#advent infected

[voiddrawss]

out of me is the birth of you

[ask-ultimate-personas]

Staria:”Kimiko and Izumi and Riko this isn't a good idea at the moment we need a plan first before doing this” *Staria grabbed their weapon*

Orpheus: “I agree with staria! We should definitely make a plan! I can do the recon and scouting first before we make our plan of action!”

Rp advent : Infected

(this will be here for awhile )

The Infect plague of Shadows of Despair

(Art Credit : This fan art belongs to https://mobile.twitter.com/LOR_magolor

((Yes This is Why Makoto yuki is ultimate wild card))

Makoto yuki was Watching through the Monitors After When Adachi and Naoto and Junko Infected them all with a Virus but they thought it was a killing game.

Makoto was Lucky to Survive only Having a bit of the Virus Still in him he managed to Hold on but

He can’t keep it up much longer and soon or Later …

He Embraced it.

So He has chosen a Few People to Participate in this killing game in order to see if there’s someone with a Lot of Hope to Reverse 🔄 His illness as well as the others.

Before He Fully became over Despair or Join him .

(Credit: Draegen Jackson on Facebook which is part of Danganronpa fan club)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2264958100428839/permalink/3077488659175775/

Will you solve this problem with your Hope?

(I will help you by saying this takes place after their killing game and back then yu narukami was the protag and some of them were infected with despair virus caused by Junko and Adachi and akechi in order to stop these a lot because they know Makoto yuki and yu narukami and Joker together are capable of fighting against their overall goal, especially makoto so they mainly target him to get on their side. )

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Tagging

@a-bouquet-of-shadows @ask-kyosuke-munkata @ask-ultimate-mortician @edgyangelwolfkiller @askstar-andbolts @tsumugishirogone @thegeasswriter @ask-timid-makoto-naegi @human-monokuma @werewolf-makoto-naegi @kanna-fukawa @laylayeh @the-trickster-joker @theamazingwilowhisperer @kurokuma-gang @thelittleveterinarian @princess-despair-bestgirl @ask-the-sorcerer @hopeful-symbols @mercy-of-the-ashes @ultimate-class-rep @miss-detective-of-japan and @the-sister-wardens @kurokuma-gang @2stregafangirl anyone else who wants to join in

[hisreunion]

HEAT

I LOVE YOU PROMPTS (N.S.F.W VERSION)

[  HEAT  ] →  while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. (think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope!)

Cloud wanted to stay but he couldn't. He went quiet when she said she loved him and his resolve waned in the passing seconds... but not enough for his mind to be changed. "I'm sick, Aerith. I don't want you or the baby getting this." Geostigma, the scientists were calling it. Fortunately, the effects weren't coming in full swing for him. No debilitating weakness yet. Only the terrible headaches and blackened skin.

Part of him dreaded the possibility of experiencing hallucinations and seizures like others were reported to have; Sephiroth had tormented him enough through those means. The last thing he wanted was to be around their daughter if more of these symptoms kicked in. Geostigma's severity varied from person to person but he did not want to risk his family becoming sick, too.

Cloud stepped closer to Aerith, being mindful to turn the left side of his body away from making contact, and gently brushed his right hand through the soft tufts of blonde hair on the baby's head.

She stared at him—small fingers clutching reflexively onto the front of her mother's dress—and put on a toothy smile that made his heart ache. At over a year old and looking more like Aerith as she grew, this child was the light of his life. His hope for the future. But the time of peace was over... until a cure was found. Cloud would look for it himself if he had to. "I'll stay at the church," he told Aerith. His eyes were still on the baby who had stuffed a fist into her mouth.

It made the ex-merc crack a smile despite the seriousness of their conversation.

"Just for a while. Because I don't know if this will get worse for me."

He leaned in to kiss their daughter on the forehead and then Aerith as well. "I'll keep my phone on, okay?" Cloud felt helpless... And it was difficult to cope with. His voice wavered slightly as he said, "I love you both—more than anything." And it would hurt to be away from them.

[cabin13cappuccino]

coming out of my well to shame the fandom re: treating Nico like he's from 1840 rather than 1940 in terms of living with medical innovations

Vaccines for the following diseases were available during this time:

Smallpox- first generation vaccines were available and work on second generation vaccines occured in the 1930s with production of an egg-based vaccine begun by the Texas Department of Health in 1939. DC schools required smallpox vaccination for children to be allowed to attend by 1930, so Nico would have gotten immunized for this even if he didn't get anything else.

Diphtheria- first vaccine was developed in 1913, then a cheaper version in 1924. Yep, it's the "antitoxin" they call for in Balto (1995)- it can be used to either treat active infection or immunize.

Pertussis (whooping cough)- first vaccine was licensed in the US in 1914, then another in 1931, and another that became the basis for the modern vaccine in 1932.

BCG vaccine for Tuberculosis (TB)- first available in 1921, but neither the US nor Italy mandated it. This vaccine is still given around the world today.

Tetanus ("lockjaw") - first vaccine was produced in 1924, then a more effective version in 1938. The combo DTP (diphtheria, pertussis, tetanus) vaccine was first released in 1948 and was used all the way up to 1996 when a new, safer version was released.

Anthrax- the veterinary vaccine in use today is based on the one developed in 1935 in South Africa. The Soviet Union developed a human vaccine that was available beginning in 1940.

Yellow fever- the vaccine still in use today (17D strain) debuted in 1939.

The first rabies vaccine was developed in 1885, for crying out loud!

Penicillin was used to cure infections as early as 1930, though it didn't hit mass-production until 1945. Other antibiotics (Salvarsan and Prontosil) were in use in the early 1900s (by 1910 and 1935, respectively).

Thyroxin (1914) and insulin (1923) were known quantities for treating endocrine disorders.

Medical radiography (x-rays) was a thing before 1900. There were portable ECG/EKG machines as early as 1927.

Cocaine was taken out of Coke in 1903. Like, not even Maria di Angelo would remember that.

Yes, a whole bunch of things changed in medical science between 1942 and the mid-2000s- plenty of fodder for "Will blows Nico's mind with modern medicine." I will even provide suggestions!

Vaccines for major childhood illnesses: polio (1952), measles (1962), mumps (1967), rubella (1969). IMO the polio thing is way slept on given how big the March of Dimes got in the public consciousness.

