#seph take care of yourself

[sweet-child-of-night]

I am dead if you even care

#fever strikes again #ill health 1 noc 0 #smh smh #if i did today pew cleo and ray needs to write a gpod eulogy #sil saanjh and blair you guys need to work on making my funeral the best funeral of all time #guddu and aki get married ffs #gopi you slay okay qween #seph take care of yourself #bye bye everyone #this mortal realm treated me too harshly #die** #idk why it autocorrected die to did but ok

[lemonskinktober]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 > this one’s defo my fav (so far) 😍 and i don’t even like scara that much!! (anymore) also not proofread!! :(

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 > smut w afab! reader, degradation, and sensitive-ish things, non con (ew)

it was quite obvious that scaramouche despised you.

he hated the way you spoke, the way you always smiled so kindly… it was oh so annoying.

and today, today especially… you were being quite the bother.

***

“venti!” you call out to one to the boy who was holding your notes in the air.

“stop that!” you whined, earning a chuckle from him.

“oh fineee..” he said, handing you back your notes.

“hmph.” you pouted, cheeks flushing.

scaramouche just watched intently from his desk.

why would you even get so… close to venti? he wasn’t anything special, was he?

i mean sure he could sing but… did he really have any other traits that could make your blush so… cutely?

he scoffed.

why should he care? he doesn’t care about useless items like you…

***

you were hanging out with stupid venti again, working on some sort of project before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom.

“tch…” scaramouche’s eyes narrowed.

“something bothering you…?” his partner, xiao, asked quietly.

“i have to use the restroom… give me a moment.” he said coldly, getting up from his seat and stomping over to the bathroom.

you were inside, washing your hands in the sink before the door burst open.

“what’s wrong with—?! scaramouche…?” you raised an eyebrow at him, why was he here?

“hmph…” scaramouche began to approach you, his hand gripping onto your shoulder.

“get your ass back in that stall…” he whispered in your ear before shoving you back into the stall and locking it.

“do you know how much you irritate me?” he asked, his hands ripping off your pants/skirt.

“what… scaramouche what are you-”

“shut up.” he cut you off, taking off his own pants as well.

“or do i have to make shut up myself?” he asked, his hands trailing up and down his cock.

“you… i-”

before you could say anything more he plunged his erected member into your pretty little mouth.

“cant… speak now can you?” he said with a smirk, groaning.

“oh fuck… keep using that pretty little mouth of yours.” he said, his hands wrapping around your neck.

“you know… i tolerate you a lot more when you don’t speak — in fact you should just stop speaking at all.” he murmured, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth.

“especially to that venti… i mean what’s so special about about him?”

you let out a muffled cry against his cock, tears bubbling up in your eyes.

“yeah..? trying to say something, slut?”

“mmh!” more tears streamed down your pretty face…

and scaramouche completely indulged in them.

“keep crying… yes cry for me whore.” he said, a maniacal lust in his eyes.

you let out another cry, making him groan.

“you want me to cum inside, y-yeah… that’s what you want.” he whimpered, his thrusts becoming faster.

you were still trying to fight back, however… he really did have a firm hold on your neck, leaving powerless against him.

“ah-” he let out a melodic moan before thick ropes of his cum bursted in your mouth.

“mmph…” your eyes fluttered shut as he finally pulled out of you.

“not a word about this, okay?” he asked, holding you by the chin.

“o-okay…”

he grinned, flicking at your forehead.

“your my little toy now.”

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[lunargrapejuice]

your seph fics are multiplying !! time to add more 🎀 (p.s. i love you. you're literally so sweet)

sephiroth, who goes out with f!reader to drink and brings them back to their room very drunk and horny. although he doesn't let anything happen and they interact very sweetly with each other, it's almost funny.

eeee i was blushing and so mushy writing this hghgklhdg thank you so much for requesting and helping me add to my seph fics! i adore you<3

sephiroth x drunk!reader with no pronouns used

warnings: 16+ please, suggestive, tooth rotting fluff, as usual with me pre nibelheim seph

walking through the streets of midgar never failed to draw the attention of many for sephiroth. anywhere he walked there were always eyes on him and even now in late evening, the few citizens that are out can’t help themselves all while they’re pretending not to stare in awe or fear or some mix of the two. but there is only one pair that he cares to pay any mind to and they also seem to be the most intense of the looks cast his way at this moment, the most daring to not break away from the soldiers intimidating aura. 

he feels your eyes on him before he looks down to see you staring intently at his face, as if to study every inch of his sharp features and count every long eyelash, not at all paying attention to the sidewalk in front of you and it makes his arm around you tighten. his eyes meet yours and hold your gaze. your face scrunches in question but he feels you lean a bit more against him and he can’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips as you continue to look at him acutely and adorably.

“is there something on my face?” he asks, his voice soft and laced with a teasing undertone.

you don’t answer his question but instead ask one of your own. “how c’m you don’t look drunk? like - at all.” your serious expression drops with your slurred words. “you and angeal drank soooo much,” you add, bursting into a giggle, like the memory of watching them down drinks with laughs and smiles replays back into your mind. “thought genesis might die tryin’ to keep up.”

“you drank quite a bit yourself,” sephiroth says, though you weren’t wrong about how much he and angeal had but both of them were far from lightweights. truthfully, he isn’t quite sure he’s ever been fully ‘drunk’ but after tonight there is a warm hum that lingers in his spine and spreads to his cheeks and chest. though he could argue you weren’t helping with that aspect either but it's not as though he wants it to end.

“hehe- *hick* i did,” you agree happily, added proof of the nice time you’ve had tonight with sephiroth and his friends and it makes his chest swell. 

your steps begin to slow until you stop entirely right outside your apartment building and he follows easily, keeping right next to you, ready to carry you upstairs if you need it. your normal scent mixed with alcohol permeates in the air between you as you take a wobbly step closer to your boyfriend, barely leaving space for the night air to slip between your rising and falling chests.

he holds onto your waist with both of his large hands, helping keep you upright in your drunken state while your own hands reach for his face, the tips of your fingers brushing along his brow as you move hair from his face, the other caressing his cheek. his entire being softens, his heart skipping a beat at your loving touch and the way you look at him as if he himself was the moon and stars and you were a wanderer basking in the etherealness of a silvery sparkling night sky for the first time. 

“you look as pretty as ever,” your words come out hushed, like maybe you hadn’t meant to voice them but you couldn’t keep them back, not when you felt the truth of it so strongly, drunk or not. he really was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. your curious fingers move towards his lips and you stand on your toes to reach him, your body rocking as you add a bit louder with a suppressed giggle, “‘n very sober.”

sephiroth chuckles and feels the heat in his cheeks spreading to his ears. keeping one hand on your waist with a light squeeze, his free hand wraps around your wrist. the lack of leather between your skin would have been enough to make you smile ear to ear but you’re stunned frozen when he kisses the pads of your fingers, pressing them gently into his lips, and you hardly have the strength to stand at the weakness in your knees but sephiroth holds you steady against him. 

