#leave Sephi alone

[ilminnestrone]

"She can become those you hate, those your fear, those you love."

Jenova is an alien telepathic monster. We saw her being extracted from the rocks in the form of a decomposed corpse, with an exposed skull and organs. We saw in her original form of a deformed tentacled beast. We know she's not even a humanoid creature in her Boss forms.

But Jenova is telepathic, smart, able to take the form of those she infected. And she's physically confined. All she need is a body to carry out her conquering plan.

And Sephiroth has the perfect body indeed: he's the strongest man alive. He inspires love in his allies and fear in his enemies. He has power and fame. He's a high rank supersoldier. He survived any kind of torture since he was a child. And he yearns for his mom. The only intimate and tender thought he has is the dream of the mother he never had. He's beautiful, he has long silver hair and he wants his mom.

Jenova isn't a beautiful woman with long silver hair. She never was. That's how she's manipulating Sephiroth. She couldn't become Lucrecia because she never infected her directly, only the child she was bearing, so she became the nearest thing: a woman who looks like him.

And all he is is an empty puppet.

#he's innocent Your Honor #he just has major mommy issues #leave Sephi alone #final fantasy vii #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #sephiroth #lucrecia crescent #jenova

[shinigamitears]

People that can't hold a conversation are soooo booooring 😩🥱

#like every day its the same shit and its like bruh youre so dry leave me alone lol #sephi says

[persephinae]

#sephie reads fic #rereading darkplanet warriors #LISTEN #leave me alone!

[oneforthemunny]

I have an idea!! trick or treating w janitor!eddie & the kids maybe or even rockstar!eddie. honestly any and all the dads going trick or treating with their kids would be fun to see :))

it's tricky |dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!nepo baby! reader|

you can read janitor!eddie's version here and the rest of my spooky story series here!

October 31st, 1999- Hawkins, Indiana

"You got it, Kensie." You coo, grinning at her sweetly, pushing the twin's double stroller in a soothing stride over the dried, fallen leaves that littered the sidewalks.

The four year old looked back, both hands clutching the plastic orange bucket, brown eyes rounded in pure fear, horror- like she hadn't done this at least fifteen times tonight.

"Go up, Kens. Go up with Sephy." Eddie nodded, standing by the path, hands balled in his leather jacket. It was definitely different from Calabasas, that was for sure. Colder, not that Eddie minded- it felt more like Halloween.

The streets filled with kids screeching and darting around in store bought or handmade costumes, not decked in designer looking runway ready being paraded around by their parents on golf carts. It was for the kids, not a social event. Plastic bowls filled with real candy, not whatever the fuck fruit leather is. That had finalized his decision to spend Halloween in Hawkins this year- give the girls a real Halloween.

Persephone gave her sister a bored look, eyes rolling when they met Eddie's with an unamused expression- she looked just like you. "Daddy, she's not going. She's scared." Persephone huffed, five years old and full of sass.

Eddie bit back a smirk. "Go ahead." He nodded towards her. "Kens, if you're not gonna go up, then come stand back here with me."

"No." Kensington shook her head. "You come with me."

Eddie blinked. Every atom in his body screamed "no". He was back in his hometown, with all the fuckers who never left and used to make his life a living hell. Yeah, he'd done better than anyone ever expected, that was an understatement, but he was in their arena here. On their turf.

"Kens, just go with your sister." Eddie countered, crouching to her level. "I'm right here."

"But I want you to come with me." Kensie pouted, arms crossed over her Belle costume, curls slipping out of the bun. "I don't wanna go alone."

The little shake in her voice, eyes rounding nearly pitifully, Eddie knew he was done for, hand reaching to hers, walking up the cobbled steps. You smirked, adjusting the blankets over the twins. He was such a push over now.

Eddie grimaced, heart pounding with dread when Kensington jammed a gloved finger into the doorbell. The door opened, an older man with a bright, festive bowl opening the door.

"Oh, hello there! Look at you." He grinned down at Kensie, her body curling into Eddie's leg, shy at the attention and the stranger.

"What do you say, huh?" Eddie muttered, hand rubbing down her back sweetly.

"Trick-or-Treat." Kensie squeaked, holding her bucket out slightly.

"There you go." The man laughed, dropping a colorful wrapper into her plastic pumpkin. "Have a good- Munson?"

Eddie's eyes snapped, meeting the man's eyes, face falling slightly. "No shit." Eddie muttered, eyes snapping to Kensie carefully. "Principal Higgins?"

"So it is you?" Higgins hummed, lips pressed together, bowl hugged to his hip.

Eddie could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Suddenly, he was seventeen again, being told he wasn't graduating on time. "Yeah, yeah, it is."

"Thought you were in Hollywood?" Higgins' eyes narrowed.

"We live in Calabasas." Persephone chirped, head poking around Eddie's leg. "Not Hollywood."

Eddie cringed slightly, shoulders tense. Higgins didn't scoff, didn't snap at her, no back handed comment- no. He smiled. Laughed.

"I'm guessing these two are yours?" He grinned at Eddie.

"Yeah, and the other two in the stroller- twins." Eddie pointed behind him. "They're with my wife right now."

"Right. The film producer's daughter?" Higgins asked. Eddie nodded, chest boasting with pride.

"Well, gotta admit, I never thought the kid that flipped me off when he finally graduated would do that much in life," Higgins looked at Eddie, eyes crinkling slightly in a smile. "But looks like you did really good for yourself, Edward. Congratulations."

"Thank you. I have." Eddie nodded, hand smoothing down Kensie's curls. "Good to see you, Higgins."

"You too, Edward. Happy Halloween." Higgins waved, shutting the door behind him.

"What candy did you get?" You asked, eyes bright when you looked at Persephone.

"I got Skittles." Persephone grinned, tilting her basket so you could see.

"Oh, you know those are my favorite." You grinned, pushing the stroller down the path with one hand, your free one grabbing Persephone's gloved hand to hold. "Will you share with me?"

"I guess." Persephone shrugged. "Can I go?" She asked, looking at Kensie and Eddie trailing behind the two of you.

"Sure, go ahead. Make sure you say 'thank you.'" You nodded. Her bright pink costume stood out even in the night time. She had insisted on being the pink Power Ranger, so you had a custom costume made. Not as fancy as the other mothers in Calabasas did, but nicer- warmer too. Fleece lined and thick so she didn't have to wear a jacket. It kills the look.

