#he looks so much like lucrecia here
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Hi!! I love your work. I was wondering if you could write anything for Domestic Sephy where Darling actually gives birth to their children and it’s just a really sweet and tender moment? ❤️❤️🍼
-Anon
No problem~! Distant sequel to this fic/scenario..
Pairing: 🐈Fluffy Sephiroth/Domestic Darling🍳
Content Warning: None, besides focus on pregnancy/birth (not graphic)
Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead while your chest rose and fell, your breaths growing heavy by the moment. Sephiroth held you in a protective embrace, giving you a sweet kiss on your neck as you entered labor.
"I-I won't let you go..." His slit eyes were shut tight, as a singular tear trailed down his face. You forced a smile, attempting to reassure him as much as you were trying to reassure yourself. This wasn't your first time going through this, having experienced it four times already, but the discomfort and pain became no easier. Unlike the last times you two went to the clinic in the village, you and Sephiroth had chosen a home birth for the final part of your ten-year vow renewal.
"If this isn't a girl like you promised, you owe me big time," you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm certain of it," Sephiroth replied, attempting to force his own chuckle. While he appreciated your attempt to comfort him, his sole concern was your wellbeing. He had never enjoyed this part of your pregnancies, even with the assurance that nothing would go wrong. In his mind, something always could. When your whimpering started, he tightened his grip on you, hating to see and hear you in pain. Your midwife urged you to push more, prepared to catch your baby.
Your eldest children, especially Angelica, were watching your labor process closely and quietly. Sharing her father's love for science, Angelica in particular, was excited to witness this special moment and gain more knowledge. You gave her and the boys the opportunity to witness this moment, as long as they felt they could handle it. And thankfully, things had been going well mostly so far.
"Don't you want to see this part, Loz?" Angealica said, placing a soothing hand on her brother's shoulder. Loz had his hands covering his eyes, desperately trying to stay calm. He wanted to be supportive, like his siblings, but it seems even the star player of his school sports team had his limits.
"I can't look! You can just tell me what it looks like!" He croaked.
"...You ever seen a chocobo blink its eye?" Yazoo said to him. A piercing scream suddenly escaped your lips as you got closer to getting your child out. Even more tears trailed down Sephiroth's cheeks as he nuzzled into your neck. Oh, how much he wanted to relieve your burden of pain, or at least bear it alongside you. It's only right for him to do so as your soulmate. You screamed for so long, you lost track of time, silently praying for this agony to be over.
"Mother, Father. It's all over now!" Kadaj said, excited to see his newborn sibling now brought into the world, cradled in the midwife's arms. Both you and Sephiroth opened your eyes, beholding the crying baby before you. Once the baby was carefully attended to, the midwife swathed her in a gentle blanket and placed her into your trembling arms. Sephiroth's arms supported yours, allowing you to continue holding your pride and joy.
"Baby Lucrecia..." You whispered, holding her close to your chest for skin-to-skin. Sephiroth's hands caressed yours gently, as he rested his head on top of yours. "You were right, Sephiroth..." You murmured. A mixture of a heartfelt chuckle and a cry escaped him in response.
"I'm only glad that you're both here, my love..." He said. As you two took a moment to recover from the intense moment, Loz finally removed his hands and opened his eyes. Tears of joy streamed down his face as he saw on his newborn sibling for the first time. Meanwhile, the other three engaged in a lively debate over the perfect nickname for their little sister.
"Lulu should be her nickname," Angealica declared confidently. "because I'm the eldest and that's my decree."
"You may be our big sister, but I'm the one who leads us!" Kadaj retorted at her.
"Lucy sounds better. Much more dignified." Yazoo remarked in his usual monotonous voice.
You quickly shushed your eldest children while Sephiroth gave them a wary glance, conveying the same message to them. You two were in no rush for this beautiful moment to end so quickly...
Definitely didn't steal some of the dialogue from this clip, xD
#sephiroth#ff7 sephiroth#final fantasy 7#ff7#crisis cutie#sephiroth x reader#fluffy sephiroth#final fantasy x reader#reader insert#pregnant reader#female reader#x reader#fluffy angst#reader#remnants of sephiroth#kadaj ff7#ffvii#tw: pregnancy
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Love again. Part 1.—Pedri.
summary: You and Pedri were best friends since you were little but then you grew up and things changed between you two.
warnings: none. friends to strangers, strangers to lovers, a lot of jealousy, love triangle, angst.
word count: +4k.
song inspiration: The Last Time by Taylor Swift ft Gary Lightbody.
#SEXYNOTE: There will be more parts soon. Look forward to them. Thank u sm for the support, love youuuu 🩵
Summer nights were your favorite days since you had returned to Tenerife. There was nothing like home, like Bajamar. But you knew that coming back meant other things besides the happiness of being home again. Coming back to see your main problem.
The reason you had run away.
Yes, escaped. Because you had run away from home with the perfect excuse but you knew that at some point you were going to have to go back. And it would be a disaster.
"Look who we have here!" your friends squealed as you approached the group of people. You had been talking to them since your return to Spain and when you finished dinner with your parents, you had arranged to meet up.
You had missed them so much. When they told you they would meet at the beach, like old times, you didn't hesitate to come even knowing he would be here. Hoping that seeing him would change things between you. At least you hope so.
After a while of catching up with your friends, you walked to the bar to order something to drink. When you walk you could see his back from behind. There he was. Pedri with his friends. You recognized your best friend even from far away and not even seeing his face. Nostalgia came to your mind when you heard his laughter in the distance, you had really forgotten how it sounded and hearing it again made you feel butterflies in your belly.
Exactly one year and three months ago you had left Spain to go to the United States to study thanks to a scholarship. It had not been an easy decision but after certain circumstances, you had no other choice. You had spent your entire childhood here with your best friends, Pedro and Fernando, but as you grew up, you decided that the best thing for you was to go your own way.
"Things have changed since you left" said your best friend, Lucrecia. She knew what had happened between you and how hard it was to be here now. So she hugged your shoulders giving you encouragement. You were afraid to ask what had changed but you already knew the answer and that made you feel sad.
Not for Fernando, not for Lucrecia or your other friends.
But for you and Pedri.
Your story was a little complicated.
You had been in love with Pedro González all your life. Or better as you preferred to call him, Pepe.
The little brown boy of small stature who ran to catch you in the gardens when you were inseparable. The teenager who hid your backpack when you were at school or soiled your foul when you were sitting on the beach. The young man who had decided to pursue his life in another city and was completely ignorant.
The same young man who saw everyone but you.
Who had broken your heart and then abandoned you, forgetting your existence. Because that was the story, you were nothing. They never were and you were sure they never would be.
"Y/n?" you asked behind you.
"Fer!" you smiled at the sight of your childhood friend. Fernando opened his arms welcoming you into a hug. "I missed you so much" you whispered nostalgically.
"I thought you'd never come back!" he squealed as you broke away from his embrace.
"Well here I am" you said laughing.
Coming home had not been easy. Coming back was opening a wound you thought was sealed, coming back was remembering all your childhood and life spent with Pedri and Fer.
"Come on, the boys will be happy to see you" he took your hand to start pushing you. You couldn't refuse, it was obvious he didn't know what had happened between you and you couldn't let him suspect.
"Look who we have here" he shouted getting everyone's attention.
The guys were in a round with their bottles of beer as they talked, turning when you came to the group. You could recognize some of your old friends and some new ones. But you knew who they were, everyone in the Tenerife would recognize them. Pedri's new friends, players from Barcelona.
"H-hello I am…" you greeted shyly at the stares. Pedri blinked at you silently.
"You're Y/n?" one of them asked.
Oh my god. Pablo Gavi. You wanted to squeal with happiness at the sight of the player. He knew you? How was that possible?
"It's great to meet the girl who has put up with these two since forever" said another.
Your inner fan blushed at the laughing look of Ferran Torres, he was taller than you thought and super handsome.
Had Pedro told them about you? If he had told them about you, why had he never even thought of calling you? Did he think about you while he was in Barcelona? What had happened between you?
You gave them each two kisses as a greeting, disguising your fanaticism when you approach them like that. You smiled a little when you reached him, your best friend. You got close enough to hug him like old times, hoping to feel the warmth of his arms, but instead, Pedri stopped you and gave you two quick kisses on your cheeks.
As if he was pulling you away from him.
Your heart broke into a thousand pieces. Everything had definitely changed. Pedri. You. The relationship you had. Nothing was the same.
"I'll be back with the girls" you announced, approaching Fernando as the others continued their chatter. You were feeling out of place and what happened with Pedri had left you shocked.
You didn't expect him to behave as if you were best friends again but at least you hoped he wouldn't treat you like a stranger.
"It's okay" he said. "There's a beach party tomorrow, you're coming right?" he asked pointing to the girls. You grimaced not knowing what to answer.
"You have to come, Y/n" Fermin said and you smiled kindly at him.
"And bring your friends" Ferran commented winking his eye. You nodded shyly. "Here" he said reaching into his pants, pulling out his cell phone. "Write down your number and we'll agree"
Everyone was taken aback by his move. Even you.
