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[lucidicer]

ENOUGH ABOUT THR MOSTER i need to know more about rockstar!sióar hehehe

oh lord.....when i was dressing them the entire time i was just like...yeah this the biggest whore in the industry 😁 u can't actually tell in the photos but i added a big tattoo to them that goes up their thigh past their hips. yknow how some bands will just basicslly make out on stage? yeah sióar does that. probably argues with paparazzi but like for fun for the headlines. has dating rumours with everyone. music sound wise probably something like frank carter & the rattlesnakes with sir chloe lyrics hm thats all i can think of rn

[flotsamii]

10/10 - HAPPY BIRTHDAY REIGEN !!!

A piece i started a few months ago to practice fun poses and anatomy :) finished it up last night for the birthday boy !

[proxythe]

Idk if you take requests but. Imagine Ken explaining Featherman lore to ryoji. Ryoji is sitting criss cross applesauce and listening very intently. Koromaru is acting as a visual aid. Do you see my vision.

I have, like, actual commission ideas too this is just a shitpost

ryoji thinks the show is real and he gets worried when they get into fights

[mintcrows]

remembered i actually drew this

[depressed-cowboah]

I never trust tv sapphics ever since clexa (and very recently, Agathario) and im like so shocked by arcane??? They literally got a happy ending??? They’re both ok and alive and in love??? Hello???? And this is such a popular show too? We won fr

[cvtel1ttled4rl1ngslvt]

those undies look a little problematic. how's the backside look? if we cuddle I might not be able to help myself from grabbing

y-you can grab i dont mind!! [he/they]

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello could you do a one shot for Tristan where Gawain fittest with his fem s/o and he gets jealous

I hope I understood this correctly dear, but here you go!

"Wha-" You blinked a multitude of times, trying to even register an ounce of understanding in which the female knight had uttered the very words toward you. In the sense, you could almost feel your face heating up from embarrassment, being put in such a spot. Gawain just seemed to not be at all deterred, she was actually serious, without a shadow of a doubt. Now, that truly had told you that in which she had said was nothing short of a half-hearted truth. Unto that and nothing more, she actually had a gall to flirt with you.

Well, you were aware that she had a penchant for flirting with others who rendered themselves in the same gender, however the last thing you expected was being a target to her flirtatious misdeeds. Though in all your heart, you didn't want to be rude to her, it was nothing wrong of the sort. More so it was often times old drunkards who had high reputations for preying on young pretty girls.

"You heard me pretty miss," She tilts her head, shredded as may be, but she seemed akin to that of a toddler. "How princey over there managed to get you is lost to me, I am rather far better." Gawain postulates, making your blood almost boil at the rather invertedly common insult. Among empires and gentleman it was always common to spit out insults and curses of which those who were born into higher riches. But by no means was that Tristan's fault, he was simply born into monarchies, those of whom were greatly respected amongst the people of Liones. He had greatly inherited a lot of his kind and gentle traits from his mother as well, you could see the resemblance not in just genetics alone, but by mannerisms and their actions.

"You shouldn't talk about him like that, it isn't nice." You replied, albeit with a firm tone. Habitually you were always quick to defend the silver-haired nephilim against anyone who had spoken bad about him, but be it one of his very own comrades? It's naught high for impossibility!

"It's not like we're friends, Im on a far different level than he is. Even in the time I've known him, he continued to be traitorous." Gawain's brows furrowed, half-hearted in hatred and about green with envy.

Yet here the situation stood, strong and spiteful for one, and another revered in the very sense of objectivity. Gawain too was a woman, that was no lie, you thought she would understand such matters. It was otherwise you were disproven of such thoughts, right here and now. In a way you could understand her perspective about Tristan and considering her feelings on the matter of his abilities as well, but in no way will you ever consider it acceptable that she insulted him in such a manner.

