#sephi lock

[spilladabalia]

Hairband - Unconscious Rivals

[gazkerber]

Some Final Fantasy VI sketch requests that I've made for patrons on Patreon recently ❤

[ocarinaofpride]

my ffxiv wol has an alluring charm not even emet selch can resist Hes that badass (actual dumbass but its ok) (he actually has major beef with him but when he got to see emet in the past its like getting in his pants was his main goal God please strike him down) i hope you guys like him. everyone loving him is his main schtick okay He is self aware about how much people wanna kiss him. fuck you sephi. get a job. you dont deserve to be the warrior of light

[oneforthemunny]

don’t talk to me. thinking about rockstar!eddie.

thinking about rockstar!eddie who decided to do a gig in london two days before christmas. you didn’t want him to go. it’s persephone’s first christmas, but he’s adamant he’ll be back.

“babe, i’m taking the red eye back to la. one stop at jfk and i’ll be home. i promise.” he’s so smooth with his words, you believe him.

so you stay home with your baby. wayne flies in, farrah, too. you get the phone call as expected, thinking eddie’s just calling to tell you he’s boarding.

oh, no.

“what?”

“all of ‘em are grounded, baby. the airports fuckin’ on a lock down.” eddie’s voice is tight and you can picture him. chain smoking, leaned up against a telephone wall, free hand grabbing a his hair. “i’m-i’m doing everything i can. the pilot said as soon as he gets the all clear, we can go, but…”

he can’t bring himself to say it. so you say it for him. “but you’re missing christmas.” your voice wobbles, barely whispering into the phone. “you’re missing sephy’s first christmas.”

“i’m- fuck- i’ll be there, ok?” the crack in his own voice, swallowed with pain, regret- fuck, why did he take this gig? “i’m not going to miss it, baby. i swear to god, i’ll fly this fuckin’ plane myself to get to you.” you know he’s joking, but is he? the sincerity in his voice makes you wonder.

“i’ll be home for christmas. i’m going to be home. just a little later than i thought.”

it’s close- too close for your own comfort. sometime in the early hours of the next night, the early morning of christmas eve, eddie sneaks in beside you. how sephy didn’t hear in her little bassinet beside your bed, you’re not sure, you’d blame the white sound machine.

“you’re home.” you croak, groggy with sleep and emotions, blinking into the dark of the room.

“i’m home.” eddie nods, sinking into the mattress beside you. “told you i’d be home.” he mutters, lips ghosting over the warm, sleep flushed skin of your cheek.

“d’ya fly the plane?” you grin, settling into his grasp, arms tight and secure around you.

“no, they wouldn’t let me. you believe that?” eddie snorted lightly, ringless hand sliding down your hips. “i wouldn’t miss this. you know that. first christmas. you knew i’d be here.”

“yeah.” you hum, lids heavy with sleep. “never doing that again though. tell them to fuck off next time. wanting to have you that close to christmas.” you scoff.

and he does. makes sure his agent puts it in his contract so he can always make sure he’s home for christmas.

[philistiniphagottini]

When I tell you I'm frothing at the mouth. I adore your writing so much, you are so damn talented I am feral

If I may (and feel free to ignore me if the inspo doesn't hit) can I request possessive Sephiroth pussy slapping his beloved and fucking them stupid and cock drunk 👉👈

- (just gonna slap a snake here if that's okay)🐍

Hi Anon! Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate that you like my writing so much. The inspiration did hit and I did my best with the prompts you gave me, I hope you enjoy~

cw. smut, penetrative sex, pussy slapping, creampie, squirting, female reader, MDNI

A warm purr stirred in Sephiroth’s chest, his voice dripping from his parted lips like cloyingly sweet honey. The sound made you squirm beneath him, breath catching in your throat as a pleasant tingle rippled down your spine and pooled into the pit of your stomach. Your kiss swollen lips parted as you took a shuddering breath, struggling to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence. 

"Sephi-"

Your words were cut off by a loud shriek and a wet, resounding slap that cut through the stuffy air of your bedroom. A loud whine tore from your bruised lips, soused lashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as your lover landed a swift strike on your wet and pulsing cunt. Your dripping pussy fluttered around his dizzyingly thick girth, swallowing filthily around his swollen cock as beads of arousal dripped down your quaking thighs. Another warm sound stirred in Sephiroth’s throat as he bumped his hips into yours, your creamy folds parting around the prod of his cock as your plush insides turned to mush around the shape of him. The tips of your ears burned red hot as you sputtered, incoherent babbles laying heavy on your tongue as he lazily swatted your pussy again, the palm of his hand landing a direct hit on the sensitive, slick pearl of your clit. 

"Hmm, did you say something?" Sephiroth asked, his voice barely above a husky whisper.

You shook your head, knotting your fingers into the sweat soaked sheets beneath you as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You stuffed your bottom lip between your teeth, stifling the pathetic whimper that tried to crawl out of the back of your throat as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. You idly chewed on the peeling skin clinging to the corners of your mouth as Sephiroth’s long fingers played with the silky folds of your pussy, spreading the puffy lips apart as your arousal webbed between his digits like the soft dewdrops at dawn. A ghost of a smile tilted his lips as you struggled beneath him, pleasantly helpless to the onslaught of bliss that was wrought upon your sumptuous body. Your soft tits bounced with every breath you took, the pink tips of your nipples pebbling with arousal as you canted your hips forward, determined to meet each slow thrust that threatened to tear your body asunder. Wisps of silver hair curled around your stomach as Sephiroth leaned forward, nudging his cock a little deeper into the tight hug of your pussy and carving a path that made stars swirl in your vision. 

Your nails raked across the bed sheets, threatening to tear holes in the fabric as long locks of silver spilled over your shoulders like the soft cascade of a waterfall. You could feel Sephiroth moving intimately beneath your skin, a soft bump forming in your belly as the hot knot inside of you twisted unbearably tight. You inhaled sharply, body trembling and back arching as Sephiroth’s fingers curled around your chin, tipping your head in his direction until you could feel his warm breath puffing against your searing skin. You stared in his ethereal gaze with dazed eyes, your head stuffed full with cotton and heart thundering in your ears as his lips drew so tantalisingly close that you could almost taste him in the back of throat with each wavering breath of his scent that curled in your lungs. He swiped his thumb over your trembling bottom lip, forcing you to release it from the pinch of your teeth as drool started to drip from your mouth. 

"Louder, little dove" Sephiroth said. "I wish to hear you. Let me know who you belong to."

He raised his hand and landed another lazy slap to your sopping pussy. You whined loudly as the palm of his hand made contact with the tightly packed bundle of nerves sitting pretty at the top of your pussy, the bud flushing to life as your swollen cunt clenched around him. He held your head firm when it tried to roll back, fingers squished into your round cheeks as hot pants stemmed from your lips and you continued to whine from his tortuous touch. The pace of his hips only increased a fraction, still slow enough to make your insides burn and make your toes flex and curl hard into the soles of your feet. Your eyelids grew heavy as you struggled to stay focused, mind melting out of your ears as you felt the head of his fat cock kissing your cervix with every firm push of his hips. Another whine fell from your spit-soaked lips and Sephiroth slapped your pussy harder, your clit tingling with numbness as you grew closer and closer to the edge. 

You moaned his name with a heady slur and you felt so drunk on his cock you could swear you were feeling of sense of sentience start to leave you as he kept your eyes locked in a trance. You couldn’t look away no matter how hard you try as he intimately ripped you apart at the seams, otherworldly eyes threatening to devour you whole as they burned like the coals of a furnace. The soft insides of your thighs were sticky with beads of arousal as they slipped down your legs, your pussy pulsing as your voice stung in your throat. 

"That’s it, that’s my good girl" Sephiroth crooned, the edges of his voice laced with just a hint of condescension at the poor helpless creature that was making a mess under him. 

Your feet dug into the beautiful dip of his back as he rutted his hips, your body trembling along with the violent shake of the bed frame as you teetered just on the edge. Your blood was boiling in your veins as Sephiroth landed one last harsh slap on your puffy pussy, fireworks sparking in your stomach as your world exploded around you. The hot coil in your stomach shattered, bursting forth into white hot euphoria that flooded your veins with relief. Your plush walls squeezed around Sephiroth's cock so tight it felt like you were trying to strangle him, slippery walls struggling as your slick juices squirt from your core. He groaned as thin threads of translucent fluid dripped down his abdomen and strong thighs, hips stuttering as he buried the head of his cock against the opening of your womb. Your clit kicked weakly against the heel of his warm palm, your orgasm still sinking its sharp teeth in you as he began to unravel. Thick ropes of white painted your insides, his viscous seed filling your soft belly with each pump of his hips, cock pulsing and twitching as your greedy pussy continued to squeeze around him until you were stuffed with his creamy load.

"Good girl" Sephiroth praised once more, trailing butterfly kisses along your jaw as he lazily bumped his hips into yours.

You sighed in content beneath him as his cock continued to gently bully your soft spot, hands tangling in his soft locks of hair as he caught your lips in a searing kiss. He swallowed your hungry cries as he pried open the seam of your lips, sucking on your tongue and lapping at your saliva as pearls of his orgasm slipped down your thighs in thick rivulets. The tips of his fingers tingled as they toyed with your messy cunt, prodding at the spot where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture as his cock continued to twitch inside your soused walls. The way you squirmed beneath him indicated your desire for more, his lips twitching into a smile as you nibbled on the bruised skin of his lips.

"Hmm, still flowing like a river" he said between sloppy, unrefined kisses. "Does my pretty girl still want more of my cock? How greedy."

[justm3di0cr3]

Fav blog on tumblr and why 👀 (being moots dont count)

Sorry anon I got multiple (sequence means nothing)

-> @midnightmah07 : She is actually so sweet and understanding, plus her oc x canon makes me scream into my pillow because they are just that cute. Her art style is so unique too and I love how distinct it is. She was also one of the first blogs i got introduced to on tumblr so i feek like i continued using it because of that since my anon-ed interactions wuth her always felt genuine

-> @4necdote : GREAT👏 WRITER👏She was actually my inspiration to start writing myself and It really helped ne improve so I owe that to her. Besides again, the sweetest person ever cuz me crying because of smth nice she said isn't allat uncommon. Also her aesthetics are always top-tier.

-> @natsukishinomiyaswife : Great writer part 2 because her fics have caused me to need to go outside for fresh air and try not to scream my lungs out. Not to mention, she is very giving when it comes to her mutuals and cares alot about ppl who support her work (isn't prideful at all when lowkey she has a right to be cuz wdym u wrote all that... I thought it was some hidden masterpiece literature.. )

-> @boopshoops Ok can yall blame me for adding dear shoopy here? This feels like an unnecessary explanation because the quality of her art and writing speaks for itself. Another person who is so giving towards the community cuz I will never forget her taking as much ocs she could and making that 40 hour piece. I would've cried if that were me. Bailed half way so gotta pat her on the back for that motivation.

-> @oya-oya-okay : recently got introducted to her but I've seen their blog alot on my feed as a Black butler and twst fan. Somehow her art of azul is tolerable so much so that i dont scream roach when I see him on their blog but this isnt about 🔵, it's about Oya whose art and oc x canon are just pookiest, wookiest, cutest things I've seen. They are at 2,000 followers FOR A REASON 👏

-> @skibidibabygirl : i love her sm chat... Sobs. She is so fun and sweet to talk toand if you have interacted with her yknow what im talking about. The first time i saw her art, i ended up staring at it for a hot minute and I have a certain attachment to her ocs and blog. Plus as a POC, her to go above and beyond to make her ocs representative is commendable.

