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this is how it goes: god says, i will take you or your brother. god says, you get to choose.
independent & selective nero the sable roleplay blog. this blog contains themes of human experimentation, child soldiers, child abuse, obsession, psychological trauma, human sacrifice, & overall themes of death. multiship. multiverse. open to ocs && crosscanon intereactions. compliant to both ffvii remake && the original game as well as extremely au friendly. this blog will be rebirth spoiler free until may 1st, 2024.
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#ooc.#art.#I didn’t accomplish anything I intended to do today but that is a okay it was emotionally draining for a lot of reasons#so here is some cute nonsense
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alright well i went from excited to get things done to sobbing in ten seconds flat and i'm still at work for an hour so.
i guess i'm gonna be taking a break for a while.
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note: as a survivor you don't speak for me so instead of using we maybe use i because you're not the voice for everyone have a great fucking day
i honestly don't evn know what to say to this. this is the first anon i have ever received in all my years rping and it comes - after a plea for people to be careful, after a moment of vulnerability because i opened my dash and was suddenly thrust into a bad bad headspace because triggering subject matter was in my space and i wasn't prepared for it.
i've amended my wording because i wrote it in a state of an anxiety attack and admit i could have phrased it better, but i am honestly taken aback by this message.
i never said i was the voice of everyone. i was asking for mindfulness and for care to be taken to ensure people are prepared to engage with the subject and don't stumble into it.
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so, i'm. not gonna lie, there's been an uptick in these posts the last few days so I'm gonna say this now.
if you post untagged triggering content - ic or ooc, especially ooc - where you are discussing heavy topics then put it behind a cut.
not all survivors are prepared for those discussions in our roleplay space. there are some fandoms i will never touch again because after two dissociative panic attacks because of a complete lack of care as to who could stumble across it, i can't go back to that space without becoming paranoid.
often these are untagged, put them behind a cut. this gives everyone a chance to decide whether or not they want to engage with the topic, on the off chance our filters don't catch or or you've failed to tag it.
#ooc.#psa.#i am a survivor of some horrific shit and i don't love the topics i take pains to able to avoid suddenly being thrown in my space#i am not trying to start drama but i am extremely upset about this
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Nero’s AVALANCHE au is essentially him being a stray cat who comes and goes as he pleases. He was probably involved with Elfe’s whole shebang and then joined Barrett’s cell because they seemed like the only ones still capable of doing anything.
He doesn’t have a phone. Doesn’t have a digital or physical footprint (they have no fucking idea where he lives, but they’ve caught him sleeping in the bar). Doesn’t seem to have friends or family beyond a brother he’s searching for.
He’s got fucked up teeth he hides behind a face mask, eyes that terrify people (mostly tifa) because they look just like Sephiroth’s in a different shade. And being close to him makes your skin crawl even when he’s not doing anything.
The only people he seems remotely respectful of is Barret, who maybe dragged his scraggly ass in during a cold night. Nero was mostly allowing himself to be used as a weapon by Fuhito and Elfe because he didn’t know anything else. Barret didn’t see a lot of that. Just Nero being consistently kind of fucked up in the aftermath.
So like you accidentally haul a super weapon under your wing nbd.
He’s slightly fond of Tifa. He likes wedge’ cats. He doesn’t like Biggs, Jessie or Wedge. They’re too loud for him.
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❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜
7th Heaven is lively tonight, the teams first victory over Shinra demanded drinks, song, and more noise than Nero could stomach. There is a hell of a celebration happening below their feet.
Nero had excused himself relatively early on, but It doesn’t surprise him that the former SOLDIER can’t stomach it either. Enhanced senses do not get along well with flashing lights and raucous, off key singing.
The party does feel stupid.
It feels stupid because it wasn’t earned.
Absently, the Sable tugs down his face mask to take a sip of his wine. His eyes glow dimly in the gloom of the bar, downcast as he mulls it over.
Nero is not a field agent like the rest of them. He is intel, assassination. Just as he was as a boy in Shinra’s service - and would have remained, had Weiss jot forc d him to escape all those years ago. The best he could do now was ally himself with the hopeless dregs the surface had to offer. Hoping against hope that they would be enough to tell Shinra and liberate his sibling from their clutches.
If he was even still alive. Ten years is a long time in hell.
Mako reactors make him physically ill and so he had waited at the bar with the girl while they went in and planted the bomb, disturbed at the size of the explosion. At most they had hoped to destroy the siphons, not decimate the building.
If it were that easy to blow up a reactor, to completely decimate it, then escaping deepground would not have been a struggle. He raises the drink to his lips and takes a melancholy sip, gaze drifting out the window and up, up, up to where he knows the tower to be.
