Brina✨🪐

20y/o “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” -Albert Einstein

[mildlylethalsergeant]

Omen of Death: Part 4

a/n: I’m in a super productive mood for some reason today, so here’s part 4! I’ll probably update part 5 as well later, but I’m still working on it. anyway, have fun reading! :D

word count: 1’758

this takes place 24 hours after part 3.

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Spring of last year, Midgar.

Genesis looks up as Raven leaves the bathroom with wet hair, wearing shorts and a tank top. He’s sprawled out on his couch, having been reading LOVELESS up until now. At the sight of his girlfriend, he puts the book down on the coffee table and straightens up a bit to make space for her.

“Had a nice shower, my love?” he asks, smiling fondly as she sits down on the other side of the couch, putting her feet into his lap. She lets out a deep breath, relaxing against the soft cushions. “You bet I did. I forgot how good showers could feel when the water temperature and pressure are actually decent.” Genesis lets out a soft laugh at her answer, taking one of her feet in his hands to rub it lovingly. He cocks his head to the side, still smiling at her. “You’re right about that. Those cheap, terrible showers in Wutai were definitely not for the weak.” Raven gives him an incredulous look, playfully shoving her free foot into Genesis’ chest. “Oh, stop acting like that. You were the reason the rest of us couldn’t enjoy proper showers.”

Genesis catches her foot by the ankle only after it already made contact with his chest, now holding both of her ankles firmly in his hands. She tries to wiggle them free, but he doesn’t let up so easily. He squeezes them firmly and narrows his eyes at her, feigning offense: “Now you’re blaming me for those budget showers? What did I do to you?”

“For one, you always had to be the first person to take a shower, and you still had to follow through with your extensive beauty regimen, so you used at least the same amount of water as Sephiroth, Angeal and I did collectively, if not more. Because of that, you used most of the hot water, forcing the rest of us to take lukewarm, medium pressure showers if we were lucky. The last to take a shower usually got to take an ice cold shower with such low water pressure that it could barely rinse all the shampoo off their head,” Raven explains, watching as Genesis just rolls his eyes and scoffs at her: “You can’t expect me to not take care of myself. Personal hygiene and grooming are important.”

“They usually are, but they become quite irrelevant when your main concern is survival, which is usually the case in war. You knew that when you signed up.”

“I knew that most people tick like that, but I’m not like most people. I would rather die with a pretty face and soft, clear, velvet skin than survive looking filthy and greasy.”

Raven lets out a little chuckle, aware that Genesis is starting to get riled up. She finally manages to free her feet, putting one of them on the coffee table while propping her other foot on the couch, her leg bent. “Then what are all those blackheads on your nose about? Or the pimples on your cheeks?”

Genesis pouts and crosses his arms, letting out an annoyed huff before he raises his voice a bit: “I just spent months practically living in mud! No wonder my pores are clogged!”

“So if the mud clogged your pores and gave you blemishes, why do you use mud to try and fix it?”

“Because the mud masks I use are specially designed for skin and isn’t full of germs like the mud you find out in nature!”

“Mud masks are still natural products, not artificial.”

Genesis huffs again, looking away from Raven in silence. She keeps staring at him expectantly as he thinks of how to respond. After a few seconds, he uncrosses his arms and looks at her again. He leans in towards her, speaking in a low voice: “You are one deceitful, stunning woman. Those soft cheeks,” he cups her face and traces her features as he praises them, “and those beautiful, full lips that are softer than silk…” He trails off, his hand moving down to her collarbone.

“Then there’s these divine curves,” his other hand joins the loving motions on her other side for a second before he moves both of them down the sides of her ribcage, stopping at her waist to give it a firm squeeze.

“That gorgeous chest that narrows down into that tiny waist,” his hands continue to make their way down over her hips, “only for your silhouette to broaden again as we get closer to those perfect, wide hips that could make any man with eyes lose his mind.” He moves his hands down to her open thighs, rubbing up and down as he looks straight at her.

“You have the body of a goddess. A goddess of femininity and fertility that man would worship for milennia to come, until the end of time. You look like the definition of woman, but then you spread your legs and argue like a man.” Genesis stops his worshipping touches, getting up from the couch to head to the kitchen as he continues: “If it weren’t for your divinely feminine face and body, I would probably feel like I’m dating a man, not a woman.”

“Oh yeah?” Raven turns her head to follow Genesis with her gaze as he pours himself a glass of water. “Excuse me for being the masculine one in my relationship when I’m basically dating a princess.”

Genesis gasps and puts the glass back down before he can even take a sip, storming back over to the couch. “I beg your finest pardon?!”

To provoke Genesis even more, Raven goes on in a dramatic, high-pitched voice, acting like a damsel in distress to mock her partner: “Oh no, I touched mud! A-and I can’t do my 20 step skincare routine, only my 13 step routine! I can’t even sleep in my king-sized bed with a bunch of pillows and satin bedsheets! Instead I only have an air mattress and sleeping bag!” She keeps going, now making it sound like she’s close to crying: “Ah! There’s insects too! Does anyone have bug spray? Please, somebody help me! I’m seriously going to die if someone doesn’t get these flies and that speck of mud away from me!”

Once she’s finally done, she looks up at Genesis, who’s standing there with his mouth agape in shock, completely dumbfounded. When she realizes that he’s too stunned to speak, she explains: “That’s literally how you sound all the time. Don’t act so surprised.”

Genesis eventually recovers from his shock, quickly going back into his argument mindset. He points his finger at Raven, leaning down just a little bit as he mutters almost threateningly: “Watch your mouth, young lady. I’m older and bigger than you.” Raven just chuckles as a smirk spreads on her face, enjoying this way too much. “Hasn’t stopped me from whooping your ass before, has it? Besides, I’m your colonel, I can put you on latrine duty whenever I want to for as long as I want to.”

Genesis scoffs and shakes his head, putting both hands on his hips. He bites his lower lip for a moment before he—

“And BOOM!!! I kicked that monster’s butt and saved the little girl!” Raven is suddenly pulled out of her thoughts at the unmistakable sound of Zack’s loud exclaim, opening her eyes to see the second class SOLDIER squatting in the middle of the helicopter. The two troopers he’s been talking to look at each other, communicating their thoughts with just a single look. Raven hears Sephiroth sigh next to her as Zack grunts with each squat, sharing her annoyance. Angeal and Lazard are the only ones who seem unbothered by his antics, which Raven can’t understand at all.

