[Image Description: A drawing of Cloud and Sephiroth, both shirtless, standing before a softly glowing green background. They stand apart from one another, holding eye contact, both of their expressions pained and sorrowful as they hold eye contact with each other. Sephiroth’s cut-short hair falls loose around his bare shoulders. His left arm has been replaced with a shining black metal arm, laced through with green mako energy. Cloud is holding the metal hand to his face, pressing his cheek against it. Sephiroth glances in agony to Cloud’s right shoulder where there is a hand-print scar, black, and streaked through with red, like lava under the surface. A similar scar marks the center of Sephiroth’s torso where Genesis stabbed him. They both look… hopeless. End image description.]
“It is not so much that I mind the work or the outcome.” Hojo said conversationally.
Sephiroth said nothing. Watched, dispassionately, as one of Hojo’s surgical machines ripped the bone of his forearm. As another inserted the metal screw at the end of a thick metal bolt. He watched it twist into his body with grim acceptance and did not let the pain show.
“It is the lack of responsiveness that I object to.”
Sephiroth felt the Other moving in his mind. Closed his eyes to focus. To try to stop it.
‘Stubborn,’ the Other accused, the thought flowing through him like one of his own.
“For all intents and purposes the re-attachment should have been a full success.” Hojo was saying. “And yet the decay set in almost immediately. Now why do you suppose that was?”
Sephiroth’s back arched up off the table as the metal drilling down into his forearm went deeper. He felt his neck tense, his tendons tighten, but he did not scream.
‘You hurt no one but yourself through this.’ The Other was joyless in his mind for once. Almost sullen with disappointment. He had been ever since Sephiroth had cut off the arm.
12 hours of coloring later, here is my second pastel Joker!
I’m dedicating this one to @ralugraphicsand@wuika for inspiring me to pick up traditional work again alongside my digital work, and to pursue portraiture apart from my fan art. You have both also inspired me so much to keep improving and try new things, and I hope I will make you proud someday. ❤ Love you both!
i have been feeling the most depressed i ever have in my life (fatigue, hopelessness, nausea, basically just not vibing) and i really don’t know where it’s coming from but i realized that i hadn’t listened to any music at all (save les mis bc i gotta) in literally like 2-3 weeks and as soon as i hit play i’m feeling so much better wtf
-pulls out the embarrassing number of fic ideas i have outta my pocket like loose change, and starts combing through which ones i like best/think would be neat to flesh out a lil more-
thinking about putting a ring gag on a sub just “aww see i told you that you were too dumb to talk. cant even make out a full word, can you baby? you couldn’t even if you wanted to. dumb little pet just drooling all over yourself, hm? you look so stupid like this. just a pretty, ditsty little puppy.”
I’m HIV Undetectable raw top in Bronx, NYC. I’m 5'8 height wise. I pride myself on taking care of my health. As when I became positive this became a goal for me to still live a prosperous and happy life.
Ideally I would love to match blunts and talk and vibe before hand ♂️. WEED SMOKERS/CONNOISSEUR STRONGLY PREFFERED BUT NOT A MUST. Sexually, I’m a top. I love eating a nice beautifully shaped ass one of my favorite things to do. . I’m more physically attracted to slim fit guys. If you got a little stomach but whole lotta ass I may make an exception . I love getting some amazing head if your skills are among the elite. I love body contact and rarely like a nice make out session with a hot guy. So RAW NYCERS and Visitors hit me up. PLEASE INCLUDE PICS IN FIRST MESSAGE OR HAVE PICS ON PROFILE IF YOU EXPECT A RESPONSE.
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