Closed-chest defibrillation (1950s) and CPR (1970s for the public)

Organ transplants (1953)

Ultrasound (1949/1961)

Not giving aspirin to anyone under 16 due to Reye's Syndrome risk (1980s) and the advent of other OTC painkillers (ibuprofen, 1969; paracetamol/acetaminophen, 1952; naproxen, 1976)

Insulin that comes from genetically engineered E. coli instead of purified animal pancreases (1978) so as to keep allergic reactions from happening

Rapid strep or flu tests (1980s/1990s) rather than waiting days to culture stuff

If y'all want a "they took the cocaine out of Coke" moment, might I suggest "what do you mean cigarettes/asbestos give you cancer" and/or "they took the lead out of the gasoline"?

But yeah...we've made a lot of progress since 1942 but it wasn't "you got ghosts in your blood and bad air do some drugs about it" back then- not by a long shot.

Wah wahwah wah wah back in my day we scoured Wikipedia and the rest of the internet to do background research on fandom-related minutiae and we liked it

[softpascalito]

Snowy Surprise - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Joel takes advantage of your lunch break on patrol for ... other activities. Afterwards, a promise he made about christmas decorations comes back to haunt him.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 2200 Tags/Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Jackson!Era, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Established Relationship, Vaginal Fingering, Female Reader, Neck Kissing, Dirty Talk, Semi-Public Sex, Christmas Tree, Snow Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves! i really wanted to do something special for christmas time this year and i had so much fun with kinktober that i decided to make a little pedro pascal advent calender! this also doubles as a piece for stephs (@toomanystoriessolittletime) winter writing challenge for this week! check it out here ♥

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“God, I hope they're serving some warm food tonight,” you mutter, your body slowly moving up and down as you steer your horse up the hill and through a small trickle, the water glistening with the thin sheet of ice that is decorating its top. It crunches under the hooves of the animal as you make your way past the abandoned houses, the caved in roofs and trees heavy with fresh snow.

The ice crunches again, this time behind you, and it's the only indication that you're not alone. He stays quiet.

“The soup we had last week- what was it? Pumpkin?” You ask absent-mindedly. “That was delicious. And hot. Burned my tongue. But it was worth it.”

He still doesn't say anything. Not that it's unusual. It's why you're such a good fit. You’re complementary in that way. You talk, he listens. He pretends to be annoyed, you know he secretly likes the way your thoughts fly out of your mouth, practically unfiltered in his presence.

You let your horse fall back slightly until he catches up with you, the two of you riding side by side. “Joel?”

He turns his head at that, soft brown eyes landing on yours as he seems to be snapped out of thought, “Hm?”

“Were you listening to what I said?”

A small grumble escapes his throat, a dark eyebrow moving up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes at him, deciding to just drop it, “Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.”

He lets a few moments of silence pass until you reach the small lookout and demount your horses, tying them to a small fence post in front of the building. When he passes you on his way inside, there's a small smirk on his face.

“It wasn't pumpkin. It was carrot.”

He does listen.

Joel signs the patrol book while you busy yourself with the binoculars. The snow is almost blinding, the past week having brought more of it than you're used to, even in Jackson.

It's the favorite topic at night in the tipsy bison, with people complaining about the cold, about pipes bursting and about paths needing to be cleared every few hours. But above all the complaints is the knowledge that the vast amount of snow also has its upsides, keeping infected unable to move as fast and raiders from entering the valley at all.

That, and the children have taken to sledding down the small slopes in the town center, filling the air of the community with genuine laughter and happiness that more than makes up for the hardships the winter brings.

“Coast looks clear,” you mumble into his direction and Joel gives a small nod of approval as he finishes scribbling what is no doubt another joke at Tommys expense into the large book.

As you place the lens caps back onto the worn-out binoculars, two strong hands are placed on each side of your hips, Joel's body gently pressing into yours as he hums into your ear.

“Are we on time?” 

You sigh dramatically but do check the small watch you carry in your backpack, finding that you've made good time on your way to the outlook, “We've got time for a small lunch break.”

But Joel doesn't let go, his arms only tightening their grip as he brings his lips to your cheek and you feel his teeth graze over your skin.

“Lunch break. For lunch,” you try weakly but he's having none of it. Joel's gloves come off with a swift motion and he drops them to the ground, his arms sneaking around you and pressing you into him with a little more force. His fingers don't quite extend to your most intimate areas yet, instead just teasing around them, his touch a little more forceful than usual to make sure you can feel it through your thick winter jacket.

“I think I have a better idea,” he mutters into your ear and you nod, pressing your body back against his as you give in.

It's not fair. The way that your brain practically goes silent the moment you're in his arms. It's like a storm raging outside and falling quiet the moment you shut the door. You wonder if he knows a secret pressure point on your body that noone else has ever found, one that eases your worries, that slows down the thoughts in your head that usually rush past at what feels like lightspeed. There's always something to worry about, something to consider, something to feel.

When you're with Joel, you only feel him.

He knows this. And he recognizes every time, without failure, the moment when your brain falls quiet, just by the way you push back into him, a soft gasp on your lips.

“Joel- it's too cold- '' you mumble. There's no heating around you, making the logistics of what he undoubtedly has in mind more than difficult.

“It's okay. I got you,” Joel whispers back. His hand is still warm from the thick gloves he always wears on patrol and he doesnt open a single button of your clothing, instead opting to flatten his hand and slide it into your pants.

His fingers barely fit into the front of your jeans and it causes them to press down on your skin immediately, drawing a whimper from your lips. He shushes you gently, curling his hand to reach further and a moment later, his index finger is inside of you, the calloused skin brushing against your inner walls.

“Fuck, Joel, please-” You practically beg, a familiar heat already burning in your core as you push yourself into the palm of his hand, squirming with the way his hand aligns so perfectly with your front.

Maybe it's because of the cold or because he knows that you're still on a schedule but he doesn't make you wait as long as he usually does, slowly beginning to move his finger in and out of you. You can feel your own wetness staining the inside of your panties as it runs down his fingers and your own hands begin to wander, one clutching onto his arm while you sneak the other around yourself, brushing over the outline of Joel's hard cock behind you.

He hisses under his breath, feeling the touch even through the thick fabric of his jeans and a second finger enters you almost automatically.

“This is about you, darlin’,” he mutters, pressing himself against you a little harder and using his unoccupied hand to grab your wrist, “You just be good for me and stay still.” 