“Can you shut up and sit your ass down? Some of us are trying to relax,” she orders, which makes Zack slow down. He stands up and turns around to look at her, giving her a sad, almost hurt look. “Uh, I’m sorry…” he mutters as he walks over to Angeal, sitting down next to him. His shoulders slump and he crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a defeated huff. Angeal shoots Raven a sharp look, subtly shaking his head at her. She chooses to ignore him, instead speaking up again: “Save your energy for the mission, kid,” to which Zack responds with a quiet “Yes ma’am”.

The rest of the flight to Wutai remains more or less quiet, only interrupted by the occasional chatter. Zack can’t help but notice how similar Raven and Sephiroth are, from their faces all the way down to how they’re sitting; both of them have their arms crossed, one leg thrown over the other. He can’t help but wonder whether the two are related, considering their similar appearances and mannerisms. On the other hand, the two of them are always referred to as good best friends, and he figures that word definitely would’ve spread if they were actually related. He decides against asking for now, seeing as Raven appears to be sleeping, her head lulled gently against Sephiroth’s shoulder.

Despite her outburst, Zack can’t help but look at Raven. In the moonlight, he notices the scars on her face, especially the one on her cheek. To him, she’s a bit of a mystery; all he’s ever heard about her from Angeal has been positive, that she’s one of the best friends anyone could ever imagine. And yet, she was dry and short-spoken when he tried talking to her before and in the beginning of the flight, having given up after her replies have been mostly monosyllabic. Her face is youthful, yet she has the scars of an experienced warrior and multiple strands of silver in her hair that would suggest she’s a lot older than she looks. And then there’s the fact that she’s known for not being super fond of social interaction or PDA, but now she’s openly sleeping against Sephiroth’s shoulder. The sight almost makes him a little jealous, knowing that he tried his best to win her over, only for her to be all dry and then snap at him, while Sephiroth hasn’t even exchanged a single word with her since they’d stepped on the helicopter and she’s clearly really comfortable around him. Enough to allow herself to sleep on his shoulder. His train of thought suddenly gets interrupted as Raven shifts slightly, which is when he decides to tear his eyes away from her before she catches him staring.

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[bardic-tales]

To my readers, my friends, and everyone who has followed my words across the years. . .

If you are reading this, I am writing to you from a deeply quiet, vulnerable space. I queued this post up earlier then went offline, sitting in my desk chair far too long, nursing a flare-up of my soft bones condition that has been getting harder and harder to manage this year.

My body hurts tonight, but honestly, it’s my heart that feels heavy. I just finished writing out the absolute end of the Kilonova Crisis arc, and as the final sentences clicked into place, a sudden, crushing wave of sadness washed over me. I sat back, looked at the screen, and realized I was grieving.

I think I need to talk about why finishing this specific pitch hurt so much, and why putting a period on Kayla’s story feels like closing a door I never wanted to lock.

Many of you know parts of my story, but you might not know the exact timeline of how my life and my writing collided. Back in the middle of 2020, right in the terrifying, uncertain height of the pandemic, my doctor gave me news that changed the entire trajectory of my creative life: I was ordered to stop publishing. The stress, the pressure, and the grueling physical toll of the self-publishing engine were literally threatening my life. I was dealing with severe hypertension, chronic tachycardia, a heart that beats too fast and works too hard, and a history of silent heart attacks.

Today, I take Amlodipine every single day just to keep my blood vessels open wide enough so my heart doesn't have to fight so violently to pump blood through my body. The physical reality of my health forced me to step away from the dream. I had to walk away from the market, the release schedules, and the hustle.

When that door slammed shut in 2020, Kayla’s branch was the last work-in-progress I was actively trying to published.

Kayla Grace Winters was created in 2019, birthed during a time when I still believed I could put her books on store shelves. She was meant to be the central protagonist of an original trilogy of angels and demons. In her original conception, her story was supposed to end so differently. She was the hero. She was the seer holding the line. She was supposed to have the classic protagonist's triumph, a resolution where her light prevailed and her story stood as a published monument to everything I had built.

Instead, her arc became tied to my own real-world loss of that publishing dream. Because when my health required me to pivot, Kayla’s story couldn't exist in the commercial world anymore.

She came home to Fantasy Worlds Collide, blending into the macro-cosmic tapestry alongside the characters who have walked beside me for decades. And in the brutal, tragic logic of the Kilonova Crisis, it was Bianca Moore who ultimately ended her.

There is a strange, poetic, and painful justice to that.

The original original content that Bianca belonged to in my mind was actually part of Kayla’s series. Bianca herself goes back almost thirty years, all the way to 1997. She started as a tragic scientist: a passive, mortal woman whose only narrative job was to comfort Sephiroth, grieve his fall, and die by his hand to humanize a male villain's descent. In 1997, Bianca was soft, expendable, and trapped in orbit of someone else's story.

Over nearly three decades—leading us here to 2026—Bianca evolved. Across the Pandemonix and FFVII arcs of FWC, she stopped being a witness to trauma and became its architect, vessel, and conqueror. Her hybrid bloodline became an engine of agency. Her body, once fetishized, violated, and weaponized through forced divine prophecy and medical experimentation, became a site of absolute reclamation.

Most surprisingly to me as her writer, Bianca evolved into a force of maternal sovereignty. She moved from being merely a romantic partner to Sephiroth to becoming the progenitor of a brand-new cosmic order. Her devotion to Sephiroth fractured and deepened, transforming her into a Persephone figure: a goddess of death and rebirth who doesn't just survive her suffering, but metabolizes it. She weaponized her trauma to build a world where no external force, no god, and no system could ever reduce her again.

So when it came time to write the end of the old cosmos in the Kilonova Crisis, it was only fitting that Bianca was the one who ended Kayla. The character who began in 1997 as a sacrificial lamb became the god-queen who closed the chapter on the protagonist I created in 2019.

Seeing Kayla’s line end under Bianca’s cosmic horizon feels like mourning the author I was trying to be before my body said no more. It feels like grieving the publishing dream I had to surrender for the sake of my physical survival.