-> @twtysevapr : HAVE YOU ALL SEEN HER ART?? ITS THE PRETTIEST EVER 🙏 and she has made interactions so fun for me to the point, talk with our ocs (mainly marx, mina amd cass) is actually smth i look forward to sm that i cant put it into words. Besides im biased as hell and rapunzal has always been my fav so-

-> @le-monchou : this is my first tumblr moot chat and she is studying literature and it shows. First twst fics i read were from her and ive never been the same /pos. Sometimes i lay awake and think about that one fic she wrote for my oc x canon in an event of hers. Plus her sense of humor really resonates with mine (and we also live in the sane region) so it always makes me feel nice.

-> @catboiie16 : Cat is actually so sweet that my teeth are falling out. Her art is so pretty that it is actually my phones lock and home screen wallpaper rn amd she knows im not joking. Another thing is her way of writing and how she carries the narrative that encourages me to get better. Also sephie. Yes that is a reason and a valid one.

-> @seuing : she doesn't really post anymore but her art is so so shsjshs. The twst slander on her blog is smth I would frame. She has been my bff for two years and her art has sent me throu a spiritual ascension where I high-fived Jesus and had a tea party with the angels. Trust me if she posts art here again, you guys would understand.

-> @xxoomiii : This girl is so sweet and I love her design choices in ocs (curls that look like roses GAHDAMN ) ANDTEH WAY SHE COLORS HAS ME HOOKED. HAVE YOU ALL SEEN THE OUTFITS SHE MAKES. Actually so gorgeous that it hurts. Bonus points for being a Riddle kisser.

[rottenpumpkin13]

SOLDIER Moments That Became Memes

• The video of Genesis, Angeal, Sephiroth and some other SOLDIERs singing We Are Young by FUN at a function, but instead they're singing "we are drunk"

• The time someone filmed Sephiroth chasing Genesis and Angeal around the SOLDIER floor with a bug zapper. The person filming goes "when the devil can't reach you, he sends Sephiroth."

• A clip from the live stream Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal did together. They all piled onto each other's laps in the same office chair. Angeal went "Wow this is so sturdy!" before the chair broke violently and threw them on the floor.

• The blurry video Zack filmed at a bar, where Genesis is seen stalking up to the attractive bartender.

Zack: There goes GeneRIZZ Rhapsodoesn't have a date.

• The video Genesis filmed at the park. Sephiroth is pulling Zack's legs while Angeal tugs at the stick Zack has between his teeth and he's going "LEAVE IT! LEAVE IT!"

• Video: The camera zooms in on a computer screen opened to an article. The headline reads "Why Fans Are In Love With Sephiroth's Goth Musician Fashion"

The camera zooms out and Genesis and Angeal are on the floor dying of laughter. Then the camera points to Sephiroth sitting on the couch looking sour.

• At a QnA panel when Angeal and Genesis decided to play a prank on Sephiroth. They changed his ringtone. It was Yeah - Usher. What followed was 3 minutes of Sephiroth desperately trying to turn his phone off while Angeal, Genesis and the entire room die of laughter.

• Zack filming a short, yellow Chocobo, then panning the camera to Cloud, then back to the Chocobo, then back to Cloud.

Cloud: Fuck you

Zack: I'm SORRY

• *Sephiroth films himself, looking directly into the camera*

Sephiroth: It says here that LOVELESS, the music cancelled.

*Genesis's high pitched girly NOOOOOO! is heard from the next room*

• Angeal: Do you guys think Sephiroth wakes up in the morning and brushes his Sephi-locks and then puts on his Sephi-socks?

Genesis: And then goes to his office where he's on the Sephi-clock being a SOLDIER that Sephi-rocks?

Sephiroth: I despise you both.

[altocat]

What if Kunsel saw Sephiroth in the shinra building before he murdered the president. I mean we know Palmer saw Sephy in the remake, so why not Kunsel?

Kunsel panics. At first, he believed it to be merely a hallucination, some distorted apparition brought about by too many unsettling night patrols.

But when he smells the blood, slips across the sticky trail of carnage that lines the tiles, he knows that it's real. Completely real.

The figure before him does not blink, staring him down with eyes that are all too vacant, yet all too knowing. The pupils narrow, snakelike, coldly aware of every last movement, every shudder of frightened breath.

Kunsel opens his mouth to speak, but the words lock in his throat. The mangled thing before him casts no shadow, holds no weight or light or memory. A living ghost. A creature. Bloodstained, its gaze maddened, nearly gleeful. When it paces towards him he can feel the scream bubbling in his throat, stumbling back against the wall, his bladder threatening to burst as he trembles and whines.

It regards him, cold, assessing, head slightly tilted. A quiet chuckle, blood-slick fingers that palm the surface of the wall, marking the space beside his throat. Kunsel closes his eyes, feels the hot spill of tears as the shape leans closer. It reeks of death, of something familiar, yet something vile. It studies his skin, emerald flashes that cut and burn through the shadows. Black air. Cold fire. Then, just as quickly, pulling away, a noiseless trail down the hallway, disappearing into the dark.

Kunsel can't stop crying. And doesn't stop crying the rest of the night.

[smilingformoney]

The House Cup Tournament

Summary: Snape/OC |  In Severus' sixth year, he's chosen as the Slytherin champion for the Hogwarts House Cup Tournament. During the second task, the whole school discovers that the thing he'd miss most is one Persephone Payne.

AN: So obviously this isn't canon. I was inspired by this gorgeous art from @aurus-3d, which got me thinking about Snape doing the second triwizard task, and what would happen if Sephy was the one for him to rescue. Then I thought, what if it was actually a tournament between the houses and he was competing against James Potter? Thus this lil plot bunny was born.

Also, I apologise now for the James POV.

Read on Ao3 or below:

Emerging into an open space, James realised the movement he’d seen through the long ribbons of seaweed wasn’t a monster at all - it was Snape.

The sight was almost comical. Snape had somehow given himself gills, and skin had grown between his fingers and toes to give a webbed effect. He was looking more reptilian than ever.

They were at the final checkpoint now, and the swarms of mermaids that darted around the area told James that his prize was nearby.

The thing you’ll miss most. That was what he was looking for. He wasn’t really sure what to expect - maybe his broomstick? He thought he might find locked chests or something of the sort containing a precious item. What he didn’t expect to find was a row of four people, one for each champion, floating in the water, each with an ankle tied to the lakebed by a rope made of seaweed.

People? Had Dumbledore really taken people? It was barbaric.

He looked up at the floating figures, and some feet away, Snape did the same. Of the four hostages, James only recognised one.

Lily.

Of course it was Lily; who would he miss more than the fiery redhead who had for so long denied their destiny to be together? Well, now he would save her, and she’d have to fall in love with him then.

Wait - but Snape was friends with Lily once, before she saw sense. James sometimes saw Sniv watching Lily longingly across the Great Hall; he definitely missed her. Wouldn’t she be the thing he’d miss most too?

A sense of panic shot through James’ heart, and he began swimming towards her in a panic. If Snivellus got there first, he’d save her, and maybe she’d fall in love with the ball of grease!

He glanced to his left and saw Snape was also swimming towards the hostages. Oh no you don’t! James thought angrily. He swam faster, and when the gap between him and Snape closed, he pushed the greasy git aside, pushing his trajectory away from Lily.

The force of the motion caused James to lose his own trajectory, and he flailed slightly as he righted himself before tearing the seaweed from Lily’s leg and hoisting her away from her trap.

He turned in the water, grinning, ready to flip Snape off. But Snape was already gone, swimming away with one of the other hostages.

Severus felt guilty for leaving Lily behind - if he could, he would have saved them both. He would have saved them all. But the rules were quite clear - each champion was only to save one hostage. They were to choose, and choose quick, who to save. Lily had Potter to save her, and the other two champions were surely close behind to save their own hostages. Severus had known, the moment he’d seen the four faces, which was the one he’d miss the most.

His journey back towards the surface was significantly less eventful than the journey down. Perhaps the lake monsters were under instruction from Dumbledore not to intervene once a champion had their hostage. Whatever the reason, Severus found himself emerging from the water in a matter of minutes, although the strain of carrying an extra body through the water made it seem much longer.

Upon emerging, Severus was met with cheers and applause, and Dumbledore’s voice boomed over the water, announcing Slytherin as the first to return. Next to him, Payne emerged from the water too, and the moment the air hit her face, she opened her eyes and took a deep breath, shortly followed by a string of swear words.

“This way, Mr Snape!” a voice called from the shore, and in the distance Severus could see Madam Pompfrey waving them over. He used the last of his strength to swim to the shore, every bone in his body aching with exhaustion, and right now the thing that mattered most to him was getting out of the water.

Over the cheers and chants of the Slytherins, Severus couldn’t hear much, but he could see Madam Pomfrey’s face form into an O of shock, and he looked around quickly, expecting to see a final monster emerging from the lake - and instead he saw the water rippling violently where Payne’s head had just descended below the water again.

Without hesitation, Severus ducked his head under the water, ignoring the stinging of the lake water in his eyes. The gillyweed had worn off the moment he’d emerged from the water, so he held his breath too, and almost released it immediately when he saw Payne, wandless, struggling against the grip of a grindylow.

Severus shot a blast of what he hoped was a useful spell at the grindylow, but just like all the offensive spells he’d tried so far under the water, all he seemed to be able to do was shoot warm water at the creature. He swam down towards Payne, who was still descending into the water, and reached out his hand. She took it, and he pointed his wand up this time. He spotted a rock jutting out from the lake’s edge, cast carpe retractum, and felt himself being pulled up through the water.

He grabbed the rock with one hand, and used the other to pull Payne up towards the edge of the lake. Someone on the ground grabbed her under the arms, and together they heaved her out of the water and laid her down on her back on the grassy bank.

The grindylow, sensing the air on its skin, immediately let go of Payne’s leg and retreated into the water. Severus, meanwhile, felt fear rising in his chest when he realised Payne was unconscious.

He suddenly forgot that he was a wizard, and the CPR he’d learnt at muggle primary school came to the forefront of his mind. Magic or no, it seemed to work, and Payne was awake, coughing up water from her lungs.

Everything had happened so quickly. It felt like a moment between being put to sleep in Dumbledore’s office and surfacing from the Black Lake with Snape. Persephone had begun to swim to the edge and had hardly had time to process the meaning of being the hostage for Snape when something had grabbed her legs and pulled her down. Water had flooded her lungs and she must have blacked out because the next thing she’d known, Snape was breathing life into her and she felt like she was vomiting as water came rushing out of her lungs.

She looked up at Snape, who was looking at her with fear and worry, and was about to thank him when she was lifted to her feet, and Madam Pomfrey ushered her to a nearby tent to be fussed over.

Persephone sat in the tent on her own, a towel wrapped around her shoulders and a potion warming her from within. Outside, she could hear the excited chatter of the crowds. She emerged through the tent flaps and saw that the task was still ongoing - two images were projected into the sky, showing the last two champions still under the water. One looked to be on her way back, while the other was struggling against the seaweed that kept his prize hostage.

Down by the lakeside, an argument was taking place. Snape and Potter were, as usual, fighting fiercely about something, and as she approached them, Persephone began to make out what they were saying.

“I was first back! Me!” Potter insisted. “I got out the lake with Lil, and you were nowhere, Snape!”

“I was rescuing Payne from the grindylows!” Snape hissed back. “You might have been willing to leave another behind to ensure you got to the water’s edge first, Potter, but I am not so cruel!”

