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FINAL FANTASY VII: REMAKE (2020)

[whitesilverandmercury]

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞

a cloud/aerith playlist

daughter ‧ be on your way / rafferty ‧ good life / lennon stella ‧ pretty boy / vance joy ‧ from afar / the vaccines ‧ all in white / SYML ‧ mr. sandman (cover) / lauv ‧ lonely eyes / the hoosiers ‧ a sadness runs through him (acoustic in a church) / vance joy ‧ i'm with you / bleachers ‧ wake me / of rust & bone ‧ next to you / somme ‧ broken hearted lovers / ben howard ‧ oats in the water / lily kershaw ‧ darker things / RKCB ‧ naive / JVKE ‧ golden hour / mxmtoon ‧ feelings are fatal / lord huron ‧ the night we met / hozier ‧ to be alone / emily james ‧ i saw your face / disclosure, london grammar ‧ help me lose my mind / leo. ‧ despair / echos ‧ guest room / davey muise ‧ fragile with me / denver pike ‧ a dream / richard walters ‧ the rules for lovers / wild child ‧ meadows / evan barlow ‧ if you care / halsey ‧ ya'aburnee / MOTHICA ‧ sleepwalk / joji ‧ glimpse of us / penny and sparrow, stephanie briggs ‧ duet / jacob lee ‧ artistry / faouzia ‧ bad dreams (stripped) / the platters ‧ the great pretender / gert taberner ‧ in need / the civil wars ‧ pressing flowers / amber run ‧ i found / saint motel ‧ happy accidents / night riots ‧ all for you / alice kristiansen ‧ lost my mind / the brummies ‧ alone with you / trading yesterday ‧ she is the sunlight / art school girlfriend ‧ an uncomfortable month / ghostly kisses ‧ call my name / gia ford ‧ sleeping in your garden / hozier ‧ NFWMB / seafret ‧ remind me to forget you / matt maltese ‧ as the world caves in / dodie, lewis watson ‧ not what i meant / autoheart ‧ wretch / jaymes young ‧ i'll be good / cigarettes after sex ‧ apocalypse / paul anka ‧ put your head on my shoulder / willamette stone ‧ heart like yours / christabelle marbun ‧ salvation / brent walsh ‧ cloud's song / dermot kenney ‧ don't forget me / tom odell ‧ another love / SYML ‧ the dark (sparse) / rob dickinson ‧ the end of the world / AURORA ‧ soft universe / hozier ‧ first light

[tholiabentz]

Watching the flowers finally blooming around just fills my heart with happiness 😊 #Aerith #FFVII

[protemporescitor]

Clerith fanart idea:

So, apparently Cloud plays the piano, and Aerith can sing. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

[whitesilverandmercury]

OH FUCK I WASN'T UNTIL NOW

[whitesilverandmercury]

ff7 headcanon vignettes

in which zack can’t look away

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november [ ν ] - εγλ 0001

“Call your shot!”

There is a Shinra training facility in the armpit of Junon’s cannon dock, where they gather up roaming monsters and pen them in for shooting drills. MOA check. Alternate position. Second alternate. Supplementary. FFP—go. Infantry practice their marksmanship from the rusty rig of a wing that circles the perimeter, high up over the monster pit. Zack lays on his stomach across the width of the walkway, chin on folded arms and feet wagging where he’s so tall they stick out between the rear rails.

“You turkey necking?” He’s teasing. From the far side of the monster pit, prone in scuffed pauldrons and tactical helmet, Cloud calls back that no, he is not turkey necking. The huff and pout that precedes it is audible. “Fix your follow-through, then, Strife—”

Bang.  

Since Modeoheim, their names have fused like broken bone. SOLDIER Operative: Fair, Zack; First Class. Support: Strife, Cloud; Private, First Rank (Candidacy Status: 3rd Class Preliminaries).

Bang. Bang. Bang.            Bang.

Every time Cloud moves position—runs, kneels, pivots on heel to launch up from a squat and run again—the weathered grated steel of the suspended walkway rumbles like it wants to fall. Four monsters left. Three. Cloud shortstop slides down close enough to Zack he could reach out and shake him by the scruff if he wanted to, except Cloud’s in position and tracking, elbows to the insides of his knees, forehand hold and breathing loud but controlled through his nose. Two monsters left. Bang. One. Bang. Zero. Solid target priority this round, he tells Cloud. Solid work.

Cloud’s thank you is muffled and flat. He yanks off his helmet as if coming up for air, wipes his brow into his shoulder. When he looks over, it is all bright blue eyes and sweat-sweet blond hair, soft tongue between the teeth smile that curls like paper burning. Proud. Like they’ve done something together, him and Zack.

Something, tightening in Zack’s chest, curling as it begins to burn.