“you, my dear, are far prettier,” he speaks the words against your fingers and your eyes remain locked on him as he kisses your hand again with a flutter of his lashes. “but i am mostly sober.”

“unfair,” you mean to say, though you don’t know how well it comes out when every functioning part of you is either drunk or tingling with the feelings sephiroth stirs inside of you, the kind that’s all consuming and world stopping and has you burying your face in the softness of the button up shirt he’s wearing.

“perhaps it’s a side effect of the mako,” he says in an attempt to satisfy your curiosity though he doesn’t really believe it himself but there wasn’t an explanation for a lot of differences he has compared to others and this was just another. it’s one he’s never been bothered by, especially when it meant he could ensure you were safe while you got to have as much as you’d like.

your feet fall flat to the ground and you push yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his slim waist and resting your cheek on his chest like you’re trying to comfort him. “.. don’ need the mako. you’re perfect jus the way you are.”

sepehiroth holds you for a moment without speaking a word, his lips resting against the crown of your head but after a few seconds pass you can feel him smiling as he whispers into your hair. “is that so?”

squeezing him tighter, you nod with complete certainty, “‘s true.”

suddenly it feels like you’re weightless, as if you’re being carried in the wind and you yelp at the loss of solid ground and the way the world moves and spins but the strong arms at your back and under your legs, the chest you snuggle into, quickly make you feel safe, comfortable. once you have your bearings in his hold, with each long stride sephiroth takes into your apartment building you’re rocking your feet back and forth in glee and kissing the edge of his jaw, the smile you wear searing into his skin and imprinting against his heart.

every ding of the elevator making its way to your floor, every step down the hallway towards your apartment at the end of the hall, has your kissing growing hotter, less chaste and your teeth beginning to nip at his neck. you can feel the flushing of his skin under your lips and it only brings you deeper into the hypnotizing, intoxicating, state you’re currently in, where the only thing on your mind, in your world, is sephiroth. 

like every bit of him and the love you share is coursing through your veins and into your heart and you would perish without it. the way you hold onto him, with how your lips taste every inch of his skin they can reach, it’s as though you’re worried you might have to be without but he wasn’t going anywhere. not without you.

right outside your apartment door, with a squeeze to your thighs, his voice is deep and you feel its rumble in his chest as he speaks low. “little love.” it’s a gentle warning but it doesn’t seem to halt the heat building inside of you and how bold your touches become. they only grow bolder from the moment he steps inside your place and kicks the door closed behind him.

making his way to your room, your unsteady fingers fumble with the first button of his shirt and then the second and your tongue pokes from between your lips to taste the supple skin of his neck, right over his pulse. as addicting and wonderful and loving as your kisses are, he takes in a deep breath to reign in his composure. the breath is so full of your scent it makes him light headed in a way alcohol never could but the lingering smell of the bitter liquid on your lips makes it easy for him to hold onto his calmness despite how determined you are to get your way.

pressing his fingers into your side lightly, your lips break from his neck and you burst into a laugh at the ticklish feeling, giving him the perfect chance to place you in your bed with a gentle plop but you aren’t keen to let go of him and with more strength than he was expecting, you pull him down with you. 

in the tumble of your bodies and your relentless wiggling, you end up on top of him with your hands on his chest and your legs straddling his hips. you rest perfectly over his slightly hard cock and sephiroth watches your eyes darken when you attempt to rock against him but his reflexes are faster than yours, even when you’re sober, and he quickly stops you before you can grind against him. 

you whimper in protest, desperate to feel him, have him, and you try again but he’s yet again faster than you when he captures your wrist in his grasp before you can unbutton more of his shirt. his grip is tender but unrelenting in its hold while his other hand keeps your hips in place, not giving you any chance for the upperhand.

“sephiroth!” you whine, looking down at him as though you might cry, your hands balling into fists and bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your hold.

“not tonight sweetheart,” his words are soothing and kind and to ease you more, his thumb rubs circles into your skin over your shirt and he lets go of your wrist in favor of pulling you down towards his chest with his hand cradling the back of your skull.

you don’t fight him as he takes control and rolls you with slowness until you’re resting in the plush sheets and sephiroths broad frame hovers above you, long silver locks falling beside your head like pools of starlight. your eyes are pleading, glossy for more reason than one, your bottom lip set in a pout he would have given into any sober night.

“but i need you. please-”

he calls your name, his tone serious, leaving no room for discussion or worries but remains so full of care and love that only grows deeper when he leans down, letting his lips brush along your cheeks as he whispers, “when i get to have you, it won’t be when i can’t make love to you properly.” he chooses his words carefully, not wanting you to feel bad for desiring him. that was the very last thing he wanted, next to taking any kind of advantage of you or possibly hurting you. 

“.. ‘m sorry,” your voice shakes rather than slurs like it had most of your walk home, your body filling with shame and anxiousness that makes an extra uncomfortable mix of emotions settling in your stomach along with the alcohol you drank. you try to hold back the tears on your lash line and hide the wobble of you lip by biting down but like sephiroth knew it was coming, he brings a hand up to swipe along the skin below your lip, coaxing you to let it go and the next moment catches the tear that escapes against your drunken will.

“there’s nothing to apologize for angel,” he kisses your cheek, comfortingly pressing a bit of his weight on you and holding your face in his palm. “i need you too. more than you know.” another kiss, this time at the edge of your lips. “will you wait for me?”

the warmth of his breath on your skin, the tickle of his hair and scent of his shampoo, all along with his proximity eases your anxious heart and ceases your tears as quickly as they came. “i’d do anything ‘f you seph.” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tender kiss.

he doesn’t get a chance to tell you how much he would do for you too, that there are no lengths he wouldn’t go for you and your love but no words are needed when his lips tell you it all and more. unhurried, basking in every press of your soft lips against each others, his massive body melts into the bed next to your and he pulls you flush against him as you share kiss after sweet kiss.

there’s no telling how much time passes before your lips break but when sephiroth pulls away it’s only far enough to rest his forehead on yours. you share every breath, every heartbeat and he doesn’t know where you begin or he ends, both in body and soul. he feels the bliss of your smile in his heart as if it is his own and you hold onto him with just as much tender and urgent adoration as he does you.

you’re the first to break the comfortable silence between you. “i love you, you know that?”

“i do," he lets out a soft sigh at the confession of your feelings, unsure if he will ever get used to hearing the words but please tell him again and again. "i love you too. i’ll love you forever.” 

your breath catches, like you can’t believe it’s true but are excited about it all the same. starting to rub the tip of your nose against his, you add in a drunken whisper, “really? forevers a long time.” 

“a very long time,” he emphasizes with a feather light kiss to your lips. “and i will love and protect you every second of it.”

