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"Shut Up" Kiss Meme | Open

@hoshinierabareshimono asked: [From hoshinierabareshimono's Genesis, for Sephiroth - 'cause Genesis being speechless for once, and for the right reasons at that, is too precious:] [SILENT] The receiver's kiss renders the sender momentarily speechless.

There had been too much talking, on both ends generally, but moreover from the red head, and it seemed to be getting them nowhere. Every other word seemed at the risk of pushing them in the wrong direction, and this was simply one moment Sephiroth could not allow to slip and shatter on the ground, like so many others.

For once, he would take this preciousness in hand, cradle it gently like the treasure it is, and protect it with all he had. Or so, he hoped. That is what led his hands to cup Genesis' face, firmly and then so tenderly, and what led nervous, inexperienced, yet sure lips to meet the others. He could risk his lips moving as much as he desired, not when he could not be sure what their press would bring. But he had to see. He had to try. And to feel Genesis' lips, finally, after silent and tormented days, months, years on end...?

It was breath taking and more than he could have imagined.

So when he had parted them once more, still standing close, but lips removed, and hands slowly falling away, save for brushing stray hairs from Genesis' eyes, he began to get....worried. Genesis was uncharacteristically quiet, and he wasn't sure yet if that was for better or worse.

"...Curse me to the depths, if that was wrong, and I will take it. I just...didn't know what other way...to make you understand...Genesis."

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sixvisxpacem asked: From @hoshinierabareshimono:  Kabedon, Genesis for Sephiroth :P

Sephiroth stared at the other, amusement shining in his eyes, but his expression remained quite neutral. He waited until the other was right on him, before that smirk inevitably came upon his lips, and a light chuckle left him. "Well, evening, Genesis... How may I help you?" That head tilting to one side, silver hair draping over the other's arm, and lashes batting almost teasingly. He was definitely curious as to what the other was thinking, and a bout of excitement was building up.

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 -- @hoshinierabareshimono

Royal AU featuring Sephiroth/Genesis, Tseng/Aerith. Rufus is there, too. Adopted Cetra siblings, yay!

☄ Sephiroth felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity as he navigated the market alone. For most of his life, Lord Shinra had imposed strict rules on the young Nobility under his care, forbidding them from venturing beyond the opulent mansion grounds without an escort. This included not only Sephiroth but also the two Cetra siblings & Shinra's only blood heir, Rufus. The atmosphere of the market felt different tonight, almost alluring, with the air cool and crisp beneath the starry sky.

Sephiroth had managed to escape the watchful eyes of his guard, wrapping himself in a modest cloak that obscured his platinum hair and distinctive green eyes-- physical trait that tied him to the Cetra. The market, dimly lit by an array of colorful lanterns, buzzed softly with the sounds of vendors calling out to customers. Without the throngs of people that typically crowded around him in the summer, Sephiroth felt a sense of freedom as he wandered between the stalls.

As he strolled, he overheard whispers about another noble family arriving that evening to visit the Shinras. He guessed that most of the villagers had flocked to the mansion, eager for a glimpse of Lady Aerith's fiancé, a stranger who had yet to make an impression on Seph. He found himself wrestling with conflicting emotions, particularly about his adopted sibling being married off to someone he didn’t know. Despite having voiced his concerns to Lord Shinra, the elder noble had brushed him off, showing no signs that he even considered Sephiroth's feelings. Still, he remained determined to support Aerith in any way he could.

Stopping at a stall overflowing with richly colored fabrics, Sephiroth's eye was drawn to a lace pink ribbon that seemed to shimmer softly amidst the silk blues and grays. “How much?” he asked the stall owner, his curiosity piqued. The salesman shot a disdainful glance at Sephiroth’s simple cloak, his lips curling into a sneer. “More than you can afford,” he replied dismissively.

Seph clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to express his irritation. “How much?” he pressed again, determined to hear a number, frustrated yet undeterred.

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There is hesitation as Angeal stands outside the door of the church, his arms crossed as he ponders exactly what he wants to say. There's only one way to end this on his part, and that's with his death. He just…wants to make sure that Zack won't be alone afterwards. Sure, there's Sephiroth, but Angeal's known him long enough to know that he won't be good company in his grief. Zack needs someone who will support him, who will let him grieve in his own way. He doesn't know much about Aerith, but from what he can tell she at least cares about him.

