StainI cannot wash you from my handsStain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your stain, it runs too deep
in sin and marrow
and a thousand storms
that shake the stars from sleep.
I cannot blot away your lies,
their stain upon my heart
like the sweetest balm
spilled from a chalice
that cries the night apart.
I cannot dream away your face,
its sweet stain stalks my soul
where skin comes undone
and bleeds my body cold.
Handy CloudHandy CloudHandy Cloud3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: Cloud and Tseng
Warnings: This is a yaoi fiction.
Author's Note: This is for the ZiggyPasta... dear, dear, Ziggy's birthday. I know this is a secret fetish of hers, Crisis Core Cloud and Tseng (and mine as well) so I went with it. I hope Ziggy and you, dear reader, like it.
Betaed by the wonderful Chess411 who did this for me. Thanks my perverted darling.
Cloud proves himself to particularly handy during a mission.
Disclaimer: Don't own, just using for my own amusement
The car was dead. The engine was giving off reams of steam that smelled of acid and oil. It was coming out of the hood and he was hesitant to open it. He didn't want to set the car on fire on top of everything else that went wrong with the mission.
He put his hand to his forehead and brushed back his hair that had fallen out of his pony tail as the horrid day had continued. He looked at his hand and saw that it was covered in black soo
Perfect DayPerfect Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Using for own amusement. Making no profit. No © infringement intended.
Warning: Yaoi pairing, fluff overload
Pairing: Zack X Angeal
Setting: Crisis Core ??
Summary: Muffins: Zack is not the tidiest baker.
Type: One-shot ficlet request
"Wake up, pup," Angeal cooed softly leaning over Zack as he petted tousled hair, "I've made you breakfast."
Zack opened his sleepy eyes to gaze up adoringly at his mentor. "Chocolate spread on toast?" he mumbled hopefully.
"Not quite," replied Angeal, "Pancakes, but you can have them with chocolate spread if you want." He smiled down at Zack's suddenly bright face and large, puppy-like eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased," he chuckled.
Zack nodded vigorously and bounced out of bed and into the kitchen with almost childish glee. He stopped, however, when he saw what Angeal had done: the small table was
Ugly FeatherUgly FeatherUgly Feather4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
PG. Blood and a hell of a lot of pain.
Reno and Rufus
Appearances aren't everything. Effectiveness is the important thing.
Don't own, just using for my own amusement
I don't think this is what :iconphnxdown: was expecting but this is what became of it.
For something that was supposed to be so powerful, it was rather lame-looking. The colour was a horrible, dull yellow that reminded him of an old bruise. It looked like it should be soft, but it was actually quite prickly and hard.
It was a potent piece of crap.
Tseng made sure they had one on their person at all times. He swore he was carrying the same dirty, musty old thing for years as Tseng made sure he got the same one. Elena got a fancy new one that was as long as her arm and glowed gold. Rude got one that was small but it had a re
TFLN FF7 -- lopsidedFinal Fantasy Seven: TFLN CuesTFLN FF7 -- lopsided5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Texts from Last Night)
BETA: Ziggy Pasta
Cue: " lopsided."
Warning: Er lopsided.
Disclaimer: Don't own FF7 Fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.
Characters: Tifa, Yuffie, and Cloud
Cloud was getting impatient. He had been waiting for the girls to get ready to go for what seemed like hours.
~how can they still be fussing with their clothes?~
It wasn't like he wanted to go to this silly event anyway. He would have been more than happy to stay home and tinker with his bike, but Tifa had insisted that they go to the event celebrating the anniversary of Meteor fall.
He hated the thing. He always got mobbed by women
~and don't forget your fanboys~
and usually got his ass
We're band geeksWere band geeks, we know it. We spent our summer in band camp which meantWe're band geeks7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
running around the high school and considered it fun. We spent the hours on the
field marching back and forth, and even longer on playing our instruments. Then at
the end of the day we would complain on how our feet and arms and anything
else hurt, but then would get up and do it all again. When school began we all
tried to stick together, being new to this grand school, and in the morning we
would hang out in the band hallway which we had come to refer to as home.
Weekdays spent on practice and homework, Friday nights spent on football
games. Saturday was our game day; we practice like it was band camp, and then
rode on a bus for hours to our competition. And we were all excited about
marching on the field, no matter where it was or how famous it was, we were
happy. Then we would arrive home in the early hours in the morning to go home
and sleep all day Sunday just to repeat the cycle Monday. B
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
FatFATFat4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Setting: Crisis Coreish in nature
Rating, Genre and Warnings:
PG, because of language. Cuteness. Very mild yaoi. Oneshot!
Characters: Rufus, Tseng and Dark Nation
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©. I do not profit from this endeavour.
