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AERITH HC: shaving!

my aerith is a trans girl! and she HATES shaving. shaving has become part of her morning ritual but she thinks its an AWFUL expectation for women.

she shaves her face for dysphoria reasons, but she doesn’t shave her legs or her underarms except every once in a blue moon when she’s feeling REALLY impulsive.

madame m gives her a FULL BODY WAX in wall market and afterwards, just like after every time she shaves her legs, she fuckin is SO AMUSED BY IT. 

‘cloud. tifa. feel my legs. feel how smooth my legs are. my legs feel like A SLIPPERY DOLPHIN. my legs feel like THE INSIDE OF A BATHTUB. my legs feel like A WAX CANDLEABRA.’ etc etc etc

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my aerith is 5′9″ and she hates that people are allowed to be taller than her. she’s like ‘i’m the tall girl.... i’m the limit to which people should be tall.’ in her head she is at least the size of barret and will not hear a word to the contrary

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aerith to @makopoint : i have an idea.

cloud: what.

aerith: tiddy transplant. transplant ur tiddies. to me.

cloud: you’re a FUCKING genius. wheres cid.

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sora: its okay apprentices <3 we forgive u for experimenting on people and letting radiant garden fall to darkness <3

aerith: haha funny joke. [raises picket sign that says GET OUT OF MY TOWN AND GET INTO THE TRASH CAN ORGANIZATION GARBAGE ]

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aerith loves all the leaf house kids, but she’d be lying if she said moggie wasn’t her favorite. precious angel who just wants to play pretend and make everyone happy? she loves them.... when cloud is mean to them it makes aerith pout and give him the silent treatment except it doesn’t work bc aerith can’t stop talking.

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AERITH HC: be gay do crimes !

aerith’s main specialties are healing / supportive magics, like arcane ward and sleep... but she has ANOTHER specialty.

stealing! when cloud gets the ‘steal’ materia, aerith IMMEDIATELY claims it for her own. with a lot of hard work, aerith becomes the party’s main stealer. while she’s not great at it at first, her silliness and bounciness becomes quickness, persuasiveness, and dexterity. she becomes a GREAT thief that can get ur rarest loot on one try!

aerith: ms. steal ur heart, ms. steal ur girl, ms. steal ur wallet.

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canon aerith basically just throws pies in the turks’ faces and they’re like ‘wow what a lovable scamp. we’ll never catch her alive!’ like the turks are just clowns in canon, aerith is a clown, sector 5 is a fuckin circus and nobodys trauma or war crimes are taken seriously

meanwhile in reality if the game took their relationship and the turks’ powersets seriously they would pose a real threat to aerith’s life and autonomy and she would be so scared of them and even tho she would be friendly and silly around them---she would have to be genuinely clever and LUCKY AS HELL to get away from them. and yeah, she’d still be quippy. but only as a means of distraction and bc she Cannot Stop Talking to herself when she’s anxious or cornered. and she probably knows she’s doomed anyway because she’s under constant survellaince and they’ll take her down One Of These Days, literally any day they want to when they start taking their particular mission to catch her seriously. but that just makes her more scared and makes her want to act out and act like a clown even more lol

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@destructiveglitch​ [ AERITH & CADILLAC ] send 💬 to hear my muse say what they really feel about yours !

“I quit everything I’ve ever tried, I pushed so many people away, and I thought---that it was because I was scared of them. Because people hurt other people. Even when they don’t mean to. But when I look into your eyes---I’m not scared. Even though maybe I should be." Aerith runs her bottom lip through her teeth, breaks off a piece of dead skin from the corner and swallows it, tongue dry. Her cheek bleeds on the inside, and she tastes metal and her own pain, and swallows that too.

“The truth is... when I look into your eyes. I see that I was never scared of anyone else. I was scared of myself. Of being too much for people, being crazy, being weird, being different, and alone and trapped at the same time... so I made sure I always ended up... alone, and trapped in my own head. I was afraid people would hurt me because of what I am. Not because they were bad, or they were wrong to exist. But because part of me has always believed that.... maybe I was?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s stupid. You’re supposed to reflect my worst fears. I’m supposed to look at you and see a monster. But all I see now.... is... everything I could be. If I actually tried. Everything I was scared to be. I see you, and you’re so strong, and colorful, and beautiful, and... fucking brave. And I think I.... could be that too. Even if it used to scare me. Because... looking at you? I don’t scare me as much anymore. I might be too much. But you make me want to be more. Even if... other people don’t like that, and it gets me in trouble.”

