#speedchasing

[ceaselxss]

✦ You choose!

I'll do a couple that I didn't get to do

@reapersxfolly Mae is an amazing writer and an amazing artist and I'm biased perhaps because I very clearly love Tseng but they've always had such a good grasp on him and its so validating to have similar thoughts and then also very thought provoking to have ones that differ Mae's writing, their pose, is always something I've admired. They write so well and in tones that suit who they're writing And their OC work is so compelling that even if they've not been on Ashe as much lately, and even if Ashe is going to have more SOLDIER focus now, she will always be canon to me

@shinrasfirst Min is integral to my Tseng; their Rufus, their Rude, their Zack all have such an influence. Min is one of the people from the very begining of his lifespan that made him stick They care so much about their characters, down to all these little details. I love their Rufus so much, and their Rude has left a lot of impact and very heavily influence how I see Rude. Chefs kiss They float around now and make me excited every time i see their url pop up in my notes

@endweapon As I've said, I love Dirge and i love anyone who loves Dirge. Count has the difficult task of writing a character who has a mainline game based around him as the antagonist but he is only actually in the mobile game as himself. And yet with some of the most limited and conflicting information a character can have, they've got one of the most complex muses that I follow here. Their mastery over Weiss is a subconscious reason I don't write mine much anymore; I'm so satisfied with seeing theirs around that i dont feel much of a need (and i mean this entirely positively, its a weird thing to phrase)

@speedchasing Moogle comes and goes but every time I see them come back I get so excited. I love their Roche so much. He is so alive; they've taken a new edition who's biggest point is comic relief and they've written so much brilliance into him. I care so much for their flashy bastard. No matter how canon might treat Roche, Moogle's is more real and more canon to me

@ivory-paragon James is brilliant. I most admire their Ru from a distance but I love him; he's so detailed and complex. Their writing is really wonderful and you have to respect such a long commitment to a character

#reapersxfolly #shinrasfirst #endweapon #speedchasing #ivory paragon

[mezzomorendo]

The temptation to mess with his application and stamp the "short" square is very strong.

"I'm surprised you didn't stamp 'fluffy hair' but I guess you keep it back so often it's more gel than hair."

#ic; a ghost forgotten {post cc} #speedchasing #tyyyyyy rocheeeeeee #he is very happy <3

[ofgeneticperfection]

It was normal to see Soldiers in the labs, normal for her to give them their monthly injections. What wasn't normal was seeing the blonde who could be rather annoying visiting as often as he has the past couple of weeks. He didn't seem as cheeky, annoying or loud from her perspective. He seemed quieter, timid even and who wouldn't be meeting directly with Hojo? Which was also odd. He often tasked the odd jobs to her, especially these days so he could focus on whatever twisted things he was doing with Jenova.

Something was wrong. It had been gnawing at her for days now. Then again everything felt wrong. The second he had brought Jenova to the Drum it had become a constant descent of madness. As much as she would defend the insanity even this was too much, it wasn't right and it was driving her crazy too. This wasn't the same cruel, Professor that saved her and turned her into what she is today. This was far worse and it tore her apart from the inside out.

Even though she harbored the most of Jenova's cells she hated the being. She could see the invisible strings it held over everyone, including the Professor. How badly she wanted to sever those strings but ever since the escape everything was quickly slipping out of her control. Her connection with Jenova had plagued her with visions off and on for years. But ever since she awoke they were much more persistent, much more painful.

ShinRa collapsing, burning fires, tornados ripping apart Midgar, the Professor, blood on metallic floors. Just flashes of what has haunted her and she knew not what any of it meant. Only that the sinking feeling in her stomach grew stronger by the day. Roche's sudden appearance had caught her curiosity but she was half tempted to let it go until her most recent vision.

A sharp piercing of her mind, a brief flash of what appeared to be Roche whisked away into a swirling mass of black robes. It left her clutching her head and gasping for a breath and a sol question. What was Hojo up to now?

The next time Roche approached those labs he would see the Professor's assistant standing at the end of the hall. A brief flickering of the lights only further set the eerie atmosphere and she gazes at him with those piercing eyes. "Roche.." She slowly takes a few steps towards him. "You have to speak with me."

