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OOC: comes on here just to say that I fell back into an old fandom and majorly exist there, the icon above is likely a hint as to what fandom. If I come back here, I will likely wipe the blog and dash clean and halfway start fresh, but that will take a hot second. Have a good one ♡

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FFVII Remake Gifs 25/???: Sephiroth scaring Palmer

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"my, aren't you the devil in disguise with that sweet smile on your face~." @wovenguard​ ♡

     " If I would try to wear a disguise, this assumption would be correct~ "     No, not like this, not right here or right now [ the moment did not matter ]. Something was distinctly alien around here. Something profound. Something exhilarating. Perhaps the reason he had been set to wander and allowed himself to be caught - even that his very presence might have been so utterly, so tragically - hard to miss. 

     Why not entertain that newfound host of his?

     " I am trespassing, am I not~? "     But something was off about his 'opponent'. A tiny little thing that permits the soldier to speak a touch different than usual.     " If that is the case, you might want to work on your barriers a little bit more~ "

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@adenial​ ♡ hi

     It was a day like any other. Within the white noise rushing through the busy streets, with a sentence picked out here and there, enough for anybody else's concentration to be broken if not shifting that bit of deliberate attention to a task [ unknown to anybody else ] at hand. He had just sat there on an elevated place, eyes closed, dormant against curled knuckles of his right hand, arm placed on the finely crafted stone that was his rest for a moment. One would think of him drifting off in the warmth of the afternoon sun, nearly too tranquil in times like these, but would not many know so much better? [ would they not desire to experience it all? ]

    Approaching the man could have dire consequences, so left alone and to his calm he was. Listening. Listening. At least for today, the 'exercise' may turn out to be an entertaining one.

            " Where did she go?! She can't have gone too far! "

                    " What are you even talking about? "

            " I have to find her! "

    The single sentences made out amongst the crowd, screaming still silent, they might be for everybody else, but for him, it would bring up the reaction of a smile, placid as it was, near imperceptible, yet eerie for those that had the chance encounter to meet him [ to relay orders? ] right now. They would not step any closer. How quaint, should they disturb the Legatus in a moment's peace and solitude? A mission should certainly not be brought to halt just for their own emotions - mayhap their fears ---

    ---the following tumult was enough so that his eyes would open, nought but a hum leaving his lips in mild contemplation. They indeed had managed to draw him out of his moment of undivided attention, drifting to and fro just to gather information. Eyes sharpen, head tilted gradually to glance at whatever had thrown three grown and trained soldiers in his presence in such disarray.  Scurrying to move from whatever had set a sudden bout of near primal dread into their veins [ how laughable, and he knew about not only a few who would usher training just for such an idiotic and frantic display ].

    From him? Laughter, soft and low, before he moves and shifts from his comfortable position to lean down and 'catch' that uninvited guest.

                    " Why-why are you so upset? Just calm down. "

            " You said you saw her, just tell me where! "

                    " Okay, okay! I think last time I saw her,                    she was at the artillery building--- "

            " Why there of all places?! "

    The sound, as soft and pliant as the rustling of leaves, the fine movement of grass, now wanders up his arm, subtle and near imperceptible that whispy sound of fabric's brush higher and higher. One would want to question his behaviour around such a 'threat', for the soldiers had assumed it to be like that. Even so, himself held little to no interest in entertaining their queries and worries and was soon close enough to dispersing, near discarding off them, shall they make any more noise as it is.

    They know. For whatever danger they may presume to be of a primal instinctual habit, finding themselves in the presence of power would be their undoing taking one or the other wrong step [ even a breath would be enough ]. Hilarious. When the barely present glances, the near airy movement of a wave of his hand, was enough to send them to scatter and flee, leave the General to his peace and quiet yet once again. As it was, the message of this 'incident' would soon travel far and wide, the first notions of it already reaching his keen hearing.

    Mayhap, at least for a while, he could resume his 'exercise'.

    Could listen to the surrounding, pick out the singular voices, adjust them, trace them, follow them. It was a simple thing to do, one he had shown and taught not only one but numerous in his reach. But for now? He would wait, as if nothing had happened past the comfortable weight in his grasp, settling and - such oddly comforting.

