#monstersmade

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade [Kadaj]

Time would become meaningless, every waking second bloated and off-kilter, minutes stretching into empty hours.

He was pretty sure the pipes might explode if he kept the water that hot, eventually twisting the knob until the downwards spray trickled into like more than a few errant drops. Steam roiled off his skin, scrubbed down so hard and angrily, entire flakes of skin had sloughed off in pieces.

He wasn't doing this as a courtesy. It wasn't as if he wanted to somehow mask the pollution steeped in his very soul, an earthy musk of street dirt, stamped down tobacco, alcohol and tears. Brimstone and gunsmoke.

The face in the mirror is too soft. Not from an accumulation of fat, but comfort. Life had been good because business had been going so smoothly. There was little by the way of competition, so he had a veritable stranglehold on the black market and aside from a few younger upstarts trying to expand their own territory, there were few dumb enough to challenge his authority. He'd become too lenient, perhaps- Due to the lack of opposition.

Jae-hyo had kept his hair longer, let it grow out. It had always been thick and pretty, raven black with just the slightest red undertone in the sunlight. Now it was shorn short and close to the scalp, combed through with pomade and camellia oil. A form of atonement, perhaps. It wasn't like the Old Ways, he never had to 'walk the line' when he'd left. No- When Tseng had given him permission to leave. He could even try to argue that he'd bled enough for something that only had amounted to loyalty forged in Verdot's memory.

The former agent toys with a straight razor taken from his shaving kit, turning it between his fingers in the overhead lighting. The decision could wait. He could always spill blood symbolically, in addition to literal intent... Really, he had all the time in the world to recognize if he was still sore about it.

The suit still fits like a second skin, Yoon smoothing down the ironed lines and pulling off any lint that might be present from simply being shoved in the back of the closet for what felt like eons. The gloves shined and creaked around his flexing fingers, sliding his cellphone into the inner breast pocket of the jacket.

Showtime.

His prisoner's hands were delicate. Like a woman's, really, he thought. Too fine even with all the calluses and rough edges from handling firearms. They didn't even twitch, knotted with thick zip ties and chains strapped down to a sad little metal chair giving no real hope about what was gonna happen.

His hair was soft, shiny and healthy like the scales of a fish pulled straight from the water when the light hit it just so. Silky when he brushed his fingers through it. Just a little stroke- Like a lover's, almost.

The kind of affection after that many hours of darkness and silence and isolation, would turn any living creature's skin alive and buzzing with sensation. Mako-tinged feline eyes wreathed in the length of lashes women paid for, or killed for, if they couldn't pay

"So..." Jae begins, dragging his fingers through those glossy locks once more before bearing down in a white-knuckled grip.

"You wanted to talk? Let's talk."

[kingxlionhart]

i'm kinda fingerpainting right now... || shitpost for @monstersmade

trying to get back into drawing is an experience. just a normal day for some 8 year olds -- THOUGH. considered drawing this with them as adults because that would've been really funny. this was the thing that started the need for drawing my mutuals interacting with rufus in the form of a shitpost because i am nothing but a meme loving fuck.

[hiislegacy]

Anonymous asked: "Vincent Valentine, you have to allow yourself to be more interesting - you are naught more than a corpse. What is the point to you if all you do it rot standing up?" Nero studied him with halflidded eyes beneath his hair; his tone soft and cruel. [monstersmade]

Vincent stared the other down, not bothering with taking out his weapon, yet. He just listened and stood there, still as a corpse like the other almost perfectly likened him to. Yet, he wasn't sure what he was, anymore. Definitely not human, that was a certainty, and most definitely a monster.

His crimson eyes locked with this one's, wondering just what his purpose for being here was. "I have no answer that would satisfy you. If you wish to start a fight, you will need to do better than this. Comparing me to a corpse? Then what does that say about yourself? You, who use corpses for your own thrills... Is that what you want from me? A thrill?"

@monstersmade

[lunacaustic]

❝ there’s nothing you can do to hurt me. ❞ [genesis - monstersmade]

"You do a good enough job for the both of us, there's no need for my input."

He's being petty, but he fails to care. As always, trying to reason with Genesis is much like attempting to bathe a cat- Good intentions met with no small amount of resistance and more pain than was worth the effort.

