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Knowing that this is what Miniroth looked like after his little blow up really explains why Angeal doesn’t take the pushback seriously lol.

This is like seeing a feral kitten hiss after being offered affection.

Angeal is literally the kid in this video

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Oh hell this is beautiful, the lighting, the warmth they have together. Ugh I have been blessed 😮‍💨

Smoke and Memories.

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Ur honor... she's just a princess!

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Il fait chaud là un peu nan

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@nightmateria lol this is not the fanart I was talking about in my post but it is certainly one of the Seph wips I decided to finish 😅

I may have an obsession with those time travel fics where AC Cloud tries to murk CC Sephiroth, but is dismayed to find that his nemesis pre-nibelheim was basically a wet cat with clinical depression. And then Cloud's like Oh No He's Pathetic. I Cannot Kill Him.

(And then they make out- whaaat, who said that)

Note: I put him in a sweatshirt cause I wanted him to be comfy

Note part 2: Why is he hiding under a desk, I dunno he's coping, leave him alone

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expectation vs reality

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i love u sephiroth <3

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They make me ill

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Nojima, taking a drag off a cartoonishly long cigarette:

“LMAO so get this, they wanted me to do Sephiroth’s backstory finally, and I was like…oh boy fucking great here we go, I gotta write all the dumbass sad villain backstory shit after 30 years of keeping Sephiroth in the safe zone *snorts cocaine* so I decided like…well, let me do this shit the right way, ya know? I had this great idea, like what if Sephiroth was a kid once and like a really small one, like way too cute to be a super-powered anime god but still forced to be one and he never knew any other *downs whiskey shot* kids his own age and he has the chance to meet one when he’s around 14 but he ends up having to kill the mf and like…he loses first ever friends because of it…and later they surround him - oh they’re adults btw - and there’s a fucking *hic* dog judging him too and they all start calling him a monster and a murderer and he totally breaks down but THEN *hits bong* his fake alien mom who looks like his actual real absent mother saves him to manipulate him into turning against everyone and did I mention he’s a child and oh also the mom is the one casting all the illusions to begin with lol and—”

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To be able to recognize you can leave an abusive situation, especially one you're born into is incredibly difficult and not an easy process to go through. Imagine how Sephiroth felt after stating "I may abandon Shinra."

The excitement, the fear, the anxiety, the pain in that feeling. The environment at Shinra is all he's ever known, that objectification and false glorification, being treated as less than human for as long as he could remember. He could finally leave. What would come after, who knows, but he'd be out.

And then he gets to Nibelheim. He learns he was never free, there was never a time he was free, there was never even a chance. His life wasn't his, his very existence didn't belong to him. He wasn't born and then taken to be an experiment, he wasn't even born naturally. Ever since he was first thought of, he was an experiment.

He didn't exist because someone wanted a son, he existed because they needed a specimen.

Even the dreams, the fantasies in his mind of his mother coming to save him and spending time with her, having her care are completely shattered. The library in the manor tells him he never had a mother. The woman in the photo didn't exist. If there wasn't a chance of those things happening before, it was now at absolute zero.

He wasn't loved. He was never loved. There was never a chance to be loved. The people who cared, who he thought cared, were gone or dead. All he had was Jenova.

Was Mother.

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The irony of everything is that Sephiroth most definitely would have left Shinra if he hadn't been sent to Nibelheim. He was tired. He was emotionally drained. He WASN'T about to take orders from Heidegger. And he was done. He'd done his time, suffered in silence, generated as much wealth and publicity for the company as possible. It was time he took a well earned rest.

One more mission and he could leave. One more mission and he was finally free. The losses of Angeal and Glenn had been a bitter blow. But he had just enough time and energy to make one more tiny sacrifice for the company that raised him. One more, in the vain hopes that Genesis and Lazard would keep well enough away for everything to progress smoothly.

And at first, everything is okay. He's traveling. He's with Zack. He's tired, but he's with it. The job is laughably simple. The energies are chummy, playful. His surroundings are curiously nostalgic, but it's almost a salve for the situation. Warm. Fleetingly familiar. Sephiroth momentarily believes that all is well, that he doesn't have to push himself over the edge again, that this is nothing--nothing--compared to some of the trials he's faced in the past. He can do his job and leave. He can be whole again. He can find what he's been looking for.

And maybe, someday, he can be happy.

Then the buzzing in his head begins. Closer towards the reactor, closer, practically crawling beneath his skin. It's everywhere, all around him. In his gut and throat, his blood and bones. Closeness. Something lost. Something denied. Close to him. So close, he could reach out beyond that bolted door and just.....

Flicker in the shadows. The twitch of something cruel and creeping, lurking, waiting.

He blinks in the dark. He sees the tanks.

And everything falls apart.

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Excerpt from a WIP

based of this post

Feedback or ideas is nice! Pls don't steal but feel free to write it or something similar just @ me so I can see it! If you stumble across fics link this hmu!!!!! I would love that :)

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This could not be happening. Bruce would give anything for this not to be happening. Most would think that after everything he did that his parents standing in the entryway of the manor would bring tears to his eyes, or make him fall to his knees. His beautiful, amazing, stupid children must have too, given the sheepish smile Dick had on. But all Bruce could think was, good Lord please put them back.

His father was walking up to him, "Tesoro mio, guarda quanto sei alto."[My darling look how tall you are]. Bruce hadn't moved. His mother hadn't moved from her place with her hands clutched over her chest, smiling with tears in her eyes.

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Oh. Oh, no.

Alfred could see the panic in Bruce's eyes.

Most would think that Bruce's biggest wish was for his parent's to be alive again.

Alfred knew better.

Yes Bruce regretted the way they were taken from him, yes he wished they could've had more time, but Bruce hadn't had them in his life since he was eight. Hadn't lived by their rules since then. Hadn't lived according to their expectations.

God bless Martha and Thomas Wayne, but by Gotham they had expectations.

"Children why don't we give your father some time alon-" Crap

"Children?  Amore mio, hai figli?" [My love you have children?] Bruce visually flinched. Alfred had messed up horribly. And he was a horrible coward, "This way," he said herding the evil zombie delivery service children through the door. He could only hope that Bruce would forgive him as he left, given the way he was staring at him from over Thomas' shoulder that was unlikely.

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THIS FACE. Genesis' cockiness is still baffling to him