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Theme was fixed by the ABSOLUTE BEST THEME MAKER IN THE WORLD @fiinalheaven
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nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕ : Holding hands
♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse
♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙ : Sharing a bed
♚ : Head scratches
♛ : Sharing a dessert
♜ : Shoulder rubs
♝ : Reading a book together
♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟ : Patching up a wound
♤ : Taking a bath together
♧ : Your muse playing with their hair
♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together
♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses
♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣ : Back scratches
♥ : Your muse crying about something
♦ : Slow dancing
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If at least one person in the immediate vicinity doesn’t think Cloud is cool, he will actually die.
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Sh*t Cloud Strife says
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Hello beautiful new followers! My blog is still a hot, unorganized mess, but thank you for following nonetheless ;u;. Feel free to like this for a starter and I’ll be sure to throw one at you as soon as I’m able! Also stan Sesshoumaru.
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There was a heaviness upon her shoulders that she couldn’t quite git rid of. The weight only seemed to grow heavier and heavier as the days went by. Some would say that they weight she carried wasn’t hers to bear, but when it involved the people she loved … she could only carry the burden with them.
Tifa was selfless. If there was something she could do to help others, she’d do it in a heartbeat, especially if it involved people she loved. So when Aerith asked them if they were ready to challenge Destiny itself? She agreed without hesitation, echoed by their companions beside them. As ready as she was to face Destiny head on, she couldn’t help but let worry gnaw at her. What lay before them was uncertain, and she couldn’t help but grow concerned about the fates of her friends. Especially with …
❝Cloud?❞
The brawler had been crouching down just a few feet away from him, her hands covered in dirt from the weeds she had been pulling. Most would complain about the work they had been doing. But she? She was fine doing it. The old couple that owned the yard were grateful for their help, and Tifa could only smile at being able to help them out. Plus, monetary compensation was their reward.
Cloud on the other hand…
Dusting her hands of dirt, she stood up, smiling at the bird that had decided to perch itself on his head before she crouched at Cloud’s level. ❝Doing yard work can’t be that bad, can it?❞ Their situation brought back memories of simpler times. Turbulent, but far simpler. She remembered his groaning as she had asked him to help her out with collecting filters, and she hums in amusement. ❝Just keep your eyes on the prize. It will be over soon,❞ she soothed, reaching forward to start pulling weeds on that end.
❝.. I didn’t train to be a gardener, you know..❞
One could easily have mistaken Cloud for pouting as he said that (and he almost certainly was, but he wasn’t about to let her see that). A groan of resignation leaving his lips when she turns to look at him, knowing full well that, even if he wasn’t in a situation where they desperately needed financial stability, he couldn’t say no to his long time friend. When it came to Tifa, there was something that always compelled him to say yes to most of what she asked of him.
He could never understand why, however.
Cloud takes one final glance at the bird on his head and decides that he just doesn’t care enough to put the effort into chasing it away. It’s bound to fly off on it’s own eventually, right? He busied himself with pulling weeds on his end as well as the rays of the sun overheard beamed down onto them.
❝Yeah, yeah. Next time we’re finding something better to do, though.❞
He can’t swing his sword at some leaves, after all. And swinging his sword is just about the only skill he really had. Or.. At least, that was what he liked to tell himself. He doesn’t like to bring up the fact that he seems to have a knack for squatting, dancing, modeling and darts. He just happens to not completely suck at all of that.. Coincidentally.
❝.. So how’re you holding up? In general, I mean...❞
No money, mo’ problems
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It’s wild how the majority of the FF7 party all suffer from survivor’s guilt. Some of them several times over. Tifa, Aerith and Barrett lost more friends and family than they can count that it’s a miracle any of them have even an ounce of positivity left in them.
#musing;#FF7: Everyone must suffer#Reeve also stuck in his personal 'I feel partly responsible for some of this shit' hell
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No money, mo’ problems
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❛ I’m waiting, Cloud.. ❜
Those words still weighed heavily on both his mind, and his soul. There wasn’t a waking moment in his life now where his thoughts hadn’t been occupied by him. And though he’d seen (what Cloud had assumed to be) visions of the man before.. The fact that he knew he was here now. That he knew he was real.. There was an ominous sense that things were even worse than he could possibly imagine them to be. And Aerith’s foreboding words about Destiny only seemed to amplify those concerns.
When they set out on this journey to find Sephiroth, Cloud convinced himself that he was prepared to do anything to stop him. No matter what the risks involved may have been, he would see this through to the end.. And finally settle the score with him. But was that really true? The more he thought about it, was he truly prepared for what may lie ahead? Could he still say that, even if the road ahead led to regret? Even if it led to losing..
❝Nn..❞
Something lands on his head that momentarily breaks him away from his thoughts. The telltale chirping of a bird causes him to groan as he decides on whether to just chase the damned thing away, or be nice and let it fly away on his own. Their group had stopped by a small village not too far off from Midgar after beginning their journey after realizing that they’d essentially set out on this journey.. without any money. And you know what they say. No money, more problems.
That’s actually the opposite of what they say, but Cloud would prefer to have his pockets overflowing than running on empty. Who knows where this journey will end up taking them? At the very least they should be able to afford food and equipment. He thought to use his ‘mercenary expertise’ to land a few jobs around the nearest town they could find. Jobs, of course, meaning fighting monsters.
Instead? He’s doing yard work and small errands for the locals with Tifa. Which he clearly wasn’t too thrilled about.
❝I hate it here..❞
See? Not thrilled in the slightest.
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My Cloud and Tifa redesign!! <3
Available on my Etsy store as print!:
https://www.etsy.com/listing/718303283/cloud-and-tifa-final-fantasy-vii-art?ref=shop_home_active_2&crt=1
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Cloud pouts because Tifa wants him to do a thing that’s not swinging his buster sword
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❝𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩?❞
❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 '𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝'..❞
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When you get experimented on to become a super SOLDIER train your ass off to be in SOLDIER, but your friend punches giant monsters out cold after just working out.
#Cloud 'I had to be stuffed into a tank for my strength and she just did push ups' Strife#fiinalheaven
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Cloud, why are you running? ):
❝I’m not running..! I just..❞
He has no retort. He knows he doesn’t.
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❝Some things are just more important than money, I guess.❞
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okay but are you ready for tifa smooches—
❝!!❞
❝??❞
❝I think someone over there needs some help--❞
Behold, hardened First Class SOLDIER Cloud, flustered by a simple question.
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