#professor gast

[geekysteven]

#id in alt text #mean girls #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy #ff7 remake #ff7 #ffvii #professor hojo #cloud strife #jenova #sephiroth #sephiroth crescent #lucrecia crescent #vincent valentine #red xiii #nanaki #aerith gainsborough #aeris gainsborough #Aeris #aerith #zack fair #professor gast #ff7 wedge #ifalna #1k

[the-east-art]

For 20 days ‘we’ were ‘us’

#ffvii #ff7 #ifalna #gast #Aerith #baby version #background practice #professor gast #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #icicle inn #icicle lodge

[getvalentined]

I understand people giving Lucrecia the benefit of the doubt with regard to what she did to Vincent, just like I understand people not realizing how undeniably fucked up Gast was, but the important thing to keep in mind about these characters is that the majority of them are written as being in the throes of some pretty extreme cognitive dissonance.

It's not bad writing, it's that they're hypocrites. They reached a moral event horizon at some point, and they did what they felt they had to do when crossing it.

Gast abandoned a child because he wasn't what he wanted—even having raised Sephiroth up until that point and knowing that he was a pretty normal kid overall, as we can see from his behavior as a young teen in Ever Crisis, Gast still couldn't bear to continue to be responsible for a monster. He knew what Hojo was capable of, because he knew about what happened to Vincent, because it happened in his lab, and he left a literal child in his care anyway. Sephiroth's only crime was not being what Gast thought he was, and Gast damned him to a lifetime of torture under a "father" whose only goal was to use him to prove his own genius. Why? Because Gast had a goal, and the goal was what mattered, the ends justified any means he could devise. He was a man obsessed, driven to the verge of madness in his lust for the Promised Land. A religious zealot with the most powerful scientific team in the world at his disposal, ready to prove him right—and then he wasn't right, and the whole world fell apart underneath him. Ifalna gave him back that stability, because she was a real Ancient, and she gave him a new, better child to care for. A child that wasn't a monster, a child that was his, a child that might one day lead him to the Promised Land, if her mother didn't do so first. When Aerith was born, Gast got to be right again, and therefore all was right with the world. Sephiroth (like Genesis before him) may as well have never existed at all.

Lucrecia openly experimented on a man who loved her enough to die for her, going so far as to apparently use data from those experiments to improve her own academic standing, because she couldn't bear the guilt of being responsible for his death. It wasn't about whether it was the right thing to do, it wasn't about whether she loved him back, it wasn't even about her thesis at that point—she just couldn't continue to live having lost everything as a result of her own impatience, her own lack of regard for everyone around her. She killed her mentor through her own impatience, she gave up her son for experimentation, she didn't stop her husband from experimenting on her ex-lover, and she had nothing to show for it but crippling Jenova toxicosis and an equally crippling cowl of regret.

I could even go into Hojo here, how what he did to Sephiroth was a result of struggling to escape Gast's shadow, how what he did to Vincent was a result of him struggling to prove that he deserved his wife, how everything he did was born from the all-consuming need to do just one thing for which no one else could take credit. Hojo got the director position not because he earned it, but because Gast ran away. Hojo got Lucrecia not because he wooed her, but because he didn't have eyes like the unrequited first love that she killed. Hell, Project S only happened because Project G failed! Nothing Hojo has ever had that was worth anything was because of his work, only because the work of others failed. Why do you think he talks about "failures" the way he does? The failure of others is the only reason he's gotten so far, and he knows that any failure of his own will knock him right off that pedestal—and he's terrified.

None of these people are good people. I don't know that any of them ever were. But in their eyes, everything they did was justified, they took the right course of action, because they took the only course of action that their personal understanding of reality would allow them to take.

Were any of them actually right? Probably not. Certainly not, in some cases. But there's no going back on it now. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess, and there's no calling it back.

#fandom ramble #lucrecia crescent #professor hojo #professor gast #gast faremis #final fantasy vii #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #not even getting into the project g crew #mostly because I did a whole ramble on gillian a while back #and I'm not prepared to do a character analysis of hollander #who is possibly more messed up than hojo #for different reasons #but hoooooo boy #he's also dumber than hojo tho #which is his problem #if he were a little smarter #we'd be doomed

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Hojo: Thank you for not saying “I told you so”.

