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If I do add my KH AU to the official FWC multiverse, I'll most likely have some of these.

Sephiroth with an adorable habit. He hums to himself whenever he thinks he's alone. Or half-whispers breathy little song lyrics to himself, making up the words when he can't remember them.

Sephiroth having an active side hobby. He spends some time on his balcony trying to chart the stars, forming detailed maps of every precious constellation.

Sephiroth possessing an assortment of endearing human gestures. He sneezes so very quietly, but also has the silliest laugh whenever he's amused at something. He scrunches his face in disgust. He blushes whenever Genesis is teasing him. He has this special slow, puzzled blink whenever he's confused at something. He snores sometimes when he's deeply asleep. His eyes widen when he's curious. He bumps into things all the time due to his height. He tosses his hair almost on reflex during particularly hot summer days. He yawns during long meetings. He rolls his eyes whenever Hojo is talking to him. He grins widely like an eager child whenever he and his friends are sparring together.

Cut to post-Nibelheim Sephiroth, who is altogether emotionless, expressionless, and wholly without humanity. His body is rigid. His skin is cold. His stare is glassy and blank, his eyes unblinking, narrowed with predatory focus. His movements are slow, languid, like something half-alive. Dead inside. No shadow beneath his feet beyond the darkness he carries in his soul. A hollow shell. An undead harbinger. Without scent. Without color or vibrancy. Without memories. And feelings. And friends.

*Angeal and Genesis sprint from opposite directions at a corner and nearly collide into each other*

Angeal: Did you find him??

Genesis: Not a trace! And I’ve checked the training rooms, the archives, and the private study!

Angeal: Damn it! We need to find him now, before Lazard finds out!

Lazard: Before Lazard finds out about what?

*They both shriek in horror*

Lazard: Alright, I’ll invest in a cat bell. Where’s Sephiroth? I’ve been looking for him all morning. He’s due for a deployment to Corel.

Angeal: Sephiroth is... uh... Genesis, where did you say Sephiroth went?

Genesis, panicking: Gongaga!

Angeal: GONGAGA?

Lazard: What’s he doing in Gongaga?

Angeal: He isn’t! He’s—okay, look—we’re coming clean. We accidentally struck Sephiroth with a volatile materia and temporarily... reduced... him to a child. We were hiding him in the lounge until the effects wore off, but we took our eyes off him for five seconds and he vanished!

Lazard: Well, I suggest you find him. Before I use my own materia to turn you both into toads for my new initiative: The Disciplinary Terrarium.

Genesis: Good grief.

Lazard: However, I’m currently far too medicated on stress-relief supplements to deal with this right now. Which brings me to a secondary, unrelated headache: Why were Zack and that blonde infantry trooper—Cloud, is it?—spotted on security footage hauling a massive, rolled-up rug into the service elevator an hour ago?

Angeal: I have no idea, Zack is—WAIT. A RUG?

Lazard: Yes. According to the shift logs, an infantryman noted a “vague, highly localized, concerning lump” shifting around inside the fibers.

Angeal: Oh, god. I know exactly where Sephiroth is.

(Meanwhile, in a hotwired company car, racing down the highway fifty minutes outside Midgar)

*Cloud is driving, Zack is in the passenger’s seat, and five-year-old Sephiroth is sitting in the back booster seat, happily munching on a greasy corn dog*

Zack: WOO! Man, this is great! How’s your corn dog, buddy?

Sephiroth: It’s very good! But why is it called a corn dog if it doesn’t contain corn? Or dogs?

Zack: Ah, I’m not really great at philosophy, little guy. Sorry! C’mon Cloud, speed it up! Hit the gas!

Cloud: Are you insane!? We already kidnapped Sephiroth! And we’re crossing the border for unsanctioned foster care! Plus, we stole a highly traceable company vehicle, and are currently on the run from the entire Turks division! I’m not adding a speeding ticket to the mix!

Zack: Stop being so uptight, man. This is our life now. We’re giving Sephiroth the normal, happy childhood he never got to have, so the world is our oyster! So, buddy—where do you want to go first?

Sephiroth: I’ve always wanted to go to Nibelheim.

Cloud: Aww. That’s actually kind of sweet. Did you see that on a map, or in a travel brochure, or something?

Sephiroth: No. I have a towering shadow figure that lurks over my bed at night, urging me to journey to the Mt. Nibel reactor, liberate her from her constraints, burn the entire village to ash, and ascend to godhood :]

*Cloud slowly turns his head to stare at Zack*

Zack, sniffling: Hear that, Cloud? Our boy is so ambitious. He wants to take over the world!

Cloud: THAT’S IT. I’M PULLING OVER. I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN THE APOCALYPSE

genesis w a dumbapple apple (gackt heavily referenced)

went to a convention and got a sketch commission of genesis! the artist had a ton of really cool ff7 art, I also got a great print of sephiroth

artist link: https://linktr.ee/christian_angel

“i see no point in living if i can’t be beautiful.”

- howl pendragon