#vii. i want to tell you this story without having to be in it — headcanon / meta !

[glaeslipper]

though i’ve never really specified / talked about ashe’s lean with gender : they do have a severe disconnect from most / all forms of masculinity & femininity despite presenting femininely, and i urge you all to use they/them unless you come to me personally for clearance to use she/her for them.

[glaesheart]

ashe  : :( team mgma : >:3c ashe :  :)

[attonitos-gloria]

can you please give me your rambles about daemon x viserys pleasee?? I need some content about them there is SO little T.T please headcanons, ideas anything!! ;-;

i.

daemon loves viserys more.

ii.

viserys is a sweet boy, of easy smiles and eager to please. he is not profoundly hated by anyone (even rhaenys, whom he usurped, cannot bring herself to hate him), just as he is not profoundly loved by anyone. he has simply never been the kind of man to inspire passion. until daemon, he has never known devotion, and after daemon he will not know it either: not from aemma, not from rhaenyra, certainly not from alicent. daemon loves viserys more, and that is the whole of the problem.

because viserys loves being loved. but who doesn't?

iii.

people think daemon wants the crown; it's not true. daemon lacks the patience for it. but daemon wants viserys' attention, and viserys' attention is consumed by his crown and his daughter. daemon thinks he might as well go for both.

iv.

daemon is not good; viserys' advisors know this, and warn him. viserys knows it also, but here is what his small council doesn't understand: only a dragon can love a dragon.

so daemon stays. daemon leaves and comes back and comes back once again. viserys waits and then exiles him only to welcome him with open arms. viserys keeps him at an arm's' distance, within reach but not too close. the only thing he cannot do is to let daemon go.

daemon always wins in the end. the whole of viserys' life is an attempt to delay it, but he cannot change how it ends.

v.

viserys is the only person who could give daemon rest.

with the years, daemon grows stronger and larger and greater. he owns cities and seas, armies and women. but he is still restless because he doesn't have a place at his brother's side; it's how it was supposed to be, daemon tells viserys. you and me, ruling together.

viserys denies him because he is afraid for the realms, but most of all, he is afraid of what kind of man he would become with daemon too close; and because, if he's being honest, it makes him feel like the reins are in his hands, if only for a moment.

but viserys knows this is an illusion. you cannot tame a dragon. not truly.

vi.

daemon wants rhaenyra; he doesn't deny her for lack of wanting. he does deny her because even he knows that there is a limit to the amount of pain he and viserys can inflict upon each other without starting a war. when viserys summons him with words of yet another exile, daemon doesn't correct him. it's a weakness to let people know that you are the one who loves them more.

and anyway, even daemon knows how to be patient; war can wait.

vii.

viserys looks at rhaenyra and sees aegon the conqueror: the bearer of the crown, the fulfillment of his prophecy, the heir to the iron throne. viserys looks at daemon and sees visenya: dark sister in hand, just as unforgiving and stern and hard. but he looks at the mirror and there's no place for him in the story. his dragon is dead and he is no conqueror. he inherited peace, and peace makes little opportunity for glory. in another life - perhaps a harsher life, as lyonel is fond of noting - he would take part in the greatness.

but that is not him. that is daemon, and viserys tries, with intention, with method, not to be daemon.

instead viserys rebuilds the glory of old valyria from stone, and he dreams. he inherited peace, but his legacy is war; daemon always wins in the end.

[mmikmmik2]

If you were to sort the Infinity Train cast(s) into the Major Arcana a la the Persona games, which Arcana would you give everyone?

anon I had SOOOOO much fun thinking about this, thank you so much for sending me this. I sorted all the major characters, plus a few other entries, based on a mix of Arcana symbolism, Persona series character archetypes, and general vibes. I came up with answers I feel pretty good about for all but four of the Arcana. (Was really tempted to say Strength is every human character who doesn't board the train because they can handle their problems on their own lol.) This is going to be a long-winded post, so I thought I’d post just the list as an image (which hopefully won’t be too blurry!) rather than wrestle with Tumblr formatting trying to make a short list, and put a big text wall under the readmore talking more about my picks.

If this list does end up illegible, the same info is under the readmore as text! Plus some characters for Magician, Strength, Justice, and Death that I didn’t want to add to the “official” list because they’re more based on headcanon. (Although my reasoning for some of the “official” picks is pretty weak lol.)

One-One as 0. The Fool

Oh my gosh, what am I?

IT is great at fleshing out character backstories and families, so One-One at the beginning of S1 is one of the few characters who really feels like a blank slate. He's got a lot of his baggage back by the end of the season, and I think One and One-One are more similar than they seem at first glance, but S1 does seem to have been very formative for One-One and how he thinks about what he's supposed to be doing and how he relates to other people. So it does kind of feel like his fool's journey.

Alrick Timmens as I. The Magician

The magician begins the journey... by beefing it on a dirt bike, dying, and sending his wife flying off the deep end. Rip.

Alrick was an engineer like Amelia, so I could see him suiting some of the themes of the Magician, like conscious thought and manifesting ideas. His apparent playfulness and insecurity are similar to the Magician characters in Persona.

Kez as II. The High Priestess

“We can’t make this decision for you, Kez.” “You know what to do.”

I thought really hard about making Kez the Magician because just like every Magician since Persona 3, she's dumb, horny, and insecure dlkjasfdkl

(and also her showing up at the start of the story arc and being helpful but also super needy is very Magician)

But the idea of "intuition" really does suit Kez. Sometimes her intuition is as bad as her conscious reasoning, but I think that's a lot because she's so confused about what happened with Jeremy, and Morgan making Kez feel like she did a bad thing by helping him.

Tuba as III. The Empress

She made me feel like I was warm all the time.

Tuba's a mom. Sorry, this one's not that deep, haha.

Simon Laurent as IV. The Emperor

Highest number! I'm the leader now.

Simon has a lot of issues, but the one that felt the most prominent to me was his unhealthy relationship with power, authority, dominance, and rules. Another quote I considered using here was what he said in Grace's memory of meeting Amelia: "I never thought I'd get to see the Conductor with my own eyes. He's perfect! Everything finally makes sense again." In his emotional crisis, he thought everything could be fixed just by the existence of a huge, scary, powerful, male authority figure, even if they weren't doing anything helpful or informative.

Atticus as V. The Hierophant

I like to think that our stones are sturdy and handsome, like the Corgis that crafted them.

Atticus is a figure of traditional authority who deeply loves the history, society, and culture of his people. He often provides spiritual wisdom and encourages Tulip to get out of her own head and engage with the world around her. Also in Persona, Hiero is the Dad Arcana so it's very funny to me (a) to make the little dog be Hiero and (b) that the little dog really does have the strongest Wholesome Dad Energy of the whole cast.

Jesse Cosay as VI. The Lovers

Don't tell me what to do. I'm not going to be a part of anything like this, on or off the train.

This was my first and easiest pick lol, Jesse is sooooo Lovers. Like, the focus on choice and personal values and relationships? Yep, that's Jesse. It works on an "actual meaning of the Arcana" level and a "vibes with the Persona characters" level lol... popular, upbeat, and having such an identity crisis.

Lake as VII. The Chariot

I'm my own person, who is getting off this train!

I don't know if Chariot captures all the ways Lake grew over the course of S2, but I feel like they had the most externally focused conflict of all the IT characters, which suits Chariot. They've been fighting to stake out their personhood from start to finish, and they took action and used their willpower to achieve that goal. Also they have at least a little jock energy which is a prereq for Chariot tbh.

Frank as VIII. Strength

I dunno, I kinda imagine him as a simple man and easily underestimated, but with a lot of heart. The Cat may say they're keeping things casual but I don't think she'd take him with her on her private vacation unless he had some kind of inner toughness that would let him stand toe-to-toe with her.

Morgan as IX. The Hermit

I need to be alone right now. Kez... maybe... we can talk later.

I like that Morgan embodies toxic self-isolation and stonewalling and rejection, but that she seems to be moving towards the positive aspects of Hermit and taking some time to calm down and process and think. I like it when characters can embody the best and worst of their Arcana.

Tulip Olsen as X. The Wheel of Fortune

We have to adapt to the changes in our lives. It's the only way things can get better.

Tulip has a lot of themes and conflicts, but this one is a clear standout as the most important. I also like it for Tulip because, while she has to handle a lot of difficult and even traumatic situations, some of the change that challenges her isn't as unambiguously bad as e.g. the death of a loved one. It really is just change itself she's struggling with, and that's Fortune babey. Also, from the perspective of the train itself and lots of other characters, by reversing Amelia and One-One's positions again and changing how One-One administrates the train, Tulip is the one giving the wheel a spin. That's fun.

Lucy as XI. Justice

One of my friends once described the Justice characters in Persona as "the ones the player character is ultimately accountable towards", and I like to think of Lucy as kind of being that for Grace (...since Hazel has excused herself). Lucy is the Apex kid we see Grace interact with the most, the first Apex kid Grace admitted to herself that she had harmed (see Grace very briefly showing distress and then regret when Jesse points the harpoons at his face and she stops him), and the first person to confront Grace when she came home in The New Apex.

Min-Gi Park as XII. The Hanged Man

I don't know if we'll sell a single album, but we'll figure that out as we go.

Min-Gi sacrifices his "realistic", "sensible" goals for a more personally (spiritually, even?) enriching life that's beyond his control and outside of the expected norm. Like the Hanged Man, who dangles foolishly upside-down, but as a deliberate choice and in a state of serenity and enlightenment. I also think this arcana suits a reading of Min-Gi's character development as starting off going slower as a way to stall and live in denial, but then going slower with deliberation. Compare his arrogant insistence on refusing to act in The Astro Queue Car to his patience and care in The Castle Car and The Train to Nowhere.

Jeremy as XIII. Death

This isn't about the death of his family - I'm thinking of his reluctance to admit his number was going down. He cared about Morgan and Kez, and it's possible both that he may have really wanted to stay with them despite his exit and that that might even have been a healthy choice - they're real ass people with feelings and everything, not holodeck characters. But I also think Jeremy was using his life with them to avoid moving on out of that fog (because it was hard and it hurt and he didn't want to think about what that would mean for him and Morgan) and Morgan was enabling him.

Ryan Akagi as XIV. Temperance

Maybe the experience is the point. I wasn't just rushing you. I was rushing myself.

I think this one speaks for itself. Also, the other quote I considered putting here, from The Art Gallery Car: "You told me I can't appreciate the song without taking in the rest of the album. I need the whole package."

The Cat as XV. The Devil

I always do the right thing.

Honestly, this is one I really wasn't sure about. The Cat isn't a great pick for a lot of the meanings of Devil. She is definitely consumed by material comforts, and the short-term rewards of ignoring her issues at a long-term cost, though. This is more of a "vibes with Persona characters with this arcana" pick... Devil characters tend to start off being somewhat exploitative or even antagonistic towards the player character, and gradually showing a more conflicted and genuine side.

Amelia Hughes as XVI. The Tower

There's a hole in the universe where Alrick used to be.

Amelia's life is defined by catastrophe and upheaval - both those she's suffered and those she's inflicted on others.

Hazel as XVII. The Star

I'm going to keep loving you like you're still here.

When I think of "The Star" as a small but inextinguishable light in the darkness, Hazel seems like the obvious choice. Although we left her deeply wounded, I think she still has a flicker of her hope, faith, and purpose.

Grace Monroe as XVIII. The Moon

But it's unfair for me to tell you how to understand yourself. I mean, I don't even fully understand me.

Grace is probably the most complex and dynamic character on the show and hence one of the most difficult to place. I considered Empress, Strength, Devil, and Judgement for her... I think ultimately, lies and illusions are the most unifying theme of her character arc. Also, from a Persona angle, her pursuit of status out of a lack of true self-worth reminds me of Ai and Mishima.

Alan Dracula as XIX. The Sun

Brought together by the majesty of a superpowered deer!

I'm sorry dkjasfklads this is largely because I thought it was funny to have this completely inexpressive dead-eyed deer as Sun akfk but also... like... it kind of works okay!!! Think about the genuine joy and comfort and positivity he brings to Lake and Jesse (and me)!

The New Apex as XX. Judgement

"Then what are we gonna be?" "Guess we'll have to figure it out?"

This is kind of a Persona mythology gag again because of Judgement being a group social link near the end of the narratives of P3 and P4, when the protagonists have pierced through the lies and actually figured out who the villain of their game is and are ready to really start making progress.

0 as XI. The World

Ah, train does it again!

It's an ending and the completion of a journey, but also the beginning of a new one. And the world is literally what the passengers receive at the end of their train journey. Welcome home.

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part I/VII)

"sleepless nights"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @leovaldez37 @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: grief, nightmares, implicit PTSD

A/N: this is kind of... Fluffy(?) Somehow lmao. This story is based off this convo and these headcanons. If you wanna be tagged in the next parts tell me, and enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

The first night I thought I was hallucinating; it wouldn't be the first time since the Battle that I had imagined someone was wandering around the flat.

The second night I was dubious.

The third night I was completely sure George was, in fact, staying awake.

So, when, during the fourth night, I heard him pass by my door for the nth time in two hours, I left the comfort of my soft blankets and stepped towards the door.

"What on earth are you doing?" George, who was already walking away in the living room's direction, jumped at my whispering.

He took a hand to his chest, shut his eyes and breathed deeply. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, woman?" He leaned against the wall, his eyes still closed.

"Alright, sorry." I apologised. We kept whispering as if someone was sleeping in our house. "It's just— are you getting any sleep?"

His brown eyes finally opened, and as he stared into mines, I knew he, despite wanting to do so, couldn't find the strength to lie.

"I can't go near my room." He confessed, one of his hands running through his locks as his eyes welled up. "I— I tried, I just—" another deep breath, this one shaky.

I reached out to him from my door frame. The hallway wasn't that large, anyway; he only needed to slightly extend his arm and he would be able to touch my fingertips.

George looked at my palm hesitant, as if he didn't dare to hold it. "C'mon, I can't have you haunting our home for another night." With a resigned sigh, he finally took my hand, and I swiftly tugged him towards me, leading him into my room and closing the door behind us.

My dorm had a different atmosphere, and George felt it right away. Maybe it was because the room was certainly not the twins' making, or maybe because it was the furthest from Fred's, but in my room the air was less oppressive; it somehow felt comforting and homely.

I sat George down on the edge of my bed and took a proper look at him; his eyes were puffy and his nose red, but he was livid. I let my hand travel to his cheek, and he unconsciously leaned on it.

