Jul 6, 2023
"im gonna sacrifice his asshole to the entity i swear to the abyss" —one of my many top ocs
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"im gonna sacrifice his asshole to the entity i swear to the abyss" —one of my many top ocs
@facinorousfigures
" You can try......"
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[anon hate from the clones]
your hair is drier than the desert, now that those bastards at shinra stopped holding your strings.
your hair's even drier than the [REDACTED] of 90% the silver elite fangirls, once you went apeshit at nibelheim.
also you're overcompensating for a small [EXPUNGED], but i think that's common knowledge already!
Sephiroth waved his hand about as though he could actually physically see said offender as they'd given him enough ammo to dismiss them. But once his head turned and his brows narrowed and he'd let out a half amused scoff. As if he could pipe it down even if he he could wish for it so enough. Though he'd digested all of the offenses--or more like, insults as difficult as they were for him to hear, his head shook and he'd instantly cut straight to the one that one claim in which served annoyance to him the deepest through nearly gritted teeth. The one that brought out more and more of his bitterness. But that was before he remembers he was amused so that helped him to feign his niceties. It aided him to play along and so his jaws were a little less...tightened.
"....My 'fans'? Really....? Is that what you think they were?" He'd swallow away the oncoming hysteria as it threatened before he enabled himself scoff again and Sephiroth liked to half-roll his eyes, and so he did. "That would somehow imply that you'd believe they'd known me." Even before his descent into a certain madness of realization Sephiroth genuine felt that way about them. But the different between now and then was that then, he'd never voiced it. And now? He was a little bit more blunt and unfiltered with his emotions and thoughts. There his brain no longer bothered to dangle and hover a mental a neon sign above his head. Deciding to ignore everything else which was spouted unto him he'd continue. "Remind me once more why do you bother wasting yours and my time?"
get it? because you're nothing more than a fucking memory, sephiroth.
Along with a pang in which he learned to long since ignore, but he also returned a wry though half sarcastic smile. "And yet here you are extending unto me your unrelenting concerns. I thank you."
sephiroth must be rain, since everything good about him comes from a cloud.
wait where's the anonymous button
He really hadn't known at first how to approach said accusation at hand. Or least he may have misunderstood just what the fuss particularly was about. His brows lifted and he'd the urgency to catch himself before he allowed his jaws to drop and so he refrained from it. Sephiroth realized what a sight he might've looked. So he'd dance around the subject as creatively as his thought path allowed for. "Rain soothes and cleanses. What is the err in that?"
［ anonymous hate mail, from the clones ］
Stumbling upon the hate mail, which is what people were calling it these days, Sephiroth's first reaction while reading it the first time would've been for him to deadpan and huff, following by a rolling of the eyes. Staring at it a few seconds longer, he would reread it over and over. Both of his brows would raise and he stopped to turn his head over his shoulder and then behind him. It takes him another moment to fully absorb how he felt about it. It finally hit him. Lastly, it was amusement. Reading the words 'false god', 'false messiah,' and even 'limp dick'--ESPECIALLY the latter, he'd do his best to snicker about it. But that was full to follow after him his lips shaped into a coyish grin. The more he attempted to not laugh, he'd soon snort. Something that only happened when he found something humorous and when he attempted to not laugh all that he liked about said matter, it would happen anyway. He wasn't at all phased even in the slightest.But he commended the effort. It actually gave him a good laughing as he'd known exactly who it was from. His ego wasn't that fragile.
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A secluded place. This cult was damn right difficult to find, it taking every resource Quinn had in his book to even manage to get on their trail. They had been connected to multiple disappearances in the town. What they were exactly doing was still unclear. The reporter didn't know their motive. Who they worshiped so much to go as far as to hide themselves away from the public eye.
Quinn manages to sneak in, keeping a cautious eye out from the vantage point he had mange to secure. Trying to see what these cultists were doing and why they were doing it.
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“Yh-Yyou---” A breathed sucked in through a toothy, crooked grin. “Y-You can’t keep-keep me here.”
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“Don’t... You... Touch... That.” Eerily to turn around. Head tilts some through tinted glasses. TROUBLE! TROUBLE! PREY! THEY’RE HERE TO HARM US--- DESTROY US! WHAT DID WE TELL THEM? WHY DID THEY NOT LISTEN? MUST THEY BE TAUGHT A LESSON?
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