#seraphicwept

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Who is your favorite character who you do not write? ; How long have you been rp'ing? ; Are there characters you wish you could write?

Munday Meme [accepting]

Who is your favorite character who you do not write?

From XV, that’d have to be Ardyn Izunia. I love the character and his backstory, but I just... don’t feel like I could really do him justice? I’m afraid if I did write him, he’d be very one or two note and that’s it.

And in general, it’s N’jadaka (Erik Stevens/Killmonger) from the MCU. I really loved his portrayal by Michael B. Jordan, he was funny, he was vulnerable, he was a force of nature. The problem is that I am not Black and I’m not saying that people aren’t allowed to write other races ever- That’s not the problem here. 

The problem is that Erik’s Black diaspora is such a huge part of his character and motivations and as someone who has Asian diaspora, I can certainly feel similar to him and understand a similar pain- but it’s NOT THE SAME. And I’d rather that Black people with diaspora talk about their experiences with growing up not knowing anything about your family origins, barely knowing anything about where you DO live but never being able to FORGET you’re a perpetual outsider to white Americans, etc. I don’t want to disrespect the Black-American experience by like projecting my own experiences onto Erik as if they’re at all the same kind of thing, because it’s not. 

And it’s not a contest to see ‘whose experience was worse’, I’m just saying that since I’m not Black, I feel like it’d be cheap and disrespectful of me to talk and roleplay about Black diaspora.

How long have you been rp'ing?

Like.. over 20 years? I started roleplaying on aim when I was BARELY a teenager (which is dangerous), but since I was heavily bullied it was my only source of social interaction.

Are there characters you wish you could write?

Weirdly enough, I have kinda wanted to try Genesis Rhapsodos. And I am certain if I DID the fandom would go fucking apeshit since he gets a bad rep for being based off of Gackt and ‘a unnecessary insertion into ff7′s perfect lore’ (LOL) and because I would headcanon him as being on the autistic spectrum- in my experience, mainline fandom hates it when you so much as IMPLY someone might be autistic or only make CERTAIN characters possibly autistic coded.

... I want to RP him EVEN MORE now because I am absolutely FUELED by spite and coffee.

#lookout my next blog will be genesis ha ha unless????? #♘ OOC #seraphicwept

[stingslikeabee]

Reminds me of you for either Mya or Seph uwu

things that remind me of your muse . accepting

1. Mya

Blood red roses, carnations and any other similar flowers; the heat of forest fire against your skin, which can either warm you up in the cold or consume you if it spreads and goes wild; the feeling of being protected and loved in long embraces; the sound of decided footsteps echoing in the middle of the night; the smell of leather jackets and boots.

2. Sephiroth

The icy blue shade of a natural pool in the middle of the woods; sleeping on feather pillows and having dreams about being protected by a guardian angel; the sound that a beautiful gilded bird cage makes when it swings back and forth due to the breeze; the sight of a black cat with blue eyes staring right back at you from the back of an alley as if it could read your soul; the overwhelming loneliness of going somewhere unknown for the first time and not knowing anyone.

#Mya #Sephiroth #seraphicwept #reminds me of you #replied #I like them both #so you got both! #although Seph got out of hand #I kept having such varied feelings about him #hope these sound okay haha

[aworldofyou]

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salt time    /  I’m just a bag of salt - @seraphicwept​

my face every time I see someone go on a bully bender calling Katniss Everdeen of Hunger Games indigenous. Like Cersei in this scene I’m writing and scritching my little feathered along and minding my own business and then I hear ‘Katniss is indigenous’ I stop, and I look, and I stare and I judge it before moving on. Especially when said people are bullying everyone and saying everyone is a racist for not agreeing with it. I’ve said it a hundred times before and it seems I’m going to have to say it a hundred more times. She isn’t. A saying ‘oh but she has olive skin and black hair’ - that literally!! doesn’t mean anything!! It means that she could have a tan, people who aren’t people of color can get tans and have black hair!!! Cause guess what happens when you spend a lot of time outside! You either burn OR!! You get a tan!! It’s not a foreign concept, just look at the Mediterranean, those in Italy aren’t POC and yet they some people olive colored skin! (there are plenty of other examples but this is the first thing that comes to mind) Would you say that Ezio Auditore of Assassins Creed is POC? For having a slight tan? NO YOU WOULDN’T. Katniss Everdeen, is not Indigenous. STOP BULLYING PEOPLE OVER THIS.