“First back with their hostage! That’s what Dumbledore said! Who even -”

Potter saw Persephone approaching and gestured at her, scoffing. “Who even is this girl!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen her before in my life, and she certainly doesn’t hang around with you. So whose hostage did you steal, Snape?”

“You expected me to take Lily, didn’t you, Potter?” Snape scoffed, although his eyes remained focused on Potter. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you pushing me away from her. Maybe you didn’t notice with your head up your own arse, but Lily and I haven’t spoken in years. She couldn’t have been my hostage. Unless you think someone else down there was meant to be your hostage?”

“I - but -” Potter spluttered, his tiny brain short-circuiting.

They were interrupted by the return of the third champion, shortly followed by the fourth, and amidst the commotion, their only options remaining were to glare at one another as the four champions were gathered in front of the crowd to announce the final scores.

“As for the Gryffindor champion, James Potter,” Dumbledore announced after reading out the scores for Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, “he showed excellent use of the bubble-head charm, tackled the selkies with bravery, and rescued Miss Lily Evans within the hour, surfacing within minutes of Mr Snape. Mr Potter is awarded 40 points.”

As he spoke, images played above the lake of Potter’s actions within the lake and his return to the surface. Cheers erupted from the crowd of Gryffindors as the points were announced, and the Slytherins grumbled.

“And finally, the Slytherin champion, Severus Snape. Mr Snape showed ingenuity in his use of gillyweed and returned with Miss Persephone Payne within the hour.”

The image played back the scene of Snape arriving at the location the hostages were held. Persephone found it strange to see herself there, having no recollection of anything that had happened underwater. She watched as Snape and Potter arrived at the same time and swam quickly towards the hostages. Potter attempted to shove Snape aside, but Snape ignored him, and Potter only served to slow himself down. Instead, Snape carried on towards Persephone, barely sparing a glance for the other three hostages as he swam off with her.

“Now, although Mr Snape and Miss Payne surfaced before Mr Potter and Miss Evans, they were waylaid in reaching the bank of the lake by an unfortunate grindylow attack, allowing Mr Potter to take the lead.”

The Slytherins booed loudly. Dumbledore raised a hand to quiet them.

“This attack by a grindylow on Miss Payne was not part of the task,” he said firmly, and the crowd fell silent. “However, as the event took place during the course of the task, we must take it into account.”

Above him, the image showed Persephone struggling against the grip of the grindylow, and Snape pulling her out of the water, forcing the Grindylow to retreat.

“Mr Snape could have proceeded to the edge of the lake and come first. However, due to his quick reaction to rescue Miss Payne, he was delayed. In light of this, after discussions with the Heads of Houses, we have agreed to award Mr Snape 45 points.”

A roar of cheers erupted from the Slytherin crowd, drowning out the groans of the Gryffindors. The Slytherins rushed forwards, swarming around Snape to congratulate him. He quickly vanished from Persephone’s sight in a blur of black and green robes, and she was disappointed but not surprised that he was too popular for her to talk to at that moment.

She wanted to ask him why she was the thing he’d miss the most. She wanted to thank him for choosing her over Evans, for risking his place in the rankings to save her. She had so much to say to him, and in any other circumstances she’d have snuck away by now, leaving the others to their ruckus.

But her feet carried her forward instead, and when students saw her, they stepped aside to let her though, as if she were Moses and they were the red sea. In the centre of the scrum was Snape, looking a little overwhelmed by all the attention but overall proud to be praised for what he’d done.

It was strange - Severus could have sworn there was a crowd there before. But they all disappeared in the instant he saw Persephone emerge from between the horde of Slytherins patting him on the back, and suddenly her body was right up next to his.

“You saved me,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Am I really the thing you’d miss most?”

“...Yes.”

She smiled. Then, the unexpected happened.

Severus had dreamed of it for months. Years, even. Since the moment he’d hit puberty, her face was the one he dreamed of, her lips those he craved. And yet, all his daydreaming hadn’t set him up for the bliss of her lips crashing against his.

The crowd of Slytherins cheered again, but Severus ignored them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close, kissing her desperately. They were both still wet from the lake, and her lips were salty, but he didn’t care. She buried her hands in his hair, holding him firmly as if she had any reason to believe he’d pull away. 

“Get it, Snape!” one Slytherin shouted.

“Clear the dorm tonight, boys!” shouted another.

He could feel her trying not to laugh as she moved her lips against his, her tongue reaching out for his, and he could feel a twitch between his legs as his more carnal desires got their hopes up.

They pulled apart, panting for breath, only when Slughorn appeared to usher the crowds back up to the castle. Even then they didn’t move, her eyes staring up into his, both alight with wonder and lust, desire and desperation, and an unbridled amount of joy that they had finally crossed the line that they had both been resisting for months.

The crowd dispersed, Severus kissed her again, slower this time, and she responded in kind, her lips firm but gentle against his. He became suddenly aware of someone’s eyes on his, and when he reluctantly pulled away to follow his instinct, Severus realised Potter and Evans were still there, staring at the ground as if they’d just looked away very quickly.

“Something the matter, Potter?” Snape called over challengingly.

Potter folded his arms defensively. “No,” he said stubbornly. “Just… who even is this girl?”

“His girlfriend,” Persephone replied, and Severus’ heart skipped a beat. “Problem?”

Potter pouted, trying to think of an insult. Evans sighed in frustration.

“No problem,” she said, although the bitterness in her voice was evident. “Come on, James.”

They left, and Severus let out a breath when they were finally alone.

“Sorry, that just kind of slipped out,” Persephone said quickly. “I thought it’d piss him off.”

“No - it’s okay,” Severus replied. “I don’t mind. I’d - I’d like it very much if you were my girlfriend.”

Persephone smiled.

“When’s the next Hogsmeade trip?”

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lock screen is Sephy's hubby

And inside is MY hubby

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Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Cid Raines FR and BT Banner

The banners featuring all of the weapons (15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Force or FR, and Burst or BT) of Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII just showed up in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game.

I talk more about this in another post, but I already pulled a bit on this banner using tickets and I was able to get a copy of Raines’s Force weapon.

Prior to that, I already have Cid’s 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD. Have the passives for all of these weapons.

My Cid has his High Armor, and it’s been Realized to 0/3. He has his Bloom Stone.

All of his Summon Boards and his Character Enhancement Boards have been completed.

He has the following Artifacts: 3 ATK 108 with Guardian Corps Officer Up★★ (When inflicting knock back: Raises own INT BRV, MAX BRV, ATK, DEF by 5% for 8 turns).

After getting a copy of Raines’s FR, I equipped him with it.

And that’s it. That’s all I did with Cid. Have yet to get any of his Force Enhancements. Haven’t bothered to fully MLB his FR or Blue his High Armor. Didn’t even give him any Spheres, real or otherwise.

Thoughts about Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII

I like Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII (#ad) well enough but wouldn’t call him a fave or anything.

Cid Raines is actually a really good magical DPS, especially now that he has his own Burst and Force weapons.

Raines can launch with every one of his moves. Some of his moves will even battery the party for these launches. He also has some turn manipulation in his kit. He can even remove the buffs of enemies and any debuffs afflicting him and his allies.

But although Cid is really good, I decided to skip fully building him and maxing him out. I talk more about this in another post, but that was the conclusion I came to when I thought about what I was gonna do about Raines.

I thought that was the end of that, and that I wouldn’t be revisiting Raines or his FR and BT banner anymore.

But now I found myself thinking about Cid Raines again. This was due to a lot of reasons.

For starters, there’s the World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium Spiritus quest. This fight is listed as “quest level ???” so presumably, this is harder than a Shinryu (level 300; currently the hardest type of fight in the game) quest.

I talk more about this in another post, but I’ve already cleared the aforementioned fight with the following chars: Rinoa Heartilly from Final Fantasy VIII, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from Final Fantasy XV, and Selphie Tilmitt from Final Fantasy VIII.

Aside from simply clearing said fight though, we also got a time-limited mission that wants us to “Achieve grade A or better in World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium SPIRITUS with Raines in the party”.

Haven’t cleared said mission yet. However, I’ve seen some vids that show that this Spiritus quest can be cleared even with a Raines who doesn’t have his FR and/or BT.

But aside from needing to run Raines through said fight, I also want to beat the Pandemonium Spiritus quest with Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII in my party.

I don’t need to do that but I want to. I’ve already tried this fight with Sephi multiple times by now but the best I’ve been able to manage so far was getting the boss of the Pandemonium Spiritus quest down to 8% HP before running out of steam. I talk more about that in another post.

Since I’ve been thinking about Cid and actually fully building him, I now also found myself wondering if he’d be able to help me beat the Pandemonium Spiritus quest with Sephiroth.

Perhaps Raines could replace Rinoa as my main DPS for that fight and he can help carry Sephi to victory.

Even if that’s possible though, I don’t want to build Raines for just 1 fight. So I’ve been thinking of where else I could use him. I could try to use him as my main DPS in upcoming fights.

Cid can also help me clear a Dimensions’ End: Transcendence Tier. But the thing is, I already have him locked on to Tier 5.

If I want to use Raines for a future Transcendence Tier, gonna need to redo Tier 5 to free him. We’re up to Tier 11 by now and Tier 12 is coming really soon, so Tier 5 has long since been powercrept. It shouldn’t be that hard to clear this fight again.

Another thing that was making me hesitate to fully max out Raines was the state of my resources. A lot of the resources needed to build a char in DFFOO can be really scarce.

So I’ve always been super selective in who I choose to build and max out. More often than not, I don’t fully build a char even if I manage to get their weapons.

That’s kind of what happened with Raines actually. Althought I’d already decided that I wasn’t gonna bother to build Cid, I still ended up tossing tickets on his BT and FR banner anyway. Then I got his FR but didn’t do anything with it so couldn’t really use him in endgame content.

Now that I’m thinking more about this, I’ve come to notice that I seem to be doing this sort of thing a lot.

I toss tickets on a banner and get the featured char’s weapons but don’t bother to do anything with them so they’re basically just rotting in my inventory because why should I bother to bring a char who I didn’t build when I can just bring in someone who I did fully max out instead?

Aside from Raines’s FR, I have a couple more Force weapons in my inventory that haven’t been limit broken at all.

Now I’m like - why did I bother to pull for these weapons if I’m not gonna do anything with them anyway?

Sigh. I really wish we got more resources so I can build more chars, so I don’t have to feel like I always need to save as much as possible.

Since I’ve been saving as much and as often as possible, I can see now that I do have some resources that I can spare for Raines. After all, he is a really good DPS.

But there’s no way I can fully build Raines if I’m still missing his Burst weapon. So that’s how I found myself going back to the World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium banner 1. This is the banner that contains all of Cid’s weapons.

World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium Banner 1

The World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium banner 1 features the following chars and their weapons:

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Force or FR, and Burst or BT

Lulu from Final Fantasy X - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Leila from Final Fantasy II - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium Banner 1 Tickets Pulls Results

Haven’t fully limit broken my copy of Raines’s FR so I thought it was better to pull on the World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium banner 1 for a shot at more copies of said Force weapon.

I know there’s no way to guarantee that you’ll get a Burst weapon by using tickets but I thought I’d try my luck anyway. I have been able to get a BT just by using tickets. Of course, this doesn’t always happen but it’s really great whenever it does.

Anyway, I currently have 404 tickets on hand.

Got the usual bronze and silver trash and a few 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD dupes. But my pulls on this banner weren’t that bad. Actually got a number of golds. Here are the results of some of my more notable pulls:

3/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Lulu’s 35cp, Leila’s 35cp, and Leila’s Ex

Was annoyed that I kept on getting dupes of Leila’s Ex. Because the B Sphere that it gives just raises its user’s MAX BRV by 10% when they’re targeted by enemies.