"Kensie, are you going?" You asked, looking at the small girl who had made her way into Eddie's arms.

"No." Kensie shook her head, face rubbing into Eddie's neck sleepily. "Can I sit in the stroller, Mama?"

"The stroller?" You asked, tone light and playful, hoping to keep her crankiness away. "There's no room in there for you, silly girl."

"But I want to." Kensie whined, lip jutting dramatically.

"Hey, stop that." Eddie warned. "I'm holding you. You don't need to go in the stroller."

Kensie's face twisted, nose scrunching furiously. "I want Mama to hold me." She reached towards you.

"Ok," You hummed, taking her in your arms, ignoring Eddie's protests. "I think I need to take the twins back anyways before they wake up, so we'll go back to Grandpa Wayne's, and Daddy will stay with Sephy."

"You know how to get back?" Eddie asked.

"Do I know how to walk in a straight line back to the house?" You lifted a brow. "Yeah, I think I've got it." Your tone clipped, rolling your eyes.

Eddie's lips twisted, rolling his own eyes. "Alright, Princess. We won't be too long." He muttered, pressing a kiss to your cold cheek.

"C'mon, Kensie. Let's go show Grandpa all your candy you got." You hum, one hand cradling her, the other pushing the stroller.

You made it look too easy, Eddie thought, eyes shining in pure wonder, total adoration at you. His bratty Beverly Hills girl turned into a mom- a good mom.

"Daddy, look!" Persephone giggled, waving the bright orange wrapper in Eddie's face. "I got a pumpkin one." She grinned proudly, the Reese's held between her gloved hands.

"Ooh, this is the good house, huh? We gotta remember that for next year. Maybe bring a couple costumes so you can keep going back, you think that would work?" Eddie grinned at the laugh Persephone gave.

"No," Persephone giggled, taking Eddie's hand while they walked to the next house. "They would 'member."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Eddie smiled, squeezing her hand lightly. "I think Grandpa has some back at the house anyways. I bet if you ask real nice he'll give you one."

"He already gave me one last night." Persephone said smugly. "Before bed, but he said not to tell you or-or you'd eat them all."

Eddie feigned shock, like he didn't see the whole "sneaky" interaction. Wayne pulling open the Snoopy cookie jar filled with candy, sneaking her one with a wink, finger pressed over his lips.

"He did?" Eddie gasped, Persephone giggling and nodding. "And you didn't share with me?"

"No," Persephone shook her head at him dramatically. "Grandpa gave it to me. You-You woulda ate it all!" She pointed at him.

Eddie's heart swelled with warmth, dimpled creased smile on his face. "Yeah, you're probably right, kid." He shrugged. "Will you at least tell me where he hid them?"

"No." Persephone shook her head. "But I'll let you have one of mine... and the dots."

"The dots?" Eddie's nose scrunched dramatically. "You're giving me the bad candy?"

"Yeah." Persephone chirped. "You can have what I don't want."

Eddie snorted. She was such your kid sometimes. "Thanks, kid. Make sure you say thank you, alright?" He patted her back lightly, leaning against the fence while she darted away in a flash of neon pink.

Bonus:

"This shit is so gross." Eddie gagged, chewing the impossibly stale but somehow chewy candy. "Who the fuck eats this?" He looked at the bright yellow box of Dots.

"You apparently." You giggled, feet in his lap, a pile of wrappers between the two of you.

The girls had gone to bed hours ago. Persephone was true to her word, leaving you and Eddie her rejects and one Reese's pumpkin. Luckily, Kensie had a few better options you sifted through.

Hocus Pocus played on a loop on the TV in front of you, volume lowered to a hush in the guest room of the Hawkins' home. "Stop eating it." You laughed, slapping the box lightly out of Eddie's hand when he ate another, retching dramatically again.

"It's so bad," Eddie shook his head, face puckered in disgust. "And I can't stop eating them."

"Here," You tossed him a Snickers. "Cleanse your pallet with this, you freak."

Eddie grinned, finger gliding under your foot playfully, making you squeal. "How's the baby doing?"

"They're down still, I think. I haven't heard them-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head, nodding towards you.

"Oh," You hummed, hand gliding down your tummy. You hadn't even started to show yet. "They're good. Liking the candy."

"I think it's a boy this time." Eddie grinned wide and bright, it made your heart skip. "You're less sick this time. You're always sick with girls."

"Yeah, maybe." You nod, unwrapping a Skittles bag. "Could be triplets this time, knowing our luck."

Eddie snorted, nearly choking on his candy. "Can you imagine?"

"A nightmare." You roll your eyes. "The twins almost killed me. I was huge."

"Yeah," Eddie's eyes darkened, grin spreading wider and wider. "You looked so fuckin' hot."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. "You're sick, Munson."

"I've been told that a few times before." Eddie smirked. "Never heard you complain though. You like it when I'm a little sick, don't you, baby." Eddie growled, tossing the candy to the side, hand wrapped around your ankle to pull you closer.

You squealed, drug through the pile of candy playfully, Eddie's wild curls silhouetted by the glow of the screen. He crawled over you, knees on either side of your hips, straddling you, hands by your head- a familiar position. A dangerous position.

Eddie's head ducked down, bangs tickling your forehead, lips pressed to yours while your legs wrapped around his waist, hands tangling in his hair.

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[crisiscutie]

Regarding Safer Sephiroth's and the Darling's Oneness, was there ever a transitional period where thoughts weren't perfectly transmitted but touch was? Perhaps using this to tease the darling because he never touched her but she felt it clearly?

Ah, yes. I'd imagine he teases her senses as much as he could before they became one... The battle of wills between Sephiroth and JENOVA, which happened in canon, is replicated in the Dissidia AU because of JENOVA's rebirth within Dissidia Darling. Incoming ramble~.

Content Warning: Slightly NSFW. Mommy Kink.

If I understood your question correctly, then something like that would happen during a special transitional period, where Dissidia Darling willingly embraced the JENOVA virus and unlocked its full potential. Both she and Dissidia Sephiroth were still in pursuit of even greater power to ascend, however. At this stage, they were practically a couple in all but name. But during this brief, shaky phase, it's one constant power struggle after another... How? Well...

