#yes sephiroth is there too but

[jeriafterdark]

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WHY DID THEY GET RID OF HIS EYE BAGS NOOOOO

Not just that, his Post-Jenova color shift too.

RIP Stinky Green Jenovaroth 😭

[princeof-flowers]

Thinking about Vincent having to hold Sephiroth for the first time, and it's because Sephiroth breaking down. And this is not child Sephiroth.

This is adult Sephiroth. Giant, 205cm/6'8-9 broad shouldered and chested Sephiroth.

It hurts.

[zacksephreunion]

"I'm looking for someone."

- Cloud, Kingdom Hearts 1

Aka me assuming the person cloud is looking for is zack, who was taken, presumably, by sephiroth. You can imagine what that information does to my brain 👹

srry its hard to see iii didnt wanna re-line everything guh edit: also yes i did want/try to give zack an "abstracted" white wing but not sure it rly came thru lol

EDIT: is it just me or did the new tumblr update rly bust the image quality?

[silvergreenseraphim]

Every fiber of my being hates that skin, but I'm not surprised by it because Square likes to milk Sephiroth for all he's worth just like ANOTHER company

Yes. Isn’t that so strangely ironic…

I know adult Sephiroth is a very attractive character and was designed as such deliberately, but even recently Nomura-san addressed his own fascination with Sephiroth’s popularity beyond just what his appearance drew in. He guessed that it was something to do with Sephiroth’s background, which for many of us, is definitely the case.

If Sephiroth’s own creators are starting to see that fans care for the character beyond just his looks, then I think the Ever Crisis devs should also focus on that instead of fan-service and objectification. Especially when it comes to young Seph.

It’s very likely that Shinra did canonically exploit their hero in unsavory ways, which adds that nastier layer to this type of promotion. I hope young (and even adult) Seph is treated with a little more tact in the future. :/

This was what I am referencing from Nomura-san, just to be clear:

He knows Sephiroth is popular because of his looks, but he is beginning to also see our love of Sephiroth’s story in general. I want them to focus on this and put less effort into using his appearance for money like Shinra would.

[venivenias]

you ever see fanart so good you just wanna fuckin explode

[fruitsofhell]

I still think about this post I made anytime I see someone talk about Sephiroth Like That. It's still so weird to me, do people realize a character being designed to be hot doesn't automatically mean they're supposed to like… sex-y? With Kuja and Sephiroth I mean this as in their attractiveness is meant to be aesthetic more than sexual, it's like that shit Greta Gerwig was saying about Barbie to me.

I remember something that really struck me when I first played those two's respective games was the way their beauty was treated. I had never taken a game with bishounen characters seriously before, so there was a slight culture shock at how much aesthetic weight was put on them, especially combined with the angel motif in both their characters. Two interesting details about angels (archangels or guardian angels specifically) this brought up in my mind was 1) that traditionally these angels are meant to appear as incredibly attractive people, and 2) that they're traditionally portrayed as androgynous men. Which hey, they nailed those both on the head with their "One-Winged Angel" and "Angel of Death".

But with angels, that humanity and human attractiveness is kind of just a guise for a creature, ancient, divine, and terrifyingly powerful - sort of far beyond the actual functions of a human skin. So their attractiveness is not because they're sexy or sexual, but because its an aesthetic representation of that divinity - a way to make that appalling level of power more palatable and, attractive.

And I find that really fun and interesting, a lot in a gender way because, once again, angels traditionally being seen as masculine, and that sort of "sexy for no reason even if its a de-sexualized non-human being" is only ever an excuse for flaunting a feminine form and not a masculine. And I tell you boys, I am on my hands and knees scraping at the dirt everyday for representations of male beauty.

Which is why for Sephiroth and Kuja this was so striking to me. The way their designed beauty incidentally or purposefully invokes the beauty of angels is just so cool. They are characters not at all presented as having any sexuality of their own, but that It-Factor they got encompasses their character and how they are popularly perceived. Like what would Sephiroth be without his imposing form, long silky hair, and cat-like eyes? Or Kuja without his doll-like face and, well, everything else about him? But that beauty is not FOR us or the characters - it's attractive, even captivating, but venomous. Those mako eyes only hold emptiness, to then be set ablaze by an otherworldly, alien hatred; Kuja's lips only purse in a sadistic, callous grin before twisting into the tortured scowl of a disgraced angel willing to destroy creation out of spite.

And that cruel beauty is mesmerizing to players and a lot of what they're remembered for. Which once again was amazing to me cause they're guys and seeing men get that level of attention warms my cold bisexual heart, but also because MAN it ties in so well to their motifs. I straight up think you get less out of them by assuming that being designed to be hot and being a character with sexuality are synonymous. At least personally I am way more enamored with this dynamic of these beings made to catch our eyes (either narratively or meta-textually) in order to tease our senses and twist our hearts, as they move whole celestial bodies and crumble empires with a smile. I'm Just Obsessed.