            " She is not dangerous! "

    A reverberating sound to announce a presence long before perceived, the very first strings of conversation, they seemed as if they had broken the dull 'entertainment' of the day even hours ago, but spanning nought but half a bell to count. Steps, hurried, exclamations beyond what one would expect in approach, it all halted as if struck and grounded, be the sheer force of a lightning bolt.

    " Searching for something~? "     It was the first time in the last minutes dwindling away, maybe feeling like an eternity passing for all those involved, that he would truly speak. And raise his voice not beyond that back and forth the guard and himself would be able to share. Whatever there was for those attentive behind Lovek's back to listen to, it might get drowned out by crowded streets and uproarious voices. But for the one now near gawking and staring at him in sheer surprise, the mocking rhetoric of said question may ring as clear as a bursting crystal glass.

    Undoubtedly, the day had become far more interesting than expected.    " Ah! My apologies, Sir, she-she got away when I wasn't looking, I--- "     Quick, so quick, words poured forth near unfiltered.

    " I know. "     And halted they were by a simple reply. The 'she' in question? A snake, a ball python as much as he was aware of the 'breed', contentedly surely, curled up on the Legatus still sitting, waiting for whatever would happen, situated like a statue underneath a clear blue sky. She had moved in these few heartbeats they had shared, slowly sliding up and higher, as if desiring to curl around Sephiroth's neck, to be able to see a little bit better, before turning to the rightful owner in what could only be called a mischievous display.     " I heard about it. "     [ and those words were as simple as they were unforeseen ].     " Come now, she's yours after all. "

    So he does. Stepping forward as if each step had to be calculated. Orchestrated. As if anything that would happen from now on, could be a farce, a trick, a spiel but knowing it was none at all. Careful hands would reach for the pure white snake, now curled and poised upon the Legatus' outstretched hand. Waiting there to be picked up and cradled close, as if nought else had been her desire all along.      " Y-yes, thank you very much, Sir. "

    It was a few heartbeats, a few pulses, pushing and pulling and would feel like he had stared far longer than need be. Enough for his superior to react, to tilt his head, eyes narrowed and finally - after that pretty little being had coiled securely in place; a tongue flick as if to acknowledge that the adventure experienced and been sure an exciting one had ended -, he would speak a few more words. A question. One breaking the white, bursting, rushing noise, and crashing it all like a wave overhead.     " Hm~ What is her name? "

    As if there had been nobody else but the two of them in this city of steel and arms.     " Ah! Yes! Her name is--- "

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RANDOM SEPHIROTH GIFS ?/?

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NEW FFVII 25TH ANNIVERSARY LOGO ART BY TETSUYA NOMURA

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CRISIS CORE REUNION

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SEPHIROTH IN CCR TRAILERS

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Drabble for @daemonczar ♡ - Word Prompt: Gold.

   It has always been that one distinctive glimmer of opulence tainting in an impetuous shine his very perception. Whenever just walking halls and occupying walls. Whenever just he had deigned it to be of any sort of interest to finally meet this very man again. And right now and for the first time they knew each other, he would make his 'disdain' for it openly clear. It was a simple set of words, strung together like a finely thought-out response to no one in particular.     " Such a bland display. "    Yet brought forth with a dispassionate soft sing-song, a polar opposite to the man's 'heavy' abhor. 

     At least as such, many would feel it like the gravest of insolence. 

     If not for who he was. If not for who they were. 

          " My, I have to punish you for this show of 'disobedience'~ "

                " I would like to see you try. “

     To call into attention, into consideration, all one might represent, before attentive eyes and even more buzzing ears, the very quaint, yet all the more detailed, the ebullience of a simple line of words had set a humming undertone throughout every nook and cranny. Filling the halls. Reverberating from the walls. It is near laughable if not attention had been forcefully attained by the smallest of movements, demanding it all for himself in the aftermath of a demonstration none other would even dare to execute. 

