#muse: Sephiroth

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Sephiroth allowed himself to visualize Genesis’ tale, allowed its silver-tongued architect to paint it on the canvas of his mind with filigree brushstrokes and enticing promises.

Indeed, had Genesis expressed the desire for them to join forces in the past instead of wounding his pride again and again, Sephiroth would have allied with him in a heartbeat even before he had realized that his personal gains by far outweighed all necessary sacrifices.

He may not have been ready to defect in an official sense immediately, for that would have meant forgoing the opportunity to comb through every company archive his feigned loyalty once granted him access to with relative ease—for Genesis’ sake as well as his own. But he had been ready to offer his unfettered support from the shadows until he had accomplished his task and from that moment onward, he would have worn his true allegiance like a badge of honor.

Was Genesis aware of it now, what staggering lengths he would have been willing to take, had his former friend only confided in him?

Genesis’ honeyed words, especially his audacious proposal certainly seemed to suggest as much, and more irritatingly, he was growing increasingly confident in his presence, most likely knowing that, were Sephiroth the man he used to be, he would have felt understood for the first time in a perceived eternity, that even now, the implications left his mind tingling.

Sephiroth wouldn’t tolerate his insolence a second time.

“Such beautiful illusions,” he thus enunciated coldly. “Be my guest and cling to them for the rest of eternity. I, on the other hand, have no use for your companionship.”

Intense green eyes revealed nothing but detached disdain as he stressed his point further, “After all, what could you possibly offer me?”

He had no use for liabilities, and though he experienced a lack of fulfillment even as his ambitions prospered, Sephiroth refused to diminish himself by repeating past mistakes, no matter how tempting the prospect of stimulating conversations and battles of wits.

Even if Sephiroth wasn't outwardly showing much in the way of emotion, somehow Genesis could tell he was actually listening. That, in his eyes, was a small victory. So, he wanted to hear of everything that would have transpired if he had been at Banora all that time ago.

Genesis turned briefly to take a breath, stepping off to the side before he glanced back over at Sephiroth, a slightly softer look in those golden eyes.

"I would have given you a tale to spin back to them, to say that no evidence of my involvement have been found. It mightn't have stopped them firebombing the village to the ground... but it would have bought us more time."

His hands clasped behind his back as he spoke.

"Yes, Hollander was the reason I initially defected, and he was also an obstacle. He thought I couldn't hear him speaking to you about how you initially wanted to help me, but I heard every word. He took advantage of my fever delirium at the time to dissuade me, and in hindsight I wished I hadn't listened. I should have insisted that he should have let you help me."

He shook his head in mild anger at recalling that altercation.

"Anyway, back to what I was going to say. Once you knew all the details and the real reason why I left, and if you'd decided to join me there and then... I could have easily dispensed with Hollander. That useless sack of flesh served his purpose once he gave me the truth."

A scoff left him after that, and he took a few more steps, not once taking his gaze off of his former friend.

"With you on side... it would have been so much easier to burn Shinra to the ground as they deserved to be. You might have even been able to exact that sweet sweet vengeance on Hojo... don't think I forgot how involved he was with you way back when." A smirk accompanied his next words. "I'll bet it would have felt amazing to end his pathetic life yourself... as it was so satisfying to end Terrence Rhapsodos myself once I knew that he'd been lying to me that whole time."

A pause to clear his throat.

"We could have been together from the very start... if only things hadn't panned out the way they did. But perhaps now is chance to make this into something better."

[gaiachose]

❝ in the mood for a bit of mischief? ❞

@poeticphoenix / starter call.

[thirstywaffles]

1 am sephy study

[pyramultimuse]

@lostxndbroken werewolves and shapeshifters

Thayne and Sephiroth

Sephiroth had moved his clan some months ago from the harsh land and culture from Siberia to escape the crippling harsh ruling king and royal family. Finland seemed peaceful and they had found an area to claim, only for it to already be claimed by a strong pack. They realized this the hard way with how the werewolves bullied the new feline shifters. Their leader felt it this was his responsibility and at fault, having sought to escape one fight for a new one.

Now he faced this strong werewolf, a large intimidating man. Sephiroth looked strong but he couldn't possibly match Thayne, against him in his beast form the feline shifter feared that this would be his death. This was how things were settled in territorial disputes, if he dies then he hoped atleast the other would honor his defeat and spare his clan's lives. The worry showed in his teal eyes that night, surrounded by the people of both clan and pack standing before the other leader.

