Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Today's Document
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@stardust-hybrid
[Thinks about P5xFFVII
Thinks about Phantom Thieves stealing Shinra exec hearts one by one
Thinks about the effect JENOVA’s biopsychic connection to Sephiroth/Sephiroth to his clones would have on their Palaces
Thinks about JENOVA and/or Sephiroth existing as a sort of Mementos themselves
Thinks about Zack, spending all of his money on goddamn lobsters and the look on Angeal’s face if he wasn’t even gonna eat them]
stardust-hybrid:
“Just a couple of guys getting dinner huh?” Sephiroth’s eyes flicked up from his paper shield. He hadn’t really noticed before just how intense those mako-infused eyes were, although to be fair, this was the first time a pair of them was pointed directly at him.
“I could do that,” he said, fidgeting with his glasses to give his nerves something to do. “I have classes during the week, but weekends and evenings I’m free. And, uh, Fridays I’m usually here, but that’s more voluntary, so those are free too.” His schedule was embarrassingly open. Besides university classes, homework, and helping either of his parents in their respective laboratories, he pretty much had no life.
Zack brightened considerably, and he flashed Sephiroth a wide smile. “Great!” he said enthusiastically as he hopped down off the table. "I’m off on a mission starting Saturday, so let’s do it before then. How about Thursday?“
He thought nothing of how empty Sephiroth’s schedule was, only noting that it made it easy for them to hang out. His own schedule was a chaotic mess most of the time – if he wasn’t on a mission, he was generally on call, and that meant he was liable to be called in at any moment. The only time he was truly off duty was one mandatory day a week (when not on a mission) and during vacations – at which time he could still be called in, if the Director deemed it necessary.
"When is a good time to come pick you up? Not that I have a car. You don’t mind riding the train somewhere, do you? I mean, if you do, we can walk somewhere. There’s tons of places in Sector 8. I mean, I don’t even know where you live so that might not be convenient for you, huh. We can go somewhere closer to where you live, though, if you want. I mean – not that you have to tell me where you live! I’m not creepy, I swear.”
Seph blinked, struggling to keep up with the number of options being thrown rapidfire in his direction.
“Um, uh, after seven. Train is fine. I just live in Sector 1, so it’s not far. A-anywhere is fine. And if I don’t tell you where I live, how will you pick me up?” He took a breath--listening to Zack speak so fast made him feel breathless--smiled, and spun his chair around to hunt for some scrap paper on the desk behind him.
He scribbled down his number and address and held it out to Zack. “University Street. Tellah Building. Buzz for room 603. Don’t lose it.” He tilted his head at Zack then, rethinking. “Or, if you do lose it, most of the lab techs up here have my number. You can ask them. If that’s okay?”
stardust-hybrid
“Ah, no.”
Sephiroth instinctively ducked further into his hair, probably past the point of subtle. He was certain Tseng was simply joking with him, and yet he still felt like he was standing on the edge of a tall precipice without a parachute. And then guilty, as if he was unfairly judging the Turk, not to mention failing at maintaining his half of the general social obligation to small talk.
He fought the constriction in his throat to add a quiet, “Your face is fine.”
“Is it now?” Sephiroth’s behaviour didn’t go unnoticed. How could it, when he was practically hiding behind his hair? Tseng kept his brushed back for a reason: over the years, it allowed him to cultivate a poker face that never failed him. But it begged the question, why? If his reputation preceded him, then so did Sephiroth’s.
Yet, there they were, standing on the brink of discomfort. And there he was, leaning forward and perforating layers of personal space to whisper,
“Are you unwell, Sephiroth?”
Sephiroth took a practiced, automatic step back as Tseng moved in. The urge to pretend his phone had buzzed with urgent business was tempting, and might have worked on anyone else. As it was, he was trapped. Trapped after saying something possibly accidentally flirtatious, and definitely weird.
“No. I’m probably just tired. I’m sure you understand,” he said, opting to view the first question as rhetorical, and ignore it.