As Sephiroth became more in tune with his inner child, his desire to take charge for JENOVA!Dissidia Darling grew stronger and more insistent. In battle, he goes as far as being slightly reckless, all to impress mother dearest, but darling is still devoted to her own independence and dominance.

At times, he behaves like an unruly child, craving her love in every form - maternal, romantic, platonic - he desires it ALL.

When they were fighting against their enemies, darling felt as if Sephiroth was holding her tightly, even when he was not physically near her, as he was too busy stabbing their enemies.

In rare moments of synchronization, they spoke to their opponents at the same time, but darling suddenly fell silent, leaving Sephiroth to carry on the speech alone. She felt his hands gently caressing her inner thighs, even though he wasn't actually touching her once more.

Sometimes, when he spoke to her or about her, there would be a subtle growl in his voice. Like an alluring mating call to her, but also a subconscious threat, clear that he would eventually dominate her if she continued to resist his control.

Even when darling is alone, she can still sense Sephiroth's presence, like when she takes a dip in the lake or sleeps in her chambers.

Sephiroth is already extremely possessive of her, but heavens forbid if she comes near Zack, Cloud, and Kadaj... Then he's definitely establishing his dominance as the chosen son right then and there...

His constant need to impress her could be yet another primal mating instinct. Along with his Reunion instincts.

I wrote some musings about their dynamics here if you're interested. For Dissidia Safer Sephy, the musings on his dynamics with the darling will come out some day.

On an ending note, I just thought about their eye colors, and wow, I love how Dissidia Sephy's piercing, slit blue eyes beautifully juxtaposed JENOVA!Darlings' cold, round pink ones. They're the ultimate power couple. 😏

I think Lucy from Elfen Lied would be a fitting reference for her eyes (and voice).

I'm rewatching this series right now and wow, it's a fitting analogue for lot of the AU.

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #ff7 #one winged masquerade au #safer sephiroth #jenova #sephiroth x reader #final fantasy dissidia #tw: yandere #yandere sephiroth #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #EVA

[altocat]

Hi all,

What's your hair care routine SOMEONE GIVE SEPHY A HUG, HIS MOTHER LOVES HIM AND WANTS HIM TO HAVE ONE.

-Still Not Salty, who is for sure not scurrying down to the Shinra manor basement and banging on a coffin dramatically

Sephiroth: *leaving the room*

Angeal: "....I'll go check on him."

Genesis: "ALONE AT LAST! You clever anon. This was your plan all along, wasn't it? A little up close and personal with yours truly ❤️Forget hair care. Let's start with my full morning routine~"

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #sephiroth #sephcanons #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley

[idiasdiscordkitten]

Hello, Sephie! It’s me, again. I want to thank you for fulfilling my request, and I have another Halloween-related one. May I request HCs of Riddle Rosehearts, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim al Asim, and Lilia Vanrouge (Separately) with a [S/O] [Gender Neutral] [Romantic] who knows how to do Sign Language?

Imagine during Halloween Week, [S/O], while in costume, stumbles upon a lost child who can only sign and they help the little one by also signing back. Just thinking about how kindhearted the boy’s partner is and then witnessing it.

I got the inspiration from a video of a Shang-Chi actor at Avengers Campus and he was signing to a fan, who is deaf.

https://youtu.be/vdQMAMC89CY

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

this is adorable! i have to be honest, though, i really don't know anything about sign language, and any ideas for headcanons i have would kind of apply to all four of them. kalim may be an outlier in some aspects, but... i unfortunately don't think i can give each of them individualized headcanons and do it justice.

i do think this is a cute idea, though, and i would like to try assigning general headcanons for the four of them! i hope you don't mind :) what i'll do is write out the headcanons i think they all would share, and i'll leave it up to you who they apply to most!

general headcanons for riddle, azul, kalim, and lilia with an s/o who helps a lost child on halloween with sign language

Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Lilia

🤍 he had absolutely no idea you knew sign language, let alone were fluent in it!  he’s extremely impressed, for starters

🤍 he also really admires your kindness.  he feels a tinge of guilt, knowing that he was totally useless in the situation, but he’s really glad that you were able to solve the problem.  just further proof that you are the most special person he’s ever met

🤍 his mind gets infected with curiosity, and he really would love to know when and why you started learning sign language.  it’s not something the vast majority of people know, so he’s really interested in your story!

🤍 he thinks about this moment for a long time, you helping that child, and he decides that he’d really like you to teach him it

🤍 sign language isn’t easy, so there are definitely ups and downs, but with you as his teacher, he is more than eager to persevere.  who knows what kinds of uses sign language might have?

🤍 the most important thing he wants to learn is “i love you”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts headcanons #azul #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto headcanons #kalim #kalim al-asim #kalim al-asim headcanons #lilia #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge headcanons #sephie writes #sephie hcs

[diamondangelkitten]

Alinea Skylark

Basics-

A.K.A: Linea, Ali 

Age: Somewhere in her early 30’s after the whole of Endwalker 

Nameday: 18th Sun of the 1st Astral Moon

Race: Wildwood Elezen

Gender: Female

Orientation: Tall men who deal out witty, sarcastic remarks like their life depends on it

Profession: Adventurer, (Wannabe Retired) Warrior of Light 

Physical Aspects-

Hair: Medium long brown hair with purple tips that’s pulled back into a high ponytail to avoid getting in her way during fights. She rarely leaves it down and only does so when she’s completely relaxed.

Eyes: A rich purple color, than have an otherworldly glow to them

Skin: She’s fair skinned, but is able to get a nice tan without burning too much. 

Tattoos/Scars: She doesn’t have any major scars after her battle at Ultima Thule and being covered in starlight across her body, which she essentially counts as a tattoo and would never cover up. Before that, she did have an array of faded cuts and scars across her body from her fights, but none that she deemed particularly worthy of attention.

Family-

Parents: She unfortunately has no memory of her parents, or any family. 

Siblings: None that she is aware of. The twins are essentially her surrogate siblings and she is fiercely protective of them. 

Grandparents: Unfortunately, still no memory, and no one has ever tried to claim relation to her, which she is grateful for. 

In-Laws/Other: Unfortunately Estinien’s family has also passed away, but there is Alberic that they’re both close with. 

Alinea does share a very close relationship with the de Fortemps family, and views Edmont as a father figure. He’s delighted to finally have a girl in the family and loves the fact that she can keep all his boys in line. 

