an unintended guardian

Roost - Original: Chapter 3

2009-11-28T06:24:52Z

Well, when you're on a roll I guess...

Type: Original Work
Title: Roost
Rating: PG
Warnings: Main character is a lesbian.
Summary: If you have a haunted/cursed item, the Roost will take it for you. Please don't worry, they are the very best.

Part One: (801 words)
Part Two: (588 words)
Part Three: (1411 words)

"And we will discuss it."

He nodded though there was no one to see him. "Thank you."

-+-

"Anything else I can get you?" The question was asked in Spanish, a quick dialect that spoke of a Puerto Rican background.

"Rice milk, tequila, and-" Magpie looked at Robin. He still seemed to have a dark cloud over his head.

"If they have any real soda?"

"I have some with cane sugar, if that's what you're asking?" The waitress responded, switching languages with a casual grace.

Robin nodded.

From Mapie's left, Feather's eyes drifted to the door. If one looked closely they would see the butts of her weapons resting under her arms in their holsters. Both she and Robin were typically armed lightly at all times. Feather was armed by professionalism, Robin by minor paranoia.

Minor paranoia was good in this area and Magpie wouldn't chastise for it. He twitched slightly when the waitress clanged a plate. Perhaps she would have to talk to him. The shot of Tequila went down smoothly and Magpie smiled at the warm feeling it left down her throat. She then ordered soda water.

"Do you think this priest will show up or not?" Robin's eyes were large; it was a shame that he'd been wounded. Magpie reached her right hand out to pat him.

"He'll show, just eat your chips and be calm." Maybe she should have had Feather sit by him. Magpie's own world was loud, far louder than Feather's. The silence she brought with her was the most calm in the world. She leaned a bit on the other woman's shoulder.

"We didn't bring the box." Feather sipped on her rice milk contentedly. Most people didn't know anything about the sweet beverage; Magpie had to admit it wasn't her favorite thing in the world. But if your bodyguard liked strange drinks, you provided them.

"It's my box." Magpie responded.

Robin opened his mouth to respond, but the door finally opened. "Oh, well isn't he just adorable." Robin was far too young to sound so bitter.

He noticed Feather and a relieved smile lit his face. He hurried over and offered a hand to Magpie. "Hello, I'm Father Austin."

She shook his hand firmly. Father Austin had a nice grip, her father's method of greeting people proved valuable. The spirits about him were wild and untamed, but then again, he couldn't have been much older than twenty five. "I am Magpie, you've already met Feather and this is our associate, Robin."

Feather nodded politely and did not shake.

Robin snorted and flicked his hand dismissively.

Father Austin did not look like he felt welcome and fumbled with the chair a bit. "I… I really need the box."

This was going to take more Tequila, Magpie surmised.

-+-

"I told you, the woman said her name was Magpie and her grandmother's name was Bordeaux." The line crackled in Father Austin's ear. It didn't help the fact that he felt rather panicky. He hoped all his words were clear and took time to annunciate them. Despite all the advances in society, one could still not get a clear line to Rome on a bad night.

"Bordeaux? It's fairly common. She gave you no other information at all?" The Bishop was difficult to speak with when he was pleased. Lately, with turmoil from a United States Nun group and with some scandals he was particularly unpleasant. "This is extraordinarily troubling considering your wishes as far as the Order of Paladin is concerned."

The threat wasn't exactly there, and it wasn't exactly away. The Bishop was also the head of an elite order. From what Father Austin had read, there were scattered orders in the world still. They ranged from some veiled system that the universe operated on. Father Austin had only been permitted to learn about the Order of the Paladin, Order of the Grey Knight, and Order of Black Knights. The information had been sadly slanted for his tastes, but there was little to be done about it.

What bothered him was the fact that the book had claimed there were seven orders. Seven deadly sins, Seven virtues, Seven Orders. They were sometimes called Houses, or Clans as well and they weren't exclusive, as one could belong to two at once. Father Austin had been told many times that it was nothing he needed to dig into, that they were fairytales.

Well guarded fairytales, like the woman with the nice figure who had the box. "The woman on the phone confirmed that the box had the priest's spirit in it, but she claims that his spirit isn't alone."

That earned a pause. Father Austin couldn't tell if the clicking was the Bishop's tongue or static. "Go to Columbus then. Return to Rome directly after. You will need a debriefing."

Father Austin flinched at the sound on the line and swallowed. He didn't quite care for the sound of that.

-+-

"So you see, I really do require that box." Magpie was gracious at least, she offered to buy him dinner and the food was excellent.

"You dragged me out here for this, Mag?" Robin had one eye and it narrowed angrily.

Magpie was nonplused. "I'm sorry about Robin, he's cranky."

He growled and took a long drink.

"I'm afraid you can't have the box. We're going to release the spirits and I have an appointment to send the demon back next week." Magpie thought a moment and then looked at Feather.

Father Austin's eyes took in her side arms as Feather twisted and pulled out a purple blackberry. "Yes, the agent will arrive at seven in the evening and Nick's agents are always prompt."

"You… have an appointment for an exorcism?" He barely seemed to have caught that comment.

This gave Magpie pause. "I suppose you could call it that. Really I'm just going to transfer him over and then Hell's agent will pick up the bottle."

"Hell… has agents?"

"Where else would agents come from?"

"Hell is not something we are supposed to happily deal with and-"

"Oh get used to this shit, kid." Robin cut him off. "It's not what you think it is, trust me."

"And who do you think you are?" Father Austin snapped. Feather arched an eyebrow and Magpie scooted closer to her. "Seriously, do you not think I haven't heard this song and dance before? I'm not naïve. Most people who have the calling actually do research."

"I've been you, kid." Robin slammed a palm on the table and gained the attention of the staff. "Don't be so fucking presumptuous."

"So what, you couldn't handle it and you dropped out so you're enlightened now? Is that it?"

Robin stood quickly, pitching his chair to the floor and knocking over the table behind him. In one fluid motion he yanked Father Austin's shirt up between the collar and neck and slammed the younger man into the wall. The angle allowed him to push his forearm against the priest's neck.

Shocked, Father Austin gurgled. He couldn't hear Magpie's voice, or the staff.

Feather was there, quietly, calmly, and steadily. The back of her hand drifted up Robin's cheek and he relented. Gently, Feather used two of her fingers to pull Robin's chin over to look down at her. She smiled.

From the floor, Magpie crouched beside Father Austin. "You shouldn't say things like that to people, kid."

There was coughing and sputtering, but Father Austin was in agreement there. She yelled in Spanish to the waitress who yelled back with long hair bouncing in agitation. Fire and heat flew from the kitchen. Magpie shrugged before turning back to the fallen priest. "I think this meeting is over."

Father Austin watched as Feather rested her hand on Robin's shoulder and his hand closed about her own. "I need to go; I'll meet you at the hotel."

She nodded. "Be safe."

He didn't acknowledge her, but she didn't seem bothered.

"What in-" once again, Father Austin was cut off as a napkin was flipped up in front of him.

"This is the number you should call if you desperately want to be there when we transfer the item. I suppose if you wish for it so strongly, I should allow you to at least feel confidant that the item is safe and we have done as we say. But you are not to insult my people again, understood?"

He didn't want to argue anymore.

X-posted to drakonlily

Roost - Original: Chapter 2

2009-11-28T02:50:21Z

Type: Original Work
Title: Roost
Rating: PG
Warnings: Main character is a lesbian.
Summary: If you have a haunted/cursed item, the Roost will take it for you. Please don't worry, they are the very best.