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[prismaticpichu]

How To Improve Your Sephiroth’s Day

a step by step guide written by Zack Fair

1. Compliment his hair! ~ There are little things in the world that the average Sephiroth cares about more than that flowing silver mane. He tends to spend approximately of 7 - 50 minutes brushing it meticulously every morning, and hearing that dedication pay off is a certified way to get your Seph’s day started on the right foot! Just be sure to not go too overboard with the compliments; Sephiroths naturally attract a lot of fans, thus turning a lot of that praise hollow. Try to tie it naturally into a conversation if you can - just a quick “nice hair today!” will do the trick. Remember, be genuine! Compliment Sephiroth, not the SOLDIER.

2. Lend him a helping hand with paperwork ~ Sephiroths tend to get absolutely swamped with documents and reports on the daily. Take some of that pressure off by chipping in yourself! Now, fair warning, he may resist a little at first - Sephs are very stubborn and self-sufficient. There are three good ways to work around this issue. 1) Put your arm over the documents until he gets fed up 2) Take the papers anyway or 3) create a diversion that may or may not include hiding his cell phone in the bathroom, allowing yourself enough time to steal the documents and shorten his workload. Whatever you do, though, do NOT insist that he needs help. This will cause your Sephiroth to balk and work even harder.

3. Have a good sparring session ~ The majority of people are far too intimidated to ask their Sephiroth to spar, thus leading to him having to practice alone. Suggesting a good match on your accord will brighten his day tenfold! Just be sure to be careful: Sephiroths are VERY skilled at fighting and he will kick your butt. Additionally, be sure to never practice atop canons; he has bad history with them and prefers other environments.

4. Join your Seph for dinner! ~ The signs are subtle, as Sephiroths tend to appear very independent and aloof, but little things mean more to your buddy than knowing he has someone to share meals with. Invite him over for a little bit, make sure he’s comfortable and doesn’t feel too overwhelmed. Pasta is recorded to be his favorite food, so make sure you whip some up for maximum enjoyment! Add some shrimp and fish if available. Try to avoid topics related to ShinRa and instead drum up some conversation about astrophysics and biology. Once engaged, your Sephiroth will do most of the chatting! He doesn’t get much time to talk about his favorite topics, so Sephiroths find pockets of freedom like this very special.

5. Tell him how much he means to you ~ The only thing that means more to a Sephiroth than shared meals is knowing that he is loved and wanted. Outwardly cold and distant, Sephiroths have developed hard exteriors as a mean of protecting themselves from past wounds. Ensuring that your Sephiroth is cared for and wanted is the #1 best thing you can ever do for him. Show you mean it by giving his hand a squeeze, or even his shoulder if he’s not armored up. If you’re really lucky, he may just even let you pull him in for a hug. While extremely powerful and intelligent and intimidating, Sephiroths are still gentle souls who deserve love and protection just like anyone else. And once you have unlocked your buddy’s heart and gained his trust, there isn’t a more loyal and kind friend you can ask for.

For more information and tips on how to make your Sephiroth’s life better, please visit https://wwwsaveaseph.org

Zack Fair

SOLDIER First Class

Professional sleeper, eater, and best friend

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[icycoldninja]

He always leaves (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

Your peaceful, dreamless slumber was interrupted by the sound of your bedroom window sliding open. Shocked, you opened your eyes, effectively ripping yourself from sleep. Squinting in the darkness, you could make out the faint outline of a tall, lithe male figure with a large wing protruding from his back crawl into your room through the window. You let out a long sigh of relief as soon as you realized who it was.

"Seph...you're home." Sephiroth chuckled, neon green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"That I am. Did I wake you?" You nodded, yawning loudly. "Yes, you did. Trying to cram that huge body of yours through a window was a bad idea." Sephiroth let out a series of quiet little giggles in response to that.

"Perhaps next time I'll enter through the chimney," He remarked, making his way to his side of the bed.

"That'd be something," You laughed, sliding back the covers for him I welcome. "Bring me a present and I'll leave some cookies and milk out for you." Sephiroth smiled, tossing his hair over his shoulder and sliding down into the bed.

"No need, I am your present." You snorted, scooting closer to him so he could wrap his bulky arms around you.

"What," He continued, a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Am I not enough for you?

"You're more than enough for me, Sephi," You assured him, burying your face in the wall of warm muscle that was his chest. "More than enough. I don't deserve you." Sephiroth hummed in response, the vibrations rumbling in his throat like a cat's purr. You sighed contentedly, nestling deeper into his hold, enjoying the comfort that it brought. Sephiroth held you for a while, one hand absently drawing circles into your back while you squeezed him with all your strength. Eventually, a question came to mind.

"Will you stay with me?" You had to ask, not caring if you asked it every time he came home, you just had to know, even if the answer would hurt you. Sephiroth let out a long sigh, knowing full well that he'd answer you one way or another--either through his actions or his words.

"No," He finally admitted, tightening his grip around you guiltily. "No...I'm not staying for long." You nodded sadly, continuing to smush yourself against him as hard as you could, taking in as much of him as possible; busying yourself with holding him so you didn't think of the tears welling up in your eyes.

You missed it, you missed the times when he'd stay with you all night; you missed waking up and seeing his face, having his voice be the first thing you hear in the morning. You missed the feeling of his soft, fluffy wing flapping against your chest to wake you up, you even missed the warmth of his strong arms wrapping themselves around you when you wanted to sleep for 5 more minutes.

Nowadays, Sephiroth disappeared in the middle of the night, claiming that the orders from his "Mother" called him away, compelling him to go to faraway places where he would complete mysterious tasks. You knew his work was important to him, and respected that, but you wanted to spend time with him, more than just a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," He muttered into your hair, fingers stroking long lines down your back. "I promise, this is the last time." You sniffled, knowing that this was a lie, a lie he told you every time he came home, but that didn't matter now. Having accepted reality, you just wanted to spend time with the man you loved, however short it would be. And so, you held onto him, as tightly and closely as you possibly could, until the warmth of his body pressed against yours lulled you into a deep sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, your bed was empty, just as you'd expected. Sheets were ruffled and all the blankets had been wrapped around you in an attempt to mimic the heat of a human in order to keep you from noticing his departure. You felt tears burn behind your eyeballs as you saw the many black feathers strewn about on your pillow--knowing that you shouldn't be saddened by his departure, or even surprised. After all, no matter what he promised you, no matter how many sweet nothings his whispers into your ears, he always leaves.

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Alto can I request a small hc scenario where Genesis is drunk or something and a bit warmer than usual and gives Seph a hug who doesn’t yeet him away for once 😭

Genesis gets a little too drunk on holiday cider and, in a rare display of genuine vulnerability, admits to Sephiroth that he's just really glad he's here, and that he has Sephiroth and Angeal with him.

Sephiroth, taken aback since this isn't an act or a jab or a joke on Gen's part, replies that he feels the same, even if he doesn't always say it.

Genesis, moreover, expresses that he wouldn't change it. Not for anything.

"Genesis," Sephiroth replies. "I think you're not quite yourself. You should go to bed. Angeal would worry."

"Well Angeal isn't HERE right now, is he?"

"Well...no. But that's not the point."

A sudden hug. A real, genuine hug. Sephiroth blinks, surprised, startled, not used to physical contact, much less positive contact.

