#ivory-paragon

[xkuja]

NY Sketches

Rufus for @ivory-paragon

#artwork #this is the last one i managed before i had to stop haha #my brain did not want to comprehend how his collar works #but its not so bad~~~ #happy new year fellow longtimer #ivory-paragon

[bitterarcs]

BOOPS THE SHYT OUT OF RENO-NO-NO.

(  ❛  Nyaa~ President-sama~ ❜  )

sprays everywhere.

#[ ⁰⁰⁵ ; reading your confessions live on air ] #ivory-paragon #[ ⁰⁰⁹ ; STRAIGHT OUT OF THE SLUMS ]

[ceaselxss]

@ivory-paragon replied to your post “@mezzomorendo -is not blond- -is... not...”:

Zack then bleaches his hair.

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"I don't like that visual.'

#ivory-paragon

[emily-lotus]

@ivory-paragon from here

"He always copes me an attitude whenever you ask me to fetch him. He also likes to gloat about his work. Which I know I'm allowed to know but like, I don't need to hear about it after every job he finishes." She is basically saying he annoys her.

"So long as I can say I have permission to use a left hook on him then I'm good. Maybe just once will be enough." She would hope. She already has a handbook from HR specifically for Reno. She thought that was enough. But since working under Rufus, she's had to deal with the Turks more, and this included Reno. Rude and Tseng she got along with very well at least.

#for some reason she would get annoyed with Reno easily #i know in my private rps she gets annoyed with reno #doesn't say she doesn't get along with him just #distance between the two is better lol #ivory-paragon

[stingslikeabee]

@ivory-paragon . from here

The madame's replies were of the non-verbal kind - a soft press over his arm and a smile for Rufus, although it was an entirely genuine one rather than something done as part of their own little theatrics. But underneath it all, the woman's heart was agitated - it was a night of firsts for Melissa in many forms, including the next steps. While she was used to extracting information out of the average man who did not think honeygirls did much beyond spreading their legs and giggling at their jokes, their 'rat' was a different one.

It all pointed towards a reclusive soul, likely not too fond of socializing, and someone of high intelligence. Their act needed to be played perfectly or they risked losing track of that potential lead - with all the dire circumstances it entailed.

Once the couple left their box, Melissa made an effort to act like most of the girls around them did with their dates: enthusiastic about the performance of the first act, holding to the arm of their beau and not shying from the attention of their peers. It was a sea of differently colored dresses and jewelry on display and the Turks had outfitted the madame splendidly - while at the Honey Bee Inn she looked like the owner of the establishment, at the opera house she was easily lost among many other equally fashionable ladies.

Slowly, but steadily, they moved through the crowd while looking for the individual from earlier - and spotted him at the bar, waiting for his order. As the duo advanced, a server handed over a glass to their target - and judging by the coloration, one would imagine it to be wine. However, Melissa had read enough about the surroundings to know about their prized cherry productions, so potentially that could also be some local brandy.

Well - no matter; that glass was about to stain his white shirt in a couple of minutes.

Pulling some hair over a shoulder and ensuring the earpiece was well-hidden from view, Melissa politely detached herself from Rufus' arm with a cheerful exclamation about fetching them something to drink - and promptly made a beeline to their man, blaming their collision on a sudden twirl caused by her flamboyant excitement. The entire idea was for the madame to draw their little rat in - she had the unknown face and, for all they knew, the right gender for the experiments conducted in the past. The more the president remained in the background (as an observer), the better.

"I am so sorry, sir - please, allow me to help," and with that, Melissa's own performance started. The brunette looked genuinely mortified with the scene caused, then promptly started to go through her own purse for a handkerchief she could use to wipe the moisture away while apologizing to him. As the entire thing developed, the woman also tried to get the best look she could at the man...

...And it reminded her of the sketch that Shinra had managed to get done. It was a good match.

"It must have been the excitement - I was too eager to finally see a version of the Mythril Enchantress at the city where the play was created," Melissa carried on, talking in a way that was aimed to convey just how much she had been enjoying the opera - one of Kalm's creations inspired after the legend of an enchantress (or ghost) that had roamed the mythril mines nearby and which was featured in several accounts from former workers. The opera had fashioned it into something much more dramatic, as these often did... But if their suspect was one fond of the craft, perhaps talking about it would yield enough proof of his identity?