Part One: (801 words)
Part Two: (588 words)

"That sort of thing stays with you, Feather."

-+-

"Little Robin Redbreast, sat upon a rail." Feather sang out loud into the workroom.

A pair of legs, clad in jeans that were stained with wood finish replied in a light tenor "Niddle, naddle went his head; wiggle, waggle went his tail." The arm that reached out had a bright red and black feather tattooed on the forearm. A stained hand gripped a bit of sand paper. "What's up feather?"

"I had a run in with a priest today." She didn't hop on Robin's table instead she let him work and plopped down on the floor. "He wanted Mag's box."

"Did he now?"

"And I think he was actually straight. Don't see many of them."

"We have straight priests, thank you."

"You left the order."

"I…. there was a lot to that, Feather. I'm more useful here, wouldn't you say?" He continued working on the table in silence. It was a few moments before he continued.

Feather smiled fondly, but he couldn't see. "I like you, that's more important than useful anyway." Gently, she then added. "You know there wasn't much you could ha-"

"I don't want to discuss this, Feather."

"Robin, it was-"

"Just drop it."

"Fine." With that, Feather got up and left the room.

-+-

The card was soaking up the liquid from the tea, part of the black dye was coming off. He growled and wiped at it. "Cheap card stock…" The priest covered his napkin and pressed down. When he pulled it away, a number with a 614 area code was displayed. He smirked. "Well I'll be damned."

The woman's voice on the line was crisp, but not exactly unfriendly. "This is Magpie."

"Your name is Magpie?"

"You're calling numbers that randomly appear from cards and you're questioning who answers?"

"You have a point." There was a pause as the young priest thought. His order wouldn't be at all pleased if he left the box to the woman with the nice body. He cleared his throat and hoped she couldn't hear him. It was not proper, the young man reminded himself, to think of people that way. "I've been instructed to reclaim that box for my order, there's supposed to be a priest's spirit stuck in there, you see."

"Oh there is, and a demon, and a man named Astor. I'll handle it."

"Excuse me?"

"You were right about the saint."

"There… what?"

"Listen, Father, we're not a run of the mill collections company. I assure you, and your order, that we are fine."

"Who are you?"

"As I said, my name is Magpie. I am from a long order that was last run by my grandmother, her last name is Bordeaux." There was a sigh that reminded the young priest of Feather. "I assure you, we are capable."

"That isn't the point I'm getting at, Miss Magpie. I… I really need to give them that box. My Bishop will be extremely, amazingly, epically upset with me if I don't."

"I see."

"So I can have it?"

"No."

How could she be so aggravating? "I… please?" it came out as far more desperate than he had intended.

"How badly do you want it?"

"I would classify this as a need."

"Fine, my team and I will be in Columbus next week. Meet us, Thursday night at the Mexican restaurant on Broad and Saunders."

"And I'll have it?"

"And we will discuss it."

He nodded though there was no one to see him. "Thank you."

You'll get mail!

2009-11-24T04:55:55Z

It's the screened comment "You will get mail" post. Respond to this post with your address and something you want/like. I will mail you a card, poorly drawn fanart, gum wrapper, photographs, fanfic... something. ;)

Roost - Original: Chapter 1

2009-11-16T02:48:21Z

Type: Original Work
Title: Roost
Rating: PG
Warnings: Main character is a lesbian.
Summary: If you have a haunted/cursed item, the Roost will take it for you. Please don't worry, they are the very best.

I blame a CERTAIN SOMEONE for this, he knows who he is (finch)

"My name is Feather, and I'm here for your box." The woman was short, thick hipped without overly large breasts that seemed to be all the rage these days. Not that he was looking; the young priest adjusted his collar and frowned. He too, was after the item in question, but he had been beaten to the punch it seemed.

"You're sure about that?" The owner of said item looked haggard and worn. Severe bags rutted under his eyes and his wrists were bandaged. "N-n-not that I don't want to get rid of it."

Feather, as she introduced herself smiled. "I assure you-" she reached out and placed a hand over his bandaged wrist. "-I am quite accomplished at such things."

The man's reaction continued to pique the priest's interest. He visibly relaxed. The light behind his eyes got a bit brighter. "Take it then."

She held up an envelope. "Here is the payment. And keep in touch if you feel the presence hasn't dissipated in a month, we'll send out a team."

His forlorn look returned when she took her hand away, but he nodded. "Thank you."

With a nod, Feather walked out. Her blue eyes darted up to the priest for a moment before leaving.

The priest chased after her. "Excuse me, Feather was it?"

"It was. How may I help you, Father?" She adjusted the box in a shoulder bag. "How may I help you?"

He motioned. "I was requisitioned to pick up that item. My order believes there to be a demon in there."

Her lips formed an 'o' and eyes went comically wide. "Really? Why-ever else would someone want it then?" Her expression turned swiftly unamused and she shook her head. "I've already paid for it, Father, and it will be going to my facility. Assure your order that we're perfectly capable."

"It's a cursed item miss, the longer you hold it the longer the effects are bound to-"

She just smiled placidly at him.

"-Miss, you really should be more serious."

"I appreciate the concern, Father, but I'm a Mute, so you needn't worry."

"… I hear you fine."

"Mute to the spiritual." She sighed, chest heaving as though she were talking to an incompetent. "Look, if you want it so bad, here." She flipped up a card. "You'll have to talk to Mag." With a final heft of the bag she nodded her head and turned about.

The card displayed a black bird with a curled tail and a white breast. The gold beak had the word 'mag' on it, but there was nothing else. He looked up to see if Feather had stayed, but she didn't. The young priest bit his lip and frowned. He examined the card frontward and back, upside down and around, but he couldn't seem to find anything.

He took it to the coffee house with him, got a chi latte and stared.

-+-

"Gotcher box, Mag" Feather wandered around the office. "Magpie?"

"Up here!"

Turning her head up, Feather took note of a brown fedora hat with a curled tail feather jutted into the band. She sighed. "What in the name of the angels are you doing up there?"

"… making a nest?"

"You kicked the ladder out of the way because you found something neat, didn't you?"

"…perhaps."

With a long suffering sigh, Feather located a ladder and pushed it along the wide bookshelves. "You could have walked along the top, you realize."

"That would, in part, require that I not be afraid of heights." A small hand groped around the edge and then she clung to the ladder, holding on tightly and slowly shimmying down.

"What couldn't you wait for? Isn't Robin around?"

"I sent him elsewhere. And this is important. You remember that demon, Cheshire that we've got in the attic? I may be able to send her back, but I needed some dust from Egypt and that-" she motioned "-is an artifact from an old Senator's home, Darum or something to that effect."

"Speaking of Robin," Feather hopped onto the desk and propped her feet on it. That earned a disapproving sniff from Magpie, but the box was enough to distract a lecture. "A priest stopped me. He said that his order wanted the box."

Mag's head popped up, making the hat dance. "Well it's my box."

"S'what I told him." She twisted in the chair and looked for the brandy that was always kept in the desk. "Gave him your card, if he's clever maybe we could sway him with our womanly wiles."

After considering, Mag nodded. "Robin could use a friend. Though an actual priest may make him upset."

"He hangs out with lesbians who collect hauntings. I think he's over the cloth."

"That sort of thing stays with you, Feather."

