#cloud/aerith

[geochic03]

So just an observation.

I have played OG FFVII several times over the last 20 years and have played Remake and am currently playing Rebirth. I have also played Crisis Core.

I have always thought the game was pretty clear that any "romantic" feelings Cloud had for Aerith was because of the mako poisoning jumbling up his brain with Zack's memories/stuff he told Cloud when they were together. And that any "romantic" feelings Aerith had for him was her connection with Zack and Cloud reminding her of him.

I mean Aerith wrote the guy for 4 years with no response. That is a lot of commitment and a hard love to just get over.

I also thought the game was pretty clear that Cloud had a thing for Tifa when they were kids, and Tifa was intrigued by Cloud. I mean, he remembered his promise when he came back to Nibelheim. I like the telling in Remake/Rebirth better, though. I think it highlights how much baggage the two have and need to work through personal and with their own relationship. But I thought it was pretty clear Tifa was the end game. Cloud finally gets the girl after all that time.

In Advent Children, I think Cloud is hung up on not being able to protect and save Aerith from her fate. Instead of doing what Tifa did, which was soldier on and live her life, Cloud is perpetually stuck in the past. I don't think it was because he was in love love with Aerith, but her death was a manifestation of him always thinking he was a failure. Of course the whole reunion thing was fucking up his mind too.

Anyways, that's my hot take on the shipping wars. I think if anything, we need to ship Aerith/Tifa harder, lol. Especially after Rebirth.

Edit: To be clear, I do think in the beginning Tifa latched on to Cloud as a remnant of her old life before everything went to shit. But I think she grew to love Cloud for who he is/realized Cloud was her person. Her hero. Cloud's feelings for Tifa I dont think ever went away, they just got complicated with his mindfuck from the Mako.

[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

[alligaytorswamp]

Cloud receiving her daily kisses commission for @indeedjaffa

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[hu-manbee-ing]

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[rocketbirdie]

yeah thanks for the heads up

[mxxn-archive]

Made this shitpost cuz they're both groups of three girls(?)

[say0ranarts]

scattered pieces🧩

[diglett-ex]

[priceofreedom]

toxic people in the ff7 fandom: *pinning Tifa and Aerith against each other on a daily basis*

meanwhile Tifa and Aerith:

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[kaban-bang]

okay

[yukinnn]

Experimenting on a new style

[mmariesr]

On a date

[whitesilverandmercury]

cloud/aerith flash fanfic

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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. 

[rocktis]

[canteatea]

Found you

[rocketbirdie]

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