I will never put my indigenous muse into Dragon Age universe - not unless we make a North America version in Thedas and have the Hero of Ferelden come over, but even then it’s complicated cause my indigenous muse is around the center of the Americas. Details around inidigenous muses being in Thedas means they would have to be kidnapped from the Main Land. No, there is no logical way to do that. So never ever.

#[ out of character. ] answered #seraphicwept #[ out of character / salt ] i thrive best in it #[ i didn't do a third one cause that first one is worth two ]

[hercbled-moved]

Sometimes you will see Zack doing his thing, around Edge, just each step followed by Grace [ @seraphicwept​ && @niopham​ adopted daughter. ] He's not always the best with kids, but Zack is the best with Grace && is always fine with babysitting. Just imagine this ex SOLDIER being followed around by a little girl who's got him wrapped around her little fingers, she's also taken to mimicking him from time to time which might be annoying to some. [ Though amusing for Zack. ]

#Grace is attached to Zack and her parents should worry #zack bad with other peoples kids but good with Angea && Seph's #[HEADCANON.] — THE HOPE IN HIM DARES TO REIGNITE THE SUN #seraphicwept #niopham

[holyguardian]

Try MMMM FFVII Tseng 👀🔥

MEME → Send 'try' and a character and I will write how I would roleplay them.

"Mya." A cool, calm voice reached out from behind her. Her attention firmly belonged to him in but a matter of seconds and all it took was to voice her name. The members of AVALANCHE preferred their lives to be shrouded beneath a veil of anonymity but when the Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department became involved it was a veil easily stripped away.

Tseng stood with his hands clasped behind his back and assumed an unwavering stance. He was a man used to being in control and his body language suggested he was the one in charge. "It would be imperative for you to run home." Less of a suggestion and more of a command for her to move along. For the head of the Turks to tell someone they didn't want to be at a certain place at a certain time it was best not to ask for the details.

#seraphicwept #answered #Tseng #Swung back to these #after some FFXV #but also what are characters #Anyone who can rp Tseng my hat goes off to you

[lunariet-arc]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒,   𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍        ⸻        𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫,   𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧,   𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧.        No word is spoken concerning the doubts pirouetting within her mind,   nor does she allow her curiosity to reach the surface of porcelain features   ;   for the entirety of her elongated existence,   both as a divine being and as a treasured princess,   has she been scolded for the vocalization of statements and queries wholly unnecessary   ❪   if only Lady Kagami could see her now,   would she be   PROUD   of how temperate her once scorching demeanor has become   ?   ❫   .

As of now,   all the Moon Princess does is to mold her poise into an amiable and gentle one,   moonlight-kissed wings no longer stretched far and wide but comfortably folded at her sides,   as if they were naught but a peculiar,   questionable choice of fashion.        ❝   When I was young,   I thought that   SPRING   would have never come again...   Once autumn arrived and even the last yellowed leaf in my garden fell and withered,   I cried for hours.   ❞        A flush across the pallor of now simpering cheeks,   amusement and embarrassment that become one as Kaguya abandons herself to the articulation of a brief melody solely made of girlish titters and giggles.        ❝   I remember that my   ADOPTIVE PARENTS   could not understand what was wrong with me and feared that the worst had happened...   I will never forget the sight of the baffled grimaces across their faces,   once I revealed the source of my grief.   ❞

A brief pause,   the quick twitch of a feathery ear.        ❝   I am really happy that we are finally approaching the springtime season,   once more.   ❞

