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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Okay one more because this also made me laugh (paraphrasing) Tseng: We're all in mortal danger now. We've never faced an existential threat like this. Rodd: Cool!! 😁 Tseng, staring: what the %$@& is wrong with you That's my boy lmfao

Screenshot from Ever Crisis. Turks HQ. Tseng is in the Director's seat, facing Rodd. Rodd is the only one of the gathered Turks in an excited pose. Dialogue from Rodd: "It's actually kind of exciting!"

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

A tiny crumb that probably doesn't mean anything to anyone besides me... Rod paying compliments! He was always competitive as hell, but he was free with strong compliments, too (e.g. in his Battle Square PvP dialogue attached) I think it's sweet they got that in there 🥰

Cropped screenshot from Ever Crisis showing a dialogue box from Rodd. Dialogue reads:

Gah, you beat me to it!
Impressive as always, Chief!
Let's rendezvous and get back!

Fan-translated script of post-battle dialogue from Battle Square in the original Before Crisis, where Martial Arts Female has defeated Rod in a one-on-one challenge. (Translated into English by yours truly, with help, but any mistakes are my own.) Text as follows:
Martial Arts F
This win is pure gold to me.
Rod
That was sick! You're seriously awesome, [Martial Arts F].
Martial Arts F
You're so upfront.
Praising me like that won't get you anything.
Rod
I know, I know.
Next time, though? I'm gonna win for sure!
Martial Arts F
I see how it is.
That's more like you, [Rod].

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Sadly not only the text part 🥲 (I just have no idea what unlocks the text part either 😅) I will stop bothering you about it... (But if someone reading this post knows what the answer is, I'd love to know!) I hope you enjoyed the final chapter!! 😄

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

They stood my ship side-by-side sooooo tbh I think I won Ever Crisis (I know I mostly yap about Rod on main but I'm so serious about these two fr fr) bi4bi power couple #shinrafuckers

Cropped image from the Ever Crisis BC Turk group render. Two Guns and Shotgun standing side-by-side.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

Look at themmmmmmm 🥰 (Hopefully someone posts a higher-definition version than mine but this is the shot I managed to grab text-free!) #ffviibc #ff7bc #beforecrisis #ff7turks

In-game image from Ever Crisis. Line-up of Veld and the BC Turks standing near-silhouetted against the sky during the evacuation of Midgar triggered by Meteorfall.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

(I'll note here that while Rodd naturally does NOT stop calling her "shuseki", he does switch to the "top of the class" characters after she uses them. Even if this whole thing was a typo lmao, he's still teasing her about academic status in a way the English totally misses.)

Screenshot from the first Before Crisis chapter in Ever Crisis. Rodd's next line of dialogue reads: "...Hm? Hold up. Better hide, Chief."

Screencapture of the Japanese version of the same line. Dialogue as follows:

…ん、なんだ?
首席、隠れろ。

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

...which means "top student" or "head of the class". (This, notably, is a reference to Gun's backstory as the top graduating member of her Academy class.) They're pronounced the same, but the readings can't be mistaken for each other. (...Which leads into the "straight-laced" aspect of Gun's bio.)

English translation of Gun's bio in the 10th Anniversary Ultimania (translation by TurquoiseHammer). Body text as follows:

A straight-A scholar who graduated from the Shinra Military Academy at the head of her class. Her marksmanship skills rival those of her father, himself a firearms instructor. Her comrades highly regard her for her diligent personality, but her younger sister thinks she's a straight-laced square.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

"Chief." That's a weird nickname, right? Especially to call your peer. There's... more than one thing going on here. When Rodd says "Chief", he uses 主席. This reading is appropriate to "governor", "executive", someone who makes decisions and gives orders. When Aphromia quotes him, she uses 首席...

Rodd's dialogue box in Japanese. Speech as follows:

よう、主席!
初めての任務、順調か?

Aphromia's dialogue box in Japanese. Speech as follows:

ロッド…… 初任務は、あなたも同じでしょ。
それに私のタークスネームは
首席じゃなくてアフロミーアです。

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

Something I love about Before Crisis is the pithy, rich character dynamics conveyed in tiny amounts of text. So, naturally, how does the first international version of Before Crisis tackle this? By opening the interaction between Player Turks with an untranslatable pun 🙃 🧵 #ff7turks #ff7bc

Dialogue box from the first Before Crisis Chapter in Ever Crisis. It is attributed to ??? but the speaker is revealed to be Rodd. Dialogue reads: "Hey, Chief! How's your first assignment going?"

