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peaks in

#i'm here to freak out specifically about cissnei #but also my muse is back a bit bc of ccr

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don’t have the mental capacity to run multiple blogs catch aerith on @oftempest

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don’t have the mental capacity to run multiple blogs catch aerith on @oftempest

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i should just put aerith on my multi and then she’d be more active . . . 

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it’s been a hot minute but i’m around

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𝐙𝐀𝐂𝐊.

It didn’t matter who else was there, mako hues refused to shift. Glued to her figure. Like an angel, she seems to appear before him once more, all light && shinning in the current dark. But any hope, relief, joy that might come with seeing her again is halted. Jaw clenches, he can’t he doesn’t want to see her here, as much as h’s missing her, seeing her here can only mean one thing. ShinRa’s got her && with that thought hammering him his mind, heart drops.  ❝    Aerith ?  ❞    Why was she here ? 

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               it’s like something out of a dream - the sort of thing only a mind in the throws of a horrific nightmare could dream up.  cold steel reflects in emerald eyes, gazed fixed on the ghost standing in front of her.  a trick?  no.  the state he’s in-  it’s too cruel.  ineffective as a trap, good for nothing but eliciting emotion.  exactly the kind of torment she’s been subjected to since arriving.  she half expects him to drop dead on the spot, but the minutes tick by and nothing happens.  nothing but steady breathing and tears clawing at the edges of her eyes. 

              ❝ it’s me, zack. ❞  the only evidence of the emotion swelling in her chest is the way her voice breaks when she speaks, nimble fingers fumbling to scan the keycard she’d stolen to secure her freedom.  ❝ you kept me waiting so long, i figured i’d come and... ❞  she can’t even keep up the façade.  he’s been right here.  a train ride away.  right under her nose.  her heart aches.  how long?  how long have they kept him from her?  there’s no time for anger but-   ❝ what did they do to you? ❞

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ʜᴇʀᴄʙʟᴇᴅ ↬ in every reality: i'd find you && i'd choose you. #i'm so stupid excited for this thread

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ok i wrote 1 thing am i done?

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@strfd​ whispered: ❛ we dont get to chose who we love & who loves us back . ❜

               like so many times before, his words stop her in her tracks, leaving her off balance and defenseless as she stares up at him.  the ease with which he throws the very sort of seriousness she’s spent most of her life avoiding back in her face is both fascinating and mortifying, something that simultaneously draws her in and pushes her away in a maddening dance.  green eyes sweep over his features, studying each line and curve as if looking for the evidence needed to prove he’s lying, playing, just trying to get a rise out of her.  it has to be there.  no one is ever so sincere without an ulterior motive.  no one, except...

              we don’t get to choose who we love and who loves us back. 

              he’s right.  she’s never once chosen who she’s fallen in love with.  it’s always happened by some spectacular accident.  a hole in her roof and a couple of dead flowers.  helloooo?  those eyes.  the same eyes.  that shade of blue, like pockets of the sky glimpsed through the steel hanging above her head, glowing - literally glowing with stolen life.  one date turns into three or four, none of them labeled for fear that the one that’s named might be the last.  her teeth sink into her lip.  i want to spend more time with you.  a little bit more time.  this isn’t what she had in mind. 

              a duplicate, drained of color.  the same sword.  the same eyes.  the same history - just not with her.  he’s quieter, somewhat surly and a little broody.  the perfect thing to bounce her newfound energy off of.  a mirror, reflecting stolen traits back at her.  the similarities are sometimes so overwhelming that she can’t see the differences.  the changes in her balance the changes in him.  it could’ve been this way.  it might’ve been this way.  that isn’t fair.  they’re not the same people.  he’s not the same person.  zack’s never coming back. 

              if she could choose who loved her?  in all honestly, she’s lucky she isn’t the one deciding who loves her - she wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

