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[holly-fixation]

Until It's Useful

Summary: Sons love their mothers more. Daughters love their fathers more. Human. Alien. Hybrid. Or god. It makes no difference. Not even for the calamity.

Author’s Note: I usually stay away from OCs. That’s just a personal policy of mine. But the idea of Sephiroth, his majestic Safer form and all, with a tiny child at his side (or maybe hiding behind a wing), has been running through my head for months. There’s not much I can say other than ‘I needed to let this out’. (Be warned, there is still plenty of angst). 

Further inspired by my ask to @altocat . 

Please enjoy.

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Sons love their mothers more. That was simply how existence should be, naturally, expectedly, and no truer words were spoken in the case of Sephiroth. Not after learning what he truly was.

All daughters naturally crave a connection with their fathers. At first, Sephiroth believed this would force this accident of a child to adapt and aid in his and Mother’s conquest as quickly as possible. He translated Mother’s empathic connection to him with ease now, only a few seconds required, after so much time in the Lifestream, which he now controlled on their new planet. 

But that child… He didn’t do anything for it to ‘occur’. He found her, tiny and alive, under the meteor when it landed in Midgar. It cried and wailed in the debris of Shinra Tower. Its existence plucked the tiniest thread of reunion in his mind, the tiniest call, connection. She had Mother’s cells. She had his cells. He knew it. He felt it. So he saved her.

Despite knowing he never mated with anyone on that planet, even before learning the truth of his existence, this was his child, the start of their shining future. She was an experiment too. That should only add to her strength and, someday, her ability to aid in their conquest. She was a test, a test of his ability to sustain life on this new planet. And he did not fail.

However, she was helpless, useless, weak, fragile. Human. 

He had no idea who the mother was, nor did he care. This child of his needed to change. He wasted too much time trying to keep her alive and unlock her potential. She was small, and pointless. Mother constantly reminded him of that, only occasionally offering a hint of praise at the child’s progress, yet only when the potential began to show. He never ignored Mother, leaving the child for hours at a time for his real task. Still, he always came back to her human-brown hair and round red eyes that glowed deeply among her round pupils, pulling up memories from so long before, pulling him back to her side even for only minutes at a time before Mother intervened.

The moment she could feed, clothe, and clean herself without aid, he left her in a stocked home to continue building his world. Mother whispered in his ear constantly when that child wasn’t around, exactly as he wanted, giving suggestions, explanations, and the warm feeling of her love within him. Finally, everything felt right again. Every surge of power or flap of his wings. Every success at terraforming the planet to his design. Everything.

Still, he went back to her once a year, simply to check on her progress. Well, more than once to restock her supplies, but only during her sleep. She was so annoying when she woke. Hyperactive with only human speed, ranting and blabbering with flubbed language, trying to show her strength, trying to show her worth, claiming she was finally ready to help him out in the real world. It always ended the same way: she asked if she was ready. He always said no. 

Now she was seven years old. This time, when he arrived, she didn’t run out to greet him, her brown hair not bouncing as excitedly as she did, her red eyes not engulfing his attention upon first glance. The small shelter was quiet. Silent. 

Where. Is she? He didn’t have time for this. It was dawn. This was her day. If she wouldn’t bother appearing, then he would leave. 

But something in his gut told him not to. Something different. An instinct he didn’t know he had. After a moment, Mother told him too. Without thinking, he entered the home. 

She wasn’t in the main room. Or the side room. Or the kitchen. Or her bedroom. There was absolutely no way she didn’t see him if she was outdoors, the glow from his halo impossible to miss. 

Where. Is. She? He’s more than annoyed. He’s frustrated. His anger expanded with every lack of response, and Mother gave her a grand total of ten seconds to make herself known before he abandoned her for twenty years, when she would either already be useful, or be dead.

Helpless. 

He winced. What was that feeling? It was so slight, so miniscule, yet impossible to ignore. Mother never sent him emotions like that. Throughout every moment, she only made him stronger. So few whispers ever harmed him in any way. 

Alone. 

Another tug on that cord that connected him. It wasn’t Mother, for she was always with him. He was never alone, so why-

Helpless. Alone. 

What is it? What. The hell. Is it?

Alone. Alone. Alone. 

He closed his eyes in focus as he searched for the epicenter of the feeling. Something inside him, perhaps? What else could it be? 

Helpless…

His eyes snapped open. His child. It was his child, calling and reaching out to him the same way it did before he first discovered her. Except now her call came from the forest behind the home.

His face curled to a sneer. Did she try running away? Did she get lost on her own and give up? What made her concoct this waste of his time? Just because the forest was safe didn’t mean she could enter alone. Did she get herself stuck? Is she hurt?