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Final Fantasy VII: Rebirth Demo → Puppy Cloud

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@whitesilverandmercury I LOVED THAT FIC!!!! Here's a book binding I made of it? ;-; It was so good

[tharkflark1]

is it rlly a soriku kiss if theyre not trying to eat each others' faces

[whitesilverandmercury]

Zack Aerith Cloud ☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - ha ha

i see what you did hahaha very smooth

i will post them all separately then link back here!! ;)

[whitesilverandmercury]

zack/aerith fic

read more on AO3

love at first sight april [ ν ] - εγλ 0001 

It happens like this—love, that is: a crash, then sunshine. Angeal, the war is over.

A church, a girl.

It isn’t a playground rhyme, but it sure is like one. Hands clapping, laughter scintillating. Jump-rope games in Gongaga sun. Little girl, little girl, go upstairs; little girl, little girl, say your prayers . Little boy, little boy, get your Shinra employee number; little boy, little boy, now you’re a man (a monster). Boys become men and some men get woven with mako, and these mako men survive crash landings into flower beds from heights higher than there’s any business surviving. It had to have been the flowers. 

Feathers. 

“Hello?” 

Maybe, Zack will end up wondering one day, she wasn’t ever afraid of him at all, then afraid of exactly that. 

What do angels dream of?

When she turns, hands behind her back, her hair whips russet brown and shot through with gold in the sun, as it pours in through the jagged teeth of the place he’s just fallen from. “Aerith,” she says. It’s her name. Is he OK? 

He’s Zack. He’s OK. (And he is, actually, in the moment; he’ll feel it later, and it’ll be gone in the morning.) 

He says something stupid, of course, because it’s his specialty. Girls from Corel, they get along so well, boys from Junon, they always do things wrong . She tells him it’s stupid, and her laughter scintillates. Girls from Midgar, they never see the stars, boys from Gongaga, they — Clap clap clap, jump. A date…? 

“Don’t step on the flowers!”

Zack never wonders why it seemed so easy, so possible—to just reach out and tuck loose hair behind her ear. There’s not much to wonder about. A crash. Sunshine. 

[whitesilverandmercury]

cloud/aerith flash fanfic

read more on AO3

december [ ν ] - εγλ 0007

At the inn in Kalm, she’s thinking about remembering things that haven’t happened yet—or maybe remembering she’s forgetting to remember something, forgetting how to recall things that have yet to happen. Aerith can still feel his whisper from the flower petals, burning in her fingertips like holding them over a candle flame: Good work today, guys! Stop that, Cloud had said. “Stop what?” But she’d stopped wiggling her fingers over the burning wick. Not funny, he said. Not normal. “Cloud, who wants to be normal?” 

She’s looking at him. He’s sleeping. The inn creaks wearily around them. Warily. Her heart creaks in her chest—or whatever is tightening unfairly around it—because she is forgetting she remembers Cloud’s skin, the soft wet flame of his tongue between her lips, the scuffed knuckles and scarred boots, and yet it is impossible to forget he doesn’t remember her. Not before October, at least. Before Reactor 1. 

Memory is a shapeless stream of a thing, anyway. Always moving. 

Everything is connected, she says earlier, before he falls asleep. What about Tifa? “Don’t care.” He does care. That’s why he was extra quiet, just breath and body heat that means he’s alive. In Kalm’s tiny inn, he’d tiptoed over to join Aerith in the bed she’s in, they’re both naked now from the waist up and smelling of kisses, her sweat on his sweat, their one skin. Before he falls asleep, she tells him there’s no future, no past, not even present, really, there’s just Now. Just one long string of Nows. On his back and one folded arm, Cloud blinks sleepily up at the exposed beams of the ceiling, this rustic little wattle and daub town that reminds him of home. “Hm,” he replied. Which is typical of him. Aerith remembers that well enough. It makes her smile. Oh, you. Oh you— 

The plans changed. She doesn’t ask him what plans are, if there is only Now. He falls asleep easier than she’s ever known. 

[mai-chemical-romance-deactivate]

idk who needs to hear this but,,,every piece of fandom content you make should be self indulgent. you should be creating because it gives you happiness and nothing less. you aren't a machine meant to only give to other people. the enjoyment should always come before the validation.

[whitesilverandmercury]

otp song prompt meme

ff7 / zack/cloud

send 🎶 + a song for a little flash fic inspired by the song

send 🔀 for a little flash fic inspired by a random song from my own music

specify canon or au (and what kind)

add 🔞 for nsfw (it will be age locked)

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[ria-neearts]

Aerith.

[racketghost]

every time i start to feel cringe for being too deep in the hyperfixation i remember the intense depression i have waded through and have to remind myself that enjoyment is fleeting (so grab it with both hands), and life is for loving (so hold that love close), and if anyone thinks i’m cringe they must not be having a very good time (and i hope they can find a good time soon).