#self-made golden boy ~ Evan Townshend

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

"Shut Up" Kiss Meme | Open

@escortingsecrets asked: "Stop overthinking it and just…" 💋 for Evan

"Shivan, wha--"

Was he overthinking it? No matter the times he wondered about this, it just seemed to not...suit him? At least, that's what he told himself. Was it society and upbringing? Or was it his actual truth? But Shivan was the only person he felt could understand, hear him out, and help him work this out. For whatever reason, Shivan was...the only one he trusted.

And even now, as he stuttered and looked confused as the other leaned in, intentions only half clear to Evan, but actions more than clear, he couldn't very well stop him. Instead, he just sat stock still, a soft noise escaping him at the press of the others lips. His brows furrowed as he just...settled into the moment, wanting to part and question this, not exactly upset or judging Shivan but wondering if going this far was really this necessary...and yet...

Had this entire talk been leading to this and Evan didn't realize it? Or had he? Perhaps there were more reasons he entrusted the discovery and confusion of this side to him, to this man alone...

His hands settled at Shivan's upper arm and elbow, not wanting to touch anywhere that wasn't okay, but feeling like he needed to hold on as lips began to move. It was slow, and neither of them were exploring very far. But fuck if he wasn't feeling warm and tingly all over.

When Shivan finally broke the kiss, Evan had to stop himself from following after. And he just stared at the brunette, speechless and blinking over and over.

Until finally he spoke, "Mmnh--"

Well, tried to speak.

He cleared his throat when all that came out was that embarrassing noise and the already faint blush settled deeper into his skin. "I...I mean, I guess...that...answers part of things... It didn't feel...weird at all, it actually felt...n-nice. Like really nice--"

Nope, stop, before you make yourself seem more stupid than you already do.

He ducked his head, letting the curtain of blond hair hide him as he wondered, now what?

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

He had fumbled a bit but mostly accomplished what was needed with the rags, leaving the rest to Rufus and wondering how he was even enduring that pressure. Just the idea of the pain made him want to squirm but he contained himself, and focused back on the phone as Reno's voice was spilling out stutters of concern before trying to zero in on coherent questions.

He was about to answer when Rufus demanded the phone, and so he handed it over, keeping an eye on Rufus' wound, and trying to keep an eye out for the shooters, as he'd lost track of where they went.

On the phone, Reno had clearly heard enough of an exchange to recognize the phone was being passed.

"Boss! We're on our way, what can you tell me? Severity of the wound, assailants, if your location is far from when we last checked in." Reno questioned, straight to business, though few would hear the concerned strain in his voice.

Continued @umbral-stigmata-unbound

"Calm down," Rufus ordered, forgetting he was dealing with someone unused to taking orders. The kid was mostly keeping it together, but the sight of him on the verge of a breakdown when he was the one hit was annoying.

"No, I want you to help me pin one between my shoulder and the wall, and give the other to me so I can keep pressure on it while you make the phone call." It was very clear that Evan did not have training for this, and bleeding out wasn't on his to-do list today.

He grit his teeth in preparation of the wave of pain that would hit when he readjusted, grunting even at Evan's weak attempt to help. He swatted him away and pressed down hard, his cry barely muffled by his tightly compressed lips.

"Would you keep it down?" Rufus complained, loudly enough that he hoped his half-brother would hear him over his panic. He grunted as he readjusted himself against the wall. Slowly but surely, he was becoming more lightheaded. His gut roiled with nausea and the corners of his vision were going dark. "Actually, give me the phone." He needed to talk to someone with a level head before he passed out. The kid was going to send poor Reno into a panic.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

100 Nonverbal Prompts | Open

@sometimesrufus asked: 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out . @ Evan

"...That's...not.. Wh-"

The words on the note, professionally as they were written, felt as if they might as well be in a foreign language for all the sense they made, and Evan finally sputtered out in a suddenly strained voice.

"What?"

But Reno would not speak to him. Reno would not voice what he was here to relay. Reno could not manage. The man seemed to stand and exist in this moment with no shortage of undefinable struggle, but even so, the hand holding the notice of death had not been lowered, held mostly steady between them, albeit by clenching fingers.