Screenshot from the first Before Crisis chapter in Ever Crisis. Aphromia's dialogue reads: "Rodd... This is your first assignment, too. And my Turks designation isn't 'Chief,' it's Aphromia."

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 23/06/2026

Okay so I forgot about this but then I remembered! Turns out I do still have the screenshots haha so here you go 😂 (I actually can't remember if this is the same part of the game or not but I think so) Boys, boys 🤣

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/04/2026

Found it! Not used in game in the end, but it gives an idea of some vibes they were thinking of.

Photo of a concept model for a school on the Midgar Sector 7 Plate in the Remake Ultimania. A 3-storey L-shape red brick building flanks a bare-dirt courtyard on two sides. On the other two sides are sports centres (looks like outdoor basketball courts and an indoor gym/swimming pool or similar) and car parking.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 01/04/2026

Aaaand of course I fell down at the last hurdle on #TurkWeek, but here's a late little something. Day 7: Break Room From the inkblot test using Reeve's office decor: A perspective on the Turks' breakroom from the outside.

"What do you think?" Reeve asks him, "Does it live up to the hearsay?"

"Nothing lives up to the version of it told in the Turks' breakroom," Balto chuckles, "Thankfully. The world would be an extremely disturbing place if things did."

"Do I want to know what's been said about it?"

Balto shakes his head, still smiling. "I'll spare your ears."

From anyone else, it would sound patronising, but Reeve is grateful. He's overheard Turk humour before—the kind he likely wasn't supposed to—and the imagery had intruded on his attempts to sleep for several days after the fact. He isn't an especially delicate man, he doesn't think—but there are levels. He accepts that.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 29/03/2026

Day 6: Training Day A little something about a Turk I don't often write about... Martial Arts F, taking whatever gloves the character is or isn't wearing in their art as a prompt. (I take a little bit of license. But with a point!) #TurkWeek #ffviiturkweek

$Judet's gloves are grey, really. Bent and worn and creased and conditioned and scuffed and treated and repaired, they are soft, kitten-soft, through the joints, like expensive kid-leather. But that's alright. It's the boiled, carbon-reinforced knuckles that will break your face in. She didn't always have gloves. She didn't always have anything between herself and a brick wall, between her skin and the splinters of wood. You have to fight past pain if you don't want it to shock you, learn to take the impact if you don't want your subconscious to hold you back. You have to injure yourself to grow the calluses, to build wrist density. Riddle your bones with micro-fractures enough times, and they'll heal even stronger. Or so the theory goes.$

Perhaps the theory is right. Even without materia, she can deliver a hit that would break a lesser woman's hand like it was made of chalk. She can brute-force her way through every attempted knock-back, ignoring the pain to push ahead. She claps chalk between her palms; hits harder; becomes unstoppable.

She doesn't have as much dexterity in her fingers as she used to. It's the cost of so many impacts. Somewhere in the past, she thought she knew what she was choosing, doing that. Now, she tries to ignore a stiffness she feels too young to have. To use what she has gained, and forget the price.

The backs of her gloves bump up strangely when she lays her hands flat on a table. They fit much more naturally when flexed, her fingers curled into fists.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 28/03/2026

Day 5: Wardrobe Malfunction Turks are cool, competent, and in command of the situation, right? ...Right? Undercover mission for Two Guns & Shotgun gets off to a rough start. (Also, TIL I can do extended screenshots. More readable? Less readable? Idk) #TurkWeek #ffviiturkweek

The service buildings of the Junon airfield were rapidly rising in their windows as Rafe tossed a pair of chunky heeled sandals in her direction. His own shoes were underneath them, engraved decorative steel-caps glinting in the dark recesses of the duffel.

"That it, yeah...? Where's the silverware?"

"Do you mean the *jewellery?* I have it. Alright, touchdown in three... two..."

Rafe's temple collided with the dividing wall as a rough jolt shuddered through the aircraft.

"Whoops! Anyway..." Flair was already flicking off switches before the helicopter hit the ground for the second time. "Okay, time to make tracks!"