              ❝ why’re you so stubborn? ❞  she laughs, but it’s an empty sound choked by tears.  her palms push at the corner of her eyes, but though the sound stranges her words nothing ever seems to come.  ❝ you’re better off-- ❞  a deep breath, grasping at anything that could change the subject.  derail it before she admits something that she can’t take back.  she loves him.  she loves him, but she doesn’t know why.  better.  he deserves better.  he deserves-  ❝ tifa.  she’d be heartbroken, hearing you say stuff like that. ❞

              but... that’s sort of the point of what he’s saying, isn’t it?  that they aren’t in control of who they love or who’s fallen in love with them?  her fingers fold together behind her back, curling about each other so tightly that her fingertips tingle.  she’s trying to protect him.  she just wants to protect him.  because there’s no guarantee that what’s between them is real.  there’s no guarantee that it will last.  and if something happens to her... she wants him to be happy.  

              he doesn’t deserve to wallow the way that she has.  sitting by the door, waiting for it to open.  a puppy without an owner.  she misses zack.  ❝ you don’t wanna hurt her, right? ❞

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱᴛʀꜰᴅ ↬ show me how to love again; with you i think i can.

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strfd​:

you may ask how evil am i ? well just ask @floraheart

my aesthetic is letting phantom think they’re an evil genius and then dropping what’s gonna drop in .5 seconds uwu

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me: i’m not feeling good abt my writing also me: proceeds to bust out a rlly nice reply to @strfd

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The Killers Miss Atomic Bomb

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ › i've learned you can be homesick for people too. #[ i simply think the phrase ' your gonna miss me when i'm gone ' is v sob punch me in the face ]

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆…

private & selective aerith gainsborough of ffvii sung by rory.  like or reblog if interested in interacting!

                                                     𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘.

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@hercbled​ whispered: With a swiftness of step, he cuts across the battle-torn terrain. Whilst the cheers of the crowd seem to swarm around them, Zack pulls her against his chest. Strong arms lifting her with ease, spinning her around && around. IF THEY ARE BEING HAILED AS THE COLOSUMS SHINNING BATTLE COUPLE, they may as well play the part.

Having her this close again, hearing her rapid heartbeat keep in time with his own, each thump thump thump, just cement that need to hold her close. && soon the lines between showmanship && reality blur. He wants to press his lips to her own, to leave her as breathless as he feels, but at the same time, he doesn't dare. It's too intimate, too private, its theirs && theirs alone. To share it now... No not here, not now.

Instead, placing her back on the ground, fingertips intertwined with her own, as he brings their jointly clasped hands to his lips before raising them into the air. A SIGN OF VICTORY.

               𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳 and gasping for a proper breath of air, heart hammering in her chest like a bird beating it’s wings against a cage.  the dirt beneath her feet is marked in elaborate haphazard patterns - footsteps and drag marks and blood spatters entwining to create what might be a masterpiece if observed from a distance.  on the ground, she’s too close to make any sense of it, lungs too full of dust and eyes too focused on her companion to wax poetic about the ground. 

              a squeal of laughter peals from her lips as he lifts her into the air and spins her around.  the world around them blurs, nothing but shapes and shadows and bits of color, the only thing in focus his face.  his smile.  those eyes like the sky but a thousand times safer.  she’s never letting those eyes out of her sight again.  her grip on him tightens, her toes pressing back against the earth.  she can feel it too - the need to disappear into him.  

              not now. 

              later though.  after they’ve left the arena.  after they’ve been lavished with their winnings.  in a quiet room with the door locked behind them.  she lingers close to him even then, banter exchanged easily.  laughter and smiles and cheeky compliments.  there’s a rip in his shirt, a gash so big his stomach is half exposed.  she’d already healed the skin beneath.  ❝ let me- ❞  the rest dies on her lips, but her hands are already in action. 

              up and off.  her fingers brush up along his stomach, pushing his shirt up over his head, laughing as she steps close again.  ❝ i’ve got something for you for getting me that trophy, ❞  fingertips trace line of his shoulder, curl against his cheek, gently coaxing him downward.  it’s slow.  steady.  he can stop her whenever he wants.  but when her lips are finally pressed against his - that’s her true reward. 

