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Me: You have to stop crying and get out of bed and deal with this. Link would. Me: I have played those games and Link absolutely would not willingly get out of bed.

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Happy Birthday, Ardyn! Been working on this one on and off for what feels like an eternity! These brothers gonna go exploring some more ruins together while hopefully avoiding their caretakers.

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I still can't stop thinking about The First Soldier, and that shot of Lucrecia, Hojo, Hollander, Gillian, and what I assume is a smooth-shaven Gast all in the same room, working on the same project together.

For Gillian and Lucrecia to both be there, Grimoire was probably only very recently dead. No wonder Lucrecia's just standing there when everyone else is having a meltdown over their horrifying failure.

I didn't enjoy that game, but man do I wish they had expanded dramatically on those five seconds of footage.

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he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured

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Chapter 2.1, finally! For the folks still reading despite there only being one chapter a year, sincerest thank yous, and I hope you enjoy this little interactions I've looked forward to drawing for a long, long time.

Earlier installments are here on Tumblr under this tag but the easiest way to read would be on AO3.

As always, thoughts and comments appreciated!

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"Untamed"

Please be nice, Tumblr and don't flag it D:

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a broken elegy

for @gengealweek2025

Genesis wanders his mournful way into a forgotten church, and fifty years after finds himself bitting into much more than what he bargained for.

Day 7 - [Muscle Memory]

In a way, Angeal realizes, he stands at a grave.

Ten years after the reunion in the ruins of what had once been home, the tree has grown rather well, while Shinra died a slow but sure death. He often joked that Sephiroth had been the last thing keeping it from falling, just as much as the old company had sucked the life out of his friend.

If Sephiroth looks well these days, it’s definitely because he’s away from the cage that once held him.

Underneath the tree’s shade, Genesis seems to be doing just as well.

Come to think of it, various parts of him came to pass; he’s no longer the man who would make cruel remarks, who wouldn’t think twice before hurting him, both physically and emotionally. But he can no longer be the wanderer who experienced the world for a thousand years, only to spend half a century caring for a grave of sorts, even if he remembers it. Even if he had to explicitly state that he was back, that they met again, just as he said they maybe could.

Genesis can’t really be just one or another.

[Read it fully on AO3!]

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a broken elegy

for @gengealweek2025

Genesis wanders his mournful way into a forgotten church, and fifty years after finds himself bitting into much more than what he bargained for.

Day 6 - [Joining the Dots]

All this time and he could have simply gone home?

It’s a bit hard to believe, but at this point anything may just be better than waiting for Hollander. Heh. Genesis can’t help but wonder if Shinra’s got a hold of that old man while they’re making their way through these ruins. What would he even think, if he knew that the answer hadn’t been so far from them all this time?

The thought of it makes Genesis want to bite something. Angeal, perhaps.

(How come the two of them never knew, before?)

The place he’s taken to is over six feet under; it’s where he’s buried his simple hopes and dreams of younger years, when things were much simpler. When all he had to worry about was pleasing his parents and praying he could be enough for them. When his only real trouble had been worrying if they ever cared.

Well… with their betrayal and death by his own might, he supposes he’ll just never know the answer to that question.

Rapier’s blade pierces the ground nearby.

Genesis freezes and stops on his tracks to double check if he’s still carrying his own sword with him. He is… so this is a double. A battered one, at that. Perhaps one of the copies…? No, he made sure that none of them would be the same as him, that he could never be replaced, so that perhaps he would never be forgotten, either.

And yet… there it is. A second Rapier…

[Read it fully on AO3!]

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Wore Chaos wings and Cait Sith ears/crown to a costume party after work. Of course I did.

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I got apple as well! I think this thing's broken? 🤭

Thank for tagging @laurelindis

I'm a apple. xD

I'm tag my bro @hyruleairbnb and everyone who wants to join in.

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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a broken elegy

for @gengealweek2025

Genesis wanders his mournful way into a forgotten church, and fifty years after finds himself bitting into much more than what he bargained for.

Day 4 - [Just a Scrape]

Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing.

Going back to Genesis — hot-headed, coated in a layer of revenge and rivaling Sephiroth’s previous obsession with Masamune, with the way he recites Loveless — feels like some sort of fever dream. It’s the way Genesis acts so smug, mocking him for trying to be on any other side but his. It’s the way there’s no longer any shame about Genesis’ disregard for things and life in general.

It’s in how he feels to Angeal a lot like his dreams back in Robio: violent and vile, once the nature of the illusion had been exposed.

Maybe… This has stopped being about the cure a long time ago.

Even when Genesis gets exactly what he wants — killing Hojo, mostly for Hollander’s sake — he’s still dissatisfied. After all, what’s there to really gain from it, after it’s said and done?

Hojo’s archives are completely useless to finding a cure, of course.

The stiffness on his left shoulder can’t cease. There are still cracks in his skin, white streaks in his hair and death in his eyes.

And even so, Angeal doesn’t try to hurt him back as they fight, from the lab to the Shinra building’s rooftop.

How could he?

[Read it fully on AO3!]

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summerfall studio, aka david gaider's indie studio in melbourne, aka the studio that brought you stray gods: the role playing musical, is kickstarting their next game.

i worked on this one a bit too, contributing about a third of the deck artwork in this deckbuilder. go check it out and pledge!

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a broken elegy

for @gengealweek2025

Genesis wanders his mournful way into a forgotten church, and fifty years after finds himself bitting into much more than what he bargained for.

Day 3 - [Birds of a Feather]

A monster.

That’s not exactly the wrong way to put it.

Neither of them are necessarily human, in the traditional sense. People usually don’t have wings. People usually don’t have their genetic makeup easily copied onto another person, erasing that person’s identity completely and sometimes turning the result into sad looking, mindless abominations.

Not to mention Hollander had been taking his cells as well, against his will.

Genesis’ copies were still humanoid, at least, even at their worst.

Every single one they made with Angeal’s cells had been a monster.

Who is to say the source isn’t one as well?

[Read it fully on AO3!]

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many such cases