     Closer. Ever closer - had they come to each other, the grip on his wrist firm and tight, near crushing would it be for everybody below their stand, below their powers. He could feel the discipline bestowed where customs may demand it. As it was in the courts, was it not? The subtlety of a subject 'mouthing' towards the ruler in a dire wish to be laid to rest, unwillingly, unwittingly, losing everything, every single bit of precious body and soul to the might and want of the King or Queen. It was not different here. [ And lead to nothing it would for sure. ]

     The Emperor, after all, had to uphold a facade. [ Cracking. Smashed and broken. Porcelain structure with its fine and - gold-filled - trails ]. 

          " You do know about the customs here, don't you~? "

               " Yes. And tedious is what they are. "

     It was a test of patience worth a reward. Slowly, gradually, dragging a free hand down and further down, as if to see when the cornered animal, the perpetrator of the evening, would retaliate and bite. Would show the true strength now cradled so carefully and gingerly. It was a game between them both and neither of them was winning, neither of them even tried. 

     With the repetition of derision, that loathed little proclamation nearly drowned out by that growl placed too close to his face. To his lips. A wave of anger well contained he was able to taste if not for the bitter sting of blood, the burning blaze of gold. Was this man not all he loathed and yet wanted all the same? The control over governance, the representation of the despised, was so close in his grasp. 

      For those moments, heartbeats, ticking clock had he given up the reigns completely [ freely? ], within the privacy of abundance and splendour, the very tone of it was the glaring and crashing symphony of this fine and vibrant surrounding. Every nuance and partaken glance would lighten up his eyes with these very tones. He hated it all; it was enough to make him smile. 

          " Hm~ Did something happen today? Or why are you that rough to me~? "

               " Nothing did. Is that boring for you? "

     How many pulses had passed after this? [ Too few? Too many? ] How many had been traced and followed along? Over his chest. Over the inside of his arm, now pure and bare and so easy to cut into, if only the monarch wanted to spill forth something even more delightful, bright and far more tempting than the discardable grandeur of gold and gilded covers, placed everywhere at once. 

     Would he be the one to protest upon adornment with the undesired? Would he be the one to say words of deriding chide yet once more, drawing out ever more wicked forms of ire? [ Oh, mayhap he would ]. All of him had near slowed down to nought else but a soft drum chased and wanted and desired as it was, the solution to this teasing engagement was the deprivation of all that the other wanted. How long, exactly, would this go on? Had they even begun their deprived back and forth beyond those shallow exclamations and hollow touches? 

     What even had brought on this dancing eloquence? The need for him to announce his displeasure about a rich display for a ball housed and hosted by the man he does entertain [ covet? ] at least once in a while? 

          " Mayhap it does. What makes you draw my anger so~? "

               " Do you think this is a challenge or warning? "

     Drenched in red. Burning. Boiling. The very opulence of said display far outshines all riches and wealth and coin. Beyond it was what those whispering in the halls may very well assume to happen, for they know the wrath of their ruler. The very undoing that would befall him should his desires take over and once clear thoughts blur and breathe within the margin of sanity that was left between them.  

     Within the second it took for him to taste his own blood, being cut open and torn apart like he was, the pain itself had barely registered [ for there was none at all ] when the other had craved and wanted. Had destroyed and torn into the one reminder that had marked the soldier not as his own. How quaint to think that this scar was at the forefront of his mind, now viciously pried open. Fine, tender skin, flared to let his partner lab up the hotness spilt forth in pulses, over and over and over again. 

     With each drag of a hot sweeping tongue. With each touch placed on edges tenderly plucked apart like as if it was fine art. What a ludicrous facade just underlined with continuous disobedience to not follow the 'offering' given to him. 

     Would not so many think that the Emperor should be carried on hands? Prayed to? Begged for mercy? For compassion? For aid? All bequeathed to him [ and only him? ] in this hot and heavy display of pure adoration and fervour. 

          " Messy. "

               " It would be so dull otherwise~ "

     Not relented. Not allowed. Within all their engagements and plays and games, it was quite so rare [ nonexistent? ] that the warrior had allowed any form of superiority brought over and down upon him. Nothing else here, whiling away the seconds into minutes; the small motions, twitches, into fluid movements. Their positions switched and brought to a halt, he would find himself above his partner, staring down, a searing, near burning fire behind faraway eyes. 