"You're an idiot."

"Am I?"

"A moron."

"What you're doing is a bit counterintuitive to that."

"Shut up. It's cold. You're warm."

"I suppose this is preferable to you impulsively burning down the building again."

Genesis grunts, curls up in his lap. "I'm tired. Love me, asshole."

"Genesis, you're intoxicated."

Genesis doesn't care, happily taking up all his space, not budging for an instant. Sephiroth awkwardly pats him on the back before sighing and scooping him up to carry him back to his apartment. He MIGHT have tucked Genesis in. And there might have been some silent, wistful pining while Genesis snores against his pillow. Sephiroth refuses to elaborate the next morning. Which is good because Gen's hangover is FOUL and now it's everyone else's problem.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

omg, a fellow chadley truther (definition: someone who believes chadley was AT THE VERY LEAST modeled on child sephiroth)! if pre-nibelheim sephiroth met chadley, what would their relationship be like? would seph immediately assume that big brother role or would it take time?

Sephiroth + Chadley

YES Chadley is best boy! Also, here's the long-winded answer you didn't ask for but I'm giving you anyway because I have a lot of feelings.

Imagine this: The bastard who had you as a lab rat throughout your childhood continues to hold power over you both as your biological father and the scientist the company who owns employs you entrusts your personal care to.

Now you see him create a sentient cyborg and model it after your childhood self, then reduce it to a personal assistant. It's a loyal puppet created to serve the afformentioned slimy bastard. It doesn't have the free will you had that allowed you to leave.

You assume the poor kid probably doesn't even know he's a puppet. Except he does. Here's what Chadley told Cloud during that one scene in the remake verbatim:

"Now that my research is at long last complete...I believe that it's time I told you the truth about myself. I'm...not human. I'm a cyborg created to serve as Hojo's assistant."

"I was given knowledge and power beyond that of a human...But I was robbed of free will, bound to obey the whims of my master. But when we met, Cloud, I sensed something within you—something I knew would allow me to break free of my chains."

"By identifying and studying a subject with infinite potential such as yourself...I could adhere to the directives imposed upon me...all the while pursuing my plans for independence in secret. Your combat data provided me with the vital information that I required to enhance my basic functionality..."

"This is the result. Through my research and with your assistance, I have freed myself from Hojo's bondage."

So if we fully believe what Chadley is saying is true (meaning, he's not just a mouthpiece for Hojo, a theory I could make a whole separate post about...) then this is great! He's freed himself all on his own!

But if we bring Sephiroth into the picture, seeing Hojo create Chadley, a clearly sentient cyborg, to then reduce him to a personal assistant/ loyal puppet would absolutely sicken Sephiroth. There's no doubt about it. He'd be absolutely devastated.

He'd ultimately be seeing a sort of repeat of his own childhood, but this time it's with a being that's been created to obey Hojo. Not taught through brute force, not because that's all he's ever known, because it's a cyborg!

Which is honestly so slimy! You lost your son through him not wanting anything to do with you and refusing to adhere to your ideals (And because Sephiroth "died" in canon), so your grandiose solution to this is to create a cryborg version of him???? Except this time you guarantee that he's literally a puppet??? There aren't enough swear words nor insults that would satisfy my need to curse this bastard out.

(Sorry for the rambling) Now to answer your question:

In my headcanons (meaning the way I write Sephiroth), sane!Sephiroth would've saved Chadley long before the kid caught wind of what Hojo did to him. Wether that's by breaking into the labs and grabbing Chadley himself (Genesis, Angeal and Zack would assist in operation grand theft Chadley), or by slowly building a relationship with him I'm not sure.

Sephiroth didn't grow up with a family of his own, so I believe he wouldn't immediately consider Chadley his brother. But I do think Sephiroth would see Chadley as an equal, just as he sees Genesis and Angeal, and furthermore of the same kin.

The exact how is something I'd love to explore either in my pre-existing fics or through a separate medium. But ultimately Sephiroth and Chadley would bond.

Their relationship would be sweet. I think Sephiroth would greatly benefit from having Chadley as a younger brother figure pre-Nibelheim. He'd have family. Who knows? That might even be the aid to Sephiroth's wounds regarding his parentage.

Also I hc Chadley as being a rebellious little nerd with a zest for independence, so that would fit right into my hcs for Sephiroth! I imagine Sephiroth teaching Chadley how to fight, and them talking about astronomy and other science-y stuff together :) It's cute.

This is of course before Zack and Genesis get wind of "Sephiroth Jr." and vow to corrupt him :)

And that's how Director Lazard demands to know "WHY IS THERE A TINY CYBORG SKATEBOARDING WITH FAIR AROUND THE SOLDIER FLOOR?? GENESIS! ARE THOSE FIREWORKS!!??? DON'T TEACH THE CHILD HOW TO—PUT THE CAMERA AWAY, SEPHIROTH!"

#ffvii #ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #angeal hewley #ffvii crisis core #ff7r #zack fair #final fantasy #ff #chadley ff7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 rebirth #ffvii theory

[thithesandofferings]

××Kinktober Title: “And We All Fall Down”

××Synopsis: He’s cocky enough that he thinks he needs a prize for his glorious, fiery achievement. And he has chosen you, a local villager, as such prize. It only makes sense if he fucks you on the ground he’s burned.

××Tags: Villian! Sephiroth x Reader, Public Themes, Top!Seph, Bottom! Reader, Dub-con themes, Dirty Talk, Knife Play, Choking, Capturing the Flag- ...so to speak. 

xxKinktober Masterlistxx

It’s hot.

His skin drips with perspiration, but he's not the only one soaked. Not the only one gripping his Masamune for dear life. His cute little prize. Usually, he isn't so in tuned with the feeling of victory, he has won all things in his life since a very young age. But you, oh you were a joy to chase. It didn't matter if you knew Neibelheim better than him, he tracked you down- earned you. The unerring feeling of achievement did not abate when you fought him tooth and nail to get away from him. Humming in satisfaction when you kick him in the chest hard enough to cause him to grunt in surprise. He likes that you have a bit of fire in you- so to speak. He's always thought that his humor was misplaced, but when he pushes you face first into the charred ground, lungs coughing up smoke, he thought you looked quite bewitching with flames dancing on your wet cheeks.

You make him want to... keep you. He'd planned to throw you away as soon as he was done, leave in the embers that were left of Neibelheim. But the way you look at him, not resigned to your fate- but willing to do anything to keep yourself alive, even the cut of your eyes and jerking of your pulse when you look into his reptilian eyes- he knows you're staying.

The hiccupped gasps when he moves you however you want is getting him harder by the second, especially when you don’t move an inch of where he put you - trusting him that he'll take care of you…well that does something to him doesn't it?

You, in no simple words, tell him not to touch you, to not fuck you at all. But he had different plans. Plans that involved his other half- Masamune. He feels sadistic glee as he works you open with three fingers so the hilt can glide into you smoothly. He wants you to feel every part of his weapon stretching you out, wants you to feel owned by him. Sephiroth feels a little glee brush against his stretched teeth when you try to protest, and it melts into a moan when he quirks up his long fingers and abuses that little button that makes you scream.