X-posted to drakonlily

Dear Yuletide Santa

2009-11-14T19:48:12Z

Firstly I wanted to thank you so much for writing for me. I'm always happy to participate in Yuletide and I'm geeked for this round. So thanks! As for me, I'm an extremely easy person to write for. I like things that are sweetly sad, or just sweet. Something nice and cute or melancholy.

:) My own work can be found at adagio_piano if you're curious about how or what I write.

Open Letter to My Brain: Re Writing

2009-10-20T16:05:38Z

Dear brain,

I am not going to write about a middle aged woman, who married late, has children she doesn't love, and who is spiraling into a depression/insanity. It would be an amazing story, I know, brain. It would color the want of conformity and the false hope that awash many women. It would detail the weakness of someone's character, and despite her being weak, one would sympathize with her, because that is what you want. I know, because you just read Yellow Wallpaper along with some poems and you love them like you love Book of Franza.

I am NOT, and I repeat, NOT capable of writing like Elizabeth Bishop, Charlotte Perkins Gilman or Ingeborg Bachmann and I would make a mess of it. I repeat, I am NOT a Bishop or a Bachmann, no matter how much I love them both. And don't even start, I'm nowhere near a Virginia Woolf. Woolf was born 100 years before me and brilliantly insane in a way that people who study literature can typically only sit back in admiration of.

Bishop? Bishop's work stands alone, she can do more in a few lines than some people can do with PAGES. See Insomnia.

The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well

into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.

See? See that? Do you even grasp that? OF COURSE YOU DO NOT YOU ARE MY BRAIN. Look, I get that you want to defend literature as you're a rare brain and you've studied both. You know now that the "ease" of a literature degree is really what you make of it. While you can study these writers, and write okay papers on these writers and attain an "A" far easier than you can put together a Differential Equation to depict a working circuit or outline Fluid Dynamics for your physics class, it doesn't mean that doing well in literature is easy.

No, as I just outlined above, what you are looking at is brilliance and you're not there, kiddo. Brilliance in literature is a rare talent, the same as artistic brilliance is rare. There are many people who write "well", that is to say that they get an "A" they publish and they make alright livings. But some topics are left to the brilliant writers that you've read and studied and should probably not be butchered by you.

This is not to say that you're not a wonderful brain. Honestly, I find you to be quite exemplary in most situations. As I said before, you're a rare brain that handles science, math and writing with a jack of all trades sort of ease. However, you're a jack of all trades brain. You're not a literature giant brain. Please don't push me to make a fool of myself.

~love Drakon

Edit:

Be my NaNoWriMo friend HERE I AM!

- Close Facebook
- Alphabet Mem (because I need to laugh)
- ff_kissbattle
- Post to Metaverse Bar
- Update User Info Boxes ~~adagio_piano~~, vincentvalentine, drakonlily and drakonlily
- Find icons for RP journals (I need Zell(ff8), Kiros(ff8), Raziel(LoK), Tseng(ff7), Rosa(ff7))
- Make icons for Fujin and Selphie
- Update phoenixmontly with the note that we are going to halt issue production due to lack of submissions.
- Make a post with disregard_death/Keats
- Make a post with cantchewgum/Raziel
- Tag on lunar_fey

I just want to scream

2009-10-06T05:15:21Z

At the top of my lungs. I don't know what's got me so frustrated and upset. I need to call OSU tomorrow, I'm so... tired of waiting for him to call me back. I'm both happy and upset that I'm not able to go to school after the 25th. I really... okay, it hurts. I wanted to keep working. HOWEVER, my job will work me as much as I need. And I have all my notes and books, I will study still and work still for school.

I'm also really trying to write again. Not the small stuff (that I DO enjoy doing), but the large stuff. I really want to feel like I'm putting myself out there again. I feel like I've lost some aspect of myself without being able to put whatever fantasy my brain puts together. It's strange, silly even. But I feel like a large part of who I am I don't tell people. It's hard for me to put exactly what Kas does and what Kas feels out into the world. If I'm putting out a fiction, I can at least let people see things through my lens, understand me, and then draw their own conclusions.

It's a less obtrusive way of showing people who I am in reality. Quite a useful thing, fiction.

I'm working on it.

Fanfiction: After the Sky Falls Down (Final Fantasy Seven)

2009-09-27T05:22:13Z

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 Compilation
Title: After the Sky Falls Down
Pairing: Multiple (both hetero and slash)
Characters: Multiple
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers for all games. Involves strong language and implications of sexual activities. Will deal a lot with PTSD in some characters.
Type: Longfic
Word Count: 1600 (this post)
Chapters: Multiple
Status: Unfinished
Summary: Once the world is saved, how does one become normal again?

After the Sky Falls Down…
...look for me

“In understanding the dangers that we as a Planet, whether we speak Common or Wutain, if we are Costian or Juno, face, I would like to introduce the new Vice President of ShinRa and the founder of AVALANCHE. Miss Felicia Dragoon.”

There was a roar when the name AVALANCHE was connected to ShinRa that went silent and left its energy behind as the woman took the stand. She had her mother’s hands and her father’s dark eyes, hair, and concentrated scowl. Felicia preferred to be called “Elfe” but Rufus had assured her it was best to be as formal as possible. The name still left a rough feeling along the back of her conscious.

Still, she smiled in the manner her father had when he was charming someone. “Well… you’ll all be happy to know that I do not, in fact, typically agree with President ShinRa on most things.” The laughter that followed was almost natural. The planet itself was collectively learning to live again. Zirconiade, then Nibelheim, then Genesis, followed by Sephiroth, Deep Ground came after, that was all followed by Kadaj… the planet had had nearly ended half a dozen times over in less than a dozen years. It was time for some action.

She gripped the podium and looked to her father who stood off stage- though Veld was the leader of the Turks at one point in time, he now considered himself retired and dressed as any professor in a quiet Literary University would. She cleared her throat and continued. “We have known for many years that the actions of a few can result in the safety of many. The actions of the ShinRa Turk force and AVALANCHE-” Barret and Marlene could be heard cheering on the opposite end of the stage “- have all been to the same end. However, we have not worked together and this has caused us all pain.”

She continued to outline a gameplan, something to give people hope. Felicia made sure to thank names like Tifa Lockheart, Elena DuFou, Rude Zikra, Reno Cappellirossi, Cloud Strife… the list was long and she wanted it that way. Lastly she thanked those who passed away.

When Rufus walked behind her, he placed a hand on the podium next to hers. The two did not touch, but instead, each with a hand on the wooden podium looked out into the endless crowd.

It was nearly ten minutes before they stopped cheering.

_+_

“Where are Spike and Spooky at?” Reno was one of those people who could make himself comfortable no matter the setting. It was odd, at first, to have him in Seventh Heaven. Unlike the others who always had a rather businesslike air, Reno could switch professionalism on and off in a way that was nearly like twin personalities.

At least he was predictable. Tifa shrugged at his question and looked over her shoulder. Vincent and Cloud were people that would drift in and out of the others lives. They carried an old, almost broken feel about their shoulders and a haunted look in the eyes. She had suggested, once or twice, that they talk to someone because it wasn’t depression that made them distant.

It would be remiss to not say that they had both been through hell.

“Vincent tried to leave the girl he found, Shelke, but she doesn’t seem to want to stay anywhere but with him.” Tifa shrugged at Reno and leaned over the bar.