"...No." Evan scoffed, shaking his head. Those words weren't right. That was impossible. The fucker BEAT GEOSTIGMA, A DAMN WEAPON, AND THE HATE OF EVERY HUMAN ONE THIS EARTH, there was no way, no fucking way--

There was no fucking way that Rufus Shinra was dead. Evan almost took the note, once, twice, thrice--too many times before his hands finally gave up, and he took a step away from the Turk standing in the doorway. Such an occurance, Turk in the Doorway, had never been fully welcome but he'd gotten used to it...expected it...slowly started to welcome it. He'd been adjusting to these bastards turning up at his door. He had been adjusting to how his world got just the slightest bit bigger, even if the length found there was often strained and ignored and only tapped into on occasion. He'd gotten used to the idea of...that man being a figure he could manage to recognize as in his life, even if the idea of family seemed still next to impossible.

The president and last head of the remains of the ShinRa Co. has passed away. Cause of death enclosed in the second envelope for personnel with permission. Assets are to be handled by Chief Tseng, dispensed according to the final wishes of Rufus Shinra.

Personnel with permission, did he fall into that? He noted the other letter Reno held in his other hand, but he wouldn't bother to grab it. No, he wouldn't read how, or consider why, because this couldn't be real. How old was that fucking obnoxious, cocky bastard anyways?! This wasn't real!

Evan let out a sudden laugh, shaking his head, causing Reno's gaze to just faintly raise to assess him, but the noise became wet as his eyes stung before he could even catch up to why

"Fucking...asshole... He leaves, too, huh...?" he finds himself saying, as if he had no control over his mouth or brain, as if the part of him in control was now floating out of body, tethered as his chest rose and fell and stuttered out laughs and choked noises. "Like...seriously? After all...y'alls bullshit...! The schemes, the jokes. You would just...fucking stay out of my life, all of you..! Why didn't that jerk just tell you no, tell you to drop it, drop me?! Why did he keep humoring you?! Why did he even bother with me?!"

Why did he have to loose a brother only when he was finally taking hold of him? Why did he get family back only to loose it?

"Why couldn't he just laugh at me from a distance, huh?! Why, Reno! And where the HELL WERE YOU! HE WAS YOUR FUCKING JOB, WASN'T HE?!" he huffed, and he choked out a sob--his mother, stupid Nick Foley and all he did, Fabio, endless friends and figures, loosing his mother more than once, and now he'd never hear that smug bastard laughing at him again. Never experience his attempts at advice and guidance, never be able to push him off while wondering what it would've been like if they'd had a chance to grow together, never...never...

He gripped the paper, reading it over and over and over and over and over...

Just another letter of death, with more Reno seemed to be waiting to give him that he wasn't sure he wanted to take, because at this rate, with his mothers last letters, he'd soon have a damn collection of dead...dead family...

He choked out a short sob again. "The fucking...Doofus... I fucking...hate...all of you..." he fell back on his rear, hugging at his knees with one arm, the hand gripping the note curling around his head and into his hair as he just sat there.

His brother was gone. And he'd never see him again.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Scar Interactions | Open

@escortingsecrets asked: [Trace] for Evan

Sometimes, the past seemed a flicker of memory, barely existent until something pulls it back into sharp focus. Evan supposed that was a good thing, most of the time. But it could also be weirdly...startling, when it all caught back up to him.

Like now. Shivan had offered to help him with his wardrobe, which he appreciated. Sure, he wasn't a man obsessed with a vibrant image and the best threads, not at all. He wasn't that conceited.

He was conceited enough to want to have a few updated outfits that suit his specific style, though. And no one took his style seriously, or understood it! Not Leslie, not Kyrie! But, Shivan did, and Evan found himself weirdly thankful all over again that he'd stumbled his way into making such a friend.

"Well, I think all the pants you picked out are great--just the right look without being uncomfortable... Tight jeans look great but I'm tired of pulling wedgies..."

He remarked, just as Shivan was bringing a top to throw around his shoulders for him to put on. Standing before Evan, who was learning to just stand there like a dress up doll until it was time to look on the mirror, Shivan adjusted it and was working on a few buttons and buckles, before slowing. Evan was confused, until the mans fingers reacted to traces the oh so old and strangely overgrown surgery scar, from when they'd had to do whatever on his heart (he couldn't even trust the work back then, given the lies told following it, about his head, his brain...).

He failed to resist a shiver from the touch, but didn't entirely shy away from the touch, though he was certainly blushing a bit as Shivan asked, "What happened here...?"

