Living Catastrophe

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” ― Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

Onewngd: an independent, private roleplay blog for Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII. The blog is primarily based on the original iteration of FFVII, while incorporating Crisis Core, Ever Crisis, and some elements from Remake/Rebirth.

loved by yumi (he/they/30+)

THEMES INCLUDE: body horror, possession, toxic relationships, human experiments, and loss.

Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Minors DNI.

graphics || carrd || pinterest

battle companions: @liightbringr

However, I believe I will fix up this blog a bit. It is a bit messy and not to my standards.

I will also say that while I ship Cloud and Sephiroth together, I do not seek the ship out in others. I rather people approach me about it or it become a thing that gradually happens between the characters.

"My lord, the sun sets...will you be making your way to the outside world, tonight?"

His gaze does not rise from the yellowed pages of his book. Old and worn by time, it is still cared for and often read when his mind needs calm. He feels the night approaching, always humming against his pale skin. Something he had gotten used to over the centuries of being a creature of the night. Slowly, he closes the book and places it on the desk. Green serpentine hues were focused on the leather before he rose onto his booted feet. Masamune, a sword he so lovingly took care of, was not at his side. Instead, it was leaning against a bookcase where it gleamed under the soft candlelight.

"Yes." He replies softly, his gaze lifting to hers. The new blade that he had acquired only recently was similar to, yet not his most treasured weapon. She was new and powerful, and she would do what needed to be done. "I must feed this night, it seems. The hunger is ever persistent."