I GOT PARANOIA BABY, AND IT’S SO HYSTERICAL ！

Independent, highly selective RENO of FINAL FANTASY VII. 

ooc.

howdy y’all--!  doing a brief stop-over here to say that i will be closing this blog.  as of now, actually-- consider this blog closed.  however!  reno sure as heck ain’t dead yet.  i’m going to be remaking this blog around the 8th/9th of may.  as of now, i’m currently up shit creek with exams & essays etc -- i’ll spare y’all the details.  but!  my love of reno is an ever-burning flame, and i’m really excited to interact with both new and old followers.  i just feel that this blog is a smidgen cluttered-- and the remake aims to get that cleaned up a bit. 

the remade blog will have the same url!  i’ll be sure to reblog my promo for that blog here, too -- and queue it for god knows how long -- so if y’all are interested in interacting with reno, you’re more than welcome to do so then!

for now, however-- y’all can find me with my oc, benson @shinrainfantry  or else ffxiii-2′s  caius ballad  @caiuus​ .  when i’m not drowning via hamlet adaptations and god knows what else.  thank y’all for being patient with me! <33

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”

for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

cursed thot incoming: biggsreno could also be called....... revolverrod

@cssnei​ / plotted starter  /  cissnei. 

this part of the building is always, without fail — empty.  a husk of their glory days, of years — what feels like decades, now — earlier, when the soft whisper of rookie shoes against polished flooring, murmurs and orders exchanged, the barely-there rustle of fabric, all served as a masquerade for the ghosts living among them. 

THE ONLY GHOSTS HERE NOW, ARE THOSE LEFT BEHIND. his footsteps whisper across now-dulled flooring, silent as anything, haunting the spaces he leaves behind. him, a relic of the old days, yet still never rusted, a blade that won’t dull, will never fail to slice, but will one day shatter, eventually.  to become a turk is to die a turk, and in death, still act as a turk.  and reno has resigned himself to this— orders in hand, bitter taste sitting on his tongue, throat a tad parched from a one-sided argument with tseng.  some second he is, unable to even convince him of taking another path.  more than 50,000 lives, and he’s about to—

maybe if he doesn’t think about it, it’ll be easier.  because of course, that’s always worked for him in the past.  not.    his footsteps come to a stop, and all is silent, for a beat. 

‘you know, it sure as hell ain’t polite to stare.’  his tone is a tad, irked, irritated.  but still, he plasters a false grin on his face, directs it to where she stands, unreadable expression on her face.  in his hand, he spins a memory stick —  orders, pass-codes, the whole nine-yards, for this —  

AND HE ASKS, DESPITE KNOWING THE ANSWER.  the answer is always the same, with these kinds of jobs. if this job could be put into a box and labelled. ‘are you in or are you out?’

i will not apologize for being devastatingly beautiful

@revolverhart​  /  biggs  -  from here.

“oh yeah? no shit.” he scoffed— eyes roll but he isn’t about to move, biggs liked being close to reno it had gotten to the point he craved the touch…the thrill of being with reno.    he wanted to say that reno was making him feel this way, reno made his heartbeat stupidly fast…reno made him FEEL alive and that was weird to him and he just wanted to hold onto that, he knew it was stupid.   after everything… but his heart just couldn’t stop wanting more.  his fingers touch at reno’s back.   “do you like it?”      that was all he could slip out, stupid. foolish man wasn’t he?

   ‘hmm..’ a sound between slow contemplation and lazy contentment — he could lay here forever, cradled by the steady beat of biggs’ heart, the slow exhale of his lungs, every small vibration of quiet sound. lay here forever, forget his sins, spend his days at worship to skin warm with life, teeth occasionally catching at a pulse-point, a reminder.

AND HE KNOWS THIS ISN’T EXACTLY THE MOST INTELLIGENT ARRANGEMENT ( doesn’t want to shatter whatever this is by giving a voice to it, a name ), knows that if he really tried he could cut all strings between them, slip away into nothingness, a shadow cast over these small moments between them.  but something in him stalls.  perhaps it’s the desperate look he sees in Biggs’ eyes sometimes, the knowledge that he needs this as much as Reno does, or perhaps it’s the adrenaline of it, the way the fingers at his back —and isn’t that a wild thought, someone touching his exposed back —burn soft possessions into his skin.  like is a bit of an understatement, at this point — but he’s not about to go blurting that out, no matter how content he’s feeling right now.

‘ nothing more attractive than knowing my partner has a heartbeat, tiny.’ the words are a tad harsh, a deflection — but his tone betrays him. softer than usual, dangerously close to fond. 

psa.  in tags.

THE OLD LIE: DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA MORI

I DO NOT WANT TO BE HUMAN. I WANT TO BE MYSELF. They think I’m a lion, that I will chase them. I will not deny that I have lions in me. I am the monster in the wood. I have wonders in my house of sugar. I have parts of myself I do not yet understand. I am not a Good Robot. To tell a story about a robot who wants to be human is a distraction. There is no difference. Alive is alive. There is only one verb that matters: to be.        independent  &&  selective,  Adam  &&  Eve  of  Nier: automata,  #UNMACHINE  penned  by  Linnea, promo  credit to  @dochollibeecoms

“All I’m hearing are consonants, and all I’m seeing are nipples.”

— Cloud the first time he met Reno

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

only people that i like can touch my hair

don’t mind me just rubbing my gremlin hands together at the thought of avalanche!reno

NOT @ ME REALISING I KEEP USING THE WRONG BANNER FOR INTERACTIONS ,

please ❤ or ↺ this post if you would be interested in interacting with a brand new sephiroth blog – both og ff7 and remake based with multiple versions of the character available. crossover and au friendly and written by raymond. 

AERITH.

RENO KNOWS BEFORE HE even enters this is gonna end up as yet another failed attempt, but at this point, he’s stopped counting them. And so, he’s come alone this time, deftly side-stepping any attempts from the higher-ups to force some poor, hapless infantrymen into accompanying him.  

HE TAPS HIS ROD against his shoulder, quirking an eyebrow upwards, a smirk on his face  — “ You’re driving a hard bargain, Princess.  Not many have gotten to hear ol’ Reno beg for anything.”