Just a little heads up for those waiting on replies/starters. I've been working up to 16 hour days this week which is damn near killing me off! I haven't forgotten about you all and I'll get to them as soon as I can over the next week or so. Much love, Kay.
Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!
@ancientblxde | starter
IF anyone asked what Reno wouldn't llike to be doing. It would be this. Finding himself alone, in a helicopter with him. It wasn't so bad when he was sheathed and not looking so humanised. Reno tried to keep his eyes forward, but they kept darting back to the man... sword... beside him. He didn't understand. It was bad enough to be alone in a room with Sephiroth himself, but being alone in a helicopter with the person, blade -- Reno screwed his eyes up, eyebrows knitting together in clear pain -- heck he didn't even know what to refer to him as. Yet knew well enough to not ask and end up skewered like a kebab. Oh no, Reno liked kebabs sure, but he was happy enough not being one. How does one even go about being a living blade?
" So... " He stated instead. " Impaled anyone lately? " Was meant to be in inward thought, yet didn't leave much room for an answer as the panels on the helicopter began to flash and beep. " Ah! Shite. " He leant forward trying to figure out where the problem was coming from. It wasn't a major issue, more of an annoyance. Regardless, Reno had to land the chopper in order to figure out what the problem was exactly. " Gotta land her. Hopefully she'll be an easy fix. " He brought the chopper down safely and jumped out before opening the electrics panel.
“ Or mebbe not. Hope ya not in a hurry. Ain’t gonna be getting nowhere fast. “
@greatxgospel | starter
THE slums weren't everyone's favourite place in Midgar. Truth be told they weren't exactly Reno's favourite place either, but the bar's were more his style. He could barely stomach the extravagance of the upper plate. Though the people down in the slums were less favourable than up on the plate, Reno was rarely bothered unless someone was itching for a scrap. Turks weren't considered 'popular company' so as a rule, was given a wide berth unless being served. Yet the bars weren't where he was heading today. He'd been told to go down the slums and make sure that nobody was causing any uncessary trouble. Which for the most part, people didn't. But you did get the odd few who thought it was acceptable to take the law -- and matters -- into their own hands. Sometimes with a representative in some form from ShinRa it kept the rowdier ones confined to the bars.
YET Reno found himself wandering through a place that seemed to have flowers. Reno bent and inspected them, running his finger along the stem and onto the petals. " Definitely real. " He mused aloud, a bit confused. As far as he was aware no flowers grew in Midgar, especially in the slums. " Kinda damn witchcraft is this? "
@azhorratha | starter for seph
RENO had royally ballsed up on one of the missions he'd been sent on. He'd butchered it so completely that anyone would have thought he'd been a trainee with absolutely no experience. He'd read the brief, of course he had but -- and that was the kicker -- but he had suspected it would be a simple enough thing to achieve. Afterall, he was a seasoned Turk with loads of experience in espionage and generally kicking butt. Sometimes even having his butt handed to him. He was damn good with technology, one of the best, so why oh why hadn't he seen that one coming. One simple misplaced click in and he'd managed to erase MONTHS of data that they'd needed. Not only new and highly valuable data that would have been the breakthrough of months of preparation, but months of data loss on his own system. Granted it was backed up -- luckily -- and that was easily rectified but the mishap on his part due to lack of concentration had botched a job that should have been achieved in no more than half an hour. Instead he'd alerted the group to where he was which resulted in a lot of messy situations, Reno adding a few more cuts and grazes to his skin and now they knew the Turks were on to them.
OH he'd had his ass handed to him on a silver plate.