But this isn't where we stop.

The end of the Kilonova Crisis marks the end of an eons-long era, but it opens the door to what comes next: The Godling Arc. This next chapter turns its focus entirely to Bianca, Sephiroth, and their twins. It is an exploration of what happens after the fire: how a mother who devoured the old, broken universe nurtures a new reality for her children. It is about regenerative love, rebalancing identity, stopping generational abuse of a toxic mother, and creating a sanctuary out of the ash.

I am learning to do that in my own life, too. I may not be publishing commercially, and I may have to step away from my desk to rest my bones more than I like and let my heart beat easy under the care of my medication. But the story isn't dead. It just lives here now, with us, in this quiet and dedicated space.

I wrote Bianca’s trajectory hoping her strength would mean something to anyone who has ever survived trauma, chronic illness, or the painful necessity of rewriting their own life's plan. She shows us that even when we are broken, weaponized, or rewritten by circumstances beyond our control, we can still take the pieces of what we’ve suffered and build something that belongs entirely to us.

Thank you for reading, for understanding the grief behind these characters, and for walking this nearly thirty-year path with me.

You are all so deeply loved. Take care of yourselves, rest when your bodies tell you to, and I will see you in the Godling Arc's pitch tomorrow.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

I haven’t read the Kilonova Crisis yet, but I’m planning on doing it soon. I’m making this post to hopefully give you a different perspective on the grief you’re dealing with, using the topic of kilonovae and stars in general. Before I start, I want you to know that I’m really sorry that you had to step back from publishing due to your health. I can only imagine what that must feel like, but I’m proud of you for finding the power to finish Kayla’s story, even if it’s not what you originally had in mind. I know I probably would’ve thrown everything away and given up if I were in your position, so I really admire you for being able to get accustomed to the changes your health brought on you. You should be proud of yourself too, if you ask me. I suck at comforting people in a “normal” way, which is why I’ll try to bring you at least a bit of comfort with the topic of astrophysics for now.

I want to start with Bianca and make my way from there. The way you described her journey from what she originally was to what she is now today and her having ended Kayla really reminds me of the Sun, or sun-like stars in general. Before I really get into the physics, I want you to know that the Sun holds a very special place in my heart, more than other topics in astrophysics. I wrote my first ever research paper as part of my finals about the Sun, more specifically about sunspots. That process is what inspired me to get a tattoo of the Sun, and it really taught me a lot of stuff from my future.

The Sun is the reason we even get to live on this planet; it gives us the light and warmth we and all other organisms need to live, it keeps us on our trajectory, and its magnetic field helps protect us from cosmic rays. The magnetic field of the Sun not only keeps us safe, but it also leads to fascinating and beautiful phenomena such as sunspots, solar flares, coronal mass ejections, solar wind, and more. Solar winds are what causes the beautiful auroras we can see at the north and south poles, there have even been days in 2024 where we even had auroras here in Switzerland due to the Sun’s increased activity, perhaps you’ve seen them too from wherever you’re from. All in all, the Sun is what allows us to live, protects us and gives us really neat phenomena to observe, so the Sun must be all-good, right? Not exactly. In 1859, strong auroras were observed all over the Earth and at the same time, sparking telegraph wires were reported, some wires even caught fire. The reason was a geomagnetic storm caused by a coronal mass ejection. This incident is called the Carrington Event and if it happened today, our satellites would take damage and we might experience severe electrical outages here on Earth that could last months. A coronal mass ejection strong enough could probably kill everything on Earth, but that’s extremely unlikely to happen. My point is: the Sun is what allows us to live, but it could also kill us. The Sun will kill us one day.

As the Sun expands to eventually turn into a red giant, temperatures on Earth will increase to the point where the planet becomes inhabitable. The Sun might even swallow our planet if it becomes big enough. The same star that allowed life on Earth in the first place will be the one to make it inhabitable again. It’s almost poetic, in a way.

The Sun fuses hydrogen into helium to create energy, which is the process that allows the Sun to be in a state of hydrostatic equilibrium, where the force of the energy produced is enough to counteract the Sun’s gravity, which is why the Sun doesn’t just collapse in on itself. But the Sun’s hydrogen reserves are limited, so it will run out of fuel one day. As it dies, the then red giant will shed layer by layer, turning into a planetary nebula. However, the Sun’s death allows a new star to live, more specifically a white dwarf.

This is how a star’s life cycle works in general: A protostar is born, it turns into a stable star, it grows, runs out of fuel, dies, and allows something new to come alive. Not all stars die like the Sun, only low mass, sun-like stars do. The life cycle of massive stars (more than 8 to 10 times the mass of the sun) is similar to the Sun’s, the main difference is how they “die”. As mentioned before, sun-like stars eject their gases and form planetary nebulae, but massive stars die in a much more violent way: Supernova. As massive stars run out of fuel, they don’t produce enough energy to counteract their own gravity anymore, which is why they implode and then suddenly explode violently, sending their matter barreling through space. What’s left is a type of nebula called supernova remnant, a famous example would be the crab nebula. Through supernovae, neutron stars and black holes are formed, both of which are unfathomably dense. Black holes are so dense that not even light can escape their intense gravitational field. Neutron stars are a bit less dense, but still incredibly dense. Imagine you take the weight of the entire human population, which is approximately 500 million tonnes, and compress that into a sugar cube. That’s how heavy a neutron star sugar cube would be.

To take a quick break from physics, I want to go back to Bianca for a moment. You described her as a goddess of death and rebirth, which I think matches my association with her and the Sun, but I would expand it to stars in general. Stars are masters at dying and allowing something new to come alive, like you might have figured out by now. I personally love to think of Bianca this way because Sephiroth summoned a supernova in the original game. I don’t exactly know how to explain it, but it’s the thought of Sephiroth’s partner as something metaphorical of a star while he (or more specifically Safer Sephiroth if I’m not mistaken) can summon an exploding star as an attack in battle that I really enjoy. Maybe you’ll be able to do more with this than I can, since you know the two of them better than I do.

Now that I’ve established the entire Bianca and star metaphor, I want to move on to kilonovae. As a quick reminder, supernovae can produce neutron stars and black holes, depending on the mass of the star. If two neutron stars or a neutron star and a black hole orbit each other closely, they’ll eventually merge, causing a kilonova. I don’t know too much about kilonovae apart from that they produce gravitational waves and heavy elements, such as gold. However, this is enough knowledge for me to finally come to my point.

