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Edit: this is from uhHh (squints) 6 months ago ish so pardon if me style’s off a tad

(Im still mostly hiatus but like hello all)

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did you guys know that BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) has anime mascots and you can buy merch of them???? And that at Fanime if you cosplayed a transit worker from any series you'd get a 5% discount?? anyway Fanime was an absolute blast, I genuinely forgot that extremely specific vibe anime cons have, but I thrived!! I even got to meet and befriend @manchasama by pure chance!

As always, Ingo is me, and Emmet is my incomparable roommate @stedecore-speedwhore!

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Kinitsugi Chandelure from @manchasama 's anti-mob AU!

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First batch of sketch commissions!!

Thank you to @coffee-craving-canine , @manchasama , and @oreana-galena for commissioning me!! I had a lot of fun doing these and you were all super easy and cool to work with! :]

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Commission for @manchasama of the Subway Twins in the wing au (I don't know specifics but I do know I hadda lotta fun painting wingies!!) Thank you for commissioning me my friend!

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Whumptober Day 24: Fight, Flight or Freeze

I’m not the happiest with how this came out, but it accomplishes what it was meant to. If, somehow, you haven’t already read the Wing AU by @manchasama I would recommend you take a look before reading this ;)

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A surprising number of people didn’t seem to understand how identical twins worked. Most could be pardoned, but there were some that were just so far out there it was absolutely laughable.

In the interest of not confusing those oblivious members of public, Emmet told himself it was for the better that they’d grown up hiding their contrasting wings. Best case scenario, he would have to explain that no, they used to match a long time ago; worst case scenario, someone walked away more confused than they’d started.

He’d since come to terms with the stark difference between himself and his twin; it was something only a select few people would ever see, after all. If they’d decided they were comfortable enough to uncover their wings in front of someone-- which was to say Elesa-- odds were that person already knew how to tell the two of them apart, independent of color scheme. And really, if his wings had stayed black, what would that have meant for the Battle Subway’s aesthetic? The lighter color scheme had been a matter of practicality first and foremost; it was far easier to hide white feathers against a white coat than to try obscuring them against black.

Truthfully, he didn’t even remember much about the period of illness that had triggered the change. Mostly, he remembered their parents’ worried faces and how hot it had been, even when he repeatedly kicked off his covers. There were snatches of Ingo’s voice-- words too foggy to have withstood the test of time, but incredibly upset nonetheless-- and he knew that, when the sickness finally ran its course, he’d woken up to an otherwise empty bedroom. Any further detail had been lost, and by the end of it, his feathers had been dappled with a grey that, slowly, gave way to the white he now carried.

Oh, he’d been so upset back then. Their mother had explained to him that it was perfectly fine; the change didn’t mean he was sick, just that he had been and was better now. Their father had tried the angle that it should be a mark of pride, showing how resilient he’d been. Neither of those had been the issue, but, then again, Emmet was relatively certain he wouldn’t have accepted any argument tried on him. The only thing that he’d tolerated had been the mumbled, “Well I think they’re pretty.” as Ingo clumsily worked through the feathers, buried up to his little wrists.

To an extent, it had been his twin’s easy acceptance that soothed his mind, but also the limited scope. Emmet didn’t care what had caused the difference; he couldn’t understand the intricacies involved or why his illness had led to it, and he had no reason to be proud when he wasn’t even fully aware of how harsh the sickness had been.

An opinion, though-- that was easy. He didn’t have to follow Ingo’s logic; there didn’t even need to be any logic.  If Emmet wanted to, he could disagree, the way he liked tamato berries and Ingo didn’t, where neither of them was wrong.

Funny enough, Ingo eventually came around on tamatos, and Emmet came to accept his white wings.

Part of him, though, had never stopped wanting to match.

His hands combed through feathers, and he tried to figure out what entity might have overheard the long lived wish, which Pokemon might have deliberately misinterpreted it. Not like this-- he’d never wanted Ingo to be the one who retook their symmetry.

There was precious little dark amongst the light greys and whites, and that which existed was on its way out, damaged by time and claws. It was very, very clear that the one responsible for grooming his twin’s wings hadn’t been a human, but Sneasler. Feathers were nicked and tattered, but likely by no fault of the noble’s own; it couldn’t be easy to maneuver with such wickedly long claws. Even though he spotted a blood feather that had been cut and stemmed, it was still better than leaving the wings to wither.

The parts Ingo had been able to reach on his own were better, less frayed by several orders. That the amnesia hadn’t been able to erase the natural urge to preen was a comfort; though there was no evidence to suggest that the impairment might be reversible, that was one tiny bit of hope.

