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rocketbirdie · 23 hours
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Memories.
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Before he could come up with an answer, though, Kunsel was hugging him. At first, it surprised him, though he didn't know why. Maybe just because the last five years had been completely devoid of positive touch like this. Maybe it was because he hadn't quite expected it. But either way, it was needed, and Zack felt himself sink into the hug almost immediately, wrapping his arms tightly around his friend and burying his face in the other's shoulder.
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Am I lost? You're not lost, you know this place. See how you know this place? That's not right—
His panicked breath halts and the world shifts under his feet. Against the cracking ache and the fogged haze, he lifts his head and blinks into the shine of mako gold eyes. When did you get here? Kunsel has information and he sends it to you often. Leave, he's not important.
"Lost? Me?" His toothy grin sends a flare of pain behind his eyes. When have we met? You know him, like you know this place. "Kunsel, man, you know I've run around underplate a thousand times! Stop worryin'! I'll see you later, ok? Things to do, pretty girls to see—"
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Kunsel Zantos showed promise. That much had been obvious from day one of his formal recruitment; questionable background and motivations aside (that which, perhaps, had begun Tseng's careful monitoring in the first place). But in truth, the Turk had not expected him to last long. Bets placed against him for all manners of reasons/excuses, foolish enough to go poking his head in places they didn't belong.
And yet, here he was, stubbornly persistent despite it all.
The last time he had to deal with a SOLDIER directly like this? All those years ago. Alongside Zack. A case which had been pulled from its archival home to live under the watchful gaze of the leader of the Turks because of the very reckless idiot he was now working with.
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There was a comfort in physical contact that Aerith couldn't explain. It was always how she had been. But she bottled that for the sake of being heartbroken. The more Kunsel came around, the more that heartbreak lifted. The more she felt herself. The more she punched and pushed, teased and tapped. Invaded his space with those big green eyes and smiled at him as wide as she could...
She was happy.
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"...you're the only one that's left— you— you KNOW everything, and I know you have to live with that just as much as I do, but you've come back after all this time, and that's all you can say to me? 'Life isn't a game, Roche— life isn't a stage!' Then what am I supposed to make of it, huh? Play the loyal little hound like you? Bow down and kiss some Shinra ass while I'm at it? Abandon who I am; what my heart tells me to do? You're no better than those goddamn Turks."
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artofalassa · 9 months
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Forget Me Not Hollow Locked Heart Fragile
I realized I never put these here. The set of my favourite four. <3
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lesoldatmort · 3 months
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Zack Fair (the literal) puppy.
aka the Woof! AU in which Zack lives and has a new limit break that can be fun. Finally uploading this masterpost after two years!
You can read the story Pushing Limits written with massive help of @squeemu here and see more art by my partner @artofalassa on their page! <3
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crylin · 1 month
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fan club time ~🌟
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Zack: Did you know I can tell the time just by looking at the stars Spikey?
Cloud: Really?
Zack: Yeah, Kunsel taught me, wanna see?
Cloud: Definitely.
Zack: Alright.
Zack: *looks up at the stars*
Zack: It's nighttime.
Cloud: Oh fuck off.
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esamastation · 6 months
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Shizuroth, part twenty-four
Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three
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There are few things you learn very quickly after joining the SOLDIER program.
One, mind your own business. If it looks like it's above your paygrade, it is, and no amount of curiosity or bluster will be enough to fend off the Turks. Though, honestly, that's just common sense for any employee of Shinra Electric Power Company…
Two, mind your own. You see another SOLDIER struggling, you give them a hand, you put your shoulder out there for them to lean on, and you don't make note of it. They all come out of their first Mako injections, spewing their guts out. If someone acts a bit crazy, you give them a hand, you give them a moment, and you move on.
And three, there is no such thing as too much training. In all honesty, none of them get enough training, with the enhancements they get. They're always playing catch up with the Mako, trying to match skill and control to raw power - which only grows greater with each injection. They rarely even get the time to get adjusted to their latest batch of Mako. It was a waste of time!
Shinra didn't hire them to train them to be Elite SOLDIERs, no. That's what the injections were for, after all - they were an instant shortcut to a capability that normally took up to twenty years of hard training to achieve. SOLDIER were given raw power, relentless endurance and seemingly unstoppable speed at the point of a needle and then… then they were given work.
A lot of SOLDIER Third Classes delighted in that, taking full advantage of the powers given and going to town, not paying much mind to technical skill. What is skill when you can outrun, outlift and outlast every other human out there? Lot of Thirds let it get to their heads.
A lot of SOLDIER Thirds never made it to Seconds.
The ones that made it to Seconds knew better, usually. The only way to get there was to rise above Thirds, and the only way to do that is by training. Which they often had to beg, borrow, bribe and steal for. Martial art manuals from Wutai, physical training from athletes, actual one on one sessions with older and more experienced warriors… even spars against each other, all worth their weight in materia in the SOLDIER program.
And training from a SOLDIER First Class…? Priceless.
Angeal Hewley was the best for it - he liked training with Seconds and sometimes even Thirds. He was a good teacher too, he took personal interest, he kept up with progress, he gave challenges. You could really feel yourself improving, under Angeal's hand.
Genesis Rhapsodos was… also good, if you needed tutoring in Materia. There was no better Spellcaster in Shinra then Genesis, and you could tell that he was always striving to get better. Unfortunately he gave up on his students if he felt they weren't putting in enough effort. Which was, sooner or later, all of them.