In order for a kilonova to be possible, at least two massive stars need to die in order to produce the necessary neutron stars and black holes and they need to be close enough to merge. If that never happened, we wouldn’t have gold. Every time a star dies, something new comes into existence, something that’s just as beautiful and interesting as the star it came from. In fact, we wouldn’t have any elements except hydrogen, helium and lithium, which were formed during the big bang, if no star has ever died. Thus, we wouldn’t exist. We wouldn’t have carbon or oxygen, two of the most important elements for life to exist. So, a star’s death may be unfortunate, but it’s necessary for us. Kayla’s death at the end of the kilonova crisis understandably causes you grief because it reminds you of what happened in 2020. I think of it this way: if your chapter as a publishing author hadn’t ended, the kilonova wouldn’t have been possible. Kayla might have ended in the way you originally planned, in a book on bookstore shelves, but there wouldn’t have been the kilonova (crisis). As I said before, kilonovae produce gold, one of the most expensive materials on Earth.

Kayla’s end may remind you of the end of your writing career, but it led to the kilonova that produced gold. You can use that gold and all the other elements that have been produced by various other stars’ deaths and turn it into something really cool, namely the Godling Arc. In case I talked too much physics for you to understand what I want to say, I’ll try to put it into words: It’s a very normal part of life that some things have to end, even stars experience it. While some ends can be devastating to us, every end has the power to produce something new and it’s up to us to make the most of it by using whatever the “end” has given us to create something new, perhaps even something as valuable as gold. I’m really proud of you for seeing that despite having to give up your career as a publishing author for your health, you managed to make the best of it and create things that otherwise might not have been created. You’re doing great, my friend!🫂🫶🏼

[mildlylethalsergeant]

Omen of Death: Part 3

a/n: here’s part 3, the ending was heavily rushed LMAO. I didn’t proofread this or anything, so keep that in mind in case you see any mistakes.

word count: 999

this takes place in the evening after part 2.

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Sephiroth checks the time on his phone for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, still waiting for Raven to return from her mission. It’s almost 8PM, and she was supposed to return more than two hours ago. He contemplates calling her, but the sound of footsteps with a deeply familiar rhythm makes him look up. He puts his phone away and turns to face Raven as she rounds the corner, approaching him.

“Looks like you’ve decided to bless us with your lovely presence after all, Kat. It’s a miracle,” Sephiroth teases Raven with a soft, playful smirk, making her roll her eyes. “Says the diva who takes ages washing his hair,” she gives him a small smile and opens the door to her office. “And don’t even try to hit me with the length argument. My hair also reaches my hips and I take five minutes to wash mine at most.”

Sephiroth follows her into her office and sits down on the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table in front of him while Raven starts putting her things away. “That is true, but my hair is still longer than yours. Due to your… compromised height, the distance between your hips and your head is shorter than the distance between mine.”

Raven stops in her tracks and turns towards him with a glare on her face. She just stares at him before defending herself: “Well I have more hair and mine is thicker, so we technically have a very similar amount of hair in terms of mass. Oh, and before you think of calling me short again, just remember that our height difference is the only reason I haven’t mopped the floor with you yet.”

With a chuckle, Sephiroth raises his hands in the air, admitting defeat. He watches her put her stuff away in silence, before asking: “What did you and Angeal talk about this morning before you left?” Raven walks over to the couch to sit down next to him, getting comfortable to try and relax a bit. “Well he basically implied that you and I might have showered together, then he asked what I think of Zack and if I think he could make the cut for first class. Why, did he mention something while I was gone?”

“Hmph,” Sephiroth huffs softly. “He didn’t mention you or anything. He did, however, inform me during lunch that he has officially recommended Zack for first to the director and that he’s sending Zack to hopefully finish the mission in Wutai tomorrow.”

“Wutai?!” Raven exclaims, sitting up straight. “He’s sending a second class to Wutai? Has he lost it or what?”

“It is quite spontaneous, both the mission and promotion. The director asked for my assistance in Wutai, too.”

“Sending you I can get behind, but Zack? That’s just careless, especially on such short notice. Angeal and the director should be aware that it’s not a bad idea to give some preparation time before deployments like these.” Raven complains, clearly getting worked up. Sephiroth shrugs, not too bothered by the situation. “It’s not Zack I’m worried about,” He explains, “it’s the director. He’s going with them for a performance review or something.”

At those words, Raven looks at Sephiroth with an exasperated, incredulous expression for a second. She then rolls her eyes and stands up, walking to the door. Before leaving, she stops in her tracks and says: “Just… Go home, Seph. I’ll come join you for dinner later. I have some business to take care of.”

“Watch your mouth when you talk to him, Kat. See you soon,” Sephiroth responds as he watches her take off, knowing what she’s about to do.

— A few minutes later, in the director’s office —

“Do you have a death wish or are you just downright stupid?” Raven barks as she stomps towards Lazard’s desk, who quietly apologizes to whoever is on the phone before hanging up. She stops right in front of his desk and leans on her hands, waiting for him to explain. Without meeting her intense stare, he answers lowly: “I assume you found out about the Wutai assignment.”

“At least you know what this is about,” she stands back up, starting to pace. “What kind of demon has possessed you to go to Wutai? Is someone threatening you to go?”

“No, Raven,” he starts, “it’s for Zack’s promotion. I need to review his performance.”

“There’s this thing called ‘training sim’, that might be a little safer,” Raven stops pacing and starts gesturing, her voice raising a little bit. “You’re a damn civilian! Wutai is an active warzone, you can’t go there!”

“I’ll have troops to protect me, don’t worry.”

“Those troops are either rookies who can’t aim their gun straight or they have three kids waiting for them at home. They’re not goot options for protection.”

“They’re good enough for me.”

“Not for me,” she states firmly, “I’m coming with you. Whether you like it or not.”

The director raises an eyebrow in a mix of shock and curiosity. “Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because I’ve spent years fighting in the war and know those terrains like the back of my hand, for one. You’re way safer with me than some troops who only know that we’re at war with Wutai. My second reason is that this mission is lacking critical planning and preparation, so who knows what could go wrong. I can handle anything you throw my way, troops can’t.”