"Ah...weak heart as a kid..." he shrugged, glancing down at it as a million memories, all rather heavy, came tumbling back to him. "Had some kind of surgery, I forget what all they did, the...memories are complicated, and ma never really got around to explaining clearly before she...left." he explained. "I was just a kid back then, so it's not as bad as it used to be... I...forget it's there sometimes, to be honest..."

He ducked his head more, and slowly started finishing the buttons to cover it.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

GIVE MY MUSE A PETNAME | Open

@escortingsecrets asked: Shivan calls Evan Pretty boy, or Doll. Sometimes uses darling like he does everyone else but Evan gets extra bc he's sweet

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i’m ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

~

Evan really doesn't feel like he has enough reason to say 'Don't call me that'. He rather enjoys the Pretty Boy title, as his sense of confidence lead him to believe there are Prettier Boys to take note of. The doll one always makes him feel....fond, yet annoyed, and confused. Like he's some plaything or something fragile, yet it makes him feel special, especially how Shivan says it.

Darling he's more okay with because he notices others get 'Darling', but then again, it's how Shivan says it.

It's these damn nicknames, despite him only looking to Shivan as a fond and deeply supportive and important friend, that really make the blond question and recognize how far his interests in the sexes lean back and forth and not just to one side.

Either way, every nickname has the man blushing, if not burning and marching off.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

"Shut Up" Kiss Meme | Open

@sometimesrufus asked: From Rude: "This is getting us nowhere. Let me show you instead." 💋 @ Evan

He didn't understand why they needed to get ANYWHERE, this whole discussion. It went from the topic of Evan having such a wishy washy queerdar, his accurate and inaccurate assumptions relating to Reno, Rufus, and Rude over the span of a few trips and meetings and such that somehow stupid brought up the topics. Half his assumptions about Reno had been right, half wrong, most about Rufus were right, but everything about Rude was wrong.

But why the hell did Baldy feel the need to make this clear?! Why was it important?

Maybe it's when the discussion that started as teasing Evan for his ineptitude as was a Turk and Shinra hobby, apparently, turned into Evan not understanding how someone could be mostly straight but lenient. It's like the more he tried to understand, the more Rude would seem to want to make things clearer. Like, what, he just used Leslie as an attempt to understand how someone could be all about girls but be okay with just one specific dude?! It didn't make sense and in Evan's mind, it didn't compute, being that way with a dude!

He wasn't homophobic, of course, but he was just making the point that he was sure, well mostly sure, that he just did not relate to them in that way. How could he even be comfortable kissing a dude?

He was so done with the topic when Rude, some how patient, cool, and level headed all the while, while Evan seemed to become more stressed and confused, suddenly grabbed him.

Gloved hands were on his face, gripping his jaw, and another at the nap of his neck which caused the faintest weird tingle. He hated the high-pitched confused whine of surprise that escaped him before form lips lightly surrounded by stubble were pressed on his. His hands shoved at Rude's chest, but then the lips were moving, and it was all too much.

He was frozen, eyes half open, and trying to understand how in the hell did this feel....good? The bastard...was a good kisser! He should be shoving him off, shouldn't he? There was the press of fingers through his hair and over the nap of his neck and he just faintly weakened into the kiss. But then he snapped to again and pushed again with his hands, though he couldn't seemed to draw back his face until Rude released him.

Huffing in confusion and surprise, he just stared and rubbed at his lips.

"Th-the hell, dude...?! What was the point of that?!" Evan complained, fingers pressing just below his own lower lip.

And the bastard smirked, as if his point was made.

"You'll get the point eventually, kid. But at least you've got more evidence now."

And with that, the Bold Bald Bastard stood and took his leave as if nothing had happened, leaving Evan sitting there wondering how he could go back home to tell...ANYONE this.

That he had been kissed by a fucking Turk, but Rude no less.

And it was fucking nice, what the actual fuck.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Continued from Here | @escortingsecrets

He winced, but not from the sight. He winced when Shivan had noticed him and he himself moved to back up a bit while the other covered himself. He should have anounced himself better, or taken longer, or clarified if Shivan had called for him to come back here, just...

He WOULD walk in like this, and make his friend feel uncomfortable in his own home. What's next, knocking over a picture of Rebecca while he's at it? Oh god...oh, he prayed to Gaia he didn't actually end up doing that. He let himself be guided back out, until they had seated themselves elsewhere. Yeah, he was here for a specific reason, but he cleared his throat, needing to say something.