     Slow? Fast? How had it all happened? How would it be perceived? For the moment's notice that all he wanted to achieve, had been denied by nought but subtlety of force. Of course, one might want to say, there had never been the chance for change between them, but only today there was a margin of a victory, within the reaches and touches while Mateus would drag his hands up from split skin, higher and higher, leaving the path of blood in its wake. Over muscles moving, contracting, as if being teased and chased by a burning touch, up to the soldier's chest and even higher [ when exactly had clothes been lost to time? ]. 

     Stop. During the bated breath taken in and released shakingly. Trembling. For the next taken had been brought forth far too late, released to sting so deeply in the depths of his lung. Had he said something? [ Had orders been given? ]. Within the bloodied handprint left along pulse on Sephiroth's neck, as if tenderly comforting - where he should grasp and tear and turn. 

          " And here, your punishment is still surprisingly bland. "

               " And I would not want to see you any other way--- "

     When composure slowly waned. Certainly. Certainly. Another deep breath under the gold-tinted fire in his lover's eyes inviting to more and more. When the pressure sheer became unbearable, the desires purely become insufferable. Oh, if he could, he would want to be devoured right here and now. Perhaps, if he thought about it clearly: this was the greatest punishment for them both to receive. Knows the Emperor not that the General was untameable? That there was a different form of anger, of ire, of wrath to be found - in that smouldering vision, crowned by his own hubris - by the golden halo crafted by everything around? 

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ENGULF  /inˈɡəlf,enˈɡəlf/

to immerse, plunge, bury, or swallow up “and she sang, she sang, she sang. Until her grief, like darkness, engulfed her…”

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☆ SEPHIROTH IN KH MOD ☆

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Young Seph 💚🥰

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★ [ Lovek ]

     he  doesn’t  need  to  turn  his  head  from  his  task  to  know  who  calls  to  him , the  slightest  tingling  of  a  shiver  at  the  nape  of  his  neck  at  the  way  the  voice  had  wrapped  his  name  around  their  tongue . suddenly  the  report  at  his  gloved  fingertips  seemed  much  harder  to  read , and  yet  –  he  takes  his  time , he  lollygags , he  keeps  the  other  waiting .     though  not  for  long . eventually  his  head  lifts  and  turns , then  lifts  more  to  look  up . all  feigned  defiance  or  slow  response  is  lost  to  the  wayside , his  feet  move  before  he  thinks , coming  closer , the  slightest  twitch  of  his  ear  picking  up  the  murmuring  that  is  quickly  silenced .

     “    assisstance ?   “   he  questions , but  does  as  he  is  told , following  and  keeping  pace  with  the  other , more  than  interested  in  what  he  could  possibly  need  help  with . without  a  scrap  of  hesitation , he  asks ,   “   you  are  aware  i  am  merely  a  guard , sir ? what  could  require  my  aid .   “

     What could require a guard's aid, requested by a Legatus, no less? A show. A charade. A farce of an idea and said idea was rooted in the simplicity of the other's very place in this 'bustling' little city of theirs. Mayhap he should wait till they are out of earshot of others so painfully interested in knowing what was going on---?

     " A mere guard, certainly. "     It was a game, a play. He was bored [ painfully so, this world had so little to offer ], a crushing force where none other could be found.     " I am to travel soon, in - let me say - the position of a 'diplomat', for the lack of a better term. As it is customary and required, I am supposed to travel with an entourage. "     Laughable, if at all, but he had more on his mind for this particular one. A show of obedience, or subservience [ it would be a lie that he was unaware of hidden desires ].     " I would like you to be my guard for the time being. "

     What a ‘spontaneous’ request.      " Do not worry, I went and asked for permission. "     Thus who would be one to refuse? And how many others may not desire said treatment, spoken in the softest of sounds?     " I have a - task or two - for you to fulfil, once we are there. You understand what I mean~? "

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Three friends go into battle. One is captured; one flies away; the one that is left becomes a hero.