So he doesn't want to go all the way, probably a smart choice in the current weather. Any disappointment you feel is quickly washed away however as you feel Joel's fingers curl inside of you, brushing over the spot that makes your knees weak.

You have no idea how he's able to finger you this well in the current position, restricted by the cold and all the layers of clothing between you. The small room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and you can feel the warmth of Joel's breath in your neck as he uses his nose to push aside the scarf that's wrapped around your throat and nips at your skin.

His other hand, still wrapped around your wrist, comes to your front, still restricting your arm while also holding you up.

“Come on, let me hear you, baby,” he mutters under his breath. “Noone around to tell us off. Just you and me.”

And again, your brain doesn't protest. You don't think about the dangers of being too loud, of humans or infected being attracted by the sound, of anything really. Your body and your brain seem to agree. You're safe with him.

So you let the noises flow from your lips, whimpering and moaning, mixing Joels name with a string of curse words when his thumb begins rubbing over your clit.

“Fuck, Joel, please, please, please let me come, Joel-” You break off into another fit of unintelligible words and Joel hums behind you, rubbing his nose against your ear. You can practically hear the grin on his face, “Go on, darlin’.”

It only takes a few more thrusts of his fingers inside of you until you're falling apart in his arms, your body jerking as the pleasure of your orgasm shoots through you.

Joel's arms stay tightly wrapped around you and he gives a few more gentle, shallow curls of his fingers, letting you fully ride out your orgasm, before he withdraws his hands from your jeans, leaving your underwear a mess.

“There we go. That's my girl,” he mumbles into your ear as he turns you around carefully and tugs on your jacket a bit, making sure that you're properly protected against the cold. It's endearing how much attention he pays to your shirt being tucked in correctly and your zipper being drawn. He holds you for a while longer, placing gentle kisses on the skin that he still can reach until he's sure you're good to go. You catch a glimpse of him licking the taste of you off his fingers before putting his gloves back on.

Your legs are still wobbly when you head back to your horses a few minutes later and you nod towards the woods, “I'm gonna go pee real quick.”

You're not sure why you blush now when you've literally just had Joel's hand knuckle-deep inside of you but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he almost enjoys it, a small smirk playing around his lips, “You do that.”

Ever the gentleman, Joel waits with Old Beardy and Japan while you stalk through the snow for a few more meters until you find a spot that looks like it'll work well-enough as a makeshift toilet. It takes a moment to undress with all the layers you're wearing and you curse as you pull your panties down to find them stained with your own juices, the sticky liquid smeared throughout the cotton fabric.

Meanwhile Joel's hand is scratching the soft neck of his horse when he hears a small yell. In an instant, he has his revolver drawn and is hurrying into the direction you disappeared into mere minutes ago.

He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as his boots sink into the snow with every step, his muscles ready to strike out at whatever danger is lurking behind the trees.

And then, suddenly, there you are. Standing in front of a pine tree that's only a little taller than him, your hand caressing the needles wet with snow.

Joel takes a breath, his gaze flying over the surroundings once more before he lets out a small sigh and lowers his gun, “What's going on?”

Your eyes, round and gentle, wander between the tree and him, lips pursed, like you know his reply to a question you haven't even asked yet.

“I know it's not the most practical option but-” You mumble and you can see the gears turning in Joel's head before he pinches his nose, closing his eyes for a moment, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

It's been a few weeks since you sprung the idea on him while cuddling one night, mentioning that you hadn't had a Christmas tree for years and that with the woods around Jackson so full of pines, it would be a waste to not get one. Joel didn't care much for it but he was so content in that moment with you in his arms that he gave in, agreeing that a little bit of decorating wouldn't hurt. And it seems like precisely that promise is now back to haunt him.

Your hand leaves the pine and instead you reach for Joel, tugging on his jacket a little, “Come on. We have some rope, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we do have some rope,” he almost grunts, still keeping his eyes closed. When he opens them again, the brown in his eyes matches the trees around you and you're close enough to see the snow reflected in them.

“How bad do you want this?” He asks, honestly. He's straightforward, as always, so you decide to be as well.

“I really want it. It's perfect, it has the right size and we can keep it outside until I have finished the decorations and-”

Joel raises his hand a little, effectively cutting you off. He's heard enough.

“Okay.”

It's late when you get back to Jackson, riding through the wooden gate on your horses, the freshly cut pine tree tied to a makeshift sled behind you.

“I can't believe you talked me into this.”

Joel had offered a few more grunts and complaints about picking a tree so far away from Jackson when there were more than enough close to the perimeter. But then you had leaned over to him, just as he finished tying the tree down with a few sturdy knots.

“Maybe I can make it up to you by using this for something else, later.”

He smirked on the ride back, only stopping when you reached the small road that led down to the town and putting on his usual, gruff demeanor.

It barely lasts until you reach your doorstep.

notes: i hope you liked it! if you did, feel free to let me know if you want to be added to my twitter/tumblr tag list so you get a lil notification every time your advent calender is ready to be opened. wishing everyone a very lovely december ♥

[mariacallous]

Doctors and public health advocates were once able to imagine the end of the HIV epidemic in our lifetime. The last four decades of scientific advancements had delivered new treatments and preventive medications that significantly curbed the rates of transmission and impacts of the once deadly virus. The number of new infections has dropped from more than 130,000 in the mid- 1980s to 37,000 by 2022 — and mortality rates have steadily dropped.

Millions in federal funding — supported by Democratic and Republican leadership alike ― had helped buoy a swath of programs and research into new injectable drugs for HIV prevention and treatment, which are long-lasting and less burdensome than daily medication, and can be used to address HIV disparities across race, gender and sexual orientation both in the United States and internationally.

“With the advent of injectables and how successful they’ve been, I think for many of us, for the first time in a long time, we could actually see what looked like the beginning of the end,” said Tori Cooper, the director of strategic outreach and training at Human Rights Campaign.

But in March, that glimmer of hope began to fade as the Trump administration decimated the nation’s HIV prevention programs as part of Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s drastic overhaul of the Department of Health and Human Services agency.

The Office of Infectious Diseases & HIV Policy, which oversees the federal strategy on HIV prevention, shuttered its doors. Ten thousand federal health employees were laid off, including staff at five branches of the HIV prevention division of the Centers for Disease Control, who are tasked with tracking new infections and conducting research on strategies to reduce infection risk.

