Jenova, But With Sass

RP blog for Jenova, but a slightly more down-to-earth version of the Calamity from the Skies. Icon by @gengen-art. (If you need me, find me on my main @idridian)

[sassy-jenova]

''No matter what the future holds for us I just want you to know that I've enjoyed your company and serving you. I tell you this because I have a gut feeling that something bad is going to happen... I really do hope I'm wrong...''

“Mmmh. Something bad? We’ll see, we’ll see. But all bad things pass eventually, do they not? Sooner or later. And we will still be here when they do”

[sassy-jenova]

She took in a deep breath and exhaled anxiously. It had been a while since she had visited her Goddess, the devotee had been fighting the urge to see her due to reasons she needed to attend to. She lifted up her fist and knocked on the door three times.

“Ah, it’s you. A good while has passed since we last spoke… you look different, dear. I trust you’ve been well?”

[sephinova]

‘’My hair has gradually been turning silver. I love silver hair but I just wish it suited me better like it does you and Sephiroth.’’

The Devotee nervously smiles.

‘‘Other than personal issues I’ve been okay for the most part…’’

[sassy-jenova]

“That is good to hear! And don’t worry about the hair, you will grow used to it soon~”

[sassy-jenova]

((apologies for answering so late and so short but my muse has been biting me in the ass, i've fallen headfirst into other fandoms and been thoroughly distracted. please excuse))

[sassy-jenova]

She took in a deep breath and exhaled anxiously. It had been a while since she had visited her Goddess, the devotee had been fighting the urge to see her due to reasons she needed to attend to. She lifted up her fist and knocked on the door three times.

“Ah, it’s you. A good while has passed since we last spoke… you look different, dear. I trust you’ve been well?”

[sassy-jenova]

"Hey Momma.." The cetra's voice came out as a weak cry. "I-I miss you.." His voice cracked and he took a shaky step forward. From under his shirt, specks of high-impact blood splatter could be seen.

Jenova frowns as she takes in his dishevelled state.

“What happened?! Are you injured, child?”

[aaronschmit]

I am FINALLY done my FF7 JENOVA Birth battle print! This was a piece I wanted to do for so long, but DAMN was it hard to draw JENOVA Birth in the past. ESPECIALLY from these kinds of angles. Twitter: https://twitter.com/theaaronschmit/status/1001650006250704896

[k-koji]

FF7 - Reunion by K-Koji

 Fiddling around painting Jenova from FF7

[utenaxtenjou-archive]

100 Days of Final Fantasy: 2/100

[parhelion-ouija]

sometimes you just…………feel

[isofish-art]

The last thing for this au for awhile. I did not get the job I applied for, but at least I know I tried my best. Now back to stress and strife.

[darkj3]

Based on the cheez-it commercial https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuvJn–fQ28

[argentnoir]

[lindenwalker-studios]

Got a request to draw Jenova in a bottle. She’s a bit squished but she fits :P Hope you like her @snowbanshee

-Emperor Peep

[loquaciouslass]

creppy mom of the year, somehow not the worst mother in the series

[spennerino]

Mother fan art

[hothotpotatoshot]

“Remember when you pulled my organs out and left them with a thick splat on sterile floors? Hahaha. I do. Would you like to see how I’d do it, Doctor?”

They hate each other. Lucrecia because she’s staring her own guilt and mistakes in the face and Jenova because lmao how dare these fucking people touch me

I should write a fanfic about them

[sassy-jenova]

@only-shinras-finest

((Ask and ye shall receive. Maybe. Sometimes. When the muse strikes me.))

Six kingdoms once bent a dragon to their will to serve them. The dragon was old and powerful and had been there since before the dawn of time, but that did not interest the kings, for they only saw the profit the dragon could bring. They chained him up in their deepest dungeons, where there was no sunlight or fresh air or life at all, and told him to breathe fire in order to melt gold out of the walls around him. The dragon decided to humour them for now, and did their bidding. And so the years went by. Time passed.

The six kingdoms grew prosperous and powerful, and soon expanded their territories further than ever before, annexing countries as they went. With the gold the dragon provided they could buy all the weapons, armour, and mercenaries they needed, a thousand times over. They made new laws, founded new cities, appointed new leaders. The world was theirs.

But once they had the world within the palm of their hands, the kings grew placid and bored, and soon began to bicker amongst themselves. They fought over the gold the dragon melted up for them, even though they had entire castles full of riches already. One king saw fit to call himself the leader of all the kingdoms, and said he would decide who got how much gold from now on. A second king folded easily, but complained as much as he could while never making good on the mild threats he made. A third king shrugged – he was not interested in ruling, all he wanted the gold for was to play around and build wondrous things for people to marvel at. A fourth and fifth spat bile and raged, and brought the legions of fighters under their control to avoid being cast out. And the sixth king…

The sixth king snuck down into the deepest dungeons, and bowed to the dragon. He asked the beast to help him bring down the other kings.

The dragon laughed and told him: “Don’t be a fool. You needn’t waste your energy fighting them – the doom is upon them, and soon they will pay. I have been breathing fire at these walls for many years to satisfy their unsatiable greed for gold, so much that the stone itself has started to fall apart. The castle above is held up by barely a thread, and soon, it will topple. Dance for their amusement, play their game, pretend to be on their side, and you will have your vengeance sooner than you thought. But you will not free me. Only I can do that.”

And so the sixth king waited for the dragon’s promise to come true, passing the time with building things for his own amusement, some of them alive and some of them dead. The first king saw use in this, and granted the sixth king more shares of the gold so he could continue what he was doing. This angered the other kings, but they had lost too much power by then to stand up against anyone.

One day, a terrible shudder went through the castle, right as the sixth king was putting the finishing touches on his newest creation. He abandoned his work and hurried down to the dungeons, where the dragon had breathed fire upon his own body and thus melted away the chains. Smoke rose from where he’d singed his own flesh, but the dragon seemed unperturbed and roared at the ceiling, making molten gold rain down upon them.

The sixth king called out, waved his hands – and jumped aside just in time to avoid being burned to a crisp. Realizing the dragon meant to kill them all, he fled. But as he was just about to escape, he remembered his latest creation, which he’d left behind so suddenly. He had spent years on its development, how could he betray it now? So he went back. The dragon found him lost in the intricasies of his work, and when fire came breathing down upon him, all the sixth king did was try to shield his creation with his own body. He failed, and the dragon burned them both.

When he had laid waste to the entire castle and burned every living soul he’d found, the dragon shook his body and spread his wings, and took off to return to his lair.

But far from the scene, at a safe distance, stood the second king, who had been off building some city or another, and stared in awe at the burning rubble where once the six kings had made their plans to shackle a power they couldn’t understand.

[rookie-turk-deactivated20181021]

The cetra sat silently, his eyes shut as he thought. ‘What an interesting story…’ He thought, opening his eyes to look up at his dear mother. “Thank you so very much. That was truly an amazing story. I’m glad you shared it with me.” He fell silent, unsure of how to properly respond. His past hadn’t allowed him much experience when it came to conversing with another living being. Instead, he simply stood and gave the alien before him a hug. It was all he could do, as he knew no words to describe his thankfulness. “I haven’t been told a story in a fair while.” He added, his voice gentle against millenia-old ears. He rested his head on her chest and closed his eyes, feeling more at ease than he had in many years. “Thank you.”

[sassy-jenova]

She pats his white hair gently with one of her tentacles.

“You are welcome. I’m glad you liked it”