He wants to see your eyes when he takes you with Masamune. And you let him turn you around, let him lean over you and kiss your lips in a form of false comfort. You surprisingly relax even further when he takes his other hand and closes his fingers around your throat. Letting the hilt of the sword enter so readily, fabric becoming soaked around the weapon. He can see you tighten around it, just like he'd imagine you'd do his cock, making slick noises as he pulls in and out slowly. Cherishing your first moan and looking you in the eyes as he does it. You stare back at him, barely fearful of your life literally in his hands, and when he squeezes his hand and cutting off your breath entirely- he hears you moan louder and beg.

For him.

The please you whisper at him, makes him lose just a little control as he fucks the hilt of the sword harder into you- and ah you're crying again. This time in unadulterated pleasure. Not caring that you're surrounded by the death of your city or the fire so so close to you. It flickers and you flinch away, but it doesn't stop you from grounding down on his sword like you need it to live. And when you come it’s a surprise to both of you, with you squeezing and pleading his name asking for more but taking whatever he's willing to give…it looks like he is taking his prize home permanently. He'll make sure you never ever want to leave. Though he doubts it will take much convincing.

#ff7 #ff7 remake #sephiroth x reader #thithesandofferings #final fantasy headcanon #sephiroth #ff7 x reader #final fantasy vii remake

[karinasbaby]

i miss you so so so so much and i’m kind of avoiding you ONLY ONLY because i know i would spend HOURSSSS just talking to you because you deserve all my attention and i feel bad that i can’t give it to you right now 😔 i love you and i hope you know that

look :( at :( who’s :( back :( pls :( i’m really glad that we haven’t been texting recently cuz i too know that we would not stfu and just continue talking for HOURS which !! also excites me sm for when ur exams r done and you’re officially back and we can talk for like days straight. sending u sm love baby :( good luck with everything !! i hope you’re taking care of yourself & sleeping n eating well !! we (me & seph & hee & the kids) miss u so much :( pls come back home soon ♡♡

#asks & responses <3 #ᓭི༏ᓯྀ‧₊˚ — ♡ 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. #alright so what if i tear up #like no there are tears in my eyes #i ??? miss ??? you ??? so ??? much ?????? pls ???????? #my sweetest dearest hana :( #i love u sm #like an unhealthy amount #one that my body can’t handle #so i just !!! #— hana ! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[unhinged-summer-fun]

the one with the jellyfish

Danktober Day 7: Chastity, Trip, National Body Language Day.

Pero Tovar x F!Reader (22+ only)

Summary: Your strange time-traveling housemate doesn't seem to want to go all the way with you, but a spontaneous trip to a lakeside cabin reveals all.

Warnings: VIRGIN PERO AYAYAYAYAYAYAYY, themes of guilt/self-imposed punishment, feelings of inadequacy but it's as fast as a flu shot

Word Count: 2224

A/N: this one was really fun to write once I got the idea in my head. Any and all Friends references are tribute to my lovely spouse, the Chandler to my Joey. <3

[full danktober list here]

It wasn't often that Pero asked to leave the house. Most of the time he wanted to simply take a walk with you, but he preferred staying inside, in the comforts of home that you assured him was completely fine to enjoy. He still found the outside world, this modern age, stifling and strange. It was so alien to him he almost started screaming when he was overwhelmed enough.

Kissing though, that wasn't foreign to him.

He was obsessed with having you near, holding you and kissing you against a wall, but he'd always pull away before you could try to take things any further, before you could even think to ask to. This new break in your relationship with the strange man was… well, you were being careful about it. They didn't have Cosmopolitan during the Crusades, after all. Regardless, you felt a touch silly in the head over how often you daydreamed about getting him naked and beneath you, on top of you, behind you, fucking anywhere would have been nice at this point.

And he wasn't disapproving, no. You'd seen how affected he was by your touch. You'd heard the sharp breaths from the bathroom, the curses and the heavy stares he'd follow you with after taking himself in hand. You knew he heard similar coming from your bedroom, and that he had to truly concentrate in order to not give in to what he clearly wanted.

You had no idea why he was playing hard to get with you. He clearly adored you, followed you around like a big, loyal wolf. He turned rainy days into days of laughter, and his warmth meant that you were never left cold. Any longer without being able to understand why he didn't want to be intimate with you, you would start to think up faults in yourself.

It was this kind of melancholic doom-dreaming that he interrupted with his request.

"Yeah, sure, we can go for a walk."

"No, not… I do like our walks. You remember the story? With the jellied fish, and Joy-seph and Chand-uh-lar pissing on the woman?"

The. What?

"…oh my god, you're making a Friends reference."

"They went and tripped along the ocean."

"You are watching with me! I knew you weren't asleep!"

He glared, because that was Pero's base expression.

"Pero, you… you want to take a vacation with me?"

He reddened. "I do not wish to piss on you. If this is necessary then I do not want this."

"Okay, I can piss on my own jellyfish stings."

"I would prefer that nobody is pissing!"

"They have other options now like vinegar and—"

"I want to go to a trip and there will be no pissing or jellied fish!"

"Maybe there's jellyfish in the delta by my dad's house—"

"No!!"

"I've always been interested in seeing if it actually hurts—"

He basically tackled you, cutting your teasing short and letting it dissolve into laughter. "You jape at my distress. Why does it amuse you?" he said into your neck, tickling you into breathlessness.

"Because you let me do it again and again and a—"

He cut you off with a kiss, really just smiles meant to be felt and not seen. It calmed your giggles and you looked up at him.

He hovered atop you, legs tangled together in a mess of limbs. He held you secure in his arms, a large hand cradling your head to protect it from the floor. This was the exact way you were when you dreamed it last night, though there were plenty less clothes, and plenty more moans to be heard. Your eyes widened, feeling that now-familiar desperation build in your core. Pero sucked in a shuddering breath, clearly recognizing the compromising nature of your positions.

That other familiar feeling, the disappointment and fading lust, followed when he pulled away from you, keeping a respectful distance between your hips and his. He avoided your eyes, a cute blush spreading over the bridge of his nose and around the tips of his ears. "If you do not wish to trip with me, I—"

"There's a cabin my friend has in the mountains. We can be there tonight."

The cabin itself was much too large for two people. You'd expressed your preference for coziness to your friend, you liked it small, almost to a cramped degree. They'd audibly winced as they talked through hooking you up with the guest cabin on the same property (for guests of the guests of the main cabin) and it was still about twice the size of your entire house. "Still, it's just a four-bedroom, are you sure you'll be alright with that? It's basically glamping. You can use the hot tub in the main house. You sure you want to rough it for a romantic weekend trip?"

It would do.