"I'm gonna go for a glass of water." I informed him, my fingertips wiping a tear that had spilled and was running down his face. "And I'll get your bags on my way."

"You don't have to." He muttered.

"Yeah, I have to, because you're not sleeping on this." I tugged on his overused shirt's collar. "Do me a favor; get a blanket from under the bed and place it on the divan." He nodded and complied, getting up as soon as I left the room.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I rubbed my eyes with my index finger and thumb whilst standing up and doing as Y/n had asked me to.

On the process of covering the divan with one of her soft, warm blankets, I realized there was no way on earth I would fit there.

"Why the puzzled look?" Y/n's voice breaking the silence so abruptly made me lost my train of thoughts. "Didn't mean to scare you." She apologised, handing me the promised —and very needed— glass of water, and throwing my bags over her bed. "You're not sleeping there." She clarified, motioning at the divan.

A frown formed on my face. "I'm not taking your bed."

"Yes, you are." Just as I was about to open my mouth and complain, she warned me, "Don't you argue with me, Weasley. We're both too tired for this."

"Alright, you win." I huffed, knowing it would be useless to try and talk some sense into her, and, in all honesty, I craved to lie down on a bed, and Y/n's looked so comfy and welcoming.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to bed?"

She walked to me tugging my hand so I was facing her instead of her mattress. "You're a mess." The girl mumbled under her breath, unbuttoning my shirt before I knew what was happening. "Off, now."

When she stepped away to reach into my bag, I kept doing what she had started until the piece of clothing was open. Y/n placed my pyjamas in front of me and quickly turned her back to my body before I could even remove my shirt.

"I really don't know why you keep doing that" the words were coming out of my mouth somehow more light-hearted, almost amused. "You've ran into me naked several times." I pointed out, completely undressed and reaching for my nightwear.

Y/n snorted. "That doesn't make it any less awkward." The ghost of a grin appeared on my face and I had to refrain myself from teasing her in any way. "Done?" I responded affirmatively un response and she turned around and removed my dirty clothes from her bed.

We both climbed into our respective resting places and threw our blankets over us before turning off the light.

"Y/n?" She gave me a sleepy hum, prompting me to speak. "Thank you." She mumbled something I didn't quite understand; my eyes closed surprisingly fast, and I fell asleep.

Something I was quickly regretting.

As comfortable as Y/n's bed was, and as much at ease as the atmosphere in her room had left me, the nightmares still haunted my dreams.

I jumped up with a yell I didn't know that had escaped my lips, sweating and panting, only to find Y/n close to the same state, somehow a little bit more calmed. We locked eyes, gleaming at the moonlight due to the not yet spilled tears.

I took a deep, ragged breath, and rubbed my face with both hands; I wasn't crying, I was just exhausted.

The weight on the bed shifted before Y/n's arms pulled me into a side hug; I leaned on her, throwing my own arm around her waist to pull her even closer. We fell over the bed like that, and didn't dare to move.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up again. This time, though, no pants or tears were involved; I was calm and rested, something not very usual anymore.

After a moment, I realized the reason why I had woken up was probably the pain on the back of my neck. I blinked a couple of times in an attempt to shake the drowsiness off me before trying to switch my posture to one more comfortable.

I was then startled by a sleepy grunt that left Y/n's lips; I remembered then that we had somehow managed to fall asleep in each other's arms in the most uncomfortable position ever.

I managed to move her with me, without waking her up —and thank Godric for that, because the sight of her snuggled up to my side with our legs tangled and her hand on my chest was angelic.

A sigh escaped my lips when, due to the rays of sunshine that started to sneak into the room, she buried her face in the crook of my neck, hear breath fanning over my skin and sending chills down my spine.

Staring at the room's ceiling, I weighed my options; on the one hand, I could lay with Y/n a bit more and try to go back to sleep, but I risked falling into another nightmare; on the other hand, I could get up and go have a very needed shower, but I would have to leave the comfort of her arms and her room, and venture into our very own cemetery.

I went for the second option; I did crave a shower, and we couldn't let what once was the most cheerful flat in the Diagon Alley be covered by the darkness of grief forever.

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READER'S P. O. V.

I was shocked —in a good way, of course— when, the next time my eyes fluttered open was not due to a nightmare, but to the bright, warm sunlight inundating the room.

George was nowhere to be seen, and I wondered if last night had been a dream. I dismissed that idea as soon as I propped myself up on my forearms, seeing his bags near the bed and his dirty clothes laying on the carpet.

The door creaked, announcing the ginger's arrival even before he hesitantly entered the room. "Morning." He offered me a small smile.

"Morning." I replied, mimicking his expression. "How long have you been up?"

"For about..." he checked the clock in my room, leaning against the door frame. "Half an hour. Just had a shower and I was gonna make some breakfast."

My smile grew a little wider at his newly refreshed attitude. "In high spirits, are we?"

He clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the side. "Turns out that getting some sleep does wonders."

"Indeed." I agreed, stretching before standing up and walking to him. "C'mon, I'll help you with that breakfast."

"I can do it myself." He assured me, walking right behind me in the kitchen's direction.

"Last time you tried to cook, you set fire to the table."

He groaned, grabbing a knife to slice the bread he had left on the counter. "You won't let me live that down ever, will you?" I shook my head no, turning on the fire before grabbing a pan. "I hate you."

"Liar." I placed my hand above the pan to check the heat before requesting, "Pass me the slices."

"I was gonna make you breakfast," he complied, nonetheless. "Not the other way around."

"Are you complaining?" I quirked an eyebrow at George, making him roll his eyes at me and turn to the cabinets consequently to reach for the mugs. "I was thinking—"

"You? Thinking?" Snort. "The world's ending." He stated dramatically, preparing the coffee.

"Twit." I flipped the nearly ready toasts before resuming my sentence. "I was thinking that we should reopen the shop." George stayed silent, leaning against the counter by my side. "I think it would... Help." I stopped again, carefully picking my words. "Getting the business running... I think— we can't— we need to do something, to stay occupied." I looked at him, awaiting for an answer, or at least a glance, but his eyes were fixed on his slippers. "I don't mean right now," he tilted his chin up to stare at the opposite wall, and then his head spun to me. "but I—"

"Y/n!" His eyes went wide and he swiftly pulled me away from the pan, tossing the burning bread into the sink. "Merlin's beard." I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing in defeat. "Trying to outmatch my kitchen pyromania?" George would have successfully lightened up the mood if I wasn't on the brink of a mental breakdown.

Fred had always been the one to cook. George wasn't even allowed in the kitchen for obvious reasons, and I myself had the attention span of a fruit fly.

"Oi..." George pulled me to his chest and my arms instantly wrapped around his middle. "What about we get dressed," he began, stroking my hair. "And we go have breakfast at The Leaky Cauldron?" I nodded against him, and he squeezed me tight before slowly pulling away. "We can start restocking when we come back, yeah?" I nodded again, catching a tear with the back of my sleeve before it could run down my cheek. "Then let's go." This time it was him who stretched his arm, offering me his hand, which I instantly took.

As we made our way back to my room, it dawned on me this would be one hell of a ride.

"Wait! The coffee!" I tugged him back to the kitchen.

"Shit!" We both jogged back in, rapidly putting away the coffee pot.

"I think we shouldn't cook." I stated. "At all."

"Agreed." He breathed out.

[themadauthorshatter]

RED SCHOOL UNIVERSE ALTERATION HEADCANONS/STORY!!!!!! Mainly based on that series titles and plots post I did a little while back.

This story happensthe same as before, but there are three arcs, not two parts; Arc 1 is the two worlds dicscovering each other and each wondering who the other is. Arc 2 is the worlds meeting each other and making introductions and first impressions. Arc 3 is the "Peace and Cooperation" between the two, which includes the Unity Ball.

The Endless Woods were still discovered by Silvers, but it was completely on accident. They were trying to go to Piedmont or any other Nortan ally because the Scarlet Guard situation is getting a little crazy and Tiberias needs needs reinforcements who are not having the same problem as him.

In their defense, it was really dark and they couldn't see a damn thing. And they thought the trees and grass being blue were because of Greenies.

One of them, a Swift, ran away when his travel partner, an Eye, got shot by a stray arrow and when a wolf jumped out of the trees. Like, a BIG ASS WOLF.

Little did the Swift know, a ferret snuck onto the boat while getting chased by an evil mist possessed hawk.

So the Eye gets patched up by Professor Espada, who scolded Chaddick, he is interviewed by Espada and Dovey, though they all talk in the School Master's office.

THE REVEAL OF RHIAN WILL COME, JUST WAIT BECAUSE IT WILL BE AWESOME!!!

The Eye explains as much of Norta as he can, mistakenly talking about the King and his two sons to a certain blonde girl who keeps thinking she's in the wrong school and her more realist, down to Earth friend that is intrigued, but just wants to go home.

SPEAKING OF NORTA!!!!

With the Swift, he arrives back at Norta and claimed he'd been chased away by soldiers.

The ferret slips away from the boat and finds its way into the garage, where Cal happens to be working, because he overworked himself in training.

It gets his attention and he very stupidly asks it how it got in.

It starts chattering and then claws at the door. Ever the compassionate, Cal lets it on his shoulder and he meets an Animos who takes notice of the rather articulate rodent on the prince's shoulder.

She does her own interviewing of the creature and is curious when it talks about a school meant for teaching children how to be heroes and villains for fairytales.

She infirms Cal, but tells him to not tell his father because it'd sound stupid and like bullshit.

He tells him anyway because Cal cannot keep a secret.

Tibe tells him that maybe he's been training too hard or in the garage to much; oil or gasoline on the brain.

Good thing the Eye comes back and tells Tibe EVERYTHING about what is called the School for Good and Evil. It is across the sea and has no Reds or Silvers to speak of, though they do have magic.

Tibe tries brushing it off, even when Elara asks him about it, but starts getting frustrated when letters start coming in, all sent by ravens.

These address Maven, Cal, Tibe, Elara, Evangeline, Ptolemus, and Volo Samos, and just about anyone and everyone else the Eye talked about, Even Mare, who is Mareena Titanos at this moment.

This was not only an assignment from the School Master directly, but a test to see if the Eye was BS-ing.

Maven rolls his eyes when he reads his.

Mare, at first, got really excited because she thought it was her family or Shade, but was really sad to learn it was just a bunch of kids in school.

Cal just laughs because he gets a lot of questions about what Norta is like and how he lives life, especially how HE goes to school.

He writes back, after realizing that the letters are being sent by literal 16 year olds.

Here is a letter sent by Tedros:

"Dear Tiberias Calore VII, We found one of your people in our school when my friend accidentally shot him.(sorry about that, by the way!) He talked a lot about you and a thing called "Queenstrial" and said that every King had to choose his Queen like that, even though your father didn't. His blood was silver, too. LIKE A MIRROR! Is that how all of you are? As in, does everyone have silver blood? And does everyone still have powers? Write back when you get a chance. I hope to here from you soon, Tedros Pendragon of Camelot."

Here is Cal's reply:

"Dear Tedros, Call me Cal, just about everyone else does. And don't worry about our comrade, he's doing okay. And I hope he didn't say anything confidential. To answer your questions: Yes, Queenstrial is somewhat a competition to marry the next King. My father didn't really partake in one until after I was born, then he married the current Queen and had my brother Maven. Kings rarely marry without one, though my father was the third to do so. Assuming what he said to us was true, that being you and your classmates all have red blood, then no. Not all us have silver blood. I and my family are all Silvers, meaning we have silver blood. We have powers because of it, but it's not as vast as yours, what you call magic. I'm a Burner, meaning I can control fire and not get burned by it, just like my father and brother. My mother, the queen, is a Whisper, meaning she can read minds. And no, not everyone has powers or silver blood. Reds, people with red blood, don't have powers at all, so they work. Granted, Silvers work, too, but Reds have more labor intensive jobs like lumbering and even fighting in an army. It's to make them feel more useful next to us. I hope this answered ypu questions. Tiberias Calore VII"

Here are letters Sophie sent to Maven:

"Dear Maven Calore, It's very nice to meet you! My name is Sophie. I'm from a village called Gavaldon, though you might not have heard of it because it's really deep in the woods and, let's be honest, if you live in a place like Gavaldon, you can probably live and die without anyone knowing who or where you are. Anyway, I tried writing to your brother, but I guess he gets THAT many letters. That guy they found didn't talk about you as much as your brother. And he said he'll be best king yet. I know how frustrating that is, I got put in the wrong school when I helped so many people and even became best friends with a witch. AND SOMEHOW I'M IN EVIL!? I'M THE PICTURE PERFECT DEFINITION OF A PRINCESS!!! Did that ever happen to you on school? Were ypu ever in the wrong place and your brother was where you were supposed to be? Anyway, write back when you get a chance! Love, Sophie P.S. Is it true you and your brother are ALREADY engaged to someone?"

Here is Maven's reply:

"Dear Sophie, Yes. My brother and I are already betrothed, him to Evangeline of House Samos and I to Mareena of the lost House Titanos. I'm not surprised that he didn't; the nobles usually pay more attention to my brother anyway, kind of like you. I remember once I'd wanted to join my father on a meeting concerning one of our legions. He chose Cal to join him instead and left me to train, even though I'm better at talking in council meetings. I was fairly upset, as I'm sure you are, but all I can say is to grin and bear it. As far as I know, most schools last four years. It may seem like a long time, but it will go by very quickly. Aside from that, I wouldn't know because I wasn't taught in a school like you. I was taught in the palace with my brother. I hope things get better for you, at least. Cordially, Maven Calore"

If this was a legit book or movie, we'd get back and forth POVs between the Red Queen cast and the SGE cast.

With the RQ cast, we'd see Mare and Maven talk the letters they'd each gotten and talk about the existence of magic, and the last letter sent to all three of them. FROM AGATHA. Cal joins them and they get to speculating what it could mean for their future.

"Dear Tiberias Calore VII, Maven Calore, and Mareena Titanos, This is the last letter we're allowed to send. The students, at least. Mareena, or Mare, or whatever your name is, I wish I had a chance to meet you at least once. I don't know, I just have a feeling you're lying and I want to know why. Tiberia Cal, I hope you someday become a good king, and that you're happy with Evangeline. If not, just get along and be freinds. Maven, I'm glad you and Mare met. She sounds like she's a good part of your life, and it sounds like your doing everything you can to help her adapt. I hope you two become your own little weird, married family. If I never meet you, best of wishes to you all. Agatha of Woods Beyond"

All three are bummed out by this and Mare cries into Maven's shoulder as he hugs her out of genuineness, not his mother's plan.