[miragee19]

[phoenixcatch7]

I think. Sephiroth. Would excel. In the bayonetta umbran academy.

[scrawnytreedemon]

Haven't drawn this fucker in awhile <3

[planet4546b]

zack fair is one of the funniest characters in ff7 for the single reason that sephiroth is so many things to so many people but to zack he’s just the weird guy his older brother is dating who’s really into a niche metal subgenre

[noxtivagus]

NO THOUGHTS ONLY SHADOWBRINGERS HFALKDSJFASLKD

[hqmillioncorn]

Go all Out, go all Out, Little Babycorn

Babycorn looked at the bathroom mirror over and over again, hoping that the next time she looked things would be different.  But no matter how many times she looked and looked again, her eyes and hair were still glowing. Even worse was that she couldn’t get any words out of her mouth. As scary as the entire situation was, the fear she had of facing the consequences of everyone that told her to not use her powers was far worse.  Would she get grounded for the rest of her life? Would she never be allowed to eat another brick again?! Or would they kill her?!  Then as quickly as Babycorn had thought of the worse case scenario, the glowing from her eyes and hair disappeared. “Oh!” Babycorn covered her mouth with her hand.  There was her voice too! It was back!  That was a close one! But next time she wouldn't be as lucky.

ffxiv write day 5: Stamp

home alone babycorn does a bunch of things shes not allowed to do. like use the stove, eat more cookies than usual and open up portals to different dimensions.

Babycorn stepped on the wooden floors of her and Tilika’s home as softly as she could. Over the past few months she had learned, rather harshly, that the floors of the home tended to be big tattletales who made a lot of noise. 

As Babycorn snuck herself past the door of Tilika’s room she held her breath. She knew Tilika was a pretty deep sleeper but for whatever reason Babycorn could never ever do anything without her waking up and berating her for being up so late.

This time however, things were different. 

Tonight Tilika was working overnight at the Studium. So there was no one home to wake up!

Babycorn sighed, old habits were hard to kill so that was the reason she still found herself sneaking around the house. There was always the fear that Tilika would also come home early and catch her right in the middle of her super secret activity. “It’s gonna be okay! Just a quick peek wouldn’t hurt!” Babycorn tried to assure herself.

After all, practicing her Starsinger powers to make sure she could control them was a good thing! Right? 

Sure maybe her head really hurt after using her powers and maybe Babycorn would end up passing out for a few hours afterwards too but that's besides the point. The point being that she wasn’t going to learn how these new powers of her’s worked unless she practiced.

Babycorn walked into the living room. Her steps were as light anymore now that she remembered Tilika wasn’t home. Though she was still careful not to make any loud noises since some dolls were sleeping on the couch. “Rest well little guys…!” Babycorn whispered. 

Now that the coast was relatively clear, Babycorn moved over to the kitchen. There was still some leftover pasta on the counter. Normally Babycorn wouldn’t ever leave leftovers but her plan for tonight had made her so nervous she lost one percent of her appetite for the night. “I’ll eat the rest of you after this! Promise!” Babycorn spoke to the pasta excitedly. She couldn’t just leave really tasty pasta uneaten like that! That would be so rude. 

After moving some chairs out of the way Babycorn was more than ready to begin. 

“Okay…Okay, okay, okay.” Babycorn repeated over and over. As nervous as she was, she still wanted to go through with this. She needed to. Babycorn brought her hands together and took a deep breath. A bright yellow light suddenly began glowing from her. A gold necklace with a green jewel in the middle materialized from inside of Babycorn. 

Babycorn looked down at the necklace in her hand. She remembered seeing Chelinka wearing the exact same one when she was younger. Something about it being something that they could use to channel their powers. Back then Babycorn didn’t pay much attention, seeing as she thought she would never have to worry about having those powers.

But, well, things change. 

People change too.

Babycorn grabbed the chain of the necklace and placed it around her neck. It made sense that the necklace fit her perfectly but it still surprised her every time that it did. “...I just wish it wasn’t so tacky looking.” Babycorn grabbed the necklace and scratched at the jewel in the middle. She could see her own reflection in it, albeit stretched out a little here and there. Which was a little weird since she hardly ever cleaned the damn thing. 

Oh, well, Babycorn shrugged.  That was a mystery for another day. 

Babycorn held her hands out in front of her and concentrated. Usually this would be almost impossible for her to do but she found out pretty early on that all she had to do was just think about what she wanted and her starsinger powers would take care of the rest. Tilika had told her that made her powers even more dangerous but Babycorn couldn’t see the harm in it.

