#onewinged

[kay-i]

dark Aerith🖤

[magistera]

@onewinged-sephiroth ♥

[priceofreedom]

Zack, Cloud and Sephiroth is like a main trio. One is stable, the other one half stable, the third completely mentally unstable.

askjhkjsdh they're all a little messed up 🥺

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@rhcpsodos [continued]

Sephiroth had sensed something had been wrong for awhile, he had a sixth sense to this sort of thing. He was waiting for Genesis to come to him but he ended up having to confront his friend about it. The silverette ended up coming over at a time when Genesis couldn’t hide what was wrong, heaving until blood came up. It broke his heart to see the redhead so weak and ill. 

He silently came over to where Genesis sat on the floor. He wanted so badly to tell him that it was going to be okay. But that would be a lie. This was bad, he could feel it. Sephiroth reached out to gently wrap his arms around his friend, face buried in those crimson locks.

“I’m not going to let you die... But if I fail, I will drag you out of the lifestream and find a way to save you. I promise I wont leave you Genesis. I’m staying right here with you.”

[jeremys-blogs]

So many years on and the man is still the franchise's biggest nightmare fuel 😨

1997- 2005 - 2024

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@dezimaton asked: sickfic prompts: [🤲 - Vincent - Cloud] please!

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The pain of existing wasn't anything new to Vincent. Truthfully, it was a constant companion for years. Though he was learning to accept other companions beyond it, it changed nothing about it's presence.

Nothing but the attention it brought, apparently.

As Vincent had just woken up from the bed he'd been sharing with Cloud for some time now, something that had taken time to become this comfortable with to the point of resting bear chested, he failed to stop the faintest sigh of discomfort from slipping past his lips.

"Vince...? What is it?" came the drowsy voice behind him, a voice he was blessed every morning to hear so close and intimate.

Vincent shook his head, though rolling his shoulder, back to the blond. "Nothing, just stretching... Sleep, if you still can." he encouraged, looking back over his left shoulder he'd just rolled, but the blue eyes watching him didn't seem to be taking his reassurance whatsoever.

Instead, Cloud gave a faint stretch himself, and began to sit up. "Do I gotta ask again?"

Vincent narrowed his gaze, however fondly, and sighed again, clearer then.

"Nothing but every day body aches." he assured him. "I deal with them all the time."

"Where does it ache?" Cloud yawned, scooting to Vincent's side of the bed with no intent of letting up. Vincent caught his gaze again.

"Is there a reason for the inquiry?" he countered, his way of briefly avoiding answering.

"Is there a reason you're trying to deter me with your own 'inquiry'?" he countered, quirked his head with a few strands of blond trying to fall into those blue eyes. "Is it something I can help with a massage?"

"Cloud, you don't need--"

"Answer the question, Valentine."

Vincent tightened his lips, holding back a sigh, as well as a chuckle. Sometimes he didn't enjoy how the others stubbornness clashed with his own, but in moments like these, his endearment could only deepen. "...It might. I'm not sure. I never massage it."

"Where?"

He glanced down at his left shoulder. "...Around the shoulder...it tends to ache around the deformed flesh and altered muscle. It's just the norm, with this arm."

Cloud scooted up behind him then, reaching a hand to teasingly but fondly turn his face away. He sat close to his back, and moved one hand to apply pressure and bit of stability to his front, as the other hand began to work the muscle of his shoulder, and around it, all around the discolored flesh and the muscle underneath. And as he started to work, Vincent found himself fighting the moan of relief his efforts were already bringing. There was another ache, but one he knew meant he was working out some abnormal tension. Cloud continued up and around, even using the hand around the front of his shoulder and over his upper chest to massage there a little bit.

Vincent felt himself easing more and more, and sighed, dropping his head a bit. "Th-that...seems to be helping."

There was the faintest huff of amusement behind him. "You know, you'd have less tension if you stopped holding back. Relax, Vincent..." the demand was given gently, the hand on his chest giving a faint caress before continuing working around his shoulder, up and down, and deeper when finally he heard Vincent's soft moan of relief.

His clawed fingers twitched now and again, feeling the tension release, tingling down through his limb more and more. "Didn't know how good you were at this..."

"Maybe you should've asked sooner." Cloud remarked, leaning forward then and laying a kiss on the rough skin of Vincent's bicep, causing the other to look at him with tender eyes. "You don't have to keep putting up with everything by yourself."

"...You're one to talk."

"Shut up and relax."

