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Weekend Morning (508 words)

“Babe? Do you hear crying, or is it just my imagination?” Vera calls from the kitchen as she prepares pancakes for breakfast. Sephiroth pauses, cleaning the toy-filled living room to listen for the faint cries from the nursery. 

“Nope, not just you. Someone must be up.” He puts the blue block into the bucket before cracking his back and starting for the nursery. Sure enough, the cries come from a single baby in his crib. When he opens the door, he can see chubby little hands holding onto the crib's bars. Seth is crying and kicking his feet, but the second he spots his silver-haired father, the tears are replaced with a gummy smile and giggles. Sephiroth kneels outside the crib to be face-to-face with his 6-month-old son. “You just wanted attention, didn’t you?” Seth giggles and reaches through the crib's bars for Sephiroth’s nose. 

After picking Seth up and taking him out of his crib, Sephiroth changes Seth’s diaper with a scrunched nose. Seth giggles like he knows exactly what he’s doing to his father. Once the baby is in a clean diaper, Sephiroth places him on the ground to crawl around while he makes his way to Seth’s twin brother, Sam, who is younger by two minutes. Sam is still blissfully asleep and bundled up in his blankets. 

“Come on, little guy, time to wake up,” Sephiroth says as he gently runs his finger along Sam’s chubby and rosy cheek. Sam doesn’t stir, staying in his baby dreamland. Sephiroth sighs and lifts the tiny six-month-old and changes his diaper. Surprisingly, he stays asleep all throughout. He then picks up Seth again and places the twins downstairs, placing them in their high chairs. 

Seth babbles nonsense as he pats his hands on the little table before him. Vera emerges from the kitchen carrying two little plastic plates, one blue and one green. The plates have little pieces of pancake that she had cut up for the babies to eat easily. Seth gladly accepts his green plate and shoves it and his fist into his little mouth. 

“He’s still asleep?? He’s breathing right??” Vera asks as she gently tries to remove Seth’s fist from his mouth. 

“Of course he’s breathing. If he weren’t, we’d call an ambulance now.” Sephiroth scoffs. He’s now poking Sam’s cheek in a weak attempt to wake him up. Vera sighed and handed Sephiroth a small green plastic fork to feed Seth. They switch spots, and Vera takes Sam’s little hand and gently waves it up and down before kissing the baby’s forehead. This seems to wake him up, which makes Sephiroth roll his eyes. 

“There’s my beautiful baby boy! Good morning, sweetie!” Vera coos as Sam blinks his sleep away. He looks around and sees his brother eating before he looks in front of himself to see his own plate. His green eyes, identical to his brother’s and his father’s, light up, and he reaches for his pancakes. While feeding Seth and Sam, the two adults discuss the day's events.

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Meeting (1130 words)

The sun shines down on the group of kids, who walk in two single-file lines, holding hands beside each other. One female adult is at the front, and another is at the back. The female at the back is Vera. She is a 20-year-old who moved from Gongaga to Midgar, hoping to escape her controlling mother. Now, she works at a daycare that cares for over 35 children daily, but plans to open her bakery soon. The adults divided the kids into groups of two, with each group consisting of two adults. Vera is working with an older woman in her group of 16 kids on a recent field trip to an amusement park in Midgar. Vera feels a bit anxious as they walk through the crowded streets and keeps counting the number of children to ensure she hasn’t lost anyone. 

The older woman split the group because half the kids wanted to ride the roller coaster, and the other half wanted to ride the swings. So, Vera took the eight kids who wanted to go on the swings. Vera keeps looking to ensure the children follow as they walk to the ride, thinking this isn’t a good idea for children aged 5 to 7. As the kids line up to get onto the swings, one stays beside her and tugs on her shirt. 

“Miss Vera?” The little boy asks. His hand is holding his crotch as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. She crouches down to be at his height. 

“Yes, sweetie?” 

“I gotta go to the bathroom…Will you take me there? His bottom lip juts out as he makes puppy dog eyes. Vera sighs and looks around for a bathroom. She sees one and nods, taking the little boy’s hand. She brings him over, and he runs inside to go. While waiting for the little boy, she keeps her eyes on the swing ride that holds the rest of her group. 

“Don’t forget to wash your hands!” Vera calls the little boy in the bathroom and watches as the ride comes to an end. “I’ll be right here when you’re finished; stand outside where I can see you!” She calls before jogging to the ride to collect the rest of the kids. After doing a quick headcount and getting seven kids, she leads the group to the bathroom to get the little boy, but he’s not standing outside. She quickly instructs the other kids to stay right where they are before she goes into the men’s bathroom and calls the little boy’s name. 

“Aiden? Aiden, where are you? The rest of the group is waiting.” There’s no answer, and Vera can feel her heart rate pick up. She goes outside and looks through the crowd, trying to spot the little boy’s red shirt. She sees three tall men standing out against the crowd as she looks around. SOLDIERS. She tells the kids to follow before speed-walking over to the men. “Excuse me? I need some help from you men.” The three of them look down at her. The red-headed man holding a book looks at the kids in line behind her. The man, who looks like he hasn't shaved in a while, gives her a kind smile, and the man with long silver hair stares down at her. 