"Still though, it's not as if you two are supposedly enemies." You stand your ground, even with a harsher grit. Despite the fact you highly dislike confrontation, you were easily faced with the brunt of the concept, which came to reality speedily. "Gawain with all due respect I would like it if you did not speak about him that way."

A soft call of both your names snapped you out of your ever building stupor of aggrieved and sexual bullying, leaving you a little surprised that Tristan was approaching the pair of you.

"Why are you two fighting?"

Oh that same, sweet old tone. Easily wanting to amend whatever bonds there may be left, yet there was something else tapered in between the lines of his words. Something reminiscent rarely ever displayed in action, it was bare, yet it was still there. You were once again a little stuck in motion at the thought of it, you thought you were disillusioned. Gawain just stuck her head out, "Nothing that is your business, this is between the two of us."

"I understand that." He interjected in a gentle manner, lifting his gloved hands up to appease to Gawain's current bullish behavior. "But the energy seemed to be rather dreary, so I was starting to get worried."

There it was again, passing by as it once had before just a mere minute ago. How is he doing that? Whatever it was. All you were doing, was just watching Tristan and Gawain converse, but you were easily torn away from your statute display cobbled with imaginary stone. Watching as Tristan approached you with a concerned expression painted on his face, he gently pressed his hands on your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, patient as can be. You turned your head to see that Gawain was leaving the area, making you loopback to Tristan's face, shrugging your shoulders in confusion as to what just had happened. You wondered what even happened at all, all there was is a steady argument, you know that Gawain wasn't going to attack you, so why did Tristan intervene? He had no reason to do so. Then you thought back to when he first approached, not far from a few minutes ago. Something about him seemed slightly different, it was just a mere tendril but it was enough to shake you somewhat.

So finally, "I'm... fine. I'm fine." You repeated, about twice until you had seen the disbelief about your wellbeing in his eyes fade. "What was that about?"

Tristan's brow contorted, confusion. "What was what about?"

You shook your head in disbelief, nodding your head at where Gawain had left you two alone. Tristan seemed to notice the source of your confusion, easily misplaced as it is however. You still didn't understand how, or why.

Tristan's bloodlust was rather suffocating earlier.

[splatbastards]

can you draw Ichiya’s body type i need it for a reference/science

Sure bro.

the way i draw him definitely strays a fair bit from canon but frankly i like weird long noodle Ichiya. (also i got a bit carried away doodling him lol) do with this what you will.

[bleue-flora]

correct me if im wrong but people claim c!Tommy is obsessed with c!Dream, but if yo ulook back at the aftermath of l'manberg exploding, c!Tommy says "our stories over", while c!Dream says "our story will never be over you're just too fun" Which makes it look like that c!tommy is the one wanting to leave c!Dream alone while c!Dream is doing the opposite.

That and the mini truce they had in early dsmp days if that counts because directly after establishing they were allies, c!dream proceeded to hunt c!tommy for the discs. I dont doubt your perspective, but I've seen far too much instances of c!Tommy trying to end this feud with c!Dream while c!Dream continues to drag him back down into it and rarely have seen the opposite. Curious on your opinion on that. I do consider majority of his focus on c!Dream post-exile being out of paranoia that c!dream would harm him again so he wants to kill c!Dream to avoid that perceived torture but ig that would still count as an obsession.