@seraphicwept .     ♡

#.・☾ › verse ∞ : main ⸻ wings of broken glass ┊ ( demon arc ) . #seraphicwept #I AM EXCITED #YES YES YES #also ! #inaba descends from the gods #but has long since lost its powers #so i thought !! what if inaba knew ren from the past ? #this is probably what convinced kag to approach him / be approached #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY #MWAH

[inscmnus]

𝐌𝐘𝐀 ( @seraphicwept​ ) “ i have faith in you. ” from mya. wreck me uwu                                  𝘚𝘖𝘍𝘛𝘌𝘙  𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛𝘚  &&  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄  𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  ,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄.  𝐀  𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  at  his  lips.  Never  once  ,  in  all  the  years  of  him  knowing  her  (  𝘰𝘧  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦𝘳  )  had  he  ever  doubted  that  statement.  Even  if  she  hadn’t  said  it  ,  he  knew.  He’d  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  known.  Ocean  eyes  searched  her  face  ,  hand  coming  to  rest  ‘pon  her  cheek.  Thumb  lightly  caressing  there  ,  offering  what  𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘦  𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.  Though  his  heart  was  somewhat  heavy  ,  hers  needn’t  be.  There  was  no  words  between  them  right  then  ,  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦  𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵  𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦.  For  that  moment  ,  he  just  wanted  to  look  at  her  --  to  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐄𝐑.  Memories  flooded  through  him  ,  playing  in  the  fountain  together  as  kids  --  her  𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘪𝘮  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺  𝘪𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵  to  raid  the  kitchens  in  the  citadel.  The  first  time  they  drank  just  that  little  bit  too  much  together.  All  the  memories  of  𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟  ,  𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑠  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠  𝑓𝑢𝑛.  The  first  time  he’d  𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘰𝘳  𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥  𝘩𝘦𝘳  --  so  many  moments  and  yet  ,  they  weren’t  enough.  It  would  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘣𝘦  𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩  ,  no  matter  how  much  time  they  had  --  they’d  missed  so  much.  It  couldn’t  be  helped  of  course  ,  it  was  the  way  things  were  --  the  hand  they’d  both  been  dealt.  This  was  their  fate  (  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴  𝘪𝘵  𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.  )

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐇𝐄’𝐃  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐍𝐎  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.  𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒  𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  around  her  ,  pulling  her  to  his  chest.  His  heartbeat  was  steady  there  --  𝘢  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵  𝘵𝘰  𝘩𝘦𝘳  ,  perhaps  ?  Lips  pressed  gently  to  red  hair  ,  arms  tightening  just  that  little  bit  --  and  though  she  wouldn’t  have  seen  it  ,  a  silent  tear  fell  from  the  King’s  eye  .  Goodbye’s  were  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  easy  ,  yet  some  were  always  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄    than  others.  Saying  goodbye  to  her  ,  hurt  him.  Though  he  knew  past  tonight  --  his  suffering  ,  𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦  𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥  𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦  𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥  --  but  she  ?  Hers  would  continue  ,  she  would  live  on  with  what  memories  this  gave  her  ,  and  as  much  as  he  wished  she  wouldn’t  dwell  on  it...  he  knew  full  well  she  would.  

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑  ,  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.  She  may  have  told  him  she  had  faith  in  him  ,  but  his  faith  in  her  ran  deeper  than  any  crevice  in  the  planet.  Was  it  faith  that  kept  him  going  ?  No  ,  𝘪𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦  𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘦  𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦  ,  it  was  that  which  would  give  him  the  strength  to  do  what  he  needed  to  do.  And  so  does  he  lean  back  slightly  ,  fingers  tipping  her  chin  up  to  look  at  him  --  softly  does  his  lips  caress  hers.  There  was  no  desperation  to  it  ,  no  hurried  sneakaround.  No  ,  this  was  𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯  ,  𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  ,  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺.  Moreover  ,  this  was  goodbye.

𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  ,  𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊.  One  thought  circled  in  his  mind  --  𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘  𝑦𝑜𝑢  ,  𝑀𝑦𝑎.

#𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 ( answered ) #seraphicwept #& mya #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[phantomarchive]

Starter for @seraphicwept with Ahn and Tseng!

Late nights aren’t unusual in the Turk offices, but on this night, most everyone else had already gone home for the evening. Ahn had thought that she was the last one in, not bothering to hiding her frustration at the amount of paperwork that never seems to go down; if she’s the last one in, there’s no one to see the irritation simmering in the pull at the corner of her mouth. No one to decide to turn something as mundane as this into something like a weakness, something to be teased about in the friendly camaraderie her fellow Turks take part in. She doesn’t want it, wants no reason to find comfort in a place like this.

As the clock ticks past midnight, she decides it’s time to go home. The stacks of paperwork won’t get done any faster if she’s exhausted, and with long days between jobs, there’s little else to do tomorrow but this.

Pulling on her jacket, a fitted piece made specifically for her, she picks up her bag, turns off the light in her office, and starts to make her way to the elevator. Her eyes itch with tiredness and she thinks she might get some decent sleep tonight - but she stops herself when she sees the light from a small desk lamp filtering out of Tseng’s office. Briefly she glances in, content to leave after just a look, but sees a glass filled with amber liquid on his desk, and...is he drinking?

It isn’t her business to say anything, to get involved, to do more than her job and then go home, and yet she remembers a time years ago when they were both softer versions of themselves, learning the inner workings of ShinRa as their souls were crushed and molded along the way. Ahn has never been soft towards this place, especially after everything they had done to her home, her parents, to her, but the years it took to build herself into the sharp-edged, cold, blade of a woman she is now hadn’t been as apparent back then. At the time, Tseng hadn’t been broken yet, either. Still idealistic, someone she might have followed regardless of her being put with the Turks against her initial will.

She takes the few steps between her and the doorframe of his office, knocking gently. When he glances up, the corner of her lips twitch up almost imperceptibly. “Drinking?” she asks, and that gentle smirk is the only outward sign of whatever emotion lies just beneath her surface. “So you’re still human in there, I see.” It’s all in jest, and she wonders if he remembers who she was before enough to know that. They’re weapons, tools, partners in the battlefield, but it seems like it’s been forever since they’ve been friends - if they ever even were.

Though she had just put it back on, Ahn removes her jacket again as she enters the office and takes a seat, setting her bag beside her. “Mind if I join you?”

#Ahn tbt. #(Me? Screaming inside? Y E P) #seraphicwept

[inmydrcams]

@seraphicwept​ asked: ' would you let me brush your hair? ' mya asked, ' your hair is so beautiful, aerith. ' (from mya to aerith because i could not resist)

             It’s the kind of thing you never really know how to answer, someone calling your hair pretty, but it still makes her happy, it still makes her smile. Life is about the little things, the little memories that become a great friendship, the little moments that build a whole. So she doesn’t linger on it, instead she carefully undoes her braid so that the materia doesn’t fall to the ground, doesn’t crack. Aerith holds the crystal ball in her hands like it’s dear to her, the one thing she still has of her mother that she can touch, can feel, can focus on when she feels lost and alone so that she can still feel her mother’s love for her linger on. Love doesn’t fade and people don’t leave just like that.

          ❝ Of course you can! ❞  And it feels nice, to have someone brush your hair, to focus their attention on you.  ❝ Why don’t you tell me a  s t o r  y ?  I want to know more about you. ❞ 

#seraphicwept #ch; a. gainsborough #{ aerith | IC } #I'm so here for this #let them be friends! #I know you I walked with you once upon a queue.

