Cloud & Sephiroth / Final Fantasy VII
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Cloud & Sephiroth / Final Fantasy VII
Illustrations I made for acrylic standees.
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HI! Sefikura en Español
Read Capítulo 10: Es un Niño. from the story FF Re: VII/Advent C y Ever Crisis - ¿Cuánto Vale mi Seguridad? - by RaphaH...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sephiroth and Aerith both calling Cloud "kawaii" 😚
Finally some Final Fantasy VII stuff!
Mostly Zakkura moments I would've loved to see more of, iykwim
Those chosen by the planet ☄️🪽
look at him....
Finally some Final Fantasy VII stuff!
Mostly Zakkura moments I would've loved to see more of, iykwim
With all those vents stories I can't get rid of the high traffic road image. I wouldn't even dare to argue about the the amount of dust in those vents. Shinra certainly has a special team reserved to cleaning them daily. I bet they pride themselves for the cleanest brightest shiniest vents on all of continents. And I love it.
Oh my god, is that why the vents are so suspiciously spotless in Remake? 😭
Sephiroth: Director, can you please authorize the remaining budget to go toward replacing our field radios?
Lazard: What’s wrong with the current ones?
Sephiroth: Everything. They’re unreliable, half of them don’t function, and every mission is suffering as a result. Yesterday Angeal sounded as though he were communicating from the bottom of the ocean.
Lazard: Oh. Well, that’s not possible. The remaining funds are always allocated to vent maintenance.
Sephiroth: Since when do we have vent maintenance...?
Lazard: Since always. The ventilation system here at headquarters serves multiple purposes.
Sephiroth: Such as?
Lazard: Intelligence gathering, surveillance, rapid transport, emergency access routes. The Turks use them constantly.
Sephiroth: They spy on us, so we have to keep them clean??
Lazard: No, SOLDIER personnel can use them too.
Sephiroth: But no one in this program is using the vents often enough to justify an entire department.
Kunsel’s voice from the ceiling: Oh, hey Zack!
Zack’s voice: Hey man! How’s it going?
Cloud: Move, you’re blocking the intersection.
Genesis’ voice: If one more person puts boot prints on my leather—
Reno’s voice: Morning, everybody!
Several voices: Hey Reno!
Sephiroth: ...so those voices I keep hearing are people in the vents.
Lazard: Yes? What did you think they were?
Sephiroth: Voices in my head.
Lazard: Why in Gaia’s name would you think that.
Tseng's voice from somewhere in the ventilation system: Go maim Hojo.
Sephiroth: If you’ll excuse me, I have urgent matters to attend to.
Lazard, pointing up: THAT’S TSENG.
Sephiroth, turning around: No, that’s the voice of reason.
Lazard: NO—
Thanks Seph, I’m never going to be able to see another lemon without thinking about you for the rest of my life now 👍
(Official Lemon Drink commercial)
Just swishing off with his favorite clone, nbd.
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FINAL FANTASY VII: REBIRTH
It's me... again... I'm already fed up xD
Green and Blue
From the fic "How Much Is My Safety Worth?" Arriving here... green (nier replicant suit) and blue (yorha a2 costume).
He stands close enough to smell the burning mako on the boy’s breath, a silhouette of silver against the dying light of a world that refuses to end. Sephiroth does not reach for Masamune; there is no need for steel when words can carve deeper than any blade. His eyes, cold and shimmering with the predatory glow of the Lifestream, track every flicker of doubt behind Cloud's gaze.
"You look at me with such hatred," Sephiroth murmurs, his voice a silken thread through the chaos. "Yet, you are the only one who truly sees me. Everyone else looks at a legend, a monster, or a ghost. But you... you look at your own beginning."
He leans in, his long hair brushing against the cold leather of Cloud's pauldrons, an intimate gesture from a god to his favorite puppet. The air between them hums with the weight of a thousand timelines, all converging on this singular, suffocating moment.
"Do you feel it, Cloud? The pull of the threads? You scream of freedom while you dance upon my stage. Every strike you aim at my heart only binds us tighter. You are the vessel for my legacy, the memory that ensures I will never truly fade."
A faint, haunting smile touches his lips as he watches the boy tremble—not from fear, but from the agonizing realization of their shared blood.
"Don't deny me. Without me, you are a hollow shell, a mercenary with no master. Embrace the fate we have forged in the flames of Nibelheim. Let the world burn, so that only we remain."
let nature speak for us instead