As Babycorn’s hair began to take in a soft yellow glow, there was a small crackling sound. 

In front of Babycorn reality itself began to crumble. A crack began to appear, right there, in the middle of thin air. It sort of resembled one of the bottoms of one of Cherrypit’s favorite tea cups. Not that Babycorn could tell, her eyes were closed shut. 

The crack broke just a little bit. Enough for a small light to shine through. As soon as it shined through, Babycorn let out a gasp. Her legs felt a little wobbly and her head was throbbing. “Owwy, ow, ow, ow…” She bent down and held her head in her hands. When she opened her eyes she noticed a weird yellow light shining on the kitchen floor.

Her eyes were glowing again, so was her hair. The whole thing made it almost impossible to use her powers in secret. The whole reason Babycorn had to wait until nightfall to use them in secret. 

“I wish Chelinka had mentioned just how showy these things were…” Maybe she had? Either way Babycorn hadn’t listened. 

With most of the pain gone Babycorn stood back up and walked towards where she had broken reality. It was still kind of weird. Being able to sorta do something that a bunch of bad guys she fought had wanted to do. At the same time, it also felt kinda cool. In a ‘Haha i bet you wish you could do this’ kind of way. 

Babycorn chipped away at some of the hole to another dimension to see if she could see more into it. She was more than capable of creating an even bigger portal but the last time she had done that she had ended up in the infirmary for a whole week. 

But it had been more than worth it to jump into Clive’s world and steal a cheese wheel from him. At least, it was until Babycorn found out that Coco had eaten the cheese while she had been knocked out. 

But enough about that. 

Babycorn looked through the portal for anything she could recognize. She had peeked into this dimension before and had found a lot of cool things to see and hear! Really tall buildings, a strange egg-like smell, and a cute little dog (with a super catchy theme song!) that was plastered almost everywhere!

Even on bags of chips! She hoped that one day she could make a portal big enough to take one of the chips herself. Babycorn was desperate to try them.

Delicious looking snacks aside, the most important thing was that there was a really cute guy in this dimension. 

Babycorn moved the portal around the strange world, looking for any sign of something that looked like the feathers of a chocobo. To her that was what the cute guy’s hair most resembled. She was a little worried it would be hard to find him, since last time she had checked up on him he had been caught up in an explosion, or something like an explosion. 

The force of whatever it was had hit Babycorn so hard she flew backwards and hit the wall behind her. When Tilika had found her she made the excuse that she had simply tripped and fallen over. 

Of course her excuse worked since Babycorn had hurt herself like that before.

Suddenly Babycorn spotted a flash of yellow. “Eek!! There you are…!” Even though Tilika wasn’t home she still had to keep her voice down. Babycorn had learned the hard way that the connection went both ways, she could hear the voices from the other side and they in turn, could hear her. 

Babycorn moved the portal to have a better view of what the mysterious guy was doing. He was just so cool looking! “Oh!” She just noticed the sword on his back. “It looks just like the one Butts has…” That was strange. How had this guy from another world gotten a weapon from her world?

While Babycorn was thinking she heard something from the portal. A woman’s voice.

“Cloud! This way!” 

Babycorn looked up. That was also weird. It felt like someone had called her own name. 

The spiky-haired guy also looked over to where the voice came from. 

“So your name is Cloud!” That was a really nice name! Being named after a cloud was so cute! Since clouds are so fluffy and nice. Anyone named after one was probably super duper nice and cute! 

Babycorn paused. Where had that thought come from? 

“Your room is just this way! Let’s go!” There was that voice again. 

When Babycorn looked to see who was calling out to Cloud she saw a woman with long hair waving him down. There was a bright big smile on her face. For some reason Babycorn felt happy just looking at her. There was also something about her that was making Babycorn feel like she had seen someone like her before…

Whatever the case, there was one thing that was clear.

“She’s really cute too!” Babycorn turned away and covered her cheeks with her hands. 

Was everyone in this one dimension cute or something?!

[fourthclone]

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⚡ ⸺ ❝ moghome . [ ooc ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ enter stage left ! [ ic ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ mailbox . [ ask ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ unleash your passion ! [ meme ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ a fiery gift for you ! [ dash game ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ hear ye ; hear ye ! [ psa ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ toss a coin to your SOLDIER . [ sb ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ moogle's cooking show . [ hc ]

⚡ ⸺ ❝ SPEED DEMON ! [ face ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ to devour and be devoured . [ isms ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ 'sir' not as in a man ; but as in a knight . [ aes ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ i don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation ! [ inspo ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ let's ! [ music ]

⚡ ⸺ ❝ you and i harbor the same dark secret in our hearts . [ cloud strife ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ you are too deep inside me ; wallpapered in my subconscious . [ genesis rhapsodos ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ i still wake up with things to tell you . [ zack fair ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ you and i are one painful memory of the world ; shared like a grave . [ kunsel zantos ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ and i want to protect you from all pains and terrors . [ sephiroth ] ⚡ ⸺ ❝ among all things i seek your trace and do not find it . [ angeal hewley ]

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw I’m in love with it ❤️❤️❤️

Not So Subtle

pairing : sephiroth x female!reader

summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.

a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream. 