“I suppose there’s no point in arguing with you,” Lazard sighs. “Fine, then. If you really can’t leave it, you can tag along. Thank you for your help.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You can thank me once we’re back from Wutai and you’re unharmed. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Don’t make any other idiotic decisions at least for now, please.”

Raven scoffs and shakes her head in disappointment, walking away. The director just rubs his forehead and sighs before going back to his paperwork.

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[mildlylethalsergeant]

Omen of Death: Part 2

a/n: for part 2 I decided to show a little interaction between angeal and raven. I originally planned on adding some more stuff, but I’ll do that in another part. either way, I hope you enjoy!

word count: 1018 words

this takes place approximately 2-3 weeks after part 1.

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After a rough training session, Angeal, Raven, and Sephiroth find themselves in the locker room, getting ready for work. Angeal is sitting on the bench in his uniform, skin still damp with sweat as he waits for the other two to finish their showers. All of a sudden, he’s pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of something clattering against the metal locker beside him, jumping slightly at the sudden, loud noise. His eyes dart towards the bottle of body wash that’s now lying on the bench before they move higher, seeing Raven walk towards her locker.

“What the hell was that for?” Angeal implores with a stunned expression on his face as Raven opens her locker to put her towel and body wash away. “Good morning, space cadet.” She takes out her shirt and shoots Angeal a knowing glare before he can say anything, pulling her shirt over her head. “Before you ask about my honor, I left it in my other pants this morning.”

“Ah, so you’re in that kind of mood today, huh? Glad to know you didn’t lose your honor, at least,” he teases with a half-smile, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Raven keeps on getting dressed, continuing with her pants. Despite Angeal’s playful attitude, she catches on to the sass underneath his teasing remark. As she zips up her pants, she inquires: “This about Genesis again?”

Angeal shifts uncomfortably on the bench, diverting his gaze from his coworker with a heavy sigh. “Can’t keep anything from you, can I?” he mutters, knowing that she saw right through him. “You weren’t exactly subtle about it,” Raven gives him a quick glance before picking up her boots and sitting down next to him. “Sitting here sulking like that and then making that remark about losing honor. You’re like an open book, Angeal.”

“I suppose you have a point,” Angeal admits, glancing over towards the showers. “Sephiroth’s taking an awfully long time, is he alright?” At his question, Raven lets out a scoff and shoots him a shocked look. “Are you seriously asking me that?” Angeal looks over at her, dumbfounded and a bit confused. They share a second of silent eye contact before he answers: “Yes I am? You’re the one who went showering with him, if anyone knows how he’s doing it’d be you.” Raven lets out another scoff: “No, I went showering at the same time as he did, but I didn’t go showering with him.” She returns to putting her boots on and zipping them up. “We didn’t share a stall, dimwit.”

Angeal rolls his eyes at Raven, groaning at her attitude. Despite his annoyance, he cracks a small smile at her joshing. “You weren’t kidding when you said you left your honor in your other pants today. And how would I know if you shared a stall or not? For all I know, you clearly don’t mind getting intimate with your coworkers, considering you and Genesis were a thing.“

Raven’s face contorts into an expression of disgust at Angeal’s words as she finishes putting on her shoes. She stands up from the bench and turns towards her locker, taking out her coat as she talks: “The difference is that Genesis and I didn’t grow up together, but Sephiroth and I did. He’s like a brother to me, so I would never go down that road with him. And to answer your question, Sephiroth is probably taking so long because he has to wash his hair.” Angeal chuckles at her answer, but the beeping of his phone interrupts him before he can say anything. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the notification.

“It’s Zack,” Angeal explains. “And I didn’t ask,” Raven responds, which earns her a stunned, slightly offended look from Angeal. She notices his expression, but doesn’t apologize for her words. “You don’t have to tell me who’s texting you,” she says as she puts her gloves on, “I’m not nosy like Genesis. Thought you’d know by now.”

“I do know, it’s just a habit I suppose. Actually, since I mentioned Zack, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Angeal looks at Raven expectantly as she closes her locker, fidgeting with the phone in his hands. She gestures for him to go on as she starts packing her bag. “What do you think of him? Think he’s got what it takes to become first class?”

Raven shuts her locker and turns towards Angeal, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Well I hardly know the kid, I trust you to know whether he’s ready for that promotion or not. If you really want my opinion, I’ll tell you.” Angeal gives her a short ‘please’ in response, which is all she needs to go on: “I think he’s a naive, happy-go-lucky kid who has his mind all over the place and writes the worst mission reports in our entire military. His performance reports are pristine, so he’s definitely got the muscles to become first. What he’s lacking is brains, and spending his free time doing squats clearly doesn’t grow his thinking muscles.”

Angeal chuckles at her honest response, definitely not too surprised. He leans back against his locker and crosses his arms, smirking at her. “That’s quite harsh, don’t you think? You’ve never interacted with him, maybe you should give him a chance. He’s not as bad as you think.” Raven lets out a soft scoff at his words as she turns to leave, looking at Angeal as she speaks: “I hope not. Either way, I’ve gotta go. Lazard assigned me to a mission on pretty short notice.”

“I understand. Go and do your thing before he benches you for being late.” Angeal says with a smile as he watches her go. “He wouldn’t dare, so no worries. I’ll see you around.”

Angeal looks at the door as she closes it behind her, letting his gaze linger for a few seconds before he opens his student’s message: ‘Hey Angwal is Gongaga really on a different condiment than Midgar?’

Angeal can only manage a sigh.

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taglist: @bardic-tales

[oc-qotd]

Share a drawing/sketch/reference pic of your character!

[bardic-tales]

This is my child OC, Lucien, and his canon uncle, Genesis. It was a quick sketch.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

awwww they’re so sweet together😭❤️ I love lucien already! I think it looks amazing, especially because it’s a quick sketch!

I decided to experiment with charcoals on procreate and figured I could draw raven for that purpose. it barely looks like her or the sketch I made back in may, but I think it brings her vibe across pretty well. I might try to draw her again sometime, but I draw maybe twice a year so I don’t know when next time will be😅 I might turn it into a mugshot pic just because it matches her expression LMAO

edit: I just realized I forgot to draw her scars😭

[bardic-tales]

Thank you! Maybe, I'll colorize it one day, but there is not enough time in the day for everything I want and need to do! Even with me basically being a housewife due to health reasons.

