#sephesis week

[sephesisweek]

Sephesis Week 2026

January 1st thru 7th

Soon, the curtains rise again! Sephesis Week 2026 is just around the corner.

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Prompt list text under the cut. ⤵

Day 1 — Short prompts: Hook / Origin. Long prompt: "into the fray."

Day 2 — Short prompts: Incident / Provocation. Long prompt: "a chance encounter."

Day 3 — Short prompts: Action / Urgency. Long prompt: "dance 'til your frayed strings break."

Day 4 — Short prompts: Crisis / Crossroad. Long prompt: "the product of choices past."

Day 5 — Short prompts: Turnabout / Peripeteia. Long prompt: "a most accomplished performance."

Day 6 — Short prompts: Climax / Swansong. Long prompt: "the strength of hearts conjoined."

Day 7 — Short prompts: Denouement / Aftermath. Long prompt: "reclaim the heavens."

[getvalentined]

Day 1: Hook 🍎♡🐍 @sephesisweek 2026

So which of you is going fishing and which one is the catch?

Happy new year, everyone! This time around I'm going full AU for the whole week—get ready for some really specific and needlessly complex settings!

EDIT: Check out the fic that goes with this picture here!

[marinecosplay]

Time is running out by MarineCosplay

Sephesis Week 2026 @sephesisweek - Day 2: Provocation

“When was the last time you took a vacation?”

Genesis’s question landed on Sephiroth like a punch, and, as always, no answer was offered. The General lowered his gaze, a mixture of embarrassment and anxiety flashing across his face—it was the tenth time his lover had raised the same subject. The redhaired Soldier hesitated with the awkward silence, as if finally allowing the uncomfortable truth to settle in.

“So… never.”

It shouldn’t surprise him, not really. After years of being friend, lover, and comrade to the Hero of Shinra, he should be numbed to the countless abuses of Shinra. Regardless, they still sting.

“One more reason… nobody needs to know. Take a few days off, you deserve at least that much. I’ll say I’m visiting my parents in Banora, and Angeal can cover for us. He’ll fly the chopper, pretend he left me home… and we rendezvous somewhere else… somewhere private.”

Sephiroth brushed the suggestion aside as absurd, just as he had the nine previous times. Vacations were a foreign concept for him. Genesis and Angeal had somewhere to return to, but where could he go? The General steered the conversation away once more, and the topic vanished for a week.

“I’m not saying it’s possible, but if it were…” Sephiroth asked later, after a very satisfying training session.” Where would you like to go?”

Art by @pink-nube

[yingxtkm]

WIP but I thought it was fitting to post it anyways considering it’s Sephesis week (Which I just found out about lol)

I actually don’t ship these two but I just thought they would slay the homoerotic cigarette lighting look, and they did 😌✨

[kaonarvna]

My friend, the fates are cruel—

It would have been their final conflict, the last time they would have see one another: the weaker bloodied and in decay, in need of disposal. It would have been a cruel and pitiful exercise of wasting time and whittling away what little strength Rhapsodos was holding onto.

Genesis knew——there was no way he could win, so why fight a concluded battle?

Sephiroth knew——there was no way he could put Rhapsodos down like a rabid old dog refusing to bear teeth.

It was better, from then on, to refuse altogether. It was better to deny orders, to fail assignments, to send another man whom he begged would spare him all the same. Send in that poor puppy to take care of that monster, desperate for health and salvation.

He just wanted to live.

If only he had enough time, then maybe, just maybe, they could play on even terms again. Maybe, just maybe, they could find some new version of "okay".

「 Description: It's dark, two men are tucked away in the wood somewhere they won't be seen nor heard. Moonlight comes in between tree trunks, only just lighting them, the ferns, the flowers, the blade edge hovering just about Genesis' neck. He sits on the mossy ground, one knee tucked to his chest, hand clutching a fresh scrape that's bled through his leather boot. The degrading man's body is covered in the white shed of his own rejected, rotting cells. Rapier, his blade, is on the ground beneath him, one hand pressed atop, pushing it away. Sephiroth stands in striking range, having lined up masamune with his counterpart's body, a threat. He orders (begs): PICK IT UP. Genesis does not comply, muttering: not today, not yet. Sephiroth doesn't cut him down. He stands there, frozen, refusing to execute one of the only men he has ever called "equal", one of the only men who made him understand "home". 」

If you would like to see the disastrously pink base sketch, you can do so here! A massive thanks to the dozens of people who, just seeing that alone, showed an immense amount of enthusiasm and love for this (then) unfinished piece. You are all too kind.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Entry for Day 1 of Sephesis Week 2024 @sephesisweek -- Prompt:  Infatuation / Introduction / "we seek it thus."

[altocat]

Hey Alto! I’m curious. Did you write a different scenario for each of the Sephesis week prompts or is it one big fic with all of them? I am looking forward to more of your writing!

It SHOULD ideally be one big fic with all of them, though I'll primarily be focusing on the main long prompt (Devotion). I wanted to do individual oneshots but I was too busy this year. But hopefully my oneshot will make up for it!

[getvalentined]

Day 5: turnabout / peripeteia 🍎♡🐍 @sephesisweek 2026

peripeteia /ˌpɛrəpɪˈteɪ.ə/ (noun): a sudden reversal of circumstances, or turning point, especially within a work of literature.

It's about time I get to draw my boys being a threat to time and space. Role reversal, Safer·Genesis and Weapon Sephiroth, united in their drive to wipe humanity off the face of Gaia. How did this happen? Irrelevant! Enjoy the absolutely unnecessary surplus supply of appendages.