#sephiroth and sister HC thing

[sephirthoughts]

Now that you jumped on the Nero is Vincent's son train, how would Sephiroth and him get along? Nero has a lot of grief from Weiss death of course and overall trauma in general. Would Sephiroth also react to him like he did to his sister?

OH. I am so glad you asked. Cause I love this so much.

*cracks knuckles* Characters: Sephiroth and Nero (big brother and little brother).

Setting: Vincent and Cid's house, later the same night Nero arrived.

THIS IS NOW VINCENT'S NEW KID JUST DROPPED, CH. 2

In the small hours of the morning, when that blanket of silence that lies upon a sleeping household was thickest, Nero carefully opened his bedroom door. The knob made the faintest metallic click, then it swung open silently. Fortunately for him, the house was new enough that the hinges didn’t creak, which he had observed earlier in the day, or he'd never have tried this.

Enveloping himself in darkness, he padded down the pitch dark hallway, as softly and silently as a cat, past the closed door of another bedroom. 

Across the T intersection in the hallway, were the doors to the occupied bedrooms. The baby’s door was open a crack, but the main bedroom’s door was closed. Not as if they’d have heard him anyway, with the way one of them (certainly the scruffy blonde smoker) was snoring.

Letting the tendrils of darkness lead, Nero turned right, gliding toward the living room. There was a night-light on, by the front door, casting deep, eerie shadows across the space. To him it was a beacon. Only a few meters to the front door and freedom. Then he could go back and wait for Weiss, at their secret place.

He sneered to himself, as he stepped out of the hallway. He should thank that idiot judge for remanding him to the custody of that man they kept calling his father. These fools were far too trusting, to leave him unchained and unguarded. Did they really expect him to quietly accept his fate, and submit to living in capt—

Only his preternatural reflexes saved him from being blinded by the razor-sharp blade that was suddenly mere millimeters from his eye. He stood frozen in place, heart pounding in his ears, all his hypertuned senses focused on that long, thin blade. It was steady as a rock, without even the tiny movements caused by a swordsman’s pulse and breathing. How the hell had he not sensed it! The darkness should have alerted him!

In the inky shadows, behind the blade, a pair of glowing, bright-green eyes materialized. “Going somewhere?”

Nero cursed inwardly. What the hell was this psychopath doing here? He didn't live here, the other bedroom was empty. He assumed the man had gone. Well, nothing for it but to brazen it out.

“Getting a glass of water.”

The green eyes blinked. “Which required you to put on your boots.”

“I already had them on,” he retorted, mustering all the sullen indignation he could. “What business is it of yours? And what the hell are you doing lurking in the dark with a sword? Don’t you know that’s dangerous?”

The shadowy figure withdrew the blade and stepped closer, looming over him like a shade of death. Nero, who was only five-eight, himself, looked up at Sephiroth, attempting to swallow in a suddenly dry throat.

He definitely hadn’t looked this big, when he’d met him today. Granted, he’d only seen him sitting around with the baby. Now, he was inclined to believe the reports that Shinra's infamous weapon of mass destruction was six-foot-seven. 

His casual clothing from earlier had been replaced by that iconic, leather coat, with the white pauldrons and chest harness, and his famously beautiful silver hair was left loose, cascading freely about his shoulders. He hardly seemed like the same person, at all, with the vicious light in his slit-pupil eyes, and that icy, malevolent smile.

“You’re Sephiroth,” Nero said. “That famous war hero, who they say went mad and slaughtered an entire village full of innocent people.”

“You’re mistaken,” Sephiroth said mildly. “Everyone knows that he died. Or, did you not get the news, in whatever hole Shinra was keeping you in.”

“That’s too bad,” Nero sneered. “I admired his work.”

All this time, his tendrils of darkness had been creeping around behind the man, coiling like snakes. As he said the last few words, all of them struck at once, instantaneously creating a crackling, purple-black vortex of certain death, around the target.

He and Weiss had developed this attack, together. There was no evading it and there was no shield, physical or mystical, that its Chaos born un-light could not pierce. He smiled coldly to himself.

But just as the field constricted, to consume its prey, his darkness vortex slipped out of his control, and began to spin, faster and faster, the tendrils curling in on themselves, contracting and condensing, till the whole thing was no larger than a baseball. Sephiroth held it, floating between his fingertips.

“A pretty little trick. But too easy to turn against you,” he said, and absorbed the purple-black sphere into his palm. 