Mother made him push those thoughts aside before he followed the thin thread through the trees, weaving and gliding through the massive ocean of trunks without a single lost beat of his majestic form. As he got closer, he no longer followed the strand of reunion. He followed the sound of high pitch, laborious breaths. No footsteps. No progress. No small monsters approaching. His target did not move. 

She couldn’t be too far. And he was confident she would approach him first, upon seeing his light. 

“Father…?” Her voice rang like a sweet little bell, as weak as a kitten’s mew. 

He said nothing as he continued forward, only a bit more. 

“Is that you?” The strength in her voice returned and she shuffled up from the grass before gasping. “Father!” 

The tiny crunching of needles under her pounding feet finally signaled the progress he needed to stop his advance. She came to him, but if she didn't have a good enough excuse as to how this happened and why she's here, he’d punish her for these ripping emotions and wasted time, before leaving at once. 

Finally, he saw her running towards him, her hair a rat’s nest of knots with adorning broken twigs, her skin and clothes marred with dirt and stems of leaves she clearly tried to brush off on her way, her red eyes glowed wide with admiration. But her cheeks were stained with wiped tears. 

He scowled as she approached excitedly, relief in her breath. 

Once close, she choked on her own throat and stopped instantly. He saw the apology in her eyes before she even tried to open her mouth. Her body tensed and cringed, trying to stop her from answering to no avail. “Father, I…”

“What are you doing out here?” His words boomed and echoed throughout the trees, while her’s barely reached him with their timidity. He didn’t care what she did on her own time, but she knew this was his day.

She clutched her arms. “I was…”

Sephiroth glared. Great, now she’s whining, just on the verge of sniffling. Perhaps he should’ve left her here this year. 

To his surprise, she took a slow, deep breath and hardened her eyes, forcing her strength back into her body. Inhale. Exhale.

“I learned how to fly.”

He raised a silver brow and waited for further explanation. 

“I wanted to meet you in the sky, as a surprise. So I’ve been practicing. Every day. For longer and farther and higher each time.” She sighed at the memory of her coming words. “But I tested myself yesterday by trying to fly over this forest. I wanted to be ready for you. I wanted to be sure.” Her gaze finally broke to the floor, the disappointment in her own voice resonating through her body and weakening her resolve. “But I didn’t make it… I fell through a tree… and I got lost… and I’ve been here all night...”

His gaze sharpened, but she was still looking away, her eyes completely shielded from him. He felt another whisper as he spoke, “You can hurt yourself all you wish, but don’t expect me to come save you-”

“No I’m not!” She suddenly yelled and stomped her feet, but it wasn’t at him or his statement. She didn’t even look at him, turning and staring up at something randomly, her eyes never remaining in the same place for more than a sentence. “I flew a hundred laps around the house! I’m not stupid! I just made a mistake!” 

“Be silent and listen,” He scolded. A faint, malicious whisper went through his mind.

Again, she did not respond to him. “I know I’m not strong enough! Or big enough! Or fast enough! I’m not ready… I know I’m not but I wasn’t trying to be...” 

“What are you talking to?” He tried a sharper tone, yet to no avail. 

“I just wanna watch! How am I supposed to learn anything if you don’t let him bring me?”

His anger simultaneously skyrocketed and plummeted. She was speaking with Mother, like a verbal conversation rather than an emotional connection. Like she was on a phone, and she didn’t even know what a phone was, the technology lost completely to the old planet shortly after her birth. It took him years in the Lifestream to partially understand Her. Even now, he needed a few short seconds to translate, but this child didn’t miss a beat as she spoke back.

Despite this, she talked back to Mother, blatantly ignored him, and gave them both nothing but disrespect. 

“Nova,” Sephiroth growled his daughter’s name.

Instantly, the little girl snapped her gaze to his and silenced.

“Don’t you dare speak to Her like that.”

She looked down. “I’ll stop… but She said it was okay as long as we came to an agreement.”

A silent affirmation drifted past him, so he did not punish her. Yet he still wouldn’t allow this disrespect. “Don’t, do it again.”

She nodded slowly, clutching her arms again.

Still, despite her actions, she easily communicated with Mother. “How long has she spoken to you?”

Nova looked up to him with a tilted head and crossed brows, taking a moment before responding, “I don’t understand the question.”

“When did you first hear her?”

She shrugged. “I always hear her. When she’s talking to me…” She sighed and shook her head. “I know you two talk, but I can barely hear a mumble between you.”

“How often does she speak to you?”

“All the time.” She glanced away again, cringing at her own poor explanations. “...she taught me how to speak… kind of… It’s complicated…”

Before he asked his next question, her stomach growled, and she grabbed at the sound and grew even more sheepish.

How did his child end up so fearful?

“You’re hungry,” he stated.

She nodded slowly. “...and tired…”

With a slow breath, he lowered, folding his wings in an arc around him on the ground, and offered his hand. “Come. You’re going home.”