"Uh, first... Sorry about that. I need you to know I wasn't...I wasn't staring for any reason other than, like, worry, okay? That's it. But I'm sorry for staring at all..." he remarked, just wanting the other man to know he didn't think anything of the scars, he could only imagine how that moment could've been taken.

He cleared his throat, failing but still trying to relax. "Uh, but, yeah, Leslie... Leslie was right. I talked to him a little bit, but he understands he's too close to the situation, so...in his great wisdom he suggested I come talk to you." he huffed a laugh. Not that he needed the suggestion, he'd already been considering stopping by, he just didn't want to be a bother, until Leslie had just called him to assure he'd be expecting him anyways.

He took a moment longer, thinking over his 'home', over Leslie, Kyrie, the boy they all shared responsibility of that was getting older each day, of Edge, of the lingering Turks, of their shared business, and...

He just felt...stuck. Not unfulfilled, not negative, just...restless.

"I guess I'm questioning a few things. A...lot of things, really. I don't know where--h-how to start?"

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Thematic Headcanons | Open

@shinrascomputer asked: hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon for Evan!

You get a special HC and by special, I mean depressing! :D

Evan used to really love the ideas of snowdays. This was greatly due to not ever really having chance to experience them. They didn't happen often in Midgar, but even when they did, if it was thicker than a simple, thin blanket, his mother didn't often like him being out in the cold too much. One of the collection of things she forbade him from in his youth out of concern for his wellbeing. The entire experience just made it all the more enticing, his desire all the more intense.

As he got older, snow days just seemed to happen less, and he forgot his adoration of it all.

Until the day he found himself in Modeoheim and then Icicle Inn. But the cold was cutting, and every second of his time in that snow was full of fear, cruelty, darkness, heartache, and loss. That monster Kadaj, the life and death chase with the one person he had left to love, and falling the icy crevices, through the flow of life stream and eventually happening upon what was left of his mother, frozen. Suddenly, the childhood appeal was lost, and he's come to hate such severe cold, and the look of thick snow.

What once was a source of wonder and awe, was then turned into fear and hate and harsh cold.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Quotes That Broke Me | Open

@sometimesrufus asked: ❛   things change, friends leave. life doesn’t stop for anybody.  ❜  @ Evan

Evan just stared with furrowed brows at the other man, a few different thoughts and feelings rushing through his head. But even the other mans words, he couldn't hear past his own current distress over one of his best friends leaving, and he could only assume judgment from the likes of Rufus Shinra.

"...Trust me, I know life doesn't stop, I've been living it, haven't I?" he pointed out, before lowering his gaze and sighing. "What would you even know about friends anyways...?"

He knew the Turks were a...special situation. Given the state of the company these days, it certainly wasn't the paycheck. But, even so, did they really count as friends? If Rufus knew what it was like to have friends and loose them, in various ways, would he really condescend to speak to Evan like this?

"Friends have been all I've head left...so screw you if I can't just let them go because they're not longer useful to me..."

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Continued from Here | @escortingsecrets

He glanced to the man who announced himself as the man he was looking for, relaxing only a little at having reached his target for this delivery, but then there was a hand pinching his cheek and he was being called adorable and all he could do was flush and gawk before he nudged the mans hand off his cheek. He was about to make a complaint, but just shook it off. He wanted to keep a professional air as he finished this errand.

"Uh, yeah... Evan. Townshend." he answered. Not that his last name had been necessary, he wasn't sure why he said that. He offered the package and the note attach before moving his hands to stow in his pockets like a comforting gesture. "Shivan, yeah, sorry for forgetting... You're a slippery man to find." he remarked pointedly.

For all his attempt to act cool and collected, he was still using chin-length blond locks to curtain a lot of his face.

And then something came back to him, brows furrowing. "Wait--Leslie wouldn't call me adorable, what?"

Or would he? He probably meant it in some form of mocking, friend and endearing or not. He did always imagine Leslie saw him as dorky and just off the mark, when it came to their vibes.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Scenario Prompt Meme | Open

@sometimesrufus asked: 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. @ Evan

Well, Evan had been sufficiently fooled. Again. The only thing that made it easier to take is the lie he was telling himself that Rufus Shinra himself had been fooled the same right alongside him and not that he'd been aggravatingly in on this and just going along with it to pacify a certain someone.

