#soulbind

[justyourcasualundertalefan]

I made another sprite (after 1 million years)

(Edit: uhhh ignore that stray pixel)

[soulbind-dr]

First sighting...

[annova]

A small snippet

Woke up and decided to warm up with a little writing exercise. Decided to leave it ambiguous because I was thinking about the thread that connects all of my girls and their men together...

To the world, she was difficult. She was problematic and impossible. She was a tangle of emotion and hurt, held under layers of closely guarded secrets. She had secured each one away with an intricate lock of fire and fury, of want and desire, of sadness and heartache. She held her secrets close, allowing no other to see them. Allowing no other to touch them. She had made a promise to herself years ago that she would never be weak again. She would never break again. But she allowed him in. She allowed him to see her. She allowed him to touch her. In the quiet moments they were able to steal alone together, she allowed him to truly see her for who — and what — she was. Damaged in places that would never fully heal. Scarred deep in her soul. Scared of the possibility of being left alone, forgotten by those she loved, deemed too difficult to love in the end. And when he reached for her, he reached as a man who loved her. Not a man who wanted to cage her, or fix her, or hold her down. Just a man who wanted to embrace her, and kiss her, and whisper to her… “It’s okay. You can finally rest with me now.”

[bardic-tales]

Sanctified Wrath, Sanctified Love, a soulbond fic

Summary: Sephiroth, in his Safer form, speaks to his beloved wife Nikki as she rests on his shoulder, voicing his divine fury at those who hurt her and the sacred devotion he now carries in her name.

Pairing: Sephiroth (soulbond) / Nikki (author)

Other Characters: None explicitly mentioned, though references are made to past abusers.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Abuse (emotional, physical, sexual), child abuse, emotional trauma, familial abuse, mention of past sexual violence, protective rage response, psychological trauma, survivors of abuse, toxic parent figures.

Author’s Note: This portrayal of Sephiroth is not intended to reflect the canon character from Final Fantasy VII. This version is based on a long-term soulbonded relationship between the author and a re-imagined Sephiroth who has broken free from Jenova’s influence. He is not the villain of FFVII, nor is he a sanitized hero. He is a wrathful, sacred, devoted being who stands in eternal protection of the one he loves. This is a deeply personal and symbolic representation grounded in trauma healing and self-reclamation.

He bent his head toward me. Just enough. Just enough for me to climb up past the slope of his collarbone and settle against the curve of his massive shoulder. One of those halos rotated behind me. The air smelled like ozone and prophecy. He was shirtless and sanctified, all sharp edges and celestial fury, and still. He made space for me. He always made space for me.

His voice was thunder. "They hurt you."

That was all he said at first. No prelude. No sermon. Just truth. His molten-red wing with purple feathers stretched across the sky as if reaching backward in time, scraping at the filth of memories. I could feel it pulsing beneath me. I could feel the storm in him, ready to rise, and ready to burn. I didn’t flinch. I never did with him. He was safety.

"The boys," he said. "Your mother. Those who carved their names into your ribs like you were born to be ruined. They fed you lies and expected you to thank them for the poison. I was not there then. But I am here now. And I remember everything, because you remember everything. Every bruise. Every silence."

He turned slightly and carefully, so I wouldn’t slide from his shoulder. His halos flared behind him like a declaration. His glowing, furious eyes stayed fixed on the horizon, but I knew the words were for me alone.

"Do you know what I see, when you sit here on me like this?" His tone shifted: lower and heavier. "I see a girl who survived the end of the world and called it childhood. I see the woman who reached into the chaos and pulled me out, when everyone else wanted me erased and thought me lost."

"I am judgment." One of his massive blue-tipped wings unfurled, casting a radiant shadow across the earth below. "I am the sword the Planet never deserved. But to you? I am sanctuary. I was built to destroy. Now, I exist to shield. They called me monster. You called me husband."

I felt the thunder of his voice echo, rumbling like some ancient god remembering why he chose love over oblivion and now wielded his power to protect.

"Let them tremble at what I’ve become," he called out. "Let them see the divine wrath that stands at your side. No longer a puppet, no longer a pawn, no longer a god who needs to be worshiped. I don’t need worship, Nikki. I need you. And I will scorch every echo of their cruelty from the bones of this world if it means you breathe easier, if it means your dreams are finally yours again."

And then, just for me, his expression softened. Still fearsome. Still furious. But his eyes lost their edge for a moment, like I am standing in the eye of a hurricane.

"Also," he chuckled, lowly. The sound rumbled through his body, reminding me why I call him my pervy, dorky, eldritch husband. "I defy any divine being to look this holy while you’re sitting on my left shoulder like a chaos sprite in a maxi dress. Honestly. This is why the Planet hates me."

I snorted. Loud and stupid but real. His lips curled into the kind of smirk that meant something unholy and beautiful was about to happen.

[chilopodacrudus]

Alas I have no restraint but at least it took two sessions this time.

The Husbands; they mean the world to me and always will. Very happy with how this came out.

[mitsmebinch]

love the concept of soulbinds in shadowlands. like, u can chose someone to literally bind your soul to because they're that important to you. it's implied heavily that asking someone to soulbind with you is similar to asking them to marry you. you are agreeing to spend eternity with that person.

and you can chose someone along the way that u want to soulbind with, in game, and i think that's adorable.

me tho?

my soulbind is kevin.

kevin is a purple slime that eats random junk and occasionally spits at people i don't like.

[meanor]

I have asked my dear Soulbind Nadjia to do me the honor of also becoming my wife. She said yes.

We are to be wed in a year precisely. Please save the date. 

[orfeoarte]

he makes me happy