The sadness in her eyes made his mind stall. “I wanna go with you… please…”

He said nothing, staring in what he thought was intimidation, but she grew up with him, so clearly it lost its edge.

“I can… follow and watch… just for today… I-I’ll be quiet…” She knew she ruined the day, and she knew her begging was more than likely to get her into more trouble. But she had to try. “That’s all I ask, Father…”

Sephiroth sighed. Her request would lessen the time he wasted here if he could continue his work. But she’s very young, and he highly doubted her skills were as strong as she claimed. “After you eat, show me your flight, and I will consider it.”

Her red eyes flickered in excitement, but dimmed quickly to hide her show of emotion as she grabbed his hand. He still felt the joy in her grip, despite her attempt at control. 

This small child gave him much to think about. If she could instantly understand Mother, he needed to test it. If successful, she found her use in their conquest, and he would let her join him. If it failed- …no. He knew she was telling the truth. The only test was the usefulness of her skills, testing her translations in the middle of conquest. 

* * *

They arrived at the home. Sephiroth made a meal for the child as the child left to wash out the remains of the forest on her body, returning eventually in a clean set of clothes. Unlike every other day he visited, she ate the meal in silence, speaking not a single story of her time here or questions about his progress. It was…unsettling, the silence of the home even with her presence. Still, she stayed quiet, only looking up from her meal to stare at him. 

She always liked his halo. 

He didn’t technically need this form for their conquest, but he enjoyed the power emanating from his wings to his halo, the richness from his literal glow. He occasionally reverted to his ‘soldier’ form, yet he wanted his daughter to see the power she came from. And what one day, she would aid. 

Perhaps that day was today.

Soon enough, she finished her meal, folding the napkin at the side of the dirty plate. Without asking, she approached the door and held it open for her father. 

He understood and followed her outside. 

There, outside the confines of the small home, his daughter quickly began to rise, floating all on her own. Past him, past his halo, past the roof, above the trees, and higher, and higher, and higher, until her breath caught on the lack of breathable air. She lowered herself slowly as she tried to regain her breath before finally landing in front of him. 

She did not say anything. She simply waited for his response, anxiously grabbing at her own dress for comfort. 

He stayed silent, considering her skills against his own. She lacked speed. She clearly limited her flight in fear of faltering again. Perhaps she could follow, but he needed confirmation. “You must tell me when you’re too far behind.”

Her little eyes brightened slowly. 

“I don’t care how far it is. Miles or feet. If you feel you cannot keep up, you must tell me, and I will bring you home. Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly, unable to hide the toothy smile on her face. “Yes, Father!”

“You will tell me exactly what She says when She speaks to you, no matter what I’m doing. Without these exceptions, you will be quiet. No questions, no statements, no stories. You will only watch.”

The little girl nodded again. 

“Good.” 

With that, he flapped his wings and shot instantly into the air. She jumped and followed very far behind, so far he assumed she would give up before they reached the location. Yet she didn’t. She flew much shorter distances at a much lower altitude, stopping on solid ground for minutes at a time, but she still followed his instructions. She only called to him when repeating Mother’s words. 

Once he arrived at the mountain range, he began, causing avalanches with gravity spells to expose the solid land beneath, infecting the land with the smallest bit of tainted lifestream to take root and expand. It was his child’s first time watching, so he kept his tasks simple for her sake. 

Yet Mother didn’t like that, and the moment his child caught up with him, she passed on the message to stop holding back for her sake. He obeyed, she watched in awe as he changed the land with deliberate ease, even as she needed to keep landing for minutes at a time before flying back up to him. Her constant up and down eventually wore on her persistence to stay at his side, at some point even spending an hour on a mountain top instead of behind him. When she returned, he expected her to finally give into her exhaustion, finally asking him to bring her home. 

She didn’t.

She grabbed one of his six white wings with both hands tightly, not preventing movement in any way. Out of pure curiosity, he let her, wanting to see what exactly she thought she could accomplish. She followed the unconscious oscillating pattern that aided in his flight. After enough cycles, she clung to the limb with her arms and legs, resting her head on the soft feathers, and closed her eyes with a soft sigh.

…Did she… just fall… asleep? 

He stared in surprise with a raised brow as her breathing slowed, her soft breaths barely rustling a single white plume. Meanwhile, she’s clamped on a wing he moves at least ninety degrees for each flap. How was she okay with that? How was she comfortable enough to sleep? 

Despite his internal confusion, she only adjusted slightly and went back to rest. 

She’ll hurt herself. 

No. This wouldn’t do. She needed to go back home. This was more than an inconvenience for him. What if she slipped off? Of course he could save her, but she shouldn’t be blatantly putting herself in danger. Not yet.