2/10, came from a gold orb - dupes of Lulu’s 15cp and Raines’s LD

Ugh. Wrong Raines weapon. Could I get his BT and more copies of his FR now, please?

Surprisingly, I was able to get a number of gold orbs. Too bad they gave me nothing more than dupes. Was getting kinda annoyed so I kinda stopped taking screenshots at some point. Or to be more precise, I stopped taking screenshots of everything.

Even got dupes of Lulu’s LD which I also found annoying. That’s because this used to be one of the weapons I was missing on this banner alongside Raines’s FR and BT.

When I pulled for Raines’s FR before, I was also able to get 1 copy of Lulu’s LD. Back then, I thought I was completely done with this banner so I went ahead and spent the 12 Power Stones needed to fully MLB Lulu’s LD so she can help me farm the Pandemonium Chaos quest alongside Raines and the other synergy chars for said quest.

To get dupes of Lulu’s LD now - sigh. Ah, well.

Since it didn’t seem like I was ever gonna get Raines’s BT, much less dupes of his FR, I was thinking of just stopping already. It seemed like it was better to just walk away from this banner now before I run out of tickets.

Was considering what to do now while still continuing to toss tickets on this banner (because couldn’t seem to help it. LOL) when - to my complete and utter surprise, a force orb suddenly appeared.

Welp, totally wasn’t expecting that at all. But super pleased to see this. This draw gave me dupes of Raines’s FR, Lulu’s Ex, and Raines’s LD.

Yay for my second copy of Raines’s Force weapon.

Probably should have stopped pulling now but decided to keep going for a bit longer. Still hoping to get a copy of Cid’s Burst and maybe even more dupes of his FR.

2/10, came from a gold orb - 2 dupes of Lulu’s Ex

Ugh. It’s also annoying how I keep getting dupes of Lulu’s Ex. Her Ex gives an A Sphere that raises its user’s INT BRV and MAX BRV by 10% whenever they deal weakness damage to an enemy.

Would have preferred to get dupes of Raines’s Ex since his gives an A Sphere that raises its users ATK by 10%. The only issue with this is that the user of said Sphere is required to inflict knock back in order to get the stat boost.

1/10, came from a gold orb - dupe of Leila’s LD

After a few more pulls, I got another gold orb.

I thought I was about to get the usual Ex and/or LD dupe. Well, I did get a dupe LD. This time, it was Leila’s.

But aside from that, I also got my third copy of Cid’’s Force weapon. Nice. Now if I could just get his Burst as well, that’d be really freaking awesome.

A bit later on, got another force orb. Welp, it’s like it’s raining force orbs on this banner. LOL. Wish I could get a Burst orb too. Raines BT, doko da?

Anyway, this draw gave me 2 more dupes of Lulu’s Ex as well as my fourth copy of Raines’s FR.

Now down to 134 tickets so I decided it was about time I stop pulling on this banner.

By now I already have enough dupes of Cid’s Force weapon so I can fully MLB my first copy without having to use a single High Power Stone.

It’s really too bad but it seems clear that Raines’s Burst just isn’t gonna show up from this banner unless I resort to using gems and possibly pitying it.

But I don’t want to do that, and I don’t want to spend any more tickets here so that’s it. This pulling spree is over now. LOL.

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII Force Weapon

Went ahead and fused the 3 dupes of Raines’s FR that I just got to my first copy.

Now my Cid’s Force weapon is fully MLB. Yay. On a side note, I really like the blue background of a maxed out FR. It’s such a lovely shade of blue. What do you think?

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII Armor

After maxing out Cid’s FR, I turned my attention to his High Armor. I already have a copy of his High Armor, and I’ve already spent a Book to Realize it to 0/3 a long time ago. So now I spent the 3 Ingots needed to upgrade it to Blue.

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII Force Enhancements

As aforementioned, my Cid Raines already has all of his Summon Boards and Character Enhancement Boards completed. Did this a long time ago.

Now that I’m planning to fully build Raines, I turned my attention to his Force Enhancements. Spent all the points and such needed to get Cid’s Force Enhancements to Level 30.

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII Spheres

Equipped Cid Raines with the following real Spheres:

Noctis Lucis Caelum’s (from Final Fantasy XV) Smash Attack Up Longer A Sphere

When inflicting knock back: • Raises own ATK by 10% for 8 turns

Keiss’s (Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: The Crystal Bearers) Link Attack Up Longer A Sphere

After joining in chain attack: • Raises own ATK by 10% for 8 turns

Cid Raines’s (from Final Fantasy XIII) Smash Raging Attack Up A Sphere

When inflicting knock back: • Raises own ATK by 2% up to 5 times, once per turn

I’ve had these Spheres for what feels like forever already. They’ve just been languishing in my inventory since the chars who I wanted to give Spheres to preferred other kinds of Spheres.

Cid Raines is actually one of the best chars who can easily and consistently make use of the aforementioned Spheres since he can initiate launches with every one of his moves and he will always join in the chain attack if he does that.

Cid Raines from Final Fantasy XIII Burst Weapon

Now my Cid Raines is nearly complete. He’s just missing his Burst weapon now. Just need to figure out how I’m gonna get said weapon.

I can pull on the banners that feature Cid’s Burst but I don’t want to do that anymore. Already spent a lot of tickets on his BT and FR banner so don’t want to suddenly switch to using gems there.

If I pull with gems, I could end up spending up to 120k just to guarantee Raines’s BT, and I definitely don’t want to do that.

Which means I’m gonna have to use my Burst Power Tokens to exchange for Cid’s BT.

The Burst Power Token Exchange Shop features all the Burst weapons that are currently in Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia.

You need 50 Tokens in order to get 1 Burst. Unfortunately, at the moment, I only have 13 Burst Power Tokens.

Gonna need 37 more Tokens so I went to my weapons inventory. If you sell a Burst weapon, you’ll get some gil as well as 5 Burst Power Tokens.

So I decided to sell the dupe BTs that I have lying around. These Bursts belong to the following chars:

Noctis Lucis Caelum from Final Fantasy XV

Terra Branford from Final Fantasy VI

Zack Fair from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII and Final Fantasy VII

Garnet Til Alexandros XVII from Final Fantasy IX

Celes Chere from Final Fantasy VI

Too bad I don’t have any more dupes. IIRC, already sold a few before.

Anyway, the 5 I’m able to sell now gave me 25 Tokens, bringing my total count to 38.

Now I just need 12 more Tokens. This time I went to the Dimensions’ End: Transcendence section of the game. Clearing the quests here will give you lots of rewards, including a few Burst Tokens.

We can only carry up to 50 Burst Tokens at a time. If you get any more, they’ll be sent to your gift box where they’ll stay for 90 days before expiring and automatically being deleted.

Didn’t want to risk losing any Tokens so I opted not to collect the ones from clearing the Dimensions’ End: Transcendence quests. Can just get these Tokens whenever I needed them so there was no point in collecting them now.

So far, IIRC, I’ve never had to get any Burst Token here. Well now, that’s about to change. Went ahead and grabbed the 12 Tokens I need to finally get to 50.

Now that I have exactly 50 Burst Power Tokens, went back to the Burst Power Token Exchange Shop.

Spent all 50 of my Tokens to exchange for Cid Raines’s Honor the Fallen (XIII) Burst weapon.

Then I went to level up said BT from 1 to 50. After that, spent the Book needed to Realize it to 0/3. Then I spent the 3 Ingots needed to upgrade it to BT+ 3/3 or Green.

After that, I went to equip Raines with his new Green Burst so I can take a screenshot.

I also have a Level 5 of 5 Fist-type Ultima Weapon so that’s what I’m gonna be using whenever I bring Cid to endgame content.

Now my Cid Raines is finally fully built and maxed out. Can’t wait to try him out in endgame content. I’ve already seen him in action in co-op quests, and he is really good. Will try to use him as much and as often as possible.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on either of the World of Illusions Spiritus: Pandemonium banners? What do you think about Cid Raines? Did you decide to fully build him and max him out? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

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I always love reading your takes on Sephiroth. There are so many wrong analysis' on this character, it's so refreshing to see someone who actually played the game and understands his character despite him being so ambiguous. I was just wondering if you were a writer on the development team, how would you have made Sephiroth's mental break? How would you make the ending of the game?

Woweee thank you! It's nice to see that someone appreciates my brainfart about Sephiroth 🤣 honestly I just love him so much as a whole.

I think the whole Crisis Core was pretty good in showcasing Sephiroth's descent, but the Nibelheim incident feels so rushed. But then again it might be a tech constraint on the devs part cause I've heard that they cut a lot of portion of the story to fit a single UMD.

I personally would love to see his POV a lot more even before Nibelheim. What was he thinking when he locked himself up in the Shinra office data room? Did he start to realize that something was off? Was he trying to connect the dots about himself? His lack of family? his loneliness? We never had the chance to see things from his POV which is a shame. That's one thing that I would change if I were one of the writers lol.

And if I want to be honest, I would love him to find his peace in death. I want him to break free from Jenova -which is kind of hinted in the remake! The 'Ore' Sephiroth..the 'unknown' Sephi at the edge of creation-

He feels like a ghost with unfinished business in Remake. So yeah a peaceful death, and him accepting his defeat would be a perfect ending for him.

*the darkness in my heart wants him to win tho...lmfao*

This is just my HC & theory, but when he reached out his hand to Cloud, I think it's more of his cry for help rather than something malicious. He genuinely wanted help from Cloud. Why? To break free from Jenova.

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Mod Miri here! Today on the blog we have Sephy (she/her), who can be found here on Tumblr and Archive of Our Own. 

General FF7 Questions

Who is your favourite character from the FFVII setting? What do you love about them?

I love every single playable character from the main game, but my favorite is without a doubt, Cloud Strife. He's so unlike a typical RPG protagonist. He's very standoffish and rude at the beginning, but you start to grow to really like him the more you play the game. The amount of vulnerability he shows throughout the game makes him very relatable, I think. He's the party leader and he is strong when it's needed, but he can crack under pressure. I could talk all day about Cloud and what I love about him, but I actually did a dash game on my Cloud blog where I gushed about him. It's here: https://defiant-ex-soldiers.tumblr.com/post/626278527072878592/lets-start-a-chain-of-sweetness

Favourite party (three person team) idea when playing FFVII? They don’t have to actually work mechanically (or even be possible in the game), just that you like the idea of them together as a fighting party.

When I was young, my main post Disk 2 party was an odd one. It was Cloud, Yuffie, and Red XIII. Cloud had to be in my party, Red was in my party because I loved cats and he was a giant cat, how could I not? I didn't particularly care about Yuffie, but I needed a girl to replace Aerith as the main healer.

I didn't really like Tifa at the time because I shipped Cloud and Aerith (and the LTD taught me back then that if you loved that ship you must hate Tifa. I have long since gotten over that way of thinking, but I was a young impressionable kid back then.) I don't think I have an ideal team, I just love all the characters so much. Honestly I experiment with party composition a lot when I play.

Is there a headcannon or AU you want to see more of?

AUs that change the fundamentals of a story fascinate me. My first fanfiction was a Zack lives fic where the direction the story goes in is drastically changed by the way Zack ends up living. I still find myself cringing at it sometimes, but I also still adore the fic just because it was my first. A more recent one involved Zack getting his hands on some Shinra R&D special Materia and being teleported forward in time where he meets Advent Children Cloud. Any of the fics involving changing the Nibelhiem incident somehow immediately interest me. I'm a big fan of the lore the game establishes already, so reading how fic artists take that world apart and put it back together, but differently, is exciting for me.