Summary and Additional Information: Valentine's Day is gone, but there are always consequences to love. Dark Nation is getting fat and Rufus is concerned. I am picking on Rufus in so many ways lately. I don't think the man has any dignity left once I am done with him.
Rufus watched the paw reach up from underneath the table.
She had been doing that a lot lately. At first it was cute, but now it was getting annoying. Dark Nation was sure mooching a lot of food s
ITITIT7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate it or love it
Keep it or trash it
Win it or lose it
Save it or cash it
Bring it or drop it
Sing it or stop it
Brace it or bash it
Match it or clash it
Make it or break it
Drink it or drive it
This it or that it
Kit it or Kat it
Smoke it or quit it
Swallow or spit it
But whatever you do
Killing LonelinessKilling Loneliness7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1-Dance to this Beat
"Oh, you're in trouble!" Yin cooed and smirked at the green-haired boy. "What'd you do this time?"
"What!? I didn't do anything!" Fumito blinked as he heard the angry yell. "All I did was accidentally walk into the bathroom while Hisaye was showering. I swear, I didn't mean to!"
Yin laughed, Fumito was a goofy and clumsy person, but he was also smart. He was useful for his smartness, but always got on Hisaye's nerves with his allegedly accidental antics.
"Well, I'm not sticking around. You, my friend, are the only known person to get on Hisaye's nerves. It's usually not pretty...see you!"
The dark-haired woman hurriedly left the room just as Hisaye walked in. She had finished her shower and such before coming to erm "talk" to Fumito. How he was able to get to her was beyond her. There was just always that wanting to explode on him.
"No, Yin! Don't leave me alone!" Fumito tried to follow, but stopped as Hisaye walked in. "Oh uh...hey
Poem 82Love in its purest formPoem 826 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did he and her share
Forever and back
Enough to make Romeo's love
Seem a school boy crush
As the young man sang her love songs
The girl would gently yawn and lay against him
Watching the fountain in this sacred garden they stole away to
And he held her close as he sang
No darkness to behold
As the two were bright in the light of love
He brushed her hair from her face
Looked into her beautiful eyes
And whispered softly the three words
That only they could truly ever know
Marco PoloMarco PoloMarco Polo3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 — Crisis Core
Characters: Cloud Strife and Zack Fair
Warning: Yaoi (a tad), silly. Reeve and robots.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as this is a work of fancy of the author to explore the fandom further. I make no money from this endeavor.
Summary: For Tsukimiko-618 for the Great Fall Exchange. Zack finds a black cat and contemplate keeping it as a pet until it gets sick.
Zack stopped dead in the hall.
He was used to seeing guard hounds wandering about. That was a usual occurrence, and that also meant that Rufus or the Turks were nearby. Black cats were not a common sight on the SOLDIER floor.
It was a large cat. His first thought was that it was one of the escaped experiments from the lab. The labs really needed to look at how many times they had creatures esc
July StormI feel the winds of JulyJuly Storm6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slowly changing directions
like lovers gone awry
in the arms of others
as the hot pierce of sky
rolls back the afternoon
in hazy fingerprints
blistering the grass.
Nothing moves but my breath,
distilled air battering glass
and pushing into sallow
pressed down against the world
while clouds embank the horizon
with a murder of crows
and the day singes
in bottlefly green
like a burnt match.
Cpt. Obvious walks into a barHe drinks.Cpt. Obvious walks into a bar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trouble ChildTrouble Child7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The car crash in your head
testimony to knife flash
point blank gun shot
ticking like a time bomb
puts a hole in mother's head
and lets her breathe.
They pull you
out of the wreckage -
slivers of brain
like a milky chrysalis
pinned to a card,
chewing the reminders of childhood
smeared across walls
in bright red paint
and toys crushed
under foot like insects -
the black tips of angel wings,
fragments of tin whistles
all collected with smiles
in a bag at the door
while you try and undo 30 years of lies
taped to your coat
with a kiss each morning,
and daddy's blessing.
and in a white room of glass I watch
the lobotomy of your past,
dissected with the surgeon's bright scalpel,
glisten its new wings.
redemption comes in a plastic bag
that you inhale
into a sharp, clear oblivion
the Hundred Year FarceThe Hundred Year Farcethe Hundred Year Farce7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
a PLAY in brief
[Open on a bus stop with bench, currently unoccupied. OLD MAN enters slowly from SR, hobbles to and sits on the far side of the bench. He takes a sighing breath, then extricates a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He places one in his mouth, lights it, and smokes contentedly. There is the sound of a scuffle off SR, and YOUNG MAN is thrown bodily onto the stage, where he staggers to his feet, somewhat drunk.]
YOUNG MAN: Just you wait til I'm sober again! [Nearly falls twice] but until then, I'll give you time to think about it. [He weaves his way to the near side of the bench and gestures to it] this seat taken? [OLD MAN shakes his head, and he sits.]
