Update: This time there’s rain, and it looks amazing. Like last picture update, I’m putting this in the midst of the chapter where it fits with the text, but of course you can see it see it at the sources here and here.
The Broken Rose Page
<–Chapter 8 Chapter 10–>
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and settings are all property of Square Enix so I can take no credit nor claim any ownership of that. I do take some credit for the story’s plot.
Banner Artwork Disclaimer: The featured artwork for the banner is entitled White rose I and was created by the very talented Deviant Artist RemusSirion who was gracious enough to grant me permission to use it here. The picture has been slightly altered from the original. All rights belong to the artist, and links are included for both the artist page and the work.
*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Accompanied by her protector, Aeris takes a walk through the Whispers, encountering various townsfolk until something even Sephiroth cannot control occurs.
A string of purplish colored lights growing smaller from right to left, from the right center to the left hand corner. The lights are against a dark background. “Chapter 9 Excursion” in white is in the upper middle above the lights.
The sun was still bright in the late afternoon as Aeris stood by burnished windows. Daylight tinged clouds held the edges of dusk in a sky that was only half clear. Apprehension jumped in the Cetra’s chest behind the raised clasped hands, coupled close with slight excitement much to her surprise. Swathed in a white dress of soft layered skirts, its accents palest pink. It was fuller in length coming down to mid-calf for this evening’s venture out. A bow of that hue was wrapped round her waist and tied with a flourish behind. Aeris ran fingers along silk so smooth, though with silver it could not compare, but the Cetra still loved how the garb hid her stomach and all those hated lines. Squeezing her fist, the maid forced that down and willed her breath to slow. She was clothed. She was safe. She was here in the Whispers. Beneath full protection and care.
Continue reading →
Like this:
Like Loading...
The Shameful Narcissist Speaks 
You must be logged in to post a comment.