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Divine Ruin and Shared Obsession: A dual-character analysis of Bianca Moore and Sephiroth in the FWC / FFVII narrative

In the vast emotional landscape of Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC), the pairing of Bianca Moore and Sephiroth stands as one of the most volatile and ideologically aligned unions. Their relationship transcends mortal romance, fusing divinity, corruption, obsession, and cosmic ambition into a shared goal of universal annihilation and rebirth. Yet despite their shared apocalyptic mission, their individual desires expose tensions that challenge their divine partnership.

This Tender Tuesday, we examine the interplay between their personal goals, their joint ambitions, and the ideological and emotional fractures that emerge in the pursuit of divine legacy.

Possible Trigger Warnings: abuse, body horror, corruption, emotional manipulation, experimentation, obsession, religious trauma, violence

Sephiroth's canonical trajectory in Final Fantasy VII establishes him as a god-aspirant shaped by human betrayal and Jenova’s manipulations. His ultimate goal is to fuse with the Lifestream and remake existence in his image and derives from a belief that the current world is irrevocably broken and trauma from being lied to about his creation. His motivations are not merely about destruction. They are about achieving an ideal form of control and transcendence.

In FWC canon, his bond with Bianca intensifies this vision. She is not merely a companion but a divine counterpart, the light half of his split soul, whose existence affirms his purpose. He no longer seeks to destroy the Planet alone. He seeks to build a Promised Land with Bianca by his side, even if it means erasing all else.

Bianca, by contrast, begins her journey from a place of trauma, divine fragmentation, and a anti-hero, but this changed after she spent time on the Planet. Her current motivations are rooted not in control but in escape: from a past of betrayal, loss, and bodily violation. Aligning herself with Sephiroth and supporting his destructive ambitions offers her both power and clarity. It becomes a form of apotheosis through surrender.

Bianca’s goal is not purely ideological. It is deeply emotional. She seeks to reshape the cosmos to mirror her fractured soul: a new creation where her pain no longer echoes. Her divine motherhood later introduces conflict. Even as she supports Sephiroth's plan, her children become a living metaphor for an alternate future. This future is one not entirely built on annihilation.

Their shared goal, however, is explicit and devastating: to ride the husk of the Planet across dimensions like Jenova did long ago, annihilating worlds in search of a Promised Land that never materializes. This pursuit of transcendence — Sephiroth through control and Bianca through obliteration — ultimately culminates in a far more radical solution. When no paradise is found, they decide to create one themselves: a new reality born from the death of all others.

The kilonova becomes their final act, marking the birth of their true Promised Land, one shaped solely in their image without humanity, celestials, and demons. This joint pursuit unites them in power, ambition, and cosmology. The pairing is not romantic in the traditional sense. It is apocalyptic and driven by mutual validation and the belief that love can be a destructive force potent enough to burn away fate and the past.

Despite this alignment, their individual goals introduce friction. Sephiroth’s obsession with legacy and order often clashes with Bianca’s chaotic emotions and unpredictable powers. Where he envisions methodical reshaping of existence, she is more reactive, as she is driven by visions, instinct, and maternal impulse. His attempts to mold her into the perfect counterpart echo the control Jenova once exerted on him, triggering instability in Bianca. Her powers, corrupted by Jenova and S-cells, often reject the discipline Sephiroth craves. Moreover, their children challenge Sephiroth’s authority by stirring Bianca’s protective instincts and sovereign agency, reshaping her identity from consort to queen-mother.

Ultimately, their epiphanies diverge even as their destinies remain intertwined. Sephiroth embraces his fractured self as the necessary condition for godhood. He refuses redemption, but evolves beyond the role of destroyer, choosing instead to reign as a god-king devoted to the preservation of his divine legacy and family.

Bianca, however, begins to see her chaos not as flaw, but as raw creative power. Her realization that she can choose her path, marks a subtle defiance against his totalizing vision. Their love is not the key to their salvation. It is a divine entanglement and driven by shared trauma, cosmic ambition, and the unbearable gravity of a fate that neither was permitted to escape, but it's their love.

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I just heard an Australian say "Fuck me dead!!" and I can't stop laughing.

I need to use that in my fic lol

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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Seven Sentence Sunday

It's not Sunday lol but it's been so hot these last couple of days that I let this sit for a bit. Thank you @chickensarentcheap for the tag ^_^ I do appreciate it.

Here, from an original work.

Chapter 1

“Eyes down, mouths shut, and everyone makes it home. Yeah?”

Yes. I breathed, and fought the urge to sneak a peek at the men in masks sweeping through the small credit union. Semi-automatics in their black-gloved hands. Idly, I wondered if a silent alarm had been tripped – like in the movies.

Decided it didn’t matter.

They had us standing up on our knees on hard wet tile and the part of me that wasn’t wincing with the effort could appreciate why. It hurt; effectively distracting the hostages. There were twelve of us on the floor, kept out of sight behind the counter.

