#Luv-A-Fair

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[prismaticpichu]

I love this whole exchange so frigging much. Zack is yet to understand Sephiroth’s motives and moral compass, the almost hate-filled look in his eyes a reflection of how he still holds a whole bunch of rancor towards him from their disagreement in Wutai, glaring at the older man as if he can’t ever believed he ever respected him or even dared to hail him as a hero.

Only for Sephiroth to reveal later that he’s sacrificing his allegiance in order to keep Angeal, the very person Zack thought he was giving up on, alive and safe from ShinRa’s erasure.

“Fail to eliminate them.”

And it’s at that moment where, despite the simmers of bitterness and tension that still boil between them, Zack sees something in Sephiroth that he never saw before.

Not a hero.

Not a First Class SOLDIER.

But a loyal, loyal friend.

[the-moonprophet]

no bc he absolutely would

[pine-needle-shuffle]

[pen-and-umbra]

Cut dialogue from the original Final Fantasy VII as provided by ShinraArch. Sephiroth's lines suggest that the devs played around with the idea of him questioning his allegiances and wanting to leave ShinRA even back then. Fascinating.

That, and the absolute mother hen moment. Does it suggest that he typically packs motion sickness medicine for others' sake? Bizarre but kind of endearing.

Oh, completely forgot: Zack's antics.

[du-sailarar-nerilia]

Probably a hot take but Paolini kinda effed up with that world map

Aside from people from Surda and Hadarac, most people of Alagaësia are basically Knockoff Europeans and many are described as pale-skinned. And as we know, pale skin is something that evolved under pressure of cold European climate. And Alagaësia very much does have that cold, sort of European climate around the Palancar Valley and along The Spine.

But the problem is that humans aren't native to Alagaësia! So where do they come from!

What the hell!

-Mist

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Art that's like???? Midevil???? Like i could find it in an old building long abandoned. It's also very like, homey and comfortable looking. Like if I stepped into your art nothing bad would happen

💕💕yeee you get all the soft and comfortable art!

I often try for an artstyle that reminds me of the small black and white illustrations in childrens books, very comfy and nostalgic

[the-everqueen]

not get littol man :(

[fixedfour]

it’s so funny seeing how media trained joe is (and that’s not a bad thing) cause from his birth chart i get the impression that he’s a snarky lil shit… never forget the small hands tweet, him telling ja’marr “that’s the end zone”

yess omg!! he’s so funny and for what!

i think it’s that vishaka in him, saying things just to rile people up 🤭 it’s clear he’s intelligent and lol, rakshasa gana natives won’t shy from telling you how it is!

like, Saturn is a humble servant to the people… so which placement could be responsible for this kind of behavior? :

[acourtofquestions]

Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her.

Aedion.

There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth.

For a long minute, they only stared at each other.

Then the prince growled softly, "Your plan was bullshit."

She said nothing, and couldn't stop her shoulders from curving inward.

"Your plan was bullshit," he breathed, his eyes sparking. "How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you'd get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as some beast instead?"

"You don't get to pin this retreat on me," she rasped. The first words she'd spoken in days and days.

"You agreed to let Aelin go to her death, and leave us here to be slashed to bloody ribbons. You two told no one of this plan, told none of us who might have explained the realities of this war, and that we would need a gods-damned Fire-Bringer and not an untrained, useless shape-shifter against Morath."

Blow after blow, the words landed upon her weary heart. "We—"

"If you were so willing to let Aelin die, then you should have let her do it after she incinerated Erawan's hordes!"

"It would not have stopped Maeve from capturing her."

"If you'd told us, we might have planned differently, acted differently, and we would not be here, damn you!"

She stared at the muddy hay. "Throw me out of your army, then."

"You ruined everything." His words were colder than the wind outside. "You, and her."

Lysandra closed her eyes.

Hay rustled, and she knew he'd risen to his feet, knew it as his words speared from above her bowed head. "Get out of my tent."

She wasn't certain she could move enough to obey, though she wished to. Needed to. Fight back. She should fight back. Rage at him as he lashed at her, needing an outlet for his fear and despair.

Lysandra opened her eyes, peering up at him. At the rage on his face, the hatred She managed to stand, her body bleating in pain. Managed to look him in the eye, even as Aedion said again with quiet cold, "Get out."

Barefoot in the snow, naked beneath her cloak. Aedion glanced at her bare legs, as if realizing it. And not caring.

So Lysandra nodded, clutching Ansel's cloak tighter, and strode into the frigid night.

"Where is she?" Ren asked, a mug of what smelled like watery soup in one hand, a chunk of bread in the other. The lord scanned the tent as if he would find her under the cot, the hay.

Aedion stared at the precious few logs burning in the brazier, and said nothing.

"What have you done?" Ren breathed.

Everything was about to end. Had been doomed since Maeve had stolen Aelin. Since his queen and the shifter had struck their agreement.

So it didn't matter, what he'd said. He hadn't cared if it wasn't fair, wasn't true.

Didn't care if he was so tired he couldn't muster shame at his pinning on her the blame for the sure defeat they'd face in a matter of days before Perranth's walls.

He wished she'd smacked him, had screamed at him. But she had let him rage. And had walked out into the snow, barefoot.

He'd promised to save Terrasen, to hold the lines. Had done so for years. And yet this test against Morath, when it had counted ... he had failed.

He’d muster the strength to fight again. To rally his men. He just ... he needed to sleep.

Aedion didn't notice when Ren left, undoubtedly in search of the shifter with who he was so damned enamored.

He should summon his Bane commanders. See how they thought to manage this disaster.

But he couldn't. Could do nothing but stare into that fire as the long night passed.

[prismaticpichu]

The amount of times I’ve written Zack saying to Sephiroth, “You’re my best friend, bud...” has got to be a call for some level of concern.

*happily proceeds to write it again*

[bratdotcom]

Chiara is a scene girly !!

I decided to give her an alternate outfit bc I think she deserves one!! (Also, the tattoos r temporary. She bought them from the merchant)

[mothstiel]

reminder to support local businesses!! support popup shops!! support vendors at your local renfaire!!

[pen-and-umbra]

Truly exhilarating to see little touches like this: Cloud's narration of Nibelheim events featuring Zack's tiny mannerisms and expressive body language. Also it's awesome to see that Tifa reacts to "Cloud" with a bit of a chip on her shoulder as she quite literally doesn't know him; to her he's just another ShinRA employee.

[fangirl-1st-class]

Woe, Zack's son be upon ye

[ribbonknot]

guys im starting to understand solar power now like my life is truly changing