Do you have a favourite memory associated with FF7 (any part of compilation) or something particular you did while playing (such as what you named the characters, or how you arranged your materia) that you think is unique that you'd like to share?

I have so many. I have been playing Final Fantasy VII since I was around 9 years old (even if I probably shouldn't have been playing it at that age). I don't remember much at all of my first playthrough, but there have been very many playthroughs after that. I do remember that I always named my Chocobos after the main party. My favorite was a black one named Yuffie and I made her dance on the minimap if a song I liked came on the radio. I also remember that I started playing for the first time after we had moved houses, so I didn't have the memory card for the family's PS1, so I replayed the first mission over and over again until we found it. 

Once, when I was young I got locked out of my room while playing through the wall-market section of the game. So I got embarrassed because my family could hear the Don Corneo music while they were trying to unlock the door. Another time, I tried to fall asleep with my old CRT TV on because I thought the Chocobo farm music would help me sleep better.

Cloud always had the lightning Materia and he also always had the Chocobo Lure Materia because I thought it was funny and it made sense to young me because his hair resembled chocobo tail feathers. 

One quirk I keep to this day has to be the two name changes I make whenever I start FFVII. Aeris is changed to Aerith, of course. There's also Red XIII whose name I change to Nanaki, because I didn't understand why he would want to keep the name that Hojo gave him and not his real name. FFVII has always been a constant part of my life. I remember long car rides where I would do nothing but play FFVII on my PSP. I remember back when I only had it on PS2, setting it up in a hotel room and trying to beat Carry Armor there (I didn't and I remained stuck there for a while longer). I remember playing it on my PSP during class after I'd finished my work.

I remember back when I was starting middle school, I got a teacher into FFVII and she put a special question on one of our tests, just for me. I remember making a poetry book that had really childish drawing and poems about FFVII. I remember finally beating Crisis Core, huddled in the corner of my bunk bed, unable to keep my eyes off of what was going on, and tearing up because the ending was so sad. That isn't even the half of it, but I've gone on for so long. As you can see, I have so many fond memories of Final Fantasy VII.

Creator Questions

Who has been the most difficult character to write/draw? Who has been the easiest?

Recently I started my first Turk fic and it starred Rude. I found that his muse didn't come as easy as the others. Usually I'm good at writing most of the cast of FFVII. Cloud is the easiest for me to write because I just know him so well.

What’s your ideal creating environment? Background noise/silence, indoors/outdoors, desk/couch, etc.?

At my desk with music playing! Fun fact, I haven't had an actual office chair to sit in for years. My computer was next to my bed at my old living space and now I sit on a couch when I'm at the computer in my new one.

What’s your creative process look like? Pantser/Emotive Writer/Gardener or Planner/Structured Writer/Architect? (Do you outline or just go with the flow?) If you’re an artist, do you do a lot of sketches, or just dive right in? Backgrounds first, or the main focal point? Multiple layers or all in one?

I usually just go where the fic wants to take me. A lot of the time I do jot down an outline, especially if I know I need to do it in a set amount of time, like for the Fic exchange or Whumptober.

What do you do when you get stuck on a project?

I usually set it aside and work on something else or try and brainstorm if it's something that I need to do in a certain period of time. Oftentimes I'll do something else and let my mind wander. Most of the plot of my Turkfic I came up with at work while my mind was on autopilot.

Which of your works is the most memorable to you? I don’t necessarily mean favourite or best work, it could be the work that taught you the most through making it or that holds a special reason in its creation. Drop a link.

"To Break like Time". This fic was my first ever fic for an exchange. The spring tester for Gaia Santa, "FFVII Secret Spring" to be exact. I'm not entirely sure what came over me when I was writing this fic, but I got it done in a weekend and edited a few days after, at the very beginning of the challenge. Despite how easy of a time I had writing it, I was nervous about posting it. It's that fic where Zack wakes up in post AC times with a Shinra R&D secret materia in his hands. Not exactly everyone's cup of tea, but I enjoyed the challenge it gave. There are several parts I would change, but overall, I enjoy the story, even if it does get kind of weird at the end.

It’s hard for me to go through everything you’ve done to pick stuff to mention. Is there a particular piece you’d like plugged, other than the one in the last question?

The Night that Nibelheim Burned is my Gaia Santa fic from last year. I really enjoyed the way everything came together. It was a harder fic to write, but it was worth it. Kunsel was the character on the docket that I was new to playing this time. This fic is another one of those fics about what Kunsel's doing while Zack is on the run. He never gave up hope, no matter how much time went by, and I think this fic really shows that.

Community/Fandom Questions

What aspects of fandom spark the most joy for you?

Just, how creative this fandom is. I've always been a fan of a lot of the art the fandom has made, and several of the fics too. It always blows my mind just how many new ideas that someone can come up with for such an old game (as well as the entries in the compilation). It inspires me to write my own fics and create my own piece of that to share with everyone.

I love seeing long rambling theory posts about the OG and the other compilation games on my dash. I also love how silly the fandom can be sometimes :3 I also love how every character is loved by someone no matter how minor.

Is there something you'd like to see more of in the community?

Can't have enough of people being nice to each other! Spread around the art you love (with the proper credits of course), Recommend that fic you love to other people! Leave Comments on people's fics, even if you don't have much to say! Those actions have the potential to make someone's day, and I think that's amazing.

Anything you’d like to say to the community?

The LTD (Love Triangle Debate) is bogus, and for a long time, I was scared that it would be revived with the release of the Remake. I was worried there would be people fighting tooth and nail over who Cloud should be with. As far as I know, that hasn't happened yet, but maybe I'm just in a different circle.

As for me, I quit the LTD when I was a kid and started playing Crisis Core because I started shipping Cloud and Zack. You can even see it in my first fanfic where I adamantly refused to admit that I liked them together as a couple, but you can see with the way I had Cloud and Zack interact with each other (Especially in the last chapter) how much they really loved each other. 

Anyway, back to the LTD. I'm a firm believer in shipping what you want. I have a million different ships with Cloud and all of them are valid in my mind. I don't ship because I want something to be canon, I ship because I like the story that could come about from having the two be together.  

Here is one of my favorite posts on the subject of shipping: https://sephyathredon.tumblr.com/post/617204499133661185/sunandrainfic-brief-note-to-new-ff7-folks

Is there a work belonging to someone else that you’d like to plug?

 "Rejoice although you will not surivive" by PUNK MENACE 

I enjoy seeing Cloud get whumped and this fic has some good whump and an interesting aftermath of that whump. Heed the warnings though, this is not a light fic.

Thanks so much for joining me, Sephy! It is great working with you during the annual events! 

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🔥🔥I was saved by mafia boss.“You’re okay. You’re safe with me. I promise.”he stroked my hair and ran his hands down my back.🔥🔥

I hear my white noise app cut off on my phone and my alarm slowly getting louder. I wait for the chiming bells to stop before I roll over and hit the screen. With a deep breath, I muster the energy to get out of bed and drag myself to the shower.

Another glorious day in the life of waiting tables. I stop myself from skipping to the shower I’m so excited at the prospect of being yelled at by angry customers again today. People are just cranky lately.

After my shower, I make myself a quick breakfast, even though it’s late afternoon. Working the late shift means I miss the normal breakfast time, but let’s be real. Bacon can be enjoyed any time of the day.

Once the dishes are done and washed, I grab my keys and my bag, locking the door on my way out. I live by myself. It’s maybe not the best neighborhood, but all my neighbors are really nice, and we keep an eye on each other. When I turn around after locking my door, I see Mr. Turner walking up the steps to his apartment across the hall from mine.

“Hello, Miss Sephie. Going anywhere exciting?” He’s slowly climbing the stairs, with his groceries in hand. It’s Thursday, after all. Mr. Turner always stops by the grocery store on his way home on Thursdays.

“Hi, Mr. Turner. On my way to work. How was your day? Have any excitement at the hotel today?”

“No, not today, but I’m thankful for boring days, if I’m being honest.”

Mr. Turner worked the door at the most expensive hotel downtown. He’s been the doorman for 32 years and knows every single influential person in the city as a result.

“Boring days give you more time to find my Mr. Perfect, right? I like boring days too,” I chuckle.

Mr. Turner laughs as he reaches his door and sets his groceries down to unlock it. “Don’t you worry, Miss Sephie, I’ll find you the perfect man one day. You deserve it.”

“I don’t know about that, but I’ll take all the help I can get. Have a great night, Mr. Turner. I’ll see you in the morning and as always, if you need anything, you call me.” I waved goodnight to him as he walked in his apartment.

My smile lingers as I jog down the steps to the parking lot. Having great neighbors really can make a huge difference in your living situation.

Once I pull into the restaurant’s parking lot, I find my normal parking space taken. I grumble to myself as I am forced to park farther away from the building now. I am nothing, if not a creature of habit. Not getting my normal parking space means this is going to be a rough night. *Hooray for Thursdays.*

When I step out of my car, I notice the storm clouds slowly rolling in. Inhaling deeply, I breathe in the sweet scent of incoming rain and relish the last moment of sanity before my shift starts. *I can do this.*

It’s not just any Thursday. It’s the last Thursday of the month, which means that all the crime bosses in the city meet at this restaurant to discuss “business.” They reserve the back room and request that I serve them each time. I don’t know if it’s because I’m quiet, keep my head down most of the time, or if it’s because I can remember what each boss likes and doesn’t like, but they always request me. They always give me a fantastic tip, so it makes having to wait on known criminals somewhat manageable. Their tips are single-handedly funding my savings account, which means I’ll be able to move out of my questionable neighborhood sooner, rather than later.

“Hey Sephie. Are you coming inside or are you just going to stand by your car with your eyes closed like a psycho all night?”

“Shut-up, Max. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I say as I run to catch up to him. Max is the bartender and has his own fan club of women that come to the restaurant solely to be served drinks by him. His drinks aren’t special. He’s even admitted to watering down their drinks most days. They just want to stare at him while he smiles at them as he serves them their Cosmopolitans.

Max is tall, muscular, but a slender muscular. He looked like he could play in the NBA, not the NFL. His dirty blonde hair was shorter on the sides, but he was letting it grow longer on top. He said the women loved slightly longer hair these days, so he was conducting market research to see if longer hair got him more tips. Max had a boyish charm about him, but he knew how to use his emerald green eyes to get the ladies. One look from him and most women would swoon. I was apparently immune to that look. He tried it often on me, but I would laugh every time. He said I was good for his humility, if nothing else.

“Were you meditating just now? Do you need to find inner peace before the meeting tonight?” he teased as he opened the back door for me.

“I was trying to find the strength not to smack you, a-hole,” I laughed as I walked into the kitchen.

“Oh. You wound me.”

“I’m positive you will be able to find a woman to nurse your wounds, in…approximately 30 minutes,” I say as I look at my watch to see how long we have before the bar opens. From Thursday to Sunday, the women flock to the bar to see Max.

“But none of them will ever have my heart the way you do, my little gingersnap,” he says as he stands in front of me, leans into me, and gently tucks a loose curl behind my ear. He adjusts my thick braid over my shoulder and pretends to adjust the collar on my shirt.

I stare deeply into his big green eyes, as his fingers linger on my neck. Then I immediately break character into a fit of laughter as he also breaks and starts laughing.

“Go to work, Max.”