Top staffers, including Jonathan Mermin, the director of the National Center for HIV, Viral Hepatitis, STD and Tuberculosis Prevention ― which lost a quarter of their staff ― were reassigned to the Indian Health Service.

A preliminary HHS budget, obtained by The Washington Post on Wednesday, offers a window into the Trump administration’s priorities, and paints a picture of an even slimmer and reorganized health agency. The proposed budget slashes one-third of the agency’s spending, and eliminates funding for HIV services, including the Minority AIDS Initiative, several Ryan White HIV/AIDS programs, the CDC’s HIV/AIDs prevention and surveillance activities, and preventive services for elderly people and people living with disabilities.

“It’s spelling out a situation where we’re going to see more people get HIV and die from AIDS in the U.S. and internationally,” said Jeremiah Johnson, the executive director of PrEP 4 All, an HIV advocacy organization pushing for a nationwide program to boost access to preventive medication to underinsured communities.

[prayerith]

advent children really just kinda drops geostigma on you huh

[ID: A screenshot of Ted Danson’s character Michael from The Good Place explaining the Time Knife. Text superimposed over the image reads, “Yeah, yeah, the terminal illness caused by infection with the cells of a genocidal alien that got filtered into the lifeblood of the planet, we’ve all seen it.”]

[lifeontoast]

Slow Dance

Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader

Another Advent treat for you all! This time, a little something for the DC fans. Enjoy!

You were in the kitchen with Bruce. The charity Christmas galas you had to attend with him at this time of year were just so tiresome. You wished you never had to go at all, but you knew it was important for Bruce’s status that he attended - and that meant that you had to go, too. You had got changed out of your ridiculously fancy outfit and into your Christmas pyjamas.

You were cooking dinner and he was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. Some article about stocks or the like. The radio was playing quietly in the corner, as it so often was. The station had been infected with all the Christmas hits. You were ever-so-slightly swaying to the drum beat, totally unconsciously. Dancing was something that you quite enjoyed, you had to admit. Though not whilst being watched by hundreds of people who would just as soon step on you than look at you. Being Bruce Wayne’s partner certainly had some interesting side effects.

Suddenly, the opening notes to your favourite Christmas song started playing; it had a slow beat, perfect for dancing. You wanted to share this romantic moment with Bruce, the love of your life.

You had been together for a few years, each one more loving than the last. To be honest, you were thinking about asking him to marry you.

So, you glided towards Bruce, keen to capture him in a dance. Bruce was a total flirt, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it either. You loved his flirtatious remarks, and especially when he called you beautiful or gorgeous or stunning. It always made your day. He could always cheer you up whenever you were down with a simple, sunny smile, and you loved him for it.

You reached your destination, stopping in front of Bruce with a grin. He was so absorbed in his newspaper that he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you held out your hand for him to grab. He looked up and met your eyes lovingly. He stood in one, fluid motion, and placed his arms around you. You had never felt safer. Slowly, the two of you began to sway to the beat, and once again caught each other’s gaze; completely full of love.

The song seemed to last forever, and you felt the happiest you had felt in a while. With him, nothing else mattered, only the two of you. You heard the quietest of creaks and ever-so-gentle footsteps, and Alfred appeared at the door, unbeknownst to you. He had come to ask Bruce for some advice, and to tell him his post had arrived, but instead he stopped, smiled, and left the two lovers to their waltz.

Finally, the song finished, but you kept on swaying, not wanting to disturb the perfect peace of the wonderful moment you were in. If it were possible, you would have stopped time and stayed like that forever. Bruce stopped, though, and slightly surprised, so did you. You just held each other for a minute. At last, he brought you slightly away from him, looked into your eyes, smiled that gorgeous smile and kissed your forehead gently, before pulling you back into a hug.

And people say that romance is dead.

…

A/N: Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you’ve enjoyed it! You guys rock!

[sapphire-weapon]

So. Here's my thing.

In OG, Cloud couldn't have killed Sephiroth without Rufus. Rufus's call to move the cannon from Junon to Midgar -- as well as his relentless fight against Sephiroth and the Weapons -- resulted in the destruction of the barrier around the North Crater.

And in Advent Children, even though there is no more Shinra, Rufus still has the Turks recover Jenova's head -- which Rufus himself keeps safe on his person, until he personally destroys it.

In the novella The Kids Are Alright (written by Kazushige Nojima, who's writing the remake series), Rufus says:

"My father [...] invested most of [the immense fortune and power he'd gained] into new fields – on a massive scale, and without ethics. And one of those was the research of, and experimentation on, Jenova. Eventually this gave birth to a monster named Sephiroth. [...] My father took his leave from this stage early on, abandoning those of us left behind to suffer the nightmares in his wake. I am not my father. I will bring it to an end, once and for all."

Rufus is a real threat to Sephiroth.

That's why, at the end of Remake, the Whispers make it a point to draw Rufus's attention to the highway so that he can see the bullshittery going on around Sephiroth so that he focuses on that instead of getting lost in the political sauce.

And so when Rufus says during the ending of Rebirth: "I'm onto you. This war's nothing but a ploy to distract me from Sephiroth." and Sephiroth cops to it, this is an acknowledgement of that threat.

So, like. Rufus's motivations are not unclear to me. He used the name Sarruf, funded the Wutai resistance in order to depose his father, and then, once he was in office, saw the existential threat that Sephiroth posed and shifted his attention to that -- partially because he feels a responsibility to as the president of the fucking world, and partially just as a "fuck you" to his dad.

So why not just kill him? Why distract him with a war when you could just fucking kill him?

It made sense why Kadaj never killed Rufus in AC -- he wanted Jenova's head, and Rufus was the only one who knew where it was, so Kadaj couldn't just kill him outright.

But that's not an issue here. So why doesn't Sephiroth just kill him?

This is where the whole "multiverse" meta aspect of the plot completely fucking breaks down, because like -- it's framed, during that ending scene, that Sephiroth is keeping Rufus alive because he believes that Rufus will actually lead him to the promised land, but like

Not only is that weird because, in OG, it's the other way around, and Rufus follows Sephiroth thinking that he'll lead him to the promised land -- but it's weird because Sephiroth's clearly been peeking at the OG script, and he follows Aeris through realities and tells her to accept her fate because he knows she has to die because that's what the OG script says, but like

In that case, wouldn't he also know that the promised land doesn't really exist and/or is either the North Crater or Midgar it's not really clear?