Gast: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

#incorrect quotes #hojo #professor hojo #Gast Faremis #ff7 #ffvii #ffviir #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii remake #ff7r #final fantasy vii before crisis #dirge of cerberus #professor gast

[rottenpumpkin13]

(Veld, Lucrecia, Gast and Hojo walks into a dark room about to turn on the lights)

Vincent:*skittering across the floor away from the light from the door, red eyes wide* ◉⁠‿⁠◉

(simultaneously)

Lucrecia: Aww~

Gast: *screaming*

Hojo: *screaming louder*

Veld: What in Shiva's name is that thing Lucrecia get the holy water

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #professor hojo #lucrecia crescent #veld ff7 #professor gast

[preposterousgreen]

AU in which Professor Gast raises Sephiroth and begins teaching him dad jokes just as soon as he can form sentences.

Shinra PR has no hope whatsoever of concealing the fact that their hero is an unparalleled punmaster cheesy little shit, and in this universe it is Angeal who drags Genesis off to Midgar to join SOLDIER.

#shitpost #silly AUs #sephiroth #professor gast #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #crisis core #final fantasy vii

[kharits]

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #ff7 #gast faremis #professor gast #sephiroth #i guess…

[umbralstars]

Wip whenever. Rebirth is making me drag out the old fics and add to them and replan them. Here's some Sephiroth in Cosmo Canyon that has many before chapters of context, but I need to share it: Looking up at the familiar scrawl, Sephiroth bit his lip at the sudden tightness of his chest. Long forgotten grief always bubbled to the surface upon seeing that familiar scrawl. Every familiar loop, every equation to puzzle, every marginal note that had miraculously not been wiped away that upon the blackboard another piece of a man whom only lived within memories. How many relics were preserved here? If Spehiroth tore through this library how many times would he see Professor Gast’s ghost among the pages?

Would he finally be allowed a full picture of the man?

There was a sinking feeling deep within him as he gazed up at the celestial body, and the words written in Cetran script below it. He wanted to study the diagrams of the lifestream, the stars, the ruins he could see behind a stack of precarious books, every equation being added to, and anything else he could get his hands upon until his body gave out from the exhaustion of it. He wanted to leave the observatory and never see that handwriting again. Professor Gast had only mentioned once he ever came to Cosmo Canyon.

“Oh ho! Are you interested in the work of Professor Gast, my boy?” Fellow Bugenhagen suddenly said from across the room.

Sephiroth startled. Turning to cut his eyes at the man; only to find Cloud looking right back at him with concern written all over his face. Familiar warmth from their bond pressed at his mind, yet Sephiroth turned away and stubbornly kept the door shut. He crossed his arms then drew them close to his chest.

“I did know he was a Planetology and Cetran scholar, but I wasn’t aware he was so deeply tied to Cosmo Canyon…” Sephiroth said slowly.

The elder was unperturbed. “Cosmo Canyon was his home. I still remember him as a youngster climbing all over those ruins in the valley, and begging the older acolytes to let him go with them to Gongaga.” When Bugenhagen chuckled it was full of the mirth of old memories, and Sephiroth couldn’t help the watery smile of his own at the image. He continued after a moment. “I’m surprised he mentioned it so little to you. He only got to visit once more before disappearing from our lives…but he spoke of wanting to bring a young child in his care here. At the time, I believed he could only be speaking of his son…”

Sephiroth wanted to deny it instantly. It couldn’t be him. He was no one’s son. But his mouth stayed firmly closed via a tangled knot. A hand touched his shoulder. Every finger distinct and warm even through the thick cotton his tunic, and he knew even without having to look that it was Cloud from how it made his skin buzz. He could do this. He could talk about this.

“Planet—“ his throat closed in on itself. A forced breath passed his lips as he worked his tongue to untangle the knot. “Planetology is not a field Professor Hojo found much use in. An ‘unscientific field of the weak minded’ he called it, I believe, so I was not schooled in much of it at all.”

