literally crying screaming throwing up because my week has been an absolute dumpster fire, so i am arriving on my hands and knees to beg for crumbs. i know i don’t even play ff7 but your redemption au has me in a chokehold?? bianca and sephiroth are literally everything to me. please bless my dashboard with some incredibly soft, cute, low-stakes headcanons for them?? i just need them being happy and domestic to heal my soul fr 🙏✨
Hi, Prehistoric. Sorry your week has been bad. Sure I can give you some headcanons. Hope this week is better. This is based on their height differences: Bianca is 5 foot; Sephiroth, 6'7".
After a long mission, Sephiroth will sit on the floor of their living room with Bianca sitting between his knees. He uses a soft brush, warm water, and specialized oils to carefully clean the mud and grime from her feathers, since her wings are so large that they tips of them drag behind her like a cape. He is incredibly gentle around the sensitive scar tissue where her wings meet her back, using his touch to soothe the inflammation. While Sephiroth is meticulously preening her feathers, Bianca isn't just sitting still.
Because he is sitting right behind her, his silver hair falls perfectly over her shoulders. She spends the entire time humming softly to herself, happily braiding his hair, weaving small beads into the silver strands. By the time they are done, her wings are pristine, and Sephiroth looks like an overgrown elven king.
Because Bianca loves oversized clothing, she frequently raids Sephiroth’s civilian closet. His sweaters look like massive, cozy dresses on her. She has to roll the sleeves up four or five times just to find her hands. Sephiroth secretly loves seeing her swimming in his clothes, finding it deeply grounding to see the planet's most feared warrior reduced to a soft, swallowed-up bundle of knits.
When Bianca is overwhelmed by the whispers of Asmodeus or S-cell exhaustion, her fatal flaw makes her want to keep moving and run away from her pain. Sephiroth stops this simply by using his height to trap her in a massive embrace. He will wrap his arms completely around her, tucking her head under his chin, and fold his own majestic black wing completely over her and her broken wings. It creates a dark, completely silent, heavily insulated shield where the rest of the world disappears, instantly calming her.
When Sephiroth kisses her or when she is holding the twins, Aurora and Lucien, Bianca's wings will involuntarily puff up, her feathers ruffling until she looks twice her actual size. Sephiroth can read her wing language perfectly. If she is being sassy or sarcastic, but her feathers slightly poofing out, he knows she's completely content.
When they lie down together, she will curl tightly into his side, and Sephiroth will reached over, carefully gathering the heavy mass of her top wing, and pull it over his own chest like a dense, velvety blanket. He handles the limb with absolute reverence, knowing how heavy it feels to her spine during the day. As they settle, he gently strokes the soft, downy feathers right at the base of the wing joint: one of the few areas where she still has full, hypersensitive nerve sensation. The soothing pressure releases all her built-up tension, eliciting soft, rumbling purring noises from her chest as she drifts off to sleep.
In their kitchen in Rinnos, Sephiroth deliberately puts her favorite Wutai green tea and baking ingredients on the highest shelves. He doesn't do it to be mean. He does it because he absolutely adores watching her stubborn determination. Because her 23.6-pound wings are dead weight, stretching up to her tiptoes completely throws off her balance, causing her to lean precariously forward against the counter so she doesn't topple backward. When she inevitably huffs, pinned by her own gravity, and turns her head to glare over her shoulder at him, Sephiroth steps up right behind her. He presses his chest against her back—acting as a solid, unyielding brace to support her weight—effortlessly reaches the item, and leaves a kiss on the top of her head before handing it over.
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OMGGGGG chapter 3!!! 😭😭😭 I am literally shaking and screaming right now!! The Nibelheim atmosphere was so creepy with Bianca's true sight and then Sephiroth's laugh making her remember Hojo's lab?? My heart broke for them. But CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT INN SCENE?! I was holding my breath the entire time because Zack was right there sleeping!! Sephiroth completely lost his usual composure and the way he was grinding against her through their clothes The sheer heat and the hand under the sweatshirt Bianca's little whimpers and her purring earlier had me melting. They are so deeply in love and protective of each other it hurts. Amazing update. Sephiroth x Bianca fans ate well today ❤️❤️❤️
Prehistoric, thank you so much for this gush, my friend. You have no idea how much I appreciate this message
You, also, know my routine by now, I always post the smut chapters on AO3 and immediately run away to hide because I still get so incredibly embarrassed by them. I will be back online tomorrow to properly catch up on tags and reply to the comments, mentions, and messages, but I will answer and queue this for later this afternoon.