[kay-i]

🌍𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒮𝑒𝓅𝒽 𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀 2024☄️ Dance of Light and Shadow

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Slumber was brief, but deep. His unconscious mind was unrelenting, running through memories of this place. The blade through the womans back. The crowd standing before him to fight him...then another crowd, a crowd of children. This was blurrier, and felt out of control in a way different than the other memories. All of it, facing enemies, striving for a goal, and this holy place felt as if it were a soothing comfort and a searing pain all at once.

Searing pain...an unforgiving stream, tearing him apart. Beads of sweat were developing across his skin. Finally, he stirred at a twist of smells around him, and woke with a start.

The sight before him, of course, was that of the gunslinger, licking blood from his arm.

His eyes widened in faint surprise and confusion, before narrowing in curiosity.

"What--" his voice was strained from awkward sleep, and he cleared his throat, "...What did you kill to earn so much blood...?"

Just kill me already or abandon me.

Luckily for Sephiroth, Vincent didn't like doing as he was told; a sharp pain lit up his cheek as he bit on it, keeping his silence. For now, while he listened, he realized that Sephiroth had finally found blessed slumber. He turned to peer into the room - this abandoned ramshackle home in the City of the Ancients, where all prayers are heard and answered. He left his post at the door to move inside. Removed an old blanket from the bed and replaced it over the boy.

As much as wanted Sephiroth to loathe him, there was no way he would not shower him in these little kindnesses... even if they may inevitably make no difference at all. It was Lucrecia's son - no matter what Sephiroth believed. Even if LUcrecia sold both her soul and her son's body to the Devil himself - this felt like a chance to save him. So he would try... until his final breath.

While Sephiroth slept, Vincent went hunting. There were wild creatures in the woods that were safe and wholesome to eat, providing nutrients and which did not contain the artificial growth hormones that commercial animals contained. He butchered a sort of deer in the woods - up to his elbows in bloody guts - and packaged the cuts of meat carefully before bringing them home. An Ice Materia fused to a fridge unit kept the items cold until use. A few dried spices made any gamey meat taste delicious. So he let that dry marinate until the boy was awake again. His hand was covered in blood - and he stared, nostrils flaring... a burning in his thoughts as an intrusive thought slammed through him. He leaned carefully, lips parted, breathing heavily, before his tongue lapped a dry patch of blood from his palm.

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[miragee19]

Image credit: @onewinged-sephiroth

[lex-the-flex]

Can you please write some fluffy headcanons with Leon ??

Recovery

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Shortly after his mission in Spain, Leon had countless visits to the doctors to ensure that the Plaga had indeed been eradicated from his body. And much to his surprise, the parasite had been destroyed on the island, along with Ashley.

However, on a calm afternoon, Leon was getting changed in your shared bathroom, examining the scar on his chest given to him by Krauser when suddenly his body erupted in a great pain.

Sinking to the tiled floor, Leon gripped his side and shouted for your aid. Rushing him to the ER, your boyfriend had to have emergency surgery to have his appendix removed.

The surgery went without a hitch and President Graham was able to give both you and Leon the vacation you deserved.

Returning home from the hospital, you made sure that Leon stayed put in two spots in your apartment: the couch and the comfort of your bed. Not wanting to cause a fuss, he did as you asked, and only walked around under your constant supervision.

You hadn't been so lucky with your appendix in the past, and about two months into dating Leon, your own appendage partially burst, causing a slight infection. But otherwise, there was no permanent damage.

Towards the end of his recovery, Leon spent the remainder of his afternoons on the couch watching movies or finishing tv shows with you.

So on this day, he had his head in your lap, coming down with a small fever. Dabbing a cool washcloth on Leon's sweaty face and neck, he couldn't take the feeling of his shirt anymore. So you took it off and tossed it on the coffee table.

"Thank you for this, Y/N. I don't deserve you." He whispered while you wiped off his shoulders and chest, then you pushed his dark hair away from his face.

"Of course. I'm always here for you, Lee. No matter how scary the situation is. Even if it makes my heart stop." You replied with a smile.

Taking your hand in his, Leon placed your fingers over the healing tissue on his chest, letting you feel the scar for the first time.

"My heart is still here. And it's still beating for you." He answered, letting you feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

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He met every clash of Cloud's sword, always just a bit faster, and even now he was not at his full strength. He never gave his all right away, that would be earned. He would build, THEY would build beautifully as they ever did.

Cloud would pull apart at the seams for his failure, and Sephiroth would carve further at any needless threads, and then he would rebuild once again.

He'd swiftly gave a twirling duck and dodge when Cloud's blade tried to come for his head, and then he surged his blade aimed right for Cloud, lunging it towards his shoulder before aiming slices across his biceps and forearm and chest, testing what he could dodge and block and what he could not.

