#;Angeal

[phantasiiae]

@sephaeroth

“Sooo question, but do you ever have any weird dreams?” It's a recent development that Angeal's discovered, dreaming about horrific monsters and skulls with fangs creeping in the darkness. If it's not that, it's his parents, but they seem…off somehow. Too nice, too eager to please him, just off. He can't really put his finger on why, but it never seems right, and he wakes up feeling like something is crawling under his skin.

He doesn't really expect Sephiroth to be honest with him. Why would he be? But Angeal is trying to see if they can find common ground on something. Something is better than nothing. It's all baby steps, right? Sephiroth might not come around now, but he has to eventually. Probably. Hopefully.

“What I mean is that…I dunno, my nightmares have been way more intense. I used to not have any, but now it's kinda frequent. It's usually the same thing. It's like..this weird creature that's got a skull for a face and fangs. I can't really describe it other than that. Maybe it's just me.” He shrugs, stretching his arms above his head. “What about you?”

[korychka]

first class💘

[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[lightningstrikes-art]

[deathberi]

young sephiroth and young angeal!

[st4rcz4r]

Some band au design doodles because my brain won’t shut up about them rn,,,

Plus some “not in the bands but are still in the au because I said so.” designs as well

[pink-nubes]

Commission for @altocat

Thank you so much! : D

[citrusici]

so I have two new favorites thanks to Ever Crisis

[featherfangart]

Bonsai lessons

He's bored out of his mind...

[sinnashuart]

"You remember how we met?"

[phantasiiae]

❛ I don’t know any places I can hide from the voices that are tearing me apart from the inside. ❜ // @ whoever says hi first lol

Darkness still haunts your narrative || Accepting

Seeing Genesis like this is hard.

It's harder than Angeal cares to admit. As he sits there with him, arm wrapped around his shoulder, holding him close to try and give him some type of comfort, he has to wonder what brought them to this point. A myriad of things, really. One thing after another after another, a dismal domino effect. He can't, in good conscious, leave Genesis alone like this. They'd been through more things together than most people. Who would he be if he left him alone now?

“..How can I help?” is what he finally says as he glances over at him, fingers gently stroking through his hair. It's always been like this: taking care of others and not himself. It's fine. Really, it is, even if he's starting to feel the affects of his own degradation. He'd rather focus on Genesis to take his mind off of it. He's always taken care of him. That wouldn't change now.

He holds him closer, tighter, as if that could possibly do anything, as if that could keep him from slipping through his fingers. “I'm here for you in whatever way you need, Genesis. You know that. Just tell me.”

[wowa-bublord]

they are so healthy

[naiveff7]

I noticed that Angeal blocks Seph's face with the shovel when Seph is to the right. After my guild commented it looked 3-stooge like, I couldn't not draw a comic of it. Now we just need the third stooge to complete the party.

[holly-fixation]

Sephiroth has never experienced the weird questions teenage boys ask each other

[izelleon]

miniroth and Banora Yapper #1

[ovegakart]

NONE OF THESE MFS CAN DRIVE