[sunchascd]

Keeping her gaze stubbornly fixed on the charmed blooms before her, voice, high && still sounding somewhat odd, even to her own ear, rings out. ❝    If you're looking for magic, you've got the wrong place, this is an ordinary flower shop, with ordinary flowers here.   ❞   It's a white lie, but Sophie's very well has had enough of magic, of slime && every other nonsense that comes from a slip of a tongue && an adrift thought. As if the universe was listening && echoing her thoughts, the bloom in hand wilted, leaving behind a dark green sludge. Sniffing, the liquid, she instantly recalled the smell. WEED KILLER ! !

@seraphicwept​ liked for a starter. 

#seraphicwept #[ SOPHIE; IC. ] — SHE FELT SO AWFULLY OLD && YOUNG ALL AT ONCE. #[ Queue. ]

[stingslikeabee]

“they are watching you, now more than ever.” from Tseng

Bridgerton starters . not accepting

The woman nodded at the Turk’s words. She knew Tseng did not mean to scare her with such a declaration, but the man was hardly wrong – with Corneo gone now, his mansion currently raided by the Shinra operatives looking everywhere for a trace of the mafioso, it was clear that the absence of the Don created a power vacuum within the Wall Market.

And right now, all eyes were on the self-styled queen of the slums to see how she would act (or react, as it was).

“You know what strikes me as ironic?” she said with a small smile, arms crossing over her chest while taking a couple of steps closer to Tseng – there was no need for an audience for that sort of conversation. “All these years, I’ve been trying to get him back for all the atrocities he committed. All the girls he mistreated, all the poor souls he abused. I spent almost a decade looking out for my own and waiting for the perfect opening to strike.”

The madame sighed then, “And now he’s no longer here and I didn’t lift a finger to contribute to anything. It’s a bittersweet feeling, Tseng,” Melissa admitted, “All this attention now and I did not even earn this. Otherwise, you know it - I'd gladly steal the spotlight.”

#Tseng #seraphicwept #Bridgerton starters #replied #in which she realizes that she's petty #and revengeful xD

[niopham]

Mya really out here spooning Orochi. She got a whole god to be the little spoon. The power that woman holds

#seraphicwept #ooc.

[krvla]

@seraphicwept​ ASKED: ' we are but two faces of the same coin. ' (Sephie being vague and just his usual gremlin mode for Yazoo uwu)

YAZOO FELT IN AWE of the others presence. A force he had only ever IMAGINED. He had KNOWN there to be pieces , REMNANTS , of Sephiroth remaining in each of his BROTHERS. Though now the other seemed so REAL. So TANGIBLE. Though Yazoo hardly felt deserving of the compliment Sephiroth bestowed upon him now.

‘ And . . . the others ?? ’ Kadaj , and Loz. For Yazoo had never known a life separate of them. ‘ . . . it is like , a family. MOTHER’S CHILDREN. Do we all not unify in her blessing . . . ?? Do we not all become one . . . whole ?? ’

#seraphicwept #i dont rly know what yaz is saying but i think thats just his m.oo

[storyofpetals]

@seraphicwept​ says: “ for me, it isn’t over. ” (Lucrecia to Cloud as we discussed 👀👌)

( adele lyrics. )

☆ ━━━ When Cloud looks at Lucrecia...

He sees something familiar in her eyes.

The shadow that tinges the brown hue of her irises--that flighty look of betrayal that stains every emotion she flickers his way is something he knows too well. She feigns smiles, tired as they are, she even giggles softly when Barret says a stupid remark (an often occurrence) or Tifa compliments her, awed by her quick wit and knowledgeable hands. But Cloud knows, in a heart wrenching way, that this woman has been broken.

The only other person more aware of this in the room is Vincent. Cloud glances his way now--sees, unsurprisingly, that Vincent is still tucked into the shadow of a corner, leaning against the smooth stone wall. Vincent pretends he is not watching Lucrecia’s every move--staring off into space one moment, but the second she moves his crimson eyes flick her way quickly--his expression entirely neutral, though Cloud suspects Vincent is burning inside right now.