Sighing, he pushes the door open, stepping inside and looking around. It's quiet. Peaceful. Why is he not surprised that Zack would fall for someone who could foster this kind of environment? His eyes eventually fall on her not too far away, kneeling down next to a patch of flowers that have somehow seemed to grow despite all the odds.

“Aerith,” he calls out, stepping closer. “I need to speak to you. About Zack.” He doesn't introduce himself, but maybe he thinks it's obvious. “Could you spare some time?”

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He was good at spotting new people- and it was clear just who had stepped into the Honeybee judging by the soft whispers. There were very few benefits to being so entangled into the webs that were in Wall Market, and that meant he had first dibs on anyone that could being in the money- especially a SOLDIER coming in for the first time.

"Of course- I think many of us here would remember being around you." He hummed back, giving a wide, and very practiced smile. "My name is Shivan." The brunette introduced, putting a hand on his chest and leaning forward a little.

There was a slight benefit to not wearing the bee costume and being able to slide between the two, as he noticed a few other girls copy a similar movement, but pushing it a bit further to have the stinger pop out more. It might have been warmer in the suit pants, but it was still far more comfortable to wear. And, it helped to cover things.

"Did you come for the show? If I could be bold enough, I could escort you to a seat." Shivan offered, tilting his head a little. Part of him hoped that it was a yes- if anyone else came by, he could easily ignore them and not have to worry about word getting around. "Or did you come looking for anyone specific tonight?"

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When people thought about the Tseng of the Turks, they often compared him to ice. One who was hard to approach and didn't speak to many outside of the office, and only spoke to those he needed to inside of it. It was funny to quite a few, seeing that Genesis would be going on a mission with the man to do some clean up of monsters that had been reported in Costa del Sol, a few had the guts to make light jokes about how boring it was going to be for him despite the location.

Tseng wasn't one to linger in his job either. He was waiting right on time, keeping to their scheduled arrival time and making sure everything was just as it was supposed to be in the hotel room Shinra had given them, with only polite small talk with Genesis outside of that. Once they had rested and located their target, it was a clean cut job.

The crack of Tseng's whip was loud enough to echo in the air, the leather wrapping around the creature and dragging it off balance. Tseng held tight until Genesis had finished it off before tugging it free, gun put away as he started to coil it back up. Amber eyes, however, moved away from the defeated target to Genesis instead.

"There's a bakery, on the way back." He said suddenly, walking over to the red head. It was less of a statement, and more of a question. Tseng was dressed fully in his suit, and he could feel the effects of the heat on him even standing still. Genesis had to be feeling very much the same, he reasoned. "They had cold drinks for sale as well."

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[From Sephiroth @hoshinierabareshimono:] "You're not righteous. You're a hypocrite."

“I’m not a fucking hypocrite – that wasn’t me on that TV transmission. That was a fucking fraud! I would never say anything like that. I would never want an open war.”, Glenn burst out, clearly more than just a little upset about whatever had been shown to the world there. Some lunatic looking like him. However that had worked. Calling for war…

But he wasn’t the only one, who seemingly didn’t fit into this world anymore.

There was so little left of that boy Glenn had met many years ago on that forsaken island.

Much like Rhadore, the Sephiroth from back then seemingly had vanished into nothingness. Sunken deeply into the depths and darkness.

All that remained was this man, who wore the face of a once-lauded hero. And now seemed to wish for nothing more but the world to burn. Watching the silverhaired from where Glenn sat, his blue eyes narrowed.

“What the hell happened to you?”, he snapped. It was unlike Glenn to sound this brash and irritated. But the world was upside down. Ever since fucking Rufus had shot him in the back, it all had spiralled. Glenn knew he was weak right now, still healing from that. But he also had witnessed what happened in these past months.

“They said you had died way back in Nibelheim...”

A message that had saddened Glenn back then. Despite being the leader of the SRC and Sephiroth the picture-perfect SOLDIER, he had still cherished and respected the ‘kid’. Now though? With how Sephiroth acted and talked...

"The old professor didn't fuck you up entirely... please don't tell me that is what happened..."

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(From hoshinierabareshimono's Aerith:) smash (but she's FAR from ready to admit it lmao)

My Sephiroth and Genesis are somewhere on the ace spectrum each (a blend betweeen gray-ace and sapio, I'd say), SO. In their eyes, Rufus is pleasant to look at, but they'd have to know a great deal more about him to gauge whether they could become attracted to him in a more personal sense, haha!