Nero choked and staggered. Black blood streamed down his chin and dripped onto the floor. His connection to the darkness, that let him feel it and manipulate it like part of his own body, was wrested from him, by Sephiroth. His booted feet skidded across the wood floor, as his own power was used like puppet strings, to drag him toward the man. Sephiroth’s big, black-gloved hand caught him by the throat. 

“Let us clear a few things up, Nero,” he said calmly. “The only reason you are here, is because my father is too soft-hearted.”

Soft hearted? Nero shuddered, thinking of that maniac demon, immune to his darkness, who had torn through him like paper and beaten him within an inch of his life.

“I am not nearly so gentle nor forgiving as he is. He may have accepted you, as his son, but I have not accepted you, as my brother. Until you have proven to me that you can behave like a proper member of this family, I will not acknowledge your right to be here.”

“I don’t w—want to be here!” Nero choked out, clawing impotently at Sephiroth’s absurdly strong hand. “I don’t care about this family! My only family is Weiss! If I don’t have a right to be here, then let me go! I want to go back to my brother! Let me g—ck!” His demands were strangled in his throat, as Sephiroth tightened his grip. 

“Keep your voice down, intruder,” he hissed, in Nero’s ear. “If you wake my little sister, I will make sure you regret it.”

So saying, he dragged Nero bodily into the kitchen, by his neck, and shoved him into a chair, in the breakfast nook. Nero’s body moved jerkily under Sephiroth’s control, his hands and feet placing themselves flat on the table and floor, respectively, as if they’d been glued in place. 

Seeing him yanking at them, Sephiroth gave a snort of laughter. “There’s no point in attempting to break free. You’re not even a match for my father, and he is no match for me.”

As he said this, his black leather ensemble, including coat, gloves, trousers, and high boots, warped and shimmered, and he was suddenly wearing his white t-shirt and black jeans, from before.

Nero left off struggling and watched, dumbfounded, as Sephiroth pressed a button on a thing that looked like a miniature rice cooker, then took a baby bottle out of the refrigerator, and put it in the thing.

“Ollie will be up soon. May as well warm up her bottle, now,” he explained, to his bemused captive.

Was this seriously the hero of Wutai? The one-winged angel? The man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of pretty much everyone? Why was he so…domestic?

Sephiroth, meanwhile, wrapped his long, silver hair into a knot, and stuck a chopstick through it, to hold it in place. Next, he got out a glass, filled it with water, and placed it in front of Nero.

“What the hell is this?” Nero demanded. 

“Your glass of water,” Sephiroth answered blandly. “Oh, but how thoughtless of me.” He opened a drawer, from which he produced a bright-purple curly straw, and stuck it into Nero’s glass. “There. No hands required.”

Nero blinked down at the water, then back up at Sephiroth. Now he was taking containers from the refrigerator, and heating a frying pan on the stove. Nero was too spellbound by this bizarre behavior, to bother being contrary, and unconsciously leaned down to take a sip of water, from this idiotic straw. He realized, after that sip, that he was parched with thirst, and drained the glass quickly.

Meanwhile, Sephiroth had put oil, leftover rice, and some vegetables and tofu from supper into the frying pan. After he browned the mixture for a while, he added some garlic and soy sauce, and a few things Nero didn’t recognize. At that point, the enticing, savory-salty aroma permeated the kitchen, and Nero’s stomach growled with hunger. 

He hadn’t come out of his room for supper, from sheer obstinacy, and the dry ration packets they sporadically bothered to toss into his cell in the max-security prison had been frankly inedible. Not that he ate much, anyway. He hadn’t had something he’d call a meal since…

He clenched his teeth against the deep pang of homesickness, when he thought of his brother, and forced his mind back to the immediate present. His thirst had only been whetted by the glass of water, and his lips felt dry and cracked, but he’d be damned if he let any of these people think he wanted anything from them.

To his manifest irritation, Sephiroth stepped over and dumped some kind of orange liquid into his glass, from a cardboard carton. Before he even had a chance to glare at the man, he had already walked away, and was cracking eggs into his steaming frying pan. 

If sitting him here and making him watch the most dangerous man in the world act like a housewife was some form of psychological torture, it was ingenious. But he may as well get what he could out of it. Rationalizing it to himself, as necessary fuel for his body, now that he wasn’t being saturated in mako all day, Nero sucked down the tangy, sweet, slightly aromatic juice.

He was trying to make his exhausted brain work out a plan, for a way escape, when a bowl and spoon were plunked down in front of him, giving him a start. He looked down and grimaced at the contents of the bowl.

“Fried rice,” Sephiroth said.

