iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Aw man, was looking through my old drawing and found this old life drawing I did. I actually really like the anatomy on this. A reminder that I CAN draw, it just takes time and practice.

Pencil life drawing. A woman sits with one leg up. Her head is laying on her arm. There is minimal shading. The drawing is dated 27/06/07.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

I tried? Reno of the Turks. One of these days I will draw a version of him that I am happy with. #RenoOfTheTurks #RenoFF7 #ShinraFuckers #FanArt #FF7

Digital artwork of Reno from FF7. He holds his baton/electromag rod, which is lit up with electricity, and is smirking slightly. The background is blue.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

The rest of them, for accountability

pencil sketch of woman from behind, she holds two swords

Two gesture drawings, woman holding hands to head, man crouched and looking down

Gesture drawing of man sat, legs spread, holding two guns

Gesture drawing of woman keeling, holding a drawn sword in one hand

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

New chapter for Wild Card! archiveofourown.org/works/880722... #ShinraFuckers #RenoFF7 #RenoOfTheTurks Featuring a small fire and a small robbery. I am sure there will be no consequences.

Wild Card by InterfaceLeader

Chapter 7: The way of temptation
Summary: Reno takes action.

Each day Reno woke up, and his mental calendar would tick over. Day four, five, six, seven, that was a whole week, eight, nine, ten—

It wasn’t fun. His dreams were vivid and intense. He dreamed of Arnaud, always dancing, while a monster snarled from the shadows, low and threatening. He dreamed of Koa, walking away from him, along the train-tracks, fainter and fainter, until he vanished like a graveyard ghost. He dreamed of Patch-Boy, in a trooper uniform, looking up in sudden fear as the shadow of a mech fell across him.

He was frequently in a bad mood. The craving was a nagging toothache, bone deep, hard to ignore. He’d never been good at downtime, and since he was off the hypers and avoiding the clubs, he suddenly had a lot more downtime to fill. A lot more time for thoughts to buzz about in his brain.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

I logged into my strawpage for the first time in ages and I had this. thank you to whoever drew it. it is quite cryptic, but I love the eyeballs

Straw page gimmick drawing of hash marks and eyeballs

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

New chapter of All or Nothing! Not, for some reason, the final chapter. Even though it was supposed to be. Perhaps that is fitting for a fic about overindulgence? archiveofourown.org/works/774099... #RdRn #ShinraFuckers Pay attention to the tags.

Reno twisted the knife, felt the resistance as it sliced through muscle. “Should kill you for freakin’ me out. What was it? You got more?”

Rude’s eyes met his.

A convergence of winds. Just one (more) hit. The brown flecked with a thousand shades of gold. You could paint those eyes, hang them on your wall, look at them forever, and never understand everything they meant. The violence indivisible from love. Taking the chopper up, the sun spreading like a crimson stain across the sky. Just one (more more) hit. Six months sober. Holding the centre, poised like a bird, effortless, never tipping too far in any direction. Just one (more more more) hit. A ceramic turtle quirked its head, quizzical.

“What am I s’posed to do with it?”

“Whatever you like, I suppose. That’s the point of a present.”

Grief like acid in his veins. High and happy and safe and dying and dying and dying, everything feels good when you’re high, dying on the dirty floor of a flophouse, nothing left of him but broken glass and need.

He can’t play this game. It’s rigged. It’s been rigged from the start.

He can’t win.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

New chapter for All or Nothing! As per usual for this story; non-con, drug use, addiction. archiveofourown.org/works/774099...

Reno hated Monday mornings.

The doctor was tapping his pen in an off-beat tempo, frowning as he studied the computer screen. Reno tried to stop his knee bouncing. If they didn’t hurry up he was going to be late for the morning briefing.

“Any concerns with your recovery?” The doctor kept tapping his pen; tap—-tap-tap, tap.

“Nope.”

“No cravings?” Tap, tap, tap-tap.

“Nope.”

“As you are aware, the research shows that attending a peer support group is an important contributor to long-term success. I have a few recommendations—”

“I ain’t interested. You get the results back? Can I go?”

Tap, tap-tap—tap. It set Reno’s teeth on edge.

“Your urine tested positive for trace amounts of EtG and EtS,” the doctor said, finally.

It was a sharp break in the familiar rhythm of their conversation, and at first Reno didn’t comprehend what he had said.

“What?”

