Maison talo Simp

I'm a multi-fandom artist/19 year freako/ oc×character/characters and shenanigans |This is where you see me draw stuff but I'm usually the odd ball!|

[skeptical-saniwa]

hello! i hope you're well! i have a request if you're interested. could you draw a very blushy ratio or sampo after being kissed on the cheek or forehead?

Ooh anon I spent alot of time on this one haha 🤣💗 I hope you like it

Ratio is based off the premise you’re already in a relationship, sampo is chemistry is there but both sides keep teasing so you can’t tell if he’s serious or not

[emmyc0z]

Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw I’m in love with it ❤️❤️❤️

Not So Subtle

pairing : sephiroth x female!reader

summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.

a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)

part 2

part 3

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream. 

“It wasn’t even open.” He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours. 

“Mhm.. and you weren’t drooling over our superior.” 

“Your superior,” you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a first class soldier either,” He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.

Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.

Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand. 

There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.

“Yeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.” 

“Can you even talk to him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why are you sitting here staring..?” 

“He’s training..” 

“Mhm.” The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible. 

But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable. 

“Shut it..” You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh. 

“I don’t get why you can’t just talk to him..” 

“Of course you don’t.. because you're obviously blind. Or you’ve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.” You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth. 

His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. It’s a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. It’s so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. It’s unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.

He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.

“How could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, he’s first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of ‘do not promote’ list.” 

“Oh so.. the only reason you won’t talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I don’t know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.” Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth. 

“Would you shut it?” Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says ‘keep it down’ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face. 

“You’re so lucky you’re younger than me.” 

“More like so lucky you don’t want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know I’m stronger than you.” 

“Mhm..” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though he’s been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care. 

Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize it’s childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you. 

He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasn’t subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught. 

You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again. 

“Jesus,” he looks at you with confusion, “What’s the problem?” 

“He saw me.” 

“What?” 

“He saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..” You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.

“Would you relax? I guarantee he doesn’t care or he didn’t even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.”

You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine. 

“This is so pathetic…” 

“I agree,” he smiles when you shoot him a glare, “Just talk to him.” 

“Talk to who?” A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you. 

You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too. 

“Nobody! Angeal!” You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious. 

“Well which is it, nobody? or Angeal?” 

“Angeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.” 

“It just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.” 

You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack. 

He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like he’s in a far less teasing mood. 

“Whatever you have to say to him, it must be important.” 

“Hm?” You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, you’ve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently. 

“You're walking fast.” You shrug your shoulders and continue walking. 

At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you. 

“Is there a problem?”

“What? Of course not!” He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes. 

“I see now..” 

“See what?” 

“Really? Do you think you’re subtle?” Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and it’s impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.

“No?” His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you would’ve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, “You think I don’t notice the way you stare? Hm?” 

He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize he’s examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost. 

“I hear you, when you talk to Zack,” he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, “You’ve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?” 

When you don’t respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because it’s gone in seconds. He’s not satisfied by your silence.

Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, “Although, I suppose you’ve never been very talkative around me.” He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until he’s able to speak in your ear, “That’s not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure it’s audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesn’t hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing. 

“What’re you sorry for, hm?” He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“F…for ignoring you.”

“So you ignore me?” 

“No!”

“So you’re lying?” You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, “Then what are you sorry for?” 

“For not talking to you.” 

“And why don’t you talk to me, I'm sure you know it’s rude to stare and never speak to someone.”

“Because..” His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone. 

“Because why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.” 

You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, “Because I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know it’s stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-”

You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips. 

“Offend me.. that’s sweet..” He’s so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again. 

“Sephiroth..?” You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red. 

“You should’ve told me about this ‘stupid’ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?” You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly. 

Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position you’ve found yourself in.

His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw. 

When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed. 

Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, “Don’t be so shy from now on. Maybe we’ll end up here again.”

His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.

“Wait… wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?” You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly. 

“I didn’t. And I know you didn’t either.” He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.

[notsisi-13]

➳ He's not used to softness at first. You can tell by how he hesitates, the way his hand lingers a second too long before touching you, the quiet inhale like he's reminding himself it's okay to be gentle.

But once he does, it's like every bit of affection he's kept locked away starts to seep through in small, rare moments that feel sacred.

➳ When you come up behind him while he's polishing Masamune, you always rest your chin on his shoulder. He doesn't react right away, just a slow exhale through his nose, eyes closing for a moment. Then, in that calm, deep voice, he murmurs, "Careful.

You'll make me lose focus."

But the slight curl at the corner of his mouth gives him away, and he tilts his head just enough for your lips to brush his cheek.

➳ He's not much for sleeping, but on the rare nights he actually rests, he's impossible to move.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, you'll find him half-curled around you, his arm draped across your waist, hair spilling everywhere like silver silk. If you shift even slightly, he tightens his grip, muttering lowly, "Stay."