And how the fuck is a war with Wutai going to allow Rufus to stumble on the promised land? He'll be busy fighting a war.

And how the fuck is he going to fight that war in the first place?! HE'S THE HEAD OF THE ARMY OF BOTH SIDES

AND SEPHIROTH KNOWS THIS

Like, I don't understand Sephiroth's motivations here at all. They don't make any fucking sense when you actually sit down and think about them a little bit (as opposed to not at all).

Is he trolling? Is that it? Is Sephiroth just being a big old fucking troll? Doing it for the lulz? Got a nice taste of Rufus's despair when he got infected with Geostigma and was like "mmm delicious daddy issues I wanna go back in time and taste that again"???

It's very stupid. It's very dumb.

[pen-and-umbra]

Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 2

Part 1 - Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 1

The most astounding lore connection, however, is found elsewhere, concealed within one of the mini-games. At a certain stage, Queen's Blood becomes a fully fledged side quest, and the now-deceased creator of the game, Lidrehl, contacts Cloud to relay an intriguing story behind it.

(“Once, there lived a queen of peerless beauty and compassion. She loved her people, and in turn, they loved her. But one day, a change came over the queen. In a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty. Fair and beauteous though she remained, her heart became black as pitch. Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition. And so her kingdom grew as her subjects perished. Until, that is, a ray of hope appeared – a sorceress who would be their salvation. The Emerald Witch they called her. And with her arcane powers, she led the people into rebellion, captured the queen, and put her to death. Yet from the tyrant’s body spilled blood as dark as shadow. And from this wicked ichor, the myriad fiends of the world were born. And that... is the story of the Shadowblood Queen. Some call it a parable. A myth. A fairy tale. And I wish it were! But she is as real as you and I! And she is coming. Her resurrection is nigh.”)

“In a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty. Fair and beauteous though she remained, her heart became black as pitch”—this passage describes the metamorphosis Sephiroth undergoes during Nibelheim flashback to a tee. The language used to depict the queen's transformation - "in a blink of an eye, her love turned to hate, her compassion to cruelty"— parallels Sephiroth's own shift from heroism to villainy. “Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition” — anything rings a bell?

“This planet is my birthright! [FFVII Remake & Rebirth]”, “What I want, Cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel, just as my mother did long ago. Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future [FFVII AC]”, “My dominion shall reach into infinity” [FFVII Rb], “I am the chosen one. I have been chosen to be the leader/ruler of this Planet [FFVII OG]”. Birthright, dominion, and leadership are all expressions associated with the concept of a ruler or sovereign, much like a king or queen. Similarly, the excerpt stating "her kingdom grew as her subjects perished" signals a conquest and the losses suffered by the queen's people as a consequence.

Lidrehl's story thus appears to be the first case of Jenova infestation, offering a plausible explanation for the origins of the “female” entity known as Jenova. A female ruler of an unnamed people (possibly the Cetra or the Gi) appears to have had an inexplicable change of heart and embarked on a path of destruction. It is conceivable that this entity, possibly the ruler of the Gi, descended on the planet via a meteor (“subjects perished” = perhaps the Gi old world perished as a result of their queen's conquest? This implication is discussed in pt.1) in order to pursue its “boundless ambitions”. This mirrors the plan Sephiroth outlines to Cloud before their confrontation in Advent Children, emphasizing the parallel between the two narratives. “<...> …to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel <...> Then one day we'll find a new planet. And on its soil, we'll create a shining future”.

On the other hand, the ruler could be Cetran, and whatever caused her to change bore virus-like nature (think of how AC! Sephiroth released Geostigma, which infected people with Jenova's organics). It's somewhat puzzling that the Temple of Ancients makes no mention of their supposed queen when referring to the malicious “celestial adversary”. Then again, it could be reflected in the account of their “enemy” being a shape-shifter who wore the faces of their deceased to spread discord among people.

In fact, the supposed queen may have been killed by this alien entity and wound up dead (as human Sephiroth was after Nibelheim), but the alien entity was impersonating her (again, much like Jenova at various points takes the form of Sephiroth in OG and Remake). Whatever corrupted the queen came with the meteor (the Gi connection again?). Incidentally, the Northern Crater is sitting on the same continent where the Forgotten Capital is located. If there was an alien virus-like substance there, it could have potentially reached the city — a detail that also resonates with Shiva summon lore, as she allegedly froze the impact region to “staunch” the wound.

“An ice-elemental entity and ruler over the world of ice. It is said that she once saved the planet from certain destruction by staunching a great wound with a glacier.” [Loading screen description of Shiva]

Conversely, the ruler of Cetran people could have taken measures to address the disaster, and got infected or killed on site. 

“Until that is, a ray of hope appeared—a sorceress who would be their salvation. The Emerald Witch, they called her. And with her arcane powers, she led the people into rebellion, captured the queen, and put her to death”. Given that the Cetra are described as being more attuned to magic and the arcane, it is reasonable to assume the Emerald Witch was indeed a Cetra. Furthermore, the term “emerald” directly alludes to the color of Mako and the Lifestream. When Aerith pacifies the Lifestream at the Temple of Ancients, she effectively becomes a Lifestream whisperer, or a sorceress.

Therefore, it is reasonable to assume the powers the Emerald Witch possessed were likely linked to the ability to manipulate Lifestream energy on a grand scale. Not too dissimilar to what Aerith does in the original ending, huh?

“Yet from the tyrant’s body spilled blood as dark as shadow. And from this wicked ichor, the myriad fiends of the world were born”—this is highly reminiscent of the Negative Lifestream from Advent Children or the dark essence Kadaj was using to infuse water at the Forgotten Capital. Or even the Geostigma.

Viewed in a broader context, this suggests the passage is referring to the manner in which Jenova's cells spread to infect individuals and animals, potentially reflecting its virulent nature or hinting at the deliberate experiments conducted by ShinRA.

The Shadowblood Queen card bears striking resemblances to the wall depictions of Jenova in the Temple of the Ancients, including hidden eyes, flowing locks, and a hairstyle reminiscent of a meteor shape. The latter, in turn, oddly echoes Rosa's portrayal in LOVELESS, the headpiece in particular.

Conversely, the Emerald Witch card shows similarities to the Goddess Materia statue (the cowl) in Crisis Core, suggesting a possible association with Minerva. The Cetra connection is further solidified by FFVII Remake's ShinRA HQ VR tour. It highlights the traditional Cetra white robe and a cowl when touching upon the subject of harnessing Lifestream's power [through creation of Materia].