You are so talented, and I love her so much already. It's always so fun to experiment with new brushes / techniques. 💙

Mug shot? I say she just is a serious lady. lol ☺️

[mildlylethalsergeant]

I understand where you’re coming from with the time thing, I’m pretty much dealing with the same thing. I’m luckily on break right now and since I’m starting university in autumn, I don’t have to do anything or worry about any assignments, yet I still struggle to fit all my plans into one day. I feel like an additional 5-10 hours would be so much better. also, I really hope you get better soon!🫶🏼🫂

I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying raven so far, even though I’ve barely posted about her yet😅 I’ll try to finish writing and post the second part later, but I might have to do that tomorrow since it’s almost bedtime for me. she definitely is a serious lady, but I can’t blame her. she did get her rbf and serious attitude from vincent, after all. I’m excited to share some more stuff about her and maybe discuss some things with you, it’s just incredibly difficult to really talk about her without spoiling what’s to come, considering that I haven’t posted much about her yet :(

[bardic-tales]

Oh. Good luck with your schooling. My daughter goes into her 2nd year in the fall. Thank you for the well wishes.

I'm just glad to hype up everyone's OCs, headcanons, drawnings. I really love to spread joy into our fandom, since I've been here so long. I'm like one of those Old Guards who really knows FF7 inside and out but I just love to see everyone's interpretations and things. ☺️

I was talking to a friend earlier about spoiling things. I have so much articles and stuff over here for FWC and the AUs that I just am like now 'here you go'. This is what is on my mind today. Enjoy the trainwreck and spoilers.

I'm always here, ready to talk and gush about Raven when you get to it. ☺️

[mildlylethalsergeant]

thank you so much! I’m really looking forward to studying physics and I hope I can connect my studies to ff7, raven and all this fandom stuff in general :) one thing I’m really excited for is the ending of revelation with meteor and all that, since I’m really into astrophysics. one thing I’ve also thought of was trying to explain the remake timelines with quantum physics, since I’m also pretty interested in that. what I do know is that I’ll have quite some fun expanding on the entire science stuff in my au, even if I won’t write about it too much.

I love seeing your interactions with the fandom, even if I’m a bit of a lurker😅 I’m really trying to come out of my shell a little and having people like you in the fandom really helps! I think it’s also really cool to see your opinion as a ff7 veteran when it comes to my interpretations or interpretations of those who haven’t been in the fandom too long :D

if you ever have any questions or want to talk about raven or anything, please feel free to reach out in any way! I love yapping about the ff7 universe😄

[oc-qotd]

Share a drawing/sketch/reference pic of your character!

[bardic-tales]

This is my child OC, Lucien, and his canon uncle, Genesis. It was a quick sketch.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

awwww they’re so sweet together😭❤️ I love lucien already! I think it looks amazing, especially because it’s a quick sketch!

I decided to experiment with charcoals on procreate and figured I could draw raven for that purpose. it barely looks like her or the sketch I made back in may, but I think it brings her vibe across pretty well. I might try to draw her again sometime, but I draw maybe twice a year so I don’t know when next time will be😅 I might turn it into a mugshot pic just because it matches her expression LMAO

edit: I just realized I forgot to draw her scars😭

[bardic-tales]

Thank you! Maybe, I'll colorize it one day, but there is not enough time in the day for everything I want and need to do! Even with me basically being a housewife due to health reasons.

You are so talented, and I love her so much already. It's always so fun to experiment with new brushes / techniques. 💙

Mug shot? I say she just is a serious lady. lol ☺️

[mildlylethalsergeant]

I understand where you’re coming from with the time thing, I’m pretty much dealing with the same thing. I’m luckily on break right now and since I’m starting university in autumn, I don’t have to do anything or worry about any assignments, yet I still struggle to fit all my plans into one day. I feel like an additional 5-10 hours would be so much better. also, I really hope you get better soon!🫶🏼🫂

I’m really glad you’ve been enjoying raven so far, even though I’ve barely posted about her yet😅 I’ll try to finish writing and post the second part later, but I might have to do that tomorrow since it’s almost bedtime for me. she definitely is a serious lady, but I can’t blame her. she did get her rbf and serious attitude from vincent, after all. I’m excited to share some more stuff about her and maybe discuss some things with you, it’s just incredibly difficult to really talk about her without spoiling what’s to come, considering that I haven’t posted much about her yet :(

[oc-qotd]

Share a drawing/sketch/reference pic of your character!

[bardic-tales]

This is my child OC, Lucien, and his canon uncle, Genesis. It was a quick sketch.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

awwww they’re so sweet together😭❤️ I love lucien already! I think it looks amazing, especially because it’s a quick sketch!

I decided to experiment with charcoals on procreate and figured I could draw raven for that purpose. it barely looks like her or the sketch I made back in may, but I think it brings her vibe across pretty well. I might try to draw her again sometime, but I draw maybe twice a year so I don’t know when next time will be😅 I might turn it into a mugshot pic just because it matches her expression LMAO

edit: I just realized I forgot to draw her scars😭

[mildlylethalsergeant]

Omen of Death: Part 1

a/n: here’s the first part of my fic about my ff7 oc! I did not proofread this or prepare it in any way, so there might be some mistakes or things that don’t make sense lol. in any case, I hope you enjoy!

word count: 821

this takes place before crisis core, one or two days after genesis’ disappearance.

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“You wanted to see me?” Raven’s voice pulls Lazard out of his thoughts. He looks up and sees her approaching his desk, wearing her usual, serious expression. He gives her a curt nod and sets his pen down as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Thank you for showing up on such short notice, especially after your works hours. Please excuse my late call.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Raven shakes her head, “I’m working overtime anyway. What did you need?” Lazard leans back in his chair with a soft chuckle. “Always right to the point, eh? Well, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about Genesis. I wanted to see if you knew anything that could help us.”

Raven takes a deep breath and looks away for a moment, before returning her intense stare to the director. “I’ve told you everything I know. Just because I’m his ex doesn’t mean I can read his mind.”

