One thing you will never think after reading a great book or listening to a great album or seeing a great piece of art is, “I’m really glad this person remained cautious while they were making this and guarded against being perceived as weird.”
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Can't believe I've been over here crying about this man
Because she’s had to be 😭😭😭
This was just a thing Rude did. Reno wasn’t special, he was convenient. Reno looked over at Rude, stretched out on the bed. Peaceful. Breath slow and even. Rude had never been out of control in his life. He’d never had desperation flood him. He’d never had that terror, the sense of being sucked under, the frantic struggle, the hopelessness. He’d never felt the lurching disorientation of your body betraying you. He’d never fought against the noise, the terrible cacophony of your own furious frightened self. He’d never hurt himself because it was the only way to shut yourself up. His body wasn’t a war zone, he’d never lost, he’d never cried, curled up in the dark, bleeding and broken on the inside, *no no no too much too much too much*. Because some fights were unwinnable, some problems were unsolvable, and some people were a lost fucking cause. The craving caught him off guard. Sudden, urgent, undeniable. Reno dropped the photographs back in the drawer and slammed it shut. *Just one hit*. He rubbed the cuff of his shirt against the skin of his wrist. It smelled like vomit. *He* smelled like vomit. *You’re disgusting. Just one hit.* His jacket and trousers were on the floor near the bed. Just one. Reno picked them up. He should shower before he put them back on. You need a hit. He stared at the dark fabric, the Turk suit he’d let Rude take off him. *Just one just one just one*. He hooked his phone out of the pocket and opened the contacts. *Just one moment where everything feels right.*
Happy #WIPWednesday! A snapshot from the next chapter of All or Nothing. (Maybe this weekend? I hope???)
(cw: addiction) #RdRn
Happy #WIPWednesday! Reno starts sliding down the rabbit hole.
#ff7 #RenooftheTurks #TsengoftheTurks
Take your time! You already have a great story you're proud of, and anything more you do is just icing on the cake. The inspo will return!!!
Wrote some stuff for #TifaWeek2026 next week around Tifa’s relationship with her dad 🥰 #WIPWednesday
final fantasy 7 poster
This took forever! FF7 will always have a special place in my heart.
#finalfantasy #tifa #sephiroth #fanart #ff7 #FFVII #Cloud
I have this recipe for a "scoopable" salad (chopped very fine and you eat it with tortilla chips like a dip) and it features green olives and it is SO GOOD.
This week's prompt: It was a lie
Posted a short little drabble
Title: She Lied To Us
Rating: G
Tags: #CloudStrife #TifaLockhart #Cloti #FF7 #FFVII #FanFiction
Summary: Yuffie tells a little lie to get Cloud and Tifa alone together 🤭
Link: archiveofourown.org/works/83523776
New drabble prompt for any #FF7 fic writers! "It was a lie"
Any characters, pairing etc. All submissions to the collection welcome
archiveofourown.org/collections/...
teaaaa
A tiny illustration of a final fantasy 14 style moogle lying on its back holding a wine glass in one paw and a wine bottle in the other
Someone shared some great online writing resources on our writing server (I think you’re on it?) if you’re looking for encouragement beyond DOOOO IT 😆
Part 3, come faster
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This weeks drabble is about #YuffieKisaragi and #GodoKisaragi
300 words, gen. #ff7 #fic
archiveofourown.org/works/83223326
A screenshot of text that reads, "The first thing Elena was aware of when she awoke was pain. Sharp and agonizing and all over body. She could hardly let out a groan before Tseng seemed to materialize inside of the room. How he always sensed when she needed something, Elena would never know. Director’s instinct, maybe. Tseng helped her sit up against the pillows before handing her a glass of water and her medicine. Elena’s faced scrunched up in preemptive disgust before she threw the pills back and washed them down with the glass of water Tseng had given her. The only thing that made Elena feel worse than the pain was the medicine. She’d often take half doses in a bid to feel slightly less shitty when she got hurt enough to need them. That wasn’t an option when Tseng was around. He always made sure that she finished the prescription. Tseng kissed her forehead, taking the now empty glass from her and pulling the covers up to her shoulders before returning to the world outside of the bedroom. As she let the numbing fog settle into her mind and body, Elena couldn’t help but salivate at the smells coming from the kitchen. It had to be time for dinner soon. Meals were one of the few things Elena looked forward to when she was this injured. They helped to break up the monotony of being effectively trapped inside when she couldn’t even work from home. Investigating what was for dinner was off the table on account of her broken leg. It seemed that Elena wouldn’t have to wonder what was cooking for very long, as Tseng re-entered the bedroom. It was hard for her to gauge time when she was on painkillers that strong. So, she didn’t really know how long it had been since he had tucked her in. Tseng picked her up, her head cradled against his shoulder, arms hooked around her knees and upper back. Once he was certain she was secure in his hold, Tseng carried her to the adjoining bathroom."
For this week's WIP Wednesday, a snippet of me indulging in the desire to make a post mission mishap comfort fic.
SAME. I would have been happy with seven 😭
CH 32 Undercover Of course, he was already here. Her plan was the entire point of the too early meeting and he was a part of the plan. Yuffie had not forgotten, obviously. It was just that she had not been specifically thinking about him and the fact that he would be here. She had not been not thinking about him either. After all, there was not anything to not think about. The WRO guard who escorted Yuffie to the door with her ID in hand passed it over to him. He made a show examining it - a rather obvious and unconvincing one in Yuffie's opinion - before handing it back. They would have to work on that. He motioned for Yuffie to enter, trying a little too hard to catch her eye, and smiling when he did. Maybe they needed to work on that too. Yuffie glowered back. She was uncaffeinated and unfed, and had not slept anywhere close to the nine hours she would prefer. Even if guarding Reeve was only a pretense for him being in the office, the new security protocols were irritating and he was irritating for helping to implement them. Yuffie did not need to show identification. Everyone knew who she was. What was the worst the protesters would do anyways? Graffiti the walls? Reeve's office actually could use some color. Yuffie had thought so herself many times before. Really, the worst they had done so far was throw trash. In that case, he would actually be a pretty effective guard. Reeve was tall, but he was taller, and he was the type of person who would not think twice about stepping in front of you if someone threw a rotten tomato your way.
Love me a Yuffie chapter 💚 #YuffieKisaragi #FF7 #fanfic #WIPWednesday
Hey, look! I posted another drabble! Get used to seeing these on a mostly weekly basis.
five habits of highly effective mechanics
characters: Cid Highwind
archiveofourown.org/works/83082426
#FF7 #CidHighwind
archiveofourown.org/works/83074946
Posted for this weeks prompt: random selection of bad habits. Elena needs a hug ❤️