Maven later admits to Cal that it would be interesting to meet the students, but is glad he isn't, because they already have enough problems.

Cal agrees, but solely on the front that they wouldn't really know how to get there and back to Norta, and who qould have to stay behind to hold down the fort, as Tibe doesn't trust Elara or any other high house leader and doesn't talk to Julian.

The two simply imagine what such a meeting would be like as they part ways.

With Tibe, a letter from the School Master himself has just arrived and details a safe route from Norta to the School and back.

SWITCH AND BACK TRACK TO THE SGE CAST!!!!!

Sophie hugs the return letters from Cal and Maven, squealing about how gentlemanly they are and that she can't wait to meet them. Agatha gently breaks it to her that that might not happen because of how they don't know where this Norta place is and the last letter was sent last night, HER LETTER. Sophie waves her off and calls her gloomy for not having any hope. Agatha tries talking Sophie into trying to find a way back to Gavaldon instead, but Sophie shuts her down by gasping that she'd never meet her princes, then.

Norta is a hot topic for the students as they all compare letters, Evers and Nevers.

Tedros wonders to Agatha how long it would take for them to arrive, and Agatha admits she doesn't know because she doesn't know how they get from place to place without horses or carriages.

Dovey and Lesso are about to pull their hair out from the nonstop chitchat of Norta, Reds, and Silvers, and the School Master has just the solution:

After enough ravens left and returned safely, he determined a route on water that would help the Silvers arrive safely and get back home. Considering the advances in technology Norta has, it should take them about a day or two to arrive and another day or two to sail home, regardless of the weather conditions.

With that all thought out, he puts it in the form of him own letter, sends it by eagle, and waits.

After A MONTH of waiting, he gets a letter back that Tiberias will be happy to meet the School Master at the rendezvous point.

AND THUS CONCLUDES ARC 1

BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR ARC 2!!!!

[wild-aloof-rebel]

Do you have any David and Patrick wedding reception/after party/wedding night headcanons?

absolutely! here are nine…

i.

even though the rest of the catering is delicious, david still misses the pizza that should have been, insisting that his carefully crafted menu is incomplete without it. halfway through the night, a dozen of elm county’s finest pizzas mysteriously appear, and though it isn’t fresh-baked the way it would have been had everything gone to plan, it’s salty and cheesy and hot and precisely what everyone needs to keep the night going. no one takes credit for ordering it, but patrick suspects that roland and jocelyn’s sudden absence during the cake cutting may have been for more wholesome reasons than he and david had assumed.

ii.

the cake is a traditional white almond sponge, but there’s a cherry filling and a thin layer of matcha buttercream in the middle that perfectly balance out the sweetness with bright and earthy notes. david had made patrick promise that he wouldn’t smash cake in his face, and he holds true to that vow, feeding him a careful bite from his own fork and relishing the way his eyes close and the corners of his lips quirk up, the same as they had the day they’d first sampled it at the bakery in elm glen, tipsy on free champagne and each other. but as soon as all the eyes in the room turn away from them and back to their own plates, patrick dips his finger into the icing and dabs a single dot of it to the corner of david’s affronted mouth just to have the excuse to lick it off of him.

iii.

there are too many toasts for david’s taste, which is to say any at all, the spotlight of stories and well-wishes making him wriggle in his seat, patrick’s hand squeezing gently at his thigh every time his leg begins to bounce. johnny, despite david’s worries, gets through his brief words without a single tear, just a huge, proud smile that doesn’t seem to leave his face all night. clint, on the other hand, tears up as soon as he starts, leaving marcy to swap his champagne flute with a tissue from her handbag. stevie, traitor that she is, opts to give her speech responsibilities over to alexis, and david braces himself for whatever horror story from their past she’s about to unleash. but instead of the past, she talks about the here and now, about the ease of david’s laughter and the quickness of his smiles, about the way patrick looks at him when he isn’t watching, about getting back a brother she hadn’t realized she’d lost and gaining another she hadn’t known she’d wanted, about how the walls we build around ourselves aren’t what protect us but love and friendship and family and trust are, about all the ways that letting others in only makes us more ourselves in the end. her charm and endless warmth invite everyone in to the story, make them a part of it, and there isn’t a dry eye in the room by the time she finally raises a glass, not only to david and patrick but also to this little town that brought them together–all of them–and gave them happiness they hadn’t known was possible.

iv.

patrick tears up watching david dance with marcy, his husband taking advantage of his height to spin her under his arm, her buoyant, carefree laughter floating out over the sounds of “brown eyed girl.” impossibly, he sometimes thinks she might love david even more than he does, and while he’s so glad that everything has worked out the way it should, there’s still a part of him that knows he could have missed this, that he could have let her miss this, not just the joy of dancing with david, which on its own is a beautiful thing, but the certainty of knowing that patrick is living this happy, comfortable life of his own choosing. they’ve talked a lot since his birthday, and he knows that all she and his dad have ever wanted is for him to be happy. there’s guilt and sorrow that twist in his gut like knives when he thinks about how close he came to denying them that, to denying himself that, and he still isn’t sure some days how he managed to walk away from that life and straight into this one he hadn’t even known he’d wanted instead. he honestly suspects some kind of divine intervention; it’s the only way to explain the miracle that is his husband, holding out a hand to him from the far side of the room, inviting him in once again to this world of joy and laughter and light that he gets the privilege of sharing with him every single day.

v.

moira wears 4 different outfits throughout the night, and david can only roll his eyes fondly at each costume change. in addition to the white alexander mcqueen dress she wears for the ceremony, she slips into a black stella mccartney gown before the start of the reception, the fabric split at the shoulders to reveal sleeves made of the same delicate crystal-adorned mesh that’s stretched across her shoulders. at the end of the night when it’s time to retire to the motel, she says her final goodbyes in a gareth pugh striped pantsuit that reminds david so much of her pajamas he briefly wonders if she might actually sleep in it. but his favorite by far is the ethereally structured iris van herpen she dons after dinner and toasts and cake, the dress flowing around her in elegant waves as his father spins her across the dance floor, art come to life, all the sharp, swift lines of her blurring into something–someone–softer and subtler and more at ease than he ever thought she could be in this place.

vi.

after a dance with stevie, patrick spies his husband tucked into the far corner of the room, his nose buried in his phone. david startles when patrick’s hands slip around his waist from behind, but the surprise of it passes quickly and he relaxes back in patrick’s grasp, comfortable and safe and at home in his arms. he drops his phone to his side though when patrick presses up on his toes to hook his chin over his shoulder, but not before he can catch a glimpse of a picture of the canopy of tulle and flowers that hangs over the center of the room. you can admit it you know, patrick tells him. admit what? david asks, though he clearly knows he’s been caught out. patrick presses a quick, soft kiss to the curve of his neck, tightening his arms around his husband as he breathes him in. they did a good job. this place is beautiful. david scoffs, but there’s no truth in it at all and patrick buries a chuckle in his shoulder. you’re beautiful, david replies instead, raising his phone again but flipping to the front-facing camera this time. he catches patrick’s left hand in his own, squeezing them to his chest so that both their rings are visible on the screen. he snaps several, both of them grinning dopily at the camera or at each other, as if they can’t stop themselves from looking deliriously happy if they try. after a careful debate over which one is best–patrick argues for the picture where the crinkled laugh lines around david’s eyes are deepest, though david vetoes that one in favor of another where patrick’s smile is wide and bright as david presses a kiss to his cheek–david posts the picture to the store’s instagram account since he no longer uses his own, captioning it we’re officially a family-owned business now. family. david is his family. the thought bursts into happy sparks, a cascade of fireworks hot and bright inside of patrick, and he can’t help but kiss david then, turning him in his arms to press all this glittering joy against his lips.

vii.

much later, patrick opens instagram on his own phone to clear away the overwhelming number of notification that have popped up on the post. hundreds of likes and dozens of congratulatory comments have rolled in, but the very first of each is from rachel.

viii.

thought i might find you out here, patrick says as he finds his husband standing in the inky darkness out behind the building. he looks overwhelmed–by the noise and the people and the emotions of the day–but in that way like he still can’t quite believe this is all real. let’s go for a drive, patrick offers. david’s brow wrinkles but he climbs into the passenger seat without a word, and patrick knows that however many mountains he’d climb for this man, he’d never have to do it alone. he can feel the moment that david realizes where they’re going, his fingers digging excitedly into the meat of patrick’s thigh. it’s well after midnight, so he doesn’t pull into the driveway, stopping instead on the shoulder across the road. he drags a blanket from the trunk and throws it across the hood of his car, offering david a hand to help him clamber up on top of it. they sit together there under the stars, shoulder to shoulder, looking out at their future, sketching the shape of it in whispers and hushed giggles and kisses soft and warm. only when they’re both shivering in the damp night air do they finally climb down and crawl back into the car, taking one long last look at the place they’ll soon call home. i wish it was already ours, david confesses into the safety of the dark, and patrick threads their fingers together, squeezing until he can feel both of their rings digging into his skin. me too, he says, but you’re still the only home i need.

ix.

they slip in quietly through the back door, though stevie grins wolfishly at them from across the room to let them know their absence hadn’t gone unnoticed. but there’s more dancing then. and drinks. photos. conversations. all these beautiful memories in the making. and later still, when things finally wind down and their parents and most of their other guests have said good night, david’s stomach rumbles loudly enough to be heard over the hushed strains of whitney houston still playing in the background. patrick, half-drunk, buries his fond, ridiculous laughter in his husband’s neck, and twyla suggests they head to the cafe. together with alexis and stevie, they wander right down the middle of the street, arms linked between them, david shaking his head as the other four make a sloppy, over-loud attempt at belting out “willkommen.” at the cafe, they all pile in to a booth together, talking loudly enough that twyla can still join in, calling back to them through the pass-through as she cooks up a mountain of scrambled eggs with cheese and warm, buttery toast, which she brings out all on one big plate. as they dive in, david thinks back to all the best meals he had when he lived in new york–expensive dinners at michelin-starred restaurants, quick lunches at greasy spoons, long boozy brunches and cheap late-night dives–and none of them could possibly compare to 3 AM scrambled eggs at the only restaurant in town, with his husband pressed so close he’s practically in david’s lap, surrounded by these people he loves more than he ever thought he could, all of them cackling wildly as they try to steal bites off each other’s forks. it’s the kind of moment–the kind of life–he would have never even thought to dream of, but it’s his and it’s real and he’s going to do everything he can to hold on to it for as long as he’s able.

[cosmosrival]

there it is! kama interlude analysis by a kama fan!

WELL. LIKE IT SAYS IN THE TITLE: this is just my own thoughts!! youre free to think whatever u want !! i am just putting my own knowledge into words because i genuinely love kama, and i would like for kama’s depth to be understood by the NA fandom a little more!! i try to stay as close as possible to their character in everything i do because i believe that the more in character they are, the funnier/more interesting content ppl will produce. 

and hopefully i understood them well ???!!!! HOPEFULLY ?!

i will be screenshotting the translated reddit post under this read more and stop whenever something i find interesting to develop pops up ! or else it’ll get way too long lol if you wanna read the interlude for yourself heres the link!

with that said, let’s go!!

kama’s interlude begins with guda passing the hell out because of exhaustion and then waking up in a dream sequence where kama treats them to some relaxing adventures, stuff to take their mind off heavy things!! first dream sequence is kama roleplaying a highschool setting where they’re dating.

i like this because they openly admit that its an illusion, breaking the immersion but as long as youre okay with roleplaying, they’ll continue it LOL  at some point, caesar mentions the student council president and arjuna appears behind him 

since this is an illusion that kama made, i’ve been wondering about the fact that the way servants conduct eachother in this interlude is mostly because that’s how kama envisions they would act in a highschool setting, in an amusement park and finally with eachother (mostly for confirmed couples such as siegbryn, consort yu and her hubby etc...). suzuka and sei being gyarus is obvious, but arjuna as the student council president... is so cute???!!! i MEAN IT FITS ?! THATS A GREAT IDEA KAMA!!!! ANYWAY

this is kama’s first monologue and since they’re primarily the god of lust, all of the more vanilla stuff they mentions such as sharing a pair of headphones embarrasses them since its so tame. ITS CUTE !!! kama expects you to be horny in class !! what are you doing thinking about hand holding !!! medusa saves u from that tho with a direct reference to her relationship with kama’s vessel 

this is interesting !! and reassuring !!! i think that kama as a character has a lot of depth and just reducing them to “sakura” would be a waste and this interlude shows how different they are from her. but they’re also similar! sakura went through a lot just like medusa says and kama does have trauma related to shiva. its not the same circumstances but the same kind of suffering which explains the nuance here. and what i like about chaldea is that there’s been multiple instances where its been proven that servants can grow thanks to their relationships with guda (most common example: leveling up your bonds) BUT ALSO, saint graph evolution (alts). and as a kama fan i’d like to see them happy someday and this interlude as a whole is proof of their healing/coping because of the time they spent in chaldea and how they interact with others. more on that later ! here, they don’t recognize medusa which is normal since they’re not sakura (someone else entierly), but...

they care about her ! because of sakura’s influence being a part of the servant called Kama(assassin). the difference here is important !! but i’ll come back on this in a bit. quick mention to the greek cupid <3 kamadusa nation we were fed (i clap by myself because im the only one who has 57575757557 kama rarepairs-----)

kama is a delinquent whos horny in class but still takes a few notes, enough to do well on their tests! and thats tea<3 smart horny lazyass !! theyre a gift

SO ARJUNA WAS OUT FOR BLOOD ????? ANYWAY, this is right after the actual fight against weirdo terrorists, and im happy to know that kama DOES enjoy a good fight (as proven in their voicelines as well) but theyre not a farming unit because it’d be too much work (single target NP..)...!!!!!!! lavish god of love.... 

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYY THE REAL DEAL !!!!!!!!!!!! “it feels wonderful to be your girlfriend” christ, kamadeva was so used to being a husband and a good lover, it reflected in their servant version.... but ree what do u mean by servant version???

I MEAN THE OBVIOUS !! kama explains it very well in the screenie just above ! 

“You know very well how servants work.”

KAMA ASSASSIN (the servant in your chaldea) is neither KAMADEVA or SAKURA MATOU or MARA. they’re a MIX OF PARTS OF THE THREE. creating an entierly new person(in this case, servant) !!!! it might sound like i’m repeating myself, but this is important!!!!!!!!! i will say this multiple times so people remember it !!! and if u already had this figured out: GOOD JOB I LOVE U !!!