But Pero wasn't interested in the amenities or the threadcount on the sheets or the honors with which the on-call chef had from Le Cordon Bleu. Pero was hardly interested in there being a house at all, in fact, keeping his eyes trained on the treeline after haphazardly tossing his bags in the front hallway. You debated making a remark on it, but when he started walking off into the woods at a pace he forgot to slow down from to account for your shorter legs, you just sighed and did the same, shutting the door behind you to jog after him.

"Where are you going?" you said when you were closer. He looked your way, shaking his head a little.

"My apologies. I caught hints of the lake from the road. I wanted to look closer."

"We can do that."

The two of you walked typically in silence, just enjoying the fresh air and immersive beauty of the nature that surrounded you. Pero found a trail easily enough, and you pointed out a sign leading to the beach entrance.

Path set, you tuned out somewhat. Long drives with Pero were often times of stress and confusion, his body still not used to the feeling of acceleration and braking. You'd compromised by teaching him to ride a bicycle, which he took to like a fish to water. It made you happy to no longer be alone on your grocery runs to town. This trip necessitated the drive, though, and Pero had tried his best to sleep through most of it. It allowed for lots of silence, through which you began to find the faults you never wanted to look for.

You were strange, for him. Alien or exotic or whatever he wanted to call it, you were cleared to be romanced, but obviously too different from him to want, in that way.

Was it that his affections were mostly imagined by you? Were you conflating his want and desire into something that matched your own horniness? Your mind circled through the dark hells of self-doubt and even body image issues.

"You are frowning."

You gasped at the sudden interruption once more. God, you were letting this whole issue distract you from what you did have with him. You felt terrible. "I'm sorry, just tired from the drive."

"We can return to the house," he offered, halting in his tracks and turning away from his initial destination.

"No, I'd like to see the lake too. It'll wear off, I'm sorry."

He took a step closer, holding your face in his hands. He gazed into your eyes with an intense expression. "Do not apologize for your feelings, nor your body's needs."

Fuck.

"Why won't you have sex with me?" you blurted into his face.

Shocked, you stepped away from him, covering your mouth with both hands and freezing in place. Did you really just say that?

Pero, for his part, was more flustered than you had ever seen him before. He was babbling under his breath, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke quickly in a litany of languages you couldn't keep up with.

"Pero, I'm so sorry, I didn't—"

"I would not want to disappoint you," he said, loud and clear and true.

It silenced your own worried babble instantly.

"What?"

"I would not want to disappoint you," he repeated, a little softer as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "For my lack of any and all experience in the matter would make me a fool before you. I cannot have that."

You felt like you couldn't breathe. He'd told you stories of his travels, how he visited brothels and had gotten thrown out when he would pick fights with customers who didn't respect their women. He'd mentioned women arriving to his room under cover of darkness, leaving as the sun rose. He'd moaned your name so clearly in the shower that you could recreate it perfectly in the theater of your dreams.

"You've never—?"

He shook his head. He no longer looked embarrassed, but he did look… afraid. Afraid of rejection, afraid of chastisement, afraid of humiliation. "I… I started thieving very young. My life took me to troubled places, isolated lands. I did terrible, terrible things. Things no wife would want to bear upon her ears or soul. I believed my forsaken heart to be a punishment for my sins, and then I met you."

Your eyes stung with tears. He'd called himself a bad man when he introduced himself to you all those months ago when he'd arrived, covered in someone else's blood and holding a sword pointed at your face. You'd explained the choicelessness of desperation to him, taught him he only does good or bad, his soul can change with what he wants to do. Nobody could damn him for trying to do good again.

"Then I thought… I thought this was a punishment, too. To behold you, to love and be able to kiss you, yet my lack of knowledge keeps me from your bed. You deserve masterful, eternal pleasure, not a bumbling fool as I've been."

"Pero…"

He shook his head resolutely. "No. I cannot do you this dishonor."

You felt cold, the way it did when a stormcloud moved over the sun. Were someone to pass by and simply see the positioning of the two of you, only able to read the body language spoken there, they would have assumed a much darker sadness.

"Have you perhaps thought that you're punishing me as well, in this pointless sacrifice you're making?" you asked bitterly, looking away but not walking. You didn't want him to see your devastation at his refusal. A refusal, not a rejection. He loved you too much to risk ruining you. He loved you too much to risk his dignity by showing it.

He made a wounded noise, crossing the distance to hold you. You couldn't hide your emotions from him now, not when he was so close. A pitiful sniffle left you. "I did not realize, I am sorry. Please forgive me, I will do anything."

"I won't ask of you what you're not comfortable or ready for. I won't." You sniffled, looking up at him. "I love you too, Pero. We have a good life together, a good love. You're a good man, and you're good to me. How can we ever be more than that if you won't let yourself accept it?"

His hand pressed your head to his shoulder, simply embracing you as the metaphorical sun returned. He was quiet for a long while, thinking over what you'd said. "I do not fear much," he murmured at long last. "I have not feared anything in my life as greatly as I fear losing you."

"You won't," you said instantly.

You were surprised when he didn't reflexively express his doubt. All that remained were insecurities. "Even if I do not know how to satisfy you?"

"Even then."

"Even if I make a fool of myself?"

"Especially then."

"Even if—"

"Pero, you could piss on me after a jellyfish sting and it'd only make me love you more."

"Now that I do not believe."

You laughed, pulling back to look up at him. Something had changed in him. He looked like a long-weathered storm had passed within him, the darkness clouding his demeanor finally finding reprieve. Those eyes no longer sought disaster among the joy, and his lips no longer held back his smiles. "Ask me," he murmured.

"Pero, can I be your first time? Please?" you asked, voice a little shaky with residual nerves.

"Yes!" he answered, and before you'd even had time to blink he was grabbing your hand and pulling you back along the trail to the cabin. It was difficult to keep the pace while you were laughing so happily, but he didn't seem to mind. His focus was on you, even with a destination in mind.

When you arrived at the cabin, he took the stairs three at a time and fumbled to open the door. When the latch clicked, he turned to kiss you, pulling you back into the house—

And making the both of you trip over the bags left in the hallway.

It wasn't a bed, but it would do.

If someone were to look in from the outside, they would only see the feet at the bottom of two pairs of tangled limbs, loosened clothes, and a half-open doorway. What they would hear was love.

