i. general

The writer has a decade of RP experience on tumblr and other platforms.This is a sideblog. All follows will be from one of my main blogs, as listed in my pinned post. As this multi is for FFVII and KH, the follow is likely from fivedecisivefactors, but I am Menace, so there is always a chance that I have forgotten to follow someone.The writer and muse are both over 18. Regardless, I have no interest in threads with extreme violence (as in, I’m not into writing or reading a lot of blood and gore/extreme horror genre threads) or scenes of explicit sexual nature (implying something happened is one thing, but trying to play it out is quite another).The Kingdom Hearts muses found here will also have Final Fantasy VII verses, and vice versa.Currently, all of the KH muses are only canon to the point of KH2 and then diverge. As I have yet to play any of the subsequent games due to not having the required console––and struggling now to get used to playing xbox for KH3––these characters will be taken from the point of KH2 and be treated as canon divergent and very headcanon-based. If, at some point, I can get caught up, I may create more canon compliant verses in addition to my “main”.

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ii. following

I am private and selective, meaning that I will not follow everyone and this is nothing against them or their ability or their character. I simply work a full-time job and have other factors that make it where I like to keep a clean dash for the sake of my sanity.I am completely open to RPing with OCs. I’ve written more than a few myself, here and elsewhere, and written with plenty from other writers. All characters were someone’s OC at some point or other. Some have just had more keepers than others.I understand how challenging it can be to find people willing to ‘take a risk’ or so much as acknowledge you. So long as the OC is well-written and well-developed and I can see how interaction could take place, I am perfectly willing to give it a shot. My preference is usually having a bio page, but I get life can be a bit crazy and getting everything about your character down into one page can be daunting at times. So long as you’re okay with me wanting to talk and chat so I can see how I think out characters could interact, it’s all good.I will also usually RP even with multiples of the same character or with different characters who have the same faceclaim. [ I will not acknowledge that they ‘look alike’ or ‘have the same face’. ] I love seeing the different takes that everyone has on their characters. Everyone brings something different, and I find it absolutely fascinating. There are a few exceptions due to developments in interacting because sometimes you just click with certain RPers and their characters. Any cases of this will be listed in my ‘mains’ page.

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iii. mains & exclusives

While I do not practice exclusivity in 9.99999 of 10 cases, I do occasionally pick up mains.For me, this means that I will still be writing with others of the same muse, but the people listed will have priority as I have spoken with the writers a fair amount and am already quite attached to their particular take on their muse(s) and on the relationships/plots we have planned. Especially in cases where my focus is low and I know that I won’t manage more than a reply or two, they will very likely receive replies before I consider any others unless the mood/writing focus at the time dictates otherwise. I am always open to more mains, of course, with enough OOC talk and plotting, but this is where I am at the moment!Though exceedingly rare, there is the odd case where I will find myself with an exclusive, usually due to the writing having somehow fundamentally shaped my idea of the character and in how my character(s) interact with them, as well as how much I have spoken to the other writer. They are exclusives because they are the definitive version of that character for myself and my muses. If you are a multi with a character that I list as exclusive to/with someone, know that I will still follow you, and I would still love to write with your other characters. Just not the one that I have listed.Some examples of this are that I have a couple of friends who no longer write on tumblr, but I still will not write anywhere with any other Kate Bishop, Clint Barton, Emma Frost, or Natasha Romanoff of Marvel. I also will not write with any other Hector Barbossa of Pirates of the Caribbean.As for tumblr exclusives, I do have exactly one thus far, Reiikon who writes Jesse McCree/Colton "Cole" Cassidy. We have talked and plotted a lot and built up the relationships with our various characters in a way that I don’t think I can separate from how I view that muse. Neither do I think I can write my characters interaction with another at a ‘baseline’, because Reiikon set my view of Jesse and made me love the character where I was basically indifferent to start. Their Jesse is my definitive Jesse, and that’s that.

iv. inbox things & starter calls

I don’t mind curious anons and whatnot, or even non-mutuals who have ooc/headcanon questions, but I will only write and thread and answer in-character asks from memes and starters with mutuals.That said, the askbox is always open to memes, questions, or even conversation, in or out of character––so long as it is for or about the character. I won’t ask that you send in for every single meme you may reblog from me, but please don’t make me feel like a meme resource. I’m here to write a character just like you.I do roleplay/thread from asks. If you would like to continue one that I answered for you, all I request is that you put it in a post separate of the original ask. If you are unable to do this due to technical issues, just let me know.