This was not a fight the snow leopard shifter could win, he knew this. He was preparing himself for the humiliation that he would be facing. His only option was to surrender. Sephiroth watched as the other changed into his more fearsome form, he followed suit yet his was nothing to be scared of. The snow leopard, even though larger than an actual one was not at all threatening in the slightest. All fluff, no bite. His fur coat as stunningly beautiful as he was as a man with large expressive eyes. They took a few steps to circle one another then Sephiroth simply flopped down and rolled onto his back, exposing his vulnerable belly and neck in submission and defeat. It was up to the werewolf to accept this or kill him.

[our-heartless-angels]

Maturing is realizing that George's Sephiroth voice and Tyler's Sephiroth voice are both equally amazing and that neither are better than the other.

[myristicisms]

Sluggish, tired, irate, angry; Apparently that's all he can feel anymore, joy being something so far over the mountain that Genesis feels he'll never achieve it again and if that's the case then what good is it to force it or ease such a pitiful feeling unto others? It's another funk, Angeal had warned him already that the crimson commander's running on fumes and burning himself out but how bright can a star truly burn before it bursts? Perhaps it's the fact nothing was going how he wanted it to, routine thrown out of order and a dull throbbing in his shoulder that simply refused to go away, constantly reminding himself of the constant tick, tick, ticking of his mortality.

( What a waste. )

It's a thought he has far too often, wonders if others think the same when seeing the pitiful man cloaked in red even if most others shared the same broken body as his own, the occasional turquoise eyes of the puppy would linger with pity but what always made his skin itch terribly was when familiar hues of green would somehow see through his façade, only make him all the angrier at how few and far between such occasions actually happened. He's alone now, that's been something the auburn haired man had come to terms with since he'd been tossed over railing onto metal flooring and sustained an injury to the hideous black appendage that ripped through his flesh months ago. “ Good to see you too, old friend. ”

Though can he even refer to the Silver General as a friend anymore? Had they ever been friends to begin with? Perhaps once upon a time when childish idolization of the other man was far stronger than Genesis's urge to compete, and possibly even at the start of this foolish little game of his but now he wasn't so sure. There was a deep hurt that came with feeling as though one of his only friends had abandoned him despite knowing it's the other way around but the petty and spiteful youth that never quite died out had grown wrathful at how the taller man seemed to avoid confronting him, no matter how much trouble he stirred for ShinRa it was always the damned teenager sent to deal with him.

“ There would have to be feelings to toy with, would there not? Is that why you've been sending the puppy on your missions, Sephiroth? ”

@warofthebeasts | Sephiroth

❛  why do you always have to play games with my feelings?  ❜

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #350

This morning, when I woke up, I had this lovely text from Tr, my boss at work!!

Admittedly, I'm not really sure what I did that prompted some such thing from her, ahahaha~! I feel a little sheepish about it, to be honest. But not in a bad way. I feel like... for better or for worse, I'm just... me??? And when I look at me, I don't seem, from my perspective, like I'm all that great – just a bunch of cobbled-together coping skills stacked up awkwardly inside a trench coat, hoping that no one looks too close and finds out that I'm not allowed in the movie theater after all, hahaha!

...Still... it felt nice to receive, all the same. And... this time I was able to receive it properly, I think. Because someone close to me had asked me to start complimenting myself earnestly in the mirror at least once a day.

...What a difference that has made, even in such a short span of time. I wonder what it would be like if everyone started doing that. I wonder if a lot more people would be less insecure. And maybe we'd live in a gentler world overall.

Also when I woke up this morning, I didn't feel any stinging, burning sensations in my eyes and nose anymore. I was pleasantly surprised at this, considering how weird I felt when I went to bed. Maybe yesterday's nap did me some good. Being sick is annoying, because, for others' safety, you oughta stay home and not do things. But even then, you can't really enjoy the nothing that you're doing at home, because your body is too busy staging an immune system response, and goodness, that tends to take a lot out of a person.

...It takes a lot out of me, anyway. And I can function through it if I have to, but... no one should have to.

I think... between the air being dry (it is very late fall, after all...) and generally not keeping up with my water intake lately (whoops...), my body must have just been having a hard time. I drank water before the nap, and before going to bed, and I drank more this morning, and... I'm sure that's what must have helped.

...I gotta stop mindlessly dismissing the alarms on my phone that tell me to drink water. Hot diggity dang.