That was certainly what it looked like. The formerly white rice was now part of a brown, oily mélange, which also included egg, orange and green things he knew were carrots and peas, and various pale bits that must be tofu. It looked disgusting. 

“You expect me to eat this?” 

Sephiroth crossed his arms on his impressive chest. “You didn’t come to supper. I know you’re hungry.”

Nero tossed his head indignantly. “Tch.”

“I’m going to free one of your hands. You will use that spoon to eat everything in that bowl.”

“Like hell I wi—” 

“If you refuse to cooperate, I will feed it to you,” Sephiroth cut him off, with that terrifyingly placid smile.

Nero glowered. “What business is it of yours, anyway? Why do you care if I eat or not?”

“I do not care about you, in the least. But if you starve yourself and become ill, my father will be unhappy.”

“So what? Why should I care if he's unhappy?”

“He is your father, too.”

“That person is not my father! It’s his fault all of this happened! It’s his fault that Weiss—” Nero broke off and looked down at his bowl. “It’s all his fault. I have to get back to my brother. I need to get back to him.”

“Wiess is dead,” Sephiroth said flatly. “You know he is dead. I am the only brother you have, now.”

“No. No. You’re not my brother. Weiss is my brother. He’s the only one. The only one.”

“Eat. Now.”

Knowing it was useless to resist, Nero used his freed hand to pick up the spoon, and sullenly shoved a bite of the strange food into his mouth. He was so surprised, he was unable to entirely conceal his reaction, when he tasted it, at which Sephiroth smirked. 

Nero didn't care. He no longer cared about anything but this bowl of food. He had no idea anything could taste like this. He’d been fed dry rations and nutritional pastes, since he was a child. Weiss was the only person who had ever cooked him a meal, and that had been a bit of tough meat and some mushy, flavorless vegetables. 

This was…this was what food in heaven must taste like. He felt his eyes sting, like they were about to water, so he kept his head down and focused on getting as much of it into his mouth as he could, as quickly as possible, as if he was afraid someone might take it away.

When his bowl was empty, Sephiroth took it and filled it again, without a word. By the time he was halfway through the second bowl, the fatigue hit him full-on. His eyes were drooping and his head kept nodding, but he pressed on resolutely, to the very last bite. 

“You’re fixated on Weiss, because he was your blood relative, and he was kind to you,” Sephiroth said, taking the empty bowl away, to place it in the sink. “But don’t forget, my father is also your blood relative. And he has saved your life twice.”

He turned back to the table, but the black-haired young man had passed out, and was fast asleep in the chair, with his head hanging to one side. Lifting his brother in his arms, like a child, Sephiroth carried him down the hall to his bedroom, where he laid him in his bed, removed his boots, and tucked him in.  

“I was just like you,” he sighed, looking down at the sleeping face, that was so much like their father's. “So terrified to be alone, and so determined to push everyone away. You’ll get better, too. I’ll make sure of it.”

When he returned to the kitchen, he stopped short, stiffening up and becoming suddenly nervous. Vincent was standing there, in the middle of the kitchen, looking around at the frying pan and utensils, and the bowl and things still in the sink. 

“I wasn’t going to leave it,” Sephiroth said hastily. “I was just coming back to clean up.”

Vincent turned around slowly, looking at him with those beautiful, scarlet eyes, that everyone in the family had, but himself. He reached out, suddenly, as if to touch him, and Sephiroth flinched. A reflex, from years of violent abuse, by Hojo and his handlers at Shinra.

Vincent jerked his hand back, looking embarrassed. “Oh, I—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s—I didn’t mean to—anyway, I’m sorry. Sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, now.”

Sephiroth hurried to the sink, avoiding his father’s gaze, and set to work cleaning up. Behind him, Vincent reached out again, wavered, then drew back. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly. “For looking after your brother.”

Sephiroth turned, to make some reply, but Vincent was already gone.

LINK TO CH 3.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Hey, can I just say that you have reignited my passion for Tolkiens works completely!?!?!

I love your hcs, they are so interesting and so full of life and lore 😊

I was wondering how you got the idea and what went into making your Ocs. Did you have an idea at first and then it snowballed into a full blown headcanon?

Of course only if you want to.

Again I just wanted to tell you how much I love your work. It always gives me a smile at the end of a hard day.

Oh my god, i’m so happy you like this!!!

So in regards to my ocs, i actually pick characteristics that i like in other characters across media and go “you now belong to this family thx”

But funfact! Lasgen was originally fem!legolas.

Hence “las” and the g and e that they both share in their names. I only came up with her name when i started to seperate her form a fem!legolas version.