Well, I mean not sure which war you were talking about originally but if it was the first war he says imediately that he’s going after Dream for the discs once they have recovered [clip], but I think you actually meant Doomsday based on your quotes [clip], in which case I’d like to note a couple things. Firstly, it’s important to highlight that this is right before the staged finale, which means he’s purposely trying to sound evil and malicious. So his, ‘this was fun’ is part of that. (Though I do think even Tommy and his affinity for griefing would probably enjoy blowing things up but that’s besides the point). Secondly, the way Tommy says ‘it’s over.’ And ‘it’ll be over soon’ is I’m pretty sure as a threat, not him saying he wants to stop the fighting, but it seems to me that he’s basically promising to kill Dream for the discs. To which Dream says ‘our story will never be over, it’s too much fun’ again ‘fun’ here is his villain persona feeding Tommy’s image of him being a bad guy, but I think if Tommy is threatening to kill Dream, which based off context and even the tone of voice I’d say it’s likely, then Dream’s response makes a lot of sense considering he has the revive book. So it’s two fold, half is just truth - it will not end because neither Dream nor Tommy will stay dead because of the revive book - and half is his persona setting the scene for staged finale. So in either, scene whether after the first war where he gave Dream the discs for L’manberg or in Doomsday, I don’t get the impression Tommy intended to actually end their feud. And after the first war, Tommy highlights “taking back his discs” when it is true, as Dream points out, Tommy did give them to him. In a way, everytime after that happens, as Dream points out in Daedalus, it’s kinda Tommy taking Dream’s discs, almost like giving a present then trying to steal it again.

I’m not sure which specific truce you are referring to specifically and don’t feel like or have the time to watch all the early stream to find it, but it is important to know, that Dream in the beginning is loyal to keeping everyone happy, he changes sides depending on who’s being wronged, which changes from fight to fight. So sometimes he’s on Tommy’s side, sometime he’s against Tommy, depending on the situation and who might be in the wrong. And while I’m not sure which truce you mean, I’m fairly certain Dream didn’t just go after Tommy without reason, it’s just not his style unless he’s trying to play a persona like around the Doomsday era in which case, technically that is still a reason, but it just may not be obvious because it could be that Tommy hurt someone other than Dream.

Just as references, here are some instances where Tommy has provoked Dream: Burning down George’s house after winning the war, Hitting him with a mine cart and stealing his stuff, Stabbing him while fixing a hole in his Tommy’s own yard [clip], teaming with Sapnap to kill him while he’s just waking down the path [clip], killing him again after the war has ended and Tommy’s stuff have been returned [clip], stealing his items after falling into a trap [clip] just to name some examples I can think of off the top of my head and have watched recently.

And if the logic is that after prison Tommy is targeting Dream out of paranoia and fear, does Dream not get the same respect? Was he not specifically targeted by Wilbur and Tommy in the very start of L’manberg? (Their constituention literally says “suuuuck it green boyyy!”) Were his friends not hurt because of association with him? Were his items not taken multiple times? Even after prison, is it reasonable to say he’s once again put his persona of scary villain to get him to leave him alone, after Tommy broke in and tried to kill him when he was already defenseless and locked up?… Yes at some point, maybe it did become more mutual, maybe Dream did start conflicts too, but at what point can we not say that it’s prevention instead of obsession. Clearly, he holds onto being murdered repeatedly at the start of the discs wars all the way till the finale, even after we know his memory was suffering [post].

And yes, post-prison I hope we can all agree that Tommy is definitely stalking and obsessing over Dream, while Dream could care less (the disc in his basement being the one thing he does in provoking Tommy, which again I file under intimidation to keep him away.)

Anyways… I’m just saying, it seems to me that whenever Tommy logs on we don’t hear Dream say, ‘oh look it’s the child again’ or whatever but when Dream does, it’s ’oh look it’s the green bastard’, so where is the line between obsession vs prevention and retaliation…

[ghost-proofbaby]

happy halloween fellow spooky babes

[homehauntsyou]

What's your opinion on the take that Sam is always running away?

ooh oh my goodness this is. complicated.

