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"I'll come back to you. Even if you don't promise to wait, I'll return knowing you'll be here."
Nope went back to the sad one :)
#i will absolutely have more to say but I'm sticking this on now#because it was the first thing i thought of#that one line from the end of the loveless stage play that cid mentions in the og#this coupled with the garden of eden meets 80's coming of age vibe is killing me#like it's obvious genesis is saying to follow him#but there's just something else there under thw surface#it's good a farewell too as the distance gets larger#and everything burns#birdy you're killing me with the expressions here#i always like using wizard od oz stuff with genesis and this has big leaving kansas vibes#ff7
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I decided to try and finish the nice one first.
#look at how concerned Sephiroth is#genesis is being every teenage boy who got a fuck#cocky little shit#angeal is Jim halpert always#ff7#also Sephiroth staring at Genesis' skin
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Do you ever wonder if babyseph had ever wanted to try to be a scientist since he really idolised Gast? I saw Chadley in his lab coat and wondered if maybe at some point baby sephiroth also had one to try to wander about (you know, when he wasn't having his other kind of nightmare childhood)
I think there was a time when baby Sephiroth probably associated his main tormentors with positive emotions. As in the things they were doing to him were GOOD and made PERFECT SENSE. Or at least they were good if it made Gast happy. Sephiroth would imagine himself growing up to be just like Gast, emulating his hero in every regard. He'd to try to "help" people in the same way Gast did, especially strange little orphans like himself. He could make them better, give them a home, accept them despite their strange peculiarities. Gast has done so much for Sephiroth, is so kind. And Sephiroth is so grateful, especially when he has no one else in this world who treats him with a sense of care and compassion. Sephiroth loves Gast and trusts him completely. So why would he ever dream of anything less?
After Gast leaves, Sephiroth very quickly realizes the full extent of the situation he's in. Completely at Hojo's mercy, all initial optimism melts away. He realizes that Gast was the exception, not the rule. He finds that he was wrong, completely, hopelessly wrong. He hates scientists. He hates everything they do, everything they stand for. He hates them touching him, watching him. He hates how they ignore him when he's not wriggling under their scalpels. He hates their coldness, their indifference. He hates Hojo's smug smirk every time he's forced to kill something, every time he succeeds. It doesn't feel like a victory.
It feels like a life sentence.
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What is Sephiroth's tamagotchi's name?
• Sephiroth's Tamagotchi has no name, but a number. This is Tamagotchi #3. #1 was lost on a mission in the mountains (he keeps it hanging from his sword) and #2 was crushed to death beneath Sephiroth's weight (he sat on it).
• This is actually #4, but if Sephiroth knew Genesis accidentally threw his book on top of #3 and crushed it, he would be murdered.
• #3 is a very happy and well cared-for Tamagotchi. He makes sure to give it meals and snacks on time, clean up after it, and keeps it happy. It's his child, and after the traumatic losses of #1 and #2, he's very particular about who can touch his Tamagotchi.
• Zack also has a Tamagotchi that #3 has regular "play dates" with. Zack is also the only one who Sephiroth trusts to babysit.
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50 Shades of Over It.
(Based directly off of this post.)
#i'm dead#i have been murdered#i am both lazard and angeal#to quote angeal from 5 journeys i can't watch him every minute#genesis's scrunched up irritated face while sephiroth is mostly confused and bewildered is 90% of their press conferences#they should rewatch them later and do shots every time one of them happens#lazard looking like he wants to be buried alive#i can practically hear angeal's tone#(it doesn't work)#(i don't know if it ever did but it means something that he tries)#honestly give me all the press conferences because we're coming up to eurovision#which means i get to reblog a favourite soon#ff7
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#to quote a fave fic:#G: I'm not taking fashion criticism from someone who fights w his nipples out#ff7 meta#(legit don't remember the fic name but I love that bit)
It's from c3 of Just Be Still With Me. I wrote it in maths class but all I wrote was SEPHIROTH'S NIPPLES without any context and it took me the better part of 5 days to remember what I was supposed to write about with them.