“Chief’s in a pissy mood, fair warning.” Elena walked around to Tifa’s side of the bar and leaned in the same manner next to her. The three looked at each other in what was actually a comfortable silence.

Tifa leaned her shoulder against Elena’s and reached for the water tap. She filled her glass, took a drink and passed it to Elena who accepted. She watched Reno light a cigarette and exhale before asking. “Isn’t Veld always pissy?”

Reno and Elena considered. “This is extra special pissy. It’s… a bad day.” Reno responded.

Tifa quirked an eyebrow at Elena. “Is it the day that Elfe’s mom died?”

Elena snagged Reno’s cigarette pack from the table and shook her head. In the light of the bar one could see nearly white patches in her blonde hair. “It’s the day Valentine ‘died’.”

_+_

Veld Dragoon was indeed ‘extra special pissy’. He didn’t like that he couldn’t find some closure and move on. Today was a day of very mixed emotions. On the one hand, he had utmost faith in Felicia. He was proud of his daughter, grateful for the years that they had to make up for lost time. Veld knew that she would be the perfect foil for the illustrious Rufus ShinRa. Not that he liked how close Rufus got to his daughter. There was something off about the boy.

That was just a little icing of cranky on the cake. Vincent returning to life was… a hard pressure against Veld’s skull. The two hadn’t spoken since before Vincent had ‘died’ and the words had not been pleasant. They were lased with hurt and loss.

“Veld.” Elmyra’s voice tore him from the stove. The kettle was steaming at him like an angry woman. She smiled in that knowing way. While he lived with her, they didn’t share a bed. Perhaps once or twice it had happened but there was just an understanding between the two of them. A shared loss of Aerith was keenly felt and neither of them could forget the day that Veld stole a dying woman and hid her body and her child with the lonely widow. She pursed her lips. “I bet he’s at the church, or headed there…”

“I don’t need to talk to him.” Veld said as though he were trying to convince her.

She took the kettle off the stove. “I don’t believe you.”

_+_

“Vincent, where did your phone go?” Shelke asked him, short legs making a double pace to keep up with the tall man. “Vincent, you’re not talking to me.”

“Be quiet.” He responded. Red eyes glared over her head and down the alleyway.

Shelke looked over in the same direction. “Who’s there?”

“Your friends are looking for you, Kid.” Veld walked out into the open with confidence. “Why not go check in?”

“Shelke, give us a moment.” Vincent looked down at the childlike woman.

Brief understanding glinted in her eyes before she went off into a clearing. Vincent waited for a few moments before he turned to look down at Veld. His face was blank and expressionless. For him, however, that could mean anything. “I don’t have those sorts of relationships.”

“So you’re not over the bitch yet?” Veld crossed his arms and snarled. “Sick, Valentine.”

Vincent growled, the sound was inhuman and low in his chest. Veld was unmoved. “No. She… just … has Lucrecia’s memories… her… inside of her head. Shelke is a child for all emotional purposes. I don’t…even if I did, what is the matter to you?”

The response earned a snort. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m over you.” Veld stepped forward and reached for Vincent’s shoulder. He was going to tap two fingers into the taller man for a form of emphasis.

Vincent took a quick step back.

“Kid?” Veld was obviously not expecting the reaction. His expression softened. “Where the hell are you two going?”

“I’m trying to take her somewhere and leave her, but she’s obstinate.”

“What you running from, Valentine?” Veld didn’t advance again. “Who are you staying with?”

“None of your business.”

“Kid-” Veld was interrupted when a slightly devastated looking Shelke ran up to Vincent and tugged on his cape.

“Vincent? I … I broke him and I didn’t mean to and I’m sorry, but I hurt him!” She lifted up a grasshopper that was missing one of his smaller legs. “I didn’t think… I … I didn’t mean to, can you fix him?”

“It’s a grasshopper, Shelke.”

“But … but… I hurt him.” She lifted the grasshopper up again. “Will he be alright? I’m sorry.”

Vincent shifted uncomfortably.

“Yeah, doc, tell her.” Veld prodded.

“Shelke, grasshoppers can get along fine with one leg missing.”

“Even if they are hurt? Why can’t you fix it?”

Vincent looked at Veld. “Sometimes, you just break people. And they learn to get by being broken. Even if it’s not as easy as it should be. Nothing really makes it better, Shelke.”

She looked down and closed her hands gently around the grasshopper. “Oh… so the hopper’s going to stay hurt. Well… can I leave him somewhere nice then?”

“It’s a grasshopper.” Vincent responded. He sighed. “Bring it to the church then.”

“Is that where you’re sleeping?” Veld asked. His voice softened considerably. “Your friends really are worried.”

“I don’t have those.” Vincent responded with finality.

“Are you listening to yourself, Valentine? You sound crazy.” Veld snapped. When Vincent turned from him and didn’t respond, Veld pulled out his phone. “Let’s see who we can get to watch you till you stop being insane…”

_+_

“Highwind.” Cid wasn’t having the best of days himself. Despite being thanked over international broadcast, things weren’t going his way. The voice on the line was a little arrogant. Reminded him of Tseng a bit.

“I was wondering if you had a room for Valentine and his kid?”

Well, that changed matters. Cid lit a cigarette and scoffed. “There’s always room for Spooky, how’s his dead ass been?”

“… distant.”

“That’s normal. Sure.” Cid thought a moment. “An’ who tha fuck is this?”

“Veld Dragoon.” The line then turned off and Cid stared at the phone.

“Whoever tha fuck that was.”

_+_

I need something fun

2009-09-23T13:45:19Z

So I'm going to be a sheep and do this Alphabet Mem

1. Pick a letter
2. Pick a prompt that starts with that letter (ex. K is for Keyhole)
3. Pick a fandom / comic / webcomic and a character/pairing
3.a You may also pick any original of mine that you like
3.b You may also pick yourself if you want

A-
B-
C- "Cold" - Rosa/Rydia for seventhe / first_seventhe
D - difficult - Delita and Ovelia for lassarina / lassarina
E-
F-
G-"Gage" Original character - Cage for astralavator
H- "Heterolife Partners" Reno and Rude for leviathanmirror
I-
J-
K-
L-
M-
N-
O- "Operations" Hojo(ff7) and Nathan Wallace(Repo) discussion for crankyoldman / venefica_aura
P- "Porn" P is for Geekiroth and Cloud discovering Porn? (Crack FF7) for xerne
Q- "Queen" - Edea/Cid for seventhe / first_seventhe
R- "Repo" as in Vincent the Repo Man (crossover Repo/FF7) for finch
S- "Shots" - Reno has had one too many for seventhe / first_seventhe
T- "Transporter Malfunction" Star Trek2009/FF7 w/ Dr McCoy/Ifalna (AKA CRACKTOPIA) for astralavator
U - some uninterrupted time together - FFTA2, Alys the Ensorceled/Maquis for lassarina / lassarina
V- "V is for volunteering for a Community Cause" (crack with Reno and Rude) for palmer_kun
W- "Wonderwall" - Aeris/Fuhito (From Twitter RP aka Crack) for whitemage
X-
Y- "Yin/Yang" - Ginko/Tanyu - Mushishi for whitemage
Z- "Zeal" - Lucrecia FF7 and science for whitemage

Happy Birthday Crim!

2009-09-16T02:58:55Z

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ocean_flute,You damn enabler you !!

To celebrate, here is a Hojo and Veld as BFF fic, and a macro of Turkish sentiment.