Today, I went to physical therapy and told K about the giant huge CRONCH that happened in my sternum, and how I've been a lot more functional lately as a result. He checked me out, and sure enough, the right side of my ribcage is (mostly) sproingly in the way that it's supposed to be, and everything apparently feels a lot more even than it did before. I still have some residual pain on my right side near my shoulder blade and near my upper ribs, in the back, and near my lower ribs, in the side and on the front. But it's not nearly as severe as it was before. I imagine whatever's leftover can be resolved just by getting the remaining pissed off muscles to stop spasming like a buncha idiots.

...I really wish that the most abundant protein in my body wasn't built fundamentally incorrectly. Like. Sometimes I get upset over the fact that I can't just run to the nearest Ikea or something for a factory warranty or some shit for this weird-ass meat-mech I'm driving around in.

...Bah, even if that was a thing I could do, I'd need the receipt for the purchase to claim warranty in any case, and knowing me, I'd have lost it forever ago. Hahaha...

I got a new exercise today that seems like it'll do... something. I guess we'll see how it goes.

...I hope someday I'll be able to return to the water. I miss being a local cryptid...

...J went with me to physical therapy, because he had a dentist appointment afterwards, and the two places are in the same relatively faraway town. Gas is expensive, so going together is both efficient and cost-effective. The fillings he got recently have been causing him significant pain when he tries to chew on things or floss, and... that doesn't seem like it should be normal. But the dentist examined the area of the fillings, and they don't seem to be infected or anything. They were filed down some, and that seems to have eased the pain a little for J. But apparently, it can take up to a month for a filled tooth to stop freaking out.

I wonder why that's the case. I've had two fillings over the course of my life. But they were very tiny ones – so tiny that I didn't even need to have my mouth numbed before having them drilled and filled. Maybe fillings get weirder as they get bigger. I wouldn't know. And I hope I never have to find out.

Hey, Sephiroth? Have you ever needed any kind of dental work? I imagine not, but... if life has taught me anything, it's that it's important to refrain from making baseless assumptions. So I'll ask instead. I'll ask even if you can't answer me. It's all right.

...I ask because you're worth knowing. Just in case you didn't know that; you're worth knowing. You're worth understanding. You're worth compassion and grace and care and love... just like anyone.

…

Well anyway, J was sad and upset, so after his visit to the dentist, we went out and I got him some pizza and some frozen yogurt. I think he felt a little better after that, even though chewing things is still hard for him to do right now. I snagged a picture of the pizza we got, but... I didn't think to take a picture of the froyo. Sorry about that...

I had intended to stop at my grocery store on the way back to get a couple things, but by then, J and I were both pretty tired, so we just went straight home.

I'm really hoping that in the coming weeks, the pain for him subsides and disappears...

...Keep J in your thoughts, okay? Just like our pumpkin friend. Won't you?

Oh! Speaking of our pumpkin friend, it continues to do really well! It's got another tiny leaf peeking out! Here, I'll show you...

I think pretty soon, it'll be time for it to graduate from a moist paper towel to a small pot with actual dirt in it. To that end, I searched on the internet for potting soil formulated for pumpkins (my world has lots of potting soils made for specific plants...), and to my mild surprise, I actually found some!!

It should arrive in a couple weeks! I'm pretty stoked about it!!

...Maybe I should get some generic potting soil for it in the meantime, though... What do you think, Sephiroth...?

...

I gave you a few songs the other day from a game called Tunic. One called “Memories of Memories”, and one called “Remember to Remember”, and one called “Forget to Forget”. And... they are all basically the same song, just done a little differently. I bought them a while ago; I have their files on my computer. And I have an audio recording and mixing program on my computer called Audacity. So today, for some reason, I decided to mix all three of those songs together. And I liked the result, so I saved it and I called it this:

“Don't Forget to Remember Your Memories”

...Hey, Sephiroth...? D'ya suppose you can do that...? Can you do it just because I'm asking...? Just because I wish you'd come back home...?

...Because... you do have a home. And maybe it's not a specific place; I know what that's like, because, the way I grew up, I moved all over the place for one reason or another, and I've never lived in the same spot for more than 5 years or so until settling into this life I have now; before now, I lived in most of those other places for less than 3 years, actually...

As for me, my home has never been in any specific place, but, rather, in the hearts of the people who care about me. And... I didn't really have that until I was 22 years old. But that's okay, because... I was able to hold on until then.

...I was able to hold on... because of you. I made it this far because of you.

