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ofdeference · 6 months
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@unforestalledreturn asked: "Say..." A voice venomously purred from above. "Do you believe in ghosts? If not, it might be time to."
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"Please come down from the rafters...you're dropping mud all over my desk." Honestly, whatever they saw in SOLDIERS must be something truly special. An eccentric lot if he ever knew one.
"Are you here to report?"
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wingsdreamt · 1 year
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// Gen+ A4 if you are still doing em!!
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calamitysshatteredson · 7 months
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[Anti-Honesty Meme] "Did I make you blush or is the alcohol finally getting to you?" He jeered playfully, tapping the tip of Sephiroth's nose. (-expansive shrugging- hihellohowyadoin)
Anti-honesty hour meme | accepting but eternally slow
Sephiroth almost, almost, leaned just the slightest bit forward to bite that offending finger, which he supposed might have made his answer a great deal more believable. SOLDIER metabolism could be woefully swift, after all. (Sadly his restraint in not biting that finger showed enough.)
"The alcohol." He tried. Unconvincing, maybe, but he would stand firm on that. And perhaps take another, longer drink.
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saishuu-heiki · 5 months
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A kindness for a kindness. At a moment of existential weakness , the world's weight of morality sitting on a single string , the words of a former friend pushed instead of guided to safety. Even with eyes intent on seeing Shinra burn from roof to foundation , scientist to desk jockey , tongue still longed for the savour of retribution. Tongue , lips , and mouth . . Sephiroth was jaded by the taste of blood , so upon hearing word of Genesis Rhapsodos' @unforestalledreturn whereabouts , the former prodigal SOLDIER wasted no time following in his shadow. Even at the peak of his health and strength , the poetic SOLDIER had never been his match nor his equal. Kindness and comradery extended a hand of respect towards both Genesis and Angeal , yet they had always been children. It was so clear now. Blinders of affection were cast away from face , and what remained was a monstrous grin fit for a serpent or large carnivorous feline. Masamune was not required in the presence of something so weak. Sephiroth stalked and circled , and with each turn about the body of the red haired poet , the distance between them shortened.
Air suddenly pressurized around him and then gaze way in a sigh — toe-to-toe both former SOLDIERs stood though Sephiroth had to tuck his chin against his chest in order to look at the shorter man. What happened to the spitfire of a youth? The poetry readily pouring from mouth? The man before him was a shadow of the boy he took under his wing. Gloved right hand jerked forth and applied tremendous force to Genesis' chin , holding him in place. Lips peeled back from teeth ; ivory viper teeth fit for consuming his enemies. Fingers did not penetrate the man nor did hand twist head to separate it from spine , instead . . Sephiroth dipped his head down to press lips to lips. Hot and stimulating. Entire face buzzed with a queer sort of sting even before their lips met , and now it would be Genesis who felt heat erupt and eat at his mouth and face. A poison which would kill an ordinary human with ease merely affected genetic freaks like them. Genesis would bear the worst of it in his weakened condition , but was that not the hero's kiss he had always spoken of. Well . . wish granted.
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generalzelgius · 6 months
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@unforestalledreturn - moved from here:
          Amidst all of General Zelgius' seriousness and stoicism, there was the ability to adapt to various situations, even those he was not used to in the slightest. He had a way with his words, motions, and a knack for 'going with the flow' as a last resort when no preparations could've been made. Sure, that didn't mean he was entirely comfortable though as this was way out of his territory of behavior, but yet, something inside of him was having fun. It could've been Genesis' carefree attitude and how easy it was for him to be this flirtatious which was starting to rub off on him. He wasn't quite sure if this was a good thing or not.
          But then again, he had somehow managed to stun Genesis into silence, which greatly amused him. After all, the general did crave power, and to be in control at all times. Again, it was just a comfort thing, not necessarily meant to be malicious. The spread of crimson slowly starting to color Genesis' cheeks did not go unnoticed, however, making his following gestures absolutely comical, if not cute. Was he actually managing to break down Genesis' confident flirtatious nature ? Fascinating. He must really be interested in him.