Also, this isn’t actually my first rodeo in creating an entire sperate au for a fandom i’m in complete with ocs, and one thing i always end up having is the main fem oc (in this case Lasgen) be a lesbian.

Bc i like girls.

I knew i wanted legolas to have at least 1 more brother and sister in addition to lasgen, which is how i ended up creating lirion and kleoyia. Lirion is kinda inspired by verde from khr, and kleoyia is creation based off of characteristics that i would love to see, but couldn’t conceivably fit into Lasgen’s character without clashing. I still love kleoyia as well though.

I already knew i wanted lasgen and ingwe to be half siblings and that thranduil and ingwe had a parent+child like relationship, but it was only recently that i started including ingwe as “1 of them”, so to speak.

I personally really focused on the sibling dynamics, bc i just love seeing genuinely supportive siblings, and i find those dynamics a bit overshadowed in romance focused media (which i get, but still) and it’s also important to me that, while they are siblings, they are also undoubtedly their own person as well.

So, yeah, i guess you can say everything snowballed.

It’s also lowkey a product of my frustration of the way the silvans are more or less completely excluded from the elven hierarchy and history, so i asked myself “how do i involve the silvans with the rest of the elves without creating ocs” and boom! Thranduil and miriel are now twins.

And having lasgen be siblings with ingwe and friends with the rest of the we’s, and having thranduil and miriel care for them just felt like weaving those connections tighter.

As i mentioned in previous posts, i am also an avid dreamer of the years before the elves knew of the valar and what that must have been like.

Lowkey, oropher and cloudryad were kinda inspired by sephiroth and cloud, though they have since strayed away from that, but that was the basis for them.

Legolas is in a polyamorous triad bc why not? I couldn’t choose between a wife or husband, so i just picked both. Also, i think the dynamic of legolas being in a polyamorous relationship is much more interesting, especially if we explore it alongside the heteronormativity of the noldor (at least in this au)

Honestly, my main shtick is really just finding dynamics and characteristics i like and then sticking them into my au. And my motto is “instead of asking why, ask why not” in regards to ideas and hcs, so i will end up with actual wild ideas at time.

Tbh, there’s actually so much lore and ocs i have cooked up in my head that i haven’t shared yet because i don’t want to overwhelm people.

[naturenaruto]

ooh bc of that other post men w p*ssy etc yes im asteriskinf that akbdjsjdnd here are some for ur consideration:

-the joker. i know his like Thing is to be mYsTeRiOuS etc love the commitment to being unknowable in this day and age but does this not make everything make sense. first period and he went Round The Bend

-jiang cheng from the untamed. if he isnt epitomy of little sister syndrome then idk what. youngest sibling forced to shoulder inheritence, wanting to just be his pissy self but Knowing his family sees that as a symptom™️ of his nature™️, in love w his brother etc he deserved a happy ending just for not qi deviating

-kakashi. sad wet floppy eared pathetic etcetc comes back from missions just needing to get dicked down :/

-cloud strife, epitomy do i want him or want to be him @ zack etc, fellow trans sephiroth understands but they still have to fight obviously, poly w valentine and tifa

-naruto, tbh the reigning hc rn is intersex nar bc ive seen some on ao3 honestly, but i also love the idea of naruto henging from when he was waay young and literly he cannot even rmeembr which way was the ~~~reyale~~ him so his sexy no jutsu takes on new meaning bc 1) he may have been doing the child idk what this is do u see this what is this thing and that was him attempting to convey questions he didnt know how to ask or 2) literally literally!!!! just doing it for attention™️ bc he wanted to gauge ppls opinions on it and the different reactions hed get, maybe he finally settled on no boobs no dick bc 1) it made ninja work easier and 2) he didnt need boobs but self lube does make things easier faster etc

-gaara. Obviously naruto inspired him

-itachi deidara litrrly the entire akatsuki is trans

-ooooooo doumeki from xxxholic

-dazai from bsd bc i feel like it

-L from deathnote bc light the misogynist(affectionate)'s reaction to finding out the worlds greatest detective and the man currently beating him at his own game having a p*ssy would be priceless and id be willing to risk my name getting written down just to see the mental gymnastics hed have to do to decide whther L is a Real Man™️ (bc only a Real Man™️ could beat/or even compete w him) OR if the vagina having means L /isnt/ a Real Man™️ which means he ends up losing to a female (possibly the true reason for his eventual insanity which he Deserves)

-also obviousy mello and near

-someone on twtter keeps writing p*ssylian (xie lian from heaven officials blessing)

-medicine seller from mononoke

-idk gojo makes sense to me

-allen walker from d gray man

-saiiiiiiiiiikiiiiiiiiiii

-either/both shion/nezumi from no6

-vanitassssssssssssss

[altocat]

were you the one who HC Genesis being Gast's biological son and Aerith's half bro? Omg that sounds so rude I'm sorry. But if so, I love that idea!