He used to think he understood Rhapsodos well, being privy to sides of the man that scant few others were allowed to witness, but how much did he really know other the other male? From what hidden depths did his resentment truly originate? The gaussian blur over his image was forever warped and distorted from fact, too twisted and gnarled to untangle and free himself fully from. Shinra was little more than a house of cards, but simply being able to see the cracks in the foundation wouldn't save him when everything came tumbling down.

"What you desire is an illusion and you know it. There is no cure to suffering at world's end, no gifts to be blessed by. If you try to seek out some hidden meaning behind it all, of course you'll get hurt. You'd be a fool to believe otherwise."

[theomachst]

❝ i don't know how i'm ever going to be able to repay you. ❞ [angeal - monstersmade]

"There you go again-" Genesis laughs, though a genuine air of exhaustion can be parsed from his tone.

"You don't have to worry about 'repaying' me, you're my friend and I want to do this for you. If you're really that torn up about it, then you owe me a drink during off duty hours. Deal? When's the last time we sat down and caught up, it feels like ages ago."

Of course, he couldn't blame Hewley (or could he) for being the 'spiritual heart' of SOLDIER, more myth and legend than the humble and borderline infuriating man he'd grown up with.

Was it the same for Sephiroth, he wondered, being forced to live up to impossible expectations that merely burdened one's soul rather than uplift it?

[kingxlionhart]

"it was probably being born that did it for him."

"Hm. What did you do for your father to not love you?"

[wclfstrife]

The remnant lurks in the shadows, just watching for the moment. He is silent, any movements muffled by the swirling darkness around him. But his eyes are vivid and bright. He isn't hiding. Just... Watching. [Monstersmade | Kadaj]

// @monstersmade.

Out during his occasional walks, the aspiration of having time to himself was quickly shot down by a nagging feeling he wasn't; maybe he was being paranoid as was known per his refusal to truly let down his guard. He ignored it at first as he continued but the feeling still lingered like a sixth sense something -- someone -- was out there.

Pausing in his steps and a hand on the hilt of his sword should he have the need to use it, Cloud scanned his surroundings for the origin of this feeling.. so far, nothing, unless he wasn't looking at the right place..

[speargifted]

Blog Roll

As I'm condensing down my blogs and getting back into the swing of things, I thought I'd make a proper list of the places you can find me!

@speargifted - Final Fantasy XVI Dual Muse blog (Sleipnir Harbard and Joshua Rosfield)

@ceaselxss - Final Fantasy VII Tseng of the Turks @monstersmade - Final Fantasy VII Multimuse (Sideblog to above)

@hythlxdaeus - Final Fantasy XIV Hythlodaeus @dxvotionis - Final Fantasy XIV Multimuse

@divinedaemonic - Final Fantasy XV Verstael Besithia

@inspiirefear - Multifandom Multimuse which has muses for all the above fandoms and others - predominately anime and games

Activity will be sporadic and spotty for a while but I hope to get my footing properly soon !

[ceaselxss]

//feeling my grip on tseng slip a bit so instead of trying harder and burning myself out im gonna take a step back

i need to focus on some irl things anyway but if I'm here i think i'll mostly be vibing w small things, maybe chipping away at drafts But ill probably be on @monstersmade a bit more

[takesarms01]

* ⋅ sc  –––   ‹ @monstersmade. ›

she HATES sitting backstage idly. watching matches and wishing she was the one kicking lass in the ring. it makes her sad, eyes slightly tearing up as she bounces aiden on her lap. she had no reason to be really, her meeting with daniel and shane had gone fine and she knew she had a spot on smackdown once she was ready to come back. 

aiden’s excited babble on her lap makes a smile form on her lips, pressing a kiss against his forehead before her eyes focus on the women’s match going on. she’s a little confused as aiden’s babble continues, arms reaching out for someone behind her. turning slightly she glances at the man walking towards them, hazel eyes hardening in a glare. 

          ❝ w’at are ya doin’ here? ❞

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade:

Ruluf was a man of many talents; a brilliant Turk and a desperately sought after bodyguard before that. Born and raised in Wallmarket, few could match how easily he took to violence, and his capacity for dirty fighting. Perhaps it was his time working with the Turks that had taken a slight edge off, or perhaps Jae had just picked a very good moment to strike - because he caught him off guard with a blow that sent him to his knees. "Oi! Get fucked, Jae! What was that for?!"

