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Sephiroth not knowing the concept of personal space mood board

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yo check out this weird bug i found

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yep. this is them.

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capitalism breeds innovation

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Would.

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Sephiroth turning into a toddler and being taken care of by Genesis was so cute! And a bit terrifying bc of the tiger thing. But mostly cute. How would Angeal, Zack and Cloud react if they were the ones who had to care for baby Sephiroth? I'd say cadet Cloud would be ecstatic but I'm not sure how would time traveler Cloud fare, I mean I don't think he could neglect a child even if that child is Sephiroth right?

Genesis gets called away on a mission and reluctantly relinquishes toddler Sephiroth—tears, speeches, a kiss to Sephiroth's forehead—to Angeal. Angeal's babysitting regime includes: Immediate meal prep with organic, balanced, and colorful meals; educational shows on TV, strapping Sephiroth to a baby harness against his chest, and all the mothering Sephiroth never received.

But then Angeal gets called away too. Hand-off #2 ensues. He tells Zack to watch him, and that if anything happens to Sephiroth, he will end him. Zack's babysitting strategy is maximum entertainment and minimal crying: dinner is half a bag of marshmallows and a "nutritious" chocobo-shaped cookie. Sephiroth is now the proud owner of four toy swords, a plush Bahamut, and a mini motorcycle. He even teaches toddler Sephiroth to do squats.

Then Zack gets summoned too. Panic. Desperation. He dials Cloud. Unbeknownst to all, this is time-traveler Cloud, who immediately sits Sephiroth down and pulls out some flash cards.

Cloud: Alright, kid. I'm gonna show you some pictures. Say what comes to mind.

*Cloud pulls out a picture of fire*

Sephiroth: Hot.

*Cloud pulls out a picture of a cartoon alien*

Sephiroth: Friend?

*Cloud pulls out a picture of the black materia*

Sephiroth: Ball!

Cloud: Oh for—this is useless. Here I thought you were evil since you were little, but you're just an innocent little kid.

*Cloud ironically pulls out a picture of a meteor*

Cloud: What do you think this is, buddy? I bet you think it's a rocket or some fireworks, you poor thing.

Sephiroth: Diameter: 120 kilometers. Speed: 72,000 kilometers per hour. Estimated impact yield: planetary extinction.

Cloud:

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NO GIVE HIM BACK

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Happy Vincent Valentine

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It is what it is

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Do you think they realize how much cooler that makes it sound?

Like. I'm not even an apotheosis type of guy. But you do know that makes it sound so much cooler right?

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A City of Peace and Gold

A gorgeous city overflowing with prosperity sits upon a vast expanse of open, golden fields.

The citizens of this city know little strife, and live comfortable, peaceful lives. They work long, fulfilling jobs cultivating the very same golden fields which bring them their endless wealth and sustenance. The city's people know no hunger, thirst or poverty. They live in a utopia built by ancient hands not their own, and live with little to no worry of invasion, tragedy or disaster. All their needs are openly provided for and a wealth of resources lay at little more than arm's length.

In fact, the people of this city produce such wealth and prosperity, that they find themselves bearing an excess that overflows their stores, their silos and their coffers. The people then bring this excess of wealth to a special place. An entire section of their city dedicated entirely to storage of the excess wealth that the city produces. And over time, this section too fills to near bursting.

Then, once every season, the source of this place's great peace and prosperity arrives.

A Great Being, so large it towers far and above the city, making the golden utopia look miniscule in comparison. A blinding light shines from the sky, as hands so great and alien that one could scarcely recognize them for their own descend down over the golden land. Wreathed in the blinding light, an enormous figure can be seen casting a great and ominous shadow over the lands, its face unknowable, hidden away beneath an impenetrable barrier of fog. The Great Being's form is alien, completely incomprehensible to any who may gaze upon it. Flesh pale white and lifeless, yet so fluid in its motions one couldn't help but recognize it, in its own strange way, as alive.

But the people do not fear or worry, for the Great Keeper's tithe is never one too heavy to pay. Their benevolent god reaches down and spirits away all the excess produced over the harvest, the overflowing coffers and silos disappear off to a place unknown, carried off into the sky by those great and caring hands. Then, just as soon as they were taken, their Great Keeper returns them, empty and ready to be filled once more when the time of the next harvest. arrives And the people are granted their god's protection and care, with their golden offering showing they yet still remain devoted to their Great Keeper. And when the next harvest comes, they will again meet their benevolent Keeper with open arms, and an overflowing wealth to give.

… Wait a sec- flips paper around Oh shit, bees-

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Cloud Strife is truly The Character of all time. He’s a government-trained killing machine. He’s a cross-dressing babygirl. He’s a jaded mercenary who never turns down a job because he likes helping people. He’s an amnesic ecoterrorist who’s killed hundreds of people in order to save the planet from capitalism. He was the only child of a single mom and he’s been miserably in love with the girl next door his whole life. The first time he saw her in a swimsuit he forgot how to talk for ten full seconds. He has the personalities of at least three different people stuffed into his head, and two of them are trying to kill each other (Zack just wants everyone to get along). He’s the result of a mad scientist’s experiment that implanted the cells of a genocidal alien in his body. The son of that genocidal alien is psychosexually obsessed with him. So is the local pimp. His eyes glow because of all the radiation exposure, and half the people he meets are like, “Oof, you’re gonna die young, kid.” He’s a 5’7” short king. He’s a puppet built to bring about the apocalypse. He’s even autistic.

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Random headcanon Genesis listens to podcasts before bed

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