As the Planet's avatar, Minerva is an ideal candidate for being a sorceress capable of manipulating the Lifestream. This implies that Minerva may have once been a mortal Cetra, the Emerald Witch. Furthermore, the flower-garland garment on the Emerald Witch card shares surprising similarities to the one Aerith wore while performing her song in the LOVELESS play.

Interestingly, the flowers depicted on the card are of the yellow variety, which provides a nod to the flowers associated with Aerith throughout the franchise. This might hint at Omni!Aerith's new role and mission, drawing a direct parallel between the Emerald Witch card and Aerith's mission.

There's another dead giveaway that connects the Shadowblood Queen and Jenova. As Lidrehl wraps up his story, we are given a glimpse of a robed figure putting their arms threateningly over him. There's no mistake here, as the robe sleeves bear the telltale tears and tatters of “failed clones”. To highlight this, the figure vanishes with distinctive purple/magenta effects similar to those of Jenovaroth and Jenova. 

What's more, when relaying the account of Shadowblood Queen, Lidrehl uses a very specific language, used only by Aerith to describe Jenova in the first part of the Remake.

Lidrehl: “That foul thing is the source of this nightmare <...>” Aerith: [before Jenova Dreamweaver battle] “The source. Of everything.”

Lidrehl’s final words are full of grim promise. 

(“Some call it a parable. A myth. A fairy tale. And I wish it were! But she is as real as you and I! And she is coming. Her resurrection is nigh”.)

Her resurrection. Not Sephiroth's. It is Jenova who will come back.

This detail lends more weight to Sephiroth's cryptic speech about his “fragmented mother” in the Temple of Ancients.

(“My fragmented mother, these errant worlds… All shall be one again.”)

From a broader perspective, the purpose of the Reunion remains the same: to bring Jenova's cell bearers together, but this time the meeting will span across timelines to make the “fragmented mother” whole again [as extensively discussed here], thus fulfilling Lidrehl's prophetic statement of Shadowblood's Queen resurrection looming. Additionally, Sephiroth's message about creating infinity/eternity to rule all the creation forever aligns with Jenova's boundless ambition for conquest, as described by Lidrehl: "Conquest was now her cause, her subjects mere fodder to feed her boundless ambition." In fact, the godhood aspiration that Sephiroth exhibits in the original game can be seen as a reflection of Jenova's/Shadowblood's own limitless ruling ambition.

(“It shall encompass worlds unbound by fate and histories unwritten. <...> My dominion shall reach into infinity”)

In essence, the Queen's Blood game retells an ancient myth about Jenova's origins and supposedly the Cetran victory over it. Lidrehl's story also seems to reveal the original identity of Minerva, suggesting that the Emerald Witch's true identity and arcane knowledge could hold a key to defeating Jenova. Whatever the case may be, Lidrehl was unquestionably killed for this knowledge, as evidenced by the threatening presence which appeared by the end of his speech, and generally we can surmise as much from the card game quest. Based on the earlier discussion, it seems that the LOVELESS play is another aspect, a precursor, or perhaps a (human?) perspective of the same story. Although some details may have been altered or mixed up over time, the similarities remain. As such, Rosa's character prototype may have once been the Queen who became corrupted. Similarly, the character Aerith portrays during her vocal performance might have been inspired by the Emerald Witch, who I believe was the mortal form of Minerva.

Lidrehl's story also seems to point in the direction of Jenova's resurrection, with Jenova being an active, sentient and autonomous agent that has a history of mindjacking other living beings. The account of a fair and kind Queen suddenly and inexplicably becoming corrupted serves as a deliberate parallel and a precursor to Sephiroth's case of a renowned hero drastically turning wicked and cruel. FFVII Rebirth's version of Nibelheim flashback further corroborates this idea, from strongly emphasizing Jenova-esque glitches Sephiroth experiences to outright superimposing Jenova's face over his, thus conveying a sense of possession.

If Jenova was indeed once a Cetran ruler, or more accurately, if it once actually infested a Cetran body like a virus and NOT shapeshifted into one, then this brings a layer of paradoxical irony to ShinRA's early findings. They were not wrong to classify the being as an Ancient. This would also lend more weight to Jenovaroth's ability to bend and control the Whispers, as he would have some of the Ancients' blood in him, much like Omni!Aerith supposedly does with White Whispers. The “choking” and “corroding” of the Lifestream to overpower and command it does evoke the Cetran characteristic relationship with the Planet, albeit twisted in nature.

This also raises intriguing questions about Sephiroth's biological makeup and may offer a clue to defeating Jenovaroth. If the Jenova substance was foreign to the Cetra's ruler own organism, then it is equally foreign to Sephiroth. If the being we know as Jenova is merely an infected Cetra, then Sephiroth was implanted with Cetran cells harboring something else. Therefore, to eradicate the Jenovaroth threat permanently, the party may need to devise a method not only to defeat Jenovaroth in battle, but to “cleanse” the infection, thereby severing the symbiotic/parasitic grip Jenova has on living organisms. This approach echoes how Aerith purged the Geostigma infection in Advent Children.

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Screenshots courtesy of Mapocolops comprehensive video on Queen's Blood quest. Other reads:

Jenova, Minerva, LOVELESS, The Queen and the Gi connection, pt. 1

Jenova being awake & Was Sephiroth possessed?

Jenova resurrecting itself across timelines?

👋 @pen-and-umbra

Jul 26, 2024

[theallianceofcelestials]

I know what ur thinking more Arcade with SEA stuff?! nah ur wrong WN turned into Rainworld but add Arcade, Betty, and Totality + Partiality (Dr Rey is a iterator in this random au I made and isn’t mentioned like at all in the small drabble I made) knowledge u should know if ur gonna read this: Pebs rot spread really far and this is before Saint, rot can infect things and has infected most of the things (excluding scavs bc they are very careful to avoid it) around Rey’s superstructure but it hasn’t rooted too deeply into their structure yet, yeah thats my excuse for why no one trusts slugcats or anything else and definitely not scavs bc scavs hate slugpups ever since artificer yippeeeee- and yeah so that’s why Kc in this is like: ‘A h, a living creature. Must be bad, throw spear-‘ at Arcade also don’t mind me tagging Fey bc Betty is here- @morriganfey

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Thats a strange long legs… it doesn’t have long legs-

The large slugcat’s paws hit the ground with a barely audible thud. His three slugpups clung to his fur and the eldest held a broken in half spear. Eclipse whined as Rusty’s claws snagged on his ear, but that didn’t matter compared to what was… crawling just beyond their hiding spot.