Ash-blonde hair flashed past his vision like a streamer as she scrambled between the seats, grabbing strewn pieces of her uniform as she went. Moments later, she ducked back into the cockpit for her wedges, snagging them with her fingers before turning toward the chopper door. Rafe shoved his laces into his shoes and his feet after them, hoping that might be good enough to run in.

"Just hold on a damn—"

"There's no time! Hurry up, slowcoach!"

"I mean you're still half fucking—"

"You can zip me up in the elevator. Let's go!"

The fastest draw under the Plate, that's what they'd called him—and, well, if his match was out there, he'd never met them. Flair, meanwhile, lined up shots like she was aiming the damn Sister Ray, and could barely run an eight-minute mile. The irony of how often she left him in her dust wasn't lost on him.

Flair yanked the helicopter door open, hefting her silver suitcase down onto the tarmac and hopping after it, bare feet landing on the helipad. With her unzipped dress still bunched up inside itself around one leg and her ponytail askew, she looked as if their journey from Midgar had been a lot more enjoyable than the reality. Rafe barely presented any better, a handful of his loose shirt accidentally tucked in and his belt only halfway pulled through the buckle—but at least he wasn't the one currently bending to grab the jewellery pouch from the tarmac while rotor wash blew clothing everywhere except where it should be. The sound of a wolf-whistle floating across the airfield was choppy but unmistakable.

Rafe yanked on the duffel's zips and swung it roughly over his shoulder. As his soles hit the tarmac beside his partner, his eyes were already scanning for the source of that sound. His gaze landed on a group of troopers hanging

out near the fuelling station, one of them making a crude gesture with his gloved hands.

"Oi!" he roared, "Eyes to your fucking self!"

The winds were against him. If the troopers heard anything, they showed no sign. He rounded on the airfield signaller instead.

"Hey! What's his badge number?"

The bespectacled man cringed back under the sudden vented frustrations, but was rescued from speaking when Flair cut in.

"Not now! Honestly!" She shoved the jewellery pouch down the front of her dress for safe keeping and shifted her grip to the suitcase. "We've got places to be!"

Then she was off, her bare feet darting across the tarmac, heedless of the oil and grit she was picking up as she went, her ponytail flying out in her wake above the rattle of her suitcase wheels. Rafe broke into a jog a half-second later, abandoning their chopper to the ground crew just as it was, only turning back to bark at the airfield signaller as they pushed past.

"I want that fucking badge number with the Turks, tonight," he pointed at the man's chest, glancing down at the tag

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 27/03/2026

Day 4: Midnight Cheer / "When restless souls roam" And now, your regularly scheduled Reno (with a side of Reeve)... Def more the latter part of the prompt, but there's alcohol? This is from a vignette series where I make all the Turks take a Rorschach test via an abstract painting on Reeve's wall.

"Don't it creep you out, having that shit on your wall?"

It's late at night, at the tail end of what Reeve's mother would call the 'witching hour'. This floor of the Tower is quiet. Most of the lights are out, most of the employees are long gone, and most of the reasons for Reeve to look over his shoulder have dwindled with them. Time was, he'd have considered a Turk in his office to be a similar problem. These days... things are more complicated than that.

Reno's shoes are propped up on Reeve's desk. The Turk himself is tipped halfway backwards in the visitors' chair, balancing precariously on the points of its back legs. It used to give Reeve anxiety, that. But the redhead has never fallen once.

"I don't find it creepy," Reeve replies evenly.

He moves the bottle of whisky from on top of the blueprint he's studying. Reno takes this as a cue to refill his glass.

"You don't? Not even with all those..." The neck of the bottle squeaks as the Turk twists out the cork. "Eh. Must be nice, I guess."

"What must be?"

Reeve picks up the cork and pushes it back into place. Just in case the bottle gets knocked over. Not that it's ever happened.

It's the first time Reno has commented on the painting. Years have passed, with nothing more than a brief frown from the redhead in its direction. Reeve had, by some gut instinct, decided not to press the issue. Externally, he responds absent-mindedly, trying to focus on his blueprints despite the Turk's intrusion. Internally, he searches for an explanation as to *why now*. He doesn't find one.

"Bein' in your head," Reno says.

Reeve takes a sip from his own glass. The edge of the blueprint curls up, like it's been burned by the smoky spirit in his throat, until he sets the glass-turned-paperweight back down.

"You think I'm an insufferable nerd," he retorts calmly, "Somehow, I don't believe you're suddenly jealous of that."

