#muse: Sephiroth

[hoshinierabareshimono]

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

Chibi Reactor Divorce (Very Sad)

[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

[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.

[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.

[cwarscars]

[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)

[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.

[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).

[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.