For all the physical damage that existed, plain to see, Emmet’s biggest concern was the shift in attitude. The broken feathers would molt and be replaced, and the color would eventually stabilize. What would be trickier-- far more akin to his own internal crisis as a small, confused child-- was the fact that Ingo had been doing his level best to avoid acknowledging that he had wings, and it… wasn’t difficult to tell why.

The Pearl Clan stared. There was an implicit understanding that the clan was a whole, and Emmet, at least, was an outsider. Maintaining any sort of relationship with them would have relied on blending in as much as possible and, therefore, hiding anything that stood out.

No wonder his brother’s feathers were in such a state. Stranded on the opposite side of the world and lost to time without even a working memory to fall back on, reliant on people who accepted him only once he buried a major facet of his being, and even then seemed wary of the mannerisms that made Ingo himself… Emmet had considered his side of their separation stressful-- he’d even joked, ruefully, to Elesa that the whole thing was going to give him grey feathers-- but not to this extent.

He thought back to the hazy days after his wings had turned, combing the depths of his memory for anything that might offer some measure of solace, and came up empty handed. The underlying issue here wasn’t a matter of cosmetics, it was that Ingo’s view of his wings had changed for the worse. He couldn’t write that off with senseless positivity, and any contrasting opinion he could offer would come across as an empty platitude at best.

There was something he could do, though-- maybe not here and now, but a step forward once they got home. He decided right then that he would stop covering his own wings up, would prove to Ingo that not everyone judged so harshly.

In the meantime, he let his hands sink into the dappled feathers, wrist deep.

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#5

Eh why not.  This was actually the first idea I wrote down, and I still like it.  :>

So many reunions have Emmet running up to Ingo and hugging the life out of him.  Good!  I love!  But what if

Need the vague setup of Ingo has Returned.  He is aware that it feels like home, but his memories are still kaputz.  The lingering feelings of having lived years in a haze, building new memories off of nothing and how empty and lonely it was.

His feet are taking him through the streets automatically.  If he doesn't think about it, it comes naturally, but when he notices he becomes lost again.  It is night, few people around, no one seems to be paying him much mind.  It's that time of night where…something is over.  He doesn't know what. (hint: subway shutting down for the night)

Looks up to see a man exiting a building.  Probably saluting a goodbye to someone.  And Ingo just…he runs.  He doesn't know this man, but nothing could stop him now.  There are tears in his eyes because he is so close and he still doesn't /know/ or /understand/ but.

There is a brief flash of eyes as the other turns around just before Ingo barrels into him, hugging him as tight as he can.  The other man is frozen against him, not hugging back, but also not pushing away.

"I am Emmet."

And how that name /clicks/ in Ingo's mind.

"Yes!" he replies, hugging tighter, more tears streaming down his face.  It is Emmet, and now he knows this.

"You are Ingo"

"Yes!"  Louder, because it's true, because Ingo can feel Emmet moving against him, arms starting to raise.  

"Ingo is…here" 

"Yes!"  Because Ingo is home.  And Emmet is hugging him, wailing because his brother has returned.

(Later Emmet can't stop bawling, and Ingo can't stop beaming despite his own tears)

240 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#4

Ah midnight.  The perfect time to come up with new ideas.

Rather surprised not to have seen this variant myself but!

In which Emmet too loses his memories.  That's it, that's all.  No getting eeby deebied.  Just, when Ingo vanishes, Emmet can't remember where he is, who these people are, etc.  He knows his name, knows something is missing, but that's it. 

And you think it would be easy, right?  All these people around him are there to remind him, there's so much physical proof of the memories.  Except he can't retain the information.  Yes, he'll listen intently as Elesa explains their history together.  He'll get flashes of familiarity.  He'll look away from her face for just a moment, and by the time he's looked back he has no idea who he's looking at again.  Sometimes the memories stay longer, but it's disheartening.

Emmet also keeps wandering off.  He knows something is missing, but he's just so uncomfortable staying in a place he does not recognize.  So many people paying him attention, claiming they know him, and yet his mind remains blank.  He does not like the sensation of being nothing, when he has no memories.  All he knows is he needs to leave, to search.

How long do they try to keep him there?  A few months, perhaps.  Most specialists agree that being around familiar faces and places might help with his missing memories.  There's also the issue of the missing Ingo.  Everyone assumes that's what Emmet insists he's missing.  But like the rest of his memories, Emmet has no memory of his brother.  