Yes, that was me. It's just a stupid headcanon, but I really like the idea. If Hojo and Hollander oversaw the direct paternal link for their projects, why not Gast? Especially since he was the one in charge. It doesn't make sense to me that he wouldn't have tried his own hand at something before meeting Ifalna.

So yes, Genesis is his son in my HC. Aerith's older half sibling and given up to his adoptive parents seconds after being born. Genesis inherits his pretty ginger hair either from Gast's parents or whoever his biological mother was (a willing female scientist who had no overt emotional attachment to the project beyond yielding results).

Sometimes, when Sephiroth glances at Genesis, he feels as if there's something terribly familiar about him. In multiple ways. Something about the shape of his face, his nose and eyes. Very strange. Very striking. Genesis, for his part, never finds out. He hated his adopted parents but probably wouldn't really care about his biological ones. He isn't hung up on such things like Sephiroth is.

He would, however, be interested in finding out he has a half sister. And would have, in all likelihood, been uncharacteristically gentle and doting and protective of her. Aerith herself can be rather chaotic so they would probably be literal feral gremlins around each other, always causing havoc.

Aerith makes him wear flower crowns and you bet your ass he eats that shit up and happily struts about daring you to make fun of him.

[lancermylove]

Older Brother (HC)

Fandom: FFVII

Pairing: Sibling relationship with the FFVII males

Warning: None

Prompt: If you were his younger sister....

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Angeal

He would be the most protective brother to ever live. The soldier would not permit you to date, and if any guy even looked at you in a flirty manner, Angeal’s glare would be enough to send the guy running. If it was in Angeal’s hand, he would want you to date your husband after you’re married to him. Angeal’s tagline is and always will be “old school for the win.”

He would be sure to teach you self-defense in case you needed to protect yourself when he wasn’t around.

Angeal would fulfill all your wishes and spoil you as much as he could. He wouldn’t want you to suffer the way he did as a child.

He would be the older brother who would let you give him all types of hairstyles and even let you try out makeup on him. Though every time you would give him a makeover, Angeal would be a bit apprehensive about Zack finding out. After all, he knows all too well that if Zack learned about this soft side, the entire soldier division would find out.

Zack

He would be the world’s coolest older brother. Zack would spoil you to the core because you would nothing less than a princess to him.

He would not be able to say no to you. When you wanted something as a kid and your parents said no, Zack would secretly fulfill your wishes. All he would want to see is a smile on your face. He would even agree to wear matching sibling outfits and would totally buy t-shirts that say “I have the best sister in the world”.

Zack would be willing to listen to anything and everything you have to say to him. He would even try his hardest to give you the best advice.

You better like hugs because Zack would give you hugs every time he sees you. The entire soldier department would also know about you as Zack would talk about you ALL the time.

Like Angeal, Zack would let you give him all the makeovers in the world. Though he wouldn’t care if any of his friends or colleagues were to learn about this. Not that they would be surprised.

Reno

Reno would be the type of brother that would tease you to no end. He would be a complete prankster...shaving cream to the face prank in the morning, fake bugs in beverages, toothpaste in Oreos...you name it. In fact, if you look at his search history, the majority of it would consist of “how to prank siblings”.

Despite his teasing, Reno would be the brother that would turn into a complete clown just to make you smile. He would have no problem giving up his cool attitude if it means your happiness.

If you ever told him that you have a boyfriend, he would want to meet the guy right away. After all, Reno would be more than happy to find a partner in crime to prank you.

Cloud

He would be a sweet, quiet older brother who, just like Zack, would be willing to listen to anything you say to him. He would make sure you would comfortable enough to tell him anything.

Though he would be the older sibling, most of the time, Cloud would be the one requiring emotional support. After everything he has been through, he would want a reliable shoulder to lean on.

Cloud would be very protective of you because he has lost loved ones before, and the last thing he wants is for you to suffer the same fate. He would want you to call or message him every hour so that he would know you’re safe. Sometimes that would get suffocating for you, but remembering his past, you would do your best to brush it aside.

Sephiroth

First and foremost, guys would be too scared to approach you as Sephiroth would be sure to let everyone know that you’re his sister. You would have a better chance if you were to fall for Angeal, Genesis, or Zack. Any other guy would most likely be beaten to a pulp most likely killed by your brother.