Send in 'SMASH' if your muse would sleep with mine if they could or send 'PASS' if not

"I'm hot, and all three of you are in denial. What else is there to know?"

[hiislegacy]

For once, all the voices in his mind quieted, and even Jenova lay in wait. This was the sense he had been wanting, the logical thinking that all life was theirs for the taking. To mold and twist in whatever ways they think would benefit. Now, he was given this chance to actually see it through, and he stared at Genesis a little while longer, contemplating all of his options.

"Genesis... Purge me of her." Icy cold eyes locked on, and that wavering uncertainty turned into deadly determination. He knew where his goal needed to be, and this pest in his mind was completely unnecessary. "She will hold us back from this, I know it. Jenova is a poison, and will interfere in our work that this world will need."

His dark, magnificent wing flapped once with his anger, annoyance biting in his expression from just feeling her reeling at his betrayal. He had to not care. This moment of sheer clarity was given to him, and he was viciously taking the opportunity to rectify his mistake. After all, look where she had him end up? Frozen among an icy grave, never to be seen until his savior showed up to do what she couldn't.

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What had been exhilaration and burgeoning hope abruptly morphed into ice-cold dread.

They had been in an eerily similar situation before, that ill-fated day that had culminated in Sephiroth telling him to rot.

After all, what he recognized in Sephiroth’s features were those same traces of vulnerability he had displayed right before Sephiroth had closed himself off to him and voiced his final decision.

To this day, Genesis still wondered if Sephiroth would have aided him, had he violated his every principle and bared him mind and soul to him in his most wretched state.

Would Sephiroth have pitied him? The notion was as deplorable as reality had been.

At Sephiroth’s rejection, Genesis flinched as though in response to a vicious slap across his face. And yet, it was but a minute reaction, and in the blink of an eye, his weakness lay banished once more behind a refined mask of invulnerability.

Perhaps, he should have known better than to hope for anything but a repetition of that disgraceful day.

Sephiroth’s hold on him gave him a pause, the contradictions it held prompting Genesis to make final effort at persuading him to change his mind.

“Because you don’t believe me?” he inquired pensively. “Because my offers sounds too good, too convenient to be anything but an attempt at deceiving you? Allow me to remind you, then, that the planet has never been governed by the morals we were once raised on, by the reductive notion of good and evil, further distorted through the lens of human self-importance. If her survival and vitality were not the driving force behind her every action, then why did she allow the Cetra’s extinction rather than sacrificing a part of herself to defend them? Why have her Weapons targeted not merely Jenova, but also humans as of recent? Times have changed, dear Sephiroth. And the planet’s greatest assets always were her resilience, her ruthlessness in adapting. All so that she may emerge healthier and stronger. And are we not the same? You, me. Jenova. Would we not all benefit the most from a symbiotic coexistence?”

He paused, placing his hand atop Sephiroth’s. “Think about it, take as much time as you require. But make a decision you can stand behind with the utmost conviction.”

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Closed Starter | Sephiroth and Genesis | @hoshinierabareshimono

Today had been another restless day. The past few months back at headquarters, back in the milling around in the halls, in the cafeteria, in the labs occasionally yet far too often, and expected for simple interviews, had been a strange experience. It wasn't bad or wrong, it wasn't good or a relief, certainly not with the whirlwind of things he'd been experiencing between war and defections and so on for the last year or so but...

But he was still disconnected, he was...well, not lost, but aimless beyond simply following expectations. He needed something not expected. He needed to flex his own thoughts and instincts, and this was exactly what he found himself needed off and on for the past month...which meant sneaking beyond security, keeping beyond the watchful eyes of those in charge of SOLDIER members as well as the very man technically in charge of HIM/his health, and doing his own thing.

He was currently committing to such by opening up one of the panels and working through the different programmed scenarios, looking for something new yet unconventional. He wasn't looking for extensive or intense training, or true training either. He just needed to be active, work his mind on pointless things, of his own choice.

His own choice...

He was just getting the simulation started up, he only need enter the room...that's when he heard it. The thud and clack, faint as it was, was an unmistakable footstep. He shut down the simulation immediately, and moved to the nearest wall, ducking to hide and wait around the corner, his movement soundless as he had certainly learned it.