So after the months of a disheartening lack of progress, of Emmet returning to this blank slate after every conversation, they just…let him leave.  There's no one really with the authority to make him stay, and the one most interested in his well-being…

It's been the roughest time of Elesa's life.  She's lost both her best friends, even though one of them is right in front of her.  She tries to hard to keep a positive attitude, to keep hoping that /this/ time Emmet will remember something, that a clue to Ingo's whereabouts will be found.  But she's at the end of what she can handle on her own.  Skyla has been as supportive as she could be, but Elesa /missed/ her honorary brothers.

When Emmet goes missing /again/, she runs after him, as she always does.  Tracks him down, where he's already on the outskirts of Nimbasa, steadily plodding his way along.  Her heart /breaks/ when he turns unrecognizing eyes on her, and she snaps.  She's done with this. 

(In the back of her mind, she'd noticed.  Notices that Emmet would remember the occasional traveler he ran into, since the Incident.  It was subconscious at best, but it led her to her current actions.)

Maybe she or Emmet have a pocket knife, or just some cutting implement.  She grabs it and hacks at her hair, cutting off the long tresses.  She tosses aside the coat that she treasured, and she grabs at Emmet's jacket.  She's not /Elesa/, no.  She's Ella.  Just a trainer.  Just a traveler.

And Emmet…doesn't forget that.  He starts talking to her again.  Remembers meeting her on the road.  So long as she doesn't connect to anything that was "Elesa", he doesn't forget.

She hadn't intended on leaving her life behind.  Still, she doesn't regret it.  At least this way she can still help and support Emmet.  She can still look for Ingo.  

The Nimbasa Trio is gone.

(With obligatory they absolutely do find Ingo and restore everyone's memories.  Happy endings are a must.)

263 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

#3

Let’s do another one then.

So I definitely have a habit of daydreaming where a fanfic might be going, or where I wished it would have gone instead.  That happened recently I think in combination of reading We Will Always Have Each Other and Detours so...yeah.

So many fics have someone "talk sense" into Emmet instead of letting him rush to his brother's side.  And sure sometimes they do let him rush over, but it's usually somehow more local, not across continents or anything.  So I guess what I'm saying is I'm going to steal that idea of a local Sinnoh broadcast of "do you know this man"

And boy howdy, did they not expect what happened next.

See, people have been looking for a hint of Ingo since the disappearance.  You have the important, high up friends, reaching out to other important, high up friends.  The search didn't go too far out of Nimbasa and the Unova region, but there were some people who were aware of what happened.  But more importantly, trainers, adventurers, travelers.  They most assuredly know, and travel the globe.

It starts slow.  A friend calls a friend in Unova, passing on a link to the news segment.  Word spreads quickly among the people as excitement builds.  Could it be?  Some gym leader pings the local gym leader, asking if this wasn't the brother they'd asked them to look out for so long ago?  After that word travels to Emmet immediately.

And there's no pause.  There's no stopping.  No one needs to be told, no one needs to ask questions.  Emmet just starts running out of the Subway, coat flapping behind him.  In the streets people are starting to gather, starting to make their way to transports, excitedly talking in groups, passing the word on faster and further.  

As Emmet burst out of the subway, there's cheers, cries, encouragement.  People running along side him, clearing the path in front of him, all wanting to help, to be there for one of their beloved Subway Masters.  And the Pokemon trainers rally, those with flying pokemon swooping in and calling out.  Not even pausing to land, just reaching out a beseeching hand.  And Emmet leaps, is lifted, up into their arms and into the sky, a small procession heading for the other continent.

(Behind them, people pour onto trains, onto travel pokemon, any means possibly and begin heading for Sinnoh.  They need to greet one of their own, welcome him back from where he'd been.)

The flight is long, and tiring for a pokemon carrying two.  Others offer to take over, Emmet letting himself fall from one and onto another.  Such a danger they'd normally never allow, but they can't stop.  Not when everyone had been waiting for this moment for so long.

They land at the hospital, and there's no need to ask who Emmet is.  It's wildly obvious.  He's let through, police waved away so as not to interfere, and he finally can reunite with his brother.

There's some roadblocks.  Ingo doesn't remember it all, after all.  How can he slot back into a space and a world that has moved on without him?  But he's there, and that means more than anything at this point.  

Emmet just laughs, incredulous.  What does Ingo mean?  No one has forgotten him.  And outside, people begin arriving, anxious to see Ingo alive and well.  Sinnoh is invaded by Unovians who have waited years for their beloved Subway Master to return.