Internally, he tried to remind himself that, given a reason, he could pick Tseng up and throw him through the nearest wall like a ragdoll, but it didn’t do much to make speaking to him any less intimidating. There was just something about knowing that Tseng had a mind like a microscope, but not knowing anything of what he was noticing or thinking, that made Sephiroth itch.
Still, it wouldn’t do to have the second-in-command of the Turks think Sephiroth didn’t like him. And he had to learn to speak to the man sooner or later, at least for work’s sake. God forbid they were ever stuck on a helicopter together.
“I was just...” he gestured a bit vaguely, still mostly hidden in his bangs, “taking a break. And my usual haunt is occupied, so I found myself, ah, floating.”
So, we got you in the heel. Death, the one you keep fleeing from, will be running at your side, matching your every step - Goodnight, Achilles
“Goodnight, Achilles,” Enrique Lihn, trans. by Alastair Reid
stardust-hybrid
He froze like a deer in headlights for a moment, before subtly moving his bangs between his face and Tseng’s field of vision.
“Apologies. I didn’t realize I was staring.” He had simply been lost in thought, and his gaze had drifted unconsciously towards the most interesting thing in the room. He briefly wondered if it would seem cowardly to find a reason to excuse himself.
“No damage done,” he said, brimming with graciousness that did not extend beyond the boundaries of curled lips.
To be cruel or kind. Decisions, decisions. Despite his efforts, Tseng couldn’t kindle any animosity from the depths of his misplaced sense of heritage. Starting a fire without tinder wasn’t easy.
“I thought there was something on my face.” A thoughtful pause later he added, “Apart from the tilak, that is.”
“Ah, no.”
Sephiroth instinctively ducked further into his hair, probably past the point of subtle. He was certain Tseng was simply joking with him, and yet he still felt like he was standing on the edge of a tall precipice without a parachute. And then guilty, as if he was unfairly judging the Turk, not to mention failing at maintaining his half of the general social obligation to small talk.
He fought the constriction in his throat to add a quiet, “Your face is fine.”
tsengofshinra
mako-tea [Me @ sephiroth: Why...
hisses at
screeches and scrambles to hide under the couch for the next three weeks
mako-tea
[Me @ sephiroth: Why do you have a weird phobia of...
his hair game is too strong, makes sephs hair nervous
[He must be shaved.]
kunselxknows replied to your post “[Me @ sephiroth: Why do you have a weird phobia of Tseng?????]”
why wutai... makes u think... he's a racist i cant belive this how awful of u seph
[You’re right he should go somewhere else. Somewhere like...
-throws dart at map-
Nibelheim.]
[Me @ sephiroth: Why do you have a weird phobia of Tseng?????]
I meant ur dick
“Then why wouldn’t you ask how long my dick is? It’s definitely not six feet,” he said. “It’s average. Not that you need any details.”
"Bro...where do babies come from?" :o
Sephiroth motioned for Cloud to follow him into Lucrecia’s study and pulled an anatomy book off of one of the shelves.
“Infants grow inside the uterus,” he explained, flipping open to a diagram of reproductive organs. “After nine months, they ‘re pushed out through the vagina. Mom has a video if you wanna watch. It’s kind of gross though.”
so how big is your masamune ;)
“About six feet.”
Sexual Sunday! Ask my muse NSFW questions and see how they respond.
anon is enabled.
Have to stand in line and declare that sephiroth is the worst character ever, especially his safer form and you should stop drawing him. (Wink wink nudge nudge?)
Anonymous said to risingoflights: Further to previous anons, can I just say that Tseng is such an ugly man, such an ugly, ugly man, ugly inside and out.
you’re both banned
(okay but seriously that’s the last of that!)
-climbs all over his brother- "What's that?"
“A lizard.”
-drops it onto baby bro’s face-
-immediately starts crying- “I’m telling!!”
-panics and regrets- “No you’re not! Don’t a tattletale!”