          The cut of meat, 'mistakenly', aimed at the corner of Zelgius' mouth was tactfully scooped into it, him turning his head at an angle to get all of it inside, the juice of the meat once more dripping from the corners of his lips. The only difference from last time is that his tongue did not flicker out, instead turning expectedly to Genesis, emerald hues gazing down at his partner's supple lips.
          ❛ Hmm, this is your mistake for being so careless, you should fix it then.   ❜ His tone was far from demanding, but rather one of persuasion.
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gcldfanged · 1 year
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@unforestalledreturn
Scaevola Tanne: Third Class. 
Like so many other Thirds, he seemed to have peaked shortly after surviving mako treatment. Unremarkable in stats- Strength and endurance above average. No magical affinity nor aptitude. Mental fortitude, acuity, and resourcefulness so-so. Main skills (if any) seemed to be observation and adaptation, mainly situational improvisation. Had a decent enough appearance that he could manage to be seductive, slightly above average.
All in all, ‘slightly above average’ was the club he wielded over even weaker recruits. He was a bully and a coward, an opportunist. Yet his unremarkable qualities were what made him so dangerous- He was virtually indistinguishable from any other ‘normal’ person working for Shinra, aside from being part of the SOLDIER program.
By far, he was the easiest to pin down in terms of habits, schedule, and pattern. Approaching Tanne during on-duty hours wouldn’t be impossible, but Jae-hyo wanted to deal with the Third alone, without his entourage of sycophants.
He wasn’t sure how long the abuse had been going on, but it was safe to say that Scaevola was a repeat offender. He liked being in control for all the wrong reasons, used his physical strength and imposing figure to lord over others and quash any hopes of retaliation. The type to apologize and gaslight in the same breath, truly and utterly without remorse or self-awareness.
There wasn’t a type based off of appearances alone, but he did target those who appeared the most vulnerable. Shy singles alone at the bar, pretty faces built on artifice masking non-existent self-confidence. Binge drinkers especially were Scaevola’s favorite flavor, swooping in to play the concerned bystander, the Nice Guy. Luring barely conscious young clubbers into taxis or down barely used alleys to get his ‘reward’ for his apparent chivalry.
All it took was some hair spray, heavier make up, and a change in wardrobe to become more appealing to his prey, but the performance had to be flawless.
Paying off the bar keep ahead of time, Jae nursed a handful of watered down cocktails as the night progressed- making sure that the number of emptied glasses were clearly visible. He made sure his body language was more confident, if loose-limbed and clumsy, flirting and dancing with a bevy of strangers. All it took was an ‘accidental’ trip into Tanne’s arms and the trap was set.
The Turk leaned heavily against the Third’s side, affectionate and uncoordinated. Scaevola wasted very little time taking him back to his apartment, pouring yet another drink to ply his inhibitions. Straddling the larger man’s lap, letting Tanne slobber all over him like a dog was a small price to pay for what he had planned as the payoff.
He jams a syringe into the side of Tanne’s neck and shoves the plunger down before he’s shoved off, as the Turk already at a disadvantage against a mako-roided SOLDIER who could probably take a hit from an oncoming train. After that, it was simply evade an enraged Third Class until his little cocktail of drugs kicked in.
“What’s wrong, I thought you liked slapping pretty boys around-” Jae purrs, driving his elbow into the blonde’s gut, before slamming his heel straight up into his lower jaw. 
He picks up a marble ashtray off of the coffee table, quite enjoying it’s heft as he swings it and connects with the side of Scaevola’s forehead. Head injuries bled a hell of a lot, which was enough of a spectacle to make the larger man begin to question if he wanted to fight back.
Lowering himself, Scaevola attempts to shoulder tackle Jae-hyo down, only to receive a swift knee to the groin. That makes him fall over and hurl up a mixture of beer and bar food across the hardwood floors, hands between his legs in abject pain.
Jae lifts a leg and slams all of his weight down against one of Tanne’s kneecaps, relishing in the crunching sound it makes.
“How fast do Thirds heal again? Missing some teeth, fingers, and toes you’d be able to survive, but...” he trails off, pulling a chef’s knife out of a wooden block in the man’s kitchen.