Looking back, I am still so incredibly glad you convinced me to start sharing my Bianca x Sephiroth pieces on Tumblr all those years ago when I told you 'no, I don't think anyone would like her'. I made awesome friends in the FF7 fandom and the Sephiroth x OC community who enjoy them as much as we do.
Our favorite couple truly has come such a long way, and writing that shift in their dynamic for Chapter Three of the Road to the Reunion was both thrilling and terrifying for me. This is the first Multiple Chaptered story I wrote since Grandpap passed away, so I wanted to get back into the grove of things.
I wanted that contrast between the heavy, tragic atmosphere of Nibelheim and the absolute, untamed heat behind closed doors. I typically write Sephiroth as a gentle lover pre-Nibelheim Incident, but specifically for Road of the Reunion, I wanted to start his descent from the moment they entered the town for a little bit of canon divergence. So, I have him showing a mix of aggression and restraint.
They've, also, carried the trauma of Hojo's lab for so long, and seeing Sephiroth completely lose his composure for her, well, let's just say our Sephiroth x Bianca hearts definitely needed this win.
I loved writing her little content purrs just as much as his reactions under that heavy blanket. They are entirely each other's anchors, no matter how much the world tries to manipulate them.
Though, before I go, I have to leave you with one burning question about the inn room that might be expanded upon in supplemental material this week. Was Zack really sleeping that deeply, or was he just trapped in a really awkward position and praying the floorboards wouldn't creak and he would never look at Sephiroth the same way again?
Wait, hold up, you’ve got a new OC?! You’ve got me so curious now. I’m ready for headcanons, pls. Can’t wait to hear about them!!
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I do, Prehistoric, but she's not really an OC. Not in the traditional sense. Colette is my self-insert. I have been working on her lore, alongside Bianca's.
Colette Vasseur is a quiet and empathetic woman from the lower sectors of Midgar. Raised in a modest household after the death of her mother, she runs a small shop in Sector 5 and lives a life of simplicity, preferring to help others quietly from the sidelines. Her connection to animals and writing serve as her forms of expression. Colette’s life is quietly disrupted when she meets Sephiroth, and their relationship develops slowly but steadily.
Cute Headcanons
Colette secretly writes whimsical notes on scraps of paper and hides them around her shop for regulars to discover. Each message is filled with soft dreams of a kinder world beyond the plate. Her quiet acts of mischief bring unexpected smiles to those who wander into her little sanctuary.
She doodles tiny hearts and stars in the margins of her journal, capturing moments of joy amid Midgar’s relentless gray. Every scribble is a burst of color in an otherwise monochrome life. These small sketches remind her that hope can be found in even the smallest gestures.
When a stray cat pads into her shop, Colette offers it a gentle pat and a soft word of welcome. The cat’s purr becomes a comforting soundtrack to her quiet day. In that tender moment, the harsh industrial corridors of Midgar feel a little less cold.
In the dim light of her store, she arranges curious trinkets into miniature displays that resemble secret gardens. Although no real flowers can bloom below the plate (outside of Aerith's church and home), her artful layouts evoke a hidden burst of life. Each display is a private rebellion against Midgar’s perpetual dusk.
Colette often leaves a hand-drawn charm on a customer’s purchase. It's a tiny token of gratitude. The delicate doodle carries more meaning than words ever could. It’s a subtle promise that even in a world of concrete and steel, gentleness endures.
Late at night, she hums a lullaby softly learned in childhood while tidying her shop. The gentle melody turns a routine task into an act of quiet celebration. In those moments, her heart flutters with the simple delight of being alive.
