#still experimenting

[sirpollyana]

Something I drew last Valentine’s. Might as well post it here too.

[0skullink0]

Same sketch, differents interpretations +1

[clen-theartist]

Got lost in a desert biome

(19 bis)

[alyxthehunter]

Mmmmmmmm....dwiftor

[umberwolf]

A month late (for a birthday post) but he always needs more fan art

[demialwrites]

It's His

He's using you. Or is he?

Rufus' words echo in Sephiroth’s mind.

“I don't deny it! Why would I? It's brought me all this.”

If he was corporeal, he would be wearing a predatory smile. The new president's loneliness makes him easier to manipulate. Ah, but he doesn't have to be lonely. Sephiroth reconstitutes in a swirl of purple-tinted black flecks and smoke. He steps forward.

“Sorry if I'm late.” He makes sure his words are warm and just hesitant enough to avoid spooking you. You haven't been spooked yet but still.

“Sephiroth,” you greet him equally warmly, making a quarter turn towards him. You lift your wrist to check the time. “No, not late.”

The time is displayed on a shiny, black watch that communicates its value in how unassuming it is. It's obvious that it was a gift from Rufus, because it suits his style and not yours. It's telling that you still wear it. Your husband, the new president, could be here with you. Sephiroth discovered that the president rarely came home these days and that spurred him to approach you.

You turn all the way around and away from the view from the terrace of the penthouse you supposedly share with the president. It's a similar view to what Rufus had when Sephiroth approached him earlier as Glenn, yet the president seems to prefer the superior height of the Shinra building to his wife's company lately. Sephiroth approaches you slowly, his close proximity indicating that he would like to join you where you are. He's careful to avoid touching the six month pregnancy bump. Its existence indicates that Rufus spent more time with you at one point.

You should be more hesitant to run your fingers through his long, silver hair than this. It's always a curious act to Sephiroth. You know he was killed in action years ago. Everyone knows. Yet here you are, never having asked where he came from and developing a habit of just enjoying his company. Sephiroth places one hand on the railing and snakes the other around your upper rib cage, still avoiding the growing baby. The move forces you to drop your hand but his hair is so long that you can keep a lock in front of you to twist around your finger gently. You curl it and let it uncurl. When it gets snagged, you apologize softly and let it go.

Sephiroth says nothing. He watches you with unblinking eyes and a faint smile. Sephiroth bends down to kiss your temple, something he imagines you wish Rufus would do more often. You lean into him, and the two of you enjoy the comfortable silence. He can't tell what you're thinking but he doesn't need to.

You suddenly ask, “Can you see differently out of those pupils? Compared to me?”

For the nth time, Sephiroth is mildly surprised by your curiosity. You always ask what's on your mind. “I don't know,” he replies honestly. “I've only seen through my eyes.”

“Right, right.”

You easily let the matter drop. Sephiroth feels lucky that you don't question him more. As long as you accept his presence as is, he will keep coming back.

“The baby is moving.”

Before he can react, you've grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand to your gently protruding stomach. He's been avoiding this. Not because of some last sliver of misplaced honour but because this baby is his. His enemy’s. Sephiroth wants to keep all of his hatred for Rufus under wraps while he's with you.

He doesn't notice the baby. No, he's sensing something familiar beneath his hand. A skull mask flashes in his mind, a need to reunite and become whole, a female voice slithers like tentacles along his brain, followed by a vision of Cloud's shaking, clawed hand through his puppet’s eyes. Sephiroth’s pupils dilate with the thought that only one man could have done this to your baby. You probably have no idea.

The next feeling is new. It feels new. It doesn't remind him of his old humanity, like the rust stains and worn grooves left behind after changing out an old, metal part. This is a new feeling. It's scary and it has him in its grip. He wants to kill for you. To protect you.

“...roth?”

He blinks, your face right in front of his snaps him out of it and brings him back to the present. Or at least, as close as you can get your face, given your height distance. Your big eyes hold concern. For him. It's beautiful. He's falling in-

Sephiroth gives you the faint smile again. He puts it on like a mask and tucks the scary feelings away for later. But acting normally only further fuels your suspicion.

“Are you okay?”

His smile widens. “I'm fine.” He starts guiding you towards the door leading back inside. Fussing over you is something he imagines you wish Rufus would do more often. “It’s you I’m concerned about.”

“But it's a warm summer night-”

[ellioteoflorule]

I am very tired

Piko

[yourlocalsimp11111]

Five years of me simping for a pixelated control-complexed flower, yyyaaayy!!

June 15th is Flowrah anniversary day where you get a day off, free strawberry magnolia, golden flower tea, and chocolate pudding 🔥🔥🔥🔥

And because I’m a self proclaimed queen of indecisiveness here’s more versions of this thing under the cut :)

Yeh. Indecisive. What’d ya expect??