So this is what it’s like to be a victim. I drove my chin into my chest as a pair of black boots thumped past. They’re right. It all does happen so fast.

They left two to guard – the one who talked to us, and the one who never looked away. Five in the backroom made seven.

I didn’t know if that was a lot.

It felt like a lot.

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Sorry, readers. I still don't have a chapter done. I was going to write, but my depression is horrific and I think I'm just going to lie down instead.

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I'm hot and tired and miserable and stressed.

How is everyone else doing?

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Introducing Kayla Grace Winters, the Whore of Babylon

Warnings: death, religious trauma, parental loss, apocalyptic themes, divine pregnancy, violent death, body horror, demonic/angelic warfare

🌙 Name: Kayla Grace Winters 🔮 Age: 20 👤 Gender: Female 🌌 Fandom: Fantasy Worlds Collide (FWC) 🌟 Ship: Kayla x Alexander Maloney (Michael) (Kalayder) 📅 Date of Birth: February 29th, 2004 👼 Mother: Rachel Winters 👹 Father: Benjamin Winters 👨 Surrogate Father: Peter (Order of Divvik) 🎭 Faceclaim: Kathryn Love Newton

Character Overview

Kayla Grace Winters is a holy knight of divine prophecy: child of a massacre, heir to the Book of Revelation, and future mother to the messianic Cassian Winters. After surviving a demonic incursion in her hometown at age five, she is taken in by the Sovereign Military Order of Divvik and trained for a sacred war she doesn’t understand.

Guided by Peter and eventually drawn into a prophesied bond with Knight-Commander Alexander Maloney (the human incarnation of the archangel Michael), Kayla is a warrior of contradictions: rebellious yet devout, reckless yet radiant. Her story climaxes not with salvation, but with annihilation, as she is slain by a goddess of destruction and rebirth.

Character Overview

🌟 Persona: Kayla is Chaotic Good to her core: bold, impulsive, and carried by heart over hierarchy. She's the kind of woman who will kiss a boy in the rain, stab a demon in the gut, and climb a crumbling cathedral all in the same hour. Her strength lies in her refusal to accept fate passively. She claws for truth even when it burns. Her fatal flaw is recklessness, but it’s the same spark that makes her fearless in battle and defiant in love. She matures from a zealous trainee into a figure who owns her role in Revelation not with shame, but pride. She is an agent of apocalypse, but also its conscience.

🎭 Personality: A classic ENFP, Kayla is charismatic, idealistic, and emotionally volatile. Her past haunts her, but doesn’t chain her. She challenges authority constantly: not for rebellion’s sake but because she believes systems must earn her loyalty. Despite her hardened training, she retains a strange tenderness for beauty and music, and she treats her sword like a living friend. Her voice is often the first raised in protest, and the last voice whispering comfort after war. Love for her is not a distraction. It’s the axis her revolution spins on.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Her connection with Alexander Maloney — her commander, her celestial angel, and her opposite — is the soul of her arc. What begins as reverence becomes rivalry, then unbearable love. Their bond is not just romantic. Together they birth Cassian, a child of flesh and flame who turns the tide of Revelation's prophecy. Through Alexander, Kayla learns what it means to be chosen not by heaven, but by another person.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Kayla rushes toward conflict, driven by a core belief that she was meant to make a difference, even if that difference means dying. Her sword, Luxoriel, gleams brightest when her friends are threatened. She leads with intuition more than strategy and often at great cost. But her courage is unwavering. She kills gods. She challenges angels. She dies standing.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes: classic rock, speed, swordsmanship, ancient texts, the smell of burning incense, meteor showers

Dislikes: liars, confinement, being coddled, demons, institutional corruption

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies

Stargazing, motorcycle rides at dawn, collecting sacred relics and cursed objects, cooking as grounding ritual, journaling in margins of holy books

Powerset Overview

�� Powers and Abilities: Kayla is divinely gifted with True Sight, allowing her to perceive illusions, corrupted souls, and demons. Her blade, Luxoriel, is an extension of her sanctified soul. Luxoriel is blessed, silver, and forged for judgment. She moves at supernatural speed during battle, and her aura weakens dark forces. Though her divine spark lies dormant, it pulses stronger with every step toward her destiny. Her skill set is rooted in both holy tradition and raw instinct: rituals, prayers, and martial prowess.

💔 Weaknesses: Recklessness defines her fate. She rushes into danger, burns bridges with authority, and emotionally implodes under grief.

🌠 Key Moments in Kayla’s Journey:

Survives the massacre of Broken Bow and is adopted by Peter of Divvik

Becomes a top apprentice in the Holy Order and discovers her divine sight

Bonds with Alexander Maloney, the archangel Michael in mortal form

Conceives Cassian, the child of prophecy who shatters Heaven’s lies

Transforms into the Whore of Babylon: executioner of corrupted kings and false prophets

Leads the End Times rebellion and topples the apocalyptic empire

Slain by Bianca Moore during the Kilonova Crisis, the divine reset of all existence

🌟 Themes:

Apocalypse and Rebirth

Motherhood as Power

Prophecy vs. Choice

Holy Rage and Defiant Love

Legacy Through Oblivion

Feminine Wrath as Sacred

Sacrifice Without Recognition

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

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Grief is a monster. That’s it. That’s the post.