Colette writes short, whimsical stories about impossible sunsets and hidden meadows on loose pages that she pins to a bulletin board in her shop. Her words create a secret world far removed from the cold reality beneath the plate. Even if she’s never seen the sun, her imagination paints it in brilliant hues.
Every now and then, a customer’s smile sparks an idea for a new quirky arrangement on her display shelf. She finds delight in matching the unlikeliest items together. These spontaneous moments of creative fun make her shop feel like a small haven of wonder.
Colette has a habit of tucking tiny paper origami figures into unexpected corners of her store. Each folded shape is a quiet whisper of joy in a world dominated by industry and gloom. Their delicate presence reassures her that beauty can flourish even in the shadows.
Domestic Headcanons
In her modest apartment, Colette arranges her few cherished mementos with careful precision. The soft glow of a single lamp casts gentle shadows on her carefully organized space. Every item is a silent testament to the warmth and resilience she carries within.
Each evening, she prepares a simple meal, treating each dish as a small celebration. The quiet clatter of utensils fill her home with a sense of calm domesticity. In the muted light of Midgar, her table becomes a sanctuary of nourishment and care.
Colette rises with the subdued hum of the city and roar of trains, greeting the day by tidying her space and setting small goals. The ritual of making her bed and arranging her few belongings is meditative and grounding. Her routine, though simple, anchors her amidst the relentless pace of life below the plate.
On slow afternoons, she can be found dusting off every corner of her apartment with deliberate, caring strokes.
Her living space is decorated with soft fabrics and faded photographs of her friends and the people of Midgar. Every corner holds a quiet reminder of memories. Despite Midgar’s relentless gloom, her home overflows with a warmth that is both humble and resilient.
Colette has arranged a small bookshelf filled with well-loved volumes that serve as silent companions during the long nights. Each book offers an escape into another world. It's a brief reprieve from the harsh realities outside. In the quiet solitude of her apartment, literature becomes her most cherished form of intimacy.
Every week, she rearranges her small collection of knickknacks, as if to reset the energy in her surroundings. The simple act of organization gives her a sense of control over her otherwise unpredictable world. Each careful placement is a small victory against the chaos of Midgar.
At dusk, when the factory lights blur into the shadows, Colette lights a single lamp to dispel the surrounding darkness. The gentle radiance softens the harsh angles of her room.
In the secret corners of her home, she keeps handwritten notes that chronicle her dreams and small triumphs. The fragile papers serve as a reminder that even beneath the plate aspirations can still be found. Each note is a cherished promise to herself of a brighter tomorrow.
Colette’s routine includes a quiet moment before sleep, when she arranges a small bouquet of pressed memories -- old tickets, faded letters, and tiny keepsakes -- on her bedside table. These personal relics create a mosaic of her life. As she drifts off, the soft glow of these mementos whispers that her small world is filled with grace.
Sensual Headcanons
Colette finds sensual delight in the soft textures of her well-worn sweaters and the delicate brush of fabric against her skin.
In the solitude of her apartment, the flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows that seem to embrace her form.
Bathing in a small clawed bathtub, Colette savors a very warm bath.
Colette’s fingertips revel in the texture of everyday objects: the grain of a wooden table, the smoothness of a favorite book’s cover.
As night falls, she massages her hands with a vial of subtly scented oil, letting the fragrance mingle with the cool air of her room. The tender massage transforms routine care into a quiet act of self-care.
Her Friends Headcanons
Colette often meets with Aerith in the quiet confines of the Sector 5 church. Their whispered words are often filled with hope and understanding, creating a hidden sanctuary away from Midgar’s harsh realities. In Aerith’s warm presence, Colette finds a kindred spirit who sees beauty even in the smallest moments.
Zack’s energetic visits to her shop burst through the monotony of everyday life with a contagious enthusiasm. His adventurous stories and light-hearted banter brighten the dim corridors of her world. Even for a brief moment, his infectious energy reminds her that life beyond the plate can be unexpectedly joyful.
In quiet moments after the bustle of the day, Colette finds solace in long conversations with Angeal. His steady honor and gentle wisdom lend her strength, and their discussions drift between dreams and shared silences. With each meeting, she feels less alone, as she is supported by a friend who values kindness above all else.