The black SUVs start arriving around 8 pm. Max is completely swamped with single women vying for his attention at the bar but still takes the time to run back to the kitchen like he’s a 5-year-old and yells, “THEY’RE HERE” and then runs back to the bar. I shake my head, laughing at his antics, take a deep breath, and steady myself for the night ahead.

The six bosses each come to this meeting with at least 2-4 additional people. Some are bodyguards, some are their children, and some are underbosses. The bosses are all very respectful, as are the bodyguards and the underbosses. It’s the children that I loathe. Sons of mafia bosses have the biggest egos I’ve ever encountered and worse, they feel entitled to act however they please. They’re handsy, they’re rude, and they all think that I should be throwing myself at them, simply because of who their fathers are.

Luckily, they don’t come to every meeting, but they’ll definitely be here tonight. Apparently, this meeting is extra important as the main boss. *the overlord? I don’t know what to call him. Lord King Boss? Feels right* – the Lord King Boss – will be here tonight. He rarely makes appearances in public, so I’m a little at a loss as to what’s so important that he would show up tonight, but I’m sure I’ll get snippets throughout the night. Because I’m always the one that takes care of this meeting, I know more about the goings on in the city than I probably should. I keep that information to myself, of course. I’m not an idiot.

There is a steady stream of food to the back room throughout the night and the alcohol flows freely. I’ve gotten four smacks to my ass in the first hour. All the boss’s eldest sons are there. Lucky me.

Around 9:30, two new bodyguards, who are quite possibly the biggest men I’ve ever seen, walk into the restaurant as I’m waiting for Max to fill my latest alcohol order. Walking in right behind them, I see a man I don’t recognize, but can’t see clearly as the lights are dim in the restaurant. He steps fully inside the door, and I can clearly see his face. He’s tall, surprisingly young for a Lord King Boss, dark hair, two-day old stubble that I find myself wondering what would feel like against my neck, and he turns to look my direction with the most piercing blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen. He catches me staring at him and a sly smirk comes across his face. Just then, Max steps up behind me and gently pushes my shoulder.

“Hey, you should go escort him to the back room. He might not know where to go. I’ll have your drinks ready when you get back.”

I take a sharp breath in, broken out of my daze, and practically stumble toward the men at the front door.

“Uh…hi, I’m guessing you’re here for the meeting?”

His intense gaze leaves my face to scan down my body briefly and discreetly, as he reaches down to adjust the cuffs of his shirt. He looks up again and nods once.

Okay, man of many words. This, I can handle.

“Please, follow me.”

He nods once more, and all five men follow me to the back. There were two more bodyguards behind him that I couldn’t see until the first two units stepped further into the restaurant.

Before I open the door to the back room, I turn around to face them, asking “may I take your drink orders, gentlemen?”

One of the first bodyguards says, “yes, water for all of us, please.” His very thick, very Russian accent is very apparent.

I was surprised by his answer, so I cocked my head to the side, letting a “different” slip out before I realized I had said anything. My cheeks immediately flushed as I realized I had said the quiet part out loud.

“I’m so sorry. I mean no disrespect,” I said as I stared at the floor and stepped to the side while opening the door for them.

The first two bodyguards entered the room first, scanned the entire room, then nodded. The blue-eyed Lord King Boss stepped up closer to me while his bodyguards were scanning, that sly smirk on his face once again, and leaned in close enough that I could smell his intoxicating cologne.

“None taken,” he whispered, his Russian accent detectable as he stepped in front of his bodyguards to the welcoming greetings of the entire room.

“*What the fuck is wrong with me*,” I muttered to myself as I rushed back to the bar to get those drinks and to add five more waters to the order.

The mood in the room palpably changed after Mr. Lord King Boss joined the meeting. Everyone was very tense and very serious. What had happened while I was getting those drinks? I did a quick head count as I delivered each individual drink order. Ok, nobody died while I was away. This is a good sign.

I placed a refill of bourbon in front of one of the boss’s sons. Anthony, I think his name was. This was Anthony’s eleventh bourbon of the evening. Max knew better than to water down these drinks, so Anthony was getting the good stuff, at full strength. In layman’s terms, Anthony was drunk off his ass .

No sooner had the glass hit the table and Anthony reached back and smacked my ass with such force that I was thrown forward onto the table, giving the men across from Anthony a full view down my shirt. I caught myself on the table and pushed myself back upright, only to meet those steel blue eyes once again. Only this time he wasn’t smirking. Instead, his jaw was clenched.

I could feel my cheeks turning fully red as I apologized under my breath and quickly left the room. As soon as the door closed, I rushed through the kitchen and out the back door. Ugh, I hated the last Thursday of the month.

I walked to the dumpster and back a couple of times when I heard the kitchen door opening. One of the giant bodyguards came out first, quickly followed by the new guy. I stopped my pacing, not knowing how I was going to walk past him to get back to the restaurant.

He turned to his bodyguard, who handed him a cigarette and a lighter. Lazily putting the cigarette between his lips, he tilted his head down slightly as he cupped his hands around his face to light it. When the flame ignited, his face was illuminated, revealing that his blue eyes were focused on me. I was still frozen in the same spot, wondering how I was going to walk casually by this very powerful man back into the restaurant.

*Oh, for fuck’s sake, just do it. After all, you have a job to do, Sephie.*

I took a deep breath and walked up to the back door. I kept my gaze down until just before I reached the two men, but quickly glanced up and gave them the best smile I could muster, before reaching for the door. Just as my hand was about to make contact with the door, he reached out and gently grabbed my wrist, causing me to look at him in fearful confusion.

He must’ve seen the fear in my eyes because he immediately let go and raised both of his hands.

“Hey, not gonna hurt you. I just want to ask you some questions,” he said. His blue eyes, now darker, were so intense that it felt like he might be looking into my soul.

“Um, sure. What can I help you with? Did you want to order some food? Can I get you more than water?”

He let out a small chuckle, as did his bodyguard. What was so funny about me doing my job?

“No. But thank you. You’re very good at your job, but I don’t allow my men to drink when they’re working, and I never touch alcohol.”

“Oh…okay. Um, what kind of questions?”

“How well do you know those men in the meeting?”

“Um, I mean, define well? I’m always the waitress that serves them when they have their meetings. I know the older men by name, as they’re here every time. The younger men I have a harder time remembering because they aren’t always here. The sons aren’t always here either…thankfully” I whispered, once again realizing too late that I had said it out loud instead of in my head. “I know them more by their drink and food orders than anything else. I can tell you exactly what they like and don’t like when it comes to food and alcohol, but in the interest of self-preservation, that’s all the information I divulge on those men.”

He smirked at me and asked, “are they always so rude to you?”

“The older men, never. They’re very respectful. Most of the underbosses too are very respectful unless they drink too much. I’m not sure if their bodyguards know how to speak, because now that I think about it, I’ve never heard them say a word. The sons, though? What you saw earlier is a normal occurrence. Especially when they’re all here. It’s like they try to outdo each other.”

He squinted his eyes slightly as he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. Holding his breath for a second before turning his head to blow the smoke into the air, away from me, his eyes never leaving mine. Why did I feel like I could look in those eyes for hours and never get tired of it?

“Thank you, uhhh…I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Sephie.”

“Sephie? That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short for Persephone. Most people have a hard time pronouncing it, so I just shortened it. Also, those who know are generally nervous once they find out I’m named after the Queen of the Underworld,” I said, looking down at my fidgeting hands. I really loved my name, but it did come with a weird history.

“Thank you, Persephone. You’ve been very insightful. I’m pleased to have met you tonight,” he said as he extended his hand to me.

I hesitantly placed my hand in his. He gently turned my hand over and brought it up to his lips. When his lips connected to the back of my hand, it was like fireworks went off in my stomach.

I tried not to be obvious about the sharp inhale I took as he kissed the back of my hand, so I said, “yes, you too…mister?” as I looked at him inquisitively.

“Adrik. You can call me Adrik.”

After my short interlude outside, I returned to work and tried my best to act like nothing happened. Anthony had apparently been chastised while I was away because he kept his hands to himself. This was new. Did Mr. Lord King Boss Adrik threaten him after I first went outside? Anthony had never stopped his juvenile antics before tonight.

I think I like Mr. Lord King Boss Adrik.

Most of the men had finished with their meals but were still deep in discussions. The room was tense, to say the least. I was busy picking up empty plates and taking them back to the kitchen. I recruited Max to help me pick up plates, so I wouldn’t have to make so many trips. Just as he was about to enter the room, one of the bodyguards stopped him.

“Excuse me, sir. Only the lovely lady is allowed in the room,” he said with his giant hand on Max’s shoulder. Max wasn’t a small guy either. He obviously worked out regularly and was well over six foot tall, but he looked small next to that absolute unit of a bodyguard.

I looked back at Max and smiled. “It’s okay, Max. I’ll get them. Thank you for offering to help.”

I let out a sigh as I walked into the room. I glanced in Adrik’s direction, only to notice his blue eyes staring at me once again. I quickly tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and made myself busy.

After depositing another round of dirty dishes in the kitchen sinks, I walked out the kitchen door on my way back to the meeting room. In the back hallway, between the kitchen and the back room, I was met by none other than Anthony. He was coming out of the restroom, completely drunk, and acting like he might fall at any moment. I tried to hurry past him, but he caught my arm and pulled me back to stand right in front of him.

“Please let go of my arm. I have work to do,” I said, trying to pull away from him. His vice-like grip on my arm only got tighter. Did bourbon give him some kind of superhuman strength? Seriously. How was his grip so strong?

“C’mon, you know you’d much rather go into the bathroom with me for a quickie,” he said as he leaned in to try to kiss me, pushing me up against the wall so I couldn’t easily get away from him. Ugh, his breath was horrendous and smelled like he’d drank the entire bar that night. Truthfully, he’d probably had half of it, at least. I turned my head to avoid his lips, which only served to piss him off. He said something in Italian, which I didn’t understand because of his slurring, but he grabbed my other arm, again with his vice-like grip. He stepped even closer to me, as if that was possible. I could feel his entire body pressed against mine. I could even feel that he was getting aroused at standing so close to me.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. He just scanned up and down my body, his breath getting quicker, his pupils dilating. He released one arm and reached up to my face. With the back of his hand, he lightly grazed my cheek. I turned my head, trying once again to get away from him. He sighed.

“Do you know who I am? Do you know how many girls would love to be in your position right now?”

“Then why don’t you go find one of them. I’ll gladly tag her in,” I said.

“You have a smart mouth. I’ve always heard that redheads were firecrackers. Maybe someone needs to teach you a lesson.”

“No thanks. School really wasn’t my thing. I probably won’t pay attention if you try to teach me anything.” I was hoping to make him frustrated enough that he would move, and I could escape his grasp. Even if he lost a little focus, I was preparing to deck him and then I was going to make a break for it. I thought about screaming but didn’t want to cause a scene. The entire back room was armed with enough firepower that they could level the entire block if it came to it, so making a scene wasn’t my finest idea. I was also hoping someone would come out of the kitchen, but most of the staff had already left for the night, as it was a slow night in the front of the restaurant. Max was still at the bar, and he likely wouldn’t hear me anyway. I had to figure out how to get out of this mess on my own.

“There’s that smart mouth again,” he said as he ran his hand up my arm and slowly wrapped it around my neck. “Do you know what I do to women that don’t know when to shut up?” he asked as his grip slowly tightened around my neck. My entire body tensed, and my eyes went wide. I knew what was about to happen.

I felt my air being slowly cut off. *Well, shi*.* I definitely didn’t expect this to happen tonight. With my one free arm, I tried hitting him, but he had pressed his body against mine so tightly that I couldn’t get any kind of leverage on him, so my fist was practically useless.