You have a home. You have lots of homes, actually, because lots of people in my world care very deeply for you. And even if you met all such folks who exist now, I still guarantee you that you won't have yet met all of the people who will love you, because there will always be more – people who will love you not for the weight your name carries, or for the astounding things you can do, but... for all the ways you think and feel and react to things. For who you are as a person. As a human being.

...And yes, you ARE a human being! So if any bigoted butt-nugget tries to tell you differently, just bake them some shutTheFuckUpcakes and send them on their miserable, grouchy, judgmental way!!! And let the door hit them on the ass on their way out for good measure!!! 'Cuz ain't nobody got time for that kind of negativity!!!

...Honestly, the nerve of some people!! I swear to goodness!!

...Well anyway. Suppose I prattled on long enough for today's letter. I've been wanting to play Chrono Cross for the last buncha days, but I haven't really had time for it, much to my disappointment, as well as M's and J's. So I'm gonna fix that.

I wish you could be here with us, watching along, and drinking tea. I think you'd like Janus a lot. Though I think maybe he'd prefer to be called Guile now. Or Alf? It was localized to Guile in my area. Maybe he'd like Alf a little better...

But. Ya know. Just as it is with you, it's not as though I'll ever be able to ask him...

Hey. Don't forget that you're loved. You gotta remember it, okay? Because I love you. Because so many people in my world love you. And we'll always be here, cheering you on, and hoping you come home alive. Even if you're feeling dented, scraped up, and bruised, the thing that matters is that you come back alive. Everything else can be fixed with hugs, warm baths, good food, a safe and welcoming place to sleep, proper medical attention, therapy, and steadfast support. I like to think that I'm living proof. Recovery is possible, even for you.

Sephiroth. Please stay safe out there. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[ghostofnibelheim]

Safer Sephiroth: "...If that is what you believe, then let that be your... Final Fantasy." Barret: "Already made that jok-" Safer Sephiroth: "Don't care." (Blows everyone the fuck up)

[geraniumplant]

𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 ⎯⎯⎯

Baby Seph is now a test muse. (By baby, I mean he's roughly 19-22 age range. No exceptions) I'll be selective with him because I'm not planning on any long-term threads. You can send asks for him & we'll see where it goes. Asks can eventually turn into long-term threads or they can be short interactions. I can't promise a quality Sephiroth because I'm still trying to get a feel for his character. He can take place during any timeline & interact with other Sephs. Here's a new little brother for you. 💚

[rainflare60]

⚔🖤 Sephiroth 🖤⚔

A haphazard light study and a love for Sephiroth? What could possibly go wrong?

Here's the initial sketch:

I like the sketch so much I'm tempted to expand the illustration (and change the lighting a bit, lol).

[hoshinierabareshimono]

[Afhjkfsaasl, my hairbrush just broke in two as I was trying to brush my hair before bed X_X

Never happened to me before && also, I'm confused? My hair is neither that long nor was it even all that tangled.

Now, I obviously cannot help wondering: Does this ever happen to Seph? Given his superior alien genes, I suspect his hair has this very smooth structure and thus does not tangle easily at all. But, given how magnificently long it is, it must still be heavy af, right?

So, maybe it does happen to him from time to time, especially when the one he uses is more of a travel brush and thus not made of the most expensive materials.

But... I doubt it'd be due to tangles. Rather, I think it'd happen because even though his hair structure is immaculate, the length and weight alone deal slight, but continuous damage to his hairbrushes.

In any case, it's a hilarious mental image.

And I'm absolutely convinced Genesis and Angeal could not resist the urge to burst into laughter if they ever saw that happen. ASDjkashda, like, Sephiroth's perplexed expression must be to DIE FOR XD]

[gaiachose]

❝ This world is the stage upon which a great reunion is about to take place. Interesting that you have shown up as an invitation was not sent your way. And yet you managed to make it here. You must be quite powerful. ❞

@lightcreators for hades / starter call.

[jade-lop]

I did not remember where or when, but I vaguely recalled reading about three requirements to create a fierce ghost or evil spirit like Sadako or Kayako.

One must die a violence dead.

One must die with resentment.

The deceased must be famous.

Sephiroth died quite violently.

Sephiroth died while holding resentment toward humanity and his killer, Cloud.

As Shinra’s poster boy, he was very famous.