Reno pushes his heel against the desk, tipping his chair until the whisky in his glass tilts to a wild angle.

"Eh. Maybe." He drinks. "Sometimes."

It's all he says on the matter. Reeve thinks better of pushing the topic.

It's not the only time, though, that Reno invites himself to drink Reeve's whisky late into the night. Not the only time, either, that Reeve catches sight of him staring into the painting like a man gazing into the abyss.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

(I realise I gave Rod the exact same stress-gesture in this extract as the last one... What can I say? He's got too much gel in his hair to run a hand *through* it 😂)

nape of his neck.

"Nah. I don't fucking like it. If they breach this place..." He stops, staring at the bank of screens again. "Whoever controls the computers? They control the doors. And the air."

Goosebumps rise on Ciara's arms.

"And the specimen containment measures."

"And the fucking... Perfect, that too."

"Okay." She releases an unsteady breath. "So we make a break for it, then."

"Right." He's back at the table almost before the word is out of his mouth, examining the topography of the valley outside. "Better do it fast. Give them less time to prepare."

"There's the crowd out there, too."

"They're civilians, they'll back off."

"*Are* they all civilians?"

"That's in our crowd training, too."

There's something else stirring guiltily in her gut. But she's pretty sure she already knows how this plays out.

"Do we bring... everyone?"

He only has to think about it for a split second.

"No. Just Mayver and the troopers. Not even them, if shit gets hectic. The others will just have to take their chances 'til backup arrives."

"Right, of course. Once we're out of jamming range, we can call for backup."

"Sure. We make it out, mission succeeded, day saved, we're laughing."

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 26/03/2026

Day 3, let's go! Exfiltration / "Getting in isn't the problem, it's getting out." It's going to take Rod and Knives more than four screenshots to even take stock of what they're up against here... never mind get out of it. (continued in the next post) #TurkWeek #ffviiturkweek

The instant she hears the door lock, Ciara unfolds the blueprints from her jacket, spreading them across the metal table under the dim grey light of the security feeds. The curved bank of monochrome screens is a grim smile with missing teeth.

"What did you find out there?"

Alvis doesn't meet her gaze. His eyes are fixed on the remaining outdoor feed, showing troopers patrolling back and forth in front of their only helicopter. The crowd isn't visible onscreen, but it's there in the troopers' movements; the twitchy way they hold their rifles and turn their heads at unrecorded sounds.

"All hacked up with bolt cutters," he says, "No fixing it. Could've been the locals, but..."

"The signal jamming says professionals."

"Yeah." He points a finger at their last view of the outside world, dark shadows cast beneath his knuckles. "That one's still up. Why?"

She pretends not to hear the raised pitch in his voice. She can feel it, too, quavering beneath her ribcage—the fear they won't figure this out in time. It's not about the danger. What she hears, echoed back to her, is the fear of fucking up.

She spreads her fingers across the blueprints, straightening out the creases, forcing her breath to be steady.

"The troopers mean they can't get to it. Or it's a trap."

"...Fuck. You're right. The chopper's bait."

"At least we know they haven't compromised it mechanically."

"Sure. That's the bait."

"And if it’s about reaching the camera manually..." She points at six small symbols on the top level of blueprints, marking exterior camera angles. "There are at least six of them, because those all went down too quickly to be have been gotten by the same people."

"Like, on a signal?"

"Yes."

"So *they* still have comms."

She hadn't thought about that. Ciara's fingers curl, white knuckled over the paper.

"Shit," she mutters.

"Hey." He leans over the table until she can see the whites of his eyes. "We've gotta make a break for it. Even if it *is* a

trap. We'll know it's coming, we'll break through."

"Know *what's* coming? Snipers? A rocket launcher?"

"You've got Barrier. I can defend a chopper." He throws her a lopsided grin. "Aero, remember? Just like batting practice."

She almost believes his confidence. Almost.

"We could bunker down."

It flickers, then. A twitch in his brows.

"We could get *trapped*."

"We've got our backs to a pretty solid mountain, here."