“That’s it. I like it when they struggle. I like it when they beg me to stop.”

Perhaps my smart mouth wasn’t the attribute I thought it was. My mind was racing as I was trying to figure out how to get away from him when I heard the door to the back room open. Footsteps were approaching. No, multiple footsteps were approaching. One last feeble attempt to hit him and suddenly he wasn’t there anymore, and I was on the ground coughing and gasping for air.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and instantly panicked. I scooted away as quickly as I could.

“Whoa, whoa, Persephone. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. You’re safe now.”

I raised my gaze and was met with those blue eyes once again. They were darker in this light, but showing nothing but concern, as he reached out to me one more time. This time, I didn’t move away. He put one arm around my shoulders, and I leaned into his chest. I realized I was crying. He gently stroked my hair and told me everything was going to be alright.

The next thing I knew, he hooked his other arm under my legs and picked me up, carrying me back to the kitchen. It was empty when we walked in. He walked over to one of the food prep tables and sat me down on the table.

Standing in front of me, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me, his hands never leaving my thighs. I stared at his hands while I wiped the tears from my face and tried to compose myself.

I felt his hand, gently, under my chin. He raised my head and tilted it all the way back so he could look at my neck.

“You’re going to have a gnarly bruise tomorrow.”

“Perks of being a redhead. You can look at me hard enough and I’ll bruise.”

He chuckled softly and I let out a laugh as well. It might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but humor made everything better for me. I’d endured some hard times and made it through because I never lost my sense of humor.

Adrik tenderly wrapped one of my loose curls around his finger, while he scanned my face, concern still in his eyes.

“Redheads have a special place in this world. Legend has it they stole the fires of He*ll and that they carry the mark of Cain.”

“It’s all true. I also steal souls, but only on the weekends. Work has been busy lately and I have a surplus of souls, with not enough storage space right now.”

A wide smile came across his face as he laughed. Good grief this man was handsome. I found myself smiling in response to his laughter and in that brief moment I had forgotten the events that led us to this moment.

“You are a unique woman, Persephone.”

“Yeah, that’s true too. Redheads are only 2% of the world’s population and of that 2%, only 2% have an eye color as unique as mine. So, basically, I’m a unicorn.”

I looked into his eyes as I was talking. His smile faded slightly and the intensity returned. He stared into my eyes long enough that I got nervous. I dropped my gaze and started fidgeting with my hands.

My body does this weird thing in response to trauma. It’s like I’m shivering, but I’m not cold. Of course, this was the moment that started up. My therapist had informed me years earlier that it was a somewhat normal trauma response. It hadn’t happened in years, so I wasn’t expecting it to start. I couldn’t get away from Adrik fast enough and he felt my legs shaking.

“Are you cold, solnishko? I can get you my jacket,” he said, his hands running up my arms to cover my bare skin.

“No, it’s…I’m fine,” I said as I hopped off the table. “I should get back to work. Thank you for helping me.” I folded my arms under my chest and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.

The past always has a way of showing up at the most inopportune times.

When I walked back into the meeting room, it was completely empty. Everyone had vanished. I can’t say I was disappointed by this development. I busied myself with gathering up the empty glasses and the few plates I hadn’t managed to clear already to take them to the kitchen. I hear Max whistling as he’s walking down the hallway toward the back room.

“Hey, why did everyone leave in such a hurry?” he asked as he walked in and started to help me clear the tables.

“No idea,” I said. I kept my gaze down, as I was once again on the verge of tears, trying desperately to keep them in so I wouldn’t cry in front of Max. I hated crying in front of people.

“That was weird. I saw two of those giant bodyguards that came in last take a very drunk guy out front and beat the living shit out of him, then walk back inside like nothing happened.”

I dropped the glass in my hand and looked at Max, wide-eyed.

“They did what??”

“Yeah, it was comical. And somewhat sad. But mostly comical. I think it was one of the guys you said was always an asshole to you, so I may or may not have cheered as the bodyguards came back in the restaurant.”

“Max, you have to be careful. You know who these people are.”

“I know, I know, but I was cheering for the Karma that guy was clearly receiving. Hey, wait a minute – what the hell happened to your arms?? And your neck??”

“This was the reason for the Karma.”

“Holy shit, Sephie! Are you okay? What happened? Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I’m fine. That guy is always handsy, but he took it to a new level tonight. I might’ve provoked him slightly and made things worse, so he choked me.”

“No, no, no. Don’t you do that. Don’t you take any of the blame on yourself. That guy is a dick and he had every blow to the face he got tonight coming for putting his hands on you.”

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. I just want to close up so I can go home. I’m really tired.”

“Why don’t you just go? I’ll close everything up.”

“You know I’m not going to leave you here by yourself, Max. You might be a big, strong guy, but that’s still a jerk move. Everyone else is gone already.”

“You’re so stubborn you’d argue with the devil himself.”

“True story.”

Max just shook his head and laughed as he grabbed the last glass off the table and headed to the kitchen.

We quickly got everything cleaned up, put away, and ready for tomorrow’s lunch shift. We’d both been working at the restaurant for a few years now, so we had a routine down and worked together seamlessly. It always took us less time than everyone else to get our list of chores done in the restaurant before closing. We usually laughed and picked at each other during the whole process, so time passed quickly.

We walked out of the back door around 1 am. I stood and waited while he locked the back door, then we walked to our cars together. I was so busy looking at the still cloudy sky that I hadn’t noticed the black SUV parked between Max’s car and my car. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Max hadn’t noticed it yet, as he was looking at his phone. Probably texting whatever girl he was planning on hooking up with that night. He walked a few steps ahead of me, then noticed I was no longer beside him.

“Hey…. wha….” he said as he turned to find me frozen in place, a look of horror on my face as I was hoping the person in that SUV was not who I thought it was. Max looked at my face and then spun around to see the SUV parked between our cars. “Ohhhhh shit,” he said as he took a couple of steps back toward me. Without looking, he pushed me directly behind him as he watched the back door open.

I couldn’t see over Max’s shoulder and I was too scared to peek around him.

“What do you want?” Max yelled. I could feel him trying to be brave for me, but I could also feel how every muscle in his back was tense and rock hard.

“Please, don’t be scared. I only wish to pay Persephone for her excellent service tonight,” a deep and very calm voice said, his Russian accent evident. I recognized that voice. I peeked around Max’s shoulder and sure enough, Mr. Lord King Boss Adrik was walking slowly toward us.

I put my hand on Max’s back and said, “it’s okay, Max. He helped when…you know, Karma. It was his bodyguards.” Max visibly relaxed and inhaled deeply.

“Oh, thank God, I’m not gonna die tonight,” he said under his breath.

I giggled and reached up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You know I got you, gingersnap.”

I walked toward my car and Adrik, who was watching me intently.

“Have you been waiting this whole time? You could’ve just come back into the restaurant. Or dropped it off tomorrow.”

“I had business to take care of. We drove back by and your cars were still here, so we waited. It wasn’t long,” he said as he handed me a fat stack of cash.

“Wha…noooo. This is too much. I can’t accept this,” I said, trying to hand the stack of hundred-dollar bills back to him.

“Please. You earned it,” he said as he once again gently grabbed my chin and tilted my head back so he could see my now darker bruise on my neck.

I could hear him curse under his breath but didn’t quite catch what he said as he inspected my bruise.

“It’s okay, really. I’m fine. I’ve had worse, honestly.”

His eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he scanned my face, once more tucking a loose curl behind my ear. Without realizing it, I leaned into his touch. My eyes closed and I took a deep breath. Just like when we were in the kitchen, I had a moment of complete peace. He placed his palm against my cheek, his thumb lightly caressing my face. I relished in the feeling, in the quiet, in the warmth that I felt in my entire body any time he touched me.

“Are you okay to drive home, solnishko?” His question broke me from my trance, and I momentarily forgot where I was.

“What? Oh. Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Sorry,” I said, quickly looking down at my bag to dig my keys out.

“No need to apologize. I think you need more of that in your life,” he said with that sexy smirk back on his face. If he only knew how correct he actually was…

I woke the next morning, well before my alarm went off, feeling like my throat was on fire. I stretched and immediately regretted it, as my entire body felt like I had been run over by a very large vehicle. Repeatedly.

“Well, that sucked,” I said out loud to myself. Instantly regretting my decision to speak, I started coughing uncontrollably.

I got myself to stop coughing and got out of bed.

*No more outside thoughts, Sephie. Just inside thoughts.*

My phone started ringing as I was walking out of the bathroom. I looked at the caller ID. It was Mr. Turner from across the hall. I immediately answered the call.

“Hey Mr. Turner, is everything alright?” I said in a half-whisper, hoping I didn’t cause another coughing attack.

“Good morning, Miss Sephie. Listen, I don’t want to alarm you, but there was a very large man standing outside your door this morning when I left for work. I asked him what his business was there and he said he’d been assigned to guard you, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else.”

“Well, that’s weird,” I said, biting my lower lip. I tried to think why anyone would be “assigned” to me. Reflexively, my hand went to my neck. “Mr. Turner, was this man the size of a house, with black hair, crew cut and a beard?”

He chuckled and said, “that’s a fitting description of him, yes. You know him?”

“I think I might have an idea. It’s okay, Mr. Turner. He’s one of the good ones. At least I think so.”

“Ok, Miss Sephie, if you say so. If you need anything, you call me right away. I got my old buddy’s son, on the force, on speed dial. I’ll have him to your place in no time if you need him.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turner. I really appreciate it, but I hopefully won’t need that. I promise I’ll call you if it’s not who I think it is.”

We said our goodbyes and I walked to my balcony door. I peeked outside and noticed the black SUV parked in the parking lot below, a few parking spaces from my car once again. The windows were tinted so dark that I could only see a giant hand resting on the steering wheel. As quietly as I could, I walked to the front door and looked through the peep hole. I couldn’t see all of him, but you can’t mistake a physique like that. It was one of the bodyguards that had delivered Anthony’s karma the night before.

I opened the door. He turned around as I said, “good morning, sir. Can I get you a coffee?”

He smiled warmly. “Good morning, Miss Sephie. Thank you, but I’m fine.”

“Don’t be a martyr. You can’t have slept much if you’ve been here since Mr. Turner from across the hall left. Wait, are you on meth? You’re on meth, aren’t you? Is that how you’re awake right now? Don’t lie to me. You might be four times as big as me, but I know kung fu.”

That got a belly laugh out of him.

“No, ma’am. Not on meth. I still have all my teeth – see?” he said in his thick Russian accent, showing me his teeth as proof of his abstinence from meth.

“Touché. But you’ve still gotta be tired. C’mon. You basically saved my life last night. The least I can do is make you a cup of coffee.”

His warm smile stretched across his face once more and he ran his hand through his buzzed hair. “Sure, Miss Sephie. That would be great,” he said.

“Does your pal in the parking lot want one too? You know, while I’m at it, can I get your names? For the coffee order, of course.”

He chuckled and said, “I’m Viktor. The guy in the parking lot is Andrei.”

“How very Russian of you both. Please, Viktor, come inside while I make the coffee. It’s weird to have you standing outside my door. I already give my neighbors enough gossip as it is without a gigantic Russian statue outside my door.”

Another belly laugh from Viktor made me smile as well. He looked like he could kill you with his mind, but I could tell that Viktor had a heart of gold. He walked into my apartment, slightly nervous, but scanning the room like the dutiful guardian he is.

I busied myself in the kitchen, first pulling my wild, previously slept in hair into a bun on top of my head, then I set about making coffee.