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v. plotting

This account is open to RP with nearly any fandom. My preference is to have at least some vague knowledge of the fandom, but if a writer is willing to fill me in, I can manage. I am always willing to make new AUs and help craft crossovers. In fact, I love to do so! It's always interesting to see what can happen when you mix things up a bit!My preference for talking and plotting with other writers is through messaging, not asks, so that there are no slip-ups with ‘answer privately.’

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vi. formatting

I do not format. If you choose to, by all means, but I haven't the brain power to do it myself.Mostly, my writing style is paragraphs (of varying lengths) with icons thrown in along the way. Please do not ever feel that you must match me for length of reply. [All I ask is that you give me enough to work with in your reply.] I do know that I can get rather wordy. If it bothers you, please tell me and I can try to adjust. I am just very descriptive and fairly detail-oriented. I am also perfectly fine if you do not always use icons or if you never use icons.[ Speaking of, all of my FFVII and KH icons I have either made or have found lyrieuxicons or dresspheres or I have received such as from mooglepalooza. All other icons were either made or found at hollow-art when it still existed or thehollowedartists. ]I have spent quite a bit of my life as an editor––both informal and for specific organizations. If I catch a small typo––a missed letter, flipped letters, duplicate letters and things like that––chances are I will correct it before I reblog. (I.E. ‘bettter’ to ‘better’ or ‘and thent hey’ to ‘and then they’. Please do not take offense. I simply hate to leave a mistake because I know times where I’ve made a mistake and it’s been reblogged before I caught it and I felt like an idiot. I like to avoid that for all parties where possible. This does not mean I will change anything major––syntax, meaning, etc––and I absolutely will not. Any changes made are only minor things. If you do not wish me to do so, just let me know and I will make a note.

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vii. shipping

I am not completely anti-ship, but I’m not specifically looking for ships with any of my accounts. If I ship at all, it is only with chemistry and usually only with people I have written with enough to decide that there is some kind of chemistry, or with whom I have messaged with enough to get the idea that there might be. Shipping is not a given. Do not try to force a ship on me. Mentioning it, asking if it’s a possibility, and/or attempting to plot if there is interest is one thing. Trying to twist my arm into shipping is another.

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viii. IN CONCLUSION

If you've stuck around thus far to read all of this, I appreciate you. I very much look forward to writing my muses with other writers, but I am also closer to thirty than not and I am Tired.Don’t start none, won’t be none. For that matter, even if you start some, there STILL won’t be none. It’s as simple as that. I love writing. I love storytelling. I love crafting stories with other people. I love making friends on here. But I’m not going to let this place infringe on my sanity anymore. If someone becomes toxic or unhealthy for me, I will politely inform that person that I am unfollowing and then, if it becomes necessary, blocking them. Period. I’m too old to be dealing with he said/she said, anon hate, and kindergarten antics. I’m here to write. I’m here to have fun. If you’re here for the same reason, we’re golden.

Reeve Tuesti

Yazoo

Reno

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Rude

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Vincent Valentine

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Riku

Leon

Demyx / Emyd

Zexion / Ienzo

Axel / Lea

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Vexen / Even

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Ariana

Elsie Gates

Lyra Gaelan

Zee

Ciara "Cici" Gerhardt

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Adelaide "Addie" / "Del"