He pushes off the table and turns away, pacing, his fingers hooking around the

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 25/03/2026

Next! Dual Action / "Double the Turks, double the fun" ehe...ehehe 😅 You can tell this one's older bc it's in present tense (I had that habit) but nvm. Using names from RP. Rod interrupts something. Shotgun figures she has two hands 🤷‍♀️

The two of them exchange a glance. The corner of Flair's mouth quirks up. Rafe tilts his head, dark hair falling across one eye as he lifts a brow at her. Flair shrugs impishly at him in return. Rafe's amethyst-grey eyes slip past hers and fix on Alvis.

"You don't have to go," Rafe says.

Something short-circuits in Alvis' brain. He clasps his hand around the nape of his neck, breaking that arresting gaze before he can let himself believe it, trying to string his neurons back together.

"Ah, nah, shit, don't let me stop you," he stammers, "I didn't mean to, like... cockblock or whatever. You don't have to... not..."

Flair is smiling up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That's not what we mean, idiot," she says, "And I think you know it."

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 24/03/2026

Didn't manage to write a damn thing for #TurkWeek yet, but I have enough WIPs kicking about I think I can tease something for every prompt... So have some screenshots off my phone. Here's a snippet for Contingency Plan / "We blew past Plan B a while ago..." #ffviiturkweek

The sun had set before they found him again. The long fingers of dusk stretched, clawing, over Midgar's dense streets, until the Reactors' glow loomed aquamarine against the skies and the Turks' camera footage sparkled with the awakening of electric streetlights. Flair had been the one to spot him, the rookie's bored rotation of her office chair halting with an abrupt boot against the desk as she pointed at the top-right of the screen. Sure enough, a figure of familiar height and build was letting himself into an apartment building on the edge of the Sector 5 CBD.

Rude was approaching that apartment building now, his partner's peanut-gallery comments—or, in this case, macaron-gallery, since Reno had demolished the box of sweet treats Rude brought back to their offices as a consolation prize—echoing in his head. *If we take him down in two seconds flat, we don't learn much, right? So, yeah, my vote's for a grudge match. Whaddaya say, Rude?* Reno wouldn't be far away, of course.

Just in case things got unexpectedly complicated. But the new plan—*Plan C, if anyone's counting*—involved Rude going into the supposedly-empty 'place in the city' belonging to one Guinevere Aurelia Beaumont-Skovgaard—*Man, I want some of whatever they were smoking when they named these poor kids*—alone.

It helped that this was the kind of building where the property owners, flush with more money and paranoia than sense, had become so twitchy about security they'd practically handed Shinra the keys. Rude had a 'backdoor' device in his pocket that would disable any of the building's electronic locks with the press of a button—including the deadbolts supposedly separate from that system—and Reno, at his strategic distance, would be able to edit any of the public-area security feeds from his company PHS.

It *should* be a cakewalk to sneak in. Rude didn't trust that anymore.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 10/02/2026

Also apparently I was wrong about him never dropping it, he *did* drop it when alone with Rude in AC ( #renorude lol) sooo now I'm curious about the helicopter/office scenes in Remake 🤔 Fronting to the max in the field eh Here's some of what I'm talking about from that post:

Screenshots from the tumblr post, follow the link above for the text

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

One more observation: Heidegger's tie knot is weird. It's as narrow/symmetrical as a Kelvin, but so 3D and tight it's nearly cylindrical. I'm not sure it resembles anything so much as a Simple knot that's been tripled or quadrupled, which I've never seen in practice. It must be uncomfortable.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

Back to my Nunchaku headcanon! I prefer him in the "schoolboy" knot, the four-in-hand. Not just because of his youth and irreverence (see: ボク pronoun) but also because of the social class connotation. It's a middle-class opinion that one should prefer symmetry over this charming, insouciant knot.

Nunchaku's three-quarter portrait from Before Crisis. A young man with curly blond hair and blue eyes wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt frowns at something off-screen. Over his shoulders is a pair of long, red, straight-sided nunchucks connected by a steel chain.

A comparison image of the Simple/Oriental and Four-in-Hand knots side-by-side, tied with the same tie. The first knot resembles a shorter, tighter version of the Turks' tie knots. The second is a narrower knot overall, with a more prominent and curving side on the wearer's right, giving it a slender, off-kilter look.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

It would be fitting if Rufus wears a Half Windsor, because his father wears a Full or even Triple Windsor. The latter are business magnate tie knots — maximalist, dated, new money, and American (despite the name). Time to bring back that derek guy thread: bsky.app/profile/diew...