“Unless you’ve got some Cleansing materia on hand, I doubt you’ll be surviving the night. That’s a pretty potent neurotoxin I just shot you up with, but it does take a few hours to really run it’s entire course through your system. You should be feeling a kind of buzzing sensation in your fingers and toes, spreading through your arms and legs. Like effervescent tablets in a glass of water, nice and bubbly.”
He squats down on his heels next to Scaevola and slaps him in the face a few times, looking only slightly annoyed by how easily he’s giving up. 
“Guys like you are all the same-You’re all about power. Granted, it makes sense, but as soon as someone stronger than you shows up, you just fucking fold. You didn’t fear me when you thought I was some weak-ass little twink, but now you respect me... because I’m a threat.”
Tap-tap-tapping the flat of the blade against a burly shoulder, he yawns in a tired fashion. 
“This isn’t how I expected things to go. I’m really just kind of disappointed.”
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steeleidolon · 1 year
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📂 -slams this down-
If you need someone to dead-on mimic an accent after hearing just a couple of sentences in it, Kunsel's your man. He has an ear for language and rhythm, even if he is not trained in the arts by any stretch.
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serafim · 1 year
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@unforestalledreturn -- brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair
Few people have the gall to waltz into his private quarters unannounced. Few people…except the ones that do. Consistently. 
Sephiroth straightens as he meets the gaze of Genesis's reflection in the mirror with mild exasperation. Exasperation, because Genesis has that look on his face. The seconds pass; a moment’s impasse. He could pretend to have been looking at the water stains near the bottom of the glass instead and that somehow Genesis leaning against the doorframe escaped his notice, but if there’s a worse option in all this, it’s ignoring Genesis in any capacity.
Sharing rituals strikes him as strangely intimate. He does not know if Genesis will see it the same way, nor can he find a compelling reason to refuse. The question of whether he wants does not occur to him, for the request, unworded, spoken through curious, mako-bright eyes, is perfectly innocent enough to take at face value. 
Prompted by little more than chance. 
This is likely the first time Genesis has been blessed with such timing in order to witness Sephiroth with a boar bristle hairbrush in hand, halfway down along a stretched ribbon of silvery hair. Other times have mostly ended in missing shampoo bottles off the recessed shelf behind the shower glass door. It must be some sort of compulsion.
“You could try to look less excited,” Sephiroth remarks with an arch of his brow as he pulls the brush all the way through to the end.
His level of dress has no bearing on how he reacts to Genesis's (typical) unannounced visit, but Sephiroth strives for some level of decency. A deep forest green satin-silk robe hangs off his shoulders, fully open. Sephiroth places the hairbrush on the dark, granite countertop long enough to loosely tie his robe closed with a hanging sash before he turns, wrist flipped upward with the hairbrush handle out first towards Genesis.
"Here."
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sparkstick · 5 months
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🟣 Purple - Is there a fandom you are in that’s unrelated to this muse?
send a color || @unforestalledreturn
yes! but not in a rpblog capacity. if that's what the question means. i did at one point, but the rp fandom is super dead for it. the muse i used to rp in it was on my multi for a time too, before i shipped him off to fanficland. wherehe lives happily with his boyfriend and two small kids. the fandom/series is simply known as the dark-hunters series. a collection of urban fantasy vampire romance books. it pulls heavily from greek mythology and everyone is a good goth biker type. i really love these books lmao!
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gaiachose · 6 months
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❝ I don't think my dream of being a hero is unattainable. Every story has a hero and a villain. It's the reality of the world - you're a hero or a villain in someone's story. ❞
@unforestalledreturn liked for a starter from Zack
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carnivalfair · 10 months
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@unforestalledreturn's genesis with all his beautiful freckles.... 🥰
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annjiru · 1 year
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HAPPY NEW YEAR ! just wanted to take a second and thank everyone who has stayed by my side as i re-launched this blog and got back into the ff7 rpc. i am so happy to share space with you all and to have so many incredible interactions together with our muses. FIRST CLASS SOLDIERS — my mains deserve their own shout-out for helping me develop my muse and for forming significant relationships with him
@steeleidolon | @gcldfanged | @hisalis | @areapermostcapricious |
KEEPERS OF HONOR — other mutuals whom i love dearly and want to shower with love this NYE
@generalzelgius | @unforestalledreturn | @gainsflora | @midgarwhispers | @warofthebeasts | @chosenbythecrystal | @serafim | @primalvessel | @sepheroth | @honorisen | @sakurarisen | @lockhartred | @snow-dxnce | @vctlan | @legacyheld | @cloudvii | @sortilegii | @zackleos | @heartslock | @mournsyou​ | @krvla | @chaieos | @cwarscars​
i do apologize if i missed you. please don't take it personally and know that you are loved – i'm just a little forgetful heh.
