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(( alright homedoggy dogs, this blob is now actually archived - i'll start properly following people from the new place shortly and will get back on discord / the online world -!

new blob is HERE~!

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(( pour one out for the fact my boy joined shinra due to being disillusioned by the money-grabbing ways of the pmc he was a part of (and a high-ranking officer), man left his job to follow an idealist blonde twink ))

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(( rewriting everything for this revamp and bruh, ffx verse unlocked

the shinra family is a family of summoners who pass the torch down from father to son

heid and the executives are pres shinras current guardians (maybe shinra goes out badly OR does something underhanded so its transferred to rufus) but -

heid is the heavy / upfront attacker. swordsman.

scarlet is the gunner / long-range, fast.

palmer is the quina type, enemy skills galore. surprisingly useful.

reeve is similar to lulu, dark magic i imagine, uses cait sith to attack.

hojo is another mage, gross magic, status effects /shivers

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(( if i remade me account (it's a MESS), and yknow, came back - would that be shaggadelic or nah? ))

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i've always seen heid as a bully / sadist and it's something i stand by and will forever write him as. even if he has flavours of niceness or rather, moments of kindness. he will always have that cruel streak. however, there is something i want to change i think.

i always saw heid as a bloodknight and someone who enjoyed fighting / battle, strove for like, violence. but i've been thinking more and more -

one of my headcanons is that heid bullies his soldiers so much because he sees them as weak and spoiled. he's seen war and he doesn't believe they're living it right now OR understand it. and im tying this into his sadism / bullying / longing for war.

i don't really think he IS that much of a blood knight and the reason i say that is his demeanour for the most part. when he isn't being overly bullish and loud, he's pretty serious and scary. when he defends rufus is a good example, he leaps to the guy's defence and doesn't seem happy about it. there's no andrenaline, no 'goddamn did you see that!' he's extremely serious, professional, in the moment. the guy does his job as he's computed to do so. this to me, shows more of what the soldier side of heid was like.

i imagine as a soldier he was highly competent and passionate. he took it 10000000% seriously and although i used to believe he probably ENJOYED fighting, i now see it as more like, he excelled in it and strove for it in more of a 'violence will solve the issue' sort of way.

his sadism stems from anger. it stems from bitterness. he's a bully because he's resentful of those around him, and especially his underlings. he wants to see them be as serious and brutal as he once was.

i know him being a warmongerer implies a blood lust, and i absolutely think he holds a grudge / HAS a blood lust, but i think he wants a final battle more for his own ego / pride / anger than out of the joy of the fight.

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"You've brushed off your past TWO appointments, darling. If you don't want to see me you need only say, you know~"

should he spare a thought for it - it'd make sense that the tailor would have been invited to one of many shinra gatherings. this one being the president's yearly ( very public ) birthday celebration. with a budget nearing the size of the entire space department's, the party will - as usual - serve to gratify the wealthy and breed rumour. after over twenty years of it, the director is sadly over it.

as always, he'd found the ( free ) bar not long after the press circus had been locked out and was now sinking his spirits into a glass of bourbon. his ears prick at the sound of a voice, his body turned toward the source.

"ah- i, uh-" he hesitates, clears his throat. "hmph, you must think i have all of the time in the world-"

well, he'd had time enough for daytime drinking last week, and time enough before that to craft a small wooden chocobo into the corner of his desk the week before. no - ! heidegger will stick to his guns, lie through his teeth, now shining through a smile.

"i am a very busy man-" he takes a swig of his drink, the empty glasses beside it surely as noticeable as the slur in his words "and...your fitting's take too long."

do they, do they really?

"i can dress myself."

and yet, his suit tonight is...rather lacklustre.