Yoon thought he would have been over it by now. Jules was right- It was over with and he hadn't come out worse for wear aside from some bruising.

Ah, but he personally knew how it could have all gone horribly wrong.

Suddenly he was fourteen years old again, snot-nosed and sobbing. Heavy footfalls echoed against corrugated metal and concrete walls and massive silhouettes cast long shadows that oozed across the ground like tar from the devil’s hooves himself. Light flooded his vision from a klieg and he'd raised his head, blinking and squinting against the harsh blue florescent bulb covered with crisscrossed wires and fat black buzzing mosquitoes.

"You could have asked me for help, y'know- It would have been easy: Just cut some fucker's fingers off and call it a day once we found who you were looking for. But your stupid ass thought up some dumb as shit plan involving Jules getting fucking drugged and snatched?"

He doesn't care if he's freaking out, he doesn't care if Ruluf is pissed as Hell, he just shoves the other Turk's chest roughly and glares so hard a lesser man would've spontaneously combusted from the sheer shame of it all.

"He could've been branded, ASSHOLE! Or has the top-sider life gotten to your head so much, you magically forgot how things work in our line of business."

[sanguinepeccatorum]

@monstersmade​ / Veld || LIKED FOR A STARTER

Silence envelops, laying heavily upon the atmosphere, poisoning surroundings. Eyes fixate upon half-finished paperwork, the scrawling of his pen turning more to absent-minded doodles upon the edge of a scrap page. Vincent's concentration had sunk deep within himself, lurking on all variety of thoughts, of small regrets, of distractions. 

A long exhale draws from his nostrils, the sanguine tone of eyes briefly glancing up to take note of being watched and only then does he straighten within his seat and clear his throat. 

[gcldfanged]

"I didn't even say anything bad about your department... Yet."

He sighs and waves the elder man away.

"Just take your display sword and go home, Commander- You're starting to sound like a kid who's mad there's cliques on the playground."

"You think I'm not one to stand up for SOLDIER when it comes down to it? All you lot do is start drama and tell lies."

[speargifted]

//while i am still mostly on hiatus i thought id do a blog roll post just bc im slowly returning to my other blogs

so this one ofc - @speargifted and @aquilaembrace (Benedikta) as a sideblog

XIV | Multimuse - @dxvotionis VII | Tseng @ceaselxss - Multi @monstersmade (sideblog to tseng) - Turk multi @txrks XV | Verstael @divinedaemonic

[ceaselxss]

//Blog list ! @ceaselxss - Tseng; my beloved, my most active, awful man @monstersmade - Multimuse, full of SOLDIERs in different fonts, sideblog to Tseng @dxssociation - Cloud Strife, sideblog to Tseng @mythandorder - Rufus Shinra, sideblog to Tseng, under construction

@txrks - Multimuse, full of Turks, its not a sideblog

[gcldfanged]

@monstersmade:

Veld just stared down at Jae-Hyo for a long moment, taking a long drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray on the bar beside him. He thought on his words, thought on his past. A deluge of blood led him to this point, there was only so much he could repay - he either had to accept his past, or spend the rest of his life toiling in vain. "And what if I asked you to come with me?" He asked. "What if I asked you to give up all of this, and come back with me?" He gestures around himself aimlessly; to the concept of Jae-Hyo's new crime empire. To the life he had built that was his own. Veld was proud of him. "You've made a good life, you've carved it out by yourself. Without me. It's good, Jae-Hyo. Be proud of what you're accomplished and let go of me. I'm an old man and a bastard, and I gave too much of my life to that damned company. Live your life now that you have a chance to and let me be old."

Jae chokes mid inhale from a long handled red and gold pipe, fanning the smoke away from his face and coughing to the side. He's laughing a little bitterly.

"You think that's what I want? You always wanted a wife and I almost killed your kid, I'm sure that'll work out swimmingly."

"Yeah, I managed to make a good life for myself. I only recently managed to find Jules and he's a fucking mess. I haven't heard from Tseng in ages- You think I'm pissed off because I don't get to play pretend at a 'normal' life with you? You and I both know you're smarter than that."

He gives a toss of his bleached hair before downing the rest of his mojito.

"Well. Enjoy your old age and your free drink."