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

I commissioned @monstressart.bsky.social and look at this amazing art they created for Wild Card!! I'm so happy with it ahhhhhhh (love that expression, he's going to kill a motherfucker) #RenoOfTheTurks #ShinraFuckers

An artwork designed to look like a playing card, featuring Reno from FF7. The top half shows Reno lit in Red, with a 'try me' grin. The bottom half shows Reno lit in blue, with his hood up, and a pensive expression. The text reads 'Wild Card'. A blue cuahl and a red cinnabar moth are in the corners.

The flipped version of the playing card, with the blue-lit pensive Reno on top, and the red-lit aggressive Reno on the bottom.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

Chapter 6 of Wild Card is posted. archiveofourown.org/works/880722... #RenoOfTheTurks #ShinraFuckers #TsengOfTheTurks

The sound of his phone woke him. Tseng blinked into the darkness, then turned his head to take in the numbers on the clock.

2.49am.

Irritation leaked through as he answered the call, despite his best efforts. “Would you consider calling during the day?”

“Why, did I disturb your beauty sleep?” There was something off about Reno’s voice. It was slower; the nasal quality more noticeable, the consonants carefully enunciated. The overcompensation of someone trying not to slur.

“You’re drunk.”

A silence, before Reno said, sullenly, “I had a couple drinks.”

Tseng rubbed sleep from his eyes, and sat up. “Are you in a secure location? Nobody can overhear you?”

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

Chapter 5! No apologies, I was excited about this one. archiveofourown.org/works/880722... #RenoFF7 #ShinraFuckers #RenoOfTheTurks

Reno tapped a cigarette out of the carton and lit it.

Hypers stopped you from dreaming. He’d forgotten how disorientating it felt, waking up from something like that.

Was it messed up, to dream about Arnaud? He was pretty sure it was messed up. It wasn’t just that Arnaud was dead. Arnaud had been his friend. Probably his best friend. You weren’t supposed to want to fuck your friends.

There had been that one weird thing between them, and then Arnaud hadn’t mentioned it again, so Reno hadn’t either. And now Arnaud was dead and everything they’d never talked about had been left to dangle, questions with no answers, like the broken chords of an unfinished song…

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 07/08/2026

Baby Yuffie from EC is utterly adorable

Baby Yuffie pottrait art from Ever Crisis

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

Getting back to drawing with my favourite idiots. Thank you for the request <3 #ShinraFuckers #RenoOfTheTurks #RudeOfTheTurks

A black and white artwork of Reno and Rude from FF7. Reno is wearing Rude's sunglasses as well as his goggles, and is pulling on his jacket. Rude looks irritated in the background.

Rude: ... you look like an idiot.
Reno: I look *great* and you know it.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

It is my birthday! 🎉 To celebrate, I posted Chapter 1 of Wild Card, my Reno Origin Fic. archiveofourown.org/works/880722... I hope you like it! #ShinraFuckers #RenoFF7 #RenoOfTheTurks #FF7

Chapter 1: A shit show from start to end
Chapter Text

There was a flood light on the other side of the warehouse car park, its light starting to dim as the sky lightened. They were officially into early morning, and Reno was getting pissed off.

It didn’t help that he was still dragging. Slouched miserably in the driver seat of the van, the thin polyester of his hoodie was no match for the hyper-sweats. He reeked of the peach-flavoured schnapps Mina had insisted on getting, its fruity-chemical tang seeping out his pores and making his stomach turn.

Reno took a gulp of water, trying to wash away the cottonmouth, before dropping the bottle into the door. He rested one hand on the steering wheel, fingers drumming out a staccato rhythm.

It was funny, really. When Sal had started pushing him into these driving jobs, he’d thought there would be more actual driving. He’d thought that maybe there would be cool cars. Hell, even a high-speed chase or two.

In reality he spent all his time sitting around in shitty vans, waiting.

He hadn’t missed the look of contempt in Kajtek’s eyes when he’d turned up forty minutes late. As if that smug bastard was so fucking virtuous. As if Reno gave a single solitary fuck about what that loser thought of him. As if this piece-of-shit job mattered.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 07/07/2026

For Romancing Barret week! Day 3 - Working Together. With thanks to @poodlemoney.bsky.social for requesting this a while back :3 #RomancingBarretWeek #BarretWallace #Cissnei #ShinraFuckers

Digital artwork of Barret Wallace and Cissnei from FF7. Cissnei sits on Barret's lap, pointing into the distance. They are in a rocky, sunlit part of Gongaga.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 10/06/2026

A quick 350 word fic for the Floor 62 prompt challenge. archiveofourown.org/works/86445586 With thanks to @ratloafs.bsky.social for putting Elena and Gun/Emma into my head. #ShinraFuckers

Dear Emma by InterfaceLeader
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Before Crisis: Final Fantasy VII

General Audiences
No Archive Warnings Apply
Gen

Summary

Elena writes to Emma.