But, here they were. Evan Townshend had prepared his current abode nervously and with a back and forth sense of pride and doubt (it was his own home, he made it comfortable and fitting for himself and his room-mate? girlfriend?, so fuck anyone who didn't like it...and yet, all he could think is someone like Doofus Shinra had seen mansions and castles and this would pale in comparison). But, whatever he cleaned for, himself or the company he was to be expecting, he had managed it to satisfaction. And he expected Kyrie to make it home in time to see Rufus flanked by whichever Turks he chose for the evening, and then they'd get this dang dinner over with.

Instead, Kyrie texted him an absolute lie of an excuse that he was about to call her and call her out over, the whine already rising up in his voice as he dialed the number. Only to get the knock at the door. He certainly could let this man here that whining tone, so he cleared his throat perhaps a few too many times and stomped over to answer before Baldy could break down another door on him.

Except there was no Baldy, and no Red Headed Loud Mouth. Nope, of fucking course not.

Just Rufus Shinra. Just his...damn...brother...

"Where's the others--?" he'd barely gotten the question out before Rufus welcomed himself past the threshold, immediately answering.

"Busy and couldn't make it. Not that they ever planned to. And I'm sure that Girlfriend of yours won't be joining us either?"

That smirk. He was probably in on it. Fucking bastard.

Evan sighed, trying not to pout. "...Apparently."

"Well then we can keep the meal simple. Reno said you had figured out a meal between him, you and Kyrie. Shall we get started on it...?"

"We?" he stuttered out, and so began the most awkward meal preparation of his life. Because, yeah, sure, it had been implied that they were going to cook together. But he thought it was going to be more people! And to be honest, he wasn't even sure what sort of meal prep experience a Shinra would have... He himself didn't count. He'd managed a lot of household skills fairly early with his mothers work schedule. Not to say he was very great, as a cook, but he managed a few satisfying meals in his years with his mother and seemed to have kept the skill going, if Kyrie and Leslie were to be believed.

And so it was Evan, giving Rufus Shinra instructions on work to do. Which was absolutely weird. No, ridiculous. Why did he keep getting put into these situations? Maybe he should have fun with it--especially if Rufus lacked as much experienced as Evan was pretending he did so that he could layer SOME sort of faults or imperfections on the man, then he could really fuck with him. Make him fuck up a part of the meal that was inconsequential, especially if it could mess up that suit of his. But, some sort of nerves stopped him short of ever really giving any instructions too far off. And Rufus...followed to perfection. He could almost pretend he saw a pretentious look of disdain once or twice over such work, but he could easily be projecting.

Why was Rufus even...here? Why was he going along with this, when Reno wasn't here to see? Sure, he'd assessed the other Turks cared about this ongoing 'Brother' experiment, but the red headed idiot was the biggest instigator. So, why...?

Finally, all that was left was for the food to finish cooking, so the two of them had cleaned up and sat down at his rather small kitchen table stuffed between the kitchen and the simple living space.

"What made you choose chicken pot pies?" Rufus eventually asked.

Evan was silent for a moment, tapping fingers on the table before shrugging. "It was...um, is a favorite, out of what I can cook, is all. Thought there would be more mouths to feed, so was going with the best option." It had certainly been his mothers favorite, as well as one of the main meals she'd passed down to him.

"I see. Well it certainly smells good. I'm looking forward to tasting our efforts."

"Why?"

Rufus glanced to Evan, gaze level and not at all confused or put off. Perhaps amused, under the trained features, as he asked, "Why taste...? That is the point of sharing meals, last I checked."

"You know--you know what I mean. Why are you here? Why do you do these things? It's one thing if you're doing it while your Turks are watching, but...no ones here for you to put forth this effort for, so why are you...here? Doing this? With me?"

Rufus chuckled briefly. "You really don't like me." he didn't even sound offended, nor surprise. It simply sounded as if he were understanding the depth of something.

"No! That's not..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I can't say I like you, no, there's no point lying, but we both know there's complicated reasons for that. But that isn't why I'm confused, that isn't why this doesn't make sense. I can still try, despite feeling...all this shit towards a long lost damn 'brother'. But you...you don't make sense to me. You have whatever remnants of ShinRa you're working on, you got your corner of the world to do your shit with, you have the Turks. I'm not dramatic to assume this is beneath you."

"You are, actually. Dramatic. Don't worry. Runs in the family."

Evan scoffed, and Rufus could only smirk a crooked smirk, knowing Evan had a soft spot of annoyance for reminders of the effect of bloodlines.

