#and in loz there does seem to be the idea of history repeating itself within characters who are related or implied to be related or whateve

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-reads the notes - oh you also headcanon Linebeck to be related to the sage of spirits?? Who's the family member or is he just related to Nabooru?

Oh, yeah- in Phantom Hourglass specifically, (and for the purposes of my post-ph concept) I headcanon him as being a distant descendant of Nabooru.

It's a slightly more recent headcanon? I've been on the fence about it for a while and just a couple months ago decided to actually tack it on as another headcanon.

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kadajh​:

Tragic, wasn’t? Even as an onlooker, you’d be able to guess and tell that this planet had taken a plunge and quickly began falling away to disappear within the cracks, hiding away from itself. Ah, but where does all the pieces fit? When did it begin fall away from being far beyond recognition? It was all very odd…and interesting. History had a habit of repeating itself. What was all so interesting about this? Knowing everything and all that he did, Kadaj felt like it was such a short time that he is to process it. But there was a mastermind he could thank for that But yet, still, he feels there was far much more he could learn–so much he doesn’t know. Repetitively, a numerous amount times there were examples shown just how far, and how low humans would sink in order to survive. Evidently enough, they were the ones who started it all. Poisoning themselves, killing themselves to climb and rise to the top. They started the decaying process. No wonder mother wanted to take control of what she lost and revitalize it. She wanted it to flourish, to live once more. That idea and those desires matched his own. She deserved that right to reign. Humanity at best is should be treated as the disease that is–in such a state. It found new ways and continued to find even more ways of reinventing it’s delayed destruction. Making itself sick for years and decades more to come. Taken away from his thoughts that always seem to intrude his daily life, it’s questioning that an inkling of calmness opened the way to him. The remnant is not phased by this noise, nor by the sudden reveal. Hmm, he mused ever silently to himself. Not too long now. It would take more than a slight change of the altered scenery, the tearing away of the sky to stir him. In a way, if anything terms itself to describe it—well, Kadaj needed time to decide of what he sees now and how he makes him feel. The thunder rumbled through him long enough to welcome an awe inspiring chill. From start to finish, he watches this once lacking scene shift and become something more interesting. As he stood, Kadaj couldn’t help the smile. It’s an eerie one in a way he began desire a shred in semblance of it. He liked being witness, a subscriber to shock given to those who lived in the slums. There was a reason he’s Sephiroth’s callousness and hatred personified. The more he bothered to deny it, the more he realized he’s more like him than he first imagined. Maybe much moreso than Yazoo and Loz. These humans were right to scream at what they saw. They could do nothing but attempt to run and fritter away; that’s all they could do. They failed bettering themselves of being capable of else. Once again, this remnant is….more pleased. He is…interested and wanted to know more of what in which this beast is capable of doing. He didn’t care of the measures, nor the extremities that he needed to take. The color of blood shed placed a color splash in this otherwise, bland world of waste, decay and pile of walking flesh, and ruble that it is reduced to. Shinra being the blame–they were masters for claiming and robbing others of their lives. The way that it wrote and spread across the pavement brought him joy. Finally, something much more interesting to settle his nausea that was not currently mankind. Blue green opened once things suddenly began to cease. 

“Oh..?” His voice falls into a bit of a silence where only his own ears notices it As though he’s taking to himself. “…You don’t intend to run away on me now. Do you?” Where there is disappointment, there is now wait as the planet returns to what it was before this chaos made it interesting.

𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍, 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  cuts  through  the  receding  clouds,  pouring  its  shimmering  warmth  over  the  crooked  rooftops  of  buildings  &  the  plaza  that  grows  gradually  silent,  now  barely  an  echo  of  whispering  wind.  he  slowly  opens  his  oriental  eyes  just  then,  long  lashes  flattering  over  the  pools  of  pitch-black  ────   so  very  cold,  bottomless  &  empty  ────  they  stare  at  the  heavens  for  a  while,  drowning  all  reflections  in  complete  darkness.  when  was  the  last  time  he  even  saw  the  daylight... ?

                had  a  single  taste...   of  its  unrequited  love... ?

mindlessly  watching  a  pair  of  white  doves  flying  by,  the  young  serial  killer  smiles  &  bit  by  bit  reaches  up,  outstretching  own  black-nailed  hand  towards  the  sheer  beauty  of  this  other  world,  blood  still  dripping  fresh  from  his  fingertips;  ahh...  so  warm...  so...  very  warm...  i  could  almost  die  like  this... 

gently  capturing  one  of  the  little  birds  within  his  delirious  mind,  envy  grows  sweetly  intoxicated,  never  to  notice  how  the  entire  city  stands  still  ────  lithic  &  silent  ────  just  like  an  ancient  clock  without  a  wind-up  key.   well,  aside  from  a  single  child.  she  walks  around  the  smiling  remnant  &  carefully,  almost  dubiously,  approaches  the  spellbound  beast.    ❝    u-um...  e... excuse  me...  ❞    stuttering  softy,  she  stops  just  before  the  pulsing  mass  of  flesh  &  blood,    ❝    a.... are  you...  okay?   ❞

he  doesn't  answer,  seemingly  not  acknowledging  her  presence.  ❝   s-..... sir?  ❞   she  tries  again,  but  louder,  placing  a  tiny  hand  'pon  the  chest  as  if  an  iron  shield,  as  if  no  evil  or  harm  will  come  to  her  if  she  does.    ❝  are  you....  hurt?  ❞    taking  one  step  closer,  the  boot  slowly  sinks  into  mesh  &  envy  suddenly  glances,  making  the  poor  child  stumble  back  in  turn.  after  all,  those  eyes....  they're...  wrong.  completely,  utterly  wrong.  ❝   i-....  i'm  sorry!!   ❞   they  make  no  sense  with  that  boyish  smile. 

thus  instantly  falling  back,  she  runs  towards  the  only  other  person  brave  enough  to  be  this  close  &  in  that  very  same  moment,  envy  lowers  his  arm,  at  long  last,  raising  from  such  hellish  bedlam   ────   the  heavens  above  no  longer  of  interest  ────   following  her  with  haunting  gaze  alone  til   ' their '   eyes  suddenly  meet.  a  clash  of  two  evils.  oh,  how  peculiar.  he  can't  help  but  to  tilt  his  head,  most  shamelessly  examining  the  graceful  man  as  if  nobody  else  currently  existed,  including  that  one  little  girl  who  dares  to  steal  a  peek  from  behind  kadaj. 

such  interesting  clothing,  he  thinks,  maybe  i  really  have  gone  insane.  widening  the  smile  a  little  more,  the  young  serial  killer  chuckles  &  subconsciously  admires  how  kadaj's  hair  glimmers  beneath  the  sun,  looking  just  like  a  beautiful  mass  of  silvery  threads  ────  he  had  never  seen  someone  this  unique  &  stylish  before.  still,  as  the  sunlight  grows  stronger,  so  does  the  need  to finally  lurk  back  into  shadows  &  that's  precisely  what  he  does,  most  regrettably  breaking  their  mutual eye  contact  in  order  to  leave  for  the  nearest  alleyway.  oh..  such  a  terrible  shame.  it’s  been  a  while  since  he  felt  this  tempted  for  a  bite.