“And I guess that’s why I’m able to say this instead of just making a joke like usual?” Aerith pushes a sweaty, loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But don’t expect ANY more of a confession than that, Little-Miss-Makes-Me-Pour-My-Heart-Out. I’m not going to say I love you or anything. That would be....” Aerith rolls her eyes at herself. “Too much.” She pushes out her lip into a pout, crosses her arms over her chest, looks at him mean-and-cute at the same time in that very special ways of hers. “I mean... because it’s obvious, right? How I feel?”

“You know what I mean. Right? I’m about to lose my mind here if you don’t.”

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Aerith pushes a finger up into the air, her other hand drawn naturally to her waist.

“Petition for Reno to put on a real shirt.”

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AERITH HC: chatterbox !

aerith talks. a lot. she is constantly making jokes and teasing people. she can’t seem to turn it off most of the time. 

she’s warm and overly friendly even to people she doesn’t know---but even despite this, avalanche are her first ‘real’ friends besides her moms & her flowers (and zack, where ever tf he is lol). her chatterbox charm point comes in from her being pretty lonely her whole life. a happy, friendly girl---but one with anxiety about people (and rightfully so due to her trauma), who had to grow and learn how to be around people at all by being extremely brave. 

even after she started selling flowers, people didn’t seem to pay her much mind---and that was the only reason she could go out and about as she wished (due to shinra being fucks). aerith learned to entertain herself, to talk to herself, and even in moments when she isn’t actively teasing the avalanche gang, she’s usually entertaining herself with her own jokes and one-liners and silliness. she doesn’t know how to turn it off, bc she’s so used to thinking and talking out loud. being out and about with real people, real friends (and heroes to boot!), makes her so happy she can’t really stop performing for them and for herself.

she’s so used to being bored and alone---right now, life is so EXCITING and it feels REAL for the first time. like she’s actually DOING STUFF, stuff she’d never think to do on her own, stuff she knows she’s probably not brave enough to do on her own, even if she does have a spitfire heart full of certified moxie.

in a lot of ways, she view the avalanche gang as her HEROES. idols to look up to, especially cloud and tifa and barret, who are so brave and strong and COOL, even when they are being dorks. (she doesn’t mind. she considers herself a card-carrying dork too.) it’s so easy to love them, and fall in line with them. it feels like fate, but it also feels like she’s being saved, like she can finally live her life, free to choose instead of hide. they’re so special to her!!!!!

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WHAT COLOR IS YOU LOVE LANGUAGE? [ #AERITHEDITION ]

Peacock

Key words: gifts, doting, devotion. A crazy love that makes you want to tell every stranger you meet about it! Your love is wild and extravagant. You feel most loved when you're being showered in the attention of choice. You're a unique person, and you deserve to feel that way by the people you adore! You show your love by making the recipient feel as if they are the most treasured person in your life. Best matched with: Peacock, Mulberry, Scarlet

tagged by: @celestehart​ ( ILY THANK U!!!! )

tagging: @destructiveglitch​ @irnmaidn​ @nephils​ ( for utena [eye emoji] sidenote: OMG I DIDN’T KNOW U CHANGED UR URL AND I TRIED TO TAG U AND I WAS LIKE ‘OMG DID THEY UNFOLLOW..... #RIP....) @novumsomnium​ ( for punzie!), and YOU, DEAR READER!

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reno: 

aerith: BOO! WE HATE YOUR PUSSY. PUT ON A SHIRT YOU LIMP NOODLE

rude:

aerith: not you, sweetie. you’re lovely and i’m glad you’re here <3

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@gildedcrown​ [ KAIRI & AERITH ] girls gotta watch out for each other, y’know?

“Kairi!” So, maybe Aerith doesn’t know Kairi all that well. Aerith saw Kairi around when they were children, right? And she feels like she’s heard so much about Kairi from Sora and Riku that they’re practically already friends. She envelops Kairi in a full-body hug like play-doh swallowing lint and dried paint from where it’s smashed on a kiddie table. A comfortable, forceful hug, that exists whether Kairi wants it to or hugs back or not.

“Are you okay?” Aerith finally pulls away, bending her knees and extending a hand to either of Kairi’s shoulders to look her straight in the eyes, as if checking to see how the light meets her pupils. “Sleeping right? Eating right? Getting out for long walks in nature to feel the wind in your hair and the world at your fingertips?”

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@destructiveglitch [ pre-established PREVIEW ( AERITH & CADILLAC ) ] : romantic relationship !