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ʜᴇʀᴄʙʟᴇᴅ ↬ in every reality: i'd find you && i'd choose you. #hi mari <3

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&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  smut  /  nsfw  implied  sentence  starters  with  not  so  vulgar  language.  )

❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜

❛ i can’t get enough of you. ❜

❛ i’ve never done something like this before. ❜

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

❛ i’m not jealous. ❜

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ 

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜

❛ there’s so many things i wanna do to you. ❜

❛ take off your clothes. ❜

❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ is this okay? ❜

❛ you know you love me. ❜

❛ i want you to feel good. ❜

❛ make me. ❜

❛ i want this. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ want me to model these for you? ❜

❛ we have to make this quick. ❜

❛ what are you looking at? ❜

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break. ❜

❛ don’t you know what you’re doing to me? ❜

❛ i really want to kiss you right now. ❜

❛ this is a one time thing. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

❛ did i say you could stop? ❜

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜

❛ i want to see you. ❜

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜

❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜

❛ you look good with my hands around your throat. ❜

❛ i’ll be good, i promise. ❜

❛ you’re really good at that. ❜

❛ shut up and kiss me already. ❜

❛ you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜

❛ tell me what you want. ❜

❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜

❛ you can be rough. i can take it. ❜

❛ and where do you think you’re going? ❜

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜

❛ you could never hurt me. ❜

#/ i thought i reblogged these here and guess i never did???

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#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ʜᴇʀᴄʙʟᴇᴅ ↬ in every reality: i'd find you && i'd choose you. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱᴇʟꜰ › a flower blooming in the slums.

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆...

private & selective aerith gainsborough of ffvii sung by rory.  like or reblog if interested in interacting!

                                                     𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘.

#sweats #i've been working on this for hrs

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@strfd​​

he’s standing behind her , naked & vulnerable ; the water hits bare skin , drips down his body , as it does the same for her . she’s not facing him , well , not at FIRST anyway . but it doesn’t change how he feels . how did he get into this situation again ? something about asking her if she needed help . yes , that is what he RECALLS . she said she was going to go wash her hair . & what had he said ? what did he say ?

‘ do you need help with that ? ’

what he DIDN’T expect was that she had said yes . he hesitated , of course . had far more respect for her than that . he couldn’t . he SHOULDN’T . looked away from her discarded clothing & in another direction that hadn’t been the bathroom . he DARE not strip his own . not yet . how was he supposed to wash her hair though ? it had been then that she called for him , asking if he was coming .

& THAT is how he got into his current position .

the space in the shower is cramped , it can barely fit the two of them , but it is still doable , maybe . he STRUGGLES not to let her know how he REALLY feels about this . cheeks flushed a rosy hue , & his heart rate skips beats . he could have said NO . he could have declined . & yet , he stands : water running down both of their exposed bodies , & somehow ENJOYING every bit of it .

his lips curve slightly upward but it’s ONLY for a moment . careful is he in not letting breaths escape TOO quickly - he doesn’t want to make it THAT obvious . his hands dare not trace against her back either . though he wants to , he reserves himself to doing what he had come in there for . he can CONTROL himself . running his hands through her hair is honestly MORE than enough for him . he is content with JUST that . he doesn’t need to do anything else . he doesn’t have to do anything else .

except ...

puzzled he is , when she turns around . it is enough to have a sharp intake come from him . holds it there for a moment , before releasing it seconds later . up until now , he’s been GOOD about not acting out . it was better when she had her BACK turned . but now ? chest to chest , she’s facing him with a STRANGE curiosity . he blinks : once , twice . takes her in entirely - well , as much as he can . iridescent hues of blue STARE back at her ; studies her carefully . what does he do ? what can he do ?

well , what does he WANT ? that is the question .

she seems to look back at him too . he wonders what she’s thinking . does she want him to turn around now ? was is HIS turn ? did she want to wash his hair ? it seems like the only option , right ? he’s waiting for her to say something . but ... she doesn’t . why ? why isn’t she ? though the longer they stand there , in silence , the MORE buildup he can feel . he’s nervous , he’s anxious . what does she WANT ? he’s asking himself that . but he should have been be asking : what did HE want ?

finally , his hands move . HE is moving . a hand gently finds its way to her cheek . rests there tentatively . even more hesitant on what he is ABOUT to do . thoughts are racing . ( don’t think , cloud . she’ll stop you if she doesn’t want it ) thoughts WERE racing . takes another breath in . closes his eyes & leans in .

if she wasn’t going to kiss him . then , at the very least , he will kiss her . if they were to be as intimate as taking a shower together , then she wouldn’t mind just a little bit MORE intimacy , yeah ? just this once . he won’t think about it any more . maybe sometimes , its okay to give in & do SOMETHING you wanted .