I think before even getting into the actual canon events, the real issue that I personally have with it is that, when people say it (including dean), it's usually predicated on the idea that sam did not grow up in an abusive environment / did not experience as much abuse as dean which has little-to-no canonical proof. this directly relates to both flagstaff (he's trying to escape an abusive environment where he doesn't feel taken care of) and stanford (he's literally just going to college !), where people think he had ""no reason"" to want to leave or that he ""abandoned"" dean

in terms of on-screen events I think "always" is untrue and honestly unfair. the only two times I can think of that can be actually defined as "running away" would be flagstaff, since that's the legal definition what happened, even if I don't blame him for it at all, and post-s7/pre-s8 when sam himself says that he just "ran" from real-life and the memories of dean. I don't think that constitutes saying that he factually "always runs away." to me, any other examples that people like to use don't really hold up - in 04x21, he's not running away, just killing lilith without dean (who could be considered an active threat to sam after the panic room) and in 05x03, they mutually decided it would be better for sam (a recovering addict) to step away (additionally, sam immediately calling dean when he finds out that he's lucifer's vessel seems to show the opposite of running away imo and a willingness to do what needs to be done)

I think it really comes down to the fact that leaving dean or leaving a dangerous situation does not equal running away, even if dean thinks that. and the popularization of this take seems to stem from the narrative bias in dean's favor and how the audience is mostly restricted to dean's narratively justified despair/anger while sam's emotions aren't explained (see: 05x16 when dean gets a whole long moment about flagstaff and why he's upset about it, but sam doesn't get to explain why he left in the first place.)

anyways. overall, I understand where it comes from, since dean does use that language in relation to sam, but I dislike it and I think it's a very limited take that vilifies sam for simply having autonomy / the desire to make his own choices, even if they don't involve his family and/or dean

[bumblingbabooshka]

Fake Voyager Episode: Tuvok gets kidnapped and forced to compete in an arena where telepaths fight one another to the death for a shot at fortune and prestige. He was initially kidnapped as 'fodder' - the aliens who run the arena will grab any telepathic alien they can find regardless of skill and they're essentially just there to be killed by flashier veterans of the bloodsport. The episode is mainly Tuvok showing off his tactical know-how and combat skills. We also get several flashbacks to him as a young man, learning how to fight both on Vulcan and in Starfleet. There's a concern that he will lose himself when forced into this seemingly endless battle, surrounded by violence, but in the end he prevails and manages to escape without killing a single person. He leaves the arena after giving a message of peace. Patreon | Ko-fi

Unnamed Goon: [Laughter] That puny 'Vuulcan' didn't land a single hit for all his bluster. Once I sealed his telepathic powers it was over! Huh huh huh… If I keep up this pace I should have him crushed beneath my fists in- What...? I can't move...? Tuvok: By now you have surely noticed it.

You are certainly a formidable opponent. Most would assume you to be a simple bruiser but that is not the case. You are a knowledgeable telepath - able to not only bolster your own physique but nullify the telepathic capabilities of your enemies.

However. You rely too much on one tactic and are too proud to allow yourself to look 'weak.' This was the ultimate cause of your ruination. While you gleefully battered my body about the field I was able to locate twenty two out of twenty four 'kobat sfek' on your body - points which will render you immobile for approximately…four minutes. More than enough time. It was a shrewd precaution to nullify my telepathic ability. However. I do not need them to best you in combat.

Even now, I am ten times stronger than you. Unnamed Goon: T-Ten...TEN TIMES!? [Imagining the sort of gruesome end that might await him, the unnamed Goon faints - leaving Tuvok the victor.]

[mappingthesky]

burning through you - part 2

turns out i am actually incapable of leaving this pairing alone...so! here's part 2

Day Two

For the first half of the day, Jane was feeling almost comfortable. She knew where she’d shaken out amongst the other girls - on top, as per usual. She tended to settle nicely once her superiority was well understood. It was because of this that she let her guard down, if only just enough to establish something like camaraderie with the other girls. All her judgement aside, she found that she actually liked most of them. She ended up next to Megami for most of the afternoon, some mindless chatter making the heightened environment feel almost safe.

Her defenses were down. That was, until, Nymphia settled in just a seat away. Then started the small talk.

It was innocent. Nice, even. Jane knew this. She was a bitch, yes, but she wasn’t delusional. Nymphia was just being friendly. So why did every word out of her mouth set Jane’s teeth on edge?