IN the long run, he'd managed to -- eventually -- retrieve all of the data. Though the files were corrupted and it had taken weeks to decode things that should have taken minutes, he had a constant headache because no, nobody would help as it was his problem, not theirs -- and to top it off, add icing to the cake. He'd been sent to the General himself to assist. Which in general Turk meanings -- be punished. It wasn't unusual for a trainee Turk to have to be the "dogs body" to someone in ShinRa but it was exceptionally rare for them to be sent to a SOLDIER. And to be sent to Sephiroth with no clue what this detail even entailed was a bit nerve wracking. Honestly, Reno avoided the silver haired male as best he could. The guy sent shivers down his spine, not that he'd openly admit that to anyone. Ever. Looking at him lounging on one of the sofa's though, almost like the owned the place, you wouldn't think it bothered him at all. He'd suck it up as he had to, he'd done wrong and he knew it. The sooner this was over the better for everyone involved. Still, he didn't know how long this would last. Was it a day thing? A week, a month. Hell if it was longer than that Reno might have seriously considered jumping ship. Instead he sat in the office, the details wrote in a rather large and thick envelope that he'd placed on Sephiroth's desk. No doubt detailing everything he did wrong and being told that there was no holds barred. Heck, he just hoped he wasn't expected to be Sephiroth's punching bag in the training room.
NO way on earth would he survive that.
calling all mutuals. since my arrival back i’ve fixed my theme and links and what not, posted up a few memes and stuff of the like. so now im doing an OFFICIAL STARTER CALL. if anyone wants to play with reno (get your minds outta gutters guys) then LIKE this and I will write a starter of varying length, in varying verses at some point today. some may be short, others long. SEE YOU ON THE DARKSIDE.
Be kind to veteran RPers. Especially if you are also one. You’ve both been doing this a long time. Long enough to develop your own ways of writing that work for you. You have spent your time differently and their differing writing style shows how unique each of your portrayals are. We all develop differently. No one is doing it “wrong”.
Be kind to new RPers. Don’t chase new writers out of the community because they don’t immediately meet your standards. Don’t put them down because they’re learning. Don’t shun them because they haven’t learned to make their own icons, graphics or themes. If they make a mistake, help them to learn. Don’t isolate them for being the person we all were at one time. Your seniority is not an excuse to be rude or hurtful. No one has been at this “too long to be nice”. No one’s “too old to have patience”.
Be kind to RPers of all skill levels. Don’t mock those who use flowery language or purple prose in their threads. They are writing what makes them happy and if their partners are okay with it then what is the harm? Don’t mock RPers who need extra time to write long replies because they’re not used to writing. Don’t send hurtful anons to writers threading with popular blogs about how they “aren’t good enough” to write with their partners. That is for their partner to decide, not anyone else.
Be kind to RPers who have firm rules. They are that way for a reason. Maybe someone hurt them before and that’s why so many rules on their blogs are necessary. You don’t know. Don’t attack others for having a lot of rules. And be kind to RPers who are very lenient in their rules. Don’t take advantage of a person’s lack of hard boundaries.
Be kind to RPers who ship your NOTPs. If you are against a ship and you see another RPer shipping it… You do not have to tell them how much you dislike the ship. You don’t have to tell them anything. Your personal preferences aren’t another RPer’s fault. As long as no laws are being broken in the writing of this ship, be kind and let others have fun in their own way.
SINDAY SUNDAY! | acceptingcome and grab your kisses from reno!
WAS it the fact it had been one of those days? Was it the sheer amount of alcohol that was currently floating around the red-heads system that short-wired his brain into thinking it would be a good idea to all of a sudden, out of nowhere, kiss one of the few people he called a friend? It could have been simply that it had been that long since he’d felt the soft lips of the opposite sex that he simply couldn’t resist. Tomorrow he’d tell himself that it was a mixture of all of the above. RIght at that moment, he just needed it.
RENO’S face inched ever closer until his lips lightly brushed hers. He hesitated for a few seconds, waiting for the sharp sting of her palm across the side of his face while his hand snaked up behind her neck to pull her ever closer, pulling her into him. His eyes never leaving hers as he watched her carefully from beneath his lashes.