Reward her. 

The command surprised him, the feeling overwhelming, so he did not ignore it. He peeled her off his lower wing, choosing not to hear her small groan of protest, and held her close, in a much safer location, nuzzled between his chest and his large black wing as he curled it around her. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and adjusted silently, resting her head on his shoulder. Another sigh left her lips, a happy one, as she snuggled comfortably against her father.

He… didn’t mind having her there, so he continued. He forced the formation of the lands to fit his desire, he rose and lowered temperature with some of the most powerful magic ever seen, he curved rivers and mountains and valleys to obey his will. All while carrying a child in his wing. 

“Father…” She called in a distant voice, as if speaking from the realm of sleep. Was she finally giving in?

“Yes, Nova?” 

Just a simple sentence, and he’d take her back to the home. 

“...I love you…”

Suddenly, he froze, stopping his magic and the conquest. Something clutched his chest. Something human. 

She didn’t know that phrase. 

How did she learn it?

Another whisper from Mother stopped his train of thought. 

I love you, Sephiroth. 

So that’s where. His mind stalled on how to respond. The child was more than likely asleep, more likely to forget this admission. But he wouldn’t. So instead, he planted a single kiss to the top of her head and rubbed circles along her back with his hand. That seemed to satisfy her for now, her body flattening like a pillow against him, boneless and comfortable. 

Just as promised, he did not take her home until she asked. He made her one last meal before sending her off to bed. Soon her day with him ended, and sadness claimed her heart in the small home as she watched him leave again, watching the glow fade away through the glass of her window. 

Another year…

She hoped he’d be back sooner.

He knew he would be, because she had a purpose, a use, after so many years. She communicated with Mother as easily as with him. She’s heard Mother since the day she was born. 

Finally, she can aid Jenova’s cause. She’s finally useful. 

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Thanks for reading!

Alternate Perspective

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[stageturn]

(slides u a jon) got time for a draw this in your style?

use #stageturnDTIYS to participate :D

HAVE FUN!!!!! (closeups under the cut :3)

and here's the actual doodle of s1 Jon

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[kangals]

friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

[werewolfsister]

Nothing like finding a body in the trunk of your cherry red sports car after a hard day at work!

edit: crying 5.9k notes this is crazier than finding a body in the trunk of your cherry red sports car

[nicktoonsunite]

misc NU doodles part tres

last comic is based off off my nasb 2 clip

[thepictoblr]

Woke up last night, barely remember writing this, went straight back to sleep

[bluismie]

“Even the sinners dream”

[cheesit-notes]

"s'fucking small"

lieutenant ghost who has a major size kink.

tags: MDNI!, size kink obvi, manhandling teehee, fem reader, fingering, you're put in a mating press, lowkey praise?

a/n: sorry for the late post, i went to hoyofest '23 and then tumblr went down for a bit but teehee take ghost and size kink (i want him to manhandle me)

ghost likes to hold things after you hold them just to see how big his hands look on it compared to yours. does the thing where he makes you hold his phone and later compares it to his cock. (when hard, he is most definitely over 7 inches and at least 5 inches in girth, you can't tell me he can act like this if his cock was any less)

loves manhandling you 'cause god, look at you! so small next to him. he absolutely adores your hand in his, just shows him how big he is compared to you.

when he has you pinned to the bed, legs spread out showing off your pretty little cunt to him, just him. god, and you're so wet, letting him slip in a finger in so easily. one hand holding yours down, your knees pressing against your chest as he pushes himself onto you. revels in the fact he can just engulf your entire body with his larger one.

slips a few fingers in and out, seeing you squirm around trying to rub on him trying to get any form of friction. teases you by rubbing your clit, just a little. then when he's had enough, he'll stand up and let you watch as he slowly takes off his belt and let his cock spring free.

an arm to support him, your knees now next to your head because of the position, and his cock lined up with your cunt. he'll ram it in with no time for you to adjust (he's so mean). gets him all riled up seeing a bulge in your stomach. he'll grunt out your name and little comments about how you're "s'fucking small" and how you're taking him in sooo good. he'll put you in a mating press. eventually, he's just panting and moaning your name as you squeeze around him with a death grip on your hips and thighs.

god you look so cute as he fucks your brains out.

[cinnamoncatto]

Pose study + i tried out a new brush

[aceissomunster]

discowing + jaybin ! press for quality

txtless + ref under the cut

ignore my horrible art please i drew this on ibis paint x with my finger and the soft felt tip pen brush. and my crappy penmanship.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[tzarrz]

i listen to fog lake too much

[stealingpotatoes]

If BBBO had met would Bail be able to improve Owen's opinion of Obi-Wan?

he can try...

(commission info // tip jar!)

[josephtrohman]

can someone please just hold that mf from fall out boy already