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for the munday meme (anon is for cowards duh): what has drawn you to Tifa's character in particular? is there anything you've always wanted to explore with her, but haven't had a chance? or maybe aspects of her story you would have liked to see more of in canon?

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What’s drawn me to Tifa is the motherly aspect of her character. Even if you’re both on opposing sides she cares very deeply about the well-being of said individuals. She wants to help everybody as much as she possibly can and tries her damnedest to make good things happen. She’s such a fighter. She’s so strong and carries so much weight on her shoulders without giving it a second thought. She’d much rather take on everyone else’s problems and resolve them because she loves them so much. And I adore that about her.

As for something I haven’t gotten the pleasure of writing? I guess something in which she’s in charge and breaking away from Cloud’s shadow to make a name for herself. I’m already writing up a wishlist about this type of situation post AC some people might love or hate. But lets hope someone finds it interesting enough to flesh it all out.

AND OMG. All I want to see is how Tifa’s home life was. I want to know more about Brian’s personality. I want to know what Tifa’s mother looked like and how she acted! I also want more in-depth perception about why Tifa was so taken with Cloud when everyone else wasn’t? It could have been just a little childhood crush that blossomed into something more, but I wanna KNOW EXACTLY WHY. I need answers. ;o;

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Meme || Height Comparison

There he is. The tallest bastard, and the reason Genesis wears heels.

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‘ i don’t like to think about it. ’

don’t starters . accepting

Wall Market was a peculiar place in all of Midgar – anywhere else, Sephiroth would probably be eventually recognized even if he did his best to dress down and blend in with the crowd. But in that part of the Sector 6 slums… There was just so much more going on that no one cared for a decorated war hero browsing the odd food cart around. The neon lights, the alluring promises of the clubs, the flowing alcohol… The distractions were varied and generous and it was difficult for anyone to pay attention to anything standing right under their noses.

That meant the 1st Class enjoyed some sense of anonymity there – and the madame made sure to introduce him to the small pleasures from the hidden joints frequented by locals only. The Honey Bee Inn was her pride and joy, of course – and also terribly public. It just wouldn’t do to bring him through the front door without several questions being asked. But in the middle of the narrow streets, buying takoyaki from an old man who had sold them at the same corner for as long as Melissa could remember… No one would look twice at the pair.

When the food was ready and exchanged hands, the woman bowed gracefully to the Wutain man opposite her and used the only word she knew in his native tongue to thank him, earning a smile in return from the vendor. At Sephiroth’s raised eyebrow, she grinned but shrugged her shoulders, finding a quieter spot near the food cart to share the food with the SOLDIER.

“I don’t actually know the language. Just a couple of words to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Sometimes that earns me one extra unit,” she winked, gently picking one of the octopus-filled delicacies with her chopsticks to taste it – and it never failed to leave her humming in approval and wanting more. She wordlessly motioned for Sephiroth to try one himself, encouraging him to try the exotic snack – and watched his face with unveiled interest to gauge his reaction to the food.

“Well?” she asked when she was done eating the first one, “Is it good enough?”

“I suppose,” the 1st Class replied slowly – he looked like to be truly experiencing the different flavors there – all the seasoning, the crust, the sauce added at the end – Sephiroth was very clearly impressed and his honesty about that was so very endearing, “I wouldn’t be able to compare with anything else.”

“Oh? I thought you had… Tried Wutain food before. During the war,” Melissa felt liked adding that last bit for clarification – she knew very little of the actual details of what a real war entailed, but she had always imagined that… Well, the soldiers needed to eat. And there was no way the would be able to pack Midgarian food for the entire time they were out there, on the field. She had just assumed…

“No – Shinra was always very careful about the food and we were not allowed to-“ he then stopped talking and something crossed his face: it was painful and dark, and the way his expression changed hurt the madame as if a sharp knife had been plunged between her shoulder blades. “My apologies - I don’t like to think about it.”