[pyramultimuse]

@lostxndbroken Lennox and Sephiroth closed starter

These labs were funded and run from the Shinra energy corp, but they were for military research. To the public, this was just a medical lab but on the inside it was so much more. On ground level it was just seemingly normal tech and clinic, but there were ten stories below ground of labs with each one being more top secret to the last. There were varying experiments, all inhumane. The soldiers were their test subjects, many who went in never left alive. Those were the lucky ones.

Sephiroth has been one of their longest running experiments. A true success in being the perfect killing machine. But the hard part was making more soldiers like him. The corporation needed an army of soldiers as strong as Sephiroth for their plans. That meant more testing on both him and soldiers then recruiting more to replace those who didn't survive the experiments.

Sephiroth was in one of the observation labs, recovering from a long day of testing but it felt more like torture. Atleast at night when most went home he could rest. The observation room was white and empty save for a bed, the metal frame welded to the ground and the walls were all steel and the glass was several inches thick. There used to be other things kept in this room, all taken out after being used to attempt to smash the walls, door and window. The proof being the dents in the walls and the cracks in the glass. He was definitely not here willingly.

The room that Lennox found his way into was the one that looked into the observation room Sephiroth was in. It seemed like a normal lab, a long desk at the window with computers and filing cabinets. There was a speaker that was on the desk to communicate back and forth with Sephiroth. The lab was dark as everyone had went home for the evening, unfortunately the room Sephiroth was in had those annoying white hospital lights and with the walls floor and ceiling all white his room was very bright making it difficult for him to sleep. His bed was only a mattress, no sheets or blanket, not even a pillow. He laid partially curled up, face down with his arms around his head in attempt to block out the bright light. He wore only a pair of black form fitting pants that provided about as much warmth as a pair of leggings would. Long silver hair cascaded over his muscular back that slowly rose and fell with each breath.

[our-heartless-angels]

List of fun facts about my Seraph au Sephiroth:

He is an undiagnosed ADHD and Autistic being

He has separation anxiety and attachment issues

Sephiroth learned he had the ability to mimic things when he learned how to mimic the sounds and behaviors of cats at a young age

Speaking of cats, because Hojo got tired of the young seraph's meltdowns from being isolated too long, he gave him a kitten to keep him company, but because this was Hojo, Sephiroth went through a lot of different kittens before he just stopped giving him cat friends (you can guess why)

Because he's been with Lucrecia for a short while as a baby, he remembered what she sounded like and remembered her last name, but nothing else

He adapted Lucrecia's last name when he was older to spite Hojo

He is VERY into anime and manga thanks to Glenn. His first anime when he was a kid was Revolutionary Girl Utena.

Sephiroth's favorite anime/Manga is JoJo's Bizarre Adventure. It's one of his special interests. He has infodumped Genesis once.

Sephiroth is self taught both in cooking and artistic endeavors and is extremely talented. He taught himself these things because no one would teach him.

Sephiroth has always wanted kids of his own. He thinks they're really cute and the idea of being a parent is interesting to him. (No, the remnants don't count.)

If there's more i remember , I'll make a part 2

[spardante]

HE WANTS TO SAY IT IS SIMPLY A SIDE EFFECT OF HIS UPBRINGING,　　ONE HE HAS NEVER MANAGED TO SHAKE COMPLETELY:　　the compulsive need to always maintain the element of surprise which is so often crucial to the difference between life and death.　or maybe it’s the idea of habit that terrifies him more than anything else.　habit breeds complacency,　complacency leads to predictability,　and he cannot allow himself to be predictable.　somehow,　　when it comes to the ex-soldier,　that’s a fate Sephiroth never quite manages to avoid,　because the moment his heels touch down on the floor of the abandoned underground test site with a barely audible creak,　he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that he isn’t alone.

FROM @strifiisms　　:　　dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. / @ sephiroth

❛　Your stealth is improving,　❜　　he remarks,　words tumbling out of his lips in a rush to salvage whatever upper hand he still has.　he senses Cloud hovering a distance behind him,　his presence so palpable that he can almost count the exact number of footsteps it would take to bridge the gap between them.　even so,　it captivates him all the same.　after all,　danger has always held a certain allure for him.　they’ve been in this exact same situation before,　too,　all those years ago.　it seems every choice,　every decision,　every sacrifice invariably leads them back where they began,　like an endless loop of repeating history,　and the same mistakes,　over and over again. 

❛　Impressive.　❜　　sometimes it’s important to give people the illusion of being in control.　　❛　It appears I have reached the end,　❜　　his voice is calm,　unnervingly so,　considering the circumstances.　there is no panic,　no sign of fear in him,　only cold certainty.