She wasn't about to let him meet up with the Professor again, not until she knew what was going on. There couldn't have been a more dire expression on her face as she nods towards the propped-open door nearby. Her gaze lingers on him and then she turns to slip into the room with the hopes that he will follow.

@speedchasing

#speedchasing #Starter for Roche #Hope this works!

[monstersmade]

Cool green eyes watch as he lingers from a distance, taking in the loud human. Ah, that strange lingering familiarity that comes occasionally - he pushes it aside, it isn't his and unlike Kadaj, he simply doesn't care. He doesn't care about that but he is interested. Interested in the loud human, because he reminds Yazoo of someone he actually knows.

He walks forward, pushing a few people out of his way without looking, without bothering with their reactions - most people go quiet at the sight of the gun in his hand and he likes that.

When he is closer, he raises his Velvet Nightmare, level with the loud human's head.

"My brother would like you. You should meet him."

@speedchasing

#speedchasing #[ic. yazoo] #i couldnt find an AC verse so leaving it vague #i thought Loz ws the most fitting for roche but the idea of yazoo trying to set up a playdate came in a strike of inspiration

[herofists]

@speedchasing /

𝗡𝗢  𝗪𝗔𝗬  .  .  .  the  gasp  he  lets  out  'pon  seeing  the  motorcycle  parked  near  the  inn—The  gleam  of  the  bike,  every  contour,  every  angle  screams  speed  and  power—it's  a  mechanical  beast  just  waiting  to  be  unleashed. 

he's  practically  salivating.

He  circles  it,  his  boots  crunching  against  the  dirt,  his  fingers  itch  with  the  urge  to  touch  it  but  he  refrains.  It's  common  courtesy  not  to  touch  someone  else's  things    (  even  if  sexy  as  hell  )  and  decides  to  appreciate  it  from  a  distance.  Snow  leans  against  the  rough  wood  of  the  inn’s  wall,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest,  gaze  fixed  on  the  motorcycle. 

Time  trickles  by,  each  minute  stretching  as  he  rehearses  opening  lines  in  his  head.  Compliments  about  the  bike's  make  and  model  mingle  with  inquiries  about  upgrades  and  handling.  Motorbike  enthusiasts  are  a  rare  breed  in  his  experience,  and  the  opportunity  to  exchange  words  over  horsepower  and  the  thrill  of  an  open  road  is  one  Snow  doesn't  want  to  miss.

He  watches  every  passerby,  assessing  whether  they're  the  one,  until—a  figure  approaches  that  seems  to  match  the  bike’s  wild  spirit…

#speedchasing #i hope this is okay!!! #he's gonna go NUTS!! just a warning!! #i don't have an ff7 verse yet but it's set there!

[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

A bright-eyed flash of fear raced across his expression, soft features tinged with worry. Concern. He had his own weapon out, but merely for self-defense, and wasn't sure if he should even try to attack. Not yet. "This isn't you! There's something wrong!... What happened??" Cloud was actually not okay with how the other was seeming. He didn't know what was going on with him, but deep down he knew it wasn't anything good. There was a look in those eyes that unsettled him, but at the same time set off so many alarms that had his head buzzing with some excitement. It was confusing to feel that way, as if his very blood was boiling up with said high emotions.

@speedchasing

#speedchasing #rp #continued

[fatummortem]

@speedchasing from x

ㅤㅤCloud lets out a light exasperation of breath the second Roche calls him 'lovely'. Spikey he's used to, there's no reason to add that on there. Not that he sees anyway.

ㅤㅤHis body lurching from the friendly smack to his back as his aqua blue eyes side-eyes the Soldier. His lips pressing tightly in a thin line, his expression turning partly curious & part searching for a motive. Even as he keeps a tight leash on his amusement at the other man's antics.

ㅤㅤA soft 'Tt' sound slips out as Roche leans in close, Cloud's upper body arching back. Why did he have to be so close? It makes him Feel uncomfortable in his chocobo blue shirt even as he gets a finger pressed to his lips before he can even speak. He's going to assume those words mean Shinra doesn't know the dramatic SOLDIER is there nor is he planning to set his sights on Aerith. That could change, he could also take up an umbrella to fight if it comes to it.