Nymphia would ask about Boston. Jane would ask about Taiwan. The whole time her eyes would flicker over Nymphia, scanning her, for what she did not know. If it made Nymphia nervous, it didn’t show.

Jane tried to remain neutral, she really did, but she felt herself sharpening with every word. It was wholly involuntary, and completely unnecessary. Jane knew that, she just couldn’t help herself. It was like there was a tangle somewhere deep inside her, and Nymphia was pulling it into a painful knot. 

Megami asked if the girls were excited for the talent show. Jane deflected, thankful for a change in subject. They spoke at length about their acts - Megami mentioned something about her performance, Jane didn’t mention she thought it was a terrible, albeit touching, idea. 

And then the conversation turned back to Jane, who found herself rambling about her performance: how excited she was, how great it would be… She was bragging, and she knew it. She loved to talk herself up, partly because she knew she deserved it, and partly because it meant she had to live up to her words. She was definitely rambling, and it was definitely not because it made her nervous to know that Nymphia was listening. 

It was a simple follow-up question from Nymphia. “What are you doing for the talent show?” She powdered her face, her eyes locking with Jane’s in the mirror. 

Jane was suddenly defensive. 

“You’ll just have to see, baby” she deflected, averting her eyes back to her reflection, “you’ll just have to see”. She said something else after that, she didn’t remember what.

Nymphia smiled like she was about to say something. Someone screamed on the other side of the room, a welcome distraction. Megami touched Jane’s arm whilst the room’s attention was diverted elsewhere,

“You okay, Jane?” Megami asked. Jane was humiliated. 