But Sephiroth…
"Good," the First says, still with that absolutely deranged smile on his face as he walks through their ranks, checking their stances. "Now again, from the beginning - one, two, three…" He actually claps a beat, and the SOLDIERs go through the poses in sequence, sifting in time with his claps. 
Kunsel's knees are shaking, and he can feel strain in muscles he used to be absolutely sure he'd trained enough. His grip on his sword is white-knuckled, and he can feel the way the tip is quivering radiating down the blade, into his hands, his wrists, his arms. He barely dares to breathe.
At Sephiroth's call, he shifts with everyone else to the next pose - feet shifting and then back firmly in the ground.
No one dares to breathe too loudly, and no one has said a word - no one wants to break whatever has come over Sephiroth. 
In his mind, Kunsel is desperately trying to memorise everything so that the moment it ends he could write it all down.
"Knee," Sephiroth says to someone, and there's a shift of a boot as someone shifts their position. "Good. Lower your left elbow. Very good. You there, relax your grip, breathe."
Kunsel's heart skips a beat as Sephiroth speaks to him, as the First approaches him. "No need to have such a death grip. It's better to lose your sword than your fingers," the First says, smiling, smiling, green eyes glowing.
Kunsel almost drops the whole sword as Sephiroth touches his hand to urge him to relax. His breath escapes in a wooshy exhale and Sephiroth, SOLDIER First Class, chuckles at him.
"There, that's much better, isn't it?" And before Kunsel can do more than gape at him, the First is moving forward. "Good! Now, is everyone ready?" Sephiroth asks, sauntering up to stand in front of them.
"Yes, sir!" comes the instant answer from about a dozen SOLDIERs.
"So obedient," Sephiroth purrs. "Good. Now swing!"
Dozen sword beams launch in unison at the First, who watches them come with a smug little smile, before swiping them away with a single easy swing of his sword.
"There, everyone got it, very good," Sephiroth says, watching them like he wants to eat them all. "You have done this master very proud. That ends today's lesson - I want all of you to practise these moves, but without activating your Qi. Do not tempt Qi-deviation."
Like with most things Sephiroth has said during the lesson, none of them have any idea what he's saying, but they agree nonetheless. "Yes, sir!"
"Good. Go on then," Sephiroth says with a little wave and still with that smile. "Shoo!"
Sephiroth just shoo'd them.
On still shaking knees, Kunsel stumbles with the rest of the Thirds and Seconds out of the destroyed training room. They're all just about equally shell-shocked as they quietly meet with the SOLDIERs who hadn't been able to fit in the lesson, but who had all been watching, avidly, as it progressed.
There's a sense of shock and awe in the air - like they'd all just gone through a bombing run together, and it has been equal parts amazing and horrifying.
"None of this gets off this floor," a voice says quietly from the back. One of the older Seconds, whose name Kunsel doesn't know. "Got it? Anyone asks, you say nothing about this. As far as anyone outside this floor is concerned, nothing happened."
"Sephiroth, is he…?"
"He calmed down after Professor Hojo and the technicians left," the older SOLDIER whispers very firmly. "And that. Is. All."
Kunsel swallows and looks back through the malfunctioning, still open automatic doors.
Sephiroth has taken seat on the floor in the middle of the devastation with Masamune held upon his crossed legs. He's meditating.
"I think I'd die for him," someone breathes out fervently.
Kunsel clears his throat before he can do something silly like agree. "Should we, um… call Director Deusericus, give the all clear? There's bound to be, um… cleanup, and such."
The other SOLDIERs consider this, looking conflicted. 
"I say give it a moment," someone sighs, shakily sitting down on the floor. Whether intentionally or not, he's mirroring Sephiroth's pose. "I, for one, need a moment."
He is not the only one, and they're all trying to look into the training room, to catch a glimpse of the SOLDIER First Class.
After a moment just standing there without a thought in his head, Kunsel joins them. "So, um. Does anyone know anything about mediation?"
They don't, but that doesn't stop them from trying. 
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Disciples aquired.
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unknown-lifeform · 10 months
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Final Fantasy VII text posts (part 22)
The only reason Lucretia isn't broadly accepted as a mad scientist is that Hojo was there establishing his unethical dominance in this essay I will-
[Previous parts]
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seths-art-suffers · 4 months
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I keep debating on redrawing the ff7 comics I did when I was 16 but for now here's a new ff7 meme comic. I genuinely believe Reno would deal weed to the guys in SOLDIER
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the-east-art · 19 days
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Anyway if you read the latest chapter of Death Does Not Us Part you can read totally heterosexual scene with no tension between two buds
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Zack: KUNSEL DOESN'T LOVE ME ENOUGH TO TAKE OFF HIS HELMET
Kunsel: it is because I love you that I do not expose you to my godlike powers unfiltered. The helmet protects you all.
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queernoctis · 5 months
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main party, side b
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rocketbirdie · 2 days
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kunsel face reveal (NOT CLICKBAIT)
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artofalassa · 8 months
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Sparkling Coffee
The first meetings, huh?
Happy FF7EC launch day!
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silvergreenseraphim · 4 months
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Here is part two of the vines! Youtube link here!
Only one more to go! Enjoy guys 🤣
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crylin · 9 months
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when Zack had to come back without a sweater... 😳
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Cloud: Wow, you're so brave! You didn't even hesitate to throw yourself in danger!
Zack: That's because I have no regard for my own personal safety. You can ask Kunsel.
Kunsel: I have never been more stressed in my entire life.
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