Cloud's words, though. He had him chuckling in a breathy sort of way.

"On my knees...? My how grand your confidence has grown." he retorted, before suddenly surging and taking Cloud's throat in his hand, bringing him until they were a breath apart, face to face. "Don't let your expectations and desires draw you towards dangerous and empty yearnings..."

Suddenly, the blade of masamune seemed to line up across his back at an angle, one part pressed at Cloud's shoulder and the other to his opposite hip.

"What horrors will you consume and choke upon, for such a desire, my dear puppet? What makes you believe you've earned it?" he gripped his throat tighter in his gloved hand, lips just barely grazing Cloud's as he spoke. "How unappreciative... How careless... You return in failure, and then demand me on my knees... You still have more of you left to tear apart, Cloud. That much is clear...do not continue to disappoint me..."

He tossed him away then, waiting for the others next move, not even giving him the respect of preparing a physical attack or an attempt to block.

Every time he thought himself ready for any sort of attack from the other, be it physical like this, or mental, he always ended up scrambling to the defense. Sephiroth was, and always will be, his greatest adversary. Even if they were on the same side, now, he knew his skills could never hold a candle to the likes of his idol. After all, it had just been a lucky shot he got on the other, all those years ago at the reactor.

Blind luck.

The despair in knowing it would never happen again did get at him, from time to time. His life was in those powerful hands, and he would at least try to entertain the both of them before his day is due. If anything to keep his mind from fully descending into the deep, he would keep being his to use. That still didn't stop him from sending out a challenge, every so often, just to keep his skills in check. Yet, that was no excuse for his failure in tonight's task, where he couldn't finish off the rest of those 'friends' of his. The injury was mostly healed, but not fully, and he would use that pain to his advantage in having his wits about him. To keep alert.

Metal clanged together, loud banging sounds as he deflected and parried as best he could. Cloud turned to the side, using the palm of his hand to press hard on his blade, sliding the sharp end along Sephiroth's as he rushed to be closer to him. Before reaching the hilt, he swiped it to the side, intending to slash for that head of his. Of course it would miss, and he'd take a second to catch his breath, moving back to try and dodge any retaliating hits.

"I'd choke for you, if it meant that I could have you on your knees... Sir." Speaking before he really even fully formed the thought, but it was both a threat and a promise he wanted to test the waters on. The extra added sass on his tone at the very end was just the icing on the cake. He was enjoying himself, despite the possible danger he could be in for such words.

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[bardic-tales]

From All Treats, No Tricks!

🎁 - Encourage a creator to rec some of their favourite creators.

Who are your favourite creators?

🍭 - Ask a creator about one of their favourite creations.

Talk to me about Bianca! Does she get nostalgic ever? If so, what makes her nostalgic?

Hello, Mara. Thanks for the asks. I apologize about the late response. I hope you are having a great day.

🎁 Who are your favourite creators?

So, I have a few favorite creators here. I'll just list them off. They are a combo of mutuals, creators' club individuals, and gif makers.

You, @sapphirothcrescent + @scourge-lover (since you are making me want to play WoW again lol), @serenofroses, @asirensrage,

@arrthurpendragon, @tolliver-j-mortaelwyver, @seastarblue, @megandaisy9, @andromedalestrange,

@littleshopofchaos, @one-winged-angels-world, @onewinged-sephiroth (such fantastic gifs), @watermeezer,

@nightingaleflow + @nightingaleflowlibrary, @aalinaaaaaa, @zerithsource, @xenascribbles

There are many, many more. So, if I accidentally leave someone out, please know that it is not intentional. Whether it is original or fandom, I adore everyone's work.

🍭Talk to me about Bianca! Does she get nostalgic ever? If so, what makes her nostalgic?

Fair warning that this is a mix of original and fandom content, as it always is when I get to talking about Bianca. :)

Yes. Bianca gets very nostalgic at times. It's often triggered by old memories before her fall from grace. She remembers her time with Mordecai rather fondly, as he was the first one who explained the concept of twin flames and mirrored souls to her. While she did not love him passionately, she did harbor some affection towards him. She also feels nostalgic when she reminisces about Sephiroth's voice (when he is away from her for periods of time as he sees to his grand scheme), their brief love affair before everything went up in flames (literally), and his feathers, which she collects. She doesn't regret her own descent into darkness, but these are bittersweet reminders of what could have been if fate had been kinder.

[bellaaldamas]

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Thank you for the tag, @bladesofkyber

Tagging @vindicia @countlessofvoids @onewinged-sephiroth and anyone who wants to do this.

