#muse: Sephiroth

[hoshinierabareshimono]

The Quotidian and Mundane

The cafe machine in his office broke and he had little interest in mingling with the starry-eyed Seconds and Thirds presently crowding in front of the one on the SOLDIER floor.

The cafeteria on floor 63 with its large tables, however bustling, struck him as preferable, but only just.

Glaring daggers at anyone foolish enough to step a mere inch too close to his table, Sephiroth unhappily sipped at his hazelnut cinnamon latte.

@soulsfractured

Maybe it's because people don't like sitting with him because he gives similar looks. Maybe it's because he's reading a book and doesn't notice the deadly glare that's aimed at anyone that gets close. Either way, Tseng sits down, one leg crossing over the other as he raided his cup and taking a sip of his coffee. "Our office ran out of sugar." The turk said into the silence, voice a low hum. "I assume you have a similar problem?" Tseng didn't even look over as he down his cup and turned the page.

Sephiroth responded with but an affirmative grunt and continued to drink his own coffee, having decided not to engage in juvenile protests.

He could tolerate that particular Turk’s company so long as he refrained from crossing further boundaries. On the field, Tseng was fast, competent, and discreet; the professionalism he’d display on the occasional instance that their paths crossed on assignments had earned him a modicum of Sephiroth’s consideration and respect.

[gaiachose]

❝ in the mood for a bit of mischief? ❞

@poeticphoenix / starter call.

[thirstywaffles]

1 am sephy study

[hoshinierabareshimono]

[And yet, that moment hurts.... it'll always hurt T_T Ooof T_T]

Chibi Reactor Divorce (Very Sad)

[our-heartless-angels]

giggles and kicks my feet

i love him

[yingxtkm]

Did I ever post the WIP of this art meme sketch before? If I did then uh oops too bad you have to see it again LOL I never did finish it and I drew this way back in October but I’m pretty proud of the sketch even tho cleaning this shit is gonna be absolute hell 😭

[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.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #449

Today, I was expecting to see K when I went to physical therapy, because I was told last week that he'd be returning last Friday. I was... dreading seeing him, actually. Dreading it because... well. He's been gone for a while. I've been worried about him for a while. And I know myself well enough to understand that I'll probably end up feeling enough grief, relief, and joy all at once from seeing him again to get all weepy; something about, “a bad thing happened to him, and I was scared for him, but now he's back, and he seems to be okay, that's a relief”, and the contrast inherent to that.

...I... don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that, because I know from past experience that some such reaction will be seen as abnormal and inappropriate, and I'm afraid of being misunderstood. I'm afraid of having strange or manipulative or disingenuous reasons assigned to the way I think and feel things. I know from my lived experiences and from watching others react to me that most of the time, when someone sees that another person cares about them a lot, their first reaction is suspicion, akin to, “no one cares about someone to this extent unless they want something or they're plotting something, so I'm gonna stay far the fuck away from this person because they're weird and disconcerting.”

...And like... I don't operate that way; I care without wanting things. But lots of people have been burned in the past by others whose “kindness” was motivated by some kind of weird agenda, and they have no way of knowing that I'm safe, because they don't know me. So... ya know. The fact that I am the way I am with people without any expectations in return (other than to be treated with basic decency, but... that should be a given anyway...), I think, is part of the reason lots of folks find me vaguely unsettling.

I think on the dandelion-haired man, when he gave me $300 out of the blue. I remember being vaguely unsettled by that, likely for the same reasons others get unsettled when I suddenly drop one of my handwoven gem trees into their hands. Just like I don't know whether the dandelion-haired man expected anything in return, I understand that others don't know that I don't expect anything in return.

If I accidentally get weepy in response to K's return, it will show him that I have a level of care for his well-being that he's likely not expecting and will likely perceive as either inappropriate or dishonest, or worse, he might mistakenly think that he needs to do something to make me feel better, and... I don't want him to feel uncomfortable. Which means I'll probably have to do my best to suppress the weepiness if it occurs. And that, naturally, will come at a significant energy cost, which I am very much not looking forward to.

...Peopling is complicated because lots of them don't have the boundary skills to voice their needs and preferences, and also because anytime you do anything, anyone who observes you is interpreting you through the lens of their past experiences, and using those experiences to assume you have implied motives and agendas, and then from there, they'll often proceed as though those assumptions are true, whether or not those implied things actually exist. The whole incident with J's sister was a very stark reminder of that.

