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Tifa stared into the vastness of the Lifestream as it rippled within Mideel, translucent memories playing before her like a corrupt film.
âŠâŠI was devastated. âŠâŠI wanted to be noticed.I thought if I got stronger I could get someone to noticeâŠâŠ
She couldnât believe what she had learned from Cloudâs subconscious. That she had been his reason to run off to join SOLDIER. It broke her heart to know that she had treated him so poorly back then without realizing it. Even from this high up in the Highwind, the Lifestream looked so vast.Â
While the others spent their time sparring, planning, or exploring the airship, she was on the top, watching the world around them pass by. She was nervous around Cloud now, unsure if he remembered anything they spoke of while in the Lifestream. He didnât seem toâŠbut she had so may questions in her heart. Some confessions, too, she thought.Â
Someone to notice youâŠ? âŠâŠwho?
The brawler was so focused in her thoughts, she didnât hear Cloudâs footsteps approach.Â
She sensed his closeness and glanced over, searching his face and finding nothing readable. His eyes seemed to burn with something, though, which caught her off guard. Further still, she gasped when she felt his hand grasp her hip, pulling her closer to his taller frame. âCloudâŠ?â she whispered, flustered by his sudden forwardness. Her lips parted to say more, but they were silenced by a kiss.
âŠâŠYou, thatâs who.
Please.
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It came on what seemed like a regular night. She was closing down the bar, wiping surfaces and setting chairs on the table tops. Cloud had been lingering at the bar for a while now, long after her last patrons wandered out. He was quieter than usual, though Tifa was used to it. When he was this silent, it usually meant he was thinking, so she didnât want to disturb him, focusing on her tasks instead. Due to that focus, however, she didnât see him approach.Â
While sweeping the main floor area, she hummed to herself. Suddenly, arms wrapped around her from behind, causing her to pause and turn around, eyes wide as she looked up at a very determined-looking Cloud Strife. His eyes seemed conflicted, showing her nervousness along with resolution, as if he made a decision but didnât know if he could do it.Â
âCloudâŠ?â she murmured, her face burning at his closeness and how he was holding her in that moment. Before she could say anything else, his mouth was on her own, gentle and exploring. Asking permission.
Tifa reacted without thought, her hands moving to around his neck and playing with some loose strands of his blonde hair, body leaning into his embrace. She gave him permission by kissing him back, holding onto him, and feeling everything he gave her in that moment. The reasoning why didnât matter in that moment. Nothing else mattered in that moment.
The kiss felt like coming home and Tifaâs mind could only think of one word: finally.
are u the âi gotta to save everyoneâ protagonist or the âi did not sign up for this shitâ protagonist
#like i did not sign up for this shit but iâm gotta save everyone but iâm gonna be really bitter about doing it
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   I donât actually have any unpopular opinions about this fandom. Itâs a nice place (minus the ship wars) The only thing I can really say is like Iâd like to see more minor characters. I know of an active Jessie and an active Kunsel and that makes me REALLY happy.Â
Send me a â đ„ â for an unpopular opinion.
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First Class Zack:
Zack couldnât help but chuckle.
âSo you do have a funny bone. I was starting to wonder if you were born with a stick up your ass.â He patted Cloudâs shoulder once more before dropping his hand. âHey, donât worry about it. I may be a First, but Iâm no Sephiroth.â
   âNo. I... can be kinda funny?â shrugs in a more good-natured way and nods, finally he was starting to relax just slightly as he offered a small, small smile. âIâll... try to remember that... Iâm perhaps a bit too used to... having to watch what I say.â he admitted, flushing gently.      âItâs... nice to meet you, Zack.â
This needs to be said;
  I donât care what you ship, this blog will be a safe zone free from any of the ship wars that will undoubtedly crop back up with the remake looming ever closer on our horizon. Iâm not here to argue clo.ti vs. cler.ith. Iâm here to write and make memories for myself and my writing partners.   This blog will always be a safe zone, so you neednât worry about drama from me. Letâs continue to be friends and make new memories together even as people of a new generation are introduced to this timeless classic.  Both Tifa and Aerith are amazing, beautiful women and I will support both of them both in writing and in my gameplay. Thatâs all I needed to say, dears. Also. We all know that Cloud/Barret is the REAL OTP anyway.
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FEMALE. MUSES. ONLY. Yes. this includes trans or femme muses in general. Asks will come from my hub on anon â„ we do NOT have to be mutuals. / mumus specify muse.Â
Happy International Womenâs Day!
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Bold what applies to your muse & Repost.
THE DEVIL. Chipped nail polish. Glitter highlights. Tall trees with smooth bark. Tangled hair. Cinnamon sugar. Talking too loud and too fast. Overgrown flowers in your hair. Crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. Flirting. Walking home at three AM with no coat. Platonic hand holding. Blowing smoke out of your nose. Dragonfly wings. Chaotic good. Freckles. Fairy rings. Secret meetings. Gender nonconformity. Leather. Smudged eyeliner. Forbidden fruit.
THE REAPER. Computer errors. A shiver down your spine. Haunting beauty. Hard liquor. Crowns of thorns. Shadowed alleyways. Decaying plant matter. Shattered mirrors and broken glass. Corrupted memories. Stopped clocks. The scent of stale cigarettes. Tattered black hoodies. Walking your friends home. The crescent moon. The sea. A graveyard on a foggy day. Cold rings on cold fingers. Absolution. Looking out the window of an airplane. Soft kisses.
THE WITCH. Graffiti. Pretending to know what youâre doing. Worn paperback books. Growing up too fast. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Lace and combat boots. Moth wings. Candles on every surface. A weathered deck of cards. Turning the music up. Fireflies in jars. Calloused fingers. Drawing on your skin. Sunlight filtering through clouds. Petrichor. A dying rose in a jar. Wearing a crystal pendant. Illusions of spells. Black cats. Mint gum. Chapped lips. Dirt under your fingernails. The cycle of life and death.
THE WOLF. Murders of crows. Frostbitten leaves. Wolves howling at midnight. Knocking on your door. Leaving food out for stray animals. The twang of an acoustic guitar. Honey. Tiny red buds on trees. Claw marks on the walls. Golden eyes. Slightly too-long stubble. `
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    â...Womenâs day? Time to go pick up roses...â There was Tifa, Marlene, Elena, Aerith, Yuffie... He knew plenty of strong women. Women who could and would kick his ass into the next century.Â