Fellow Bugenhagen mulled on that before quietly sighing to himself. The materia he stood hummed within his very bones as the elder man drew close, and Spehiroth did not know if he should draw away. Leaving this place—despite Cloud’s intentions or Aerith’s interest—seemed a far better choice than to linger long. Then the elder, too, was at his side. “The more I hear about this ‘Hojo’ the more I believe it was he who was the close minded one. Not a good trait to have for a man of science...or of the Planet, I will have you know.”

“I could not speak of even half of it…” Sephiroth said.

#ff7 #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #bugenhagen #ff7 fic #wip whenever #professor gast #i'm trying to seriously make this into a Thing

[altocat]

What was child Seph like?

Baby Seph HHHH

As a child, at least in his very early years, Sephiroth was mostly curious, quiet, and rather shy and skittish. He didn't like loud noises or needles or making Hojo angry. He was clever, interested in his surroundings, and very eager to please his sole parental figures.

He loved having lessons with Gast, asking thousands upon thousands of questions about the world he wasn't allowed to see beyond very limited supervised visits. He could get easily frightened and startled and was often hiding, whether it was from Hojo whenever he'd be dragged away for Mako procedures, or because he was simply frightened of strangers invading his space. He just wanted a nice, safe, peaceful set of hours spent in Gast's company, or just coloring or playing with puzzles. Above all, in these early years, Sephiroth was gentle. He could get bratty and angry and pouty like any other kid, but the influences of combat and violence were not yet fully ingrained into him. Not with Gast working as his protector and teacher. And though Sephiroth was aware he was "different" and despite the fact that he always felt like he was desperately longing for something missing (his mother), he would have been content to stay this way forever, subdued and shy and passively exploring whatever Gast was teaching him.

After Gast leaves, Sephiroth hardens considerably. Finding out about his death only makes it worse. Afterwards, Sephiroth possesses a rather nasty, violent temper, further maximized by Hojo's continued goading and shoving him into combat scenarios. Sephiroth was taught to kill things very early on and though Hojo could never quite eliminate Sephiroth's ability to empathize, Sephiroth has been fully conditioned into violence and murder by the time he reaches his tweens. Sephiroth further begins to close himself up emotionally, bottling his rage and frustration and confusion, as well as detaching from all the bloodshed he causes. It's a very unhealthy coping mechanism but it's all he has. And so long as Shinra is giving him structure and a purpose, he's willing commit whatever horrible murderous shady acts they command of him. And without question.

And, thus, slowly paving his path forward to the inevitable events that follow, losing more and more of who he used to be every step of the way.

#Sephiroth #Sephcanons #ff7 #ffvii #asks #crisis core #final fantasy 7 #Angst #Gast Faremis #Professor Gast #Professor Hojo #Hojo

[priceofreedom]

FF7 replay 18/?

#what a tragic family ugh it breaks my heart #final fantasy vii #ffgraphics #ifalna #gast faremis #gamingedit #ff7 #professor gast #og #creaciones #belén replays ff7

[risingoflights]

(Nice thing about writing so infrequently and so long ago is that I’ve forgotten half the things I’ve ever wrote. Here’s another old one from who knows when)