Written for the Floor 62 prompt: “My debt…was to memory” (after Bernard Cooper)

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

Madame M knows how to handle a recalcitrant Cloud. Thanks for the request <3 #CloudStrife #MadameM #FF7

Comic book style artwork. Cloud is lying on a massage table while Madame M holds his arm in a hand/arm massage. Cloud looks uncomfortable. Madame M looks confident and seductive. She says:
"Oh Cloud, you poor thing... you're so tense" and then "Now stop squirming you little shit, or I'll stab you with a hair pin"

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 29/05/2026

The power of friendship (and maybe anti-depressants) #VincentValentine

A colour digital artwork of Vincent Valentine from FF7. He is beaming a huge smile at the camera and holding his hands in a heart shape.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 27/05/2026

You would think Reeve would be the responsible one, but he's not. (The Dirge Crew hanging out) #YuffieKisaragi #VincentValentine #ReeveTuesti Side note: I cannot figure out how to export screentones in a way that I can then upload to bsky 😓

A black and white comic book style artwork of Vincent, Yuffie and Reeve from Dirge of Cerberus. Vincent hides a smile, Yuffie holds up a materia looking pleased with herself, while Reeve smiles at them both.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

First four complete! Thank you everyone 🙏 It's been super fun, and doing these fast sketches is a great way to kick my perfectionism in the face. (Feel free to keep requesting, I'll keep working on them this week and next, but a bit slower as I'm also working on my Holestice fic!)

Rufus as a white tiger stalks forward, inviting Reno (not pictured) to follow him. Tseng as a raven sits on his back, looking ominous.

A colour digital artwork of Elena and Shotgun from Before Crisis (FF7). They are posing back-to-back. Elena is brushing a hand behind her head, and Shotgun has her ponytail in her hand. They smile at each other and for the camera.

A digital artwork of Reno from FF7. He sits in a chair, one leg over the arm, holding a glass of whiskey and smoking a cigarette. The picture is in black and white, except for the light from his cigarette.

Digital artwork of Elena from FF7, sitting in front of a fire on a rug and looking at a diary. She holds a pen and is wearing a babydoll nightgown.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 24/05/2026

What is Elena writing in her diary? (No tags because I don't want to spam 😅)

Digital artwork of Elena, sitting in front of a fire on a rug and looking at a diary. She holds a pen and is wearing a babydoll nightgown.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 24/05/2026

I would let this man do literally anything to me 🫠 (I might come back and render it properly, because I like his pose) #RenoOfTheTurks #RenoFF7 #ShinraFuckers

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 24/05/2026

Elena and Shotgun (Freya) from #BeforeCrisis! (I think they are posing for a photograph at the bar Elena works at?) #ShinraFuckers

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 23/05/2026

Alright I tried! Tiger Rufus and Corvid Tseng from @fallen-arazil.bsky.social fic: archiveofourown.org/works/84628231 (an FF7 version of Beauty and the Beast featuring Reno/Rude) I'm no Don Bluth that's for sure 😅 but it was fun! Thank you for the request!

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 18/05/2026

Chapter 6 of All or Nothing is up! All the usual warnings apply. I enjoyed writing this one (I guess because I am deeply messed up) #ShinraFuckers #RdRn #FF7

All or Nothing by CreepyTouch
Chapter 6: Take
Content advisory:
This chapter includes explicit non-consensual sex, painful anal sex and incredibly unsafe venipuncture techniques.

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Even though Rude couldn’t move, Reno could see him tumbling. Down, down, down, pupils constricting, muscles tensing and contracting; an internal fight that he couldn’t win.

Reno’s breath quickened in tandem with Rude’s. Warmth snaked through him. He knew how Rude felt right now. This was bigger than a contact high. More intense.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

This week's drabble! Until the end of time 300 words, Yuffie & Vincent. archiveofourown.org/works/84955291

Screenshot from AO3.

Until the End of Time, by InterfaceLeader.