“It wasn’t even open.” He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours. 

“Mhm.. and you weren’t drooling over our superior.” 

“Your superior,” you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a first class soldier either,” He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.

Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.

Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand. 

There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.

“Yeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.” 

“Can you even talk to him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why are you sitting here staring..?” 

“He’s training..” 

“Mhm.” The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible. 

But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable. 

“Shut it..” You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh. 

“I don’t get why you can’t just talk to him..” 

“Of course you don’t.. because you're obviously blind. Or you’ve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.” You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth. 

His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. It’s a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. It’s so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. It’s unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.

He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.

“How could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, he’s first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of ‘do not promote’ list.” 

“Oh so.. the only reason you won’t talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I don’t know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.” Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth. 

“Would you shut it?” Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says ‘keep it down’ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face. 

“You’re so lucky you’re younger than me.” 

“More like so lucky you don’t want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know I’m stronger than you.” 

“Mhm..” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though he’s been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care. 

Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize it’s childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you. 

He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasn’t subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught. 

You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again. 

“Jesus,” he looks at you with confusion, “What’s the problem?” 

“He saw me.” 

“What?” 

“He saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..” You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.

“Would you relax? I guarantee he doesn’t care or he didn’t even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.”

You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine. 

“This is so pathetic…” 

“I agree,” he smiles when you shoot him a glare, “Just talk to him.” 

“Talk to who?” A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you. 

You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too. 

“Nobody! Angeal!” You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious. 

“Well which is it, nobody? or Angeal?” 

“Angeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.” 

“It just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.” 

You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack. 

He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like he’s in a far less teasing mood. 

“Whatever you have to say to him, it must be important.” 

“Hm?” You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, you’ve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently. 

“You're walking fast.” You shrug your shoulders and continue walking. 

At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you. 

“Is there a problem?”

“What? Of course not!” He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes. 

“I see now..” 

“See what?” 

“Really? Do you think you’re subtle?” Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and it’s impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.

“No?” His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you would’ve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, “You think I don’t notice the way you stare? Hm?” 

He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize he’s examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost. 

“I hear you, when you talk to Zack,” he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, “You’ve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?” 

When you don’t respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because it’s gone in seconds. He’s not satisfied by your silence.

Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, “Although, I suppose you’ve never been very talkative around me.” He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until he’s able to speak in your ear, “That’s not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure it’s audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesn’t hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing. 

“What’re you sorry for, hm?” He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“F…for ignoring you.”

“So you ignore me?” 

“No!”

“So you’re lying?” You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, “Then what are you sorry for?” 

“For not talking to you.” 

“And why don’t you talk to me, I'm sure you know it’s rude to stare and never speak to someone.”

“Because..” His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone. 

“Because why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.” 

You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, “Because I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know it’s stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-”

You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips. 

“Offend me.. that’s sweet..” He’s so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again. 

“Sephiroth..?” You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red. 

“You should’ve told me about this ‘stupid’ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?” You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly. 

Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position you’ve found yourself in.

His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw. 

When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed. 

Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, “Don’t be so shy from now on. Maybe we’ll end up here again.”

His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.

“Wait… wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?” You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly. 

“I didn’t. And I know you didn’t either.” He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.

[pink-nubes]

please i need to see genesis apologizing to sephiroth😔 it is the only thing that i wish for before my death, i want to see the two idiots finally sorting out everything between them

I took forever to answer this 😭 But I was finally able to make some art for this one!

Somehow, even if he loves talking, Genesis is really bad at apologizing. His first "attempt" that I depicted in another ask didn't go as planned, so for a while things were a bit tense.

Genesis is really insecure about himself, yes he has grown and matured after five years of solitude, but he feels like he could slip up at any moment. He knows his words hurt Sephiroth deeply and Sephiroth knows Genesis can hurt him in that way, so they are a bit distant at first.

But the thing is, at the end of the day they care about each other, and the familiarity and nostalgia that comes with living together (with Angeal too) starts softening things.

So the apology happens through the little things, Genesis treats Sephiroth kindly (In his own way). He is trying really hard and Seph can see that, he slowly starts feeling safer in this new place they are creating. Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal and the kids.

Sephiroth has never felt more at home.