Hojo tottered his books around as he fiddled with the lock at his door. His head hurt a bit, but mostly from a lack of sleep that was completely his fault. His newish houseguest was interesting to say the least. And, Hojo thought with a smirk, so were the girls he brought over.

The first thing that Hojo noticed when he opened the door was that his books were in disarray. The second thing he noticed was that Veld had new clothes. “You moved my books!”

“I read them, actually.” Veld (he stopped going by Verudo when he was learning how Common was spoken) tilted his head back and smirked from an upside down position on Hojo’s couch. “I thought Wutainese had a lot of dialects, this is rather impressive… considering.”

“I told you not to touch my stuff!” Hojo snapped, he began wildly picking up books and putting them away.

“Oh stop whining.” Veld had taken to lazing like a cat on the couch, a book on his chest. He’d obviously showered on top of the shopping. “Give me that book.”

Despite the lazy look, there was a violent glint behind Veld’s eyes and Hojo knew better than to poke him. “I’ll put it back when I’m done.”

Hojo was too upset with his order being messed with to be impressed with Veld’s communication skills. “I’m going to kick you out!”

“You and what army?” Veld went back to reading.

There was a long pause “Call security.”

To that, Veld laughed. “And what will they do?”

Hojo snarled and adjusted his glasses. This was a perplexing question. From what he garnished in conversation with Veld, the other man hand no qualms with killing someone and since he was in the civil war when he was quite young, it was almost certain Veld had. Further, Veld was vicious in a fight. “Call more security?”

“And they will then scold me harshly and tell me to go back to my own dorm.” Veld flipped a page.

“You don’t HAVE a dorm! You don’t even have a job! Where’d you get money for clothes anyway?”

Veld snickered, lowered the book to his chest and smirked.

“Oh you whore.”

“I’ve done worse things.”

There was a snort. “I bet you have, slut.”

“Found a party for the weekend, but if you’re too good to hang out with a slut...”

Hojo perked. “Now I never said that…”

Odd, how… maybe he had a friend for once. Even if this friend was a bit easy, slept on his couch and read all his books. It was almost comfortable this way.

Fanfiction List -Completed Projects-

2009-09-13T07:11:55Z

Completed Projects

A
-Another Study of Wutain (PG13)-
Vincent’s appreciation of languages (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent, Veld
Another Study of Wutain

B
-Better in the Morning (NC-17)-
Yuna and Lulu, PWP – Request for a Yuri community (Final Fantasy 10)
Better in the Morning

-Birds and Dragons (PG13)-
The death of a princess, the birth of a bird (Breath of Fire Two)
Birds and Dragons

-Bright Ideas (R)-
Vincent and Hojo share a train car… and other things (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent, Hojo,
Warning: Blood, male/male interactions
Bright Ideas

C
-Case of the Spooked (R)-
Cid and Reeve have an unfortunate chat (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Cid Highwind, Reeve
A Case of the Spooked

-Company Retreat (R)-
Tally didn’t want to do icebreakers… this is why (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Turks
Company Retreat

-Cut the Dog Loose (PG)-
Rufus requested a meeting with Vincent Valentine but it does not go as expected (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Rufus ShinRa, Vincent Valentine
Cut the dog loose

D
-Duality (PG)-
Despite all he'd been through, Reno was too. It was something they shared, the idea that life, no matter how bleak was worth fighting for. (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Reno, Tifa
Duality

F
-Fannism (R)-
Written as a Christmas present for firefly99 just a little silly stuff (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations/Crack)
Fannisim, For Fly

-FairyTales (R)-
Written with venefica_aura (Kingdom Hearts/Crossovers (Multiple)/Final Fantasy 7) Veld thought that he had died. He didn't realize that death was the begining of finding the woman he loved and getting instruction from his mentor. Vincent Valentine, Veld Dragoon, Ifalna Gast, Aeris Gainsborough

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue

G
-Goodbye (PG)-
Vincent is telling an old friend goodbye. (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Veld, Vincent
GoodBye (PG)

H
-Hate (PG13)-
Hojo talks to Ifalna. Nothing is right here (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Hojo, Ifalna
Hate

-Hojo: Against Vincent (PG13)-
Hojo has a talk with Vincent (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Hojo, Vincent
Hojo: I Made God

-Hojo: Am I Dead Yet? (PG)-
because he really should be (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Hojo
Hojo: Am I Dead Yet?

-Holding (PG)-
Veld explains why his relationship is how it is (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent, Veld
Holding

I
-I Made a Friend
Written for ocean_flute for a birthday gift. Just something silly with Veld and Hojo
I Made a Friend

-Insanity (NC-17)
Vincent and Veld have gone quite insane (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent Veld
WARNINGS: Male/male pairing, violence, death
Insanity

-It Figures (NC-17)-
Written with venefica_aura (Final Fantasy 7/Compelations) Veld and Vincent in an elevator. Vincent Valentine Veld of the Turks
It Figures

K
-Killing Mrs ShinRa (R)-
It was all in a days work (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Veld, Mrs ShinRa
Killing Mrs ShinRa (R)

-The Knight and the Imposter (PG13)-
Seifer thinks to taunt Cid, however the old man knows more than he does (Final Fantasy Eight) Cid, Seifer
The Knight and the Imposter

L
-Lost Brother (PG13)-
Kain has kidnapped Rosa, but what to do now (Final Fantasy Four) Rosa, Kain
Lost Brother

N
-Need to Talk (PG)-
Veld coaches Tseng on life (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Veld, Tseng
Need to Talk

-Not My Father’s Son(PG13)-
Written for ff_exchange prompt. Rufus loves Midgar like most men love women (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Rufus ShinRa, Amon ShinRa
Not my Father's Son

P
-Promises (PG13)-
written for divinebird Sephiroth and Aeris made a promise (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Sephiroth, Aeris
Promises

S
-Seconds (PG13)-
RahXephon fiction Itsuki and Isshiki were young once (Rah Xephon) Itsuki, Isshiki
Seconds

-She Loved the Way (NC-17)-
written for Cuppy (Kingdom Hearts/Final Fantasy 7/Final Fantasy 10) Rikku loved him, but he did not always...Reno of the Turks, Rikku
She Loved The Way

-Simple Relationships (NC-17)-
Vincent/Veld sometimes it’s simple (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent Veld
Simple Relationships

-Slum Kids (R)-
Sometimes they make something of themselves…(Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Reno
Slum Kids

-Smokey and the Turk (R)-
Reno and Cid have a mission together, and curse… a lot (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Cid, Reno
Smokey and the Turk (R)

U
-Uncovered(PG-13)
written for tijuana_pirate, The way that I wannabe (Songfic: The Watchmen “Uncovered”) (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Reno
Uncovered: The Watchmen

-Untitled (R)-
Vincent is a violent man. Halloween present for Reunion (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Vincent, Yuffie
Untitled

W
-We are the Good Guys Now (PG)-
Now if the Turks would only get it…(Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Turks, Cloud
We are the good guys now (PG)

Fanfiction List -Old Projects-

2009-09-13T05:31:28Z

OLD CHAPTER LISTS

Here are the outlines of fictions that I have either left behind completely or haven't visited in awhile. Because of that, they are going to get some major overhauling done to them. I've had a lot of people ask me to keep this information up, however, so it will remain here. Be warned, some of this stuff is over ten years old.

f
Fighting For a Chance
--Chapter list is here

Fighting For Heaven (an AU of FFaC)
--Chapter list is here

with venefica_aura
-Final Fantasy 7/8ths (R)-
Cast List
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

p
with tijuana_pirate
-Patchwork (R)-
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

WIP Chapters
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine

t
-Thirty for Three Fictions (R)-
Tribble in Paradise: Theme 27

with first_seventhe
-TURK: Crime Scene (PG-13)-
Chapter One
Chapter Two

w
- Wanted (NC-17)- with sorda_sol
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine

with icca
-WIP
WIP: Chapter ONE
WIP: Chapter TWO

Fanfiction List

2009-09-13T04:03:14Z

Because my lists have gotten very large and unwieldy, I've created a new index

Old contents are here

Current Projects

Completed Projects

Old Projects

Fanfiction List -Current Projects-

2009-09-13T03:55:39Z

Current Projects

Below are my current projects, listed and made pretty for you. My older projects can be found in this listing and my completed projects are located here.