Alinea is in a romantic relationship with Estinien. They spend a lot of time between Radz at Han, Alinea’s home in the Mist ward, and her island. They normally go the latter when they want to be alone and undisturbed by anyone. Alphinaud and Alisae have full access to Alinea’s home in Mist, so they often stop by.

Pets:

Yes (just yes haha)

Notable mentions however:

Lumen her Chocobo and faithful companion. He’s extremely well trained, but Alinea is still terrified he’ll get hurt in battle, so she tries to make him mainly heal from a safe distance away.  

She has many animals in her care that she absolutely loves. She tries to not choose favorites, but she has a very special place in her heart for her fox. 

She has two carbuncles that are summoned at all times. The pink one is called Sephy while the purple one is called Demetri. They are very protective of both each other and Alinea. Estinien knows to never be on their bad side and has been seen giving them extra treats to butter them up. 

Skills-

Hand and Land: She’s a pretty deft hand at most of the jobs she sets her mind to, but she enjoys weaving and cooking the most. She finds them both extremely therapeutic and she also likes that she can make gifts for those closest to her. She’s fascinated by alchemy, but she has to really focus to not mix-up ingredients when she has to make concoctions. She also enjoys being out in the land, but finds more joy in botany, though she doesn’t have the greenest thumb around. She knows how to cultivate the land though and how to set things up to thrive on her own. 

Combat: She is a Paladin first and foremost and will always love protecting others. She’s more in tune with the teachings of a Dark Knight though, so she’ll often switch between the two. She turned to being a summoner after coming back from the First with high anxiety, but she also finds dancing to be enjoyable. After striking up a deal with an Amaro back on the first, she sets herself the goal of mastering every fighting job she hears about, and aims to get the highest she can. She can do some healing, but prefers to either be in the front lines as a tank, or be in a ranged position, to call out mechanics to those in front and be able to help out with shields and resing. 

Hobbies: She loves swimming and with the Kojin’s blessing enjoys it even more now. She loves long baths and pampering herself after her travels. She collects tea blends and dried flowers from the places she’s gone. She’s trying to get into drawing and painting from Alphinaud, but she’s still got a long way to go. She enjoys braiding and playing with people’s hair. 

Traits-

Most Positive: She has a strong sense of right and wrong and once she’s set her mind on something being the best course of action, she will continue through with it until completion. (Or someone physically stops her from achieving it).

Most Negative: She cannot control her facial expressions. She has to work so hard on keeping a neutral face in important meetings that half the time she misses what was discussed. She also is very passionate, so has to be careful to not speak her mind. 

Likes-

Colors: Purple, Silver, Black, and White

Smells: Fresh Bread, Jasmine, Ocean, Moss/Damp Forest 

Textures: Silk and satin dresses/sheets, Pumice stone, Animal Fur, Hair 

Drinks: Hot tea, Cocoa, Milk

Foods: Bread, Pastries (scones of her own making are her favorite), Breakfast Foods, Fresh Fruit 

Other-

Vices: None, except sometimes being a bit stingy on money when it comes to teleportation. 

Mount Issuance: Lumen was her Mount from the Maelstrom when she joined and who she loves dearly. 

Been Arrested: None that she can at least remember. She’s amazed she was never arrested in Ishgard just for being in association with Alphinaud and Tataru, but she’s glad things worked out that way. She’s sure she would have been arrested if she actually did punch Fourchenault, but she wouldn’t have cared a bit.  

Tagged by @halikyon

Not going to tag anyone, but if you see this and want to do it, please do so!!! It's a lot of fun!

#ffxiv #alinea skylark #I'll eventually get to my other girlies #Thanks for the tag!!!

[sn0wy-s3lfshipz]

🦇⚰️ for the ask game! :) <3

ok so for blayke and sephi.

blayke was spesifically made to be a companion/boytoy to sephi, and hes. basically a failed supersoldier. anyway blayke’s entire purpose in life is to be with sephi, and sephi didnt rlly like that at first, but when he saw how much blayke cared about him and how he saw him as human and not a weapon of mass destruction, they became inseperable. their trope would probably be like. boss x underling or something. but without the fucked up power dynamics even though those are literally baked into the pairing for angst purposes

for BlakeShot (blake oneshot) and Plight, Blakeshot lives in an apartment near the cafe Plight canonically frequents, and caught feels for him the first time he saw him. he basically became a stalker(???), only learning info about Plight through convorsations between him and the barista. they only canonically get together on screen in the Solstice route, mainly because Blakeshot didnt wanna leave Plight alone while the world was ending. Their trope is probably just no energy x too much energy, with Plight having no energy and Blakeshot having too much energy.

i dont have a self insert for pokemon bc im a fictive of Gold and thats the only reason i selfship with Silver (i have romantic memories with him)

#safeshipping #self ship #safe ship #yumeship #selfship #selfshipping #plight oneshot #oneshot lamplighter #sephiroth #sephiroth ff7 #self shipping

[smilingformoney]

Is Snape the type to ground his kid, like if they didn’t do well on their exams, snuck out of the house, etc.?

Also what would it take for his child to make him cry tears of joy? Do you think he gets emotional even over the little things? Maybe he cries on and off when Abbie leaves to go to nyc (also the thought of Snape going to nyc himself is funny to me for some reason)

We know from the books that Snape is creative with his punishments and tailors them - eg making Neville gut toads or making Harry write out James’ punishments. So I think he’d punish his kid in a similar way. Ariadne he might ground because she’s very active, so not being able to go out and play Quidditch or whatever would be a suitable punishment for her. April though, depending on her age at the time he’d take something away that she enjoys, like when she’s little it’d probably be toys or when she’s a bit older it’d be a TV ban.

Abbie is a special case bc obviously he raised her largely at school, where usual punishment was detention. But he knows she likes spending time with him so a detention isn’t really punishment, so to punish her he’d send her to someone else, probably McGonagall or Filch, for detention.

He cries happy tears whenever he’s proud of his kids. When they get good grades, or he sees Abbie perform, or Ariadne win a Quidditch match. He would definitely cry at any of their weddings. (All this crying is in secret, of course, never in public. Only in front of Sephy, or maybe the girls.)

I can also see him crying tears of joy when he sees Abbie again, even if she’s just been gone for a few months. Particularly the first time he sees her after 9/11, because it’s the first time she’s been in danger and he’s not been there for her, so even though the event is long over and he knows she’s safe, he’s still relieved to see her in the flesh.