"But to answer the why; because I want to. And that's all you're getting. You can learn more over time. That's the point of these things. But right now...the simplest fact, is I'm hungry...and this food smells good, and I'm rather interested to see what we've made together. That good enough for now?"

Evan just stared, all the more confused, and underneath it all under layers he didn't want to admit, he was so damn curious. He didn't want to be curious about Rufus. He didn't want these little games of interacting and learning about each other to mean anything, but he was finding it harder to find any reasons that didn't simply come down to...well, blood and a name that neither of them had control over.

"...Yeah. I guess. For now."

With that, Evan collected them meal, dished it out...and the two brother had their first dinner together.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Fuck, Evan knew people still had it out for Rufus, but he didn't realize it was still THIS bad. No, he did realize that, he knew that on a surface level. But being present for it? And unlike last time, not in a stupid ass stand off with a bunch of idiots threatening opening fire or kidnapping or killing Shinra. No, this was some actual real threats, with good fucking aim, and Evan had briefly wondered before Rufus had pointed them to cover if he really was still considered a body double...

Except Rufus was still hit. And now, Evan was trying not to hyperventilate over the sight of the blood. How the hell did these bastards keep so fucking calm? He took a few breaths as Rufus gave instructions, nodding as if he was taking it all in, but it took a few seconds after the man finished speaking, and eventually shot him a dirty look, that Evan finally moved into action.

He tried to find the cleanest, thickest rags and hurried over. "Uh...how were we...staunching this? Are you wanting me to press down on it?" he asked, really not sure, given his lack of experience with bullet wounds. Not to say he hadn't experienced nearly the same wound, a bullet to the shoulder, but he'd be out soon after, and when he woke...well, a freaky monster had healed it before screwing it up again later so his experience didn't really offer him know how.

While waiting for an answer and otherwise carefully applying just one of the rags, he fished on his cell. Reno's number was all Evan knew at this point, the red head threatening him to remember it in emergencies working wonders right now.

Reno had barely answered with a lazy, "Ya boss--?" before Evan was yelling into the phone, "We were attacked, get your asses over here already, before they come back! Doofus was shot!!"

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.” from Evan

High pain tolerance meme

"Yes," Rufus answered calmly, only a hint of a growl betraying just how badly a bullet to the shoulder hurt. It feels like someone has lit his whole upper right quadrant on fire and is slowly hammering a blunt nail into him at regular intervals.

"I'd appreciate it if you could first, find a couple of clean rags to help me staunch the bleeding, second get my cell phone out of my back pocket to call a Turk. I can't reach it right now." He was fairly certain he'd pass out if he tried.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

TAG LIST

THESE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE + FULL DISCLOSURE; I AM ALWAYS GETTING USED TO KEEPING UP WITH USING TAGS, SO IF THEY SEEM INCONSISTENT, I’M JUST SCATTER BRAINED.

Character Tags (work in progress)

-- FF7 Specific Tags (muses first)--

For Sephiroth content - #onewinged tragedy ~ Sephiroth

For Kadaj content - #silvershade-of-rage ~ Kadaj

For Vincent content - #CrimsonWings ~ Vincent

For Reno content - #number one red bastard ~ Reno

For Nero content - #unholy divinity ~ Nero

For Evan content - #self-made golden boy ~ Evan Townshend

For OC Aurelia content - #the golden tsviet ~ Aurelia

For Cloud content - #my beautiful warrior ~ Cloud

For Tifa content - #kiss with a fist ~ Tifa

For Aerith content - #goddess among men ~Aerith

For Red XIII/Nanaki content - #flame of the wild - Nanaki

For Rufus Shinra content - #shining gold shadow ~ Rufus

For Rude content - #number one shade bastard ~ Rude

For Tseng content - #the shadows hand ~ Tseng

For Yuffie content - #sneaky shiny ball collector ~ Yuffie

For Cid content - #redneck sonuva bitch ~ Cid

For Cait Sith/Reeve - #the heavy hearted puppeteer ~ Reeve

For Zack content - #angel among devils ~ Zack

For Genesis content - #onewinged loveless ~ Genesis

For Angeal content - #onewinged guilt ~ Angeal

For Deepground content - #the beasts below ~ Deepground

For Rosso content - #thriving in blood ~ Rosso

For Leslie content - #with a bite and a kiss ~ Leslie

(more to come as I gather ideas or need for specific tags for characters)

Ship Tags (work in progress)

-- My Ships --

-- Sephiroth Muse Ships

For Sefikura content - #hold me like I never did anything to hurt you ~ Sefikura

For SephZack/Zephiroth content - #to the end of the line ~ SephZack

For AeriSeph content - #tear through the divine to reach your sanctuary ~ AeriSeph

For GenSeph/Sephisis content - #the hand not taken ~ GenSeph

...

