#turkitude

[wedgeofavalanche]

@turkitude​:

“ Shew, Inra; eh? ”

“Yeah, you heard me! I’m just - uh - speaking in code! That’s it!”

[forloyalties]

      ↳ @turkitude​ // a plotted starter.

      “ sit. " . it wasn't a question, or even a suggestion, but a command. tseng’s hands came to fold behind his back after the too loud slam of his door echoed throughout his office. when he paced for his desk it was with determined steps, and once he rounded into view it was obvious what the mood of this conversation would be. displeasure ------- brows knitted into such a stern scowl that there was a brief moment of wonder; would it ever come off?

      “ i just had a conversation with president shinra. do you know what it was about? ” it’s a trap, reno. run. but tseng will give chase. he’s not interested in the cat-and-mouse games reno usually plays. and contrary to popular belief (or rumor that ignited itself around the shinra building like propane fueled flames) tseng took no pleasure in reprimanding his turks. but here he was, with heavy venom filling his mouth and swallowing into the stone that had hard-formed into his stomach with the orders from rufus: get your men in line, or i’ll do it for you.

      this was a bad reflection of their capabilities. a bad reflection of tseng.

      but he did not follow his own command ------ rather, tseng loomed over his desk, a heaviness anchoring him down.

[kalmaccountant]

{Starter for @turkitude​ totally random XD} 

[🎱]

“Reno, I would like to talk to you about your recent purchases on the Turk bank account.” The tone in his voice was mildly condescending, turning his computer screen slowly to show his colleague how much things he brought. His honey eyes scanned the red headed Turk as Zwei twirled a pen around his fingers, lips pursed as he waited to see whether the Turk could explain to him why 500,000 worth of Gil had suddenly disappeared from the treasury. “Now, that’s a lot of cash suddenly missing from our shared account... Care to explain how you managed to make these purchases from the bottom of my nose?” 

[reevc]

turkitude  said:  Reno walks into the man's office, making his way over and swiping the shit off his desk before moving up to perch on it. He jabs his baton into Reeve's chest with a snarl " You reported me?! " granted Reno had been reckless, but when wasn't he? He'd nearly gotten himself killed, but that came with the job! " After I saved your ass? " he seethes, risk his life to save this shitbird only for him to report him anyway?

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            he knew this was coming, He knew this was coming. watching all of this paperwork just fly off his desk, the man frown and lean back into his chair. feeling the man's fingers jabbing at his chest. he couldn’t help but turn his look away for a moment. “ Calm down... let me explain,” he said lightly he would allow the other to go off on him, sure but --- the man inhale deeply for a moment and looked at him for a moment. “ Somone told Tseng what happens. I wasn’t planning on reporting you. you SAVED MY LIFE -- I wasn’t going to be petty like that. But whenever Tseng gets involved it was like he was twisting my arm. He told me if  I didn’t report you, he’ll even up telling Rufus about my little -- trip. I didn’t need him knowing what I was doing out there.” Reeve kept his eyes away from him for a moment and closed them. “ you have to believe me.” 

                                  “I didn’t want to, I promise -- I just had no choice.” 

[taciturnrebel]

Grabs Squall by his jacket, both hands, full fist yanking him forward, even forcing him to bend back a bit whist kissing him hard on the mouth. Absolutely no shame.

@turkitude​​                                                              RENO

Shock is the first thing he feels when Reno's lips collide with his own, confusion is quick to follow with a jolt of pain when teeth find flesh. Why is the Turk kissing him? He's sure there's a tactical reason for it, there just has to be, he can't accept any other excuse than tactical. But the brunette also knows a thing or two about hard tactics taught to him by his mother for situations precisely like this one. His knees are a no go for the awkward angle his body has been pushed into, but his hands?

                                                               Bingo. 

A fist forms swiftly and lands hard between the other man's thighs, causing a loud groan of pain to erupt from those treacherous lips. Suddenly, he can breathe again because Reno is crumbling to the floor. Yet he's still got that arrogant smirk on his mug, Reno still won this somehow. A huff of annoyance leaves him, and a glove wipes foreign saliva from his mouth. "Next time I'll bite your tongue off."

[thememcry]

@turkitude​ ------ you need some water, or a spray bottle. here.

      talk talk talk, jabber jabber jabber. when reno came by the church all he did was poke fun at the flowers and how much they made his nose run. aerith was certain that if she didn’t stop him from monologuing about it, he’d keep going just to hear the sound of his own voice.

      she was wordless she she straightened herself out, stooping only to brush the dirt from her knees before pacing toward him. while her face suggested that she was not enthused with is complaints, the mischievous twinkle in emerald eyes suggested otherwise. aerith stopped short before the lanky turk, shoulders a bit square to make herself seem taller.

      fingers reached forward for the collar of his shirt, working to an impossible task of straightening purposely disheveled fabric. “ reno, you talk a lot.”