Does Sephiroth knows he's dressed up in fetish attire?
How would he react at ssuch epiphany?
Sephiroth: I'm aware of what "fetish attire" you're talking about, but I don't see the correlation. Frankly, I don't understand the fascination with leather and harnesses. They're standard attire in the military. Look at Genesis. He's wearing leather and a harness. I don't see anyone oggling him.
Genesis: Your tits are literally out.
Sephiroth:
#if you want to die laughing from it go listen to maplelantern doing the podfic because this line ended me in it#honestly one of my favourite things i've ever written#especially the bit with cloud tbh
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falling in love with the most obnoxious character like
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Just for funsies, the kitty emoji things I did for this post <3 shout-out to @altocat and @salternateunreality2 for the name “Genesis Catsodos” XD <3
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My friend, the fates are cruel.
#so few people talk about how genesis had his own fiery breakdown around this era once he believed himself a monster#like his history went up in flames literally#his bff's mum offed herself rather than help him#his parents were not his parents and he killed them#the very symbol of him in the apple is burning and turning from sweet to bitter#it looks materia like too#this is just such a perfect depiction of all it#his expression#the sense of anger and loss#ughhhh#ff7
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That post about how Angeal is willing to steal from people who are poorer than Genesis's family made me remember a theory I bombarded @birdblacksocialclub with ages ago, so I want to have a little ramble about it here.
Angeal says he would not steal from the trees belonging to Genesis's (foster) family because they're friends. it would be dishonourable to steal from your friend. But I have another theory about where this line of thinking came from other than Angeal's sense of honour.
One of the few things we know about Genesis's foster parents is that they were reporting back to Shinra, albeit they later chose to lie to them when they 'got attached' to him. Notably, Gillian (Angeal's mother) chose not to and refused to let Shinra anywhere near Angeal save for the existing surveilling that was being done in Banora. This makes total sense, she tried to leg it with him as a baby and was caught, so she clearly didn't want Shinra involved with Angeal in a big way and refuses to acknowledge anything about her life in the Jenova project.
Genesis and Angeal are childhood besties. It's likely they were in and out of each others pockets, but the economic difference between them had to mean that Genesis was more likely to want to give him things. Unfortunately, those things came via his foster parents and by extension, Shinra - the very company Angeal's mother is trying to get to leave him alone to live out his life relatively quietly.
My bet is that Gillian told tiny Angeal that he shouldn't take things from Genesis, that it isn't honourable, that it was considered charity and they had some pride and he internalised that as not taking things from his friend. From his perspective, the issue is that they're friends and it's a matter of respect and pride between them.
From Gillian's? It's trying to make sure
a) Angeal is not in Shinra's debt due to Genesis not understanding where his foster parents loyalties once lay and he's more likely to stop offering if Angeal is the one to shut it down than if she does
b) instilling the idea that Angeal shouldn't take things from people in power because it might land him in some trouble some day, especially if she's wary of someone of the suited variety showing up one day
and c) that said foster parents don't see enough of Angeal to ever include him in their observations because she knows they're not normal kids
(those blueprints for the copy tech were archived with Project G, they absolutely knew when they were kids that they had some abilities, just not enough as to be as sure a bet as Sephiroth was)
It might have been about honour for Angeal but I think it probably started as a way to try and keep him away from Shinra's scope. At least, until the war kicked off and he signed up anyway.
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WHOOSH (another wip panel 🖤)
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We are monsters.
#thw lighting of this is so eighties and I'm here for it#like the eighties version of futuristic#glows and fires and brimstone and just beautiful in its destruction#ff7
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You guys wanna see something sad?