Be calm, he told himself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Behind him, the children huddled on the topmost step of the stairs, observing him with quiet curiosity. Two pairs of green eyes burned into the back of his neck. On the coffee table in front of him were two mugs of hot tea. There was a little puddle of tea on the table itself too, spilt by the shaking hands of the woman who laid the mugs down. And on the other side of the table, Gast sat in a squashy armchair, contemplating him with a level gaze. Behind the man's glasses were frustration and confusion, but that awful amount of understanding and tolerance still remained. The old scientist was waiting, his hands clasped together between his knees, still wearing the snow-pants in which he had first greeted his unexpected visitor on the doorstep to his Icicle home. The fire in the fireplace crackled. The ticking of the clock was maddeningly rhythmic. Breathe in. Breathe out. Hojo cleared his throat, reached for the mug, found it too hot, and returned his hand to his lap. He bit his lip. After a while, Gast sighed. "Aerith? Sephiroth? Come down here for a second," he called. Tiny footsteps pitter-pattered down the stairs in twos and fours. Two pairs of green eyes stared up at Hojo unabashed from their new position behind the coffee table. Gast put a hand on one shoulder of each of the two youngsters. "This is an old friend of daddy's," he said softly, smiling down at them. "His name is Simon. You can say hi to uncle Simon, instead of gawking so rudely at him like that. Go on, say hi." "Hi uncle Simon," they chorused. Hojo made an odd noise at the back of his throat. Breathing had suddenly become very difficult. "Sephiroth here just turned five about a week ago," Gast continued, ruffling the silver hair of the older child. "He's about to attend the local school, but he can already read like a big boy, so we're very proud of him." "Really..." Hojo attempted a smile too, but it came out more like a grimace. "So you like to read, Sephiroth?" "Yeah." Eyes shone with unnatural intelligence. Shone the way his mother's eyes used to shine. "And...do you like it here...with you mom and dad?" "Yeah," he answered again, then poked out a tongue at the toddler with the amber curls next to him. "Could do without Aerith, though." The little girl mimicked him and hugged Gast's knee, pouting. Her father put a tender, protective hand on her head, and Hojo watched her grin unfold like a flower. "Now, now. Do that often and one day your tongues will freeze outside your mouths," Gast gently scolded. "Why don't you two go outside and finish that snowman army you were making? Daddy and uncle Simon have a lot of catching up to do." The kids went obediently. From outside came the sound of their laughter and shouts, evidence they were enjoying more of a snow battle than a cooperative building game. Hojo reached for the mug that had cooled, and took a gulp of tea that was still too hot. The clock ticked, and Gast's eyes were locked onto his again. "So." The older man said. "What is it you've come to say?"

#crim's modern writing #fanfiction #professor gast #hojo #aeriseph #aerith #professor hojo

[noxsylvania]

Liked drawing the Strifes so I took my hand at designs for Ifalna and Gast :) I wanted Aeris to actually take more after Gast since they made her and Ifalna look... identical..

#I wantedddddd to draw Elmyra also but decided to skip her for now #ophidian doodles #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #ffvii ifalna #ff7 ifalna #aeris gainsborough #aerith gainsborough #professor gast #gast faremis

[s-ephiroth]

Sephiroth Week 2022

seven fragments

Day 6: Nemesis

Summary: Sephiroth and Professor Gast play a game of chess

#sephirothweek #professor gast #sephiroth #arkeefic

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Hojo: As Faremis once said.

Hojo: Get fucked.

Professor Gast: *from beyond the grave* I have never once said that.

#incorrect quotes #hojo #professor hojo #professor gast #gast faremis #ff7 #ffvii #ffviir #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii remake #ff7r #final fantasy vii crisis core #dirge of cerberus

[ofgeneticperfection]

Meta + Professor Gast

Isrieal wasn't quite around yet in the Professor Gast era but she knows all about the incident whether from digging on her own accord of if the Professor actually ever discussed it. She has no opinons on the man other than he must have been weak or a bit of a pushover. He probably didn't deserve the outcome but she understands sometimes you have to do what it takes to claim what is rightfully yours and she'd see no other as the head of Science.

She's studied Gasts notes in depth and can only shake her head at the notion that Jenova is an 'Ancient' or the concept of a 'Promised Land'. Jenova may be an ancient being but she knows damn well it is far more than a Cetra, or far worse. Her vision is not clouded by its grandeur.

As for the Promised Land theory, she doesn't believe it is a tangible place from what she has read, but a place that only the soul can travel too once it has departed the body.

#Asks #HC #Headcannon #Professor Gast #Pow pow

[anakinh]

Cloud. I've come across the most fascinating passage.

#ffedit #ffgraphics #ffviiedit #final fantasy #ffvii #ff7 #sephiroth #finalfantasyedit #ffvii rebirth #ff7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth spoilers #[choo choo] all aboard the professor gast hate train! this man has gotten off scot-free for TOO LONG #cw flashing gif #mine #mineff #minegifs #guys 60 fps is a pain in the butt for giffing rn and i do NOT like my current method of dealing with it #(like the 0.01 time is fine but imo the main problem is gif sizes are huge)