Have you seen this man?  Yes, says Unova, we have.  And we welcome him home.

342 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#2

There is a legend in Unova.  It takes place long ago, during the war of the descendants of the twin heroes, when Reshiram and Zekrom tore apart the land after being pitted against each other despite the brothers' reconciliation.  For so long, the region had been torn apart by the battling dragons, until one day, finally, the dragons' rage had settled.  The battlefield was filled with the silence of death, the survivors shaken as they emerge to survey the ravaged land. 

Reshiram and Zekrom turned to the survivors, cursing the ones who'd driven them to this level of destruction.  They were forced to wear the markings of the dragons, physical reminders of the harm they'd caused the region, forever keeping them apart from their fellow humans and partner pokemon alike.  Their features were twisted into parodies of the dragons' traits, faces elongated into muzzles, feathers or fur covering their skin, claws and horns and teeth that were frightening to behold.  

The descendants had retreated, hiding their guilt and their shame.  They'd avoided others, kept to themselves as they passed down the lesson learned, to never let their pride and ambition cause harm to the world.  Over the years, as peace reigned and the descendants continued to uphold the truth and ideals they had learned through the terrible battle, as generations were born, lived, and died, the curse slowly began to wane.  The lesson had been learned, after all.  None of the family line ever held their personal ambitions against another in strife.  

Slowly the physical reminders stopped appearing on new children.  Slowly they were able to reintegrate with the nearby villages.  Eventually the traits only showed up in the rare case of twins being born.  Sometimes it was just sharper nails and teeth, other times it was horns curling out of the fluffy hair.  While it stopped being seen so much as a curse, they were always careful to keep the traits hidden.  Perhaps out of shame, or perhaps just not wanting to deal with the comments and curiosity that would surely arise.

The story continues to be passed down, though none know anymore how much of it was true.  Still, the story lives on, just in case.

Ingo and Emmet were born with wings.

Whether or not the legend was true, they don't have any particular extra powers.  There are other twins in the region, and perhaps some of them have minor tells as well, but Ingo and Emmet definitely have the most dramatic feature.  These days there's no particular stigma about the "curse" either, as it's more of an urban legend that's not taken seriously.  Still, their parents decide it's not worth the trouble of answering questions about it and have the boys hide their wings.

(It's a sort of an open secret.  It's not flaunted, but it is hard to keep two rambunctious children from hiding something that to them is perfectly natural.  So long as no one comments, there's nothing strange about it.  Besides, the boys are delightful, polite and energetic.  How could anyone hate the rays of sunshine?)

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"Emmet, sweetie, hold still for just another moment," his mother chided gently as she worked his arm into the sleeve of his jacket.  He did his best, contenting himself with rubbing his fingers along the cuff of the sleeve that was already on as she finished fussing with the other arm.  He could feel his wings tight against his back, the jacket wrapped snug around him in a comforting pressure.  

Finally, his mother was satisfied and let him go with a pat on his head, turning her attention to Ingo.  "Alright sir, your turn."  She shook out the other jacket that had been draped over her arm, holding it out to his brother.  Ingo's wings fluffed out as he hopped forward eagerly, then flattened down as he turned his back to her and held out his arms. Laughing softly, she began helping him into his clothes as well.

Excitement bubbled in Emmet's chest.  Today was family trip day.  They were going to go all the way to the city!  There would be so many new things to see!  He bounced on his heels, his arms flapping out at his sides in time with each bounce.  After a moment, his mother stood up and moved away, and Emmet turn his attention back on Ingo.  Like him, Ingo began to bounce on his heels, matching Emmet's movement as they waited for their parents to finish getting ready.

Their jackets were long, reaching down to calf level.  At that length, the majority of their wings were hidden beneath it, easily explainable as a second layer.  Sometimes it was stuffy to wear them, but mostly Emmet didn't mind.  He liked the way they flapped around when they moved, swirling around his legs or flaring if he turned abruptly enough.  

"Alright boys, we're ready to head out," their father said at last.  Finally!  "But first, remember the rules?"  

"Yes!" Ingo burst out immediately. 

"Yes!" Emmet echoed, nodding eagerly.  They did know this!  

In unison, they recited, "Stay together, don't leave your sight, don't take off our jackets, and have fun!"  Ingo was so loud on the last word that Emmet's ears were ringing, but he didn't care.  His face was aching with how big he was smiling.

"Good job.  And if anyone asks any questions you don't want to answer?"

