#Floof

[orion-the-cat]

Boy sit

[jekyre]

omg this is incredible??? look at this floof!

shiny latias ✨

[thebluestockingfirefly]

She is baby.

[prismaticpichu]

Sephiroth, gazing wistfully at a photograph of him, Genesis and Angeal, knowing the golden days of their friendship are long gone, long forgotten. Days that can never be recaptured, reframed, or reimagined. Days a part of him wishes he never lived, where he wouldn’t know the blessed warmth of compassion just so could it be stripped away, just like all the others who left him in his life.

He scowls, teeth gritting, and slams the photograph back down.

He will never allow himself to love again.

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.

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Not until Zack reopens his heart, allowing him to place down a photograph of him and the younger SOLDIER together, and placing it right beside the first photo that taught him how to love to begin with <3

[smilingsheltie]

They're so FLUFFY!!!!!

Jaypaw and Leafpool are restocking their herb supplies. And yet I love the stories of these two!

[justcatposts]

Deceptive floof…

(Source)

[tilbageidanmark]

Volume up!

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Number 25 of the Close Encounters Collection, "Wimdy"!

Couldn't resist contributing to the "It Heckin Wimdy" meme!

Here's the painting without the meme text:

[catsofyore]

An angel. 🌟 Photo by Jessie Tarbox Beals, early 20th century. Source.

[rumalas]

Techno sketches

[orion-the-cat]

[paulcarnahan]

Toby wishes everyone a very floofy Thursday.

[aikarosethorns]

My last TechnoSketch poped off so hard it warmed my heart! <3

So now there you go, have a Techno being best dog dad <3

[thebluestockingfirefly]

... BIRB

[prismaticpichu]

There’s something so delicious to me about Zack & Sephiroth’s friendship starting on rocky terrain, starting with a furious snarl from Sephiroth and an even more defensive shout from Zack. Where is Angeal…?! Zack doesn’t know, but he sure as hell knows that he didn’t betray them, wounded and enraged that Sephiroth would even accuse his mentor of such a thing. I love to imagine a world where this tension between them lingers, festers, souring the air between them whenever they are together, whenever they are assigned on missions together. A world where Zack initially views Sephiroth as cold and aloof, where Sephiroth views Zack as blind, naive, and childish. One where the venom between them keeps them from bonding, building a seemingly unbreakable barrier… only for that wall to eventually chip as they realize just how they need each other, complement each other. Mend each other. I love a world where Sephiroth fills the strong, reliable, mentor-like crater in Zack’s heart, where Zack fills the lonely, loyal void in Sephiroth’s, and the toxicity that had swamped their relationship slowly begins to drain away, purity……..

Until Modeoheim comes around, and threatens to destroy their bond entirely.

Imagine a world where that venom, that hatred, it all boils back to the surface, bursting free in an explosive volley of harsh words and even a few physical blows. You MONSTER…! You left me to kill him! You shoveled your mission on me all over again! More bladed exchanges, more bitter bruises. I hate you! I FUCKING HATE YOU, SEPHIROTH! A slap, cold and raw, sending Zack crashing against the wall, crumpling to the floor. I’m not the one who killed Angeal…!

……….

And then, one night, upon delivering a report to Zack’s apartment, Sephiroth finds the young SOLDIER there, in the dark—weeping, choking, breaking. It’s the turning point in their whole friendship, that night. The night when Sephiroth slips inside, sits beside Zack, and the lost teen throws himself into his arms, needing comfort. Needling shelter in the chaos that the made his word implode. It’s the very night when the last traces of poison are truly cleansed, when the ice melts and the wall crumbles and Sephiroth embraces Zack in turn, holding him close—cherishing the only First left, the only one who understands the tumult, his pain. His world. His humanity…

He stays like that the whole night, never moving. Not until a long-awaited sleep finally claims him.

…

No friendship is perfect, blameless. There’s always blemishes and bumps that mar the journey, that attempt to rip it apart and halt its progression forever. But it’s also those blights that serve as the trial for the ones that truly stick—the ones that persevere, rebuild, and ultimately grow stronger from their battles.

And it’s this exact kind of bond, I like to imagine, that has grown too strong for even the revelations at Nibelheim to sever it <3333