And maybe it had been luck (or just sheer preparation with the Turks), but it worked - the man's eyes moved from his shirt to Melissa, and he seemed oddly interested in the lady fussing with his clothing all of a sudden. Craning his head a bit, he asked:

"Is this your first time seeing this one, miss...?"

"Isabel Avelar," the madame replied easily enough, flashing a smile to the stranger and then stepping back to gauge the effectiveness of her attempt of cleaning him up from the brandy, "Yes, it is my first time. I adore the classics and I have seen too many adaptations of Loveless, but coming to Kalm for this local gem had been on my dream list for ages. My fiancé was kind enough to secure the best tickets... There is no best place to enjoy it but from a box and undisturbed by the chatter, wouldn't you agree?"

#ivory-paragon #ivory paragon #v: FFVII #t: walking into the lion's den #you have earned a voucher #for a fully tailored inbox ask #because I have once again taken forever to reply #(also bless Rebirth Kalm I have so many ideas rn) #Kalm weekends are going to be my thing

[sweettifalockhart]

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking :]

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

Doubt and suspicion linger in her mind, thriving from the tension that hangs in the air. Her body is tense, each fiber of her being ready to ignite. Negotiations. When all is said and done, when lives are stolen and generations scarred. That's when ShinRa wants to "talk."

She's been watching him as Barret speaks, perched on his pretentious throne built from the blood and bones of others. So generously has he offered them water, as if they were all somehow equals discussing some grand plan to advance humanity with mako. Tifa knows better than to drink it. The day she trusts ShinRa in any capacity would be the day she seals her fate.

Sephiroth. The name echoes through the cold room. Memories awaken, and predictions begin to form, born of her fears and anxieties. His presence has long been engraved to each of her senses, and she suddenly feels suffocated by fear. Restless fingers lift from her lap, and she almost instinctively drinks from the glass. By the time it greets the coaster again, the fighter almost freezes. It's as if she expects it to corrode her from within, to burn through her body and break every nerve. Her breath is caught in her throat, in fearful anticipation.

And that's when she sees him, leaning over with poise like a wolf in sheep's clothing. Cool water pours effortlessly from the carafe and calm eyes meet ruby irises, wide with fearful realisation. Is this an olive branch, or a declaration of war? Is he trying to make a point, knowing full well how she had avoided the drink moments prior?

@ivory-paragon

#ivory-paragon #. answered #omg the prompt seems so sweet I'm sorry I made it angsty

[reevc]

Hands Reeve four purple pills. "Take these."

So, he never took something he didn't want what it was. he learned his lesson with Hojo. Yet, taking something from the other was even worse. Holding the pills in his hand, he was questioning everything. it took him a second before he opened his mouth for a moment.

"Should I wait until I'm somewhere safe, or does this take time? because at this point, if you wanted to kill me ---"

the man had no reason to believe that, but then again. what was the other handing him pills for? Shaking his head for a moment he couldn't help but bite down on his lips for a moment.

" Uh-- um, Thank you Sir. "

#ivory-paragon #asdfgh SIR

[whiitemateria]

"I guess I should learn a little bit about you."

"What, you don't have some kind of file that has everything there is to know about me in it you can read?" Aerith wrinkles her nose at Rufus, her chin turning up as she looks away.

#LOOK ITS HER FAVORITE JERK #ivory-paragon #asks;

[sepheroth]

describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

A little of all of that to be honest. But main go-tos since I've been writing on tumblr most of the time it's been a mix of romantic and antagonistic and like 88% of the time it's them ships that are toxic as fuck, like one or both of them knows it's bad but they don't have it built in neither of of them to walk away. I'd like to more familial threads which it's rare. I'd like to venture in the platonic territory a little more, but that'd include sane/Pre Nibelheim Sephiroth at most because he more lenient to tomfoolery. I've even had a ship I loved to thousands of bits where both of them were villains. (Sephiroth x Harley Quinn). It's one that I miss and I still think about it till this day. But antagonistic is a main thing to me. I'm always up for more ideas.

#ivory-paragon #ugh thank you for this #The Mun: OOC Asks

[bitterarcs]

You have five that are the same damn thing.

Had a clipboard been in hand, it would have been dropped with high dramatic fashion. In lieu of an on-hand tool for Reno's dramatics, a plain faced, leather bound notebook was swiftly taken from the neighboring desk only to be dumped back on the table with a loud smack.