"Sure" you took it when Fer elbowed you making you respond with an accomplice look. You quickly wrote down your number and handed him back his cell phone, smiling at him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Pedri roll his eyes with a grimace.
"See you around" you said, waving at them. Everyone waved back. You turned to walk towards your friends starting to leave the group of boys.
"Y/n!" someone shouted. A shiver ran down your back.
You stopped as your feet dug into the sand. You sighed hearing footsteps behind you.
How were you supposed to respond to that? Ignore it and pretend not to hear it? Or turn and fall back on your feet?
With a feigned smile you turned to look at him. Him. Pedro Gonzalez.
"You didn't tell me you were coming back" he mumbled and looked somewhat annoyed. You tried to calm your nerves so you wouldn't say or do anything stupid.
"We didn't talk again since a while and I just wanted to come back and see how everything was" you said lifting your shoulders. He nodded sighing.
And it wasn't your fault they didn't talk. It was his fault, you wanted to tell him.
"So are you coming back to stay?" he asked.
"I don't know yet" you answered flatly.
A silence fell, you couldn't hold his gaze without feeling your legs shaking. Pedri looked different, his words sounded cheerless and he hadn't even asked you how you were.
"Did you know I was coming to Bajamar?" he asked again. You shook at his distant words.
You didn't know what exactly to say. Was he supposed to ask that doubting your return? Did he think it was all about him?
"There was a vacation and I was able to get a flight" you laughed a little to mask the bad mood.
He nodded again.
"I missed you, Pepe" you whispered wistfully, taking his hand. Electric currents shot up for your back with his touch. He just looked at you, though.
"Yeah me too, Y/n" he pleaded smiling a little in response. "But we'd better each go our separate ways as before" he finished saying, your smile immediately wiped away. "We are no longer the same as before, we have different lives now. You with your friends and me with my friends"
You froze at his words.
Why would I say something like that? You had always been friends since you all went to school together. Your friends knew their friends, they were from the same place and they all had contact.
Was he asking you to stay away from him? And his friends? What the fuck was going on with him?
You couldn't even say anything, he let go of your hand and you saw his back go towards his friends. An echo echoed in your chest.
You should never have said that. You shouldn't have come back. You should not have gotten your hopes up.
Your "relationship" with Pedri was over. You only had memories of you. It was clear that he would never love someone like you. You were just that.
Childhood friends. A memory that vanished in the wind. He felt nothing for you, but you felt everything for him.
Confessing your feelings to him before he left for Barcelona had ruined everything. You had ruined it, he only saw you as his friend.
And now he didn't even care about you.
#pedri x you#pedri x reader#pedri imagine#pedri#pedri gonzalez#football imagines#football one shot#imagine#fc barcelona
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I am still reading through Ultimania translations like a certain someone in the data room…
Here are some curious notes on our Jenova Project scientists, Vincent, and Sephiroth that I know you will all appreciate.
That note about Hojo envying Gast and his genius—please keep this in mind. It will come into play for these next translations.
The research on Omega and the Kalm experiments were also in the Shinra manor. It makes you wonder if Sephiroth read any of that and further saw how cruel Shinra was.
The Jenova cell flashes in Sephiroth’s mind that we saw in the Rebirth demo can be seen in this image from the Crisis Core guide.
This is where everything becomes more interesting. Something not fully explained in DOC is Lucrecia’s own deterioration. It would appear that Vincent confronted Hojo over this after Sephiroth was born and taken away (or did he?). Lucrecia was falling to pieces it seems. (We will come back to this).
(Small note, but it looks like Vincent actually did propose to Lucrecia).
The next pile of notes are from the older Ultimania Omega from 2005, and some debate the validity of the text and whether it still holds true to current canon. However, if we are willing to consider Crisis Core from 2007 as canon, then I see no issue with this Ultimania unless something is directly changed.
For our Jenova project scientists, there is just more detail not spoken in the game. Some of it is fascinating and helpful.
I take this information as extra insight that the original game did not give us and mostly canon as well. Reading it felt like a stab to the chest even if I knew most of it.
We know from DOC that Lucrecia did love Vincent in the end, but during their time together she pushed him away because of the guilt with his father and gave into her love for Hojo instead.
It is….strange but that line from the CC guide about Hojo’s envy of Gast was apparently a concept here too. It supposedly was so strong that it brought out a maternal love in Lucrecia. Very likely this was before Hojo was completely mad and murderous.
I also wonder if Lucrecia’s affection was only that overall. A feeling that didn’t last when she realized Hojo’s complex was destructive and not “cute.”
These are the details some debate and I believe it has been for shipping reasons in the past…but as a non-shipper, I can see this happening with such a complex group of people.
The next bit about Lucrecia’s deterioration is also odd because it almost sounds as though Lucrecia disappeared only because of her body’s collapse. DOC once again changed the order of these events to where Lucrecia left after failing to save Vincent and losing her son.
It also looks like Vincent confronted Hojo much earlier. We are now left to interpretation maybe since DOC’s own timeline is hard to follow. There are plenty of people who have these events better thought through than me.
But if we combine all of these details together and ignore the timeline, we have more reasons for Lucrecia’s breakdown in general. Vincent’s bodily corruption, the loss of Sephiroth, and Lucrecia’s own degradation. We may not know the very order of every event until Rebirth or the third game, which is okay. These are still good details.
This hurts so much and I do not even need to explain why, ahaha. Hojo is so, so cruel to his own family.
I have recently pulled a translation from this section which some of you may recognize. All of the small details make me emotional 🥲
And this is the last one I wanted to share. I cannot stop thinking about Hojo’s inferiority complex with Gast because we know Sephiroth looked up to and admired Gast from a young age. How bitter Hojo must have been that his own son adored a man he hated. The implications of how complicated this could have made their relationship are endless. No wonder Hojo murdered Gast without hesitation. A walking mass of complexes indeed.
I think this is so emotional for me because of The First Soldier and Rebirth now. These details matter for enrichment.
Edit: I should once again clarify what I think about the 2005 Ultimania because there are fans that dismiss it thanks to its questionable text in spots. I believe that if a note from this book does not directly contradict currently established canon, then it may be safe to take in as context enrichment.
For example, all of the information about Sephiroth here is still accurate to the most recent depictions of his character, but there are small details added about why he believed he was different.
I do not see any reason to fully dismiss this because it does no harm to canon and does not go against what we have seen even in recent media like Ever Crisis.
On the other hand, the information about Lucrecia and when she left and why is much more fragile because Dirge of Cerberus added a new take on her motives. For this reason, I will only cherry-pick. I would say the detail about deterioration is accurate because that was hinted at in DOC but it’s no longer the only reason she left.
But everyone should make up their own minds on how to approach this Ultimania.
#aaaaaa#next i have some information on genesis#and then finally i will complete this post on a crisis core translation detail because i finally found the keyword i was looking for!#i am so happy they are referencing these old details in the first soldier with sephiroth#hojo being the one to give sephiroth the photo and say lucrecia’s name was jenova…#ouch#it all still cuts deeply#i feel awful for lucrecia and sephiroth and vincent#ff7#final fantasy 7#ffvii#crisis core#sephiroth#fvii rebirth#fvii first soldier#lucrecia crescent#vincent valentine#hojo#gast faremis
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~PSYCHIC GENETICS~
So I keep trying to think about how genetics would work regarding someone being a psychic or not. It's obviously not super common to be a psychic but probably more common than people might expect in the world with stigma against it. I'm thinking like left-handed type percentage maybe which is around 10% of people.
But I'm using blue eyes as a reference point regarding looking into genotypes for psychic brain activity and I think I can make that work with that headcanon because around 8-10% of people have blue eyes.
So here's my concept for the psychic genotypes and phenotypes and how it plays into my character headcanons....(and I guess I'll see if any of my current headcanons are disproved by this theory too I guess lol!) Let me bust out some Punnett Squares and interpret the results. (I know that realistically to explain it better it wouldn't be determined by a single trait for the genotype and that a multi-trait explanation could probably type the phenotypes I created in a much more comprehensive way but I'd rather just go basic for right now ^_^)
Okay so here's the outcome of a homozygous nonpsychic and a homozygous psychic. All heterozygous outcomes. I choose to believe that the heterozygous outcomes can present in a number of ways, including:
Completely under-the-radar psychic presence that the individual is fully unaware of, functionally nonpsychic
Outright psychic with a psychic awakening from a young age like a homozygous psychic would typically have
"Weaker" psychics or psychics with a more limited skillset
"Spiritual" type individuals with some sort of psychic awareness without the outright presence of psychic "powers"
I personally think that the "strength" of a psychic's power has something to do with lineage, and not necessarily whether the genotype is purebred recessive for the psychic phenotype.
So here's an example with my headcanons for the Aquato lineage.
Zalto - the more "spiritual awareness" type psychic presence without actual powers
Mithra - fully realized psychic with very strong powers including visions
Lucrecia - fully realized psychic from a young age
Marona - functionally nonpsychic
Lazarus - fully nonpsychic
Augustus - limited skillset psychic / possibly just untrained
I like to assume that both of Donatella's parents are fully nonpsychic. This puts the kids' respective genotypes and phenotypes as:
Dion [NN] - fully nonpsychic
Frazie [Nn] - outright psychic
Razputin [Nn] - outright psychic
Mirtala [NN] - fully nonpsychic
Queepie [Nn} - psychic with limited skillset, fully unaware of psychic status
With the 50/50 probability, 3/5 kids with psychic presenting traits lines up pretty well!