I have thought about whether Sev and Sephy would go visit Abbie, but I think the twins are too young to fly and they wouldn’t want to leave them with anyone else, so they might not fly out together until her latter years at college, but they might both visit her alone.

Sev would absolutely hate New York 😂 too much noise, too many people, too cramped. Abbie would probably be able to drag him out of his hotel room by taking him out of Manhattan, maybe to some museums; I once walked a loop around Roosevelt Island and I bet he’d like that, it’s a little more isolated and has some interesting sights.

I’m not sure how easy it is to get from NYC to Salem, but I love the idea of Sev going around pointing out all the historical inaccuracies 😂 although I think Sephy would definitely enjoy it, she likes magical history so she’d be like a kid in a candy store 🥰

#thanks for this ask anon it was so fun to think about 🥰 #dad snape #severus snape #soul of ice

[viscountessevie]

Something There Vignette #3 - The Fantasy

A/N: Hello hello to Vignette #3! It takes place right after Vignette #2 - The Carriage and is fully in Lord Cassidy’s POV. At this point, most of yall seeing this are my besties and readers (taglist as always in the comments!) who have followed since V1 but on the off chance you are new, you can check out the synopsis and first two parts in the Masterlist linked below. Heads up as the title suggests, there is a fantasy (sex) dream so it veers into NSFW! Happy Reading everyone :D 

Masterlist | V1 - The Waltz | V2 - The Carriage 

Caswell Cassidy had the worst sleep of his life that night. He simply could not stop tossing and turning. He imagined Sephy was not having a ball of a time either. The two of them had never fought like this before. It was absolutely miserable. He could almost imagine her in her room, curled into herself and quietly sobbing into her pillow. 

His heart started to ache and wished he could have stayed with her. Closing his eyes once more, he forced himself into a slumber. Yet he couldn’t shake the image of her standing by her door out of his mind. 

Cassie stepped close to her and pressed his lips against her forehead. His hand reached out to caress the curve of her cheek as his lips trailed down. His warm breath ghosted over the slope of her nose before settling upon her lips, tentatively. He had found himself wanting to kiss her again since the carriage ride. His heart started to race when she returned the kiss with equal fervour. 

With one hand on his cheek, she tugged him with the other by the cravat into her private chambers. He obediently followed and kicked the door behind him to a close with his boot. Goosebumps started form on his skin as the thrill of being in her room alone set in. He had been dreaming of this ever since he was a young lad and it was absolutely surreal to him. He pulled her close once more and pressed himself up against the door as they connected their lips. He roamed his hands all over her, taking his time and savouring every moment. He wanted to commit every single curve of her body to memory. The two of them started to walk back to the bed. He held her in an embrace as they fell on her bed, giggling. They were just happy to be in each other's arms. 

“You have absolutely no idea how long I have wanted this.” He sighed against her neck, placing soft kisses along the column of her throat. Cassie delighted in the way she trembled under him. 

“How long?” She breathed as she pushed his mauve coat back and her fingers worked to unbutton his shirt. He groaned when her nails dragged down his bare chest with every button she popped open. 

His eyes still screwed shut, he swore he could feel every touch the Sephy in his fantasy blessed him with. This spurred him to drag his fingers down his abdomen and slipped them under his pyjama pants. He started to palm himself as he wrapped his slender fingers around his throbbing cock. At the question, his mind started to flood with memories of his lifelong friendship with her. Moments where he just wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her senselessly. The feeling had never quite left him since he developed them when he was young. It seemed to have only grown stronger with time. He recalled the first ball she had attended since she was presented to society. The bodice of her pink dress was cut low and had framed her body perfectly - the effect it had on a young Caswell was profound indeed. All he could think of was hitching her skirt up her thighs and his fingers playing with her clit in a private corner, leaving her with a memorable first introduction to society. 

More memories seemed to filter through his mind until it started to consume him. It was all too overwhelming for him to comprehend. A desperate needy grunt passed through his lips as he started to stroke himself.  

"For as long as I can remember." He mumbled to himself, lulling back into the fantasy. 

He captured her lips and his hands went to undo the drawstrings of her dress. She sighed into his mouth as his fingers ran down her back before freeing her from her clothes. Shrugging off the rest of it, her arms wrapped around his neck. He pressed her closer to him and stroked her tongue with his own. Cassie loved the way he could feel the goosebumps on her skin as he slid his hand down the valley of her waist down to cup her bottom. He gave it a firm squeeze, massaging it as she trailed her hand down his trousers and groped his manhood. She started slowly, stroking him to test it out. 

Cassie mimicked the movements in his dream, he started out with slow strokes. As the tension built up in the fantasy, he found himself pumping his cock faster. 

He had his head buried into the curve where her shoulder met her neck. He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses and his nose nuzzled her neck. She moaned loudly as he nipped and nibbled at a sensitive spot under her ear as the pace of her stroking him turned into hard pumps. They were running hot and every move just seemed to encourage the other. 

She played around with her hands, one gripping his back to hold them in place while the other continued to palm his member - twisting and using her fingers to play with his tip. The sensation alone sent him into overdrive. 

Cassie felt his climax reach its peak and be pushed over the edge as he completed over all his sheets. He groaned both in pleasure and then pain as it registered that she was never there. He was empty. He knew this could never measure up to the real experience. He frowned deeply, rolling off his bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare a warm towel to clean himself.

While he dragged the moist cloth across his groin, he felt the pleasure start to subside and shame settled in its place. What was wrong with him? This was a whole new level of depraved, even for him. He pressed the towel against his inner thighs harder and scrubbed himself clean. He argues with the one person who he truly adores, and mere hours later he was violating her in his fantasies? 

The problem was not that he had dreamt of her. He had done it plenty of times. In fact, all the memories came to him earlier, it was quite likely he had gotten himself off right after they had happened. He definitely remembers that first night after Sephy had been introduced into society. It was a night of firsts for both of them. They had danced together for every other dance. She had kissed his cheek at the end of it, accidentally brushing her chest against his. Immediately, he had felt a stir in his breeches and practically ran out of the room to relieve himself. It was not anything new. 