Of course not – who would like to remember the gruesome details about combat like that? Melissa suddenly felt like a fool for accidently evoking such memories, but there wasn’t a lot of time for the madame to contemplate her guilt – Sephiroth gently reached for her, patting her shoulder and then holding her gaze captive for a moment.

“You did nothing wrong. This food… I had never tasted it before. I like it,” he added with a small smile, and went for a second dumpling. The woman then smiled, letting out some air she had been holding without even realizing, “I don’t like to think about the war… But I do wish to understand the country. What else you like from their cuisine?”

The relief Melissa felt at his curiosity and renewed candor were impossible to describe in words – but there she felt warm and hopeful again, the dreadful sensation of a moment before long gone. This – this she could do. Despite the fact Sephiroth had been the one who had visited Wutai, she was the one who had befriended the local inmigrants and learned about their culture. Maybe she could help him build this bridge, after all.

“Well – what are your thoughts on raw fish? If you’re feeling brave, we could try sushi next time.”

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Breathing life into a Stone @inanisvitae

Heavy clouds hung over the mountaintops as Shera pierced through the skies, their destination: The Western Continent. The Commissioner of WRO sat in his rickety seat with a laptop balanced on his knees, going through the various files sent to him by WRO volunteers of unusual weather patterns and environmental phenomenons happening all over the world in the last seven days. Opening one of the attachments, there was a blurred photograph of a humanoid figure hovering over the desert region. It was impossible to get a good look at the enigma due to the low quality of the photo through the intensity of the sandstorm, but it looked like a secondary appendage was sprouting out of its back.

"Like a one-winged angel," Reeve cursed under his breath. "Where's Valentine when you need him?"

The turbulence eventually evened out as they approached the landing pad. Closing his laptop, Reeve unbuckled his seatbelt and disembarked with the captain of the ship at his heels.

"Where's the kid?" asked Cid, lighting a cigarette.

"I want to keep him out of this," said Reeve as various WRO employees rushed about to brief them on the current situation. "Cloud's done more than enough for the planet to earn some peace. Besides, this isn't a warzone, this is a diplomatic mission."

"And what makes you think that son of a bitch wants to sit down and have a nice chat over a cup of tea?"

“The fact he has not sliced through my men and gone on a rampage tells me he is a man that can still be reasoned with.”

“You’re out of your goddamn mind, Tuesti.”

“I just need ten minutes alone with him.”

“Reeve-”

“-Five minutes!”

The pilot grit his teeth and waved off the docking bay assistants trying to get his aircrafts details and landing permit. “You're mad if you think I'm just going to let you walk in there alone." 

"Then it's a good thing he won't be going alone, Laddie!"

Both men spun around in astonishment as a bouncing ball of black and white fur leapt out of the cargo hold and scurried over to meet the two, a familiar red cape flapping in the breeze and a golden crown miraculously staying perched on its fluffy head.

"Now is not the time for you ventriloquist act, Reeve!"

Reeve did not say anything but stared down at the robotic feline with a neutral expression.

~I don't recall asking for you to come, Caith Sith.~

~Good. I don't recall asking for your permission.~

~This is dangerous. You could get hurt.~

~So could you. At least when my head gets chopped off my shoulders I can re-attach it.~

~The last time he was running about you died!~

~It was my choice to make~ the doll countered, still remembering the remnants of another life where another Cait Sith sacrificed themselves in order to obtain the black materia. ~You never faced him Reeve, not in person. Besides, what would ma think if I let her son walk into the lion's den alone?~

Cid flicked out the bud of his cigarette, eyes darting back and forth between his friend and the robotic toy he was having a staring contest with. The pilot didn't know the details behind how Reeve could operate Cait sith wirelessly, only that it was a mental thing, but there was something peculiar about the way Reeve was glaring down at his own creation, like he was having a conversation with it. “You ok Reeve?"

Both sets of eyes snapped back to Cid.