(  ❛  Filling this out for someone else, are ya'? Sense of humour? If you had any semblance of such, I would've gotten a pay raise on the merits of my pranks alone. ❜  )

Not being a service top however . . that definitely checked out. Rufus was likely the type to sit back and nut first. Right hand cut through the air to dismiss his boss' words.

(  ❛  That just means I'm certain of what I like . . and what I don't like. Nothin' wrong with that, big prez. ❜  )

#[ ⁰⁰⁵ ; reading your confessions live on air ] #[ ; holier ] #ivory-paragon #imagining rufus fucking is like imagining santa somehow being real .

[ofgeneticperfection]

"What exactly does the science department do for the Holidays? Tying mistletoe to the specimen cages? Making tentacle-shaped cookies? We have a few curious bystanders.."

Isrieal stands with folded arms and eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think we do?" It was always amusing to hear the speculations at the least. "To be honest. Most are too busy to really care. Those few I actually happen to like exchange gifts with each other. We don't make tentacle cookies but its not a half bad idea and trust me you don't want mistletoe over any of those cages. I'd say mistletoe could be quite deadly if it were over any of us." She says with a smirk.

#Answer #Ivory-Paragon #Xmas Asks #Thank chu :3

[rebelichor]

09.     “junk” drawer

A peek at what’s inside.

Ariadne is a perfectionist. Everything has its spot, and even her ‘junk’ drawer is organised. It’s where she stores:

Extra supplies in case of a power outage, including a torch, spare batteries, matches and a few candles.

A pack of playing cards and a pack of Uno.

An all-in-one screwdriver. She’s MAD whenever it’s not in there when she needs it.

A couple of extra USB cables for charging devices.

….. a packet of various sized googly eyes. She knows it’s something she should throw out or organise to another space, but there it remains.

#ivory-paragon #answered #headcanon #Ty! <3 #mobile

[stingslikeabee]

"If I manage to barricade the clock tower, would you fancy a picnic?" By barricade, he meant his men warding off any that wanted to climb it. There was a lovely view of Midgar in the distance, nestled amongst the skyline of fading light.

unscripted asks . always accepting

Birds singing outside was not a sound that Melissa had been used to waking up to - there were not many animals that had resisted the harsh environment of Midgar, particularly the one created below plate and which was challenging enough to humans. Perhaps the presence of nature was one of the things that fascinated the madame the most about Kalm, more than seeing the sky for once (rather than just metal).

But the absence of troopers everywhere and the lack of checkpoints did provide more chances for the occasional surprise attack - no wonder the Turks were always close by, monitoring the pair from a certain distance but within reach. Despite Rufus not advertising his presence in town (which led to a surprising number of people ignoring him), he was still the individual with recognizable features, even with sunglasses... And there were those who still resented Shinra following the end of the war with Junon.

The last attempt barely qualified as one - it was clumsy executed and subdued before it could create any scandal, but the assailant did injure Melissa in the process (arguably by accident). Her hand had been properly bandaged and the best doctor in town called over - and the woman was the first one to say it had been nothing, unlikely to scar and not something worth of returning to Midgar.

It was clear that she wanted to stay - the caged bird she had been longed for the fresh air and the picturesque landscapes; a minor scratch was a non-issue.

Melissa was indulged after a compromise - the Turks would discreetly investigate to ensure nothing else would blindside them if the madame agreed to stay in her suite while they worked. All that time, however, was spent by the window - looking at the feathery friends outside who chirped happily across the branches of a tree at window level. The distraction was so powerful that Melissa failed to notice Rufus' presence until he was close to her, having entered her room at some point.

His offer caught the inn owner by surprise - it was... Very thoughtful of him. They hadn't yet been to the tower, given the increased chances of his identity being exposed and the large number of fans that would likely swarm him, and the madame had assumed nothing of the sort was on the table anymore given the recent events. That he was suggesting one of the things she wanted to do the most - as any other tourist did - and ensuring safety measures to make it happen was...

...Generous, surely. Kind, maybe? At any rate, his attitude once again contrasted heavily to the prior bias and it stunned the brunette into silence, enough for a light smile to appear on the president's features. Shaking her head and regaining movement, Melissa's own lips curved upwards in an appreciative gesture, emphasized by a determined nod of her head.

"I would. I imagine the tower is better suited than a heliport for a meal with a scenery - no need to chase after food being blown away," the madame commented with humor, the rooftop of Shinra Building being the only other place that had comparable qualities... But would never be good grounds for a picnic. Following that, Melissa took a step closer to Rufus, extending a hand as if a deal was to be sealed.