What was new was the fact that this was the worst fight they ever had and his solution to reflect on it was to pleasure himself. That felt like a violation in itself. He could very well be losing his best friend but somehow his needs came first. He could almost hear his old Nanny saying Shame on you, Caswell. The defilement was even worse when he realised that… the sharp way she had spoken to him in the carriage had turned him on. 

Every sarcastic jab barbed at him. That raised yet commanding smooth voice of hers, he could feel it wrapping around his throat. The glares that she wanted to burn right through his skull. All of it overwhelmed his senses and his fingers twitched for another round. However, he was spent. He was disgusted with himself and had self-flagellated by scrubbing his thighs raw. He looked down to find his skin unusually pink. Yet, he still mentally noted the memory and sensations for the future. He knew he should not be enjoying this but he did. It made it all the more illicit. 

Putting the towel away, he turned to lay on his back and stared at the ceiling of his dusty blue bed curtains. He had immediately ordered for multiple beddings in that colour after Sephy had remarked it was her favourite colour.

He could not stop turning over the memories of the night.  

“Why are you so eager? We’re not in love.” The words were ringing in his ears like a damned curse ever since they left Sephy’s lovely lips. If only she knew the half of it. The fact of the matter is: Caswell Cassidy had been in love with Persephone Parker-Green for as long as he could remember. Most likely even before he even knew what love was. Sephy was love, he knew that much. 

How could anyone not be in love with this magnificent creature? He closed his eyes and saw her perfectly. Her emerald-teal gown from the ball tonight had become his new favourite dress of hers. It had a shine in its colour that would make the dress glitter under the chandelier, making Sephy look like she was adorned in precious gems. The blue broached empire waistline pulled the dress together. If he was being cheeky, he did enjoy grazing his fingers across it as he held her during the dances. Cassie sighed to himself. She had enjoyed the waltz, hadn’t she? 

He kept replaying the memory over and over in his mind, hoping it would lull him to sleep. He wanted to be very sure that he wasn’t imagining the way she was watching him. She wasn’t just studying him. If he knew her well enough, he might say that she was starting to find him attractive. However, he didn’t dare hope. He had spent the last 23 years curbing his hope, he was sure he would have gone insane otherwise. One simply does not move on from loving Persephone Parker-Greens. He had made his peace with it that he would settle down with an agreeable wife and would then focus all of his attention on her. Sephy would have her own husband by then. He had long given up his delusions of marrying for love. He knew in his heart he would never love anyone the way he loved Sephy. 

*

When he awoke the next morning, shame washed all over him once again. It was the primary feeling in the sea of emotions he was wading through at that moment. Guilt. Sadness. Anger at himself. Most of all, he felt terrible. Terrible for subjecting her - albeit a fantasy version - to play a role in encouraging his basest nature when he should have been at her door on his knees begging for forgiveness. 

Just as he was starting to pull himself out of the emoceans as he aptly named it, his valet entered the room to deliver a note. Cassie immediately recognised it to be Sephy’s handwriting and his heart soared, hoping she had arranged for an appointment. Instead as he read through the letter, he started to drown into his guilt, and his sadness had been promoted to despair. 

Dear Lord Cassidy, 

Thank you for escorting me back home and for a wonderful night at the Amberton’s Ball. However, in light of the events that occurred after, I require some time and distance to think through your proposition. Please respect this request and I will reach out in a week’s time when I’m ready. 

Your friend,  Lady Persephone 

Two things that caught his attention that pierced a sword through his heart.  One, she never addressed him as Lord Cassidy and now had done so twice. Once last night - he had quite literally recoiled hearing that from her lips - and now in this letter. 

Two, a week away from her sounded absolutely miserable. He could not remember a time where the two of them were ever apart. Save for the three months of life he had on her. Since then, they’ve always seen each other in some capacity. They would even invite each other’s families to vacations in the countryside when the seasons called for it. Being apart from her was simply a foreign concept he could not comprehend. Despite his own feelings on the matter, he loved her more. He loved her beyond his own misery and would put her first to honour her wishes. A week it is. He could make it through seven days. He could call upon Julia or Malcolm to help pass the time. It would not be the same but he would manage. 

For her. 

#Mr. Malcolm's List #Mr. Malcolm's List Fanfiction #Lord Cassidy #Lord Cassidy x OC #OC: Lady Persephone Parker-Green #Something There #Cassephone #Oliver Jackson-Cohen #FC: Simone Ashley #The Viscountess Writes

[persephoneacts]

Sobriety was difficult on any day of the weak, but Persephone found remaining sober to be particularly tricky when her closest friends all seemed to have a very close and personal relationship with drugs, alcohol, or both. On New Year’s Eve, tucked into the corner of her estranged cousin’s bookstore, she’d watched in silence as her friends had giggled and danced, throwing back drinks in a way that somehow carefully toed the line between reckless and entirely harmless. It was a balancing act she’d never quite managed to perfect, the scarring along her bare arms a testament to the fact. 

She sighed, sparing a lazy glance at her surroundings. Not even an hour ago, Maggie’s hand had been folded into her own, pulling her through the grand doorway of some random, rich bastard’s mansion, the two of them being swallowed whole by an expansive entryway already filled to the brim with people tipping back shots, smoking blunts, or worse – needles being passed, the sharp edged metal easily pushing past skin, heads lolling back as euphoria enveloped the user. It was a visual that had made Persephone wince, tearing her hand from Maggie’s as she turned rapidly, colliding clumsily with Matty’s chest. Maggie hadn’t noticed, her attention stolen by a pretty girl in a tiny skirt, something the girl would later swear had not caught her eye. Matty’s brow had furrowed with concern, his gaze flitting between his Maggie and Persephone, an internal war waging in his head as he no doubt tried to decide which of his girls he should prioritise at that moment in time. Seph hadn’t allowed him the opportunity to pick her, the blonde girl forcibly rolling her eyes in an attempt to feign indifference as she gave him a feeble punch to the arm and excused herself, slipping through a near doorway and out of sight. 

