eariv

Welcome to my blog!

I don’t really do much here other than lurking around silently like a deer 🦌, my apologies for some awkwardness here and there (if) when I’m interacting ^^;

About this blog:

Multifandom

Talks about characters (canon/hcs)

Shitposts and incorrect quotes

Yume charas from different media

Randomly blog/reblog anything and everything of my interests

I do and love doing art & writing but I’m bad at it #lolz

Yume info:

Mostly familial and platonic—have romantic too but they’re not as obvious and basically complicated non-settled relationships.

My oc is a sona. I’m too shy to share much about them, so they’re usually a nameless character who is referred to by many different nicknames.

I do silly crack/serious crossover of said characters A LOT into one alternate universe so they’re usually not canon accurate. That being said, their lore is pretty much messy.

Missing Duty

Precious Little Things

“Hey, there you are. Where have you been?” Angeal inquired as she walked into the department’s lounge.

“Oh, I was just getting fresh air but then–”she paused in her track upon noticing the chaos behind him, glancing at none other than the Daily Banter of Genesis and Sephiroth episode, “what happened?”

Angeal just sighed and shook his head. She understood what it meant and laughed at the premise, “I assume it’s about the coffee?”

“You know it’s about the coffee.”

She didn’t say anything else as her smile widened, turning to watch the scene unfold as she tucked her hands behind her back. Angeal caught a glimpse of a jingling chain, taking a peek of what she’s holding. “What do you have over there?” he asked, pointing at her.

“Oh this?” she brought her hands forward again, displaying a small item she’s holding onto, “it’s a keychain! I crossed path with some ladies on the street. They were selling so many merchandises, it’s so cute that I couldn’t resist!”

“Merchandise of what?”

She chuckled, eyes twinkled playfully before answering: “you guys.” as she motioned over the present 1st Class SOLDIERS right in front of her.

“Oh…”

She brought it closer to his face, jingling the keychain, which consisted of three small plushies that take form of the people he’s familiar with—as one of which, was himself—in a smaller and rounder form. He observed the item, expression serious before mirth taking over with how ridiculous(ly)(indeed cute) the little plush dolls are. But it’s not Angeal Hewley if his mind doesn’t immediately shift to financial responsibility as he turned to ask her, “how much were these?”

“Well…” the sheepish laugh and scratch to her nape said it all before the words were even out. Seeing the look on her senior’s face, she quickly deflected, “but it’s a good deal! You see, these plushies actually came from different merchants; obviously each from your respective fanclubs. I was hesitant as to which one I should choose first, so they opted to combine their products into one and put it on a sale price! Isn’t it nice?”

“What’s nice?” the deeper voice of the person within the topic was heard as he suddenly materialized behind her, bending down slightly to her level in curiosity.

“Keychain of you!” she chirped, turning around and pushing the keychain and jingle it again to show him a better look of it.

It was then Sephiroth and Genesis’ turn to inspect their tiny replicas hanging by the keychain. Sephiroth looked confused, but otherwise unfazed, seemingly all too familiar with his own commercialization—on normal occasions, he’d be irritated seeing his own self within the spotlight. It’s objectifying, it’s uncomfortable. He almost thought the same until he realized that, knowing how she is, it’s just an innocent sentiment that’s not worth to be mad about—“very endearing” was his thought, but what came out of his mouth was simply a curt hum. Was he satisfied? Was he annoyed? Nobody knew. As for Genesis, he took a really good look on his own replica, then his eyes darted between the other two plushies, then to his own again, and then–

“Just a moment, why is my plush smaller and shorter in size?” he questioned, brows furrowed and lips puckered in what seemed to be a small pout.

They all turned to take a closer look at the plushies; Mini Genesis was indeed shorter compared to his mini friends. The realization made Angeal barked out a laugh which only irked Genesis even more, and even more when the tiniest faintest laugh came out of the silver-haired SOLDIER.

“I am wounded.” Genesis exclaimed dramatically, sparking another laugh out of the two men. “If you both won’t quit it, I swear–”

Family photo

A Day in SOLDIER: Gluestatic

As I keep thinking about it, I have come into one important conclusion… I think, there is no such thing as “mischaracterizing” a character—unless if it comes from lack of media literacy skills and blatant ignorance—because at the end of the day, how you interpret the character—heck, even the story and its point—would not be all exactly the same as other people. There will always be a slight difference in how you perceive them.

We have our own ways to describe the character based on how we receive the information. In some cases, two or more different interpretations can coexist with each other if we analyze the context deeper; the parallel could be there, somewhat. There is no exact pointer in which end of the spectrum one character belongs to—unless if it’s stated otherwise in canon, but even then, people can have fun, that is why fanmade contents exist. At the end of the day, the character’s interpretation belongs solely to the audience because we’re the one who decides from which angle and perspective we describe them.

Note: my personal analysis and headcanons.

Harry: Okay

Ron: *takes a deep breath* Fuck, marry, kill. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick

Harry:

Ron:

Harry:

Ron:

Harry: Kill Snape, obliviate Lockhart and slaughter Umbridge

Ron: Bloody hell. . .

Hermione: HARRY NO-