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Balthazar Blake

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Ariana was born in Midgar, the daughter of a Turk and a waitress.From an early age, she proved to be adventurous and a whirlwind, as well as perhaps a bit too clever for her own good. The combination often landed her toddler self into predicaments that left her parents torn between amusement and exasperation.Though she was loved by both of her parents, she was closest to her father. Whenever he was home, he always had time to listen to her wild, jabbering stories, to play games with her, and to teach her. Sometimes teaching meant the average educational bullet-points: grammar, mathematics, etc. Sometimes it was of more practical use. The year she turned eight, he was the one who taught her about their city. He explained to her about ShinRa and about the Sectors, how it all worked. He also taught her certain survival skills, including, at age nine, teaching her how to fire a pistol.She couldn’t place what it was at the time, in retrospect, she knows something changed around that age. She can remember the way her father’s focus shifted far more to the practical than the academic. She can remember the gravity in what he explained, can see the heaviness in his expression, in his body language.Of course, even if she had seen it then, she couldn’t have guessed his concerns, the weight upon him.It was also at age nine when she found out that she was going to be a big sister. The baby had been a bit of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one for her parents or herself. She had been 10 for three months when the baby was born. Her little brother, Reno.The first time her father settled the squirming—and LOUD—little bundle into her arms, she grinned at the baby and told him all about how many adventures they would have and that she would always be there to take care of him.There was an adjustment period, but Ariana was old enough not to be jealous over sharing attention and, in truth, she was just as likely to fuss over and look after her baby brother as her parents. After all, he was so little and he was her brother. Why would she do any less?Everything seemed to improve for a time.Until one day when a grave-looking man in a dark suit—just like her father—showed up at their doorstep and explained that her father wouldn’t be returning home.She was twelve. Reno was two.Nothing was right after that.Her mother, devastated by the loss, gave in to grief. She became negligent. The bills went unpaid. Eventually, they had no choice except to move from the modest living her father had once provided… into more affordable housing.By the time, her mother had begun to drink with increasing regularity. She wouldn’t work. She was practically unresponsive, just standing in her bedroom as though she were lost or sitting in a chair in front of the window listlessly staring at the dirt and grime outside the walls of their home.With her mother in no state to work, that left it to Ariana.Her father had taught her how to survive, and she would, one way or another.That meant juggling several low paying jobs for a time, running herself ragged to keep food on the table and to pay for necessities. Eventually, she realized that wasn’t working. She needed to be home more to better take care of Reno and her mother.She did what she had to do.She was sixteen.She wonders, in moments of reflection, if she should be thankful that certain establishments in the slums aren’t as discerning of age as they perhaps should be. On the one hand, it allowed her to better provide for her brother while allowing her to be home during the daytime. On the other hand, she wouldn’t wish her experience on anyone else who was too young to have any business doing what she did.She was nineteen by the time another two suits showed up at her doorstep, approaching her for a different job opportunity.

The Turks were in recruitment again, and they always give preference to the children of former employees. As a way to respect their deceased, of course, and provide for their families.She told them exactly what they could do to themselves and then slammed the door in their faces. She and her brother had already lost their father. She wasn’t going to risk leaving Reno alone with their mother.But that wasn’t the end of it.Crime increased in the area. Shootings seemed to become more frequent. It was dangerous, and on more than one occasion she had to scoop up her terrified little brother and run for relative safety. With him held in one arm and her father’s service weapon gripped in the other hand—cowering within the safest part of the apartment, a little closet near the center of the place.Another visit a month later made the reason for the dramatic increase quite clear. After another shooting incident, the two suits returned, this time under the pretense of checking up on the family, to make sure they were safe. With Reno still safely in the closet, she went to the door, pistol still held in a white knuckle grip. She gritted her teeth and endured their saccharine concerns.At least until their parting words.“ It’s terrible to see the family of a former Turk living in such a dump. It’s a dangerous place to be certain. It would be a shame were anything to happen… Of course, a Turk would never have such a problem… ”Cold realization spreading through her, she knew it was a high-stakes game then. If it had only been her life she was gambling, if she had been an only child, perhaps she might have taken her chances.But she wasn’t and her little brother’s life was more than she could afford to lose.Before they left, she gave up any last illusions she might have had—and any last remaining dreams of escaping the slums and having a respectable job—and she called out to them to express her interest in becoming a Turk. Once she met with the Director of the program to discuss the matter, she gave only one stipulation:Her brother wouldn’t be recruited.Veld, not entirely pleased in the manner he had been forced to recruit her, agreed.[ ** She went through the training. She excelled in several aspects of it, though her two best were marksmanship and medical treatment. She was a rookie by age twenty-one. Not long after that, she was partnered with another new Turk, Rude.It was around that time that her relationship with her brother began to deteriorate.The job was taxing and it demanded a lot of her. Between training and missions, it kept her working all the time, and being away so much wore on them both.Becoming a Turk meant being able to move to a better area of town again, and that had meant Reno could go to school again. While he had started out promising, his grades soon began to tank and he started to act out. Ariana, frustrated by her brother’s antics, tried to get through to him, but it only made him more rebellious.As soon as he was old enough, he did the one thing he knew his sister didn’t want him to do: he joined the Turks.Following an explosive argument—first with Veld who she thought had broken his word and then with Reno when she realized what he had done—she asked to be assigned a new partner and all but begged Veld to assign Rude to be Reno’s partner.“ … He’ll take care of him. ”Veld agreed. Ariana was reassigned to another partner. Reno was partnered with Rude. That was that.** Everything in this section is dependent upon who I am writing with and can be adjusted. ]

Unedited icons were made by diveicons. All I did was add a filter with BeFunky Photo Editor
for the red hair.