Colette and Genesis occasionally debate literature and philosophy. Their conversations are as intense. Each word a mirror reflecting hidden parts of themselves. Even in disagreement, their mutual respect weaves a bond that transcends the darkness surrounding them.
Brief yet meaningful encounters with Tseng often leave Colette with a sense of assurance. A nod or a word exchanged in passing is enough to remind her that respect and understanding exist even with people higher up in Shinra. These silent acknowledgments strengthen her resolve to persevere amidst the concrete and steel.
Cissnei’s playful teasing in Colette’s shop often draws out gentle laughter from the normally reserved shopkeeper. Their interactions, filled with subtle humor and affectionate banter, soften the otherwise stern edges of everyday life. In Cissnei, Colette discovers a friendship that brings light to even the bleakest days.
On quieter evenings, Colette invites Angeal and Genesis over for modest gatherings.
Aerith and Colette share a ritual of exchanging handwritten notes. Their notes talk about boys and their dreams of a future. In those moments, the written word becomes a lifeline of compassion and shared dreams.
Before Sephiroth, Zack often lends a hand with shop repairs, turning routine tasks into playful adventures filled with laughter and light-hearted jests.
Angeal, Genesis, and Zack each took it among themselves to teach Colette some basic techniques to protect herself in the slums.
Sephiroth Headcanons
Colette and Sephiroth first met when they bumped into each other in Sector Five, where she was carrying a box of merchandise back to her shop. Their brief exchange was simple yet left an impression, contrasting the harshness of Midgar with an unexpected warmth, considering she didn't even recognize him as 'the' Sephiroth. She never reads the social pages in the newspaper.
Sephiroth has never told Colette he loved her. Instead, he whispered he loved her against the top of her head after they had sex the first time. He thought she was asleep. She wasn't.
In their secret apartment, Sephiroth takes time to rearrange small trinkets and personal items in Colette’s space. Each careful adjustment is a wordless message that her well-being matters beyond measure. His quiet acts of service fill the room with an intimacy that transcends spoken affection.
Every night, after his patrols or when he comes home from missions, Sephiroth stands watch outside her shop. His vigil becomes a silent promise of protection. Without uttering a single word of love, his steadfast presence reassures Colette.
Amidst the chaos of a city built on steel and sorrow, Sephiroth crafts pockets of calm in Colette’s life. He surprises her by fixing a loose cabinet hinge or straightening a crooked picture frame, every small act a quiet declaration of care. These meticulous gestures speak more profoundly than words ever could.
She writes love letters to Sephiroth, leaving them where he will find them.
Their first date was a quiet evening in Sephiroth's apartment. He surprised Colette by cooking a simple meal. Sephiroth hid his nervousness beneath a calm exterior. After dinner, they slow danced in the living room to a classical tune playing softly in the background. Neither was a master at dancing, but they moved awkwardly yet comfortably in each other’s arms, laughing at every misstep. This tradition stuck, and they still slow dance in their apartment.
Colette finds a soothing intimacy in washing Sephiroth’s hair, running her fingers gently through the silver strands, and drying it with a softness that surprises even herself. Occasionally, she braids it with practiced care. Her hands are steady and methodical. Sephiroth returns the gesture by washing and drying her hair. These moments are their unspoken love language.
Their mornings are unhurried. Colette, being more of a night owl, tends to sleep in. Sephiroth, who wakes early out of habit, spends the quiet hours making coffee and reading, occasionally glancing at her still-sleeping form with a softness he rarely shows. On weekends, he brings her a cup of coffee in bed, earning him a sleepy smile and a kiss.
Unbeknownst to Colette, Sephiroth sketches in the quiet hours of the night. His drawings are surprisingly detailed: scenes from their life together, her in moments of laughter, concentration, or simply asleep. One day, she finds the sketchbook by accident, her heart aching at the realization of just how deeply he sees her. No one saw her quite like he does.
Colette is known to surprise Sephiroth with small, thoughtful gifts that reflect her love for him. It’s nothing extravagant, but the gesture means a lot to him. Whether it’s a handmade scarf or a rare book he’s mentioned wanting, these gifts always make Sephiroth feel appreciated and loved.