anyway, i'm wishing everyone a safe and prosperous new year filled with love, happiness, and health. i cannot wait to keep writing with you all next year and to see what we'll be able to create together. cheers. ⸻ love, eros.
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wingsdreamt · 1 year
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Ahhh this is such a hard one to answer lol. I don't know about unique, but I try not to let popular fanon dictate how I write characters. I want them to feel like real people, reacting to real things independent of what I want, if that makes sense? I don't mind the occasional IC-banter and stuff, but most of that happens out in chats on discord for me! It's a great way to build rapport and have fun with my writing partners while allowing me to keep my blog writing-focused.
I wanna write beautiful stuff, but I wanna write powerful stuff too! I hope that shows in my writing when I interact with everybody. I enjoy writing and I want that to come across in my responses. Forcing stuff is no bueno.
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Dear person I hate,
Letters meme | accepting but forever slow
It’s--
Complicated.
Everything was always so complicated.  I just didn’t realize it at the time.
It was simple at first, wasn’t it?  Or was it ever?  I can’t ask you now, or... maybe I wouldn’t want to if I could.  Maybe you’re the same as I am right now, and I... don’t want to find you.
I don’t want to see you.  I don’t want to speak to you.
That’s a lie.
It was rivalry.  Wasn’t it?  A strange kind that I wasn’t...  I didn’t understand it.  I thought we were friends, but they you hated me.  You must have hated me.  Held me at sword’s length, then more.
When the time came, when you... “invited” me...  I was so tired.  There was nothing but cold.  No anger.  No hate.  No emotion at all.  It flickered, a dying flame, but it...
There was nothing.  I was nothing.  You were nothing.
Then I wasn’t, anymore.  But I still hated you.  I hated everything.  Everyone.  Maybe especially you, but that was--
Was it justified?  I don’t know.
Would you want to see me if you were...
No.  I want to cling to apathy.  Hold it like a shield.
That’s funny, isn’t it?  I wonder if there would be shields between us.  Or if they’d turn into the same old swords.
I hate you now, regardless.  I’ll always hate you.
But I do... wonder.
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saishuu-heiki · 5 months
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Something similar to this entered my mind even before receiving this query. Sephiroth has sanctuaries , and by this I mean secret and secluded homes away from his primary residence in Midgar. No one knows of these locations and no one other than Sephiroth has stepped foot inside , save for those who helped construct it , of course. However to both add personal touches and prevent people from pestering him , a great deal of these sanctuaries were built solely by him with either minimal to great guidance ; as he became more proficient in construction , less and less help was required. The place itself could be considered a prized possession in truth. Wutai was the location of his first sanctuary , however it was more-or-less destroyed towards the end of the Wutai War.
However if we are referring to a single object of worth , that object would be his masamune. Sephiroth and Sephiroth alone have handled it since it entered his possession. When he is not working , it remains stored inside his home and sits upon a custom created katana kake — horizontal stand intended for housing katanas. While his home in Midgar grants greater access to people ( though not tremendously as you can imagine ) , only Sephiroth may step foot inside his armoury.
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generalzelgius · 11 months
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where should you be kissed? ( ♡ )
knuckles
it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.
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tagging: @abyssleapt, @never-surrender ( for suk-ja ), @unforestalledreturn, @of-invisible-ties ( for sephiran ), @shearubik, @valionce, @endurble, @annjiru, @nobilismare ( for nailah ), @omniterror ( for james and wesker ), @godsp1te
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