Adelaide used to live in a place called Kalm. She is the younger sister of Emyd.Due to a fire that swept through their town, the siblings were orphaned fairly early on in life. Emyd—still not much more than a child himself at fourteen—practically raised his sister who was six years younger than him, picking up a job as a coffee shop barista his first week of high school. The job didn't pay much, but it helped buy groceries and other necessities.Despite the age difference, Emyd and Del were the best of friends. Even when they weren't necessarily getting along, they would do anything for each other.Often times, they would hang out at the market, the neighborhood pool, or the music store. Emyd always made sure he had time for his little sister, always laughing and smiling and joking. Del didn't know it at the time but a lot of Emyd's smiles and jokes were more to deflect from his own stress and difficulties at having so much responsibility placed on him rather than any actual shows of humor. He didn't want her worrying about him, after all.By the time Del was approaching high school, Emyd could see that his sister had a chance of really doing something. She was bright and quick to learn, and she shared the same talent and love for music that he had—that their parents had possessed, too.He knew that choices had to be made so that she could succeed. So Emyd, who had never been a fabulous student—partially owing to undiagnosed dyslexia and ADHD—dropped out of his senior year of high school. In dropping out, he took on a second job at a restaurant, waiting tables so that she could focus on school rather than taking up work like he had. He would work at the coffee shop in the morning and at the restaurant at night. This cut back some of the time that he had available to spend with his sister but she understood his reasons—though originally she had been more than a little upset with him for dropping out.When it came to school, Emyd would drop her off every day before he went to work, and pick her up and eat dinner with her before he went to his second job.Life carries on.

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On one particular day in her freshman year of high school, Emyd dropped her off for school and she went to the library, as was her usual routine. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the librarian [Lyra Tuesti] and the librarian assistant [Vincent Valentine] she went looking for a book to read. Somewhere in that time, Lyra's husband [Reeve Tuesti] came in to bring Lyra her glasses, which she left at home.All told, there were then four people in the library.Just as Mister Tuesti was about to leave, Mister Valentine shouted for him to stop. Noting the uncharacteristic behavior—Del had never heard the soft-spoken librarian assistant so much as raise his voice before, much less shout—she had stepped out from the shelves to see what was happening.She could see that Mister Valentine was focusing on... something as though straining to hear something from far away—then he looked past her to the windows.When she turned, she saw that the skies were dark and there seemed to be a storm approaching the school. The closer it got, the more she was able to discern of it, particularly that the dark cloud had spheres of yellow throughout it.Their world was falling to the darkness.Though, she never quite understood how he was able to do it, Mister Valentine gathered them together and helped them to escape through a gateway into the dark corridors that led between worlds.Though he had meant to go to Radiant Garden, they appeared in Traverse Town, Radiant Garden having fallen some time prior to Kalm.The moment Del realized what had happened—that they had entirely left their world—she told Mister Valentine about her brother, and he immediately went back by himself to try to find him for her.Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do. He returned alone.She was devastated. For some time, she wouldn't sleep much, wouldn't each much. But after roughly two months, she saw how it worried her caretakers so she put on a smile, much the same as her brother used to for her. Throughout it all, Vincent, Reeve, and Lyra tried to support her as best as they could and over time, they saw progress. She ate more. Her smiles became more sincere. She at least seemed closer to the cheerful girl who would always wander into the library in the mornings.Their group of four slowly become a strange sort of family, Reeve and Lyra becoming very much like parents to her and Vincent falling into the category of uncle.When they heard from Leon that Hollow Bastion was open again—which they learned was Vincent's original world—for his sake Reeve, Lyra, and Del decided that they should travel with those going there.Currently, she resides in Hollow Bastion and helps The Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee with rebuilding and whatever other little tasks need be done.It is while doing so that she finally learns the fate of her brother. He had lost his heart when their world fell and become the Nobody known as Demyx—No. IX of the Organization XIII.[ FINAL FANTASY VII VERSE COMING SOON ]

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EXCLUSIVES

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Jesse McCree/Cole Cassidy, Overwatch
written by: Reiikon
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