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[jadejackles]

Jensen Ackles 7/100 photos in my stash , Eyes front

[character-of-all-time]

ROUND 1: ANON (tumblr) VS î (has a little hat)

FIGHT

anon

î

Voting ended onApr 14, 2023

[kadaruu]

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[unfortunatelyimaginary]

bing just doesn’t understand me

[travelless]

Station Stalingrad

[bardic-tales]

The "Pretty Woman" Realization

To distract myself, I was rewatching Pretty Woman last night, and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks why Bianca and Sephiroth’s dynamic works so beautifully.

Underneath the cosmic scales and the dark fantasy setting, they are entirely Edward Lewis and Vivian Ward within one of the AUs.

It is the classic story of a hyper-sterilized, emotionally armored titan of an elite world colliding head-on with an unfiltered, completely authentic firebrand who refuses to bow to his reputation.

The Stoic Legend vs. The Unfiltered Firebrand

Think about it. Sephiroth is "The Legend." He is the premier military asset, a stoic commander carrying the crushing weight of institutional expectations, and a man who has buried his emotions so deeply that his default state is an unsheathed blade. He is isolated at the absolute peak of the world, surrounded by people who either want to weaponize him or shrink away from him in absolute terror.

Then you have Bianca. Even with her dark history as Hojo’s custom-engineered corporate asset, she is an absolute firebrand. She is a Succubus Queen—sin given flesh, all smoke and passion—yet her domestic presence is completely unpretentious, messy, and fiercely independent.

Where the entire world sees an untouchable, terrifying figure, Bianca sees a husband who makes a great mattress. She curls up on top of him, smushes her face into his collarbone, snores right into his neck, and boldly demands waffles and coffee before he goes to work. She treats the most powerful warrior in the multiverse with the casual, exasperating entitlement of a spoiled cat, and it is exactly what saves him within this AU before the Nibelheim Incident.

Demanding "Just Sephiroth"

The most beautiful parallel to Pretty Woman is how Vivian forces Edward to step out of his corporate shell—and forcing him to just be a human being.

Bianca does the exact same thing for Sephiroth. When they go out to their usual breakfast spot, it isn’t about showing him off to the world. As she tells him:

"I do it so you don't have to be 'the legend.' So you can just be Sephiroth, my husband. Just a normal breakfast before you have to go to work."

You can literally feel the armor melting off him in those moments. He spends his entire life leading armies and navigating cutthroat politics, but Bianca gives him a boundary where he can just be the boy from Nibelheim who never got to have normal things. She doesn't invite the monster. She protects the man.

The Sassy Subversion of His Control

The sheer comedy of their dynamic is pure Hollywood romance. Bianca knows exactly how to push his buttons, teasing him about wearing the little black skirt he hates (because it makes it impossible for him to think straight) and confidently declaring that going out to eat means "free food for me. You're paying."

She is entirely comfortable in her skin, even when she’s being utterly ridiculous like strutting to the wardrobe half-naked, or forgetting her shoes entirely because "we didn't wear shoes in the abyss and there was no reason to wear shoes in the labs."

She is a chaotic, unpredictable, gremlic force, and writing this giant, meticulous military man become completely helpless and exasperated by her antics is the softest and, maybe, the best thing in the world.

Shattering the Transactional Cage

In the movie, Edward and Vivian start as a cold, financial arrangement that gets completely overwritten by genuine love. In a much darker way, Sephiroth and Bianca share that history. They were put together as an engineered corporate match: tracked meticulously on a clinical ledger.

But their love became an act of absolute defiance. The moment Bianca looks up at him on a quiet morning street, searches his eyes, and says "I love you," the legendary, unflappable general completely freezes.

Every defense mechanism he ever built drops to the floor, and his response is an uncharacteristic, uncontrolled rush of vulnerability.

They took a cold, clinical pairing forced upon them by a predatory company and turned it into an unyielding, devotional sanctuary. He is the stoic giant, she is the firebrand demon, and together in their quiet bubble, they’re just two people keeping the rest of the world at bay.

Those are just my thoughts as the cats eat and I wait to try to go back to sleep. Wish me luck.

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[bardic-tales]

@scourge-lover. Behold. *Holds the post up like Simba* It's not a fic but the bones of one, hm? I may or may not write this today, since I have oodles of time this evening.

There is no universe where this dynamic doesn't immediately dissolve into a terrifyingly high-stakes household argument.

The Names:

Bianca: Veritas: This is deeply dramatic. It looks like a typical, edgy roleplayer name meaning "Truth"—which appeals to her background as an author and a seeker of cosmic law. However, the hidden pun is "Very Tossed" (or Very Tost), a dark, deadpan nod to her soul being violently fractured, scattered, and thrown across 100+ alternate universes like a cosmic salad, including WoW now (Thanks, Sapph 🤣). She tells everyone it’s a philosophical statement on objective reality; Sephiroth is the only one who gets the joke. Kind of.