Kamadeva (the god) has many stories, ones where he was born from concepts (dharma and shraddha), one where his parents are brahma and sarasvati, one where his parents are vishnu and lakshmi, stories about his reincarnation after his death where his parents are krishna and rukmini, his love with Rati and so on. We all know Sakura’s backstory since this is nasuverse. And Mara is a demon, an entity that tried to corrupt Buddha and prevent him from reaching enlightenment/stray from the path. Kama assassin has parts from all of these entities which explains why they have a vague longing for Rati, why they have a soft spot for Medusa and why they have an affinity with Kiara(and also like talking about corrupting u !). 

they then mention how a japanese highschool setting is fun and all i have to say is: i’m gonna make an indo fam delinquent vs student council au out of this one folks !!!!!!!! i gotta !!! 

OK next

TIME FOR THE SECOND DREAM SEQUENCE WHICH I WAS VERY VERY VERRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYY AFRAID OF BEFORE THE TRANSLATION CAME OUT.

THE PART WHERE KAMA ACTS LIKE YOUR CHILD.

well with their stage 1 it was expected but without the translation i have to say that i was scared shitless! because people hate thinking! and even if kama clearly tells you that it’s a charade, u know a JOKE. A DREAM SEQUENCE. DONT BE A CREEP. KAMA INTENDED FOR IT TO BE WHOLESOME. i know some ppl wont use their brains. but u know its fgo and degenerates are everywhere. 

anyways. family bonding time ensues until another monologue appears!!

exactly like before, kama mentions myths that belonged to kamadeva. Meaning that the Kama in our chaldea isn’t the Kamadeva we know and is not Pradyumna either but the fact that the writers chose to have kama acknowledge it is very reassuring !!! Because it means that they’ve chosen to make it a part of their (complicated) history. Kama says that Pradyumna is the myth about themself they know the least, once again proving us that the Kama in our Chaldea (Assassin) is a different entity and that they were summoned to the throne upon their death, the moment they were burned by Shiva’s flames and became Ananga, in any case they’re still familiar with all of their own myths. it allows us to keep heroic spirits separate from their original myths. Obviously! And in the case of pseudo-servants, it allows us to keep them separate from their vessels. Cuz this is a fanservice japanese game. Andddd the fandom likes forgetting this fact quite a lot i’ve noticed. As a person who loves thinking about tons and tons of headcanons for fun, this allows us a lot of space ! Because this is fate/grand order at its base. Nasuverse. 

I’m glad that the interlude explains it so clearly, it’s very good !! Because the majority of myths from every culture are confusing, family trees are confusing, names are confusing, powers and attributes are confusing... its a mess !!!! the fgo characters we know are just cut from their own respective timelines/historial figures so the writers can organize themselves more easily. Like cutting halves from a big cake. Kama (Assassin) is the Kama that died from Shiva’s flames and became the universe ONLY. In Nasuverse, Arthur Pendragon is a woman. Anastasia Romanov NEVER had a demon familiar named Viy in real life despite the creature being part of russian folklore. u know ! im russian i can testify dude !! 

hopefully everyone got this bc i wont be explaining this any further dude, its exhausting !!!!!! bangs my hands on the table !!!!! 

ANYWAYS kama mentions “eternal pain that turns [them] into ash” being their key element. Their trauma is at the center of their heroic spirit self, what they are as a servant. This suffering is tied to everything they do, why they’re so lazy, why they’re so lax, why they’re so detached from their job.  But they’re not detached from their role. And “job” and “role” have different connotations here. They refuse to work as a cupid because of obvious reasons. BUT. They’re not detached from their role as the God of Love, as the God of Passion. The embodiment of those feelings. This whole interlude is proof ! They’re giving u free therapy because they Love you. Passion. They feel your love. Passion. They acknowledge how much fun you’re having. How passionate you are about certain things. They might seem extremely detached and hateful, but they aren’t. They’re one of the most empathetic servants there is. And their ability to love everything, even the things they hate is what makes them so miserable. Because it’s a part of them. Because the concept of Kama in hinduism is linked to them. Be it lust or simply the passion born from anything you do where you’re enjoying yourself. (quote:  “ the term also refers to any sensory enjoyment, emotional attraction and aesthetic pleasure such as from arts, dance, music, painting, sculpture and nature “. R. Prasad (2008), History of Science, Philosophy and Culture in Indian Civilization )

... I’d like to say that this contrast with Mara is interesting. And that i’m glad the writers chose to add in Mara to the kama assassin Beast mix. 

Because the anger Mara feels can become a drivepoint for Kama. I’ve always believed that anger and sadness are two sides of the same coin, it’d explain how layered Kama is and how valid their emotions are. Constantly torn between love and hate. An eternal grudge (i don’t deserve to be hurt like this) and an eternal misery(maybe i do deserve to be hurt like this). 

i wish they were my roommate <3 oh fuck ree got emotional wait where were we.

OH YEAH

i think kama saying that they dislike being involved with other indian servants because theyre linked to shiva is a feeble attempt at trying to keep up a strong front because they still love them in the end. cuz that’s how kama is ! after a while they’ll get bored of bullying ganesha and ashwatthama. they’ll get interested in rama because their respective mythos are linked even if their servant selves have no connection. hell, at the end of the interlude they talk about parvati and how they themself changed and realized things. BUT OH WELL, THATS STUFF FOR ANOTHER POST HEHE thats just ree wanting kama to b happy yall move along !!

.....THIS ISNT A COLLEGE STUDENTS ROLEPLAY BUT ITS A CUTE JAPANESE COMPANY BOSS/UNDERLING SETTING AND ITS CUTE SO I THINK KAMA WEARING A PENCIL SKIRT AND POURING U ALCOHOL IS CUTE. CUTE.

further proof of kama’s overflowing affection and what i detailed above!! hopefully u all knew this one simply from reading this interlude/their profile page and dont need me to write it down for u. HOPEFULLY !!!!!

(I START BEATBOXING VERY RAPIDLY AND RUNNING TOWARDS YOU) KAMA IS A SADIST AT THEIR CORE AND I WILL NEVER STOP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they’re easy to fluster because theyre not used to being so vanilla, but whats underneath is how they truly are !! a beast turned servant, the sweetest sadist !! theyre very mature and this interlude is so well written (wipes my teears

this is directly linked to what i explained above, by burning you away, you’ll melt into nothingness just like they did. When they were the universe, they felt both everything and nothing. 

But was it really relief ... ?

... IT WASNT.

AND PARVATI SAVES THE DAY !!!!!!! phew!! thank u paru, it’d still like to be able to touch kama’s huge titties and i cant do that if i turn into ashes (falls down the stairs

ok she summoned lovey dovey canon couples to annoy kama since they’re exhausted of seein them!!

...............(I TAKE OUT A KNIFE) TAKE THAT BACK. DONT TALK TO THEM LIKE THAT. TAKE THAT BACK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

ohhhhhh im obsessed i love when theyre angry<3 i love when theyre fighty <3 i think they should beat the living shit out of a boxing bag DAILY to let out some of this steam. they’d be a monster on the ring... aaa kama in training boot y shorts aa a .. .uughg hg ouu... (you all shove me into a locker)

ok this is interesting !! i think that the interlude showing us that parvati feels a semblance of guilt is character dev. proof for what i mentioned before!! in ookuu parvati felt quite ..unsympathetic to me, even if kama is a beast who wants to annihilate humanity, when u think about it, at their core their grudge is because of her and shiva’s betrayal. and here, she properly apologizes for making kama so upset. this is heartwarming to me since i dislike thinking that members of the indo fam hate eachother :( same goes for arjuna and karna, at some point i’d like for them to act like bros normally and finally be comfy. but anyways !!

u wake up from the dreams and da vinci, mashu and paru are here to tell u whats going on. But its fine bc u remember everything and u have to go thank someone for helping u out!!!

CUTE !!!!!!! THEY CARE ABOUT U !!!!!! but whether it be because of their role or because theres a deeper meaning is entierly up to your own interpretation because...

of what they say here. 

and here !! 

ohhhhhhhhh this is so important !!!!!!

this is actual proof of kama’s growth as a servant and how servants evolve in chaldea !! chaldea is not the same as a grail war, its a special, cut-off place and thats what makes it even more relaxing to think about. Everytime u summon a servant in ur chaldea u give them a chance to have fun with you, to have fun with other servants, to make amends, to start from scratch, to discover things they would’ve never known in their time (movies, video games, tons of different foods etc...), u give them a chance to relax. to grow !! this is the headcanon that im most attached to and im glad to see it be confirmed in the interlude of a character i love tbqh i had to stop and talk about that.

everyone say thank u kama !! can we roleplay a college roommate coffee shop slowburn au next time <3 

ANYWAYS if you’ve read it this far: thank you !!! im sorry if you expected something very serious, im not that type of person hehe im jus here to have fun and look at things i like, and the interlude itself was quite lighthearted and refreshing. By talking about the myths and all of kamadeva’s stories, the writers basically gave lore nerds a huge thumbs up like... “its ok now !! u can go ape now !! go be insane<3 love u<3″ and all of this kama characterization GENUINELY makes me so happy because i think they really needed that. kama assassin... (i blow a kiss to the sky) is a little mess of a servant... a god, human crumbs and a demon... a total mess... im in love with them...

..............tho now the wait for a summer alt where they interact with the entire indo fam begins (im sitting in a chair unmoving)(i have a gun in case minase begins acting gross

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

Character Insight - Sephiroth |  Q&A #13

Let me first clarify that it makes my heart swol at the thought of being an expert in Sephiroth theology and I’m not sure how to respond to that except with the words I love you. 

Lmao. This is completely off topic but I’ve been wanting to write like a Sephiroth biography that is purely just my own personal headcanons as he was raised in SOLDIER and what not. Not necessarily a full story, just like more of a character insight with a timeline and his personal experiences prior to Crisis Core. Anyway, this was way off topic and I need to move on with the actual question.

In short terms, and by canon standards, no. Sephiroth never found out about Hojo being his father. In Crisis Core Final Fantasy VII Sephiroth describes his parentage with the line:

 “My mother’s name was Jenova. She died shortly after I was born. My father...”

Followed by a pained laughter and telling Zack “I have no idea why I’m talking about this.”

[BELOW WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS]

Knowing Hojo’s lack of empathy, he wouldn’t have told Sephiroth because he already deemed his experiment as a failure, and most likely wouldn’t have wanted to do anything with him following the testing. This is heading into my more personal headcanons, but I truly believe Hojo would have kept that secret to himself. 

There’s debates on whether or not Sephiroth did find out about Lucrecia and Hojo while he locked himself in the mansion. Or the line “My father...” followed by his chuckling indicated he did in fact know something about his linage. Whether it be about a bullcrap story Hojo fed him, or he just had this idea that Hojo was keeping something from him. 

Even Hojo admits his “son”, and I use that term very loosely when talking about Hojo and Sephiroth, that “he doesn’t know” around the time he dies. To which Cloud probably has an idea on Sephiroth’s true lineage, but Cloud is pretty dense. So I’m not sure.

It’s uncertain why Hojo would keep that information to himself, and honestly, I believe it has something to with Hojo simply not wanting to be a father. Both Lucrecia and Sephiroth were experiments, and when they both failed, he scraped them. (Dirge of Cerberus also goes more in depth with Vincent’s relationship with Lucrecia, and an excellent game in my opinion for getting the back story on Hollander and Hojo as a whole. Also Vincent. Cute.)

Sephiroth was nothing more than a living experiment. A test to see whether or not he could form a Cetra with the cells of Jenova. He obviously does not care about the state of the experiment as a whole, since he was going to go as far as incapacitate Aerith with psychological torture and breed her to form more ancients. 

What benefit would Sephiroth receive to know Hojo was his father? Nothing. Hojo didn’t even want to acknowledge if Sephiroth could benefit from it because that wasn’t the point of the experiment. If he couldn’t communicate with the planet, Sephiroth was a failure. 

I also have some mild headcanons on how far Hojo would go to convince Sephiroth Jenova was his mother. Lucrecia was a surrogate, a vessel for one of the greatest experiments he was going to make. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Anyway, I got off topic there and I apologize. I hope I answered your question without confusing you in any way. 

-Kitty

[sasorikigai]

G U I D E L I N E S || R U L E S

CATHEXIS - the concentration of mental energy on one particular person, idea, or object (especially to an unhealthy degree). Click the link to find out my muses’ unhealthy, manic obsessions.

Hello, I’m Kathy, INFJ, in her thirties. Thank you for following HANZO HASASHI (SCORPION), KUAI LIANG (SUB-ZERO), and FUJIN (SHINJIRO ISHIKAWA)  Satoshi Hasashi (Hanzo’s son) is a request-only muse as of now. 

Muse and mun are OF AGE and my muse(s) are CANON DIVERGENT, heavily headcanon-based, HIGHLY SELECTIVE and EXTREMELY PRIVATE (meaning I am a mutuals-only blog). I am EXTREMELY SELECTIVE, due to my preference with MULTI-PARA AND NOVELLA THREADS that explore in-depth internal characterizations and thought processes.

✔ crossovers, alternate universes, multiship, OCs, characters from other fandoms, communicating (is an absolute-must and a pivotal part of roleplaying).

✘ godmodding, infomodding, not respecting my boundaries and otps, only approaching me for romantic/sexual relationships.

I will not rp smut with anyone under 21 in any circumstances. And do not expect my muse to have a pre-established romantic/sexual relationship before discussing the matter with mun. I don’t tend to write shippy things from the start.

My native language IS NOT English and I am a very self-conscious mun, I will try my absolute best to make less errors. Though, I regard myself to be a highly literate person with visceral style of writing with high standards. If I ever do, please don’t hesitate to correct or tell me. It always helps to develop my language skills.

More info about mun;

Scorpion and Sub-Zero are intense characters, so plotting and communicating is extremely important and pivotal. I really don’t like to plot everything out beforehand, because the story becomes predictable and boring and I like the element of surprise (freeform, or winging it, whatever you want to call it). So I much prefer IC being much casual and more forgiving when it comes to it.

Don’t assume and read my stuff between me and my long-term partners and expect to get into such intimate and knowing relationship without ever get to knowing my muses. many weeks, if not months of development and back-to-back writing helped us to get there and if we only began threading each other? They are most likely going to be hostile and indifferent at times of what others are thinking/doing.