Tifa snatches Lucrecia’s attention with a question about the immediate affects of taking Mako energy from the Planet--a subject Cloud is entirely disinterested in--so the ex-SOLDIER takes this moment to clomp up to Vincent, leaning against the cool wall beside him.

“...So, you gonna talk to her or what?” Cloud asks quietly, watching as Lucrecia patiently explains what she knows--which seems to be a lot, and rather complex information, if the way Tifa’s eyebrows furrow and eyes widen in wonder is any indication at all.

Vincent doesn’t move, a trait that has always unnerved Cloud, though he would never tell him that. The elder man is like a gargoyle, ever patient in his shadowy perch.

“Not yet,” Vincent says coolly, his gaze once again moving to Lucrecia. “We will talk when she’s ready. Our past won’t be easy to face. I can wait longer--as long as she needs.”

“How do you know--when its been too long? What if you miss your chance?” Cloud wonders aloud, Aerith’s death hovering on the fringes of his mind’s eyes--

He combats the image by looking to Vincent, surprised now that the crimson-clad man is staring right at Cloud.

“I’ve waited more than twenty years for this chance--I can wait longer. If it was not meant to be, then I can live with that. I got to see her happy, at least one more time. ...Isn’t that enough, Cloud?” Vincent murmurs, his voice so quiet Cloud nearly misses it as Tifa laughs.

( ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? )

Cloud thinks about Aerith’s laughter for the first time since she died--the first time he could think about her and not break, recalling those precious, little moments he thought was lost among the horror of her death--

“.......”

Lucrecia appears before them then, smiling serenely, canting her head up at Cloud. Vincent is careful to look away again, contemplating the gray of the wall ahead. 

“Do you have a moment, Cloud?” Lucrecia asks softly, her voice hesitating as if she already expects a no before he even answers.

“Yeah, sure,” Cloud mutters gruffly, pushing off the wall and slowly walking with Lucrecia to a little office tucked at the side of the room. She flicks on fluorescent lights above, which gutter on in sputters, and then closes the door.

She’s quiet now, folding her hands before her, gripping them together so tightly Cloud can see her knuckles turning white.

There’s a heaviness to the stuffy air--Cloud is certain he can smell the dust from all the old books on their bookcase, the mold on their pages. It’s quick to become nearly unbearable, so Cloud is about to say forget it and march back out the door--

But then Lucrecia looks up at him and those brown eyes are full of an inescapable darkness--the expression so familiar it’s like looking in a mirror. Tears that threaten to cascade down her cheeks brim on her eyelashes instead--

And she chokes out, “For me, it isn’t over.”

Cloud goes rigid as her truth sears him, as if she physically charred his skin with her words. 

S E P H I R O T H.

Vincent’s blatant lie--YOUR SON IS DEAD--screams at them both in the tiny office, loud in the room though it is not spoken.

...So, she knows. Of course she does, Cloud thinks numbly.

Cloud is quick to shut her down, something hateful smoldering in his belly.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I have to kill him. He’s going to destroy the Planet--” Cloud begins roughly, not looking into Lucrecia’s damn sorrowful eyes this time.

He didn’t come this far only to be told to turn back.

Yet... she doesn’t say anything at his angry declarations. In fact, Cloud hears her heels click on the wooden floor as she takes two tentative steps his way.

And she reaches out with one of her hands, which trembles as it covers the distance between them, encloses her fingers over Cloud’s glove. Wraps her thin fingers around his and squeezes gently.

Cloud finally glances her way again and she’s staring at him, a crumbling smile still fixed in place over her mouth. 

I know, she says without speaking the words. I know.

( ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? )

There’s something insidious about her endless sorrow--the way she struggles on, the rings under her eyes--it makes Cloud want to cry too.

They were both shattered by the same faceless people, betrayed in similarly terrible ways...

And Cloud knows then only Lucrecia would understand the haunting details of his past. Understand the depth of his heartache and loss--

Because she’s lived through it too.

But somehow, she survived it all.

“We’re going to need all the help we can get,” Cloud relents, softening under her eyes. “If you’re willing to try...”