ㅤㅤTugging his head away from the other's finger, he scowls at him. " When you said you'd be right behind me, I wasn't expecting you to be serious. "

#speedchasing #cloud muse #re.birth spoilers #spoilers under read more #*works at shaking the rust from Cloud*

[mundmutter]

@speedchasing / cont

―  🜛  ―  pushback  had  always  been  the  final  result  of  this  magisterial  woman's  usual  teasing,  so  often  played  in  loathsome  tones  upon  her  toxic  lips;  but  none  could  have  matched  her  vigor,  nor  her  playfulness,  quite  like  Roche  could.  Indeed  a  cat  that  flicks  her  tail  hard  against  the  flooring,  claws  bared  to  take  sharp  hold  of  the teeny  tiny  rats  that  scurry  about  in  white  labcoats.  Radioactive  with  its  light  do  those  ethereal  eyes  pierce  her,  pairing  with  the  crown  of  a  meticulous  coif,  the  sight  alone  of  him  was  enough  to  turn  her  stomach  in  wicked  lurches.

if  only  she  could  have  heard  his  silken  reply  carry  the  song  of  her  name  to  accompany  those  teasings,  but  he  keeps  along  well  with  this  gentlemanly  demeanor,  despite  what  his  eyes were  telling  her.

     " View? "       The  kneel  had  her  shoulders  rolling  back,  as  his  handsome  countenance  looked  up  at  her  and  posed  such  a  dangerous  question,  she  stepped  forward  and  brushed  her  fingertips  along  his  strong  brow.  An  even  greater  view  ―    "  ―  would  be  the  higher  upturn  of  your  eyes  and  disappearance  of  your  lips.  .  .  see  what  a  real  speed  demon  you  are. "    

#― midgars angel of death | a belladonna blooming through the concrete | final fantasy 7 #speedchasing #h eyyyy uhhh UHHHH #suggestive cw.

[mezzomorendo]

[ @speedchasing from here ]

Usually Roche was so loud and bombastic. Seeing him like this made Zack's chest twinge, tightening around his aching heart. He wanted to spill everything all at once but Roche was still in that den of monsters. He didn't want to risk it.

He slowly drew Roche into a hug, burying his face into his companion's neck. Lifestream, how he missed this. He missed holding someone warm - someone strong, someone so full of life. He missed the way Roche's cologne overwhelmed his senses (all musk with a hint of citrus buried under engine oil and gasoline). They were never ones for gentleness when they were younger. The pair preferred to tussle like wolf cubs and communicated more with throwing things at each other than soft words.

Zack had enough of that life for now.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into Roche's skin, fingers practically tearing into his leather jacket. "I wanna say more but I don't wanna drag you into my mess. I don't want them to..." Zack trailed off and buried his face more. It was as if merely saying it could bring it upon Roche.

#ic; a ghost forgotten {post cc} #speedchasing #HAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA i'm crying now :')

[ceaselxss]

@speedchasing replied to your post “Nobody is drooling like a dog over your brother.”:

"speak for yourself!!!!" D:<

​

"You are unrepentant. Fine. No Turk is drooling over Weiss - I'm too busy waging war on Rufus."

#speedchasing #[dash comm]

[phantasiiae]

@speedchasing

A bright orb of light shoots past Roche's head: a warning shot to not step any further. Sanbreque is hostile to any outsiders, considering ShinRa's constant attempts to build a reactor. As Dion steps out from behind the gates, he squints, arms crossing.

"You're a SOLDIER, aren't you? You tell your masters that any amount of money or troops they throw at us won't change our minds. They will not build a reactor here, do you understand?" While Dion speaks, another orb of light forms in his hand. "Now, you have exactly five seconds to either leave or explain yourself if you have other business here. Starting now."

#speedchasing #;Dion #dions like TAKE TWO STEPS BACK BITCH DLKSJGDG

[exturk]

Send “impersonate” for my muse to try and impersonate yours.   | accepting.

@speedchasing asked: impersonate!