People don’t honestly play their villain as a villain and I have zero intention to bend my muse (especially for Scorpion’s verse where he’s a specter bound by Quan Chi’s dark sorcery), despite them thinking otherwise in his subconscious. Scorpion has twisted and warped sense of conscience and conscious and they will surely reflect on their introspection and internalization..

I try my absolute best to play them like canon in my interactions; because my replies may seem quicker to most people, but that does not mean I half-ass them or it takes less time to type them out. I try to be VERY IC (I try my absolute hardest), so don’t expect my character to be softened unless situations requires them to be so.

I WILL UNFOLLOW INACTIVE BLOGS AFTER A MONTH. Don’t take this personally; for I will refollow if you do decide to come back. I like to keep things on my dash at a minimal.

I. CONTENTS OF THE BLOG

This blog is heavily NSFW and has lots of NSFW-related contents. Untagged nsfw materials include VIOLENCE, MURDER, BLOOD, MUTILATION, GORE and such. I am multiship and multiverse, meaning all the monogamy (both m/m and m/f) exists all in different timeline and nothing will overlap.

I don’t mind doing threads that are non-shippy, as long as my muse has interest in them. You will find a lot of SMUT, GORE, ANGST, VIOLENCE. I don’t tend to tag all the time, although I try to do the most of the time.

Anon function is off for the time being. And a good reason at that.

II. SHIPPING/SMUT

My muses are biromantic / demisexual and multiship. I am also open to multiship with other canon/OC characters as well. Of course, it all depends on chemistry. And romantic/sexual relationship isn’t a prerequisite when it comes to exploring their character nor I find it a necessity, because they are not very promiscuous characters, although the mun likes to write smut more than occasionally.

III. LIMITATIONS

If you are not sure about something, then there’s always the ask box and IM for lengthy discussions. I am fine with writing codependent relationships, violence, gore and rape. Abuse (both physical and mental) is a big no-no for mun. It’s triggering and I still suffer from traumatic experiences from the past.

IV. FANDOMS/OCS

Primary fandom is Mortal Kombat Franchise as of now. I welcome any male and female OCs and characters from other fandoms. And I am more than eager to explore crossovers and creating alternate universes.

V. WRITING STYLE

I highly prefer my replies to be at least THREE SUBSTANTIAL PARAGRAPHS, most frequently multi-para if the plot requires it or is necessary, although there will be times I will settle for two-para or even single para replies. And be a courteous person and do try to match the reply length. I will not tolerate three or four paragraphs reply to one or two sentences.

I will immediately drop the thread if my length isn’t matched, godmod or force ship. Overpowering immortal characters do not strike me as particularly intriguing either.

Exceptions of length-matching; if the thread requires more action than psychological stuff, if you’re more comfortable with short-length, we can discuss it but I don’t find one-liners particularly worthwhile to pursue.

VI. ASKS/MEMES

I don’t mind if you tag musings, quotes and pictures for me to look at and once we become mutuals, I will do the same thing. Feel free to send me any asks and memes. Also, I take suggestions or requests for me to write drabbles, headcanons and plot bunnies for my threads.

VII. PLOTTING/DISCORD

I am more than happy to Discord or IM to plot (my preference is Discord). My timezone is Eastern Standard Time (EST) and my Discord is hanzilla#5863. My Discord is for mutuals only, and please let me know who you are. 

VIII. REBLOGGING THREADS

Please do not reblog the threads unless you are a participating member and headcanons are pertaining to my blog only (unless you are mentioned in them), they’re not meant to be spread and used at anyone’s whim.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

[Muse Active] Munakata Reisi

This muse is now active for roleplay on this blog!

Name: Munakata Reisi

Species, World, Nationality: Human, Earthling, Japanese

Date of Birth: October 1st, 1988

Roleplaying Age: 24 (default), any other age if specified.

Headcanons: Click here.

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Fandom: K Project (GoRA)

Fandom Genre: Shōjo, Action, Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction.

Open for AU / “What If”s: Yes.

Wiki Link: Here.

Covered Sources: All (anime, mangas, light novels, short stories).

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Available for ships: Yes.

With Canon Characters (CC);

With Original Characters (OC);

With Cross-over Characters;

With Same-Muse Characters.

Canon Verses:

K: 24yo. Munakata Reisi is at the helm of Scepter 4, in charge of registering Strains and capturing all superpowered criminals..

Post-K: 24-25yo. The Blue King carries on while silently grieving his lost friend. His Sword of Damocles has become heavier on his shoulders.

Post-RoK: 25yo or older. His powers slowly fading, Munakata tackles the responsibility of cleaning up after the Slate’s unleash which has caused Strains to manifest everywhere around the world.

AUs:

New Dawn at the End of an Era: (see Big Starter here). 25yo. As the Slate’s power is finally fully unleashed, Munakata gets to witness the birth of a new Colorless King. Is he still on time to stop Jungle and their plans to bring chaos to the world?

Final Fantasy VII Divergent Megaverse: (see muse bio here). 39yo. Former SOLDIER 0 and Sephiroth’s mentor, Reisi is now a disabled war veteran reisiding in Wutai.

Writing Sample:

Munakata's footsteps echoed in the large, empty space of the fully evacuated and isolated terminal. Behind and past the closed glass doors, the red and blue flashes from the lights on top of the special police force vehicles perpetually casted a dance of shadows and reflections behind him.

It didn't take him long to get to the site of the incident. Just past the shops and large ceiling screens showing a long list of halted flights, stood the red-haired man that had caused the Tokyo International Airport to freeze and empty.

"It is forbidden to smoke inside the terminal." He said adjusting the silver-rimmed glasses, his other hand on the hilt of his saber.

Suoh observed him bored from where he stood by the check-in counter still, even though no staff member was there to greet him. The cigarette between his teeth burned slowly. "The customer service sucks here. I figured I might as well."

"I see." Munakata was unphazed by that sense of humor. "Where is your luggage?"

"Don't have any." Suoh shrugged, while a red aura flared from above his shoulders. "I've got everything I need on me. Yet it seemed your men weren't happy with me when they demanded a physical inspection."

"Most inspections do not require fire-proof equipment." Munakata glanced towards the burnt area around the Homra boss. A plastic and metal billboard had completely burnt and melted to the ground. "Was that really necessary...?"

"Hah." Suoh sneered lightly. "You tell me, Munakata... After all, this is what you wanted me to do, no? Put on a flashy show... So you could focus all your forces over here... and leave the other gates out of the country less guarded without losing face. You're just doing your job and responding to the crisis I'm causing, aren't you?"

"Now, why would I do that?" The Blue King's aura also rose from his body, responding to the taunt of his opponent. ".... As a figure of authority, it is my duty to contain this threat. To let a King leave the country without the blessing of the Golden King would constitute a rather poor performance on my part."

"Yeah..." Suoh bowed his head down with a tired smile. "Just the kind of blabber I expected to hear come out of your mouth. I've been good and agreed to play as your puppet today... so do me a favor at least and make it worth the hassle, will ya?"

Munakata smiled back, glancing at the clock on the wall of the terminal. It'd be about half a hour still before the ferry from Osaka left the shore. "... I suppose I owe you some entertainment. Very well. We will advance with sword in hand, for our cause is pure."

His right hand wrapped around the hilt of the saber and slowly unsheathed it, lifting the weapon straight before him, staring at the burning Red King before him.

"Munakata, ready."

Find my rules on my blog HERE.

[glaeslipper]

ashe, who only ended up in atlas & mistral because they grouped up with team CHGN, ending up involved in this bullshit simply because they wanted to help, and now wants to go the fuck back to vacuo.

[glaesheart]

i. i’ll sing a song of a love gone wrong — ooc ! ii. someone make me feel alive ‚ and shatter me — ic ! iii. grief is firm . in the cemetery ‚ i understood we keep what belongs to us — abt / aes / study / intro ! iv. the gods have cursed me for my hubris ‚ and my work is never finished — crack ! v. study prompt — inbox ! vi. chapter cleared — answered ! vii. i want to tell you this story without having to be in it — headcanon / meta ! viii. glass heart  — mien ! ix. you are an ocean of waves‚ weaving a dream — promos ! x. take one step towards the gods and they will take ten steps towards you — team mgma ! xi. hunter’s uniform — wardrobe ! xii. the difference between hell and the heart — ships ! xiii. there’s no lullaby in this nowhere land — wishlist ! xiv. the vision of a forgotten melody — dash games ! xv. have you ever been pocketed by‚ like‚ a god before ? — scout stuff ! xv. school gossip — dash commentary !

[sephinova]

The Food Burglar

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Summary: There’s someone stealing food in Edge. Cloud and Tifa take it upon themselves to find out who the culprit is.

Pairing: Sephiroth/Jenova

Rating: Teen and up.

Warnings: Out of character, fluffy silliness and might make you feel hungry.

Notes: This fanfiction is the result of @idariddle and I exchanging our ideas and headcanons with each other. I’m very sorry that it’s badly written, I’m a beginner at story writing and this’s my second proper fanfiction that isn’t in script form (I’m still working on my first fanfic which is taking me an eternity to finish). Also, the fanfic’s a bit long, not meant to be taken seriously and it starts off very boring but it gets amusing after a certain point (which isn’t too far into the story). It’s easy to tell which parts I enjoyed writing the most. lol

''This's the fifth time this month our food has been stolen! We need food not only for ourselves but for my business, too!'' Tifa stomped out of the kitchen and into the bar. ''I've read in the newspapers that the burglar only steals food and cookbooks and targets households and establishments that have high-quality food at night.'' Cloud stated. ''Could the burglar have a business that is struggling?'' Tifa wondered walking over to Cloud who was sitting on one of 7th Heaven's bar stools. ''Who knows? It also says there's been no evidence to suggest who they could be. I'm sure they'll slip up eventually. We'll have to keep on the lookout.'' ''Why don't we ask around Edge? Maybe someone knows something, it's worth a try.'' Tifa suggested. ''Yeah, let's do that. We could ask at The Golden Mu first, they've had the most break-ins and is the most famous restaurant in Edge.'' Cloud and Tifa made their way to the bar's entrance.

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Cloud and Tifa entered The Golden Mu restaurant, a young waitress with short light-brown hair smiled at them. ''Welcome to The Golden Mu, Sir, Ma'am. Do you have a reservation with us today?'' The waitress politely greeted. ''No, we don't. I'm Tifa Lockhart, I'm the owner of the 7th Heaven bar. Is it possible to talk with the owner of this establishment? It's about the food burlaries.'' Tifa inquired. The waitress pointed to the bar area of the restaurant. ''You see that man over there wearing the blue shirt? That's Mr. Gleaves, the owner.''

Tifa thanked the waitress and the duo walked on over to the middle-aged restaurant owner who was cleaning a glass. ''Hello, what can I get you both today?'' Mr. Gleaves smiled. ''Excuse us, Mr. Gleaves. I'm Tifa Lockhart, the owner of the 7th Heaven bar and this's my friend, Cloud, he sometimes helps me run it. We want to ask you about your experiences with the food burglaries.'' ''Have you been burgled, too?'' Mr. Gleaves asked. The duo nodded. Mr. Gleaves sighed. ''Come to my office, we'll talk there. Follow me.''

Cloud and Tifa followed Mr. Gleaves to a door that had a sign that read 'STAFF ONLY', the owner entered a number in the code locker and opened the door. They walked midway down a small hallway and entered his office. ''Please have a seat.'' Mr. Gleaves gestured over to two chairs and walked over to his office chair, they all sat down.

''To be honest with you both, my experiences might not be of any help.'' The owner said doubtfully. ''Just tell us what you know.'' Cloud encouraged. Mr. Gleaves scratched his head and sighed. ''At the beginning, I thought I knew who was causing these burglaries. I have a couple of employees who have been struggling financially these past few months and I thought they were the ones behind it... until I heard the same thing was happening to other businesses on the same nights. Also, I have CCTV in this premises and looking at the footage of the nights where the burglaries took place there was no one to be seen... however, I did notice something strange with the times on the recordings. The time skips ten or more minutes once in each recording, it seems that the burglar is able to disable the CCTV.''

''But wouldn't they need to have access the building in order to disable it?'' Tifa questioned. ''That's what I thought. There's CCTV leading to our control room and in our storage room where our electricity switch box is, they are the only ways in order to disable them and the burglar would have been seen by the cameras.'' Mr. Gleaves stated crossing his arms.

''Maybe someone's been using a hacking device?'' Cloud suggested. Mr. Gleaves nodded in agreement. ''Hmmm, you could be right.'' ''Have you noticed any signs of a forced entry?'' Cloud asked. ''Absolutely none. I lock this place up tighter than the Shinra Company's money vault. The burglar must have a very sophisticated skill in breaking and entering.'' Mr. Gleaves said.

''Do you know of any businesses that have been struggling?'' Tifa asked. ''I've heard of a couple that's been trying to keep their heads above water, it's not so much that they have poor ingredients but it's because they have bad customer service.'' Mr. Gleaves replied.

There wasn't any more information to be gained, they thanked the restaurant owner and left.

-

Cloud and Tifa had asked at three more businesses, but it was more or less the same story as The Golden Mu. They walked back home contemplating what to do next. ''I feel as though we haven't gotten anywhere.'' Tifa said disappointingly. ''Maybe the culprit used to work for Shinra? They could be an ex-Turk.'' Cloud guessed. But why would an ex-Turk steal food and cookbooks? If they were struggling financially to feed themselves wouldn't it benefit them more to steal money or valuable items? Something wasn't adding up, none of this was making any sense.

''I was thinking maybe we could take turns every couple of hours to keep watch at the bar at night, we might be able to catch the burglar.'' Tifa suggested. ''That could work unless they'll be able to tell if someone's there and you're willing to go without a full night's sleep?'' Cloud asked. ''If it's to catch whoever's behind this.'' ''Then it's a plan.'' Cloud agreed.

-

Fifteen nights had passed since Cloud and Tifa put their plan into action. It was 3 AM and it was Cloud's turn on guard duty. Cloud yawned still half-asleep as he sat waiting in the bar, these nights had been taking their toll on him and it didn't help that he had to get up early in the morning to send out deliveries.

This was the longest the burglar hadn't attempted to steal from 7th Heaven but was still stealing from other places. Cloud was certain that the burglar knew that he was keeping watch, they had to be using some kind of advanced technology, there couldn't be any other explanation.

Cloud's eyes felt very heavy, he was struggling to keep awake. He kept telling himself to persevere and that the burglar could strike at any time, but oh how very exhausted he was.

