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and never even writing the fic

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Ethereal Nexus (Celestial Realm)

Fantasy Worlds Collide: Original Content Concept

Characters living/working in this setting

Ghosts of fallen angels and demons (wandering fragments of memory more than true beings).

Keepers (faceless watchers who ensure the Nexus remains balanced until its destined collapse).

Bianca and Safer-Sephiroth (as prophesied. Their final arrival awakens the Nexus's reset button).

Aurora and Lucien (Bianca and Safer-Sephiroth's children. They are trained here and the Great Sundering happens here)

Summary

The Ethereal Nexus is a liminal town suspended outside of space and time. Once the cosmic crossroads between realms, it was shattered in the apocalyptic battle between Lucifer and the Creator’s armies. Now it lingers like a broken echo: a ghostly place neither alive nor dead, holding the weight of forgotten wars and awaiting its role as the birthplace of the new Creation.

The town is fragmented but intact enough to be walked: its streets bending back into themselves, buildings half-there, flickering in and out.

Basics

Building type: Shattered celestial architecture. Cathedrals half-collapsed. Houses stitched together from dream and memory. clocktowers without hands.

Levels: The town exists in overlapping strata, like several versions of itself layered. Visitors sometimes walk into “older” or “future” versions of the same building.

City / Town: Nexus-town. population absent except for echoes and wraiths.

Suburb / District: Divided into “Rings” rather than districts. Inner Ring (cathedral core), Middle Ring (residences/streets), Outer Ring (collapsed ruins that bleed into void). The Pathway of Reality (stairs to the platform hosting the pathways to every dimension) is located in the Cathedral Core. The Outer Ring leads to the Edge of Creation (FF VII).

Street & Number: Impossible. Streets spiral, loop, and sometimes lead back to where you started even if you swear you walked straight.

Neighbourhood

Description: The neighbourhoods are broken reflections of what once was. Some streets feel almost normal—cobbled lanes, lanterns glowing with soft silver light—until you see the sky fracture or hear the faint march of ghostly armies. Other areas are frozen mid-collapse, rubble floating in slow motion, buildings suspended in midair as though time halted. Living here would feel like drifting in a dream, safe for a moment then overcome with dread.

Neighbours: The neighbours are the fragments of angels, watchers, and mortals who once crossed through. They are not truly alive. They are more like echoes replaying their final moments. They whisper prophecies without realizing it, reenact battles, or offer phantom hospitality at broken inns. Some can guide, others mislead, but none fully understand they are dead.

Setting Detail

Overall feeling: Haunted, sacred, inevitable. A place heavy with prophecy. Oppressive silence that feels like standing in the eye of a storm.

Sights: Shattered sky like broken stained glass. Streets that fold into infinity. Celestial statues cracked and bleeding starlight. Ghostly banners of the Celestial and Lucifer's Army still fluttering though no wind blows. A great central cathedral collapsed but still glowing faintly from within.

Sounds: Echoes of war drums, distant angelic choirs distorted like broken records, footsteps that don’t belong to you. Sometimes Aurora, Bianca, Lucien, and Sephiroth will hear whispers in their own voices.

Smells: Ozone, burnt incense, and the metallic tang of blood that lingers though the battle ended eons ago. Occasionally, scents of flowers, smoke, or sea air from other realms bleed in.

Miscellaneous notes:

Time does not pass here. Stars shift positions at random, seasons flicker in and out. Snow falls for minutes, then heat beats down the next). The Nexus resists outsiders. Only those with a fate tied to its unraveling can remain long without dissolving.

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Chris Hemsworth, Limitless, Season 2

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Right click -> save as -> my friend 🥰

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That’s a beautiful cake

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Absolutely nothing. Depression is winning.

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

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Pick on someone your own size

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Esme would bake them all kinds of goodies, get them their favourite flowers and favourite beverage, and then pay them a visit and remind them that she's there if they ever need a shoulder to cry on. And she'd hug them and pamper them and cry with them. She's a tough little thing in a lot of ways, but she's also incredibly sensitive.

how would your oc support a friend who's grieving?

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I could fix him.

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^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

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Two more weeks and kiddo goes back to school.

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reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

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Right now, they’re just working together and trying to avoid temptation. A couple days before this, things got pretty steamy and he backed out. Saying that it just wasn’t a good idea and that eventually she’s just get hurt in the end. And that she deserved better than him. He’s sleeping on the floor right now and she has the bed lol

Sneak Peek :)

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“You sleep alright?”