"I'll take Cait Sith with me for protection. If after five minutes I cannot get him to hear my proposal, you have permission to coordinate the WRO troops into position and take him out.”

"It's your funeral," Cid snorted but said no more as they got into the jeep that took them to their destination. The sand dunes quickly faded into lush green foliage and both men recognized the area as belonging to the Ancient Forest. They pulled over by a WRO campsite where the red beret troops briefed the two men (and cat) on the situation. This was Sephiroth's last sighting official sighting and if the reconnaissance team is lead to be believed, the target has not moved from this location since.

"You think he's waiting for us?" asked Cid wearily.

"I don't think he's waiting for us specifically," Reeve frowned, fingers running through his goatee, "But he must know we're watching him, and yet he's not making an effort to get rid of us. So we'll take advantage of his hospitality for the moment and try and figure out what he's after."

"Probably another magical stone to finish what he started."

A heavy silence fell over the campsite but Reeve would not be perturbed as he and Cait Sith entered the perimeter of the forest and went looking for Sephiroth based on intel's last report regarding his current location. Cait Sith stayed close to his maker and made quick work of any rogue monster in the area that blocked their path. They didn't need to scout very far as they stumbled through the last of the thick undergrowth and emerged into a clearing where a splash of black and grey greeted them.

Reeve took a moment to exam the face he had only ever seen through Cait Sith's eyes. Pale skin, square jaw, sharp cheekbones, aristocrat nose, long silver hair, black leather coat and boots. It was like glimpsing into the past. The man had not aged a day since the advertisements plastered the General's photo all over the broadcasts. The surrealness of the situation hit Reeve like a tidal wave and he found it hard to stay afloat, caught by the otherworldliness of those serpentines eyes and that pulsing aura that seemed to radiate from his very pores.

A small hand tugged on the hem of his coat, snapping Reeve’s attention back to animatronic feline who was smiling up at him reassuringly. Feeling safer knowing his companion was there to protect him, Reeve took and deep breath and stepped forward..

“Sephiroth,” he greeted courteously with a polite bow. “You probably don’t remember me, but I was the Head of City Planning when you were still in SOLDIER. I am a friend of Cloud Strife and founder of The World Regenesis Organization, a volunteer group working to protect and restore the world after the aftermath involving meteor and Shinra draining life energy from the planet. My team have been watching your movements for some time now and I have a proposal for yo-”

“What about me?” Cait Sith interupted, pointing at himself. “I was there with Chocobo-head at the Northern creator when you went all Bizzaro form and started distorting reality. You probably don’t recognize me without Mog, gimme a moment."

Reeve squirmed as Cait Sith proceeded to crawl up his long purple coat and settle himself on the human's shoulders, getting out his megaphone and waving it about. "What about now?"

~Why did I bring you along again?~

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★ ―――― Modeoheim.

Zack remembers Genesis crumbling before him, ashen and shattering to pieces, and Zack cut him down and then watched him sail to his death far below... he was like a fallen angel in a way with that black wing and his haunting quotes in the air between them. And he fell, fell, fell. 

Zack couldn’t catch him.

Angeal died that day too--his mentor, the only person that looked at Zack and saw so much burning potential there. The man that gave him the Buster Sword he wields now. The sword seems heavier these days, as if the more time that passes the more the blade refuses to let him forget.

Zack is trying to reach Sephiroth, the line ringing on and on and on--

He dials Sephiroth’s number again as he overlooks Midgar outside the window. The city looks so eerie in all the green light from the Reactors, something people didn’t always see during the day. At night, with the moon high above the Plate and shimmering onto the gleaming spectacle below, the city is unable to hide its lie. 

“Hey Zack,” Kunsel greets from behind, walking into the lounge with a fizzy drink in hand. “You okay?” 

Zack withdraws from the window and snaps his PHS shut with a sigh.

“Yeah, man... just trying to reach Sephiroth,” Zack says as he rakes a hand through his wild black hair, making it all the more messier. 