Half an hour had past and Cloud succumbed to his fatigue and fell into a much-needed sleep.

After a short while, the silence of the bar had been broken by quiet footsteps that came closer and closer to the sleeping Cloud. ''Sleeping whilst on guard duty? You disappoint me, Cloud. But I'll take this to my advantage and ensure you won't get in the way.'' Sephiroth whispered as he cast the Sleepel spell on Cloud to keep him from waking up.

Sephiroth entered the kitchen and dropped the large sack he was carrying onto the floor. He opened the fridge, pleased with the ample selection of food he grabbed fruit, vegetables, eggs, milk and... what was this? A plate with a slice of cake inside a plastic cloche with a label that read 'CLOUD'S. DO NOT TOUCH.' A mischievous grin spread across Sephiroth's face as he picked up the cake and took a big bite out of it, but as soon as the cake touched his tongue he cringed. Lemon flavored and little stale, disgusting!

Sephiroth next raided the freezer and pantry smiling to himself with the plans he had for the food. He put all that he needed into the sack and walked out of the kitchen and back into the bar and looked towards Cloud. ''Give Tifa my thanks for the food that she has provided. I'll be back at another time.''

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''Cloud! Wake up! Wake up, Cloud!'' Tifa nagged tapping Cloud's shoulder. Cloud grumbled in annoyance, Tifa better have a good enough reason to wake him up from his dream of entering the Chocobo Racing Grand Prix. ''How could you fall asleep!? We've been burgled again! I thought you were going to wake me up hours ago for guard duty!'' Cloud's eyes snapped open in shock. ''Ww-What!?'' ''Just come into the kitchen and have a look for yourself!'' Cloud barely awake got up and followed Tifa into the kitchen.

Cloud opened the fridge and saw at least half of their food had been stolen. Of all the nights the burglar had to strike was when Cloud was too tired to keep awake, what rotten luck. ''I'm so sorry, Tifa. I didn't mean to fall asleep.'' Cloud apologized. ''I understand it's been difficult for you, even I'll admit that I've nearly dozed off several times.'' Tifa empathized.

Cloud was about to close the fridge until he noticed something strange about his slice of lemon cake. On closer inspection Cloud's eyes widened, someone had taken a bite out of his cake! ''Who the hell has bitten into my cake!? I was gonna eat that today! Was it that burglar!?'' Cloud yelled. Cloud remembered that in the early hours of the morning he opened the fridge to get a drink of milk and his precious cake was fine. Whoever that burglar was must be some kind of sadist.

''I will make you another lemon cake sometime or you can always buy one.'' Tifa reassured Cloud. But lemon cake was Cloud's absolute favorite, it was a sin to waste it but he wasn't going to eat it now that burglar had gotten their filthy germs all over it. Cloud vowed to himself that he'll deck that son of a bitch when he finds them. - ''I've made some curry for you, Mother.'' Sephiroth put a plate of curry and rice on the dining table in front of Jenova. ''Thank you, Sephiroth. This smells wonderful.'' Jenova picked up her spoon and scooped up some of the tasty food and put it in her mouth, she softly hummed in pleasure as the heat of the spices filled her mouth.

Sephiroth sat down with his plate of food and looked at Jenova, seeing her happy brought him so much joy. ''I never knew eating was so pleasurable until you introduced me to it.'' Jenova told Sephiroth before taking another bite. ''I also made a chocolate cake for dessert.'' As soon as Sephiroth mentioned chocolate cake Jenova's eyes lit up with delight. ''You spoil me too much, darling!'' Jenova affectionately caressed Sephiroth's face with one of her tentacles. ''You're worth spoiling, Mother.'' Sephiroth replied as he leaned his head against his mother's tentacle.

''I'll have to cook you something again in return.'' Mother cooking again? Oh no... ''You don't have to do that, I'm more than happy to cook for you.'' It wasn't that Sephiroth disliked Jenova's cooking... well, maybe a little. It was often that her creations were extreme or unique. She would put too much of an ingredient into her cooking or she mixed foods that didn't go well together, like the time she made a jalapeno pepper, raspberry, coconut and fish stew... Sephiroth couldn't believe how he managed to stomach that. But when she cooked by the book they were delicious and satisfying meals and Sephiroth was always hungry for seconds.

''I want to cook for you to show my appreciation.'' Jenova replied. But despite the randomness of Jenova's cooking, it made Sephiroth very happy to know that he was appreciated and thought of fondly by his dear mother and no matter what she cooks for him he would endure it. ''Thank you, Mother. You're too kind.''

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A few days had passed since 7th Heaven had been burgled a sixth time and Tifa was tending to her customers until her phone rang. ''Hello, this's 7th Heaven, Tifa Lockhart speaking. How may I help you?'' She answered the call. ''Hello Miss Lockhart, it's Mr. Gleaves, the owner of The Golden Mu restaurant. There's something you need to know...''

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Later that evening Cloud, Tifa, Marlene and Denzel sat in the bar eating their dinner. ''I got a call from the owner of The Golden Mu today and he said he had an encounter with the food burglar last night.'' Tifa told everyone. ''What happened? Do they know who it was?'' Cloud asked. ''Mr. Gleaves and a couple of his friends stayed overnight at his restaurant to see if they could catch the burglar. The burglar came and when they attempted to catch him, he cast the Sleepel spell on them.'' Tifa explained whilst cutting into her food.

''Do they know what he looks like?'' Denzel asked. ''He said that the burglar had cut the power again so they couldn't see him very well. But they could tell that the burglar was a tall man and had Mako eyes.'' ''Could the burglar be a former SOLDIER?'' Cloud wondered. ''He also said that one of his friends managed to turn on his torch just before the Sleepel spell was cast and he saw that burglar was wearing what looked like black leather boots and a long coat.''

Tall, Mako eyes, black leather boots, and a long coat? There was only one person that came to Cloud's mind that would fit that description; Sephiroth. But Sephiroth is dead and why would he want to steal food of all things? Something like food would be beneath him. The thought of Sephiroth being the food burglar was utterly ridiculous, no way was it him.

''I think we may have more chance of catching that burglar if we equip ourselves with Ribbons to ward off negative status effects. Instead of staying in the bar, we may have more luck listening out for him from upstairs.'' Cloud suggested. ''We should be very careful if it's an ex-SOLDIER, who knows what he could be capable of.'' Tifa cautioned.

''I know you'll catch the burglar, I believe in you both!'' Marlene cheered. ''Yeah! You can do it!'' Denzel chimed in. Cloud and Tifa smiled with renewed confidence. ''Thanks, kids.''

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Today was the day Jenova was going to cook for Sephiroth. She put on her magenta apron that had writing on it that said 'Universe's Greatest Mom', she washed her hands and tentacles and rinsed the vegetables she was going to use.

Jenova decided to go by the book and make 'Sweet and Sour Chocobo' for dinner and 'Banora White Apple Crumble with Custard' for dessert. She never thought that something this mundane was so enjoyable, the end results excited her so much she could almost taste them.

With her hands and three pairs of tentacles, Jenova began cutting her vegetables and Chocobo meat. She was thankful for having tentacles, they were great for multitasking and getting things done a lot quicker. Jenova knew that she would have to awaken Sephiroth's dormant tentacles sometime, she would teach him how to use them to their full potential as they would greatly help him when he cooked... and among other things.

''Do you need any help, Mother?'' Sephiroth asked standing just outside the kitchen. ''I'm fine, you just relax and I'll call you when it's ready.'' Jenova reassured her son.

-

It was dinner time. Sephiroth sat at the dining table as Jenova dished up their food. The food smelt very appetizing to Sephiroth, however, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive due to past experiences.

''I've made us 'Sweet and Sour Chocobo', I hope you will enjoy it.'' Jenova told Sephiroth as she placed his plate of food in front of him. Sephiroth picked up his cutlery and took a bite and it tasted amazing! The sweetness and the sourness of the sauce was a perfect blend and the Chocobo meat was tasty and tender.

''This's exquisite, Mother!'' Sephiroth exclaimed. ''I'm happy that you think so. I've done quite well this time if I do say so myself.'' Jenova smiled proudly. ''Is there any more?'' ''Yes, but make sure you have enough room for dessert, I made 'Banora White Apple Crumble with Custard'.''

Banora White Apples, they reminded Sephiroth of two people who he had known long ago. Jenova noticed Sephiroth's quietness as soon as she mentioned the dessert. ''Do you not like that dessert?'' Jenova asked. ''It's not that, I was just lost in thought for a second. I'm looking forward to having some.''

-

Full and relaxed, Jenova sat on the floor in front of the fireplace in the living room with Sephiroth's head resting on her lap as she lovingly stroked his face. ''Thank you again for that wonderful meal, Mother.'' Sephiroth thanked gently. ''You're most welcome.'' Jenova replied.

''Sephiroth, I was wondering...'' Sephiroth looked up at his mother. ''...I would like to go with you when you collect food sometime.'' Jenova requested. ''All right, it's just that...'' She could hear the hint of hesitation in his voice. ''Speak your mind, tell me what it is.'' Jenova encouraged. ''The people of Edge are on high alert because of me and I've already been confronted a couple of times.'' Sephiroth explained. ''Why don't you just kill them if they get in your way?'' Jenova answered Sephiroth's easy to resolve problem.

Sephiroth shook his head. ''If I kill people that confront me, those establishments will most probably close in time due to the deaths of the owners. People will feel discouraged buying from them knowing a killing had taken place and it will make it difficult for me to steal quality food... and...'' Sephiroth paused and smiled tenderly. ''...I want us to continue to enjoy cooking and eating meals, I cherish these times we have to together.''

Sephiroth had a point. Jenova enjoyed spending quality time with her son, too. It was a pleasant change of pace from destroying planets, infecting and killing people and she didn't want it to end anytime soon.

''Don't worry, I can be stealthy.'' Jenova reassured Sephiroth. ''You coming with me we'll be able to bring back twice the amount of food.'' ''That's what I was thinking.'' Jenova lightly giggled.

-

''What can you tell us about the burglar?'' Tifa asked a teenage girl whose parents owned a small cafe and that she claimed to have seen the food burglar the night before. ''Ummm... Last night I woke up 'cause I needed to need to use the bathroom and I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I first looked into my parents and little brother's room 'cause I thought it might have been one of them downstairs, but they were all in their rooms asleep. I grabbed my baseball bat and went downstairs...'' The girl fidgeted anxiously. ''Didn't you think to wake up your parents first?'' Cloud asked. ''I wasn't thinking straight.''

The girl let out a big sigh. ''The kitchen door was slightly open, I looked inside and all I saw were the burglar's hands taking food out of the fridge... I-I froze, I was so scared, I didn't know what to do.'' Tifa placed her hand on the girl's shoulder trying to comfort her. ''After he left I must've waited at least half an hour before I went into the kitchen, I switched on the light and I found something on the floor. The girl went over to one of the kitchen's drawers and pulled out a black feather. Cloud's and Tifa's eyes widened in shock, it couldn't be...

''Can I see that for a sec?'' The girl handed the feather to Cloud. The feather looked just like Sephiroth's, there was no doubt about it. On closer inspection, he noticed a single strand of long silver hair hanging from the feather.

''How many times do I have to tell you, dear? That feather isn't from the burglar!'' The girl's mother walked into the room. ''But mom! It IS from the burglar!'' The girl argued. It wasn't the burglar's? How was this woman so certain? ''How do you know?'' Tifa asked the woman. ''Last night before I went to bed I threw out an old moth-eaten dress I made years ago for a fancy dress competition, I had sewn black feathers onto it.'' The woman explained with absolute certainty. ''There's a strand of silver hair hanging from this feath-'' Cloud was cut off by the woman's sudden burst of laughter. ''I bought a silver wig to go with that dress!''

''But that feather is a lot bigger compared to the feathers on that dress!'' The girl protested. The mother and daughter argued amongst themselves, Cloud and Tifa weren't sure on who to believe. Was it all a coincidence? ''You said you threw that dress away, do you still have it in your garbage bin?'' Cloud asked. ''No, the garbage truck came to collect it not long before you two arrived.'' The mother spoke. Damn it.

''What did the burglar's hands look like?'' Tifa asked in a last attempt to get whatever little information out of the girl. ''Uhhh, he was wearing black gloves.''

-

Tall, black clothes, Mako eyes and possibly the black feather and the single strand of long silver hair, all this evidence pointed to Sephiroth, but was it him? And not to mention the burglar was able to interfere with electricity, could Sephiroth do that? Cloud wasn't sure.

''It's hard to believe that the burglar could be Sephiroth, it doesn't make any sense.'' Tifa said in disbelief. ''It's completely out of character for him to do something like that, what would make him steal so much food for so long?'' Cloud wondered aloud as they arrived back at the entrance to 7th Heaven. Surely Sephiroth didn't come back from the Lifestream to simply commit petty crimes, what happened to him wanting to destroy the Planet and use it to travel the cosmos?

''We'll have to be more vigilant if it's him. Just the thought of him being alive makes me feel uneasy.'' Tifa said worriedly as she took out her key out from her pocket. Cloud nodded in agreement. ''What I'm concerned about is that Sephiroth could threaten the Planet again... I hope it isn't him, but...'' Cloud trailed off. Tifa unlocked the door, she looked back at Cloud with a concerned expression as she was about to step into the bar. ''I hope so, too, Cloud.''

-

Tonight was the night that Jenova went with Sephiroth to go 'food collecting'. They flew over the city of Edge and landed on top of the tallest building in the entire city. ''We'll start from there and make our way to over there.'' Sephiroth explained his directions whilst pointing out to different locations. ''You have become quite familiar with this city, haven't you?'' Jenova commented clearly impressed. ''I need to be if we want to continue having delicious meals.'' Sephiroth stated. ''Let's go.''

-

Sephiroth and Jenova first broke into a cafe and headed for the kitchen and found that there were padlocks on the fridge and walk-in pantry. Sephiroth put his hand a few inches over the padlock to the pantry, with unseen force Sephiroth unlocked the pantry and opened the door. Jenova stepped into the pantry and her eyes lit up with amazement, there were so many different kinds of ingredients, many of which were perfect for making pastries and confectionaries.

Happy, Jenova snatched everything she liked the look of off the shelves and put them into her sack. She went back into the kitchen and saw Sephiroth put the last of what he needed into his sack, they smiled at each other and left for their next destination.