President Shinra's tie knot in FFVII Remake. It is very wide and bulky at the top; broader than the gap in his collar.

President Shinra's tie knot in FFVII Remake, appearing in a hologram. The top-heavy positioning of bulk in the knot is obvious in this view.

A comparison image of the Half Windsor and Full Windsor knots side-by-side, tied with the same tie. The first knot resembles Rufus'. The second is smaller than his father's, but matches its overall shape; using a wider tie used or a triple form would be closer to President Shinra's look. Image from themodestman.com

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

Guess who wears the same tie knot as the Turks...? Reeve. He uses satin-like fabric, though; more formal, less durable, for a higher-status man with a desk job. Guess who doesn't? Rufus. His tie is much more 3D, to suit the depth of his collars. It's also more top-heavy. My guess is a Half Windsor.

Reeve's tie knot in FFVII Remake. It is the same knot as worn by the Turks, but Reeve's tie is made of a satin-like fabric and his tie knot is slightly looser. While his tie is more formal, he looks a little less put-together.

Rufus' tie knot in FFVII Rebirth. It is a firm, three-dimensional knot that angles slightly up to his right at the collar. It has more bulk in the upper half of the knot. The fabric is plain matte black.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

All the Turks' ties seem to have a bit of texture to them. Rude's is the most expressive, with a shiny, pointed trefoil cross pattern. Meanwhile, Tseng changed tie fabric between Crisis Core Reunion and FFVII Remake — seemingly opting for a more conservative look when taking on more responsibility.

Rude's tie in FFVII Remake, with the pointed trefoil cross pattern clearly visible.

Tseng's tie in Crisis Core Reunion. While black-on-black, it has a complex patterned texture with circular elements and contrasting sheen threads.

Tseng's tie in FFVII Remake. It has a smaller, simpler repeating pattern that amounts to little more than a texture.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

If you want to steal their look (symmetrical, tall/narrow triangle, not too pinched, flat not cylindrical, not top-heavy in the bulk) I'd try a Kelvin tie knot. Aim for a reasonably substantial, black-on-black textured fabric with enough width to give the second wrap its height. As for texture...

Cissnei's tie knot in Crisis Core Reunion. This time, the texturing and collar loop angle are visible on her tie. Hers is the only tie without a dimple.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 13/08/2025

Awrite lads, I learned after my garbled late-night tie-posting spree that I can't edit posts on Bsky 🤦 So here we are again! When I said the Turks wear the "simple" knot, I meant the one widely known as the Oriental Knot, so named for its popularity in Asia, incl. Japan. Or is there a twist...? 🧵

Elena's tie knot in FFVII Rebirth. It is a simple knot in a textured fabric that gives the knot a little bulk.

Cissnei's tie knot in Crisis Core Reunion. It is narrower and longer-looking than the other Turks' tie knots; her tie is likely the same width but made of thinner fabric.

Tseng's tie knot in FFVII Remake. It is a simple knot in a textured fabric that gives the knot a little bulk.

Rude's tie knot in FFVII Remake. It is a simple tie knot in a thick, satin-esque tie bearing a pointed trefoil cross pattern.

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Something else I noticed while checking this, other than the individual fabrics (Tseng and Elena in the ReTrilogy make stodgier choices than Cissnei and Rude)... Tseng switches for a more conservative tie fabric between Crisis Core Reunion and FFVII Remake. A reaction to having more responsibility?

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Bonus improvised weapons for plot purposes 😇

Hand covered in grease holding a tyre iron

Shoulder-to-knee shot of a man leaning on a project in a workshop, holding pliers

Back pocket of a mechanic's jeans including a spanner poking out

Torso of a man holding a long part from an engine

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

Coincidentally, I have references for this occasion 😇

Fit masc mechanic in a white tank top covered in workshop dirt (torso)

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 25/12/2024

Happy Holidays, fandom folks! The perfect day or year ahead could look different for everyone, so, as Cait Sith might say: Wishing yous a' you wish yersel' 💙 💫

Cait Sith from FFVII in the Corel Desert, smiling with arms open wide

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Moss | SubLevelB3 @sublevelb3.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

Cloud is a cat: canon Trying to be cool. But 猫舌 🐱👅☕️ He's so precious 😭

"Neko jita" noun: unable to consume hot food/drink, literally "cat tongue" (with a picture of a cat sticking out its tongue)

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