See y'all tomorrow for more Farmer Joel ;)

#unhingery #pero tovar x reader #danktober 2022 #f!reader #pedro pascal fanfiction

[nikogane]

make sure to take care of yourself! especially important during bad days <3 hope tomorrow is much better

i just woke up. i hope today's a better day! thank you seph <3

#<33 #nico ask

[that-bts-fan04]

Our Story 01

Jungkook’s POV

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I was walking around in the garden of the palace that me and my twin sister reside in. It was one of my favorite things to do. It was also calming. This is why me and my twin sister Y/n love spending all the time that we can in the garden. A few moments passed when suddenly a guard came up to me. “Your highness! You have a call from King Namjoon.” I smiled at what I was told. Namjoon was just one of my boyfriends. King Kim Seokjin, or as we all call him Jin, was my other boyfriend. “Well hurry up and take me to the phone. I must find out what he wants.” I tell the guard. A few moments later we got back to where my phone is. I shoo the guard away and unmute the phone. “This is Jungkook.” I say into the phone. I hear two chuckles. Both of them belonging to my boyfriends. “Wow so formal for our young prince. Don’t you think Jinnie?” I hear Namjoon say. “When isn’t it? He probably already knew it was us that called.” Jin said. I laughed. I knew that I was on speaker. “Always do my loves. I make sure I always know who is calling me. Anyways, what’s up? Why did you call?” I ask. I knew that there was some reason that they called me. “We were wondering...” Namjoon starts off. “...if you could bring yourself and Y/n to Joonie’s kingdom. We haven’t seen Y/n in a while and want to see her. Also the guys are here and are believing that are making you two up.” Jin finishes. I laughed. “Well everyone except Tae. He already knows that you guys exist.” I hear Namjoon explain. “What time do you want us over there?” I ask them. Jin answers. “As soon as possible. I know it won’t take long since all the kingdoms are connected and you guys are the closest.” I hum in agreement. I look at the clock. “Give us 20 minutes and we’ll be there.” I here Namjoon whisper something to Jin. Then he talks on the phone again. “Okay baby. See you guys soon. “We love you.” I hear Jin tell me. “I love you guys too.” I say then hang up the phone. I sigh. Well at least I know Y/n’s still in her room.

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Namjoon’s POV

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I look over at Jin and smile. “Well we better let the rest know that they are on their way.” I tell him. He nods in agreement. “We should.” We walk towards the main living room where everyone was. “Well, it’s your lucky day. You get to meet our boyfriend and his twin sister.” I announce. “You mean the ones that don’t exist?” I hear Jin sigh. “We can assure you that they do in fact exist. Just ask Tae.” After Jin says this, everyone looks over at Taehyung. “They are not wrong. They do in fact exist.” Taehyung says. Everyone nods but a few of them still seem suspicious. “If you say so. How long until they get here?” Hobi asks. He’s leaning inro Yoongi’s arm that he has wrapped around him. “About 10 minutes. They are from the Emerald kingdom so they are not too far.” I say.

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Y/n’s POV

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Jungkook and I are in a carriage on our way to his boyfriend’s kingdom. I’m so glad that I don’t have to dress extremely fancy. I hate long and poofy dresses. “Are you sure this dress is okay?” I ask my brother as I point at my dress. My dress is one that falls right above my knees. It is red and short sleeves. “It is fine Y/n. You know Joon and Jin don’t care.” Jungkook tries to reassure me. “Yeah well there will be people I haven’t met yet and I don’t want to make a bad impression.” While I was talking I didn’t realize that we were at Namjoon’s palace. All of the sudden I hear Jin speak up. “Y/n! You look fine. Stop doubting yourself!” I gasp and turn around. I see Jin and Namjoon standing in front of the palace doors waiting for us. “Jin!” I yell as I run into his arms. He laughs. “Hi Y/n. It’s been a while.” He said while kissing my head. Even though he and Namjoon were Jungkook’s boyfriends, they treated me like a sister. “It has been!” I say as I hug Namjoon as well. “Is it normal to be this nervous?” I ask as I let out a nervous laugh. “You’ll be alright Seph. Now go on, Tae is in the living room with everyone else. We’ll be there in a few.” Namjoon tells me. Seph. Gosh that nickname is one of the only ones that I don’t hate. The nickname started from my parents. They used to call me Persephone as I love the spring time and flowers. After a while we shortened it to Seph. I laugh and nod my head as I run to the living room. I see Taehyung standing with his arms out waiting for me to hug him. I ran into his arms and hugged him while I giggled. “TaeTae!!” I laugh out. “Hi Seph. It’s been a while. Where’s your brother?” He asks while I laugh. “Where else would he be? He’s with his boyfriends. Also known as your brother and Jin. He laughs loudly. After he calms down I hear someone clear their throat. I look at the rest of the people before I blushed.

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Hoseok’s POV

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The girl that just hugged Taehyung was blushing. Cute. Yoongi leaned over and whispered in my ear. “She’s a cute one for sure.” I nod my head before looking back at her. She introduces herself. “Hello! I am Princess Jeon Y/n from the Emerald kingdom. I am 19 and I have a twin brother who should be coming soon as long as Joonie and Jinnie don’t keep him too long.” She rolls her eyes. “I kid you not they saw each other two days ago.” She said giggling while shaking her head. “Let’s wait for Jungkook to get here and then the rest of us can introduce ourselves.” Tae says. We wait a few moments until the other three walk in. “Well, since we are all here, let’s introduce ourselves. Princess Y/n-” I say before I get cut off. “Just Y/n or Seph is fine.” Y/n says. “Alright then. Y/n already introduced herself.” I say. “Well me and Y/n already know Namjoon, Jin and Taehuyng. As for the rest of you, we don’t. I’ll start off though. Hello, I am Prince Jeon Jungkook of the Emerald kingdom. I am 19 and Y/n is my twin sister. I am also dating Namjoon and Jin.” The young prince introduces himself.

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Yoongi’s POV

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I hear Hobi speak up next. “Hello there. My name is Prince Jung Hoseok of the Opal kingdom. You can call me Hoseok or Hobi. I am 22 years old and I am dating Yoongi.” I decided to go next. “Hi. My name is King Min Yoongi of the Ruby kingdom. I am 23 years old and I am dating Hobi. Just Yoongi is fine.” I swear I see Y/n look at me and Hobi when we introduced ourselves with so much interest. Maybe I am just making it up. Funally Jimin introduces himself. “Hello. I am Prince Park Jimin of the Pearl kingdom. I am 21 years old and I am dating Tae. Just Jimin works.”

END OF CHAPTER 1!

#sope x reader #bts sope #namjinkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts vmin #bts royal au

[seeminglyseph]

“Yeah she has a very minimalist style, compared to [seph] who is very cluttered.”

I don’t know if my mom has memory problems or if this is common selective memory issues for Golden Children, because like. It’s definitely easier to live a minimalist lifestyle when you leave a) a foot deep layer of garbage for your mother to sort through and clean in your childhood bedroom when you move out. And b) only take some furniture and necessities and basically store whatever else in the family home and have a rather large apartment to yourself because you have driven off every roommate you’ve ever lived with.

Bitch gets to be minimalist so I don’t have storage space, and end up cluttered. But I mean it’s not like *she* would be cleaning up all her trash. God forbid she actually help or deal with the problems she causes in this family. No no no, that’s not her job. Her job is to never contribute or care or have anything to do with anything unless she needs something then everything has to grind to a half and derail.

#my life #grumblings

[ambrosiafm]

come on, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒂, and let the nectar flow! take a load off! — accepted! please familiarize yourself with the guidelines, plot, and lore. join the discord link from the pinned post or your roles will be reopened. welcome to 𝘬𝘦𝘧𝘪, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢, leon parker, lavender 'love' walsh, carina belshaw, christine 'tin-tin' rose oracion datuimam. nicholas skidmore, taylor russell, danielle campbell, kathryn bernado is now taken.