She gives a small start as she snaps out of her reverie. Offering a reassuring smile when she finds him intently watching her, a slight scowl twisting his lips, his brow furrowed.  “As well as I could. Considering…”

“It was hot as fuck in here last night. I called downstairs; the manager’s supposed to come up later and take a look at the AC. Hopefully, he can get it fixed.”

“It definitely would make things a little more bearable. It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack in here.”

An amused grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “That’s one way of putting it. I hope there’s enough hot water left. There wasn’t much to start with, so…”

“I’ll be alright. A cold shower never killed anyone, right?” Not to mention I desperately need one right now, she thinks, as she continues gathering her things. And she watches out of the corner of her eye as he tugs a simple, white cotton t-shirt over his head, transfixed by the flexing and twisting of the various muscles in his back and shoulders. 

“We need to get started on things.” His voice once more interrupts her carnal thoughts, and she hurriedly glances away when he turns to regard her.  “You okay?”

Blowing wayward strands of hair away from her brow, she grabs a discarded newspaper from the bedside table and frantically fans her face.. “It’s just so hot.  So, so, so hot.  I’m not used to someone....somewhere....being this hot.”

“You need something to drink? Some water? I can check if the ice machine down the hall works and…”

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Sneak Peek :)

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“You sleep alright?”

She gives a small start as she snaps out of her reverie. Offering a reassuring smile when she finds him intently watching her, a slight scowl twisting his lips, his brow furrowed.  “As well as I could. Considering…”

“It was hot as fuck in here last night. I called downstairs; the manager’s supposed to come up later and take a look at the AC. Hopefully, he can get it fixed.”

“It definitely would make things a little more bearable. It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack in here.”

An amused grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “That’s one way of putting it. I hope there’s enough hot water left. There wasn’t much to start with, so…”

“I’ll be alright. A cold shower never killed anyone, right?” Not to mention I desperately need one right now, she thinks, as she continues gathering her things. And she watches out of the corner of her eye as he tugs a simple, white cotton t-shirt over his head, transfixed by the flexing and twisting of the various muscles in his back and shoulders. 

“We need to get started on things.” His voice once more interrupts her carnal thoughts, and she hurriedly glances away when he turns to regard her.  “You okay?”

Blowing wayward strands of hair away from her brow, she grabs a discarded newspaper from the bedside table and frantically fans her face.. “It’s just so hot.  So, so, so hot.  I’m not used to someone....somewhere....being this hot.”

“You need something to drink? Some water? I can check if the ice machine down the hall works and…”

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Limitless with Chris Hemsworth 2.03 "Risk"

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Tumblr Games: FWC Edition: Last Line

Thanks so much for the tag, @kingragnarok-writes

Rules: Follow the prompts for one of your WIPS. You can change them around if you like.

I am going to do this for Blood and Stardust. This is the first novel-length fan fiction for the FF VII arc in Fantasy Worlds Collide.

One Song From Your OC/WIP Playlist:

📎 FWC: Echos of Creation Playlist (spotify.com)

Two Facts About The Story:

Blood and Stardust reimagines the Nibelheim Incident through Bianca’s eyes, blending cosmic legends and personal tragedy with Sephiroth’s descent.

The story explores the duality of love and ruin: how intimacy can both heal and destroy when shadowed by destiny and corruption.

Three Words To Describe Your Story:

Haunting

Tragic

Intimate

Four Lines That Are Your Favorite:

This wasn't any magic Sephiroth was familiar with. His gaze shift from the sword back to the portal. It was like looking into the eye of infinity.

The ladder behind him had snapped on their descent. It landed with a crash behind him, toppling one of the bookshelves.

The lamplight flickered low across yellowed pages and cracked leather bindings, casting ghostly shadows that swayed like phantoms across the Archive’s stone floor.

"That was certainly unexpected," he muttered. "Was that you? Or . . . the sword? You certainly have plenty of questions to answer when you wake up."

Five Feelings About/From Your Characters: (Beginning of FF VII Arc)

Disorientation: Bianca is shaken by her sudden plunge into Gaia and the oppressive weight of Shinra’s shadow, unsure if this is fate or another cruel twist of her cursed lineage.

Longing: Despite her independence, she craves connection and safety, especially after years of running. Sephiroth awakens a dangerous but undeniable pull within her.

Guilt: Haunted by her mother’s death and Mordecai’s sacrifice, she quietly blames herself for the destruction trailing in her wake.