“I know, Raven, but I’m not asking for facts. I want to know what you think led to his disappearance.” At his words, Raven lets out a soft scoff, “Calling in your colonel to ask for her conspiracy theories at 2300 won’t bring Genesis back, I hope you know that.” Lazard sighs and leans forward again, resting his clasped hands on his desk. His eyes show a hint of desperation, matched with dark circles under his eyes. “Can you really call it a ‘conspiracy theory’ when it’s your theory? Your intelligence and ability to see through anything and anyone should be enough to make your ‘conspiracy theories’ at least a little plausible. So please, tell me what you think.”

“If you really think that it’ll help you, fine. I think Hollander is behind this.” The director’s eyebrows shoot up and he motions for her to continue. Raven walks over to one of the tables and leans against it, crossing her arms again before she starts: “Something about that man has always been off to me. What really did it for me was when Genesis came to him about his degradation and he claimed that Sephiroth wasn’t a viable blood donor. There was no reason for it, their blood types match and Sephiroth was in peak condition. The others just accepted that answer and went on with their lives.” She lets out a sigh and lets her gaze fall to the floor. Lazard watches her quietly as he rests his chin on his hand, giving her a moment to think.

“I visited him in his lab afterwards and asked why Sephiroth wasn’t a viable donor. The best he could give me was ‘oh he just… isn’t- uh, viable, you know’. I asked him which blood levels led him to believe that, and he just said ‘the viability marker things’. Talk about some bullshit.”

The director takes a deep breath and shifts in his seat. “Did you ever get the truth?”

“No,” Raven replies sharply, “he would never admit it. Sephiroth is a perfectly viable donor, Hollander just didn’t want to transfuse Genesis with Sephiroth’s blood. Either because he wants to see Genesis degrade even further or because he’s so jealous of Hojo that he won’t touch Sephiroth out of spite. Either way, I wouldn’t put it past him to manipulate Genesis into deserting or even abduct him for his own agenda.”

“That’s…”, Lazard begins, “Certainly an idea.” Raven scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You wanted my conspiracy theory, so you got it. Do with it whatever you will.” She stands up and adjusts her coat. “Do you need anything else from me?”

“No, you’re dismissed. I hope you have fun doing your paperwork.” Lazard says sarcastically as he picks up his pen. Raven lets out a soft chuckle and responds with a quick ‘sure’. She turns to leave, but she stops after a few steps. “One last thing.” she says as turns around to face him. His eyes meet hers, but her gaze is unusually soft. “Don’t blame yourself. I know you’re catching a lot of heat because a first class SOLDIER and several seconds and thirds went AWOL on your mission, but this isn’t your fault. You gave Genesis your orders, and he went against them. This is on him, not you. We’ll get him back, and when we do, there will be disciplinary action against him. As your colonel, please know that I see it as my duty to assist you through this. As your friend, take care of yourself, and get some sleep. Punishing yourself like this won’t do you any good and it certainly won’t bring back Genesis.”

Lazard looks at Raven with a soft expression on his face, clearly a little shocked, yet grateful for her words. She holds eye contact as Lazard responds: “Thank you, Raven. I’ll do everything within my power.” She gives him a small, soft smile as she turns to leave.

“Good night, Lazard.”

“Good night, Raven.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

taglist: @bardic-tales

[mildlylethalsergeant]

after quite some procrastination, I finally managed to get myself together and write the most important stuff about my ff7 crisis core oc, raven :D some stuff might not be lore accurate but that’s because I changed a few things for my au, so just keep that in mind. I might add some stuff later on or write fics about her, but I’ll see about that. for now, I hope you enjoy! :3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Full name: Katherine Valentine

Alias: Raven

Age: 25

Sex/Gender: Female

Occupation: SOLDIER first class

Height: 165cm

Body type: Athletic

Skin tone: Fair

Hair color: Black with multiple silver strands

Eye color: Mako

Details: Has multiple scars, some of her eyelashes are silver. Many people say she looks like a female version of Sephiroth.

Clothes: SOLDIER 1st class uniform with a black leather coat and black leather pants

Personality:

Raven is a reserved, intelligent, honest, and well meaning woman. She can come off as serious, sarcastic, and sometimes a little rude to those she isn’t close with, but she doesn’t usually mean it. If she does mean it, she will tell the person in question straight up that she doesn’t like them. Around her friends, Angeal, Genesis, Sephiroth, and Zack, she tends to warm up and allow herself to be vulnerable. She cares a lot about her loved ones despite seeming indifferent on the surface. Many people look up to her for her skills as a SOLDIER and her natural leadership qualities. A lot of girls and women idolize her for her success in a male-dominated field like the military.

Abilities:

Despite her shorter stature, her strength and combat skills are comparable to those of the other 1st class SOLDIERs. She is extremely efficient and quick with her katana, but she is also incredibly talented with knives and guns. She’s able to cast magic without using materia, but she prefers physical combat. She spends a lot of time training her strength and skills, which pays off. There have been several instances where she managed to beat Genesis or Angeal during a spar, if there weren’t such a large size difference between them, she would be able to beat Sephiroth too.

Backstory:

Raven spent the first few years of her life living with her father, Vincent Valentine, in Nibelheim. Her mother, Lucrecia Crescent, had passed away shortly after Raven’s birth, leaving Vincent to be a single father. At first, Hojo had been unaware that Lucrecia had a second child, but he found out when Raven was three years old, which led to her being taken from Vincent and brought to Midgar, where she’d grow up in the labs alongside Sephiroth. She was inconsolable at first, but she and Sephiroth started to warm up to each other. That didn’t make her any less upset, however; at one point, she snapped at Hojo and demanded he take her back to her father. She attacked him physically and left him with scratches and bruises, which made him realize that she, like Sephiroth, had the potential of being turned into a weapon. That’s how she started being trained to become SOLDIER.