But touching back on what I said about the intensity of the psychic abilities one may have based on lineage, I would draw it back to the previous homozygous genotype carrier of the family. Letting that person's psychic strength sort of have a determining factor on what the cap of their lineage's power might be. So for example I headcanon Mithra as being a very powerful psychic, and that was passed down to Lucrecia as being vey powerful. Marona wasn't a strong psychic, Augustus had a higher level of psychic activity than her, Frazie has about the same level as Augustus, and Razputin, while having the mixed genotype, meets the same level as his origin point Mithra.
Just for funsies here's some of my other psychic geno- and phenotype headcanons :]
Loboto's mother had the recessive psychic gene and didn't know it as she was the "functionally nonpsychic" genotype. She would be disgusted to know this about herself👍👍 Loboto had the psychic phenotype with a young awakening but due to his procedure cannot reach the cap of power he would have been able to otherwise, and now has a very limited skillset, lending mostly to telekinesis upon his gradual recovery
Morry's father was fully nonpsychic [NN] and his mother had a strange spiritual awareness that occasionally allowed her to accurately predict the future or have suspiciously accurate "gut feelings" [Nn]. Both of Morry's brothers are NN and he is Nn.
Sasha's parents were both Nn and functionally nonpsychic, and Sasha is nn.
Both of the Natividad sisters' parents are the nn genotype and consequently so are the daughters.
(Referencing my headcanon Zanotto family tree) Tia & Teddy were both Nn and functionally nonpsychic, Bob is fully psychic nn, Laurel was Nn and functionally nonpsychic, Jonny was Nn which explained his prophetic visions, Truman is nn, Delphine is NN, Lili is Nn.
Okay that's all for now, if you read my very long and incredible nerdy post then I appreciate it!!! And if you have headcanons about genetics and psychics please tell me abt them!!! Genetics is one of my big burner interests that I will occasionally remember and try to apply to fiction lol! ( I really should do more research on it though because my understanding of it all is still a bit elementary tbqh )
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I thought I posted this here ages ago, but I couldn't find it to link in another post I'm working on, so I'm posting it now!
Regardless of everything else surrounding the First SOLDIER battle royale game, I'm always going to be delighted that the timeline established in its opening cutscene indicates that Hojo and Lucrecia were experimenting on Vincent for around seven years before Lucy ran off and Hojo put him in the box.
See, the thing that's always bothered me about the known timeline of Vincent's life as it existed up until this cutscene dropped is that it kind of implied that Hojo did all his scientific body horror work in about two months, and then Lucrecia took over and spent a couple months on her part. This is...utterly ridiculous, for so many reasons, not the least of which is Shalua being aware of Lucrecia's work with Chaos having subjects, which it didn't prior to Grimoire's death—this project wouldn't have been ongoing long enough for Shalua to refer to "subjects" in Dirge if it was only a couple months of work.
The implication with the timeline shown in the FF7FS opening is that Lucrecia and Hojo both moved to Project 0 after their part of Project S was complete, presumably leaving Gast with Sephiroth while they tried to make superhumans that would be deployable sooner than a literal baby. We know it's post-Jenova Project, because Hollander is there but Gillian isn't, so she's already in Banora with baby Angeal. The team is shown working on Project 0 until around 1984, with Lucrecia present.
Hojo working on Vincent for a year or two while Lucrecia first gives birth to Sephiroth and then recovers from that whole ordeal makes sense. Him going back and forth between Midgar and Nibelheim trying shit on Vincent that he thinks might work on Project 0 also makes sense, given that we know Hojo's work on Vincent was eventually repurposed for a couple of the Tsviets, who are the current iteration of what Project 0 originally was.
When Vincent's body finally gives out, Hojo just kinda leaves him there, changing his focus entirely to Project 0, while Gast still has Sephiroth. Lucrecia comes back to Nibelheim at that point, for whatever reason, and picks up where Hojo left off, trying desperately to do something to keep from being responsible for killing both Valentines.
Gast leaves the company in 1984, whereupon Sephiroth is moved into Hojo's care—not Lucrecia's—and we can assume that Project 0 as a whole is shuffled.
This is the point where Lucrecia reaches the end of her rope. She's never going to get to meet her son, she's never going to get anywhere in this damn company, she's still so sick from the Jenova infection she contracted during her pregnancy. She can't do this anymore. So she dresses Vincent up like his dad (because his eyes look just like his father's), puts on a wedding dress she never got to wear, and leaves forever.
Hojo comes back to Nibelheim, possibly looking for Lucrecia—he either finds her "dead," or he only finds Vincent. Either way, Lucrecia ends up in the Nibel Mountains and Vincent ends up in the basement. With nothing left to lose and nothing holding him back, Hojo proceeds to track across the planet to find Gast and shoot him in the face.
This is a much better story.
This also explains why the official Dirge guide says that Vincent was asleep in the basement for, very specifically, 23 years, and why all Ultimania material cites that he was in the coffin for "over 20 years" even though he was shot to death 30 years ago. It's not a retcon. It never was. It's a clarification.
Vincent was killed in 1977, 30 years before Cloud found him during the Crisis. But he was under the knife and in the tubes for seven years after that, until the two equally brilliant psychopaths trying for opposing reasons to make him into Something Else finally gave up and put him in a box.
That's fantastic.
#fandom ramble#vincent valentine#lucrecia crescent#professor hojo#jenova project#project 0#FF7FS#final fantasy 7#FF7#final fantasy 7 remake#FF7R#dirge of cerberus
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Hey, I want to talk about Vincent and Sephiroth. Like, genuinely.
I've seen a post here and there about not wanting Sephiroth to be Vincent's son, and the sentiment puzzles me so much. I mean, do you hate fun or something?
Vincent not being Sephiroth's father causes Vincent's motivations and guilt complex to be paper thin and Sephiroth to lose even more of his agency.
On the second point first, Sephiroth as Hojo's son signals an eventual downfall into madness. It's always a way to point and state "it's in his blood", Jenova notwithstanding but I digress. With Sephiroth as Vincent's son, the tragedy is tenfold because, in that instance, Sephiroth, instead, had two parents who genuinely loved and cared about him (Lucrecia is a very morally complicated character but I do believe her heart was in the right place. And Vincent, well, I'll get to Vincent) which makes his decent into madness and megalomania to be that much more tragic. Because it could have been different. He could have had a life. Making Hojo his father places a kind of certainty and makes Sephiroth lose agency and his downfall an inevitability.
On the other hand, you have Vincent. And his guilt complex. But without his direct connection to Sephiroth, there's a separation. Because if he is not Sephiroth's father, he actually doesn't have any responsibility over Sephiroth and his fate. In that instance, Vincent is in the exact position that literally everyone else is in, his only obligation is a moral one. So his guilt complex is fairly thin. Not to mention that it would come off as fairly misogynistic and weird if it was just him feeling guilty about not saving the woman that whom he had deep romantic feelings and her not reciprocating them. She made her own choices about her own body and while they were certainly the wrong choices, he doesn't have enough connection to have a discussion/stance on said issues, which makes things a little more icky in that sense.
If Vincent is Sephiroth's father, we can reframe it. Instead, Vincent and Lucrecia have a deep relationship so he can express to her that he cares for her safety and doesn't like that she's harming herself. It's less of a moral obligation and, instead, a more personal one. His standing up to Hojo becomes a fight for his own family. His guilt, still misplaced, is more believable because there is an understandable feeling of responsibility he had for Sephiroth, y'know, his SON instead of just some random kid. It also makes it kind of tragic in a way because Sephiroth was looking for meaning and family and both of them had locked themselves away from the guilt, eventually leading to his spiral downwards.
I do honestly hope that Part 3 gives us this confirmation and uses it to deepen Vincent's characterization.
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Do you think that the devs/writers are going to be leaning more into the “Vincent is the father” theory? The way how he talks about Sephiroth in rebirth is very peculiar and also how an ashamed father would talk. Personally I hope not for many reasons.
Also when Vincent claims that he had many opportunities to purge Sephiroth from the world but he couldn’t pull the trigger, that implies that he died after Sephiroth was born and not before. Of course this could be to do with the fact that he simply doesn’t want to kill a child and or the son of his love, but it’s still weird non the less.
Unless they choose to retcon already established lore, they will not go that route. It adds nothing to Vincent's character, as much as some people want to make it seem it would and here's why.
Vincent being the father and him just sitting back and letting things happen would make him to be worse than Lucrecia and Hojo, turning him into a coward and a complete asshole. This would also vindicate Hojo completely and make Vincent to be the worse villain, not Hojo. People always like to point to their looks but Tifa and Elena use the same model with some tweeking, and no one says they're related. Or how Naio clearly has Tifa's model as well. Whether people like to admit it or not, these are anime designs, they do shortcut their work, and models get reused all the time. However, the one reason why they may have made the decision to have them both look similar may be due to the fact that originally, Sephiroth and Vincent were originally one and the same person. The main villain had white hair, a tall standing collar, and a headband. Either people are not aware of these things or they are stretching a concept that doesn't have any true solid foundation.