His voice rough and barely awake, but it carries that rare tenderness he never shows in daylight.

➳ He loves silence but the kind that's shared. He'll sit beside you while you read, his gloved fingers tracing absent circles on your thigh, eyes occasionally flicking to you.

He doesn't need to speak. Just the quiet sound of your breathing beside him calms something in him he can't explain.

Sometimes, when you look up from your book and catch his gaze, he'll whisper, "You look peaceful."

He says it like it's something rare, something he's afraid to break.

➳ You've learned that he finds comfort in touch more than words.

After long missions, when he returns with that blank expression and shoulders heavy with tension, you don't question him. You just help him unbuckle his armor piece by piece, your fingers brushing his skin as the cold metal falls away.

By the time you reach his gloves, he catches your wrist, not rough, just firm and quietly says, "You're too good to me." Then he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed, letting that silence speak for him.

➳ He has a subtle protective streak. If you're walking through crowded streets, he always keeps a hand resting against your back, not possessive, but instinctive, guiding.

His gaze flicks to anyone who gets too close, sharp enough that no one ever does twice.

But when you tease him about it later, he just raises a brow and murmurs, "Old habits." You know better, he just doesn't want anyone touching what he considers precious.

➳ He's terrible at asking for affection, so he'll just hover. You'll notice him standing near your chair while you work, pretending to be reading something. Eventually, you'll look up and say, "You want something?"

He'll pause, then simply sit beside you, his voice quieter now: "Just... this." And that's all he needs, just being near you, like proximity itself steadies him.

[longhairedanimeguyoftheday]

Today’s long haired anime guy of the day is:

Midora

[astrumdeuus]

I can only think of astral infection any time i see these colors

[verminiss]

Oh look who's inactive

[ajalholland]

Knight in shining armor (Sephiroth x shy reader)

WARNINGS: Language

Sephiroth stood on one of the decks of the massive cruise ship, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He had not wanted to be sent here, but Shinra thought it best for him to take a little vacation.

As he turned to retreat to the solitude of his cabin, a sudden impact collided with his chest. Sephiroth's reflexes took over and his hands reached out to steady the falling form. 

The woman blushed fiercely, stammering wildly as she stumbled over her own feet. "I am so, so sorry." She said in a panicked voice, refusing to look up. She was far too embarrassed by what just happened. Her heart was racing from the impact.

Sephiroth was mildly surprised to find himself in this situation. He looked down at her curiously, taking in her features. She was a beautiful woman, wearing a straw hat and a sun dress, with (H/l) (H/c) hair, and a lovely face. Despite her embarrassment, Sephiroth had to admit that he was intrigued.

(Y/n)'s face was still a blushing mess, as she managed to force another series of timid "I'm sorrys" out, still refusing to look up and meet his gaze.

Sephiroth chuckled softly, finding her shyness almost endearing. "It's quite alright," he said. "You need not apologize for something that was clearly an accident."

He released his grip on her and stepped back, taking a moment to regard her properly. She was a pretty little thing, and Sephiroth found himself feeling a bit amused by her reaction to him.

(Y/n) finally mustered up the courage to look up at him and when she did, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. He was incredibly handsome. She swallowed hard, her heart beating even faster than it was before. "Ah.. right," she muttered sheepishly.

Sephiroth smirked at her reaction, enjoying her obvious awe. "You're awfully shy," he observed. "Does my presence scare you?" He leaned in closer to her, his bright cyan eyes studying her intently.

(Y/n)'s face got hotter. She took a small step back, her heart racing faster and faster with every second. "A-ah, no!" She stammered. "N-not at all!" she said, lying blatantly. Her nerves got the best of her, her hands fidgeting at her sides.

Sephiroth chuckled, amused by her stuttering. He could see the effect he was having on her, and it was rather amusing."Sorry, sorry. I'm just teasing." he chuckled, trying to hide a smirk behind his hand. He cleared his throat, before continuing. "I'm Sephiroth. And you are?"

She took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure. But this man was having an overwhelming effect on her, and it was proving impossible for her to seem calm.

"(Y-(Y/n)." She said, her heart still thudding loudly in her chest. "My name is (Y/n)."

"(Y/n)," Sephiroth repeated, testing the sound of her name on his tongue. "A pretty name for a pretty woman."

He found her bashfulness to be rather charming, and he couldn't help but be slightly entertained by her reaction to him.

Her face flushed even hotter, if that was even possible, at his words, making her feel like she was on fire. "T-thank you..." she managed to mumble, completely flustered. She was having trouble even thinking straight, let alone speaking normally, with his intense gaze on her.