In truth, Persephone had no idea who the large house belonged to, nor why she kept torturing herself, absently agreeing to come along to whatever party or bar her friends dragged her to. She’d gone to the party at A Novel Idea without so much as a second thought; with Maggie off on tour and Killian focused on Amira, her reappearance his number one priority, Persephone had clung onto Marley’s invite as though it were her sole lifeline. The girl would be loath to admit that she’d been feeling lonely over the holiday period, but she hadn’t been able to handle the thought of spending the last night of the year alone – even if it meant watching her friends all gather themselves into happy duos at the stroke of midnight, lips crashing together in a blissful, tipsy haze, while she’d quietly pondered her own loss of girlhood. And tonight, she’d accompanied Maggie and Matty, likely for the same reasons she always found herself tucked under a duvet, Charlie’s nose innocently nuzzled against her shoulder, his hands trembling from his latest fix, sweat dripping from his pores – the stench, overwhelming and a stark reminder of her own past, was ironically the very thing that grounded her, reminding Sephy that her friends needed her watchful eye, a hand to hold should things spiral out of control. 

The doorway that Persephone had used to slip out from underneath Matty’s concerned gaze had led her to a long corridor, a spiral staircase at the base of it. The further she ventured down it, the more distant the once booming music from the party grew, and she slowly allowed her shoulders to drop, relief washing over her. Surely, with the sheer size of the place, she could find an unoccupied room somewhere to stow herself away in for the time being. The party was already in full swing as they’d arrived, but she knew Maggie was likely to want to stick around, and Matty wouldn’t leave until he knew she was home safe, so Seph would have some time to kill. She kept her head low, no real interest in whose halls she was stalking, as she ventured up two flights of stairs, distancing herself from the chaos unfolding below. 

Finally, her gaze landed on a door that was ever so slightly ajar, enough that she was certain she’d be able to hear by now if it was occupied. She hadn’t wanted to start tugging at the handles of doors, jostling them open and disturbing coked-out couples, nor had she wanted to garner unwanted attention by planting herself somewhere that might be off-limits. Momentarily, she pressed her ear to the door, an eyebrow arched as she strained to listen for unwanted sounds. Satisfied there was nobody on the other side, Seph clumsily bumped the door open with her shoulder and barreled through, before stumbling to an abrupt stop as her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. 

Persephone Blake had never quite had the pleasure of meeting Jackson Otto, but she’d certainly heard enough about him from Matty, and there was no mistaking that it was he who was standing in front of her now. His head was tipped back, one hand clamped over his own mouth, the other gripped tight to the hair of a man she didn’t recognise. Admittedly, she didn’t find it especially strange that the man was unfamiliar to her, on account of the fact that he was currently on his knees with his back to her, one hand firmly gripping Jackson’s naked thigh, his mouth keenly working away at the alleged heterosexual sportsman that Matty so frequently lusted over. 

“Fuck, sorry. Shit – ” Persephone swore, tearing her gaze away from the intimate scene in front of her. 

Spinning on her heels, she gave the two whatever privacy she possibly could at such a time. 

“I didn’t see shit. You never saw me,” she called over her shoulder, before surging out of the room, tugging the door shut with an almighty bang. 

#thread: jax1 #ft. jax

[system-toky0]

With all due respect, it’s frankly bullshit that even my escape being sleep, isn’t safe for us anymore.

I wake up paranoid, with a fear of someone breaking into our apartment, because family invites themselves over without any previous words. I was supposed to be the one to protect us under all circumstances, now even *I* am terrified to leave the house, feeing like i’m being watched, like every single person has it out for us, just for being trans.

No matter where I turn, where we look for distraction, peace or just… try to relax, there is no escape anymore. Tiktok full of right wing bullshit, we never liked it- obviously, Twitter pushing notifications out, hearing about how friends in the same situation feel on discord… Bluesky, everything is political now, and the more I see it, the more even I want to give up.

I’m not even a Trans personality or Alter, i’m a woman inside of a Transgirls body, sephy’s body, or her younger version, blossom. They together worked to get this far, it took them years to admit it to themselves, to work towards it, it took more than 2 years alone to see the one doctor that would give us the okay and go ahead for us to take hormones, in which time they had several suicide attempts. The second one of which I had to stop by forcefully fronting - That’s how i came into existence.

More rightwing politics isn’t gonna fix anything - literally. And the more i scroll through though the comments under tiktoks, it seems like no one even lives the same goddamn reality or even planet anymore- the pure absurdness of some makebeliefs and conspiracy theories…

I can’t take this anymore and i don’t know where to turn to at this point.

- Z

#help #did osdd #system #venting #lgbt #transgender #trauma #i need help

[leeus-writing]

Don't Go

Annon asked - I was wondering if i could get the end of a lil bit of nsfw with Seph and a femaleSOLDIER!reader. Perhaps in the moment Seph had asked if they would betray him as well and then afterwards the reader expresses that they truly meant that they wouldn’t? (Maybe a little bit specific so do as you wish with this if your up to write it, i just need some good old hurt/comfort for poor old Sephi 🥲)

Don't Go

Sephiroth was sat on the common room sofa, hands wrapped around a bottle as he looked towards the window. First Genisis, then Angeal. Who else? For the first time in years he felt alone again. The strange one in amongst strange folk. He threw the bottle across the room, watching it smash on a window. He turned and was shocked to find you standing there. Your hand slightly on your chest, you’d never know Sephiroth to be so… volatile.

“Seph?”

He took a breath and sat down, eyes sombre. You stepped towards him biting your lip concerned. Sephiroth held a special place in your heart.

“Sorry Y/N, I just got some… bad news,” he replied voice soft.

You understood, you’d heard about Angeal. Genisis was bad enough. You stepped closer to Sephiroth and smiled a little.

“I can… Get you another drink if you want?”

Sephiroth shook his head. He stood up to his full hight and looked down at you. You smile sympathetically and he brushed a hair out of your face.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?”

You’d thought about it. ShinRa was going to pot. The company was falling apart around your eyes, people were trying to get out whilst they still could, and your friends had told you to come with them.

“I’ve been… Thinking of going traveling or something. Just for a while. I’ve never been outside of Midgar,” you replied with a twitch of a smile.

Sephiroth shook his head, silver hair flicking through the light making it look as if it was sparkling. You felt bad, you’d let him down. He probably needed to hear you say you were going to stay. But you couldn’t promise anything to him. He turned and you reached out to touch his arm. Sephiroth looked down at you and placed his hand on yours.

“I’ll come back for you Sephiroth. When you tell me that you’re ready move on,” you said.

Sephiroth sighed and pulled you into his arms. Your heart thumped a little harder in your chest as your head rested against his chest. Sephiroth kissed the top of your head with affection.