He waited with bated breath, instincts high, deciding to keep where he was, mostly shadowed by the corner he was in, and ready to make a run for it depending on the rank of employee he was to face. He was NOT going to get caught.

But then, finally, what he was met with....was a red head, near his height, and moving carefully in SOLDIER 2nd uniform. He was...sneaking...clearly. And his attention was on high alert. Sephiroth would be noticed eventually, but he was feeling something strange bubble in his chest as this young soldier was making careful steps...to the simulator. Finally, the feeling bubbled over.

Amusement.

And he chuckled under his breath, containing it as the other wiped around to face him, and he spoke up finally. "...You...might want to work on your stealth, Second..."

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[Continued from Here]

"... You know what does... or rather who..." Cloud couldn't even really move much on his own, pulse frantically beating, and he hated how little control he had over himself. It was cruel to give him lucidity, right now, knowing that the monster that terrified him was near. Merely out of sight, for the moment, and he could feel him. Always.

Those doe-y eyes locked with the other's, pleading with such an expression. "He's going to destroy everything... Why do you help him?" He had no way of knowing how this one would react, and felt awful for asking, but he was desperate to understand why another was with the likes of Sephiroth. It was strange, because he felt like he recognized this person. He heard Sephiroth say his name a few times, already, but still such a mystery to him.

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[For Sephiroth, from @hoshinierabareshimono:]

Genesis studied him intently, taking in his posture that was just a touch too rigid, the tension in his jaw. Eyes boring into Sephiroth's, he proceeded to stride towards him with the lethal grace of a predator.

"You need to blow off steam? Then bring it on!" he challenged him with a razor-sharp smirk.

Whether it was a good spar that Sephiroth needed in that moment or a different sort of stress relief, Genesis was ready to meet the scorching fire in his veins with his own.

☄ - Sephiroth was in a mood, a storm only his closest friends could hope to calm, because who else could keep up? He stood shirtless after his intense workout, sculpted body glistening with sweat as he breathed, each inhale deep & measured. Circling around Genesis with a predatory grace, his piercing green eyes held a spark of conflicting emotions... frustration, anger, & a underlying sense of self-control battling within him.

Without a moment's notice, Seph lunged. Masamune sliced through the air at his side. He aimed for the crimson bladed rapier, because even in this heated moment, he felt a heavy restraint holding him back.

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From @hoshinierabareshimono 'cause I just have to know :P

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Random pairing time || Accepting

i did this with only my primary muses and im only gonna list what i think would actually make sense and arent already common ships like sefi.kura and zack/aerith and seph.gen

so weve got

cloud/genesis

aerith/genesis

zack/genesis

aerith/sephiroth

and it also gave me some selfcest action like aerith^2 and gen^2 HHKDSJGSFG

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@hoshinierabareshimono cont from here

Shivan grimaced as Sephiroth continued despite his whining. But he understood where he was coming from. Especially working the slums- an infection could be deadly and it wasn't something worth the risk. A little pain now, and none of the problems later. Still- he was getting used to his charms working on most people. The great Sephiroth, apparently, wasn't one of them.

"You explain the risk on infection to all the boys, or am I just special?" He winced slightly, the teasing question missing it's mark as his smile disappeared. Shivan made sure not to look at Sephiroth worked- blood made him faint, and getting patched up was more than enough. Being carried or dragged somewhere wasn't on his list of things to do today.

Then again, neither was ending up here in the first place. He sighed heavily as Sephiroth asked, head starting to shake already to brush it off. But when he met Sephiroth's eyes he paused, seeming to actually consider answering the question. Normal infantry he could distract and play off, but something about Sephiroth and the way he carried himself, that wasn't going to work for him here.

"... Just a deal gone wrong." He admitted, glancing at his injury. Now that it was cleaned up, he could handle it without the fear of getting woozy- or worse. "I offered a service, they got exactly what they paid for. Sometimes, people don't agree with it." He wasn't about to admit that he was selling secrets to a Shinra worker- even if Sephiroth was only a solider, it could reach the ears of people he didn't want turning his way. "It's the price I pay, working with anyone that frequents Wall Market. You don't need to worry about me, I've been through far worse."

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From the mun behind @hoshinierabareshimono, won't do it on anon sorrynotsorry lol: We haven't been mutuals for long nor have we started writing yet, but I'm definitely enjoying what I see on your blog already both when it comes to your portrayal and writing style~~ The assortment of verses you've created for Angeal is quite intriguing too!!

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