Sephiroth chuckled as he continued to watch her squirm. He reached out, gently lifting her chin with his finger so she looked directly at him."You know, you don't have to be so nervous around me," he said, his voice soft yet commanding. "I don't bite."

(Y/n)'s heart nearly exploded in her chest as his finger lifted her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to speak, but all she could manage was a choked "A-ah..."

Sephiroth's smirk widened at her continued nervousness. He found her adorable, and he began to wonder if this vacation wouldn't be so bad after all.

He let go of her chin, taking a step back to give her some space. "Are you free at the moment?" He asked.

(Y/n) finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief as he stepped back and gave her some space. Her heart rate slowly started to return to something resembling a normal pace. "U-um, yes." She said hesitantly, still trying to calm herself. "I don't have any plans at the moment."

Sephiroth nodded. "Good," he replied. "Walk with me. Please." He offered his arm to her, wanting her to take it.

(Y/n) hesitated for a moment, unsure if she could handle walking with him, considering how just a simple touch from him had nearly given her a heart attack. But there was something about him, something that drew her in, and with a deep breath, she slowly reached out and took his arm.

Sephiroth took her arm with a smirk, pulling her close to his side. He began to walk, his stride confident and sure. As they walked, he stole glances at her, finding her beautiful. "So tell me about yourself," He asked, curious to get to know this cute girl.

His question caught her off guard, and she struggled to collect her thoughts. "Me?" she managed to say. "I-I'm nothing special, really. Just a regular girl..."

Sephiroth chuckled at her response, finding her modesty endearing. "I doubt that," he said. "A girl as pretty as you is anything but regular." He looked down at her, a smirk on his face. "Try again."

Despite her embarrassment, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. His words, while flustering her, were also strangely comforting. She took a moment to respond, trying to find the right words.

"Well, I'm from Midgar, and I work as a nurse. Other than that, I enjoy reading books in my spare time." She said, her voice slightly more confident than before.

Sephiroth nodded as he listened to her. "A nurse, huh?" he said, his smirk lingering. "That's an admirable profession. It takes a special kind of person to care so much for others."

They continued walking, his arm still linked with hers, he found himself genuinely enjoying her company.

Suddenly (Y/n) visibly tensed, recognizing the familiar face of her ex-boyfriend John, glaring at her angrily from a distance. Panic began to rise in her chest, and she quickly pulled her hat down over her face.

Sephiroth noticed her sudden reaction. He followed her gaze and saw the man in the distance, looking at her with a glare. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Is something wrong?" he asked her, his voice low yet commanding.

"That man over there..." (Y/n) managed to whisper, keeping her voice low as to not draw his attention. "He... he's my ex-boyfriend."As she spoke, John continued to storm towards them, his face twisted in anger and jealousy.

Sephiroth's expression darkened as he observed the man approaching them. "I see..." He muttered, his hand subconsciously tightening into a fist. "Do you want me to handle him?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, torn between wanting to handle the situation herself and avoiding confrontation with John, who was now only a few feet away from them. But before she could make a decision, John's voice cut through the air like a knife.

"Is this why you ran!?" he snapped, narrowing his eyes at (Y/n). "So you could run off to your new boy toy?!"

Sephiroth bristled at the man's words, his irritation growing by the second. He detested the man just by the way he spoke to her. "Boy toy?" Sephiroth repeated, his tone icy. "You'd be wise to watch your words." He took a step forward, positioning himself in front of (Y/n) to shield her from John.

John sneered, his gaze flicking between Sephiroth and (Y/n). "What, you think you're her knight in shining armor now?" he sneered. "You don't know her like I do. She's just playing hard to get."

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, John cut her off with a harsh glare. "Be quiet," he snapped, his voice laced with anger.

(Y/n) flinched at his tone, but remained silent, her eyes downcast.

Sephiroth's eyes flashed with anger as John continued to speak to her in that way. He took another step forward, standing directly in front of him now. "You will not talk to her that way," Sephiroth said, his tone cold and biting. He could feel his anger building, the urge to punch the man growing stronger with every word he said. But he knew he needed to stay cool.

John rolled his eyes, seemingly unfazed by Sephiroth's intimidating stature. "Oh, please," he scoffed, looking at Sephiroth as if he was an annoyance. "What are you going to do about it, huh?" He tried to go around Sephiroth.

Sephiroth caught his wrist as he tried to go around, gripping it tightly. "I warned you once already," he said, his voice low and calm. "Don't go near her."

John yanked his arm back, trying to break free from Sephiroth's grip, but it was useless. He was no match for the other's strength. "You think you're so tough," he growled, his face turning red from anger. 

Sephiroth's smirk returned, his grip still tight on John's wrist. His calm demeanor was starting to slip, and his patience was wearing thin. "I don't think. I know," he said. "You'd be wise to remember that."

John's face twisted into an expression of pure anger at being talked to that way, and he struggled even harder to break free. "Let go of me, you bastard!" he growled.