-After the Sky Falls Down (Final Fantasy Seven)(R)-
Part One

-Fatal Crossover From Hell (Final Fantasy 7, Cowboy Beebop, Fatal Frame) (R)-
Chapter One
Chapter Two

-Razor Valentine(Final Fantasy Seven, Pre-BC arch)(R)-
Razor Valentine

-Untitled, a History (Final Fantasy All)(PG)-
Untitled History for Final Fantasy

-Vinelna (NC-17)
Anything but “vanilla” Veld/Ifalna/Vincent (Final Fantasy Seven Compilations) Veld, Vincent, Ifalna
Vinelna (NC-17)

old fanfiction list is here.

Cleaning out my closet

2009-09-11T00:27:07Z

I'm finding some fiction that I forgot to tag back on adagio_piano I am going to have to reorganize the listing of fictions now, it's a bit unwieldy. It'll be a good project for over the weekend while I'm trying to not use my Engineering Theories book to off myself.

At least I got a lot of work done, 6 hours even when this is my "light" day. And, I'm going to just say it. I ROLE PLAY AGAIN!! ~~not in the kinky way you perverts!~~. If you're new to me or anything from one of those, just comment here and I'll add you. It's not a friends cut, it's a friends ADD! I will make this private again at the end of the month if I remember.

JUST TO PIMP MYSELF

Fanfic.net (yes I still use it hush)
drakonlily <-- Insane Journal that I never use
drakonlily <-- Live Journal for personal use
vincentvalentine <-- Dream Width for everything, my posting headquarters
adagio_piano <-- Live Journal for writing and tomfoolery

Role Play Journals

disregard_death <-- Keats (Folklore)
cantchewgum <-- Raziel (Legacy of Kain)
chief_mendacity <-- Veld (Before Crisis - Final Fantasy Seven)

I think that's a full plate for now, but ah... yeah. There, I'm going into my nerdcave now.

Bright Ideas - FF7 (NSFW)

2009-09-01T05:41:57Z

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (Before Crisis)
Title: Bright Ideas
Pairing: Vincent Valentine / Hojo
Characters: Vincent and Hojo
Rating: X
Warnings: Violence/Blood/Sex/Death/Vincent tops/NOT SAFE FOR WORK

This is Hojo/Vincent and it is porn. I’m just going to say that up front. I... think this was one of those sideways "I've never seen" dares. And you all know me.

“Oh stop looking at me like I broke up with you.” Vincent snapped from around his cigarette. He took the burning stick angrily out of his mouth and flicked it into the train’s ashtray.

“You pretty much did! Coward!” Hojo snapped right back, but in a very familiar motion he snaked the pack from Vincent’s front pocket. “You were-“

“Toshi, I turned into a monster and killed five people.” Vincent’s voice hinted that he didn’t really mind the action as much as the lack of control he had over it.

“Cry me a damn river. You just got pissed off when the Mother Project got faster results. Your back got up and you couldn’t make the jump.” Hojo Toshi tapped the bottom of Vincent’s pack, popping a cigarette out and took the item with his mouth. A flick of his wrist sparked the lighter and he took a long drag. “You always are like this, fucking wunderkind.”

Vincent didn’t move away or seem the slightest bit uncomfortable when Hojo placed the pack and lighter back into the pocket they came from. Vincent leaned back, however, when they were within his jacket. “You don’t get it.”

“You left, US, you left Lucrecia and I for-“ Hojo waved his hands “some gun toting idiocy?”

“Oh I was going to end up violating hippa sooner or later.” Vincent looked out the window a moment; dark hair fell into his eyes when he snapped his head over to look at the door.

“You’re wasting your talents.” Hojo muttered. His eyes followed Vincent’s to the roof of the train, then the door. He watched lazily as Vincent stood and crossed smoothly to the doorway. “Hrm, I wasn’t expecting them…”

Vincent shrugged.

A half second later the door to the train car was kicked open. The item slammed against the wall and three people started in. With a smooth movement, Vincent cupped his right hand on the back of the first’s head and snapped his left knee up. The motion propelled the man forward and into the lifted knee with a loud crack. Vincent dropped his left foot against the back of the man’s spine and spun. He dug his left shoulder then into the second man’s chest and flipped him into the room.

Man number three tried to run, but Vincent snaked his hand forward, gripped his collar and threw the third intruder into the room. Vincent slammed the train car door back with force and kicked the floored man out of the way.

Hojo’s nose wrinkled. “Well, that was impressive. Shame you couldn’t do that when the frat boys jumped us.”

Vincent slid between Hojo and the two other men who were scrambling to their feet. “You turned him blue over a girl. I should have left you to get beaten half to death.” Vincent popped his neck and adjusted his footing like a cat. He chuckled.

“It would have been pink.” Hojo crossed his arms over his chest. “And I still think this is a wasted-“ he stopped speaking when Vincent moved again.

The tall man sprung like a cat over the table and in the next second blood. There was a sharp, sliding sound and the following spurt was more of a shower. One high, red arch splashed over Vincent’s head. The second fell on him, and the third barely washed over the man who hand his hands desperately trying to keep his throat together. The man sank to his knees before falling to the carpet.

This prompted the last intruder standing to leap backwards against the wall. His palms pressed flat against the tacky wall papering job.

Hojo clapped his hands. “Excellent aim, Vince.”

Vincent looked over his shoulder and smiled. Unlike most people, smiling did nothing to make Vincent Valentine seem warmer. The blood splashed over him in the manner of some abstract artwork didn’t do anything to make the expression less sinister. Nor did it mask the sheer joy of his work.

He let out a small laugh before turning. “Do you still think you’re better than me still?”

“I have plenty of skills.” Hojo smirked, “but I know my limitations.”

Vincent snapped the small blade up to his shoulder and let it fly at the man in the corner. He was too slow to catch the blade before it slid into his eye. The intruder’s hands dropped, his head lolled to the side a bit and his expression faded.

Silence stretched out a few moments before Vincent turned. He glided with predatory strides up to Hojo and lifted up a scalpel between them. Blood dripped from a lock of his hair, grew to a large drop and wavered before falling straight to the floor. Its casting hit the sides of Hojo’s shoes. The scalpel glinted in the cheap lighting between their noses. “Want a go?”

Hojo’s hand closed around Vincent’s. “At him or at you?”

Vincent’s response was to yank the scalpel back. It sliced down across Hojo’s palm, scratching the surface and drawing a thin line of blood. Hojo hissed and yanked the item back before he could speak, however, Vincent’s hand gripped his hair by the crown of his head and yanked him off his feet.