After a tiring day, they’ll often curl up on the couch together. Sephiroth wraps his arm around her. They both love the comfort of each other’s presence. They often fall asleep tangled up in blankets.
Answering for the tag game. Sephiroth. Absolutely no question about it. Every single time you pop up on my dashboard One-Winged Angel starts playing in my head.
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You too, Prehistoric? But I guess I should own it.
And btw, this is me since reblogging that tag game: What character do you associate with me?
Most of my moots: Sephiroth.
Me: Surprised Pikuchu face
Honestly? I’m proud of myself. The branding is flawless. It's secretly a Sephiroth shrine? Or not so secret. 😂
If my blog doesn’t radiate the exact energy of a six-foot-seven inch tall man with a giant odachi, mommy issues, and profound psychological issues, then what am I even doing here?
I am wishing you a good day, my dino-loving friend. Thank you for sending these questions my way.
What song makes you feel better?
“Oh No!” by Marina and the Diamonds makes me feel better because it names the pressure instead of pretending it isn’t there. The song leans into ambition, emotional armor, and the fear of failure so openly that it becomes grounding rather than overwhelming. It acknowledges how easy it is to turn yourself into a machine just to survive expectations, while still holding onto the desire to make a change. There’s something oddly stabilizing about a song that says, Yes, this is messy, and yes, I’m still moving forward anyway.
How do you like to take care of yourself?
I take care of myself by writing, first and foremost. It’s how I process the world. I also lean on yoga and long walks to get out of my head and back into my body, especially when everything feels too loud. Comfort foods matter, too. Familiar, cozy meals are grounding in a way nothing else quite manages. It’s a quiet routine, but it keeps me steady.
Comfort food?
Homemade raviolis, without question. My great-grandmother used to make them the size of my palm, and two were enough to leave you completely full and very content. She made her own sauce as well, and the whole thing felt like being wrapped in care rather than just being fed. That kind of food stays comforting long after the plate is empty.
If your soul was a color, what would it be?
It wouldn’t be just one color. It would be a blend. Green, pink, yellow, blue, indigo, violet, and white, layered together like a soft rainbow, because kindness and empathy aren’t monochrome. Around the edges, though, there’d be a thin line of black: not bitterness, just the mark of emotional burnout from carrying too much for too long. Even so, the center would still be bright. Exhaustion hasn’t erased the core, just shaded it a little.
🎉💖 HAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY NL!!! 💖🎉
Omg it’s your special day!! 🥳💫 I hope you’re being showered in love, cake, and chaos (the good kind 😂). You deserve all the sparkles, hugs, and serotonin today 💐🍰✨ Hope this year brings you new stories, wild inspiration, and the kind of joy that makes you giggle at 2am for no reason!! 💕💃
🎂🎁 Sending you the biggest birthday energy ever!!! 🎈💖
Thank you so much, Prehistoric. It's still early, so everyone is sleeping. Going to go and eat out with my husband and daughter later today.
Fingers crossed that I have new ideas for stories and other things this coming year. And love this gif of him.
Hello, my dino loving friend. It is good to see you found this account, as well as my fandom one.
I assume this is for the newest ask game I shared? "Yet another writing ask"? If it isn't, please go ahead, send another ask, and specified the game these questions are for.
14. Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.
This is from a Sunday Romance drabble I'm currently writing.
Nothing here will capture her eye, Brennan pondered.
20. Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?
I tend to work on several projects at the same time. Currently, I'm plotting out Cold as Ice, which is the first novel in another trilogy in the Arathean universe. There is Flight of the Dragon, too. I also have some writing that I'm working on for my fandom Tumblr.
It takes me longer to release work, but I'm working on writing sprints to strengthen my writing pace.
23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?
I excel at description. It's dialogue that I have trouble with. I want to have my dialogue sound as realistically as possible. In my writeblr intro, I mention about my aphasia. This affects every part of my writing, but I think the most the one that it does the most is dialogue.
I will often people watch to learn mannerisms and different speech patterns. I also try not to write when I'm tired or overwork. It seems those are the times when my aphasia is the worst.
Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?