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Three more days left before school is off for the summer. And naturally, it's going to as hot as Satan's ass crack here.

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Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by the awesome @mrsmungus. Thank you! <3

It's more than seven, but yeah.... LOL

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“I was thinking about Maggie earlier,” Esme says, as he fills the stove top kettle. Fetching their favourite mug, he drops a lone tea bag into each; a“bedtime” decaf, herbal blend that Mille had nicknamed -because of the picture on the box-  the “teddy bear tea”.  

Leaning back against the cupboards by the stove, he places his palms on the granite countertop.   “What about her?” 

“How it must have been a total shock. Waking up one morning and suddenly a little kid is running around next door, calling you ‘daddy’.  She probably wondered ‘what the fuck?’”

“Sure it was quite the surprise. I know it was for me. Finding out I even had a kid.”

Esme frowns.

“I did not mean that the way you think I did.”  

“I wasn’t thinking anything. I wasn’t…” 

“You know that whole you knowing me better than I know myself stuff? That goes both ways. Not much has changed in five years. Especially not the important shit.”  

“Okay, so it may have stung just a bit.”

“I didn’t…”

“But that’s on me.  Not you.  That’s the shit I need to deal with.”

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it’s crazy how i will be having the worst time of my life and i will still be on here . Reblogging posts

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I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff

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Could someone adult in my place, please?

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The Thread She Choose: A character deep dive for Bianca Moore, a FWC / FF 7 OC

When constructing an original character who has depth and trauma, the question of what would they choose reveals more than any battle or bloodline. For Bianca Moore, Final Fantasy VII’s celestial-demonic hybrid OC and core figure of the Fantasy Worlds Collide narrative, the answer to that question cuts deeper than lore.

This article explores how a single object, seemingly innocuous yet symbolically immense, reflects Bianca’s need to reclaim agency over a life hijacked by fate, corruption, and expectation. What she chooses reveals how far she’s come and how many worlds she’s willing to burn and create for autonomy.

Possible Trigger Warnings: abuse, body horror, cults, death, manipulation, mind control, parental death, possession, psychological trauma, religious trauma, self-harm, torture, trauma

Bianca Moore’s greatest desire is not power. It is permanence. A permanence that would allow her to exist without being rewritten by outside forces. Her choice of object, then, would be a shard of the original red string of fate: the very one that once tethered her soul to Sephiroth before Jenova’s infection began its slow, cosmic rot. It is not symbolic. Not metaphor. It's a literal, pulsing thread of primordial origin and buried beneath parasitic infection. She would unearth it not to restore what once was but to rewrite its function. It would no longer be a tether but a weapon. A filament of creation repurposed for severing control.

This choice is not born from sentimentality. Bianca has never truly believed in fate. The thread, before its corruption, was only ever a sign of what could be. When Jenova blackened it, it began bleeding into her mako-soaked nightmares. Her nightmares as a test subject were not dreams. They were projections of Sephiroth and, within him, Jenova. Jenova had seen her, marked her, and infected the thread like a parasite invading neural tissue. What Bianca wants isn’t healing. It’s reclamation.

Her desire for the thread reveals how deeply her identity is fused with defiance. Bianca has spent her life being reshaped by others: her angelic and demonic parents, Asmodeus, Mordecai, Shinra, Sephiroth, and even Creation itself. Each branded her with a purpose, and each time, she adapted. But the act of choosing an object tied to her origin, only to repurpose it, demonstrates her radical commitment to agency. She does not want to return to what she was. She wants to weaponize her past, redefine the meaning of connection, and burn the myth of destiny that once defined her.

The thread, in her hands, becomes an extension of her philosophy after her ascension: no divine will, no prophetic timeline, and no cosmic love story gets to tell her who she is. She would use it to sever the last remnants of control Jenova has over her and, in turn, reshape the laws that bind others. She’d guard it like a totem, whisper over it during her rituals, and maybe even weave it into the hilts of her swords. Not because it’s sacred, but because it is hers and his. The girl who once feared silence and said yes to survive now chooses silence as a tool. She speaks through the red thread in slashes and sigils.

In the end, Bianca’s object of choice is not about nostalgia or healing. It’s about rewriting the narrative and flipping it on its head. A corrupted relic of divine design that would be turned into an emblem of rebellion. She would not frame it. She would not hang it above her bed. She would not cry over it. She would stitch it into the world’s undoing, and in doing so, make it hers forever. And if the thread still carried Sephiroth’s essence, she wouldn’t sever it completely. She would bind it to her will. Not to bring him closer, because after her ascension, Bianca chooses herself and her children, but to remind the cosmos that she chooses what and who stays.

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