#ancient knowledge; headcanons

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Cetra headcanon time! Granted totally late at night. But it just kinda hit me as a kinda cool concept. Many years before Aerith and her birth mother Certain certa could hone their ability to bend the flow of energy to crystallize it. Many choosing plant life like flowers to showcase the beauty

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I really like the idea that Aerith’s ability is smaller than what Ifalna could, this not out of lack of ability, but guidance. As Aerith struggled to accept who she was and lack of a teacher. Being self taught she has many obstacles she put in her own way.

So Aerith

Ifalna

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This is a cetra lullaby and I’ll hear no argument on it

also hi

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THIS

Is like the best example of how I envision Cetras especially those in love. Deep beings yet can be silly/ruthless/lovely dovey general distrust of humans pain over how humans have harmed the world.

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I like to believe Aerith likes to sing but her songs reflect her pain and the world as she knows it rather than her playfulness. That it allows her to let go for a moment. Tsukiko Amano’s work for Fatal Frame is a perfect fit for what I see. This one is Koe which I find the best for her still lingering and longing for Zack.                                         English translation below readmore

If you're still alive, under the sea,

I'll cut off both my legs and become a fish.

If you come close enough for me to fall into the depths,

I'll become a shadow, wandering the endless darkness.

Entrancingly drifting in the air, my shimmering haze,

I only remembered the days that weren't granted to us.

You're not here. I know that. I know that.

Rising, rising, the sun Purifies this place.

The seal carved in blue Is stolen away by the warm, warm wind. If these words ever reach you, I'll take my living body and throw it away.

A present [as in "now" not "gift"] that has erased my vivid wounds -

Your warmth that steals everything -

I longed for them, I searched for them

Even though they're illusions. Vanishing, vanishing, your warmth Follows me to this place.

Your arms that could wipe away even punishment -

I want to sleep embracing them.

Rising, rising, the sun Purifies this place.

Your arms that could wipe away even punishment -

I want to sleep embracing them.

Vanishing, vanishing, your warmth Follows me to this place.

The seal carved in blue Is stolen away by the warm, warm wind.

The splinters of memories are rotting away.

The piercings that fill me aren't enough. I'm forgetting - it's blurring -

Your voice disappears in the noise. They're rotting, they're shedding -

The piercings that fill me aren't enough. Without leaving a trace - I'm forgetting - Your voice is becoming noise.

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🤬 🦄

🤬 Personal rules on swearing? How often do they swear? Do they swear in front of kids? 

She’ll swear when there’s need, but doesn’t have much of a sailor’s mouth herself. Though on occasion it will just slip out, especially when she’ll stub a toe.

🦄 Animal they wish were real? 

She hasn’t really had want of mythical animals as they have so many varied animals in the world. But flying dogs would be a plus for sure!

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She’ll never say it aloud but Aerith loves the way Cloud pouts, it’s a major reason she loves making him groan because she loves seeing the way he purses his lips.

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Her hair, the flowing locks are just so beautiful Aerith would love to braid it.