“What do you need help with, miss?” The unshaven man asks. 

“I’m here with my daycare children and am missing a little boy. He’s wearing a bright red shirt with a white cat on it, a blue backpack, and…a black baseball cap. Please help me find him! His name is Aiden!” 

“Okay, calm down, ma’am. Where was he last?” 

“He was in that bathroom!! I left to get the other children off the ride, and when I returned, he wasn’t in the bathroom. Please, you have to help me!” The unshaven man nods and gently grabs hold of Vera’s shoulders. 

“I promise we’ll find him. I just need you to take a deep breath.” 

“Angeal, let's just find the boy.” The man with the book scoffs, clearly not in a good mood. The man, now known as Angeal, nods and gives her a smile before looking at the men.

“Sephiroth, can you check by the bathroom and in that area? Genesis, you will go towards the rides, and I’ll go to the shops.” Both men nod and split, leaving Vera with the rest of the children. Vera allows the children to go on a nearby ride, but she paces along the gate, biting her nails. 

“Oh god, I’m going to get fired. I will be in so much trouble if Miss Grate finds out. Oh my go-” 

“Excuse me. Vera was it?” A deep voice asks. Vera spins on her heel to see the large silver man from before. In his hand, he’s holding Aiden by his backpack as Aiden sucks happily on a lollypop. 

“Aiden! Oh, thank you, sir!!” 

“Sephiroth.” He corrects. 

“Yes, Sephiroth. Thank you so much for finding him. Where was he?” She asks, gently taking Aiden from his grip and holding onto Aiden’s little hand. 

“He was an ice cream stand around the corner. Someone must’ve given him a lollipop because he already had it when I arrived.” His voice is almost bored as he glares at the little boy. Vera nods and also looks down at Aiden. He doesn’t seem to comprehend what he has just done and what danger he could’ve put himself in. “Oh, also, he doesn’t seem to know what stranger danger is. I just walked up and grabbed him. Maybe you should enlighten him.” Vera flushes and looks back at the boy. 

“Yes, I’m very sorry. I only started working-” 

“I don’t need your excuses.” He interrupts, leaving her stunned for a moment before she nods. 

“Right, thank you for finding him. Is there anything I can do for you?” The silver man pauses and thinks for a moment. 

“Your number…Please.” Vera doesn’t know what to say as she looks up at him. Why would he want her number? A SOLDIER of all people, asking for her number. 

“Uh…I guess? May I ask why?” That, in turn, stops him. He didn’t think that far ahead as to why he asked for her number. 

“I’d like to…to…go on a date.” He answers as he avoids eye contact, looking past her and instead at the boy. 

“Oh…” Vera whispers as she pulls her phone from her pocket. As he puts her number into his phone, the boy starts walking away. Vera notices and quickly grabs him, hoists him into her arms, and puts him on her hip. Once Sephiroth gives her the phone back, he nods at the boy and her before going back to the other two men from before.

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Warning

I'm going to be posting a bunch of short stories I've written in the past few months, and they aren't in order, and I haven't written a few things mentioned in other stories that I'm posting.

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Sano Family

Vera (Me): Mother 

Brown eyes 

Dark brown hair 

A year younger than Sephiroth (25)

When she moved to Midgar, she started working at a daycare (She was working here when she first met Sephiroth) 

Eventually, she gets enough money to open her bakery after marrying Sephiroth. 

Sephiroth: Father

Green/teal eyes 

Silver hair 

Singular black wing 

A year older than Vera (26)

Seth and Sam are twins.

Seth: 

Older by two minutes 

Silver hair (straight)

Green/teal eyes

Black wing on the right side

Tiny anger issues

Bad nightmares 

He tries to be cold like Sephiroth, but will go to Vera for cuddles when sick/sad.

His favorite parent is Sephiroth. 

Sam: 

Younger by two minutes

Brown hair (curly)

Green/teal eyes 

Black wing on the left side 

Narcolepsy 

Separation anxiety

Cuddles are a must 

His favorite parent is Vera

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Here's a late Valentine's Day doodle of sephiroth & Vera <3

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I made a new drawing! Yes, it’s been a while. I've been going through a little bit of a creative slump but I'M BACK BABY!!

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I'M SAVING THIS FOR LATER

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Until next time, Rin T.

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YOU GUYS HAVE NO IFEA HOW BADLY IVE NEEDED THIS

A couple people in my server mentioned referencing my drawings to figure out Seph's hair, so I figured I'd make a tutorial about how I do it! I hope it's helpful lmfao I think this is only the second tutorial I've ever made

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To combat the good night kisses piece I made a good morning one.

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We love Sephiroth in this house

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I fucked up Vera's skin tone but otherwise I think it turned out good!

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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I found a word for me on my 365 new words a day calendar.

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Here's a fun little clown drawing! <3

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Here’s a few of my doodles from Christmas and the days following. I got an iPad for Christmas and an Apple Pencil so I’ve gotten back into digital drawing more.

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First digital drawing on my new iPad! I got a little lazy on the last two doughnuts but I think it’s okay!

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

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New drawing!!! This took me a few days but I’m happy with how it turned out!!