#sephaeroth

[soldier-lodbrok]

Control

Arttrade of RP-scenes with amazing @sephaeroth !

Alex' part, an absolutely badass storyboard page is here!

[noescapingthepast]

GOING TO SCREAM FOREVER OVER THIS CUTE LITTLE GUY. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you x100 @sephaeroth !!

Amazing artist, wonderful person -- if you're looking for some commission work, I can't recommend them enough! @hauntographia Be sure to check out their other works here!

[ff-aeriseph-world]

I don’t have the touch to do fan arts by my own… but I have my imagination and help of AI 🤖 and create my ideas about my ship #Aeriseph

[phantasiiae]

@sephaeroth

It is difficult for Dion to sleep. Ever since their arrival in the Hideaway, he can't but feel like he shouldn't be here. He should be back home, helping rebuild where Waloed destroyed. A lot of this feels like running away, like being a coward. He can hear Sylvestre's voice in his head now: you're a disappointment. What son of mine would allow this to happen? You're supposed to protect Sanbreque. What good are you now?

He sniffs, wiping at his eyes, only snapping out of his thoughts when he hears the creak of his door opening. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the figure, but he would recognize Sephiroth anywhere. Sitting up, he gestures for him to come in, running a hand through his hair. "...I take it you can't sleep, either? I feel like I can't settle down."

[h-a-unted]

ever feel like the best of you is something you're still hoping to grow into? (@sephaeroth's reint. seph for sciel!)

"Oh, all the time. Every second, in fact." It was an easy reply, if she were to leave it there. After all, this version of her was full of so much pain and sadness, she was something she didn't wish to be forever. She hoped that, some day, she'd wake up and be able to greet the sun with boundless joy, with understanding and acceptance as to why things had to be as they were.

Why couldn't she move on from the past? Why was everything so heavy?

"I'm wondering, though... The you, right now, is pretty good, the way I see it. Not to say that you wanting to improve is bad..." But he made it sound like he was not as he should be. His best was beyond the horizon and he could only try and grasp for it. Sciel didn't think of him like that. So, a hand reaches for his shoulder, lightly placing itself against it.

"What do you wish to grow into?"

[audaciiae]

@sephaeroth

"What is it now?"

Genesis' defection followed subsequently by Angeal has made tensions higher than Conall likes. ShinRa is certainly not perfect by any means, even he is aware of that, but this is pulling back the mask and exposing the hideous truth quicker than they could cover it up. He squints as he stares out the window, letting out a huff and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"If you're not bringing me any new updates on where those two might be, I don't really want to hear it," he mutters, crossing his arms. "Though I suspect you're going to say what you'd like anyways. Go on, then, make it quick."

[fromthe7thsidelines]

starter for @sephaeroth , from Loz

Loz knew that hair, the same silver-white as his. He could already guess their eyes would be the same, or similar enough, once the other turned around. He felt a faint resonance in his chest, one he couldn't really put into words.

What he hadn't expected was where he'd found the other. He'd always imagined his eldest brother - or, the whole to his part? who he'd been created for? - somewhere high and cloudy. This place was quiet, and dark, without enough space over their heads.

"Hey," Loz still called out, brazen. "It's you, right? Sephiroth."

[ofcerberus]

@sephaeroth asked: 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out .

"let me see it." hard to believe anything managed to successfully mar the mighty soldier's flesh, but her nose doesn't lie. she recognizes blood's iron scent in the air and the impression it leaves on her tongue. moby is certain this may very well be the first time sephiroth bleeds in her presence so she can't guarantee its his one hundred percent. no one else was this close, though, and the elevated levels of cortisol in his circulatory system gives her a good enough guess.

cat-like eyes give him a once over as she steps closer, trying to detect where she might spot the wet stain of blood on his clothes. "your garments are making it difficult. and you're not invincible, you know. you still need tending."