Now   Roche   ....is   a   tricky   one....but   she's   going   to   try   her   best.     

....She   steps   out   wearing   a   wig   very   akin   to   his   hairstyle.        "motorcycles   .....           are   the   true   meaning   of   life!"        and   then   she   does   a   dramatic   pose   and   for   some   reason   a   spotlight   shines   down   on   her.    

"and    Cloud   Strife       .....    is   my   bro.....    he   can   kick   my   ass....   any   time...." 

now   rose   petals   scatter   about   from   seemingly   nowhere

#speedchasing #♡ ❞ 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 | askbox #she had to think about this one for a bit !

[azure-steel]

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜ // :3c

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - No longer accepting

@speedchasing

It was always the same after a fight; the roaring euphoric high claimed with the victory, the wild thump of the heart against heaving ribs, the raw burn of each breath dragged into the lungs. There was no other feeling quite like it, any wonder that volatile acts of violence would lend themselves so well to the scorching swell of arousal. 

The line between the two was so dangerously thin, as Cloud would notice the very second he was pulled back into the remnants of his most recent fray via a hard yank of the wrist, swiftly followed by a violent arm about the waist as his most recent assailant pulled him close, flush against a broad chest. The blond would offer very little resistance, he hasn’t the mental capacity to react at all right then except to stare back stupidly. To blink up at this man once again commanding every ounce of his attention as he had done each and every time they had crossed paths; a deer caught in headlights as it were, and how it would appear to anyone on the outside looking in. 

The epitome of tragic star-crossed dancers frozen in time amidst the carnage of their own creation. A macabre celebration of death and destruction. 

  “I don't care if someone sees us. I need you, now.” 

Cloud heard the words forming in the bowels of Roche’s throat, could see the harmony of each sound flickering off the tongue and shaped by the lips, and emphasised by that trademark grin - the kind which reached the eyes, each framed by those obscenely long lashes. He could feel everything all at once, the way this man would breathe against him, the sound of his voice, the heat of his body bleeding through his clothes.

The way in which he looked at him; a beast suddenly overcome with a bout of insatiable starvation.

And he understood those words for what they were, could even return the sentiment with words of his own were it not for the heavy distraction of that hot swell of fresh blood filling the deepest most intimate parts of him, flooding the gateways of his most rational thoughts. A whole new misery Cloud was unlikely to forget any time soon. 

Bright eyes wide he merely stood and drank it all in, the once dizzying clarity of the world around them fading into obscurity, as he felt himself sinking, drowning in that touch while the very corners of his mind would tilt and send the clutter of his own reality spilling over his own serrated edges. 

But that blazing inferno he could feel where their bodies met, the muscle of their chest competing for space where there was simply none to have, it was not how Strife had imagined it. Perhaps he'd imagined that subtle flutter of figurative moths in his belly, not this raging fire threatening to burn through his skin. This was something else, not just a deep rooted case of casual lust cast aside and mistaken for something else awakening in the dazzling heat of this moment, but accompanied by a white-hot seething rage frothing into the base of his gullet. 

A hand would rise, gloved fingers twisting viciously into the cloth of Roche’s overshirt and finally a verbal response, hissed between the teeth of a clenched jaw. 

“What are you doing?” 

Cloud cares not for the SOLDIER’s answer, he doesn’t bother to even wait not when every ounce of strength he had left began to pour into every limb, forcing the body of the taller man backwards with a brutal velocity that it was any surprise if the smaller blond didn’t actually wind the man the moment he lost his footing and fell onto his back. The Third was fast, much faster than he even without the vehicle, as nimble on his feet as any cat, but Cloud was stronger, and honed far less honour and grace when it came to wielding that strength. So much so, more often than not it would send him blind.

Though where this raw power was coming from right then was anyone's guess; the anger, the violence, it didn’t feel like his own. As though he could be somebody else at that moment. As though he was looking on from above and witnessing this strange display playing out in slow motion. 

But that carnal desire resting heavy in the very pit of his gut, that was his burden alone to bear, to cultivate and nurture it until it grew into a monster all of its own. Perhaps it was that very monster attempting the break free right here in this pseudo battle field.  