“It’s Plane,” she snipped back.

~~~

Jane had been hoping that Nymphia would somehow by the grace of God completely fuck up. Of course, she did not.

She was mesmerizing. There was no way around it. Jane was a cynic, yes, but not blind. She knew talent when she saw it, and, no matter how much she hated it, Nymphia was the real thing. Jane studied Nymphia’s performance closely.

Nymphia’s command was the exact opposite of Jane’s. When she swept across the stage, she was the embodiment of grace. There was a reverence to her performance that clutched everyone’s heart, even Jane's. She thought, just for a moment, that she could understand it. Her humor, even when filthy, was charming. She was light and fizzy, a breath of fresh air with a perfect face. She approached things with an open heartedness that allowed any flaws to feel lovable, elevated them.

Jane preferred to bulldoze. She commanded attention, and dominated the stage aggressively. Love her or hate her, an audience had no choice but to be impressed by her commitment. She was crass, dirty, and unabashedly raw. It was a testament to her fearlessness, or the illusion of such. No matter what she was doing, you couldn't seem to look away. Plus, she was hot, and that didn't hurt either. Her undeniable beauty seemed to catch people by surprise. Jane thought it must balance her out, soften her somehow. People could project onto her beauty, make what they wanted out of it. They could believe in that if they didn’t believe in her personality. 

This is all to say that Jane, whether she acknowledged it or not, was on the defense. She hit the stage with something to prove. She felt everyone’s eyes on her, as they should be, and she wouldn’t dare waste them.

She decimated. She knew it as soon as she heard the applause. There had been no other option, not for Jane. She needed this to happen. The validation was everything she had ever wanted. To win made it all worth it: the sleepless nights, the twisted ankles and bruises, the criticisms and arguments, the hot tears to herself. When she tasted that win, she thought it was even worth minor sabotage. 

That moment was almost enough to make up for the look on Nymphia’s face when she left for the night. Almost, but not quite.

[bisnes-socks]

trick or treat!💚

(give me anything 👍 I wanted to use this photo)

perfect, i have plenty of jo/kä memes with zero context really testing the storage on my phone let's go!

i call this one Moments Before Disaster the Jealous Bojan Saga part 1

and btw thank you that was an excellent image to find in my inbox <3

[driftingballoons]

I hope you don't mind me asking two thing back to back, but for the reverse unpopular opinion ask game.

What piece of PMD lore/story just doesn't sit right / doesn't make sense with you?

Not at all! Love getting asks, thank you! :3

The one piece of lore that’s always bothered me a bit is how they handle humans in the series. Imo it’s just a little confusing and odd. Now for the positive! By leaving it vague, it really hands over the lore to the fans—how do humans live in this world? Are they common, or are you one of/the only one left? Do they tend to live side by side with pokemon, or are they more separate than in the main series? Where did Hero come from? What happened to their family? Etc etc. Plus, in Explorers, the idea of there being humans around, but you not seeing ANY in the Dark Future really adds to the oppressive and heavy nature. It helps show it’s such a harsh world that only the most feral of pokemon can truly thrive. 

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Sickfic Prompts | Open

@warofthebeasts asked: [ 👕 ] - helping them get changed [ zack helping seph because zack is a good bean and seph doesn't get taken care of enough ]

He felt cold, sick, empty, hot, overwhelmed and numb all at once. He could assume, with the basic mental effort he was able to put in right now, that a lot of it was due to overwhelming exposure to mako. He'd been exposed for years, but in such abundance, and during a time where he was already....regrettably and undefinably vulnerable, it seemed to had taken its tole.

But there was more...more he didn't fully understand, or perhaps didn't want to.

As much as the nausea swimming in his stomach, there was regret, piling further and further atop one another. The townspeople of Nibelheim...the local infantryman, the young guide...and Zack Fair himself, they had all laid witness and victim to weakness and failure and undefinable horrors.

In the deep, suffocating fog that seemed to be choking his senses and his ability to think and feel clearly, he remembered...rage, hurt, disgust, and a desire to hurt, the burn, to consume. He wanted to destroy, and he wanted to spread destruction.

And that desire still twisted in his gut, and yearned to surge forward. But more than that, awareness and disgust flooded that desire. He swallowed the lump in his throat, still feeling nauseas as he looked around the abandoned field before him. He'd been...dragged here...when?

Oh yes. After the two encounters and chase between himself and Zack. He had taken to Nibelheim, in the fog, in the hate, masamune at the ready, and a yearning smile on his lips as he could almost hear her voice, singing to him, praises and encouragement to do it, just do it, cut it down and burn it all.

But the Buster Sword stopped him after the first few injuries were inflicted--the judgmental gaze of Angeal crashed through his mind, the mocking but encouraging remarks for better effort from Genesis rung in his years, despite being tainted by the echeos of rot, rot, rot. But then those shining blue eyes tore past his awareness, trying to seperate the fog with their intensity and the words complaining about what was wrong, why he was doing this, what happened to him.

They fought, he couldn't remember how long, and that hunger twisted in his gut. The sing-song lullaby of his mother turned into screeching cries. He had to go to her, he had to save her.