He doesn’t pull his hand away. They stay like that for a few moments more--the bloody ribbon of their pasts that tie them together tightening.

Was she ready to defy fate one more time?   

#✿ ┆ ask #【 cloud answers 】 ☁ ❝ leave a message after the tone ❞ #☁ ┆ v: a soldier’s promise #seraphicwept #{ AAAAH I HOPE THIS IS OK } #{ I AM SO EXCITED FOR OUR PLOTS AAAH } #{ .....and yea i lowkey threw in the vincent part because i love him alright } #{ no one judge me-- } #{ all the rambles~ }

[healingwords]

@seraphicwept​ asks ‘ ' it is a very curse, this filth that runs in my blood, ' sefiroth mused bitterly aloud, eyes as pyres of emerald fallen upon his own hand, ' when i gaze upon the stars, i see the source of this filth, not a promise of a brighter day. ' (you asked sefiroth being extra for tifa? there we goooooo)‘

“...we’re more than what’s in our blood.”

Her murmured reply was made to the back of the former General--not out of a lack of courage, but out of consideration for his vulnerable state. While certain seals may have been broken between Tifa and Sefiroth on a physical level, that wasn’t the only level on which relationships needed to be established. To builds something that would be strong enough to support the share weight of their tragic pasts--not to mention where said paths intersected in bloody, deadly fashion--would take considerable effort, not to mention time. And then there was the matter of the alien cells which still pulsed within the silver-haired swordsman that still strained for control even as they spoke.

Was it that which he addressed when he looked to the cosmos which had birthed that horror?

A step closer, and then another as a hand reached out to lay claim to his shoulder gently. Perhaps it was just a flight of fancy, but she swore she could feel JENOVA’s presence shrink back in fear of her touch. Considering how Tifa had survived being submerged in the Lifestream when she helped Cloud piece his mind back together, it was wholly possible that she carried Holy within herself. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to him--the Planet was trying to reclaim its stolen son.

...this was not a matter she could process alone.

#; post : tifa #; sephti #seraphicwept #ugh SEF you're so DRAMAAAAAHTIC #And then so is Teef. #SIGH.

[hercbled-moved]

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@infernalpursuit sent. * anon * hey actually talk about Zack and Sephiroth? 👀 Their friendship before All Of That happened, some fun adventures they went through together... anything you want, go wild!!

Well to begin with just like Cloud, Zack also looked up to Sephiroth, probably also hero-worshipped Sephiroth as a small child. Sephiroth after all was used at the time as ShinRa's poster boy on all their propaganda. The way he was portrayed in the media && in the fan clubs to which Zack was subscribed to played a part in his recruitment into ShinRa. 

I'd say the main difference between Zack && Cloud, however, is that Cloud only ever really knew the hero while Zack knew the man. && while there's clear respect && a hint of fanboyness from him in the early stages of their relationship, as it progressed clear ease developed to the point where you have Zack shouting down the phone at Sephiroth. 

Their relationship really took of when Angeal deserted, Sephiroth became someone Zack could confide in, someone older, in charge that Zack could look up to && somewhat trust when everything around him was built on unstable ground.  Because as crazy && hard as things were getting with Angeal, Zack wasn't dealing with them alone, Sephiroth was also dealing with them. 

Now leaving the realms of the canon story && into self-indulgent aus, Zack is kinda like an annoying little brother in law to Sephiroth, because of his relationship with Angeal, he's gotta put up with Zack && Zack can be an extra. [ Comes with being a fire sign. ]  

[ Don’t mind me tagging Blu’s Seph, cus he’s the Sephiroth my gremlin likes to bug.  @seraphicwept​ ]

#[ASKS.] — CONFLICT RESOLVED #[HEADCANON.] — THE HOPE IN HIM DARES TO REIGNITE THE SUN #[SEPHIROTH.] — You were a blazing star — when did you start to dim? #infernalpursuit #seraphicwept