“ how have you been ? ”
ICONIC THINGS MEME || accepting
HOW had he been? Run ragged. Constantly in danger. Risking both limb and life and dealing with the pressures that come with his line of work. Hell, the brand new gash that was adorning his left thigh, that pained him as he walked so much it almost burned, was a testament to all of the above. Reno knew damn well it would scar and just be another one that littered his skin. He was tired, oh so tired. Worn out actually, the red head felt he could seep for a week at least. Yet the question of ‘how are you’ or ‘how have you been’ or even ‘are you okay’ were all answered with the same answer. Not just by him, but by most Turks. Admitting you were even tired was a sign of weakness they couldn’t afford in their line of work. A weakness was a way to beat you. Yes, Reno had had his arse handed to him on numerous occasions, he’d nearly been killed more times than he cared to remember. But he always got back up and carried on.
“ I’m fine. Y’know. Usual. AIn’t grumblin’ “
the turks;
reno | rude | tseng
Reno in Final Fantasy 7 Remake (oh no he's hot)
“ we’ve both said a lot of things you’re going to regret . ” “ i think we can put our differences behind us … you monster . ” “ it’s been a long time . ” “ how have you been ? ” “ this will be our only chance to talk . ” “ you are a horrible person . ” “ i’ll give you credit : i guess you are listening to me . ” “ remember before , when i was talking about smelly garbage standing around being useless ? that was a metaphor . i was actually talking about you . ” “ did you know that people with guilty consciences are more easily startled by loud nois— *blasts airhorn* ” “ nobody but you is that pointlessly cruel . ” “ i made it all up . ” “ i am very pleased you made it through my final challenge , where i … pretended i was going to murder you . ” “ i know you’re there . i can sense you . ” “ you haven’t escaped , you know . ” “ you’re not even going the right way . ” “ uh - oh . somebody cut the cake . i told them to wait for you , but they did it anyway . ” “ didn’t we have some fun , though ? ” “ you really shouldn’t be here . this isn’t safe for you . ” “ it’s not too late for you to turn back . ” “ okay . i am going to kill you now . ” “ someday , we’ll remember this and laugh . and laugh . and laugh . ” “ you’re not a good person . you know that , right ? ” “ this is your fault . it didn’t have to be like this . ” “ i’m not kidding . turn back , or i will kill you . ” “ i’m going to kill you , and all the cake is gone . ” “ you don’t even care , do you ? ” “ despite your violent behaviour , the only thing you’ve broken so far is my heart . ” “ maybe you should marry that thing if you love it so much . do you want to marry it ? … WELL I WON’T LET YOU . how does that feel ? ” “ i’ll tell you what that thing isn’t : it isn’t yours . so leave it alone . ” “ have i ever lied to you ? … i mean , in this room . ” “ killing you and giving you good advice aren’t mutually exclusive . ” “ nice job breaking it , hero . ” “ this isn’t brave . it’s murder . what did i ever do to you ? ” “ i honestly , TRULY didn’t think you’d fall for that . ” “ you’re about to become the immediate past president of the being alive club . ” “ i hate you so much . ” “ look , even if you think we’re enemies , we’re enemies with a common interest : revenge . ” “ i thought you were my greatest enemy , when all along , you were my best friend . ” “ under the circumstances , i’ve been shockingly nice . ” “ i used to want you dead but now i only want you gone . ” “ you’ve got your short , sad life left . ” “ goodbye , my only friend … oh — did you think i meant you ? that would be funny if it weren’t so sad . well , you have been replaced . i don’t need anyone now . ” “ when i delete you maybe i’ll stop feeling so bad . ” “ go make some new disaster . ” “ you’re someone else’s problem . ” “ i’m brilliant . i’m not bragging , it’s an objective fact . ” “ i hate you . it can’t be for no reason . you must deserve it . ” “ i don’t suppose you ever stopped whining long enough to reflect on your own shortcomings . ”
well I’ve just cleared my “following” section of all the inactive blogs I follow and now realise why I see practically nothing! because most of those I followed were inactive! oh blimey, so for the love of all things gaia and to keep me sane, reblog this if you’re interested in interacting with an indie reno from FF7, or follow him! I also have zack! (Though their background images need to be redone)