He'd abandoned Zack Fair, and his unfortunate, wounded but still breathing victims in the town and made for the reactor. The nearer he drew, the louder he cries became. He would embrace her, he would remove her from her shackles, from whatever cruel containment she'd been left in. He was intent, but then there was that Buster Sword, and those eyes, and Zack's voice. He couldn't hear him through her cries, and he felt himself wanted to tear and claw out of his own skin. Deeper than Zack's reluctant slashes could sear him with pain, his mothers grin on him had him coming apart. He went to skewer Zack, but the man ducked mostly in time, though masamune did carve over his shoulder, cutting free the near useless pauldron.

Zack's cry of pain, the location of the injury, the location where Genesis had only days ago shattered his entire world, and the faintest grip on what he had once treasured that had been nurtured through the nights of Zack staying by his side in the mansion as he worked and studied, it all seemed to crash together.

He faltered, and staggered, and with tears he did not recognize were falling, he let out a cry of overwhelming frustration and lunged for Zack once more. But he had not recovered, and Zack just barely managed to overwhelm him.

He remembered the fall, plunging into the mako, and everything choking him harder, deeper, down into the depths of nothingness. He should have drowned. But something pulled him out

Someone.

That someone had pulled him out, and dragged him just beyond Nibelheim to a small abandoned farm. He had carried him, and cared for him, and Sephiroth, after how many days, had finally found himself aware and physically present enough to communicate. And just in time to find himself half naked. He had been changed out of his soaked uniform, and now adorned in underwear he'd never had before.

He looked around, but all he could see was spiky black. He blinked a few more times, and he began to feel. Firm, calloused, but warm hands situating his legs to prepare to slide pants.

"One after the other, buddy, we've got this." Zack's sure, warm voice finally overcoming the dull silence that had blocked his ears as if he were still under water.

"...Z-..." he tried to speak, smacking his lips, swallowing harshly and blinking through eyes that felt tired and like they could stick together if they shut too long. Blue eyes were on him again, in awe, but then warm. "Za-Zack..."

"Hey... Hey, Seph, it's alright..." He greeted, clearly happy to be hearing his voice again. "Sorry if you're cold, I just...finally found something that could fit you, to get you out of the mako-covered uniform. How...how are you feeling?"

'I'm f-..." he coughed, then felt himself shiver. He tried to steel himself and his senses, as if the shiver offended him, and his features teased.

"Hey, it's alright. You don't have to be like that...you know."

"Like what...weak?" he retorted coldly, but that tone drained rapidly, as if he had not the energy for it. He watched as Zack continued to try to dress him, working loose pants up both his ankles, though he tried to stop him. "I can do that...m-myself..." he tried to complain, reaching to grip the waist band, tugging it and ignoring how Zack's hands lingered to help. He tried to stand to tug them the rest of the way, and immediately staggered only to be caught by Zack who stood to support him.

"Hey..." that voice was softer than before. "Look...I know you can...but right now, you don't have to... I've got you...Sephiroth...come on, just...just stop. For once, just stop."

Sephiroth shuddered, wanting to push off of the other, but that warmth wanted to seep into his very bones, and he felt so tired. Legs giving way more, Zack helped him sit while working up his pants before he completely sat down.

"Why...are you still here?" he found himself asking, looking to Zack. "...What happened to Angeal...to Genesis...what became of me... This isn't...your burden, and yet..." he looked to Zack's shoulder, remembering the cut he'd made there, features tensing. "You shouldn't be here...enduring this curse, when it's not yours to bear."

"Yes, it is." Zack cut him off.

"No, it's not--"

"It is. You're my friend, so it is. I'm not leaving you, Sephiroth. This is all so fucked up, but this is more than we can understand... What we learned in the mansion? What happened with the other two, it's so complicated, and I know...as screwed up as what you did in Nibelheim was, you weren't you."

"How do you know that?" Sephiroth countered.

Zack tugged forth the shirt he'd found, an oversized sweater, and he presented it to prepare putting it on him. "Because I know you...and that wasn't you...like that beast wasn't Angeal, and like that jerk in the reactor couldn't be the Genesis you talked about being your friend. Because there is something else at work, that I still don't understand. And because, if that was you, you wouldn't have stopped, and you wouldn't be sitting here now...now would you?" he quirked his head. "Arms up."

Sephiroth stared, lips downturned, but reluctantly followed his instructions. The warmth of the sweater was welcomed, and he settled into it as Zack tugged it down and completely on him. "Zack... I don't...want this." This, being not wanting the other stuck in this position of looking out for him and standing against ShinRa. He didn't want to drag Zack further into this than he already had. He didn't want to face loosing or ruining anything else precious to him.

"...Let's stop lying, alright?" Zack countered with a small smile. "And stop being stubborn. You don't have to be the machine they made you anymore. So stop."

Sephiroth could only stare at Zack, words failing him. He wanted to stand, and run, leave him behind and try to figure out...what to do from here. But, he could find the strength, and the desire was dimming by the second.

"...How...?"