“Are you hungry, Viktor? I can make breakfast too. I don’t even know what time it is right now, but it’s always bacon time in this house. Can Andrei come inside too, or do I need to make his to go?”

“No, please, Miss Sephie, that is not necessary.”

“Um, hello. Saved my life. Least I can do. We’ve been over this, Viktor. Don’t argue with me. You won’t win.”

He laughed, shaking his head. He just said one word, “ryzhiy.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a translation.

He chuckled. “Redhead,” he responded.

“Damn skippy. Now how do you take your coffee? With the crushed-up bones of your enemies? Or without?”

This time, he slapped the counter he laughed so hard. He threw his head back and cackled.

“You are a funny woman, Miss Sephie.”

“It’s a gift.”

I set a coffee cup in front of him, along with milk and sugar, so he could make it the way he wanted.

“Are you going to call Andrei to come up here too? Or do I have to make you follow me out to the parking lot to deliver his coffee?”

“I will call him.”

“Smart man, Viktor. Smart man,” I said as I winked at him and set about getting the pans needed to cook breakfast.

In seemingly no time at all, there was a knock on my front door. Viktor immediately stood up from the bar at the kitchen counter where he was sitting. His hand instinctively going to his gun at his hip. He held his other hand up to me, indicating that I should stay where I was and to be quiet. For a moment, I struggled to breathe, wondering if it was someone other than Andrei at my door.

[yaoipublicdomain]

DISTRUST

by Sephi

Fandom: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Pairing: (F/F) Enoshima Junko / Ikusaba Mukuro

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Whumptober 2022, Twincest, Sibling Incest, Sister/Sister Incest, Blood and Gore, Snuff, Masturbation, Sexual Tension, Betrayal, Deception, Non-Graphic Smut, Disguise, Impersonation, Spoilers

Summary: Mukuro Ikusaba is all too excited to finally play the part of the person she cherishes most.

Read on: AO3 | Tumblr (under the cut)

A/N: This won’t really make a whole lot of sense unless you know what’s revealed at the end of the game. Warning for crazy spoilers for the first game!

This is day three for Whumptober. The prompt was:

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

Upon seeing the word impaled, the first thing I thought about was twincest Mukuro… : )

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Mukuro Ikusaba felt giddy beneath the embrace of her sister's clothes. She could still remember the feeling of Junko Enoshima, the sister she looked upon fondly despite her sick perversion—maybe even because of her corrupt inner nature—as she’d dressed Mukuro, how devious she looked adjusting each button across Mukuro’s borrowed blouse. With admiration and affection, Mukuro embodied all that Junko was, stepping into her form with enthusiasm, eager for her sister to become the excited voyeur to such a heartfelt performance.

She argued with Monokuma, the avatar and headmaster at the helm of her fraternal twin sister's killing game. Mukuro was very well-behaved, but only for Junko, submitting only under her orders. She followed the steps of their plans carefully, masterfully, the tactician in her eager to surface from a life of training as the Ultimate Soldier. Seeing the culmination of one of the ultimate plans of The Despair Sisters sent her mind whirling as it was brought to fruition. It was so easy to act like a klutz or like a stupid bimbo when Mukuro felt so horny, her mind clouded with gruesome thoughts of how she and her twin might share a corpse, or how they might push each individual murder into motion. She felt herself wet against her sister's used lacy panties, the ones that Junko had made Mukuro watch her cum in before she forced them up and over Mukuro’s lean, muscled legs. Junko sent her out this morning like that, with her cum still hot and wet against Mukuro, knowing how crazy it would make her pet dog.

Mukuro had caused the commotion in the gymnasium that Junko had explained was necessary the night before. Mukuro kicked up a huge fuss. Merely speaking with the voice Mukuro used to play the role of Junko Enoshima felt electric as it poured from her lips. Mukuro felt her mind sting, becoming thoughtless and empty of all but the feeling of Junko’s clothes across her body, held so close. She could still smell Junko over her, in her hair—her body smelled impossibly similar to her beloved Junko. Mukuro looked at the way her red nails glinted under the pressure of the thick fluorescent lighting, smiling to herself at how erotic her hands looked since they had been so carefully transformed into her twin's.

I’m becoming her, Mukuro thought, feeling herself spiral into an abyss of pleasure tainted with the darkness of degenerate despair. I’ve truly become one with Junko Enoshima.

Monokuma guffawed at her threats about how this ‘Junko Enoshima’ had no interest in taking any part in this killing game. The girl behind this stuffed animatronic knew better, could see just how much Mukuro relished getting to play such an important role. He argued with her, threatening to discipline her.

Now came the final act in this important performance. Mukuro kicked Monokuma down to the floor just as she’d been told. Junko had explained to her in great detail what would happen next. Monokuma would chastise her, slap her a little or punish her by locking her in confinement until the end of the day. It would send quite the message to the other students to not do the same. Mukuro was looking forward to her isolation—she couldn’t wait to finally masturbate until she couldn’t possibly cum anymore. It felt like she’d been waiting forever .

“Violence against Headmaster Monokuma is not allowed. You’ve violated a school regulation…” Mukuro could hear her twin sister’s voice as clear as day behind Monokuma’s. Before she could enjoy the anticipation of what was about to come next, Monokuma began to shift totally off of their rehearsed script. “I invoke the mighty summon spell! Help! To me, godly spear Gungnir!”

It was completely in her sister’s sense of humor. Mukuro’s—no, this ‘Junko Enoshima’s’—eyes widened in surprise. As discreetly as she could, she made a questioning face at Monokuma, into the tiny cameras that fed directly to where Junko was staked out, undoubtedly getting herself off to her sister's demonstration of horror.

A strange sound rang out from the ceiling, like clattering metal. Mukuro looked up, searching from behind her cloudy blue-eyed contacts. Her heart pounded in her chest. This wasn’t part of the plan. Her stomach felt sick, twisting in knots. This wasn’t at all part of the plan.

Panic set in as something unfolded above them, as though it were unlocking at Monokuma’s command. It happened in seconds, as fast as lightning, but Mukuro felt the stress and anxiety draw the moments out. They were so painfully slow, blazing before her in their journey towards their sick climax.

Thick, phallic spears hailed down, crashing towards the exact place Mukuro stood—where she’d been instructed to stand. Mukuro stared in disbelief and terror at the way they shone, their threatening points gleaming as they soared on their hungry descent. There was no time to run; in the instant her eyes could focus upon them, they were already determined, destined in their path to penetrate her flesh.

Junko’s betrayal happened in the most drawn out way possible, each spear was timed so that it would meet with Mukuro’s body one at a time. Mukuro groaned in agony as she heard the first tip come shrieking down above her head, rushing to plunge into her stomach. It tore her open, shredding her organs instantly. The pain was so brutal it sent bile and blood shooting out of Mukuro’s carefully glossed lips. Mukuro’s eyes were wide in her skull, the shock pounding through her in a confusing emotion, an indescribable sensation. Her shaking hands reached for where the spear had raped her body so brutally, but all she could do was weakly clasp her hands around it, the bite of the cold metal her stark reminder that this was real. She felt all of the color drain from her face.

“H-huh?” She gasped pathetically.

Her twin sister, the woman she’d worshiped and obeyed with bated breath, was murdering her in cold blood. Monokuma—the stand-in for her dear sister—howled with laughter.

She watched her blood, the blood that spattered out when the first blade collapsed, as it soaked into the faux fur of Monokuma’s plush body. Mukuro resented that; if her sister had to kill her, she should have at least have had the decency to do it herself. Mukuro howled in the unhinged rage that one can only feel at the brink of death.

The second blade connected, soaring into the opposite end of her lower stomach. It pierced her into the floor where she stood, completely impaled. Less blood erupted from her beaten body this time. Gore spewed from her mouth in thick, almost solid globs.

Now the third came. It felt like it was happening faster. Mukuro could hardly hold the strength to stare into Monokuma’s beady, camera eyes.

The fourth. The rest of her classmates shrieked with panic and dread, but none could help her now. She was completely shredded. It was an incredible miracle that the first spear hadn’t instantly killed her.

The fifth and sixth landed in unison. She stopped quivering, her body like a broken punching bag, no longer resisting the penetration.

Just like that, Mukuro Ikusaba never moved again.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER floor #4

A portion of these were sent in/inspired by an ask sent by @strawberrysnortshake

Zack: Ironically this isn't the first time I've accidentally eaten chalk.

Angeal: Attention everyone we're now taking votes. Raise your hand if you would sleep with Sephi—I DIDN'T FINISH SAYING HIS NAME PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN.

Kunsel: We're all out of duct tape. Angeal used the last of it to tape Genesis to the ceiling.

Sephiroth: Are you satisfied with your fish sticks, Zackary?

Genesis: Why does it smell like mommy issues in here—oh hi, Sephiroth.

Zack: I'm officially 23% goat milk.

Genesis: Well well well if it isn't my old nemesis, Heterosexuality.

Zack: Aww! 🥰 You're the antichrist!

Cloud: Yeah you're a SOLDIER alright, a sold your ass.

Zack: Where are we supposed to put this giant clown statue?

Lazard: WHY do you have a giant clown statue?

Sephiroth walking towards Genesis's office with a flamethrower: The goddess has had it good for far too long.

Essai: If we all chip in, we can finally buy Kunsel a face.

Genesis: I guess this means that the box labeled used illegal knick-knacks is off limits?

Roche: let's all dance maniacally and pretend we're gay!

Lazard: ANGEAL THAT ELEVATOR IS COMING OUT OF YOUR PAYCHECK!

Sephiroth: Are you, as the kids say, flexing on 'em?

Zack: Does anyone know what happened to my Sephiroth scented candle?

Sephiroth: I'll add murder supplies and can of whipped cream to the shopping list.

Luxiere: Let me guess, nobody cared about your light up sneakers?

Zack: 🎶 We take the pain out of paint 🎶

Roche: Have a slutty, slutty evening, director.

Angeal: Gen, can you let me have a cup of coffee before you start divulging your theories on why Cloud Strife is a time traveler?

Zack: I am going to default dance my way through hell!

Cloud: Cool trick! I'm a wizard now.

Genesis: I will start rumors about your sex life.

Lazard: Sephiroth I can't fire you, but I can mysteriously make sure you go bald.

Kunsel: This is a cave. Nothing really matters.

Sephiroth: how does one acquire a leprechaun? Can you order one online?

Roche: Commander Rhapsodos is so pretty. He reminds me of a prostitute.

Sephiroth: Genesis got me a journal for my birthday. I think I'm supposed to write down my feelings but I don't have enough pages for that.

Kunsel: when will we be free from the chains of foot pictures?

Genesis: If I find drugs in this office I'm confiscating it for my own personal use.

Lazard: Would anyone care to explain why there was a condom filled with grape jelly in the break room?

Zack(drunk): Good evening, my esteemed bastards.

Angeal: Bullying is only allowed on the SOLDIER floor if it makes Genesis cry.

Sephiroth: Mental healthn't.

Kunsel: is anyone here familiar with the concept of witchcraft? we're hexing Commander Rhapsodos at dawn.

Luxiere: Here kitty kitt—Oh that is a huuuge cat—OH IT'S GENERAL SEPHIROTH.

Angeal: Why did you spell salmonella as Sal Minella???? Who's Sal???

Sephiroth, while walking towards his office with an entire pie and a fork: Do not presume to question my actions.

Lazard: If we suffer any more budget cuts we're going to use Zack's hair as a broom.

Sephiroth: Which one of you locked Director Lazard in the Janitor's closet?

Cloud, watching Genesis recite LOVELESS: The evil gay red man is at it again.