The two struggled a bit before Hojo landed on his back with Vincent pinning him down, blood started to soak up into Hojo’s shirt, it was getting slick, nearly sticky but the smell was still fresh and heady. Arched at a strange angle with his knees at the Turk’s hips Hojo growled. “I’m still bleeding.”

“Lu never let it stop her.” Vincent commented.

From under him, Hojo almost sounded affronted. “I’m not Lu” and then a smirk “she’s not double jointed.”

Vincent snarled in response to that and yanked on hair with his free hand. Hojo hissed when Vincent bit down on his collarbone. Rough hands that were getting gun calluses left bruises on Hojo’s wrists and tore clothes down to his hip. Hojo tried to sit up and Vincent slammed a palm against his chest. “I don’t think so.”

“Vince… you—“ Hojo made a sound in the back of his throat. Vincent was rough and demanding. There was something almost regal about him when he wanted to be. It was, perhaps an odd thing to think about when getting a blowjob. The pressure built up too quickly and Hojo cursed when he realized that simply because he had finished didn’t mean that Vincent would let him off the hook.

The table made a rather loud breaking sound when they adjusted. Hojo did prove to be doublejointed if the angle he was bent at was any indication. “I forgot about you.” He growled.

“Didn’t think you were going to top, did you?”

“Well you’re prettier than I am.”

“Also a foot taller.”

Hojo opened his mouth to retort, but instead bit his lip. He was thankful that Turks apparently all carried lubrication on them, or Vincent had stolen it from the bathroom. However he obtained it, it was appreciated. Hojo attempted, with teeth and nails, to draw blood of his own, but it was difficult to do so when your arms were pinned behind your back with your own jacket.

He had lost the feeling in his hand before Vincent relaxed his hold and let go in a stream of nearly silent cursing. Ragged breaths came in somewhere between a growl and a purr.

Hojo laughed “So… what are we going to do about him?” He lifted his chin to the man who was still standing in the corner like a doll.

Vincent kept one hand on Hojo’s chest and he glanced over his shoulder. “I have a few ideas.”

-+-

“Someone is going to have to explain this…” Smoke curled around Hojo’s fingers as he flicked ash to the bloody carpet. He sat with his back leaned against the couch, feet propped up on a broken table. Against the wall the third man was displayed in a true scientific matter and was still dripping. Hojo looked up over his glasses at Vincent, who was sprawled on the couch above him.

“I’m a Turk.”

“Is that your explanation for everything, Vince?”

Twin jets of smoke slid from Vincent’s nose. “Pretty much, Toshi.”

“Well you owe me clothes and an explanation for why I can’t walk tomorrow.”

A chuckle. “Whatever, Scientist.”

Not my Father's Son - FF7 (with hints of BC) - written for FF_Exchange

2009-09-01T01:56:08Z

- Phoenix Down: FFVII: Rufus, "Not my Father’s Son" for Tiny Baby Phoenix #6

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (Before Crisis)
Title: Not my Father's Son
Pairing: None
Characters: Rufus and his father (Amon)
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence The link goes to another site

Rufus loved Midgar the way that most men loved women. Amon loved nothing at all.

Writing Mem

2009-08-02T02:28:05Z

"Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!"

1. I'll relax when you stop gallivanting all willy nilly like some stallion in need of gelding
2. It wasn't a bad speech. Evyan should know, he helped write it. Tarick wasn't the sort to stay to a script, however, and as predicted, it got to his typical bloody cries of an almost anarchtic revolution. From his spot, Evyan was half hidden. He could watch the crowd and keep an eye out for any party crashers
3. She never spoke to him like a child; instead she spoke to him like a rather short adult
4. The boy struggled with the name; it was long, important and foreign on his small tongue
5. Well, why don't you go box with that demon outside then?
6. From there, Hell had consisted of meeting Liam again, signing numerous contracts, and then being placed in a time he was extremely unfamiliar with
7. The problem with being a private detective was a lack of responsible clientele
8. To this, the fox did not look amused
9. It’s snowing. Something about the snow always makes my heart lift; perhaps it is because of where I came from. I remember my mother and I would sit and just let the soft flakes fall on us, matting together until it actually became warm. Everything becomes very crisp and clean in a good snowfall. You truly cannot hide anything as it crunches underfoot and washes away the colors of the summer. The silent noise as well as the sounds vanish leaving only what is.

Way to go EA Games, way to be-

2009-07-25T17:46:46Z

- misogynistic fucking idiots. Actually, no, this goes beyond misogyny. This, my friends, is all the way to skeevy-ville. From the same classy bunch that staged a religious protest for a VIDEO GAME (so that not only could they make fun of people's beliefs, BUT THEY COULD ALSO get money) comes please harass our models, they aren't people really.

Oh you read that right. Go on, commit "acts of lust" with these sexy girls. THE BEST PICTURE WINS!! What do YOU WIN for taking a "LUSTFUL" picture? a "SINFUL" night with two women.

Okay, listen. You can say I'm wrong to be pissed and I will rip your damn asshole. I danced for a living. I had people tell me, to my FACE that "I paid for you, so I can touch you". You are putting HUMAN BEINGS into a position where someone has the "I own you", "I won you", "I paid for you" mentality.

"Oh you signed up for it." FUCK. YOU. I did not and neither did those women. They are there to entertain. Sign some autographs, take some pictures and sell a product. They are business women. Just because their business is "sex" does NOT give the people buying to dictate how they use them. Even a prostitute can say "I don't do that".

Let me say it again. JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE SELLING SOMETHING DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING GOES. Is that clear? Do I need sparkle text? Selling sex does NOT put you at the lowest common denominator. It does NOT remove your damn humanity and it MOST ASSUREDLY DOES NOT mean that you have no values or morals and should NEVER be offended.

These women are PEOPLE. I hope to GOD that they don't get hurt by this. And if they do, I seriously hope they sue the shit out of this company of idiots.

Just in case you're pissed like me?

The email for the PR for the ad campaign: publicrelations@wk.com

their facebook

ad agency behind the EA promotion: http://www.wk.com/#/offices/1/

address of the employee accepting contest submissions: Philip Kirsch, Wieden + Kennedy, 224 NW 13th Ave, Portland, OR, 97209.

Fuck you, EA Games.

AMERICA

2009-07-04T16:08:40Z

Well, we're another year older. BUT STILL YOUNGER THAN ENGLAND NANA NANA BOO BOO ;) God I love being so mature. At anyrate, I'm going to probably sit in the backyard and watch the fireworks from the air force base. It's nice having it so close.

IN the meantime, I wanted to do a little Mem. You mention a character from my fandoms and I'll post a YouTube (or other media) video for them. :)

I wanted to do this because I, through a trail of the net rekindled my love of Weird Al and found Rufus ShinRa's (Final Fantasy Seven) themesong: This is the Life

Making Playing Cards

2009-06-13T23:21:30Z

As most of you know, I'm cosplaying Setzer Gabbiani (FF6) I will be making 1.5 sized playing cards for him. A regular deck of 52 cards plus 2 jokers. I want the cards to be very stylized, very tarot looking, but I have no real idea of what to exactly put ON them. I was debating Summons and having Kefka be the Jokers? Any ideas?