Aside from that, Vincent's connection to Sephiroth had always been weak, and there was little motivation for him to pursue Sephiroth in OG. His focus was always Hojo, and his penance was always too extreme in the eyes of fans. He was this sad little man that was just all woe-is-me for a sin that didn't justify his punishment. Lucrecia was always the one pointed at as the least forgivable. And rightly so. At the time, Vincent's only sin was following orders as a Turk and not overstepping his bounds to prevent the experiment. But that was hardly a reason for him to bainish himself to eternal nightmares. Until Rebirth.
Vincent's connection to Sephiroth finally holds more weight in that Vincent idly stood by while innocent lives were being cut off by Sephiroth. He likely knew enough about the nature of the experiment and that the purpose was to create a dangerous being, and then for years on end, still chose to passively allow Sephiroth create carnage. This alone makes Vincent an accomplice of Shinra's evils. While it isn't clearly stated in DoC, the Ultimania mentions that Sephiroth was already a toddler by the time Vincent decided to approach Hojo. So if that still remains canon, Vincent likely saw Sephiroth's early stages of cruelty as a child.
All of this adds plenty of reasons for Vincent to have a strong feeling towards taking Sephiroth down, yet still hesitating because he is the son of Lucrecia. Him being the father doesn't add anything important to him. As a matter of fact, it hinders his character. One of the many reasons why Vincent is so loved is due to his unselfish personality.
In OG, Vincent harbored doubts about Hojo, but his hatred wasn't that deep yet. In the Ultimania, Vincent counted Hojo's experiments on him justified, therefore putting himself lower than Hojo. It wasn't until Vincent learned the truth about Hojo that he suddenly became enraged, and all anger he had towards himself was immediately directed at Hojo. And yet in spite of it all, even after taking Hojo down, Vincent says "rest in peace, Hojo". What person says that to their most hated enemy...? This scene depicted that even towards his worst enemy, he was still gracious. To force in the idea that he is Sephiroth's father would override all of that, and would make Vincent no better than Lucrecia or Hojo, and 'killing his own son' would never redeem him of that. Sparing the life of your worst enemy's child holds more impact than killing your kid (which is also extremely unoriginal and tropey).
Can they play with the idea of him being the father? Absolutely. Will they actually make him the dad? No, unless they want to completely undo what Vincent is. And and far as we've seen, if there's one thing they have been very loyal to and careful about, it's the characters. They build upon what they already are, and do not change what is already established canon. And in Vincent's case, his guilt was something that needed further weight. And that weight is that he was complacent with what both Shinra AND Sephiroth had committed, many times over.
I also go into detail about the depth of Vincent's guilt in this post. https://www.tumblr.com/phantomyre/745158867895418881/rebirth-vincent-analysisbreakdown-1-vincents?source=share
In short, I believe Vincent was aware of Sephiroth murdering the townspeople of Nibelheim, and due to what he says in Rebirth, he was also privy to the suriviors ending up as test subjects. And by way of association, Zack and Cloud as well. This is how they're going to give reason to Vincent's pursuit of Sephiroth. Not being the father.
#people can have their headcanons if it makes them happy#but at the end of the day#it is still just fanfiction#vincent valentine#final fantasy 7#ff7#final fantasy#ffvii
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Hey there ghesties!!!
Here is a new fic commission, fresh off the press for @kittenburps featuring their OC Lucrecia and Terzo!!!
Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!
Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!
Driven to Madness
Sister of Sin Lucrecia has caught the eye of Papa Emeritus III. While neither one will admit their full feelings for the other, an innocent gesture between her and a new sibling of sin makes Terzo need to remind her to whom she belongs.
Also available HERE on AO3!
Definitely NSFW below the cut!
It was too late—events set in motion from the moment he saw it. An innocent smile in the direction of the new postulant made as his lover sat in the pews. A friendly gesture—sending Terzo’s blood boiling in his veins. Fury, burning within him as he continued watching her from the lectern.
Terzo’s jaw clenched tight, forcing himself to continue as he began rushing through his planned sermon. Waiting impatiently for the moment when the congregation filled out from the pews. When the time finally came, Sister Lucrecia took her leave. Following the crowd out, none the wiser of her sin. The fire that was searing inside Terzo, only growing as he hastily made his way towards her in the naive.
“Papa?” she asked, turning to face him. Watching as his white eye glow in the low light of the chapel. His breathing, heavy and presence foreboding.
“Sorella?” he responded, hand slamming hard against the chapel door and forcing Lucrecia back against it. Bringing himself closer and closer until she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He looked dangerous and wild. His appearance, bringing within her a heat that began in her belly. Swirling and flooding inside her, until it finally pooled in the space between her legs.
“Everything ok?” she asked, eyes crawling over him. Reveling in just how incredible he looked draped in his chasuble. Frame, sensually accented in black, purples, and gold—adorning him like the royalty of the Ministry that he was.
“No.” Terzo growled, his voice sinister and dark. Bringing his lips dangerously close to hers, only to pull away when she spoke.
“No?” she asked, both thrilled and a bit frightened by him.
“I saw you, Luci. Smiling at him…the new guy.” Terzo growled, his other hand now trailing up the front of her habit. Finding its way over the swell of her soft breasts. Teasing the tender flesh of her nipple beneath the fabric. His hand, continuing upward before finally wrapping tight around her throat.
Lucrecia let out a gasp, mouth hanging open before him. Feeling herself getting more wet by the second. Hoping that by pressing her thighs tightly together she’d be able to stave off her need a bit longer. Terzo took the opportunity to remove his hand from the door, unzipping his pants, and allowing his hard cock to hang freely between them.
“You see what you do to me?” he asked her, throwing his chasuble over his shoulder, Lucrecia doing her best to peek down at him. Terzo loosened his grip from her throat. Bringing his hand between him to stroke the length of his cock. Rolling his thumb across the swollen head of it, only to drag those same fingers along her jawline. Pushing his thumb into her willing mouth. “You taste my need for you.” he asked her.
Lucrecia moaned, the salty sweet precum filling her mouth. Luci’s bright blue eyes, blown wide as she held his gaze. Sucking his finger as if it were his aching cock–wanting him to know she wanted him. Terzo’s eyes burned even more with fury and lust. Asmodeus blessed and cursed at the same time, was his desire for her.
“It meant nothing I swear.” Lucrecia explained, her voice heavy with need. Terzo wanted to devour her—consume her wholly. Needing to mark her as his own, claim her before Lucifer and anyone else who dares so much as glance at her.
“You know what that does to me? I am driven to madness at the thought of it. Someone else’s hands caressing the curves that so rightfully belong to me.” he began, hand slowly lowering into the bodice of her dress. Rolling his thumb over her hardened nipple. Watching with pleasure as she twitched at his touch.
“Oh Papa.” she moaned, bringing her hand down to touch him, only for Terzo to grab her wrist hard. Keeping her from touching him. Torturing her until he had said his peace.
“...someone else touching you…tasting you…feeling the heat of your cunt on them. I would gladly kill anyone for entertaining the thought. You belong to me sorella…no one else...”
“Of course, Papa, I’m yours.” Lucrecia told him. Terzo grabbed her full hips, quickly taking up her dress and finding his way to the band of her panties. Tearing them off swiftly as his hand went to cup her cunt.
“Then prove it.” he hissed, fingers sliding easily into her slick. She let out a moan, her voice trembling and soft. Wanting nothing more than for him to use her body.
“Please…”
“This cunt…and you—you are mine Luci. No one else.” Terzo continued, fingers working her hard and fast. Pressing deliciously into the ribbed upper walls deep inside. His expert touch, having her cumming over his hand within seconds.
Terzo continued, pulling her breasts from her dress and drawing a nipple into his mouth. Grazing it with his teeth a bit as he listened to her wanton moans. Humming against her skin, as his fingers pulled from her yet another orgasm. The sensation pouring over her—a rush unlike any other.
“Only yours.” She vowed, when suddenly Terzo withdrew his fingers, lifting her up high above him. Hiking up her legs up over his shoulders and burying his face in her folds. “Oh fuck!” she cried out, held high against the door as Terzo lapped at her. His tongue, darting in and out of her dripping pussy before sucking mercilessly on the bud of her clit.
He sucked and licked over her lips, Savoring the taste of her on his tongue. His cock throbbing, an almost painful compulsion to fuck her. Continuing his ministrations so she’d be ready to take all he had to give her.
Luci began to shake around him, cumming against Terzo’s broad tongue. His Papal paints coloring the insides of her thighs. Her cum, dripping all over his mouth. Terzo smiled, satisfied with his efforts. Lowering Lucrecia down before bending her over the statue of Baphomet that sat at their side. Gathering up her dress in his fists and tossing it over her back before stuffing her with his cock in one quick motion.
“Oh Satanas!” she mewled, trying to keep her balance as Terzo pounded away inside her. Fingers gripped tightly into the soft, plushness of her hips. Leaving a wealth of bruises in his wake.
