Final Fantasy Rebirth - Blog Posts
...still confused a little about somethin' everyone else seems to take in stride.
what exactly is the relationship between cait sith and reeve tuesti...?
like, cait is a robot. there are multiple copies of cait sith, ala the extra one in reeve's office in rebirth, the one being crushed in chapter 13 of rebirth, the one that blows up in dirge of cerberus. dirge of cerberus also has that awful scene where there's a cait sith inside of a reeve robot. (it. scared me. so. bad.)
does reeve control him? but he doesn't have to, 24/7, because in dirge of cerberus, the two are in the same room, and they interact. and you know, cait works 24/7, even when reeve is in board meetings and whatever. does he program him from his office?
maybe that's why cait takes a nap is cosmo canyon and freezes at the end of nibelheim, in rebirth. he's being updated with reeve's new information...?
playing rebirth makes me feel SO BAD for reeve/cait sith. he tries SO HARD to convince AVALANCHE that he's truly on their side, that he wants to help people and do the right thing, and right when they're FINALLY warming up to him, rufus/tseng/whoever makes him throw that trust away and give away the keystone. he doesn't WANT TO T-T
even in the beginning of chapter 12, when he pulls cloud aside, he's trying to talk them out of going, so he doesn't have to trick his friends. he doesn't want to betray these people who are trying to save the planet.
side note. do we think any other exectives know about reeve's little switcheroo with the wanted posters??
on my rebirth replay i had the stellar idea to write down the loveless prelude and compare it to the "original" loveless poem. also it's color-coded.
later i'm gonna think harder about my big "explore differences" note. maybe on the airplane. i mean, what do you do on an airplane anyway? analyze fictional religious poetry.
rebirth hard mode update:
aw man. everyone was right. rufus stinks. i forgot he was IMMUNE TO ELEMENTAL DAMAGE?? HOW??
plus, i'm going on vacation, and i will not get another opportunity to try again until i get back. he's just gonna haunt me for a week. i'm gonna watch so many videos about hard mode rufus. i'm gonna get him. i am not going to pysche myself out of fighting him. i am gonna get him. he's gonna say "and yet here. you. are." in that stupid tone that i like so much when he summons darkstar. and i'll blow him up.
thinking about "say goodnight, pippilly...!" followed by the losing music.
rebirth hard mode update:
those adjudicators and yin and yang with JUST CAIT??? oh. my gosh. AAAAAAAAH. thank goodness for the fat moogle acting as another target 🙏🙏🙏
also i did NOT get the box throwing game my first playthrough... but i had much more luck this time, it only took me three tries :) not. that. bad!!
rebirth hard mode update:
FUCK GI NATTAK!!!! THAT WAS SO SCARY :( AND DOOM??? i literally forgot about doom and got so nervous i dropped the controller and died :(((
btw reraise TOTALLY works. does gi nattak recast doom immediately? ...yeah. but MORE TIME!! IGNORE THE MP COST.
after taking a 4 month break after beating the story, i am back on my rebirth grind for the plat (i'm going to go insane but i like platinum trophies.)
i just found out viceroy sarruf is implied to be rufus 😭 wdym they pulled a gerad again??? i wanted it to be someone completely unrelated but nooOOOo.
Sephiroth tree of life symbolism is driving me insane-
That one cutscene near the end of the game where Sephiroth is near this a humongous tree near the Forgotten City and that rainbow rift in the sky has me thinking.
And of course he chooses to transform into Bizzaro Sephiroth, in the Forgotten City, NEAR THE TREE.
If the Lifestream and its many worlds represent branches/roots of a tree and that Jenova meanwhile is busy corrupting the Lifestream...
According to Norse mythology, the god Odin hung himself on the world tree to obtain knowledge. Just like how Sephiroth got his knowledge from the Lifestream (or future events).
Then maybe Sephiroth would have to do the ultimate sacrifice. I find it fitting that a villan named after the sefirot will be the one to save everyone at the cost of his life.
This may not happen in Part 3 obviously, but it's a great theory methinks.
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That would be a CRAZY way to end things. Part of me wonders how genuine they're being when they're saying the R Trilogy leads up to Advent Children. If Sephiroth DOES get some form of redemption...do the events of AC not play out the same way? Or is it the remains of the Sephiroth that WAS? Crazy stuff...
guys like pretty pretty please i need a new ANYTHING IN SEPHIROTH X READER TAG I BEG😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i may have to resort to writing things myself. it has been about a week. maybe more.