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BEFORE / AFTER GIF CHALLENGE tagged by @onewingedangels thank you!! 💞

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Her words and her re-enactment made him tense, his brows furrow. They were that angry? If she wasn't a warrior, what were they expecting from her? Was it the same thing that always alluded him? He remembered so many lab visits, so many tests, training sessions where they were looking at him, waiting for something. They would quiz him, test him, ask about locations and feelings and he would try and find the answers they wanted, but he never could.

They were so angry. And they were expecting the same from her... Were they expecting it from her mother, too?

The mention of Hojo actually made him wince, and he looked down a hall, as if searching for something, before looking back to her.

Hojo, cutting her mother. Pushing her...never stopping. The anger, the displeasure, the demands.

"...He's...very determined... I understand how mean he can b-...can seem." he remarked, trying to assure her he understood. "They're looking for something...they know things, and I suppose they want us to help them understand and know more about those things. They never tell me what or how, though..."

He wasn't sure how to help her. He still never gave them the answers they searched for, during those tests, though they seemed to come less now. Truly, only a few of the coated ones even quizzed him anymore.

"Perhaps, if they fail to get what they're looking for long enough, they'll...stop asking." he suggested.

Then she asked that question, and he couldn't really be offended. Though he didn't understand how HE could be a test, he knew that that wasn't why they were here. They crossed paths, they likely shouldn't be unattended so long. This...this wasn't a test, to his knowledge. He shook his head to her.

"No. Not a test. They might actually be angry if they found us talking." he remarked, and yet even as he said that, and knew it to be a more and more likely truth, he was...reluctant to turn and leave. He stared at the small brunette girl and all he could see was himself, wide eyed and sad and scared. Though, he didn't have what she had, waiting for him. She had a mother to wait for...and the be concerned about.

What was that like, he wondered...?

"Maybe we should...return to our rooms. So they don't get mad at you again...okay?" he remarked, finally having some sense. He looked around. "Where's your room...?"

Aerith pursed her lips into a tense line. She wanted to argue, to tell the boy that they were never finished, but instead she looked down at their feet. His words filled her with doubts. Maybe this was the way the world was supposed to be... but it was so unfair...

Her mother was always kind and loving. There shouldn't be any reason that she wasn't following instructions, so why weren't the men in white coats being nicer? If anything, they stole her mother away longer each time they came to collect her.

"They hold my arm so tight that it hurts. They're always poking me with something sharp. I do what they tell me to do, and they're still angry at me." Finally she lifted her head again, re-enacting a scene where her little hands came up and she made a choking motion. "But the worst part is how they hurt my mummy. I think they cut her a lot. Professor Hojo... he's always doing something..."

She looked at the boy with big, sad eyes. Even if she was younger, she had experienced more softness. Her mother. Her mother's caretaker, Marielle. Her playmate, Lonny. It was enough that even she realised something wasn't right about her life here. But she was far too young to understand even half of what was happening around her, not fully.

"... Is this another test?" Aerith finally asked. That happened a lot lately. She didn't know what to trust anymore, she always felt like she was getting in trouble for not doing something right, when no one showed her the right way to begin with, or even told her that she was being watched.

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Sephiroth had made reasonably quick work on his front, taking on a squad all his own as was expected. He hadn't been intimidated, he never truly was. But, getting used to working with Lodbrok and his team, it was.... Well, not hard, not difficult, he could...handle it, but it was simply...off, to not be closer so that he could be there to fight by their sides.

So, though few would notice given his cool features and mostly tamed movement as he wandered back to base to assess their progress, he was eager and a tad impatient. He had every confidence they were either back already, too, or would be soon.

What he hadn't expected however...was to find Glenn, laid up in the recovery tent. The tame steps turned into a sprint, until the young warrior was at the mans side, nudging past some of the medical attendants.

"Glenn, what happened...?!" he demanded, voice a little shaky, trying to get a look at their notes, but he was only asked to calm down, which he wasn't listening to. It wasn't the first time he'd seen anyone on the team injured, but this... The man looked like he had at least one or two broken bones, and quite a bit of scarring, it was hard to tell if he'd faced human enemies or friends. Or both. Glenn was certainly fool enough to face both. His voice became more serious. "Who did this...?"

He barely heard any explanations, from the attendants or from Glenn himself, all he could do was stare at the injuries. Injuries that could've been avoided if he was there. Injuries that could have been avoided if these battles didn't keep devolving into horrible extremes. Injuries he just...couldn't take.

Blue green eyes turned a bit colder, the voices speaking to him turning into more and more of a muddled jumble. "...I will return." he looked to the nurse. "Take care of him."

And then he turned, intent on seeking out the ones to blame. If anyone was left, Sephiroth would make short work of them.