“Oh, fuck you feel so good. So tight for me. This cunt was made just for me.” Terzo groaned as he thrusted. The head of his cock, hit her in just the right spot. Lucrecia, beginning to feel herself rising again, insides pulsing around him with each thrust of his hips.
“That’s a good girl, Luci. Cum on my cock. Show your Papa how good it feels for me to fuck you. To claim you as mine.” Terzo whined, beginning to feel himself get close.
“So good Papa! Ah! Ah!” she cried as Terzo picked up his pace, bringing her hips back harder against him, hitting her even deeper than before. Lucrecia’s pussy was already tightening up around him. Holding him as he pushed through her, filling her over and over with his cock.
“Cum with me my pet, make me cum for you!” Terzo called out, his cock swelling up inside her. Engorging the hollow of her cunt with his thickened girth. So tightly that she thought she may burst.
“I’m cumming!” she yelped, as his cock began kicking hard deep inside. Her own orgasm, milking him as he spilled his burning-hot seed. Terzo collapsed over her back. Running his fingers through her damped long black hair. Staying inside her for as long as her body allowed before kissing along her spine and settling in the small of her back.
“Never again will there be a question as to who you belong to, si?” he asked her, feeling her tensing against him inside.
“Never Papa…never.”
#Terzo x OC#terzo x sister of sin#papa iii#papa emeritus iii#terzo#ren writes#ghost#the band ghost#ghost fic#ghost fanfic#ghost fanfics#ghost fanfiction#the band ghost fic#the band ghost fanfic#the band ghost fanfiction#commission fic
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I'm writing out my overarching headcanon about VIncent's life and how Gaia and it's people looked pre-SOLDIER program because I want too:
I'm of the mind that in Vincent's era, there was a lot of growth like we have in our own day and age, much like the 50s-70s, Midgar would have been a work in progress. Maybe only one or two upper plates would be finished and livable, but a sizable undercity was already underway to growth.
I believe that this would be when the beginning of the science department of Shinra would truly begin, so Shinra would have been using the Turks as more of their heavy hitters as SOLDIER was still a small budding program being thought up by Shinra's defense department.
Seeing as the war between Wutai and Shinra didn't happen until 1985, I'm going to go under the assumption that they were in a cold war with each other ever since the power company began building reactors, so the Turks would be much more utilized than they are now.
I have the headcanon that Vincent and Veld were partners or at least worked with each other when they were in the Turks and their missions would have looked like those of spies and government agents (with different rankings and capabilities. Not everyone would have the same job just like a normal government job.)
I also love the idea of their world having similar clothing styles and music to ours during those years, so Vincent and Veld would have been young adults in the 60's and 70's.
I also think that with what happened to Vincent (getting shot and killed by Hojo), he did actually die physically (lurcrecia even talks about how she can't stop the decaying when talking about Vincent in the tank in DoC) so there would be a loss of memory that Vincent would have from actually dying and being dead for however long.
Like sure, his memory loss could have been slowed by the Mako and experiments, but there would be SOME memory loss. So I think that the man we know now is not the whole Vincent he would have been. The reason I say that is because a lot of the memories he does have are from times at Shinra Manor and nothing really else. It's mostly from Shelke's POV that we get the remaining memories about Vincent's past, and that is from Lucrecia's POV of how she saw Vincent. So my HC is that Vincent has a lot more to him than he remembers about himself.
Anyway long-winded explanation of why I think Vincent Valentine has more than meets the eye and I can justify my more fun version of him XD
Back to it. Here's where my headcanons come in heavy:
I think Vincent's mother is a Wutainese woman, Grimiore having met her in his early years of exploration as a scientist, before things with Shinra started to get more competitive. I believe that when Vincent was a teenager, his mother left for Wutai due to the simmering tensions between the two powers, unable to take him with her as he had no citizenship there and I do not see him wanting to leave his home.
Vincent and Grimiore don't get a long for a while because Vincent thinks his father should have convinced her to stay. He joins the Turks at a young age, having met Veld (who I think is at least a decade older than Vincent) who worked with his father, not really knowing about the ins and outs of what a cold war meant or even who was the aggressor in the conflict. He knew his father worked for Shinra and they were bringing progress to their city and home, wanting to help any way he could.
#Vincent Valentine#Veld Dragoon#headcanon#ff7#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#ffvii#Always feel free to be inspired by anything I write#I would literally read five million words about the same shit over and over again
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i don’t know how long this escape will last . . . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+), implied smut towards the very end.
“YOU DON’T TRUST ME.”
the words were flat—a statement born out of misplaced anger and insecurity because, by all means, MIGUEL was right not to trust you. the identity you’ve built for yourself since your home universe collapsed—the lucrecia vaughn that miguel supposedly knew—was a lie, and yet, he has done everything and anything for you. and still—you couldn’t even begin to fathom not having his trust even when you knew you didn’t deserve it.
“lucrecia,” the man says patiently, his gaze a muted red.
his voice—low, thick, and gruff—is a web in and of itself, you realize with a startled look; there was nowhere else you’d prefer to be.
“that was not what i was trying to say.”
your jaw ticks. “then what were you trying to say?” your voice is mean, just as you’ve conditioned it to be in your girlhood—leaving no room for arguments, just as your mother taught you.
in truth, you’re hurting—but probably not as much as miguel would once he finds out how you’d gotten into the society in the first place—your heart bursting at the seams.
you rise to your full height, which you’ve long since known was incomparable to his, furrowing your brows and narrowing your eyes. the stamina he’d been helping you build up has paid off in that moment, keeping your breathing even and your chest calm even as it flickered to life in the wake of your anger.
“that i’m not good enough to carry out this case?” you continue through your teeth, your fists clenched at your sides. “that i’ve failed once and will only fail again?” your voice breaks off into a desperate snarl that rises in volume.
“just tell me, miguel, putangina lang—”
“lu.”
miguel had raised his hand in front of you placatingly like you were a feral animal to quell.
(the irony here did not escape your notice.)
“por favor,” he continues gently, carefully stepping towards you. “let me speak. let me help you understand.”
your chest heaved as you both stared wordlessly. up, down. up, down. inhale, exhale.
“tell me,” you repeated, finally faltering, surrendering—though a heat remained simmering below your skin.
and you and he don’t touch exactly, but the feeling was how you thought it would feel—if you and he stood so close you somehow ran out of air to breathe just like that—because miguel’s presence was big enough for the both of you.
he stands tall, if slouching a bit, looking every bit of the leader you hear he is. two whole heads taller than you, as you already knew. but it doesn’t make it any less of a marvel to witness it for yourself—to feel each breath of his life against your face when, for as long as you’ve had your powers, you’ve always been cause for someone’s last breath.
“your first run with the anomaly.”
you sucked your teeth at the grit in his voice. “what about it?”
he shot you a disapproving look. “it almost killed you—despite your preparedness.” he says immediately to the knit in your brows and the insecurity in your eyes, probably knowing that a self-deprecating spiel came next and more venomous words that could last the both of you another lifetime. “and that wasn’t your fault. you did everything right.”
“did i?” your jaw ticked again. “the anomaly escaped.”
“i don’t care.”
“yes, you do!”
his jaw sets this time as you let yours slacken to counter his words.
“capturing anomalies is your vice.” you hissed, glaring up at him, huffing into your shared air. “and i saw how you reacted when i made my report. i saw how you held yourself, the tightness in your eyes; you’ve always bred anger, miguel. did you know?”
“you’re not going after that anomaly.” his tone promised finality. “not with that mindset, not while distracted, not while i say so, lucrecia.”
“then help me!” you heaved. “help me be better or get out of my way.”
your nostrils flared as his hands shot up between the two of you to grip your wrists, and he leaned in, puffing out an angry breath against your neck.
“you,” he growls softly, walking them towards a wall, “are not going after that anomaly. ¿estoy entendido?”
you grunted as your back hit the metallic wall and then again at the resistance on your wrists.
“chica testaruda.” he breathed into your skin. stubborn girl, you knew his words translated, and it only infuriated you further—fanning the flames that had only smoldered in its supposed slumber.
remembering what he taught you during the early months of your arrival, you use the wall behind you as leverage to push—getting enough space to support your stance while miguel stumbles before dragging him down onto the floor and pinning him with your weight.
“you’ve always bred anger.” you murmured, digging your nails into his wrists as you held them down. “i know you hate me—”
“you know nothing, mija.” his chest rumbled, and his eyes glowed red. “i’m not benching you because i secretly think you’re incompetent, lucrecia.”
you sneered, mistakenly losing sight of his hands in your anger. “sinungaling.”
miguel flips the two of you over that next second, pinning you down more efficiently than you did him, laying his torso across your stomach and gathering your hands above your head.
“tell me i’m not the only one who noticed.” his chest rumbled again as he spoke, weaving the web you’d found herself in ever tighter. “tell me i’m not the only one who felt it.”
“felt what?” you huffed.
“don’t.” he takes one hand off your wrists to stroke your cheek, furrowing his brows in concentration as a knuckle grazes your skin. “don’t deflect, mija. don’t deny.”
“i don’t understand,” you stuttered out.