“I’ll miss you Seph, but like I said it won’t be for long.”

Sephiroth scooped you up into his arms, “If you’re going on holiday, I guess I’ll need to remind you why you need to come back.”

Your eyes widened as he lay you down on the sofa. He worked on your belt with deft hands. Your eyes caught his and he moved in to kiss you, softly. You returned with a deeper kiss feeling his hands work to remove your trousers and underwear. They were discarded and dumped onto the floor.

With one hand slipped under your head his other hand worked on your folds. Stroking gently before he found the entrance to your pussy. He slipped deep inside of you, warmth radiated throughout your body. You let out a soft moan as his fingers slipped out again, circled your clit before slipping deep in again.

His kisses trailed down your neck, he lifted your shirt with his free hand and kissed down towards your pussy. His tongue flicked your clit causing you to shudder. His fingers moved faster in rhythm of his tongue. You couldn’t hold on much longer. Your hands gripped anything as you cried out cumming on his fingers. He smiled, removing them and held them out to you. You eyed him before covering his fingers with your mouth tasting you, he grinned.

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“Enough of a reminder for you to come home?” He asked.

“Seph, I was always come back to you, but this gives me an extra reason,” You replied. “After all I need to return the favour now.”

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#sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth x reader #ff7remake #ff7 #sephiroth #ff7 x reader

[crisiscutie]

Yes Yandere CC Sephiroth.

Thanks!

I can give this another shot. The darling is gonna give her sweet Sephy an amazing gift. 💜💜💜

Content Warning: NSFW, Mommy Kink. Gentle Femdom Goodness.

The darling did promise to reward Sephiroth for being such a sweet and behaved boy lately. Well, "behaved" as best you can get from him.

The two had just begun their bonding time, and were undressing each other, ready to get to the action.

He passionately kissed his mommy darling, relishing the sensation of her pillowy fat tits in his hands as his tongue swirled around hers.

Employing her alluring and motherly qualities, the darling gently instructed her sweet boy to go on all fours.

C.C was filled with excitement and curiosity as he obediently followed his mommy darling's commands.

The darling positions herself at his rear, whispering words of encouragement, whether for herself or for him, who knows.

He felt an intense rush of pleasure as her nimble fingers traced the contours of his toned, inner thighs, leaving him feeling ecstatic.

She gave his heavy balls a loving kiss, almost giggling as they visibly twitched with need afterwards.

Her fingers worked together, teasing the veins on his thick cock while collecting the pre-cum dribbling from it.

His thick and sticky pre-cum from him is so strong that it's like a living entity, yearning to engulf every corner of her mouth and throat as she swallows it. She could feel his dark desire to be with her forever coursing through it.

C.C. is doing everything in his power to stay calm, but the slow-paced tease is pushing him to the brink.

"You're a good boy, Sephiroth. Thank you for being patient..." In her motherly voice, the darling spoke softly and reassuringly.

Though his feral spirit longed to take her, he kept it in check and remained in control, determined to be the "good boy" his mommy darling always wanted him to be.

The darling leaned closer to his tight hole, giving his pink rim a testing lick, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from him.

Taking it as her sign to proceed, she licked his hole thoroughly, coating it with her saliva.

Lost in a world of pleasure and affection, C.C. let out a low moan and whine while his hips jolted.

She stopped licking and pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva from his rim to her lips. It slowly dissipated as she spoke.

"You've been good for me... I want to make this even more special."

The darling pressed her pillowy tits together, enveloping his thick cock between them as she went back to pleasuring his rim.

With a swift motion, she slid the tip of her tongue into his tight hole, and felt his muscle contract around it as he gasped in intense pleasure.

Using her pillowy tits, she moved them up and down his thick shaft while simultaneously thrusting her tongue deeper into his hole.

C.C. followed along, languidly fucking her tits in his pleasurable trance.

His tight hole was a feast for her tongue. She savored the feeling of its rough texture as she explored every inch as much as she can.

With his shaft throbbing and his balls twitching, darling knew it was time for him to release.

The corrupted seed that he released was thick, and it quickly covered her tits and torso. It felt like it was slightly moving, as it attempted to cover as much of her as possible. She can even feel it drifting down to her cunt.

C.C. collapsed onto the bed afterward, his body shuddering with pleasure.

"Mother... I-I..."

The darling withdrew her tongue from his hole, laying next to him afterwards.

"I know, Sephiroth. This gift is for you and you alone... No one else will have it." She stroked his head.

With a euphoric smile on his face, he nuzzled his head into her cum-covered tits and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Mother..."

I had this request before and struggled with it. But I think I did well this time~! Only this Sephy can get eaten out by the darling. 💜

#ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #crisis cutie #ff7 #house of sephiroth au #yandere sephiroth #final fantasy x reader #tw: mommy kink #c.c rambles

[rosie-love98]

Trek-Wars OC Idea:

It's a working progress, but here are the details:

To elaborate, when Sybok was exiled from Vulcan, he went on adventures to find God. Yet, during his quest, a wormhole had pulled him into the Star Wars Galaxy in 2268. Specifically on the planet, Endor. There, he'd meet and fell in love with the Nightsister fugitive, Charal.

For a time the two lived in Sybok's marrooned ship and had their son, Kai. Three years later, Sybok and Charal used their powers to foresee an upcoming wormhole that could return them to the Milky Way. But before they could be set to leave, Terak took Charal and Kai away, foricng Sybok to make his return alone.

While Charal is forced to serve as Terak's minion, Kai is sent to live in the wilderness until he is 15 when Luke Skywalker and his Rebel friends were on Endor. Thinking that Kai's father was a Sephi, Luke takes the wild boy in as his padawan.

While Kai grew into a mischevious, fun-loving and flirtatious young man, his life turns upside down when Enterprise-A mysteriously enters his galaxy. Long story short, poor Kai struggles to bond with his emotionless uncle Spock, remembering the trauma from his pon farr, choosing between the Skyriver and the Milky Way along with wondering if the latter galaxy could except a Force-Sensitive.

To make things more complicated, Kai and his girlfriend, Alisha Gildfridian are both unaware of the latter's own parentage.

So...what do ya think?

#star wars #star wars battle of endor #star wars ewok movies #star wars original trilogy #star trek #star trek tos #star trek final frontier #star trek sybok #sybok star trek #sybok #charal #charal star wars #star wars charal