A strange slugcat pawed the ground, and the build and fur of the creature resembled Eclipse, strangely enough. The deep red-black fur with accents of ruby, orange, and yellows were far too similar to his small pup. 

It seemed to not be infected, but with how much has been overtaken by the rot, it is likely that it is despite their appearance. The bulbs of infection could be hidden within the fur instead of visible, even if it was unlikely.

A slight buzz could be heard in the air and Killcode’s head snapped up. A pale, off-white creature that resembled a slugcat glided into the tunnel. This one is obviously not infected, no bulbs in sight and the fur is not thick enough to hide them. 

His eyes shot back to the strange creature and he had to keep himself from yelping a warning to the new creature as its head snapped up and it leaped towards it.

Though he did throw a spear.

The spear hit it in the shoulder instead of the head he was aiming at, but it had the desired effect of the other slugcat being distracted and hitting the ground with a crash far enough away for the strange one to escape.

To Killcode���s distress, it did the exact opposite and squeaked before running towards it and pulling the spear out of its shoulder with a yelp. Two, identical black and white slugpups wiggled out of a hiding spot and ran towards the red one as well. They both squeaked worriedly and jumped around the hurt slugcat as it slowly stood back up.

Eclipse stopped whining quietly to look up and Bloody stopped trying to escape Killcode’s hold and looked up as well. Eclipse squeaked, loud enough for the strange group of creatures to hear.

A dark red face with fiery highlights turned to stare directly into his eyes and he covered his pups defensively, not noticing a decorated scavenger raising an electric spear right behind him.

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hopefully u enjoyed, bc Rainworld aus like this have rotted my brain for like hundreds of years totally. Though i do apologize bc I was actually tired while writing this so it may be bad

And yes that is 100% an elite scav about to commit a crime

(Kc: artificer | Eclipse + Bm: survivor | Arcade: Hunter without time limit | Betty: idk honestly just give hunter bat wings and take out time limit lol | T+P: survivor)

Man, I love Rain World AUs so much, I should probs write the one we have with Sunray.

Also, dw, it's perfectly juicy and lovable, and I lob it. It is great and fantastic

Rip to Arcade tho, maybe if you looked less terrifying

The slugpups, I can't, I have to

I love slugpups so much and I love this and I lo-

I love Rain World AU, I love this, I love Arcade the not so fishy silly fish amd Betty amd- (I love all and every)

Also, I'm on full board with more Arcade and SEA stuff, I'm more than happy to hear about the silly fish and their adventures

[allforthebingo]

AFTG Xmas Advent Calendar 2024 || Angst Edition

AFTG Christmas Advent Calendar 2024 || Angst Edition (this version is 18+ due to the context of the prompts (nothing explicit))

PROMPTS [ [#] angst - angst - angst || dialogue ]

[01] slipping on ice - breaking bones - unable to move || "you should have never come here." [02] unhealthy coping mechanism - overworking themselves - somethings never die || "you were just a child." [03] new trauma brings back repressed memories - memory loss - ptsd || "i don't want to remember." [04] fever - hallucinations - long recovery || "you stayed." "i promised."

[05] victim blaming - toxic relationships - tricked || "it's always your fault." [06] broken promises - betrayal - guilt || "everything will be alright, i promise you." [07] feeling tears while sharing a kiss - bathed and cared for by another - tired || "i'm sorry." [08] running away - left all alone - deep longing || "i feel safe, when i am with you."

[09] touch starved - flinching away from a kind touch - blood || "don't let them-" "i won't." [10] won't stop hurting - child abuse - sign language || "i could never leave you behind." [11] bad habits die hard - anxiety - relapsing || "won't you let me see?" [12] rough childhood - demons of the past - sexual assault || “i won't let them lay a finger on you, never again."

[13] chained - forced to lie - shot || "i'd never flinch from your touch." || [14] painful escape - forced to choose - career ending injury || "please stop." [15] eating disorder - panic attacks - self-harm || “but you love me anyway, don’t you?” [16] hiding an injury - infection - stitching themselves up || "you're over reacting."

[17] heavy breathing - fainting - feeling uneasy || "stop!" [18] sensory deprivation - overstimulation - strapped down || "you have to hold on." [19] passed out from the cold - can't open their eyes - has yet to wake up || "i hate you." [20] stab wound - being let down by someone they once trusted - first aid || "what happened to us?"

[21] freezing temperatures - hypothermia - left to freeze to death || "don't die on me now." [22] frostbite - hands numb from the cold - chronic pain || “you are- you will be alright, i promise you.” [23] staying awake till they can't anymore - dissociating - nightmares || "it's not your fault." [24] being allowed to heal - not afraid anymore - finally free || "acceptance is the first step, right?"

[felicitysmoaksx]

“ you look like you could use a hug. ”

Day 4 of the Advent Prompt Challenge! Set loosely during season 3 of Chicago Med and slight trigger warning for death that doesn't go into too much detail but I still thought I should mention.

Confused at the psych resident hugging him, Connor wrapped his arms around Sarah Reese a little more slowly. Because they weren’t close. Really the only reason they hung out was because Will treated Sarah like she was his little sister. But her little body was warm pressed against him and she smelled like apples and vanilla. 

“Sorry,” she apologized, pulling away from him. She took a step back and he watched as she set her shoulders and rocked on her feet awkwardly. As if she just realized she had been hugging him. “But Will told me about your Dad and… you looked like you could use a hug.”

But maybe Sarah, who had her own issues with her father would understand better than most. After all, Robert Haywood had passed away on a technicality. (No one knew that Robert ran hot at the time and they thought he had an infection so he didn't get his heart. Sarah had explained this all the next day when she came into work. But it was too late. The heart had already been shipped off to another recipient.) Then the truth about who Haywood really was came out.

But Connor remembered the way Robert spoke to Sarah that one day, how he had understood what it was like. (His father didn't do half the things Robert did. Nor did he have a personality disorder. But the wedge created by Connor's mother had been too great. And it wasn't even real. Connor had made it up-)

"Connor," Sarah voice brought him out of his thoughts. Then it was a touch to the arm and a sincere voice. "I'm sorry about your Dad."