“but you do,” miguel murmurs, maneuvering your hands to either side of your head and pulling his weight away from your stomach, extracting a quiet gasp of relief from your lips. “i know you do, little psychologist. after all, you know how quick i am to anger. so you must know…”
“anyone can see how quick you are to anger,” you countered breathlessly.
“but you know my less obvious tells.” he shot you a look akin to fondness. “and i’m sure i can be as good a psychologist as you are, lucrecia. because i know what makes you tick and how you lie.”
your lips part.
miguel leans forward, easing his hold on your wrists, though not letting go just yet. “¿quieres que te bese, amor?”
“only if you’ll mean it.” you murmured over the rumbling of his chest. “and only then—dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko.”
his lips grazed your forehead first, tenderly kissing the knit between your brows until they’d relaxed. and when they have, when you craved more, miguel would chuckle lowly and draw away.
“you’re all i want, lucrecia.” his voice was thick, almost needy, when he spoke again, his mouth near your ear. “did you know? do you believe me?”
he dropped your hands and brought his ones around your waist, his thumb stroking the end of a scar that peeked out from the loose baby blue camisole.
“you know nothing,” miguel mumbled, though almost as if he was talking to himself.
“miguel.” you say, your cheeks set aflame. “please.”
his gaze flickered back to you. “tell me what you want, lu.”
“kiss me.”
and he does. he kisses like a man starved, groaning and hissing into your mouth as it parts for him, molding it into his image, the web that you have long since given yourself up to. and then he picks at your scar with his nail even as you writhe and hiss back, digging new groves in return to match yours.
you learn then—when his hand cups your mound, palming you through your worn grey sweats, his thumb circling your clothed clit in tight circles—another side of him that you’ve yet to notice through your sterile eyes: that miguel o’hara is a lover.
𓌳𓌳𓌳𓌳 translations:
putaninga lang - tagalog, an expression for anger.
¿estoy entendido? - spanish, “do you understand?”
sinungaling - tagalog, “liar.”
¿quieres que te bese, amor? - spanish, “do you want me to kiss you, love?”
dahil gusto kong maramdaman ang pagmamahal mo, at gusto kong maramdaman mo ang pagmamahal ko. - tagalog, “because i want to feel your love and for you to feel [mine].”
#[✎]#talia writes ✎#[ꕥ]#wip: brainrot#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o’hara x female reader#miguel o’hara x y/n#filipino reader#miguel o’hara imagine#miguel o’hara fic#miguel o’hara spiderverse#spiderman 2099#atsv miguel#miguel o’hara
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C.C's Rebirth Check/Wishlist for Sephiroth
Given that Sephiroth's increased screen time has been confirmed for Rebirth, I'm hoping for answers/exploration on the listed subjects below: However, it would be unrealistic to expect that the majority or even half of the items on this list will be addressed. There's also Ever Crisis and 7R3, so there may be opportunities for further exploration.
Sephiroth's mindset changing from thinking himself as a Cetra to the inheritor of JENOVA's will: This is something that could be easily expanded on in Rebirth. Perhaps some cut scenes showing Sephiroth in the Lifestream with JENOVA. It'd be interesting to witness him absorb the planet's memories and watch his madness intensify. This exploration could also be a legit way to woobify Sephiroth without trivializing or undermining the gravity of his horrific actions, since it's something that we already know about, just that there is more explanation on it this time.
2. JENOVA's origins and sapience: Just what exactly is it? Can it still think with Sephiroth in control? Is it an Omega Weapon from a different planet or simply another parasitic virus within its own species? Please, I just want to know what the hell is it exactly. Also, how was it exactly defeated?
3. Confirmation that Sephiroth is in control of JENOVA at the start of FF7: It's been confirmed by AC, the FF7 Ultimania, and the writers themselves several times. Not sure why there's still debates about it in today's time. So maybe this game will be the final nail in the coffin for this debate.
4. Expansion/confirmation if JENOVA was controlling and/or influencing Sephiroth during the Nibelheim Incident: This is a legit debate. My opinion is that it was influencing Sephiroth, judging by the reactions he had the closer he got to its body, both in CC and also possibly at a time in FS. But I do think Sephiroth was acting of his own volition when he committed the horrific crimes at Nibelheim. Even if JENOVA was controlling him, he showed no remorse or acknowledgement of his atrocities once he had full control of it and even committed/planned to do more atrocities.
5. How Sephiroth plans on beating fate with his knowledge of the future? I'm certain that the game will partly address this. But I wonder why he doesn't just kill Aerith and Tifa, break Cloud, and beeline the Black Materia. My theory is that Sephiroth is in a similar predicament to Aerith, where he is limited in what he can do because of the Whispers. He must wait for the right moments to manipulate events to his liking. So he understands he needs to play the waiting game. Why not have some fun with Cloud in the meantime?
6. Sephiroth's Parentage: Does he know Hojo is his father? A certain scene from CC calls to mind. But I think even if he doesn't know, he must have had some inkling or recognized him as the closest person to a father figure in his life. It's also interesting to note that he consistently focuses on a mother figure throughout his entire life, without ever mentioning a "father". I theorized why here.
As for Lucrecia, does he know about her too? We know Sephiroth absorbed the memories of the planet during his four-year Lifestream dive with JENOVA. Will those memories include any hint of his true parentage?
7. Just how much does Sephiroth really know? Yes, he possesses future knowledge, but where does that knowledge begin and end? At one point, he's going to have to start improvising somewhere down the line. I don't expect this to be answered in Rebirth. 7R Sephiroth is trolling us almost as much as he is trolling Cloud. Man is self-aware.
8. The fates of his squad members: Matt, Glenn and Lucia. And here I thought First Soldier would update because of Rebirth, but they seem to holding back on it for now. I wonder if this is because Rebirth would spoil their fates?
9. More characterization of Sephy: We need to see that cold, professional SOLDIER mask cracking more. And it looks like this will be delivered. Such a puppy 😍
10. This is for Rebirth in general: Please don't end on a fucking cliffhanger... It'd just make the nonstop theorizing from the fanbase for the next four years even more painful to endure. I also hate cliffhangers in general.
Again, I'm not even expecting half of these to be answered, especially the point about JENOVA's origins since that'd probably be saved for the 3rd 7R game. The questions about his knowledge of his parentage probably won't be answered either. But I'm hoping for a few at least. Once I have more info on the game, I'll swing back to this list and mentally check off what's confirmed or at least mentioned/addressed.
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Love again. Part 2 —Pedri
summary: You and Pedri were best friends since you were little but then you grew up and things changed between you two.
warnings: none. jealousy, love triangle, angst, friends to strangers, friends to lovers.
word count: +3.5k
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It wasn't how you imagined coming home for the vacations. Lying in bed, not even going out of your room. Thinking about what an idiot you were to think that if you went back to see him it might have been different.
You left with a broken heart and you had come back for Pedri to break it again. Maybe even he didn't know that. Why couldn't he see you with different eyes? With those eyes that used to see you when you were growing up. When you ran along the beach at sunset, when you fought in your backyard or when you walked home after school.
Even their families were friends. They had lived in the same neighborhood all their lives. His house was next door to yours, that's why you had never left your house. You knew her family might see you and you didn't want them to know you were here, it would be more painful for you.
His chat was open when you looked on your phone. The last few messages had been from you but there was no reply. Pedri had ignored them. He hadn't even taken the time to reply to you. That was what you meant to him.
A sob came out of your mouth as you slammed the phone down on the mattress.
Had you scared him? Did your relationship mean so little to him? Maybe you should never have kissed him. Maybe you should never have told him how you felt but you didn't imagine he would completely ignore you afterwards. You were about to lose him when he was leaving for Barcelona and you wanted to tell him how you felt because it was important to you, but you had completely ruined it.
Your sheets were already wet from crying. Even your eyes were tired and your head hurt. Nothing was going to be like before, he had asked you to stay away. He didn't even want your friendship anymore.
You sniffled when your doorbell rang. Your head still tucked under your pillow when it rang again.
"Mom?" you shouted calling out. No one answered.
You snorted as you had to get out of bed and out of your room, screaming your mother's name again but no one answered. You wiped your tears a bit and rearranged your hair as you walked vaguely to the door.
You half-heartedly opened it ready to kick out anyone who interrupted your wailing nap.
"But what the fuck are you doing dressed like that?" asked your friend, Ana. Lucrecia was behind her, coming in with bottles of alcohol.
Oh no.
"Look, Y/n. We forgave you yesterday because after what that idiot did, we understood that you felt bad but not today" she said pushing you to enter your house. Lucrecia kissed your cheek and you whimpered a little.
"Stop crying!" she shouted from the kitchen. "We don't cry for men, remember?" she walked towards you with the glass and bottle of champagne.
You reached out your hand to take it but instead grabbed the whole bottle snatching it away from him. Lucrecia looked at you in surprise. You shuffled over to the couch and plopped down on it, taking a sip from the bottle.
"I-I c-can't!" you sobbed tearfully. The two of them ran to you. "He hates me, I ruined everything!" you continued to cry.
Your friends quickly hugged you. You were a mess. You couldn't stand the pain in your heart, literally Pedri was everything to you.
"You don't understand," you said. "I've known him since we were born and I thought we loved each other."