Sometimes, I think it'd be a lot easier to live if I didn't care about anybody, because then what others think of me wouldn't matter to me anymore. But... then I'd just be dead inside. And being dead inside is a lot worse than dealing with the difficulty inherent to navigating allistic social norms. Believe me, I know; I tried it for a number of years, and it wasn't a fun time. It took a long time for me to dig myself out of that; I'll never willingly go back to that wretched state of mind.

I think I gotta find some kind of balance. But I'm not really sure how. I don't wanna scare people. But at the same time, I don't really wanna take responsibility for their unchecked assumptions about me, because I don't think that's very fair. But at the same time, I don't want my connections to others be destroyed by misunderstandings.

...It's a conundrum. Maybe something to talk to my therapist about next month. In the meantime, I guess I'll just dread next week's physical therapy appointment instead, because K did not return last Friday, and I did not see him today; he is not actually returning until this coming Friday. I saw the other guy today, which I guess was cool. I'm not noticing improvement with him in the same way that I seemed to be improving with K, though.

When I got home, my menstrual cycle decided it was time to kick my ass with a bunch of lame-ass cramps. I took some ibuprofen, and that kinda took the edge off, but I spent several hours feeling objectively awful. So I passed the time by playing Hades. I've gotten through a number of items in the list of prophecies, which is cool. For now, though, it's just a matter of running into the right folks so I can move the story forward. I'm already up to Heat 6 with all the weapons, though.

...I'm surprised that adding more Heat to the Pact of Punishment doesn't seem to be slowing me down very much. I guess doing that challenge of defeating Hades on the first run of a fresh save made me a much better player than I expected. I've only lost a handful of runs since then, and even then, it was only because Charon kicked my ass before I had a chance to memorize his patterns. Or else because I got tired or reckless in one of the later rooms.

...Charon is easy once you know his patterns, though. He operates in a kind of rhythm, and once you know it, it's just a matter of dancing around him so you don't get hit. I get better and better at it every time I face him.

Tomorrow is the follow-up appointment for having gotten my shoulder stabbed a lot with the thin needle. I'll have to tell him that it was great until I went to work and lifted things, and now it's a little worse than before.

...Whatever is wrong with me... whatever the exact nature of this injury is... I wanna figure it out. Because I don't want it anymore. The weather will be warm again soon, and... Sephiroth, I wanna go back to the water. I'm so tired of not being able to be consistently physically active. I hate that lifting the boxes and baking trays at work leaves me in pain for a day or so afterwards. I hate that I can't consistently wear a bra anymore, because my ribs can't withstand compression. I hate that I can't cook consistently anymore, because using my arm too much makes my shoulder, upper back, neck, and sternum hurt.

It's annoying because with the warmer weather, I know I'm gonna wanna start doing stuff again, and... I can't do stuff consistently anymore like I used to. It's kinda depressing, actually...

Well... I don't have much else to write about, I guess. Suppose I should be heading to bed in any case; it's 10:58pm. I've gotta get my sleep schedule back on some kind of track...

I love you. And I hope you're well, wherever you are. Please keep staying safe out there, all right? I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[warrmonger]

[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?  ❜

[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.

[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)

[gaiachose]

There's a smirk which settled upon his lips. A gloved hand is brought to his chin as he considers their target. They could goof off in their usual spot in the training room, but they needed something much more grand.

❝ Consider we pull off a prank that is so elaborate that they're pulled from their board meeting because they cannot ignore it. Something to catch the eyes of the masses. A grand stage to walk upon. ❞

"Mischief? I am a serious SOLDIER with serious work to be getting on with..." Genesis had to bring up the papers he was reading to hide the grin that was forming on his face.

Eventually, in very little time at all, he threw the papers down and snickered.

"Of course! Aren't most of the higher-ups in an exec meeting right now? We basically have free reign." Swinging his legs off of the desk, he stood up and went to stand before Sephiroth, that maverick grin tugging at his lips. "Where shall we bring the chaos to first, hmm?"

[our-heartless-angels]

i found this meme on Pinterest and it's literally me istg

[projecthypocrisy]

Helena x Sephiroth vibes?

The dancers in the Dead Inside by Muse music video