& he wants to kiss her .

               pink garments litter the gawdy motel carpet in a trail leading to the run down little bathroom, unceremoniously discarded save for the ribbon that seems permanently affixed ‘round soft brunette locks.  rather than thrown to the ground, it’s tied around the hilt of his blade, resting against the wall near the door, ready to be used for defense should anything happen.  the flower girl pauses a moment to admire her handiwork, to marvel at the way it looks - two gifts from a ghost long gone but not forgotten, woven together the way the recipients would soon be.  

              if he were here, it would be him.  if he were here...

              ❝ cloud?  you coming?  ❞

water hits tile in a deafening din, the spray speckling the textured glass door that renders the interior of the shower naught but vague shapes and splashes of color from the outside.  goosebumps rise on her skin as the temperature in the room changes and fluctuates, steam already fogging the lopsided mirror that hangs over the cracked bathroom sink.  now or never.  the tile is rough and cold on her bare feet, weight shifting back and forth as she pulls her hair free of the braid she wears it in and sighs, stepping into the little glass box. 

              if he comes, he comes. 

and come he does, movements laced with anxiety and embarrassment.  as much as she wants to, she doesn’t watch as he sheds his clothes, focusing instead on scrubbing the dirt of travel from her pale skin.  so focused is she on her task that the sound of the door opening nearly causes her to jump, a sharp and sudden movement that she plays off as stepping forward to make room.  how does he look with beads of water running down perfectly chiseled muscles, blonde hair plastered to his face and his-- 

              calm, aerith, calm.  ❝ here, ❞ she hands him the shampoo without looking, cheeks red from the situation or the heat?  slender fingers fumble with the control for the hot water, turning it down slightly as he runs his fingers through her hair.  it’s gentle.  he’s always so gentle with her, working out the knots with care and precision.  it wasn’t what she planned but she could stay here for hours, curiosity kept at bay by the shear tranquility of the moment.  the intimacy of it all.  

              she turns when he’s done, finally allowing herself to look only to be rendered speechless by the sight in front of her, far more splendid than she had anticipated.  it strikes her in that moment that she is far more gone than she’d dare to admit out loud, so entirely taken with him that it feels for a second as though she might cry.  no one has ever been so close to her, not in such an undeniably intimate way.  close enough that she can touch, and indeed she does, her palm resting against his stomach.  

              kiss me.  the request is lost somewhere between her heart and her throat.  her lips part and nothing comes, wandering eyes fixed on his face the second they stray too far up.  the rest of him is lovely, a temptation she can barely resist, but his face - he’s so impossibly beautiful.  kiss me, please.  he must’ve heard her, or maybe she said it out loud, but his hand comes to rest against her cheek and her own jumps to hold it in place and soon after he’s leaning forward, eyes closed, lips parted.

              a surge of movement.  the bottle of shampoo clatters against the floor.  her arms slip around him, dragging herself closer until their bodies are flush against one another.  how many times have they slept tangled up in this exact position-?  it’s different like this.  every inch of her presses against every inch of him, locking together like a puzzle, head spinning from the heat (or is it the thrill?).  curious fingers trace after drop of water as the run down his back, idle movement done with next to no thought, attention fixed entirely on lips against lips and the taste of him and the water still pouring over their heads. 

              ❝ don’t. ❞  when he pulls away, she pulls him back, eyes fluttering open to lock with his.  green and blue.  the planet and the sky.  if he leaves her now, the dramatic part of her thinks she’ll certainly die on the spot, or at the very least crumble into nothingness without him there to hold her up,  ❝ don’t leave.  i want you to stay.  i want you to-- ❞  she pulls him down to kiss her again.  

#suggestive / #long post / #/ is it just suggestive rory? #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱᴛʀꜰᴅ ↬ show me how to love again; with you i think i can. #/ i did not expect to get half the shit i got for this but like #/ i'm blown away by these asks y'all deserve a gift damn it