Cloud followed suit as Roche collided with the floor, diving after him, straddling that lithe waist and grabbing the other’s collar, lifting the dead weight of the SOLDIER’s shoulders from the cold hard floor, their faces so close he could feel the rapid flow of Roche’s breath rushing against the flesh of each cheek. And his shadow would cast long across the one beneath, looming and threatening in every sense of the term. 

“You chat so much shit, you know that?!” his tone was sharp, vicious and accentuated with the rough shake of the other’s body rag-dolling along with Cloud's rhythm in his grip. 

“If you want me so bad then prove it!! Prove it to me!!” 

With that said, the heat had spiked and reached its peak, burning away whatever fragments of his good sense Cloud had left to ashes when their mouths would meet. A savage clash of lips, teeth and tongue, ragged breaths and a coquettish moan rumbling from the throat. So very far removed from a battle to be won but a moment of unadulterated desperation where anguished cries were reduced to little more than simpering whimpers, where the world around them dissolved leaving nothing left in its wake but they, right there amidst the burning carcasses of war machines and their pilots. 

If there was no place for them on this dying planet, then the here and now was it. In that moment there was no where else, only this, they, and the thirst quenching release of an intimacy a long time coming.

But it wasn’t enough. It was never, ever going to be enough. 

“Stay…” a quivering whisper when that kiss finally broke, fingers releasing the jacket in favour of cupping the others face before going in for a second, softer, chaste - 

“...stay…” 

And then a third. 

“...stay.”

#speedchasing #Not Interested - answered asks #not smutty #but stuck it under a read more anyway for length #This... got away from me though #I'm dead sorry ;;

[brokeniisms]

roche vc: a shame 😩

He didn't expect a card from Roche, but he had to admit he was curious to see how he filled it out. Some seemed rather obvious, but Cloud was very surprised by certain marks. He enjoys the same hobbies as him and has traits he hasn't had the chance to see. ❝ I don't see you as a liar, so we might be able to talk, huh? Maybe sometimes instead of charging at me with your motorcycle, we can actually chat. You got me intrigued, that doesn't happen so often so... appreciated it. ❞

#speedchasing #thanks for this!! #listen they have more in common then cloud thought so #cloud is interested to see if these things are true heh #also psssssssssst #I love your roche ♥

[jencva]

@speedchasing || ❛ it makes me feel like i have courage. ❜

Give someone a sword, they consider themselves a knight. This... concept was no different. What is it that makes a weapon strong? Not the steel, nor the skill. The blade is just a line, on one end, life, the other death. Jenova had been listening to the man from a distance, hiding from any potential targeted eyes that may be on the hunt for her... or perhaps him. But he seemed alone; thus Jenova stepped -- revealing herself through the tapping of her heels on tile. Somehow he may have known he was not alone, talking to himself. Jenova spoke not a word, but lifted a hand in halt, and then brought a finger to her mouth. She breathed in, but her voice... It was like a second conscience. ○❛ Can you... Hear me? ❜ That hand reached to him, an offer. Did he have the courage to follow? To take it? To listen?

#▶ 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 #( ASKED | ANSWERED ) #speedchasing

[expendablc]

@speedchasing: [⍟]

❛ 𝖂hoa , whoa whoa ! you're a ballsy one , my friend , but there is no sense in doing such a thing ! there is no sense of fun in unfair fights , after all , ❜ the SOLDIER responds with a light chuckle ⸻ a genuine warm sound meant to alleviate the tension more than tease the infantryman .

"Sorry! It's like a knee jerk reaction..."

The trooper almost looks like he is emoting through the three eyes situated atop his helmet, the red gleam appearing to fade somewhat in humility.

Brandr isn't used to members of the Soldier program actually speaking to him in a friendly manner. The trend seemed to be outright ignoring his presence, or making him go buy them things from the Potion vending machine. Sort of like having a personal maid, but if the sexy French lady were replaced by a really sad looking ginger man.

"S-so, uhm. What's it like being part of the Mobile Unit?"

#speedchasing #⍟ rp threads #He is awestruck!!! #stars in his eyes... #wowie it's Rocheee he's sew kewl *kicks leggie up*