As children, we fear the dark. We tuck ourselves in, careful our toes do not dip beneath the blankets---out into uncharted territory, the shadow cast by the nightlight, the clear domain of demons, monsters, candy-smelling witches who eat little children like you---you’ve heard too many fairy tales of babes pulled by their ankles, almost boiled into smoking stews, to not fear the same for yourself. But adulthood brings new challenges, and Aerith and Cadillac’s childhoods were full of real monsters, and not the kind us lucky children are allowed to remember.

They both fear bright white lights, scalpels, the prick of knives and teardrop blood that starts to spill like a river split. There is no anaesthetic for little girls built like them---no attempt to understand or empathize when they are experimented on, dehumanized. They are different---they must be changed, built anew. Just as Cadlliac was crafted like a poppet from Rhondite’s burning stars, a fire beneath his skin, the pain and betrayal even now cradled still to his chest like a crying babe, a shrill infant sob that pierced Cadillac’s lungs and the heavens he was built from---Aerith was transformed, a little girl who could talk to the dead, made into a prisoner within her own addled mind. Even after she escaped The Corporation and all its white-plated scientists, (paladins more like crusaders, white knights painted in unholy red)  she would grow to live in fear of them, to the point where again and again on her journey, she would believe her life as one meant to be sacrificed for others’ safety and prosperity, until it was no longer her choice.

The nightmare they were born again into, then, was not a traditional Halloween night, autumn leaves in red and yellow obscured by grey cloudy skies, illuminated only by a glowing full moon, no smell from a moving picture, no sight as visceral as a late night picture.

It was one of pure flourescent white. Light without color, blinding, with no shadow or respite, and no warmth. The white bit at your skin like a frost snake unbidden, and the white flakes that poured over the ground, shifting beneath their feet like sand, seemed to go on forever, unmelting, unrepenting, making each step a painful chore as they walked further towards the edges of their personal abyss. And worse still---there was no hiding their visions of each other in such a spotlight.

After so long of being considered monsters by the ones that feared them and the ones that had made them, they could only look upon someone else who had suffered just as much as they as their own worst fears. Somehow that hurt Aerith worse than just seeing her nightmares manifested. That she viewed someone clearly in pain, just as trapped here, just as frightened, as anything less than a person. Aerith was no meandering fool, despite her own warmth. She knew there was evil in every world---that there were people who did not deserve kindness, or forgiveness. But this monster had done nothing to her, and she refused to treat Cadillac as though he had. Though it pained her---Cadillac’s sprawling arms and legs, a spider seeming to digest himself inwards and outwards as his scalpels and eyes beckoned, puckered and pursed---she wanted to offer him friendship. And it had turned so easily into love.

Perhaps they are monsters, to love the objects of their own visions so. But they are not the ones that they were made to be. They are monsters instead, because they know the truth of the darkness, the truth of night, Eve biting into the apple just as the frost snake bites into their skin. In darkness lies the freedom to dream and to be completely yourself, ugly, frightening, exhausted, enraged, weeping, gasping, sobbing, real.

Cadillac was the darkness she always needed. The warmth of a sun and the breath of all its shadows, trapped in his chest, the scream beneath neon blue. All their lives, they had been surrounded by endless space out of their glassbox cages, worlds at their fingertips always beyond them and their control.

But life finds a way, even washed out as it is here. Chaos finds a way. And they’re meant for each other, Aerith’s tender brown Earth circling Cadillac’s star just as Cadillac’s rampant, joyful, maddening energy makes Aerith’s world continue to turn.

They will escape this prison---just as they have escaped every other. And they will take their place in the stars and the planets, dig their heels into the sky and the ground as they have in each other’s backs with every glorious, gentle, bursting thrust.

To love a monster in the dark is to love yourself, your true self, the self you do not want to show, but that belongs to you more fervently and truly than the face in the mirror or in any photograph.

Cadillac grabs Aerith’s ankle, her thighs, her breasts, the pudge of her stomach, and her face, and Cadillac knows she is real---no blanket to be seen in such a place, no hiding, no protection from being known and knowing in full harsh light. Aerith grabs him back---every arm, tooth, and limb, and she smiles and they both laugh and it breaks through the thrum of white into full saturated colors that threaten to blind them instead with tears. This is love---being boiled alive, being consumed and consuming. Visions and pale washed out light cannot hide taste and texture and feelings.

This is love---two monsters, two girls, two witches, who have made magic out of nothingness, who have made sensation out of fear, and who burn through the pale, and always will.

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@pcisoner​ [ AERITH & TABBY ] boys can be stupid, but girls are made of stronger stuff.