Connor squeezed the hand holding on to his arm. "I'm sorry about yours too."

[neurodiversebones]

would love to follow you for bones content but I am currently on my first ever watch through (at 2x12 the time of writing this) and your blog is full of stuff I do not know yet so I will see you when I finish the series. Just wanted to let you know I'm glad at least one other person sees my vision of trans hodgins. Without spoiling anything if you can, would you tell me some of your headcanons for the team?

WAHOO ILY !!!! i don't post too much anymore (i have been infected with svu brainrot these days . if any of you are olivia benson pilled like me go follow @oliviasgayvibe)

hrmmmm with no specific headcanon requests i'm gonna go with some silly random ones for the core five hehe

brennan has an impressive, almost scary, spice tolerance. it took people a while to figure this out, multiple instances of her saying something is "barely hot" only for it to melt their face off. she brutally makes fun of them for this. also, she has ONE pair of silly socks, courtesy of booth. they have skeletons on them. she would never be caught dead in them outside the house, but secretly loves wearing them at home.

booth loves a fruity little drink and is deeply embarrassed by this. in fact, he gets brennan to order fruity drinks, loudly say she doesn't like them, and trade so he can pretend he's being a gentleman. she purposely does a very bad job pretending because she thinks this is stupid.

angela had just about every hair colour and style imaginable in college. her favourites were pink and purple, and she holds that she totally rocked a buzz cut. she is always in charge on crazy hair day for the kids, even the kids that aren't her own (christine and hank come over way early on crazy hair day so auntie angela can help them).

hodgins has the weirdest food cravings known to man. like, "fake-pregnancy-cravings-made-up-for-tiktok-views" level cravings. he made pickle juice snowcones once and angela took a big bite thinking it was lime, only to gag and threaten to divorce him.

cam has set her stove on fire twice, one of which was literally while boiling water. her kitchen cupboards literally just have takeout menus, and the advent of ubereats was a life altering moment for her. also, one time arastoo tried to pull the "would you still love me if i was a worm" thing while they were falling asleep and she hit him with a pillow so hard he fell out of bed.

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 22 : Park Jimin . +18

Content Warning: Public, sex toy, dom jimin

Your legs close, trying to supress the feeling of the toy vibrating inside of you. His hand carress your back softly calming you down a little bit. Your fingers are still gripping onto a dress from the store. "I think this could look very pretty on you" His deep voice send shivers along your spine. When you look at him you can clearly see his finger, powered by the devil actively moving the buttom up and down, controlling the waves that brush pleasure into you.

He makes it stop and your body relaxes a little bit. The dress gets thrown into the shopping basket, that's already full with clothes. "Let's go to the fitting room and see how it fits you" You can't articulate words, since you're so worried it'll reveal your contained moans. You'd never been to a shop like this. Everywhere you look there's othing but luxury.

The fitting room is no exception. The workers walk you towards the biggest one in the whole store. It could be consider a small motel's room. There's champagne for you to share, a big ass couch and a podium. Your mind instantly links the room to a bride's fitting room. His hands are busy hanging the dresses to the racks, so you have time to recover from the intense vibrations.

Once he's finished, he sits on the couch, hands around the back of it, feet on the coffee table. You take it as a sign to start putting on the clothes. As soon as your pants fall to the ground the vibrations come back, your body shakes out of pleasure, your legs tremble threatening to fail and make you fall. "Don't stop" He orders.

You do your best to regain your strength and put on the first dress. The mirror reflects your figure. The long red dress fits you really well. Your breasts are being lifted by the fabric. Its thinness marks your nipples. "Come here" He demands and you obey. His hands touch your body, passing over your curves. They get all the way up to your breasts. They're cold, so cold that you feel the chilly sensations through the fabric. The vibrations speed up.

A soft moan escapes your lips and you rush to cover your mouth with your hands. He seems unbothered by it. His fingers move the fabric to expose your lingerie underwear. His index carress over your wettness, getting infected by the vibrations. "You must be desperate" He comments to himself. The toy's actions intensify. You try to protest with whispers but they get drown by your whimpers and moans. "You don't have permission to cum tho" His words set your mind on pain.

"May I cum?" You whisper. He simply shakes his head. "Try on the next dress come on" At this point your legs are so weak that you can barely walk. You somehow manage to tr on the next dress. The vibrations slow down. "I don't like this one" He says. You take the brief peaceful moment to breathe deeply. The next dress is much more flattering. Jimin seems to agree because the vibrations intensify.

"May I cum?" You ask again, more desperately. "You may not" He replies cruelly. "Please" You beg. Your legs finally give up, forcing you to fall onto the floor. "May I cum?" A shake of his head. "May I cum?" You repeat it a couple of times until you finally get his approval. Your orgasm is intense, messy, loud. It makes your pleasure feel with embarrasment and slight pain due to the overwork on your folds.

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[secondarysefikura]

(Different anon) continuing off of the ask about child Cloud meeting Sephiroth in the meet and greet event and accidentally confessing to him: years later, after defeating Cloud in a fight (post Advent Children maybe), Sephiroth remembers that day and decides to give Cloud his autograph, since he never got the chance to back then. But instead of on a paper, he signs Cloud's body instead (brands. He brands Cloud.)

God I love branding, thank you for giving me chance to talk about it!

So, how should Sephiroth go about branding Cloud? It seems so obvious at first; obviously he will just use Masasume, right? But considering that Sephiroth refers to Nibelhiem as the "crowing moment" of his and Cloud's time together, perhaps branding him with heat/fire would be better.

I guess I should make a pros and cons list for each type of branding.

✨Carving with Masasume ✨

Pros:

Gives more freedom, Sephiroth can write or draw anything he wants.

Stabbing and cutting is most commonly associated with the two and their relationship.

Would take longer, which means the two get more 'romantic time' together.

Cons:

Could lead to a lot of blood loss.

Could get infected.

Cloud is more likely to move and ruin the brand.

✨Heat Branding✨

Pros:

Reminiscent of Nibelhiem, their special time together.

Less risk of blood loss.

Quick and painless, for Sephiroth at least.

Cons:

Less personalization. Can only brand Cloud with whatever metal shape Sephiroth heats up.

Could lead to a whole host of side effects.

Not as personal.

It's hard to pick just one! Maybe Sephiroth could "autograph" Cloud multiple times, using a different method each time!