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Cloud Strife
I tiptoe through the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards groaning ever so slightly under my weight. The walls are lined with a series of doors, each one leading to a different room in this peculiar bug hotel. The place is eerily quiet, as if the very air itself is holding its breath. My heart thumps in my chest, a steady rhythm that echoes in my ears. The excitement of our adventure with Cloud and the Avalanche group has worn off, and now, all I crave is a good night's sleep. But my mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, refusing to let me drift into peaceful slumber.
I pause outside Cloud's door, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I know I shouldn't disturb him, but I can't help feeling drawn to his stillness. He's always so stoic, so in control. Maybe he has some advice for a restless soul like me. I push the door open gently, just enough to slip through the crack without making a sound. The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the lace curtains. Cloud lies on the bed, unmoving, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He's so handsome, even in the quiet of the night. His blonde hair is a stark contrast to the dark fabric of the pillow beneath his head. The shadows play across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the furrow of his brow. It's clear he's deep in thought, or perhaps lost in a memory. I take a step closer, the floorboards protesting under my tentative approach. He doesn't stir, doesn't acknowledge my presence. I wonder what keeps him awake, what secrets he's hiding from us all.
The room is small, almost claustrophobic, with the scent of antique wood and a hint of something else, something faintly metallic. The bed is the only piece of furniture, save for a nightstand with a single drawer. On it, a few personal items are arranged neatly: a small bottle of potion, a pocket watch, and a few pieces of gil. I dare not disturb his things, but the urge to know more about him is overwhelming. I settle for a chair in the corner, watching him from the shadows.
Finally, I decide to break the silence. "Can't sleep either?" I ask softly, my voice barely a murmur. Cloud's eyes flicker in my direction, and for a moment, I hold my breath. Then, ever so slowly, he turns to face me. "It's the quiet," he says, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "It's too quiet." I can't help but smile a little at his honesty. "Yeah, I know what you mean," I reply, crossing my legs under me. "But we're safe here, right?"
He nods, his eyes searching my face in the moonlit darkness. "We are," he assures me. "But my mind…it's never quiet." I bite my lip, considering his words. Then, I make a bold decision. Carefully, I stand and approach the bed, sliding in beside him. The mattress dips slightly under my weight, and I feel the warmth of his body seep into mine. He tenses up, clearly surprised by my audacity. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice tight.
"I just thought…maybe if we talked, it would help us both relax," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. His eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to protest, but I place a gentle hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Please, Cloud," I whisper. "Let me help." He looks at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he relaxes, allowing me to settle closer.
We lay there in silence for a few moments, the only sound the distant chirp of a cricket outside the window. Then, I feel his hand cover mine, his thumb stroking the back of my hand in a small, comforting gesture. "Alright," he says, his voice a bit softer now. "What's on your mind?" And so, we begin to talk, our whispers filling the quiet room with secrets and fears. He tells me about his past, his battles, and the weight of his responsibilities. And as he speaks, I realize that behind the stoic exterior, he's just as human as the rest of us, with his own share of pain and doubt.
As we talk, Cloud's flustered state gradually fades into something more comfortable, his body language loosening as he lets down his guard. His breathing evens out, and I can feel the tension in the air dissipate. He's still looking at me, his gaze intense but no longer alarmed. I can't help but feel a warmth spread through me, a connection forming that goes beyond our shared mission with Avalanche.
I find myself admiring his eyes, those piercing blue orbs that seem to hold the essence of Mako energy. They're like windows to a soul that's seen more than it should have. Without thinking, I reach out and run my fingers through his silky blonde hair. It's a gesture of comfort, one that feels surprisingly natural given the circumstances. His eyes widen a fraction, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he seems to lean into my touch, his shoulders relaxing against the pillow.
The sensation of his hair between my fingers is soothing, each strand a thread of gold that tells a story of battles won and lost. I'm lost in the moment, the feel of him, the sound of his voice, and the warmth of his presence. It's strange, this intimacy we've found in the middle of the night, but it feels right, like a balm to the ache in my heart.