This is how they meet:

Technically, through a mutual friend. Cloud was a mercenary before he became an offical eco-warrior and tied his wagon to AVALANCHE, Barret and the rest. He worked with local gangs on hits before that. He’s not proud of some of the things he’s done, but money is money, and he soldiers on another day knowing that at least he’s still alive to tell the story. 

So Cloud, brave, strong, grumpy cloud, with a soft scowl that could only ever really frighten domesticated kittens, comes into Tabitha’s ‘shop’ with his arms full of Aerith, and now, I know what you’re thinking, leave the public displays of affection at home because Tabby hates those, but in this case, even though Aerith’s pretty red-brown hair is nestled like a halo against Cloud’s shoulder and her heart’s beating a slow & powerful red that seems to bleed out of her in bursts of love and affection, as she shushes Cloud, with a voice made of trust & love & soothing sighs... She’s also actually, LITERALLY bleeding out from her arm just below her shoulder, and her voice is hushed but her arm feels numb in a way that could be from the shock of the bullet lodged within it, or it could be because she might never be able to use her arm again, and Aerith doesn’t seem too, too, worried about it but Cloud does.

He doesn’t know where else to take her, so he took her here, that first time and every time since. How’s he supposed to explain this to a hospital when he has a criminal record---and so does she, and he thinks she might have been just a liiiittle high when she got into that fight with----let’s call ‘em Doofus and Dino, from Dhinra----and now she might lose her arm because of the world’s most annoying CEO, just because she believed in the planet, just because she believed in Cloud.

Aerith is singing a sad, sweet song her Mother used to sing to her before she passed. When she notices Tabby, her eyes light up, her mouth forms a brilliant, blinding smile, and she seems so awake and happy in this moment you might not even notice the blood pouring from her arm into the bandage Cloud crudely made with the bottom hem of his sweater. “Oh wow,” her deep, smooth voice is clear as a butterfly’s wings in the sun, though her mind is most likely not, and she tilts her head back against her seat in Cloud’s arms and swings her feet to and fro. “You’re gorgeous.”

That’s how they meet, and to this day Tabby claims they should’ve gone to a hospital---but Aerith didn’t lose her arm, so she says it’s fine, and now Tabby’s her hero and her best friend that she couldn’t do without, especially since SHE KEEPS coming in, with less severe wounds, of course, but wounds all the same. A knife to the leg there, a lesion there, a burn there. Aerith’s more scar tissue than not beneath her pretty, dirty, lacy dresses that smell a little bit like marijuana and a lot like pollen and fresh earth. She only lets Tabby see that, now, though.

She never really trusted real doctors, anyway.

“‘S just a scrape, this time.” Aerith says, wrinkling her nose. Aerith hikes up her skirt---there’s a gash in her thigh that goes scary deep, and yet she sits on Tabby’s apartment toilet like a little kid waiting for an anti-septic and band-aid from her Mother. “No need to be worried, Tabby Cat. I’m fine. You want some of this?” She dangles a small packet of weed in front of her bestie. “You look stressed.”

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AERITH META: [based on this post]

I think this is really interesting. And shows how convoluted sephiroth and his plans have become. If he really wants to change the future where he "loses" what he should do is fuck with himself until he doesnt kill aerith. But instead he fucks with cloud bc he sees cloud as this great underpinning of himself, refusing to acknowledge his own part in his own defeat and definitely refusing to acknowledge aerith as the actual key piece that can save everyone except him. Probably bc at this point he just wants to win and doesnt want to be saved bc he doesnt want to admit he HAS to be saved. 

my thoughts from aeriths perspective is. The fact that shes coherent of her own death and that she has to sacrifice her life to save the world. That's not a good thing. Yes its selfless. Yes it's kind. But wanting to die isnt righteous. 

Theres always another way. 

She talks in the game about how she quits everything she tries which is. Such an interesting line. And then shes always so willing to sacrifice herself in the of before she goes on the adventure in og for like. Marlene. But like. I think it's a flaw. 

I think theres another way, and I think maybe sephiroth is right to not want to kill aerith for reasons beyond simply wanting to Win and I think it would be interesting if they bonded and they both learned. 

Death is not the answer. 

Living is the answer.

Going on even when it's impossible is the answer. 

Being human--not good or evil, not right or wrong not jevona or cetra just HUMAN. Is the answer.

They were never supposed to be gods bc no one is supposed to be god. they were supposed to be human. and having spent so much time together as children, before they were reborn as the lifestream/jenova respectively. makes them the perfect candidates for changing each other and changing fate, by growing from their flaws and their thoughts of the life as a deity they think they have to have.