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[gcdwinged]

@nibelfist : liked for a starter

" 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌. " he speaks it like a promise. a fact; as simple and as clear as the sky is blue. lips curl upwards as feline eyes fixate upon her desperate face. " call to him all you like, he won't answer. "

[razubomb]

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( incorrect quotes / accepting !! )

Tifa: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Jessie: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Tifa: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Jessie: You and me!!! Tifa, tearing up: Okay.

Jessie, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know! Tifa: How? Jessie: How what? Tifa: How could they be worse? Jessie: They couldn’t, I lied. Tifa:

Jessie: Am I going too far? Tifa: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

[hopeflower]

she steps outside with aerith , a hand lifting to cover her eyes from the sun and her gaze pointed upwards . ‘ the sky makes me feel so small from here , ’ tifa says quietly before glancing over to aerith . ‘ are you feeling alright ? I know it’s different from midgar … ’ a pause as a chuckle follows , ‘ bigger . ’

     𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥  𝐬𝐤𝐲  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧;  and  yet,  this  moment  now  was  something  beyond  her  wildest  dreams.  the  warmth  of  the  sun  might  have  been  a  little  much  for  other individuals,  but  not  for  AERITH  GAINSBOROUGH.  no,  she  welcomes  it  with  all  her  heart!  she's  standing  there,  pink  and  red  clad,  basking  in  the  light  like  a  newly-bloomed  flower.  she  is  rooted  in  the  moment,  boots  planted  onto  the  ground  with  her  heart  open.  hands  rise  to  clasp  above  her  chest,  and  bright  greens  soon  disappear,  for  her  eyes  close  in  content.  a  tilt  back  of  her  head,  she  allows  the  sun's  rays  to  shine  upon  her.  the  cetra  relishes  the  moment  like  it  is  the  last  to  come;  and  as  if  gaia  responds  to  her  very  presence,  a  soft  breeze  rolls  along  by:  the  planet’s  way  of  saying  hello.   ❝  hmm,  ❞   an  inhale  and  exhale  follow  suit  to  tifa's  inquiry.  a  beat,  and  aerith  opens  her  eyes  again  with  a  smile.  greens  lock  onto  her  best  friend,  [  it's  safe  to  call  her  that,  right?  ]  and  the  brunette  gives  a  nod.  ❝  yeah,  way  bigger.  there's  so  much  to  see  in  this  world...  ❞   excited,  the  florist  hops  on  over  to  tifa,  arm  quickly  linking  with  hers.   

    ❝  i'm  ready  for  it!  are  you,  tifa?  ❞

@nibelfist 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗.

[reevc]

nibelfist asked:  “ look, i know we’re not exactly friends, but right now, you're all i got. “

enemies to lovers || accepting @nibelhart

She was right, they where not really friends. though, he knew very well -- how hard it could be to be alone. Reeve watched from a far with just about anyone. Not really anyone in SHRINA wanted to be friends with him, so he didn’t blame it -- his own co-workers tired, but failed since he was the type to --- not open up. but right now, a woman, A normally strong woman needed someone. Reeve wasn’t one to comfort anyone, but he was going to try his best to do so. Smiling softly he slowly nodded his head a little bit. 

“I won’t leave. You need a shoulder to rest on, I’ll be here. I could never leave anyone with out one. It would be very disrespectful of me after all.” 

[judgementkazukun]

ff verse when

right now bitch but listen we gotta plot bc so far i know about 2 details and it's 1. he's absolutely ex-turk and 2. also a bodyguard in wall market

[lupellis-a]

     he had refused any help with his surprise for tifa’s birthday ( save for marlene who, with any help, was doing her job keeping tifa from leaving her bed so denzel’s gift could stay as secret as possible ). he was no stranger to using the stove, & he’d helped tifa flip pancakes more time than he could count—— it had been much easier to make a small stack of pancakes than he’d thought it was going to be, save the many dishes he’d have to take care of after tifa enjoyed her breakfast.

     now, he crept up the stairs with the tray of pancakes, juice, a single flower in a mug & his homemade card as cautiously as possible——   he’d been so careful making the food that he wasn’t going to let a trip on the steps ruin all of his hard work. finally, he reached the top of the stairs, making his way to tifa’s room.

    ❛ tifa!  ❜  

     he moved a little too fast in his excitement, & the tray almost slipped from his hands. he leaned slightly to right it, all but holding his breath as everything tilted, & didn’t start to breathe again until it settled & he continued to make his way over, setting the tray down at her lap with a grin that beamed with pride.

     ❛ happy birthday! i made you breakfast! & a card, too!  ❜  

     if anyone had accused him of looking shy, he would have denied it, but there was no hiding it in the moment. he watched her closely, eyes a little wide & head tilted in curiosity.

     ❛ do you...do you like it?  ❜  

                                                                                     - happy birthday tifa! ( @nibelfist )

[lupellis-a]

     things still didn’t quite feel normal. cloud had been back for a few weeks before attempting to return to routine. his & tifa’s friends stayed for a bit too, giving him the chance to meet him & hear stories & learn more about their travels & memories. though most of them had left by then, barret stayed to spend time with marlene. with them gone for the day & cloud on one of his first deliveries since his return, that left denzel & tifa to keep each other company.

     though the bustle of all the visitors had been fun, denzel enjoyed the quiet. he sat at one of the bar’s high stools, feet swinging & chin in his hands as he watched tifa prepare for the evening at the bar. he didn’t say much, choosing instead to watch as he turned his thoughts over in his head.

     he had a question. a question that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask. on one hand, asking might make her upset, & that was the last thing he wanted. he’d enjoyed seeing the smile on her face with all her friends around, & he didn’t want to remind her that she might have been upset. but, on the other hand, he didn’t know when he would next get a chance to ask. it wasn’t something that he wanted to talk about with marlene around, & definitely not when he was anywhere within earshot of cloud. he let out a little sigh, straightening himself up to finally ask.

      ❛ hey, tifa? ❜  

     once her eyes were on him, he ducked his head a little, trying to figure out how to ask his question without sounding upset.

     ❛ are you mad at cloud? for leaving? ❜  

                                                                                        ( starter call! | @nibelfist )

[lupellis-a]

( * soft family things | @nibelfist​​​​ )  

‘ just focus on my voice. that’s it. you’re okay. we’re okay. ’ 🥺

     his eyes opened as he was shaken awake, & the moment he took in tifa’s face he was leaning forward, arms wrapping around her in as TIGHT of a hug as he could manage as his face pressed into her shoulder. the images from his nightmare were already fading, but the feeling of terror remained. he could barely hear anything over the sound of the pounding of his heart & his ragged breathing.

     a glimpse of his bed had proved that it was in complete disarray, meaning he already knew that it had gone one of two ways—— either he had tossed & turned & YELLED enough to wake marlene who got tifa, or tifa had heard him herself. either way, she was with him now, holding him in return & speaking words of comfort.

     they were okay. no matter what his mind had conjured, it wasn’t real. he held onto tifa just a bit tighter, taking an extra moment to prove that he was awake, that she was real, & he wasn’t STUCK in any more dreams. denzel sat there in silence for several more moments before it finally seemed to sink in, his grip loosening as his body relaxed.

     he wanted to say something—— a lot of things, in fact. he wanted to thank her. he wanted to ask her to stay ( just until he fell asleep, he PROMISED ), or at least ask to get tucked into bed again. but, instead he kept his head pressed against her shoulder, & the only thing that came out was a soft mumble.

     ❛ sorry i woke you up. ❜