Sephiroth would surely teach you how to fight even if you don’t want to be a soldier. He would even ask Angeal to train you if he was too busy with his missions.

He would not be as comfortable to talk as he’s not emotional, but if you feel sad, he would be willing to lend an ear. At the end of the day, he would ask you to be strong because no sibling of his would be a weakling. Sephiroth understands the language of tough love more than any other. Despite that, he would wrap his wing around you if it made you feel better.

He would also hand you his wallet and wouldn’t care even if you spend all his cash or maxed out his cards. Though if he sees your shopping bags, he would shake his head and say “You’re too spoiled for your own good”.

Genesis

Like Sephiroth, Genesis would also beat up kill any guy who would attempt to flirt with you. He would prefer if you dated someone he knows well, maybe someone from his friend circle.

Considering your family background, you would already be spoiled, but Genesis would take things one step further and spoil you even more. He would give you your own card as he would want you to be as stylish as him.

You would have the entire Loveless memorized from the first word to the last. Unfortunately for you, you were never given a chance to complain about not wanting to hear Genesis recite the book to you. Your punishment for being related to the great Genesis.

He wouldn’t be the type to listen to your problems, but he would be sure to take you to Angeal and ask you to talk to him. Genesis knows that he isn’t good at giving advice, so he would leave that to his best friend. That would either lead to you thinking of Angeal as an older brother or as a love interest. Not that Genesis would have an issue with you dating the hunk of a commander.

Rude

He would be the quiet older brother that would listen to you talk for hours. Rude may be quiet but he would give sensible advice about anything and everything.

Rude wouldn’t mind you dating anyone—anyone except Reno that is. He knows his partner all too well and wouldn’t want you dating the cocky redhead. If you truly loved Reno though, he would try to accept the relationship.

The question you would get asked the most would be “how does Rude fit all the sunglasses in his suit”. You tried to ask Rude about his secret, but to your dismay, he said there are hidden pockets in his blazer. To this day you refuse to believe his simple and straightforward reply.

[the-nubiest]

Main 10s Smash Bros HCs

(or bash sisters in that world)

Tegan

one of the best players (but doesnt match up with ellie)

he mains both joker and sephiroth (shirtless!)

very tactical with his attacks

once bribed neha to make a joker costume (he gave her $1000) 

Tyler

mains inkling (uses purple helm alt)

just splatters everyone with ink, and runs out in seconds

uses the camera mode to take cool pictures

Ellie

kirby main (blue alt)

absolute god at the game (two other people match her level)

spams down and up speical

once worn a kirby costume for halloween

Claire

the other god in smash bros

mains isabelle, and is too good at it

uses the game to take out her rage

was forced by raquel and tyler to wear an isabelle costume at one point

Raquel

Wii Fit Trainer main (yellow female alt)

obsessed with the soccer move

during PE, she would dress up in the exact outfit to put off ellie and tegan

very competitive, more than she is in her soccer games

Axel

Sonic main (and kinnie)

he watched sonic underground as a kid, so he is heavily attached to the character

probably dyed his tips blue to look like sonic

Tadashit

Plays pikachu (with the others), but actually mains Bayonetta (with Alistair)

lowkey thinks Bayo is hot and a milf, so Axel uses that information as blackmail

Alistair

mains little mac

would sometimes use Mac’s moves in his practice

thinks hes hot (its the muscles and the ambition)

not that competitive

Karolina

mains bayonetta

likes showing her off

does that camera thing with tyler

thinks shes better than neha (no, she isnt)

Neha

the god of smash

owns a swatch back home, and often plays with her sisters

mains jigglypuff (lie and deciet tactic in use)

plays to make those frustrated

purposely loses for karol

@dulcetgames 

[scphiroth]

HEADCANON: GAST

of course right after hojo hc, i just have to come up with gast. gast has been in sephiroth’s life for far shorter than hojo has but the impact is still great nonetheless. gast is someone who treated sephiroth like a human being, who asked sephiroth how he feels after an experiment so kindly. who sometimes let sephiroth runs and hides behind him when hojo wants to do something with him while gast tries to reason with hojo. all the headpats gast gave sephiroth when sephiroth was distressed and in despair......... there is no mistake in HOW MUCH gast meant to him, his father, his real father - and a testament to how much sephiroth regards family. he wants it so badly because it’s so important to him.

gast was the light in his life. even though hojo gave him so much pain and sufferings, just knowing that gast existed in his life, that he received such warmth from the man is the memory he’ll never let go of. it saved him and it’s still trying to save him. even though gast is long dead, those memories are still trying to save him, and he hoped, even in nibelheim manor, that gast would somehow save him again from this chaos in his head and sort things out with him. something that hojo can never take away from him no matter how much he was broken. and this understanding of how important sephiroth holds family is why he wants and knows he has to protect aerith. she was becoming his light just like how gast was. sephiroth already knew how important his sister would be to him and he’d make sure that hojo plays no part in taking her away from him, just like he did to gast. @gainsborro​

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Vincent's New Kid Just Dropped CH 1.