⧼ nicholas skidmore, cis male, he/him, thirty. ⧽ ritual by waterparks + fresh coffee in the morning, baggy sweaters, bags under the eyes adding to the aesthetic, rooms full of plants, crackling fire ☼ leon parker survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a owner of the hearth inn and pub and are known to be paternal & blunt, makes sense given they’re a child of hestia. word around town is that they’ve been here for four years and has an estranged fiancé and daughter, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their guitar. [ nico, 30, est, any/all, sa, sui, sh, animal abuse ]

⧼    taylor russell,  cis woman,  she/her,  twenty-three.⧽    bite the hand by boygenius  +  wide brown eyes staring deep into your being, shadows in the corners of your periphery, being too scared of your dreams to fall asleep.  ☼  lavender ‘love’ walsh survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a barista and are known to be insightful & off-putting, makes sense given they’re a child of hypnos word around town is that they’ve been here for six years and because of her (involuntary) dream-jumping, she can no longer distinguish between her dreams and reality, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their special item.    [    seph, twenty3, gmt+8, they/them, pet death    ]

⧼ danielle campbell, cis woman, she/her, 28. ⧽ slut! by taylor swift + affirmations written in the mirror with red lipstick, having a glass of rosé in the bathtub,falling in love with strangers she’ll never meet again, leaving fresh flowers on forgotten gravestones, letting her hair down after a long day. ☼ CARINA BELSHAW survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a psychotherapist and are known to be caring & ruthless, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF APHRODITE / LEGACY OF HADES. word around town is that they’ve been here for nine years and AS MUCH AS SHE DESIRES TO LEAVE, SHE WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HER LIFE OUTSIDE OF THIS PLACE., is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their charm bracelet. one charm for each of her siblings and loved ones. [ mia, 27, cst, she/her, s.a, suicide ]

⧼ kathryn bernardo, cis woman, she/her, 229/physically 21. ⧽ warm heart by hollie col + worn out converse, the smell of vanilla candles and collections of scattered poetry ☼ CHRISTINE “TIN-TIN” ROSE ORACION DATUIMAM survived the second titan war, but just barely! nowadays they’re a archery instructor and are known to be dedicated & judgmental, makes sense given they’re a CHILD OF ZEUS/ HUNTER OF ARTEMIS word around town is that they’ve been here for 21 years (3-8 months of the year between hunter duties) and WENT TO THE GRANDE OPENING OF EVERY JOLLIBEE LOCATION, is it true? it’s probably just gossip. whenever you see them around town they have their tupperware of baked goods. [ jove, 26, est, she/they, medical related stuff ]

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[prismaticpichu]

Zack leaving lil’ pre-written notes in Sephiroth’s desk drawer whenever he’s sent off on a solo mission. He writes them the night before and sneakily plants them amid his pens—where he knows Seph will open it to grab for a pen and find the letter inside. Formulaic, almost routine, the messages always relay the same thing: that he already misses him very much, that he can’t wait to come home, that he insists Sephiroth eats and drinks and sleeps and to take it easy. And he always promises to come back.

And, one day away, while going through his bag, Zack finds a little something that he very much never packed:

I already miss you. Take care of yourself. I promise to, too.

- Seph

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I wouldn’t put this in the tag, but why do certain people in this fandom get so mad when Seph gets any form of humanization so much?? Keeping a bunch of his background a mystery is a reasonable request absolutely, but why is it so bad to see him emote and have connections and deal with shit before his downfall?

Why is it so bad to add to the subtle and delicate writing that surrounds his “fallen angel” arc? I mean, do people want a smirky, one-dimensional villain forever? (Not that he ever was one-dimensional anyway but apparently some think he was).

No villain should just be evil for no reason, and if we want their reasons to be a little mysterious, that is entirely able to be done without stripping them of their emotions or tragedy. Everyone’s favorite villains have carefully crafted downfalls and often there is tragedy and misunderstanding involved.

Seph is an absolutely iconic villain and deserves more of this treatment. He is frankly, overdue for some humanization that isn’t bound to the limits of an older game like Crisis Core that often suffered from a lack of deeper exposition or elaboration. He’s earned it after being a terrifying, mysterious villain for so long.

Just a touch of it doesn’t ruin anything. The writers seem to be treating it with care and delicacy so far, which is good. That’s what we need.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. Twitter is getting on my nerves because people are saying things like “He better just stay crazy and enjoy burning shit for no reason.” and accusing people that disagree of “not actually being a true fan of the character.” (As if Crisis Core didn’t already make him more sympathetic!!)

(I’m also not using his full name so that this doesn’t show up in anyone’s search results if you don’t want to draw any contention. Cheers).

Pure evil villains are boring, unless it's full camp or they're having fun and it's delicious to watch.

I think people aren't paying attention to context. This isn't CURRENT Sephiroth, this is Sephiroth as a child. If he was always evil and always sadistic, it would take away a lot of the message the original game was trying to convey with him--Sephiroth is the product of SHINRA, the product of immoral ethics, war, and greed. Sephiroth was a normal baby given abnormal enhancement, shoved into extremely traumatic rules and expectations, and subsequently loses everything that ever made him human in a mad quest for revenge and control. To say Sephiroth was evil from the moment he was born is a HUGE disservice to his character, and his story as a whole. Sephiroth is a monster. But he is the monster Shinra created.

Now do I think Sephiroth should be redeemed? No, probably not. It's not about his journey back into the light, it's about his descent into darkness. That's what makes his character interesting. For the record, I don't want them to woobie him either. Part of the reason I find those Disney Remakes insufferable is how they take fun villains (Cruella, Maleficent) and try to make them all weepy and sympathetic. THOSE are villains where being pure evil works. It's entertaining. Their evilness is infectious. They're chewing the scenery and it's great. They're nasty little shits and they ENJOY it and they're cartoony enough to where you don't have to take it seriously. Sephiroth is a completely different beast, with an actual message to his story.

I've always found serious pure-evil villains completely uninteresting because there's no layers to them. No pathos. No depth. Part of having a good villain is looking into their eyes and seeing something of yourself in there. YOU could be that. YOU could become that. These are moral lessons for adults as they try to navigate a confusing and unfriendly world. You shouldn't turn into this because, in the end, succumbing to anger and hate ISN'T good. It ISN'T healthy. And these villains, at the end of the day, are extremely unhappy people who bring about their own destruction. You lose that when they're just a smirking sadistic killing machine. It's an empty husk that just exists for the heroes to defeat. I'd like to think that Sephiroth is more than that, and has always been more than that.

Anyway, rant over. Twitter is dumb, hence why I'm not on it. I'll agree with them if the Remake Trilogy attempts at a redemption arc and it's clumsy and unjustified. But this? A tragic Seph backstory was always a given when you look at the lore. So long as they go about it in a balanced morally gray way, it fits very well with his character.

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