Throughout her childhood, Raven was doubted by Hojo, simply because of her gender. He would try to keep her under control by putting Sephiroth in charge of missions, but when he felt uncomfortable or failed to fulfill the leadership role that had been expected of him, she would take charge to take some weight off his shoulders. Because she would take over as leader so naturally, she was assigned an officer rank pretty early on in her career. At age 16, she got into a relationship with fellow SOLDIER Genesis Rhapsodos, which lasted 3 years in total.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

and yeah that’s pretty much the most important stuff! her backstory includes the events up until the beginning of crisis core, but I might add the rest later or share it turning it into a fanfic. if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

@bardic-tales

[peony-pearl]

THIS IS AN OC CHECKPOINT

give me 1 cool fact about your oc RIGHT NOW

[mildlylethalsergeant]

ok so raven is SOLDIER first class and an absolute badass but she literally doesn’t know how to tie shoelaces so all of her shoes either have velcro or zippers or buckles on them. she taught zack a lot of stuff about being soldier and all but he ends up being the one who has to teach that 25 year old woman how to tie her damn shoes

[bardic-tales]

Raven being an absolute, top-tier SOLDIER First Class badass who can decimate enemies but completely meets her match against a pair of standard shoelaces is the absolute peak of endearing character logic. The hilarious dynamic of a twenty-five-year-old elite warrior navigating a world of velcro, zippers, and buckles—only for Zack to become the ultimate mentor in the legendary art of shoe-tying—is pure comedic gold.

It adds such a delightfully human, charmingly chaotic flaw to an otherwise unstoppable powerhouse, making her instantly unforgettable. Can't wait to read more about your Raven.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

I’m glad you like it so far :) I might finally make a post about her with the most important stuff later, I’ve been wanting to do it for ages now

[bardic-tales]

Awesome! I'll be excited to read it if you do make it. If you do, feel free to tag me so I don't miss it. My dash tends to fly by since I follow so many blogs. ☺️

[mildlylethalsergeant]

alright, I’ll do that :)

[peony-pearl]

THIS IS AN OC CHECKPOINT

give me 1 cool fact about your oc RIGHT NOW

[mildlylethalsergeant]

ok so raven is SOLDIER first class and an absolute badass but she literally doesn’t know how to tie shoelaces so all of her shoes either have velcro or zippers or buckles on them. she taught zack a lot of stuff about being soldier and all but he ends up being the one who has to teach that 25 year old woman how to tie her damn shoes

[bardic-tales]

Raven being an absolute, top-tier SOLDIER First Class badass who can decimate enemies but completely meets her match against a pair of standard shoelaces is the absolute peak of endearing character logic. The hilarious dynamic of a twenty-five-year-old elite warrior navigating a world of velcro, zippers, and buckles—only for Zack to become the ultimate mentor in the legendary art of shoe-tying—is pure comedic gold.

It adds such a delightfully human, charmingly chaotic flaw to an otherwise unstoppable powerhouse, making her instantly unforgettable. Can't wait to read more about your Raven.

[mildlylethalsergeant]

I’m glad you like it so far :) I might finally make a post about her with the most important stuff later, I’ve been wanting to do it for ages now

[altocat]

I just know that if First Soldier ever gets an official adaptation, Miniroth's fourteen year old English dub voice is gonna be super edgy and deep and it's gonna throw me the fuck off big time lmao

Square please just give me Squeakyroth. Just once djdjdjdkdkxkzkskskdnjd

[mildlylethalsergeant]

if we don’t get Squeakyroth I at least want him to have the worst voice cracks the VA can manage. that would be so adorable tbh

[peony-pearl]

THIS IS AN OC CHECKPOINT

give me 1 cool fact about your oc RIGHT NOW

[mildlylethalsergeant]

ok so raven is SOLDIER first class and an absolute badass but she literally doesn’t know how to tie shoelaces so all of her shoes either have velcro or zippers or buckles on them. she taught zack a lot of stuff about being soldier and all but he ends up being the one who has to teach that 25 year old woman how to tie her damn shoes

[atariixx]

Woodcock!reader (aka the meep 🤷‍♀️ bird)

The urn weighed heavy in Price's hands, his physical strength no match for the mental significance of what he was currently holding. His sergeant. The same sergeant he had failed to protect.

Oh, Johnny...

How they all missed him and grieved every day since he was killed.

He felt Simon's hand on his shoulder and Kyle's gently covering his. "We have to let him go," the sergeant had said, his voice strained as if he didn't want to say it at all. "It's what he'd want."

Meep.

The three men slowly turned their gazes down and to the left where a bird (you.) sat.

Meep.

You made the noise again, your little shoulders or wings or whatever the fuck you had doing a little shrug.

"What the fuck." Simon bluntly said, more of a statement than a question. You, in return, looked him dead in the eyes and--

Meep.

"Alright," Price cut in, holding out the urn and preparing to spread the ashes. He took a breath before he tried to continue. "Johnny, we-"

Meep.

"I'm gonna shoot this fucking bird," Kyle muttered, dragging a hand down his face as he suppressed a smile. He was exasperated, sure, but he also seemed two seconds away from bursting out with laughter.

"Do it," Simon agreed with a nod, though he too was sporting a rare smile. Maybe this was Johnny telling them to not take his death too harshly. Maybe this was Johnny saying that he was still watching over them.

(They don't have to know that you're just a normal bird that decided to crash the funeral)

Well, Simon could only hope.

Meep.

Price inhaled, a chuckle making its way out of him before he began to speak again. "We love you, Johnny--" Meep. "--and we'll make you proud, Sergeant." Price, with the help of Kyle and Simon, poured the ashes off of the cliff and watched the particles filter and fly away into the breeze.

They all shared a happy little moment, watching the sunset with an air of levity despite the grief. It was perfect, even without Johnny.

Meep.

You quickly made yourself known again, and their eyes all turned to look at you. Kyle, without warning, leaned down and snatched you and straight-up just chucked you off the cliff.

You meeped in protest before finally gaining your balance and flying away.

Price and Simon turned to look at Kyle. "Damn," Simon said calmly, as if he didn't just watch Kyle chuck a bird. Price just chuckled gruffly, shaking his head.

The three began to make their way back to the jeep they arrived in, Price hopping in the driver's seat while Simon took shotgun and Kyle in the back. The drive was silent, before--

Meep.

You were sitting almost smugly on the seat next to Kyle.

"Oh, what the fuck."

[targetedknowledge]

[mildlylethalsergeant]

my favorite dickheads <3

[mildlylethalsergeant]

thought of texting my teacher that I unfortunately can’t come to school because I have a 30cm (1 foot in freedom units) wound on my thigh that’s looking a little black. kind of a dramatic description for a fresh tattoo but nobody’s gotta know