It didn't occur to her that it was the one with the white bandages - not until he accepted the handshake but allowed a thumb to brush over the rough tissue keeping Melissa protected. Once more, she blinked - and then turned their linked hands into something less professional and more personal by covering the president's one with her unscathed palm, the arrangement resembling more of a promise between a couple.

"But I have one condition - could we please get the food ourselves from the market? Assuming Tseng allows us to do it, of course," the addition came automatically - the Turks were practically the woman's shadow too as long as that collaboration endured, "They are famous for cherries and they are your favorites, after all. I would love to handpick them myself."

#ivory-paragon #ivory paragon #v: FFVII #replied #if you think I browsed our old threads for this #you're absolutely right #gotta get his favorite fruit right 8)

[sevnthhart-a]

( 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ) ⋆ ･ﾟ * // ❛  you've been kept in the dark for far too long .  ❜ —— @ivory-paragon​​

she was not meant to be here — this was not supposed to be happening. despite all the warnings & unspoken pleas from a certain blonde soldier, she found herself sitting before him, upon request. there was no avoiding such an encounter forever, realistically speaking. the shinra building was clean — she'd be surprised to find even a single speck of dust floating about. rufus, himself, looked well off ;  there was no doubt in her mind :  this was where he belonged. in comparison, she was less than in ... every aspect. it was no wonder why cloud had a sour expression everytime she'd drag him around in the slums. he had gotten used to all of this. 

           it's almost bittersweet to take in. she felt green with envy — not towards him particularly, but anyone with the luxury of living topside  ( of living comfortably  ...  ). still, if her options were to continue life as she had or become a mouthpiece for corruption ... the answer was one she had no need to hesitate or think on. he's not your friend, she reminded herself. don't let him convince you otherwise. businessmen always had tricks up their sleeve  ( she knew  —  she was a in a similar line of work ,  after all ;  granted ,  to a much smaller scale )

the air felt tense, despite his cool demeanor  ( perhaps it was her imagination ;  what a trouble to be dealt with ). an anxious turn in her gut was felt at his words — ominous as they were. she opted to remain composed, redirecting to something more casual.   ❛  you  ...  asked me to come here ,  ❜   she began, already feeling the weight of her soon - to - be lies crushing her down.   ❛  sorry ,  but  ...  i'm not really sure why .  mind filling me in ,  a bit ?  ❜

#ivory-paragon #verse ( 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ) —— ⋆ ･ﾟ * // she mediated by turns on broken promises & broken arches . #pls accept my word vomit <3

[strywoven]

continued. // @ivory-paragon

Once in a while the question returns : do you miss who you were , do you miss your old life despite all it entailed ?  Where this might have given Verona pause – in the beginning – now , now she understands that she does n o t miss much of her old self / her old livelihood at all.  Though , being a ‘ reformed artisan and musician ’ is likely not nearly as exciting ( nor as lucrative ) as being the all-powerful matriarch of a large criminal organization.  She supposes it may well be better this way ; she can look after Rufus and he , in one way or another , can attend to her ( in only a way as a secret companion could ) .  Or rather , he can be the weary-hearted voice of reason to ensure she is maintaining her GOOD BEHAVIOR .

So he does remember— Verona wonders if it is a pleasant enough memory for him as it is for her.  She looks back on it fondly , despite how they were intended to be on opposite sides of the field ; meant to be ENEMIES in a long line of bad-blood.  Yet , here they are now , something else entirely.

❝ Not exactly blind anymore is it ? ❞  She counters , loosely crossing her arms , closing the distance of the room to stand with him by the window.  ❝ We already did that the first time , technically. ❞

The question – is the spark gone ? – catches her by surprise.  She considers it , considers the two of them , not so unlike two sides of THE SAME COIN ever in rotation , perhaps doomed to reflect each other ( this , a symptom of his father’s making ) .  Finally , Verona shakes her head , the motion tussling loose blonde curls , ❝ No , ❞ There’s little hesitation in the single word.  ❝ I believe it may have a chance to burn … If we gave it the chance. ❞  Now that they h a d the chance at all , that is ( question then being : would they take it ? ) .  ❝ And you ?  Would the spark be gone for you ? ❞

#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞ #❧ ⸺ ch. verona | threads ❞ #❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse iv.i: ff7r ❞ #ivory-paragon #finally... together again #the saga continues