Fear: Though powerful, Bianca dreads her own bloodline. Every surge of her demonic power feels like a step closer to becoming the very monster she despises.

Hope : A fragile ember burns within her. The belief that love and choice, not prophecy or blood, could finally allow her to define herself.

I am tagging the FWC list, as well as keeping this an OPEN Tag.

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August 16, 2025 | Worldbuilding

Today feels like the first real step back into my creative routines after a chaotic few months. With my husband back to his usual work rhythm and my daughter preparing to leave for college on the 22nd, the house is quieter than it’s been in years.

I’m leaning heavily on caffeine and the swirl of feels — nostalgia, anticipation, grief, and excitement all tangled together — to keep me moving through my work. It’s strange to feel both empty and full at the same time, but it’s exactly the energy I need to dig into the worlds and fan fiction I’ve been constructing.

There’s a rhythm to creating that mirrors life’s upheaval: messy, intense, and occasionally beautiful.

Author’s Commentary

I finished a masterlist of every major location for Blood and Stardust and threaded distance/relationship notes through the whole thing. That sounds neat and tidy on paper. In practice, it’s a lot of tiny decisions that stack up: which plane touches which, where portals live, what counts as “transitional,” and how to keep the Celestial and Abyssal realms from feeling like two-dimensional metaphors. Mapping the Ethereal Nexus, the Pathway of Reality, the Archive and all the Shinra-adjacent spaces (Hojo’s study/lab, Nibel Reactor, Nibelheim, Mount Nibel) gave me the scaffolding I need, but also forced some ugly questions. What are the rules here, exactly, and who enforces them?

Building worlds from scratch is gloriously lonely work. There’s freedom, sure, but also responsibility. Every name, every link between places, and every sentence that defines a realm sets expectations. If I say the Abyssal Realm is “a Realm in exile,” then later I have to deliver on what exile looks like on a metaphysical level, as well as on emotional beats for Bianca. That’s why I wrote five-sentence anchor paragraphs for each region today. They’re small, brutally useful notes for myself about tone, stakes, and symbolism. They also help when I fold Final Fantasy VII elements in. For example, Hojo’s study isn’t just a place you visit as a player / reader in Blood and Stardust. It’s a memory engine that has to scream “Shinra” and still leave room for Bianca to make it her own.

Incorporating FFVII elements is both a shortcut and a tightrope. Using Nibelheim, the Nibel Reactor, Jenova echoes, and the Shinra machinery gives immediate emotional freight — players/readers bring assumptions and baggage — but leaning on canon too heavily makes the new world feel derivative.

The trick is to let canon items be anchors but not anchors chained to the story. I aim for resonance. Hojo’s lab hints at human cruelty and bad science, and Gaia remains a living character, as we see in Final Fantasy VII. That balance is the hardest part. Honor what fans expect without living in canon’s shadow. That is true transformative content.

Finally, the emotional labor of this day deserves mention. I’m tired in ways caffeine can’t fix. Mapping grief and power into geography is mentally exhausting and, frankly, a little terrifying. But it’s also thrilling. I am carving a pathway where Bianca and Sephiroth’s arcs intersect (and collide) gives each scene gravitational pull. And I am taking YOU along for the ride.

Today’s work didn’t solve every plot hole, but it made the map feel like a place people and readers (and gods) could actually get lost in, which, in this project, is the point.

Snippet

The Planet (Gaia - FF 7) is the living world itself, a sentient planet bound by the flow of the Lifestream. Its forests, oceans, mountains, and cities exist in fragile balance, though that balance is shattered by Shinra’s exploitation of its energy. While mortals see Gaia as simply the world they inhabit, Bianca’s connection to the Nexus reveals its deeper truth: a cosmic body caught between celestial and infernal forces. Every battle, every prophecy, and every fracture of reality echoes through Gaia’s veins. It is more than a setting. It is a character in its own right, breathing, resisting, and weeping as the story unfolds.

The Pathway of Reality manifests as a great platform with stairs suspended over the void, ringed with portals leading to alternate worlds and realms. Its stone is ancient but shifts subtly underfoot, alive with cosmic power, and the air thrums with the pulse of existence itself. Some portals lead to known places like the Edge of Creation (FF 7), while others open into stranger realms, even the multiversal AUs. The Pathway is both gateway and trial, testing those who step upon it with visions of what could have been. For Bianca, it symbolizes choice and inevitability. It means her tether to Sephiroth cannot be severed, and every road ultimately leads back to him.

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