Yuffie and Vincent reminisce.
Written for the Floor 62 Weekly Prompt Challenge: "I remember once, in..."

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 13/05/2026

A #WIPWednesday extract from All or Nothing (I am working on that too, slowly)

Reno felt his own breath quicken. Warmth snaked through him, as if he had shot himself up. He *knew* how Rude felt right now, knew it at a cellular level. This was bigger than a contact high. More intense.

Reno leaned forward, over Rude’s body, hands pressed into the bed. It was like watching a diamond shatter. All that self-restraint, all that control, falling to pieces. Rude left gasping, skin damp with sweat, eyes wide and astonished.

“Gets right into your fucking soul, don’t it? Makes you feel like, whatever happens, it don’t matter. Nothing matters. You’re safe and you’re happy and nothing can touch ya.” Reno put his hand on Rude’s arm, felt the way the muscles had relaxed. “At least, not until you come down.”

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

I forgot I had this #RdRn fragment in the next chapter too. Sharing for the people who aren't going to read the rest of this nonsense 😜

“Still alive?” Rude came into the tank. He was carrying a plastic bag.

“Yeah, I’m doin’ great,” Reno said. “Never better, yo.”

“Hmm.” Rude adjusted his sunglasses as he looked Reno over. “I brought you some things.”

He dropped the bag in front of Reno. Reno pulled it towards him.

It contained a pack of wet wipes, mouthwash, breath mints, deodorant, and—

“Oh thank fuck, you brought me a hairbrush.”

“And detangler.” Rude considered him. “You’ve got the shakes. She said they’re fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. Shift forward.”

Reno scooted forward enough for Rude to get behind him and sit on the tree. He sighed as Rude started working on his hair. Patiently separating it into sections, using his fingers to gently loosen the knots.

“Hey Rude,” Reno mumbled.

“Mmm?”

“Do you think I’m fucked up?”

“Extremely.” Rude sprayed a length of hair, started brushing it out from the bottom.

“Oh. But in like, an awesome way, right?”

“Sure.” Rude chuckled. “You’re extremely fucked up in an awesome way.”

“’S what I thought.”

After a while, with Rude gently running the brush through his hair, Reno stopped trembling. His muscles relaxed. His eyelids grew heavy.

He was drowsing, with his head on Rude’s thigh, when Dr Raleigh’s voice sounded over the intercom.

“That’s your fifteen minutes. Rude, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to clear the tank. We need to prep him for surgery.”

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 29/04/2026

A little extract from the Reno Origin Story for #WIPWednesday (will I ever finish this damn thing? Shiva only knows)

“If I was gonna do this, what would I need to do?”

“There’s a control room overlooking the ground floor.” Tseng’s boss said. “You can get to it from a ladder from the ground floor, or by descending the stairwell from the first floor. Either way, you’ll end up on the walkway that leads straight to it. Once you’re inside you’ll see a control panel on the left with a red button. Push it, and it will ask for an authorisation code. The code is 142128. Got that? 142—”

“I got it,” Reno snapped.

“Good luck, kid.”

“And thank you,” Tseng said. He sounded sincere.

“Whatever.” Reno hung up and dropped the phone on the floor of the duct. With a little luck, maybe he’d be able to reclaim it later, but right now it was of no help.

He inched his way along the duct, towards the screen he had removed earlier. It was likely the Wutai soldiers had found it and were waiting outside. Maybe with the Vajradhara. But they wouldn’t know he was coming. He would surprise them, make a dash for it. He was fast. Faster than them.

Probably.

He was sweating through his hoodie. His heart hammered in his ears. A square of light in front of him, illuminating the sleek metal walls. He could do this. With a little luck, he could do it.

He never liked to trust in luck.

With a snarl, Reno set his hands onto the walls and launched himself through the square of light.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 25/04/2026

New chapter of All or Nothing in which Reno has Rude at his mercy. Mind the tags. archiveofourown.org/works/774099...

All or Nothing | CreepyTouch
Chapter 5: Crave

Reno took his time stripping Rude. He removed each article of clothing slowly, revealing Rude's body inch by inch. Inspecting him. Committing him to memory.

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InterfaceLeader @interfaceleader.bsky.social · 22/04/2026

Happy #WIPWednesday! A snapshot from the next chapter of All or Nothing. (Maybe this weekend? I hope???) (cw: addiction) #RdRn

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.*

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