-- Reno Muse Ships

For Reti content - #I’ll give up everything just to find you ~ Reti

For CloudReno content - #even crossroads lead back to you ~ Cleno

For RuNo/Rude and Reno content - #just me and you partner ~ RuNo

For Rufus/Reno content - #give my all for your precious embrace ~ RufusReno

For Tseng/Reno content - #it began again with you ~ TsengReno

For Reno/Sephiroth content - #take my hand and watch the world fall ~ RenoSephiroth

...

-- Vincent Muse Ships

For Vincent and Lucrecia/Crescentine (I actually don’t have a big muse for this ship but with the right partner, maybe and well...he kinda needs to have a tag for this romantic experience so lol) - #my crystal heart ~ Crescentine

For Strifentine content - #embrace me in your silent absolution ~ Strifentine

For ValenStrifesodos/Cloud + Vincent + Genesis content - #heaven and hell brought me to you ~ ValenStrifeSodos

For Vincent/Veld content - #the secrets when it was just me and you ~ VincentVeld

For Vincent/Reeve content - #we’ll see the new day tomorrow together ~ VincentReeve

...

-- Kadaj Muse Ships

(more for relationships than romantic ships)

For Kadaj/Cloud content - #you hold me and I am home ~ KadajCloud

For Kadaj/Rufus content - #what you said and what you kept ~ KadajRufus

For Kadaj/Zack content - #tell me reality is better than memory ~ KadajZack

For Kadaj/Tifa content - #hold me close and show me hope ~ KadajTifa

For Kadaj/Aerith content - #i saw heaven in your embrace ~ KadajAerith

...

-- Nero Muse Ships

(open but undefined options as of yet)

...

-- Evan Muse Ships

(open but undefined options as of yet, played as mostly straight and head over heels for Kyrie by default)

...

-- Aurelia Muse Ships

For Aurelia/Rosso - #Passion Bleeds Golden ~ Rossorellia

...

(more to come as I come up with ideas for ships I support and play)

-- Ships I Like But Don’t Play --

For Aerti content - #I found you ~ Aerti 

For Zakkura content - #I would walk five hundred miles ~ Zakkura 

For Cloti content - #I promise you ~ Cloti

For Clerith content - #just in time ~ Clerith

(more to come as I consider the ships I like and figure out tags for them)

Extra Tags (work in progress)

For Angst content - #shall I give you despair ~ angst

For Fluff content - #chocobo fluff ~ Fluff

For NSFW content - #NSFW

For Headcanon content - #Umbral Headcanons

For Crack content - #this guy are sick ~ Crack

For OOC content - #Ash Talks

-- FOR SPECIFIC VERSE (TIMEWISE, DIVERGENT AND AU) --

FF7 Timewise

For content based before all the games, for any muse, IE before Before Crisis and Crisis Core timeline content - #V::BF

For content based around Before Crisis/Crisis Core (I don’t do much with BC though) - #V::Crisis

For content based around OG/R timeline (given they are a bit different, i may be inclined to use a specific one if the rp calls for it, or a join one if it seems the thread could apply to either or) - #V::OG , #V::R , #V::ORe

For content based between OG and AC - #V::PreA

For content based during Advent Children - #V::AC

For content based after Advent Children and between Dirge of Cerberus- #V::Advent to Dirge / V::A2D

For content based during Dirge of Cerberus - #V::D

For content based after Dirge - #V::After

DIVERGENT (some of the muses had basic verse tags for the general canon, but not all of them do, because i’ve added to muses off and on and honestly some tags aren’t necessary unless its really divergent or AU, so please forgive if I use some and not others)

Sephiroth

For my Sephiroth canon/divergent for least Jenova influence - #Beyond Hope | Di-Verse

For my Sephiroth canon/divergent for 50/50 influence - #Between Hope and Hell | Di-Verse

For my Sephiroth canon/divergent for zero influence - #Bask in Hell | Di-Verse

...