-

After collecting from a couple of other establishments, Sephiroth and Jenova returned atop the tallest building preparing to head back home, however, Sephiroth wasn't ready to go back just yet. ''Mother, there is one other place I want to collect from before I leave. Why don't you head home? I'll follow you soon after.'' Sephiroth suggested. Another place? They had collected more than enough food that would last them at least just over a week and not to mention their sacks were nearly full.

''Where is that?'' Jenova asked. ''Cloud's residence.'' Sephiroth answered. Jenova frowned, she had thought that Sephiroth had gotten over that troublesome puppet. ''Why does it have to be his place? Why can't you collect from somewhere else?'' Jenova asked, not hiding her irritation. ''Cloud has a friend that lives and runs a drinks and food business there, the food she has is high quality and... '' Sephiroth's lips turned up in a sadistic smirk. ''...it gives me pleasure taking away Cloud's food.''

Jenova mentally facepalmed, Sephiroth was not over Cloud whatsoever. It was pretty much impossible to convince Sephiroth not go through with his plans in regards to Cloud, even Jenova wouldn't be able to convince him. She considered using her tentacles to drag him back home, but she knew he would make a big fuss about not getting his way and she didn't want to potentially draw unwanted attention and get caught.

''I'll come with you because I know what you're like when it comes to the puppet.'' Jenova insisted. ''Mother, I can do this on my own, you can trust me. I've already taken his food from him six times and I haven't been caught-'' ''YET. What will you do if he catches you?'' Jenova interrupted. ''I'll cast Sleepel on him.'' ''And if that doesn't work?'' Sephiroth gently placed his hands on Jenova's shoulders and smiled sweetly. ''Please trust me, Mother.'' He softly pleaded.

Jenova could feel the blood rushing to her face with the loving way Sephiroth gazed at and spoke to her, she knew she shouldn't allow him to have his way. She sometimes hated herself for how soft she had become in recent years.

Jenova sighed in frustration. ''Fine. But make it quick, I don't want the frozen food to start to thaw. I'll wait here for you.'' ''Thank you, Mother. I'll come back as soon as possible.'' Sephiroth ascended and flew in the direction of 7th Heaven.

Jenova watched Sephiroth as he flew away, she had a horrible feeling that she had just made a big mistake.

-

Marlene had woken up with a dry mouth and she sleepily sat up from her bed. ''Can't sleep, Marlene?'' Denzel whispered. ''I'm thirsty... why are you awake?'' Marlene asked rubbing her eyes. ''I woke up feeling hungry. Why don't you get a cup of water from the bathroom?'' ''I want orange juice.'' ''You know we're not allowed downstai-'' ''I. Want. Orange. Juice. You can get a snack if come down with me.'' Marlene said yawning as she stood up. ''We'll get scolded again if Cloud and Tifa find out and what if the burglar's downstairs!?'' Denzel fretted. ''They would have heard him by now if he was here.'' Marlene said as she was about to open the door.

''Wait!'' Not wanting Marlene to go alone Denzel jumped out of his bed and went to her side. ''I'll go with you, but we'll have to be very quiet.'' Denzel told Marlene and she nodded in agreement.

Denzel slowly opened their bedroom door, careful not to make a sound. The children tiptoed down the hallway and stairs. The kitchen door was open, the children assumed that either Cloud or Tifa must have accidentally left it open before calling it a night. From just outside the kitchen, Denzel reached for the light switch and flicked it on. As soon as they entered the kitchen they gasped, standing there was Sephiroth with a bag of carrots in his left hand and a cucumber in his right, he stared at the children with a blank expression and the children stared at him back.

What to do!? What to do!? The children thought to themselves. The burglar reminded them of three scary silver-haired men from a year-and-a-half-ago that had taken them to a faraway place, but this man looked even scarier than those men combined. And why haven't Cloud and Tifa heard the burglar break-in!? They must have fallen asleep, so much for guard duty... But now that they had thought about it, they hadn't even heard the burglar break-in. He must have the skills of a ninja.

Damn it. Sephiroth had been caught and by children of all people. He noticed that the children were shocked with fear, he hoped that they were too scared to take any actions that would threaten him being caught by Cloud, Mother would be livid if that happened and yet part of him hoped that Cloud would catch him. Sephiroth wanted to see the look on Cloud's face as the truth would be revealed that he was in fact the food burglar.

A full minute had passed of them staring at each other. Sephiroth was the first to make a move, ignoring the children he packed the vegetables into his sack. ''STOP THEIF!!! THAT IS OUR FOOD!!!'' Denzel screamed at the top of his lungs. ''YEAH!!! STOP STEALING!!!'' Marlene joined in. Sephiroth flinched at the children's annoying shrieking, this was definitely going to get Cloud's and Tifa's attention. Hightail it out of here? Stay? Keep Mother sweet? Mess with Cloud a little? Sephiroth felt conflicted.

The decision had been made by the sounds of running coming from upstairs, Sephiroth was staying.

''Marlene! Denzel! Are you alright!?'' Tifa frantically called out as she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Tifa's eyes widened in disbelief at the man who was standing in her kitchen that she thought to be long dead, Cloud followed seconds later equally shocked. ''It's been a long time, Cloud... Tifa.'' Sephiroth drawled. ''Kids, go back into your room now!'' Tifa ordered. The children retreated upstairs.

Cloud and Tifa noticed their food on the kitchen worktops and the large sack of food on the floor, they're worst fears had been confirmed. ''I don't believe it, you're the one who's been stealing food this whole time!'' Cloud yelled. Sephiroth darkly chuckled. ''That's right, I am the food burglar of Edge.'' ''But why steal food!? Isn't godhood and wanting to use this planet to travel the cosmos your goals!? When did you return from the Lifestream!?'' Cloud demanded. ''Initially, that was my plans. But I introduced Mother to the joys of eating and now we want to cook and enjoy meals together-'' Sephiroth's explained. ''WHAT!?'' Cloud and Tifa exclaimed in unison. Sephiroth couldn't be serious. ''It must have been about two of months ago...'' Sephiroth continued with his explanation.

-

Sephiroth and Jenova flew out from the Nothern Cave, after years it was time to finally end the lives of their enemies and use the Planet as a vessel to travel the cosmos to a new planet to create their shining future as gods.

They headed in the direction of Edge, but Sephiroth wasn't quite ready to initiate their plans just yet. Sephiroth was able to now sustain his body without the need for nutrition, yet he was having a craving for Wutainese food and on top of that, he hadn't eaten in eight years.

Sephiroth stopped in mid-air and after a couple of seconds Jenova noticed and stopped to turn around to face Sephiroth. ''What's wrong?'' Jenova asked. ''Mother, I have a small request. May we go to Wutai, please?'' ''Why?'' ''I am having a craving for Wutainese food.'' Jenova raised an eyebrow. ''You know that you no longer need nourishment to survive.'' Jenova stated. ''I know that, but it tastes good. I promise I won't take long, please?''

What was the point of eating if it's not to sustain oneself? Tastes good? Jenova couldn't understand her son's reasoning. As much as she desperately wanted to achieve her dream of destroying the Planet that she had for the past 2000 years she would allow Sephiroth's request, he wasn't asking much of her after all. ''If that is what you wish.''

-

Jenova sat on a rock by a beach near Wutai waiting for Sephiroth to return. She was concerned about Sephiroth's cravings for food, he would find godhood difficult if he still continued to cling to such weak human needs.

Sephiroth descended with a plastic bag, he sat on a rock next to his mother and pulled out two transparent boxes and two pairs of chopsticks. ''Would you like to try some, Mother?'' Sephiroth offered holding out a box and chopsticks to Jenova. ''No, thank you. I can survive without it.'' Jenova declined. ''Let me know if you change your mind.'' And if she doesn't, all the more for him.

Sephiroth opened the box of food, he twirled a few noodles around his chopsticks and popped them into his mouth. He sighed in satisfaction, oh how he had missed Wutainese cuisine.

Jenova observed Sephiroth, he seemed to be relishing the food with every mouthful. She had to admit that the food smelled surprisingly nice and she noticed that her mouth began to water, she never had this reaction before. Maybe there was more to food than simply consuming it as a means of survival.

''I want to try some.'' Jenova said. Sephiroth smiled as Jenova took out the contents of the plastic bag with her tentacles. Using the chopsticks, she picked up some of the noodles and put them in her mouth. Jenova's eyes widened and a long moan filled with pleasure escaped her. The spices of the sauce made her mouth tingle, the soft textures of the noodles, the tenderness of the meat and the slight crunchiness of the vegetables were astonishing! Where had this been all her life!? Why hadn't she discovered this sooner!? This was life changing!

Sephiroth was taken aback by his mother's reaction, it almost sounded like she was...

''Th-this's... how you would describe 'delicious'!?'' Jenova said breathlessly before she ate more. ''I'm pleased that you think so, Mother.'' Sephiroth commented. ''Are all foods this delicious?'' ''Not all, it depends on personal preferences. There are many different types of cuisines and countless recipes, cooking is all about trying out ideas and methods.'' Countless!? Jenova wanted-no, NEEDED to try all these foods.

''Change of plans. I'm going to learn how to cook and make delicious meals. I need to discover every recipe and flavor imaginable. This... is my new calling!'' Jenova declared.

-

''...and that's how I introduced Mother to food.'' Sephiroth finished. Cloud and Tifa stared at Sephiroth, jaws dropped, dumbfounded and speechless.

-

What is taking Sephiroth so long!? Jenova thought to herself as she popped another grape into her mouth. Her patience was wearing very thin. She should have known better than to trust her son when it came to the puppet.

Not wanting to wait any longer Jenova took flight to Cloud's place, she hoped that Sephiroth wouldn't have gotten himself killed by the time she got there.

-

''So, you're telling us that the reason why you're not going to destroy the planet is that Jenova has become a foodie!?'' Tifa exclaimed flabbergasted. ''That is correct.'' Sephiroth reaffirmed. ''I don't believe this!'' Cloud groaned. Jenova, The Calamity from the Skies who has attempted to destroy the planet and all it took to stop her was to give her food!? The extinction of the Cetra and all the mess that happened years after could have been prevented!

''Think of it this way, I taking your food is a very small price to pay in order to keep the Planet safe. Do you not agree?'' Sephiroth spoke as he opened the fridge. ''I have a business to run, bills to pay and mouths to feed! If you and Jenova feel so strongly about cooking, why don't you get a job and buy your own food!? And get out of my fridge!'' Tifa yelled. ''He wouldn't be able to get a job because no one would want to hire someone who tried to destroy the Planet!'' Cloud remarked.

Sephiroth ignored the duo and picked up a pie from the fridge and eyed it. ''Put my pie down, Sephiroth!'' Tifa demanded. ''It would be such a shame if something were to happen to this pie, wouldn't it?'' Sephiroth threatened as he fixed his eyes on Cloud.

Sephiroth placed his right hand just a couple of inches above the pie and made small, slow movements as if to imitate caressing. ''Put it down!'' Cloud barked becoming increasingly more pissed off. Next Sephiroth brought the pie close to his lips, he opened his mouth, daring to bite into it.

All of a sudden Sephiroth threw the pie at Cloud. With quick thinking and agility, Cloud barely dodged the pie and SPLAT! Sephiroth's face changed from a cruel smirk to a look of pure horror as he stared at where the pie had landed. The foil casing fell, Jenova's face was covered in cherry pie.

''I am so sorry, Mother!'' Sephiroth cried out. Overcome with humor, Cloud and Tifa couldn't help but snicker at the amusing scene. Sephiroth glared menacingly at the duo, if looks could kill they would have been dead at least five times over.

Jenova began to wipe the sweet treat off with her hands. ''Hold on, Mother!'' Sephiroth grabbed a dishcloth and put it under a tap and dampened it with warm water. Sephiroth rushed over to his mother and began to clean her face and all the while she glared at him with absolute disappointment.

''I am very sorry, if I had known you were there I would have nev-mmph!?'' Abruptly, Jenova rubbed Sephiroth's face with her cherry pie covered hands. Sephiroth stepped back at the unexpected sticky assault, Cloud's and Tifa's snickering burst into laughter. ''I should have known better than to trust you!'' Jenova snapped at her son and stormed out of 7th Heaven. ''I'm sorry for betraying your trust, Mother!'' Sephiroth called out to Jenova as he snatched his sack of stolen goods and hurriedly followed after her.

Cloud and Tifa chased after Sephiroth, but by the time they made it outside Sephiroth had flown away. ''NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME!?'' Tifa shouted hoping that Sephiroth would hear her. ''He'll be back.'' Cloud grumbled.

-

Jenova hadn't spoken a word to Sephiroth since the night before at 7th Heaven, he figured that she needed some time on her own to cool off. He felt genuinely bad for betraying her trust and wanted to somehow make it up to her. He should have skedaddled out of Cloud's place as soon as those children had discovered him.

Sephiroth entered the kitchen and found Jenova washing her hands and tentacles. ''Mother, I am truly sorry. I don't expect your forgi-'' ''I forgive you, Sephiroth. I know you didn't mean to throw that pie at me. But you must learn to not allow your hatred of the puppet to get the better of you, he has been your undoing three times already.'' Jenova spoke calmly with a hint of firmness to her voice with her back to her son.

Sephiroth nodded slightly. ''Yes, Mother.'' Truthfully he disagreed with her that his hatred for Cloud had been getting the better of him, he believed it didn't whatsoever. But he was relieved that Mother had forgiven him so soon or at all for that matter.

''Is there any way I can make it up to you?'' Jenova thought for a moment at Sephiroth's offer and a mischievous smirk tugged at her lips. ''Yes, there is. I'll be cooking dinner tonight and I'll be making my 'specialty' jalapeno pepper, raspberry, coconut and fish stew. And I expect you to eat EVERY SINGLE BITE.'' Sephiroth felt instantly queasy, he should have just kept his mouth shut.

Even though it’s badly written, I had a lot of fun writing it! ^^

If anyone wants to talk or ask questions about my fanfic, feel free to! :)

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BASICS.

◦ name: syre salinger ◦ age: 23 ◦ height: 6′2″ ◦ hair: brown ◦ eyes: hazel ◦ family: j. d. salinger (grandfather), david salinger (father), charlotte carrington (mother) ◦ hometown: manhattan, new york city, new york ◦ pet: holden (golden retriever) ◦ occupation: n/a

ABOUT.