Okay, so I've been thinking and I have the following

Diamonds:
Ace: Falcon (airship)
King: Strago
Queen: Relm
Jack: Locke
1-10: Blue Chocobo

Clubs:
Ace: Doma Castle
King: Cyan
Queen: Terra
Jack: Gau
1-10: Black Chocobo

Hearts:
Ace: Castle Figaro
King: Edgar
Queen: Daryl
Jack: Sabin
1-10: Red Chocobo

Spades:
Ace: Blackjack (airship)
King: Setzer
Queen: Celes
Jack: Shadow
1-10: Green Chocobo

Jokers (2): Kefka and Gogo

Simple Relationship - FF7 (Before Crisis)

2009-06-08T15:28:16Z

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (Before Crisis)
Title: Simple Relationship
Pairing: Vincent/Veld
Rating: X (+18)
Warnings: Violence, Sex, Male/Male pairing

The knife almost cut to Vincent’s white throat and he hissed, hand coming up to grasp Veld’s wrist roughly. Blue eyes narrowed and Veld could see his shadows dance behind his eyes. They were thick under the growl of his voice when Vincent spoke “what do you think you’re doing?”

“Enjoying myself.” Veld’s insanity wasn’t layered like Vincent’s it was wild, untamed and un-compartmentalized. He smiled and the hand holding the blade twitched. His free hand flew forward in a fist, but Vincent caught it and the two men struggled backwards against the wall. Veld’s head banged roughly on the brick and he snarled, dropping the knife.

Vincent let out a snicker that was one half of someone else. “Going to get burned this way, Velly.”

Veld reached forward and bit at Vincent’s tie. “I like fire.”

“Good.” Vincent hauled up on Veld’s hands and made a violent attempt to pin them above his head. His knee wedged between Veld’s legs and he bit the knot that held Veld’s tie. Vincent tossed his head twice and the tie came loose. He bit the side of Veld’s neck then.

Veld arched his back and hissed. “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

“Depends, are you going to blow me?”

Veld growled as Vincent’s free hand yanked buttons loose and undid zippers. When his hand settled between Veld’s legs the growl changed to a purr. “I can’t hear you.” Vincent commented.

Veld’s growl raised in pitch. He arched his back and rocked his hips as Vincent’s free hand wandered his body, tugging on his hair and gripping his hip possessively. After biting Veld’s chest Vincent’s question changed to a command. “Knees now.” He let go of Veld’s wrists.

Veld stopped his struggling and dropped to his knees. The relationship wasn’t complicated. At work Veld was Alpha and anyone who challenged that got teeth and nails. If Veld left something, Vincent would finish it. Vincent, however, was the one who pushed in recreational activities. His hand fisted in Veld’s hair and he snarled, growling as the other man purred around him.

“Keep going, I want to take my time.” Vincent breathed between soft snarls. The abandoned warehouse had been secure enough to pull a job. It was secure enough to last for hours.

When Vincent came it was a nearly silent storm of cursing, rumbling against the shadows in his voice and the snarls on his tongue. He pulled Veld roughly again with a fist of hair and pushed the other man to the ground where he yanked down pants and ripped Veld’s shirt further.

Straddling Veld, Vincent used his tie and secured Veld’s hands to a drainage pipe before his hands started wandering again. “Don’t be quiet.”

Sometimes Vincent would order the opposite. He was demand quiet, sometimes silence. Silence was the most difficult; Veld would bite his lip so hard it would bleed. This time, however, there was no need for caution and Veld growled himself when he attempted to buck his hips.

Held tightly, Veld’s growls turned to softer sounds, and the cursing ran down from Common, to Costain and before Vincent was finished the only word he could understand was his own named peppered in Wutain. The tie could be heard ripping, but it would hold. Veld would come long before Vincent finished.

In response, Veld would twist and snarl. But those faded in time to gasps and hoarse almost pleading sounds that were defined by the dangerous undertone. It was a request, but not one to be ignored. “Please, fuck me already.”

Vincent would then rear up on his knees and slowly untie Veld from the pipe. “How do you want it?” Veld was a man of varied tastes, something that was refreshing for a person as unhinged and violent as Vincent Valentine.

Veld wouldn’t make a simple request, he’d rear up and fight and allow Vincent to force him over the broken stock shelf. Vincent’s hands would grip his hips as tightly as Veld’s hands would hold the railing in front of him. It was loud and fast, at times slow enough to make Veld arch his back and snarl expectantly.

The difficult timing would be when Veld would have to hold himself back. No matter how loud they got, or the cursing, sometimes conversation that could be mingled in, Veld waited. There were times he arched harder, snarled more and even shook, but he held himself back until he heard Vincent say one word “finish.”

The back of Veld’s throat was usually raw after he located his pants, got dressed and surveyed the damage. He picked his blade up off of the floor and rolled his eyes at the target’s bodies. “Valentine?”

Vincent, likewise slowly put together would be lounging, looking pleased and smoking. He would stand and nod.

“Get this shit picked up and get the torch unit.” Veld looked at his watch. “One hour.”

“Yes sir.”

Their relationship was simple like that.

company retreat - ff7

2009-06-02T23:23:02Z

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Title: Company Retreat
Pairing: implied Vincent/Veld, Turks will be Turks
Rating: M
Warnings: Shenanigans, sexual innuendo

Michelle Tally wasn't much of the "company retreat" sort. She had, however, been given directive to send her team on a company retreat filled with team building exercises and "ice breaker" sorts of activities.

She had also been given the rather inane task of "closing up" the retreat in the office. So she called everyone in and watched as they lounged around the large Turk Lounge. "Alright, so I'm supposed to read these little slips of paper that the HR person gave me." She read the note attached. "You were instructed to write down one fun, or interesting detail about everyone of your teammates."

Immediately Rod went white. "You're reading them?"

"I'm supposed to."

Vincent snickered in the way that said he was up to something.

"Science boy, knock-it off." As Vincent cleared his throat, Tally pulled her chair around and opened the box.

"Reno must have five livers to drink that much." She could feel a headache brewing.

"Fuck yeah!" Reno and Rod high fived each other and she sent them a glare.

"To continue... Veld is double jointed." Tally knew where this was going.

"VALENTINE!"

"I didn't know people would read it!"

This must have been someone's way of getting back at her. Tally sighed and continued. "Apparently Vincent's dick is legendary."

The room went quiet. But Veld glared at Tseng.

"Not my fault you talk in Wutain when you get drunk." The young man protested.

"You. Junon, three weeks." Veld ordered crisply.

Tally groaned. "If this one is about sex, we're done here...Anna has hot tits."

"RODNEY EMMANUEL FITZBURG!" The blonde Turk protested. "I thought you were passed out!"

"I didn't ASK you to change in front of me!" Rod ducked behind Cornelius who looked around for salvation.

"What did you guys do in this retreat?" Tally unceremoniously dropped the box in the shred bin.

Everyone looked at the second in command, Veld who shrugged. "HR wanted to pull rank, I let them." Veld was young and his smirk was devilish.

"...how many died?"

Her team looked at each other and Vincent shook his head. "He was breathing when we left him at the hospital."

"Vince IS a doctor." Reno responded.

"Everyone write an expenses report on the weekend. INCLUDING beverages and "entertainment". I'll be in my office." She should have been angry, but Tally really felt rather smug.

Turks just didn't DO Ice Breakers.

A/N: Was stuck in my head, needed out.

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2009-05-27T21:20:00Z

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2009-05-15T15:40:39Z

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