Reno

For my Reno general canon/divergent with HC involved - #Never Strikes Twice | Di-Verse

...

Kadaj

For my Kadaj canon/divergent that is basically based in canon - #What Remains | Di-Verse

For my Kadaj canon/divergent that is heavily influenced by alternate history HC--specifically this title is used for when he’s died and been brought back as amnesia’s Kadaj from AC and has to re-remember his former life - #What Became | Di-Verse

For my Kadaj divergent/AU verse where he is a SOLDIER and made and raised similarly to Sephiroth within ShinRa, as he is in What Became verse, except this verse tag is specifically for that time period and/or for if he continued on from that time without ever dying and being brought back by Sephiroth in AC - #ShinRa Bound | AU Verse Kadaj

,,,

Vincent Valentine

For my Vincent canon/divergent that is basically canon with some HC influence - #Original Dirge | Di-Verse

For my Vincent canon/divergent that is alternate due to Vincent breaking free instead of sleeping, and seeking revenge - #Howling Requiem | Di-Verse

For my Vincent divergent/AU where instead of being abandoned after the years of experimentation and revival at the hands of Hojo and Lucrecia, Hojo instead comes back, collects him, and makes him an ongoing back burner project of brainwashing, memory manipulation, and basically making him Hojo’s attack dog that is lent back to the Turks as a superpowered member but is also removed at a whim to be thrown into Deepground to work with the projects there. - #ShinRa Bound | AU Verse Vincent

...

Nero

...

Evan

...

Aurelia

For my Aurelia verse where she survives Deepgrounds rise and fall via being trapped until after - #Golden Main | Di-Verse

For my Aurelia verse where she was involved in Deepgrounds rise and battle, fell in battle, and rose again after - #Septimus Rises | Di-Verse

For my Aurelia verse where Deepground overtakes the Restrictors, ShinRa, and then Midgar, taking their freedom - #Golden Freedom | Di-Verse

...

AU

For my muses in the FF8 verse - #SeeD into Savior | 8 AU Verse

For my paranormal fantasy AU for early four muses (Sephiroth, Vincent, Kadaj, and Reno) - #Before the Dawn | AU Verse

For my Deity AU for early four muses (Sephiroth, Vincent, Kadaj, and Reno) - #Call Thy Name | AU Verse

(others to come for other verses with other muses)

...

-- FOR SPECIFIC MUSE HEADCANONS --

For Reno Headcanons - #Umbral Red Bastard HC

For Sephiroth Headcanons - #Umbral Onewinged HC

For Vincent Valentine Headcanons - #Umbral Crimson HC

For Kadaj Headcanons - #Umbral SilverShade HC

For Nero Headcanons - #Umbral Unholy HC

For Evan Headcanons - #Umbral Self-Made HC

For Aurelia (OC) Headcanons - #Umbral Golden HC

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

He was centering his thoughts as best he could, but then that hand was on his though, and Shivan was effortless in his easy teasing. He sighed and tried not to pout. He looked the other in the eyes, trying to be focused and determined and firm.

"I'm...I'm fine. I think. Not overthinking, just...considering. I mean, I forgot for a second why we were trying this kick thing, testing my inclinations or just..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"I mean, I guess this might prove that I'm open to more...than j-just girls, but I don't know... Should this be this confusing, to try and understand? I mean, what was it like for you? I...not to ask an inappropriate question, just ignore if you don't want to answer, but...was it simple, to understand all sides to yourself? Was it just...there? Or did it take time and efforts for you to learn these things about yourself?"

Shivan couldn't help a small laugh. Evan was just too cute, as he sat back and studied him as he hid his face from view. It was always so easy to fluster him- leave him stammering like this, or blushing brightly. Half the time he'd mumble about work and leave if it got too much, but now, Shivan was sitting right next to him and it would be so easy to climb into his lap...

Instead, he gently played with some of Evan's hair, humming gently. "Take your time to think about the words. You're not a bad kisser you know. And that's coming from experience, after all." He winked playfully.

Evan wasn't really his type, but Shivan couldn't resist teasing, and the fact that he was clearly overthinking everything. Well, a kiss always helped reset that thought.

"Now." He lowered his hand, setting it on Evan's thigh. "Done with the overthinking? You should take a few deep breaths, and focus. Now overthink- focus." That playful smile return to his lips. "Or, I might just have to kiss you again. Unless you'd want that~?"