[akunyan]

Offers a lil smoochie woochie

やんちゃ || @turkitude

          Displayed puckered lips compelled own to stretch into an ambiguous smile, provocative arch of an eyebrow and amused expression contrasted the gesture that followed, an index finger firmly pressing against the other’s lips, preventing from committing the impermissible within those halls act. “Any solicitation is forbidden in the Honeybee Inn.” Akin a whisper the warning escaped him, such conduct could not be tolerated even from the upstanding member of the Turks.

[strfe-a]

@turkitude​​ existed:   Throws a pebble at his head from afar; pester, pester!

    “ sure rufus would be delighted to know what his turks actually got up to. ”

[comatosesoldier]

turkitude replied to your post “Someone put me back in a mako coma please”

take me with you

fine

[chainedbydarkness]

@turkitude​

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                                ◄⌐💉¬►

     Conláed had been there for the call, overhearing the orders to initiate the plate drop for Sector 7. His pulse raced, anxiety rising in worry as he’d listened on. He’d be inside the medical chopper in case anything happened, he was the medic. They needed someone there, a back-up should anything go awry and the injuries more severe than predicted. Reno in all his wisdom, was certain it’d be just fine, too confident for his own good. But that was Reno. And seeing the redhead confident eased the medic’s nerves somewhat, though he still had a sour feeling over it all. They were Turks. In this profession, you can’t gain a conscious lest it try to kill you. Unless you were Con, he cared too much and too often.

     And yet...

     The albino sat patiently in the medical helicopter, checking his medical supplies a third time. Reno and Rude were practically unstoppable when paired together, that blond-haired ‘SOLDIER’ just had the advantage of dealing with them separately. They’d deal with it. It’d be fine. He was certain of it, they’d get the job done and be out of there in no time. None at all. But as time had ticked on, the snowy-haired medic got more worried. They saw the helicopter go down, Rude’s helicopter. Con’s anxiety heightened, his worry for the pair growing as time continued to tick by...

     The call finally came, but it was Rude who called it. They had set off the drop, and Conláed’s worry grew more as each second passed before door opened to the helicopter. Crimson orbs witnessed a blazing fire brighter than he’d expected, and Reno unconscious over Rude’s shoulders. He reached out a gloved hand, assisting the taller, silent man into the chopper as he carefully laid Reno down along the seats. He wasted little time in working on mending the red-head’s wounds, going so far as to cast Cura on the other Turk and also tending to Rude when the other would stop brushing him off. “ Come on, Reno, hang in there. We’ll be back to the offices soon, you did well... Both of you.”

     He worried for the other man, if the furrowing of brows was anything to go by. Gauze smoothed over shallower cuts that wouldn’t require stitches, a damp cloth residing on the red-head’s forehead and fingers threading through messy locks as he tried to keep the other stable during their flight back home.

[ofimmortal-moved]

turkitude ( @turkitude​ ) said: Softly and with feeling " fuck you "

long sighs with a smirk. “  you’re not really my type.” 

[forloyalties]

      ↳ @turkitude​, “  💜 … for a song that reminds my character of their family (the turks) and why. ” //  music symbols meme.

      Lean On Feat. MØ, Major Lazer & DJ Snake.

            “ Blow a kiss, fire a gun               We need someone to lean on.               Blow a kiss, fire a gun               All we need is somebody to lean on. ”

i have an entire playlist for the turks, this was a hard choice.

maybe a bit lighthearted in execution, but the song covers how tseng feels about the turks. they are his family, period, end story, full stop. he would, without a doubt, put down his own life if it meant saving one of them, given the chance. and really, the turks original theme was that cool, snappy thing you could move to. this song is certainly something you can move to, too.

at the end of the day, the turks have each other’s backs, even within the greater company of shinra ... it’s all the different divisions and then this specialized unit that really has no one else to rely on but one another? if you try to tell me that they don’t give each other bull shit and vent to each other, you’re lying.

[cadentem]

Crawls into your inbox and hides.

✱ ❞ ( @turkitude ) 

my hand slipped and now i’m head of the Reno Protection Squad, more commonly known as RPS. We will not tolerate lies or slander toward this man who may or may not have done anything wrong maybe. either way you can’t prove it in a court of law.

[turkoftheslums]

@turkitude​ replied to your post “@dimidiumseras​ replied to your post “Hello, do you have any favorite...”

My Reno in the background: You're doing great sweety!!!

“We gotta keep our vibes goin’.”

[reevc]

turkitude  said: ‘sad’ 

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[ text: Reno ] I .... Know you’re mad at me. hating me... But I can’t sleep. 

[ text: Reno ] I laid here staring at the ceiling, and cried ??  

[ Text: reno ] I just... I just feel so alone. 

[inferniangod]

turkitude started following you

   “You humans always want something from me. Well come on. Speak. What is it you desire, mortal.” The god in human flesh muttered, glaring ember eyes on his fellow readhead, his Summoner.