Media With Healing Magic Really Ought To Get More In The Weeds About It Tbh

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

Fagradalsfjall, Icaland 2021 l jvn.photo

Cache River Wetlands, Illinois

silly doodle for chapter 6 of At Dawn (with bonus Aerith)

actually a fairly serious chapter. but Seph does get stuck in a sleeping bag at one point so...this is what you get.

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I originally called this 'a gently Sefikura epilogue' and then went and sketched out 10 chapters and now it's looking like an *aggressively* Sefikura epilogue haha. We start with a speculative stab at the Remake/Rebirth universe final battle and go on from there with some ✨Cetra magic✨ and eventual warm fuzzies.

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).

final chapter list for At Dawn

it's about to hurt for a couple chapters, sorry

but they say it's always darkest before the dawn...

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.