Sephiroth: OneWingedDK: Explicitly literal, aggressive, and entirely unbothered by creativity. He plays a Death Knight (DK). When read aloud, it sounds exactly like "One-Winged Dick," which is exactly what every single Alliance player calls him in the forums after he camps their corpses for six hours straight in Warmode. It’s a double layer: a clinical description of his literal form, and a direct reflection of his absolute, unyielding toxicity in Rated Arenas. (Tis your fault, Sapph for letting the One-Winged Angel loose in WoW and for being the one responsible for this brain child. 😭)

The RPer: Bianca Moore:

Bianca is running the show on a high-pop RP realm (likely Moon Guard, though she views Goldshire with the same disgust she reserved for Hojo’s labs). But imagine Bia in Goldshire (if she were Alliance). Top-tier comedy.

02:81: [Veritas]: 'Seph?! Why is this gnome approaching me???????'

The Style: She treats the game like her Tuscan writing years, utilizing Total RP 3 to write 5,000-word backstories for a Blood Elf Shadow Priest or a Void Elf Warlock. Every emote is a masterclass in psychological depth, heavy prose, and angst.

The Drama: If someone breaks character or types in text-speak ("u r cool"), she considers it a personal affront to the narrative. She will unironically send them whispers until they log off.

The Alts: She has exactly over 100 alts (all named reflections of her main) spread across multiple accounts, and she meticulously curates their transmogs to look like tattered trench coats and cosmic horror divinity. Her favorite character? Sylvanas.

The PvPer: Sephiroth

Sephiroth doesn't care about the Lore of Azeroth. He views the Alliance and Horde conflict with clinical detachment, treating the battlegrounds as a localized culling.

The Style: He is a hyper-sweaty, min-maxing Gladiator Arena god. He plays a Unholy Death Knight or an Arms Warrior, and his keybinds are an exercise in absolute perfection. He does not click his spells.

The Tactics: He approaches Rated Battlegrounds like the strategic god that he is. If a teammate fails to peel or misses a crowd-control chain, Sephiroth doesn't flame them in chat. He simply types a single, chilling period (.) before tracking down their IP to exert mental dominance. Most likely, a blonde twink named Cloud Strife.

The Grind: He takes levels of pride in camping low-level players in Stranglethorn Vale and laughs about it.

The Shared Dynamic:

Bianca occasionally demands that Sephiroth join her for a dramatic storyline in Silvermoon City. Sephiroth sits perfectly still at his desk, pilot-possessing a max-level character, entirely silent, while Bianca types paragraphs of intricate dialogue.

He only types when someone tries to interrupt her RP session. At which point he duels them, executes a flawless 100-to-0 burst combo, and goes right back to standing rigidly in character.

The Mythic Raid Dictator: Sephiroth

He doesn't just parse 100s on Warcraft Logs: he considers anything less than a 99 to be a failure on par with a degrading Sephiroth clone. He treats Mythic progression like conquest.

Sephiroth’s mic is permanently muted. He types his raid calls in raid warning (/rw) using perfect, clinical punctuation. On the rare occasion someone repeatedly fails a mechanic and he actually unmutes, he doesn't scream. He speaks in a voice so softly terrifying and disappointed that it has made grown men instantly guild-quit and uninstall.

He runs his guild with the exact same psychological warfare he used during the Nibelheim trek with Bianca. If the raid wipes for three hours on a boss, he slowly convinces the other players that their suffering is necessary for evolution and that he is their only savior to get the Ahead of the Curve achievement.

Mechanics are Beneath Him. As a Death Knight, he expects his healers to simply understand that he is the boss. He will stand directly in the boss's lethal AoE fire because dodging it is "an affront to his divinity." The healers just have to spam-heal him through it, which he views as a rite to enter the guild.

If an item drops that he needs, there is no rolling. He views the Best-in-Slot trinket not as loot, but as a stolen asset that belongs to him by right. He will open a trade window with the player who won it and simply wait in absolute, heavy silence until they hand it over.

The Raid Night Dynamic: Bianca only joins the raids for the aesthetic transmog gear and the boss lore. While Sephiroth is solo-tanking a mechanic that is supposed to require three people, Bianca is standing in the back of the room, completely ignoring her rotation, typing a 400-word RP monologue in /say about the boss's tragic fall from grace. Sephiroth perfectly covers her missed interrupts without a single complaint.

[bardic-tales]

Bianca: Craning her neck up. "You know, Sephiroth… looking at you is giving me a chronic neck ache. I swear, one of these days I'm going to track down a Transform Materia, cast Mini on you, and carry you around in my pocket."

Sephiroth: Stars down blankly. Completely deadpan. "Don't waste your MP."

Bianca: "Oh, come on! Not even a little bit? What about Frog? You'd make a very dramatic, very intimidating toad. We can get you a little Masamune to match."

Sephiroth: Crosses his arms. "The unique genetic structure of the Jenova cells within my biology provides absolute cellular stability. My physiology is completely immune to metamorphic status ailments. You cannot shrink me."

Bianca: Sighs. "You are a literal biological anomaly, and yet you choose to use it to be a buzzkill."

Sephiroth: "I am simply stating a mechanical fact."