"It's none of their business!" Emmet said, raising a hand high as he laughed.

"Emmet," Ingo scolded.  "That's rude.  We're supposed to go get mom or dad and not talk to strangers."

Their mother giggled, snagging Emmet's raised hand and dropping a kiss on it.  "Well, you're both right.  It is none of their business, but you should come straight to us if anything happens."

Emmet tugged his hand away with an emphatic, "Gross!"  Then he reached out, Ingo's hand meeting him halfway.  He swung their hands between them happily.  "I want to ride the ferris wheel."

"We're ready for departure!" Ingo said smartly.

"Then let's go!"

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Growing up, Ingo and Emmet got into the habit of keeping their wings hidden under long jackets and the like.  It wasn't that they hated their wings or anything.  Their parents would often take them into the wilderness on camping trips where they could stretch their wings and fly about if they wanted.  It just never interested them much.  It was easier to keep them hidden away from any wayward stares or questions.  

(One of the things they enjoyed doing was preening each others wings.  It was relaxing, allowing them to take care of their sibling and be taken care of in return.  They liked being well groomed and professional in the rest of their life, this was just another extension of that.)

(Perhaps the wings are also why they got in the habit of the Naruto run, lol~  Have you ever tried to run with a pack on?  While not fully equivalent, there are some similarities.  You have extra weight on your back, it's easier and more stabilizing to hook your hands into the straps as you run.  So they don't pump their arms, they keep them steady and don't shift the weight on their back from side to side.)

As they got older, they got better at their disguises, learning how to move and dress to minimize any telltale signs of the wings beneath their clothes.  And of course when they became the subway masters, they designed their jackets to be the perfect camouflage.  The high collars covered the bump of the wings that were above their shoulders, the length keeping the mass of the wings beneath them looking like a feather layer, and the colors matching.

They also devised a new game they could play, that doubled as part of their duties for the subway.  While the open skies didn't call them, the subway tunnels did.  And they did need to do the occasional inspection of the lines, after hours when the rest of the workers went home.  It was actually Ingo who thought it up, though Emmet took every chance to challenge his brother thereafter.  The game was a race, where they were able to use their wings to perform tight maneuvers, propelling themselves forward as fast as the could, keeping the glide for as long as they could before being forced to touch down, going at honestly reckless speeds in their fervor.  

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450 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I was thinking about @hoofpeet​‘s latest stuff on Emmutt, as I do when my hands are busy and my mind is wandering.  And I just thought like

What would Emmet’s interactions with Emmutt be like once they return?  Would he be blasé like Ingo?  Would he be angry like Zingo and Chandelure? 

And I feel he is savvy enough with all sorts of pokemon that once he has the real deal Ingo, he can forgive a lot of the bad behavior.  It tips over into the “here’s my horrible pet isn’t he funny” like Ingo does.

However!  I also thought that like, Emmet had a tough time while Ingo was gone.  He struggled a lot, kept going, and got his bro back in the end.  So he’s doing much better now!  Still, that doesn’t mean there aren’t bad days.  Days where the feelings of loss still spring up.

Emmutt has been trying to get back under Emmet’s skin whenever he can, but the brothers are just too alike in how they treat him.  When he notices Emmet looking run-down and sad (and probably sleep deprived, because that’s never good for one’s mental health), he sees an opportunity.  And he digs in deep, almost as bad as that first encounter, hoping to get a good reaction out of Emmet.

(They don’t realize Ingo and Zingo are nearby, the former bristling at the bad behavior, and the latter smug that Emmutt’s about to get a scolding.)

And Emmet just sort of laughs a little, and is like, “You can’t hurt me worse than Zingo did (by accident) when we first met.”  Then he wanders off to find Elesa to sleep on bc that’s what he does to feel better when he’s moody over Ingo’s disappearance.

It’s an instant triple K.O.

Emmutt is insulted to immovability at the implication that Zingo is better at being a hellion than he is.  Zingo is devastated because she didn’t mean to hurt Emmet, she really didn’t!  (He knows this and wouldn’t have said so to her face, at least not anymore.)  And Ingo is shot with the misplaced guilt over his absence hurting Emmet so much.

(Part of this was also because initially Zingo was supposed to torment Emmet, until she turned into the best pupper who tries very hard.  Still, even if it wasn’t intentional, Emmet had so many Issues because of her.)

*hand waves*  Hoofpeet does such angsty things with a touch of humor.  It’s hard to put it in writing, but it’s not meant to be bad, just a miscommunication of errors.

