So This Is Neat. The New Chapter Makes It Interestingly Clear That Sephiroth, For All His Rank And Reputation

revamped the inspo playlist for At Dawn and feeling hyped to drop the next chapter this week - we're about to hit the song 'Apocalypse'.

<3 as always to all the other sfkr inspirations for this inspiration - you have amazing music taste! If you have any other recs I would love to hear them

if you're into 'how it's made' rambling, themes to listen out for are:

Flowers/growing/bodies/organic motifs (got a wolf or two in there for Cloud)

lab/tech/medical vibes/sickness/wounds/infection

Water/washing away/cold/falling/floating/drowning/baptism

Fire/destruction/heat/burning

Sun/moon/stars/planets

Dawn/day/night/twilight/light/dark

Life/death/apocalypse/rebirth

Dreams/memory/transformation

Love/longing/safety/togetherness/ties and threads

Silver and gold/Green and blue

Feeling a little better today, better than yesterday.

this is it. this is the chapter that makes me vibrate with excitement at 9.9 on the richter scale and also makes me want to hide under a rock like a bug until someone comes to tell me how it’s been received.

if, as i do, you like seeing Sephiroth frolic in fields and interact positively with animals (and also with Cloud), you may enjoy this fic.

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Chapter summary: Blue petals, green leaves, and a tiny gold sun.

Their journey takes them back to the coast in the last long hot days of summer, to a large town with a similarly large sea monster problem. The houses here are plastered in pale peach and yellow, their roofs made of terracotta tiles that fit together like the scales of a giant fish. Steep, ruddy hillsides scattered with hardy scrubs and firs; bleached pebble beaches; buildings, all drawn together by the warm glow of the sun at its zenith.

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Not strictly a Sefikura Week entry, but I managed to cover 5/7 prompts in this chapter, and have been living in a very happy sefikura daze this week while editing.

Chapter 7 is up!!

They're more and less comfortable together now.

For some time they proceed as they were before, because that’s what feels simplest in the plain light of day.

Sephiroth’s understanding of where to go has become more nuanced since his ordeal, and he leads them with purpose.

He hears whispers, sees flashes of other lives lived in these lands as they pass through. Insubstantial farmers waking with the dawn and working until the sun is high; ghostly hunters stalking their prey at dusk; a robed group of nomads from long, long ago whose apparitions sing their way through the landscape each night with twinkling viridian flecks swirling around them like dust motes.

The hills here are gentle and covered alternately with kaleidoscopic floral expanses and long, yellowed, rusty-dry waving grass that looks soft from far away but whips and prickles if you reach for it as you walk.

As they carve their long parallel paths towards the horizon, twin memories of the silvery twilight forest and the amber-gold afternoon meadow simmer under their skin and flash unbidden in their minds. 

bury me in a field of flowers.

I found these really nice flower brushes on the asset store and felt inspired to doodle a thing. The idea of a chest stuffed with flowers came from Hannibal (let’s just say that the tree corpse left quite an impression on me).

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