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Tifa & Aerith's Arcade Showdown! Final Fantasy VII

I just can't get enough of these two! Seeing Tifa and Aerith hanging out and getting competitive at the arcade is exactly the kind of wholesome content I live for. Their dynamic is truly the heart of Final Fantasy VII, and I love capturing these lighter moments. If you enjoy this piece, please leave a like and follow for more—let me know in the comments who you think won!

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character: aerith_gainsborough, tifa_lockhart, copyright: fortnite two girls, 2girls, tifa lockhart, long black hair, low-tied long hair, red eyes, black crop top, black suspender skirt, fingerless gloves, earrings, aerith gainsborough, long brown hair, braided ponytail with hair ribbon, parted bangs, green eyes, pink dress, red jacket, gaming pc, two separate pcs, computer monitor, mechanical keyboard, gaming mouse, gaming chair, lan room, winning, losing, rage, angry, furious, clenched fists, gritted teeth, open mouth, shouting, vein pop, victory, happy, smug, grin, open mouth, ^ ^, arms up, from side, two-shot, dutch angle, looking at another, mid-action A low dutch-angle two-shot from the side, seen slightly from below, frames the two young women at two separate desks pushed close together in a cramped dark room, the monitors on. On the right side of the frame, furthest forward, a woman with long black hair tied low behind her shoulders and red eyes wears a black crop top with black suspenders over a short black skirt, fingerless gloves on both hands, earrings at her ears. She has shoved her gaming chair back so hard it has rolled away from the desk and its wheels are still turned; she is half-standing out of it, weight jammed onto her left leg, torso twisted toward the right-hand monitor, both gloved fists slammed down on the edge of the mechanical keyboard so that the nearest key caps are pressed flat and two of them have popped loose and are tumbling toward the desk. Her shoulders are hunched up, her jaw is clenched, teeth bared, brows crushed down, one prominent anger vein at her temple, and a hot red flush across her cheeks and nose; her glare is fixed on the defeat screen glowing on her own monitor, where the elimination notification and a large rank-down readout sit. On the left, a woman with long wavy brown hair in a braided ponytail with a ribbon at the back, parted bangs, sidelocks and green eyes, in a pink dress under an open red jacket, has spun her chair fully around to face her rival; she has both arms flung up above her head in a wide V, one knee pulled up to her chest inside the seat, the chair tipped back on its rear casters at a precarious, happy angle, and she is laughing with her whole open mouth, eyes squeezed into crescents, chin tipped up, looking straight across at the raging woman beside her with delighted, merciless smugness. Her own monitor behind her displays the victory crown and a first-place banner, the reflected glow of the win spilling green-and-gold onto the back of her jacket and the ribbon in her hair. The room is small and close: two desks butted together in an L, cable spaghetti hanging under the edges, snack cans, a headset flung down on the left desk and another clamped half-off the right woman's head, the plaster wall behind them with a pinned-up blanket to deaden sound. Each monitor is the light source for its own half of the image — a cool blue-white defeat glow on the right throwing the raging woman's shadow up the wall behind her, warm gold victory glow on the left lighting the underside of the celebrating woman's arms and the ribbon tails flicking out from her turn. Everything outside those two pools of screen light falls into deep blue-charcoal darkness, and the two light temperatures collide down the middle of the frame between the two chairs. Palette is locked to screen blue, victory gold, black, and the one saturated red of the jacket and the ribbon on the left, warm skin and the flush of anger burning in it. Detail budget goes to the fists on the crushed keyboard and the popped key caps mid-air, the tendons in the shouting woman's neck, the flung-up arms and crescent eyes of the winner, and the angled monitor surfaces with their glow. The chairs, the cables, the blanket on the wall and the rest of the room stay simple. Exhilarated, loudly sore loser.

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