540 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

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🦀 time for crab 🦀

What’s that coming over the dash? Is it a monster? No. It’s just a crab 🦀

today i summoned 300 crabs! i caught 15 💰 of them. i became friends with 7 🌼 of them.

group picture!!!

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just me and my crab army *clack clack clack* 🦀

Crabs read alt text! (I summoned 300 off the bat and tried to scroll my feed.) Thanks @manchasama

[rainyfroggy]

Another commission for @manchasama

Thank you so much! I had fun with this! the idea of wing grooming and taking care of the feathers is so sweet!

[spectra-bear]

I don't always go off on an essay rant on posts i like, but when i do, it's because they are FANTASTIC! :> Glad you saw my comments, I really truly think it was wonderful and will keep me filled with warm fuzzies for weeks. Get some sleep!

love how we both thought of leaving each other an ask merely minutes apart, absolute syncing right there

[nartothelar]

commission for @manchasama: a scene from their road trip au, with the boys reunited at the end of their journeys!

[kooriicolada]

Oh geeze you know I have to. Seph/Cloud -Meter of how dangerous your soulmate is

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It's more than a little disappointing.  The meter tracing up the inside of Sephiroth's wrist has been set at a low, cool green-blue since he can remember.  At first it had meant little to him.  Hojo had told him it was unimportant, and that to a specimen of his caliber should be ignored.  But then Angeal and Genesis had come along and he'd learned more about it, more about how deep a soulbond could be.  He could see how close it drew them, how much joy they found in watching their meters rise as they matched each other in growing strength.

Blow by blow it tied them closer and closer.

Sephiroth had found himself craving that, and the disappointment in the cool, unthreatening color of his own tore at him more than he cared to admit.

It was only one more piece of fuel on the conflagration of his anger. When it erupted, Nibelheim burned.

Too caught up in his own madness and rage, Sephiroth never noticed the little meter go from cool blue-green to achingly vivid red as Cloud's hands wrapped around the blade of Masamune where it entered his torso.

Extra: The Counter Crisis AU version

The helicopter skimmed low over jungle thick treetops: Mideel was a green expanse below them.  The coast was near enough that he could see water glinting off the ocean in a thin, distant line. It was galling that he was being called in for this: A bunch of mad hippogriffs.  Hewould have thought that a company of security personnel lead by Zack would have been more than enough.

Sephiroth supposed he didn't mind the opportunity to take out his unending restlessness on them.  He also supposed that this was the reason he was on stand-by after all.

Another pulse of sharp warmth radiated up from his wrist and he frowned.  It had been last night when it had started.  The sharp bloom of heat was painful enough to make even him hiss in surprise.  The soulmark, the meter of his soulmate's power, had gone from cool green-blue to a searing red, sudden and shocking.

What his apparent soulmate had done to themselves he couldn't even begin to fathom.

Sephiroth's hair was jerked by wind as the helicopter door was opened.  Before the pilot could say anything, Sephiroth leapt from the helicopter.  As soon as he hit the ground in the clearing below there was a rush of motion and then he was locking blades.  The face across from him was creased in determined desperation, brows knit and blue eyes half-wild.

And wearing a trooper uniform.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together and get the idea that someone had suddenly come into a lot of power.  Sephiroth's mouth tilted into a smile, something victorious and roaring rising through him.

Across from blue eyes widened. Yes, this one was his.

[kitsunebaba]

So I did a thing

Counter Crisis is my fave FFVII fic and being the huge nerd I am, I’ve been collaborating with our lovely Koorii and Sama to turn it into an audio book!

At long last it is up to date and so I feel comfortable posting!

This is my first podfic so be gentle on the beginning. I do get better, I promise. This has been years in the making!

Hope everyone enjoys!!!

[chantillyxlacey]

For that first sentence prompt meme: "The rain wasn't Vivi's favorite weather, but it had its perks."

The fleeting smell of the dry-baked earth soaking it in was one– one of her favorite scents that nothing ever managed to replicate, no matter how hard they tried to sell themselves as genuine petrichor.

Listening to it falling was a second: the gentle sound that both had and lacked a distinct rhythm and almost sounded like words if she tweaked her imagination enough.

The opportunity to share an umbrella with Lewis or Arthur was the best of them all, though. It was unwieldy and generally didn’t do much to keep them from getting wet at all, but then the point wasn’t to stay dry– the point was just being close. 

Sure they didn’t need excuses to tuck against each other, or loop an arm around each others’ waists, or close the already meager distance between them to steal a kiss– but it was nice to have one anyway.