“Oh yeah, he’s been holed up in the data room lookin’ at old documents,” Kunsel chirps, taking a quick swig from his drink. “You know you can’t use a PHS in there.”

“Seriously? Great...” Zack huffs, annoyed. 

The one time I need to actually talk to him--

“I wonder if he feels guilty,” Kunsel says then, eyes straying to the vending machine nearby, considering his many colorful options within. 

“Guilty?” Zack echoes, tilting his head. “What’s he got to be guilty about? He’s Shinra’s golden boy.”

Kunsel looks to Zack then, puzzled beneath his helmet. 

“Didn’t you know Zack? The Modeoheim mission was meant for Sephiroth, but he refused to go and recommended it to you--” Kunsel begins to say.

And Zack finds himself suddenly in motion. Kunsel is still talking, but by the time his sentence is finished Zack is already gone and the room is oddly quiet without him.

                                                               ★

Zack marches to the data room, but he can’t remember the journey. There’s only this blinding rage coloring his vision, dark and oily, moving him swiftly through the shining hallways. All he can see are those flickering moments in Modeoheim--the way Angeal was ashy gray and cracked as Zack sat close to him, tears falling from his Mako drenched eyes--

The words Genesis said thick on the air: Then I willingly accept my fate... but, I'll take the world with me!

Zack killed them. Their blood are on his hands and he’s not even sure they deserved that fate--

He’s so angry that he doesn’t knock on the data room door. He kicks it open, furiously covering the distance between Sephiroth and himself in three loping steps.

And Zack doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing--there’s just this ringing in his head, a guilt so ravenous eating him alive--

It wasn’t supposed to be his sin to carry. 

That’s all he can think as he grabs Sephiroth’s shoulder roughly, Zack forces him to look into his blue, flickering eyes. And he asks Sephiroth with a voice raw from sizzling frustration and sorrow and doubt:

“Tell me--were you supposed to go to Modeoheim? Why the hell did you send me instead?” 

Zack isn’t finished yet, his eyes are wide but filling with tears, because he can’t forget what happened there, he’ll never be able to forget...

“You coward.”    

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His whole body hurt, though it was nothing new to Tseng as it’d quickly become the new normal for him in the past few weeks? Months? He wasn’t sure anymore, it was incredibly difficult to keep track of time given how erratic a scientist’s schedule was and Hojo’s checked all the boxes in the category. Ate at odd times, barely slept, was always working on some project when he wasn’t focusing on Tseng, and he rarely left the lab, just vanish into some other part of it; all of which made it difficult to track the passage of time.

The pain that Tseng was feeling told him that he’d been forced to change as it was Hojo’s favorite pass time, to observe the changes. The last thing he really remembered was being strapped in place and that awful needle full of a substance he assumed was Mako being pushed into his arm, the pain had quickly followed and that’s all he could recall. It was after a few seconds of laying still as the rest of his senses returned that it registered to Tseng that the ground beneath him felt different along with the smells. It wasn’t the purely antiseptic smell of the lab, there was dirt, oil and like something was burning mixed in. He was also pretty certain there was a rock pressing uncomfortably against his hipbone.

His limbs felt heavy as he forced himself up on his elbows, his out of control long hair spilled over his shoulders and pooled on the floor. Vaguely he thought it looked like liquid ebony before promptly thinking that his brain must’ve gotten scrambled worse than usual if he was trying to be artistic about his own hair. It’s when he heard someone say his name that he froze, he felt a prickle of fear shoot through him as his metaphorical hackles rose and sharply turned his head towards the source, through the black curtain of hair his eyes glowed eerily still from whatever it was Hojo had done to him before it died back down to warm brown at the sight of the tall figure.

          “....S-Seph?” He winced at how awful he sounded while pushing himself up further so his weight was mostly on his hands. Tseng knew that it was from the screaming he had most likely done. Still, he had to be hallucinating or something if he was indeed seeing Sephiroth a few feet from him. “Is that...really you?”

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