Why is it sad you ask? No reason :’)…
#Genesis listening to Sephiroth's heart will always break me#they need reassurance that the other person is there#to feel the skin on skin#hear the subtle breaths#this just screams home#and its so sweet that i know birdy is up to something#ff7#birdy art
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It’s rare that he gets to see Daniel’s first meal of the day. He’s picked through his memories, he knows that on the Night Island he tends to wake in the afternoon, stumble down to the kitchen to graze. Daniel takes advantage of the ability to call their private chefs in to make him bacon, eggs. Food that sits heavy on his stomach so that he has to wander back to bed to sleep off the rest of the day. After that it doesn’t much matter, Daniel thinks. He’ll get Armand’s blood and that’s enough to hold him over. A cycle of snacking and blood sharing that repeats and repeats and repeats.
“LIsten, we need to make a pact,” Daniel mumbles between bites. “No more west-bound long haul flights. At least not without a couple days between each layover.”
Armand frowns. “Was it so burdensome to fly without me beside you?”
It had been odd, departing in the evening in the cargo hold, trapped within the box that contained his coffin. Moving backwards through time. To leave in the dark but arrive in the middle of the morning- it creates a certain kind of inertia, he finds.
Perhaps it’s what they mean when they say ‘jet lagged’. All of that effort to only be in a place for a week and then they’ll be moving on. Tickets to Thailand, to Nepal, to Greece. They wait in Daniel’s bag. More travel, pre-planned, predestined. A time limit on every stop. Armand wonders how exhausted they’ll both be by the end.
Daniel spears a vegetable on his fork. He shrugs. “I don’t like it. Being without you.”
Without the blood.
This too, Armand recognizes from his youth. The ravenous fits that come between the tastes of blood. He remembers clearly being sixteen and not eating for days after the drinks his master had given him, and then falling upon the table and out eating all of the other boys.
There’s hollows beneath Daniel’s eyes. A sharpness to his cheekbones that hadn’t been there when they’d met, and perhaps that’s a sign of the march of time- he is, after all, creeping up on thirty now; no longer the wide eyed boy Armand had met but a man in his own right. But then-
His spoon clacks against the glass parfait cup. Daniel digs in straight to the bottom where the ice cream is, bypassing the fruit and whipped cream and chocolate sauce. Somewhere near his lap comes the sound of his insides churning. The wet sound of his stomach straining to accommodate that which he hasn’t consumed in- days? Weeks, perhaps. Armand can’t keep track.
He should be doing better than this. He ought to be taking better care of him but Daniel makes it so hard. The world makes it hard, with how anything and everything can catch his fascination. Like right now.
Something bubbles beneath the surface of him. A desire he can’t quite put a name to, a thread he’ll have to pull at until Daniel unwinds and he understands what it is that he seeks. Some unfinished business from the Copley, perhaps. The meal wherein he’d fed Daniel a bit of everything, only to depart before he could see the effect it had upon him.
There’s so much more he understands about Daniel now. And still so much to find out. He’ll never know him intimately enough.
Armand rests his chin on his hand. He takes in the way Daniel’s tongue sticks out the slightest bit when the spoon nears his mouth, the bob of his adam’s apple when he swallows. Daniel licks an errant blob of whipped cream from his upper lip and it leaves his mouth glossy with his saliva.
[AO3]
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YOU OFFERED IF ANYONE ASKS.
SO I'M ASKING.
GENESIS RABBITSODOS (specifically human Gen petting buns, maybe a grumpy blond, a giant friendly black one or two, or a fancy silver hare) 🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇
PLEASE.
Baby Genesis with (some of) his bunnies. 🐇🖤
(Lazy bunny is named ‘Seph’ 🥹)
#shdhhdsh of course the bunny flopped out on his knee is seph#petting the bunbun is foreshadowing for letting the dumb monochrome giraffe#the autograph card#(Sephiroth would offer to sign it later only to get it thrown at him)#barefoot genesis supremacy#also the little blaxk one being scandalised#Angeal core bunbun#ff7#this is so fucking cute#Birdy art#the blush too he is baby
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