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regarding that idea you had of hojo trying to fuse scar snd heid into one singular boss, while the scenario is unlikely, it HAS potential. we don't see what happens to reeve after he's arrested leading to the raid on midgar, so what if hojo intended to trap and include him too? but in the chaos of things/hojo possibly prioritizng scar and heid avalanche is only able to save reeve. but you could use that to explore reeve's relationships with the pair and add in him living after they died/"died"

(( AW MAN, ANON - HAVE I GOT SOME HEAD WAFFLES FOR YOU

my little crackpot theory is a dumb lil thing i like to play with the idea at times (scar/heid being turned into monsters) just because i feel like it'd fit some of the themes of shinra, them, and hojo. the iconography of the proud clod in the og (i always thought of it as heid being the defensive mechanisms and scar controlling the cannons etc) just makes me lowkey love the idea of hojo getting trigger happy and deciding to experiment on his colleagues unbeknownst to them as well as himself. as you say, with reeve being locked up - he'd be the one who'd get away from the nightmare which makes a lot of sense when we think about reeve being the 'good' one of the bunch. ( the others being punished for their sins / self-indulgence while good boy reeve is ironically saved by them by being locked up lol ).

BUT MAN, THAT LAST BIT, ANON-

i actually have a verse written up in which heidegger survives the final face off with avalanche ( as does scar ) and i have him sort of wondering the world as this dishevelled, bitter man who is a shadow of his former self. still clinging to the glory days while holding onto the wounds of what's happened to him. not just SEEING his own mistakes but having LIVED them and SURVIVED them. it's a semi-bleak verse. i write it with the idea of like, his family has abandoned him. he's essentially a war criminal ( i mean, he is ). there's no shinra, no power, no respect, anymore. he is literally like a ghost in this verse.

i wrote it a lot with a lovely, brilliant rper ( lottie, my love ) who wrote scar as being much in the same boat. i've also written it alongside sephy ( who writes the wonderful mateo ) - exploring whether a man like heid could be forgiven, and hell, if he even WANTS it. it's a wonderful verse to explore and seeing reeve/heid in this verse would be like...a dream, honestly haha

( i can't speak for reeve because i've never written him, but i love his character a great deal. i feel reeve really is the forgiving type. and i think he'd probably, unfortunately, forgive heidegger. the SAUSAGE-! ) ))

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hey hey! so sorry for the bother, but lately, i've been thinking about ff7 a lot, as well as the rp community, and i've thought about making a blog for my ff7 oc, but i'm not really sure how to go about reaching out to others, do you havs any advice??

(( Yooooooooooo, anon, never be sorry for asking a question! no questions in the world means no answers, and no answers means we're all dumb as shit lol - apologies for getting back semi late on this I am the slowest human EVER. you should absolutely 5000% GO for it! more-so if it's been playing on your mind because it'll be a good channel for you to exorcize the demon as i like to say ( heid is my lil head goblin lol ).

in terms of reaching out to others, i'd say first up just make sure your blog is clear/concise about what it is - a lot of rpers wont follow back if there's no rules or no obvious character on the blog. for me, that's usually a deal-breaker when it comes to being moot moots. if i check someone's blog and i see like, no rules/expectations + no defined character being written, i get a bit confused and walk away.

in terms of reaching out, honestly - my play is to always just create my blog, make a few aesthetic posts, maybe post a promo (can be a fancy thing or just a lil 'anybody wanna interact' and then follow the rpers you wanna chat/write with! some people will follow back straight away or take time to but if they specifiy they're mutuals only, it's worth bridging that gap with a quick IM after becoming moots just saying 'hey, love your blog - would love to write sometime!' or whatever way you would ya charm.

the rpc as a whole is generally very friendly and its suppppppppppper unlikely anyone will snap back or be mean in response. the worst you'll get is ignored by someone but 9/10 it isn't done deliberately, usually just due to work schedule or high privacy blogs.

you're always welcome round here nonnie and i hope this helps ! ))

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(( the idea of the midgar high school whatever that thing is makes me wanna bring back teacher heid :eyes: ))

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THE NICE GUYS (2016) dir. Shane Black

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if i'm your 'son' than that makes you my dad

congrats it's a pain in the ass ( me )

this

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the thick of it, 2x03

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list of heidegger's friends:

president shinra (dead)

scarlet (one sided)

powerwash guy

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the escort's insolence is met with a stare, eyes narrow beneath the furrow of his brow - anger retained for it'll come in better use later. rather than correct the other, he allows fingers to slip around the hand daring to touch his chin - lightly edges digits around it, a few seconds of softness before a roughness has him grab the hand firmly. with a force, he pulls shivan toward him; brings him close enough to be up and between his thighs, their faces close now.