The sad looks from your friends made you feel worse. You hated feeling this way for that reason you had left but deep down you knew going back was not a viable thing to do.
"That's enough" Lucrecia said grabbing you by the shoulders. "He's not worth it, he ignored you, he dumped you, he doesn't care about you."
"He's an idiot who thinks he's the center of the world!" continued Ana. "You have to get over him or he'll have won."
You let out a sigh. They were right. He had already decided, ignorant for years, forgetting about your existence, asking you to stay away from him. You were not going to be his puppet, letting yourself be driven by his power.
"Life is one and Pedri can shove his life up his ass" Lucrecia spat taking the bottle from your hand to drink too.
"We'll go to the party. We'll ruin his night" you said trying to believe it. Your eyes stopped leaking tears and your friends jumped around you.
Pedri wasn't going to ruin your life any more than he had. It was time to put it all behind you and move on with your life. He had done it somewhere else. With other people.
Now it was your turn.
Your friends took care of finding the perfect outfit for tonight. It consisted of a light blue silk dress and your blue sandals, and they had even done your hair and makeup for the occasion.
During all the preparation, some others had joined you and had cheered you up while they were doing the preview at your house.
You arrived at the beach after midnight, almost everyone was already there. It was decorated with lights and bonfires, although it was not cold, but it gave life to the night. Your friends did not stop cheering you on and making you have fun while dancing and laughing.
You could not avoid looking for Pedri with your eyes. Even if you did so in disguise, Lucrecia had already scolded you with her gaze several times. It was inevitable. But you were here to enjoy your homecoming and you weren't going to let your heart ruin your evening.
"Hey ladies!" someone shouted nearby. Your body turned to see the group of players arrive.
You cursed as your friends started greeting and chattering to each other.
"Hey cutie" someone said behind you.
"F-ferran" you called out to him as you turned to see him. "Hi" you greeted. You moved closer to leave a kiss on his cheek and he wanted to do the same too, making your faces so close.
"Are you better?" he asked smiling. You looked at him confused. "Lucrecia said you were sick and that's why you didn't come last night" he clarified.
"Oh yes" you replied. "It was just discomfort. Thanks for asking, Ferran" you thanked with a sincere smile.
Your eyes fell to two people watching behind the boy. You swallowed saliva when you saw him arrive. He was not alone. Someone was holding his hand as they walked towards the group. Pedri looked haughty and the girl next to him was gorgeous, definitely not from around these parts. Was that why he had asked you to stay away? Why did he have a girlfriend now? You didn't expect him to reciprocate your feelings, just to go back to the way things used to be, long before what had happened. Friends.
"I've been looking forward to seeing you," the chestnut said, leaning closer for you to hear. You sighed nervously, giving Ferran your full attention. Your cheeks flushed red. "You look beautiful tonight."
His words made you choke on your own saliva, had Ferran just called you gorgeous? You blinked in surprise. And for a moment you forgot the couple behind you.
"Buy you a drink?" you asked cordially.
He nodded.
You took his hand fearlessly, interlacing your fingers. Ferran looked at you smiling and you smiled back as they walked away from everyone. You reached the bar and ordered a drink, waiting for Ferran to order his to hand over the money.
You started talking about yourselves. Ferran listened attentively about your life in the US, then he told you about his life with football and it was so cool. Talking to Ferran Torres was amazing. You couldn't believe it that he would come up to you.
"Shall we dance?" you asked as bodies rolled on the beach.
You were finally distracted, not even thinking about Pedri (Or his new girlfriend). Ferran made everything more enjoyable, he was a nice guy and super fun. You walked laughing to the dance floor, where he took your hand and spun you around in a circle. The music was perfect and they quickly adapted to it, dancing and having fun while being joined by their friends.
Ferran's hands held your waist and pulled you closer to him, making you blush a little. It was clear he had other intentions and you weren't going to let it go. Your back was pressed against his chest as you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, smiling at the feeling of freedom. You were enjoying his company and anyone who saw you would notice.
Even Pedri.
That when you opened your eyes, you saw him far away from you. His face was serious, his deep black eyes shone in the darkness of the night and on his lips there was a distinct grimace. Your body set off your alarms as he continued to stare at you.
The memory of his words came to your mind and moved you, resonating in your chest. But you were interrupted when Ferran turned you on top of him, pressing your chest to his. A nervous laugh escaped your lips.
Would he still be seeing you? You wanted to know.
Ferran smiled at you, pressing his fingers into your body. Your hands took his strong shoulders and you moved close enough to brush your lips against his, asking his permission. Ferran took your face with one of his hands and kissed you.
It was slow, soft and warm. But you didn't feel anything special. Not like that time.
There were no butterflies. There were no shivers or electric currents. Just the desire and need of the moment.
They broke apart after a while of kissing. You turned your head a little, seeking his gaze and when your eyes met his, your breathing stopped.
There he was, again, staring at you.
His face now looked harder, as if he were angry, his jaw tense, his eyes blacker than before. You had ignored his request and he was probably angry. But you weren't going to listen to him, who did he think he was to tell you that?
You were no longer related, why would you listen to him? Why would you walk away when Ferran was the one who approached you? You were going to take advantage of the opportunity.
You wanted him to know that you had also changed and that now you were not going to listen to him, you were not the same as before, he had said it himself.
He had ended everything between you, so you owed him nothing.
His girlfriend danced around him and he just ignored her, drinking from his bottle and looking at you as if he wanted to say or do something, yet he did nothing. You swallowed in confusion.
Now he was seeing you, why was he still seeing you, wasn't it that he didn't want you around? Fuck him.
Your mind filled with thoughts and confusion. With pain in your chest, you turned away from him. You crashed your lips against Ferran again, this time, being rough and dangerous. You knew he was still watching, you could feel his gaze burning into your body.
Your hands took his hands and directed them to your teasero, Ferran squeezed it and you gasped into his lips. You didn't care that you were surrounded by people, they were all drunk and partying enough to see you. His lips moved to your neck and when you stretched your head, you opened your eyes staring at him.
Pedri's teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed, the vein in his forehead had swollen and his neck was turning red. His reaction surprised you but you didn't think anything of it. His girlfriend was still dancing, trying to take him with her to dance but he refused, staying right where he was.
#football imagines#football one shot#imagine#fc barcelona#pedri x you#pedri x reader#pedri imagine#pedri#pedri gonzalez
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Cali or Lucy for the headcanon meme
[insert "Why Not Both?" gif here]
Caligosto Loboto
Headcanon A (realistic): While he's a "changed man" he still struggles with his morals a lot. As much as Raz helped him, no-one's going to change completely overnight, and so he still struggles with old, bad habits and generally still being mean. Even when he genuinely tries to do something good, he might not know the best way of doing it.
Headcanon B (hilarious): He is an absolute fashion disaster. He wears what is comfortable without any regard whatsoever for what actually looks good. He does prefer his lab coat, but if he has to wear anything else he'll just throw on the ugliest bullcrap that is comfortable. He's perfectly happy wearing skirts and dresses as they have a similar feeling to his lab coat. (He used to dress fairly reasonably, but after being admitted to Thorney Towers and having to wear uncomfortable things like strait jackets, he threw all sense of fashion out the window. Is it comfortable? GOOD ENOUGH.)
Headcanon C (ANGST): Post-Rhombus of Ruin, he feels terribly, terribly conflicted about his showercap. It provides him some amount of protection from psychic powers and it was a gift from his mother! But... after coming to terms with what his parents did to him, he hates thinking about the fact that his showercap is associated with his mother. It's a reminder of what he went through, of how terrible his parents were, of his mother who did not care if he died or not. But at the same time, without the showercap, he feels vulnerable. His scalp is riddled with scars. He doesn't like seeing it in the mirror. But when he sees himself in the mirror with the showercap... It's very emotionally complicated for him, but after a long while he ultimately decides to wear it in spite of his mother. Maybe he modifies it slightly more to make it something more his own, or adding more patches to it, but whether he changes it or not, he does keep it.
Headcanon D (probably doesn't 100% fit canon but I dON'T CARE): I know Tim said that Loboto doesn't actually know a lot about teeth, but... I kinda just like to think more that he does, it's just he learned it all on his own since he never got a formal degree or license, so his methods are a bit nonstandard. And also that he just got way more deranged after becoming a patient at Thorney Towers because screw everything if they're gonna take away his (fake) license no matter what he does then he might as well do whatever he wants, and pulling teeth is pretty fun...
Lucrecia Mux
Headcanon A (realistic): While obviously she was close to all the Psychic 7, I like to think she bonded with Cassie a lot. Going from Raz's interactions with the mental figure of Lucy in Cassie's mind, Cassie just seemed... very confused and hurt by what Lucy had become, and saw her has "the nicest person" during her time in the Gulch. Yes, Cassie was mad at the hydraulic mining thing and also saw Lucy as being "too busy making goo-goo eyes at Ford" but I kinda feel like the latter was a lot of retrospect, still sorta projecting her present hurt onto the past. People are complicated, of course. Regardless, I think Lucy and Cassie both connected over a lot of things, one being that they were both women who had to flee their home countries for different reasons. No one else in the Psychic 7 had that experience, so it was something they both understood each other about.