THIS NERO IS VINCENT'S SON HC HAS BURROWED INTO MY BRAIN HELP

stupid blurb about Vincent who has never slept with a woman finding out about his third biological child. includes sephiroth being his son and he and cid's daughter Olivia, from my sephiroth and sister HC silliness. might write more if the spirit moves me

[WARNING: i scribbled this up in like twenty minutes so please ignore any typos or whatever]

Sephiroth was seated on the floor, at the coffee table, with Ollie in his lap, helping her make colorful scribbles on a coloring book with a set of crayons, which Vincent didn’t have any recollection of owning. He ignored it. The sheer number of Ollie-related things that had been appearing in the house recently was past the point of addressing.

He’d been furious when his eldest son first began showing up in their home, uninvited, at all hours of the day and night. Then he’d been worried about the man’s motives and their safety, since he was human super-weapon literally unstoppable by any means known to man. Then he'd been wary of letting Ollie get attached to someone who might just up and vanish from her life.

But everything Sephiroth had done so far was consistent with his stated desire to care for his little sister, and gradually, his constant presence became a part of their daily lives. If nothing else, he was huge help with baby duties. Vincent and Cid hadn’t slept this well or had so much free time to actually be together, for months. 

They hadn't discussed their biological relationship, apart from that first night, when Sephiroth had dropped it on him, like a bomb, but it didn’t seem there was much to say. Sephiroth called him ‘father’ from that point on, and never addressed it further. 

If Vincent was honest, with himself, he liked seeing Lucrecia’s son this way; with his armor off, literally and metaphorically. He looked so much like her, when he was at ease, and that manic, Jenova-tainted light wasn’t in his eyes. He was so gentle and soft-spoken, too, it was like he was another person. In disposition, Sephiroth was actually very much like Vincent, not Lucrecia, though Vincent didn’t realize it.

Right now, his long, silver hair was pulled back in a loose braid (otherwise it would all go directly into Ollie’s mouth, via her chubby little grabbers), and he was wearing black jeans and a thin, white t-shirt, with a v-neck so deep that the cleavage between his absurd pectoral muscles was visible. At least he was owning his aesthetic. 

Vincent sighed as he measured rice into the colander. Now that they were just settling into a comfortable routine with Seph and Ollie, there was another bomb to drop on the family beehive. 

Vincent had another biological son, created the same way, from his genetic material and without his knowledge or consent. Another deeply traumatized, poorly socialized, possibly criminally insane young man, with highly dangerous abilities and no one who cared if he lived or died. 

Vincent’s paternity had already been established in absentia, and he received a subpoena, to give testimony regarding his adult son’s potential for recidivism, and the practical threat he posed to humanity in general, as an augmented individual. That was how he found out about his second son. A subpoena. 

The prosecution wanted to execute Nero, out of hand. The defense said he was mentally unstable and driven to extremes by systematic brainwashing and horrific abuse. Vincent couldn’t allow them to just kill the young man, no matter what antagonism had lain between them. In the end, he was remanded to his father’s custody, under house arrest, depending upon his behavior during that period, and providing his father consented to such an arrangement. 

When Vincent told him it was a possible outcome of the trial, Cid agreed to it, without batting an eyelash. They had one child intentionally. That was what they’d both wanted. Now they had three, all biologically Vincent’s, two of whom were adults who had tried to kill one or both of them, at some point. Cid seriously deserved some kind of medal for world’s best husband.

Speaking of which, he’d be back with the newly acquired family member any minute, now. Cid had taken Nero to shop for basic necessities like clothing and toiletries, and Vincent was supposed��to be preparing Ollie and Seph for their new brother’s arrival. Instead, he was hiding in the kitchen, cooking rice, because that’s what he did when he was stressed out and avoiding conflict with family members. After all, that’s what his mother had always done. 