"you're really so eager?" he growls, breath on the other's cheek - with words come a graze of heidegger's lips, hot and hungry, words kissed along the other's skin - never without the sharp edge of his fangs. "so desperate" one hand takes to curling around the other man's neck, fingers teasing his throat "for me to hurt you?"

Shovan knew he was being a bastard tease- could see the way that Heidegger was watching him like a predator watching it's prey. The escort was reveling in every second of it. No quick remarks met the words, only a smirk, brown curls falling forward over his shoulder as he bent, hands pressing against spread thighs. One hand slid up, resting on top of Heidegger's.

"Keep it up or what, darling?" He asked, bent forward at the waist as he stood in front of the man. Shifting his feet apart for better balance his nails trailed slowly up Heidegger's arm, hazel eyes shining with mischief as he let his finger press under Heidegger's chin, as if to tilt his head up. "You should finish your sentences completely you know. Terribly rude not to do so."

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Lemme be nosyyy for a second :D 😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?  💭 Favorite memory of the muse?  😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse?  ⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

Mun talks about the Muse

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

answered this one here c:

💭 Favorite memory of the muse? 

whilst writing heidegger? i've had some really cool ships over the years - ranging from romance to family to colleagues etc. some of the early days of writing were really good fun, when there were a lot of roleplayers and everybody was more active ( myself included! ) i wont go into specifics but i've met some wonderful people here who i continue to talk to today, they're the ones who always make it awesome to be around. :)

in terms of specifics - i remember WAY back, being in some discord servers and having in character chats - that was a lot of fun! also all kinds of different ships with people, as said above. it was great fun expanding on universes, characterisation etc with people.

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse? 

i think i mentioned this on the last one but trying to stay as in character as i possibly can with him. i'm extremely self critical and self concious when it comes to everything in life and writing is no exception. i always looks at heidegger and like, sometimes i feel super self concious about my writing. both in quality and portrayal - i doubt i do a good job with him so i feel the need to be overly analytical of his character and i always try to justify every detail i put on his character when i'm writing him.

i worry too, because i'm quite crazy and excitable - people assume my portrayal of heidegger isn't a serious one and like, i worry sometimes my attitude / playfulness makes people laugh at my heid / not take my writing or portrayal seriously idk

so i'd say the biggest challenge is like, playing him in character / properly. i hope i'm doing it okay! i know i can seem a bit zany at times but all of my headcanons have a reason / are never without it!

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

answered this one here, too c:

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@defiant-ex-soldiers / @sephyathredon | liked for a starter ( for mateo )

"you may have performed well in the parade - but don't think that this means you can slack off!" despite his demands, it's hard for even him to deny the sense of comradery in the changing rooms. the men are smiling, buzzing - hell, it's the most enthusiastic he's seen many of them in a long time. perhaps visiting the far reaches of the grunts domain was a good idea after all.

the smile to take his lips is one that's hard to deny, a shake of his head as he watches one soldier giddily high-five another. if they fight as well as they perform, there could be hope for this army just yet. to see them celebrating has him thinking of his own early days in the barracks - brothers in arms, wars thought and more than many celebrations had.

he casts eyes toward the young soldier and his friends, a shrug of his shoulders as he notions for them to fall at ease.

"humph" he sighs, his anger temporarily dispelled for an old, nostalgic feeling. "get some r&r, boys. you've earned this one, i suppose."