Headcanon B (hilarious): She is an absolute Agent of Chaos and gets a kick out of shocking people by saying wild things. Sometimes those things are true, sometimes they're blatant lies, but sometimes the truths are so wild and the lies are so mundane that no one really knows what's true and what's not. Was she telling the truth about the Wet Wanda thing? Goodness knows. This also extends to just loving to see Ford get flustered over things.
Headcanon C (ANGST): She did not immediately go from being Maligula to thinking she was Marona. When Ford first locked away Maligula, he "had [his] Lucy back," which I take to mean that for a moment after that, she was herself again. And she saw herself in the safety of Green Needle Gulch with Ford in front of her, and sank into his arms, crying with relief and then saying something to the effect of "Oh Crully, I just had the worst nightmare..." And Ford just... looked at her, horrified and distressed, and realization hit her and she grabbed him by the shoulders, begging him to tell her that she didn't kill her sister, even if everything else had happened, please tell her she didn't kill her sister. Marona is still alive, right? Right? She didn't kill her sister, right? And... he couldn't say anything, and it hit her all over again what she'd done, and it started to storm, and Maligula nearly broke free all over again. Ford, in desperation, told her his terrible plan, and Lucy, too grief-wrecked to think clearly, agreed to it. Anything to forget, anything to keep it from happening again.
... Can you tell this is a scene I've mulled over in my head a lot.
Headcanon D (probably doesn't 100% fit canon but I dON'T CARE): Okay honestly there's not much I can think of with Lucy that would be contradict canon, I don't think? Other than I do not hold to the 20 years thing, and see it as closer to 30 years, but even with that, it's not hard to read canon in a way that makes sense. Like, with folks saying "20 years" as a very rounded figure. But that's the closest I can think of for that one, really.
#caligosto loboto#lucrecia mux#psychonauts#psychonauts 2#psychonauts 2 spoilers#sorry this is a bit late but I hope you like hearing my nonsense \o/;;#loveandmad#bc answers nonsense#tw child abuse mention
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Alright I saw a post talking about the Sephiroth and Nero with Vincent being a parental unit thing and this has taken over my brain for the past day bc this is an opinion I’ve held for a long time ANYWAY
I’m gonna start this off by saying I have never been a fan of the Vincent being Sephiroth’s father theory—I’ve seen some good arguments made for it, but overall it just ain’t my cup of tea (to each their own of course)
In my mind, it takes from the significance of Sephiroth’s character and Vincent’s story
I doubt I need to go into much depth over Sephiroth considering the amount of people who have already done so, but his character in my mind has always been so tragic because of his blood ties to Hojo— the audience knowing that he was born to be an experiment and that his own father was the one forcing him through that again and again for the entirety of his life
I also like how it rips away Vincent’s connection to Lucrecia and makes Hojo essentially go “you don’t have her, and you don’t get to have a remnant of her, and I control the narrative now” because ultimately they both made him suffer and Sephiroth is a living reminder of that, making him worth enough of Vincent’s pain without the blood tie
Overall, I think making Vincent the father of Sephiroth just makes the story boring— kind of like the whole “Rey is a Palpatine” deal everyone was up in arms over
There’s more significance in seeing brilliant characters spawned from something other than some other great hero character— significance doesn’t always have to breed significance, but evil breeding something trying to escape that cycle? That’s fresh
HOWEVER
I do think that the theory of Vincent being Nero’s father is much more impactful in terms of narrative significance
Vincent was made what he is by the science his father was involved in, and Nero was born of an experiment based on one of Grimoire’s abstracts (as @getvalentined pointed out) for something he never got to see put in motion— in that sense it would create a trickling down effect in terms of responsibility for suffering as Grimoire and Lucrecia’s work created Vincent, and then Grimoire’s theory combined with Vincent’s DNA and Hojo’s willingness to do unethical science bore Nero
It does also give some more significance to the fact that Nero and Vincent are the only two to survive the dark mako treatments, making the Valentine bloodline the one that seems most able to fight off the ghosts (I say this as a joke but it does hold some truth)
(Here’s where my love of Shakespearean tragedy comes into play) I also love how it makes the final showdown in Dirge more impactful as well as Vincent fought Nero multiple times and as Chaos is born of tainted lifestream and Nero was given his power by that same corrupt lifestream, so symbolically, Nero is born of Vincent’s own internal monsters
How beautiful and poetic is it that the horrors Vincent fought so hard within himself ultimately consumed his next of kin? (should Nero be such, of course)
Even better that neither of them would ever know
Also they look related
Again this a “to each their own” type thing but idk I’m an avid tragedy enjoyer and I do think this is the course that best supports the most viably tragic option
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Transplanting an old fandom ramble from the bird app because I still think it's solid.
So the OG says that Sephiroth was born in 1977, right? Right. However, the Ultimania says that all three of the original Jenova babies were born between 1977 and 1980. This seems to be wrong—but it might not be after all.
Genesis was born first, so we can assume he was early in 1977. New Year's Day, maybe, "in the beginning" like his name.
Sephiroth was born late in the same year, because it had to be after Vincent was killed—which, since he was 27 at the time, was October 13, 1977, at the earliest—but within a few months, because Lucrecia was pregnant when this happened. (I'm reasonably certain Seph was born on December 25th, but I'm not going into that here.)
But! If Genny was born first (and he was according to CC) and Sephiroth was born in 1977 (and he was according to the OG), and the Ultimania is correct (which it blatantly is not in several places but bear with me here because this is funny) then there's only one explanation for the three year range in their birth years: Angeal was born in 1980.
This would explain a lot about how he acts, his determination to be The Mature One being particularly intense because he's not only the youngest (which has never been in question when taking the timing of the two known arms of the Jenova Project into account), but is the youngest by multiple years. Like, "could have been babysat by Genesis as a kid" level younger. Him being 20-21 to Genesis' 23-24 during the first portion of Crisis Core makes his rather dramatic emotional failure both much more understandable and a hell of a lot more tragic.
Also the mental image of people around the company finding out that Angeal is the baby by multiple years is hilarious to me, and it could explain why his facial hair is so weak. He's the babiest in the group and thus tries the hardest to look like an adult.
#fandom ramble#ff7#final fantasy 7#crisis core#crisis core reunion#ccff7r#sephiroth#genesis rhapsodos#angeal hewley
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wait wait wait. maybe i'm being stupid about something, but. the astrolaith is in the gulch, which is near the motherlobe, which is presumably in america as the games supposedly take place there. so ford brings lucy to america and then back to grulovia for augustus, that all checks out. and augustus is in grulovia bc his parents lived there, and so he would presumably end up in an orphanage there after their deaths.
but. and correct me if i'm wrong here, but didn't ford also use the astrolaith on augustus??? implying that ford brought augustus to america??? even though the memory vaults show that augustus and lucy "reunite" outside the orphanage, which is presumably in grulovia???
again i might just be missing something or being stupid but. i cannot for the life of me figure the logistics of this whole thing out. like??? did i misread the memory vault, were augustus and lucy in america when ford brought them together??? did ford simply only ever use the astrolaith on lucy and himself and i only assumed he used it on augustus??
please kiwi. your psychonauts thoughts are always so well-rounded and thought out so you were the first person i thought to come to with this conundrum. please tell me if i'm being stupid about a detail somewhere. please 🥺🙏
Okay okay yeah this is the tricky bit isn't it. I remember being really confused on all of that and I'm looking back at the vault "Ford Cruller, Cracked" and I think there's two possibilities, one of them a little messier than the other.
The way that memory vault is framed makes it seem very linear that the order was "Capture Lucy, take her to the Gulch, use the Astralathe on her, get Augustus, use the Astalathe on him, reunite the two, use Astralathe on himself".
I'd say with near certainty that the orphanage is meant to be Grulovian based on the design of the building. Which already sets Ford's path here from Grulovia to America, back to Grulovia, then back to America.
(You were right in remembering that Ford used the Astralathe on Augustus tho! Horrible horrible image!) But the place where the two actually reunite is very location ambiguous, just being in front of a big circus tent.
So here's where the two options are.
(The messier route) After using the Astralathe on little Augustus, he takes both Lucrecia and Augustus back to Grulovia to be in the circus, like the Galochios were (transporting them somehow without introducing them to one another?). Ford then returns to America and uses the Astralathe on himself. This route implies that at some point, the Aquato family would have had to make some sort of passage over the ocean to be living in America.
(The cleaner route) After using the Astralathe on little Augustus, he takes him to where he has sent Lucrecia, which is an American circus site. Ford then returns to the Gulch and uses the Astralathe on himself. The Aquato Family has always lived in America.
I've always been making headcanons as if the first option were canon but the more that I think about it the more jumbled that one seems. It's easier to headcanon that one if you choose to believe that Ford was doing a lot of struggling and ruminating between each event. The second option is much more fitting if you believe that Ford orchestrated this idea all at once and executed it fairly quickly, I think! This ask actually has me thinking about and reframing some of my Aquato headcanons because I never noticed all implications of the location changing in this one vault!
#i hope i answered everything!!!!#one thing abt me is i will always ramble abt psyhconauts lore#.txt#ask#anonymous
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