(Y/n) watched the exchange with concern and worry. A part of her felt guilty for dragging Sephiroth into this, but another part of her was grateful for his protection.

Sephiroth's grip on John's wrist loosened, and as soon as he let go, John stumbled back, landing hard on his ass. John let out a pained grunt as he hit the ground, looking up at Sephiroth with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "You son of a bitch!" he sputtered, scrambling to his feet. Raising his fist, and aiming for Sephiroth, his eyes narrowing. "She's mine. The slut belongs to me!"

With a sickening crunch, Sephiroth's fist connected with John's face. John's head snapped back as he stumbled backwards.

 (Y/n)'s eyes widened as Sephiroth's fist connected with John's face. She gasped, surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

John slumped to the floor, unconscious, and (Y/n) couldn't believe what had just happened. She stared at Sephiroth with a hint of admiration in her gaze.

Sephiroth exhaled, his anger slowly fading and realization setting in. He looked down at his clenched fist, before taking a deep breath to compose himself.

He turned his gaze to (Y/n), who was staring at him wide-eyed. "I.. I'm sorry.. I don't know what came over me." he whispered.

(Y/n)'s heart was beating wildly, and she took a step forward, gently placing a hand on his arm. "You don't have to apologize," she said, her voice soft. "You... you stood up for me. Thank you."

Sephiroth felt her touch on his arm, and his gaze softened as he looked at her. He couldn't believe that he had let his emotions get the best of him like that, but he couldn't ignore the deep sense of satisfaction he felt, knowing that he had protected her.

"It was nothing," he said gruffly, trying to downplay his actions. "I just couldn't stand the way he was speaking to you."

(Y/n) smiled gently, her eyes bright with gratitude. "It wasn't nothing," she insisted quietly. "You stood up for me when no one else would, and I'm truly grateful."

A small blush formed on her cheeks as she continued speaking. "I... I've never had anyone do that for me before..."

Sephiroth's gaze softened even more, his expression becoming almost tender. Her words were tugging at something deep within him, something he didn't quite understand.

"You deserve better than him." He paused for a moment, his thoughts turning inward. "How about I take you out to dinner? To make up for punching your ex's face in.." he chuckled, his tone gentle and sheepish.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected him to ask her out, but the idea of it sent a flutter through her chest. She nodded, a smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, I'd love that," she said, barely above a whisper. She looked down shyly for a moment before adding, "Though, I hope you don't get into a fight every time we go out."

Sephiroth chuckled at her comment, his earlier anger starting to crumble away. "I make no promises." he said with a smirk. He looked at John laying on the floor, and with a grunt he dragged the unconscious John across the cruise ship's deck, before he dumped the man onto a lounge chair. He stepped back, surveying his handiwork.

Satisfied, he picked up John's sunglasses, and carefully placed the them on the man's face, to hide his closed eyes from view.

Anyone glancing over would simply assume the man was lost in a peaceful slumber, soaking up the warm sunlight.

Sephiroth allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk as he turned back to (Y/n), and took her hand, gently guiding her away from the unconscious body of her ex-boyfriend. "Come, let's go somewhere more pleasant."

"Okay..." (Y/n) allowed him to guide her, feeling her heart still racing in her chest from the events and from being so close to him.

The feeling of his hand holding hers was sending sparks of electricity through her body, and she couldn't help but steal glances at him.

She was going to marry this man someday.

(Requested by: Kimi)

[lthal-deactivated20250303]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀B&W OVERLAYS

some overlays i like

not mine, don't credit

[verminiss]

Kissmass has to be a bullshit word I've ever heard so anyway,glam on

[verminiss]

I bid to you adieu.

+Information.

[verminiss]

So called free-thinkers when the vermin worms.

+Information if you care.

[fivepointpalettes]

Let Us Drown Our Sorrows In The Sea, Along With One Another

#9b87fd | #19324f | #583a46 | #ef9a9a | #001f7c

[fivepointpalettes]

I'm A Romantic At Heart As You Know

#413259 | #9259e3 | #fe8bf6 | #ffbfdc | #ff6093

[fivepointpalettes]

Orchard Of The Sun

#b03603 | #9e220a | #ea9d03 | #f5e58d | #b34c07

[dreamingpichu]

Ignavus Carnis - the common Trimming

"Second member of the Carnis family, the Trimming is found wherever there is Crawl. They are often considered pests due to their abundance and tendency to rummage through the garbage, though some keep them as pets."

[fivepointpalettes]

I Had A Dream About This Once

#001214 | #245962 | #f8feff | #7facb3 | #cce5e9

[fivepointpalettes]

Oil In A Puddle Of Milk

#0c0a0a | #3ec4df | #fcfbf6 | #ffffc1 | #ff419d