“This does not bode well,” he says. “They will allow this to simmer for a few days and then make a public spectacle of the slaughter… so yes. Fucking stupid feels apt.”
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𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell / feel free to change pronouns and subjects as you see fit !
❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜
❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜
❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜
❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜
❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜
❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜
❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜
❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜
❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜
❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜
❛ i don't smoke. ❜
❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜
❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜
❛ you look different. ❜
❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜
❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜
❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜
❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜
❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜
❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜
❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜
❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜
❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜
❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜
❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜
❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜
❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜
❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜
❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜
❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜
❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜
❛ i could just eat you. ❜
❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜
❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜
❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜
❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜
❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜
❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜
❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜
❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜
❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜
❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜
❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜
❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜
❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜
❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜
❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜
❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜
❛ i'm still the same person. ❜
❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜
❛ it was the end of everything. ❜
❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜
❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜
❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜
❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜
❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜
❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜
❛ have you been happy? ❜
❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜
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came back from death wrong trope? you can easily avoid this by just never dying at all (stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)
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I think the first time deepground realized Nero couldn’t die, they hid it.
When Nero realized he couldn’t die, it was after he was strung up and impaled with five fucking spears. He couldn’t even tell how badly he was hurt, he could just see it in Weiss’ eyes that there was no reason for him to still be breathing.
And it wasn’t relief that he was.
It was horror.
Because it meant there was no end to the torture deepground would put him through.
And that was what Restrictor had brought Weiss. So Weiss could see just how much Nero could endure. Restrictor leans down to Weiss’ ear and tells him in a low tone that while they can’t kill Nero, every time Weiss misbehaves, theyll do their devil best to try.
Just like bones, the mind and soul can be broken. And unlike those, they aren't known to heal.
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i think this is life in deepground.
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ask call while I wait for my car to warm up.
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i need ya'll to know that weiss is taller than sephiroth.
and not only is he taller than sephiroth
the fucker styles his hair like this
#ooc.#i just opened my dash to height talk and greed#and weiss is#the greediest#he doesnt need to be using the jenna marbles height hacks when he's already a fucking tree
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ah, so you wish to dance?'
independent & private nero the sable of ffvii:doc & ffviir written by iri. multiverse, multiship. promo template.
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Being a freak show did not exclude anyone from a little love . . if receiving attention from Reno was considered love. People wanted attention, and it was even more evident in the man who knew only battle and bondage. Reno did not want to go all out; it was not Christmas and the two men were hardly friends. Before Nero could be locked away like a leashed dog following the conclusion of a mission, Reno snuck some contraband on him. A tiny 'add me in water and I'll grow' gag gift depicting a woman, plus a male variation because options. He knew the man was touched starved and horny as shit (who wouldn't). He would've given him a pocket pussy or a dildo, but those would have been a little bit harder to sneak by. 🎃

nero doesn't understand the surface. most days, he is relatively certain he does not want to.
there is a simplicity to deepground that he finds comfort in, as only one who was raised in that hell could. its lessons and rules are easy to understand - kill or be killed. good behavior begets rewards, poor behavior begets punishment. gifts are either useful (weapons, rations, armor) or symbolic (the head of a much loathed enemy) and do not leave him confounded.
truthfully, he isn't about to waste good water on whatever in the hell reno has gifted him. so he keeps hold of them, keeps them hidden in the recesses of his shadows until he is cleared for field work again. sephroth had successfully broken nearly every bone in his body, but they had healed - albeit wrongly - so he is down for a week at most.
then he's sitting at reno's desk, a cup of water held in one mechanical hand while the other drops his bizarre little gift into it. nero isn't paying much attention (truthfully, he hopes its something toxic or explosive and his day is about to be fun) his eyes are on the case files in front of him, trying to sift through the redacted research to determine why sephiroth had been immune to his void.
by the time reno comes through the doors, his little party favor has unfolded. nero has abandoned the case file to stare at it, lumpy and gummy on the turk's desk.
the figurines hadn't been properly submerged, nero had been reluctant to waste that much water. it had resulted in a grotesquely swollen head on the woman and a hefty set of legs and balls on the man.
"... is this what you find attractive?" he questions, casting reno a sidelong look. it sounds sarcastic, and perhaps it is, but something in his gaze suggests he suddenly suspects that this is why they have been paired together.
perhaps reno has a fascination with the abominations that hojo grows within the labs.
#ask answered.#i've had this in my drafts forever#nero like you surface dwellers are into some freak shit#while he is#freak shit
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