His hand still covers mine, his thumb continuing its rhythmic dance across my skin. The simple touch sends a thrill through me, a spark that ignites a fire within. Our eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, the world outside our little sanctuary ceases to exist. The air between us is charged with something unspoken, something that neither of us dares to name. Then, as if sensing the shift, Cloud clears his throat and looks away, his cheeks a hint of pink in the moonlight. "We should get some rest," he murmurs, his voice gruff.
But I can't resist the urge to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his body against mine. I scoot closer, pressing my side against his. He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, his hand stilling on my hand. We lay there, the space between us shrinking until there's no room for doubt. I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek, and the scent of him—a mix of sweat, steel, and something inexplicably comforting—fills my senses.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice his gaze darts away from me, focusing on the wall behind. His cheeks are definitely flushed now, and there's a noticeable bulge in his pants. I swallow hard, my own body responding to his proximity. I've never felt anything quite like this before, and the realization that Cloud might be feeling the same way sends a thrill through me.
With a trembling hand, I move to the side of the bed, reaching over to him. "Cloud," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let me help you relax." He looks at me, his eyes questioning, but I don't give him a chance to protest. I take his hand in mine and guide it under the blanket, placing it gently on the bulge in his pants. He gasps, his eyes going wide, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he lets me guide him, my hand over his, as I begin to stroke him through the fabric.
The material is rough under my touch, the outline of his erection clear and firm. His breath hitches, and his eyes squeeze shut. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice strained. "What are you doing?" But there's no rejection in his tone, only a hint of wonder. I lean in closer, my breath warm against his ear. "Trust me," I whisper. "Let me make you feel good."
With a shaky nod, he lets me push his hand aside and takes over, my hand wrapping around him with a gentle confidence that surprises even me. His skin is hot to the touch, and he's already slick with need. I stroke him slowly, watching his face as his features contort with pleasure. His jaw clenches, and his hips begin to rock slightly in time with my movements.
"Shh," I whisper, pressing a finger to his lips when he lets out a moan that's too loud for comfort. "We don't want to wake the others." He nods, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut. The desperation in his movements is intoxicating, and I can't help but smile to myself as I continue to tease him. His hand grips the blanket, knuckles white with the effort of staying quiet.
But the thrill of discovery is too great to ignore. Carefully, I slip under the covers, my heart racing as I pull away the fabric of his pants. His erection springs free, and I can't help but gasp at the sight of him. He's beautiful, every inch of him. I lean in, my breath hot against his skin, and take him into my mouth.
His hips jerk at the sensation, and I hold him steady, my hand at the base of his shaft to guide him. I suck him deep, my tongue swirling around the tip, exploring every ridge and vein. His breathing grows ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he's trying to hold back, to keep from losing control. It's a delicious power, knowing that I can give him this kind of pleasure.
My cheeks hollow with each suck, and I feel the muscles in my neck strain as I take him deeper. His hand finds its way to my hair, his grip tightening as he guides me to a rhythm that feels like it's been written in the stars. The room is filled with the occasional rustle of the sheets the only indication of our movements. It's as if we're the only two people in the world, lost in this moment of shared need.
Cloud's breathing becomes more erratic, and his hips begin to move with more urgency. I know he's close, his body tensing with the effort of containing his climax. I suck harder, my hand stroking him in time with my mouth, feeling him swell even more in my grip. And then, with a strangled cry that he tries to muffle with the pillow, he comes, his release hot and potent in my mouth.
I swallow, savoring the taste of him, and pull back to look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, his chest heaving with the aftermath of his orgasm. He looks absolutely spent, and for a moment, I wonder if I've gone too far. But when he opens his eyes, the look of pure ecstasy on his face tells me everything I need to know. He's never looked at me like that before, and the knowledge that I put that expression there fills me with a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat between my legs.
He gathers me into his arms, pulling me close so that my head is nestled against his chest. I can feel his heart hammering against my cheek, and the steady rhythm lulls me into a sense of calm. He nuzzles his face into my hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize my scent. It's a tender moment, one that feels more intimate than the passion we just shared. I wrap my arms around him, holding on tightly as if I can keep this moment from slipping away like sand through my fingers.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ .
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAY CLOUD!!
I wish I weren’t so late 😭
The same alternate AU universe I did not yet talk about of Final Fantasy 7. I’ll add more to this drawing later.
An au universe with Cloud from Final Fantasy 7. I’ll add more when I feel like it later. 😂
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We need Vincent 💯
please square i am begging you for my vampire bf