When she was upset that Grimoire had missed yet another milestone in Vincent’s life, or when she suspected Grimoire of having an inappropriate relationship with his assistant, or when Vincent and his father were arguing yet again, about Vincent joining the Turks, rather than pursue the sciences; she would never confront her husband or join any disagreement, until after she’d gone to the kitchen and cooked rice. 

Once, when he was little, Vincent asked her why she cooked so much rice. She told him that no matter what was going on, nothing was ever made worse by having something to eat. Now, many, many years later, as he stood at his own sink, sifting through the smooth, heavy, little grains under the running water, shaking out the strainer, watching the cloudy water turn clear as the starch was rinsed away, he understood the purely meditative value of the exercise, too. 

Nothing was ever made worse by having something to eat, nor by taking a beat to calm down and reflect, and if you could also do something productive while you were at it, all the better. Pushing the button on the rice cooker, he went back into the living room, prepared to tell his children about his other child. 

Of course, that was the moment Cid burst in the front door, his blue eyes ablaze, his blonde brow deeply furrowed, and a cigarette hanging from his lips, having very clearly had some manner of altercation with that selfsame child. 

“Get your ass in here, or I’ll carry ya, myself!” he shouted, out the door, as he remembered he had a cigarette, and paused to grind the butt out in the little bucket of sand. Then he turned to Vincent, shaking his head. “Sorry for showin’ up in a huff like this, babe, but this kid is somethin’ else. He could make a saint swear.” 

“It seems this person can make you swear, at least,” Sephiroth observed. “Though, you seem to swear whether or not there is any provocation, at all.”

“Baaa-paaaa!” Ollie squealed joyously, reaching for Cid, who accepted her from her brother and twirled her around. 

“There’s my lil’ princess. Papa missed ya so much,” he cooed, his entire manner softening and brightening, as if his baby daughter were a literal sun, casting its rays on him. 

There was a noise, and all three looked up, to see that the patience-trying person in question was standing in the doorway, arms crossed tightly on his chest, looking down at the floor, which was such a common posture of Vincent’s, Cid would have laughed aloud, if he hadn’t already been so pissed off at the kid.

“Nero,” Vincent said. “Welcome home.”

LINK TO CH. 2

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Could you do 5 and 10 for Valenwind in the new ask game?

5. I personally HC Sephiroth as Vincent’s bio son (i don’t care about canon support i just like this as a story element), accomplished by some highly unethical in-vitro fertilization Lucrecia did with his genetic material (not because they had sex poor vinnie absolutely died a virgin) so he wasn’t aware sephiroth was technically his till much later.

Based on both their characters, I think Vincent and Cid would want to have a child together, and Shera would be a fuckin BRO and surrogate for them.

So, thus far they’ve got two kids; one baby girl named Olivia (ollie) with Vincent’s features, and one semi-psychotic thirty-something superhuman who keeps showing up at their house because he found out he has a baby sister and they literally can’t keep him away.

I think maybe one more, eventually, using Cid’s genetic material because poor Cid. he deserves to pass on those sexy rocket scientist pilot genes! though i do think it’s a hilarious idea that Cid has actually slept with women and doesn’t have a single bio kid, whereas Vincent, who has never touched a woman in his life, has TWO bio children. 💀💀💀

i guess that means three kids in total. if you don't count yuffie. which i do not.

10. The thing about them both being old men is that they have aged past the point where they have any shame whatsoever, so they don't really hide anything they watch from the other. that said, there are things they share and things they don't.

Vincent: the vast quantity of available television is fascinating to Vincent, who grew up watching Dark Shadows, Get Smart, Hogan's Heroes and whatnot, in syndication. He'll watch almost anything once, from sheer eager curiosity, but he mostly dislikes everything. The exceptions are:

-C-dramas. He loves them. the more batshit and ridiculous and full of crying in the rain and giant battles and long-haired sword gays the better. Also it's a good way to expose Ollie to his other native language as much as possible. Cid will fall directly asleep when one of these is on, so it's good for putting the husband down for nappies when he's fussy. -any kind of cooking or baking competition. he has very strong opinions on mary berry and paul hollywood. also he loves mel and sue but thinks that tryhard noel can fuck off.

Cid: television is hit and miss with Cid, because of his ADHD so he either hyper-focuses on a show and binges the whole thing, or falls asleep/wanders off. the exception is anything that falls into the category of what he considers essential shows for ollie's enrichment, which he watches with her. these include but are not limited to: -spongebob squarepants -carl sagan's the cosmos -M*A*S*H -the simpsons (seasons 4 through 11) -airwolf -star trek (original series) -phineas and ferb -macgyver -the twilight zone

also a bunch of old western and war movies