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Its her birthday!! I created Nimue 4 years ago and I'm still perfecting her story, which i intend to make into a comic! My darling anti hero who loves her found family
The bottom pic also features (clockwise from top) Magnifico, Hollander, Merlock, Mint, Harle, Puck, Chaos, Fox and Alex! I do plan on finishing this piece soon : 3
The Sickness
WARNING ⚠️: This fic involves light body horror. I don't think it's too bad, but ymmv. Also some behaviors reminiscent of OCD.
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Genesis was rotting.
He knew it from the bandages, the blue-greyish pallor of the skin spreading from arm to neck, the fine cracks along its porcelain surface.
He traced the cracks with trembling and numb fingertips. Watched the flickering of his eyes, his pupils. The way they diluted in shadow. Contracted into slits in light.
The hum of fluorescent lights filled the space between his mind from ear to ear. Suffocated him.
Genesis let his fingers linger over his fractured skin, slipped his nails into the cracks. Picked. Dead bits of skin piled up like ashes along the sink's edge.
He could pick the sickness away, bit by bit. Or he could scrub his flesh raw. He would, when the pains subsided enough for him to drag himself to the shower. He would scrub himself clean of the rotten, rotting thing that he was.
His shoulder was on fire, enough to make his twitching fingertips retreat from the tender flesh. Enough to make him retreat from the mirror, back to his hospital bed.
Genesis watched the lights, fixated himself upon them. Their faint hum drew his mind away from the itching of his skin, covered in an array of tiny cuts. The crawling beneath his flesh.
Hollander would return soon. Hollander would give him the gift of another mako infusion.
There was a sadness, but Genesis had become so numb he scarcely noticed its presence. That sadness for the pitiful thing his life had become.
He lived in flux between the excruciating pain, the itching, the crawling, and the soothing nothingness of mako flooding his veins.
He was in the former half of that flux now. Too much mako would cause him to mutate into some irreversible form. But would such a form be much different from his nature anyway?
Maybe then he could stop it. The sensation. The desire to turn himself inside out. Like there lied a monster beneath this human skin, making its way out through the cracks. The itching. The crawling.
Testing the flesh.
A web of dark veins spread down his wrist, from his white palm. Down and up his trembling arm. On the shoulder, the one that had condemned him so.
The blackness was beneath. He watched it take over. Watched his human skin blister and sprout—
He pulled himself from the bed. To the sink. To the mirror. Held up his wrist.
The mirror showed an arm in human form. A man in human form. He could trust only his reflection. It brought him back from the brink.
Genesis hunched over the sink and screamed.
Hollander returned then, to his pitiful subject. Shy of his own reflection. Face to the sink's mouth, regurgitating something black and awful. Some viscous fluid that burned his throat as it came up.
Hollander approached carefully. Not to wake the stirring monster beneath. With a gentle hand, peeled clumps of sweat-soaked hair from the soldier's face.
Genesis began to sob. Tears diluting the filth from inside him. Spotting the black. Creating small pools along its surface. The sink struggled to swallow.
"Is that it?"
Genesis nodded but it wasn't the truth. That was all he could purge through regurgitation, yes.
But it wasn't all.
"Why don't you lie down?"
Genesis complied. Let Hollander guide him back to his bed with a soft hand.
"How are you feeling?"
Back in bed. Face to the steel ceiling. The lights. Genesis would let Hollander see him. The monster.
"Awful."
The scientist pulled more clumps of hair from his face, his eyes. Felt along his forehead with the back of his hand.
Genesis shut his eyes. Let the warmth of Hollander's touch flood his skin as he moved from forehead to neck to the festering shoulder, felt the cracks along his skin. The cuts, fresh with bits of dried up blood. The peelings.
Genesis knew.
"I thought I told you to to stop this—"
"Give me more fucking mako—!"
Genesis snapped. The monster crept. Retreated. Left his chest hollow but for the sadness.
Bitter tears formed. He turned his sad eyes upon his creator and wept.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
Hollander knew the sadness better than anyone. Better than even those Genesis called his friends.
He understood the monster.
The scientist attached a long tube to the catheter in his arm, flooded his throbbing veins with cool mako. A calm came over him. Made him numb all over.
Hollander brushed his fingertips against his cheek. Traced his wilting form. Perfectly imperfect. Flawed in design, but still undeniably beautiful. Undeniably fascinating.
"I'm going to fix you," he whispered.
The itching dulled. The crawling slept. All thoughts were fuzzy. Flooded with mako. Lost in the blue-green.
And Genesis believed him.
Oh angeal...
Hollander: Do you honestly respect my opinion?
Hojo: Not even a little.
hollander isn't pregnant he's just overweight 👍
AU Challenge. Hojo and Vincent role swap au. Without changing their original jobs.
Hojo is assigned to guard Lucrecia and charged with protecting the Jenova Project at all costs
Hojo finds Lucrecia annoying, but it's not the first time he's been annoyed by the person he guards
Vincent is devoted to both his wife and their project
He didn't not expect Lucrecia to agree to his suggestion of using their baby
But she smiled and said, "what better way to claim your whole heart than to carry our experiment?"
Vincent is delighted. Concerned of course, but delighted all the same.
Lucrecia is treated like a queen. But what truly pisses Hojo off is Lucrecia's ability to deny treatment. Vincent allows it unless critical to her health.
Doesn't Vincent know the experiment is top priority? The decision to use his own wife changes nothing.
As the pregnancy worsened and Lucrecia fell week, Vincent called an end to the project to save his wife's life.
Hojo fired without hesitation. Professor Hollander took over the experiment. Lucrecia was finally treated like the specimen she should have been.
Instead of the loving family Lucrecia dreamed her boy of having, Sephiroth laid abused and neglected by the jealous scientist that wished he thought of the experiment first.
Hollander shouldn't be taken seriously, not because he's obviously an idiot, but because he wears open toes shoes in a lab. 💀
Playing Crisis Core Reunion and just got through Gillian's first cutscene and
Man the idea of Hollander overhearing how Gillian's husband died trying to pay back the debts for the Buster Sword, how Gillian and Angeal discuss 'honor'
And Hollander looks at Gillian after Angeal leaves and he just chuckles. 'we're a little late for 'honor', Gill. But keep trying if it brings you peace.'
And Gillian looks at the man who is the reason her beloved son exists and wonders why he had to outlive her good and kind husband who was the real father to her son.