◦ syre hails from old money. his father is david salinger, son of j.d. salinger. both highly respected and notable in the literary world. j.d. for his work and david for his publishing empire. syre’s family was responsible for publishing children’s book series like harry potter to fashion magazines like vouge. syre’s mother is charlotte carrington. her family owned every power plant in the state of new york along with a few new alternative energy resources. both sides of his family had big reputations to uphold, and so did he.

◦ as an only child, he spent more time with adults than with children his age. he was very bright and spoke very clearly. being the grandson and son of famous authors it was only natural that syre caught the writing bug. he was brought up to appreciate literature and the importance of books. as a toddler, he had a wild imagination. roping his friends into the stories he made up in his head, bringing his creations to life. growing up he put his creative mind to good use (well, most of the time) by putting his intricate thoughts to paper. in secondary school, not only did he figure out he was a good storyteller, but he was also a good liar.

◦ his father’s side of the family taught him how to pull people in, make them care about what you’re saying. his mother’s family taught him how to take that trust and get them to do whatever you want. in high school he mastered the art of manipulation, a gift in the business industry. he could talk his way out of anything and talk anyone into buying something even if they didn’t need it. he made his parents proud by publishing a handful of short stories and being captain of his debate team, proving that he was cut out to follow in either parents' footsteps.

◦ the salingers were a very close knit family. though their businesses kept them busy, they never failed to include their only son in whatever they were doing. syre went to every auction, gala, party, you name it. he was exposed to this debonair lifestyle at an early age and it was his normal. he saw how people looked at his parents, talked about his parents, envied his parents. they were of another level, a level he chose to aspire to. being a salinger meant he had a reputation to protect and he vowed he would.

◦ exposure to this kind of lifestyle had syre exposed to a lot of things meant for adults. however, when he reached for his first glass of champagne, his parents didn’t stop him. they felt at fourteen he was mature enough to have a glass with them in celebration. it was at a client’s book release party and that first sip made him feel like he’d been granted adulthood. being so young and feeling like you had so much power, he easily took advantage. the celebratory glass of champagne turned into one drink with his father ‘don’t tell your mother’ type deals, then it escalated into a glass of wine at the dinner table, and before he even realized, he was getting drunk in the hamptons every semester break. his parents didn’t mind as long as he did exceedingly well in school and didn’t do anything to tarnish the family name.

◦ being a young adult with few restrictions, syre of course got into a few mishaps. well, to them it was mishaps to anyone else it would be misdemeanors, citations, or a trip to a juvenile detention facility. his parents made everything disappear with a simple phone call. their idea of punishment wasn’t punishment at all. he’d have to write an essay on what he’d done, why it was wrong, what he took away form the experience, and what he was going to do differently should something like it happen again. though it was a good tactic for a little reflection, meditation, and to up his writing skills. this really only prepared him on how to not get caught the next time. and now he had documented papers on every bad decision turned great story he’d ever had.

◦ syre attended yale with honors at the age of seventeen. he felt like he was on top of the world. he’d joined the likes of his parents on being the affluent and highly educated, but mostly he earned bragging rights for the rest of his life. the night of his graduation party, once the formal part of it ended, he and his friends went out to really celebrate. he was far to drunk to drive home but he’d done it hundreds of times before. he almost made it when he’d hit an unexpected pot hole. or at least, it felt like a pot hole? apparently the pot hole had a name, and wasn’t a pot hot at all. it was theodore barnes, the owner of the local flower shop. he had a wife and two kids. driving under the influence at twenty years old and killing a man should have landed him in handcuffs. instead, it landed him in an international masters degree program at the university of oxford.

◦ his parents saved him like they always did, and made sure the story stayed out of the news. they had a reputation to uphold after all. syre understood. at first they made it out like enrolling him into the program was for his safety, to keep him from behind bars. plus, he'd be able to get his masters and they were all about higher education. but after a year the realization dawned on him. something was different. they were different. they didn’t look at him the same, or all for that matter. the only communication he had with them consisted of text messages, money transfers, and a call around the holidays. they couldn’t face what he did, what they did for him.

◦ syre currently resides just north of the university, struggling to find it in him to go home and face his parents, face what he did, face himself. struggling to really do anything anymore. what was the point? the day they handed him his masters degree, he laughed. he didn't earn it. at least, he didn't think so. most of his work was done by others who were enamored by his last name. thinking by helping him, they would further their writing careers. no, he just needed someone else to do the work. he no longer felt the need to uphold the standard his parents held him to. why should he? they could barely look at him. he traded in his suits for sweats, his ambition for apathy. ◦ he was content with his daily schedule of nothingness for a while. slacking in school broke him of his ambitious habits, replacing them with new 'carefree' ones. being alone began to take a toll and that's when he decided that after three years, maybe it was time to start forgiving himself. he was young, reckless, underaged. he made a mistake. he wanted a clean slate. he didn't put much thought into applying for the show or that he'd even get in. but he did hope his last name would give him a little bit of juice and maybe send his parents the finger for going so public without consulting them first. he deserved to start living again, maybe he'd meet someone willing to live for.

HEADCANONS.

◦ due to the accident, syre hates flowers. ◦ he had a gf up until he was sent away. he never got the chance to explain anything to her or say goodbye.

v. —— 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 ! ❜

           see  above    .

vi. —— 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 ! ❜

◦ Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?     ◦   "     i  wake  up    ,    do  what  i  want    ,    then  go  back  to  sleep     .     it's   never   disrupted    .     i  don't  do  things  i  don't  want  to  do    " ◦ How close are you to your family?     ◦   "     ,    next  question  .   .   .    " ◦ Do you like yourself?     ◦   "    i  did   "

vii. —— 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 & 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 ! ❜

           i'm  good     ,     thanks    .

viii. —— 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 ! ❜

           this  was  extra  af    ,    i  respect  that    .

[foundcarcosa]

cxc.

1. Your first OC ever? >> Technically, my first ever OC was probably a teenage girl named Clarissa, or an Earth-loving (in the time of moon habitats) young man named Eden, or a moon-dwelling girl named Deirdre Halloran, or Aidan Quinn or any of the other characters from my Beauty and the Beast rewrite... because I made up all these guys when I was still in single-digit age and continued to develop them throughout middle school. Although that development didn’t get very far, because back then I knew way less about how to write humans than I do now.

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? >> I have too many OCs to have an actual favourite.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? >> Darya, a friend from my early RPing days, let me ‘adopt’ one of the lesser-known (amongst our circle) members of her Katin clan -- Mikhail -- once. I don’t think I got to play him much at all, but it was still flattering enough to be entrusted with one of them in the first place.

4. A character you rarely talk about? >> All of them????? Except the fandom ones.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?  >> Eh, that’s quite all right.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? >> A lot of my characters probably look alike because I gravitate towards certain physical traits. I can’t think of two particularly stellar examples off the top of my head, though.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? >> Some of them are. The Bayou Devils crew is part of a kinda urban fantasy-ish nWOD-based thing I was going to write. The Anathema was part of a very formulaic urban fantasy story I’d written last decade that I sometimes fantasise about overhauling and rewriting... except I’m not sure I can take the Anathema out of that particular formulaic urban fantasy mold without having to do away with everything about them.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! >> I roleplay a fandom OC, Anand, who’s based in the Dragon Age fandom but is meant to be compatible with a wide array of fandoms. He’s not really fully formed. I’d planned on fleshing him out during the act of RP.

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? >> Sure. I’m a storyteller, not a hoarder.

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?  >> Er... I’m not sure how to answer this.

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?  >> Like, someone with a really sunny disposition? Dax Kessler is a bit like that. But he’s a mutant, so there’s also the fact that if he’s attached to you, he will literally hulk out and destroy anything that even looks like it’s trying to hurt you. ...That’s ideal, right? An attentive, good-humoured six-foot-seven genetically-modified mutant? Hell, I’d take it.

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot >> Dmitri Katin. He’s Darya’s and I love him to death. I love him like I love my own self. I would kill for Dima.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?  >> Do I have any OCs that aren’t troublemakers...? They pretty much all are, in some way or another. I’ll pick one, though... Severin Sane. He runs a bar called the Church of Ill Repute, where everyone calls him ‘Reverend’, and he’s a vampire. That all just sounds like trouble, doesn’t it. Well, it totally is.

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory  >> Siobhan Caine was born of an archangel and an archdemon, making her a very potentially-powerful nephil but also making her incredibly cursed by both factions. She was under a spell of forced celibacy for a good few centuries. It sucked. At some point she became the Mistress of a faction of darkling creatures in a particular region, House Umbra, and after some time she met this one particularly powerful and particularly determined darkling who was determined to break her curse. He did, long story short, and the Seraph who’d cursed her punished them both, but it was a short-lived punishment, and so they got complacent. Until the Seraph came back and took her away from House Umbra, and the region it was a part of was destroyed... presumably by archdemons.

Like, her story was so fucked that it’s mostly the reason I don’t use her anymore. Where do you even go from there...?

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? >> Of course. Let’s share.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? >> Oh, I don’t know. 

17. Any OC OTPs?  >> Logan Iritian’s first and strongest love is always gonna be Siran Kezerian, who’s another one of Darya’s. We had a lot of OTPs amongst our children.

18. Any OC crackships?  >> I don’t know.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) >> Man. I don’t know. They all mean a lot to me. I guess I’ll go with Doyle... well, he’s not Doyle anymore, he’s Rhys mac Keltar, because he got all his memories back and he doesn’t have to live by a borrowed name anymore. He was the first character I played in Legion of Darkness, the RP group that I met Darya in way back in 2009, and he’s gone through so much in that group. He was very loved, though, by everyone. I remember I killed him off because I needed to free up a character slot for a Faction Leader I wanted to introduce... and I immediately realised what a mistake I made because I was so distraught afterward. So the staff all made an executive decision to increase the number of character slots for staff, and thereby enable me to get Doyle back. <3 Good times. Real good times.

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? >> A lot of them do, yeah. For example, Danny Aubrey, whose musical style (and personal aesthetic, honestly) is based on Volbeat. He’s also part divine, so his voice can project to an astounding degree. That’s very helpful.

21. Your most artistic OC >> Just gonna do what I’ve been doing and name an OC at random (I have so many that inevitably there are multiple that fit a question, ok, and I’m not even using fandom OCs for this!). 

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?  >> No? I don’t know how they would get an opportunity to do that.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? >> Mistral Vane was originally a formidable giant of a demigod, a physical representation of the eternal storm... but I had him sacrifice a piece of his divinity to become human-passing, so I could use him in more RP groups. There just wasn’t a lot of playing room for a freakishly huge avatar of electricity, you know?

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? >> Any of them. All of them.

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) >> I really don’t think I have any blatantly obvious self-inserts.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?  >> Why on earth would I have to do that?

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?  >> Danny Aubrey, whom I mentioned earlier, was inspired by Danny & Lucy (11PM) by Volbeat. Part of his backstory reflects it, as does the fact that his musical style is based off the same band.

28. Your most dangerous OC?  >> Logan Iritian is pretty dangerous, considering he’s the avatar to the pure undistilled entity Ira, or Wrath (hence his name). The thing is, he hates being the Iritian. He was the Avaritian (when he hosted Avarice) once, and that was only marginally better. I think if I write him again, he’ll probably be the Luxurian (give you a hint what sin-entity that’d make him the host of), which was kind of fun to write him as for the brief time that I did.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? >> Dane Skjöld. He’s always been a shade too curious. That’s how he got trapped in a house ‘haunted’ by one of my more frightening OCs, VII, who almost eviscerated him. Luckily, Dane’s twin, Thorin, came through and saved his bacon. He got away with just a brand (the numeral “VII”, of course).

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?  >> Seth. Ramesses Set Khaldun is very sensual, as in they love being touched and touching nice things. He’d love being surrounded by stuffed animals. Just one nude blissed-out incubus buried in a mountain of enormous plushies from F.A.O. Schwartz. <3

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) >> Domenico Sauvageon would have one of those dolce-vita-lifestyle type blogs, with the fancy foods and luxury items and headless men in suits. He’d have a three-column layout with a Louis Vuitton-inspired background and his own face as his icon. But he’d also sometimes make really useful and informative posts about fashion and makeup and how to pair your wines and shit, and he’s only a snob in that he prefers the finest things -- he doesn’t snub people who can’t access those things. In fact, he loves to share. He’ll spoil you until you end up a snob just like him.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?  >> I don’t know enough about horror games to answer this. VII would make a great horror game antagonist, though, I’m sure. It’s got a bit of a Silent Hill vibe about it.

33. Your shyest OC? >> Rhys mac Keltar. Or Silas Carmichael, who can’t speak and who is very self-conscious about it.

34. Do you have any twin characters? >> Thorin and Dane, mentioned earlier. They’re... uh, also quite Lannister about it. But I’ll just leave it at that...

35. Any sibling characters?  >> Danny Aubrey has a sister, Lydia. Acheron Cruor Dane has a sister, Isolde -- but I don’t use Isolde much as an OC in her own right.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?  >> I can’t remember any that were made specifically for that, but I have plenty that turned out that way after the fact.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human  >> Oh my god, almost every character I’ve discussed in this survey has been nonhuman, or at least augmented-human.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?  >> Seth. He’s a very good and very hypnotising belly dancer.

39. Introduce any character you want  >> I’ll introduce one if someone sends me an ask with a letter in it. I’ll pick a character whose name begins with that letter or the closest letter.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! >> This whole survey is fond memories, lol.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) >> People have drawn fandom OCs of mine, but none of these guys.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?  >> Well, Danny -- Daniel Apollonius Aubrey, whose lineage includes a Greek god. Also, Zion. He’s fascinated by mythology, despite the fact that he’s a Judaic angel.

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess >> Sure. I like ‘em tall, dark-skinned, long-haired, and nonhuman/superhuman.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general >> I don’t know. I’m very attached to them all. They were so much fun to conjure, and they hold so many possible stories in their existence.

45. A character you no longer use? >> There are a lot of those-- OCs I created specifically for a certain RP group that have no real use elsewhere, OCs that never got developed enough for me to care about keeping them, OCs that were just too tropey for me to even bother with. There’s a veritable OC graveyard in the back of my mind.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? >> I don’t think so, no. Sometimes I did, though. I try to be fairer to them these days.

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?  >> Probably.

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure >> No such thing. I make monsters. Gods and monsters, one and all. Even my nice guys are monsters (Logan, for example, who’s the most affable and loyal guy imaginable, is a high-ranking demon).

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes >> Logan would fucking love them. Except he’d be the obnoxious guy to send you memes you’ve already seen a thousand times, but he just saw for the first time. Because he’s slow on the uptake.