OLD MAN: The fighting any good tonight son?
YOUNG MAN: The best in weeks. [Peers at OLD MAN] Do I know you?
OLD MAN: Nope.
YOUNG MAN: But I just saw you in the bar.
OLD MAN: You're the only man I know that professes to
comparisonI love you like an FBI agentcomparison7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
loves his confidentials
with outspoken disdain,
but with the silent reverence
of a bishop who
loves a ripened hooker
producing copious friction
on his neglected phallus,
as much as a poet who,
try as she might to find something new,
loves her used analogies,
the forgotten grandmother who
loves to visit the thrift store every
Saturday, waiting to die
while comparing prices on socks,
as if she were a mathematician
who loves quantifying events into numbers,
as much as I
AkuRoku 007 - Door.AkuRoku 007 - Door.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
AkuRoku 007 – Door That Can't be Opened
VIII and XIII. They were inseparable. If you wanted one, the other would come as well, free of charge. Axel was the temperamental one, and Roxas was the slightly friendly, sometime emo one. The two were a perfect match.
But Roxas had changed.
Something had happened to him, Axel new it. It's like he hated the world now. He avoided everyone, locked himself in his room…he wouldn't even look at Axel anymore. And Axel absolutely hated it.
It's like Roxas had become a door: a beautiful set of white doors, with ornate and delicate details etched into them, and stained glass windows. The kind of door that begged you to open it.
But it was locked.
Axel kept pushing, he kept pulling, he kept shoving, but to no avail. And finally, he got fed up with it, and decided to see the keeper of the keys himself.
"You really want to know," said Roxas, the anger resonating in his voice. Axel winced ever-so slightly at his tone, but ignored it. Maybe he shouldn't have
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
JuneJune6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children in bare feet
skim the surface of green,
their bright laughter
and the bee drone afternoon
fading in the trees
like lazy wind chimes
on a whitewashed porch.
The day's long perfume
settles under the sun
and draws out shadows
from behind garden gates
and old tire swings
where morning glory creeps and climbs
and gold bursts forth
on freckled lawns.
Picket fences break the blue
where latticework moths
flutter with lanterns in the trees
and cat tails like pan pipes
break the warmth
in jonquilled notes
that braid the world in June.
GlovesGloves6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her love is like
well worn gloves -
willow green soft
with supple fingers,
the tips taut
and splitting the cloth
textured like May,
urging me to peel back
the tight weave
and run my hands
under her fabric
and explore her seams.
with crevices like new milk,
bursting the stitches
where I run her threadbare
under my heart.
Candy CornIn the dark corner of the Seventh Heaven, she sat alone. Few people sat up at the bar chatting with Tifa – the owner. She was beautiful and alluring; big brown eyes, long dark hair, and a body any man would want. Elena glowered into her glass of apple cider. It was cold just like the temperature in Midgar due to the winter season. She had gotten off of work early despite not really wanting to. There wasn't much else to do besides her job – it was who she was. Even then she sat in her suit of black; tie, jacket, pants, shoes, and a white blouse underneath. Short blonde hair and soft brown eyes were all she offered to anyone who dared to throw her a glance – she was with the Turks after all and very few people liked them.Candy Corn3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Idly she wondered if he'd show up today, he always came here after working. As if on cue the tall, silent man walked through the door to her immediate left. His attire matched hers perfectly while his face contains the same stern expression and tanned
The BirthThe Birth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a girl!" the obstetrician said, holding the small, bloody infant up.
Cloud gasped in relief, tears of pain still running down his cheeks. Sephiroth was staring at the small creature the doctor was gently drying off and wrapping in a blanket. That was that was his child? He'd been expecting it, looking forward to it for so long he honestly did not know how to feel now that he saw it for the first time. His child. His baby. Surely he was supposed to find it overwhelming and beautiful, not a little bit unsettling and strange-looking.
"Oh, wow, she's got so much hair!" one of the nurses cooed. She took the swaddled baby and handed it to Sephiroth, "Congratulations!"
Sephiroth took the baby automatically, looking down at it with a mixture of feelings that he still wasn't sure how he felt about. The newborn blinked unfocused blue eyes at him. Blue, slit-pupil'd eyes.
She had his eyes. Oh, they were Cloud's in color, but other than that bright blue, they were exactly l
MermaidI rememberMermaid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sat on the beach at sunset
and counted the kites,
spent sails torn from galleons
breaking clouds into spindrift,
and watched the seagulls
out of blue and white.
You wore the sky
around your neck,
where the day's warmth
knotted in a chain,
and held shells to my ear
like a mermaid stolen from the sea
breaking the surface of shimmer
and tangled fish
over salty oyster beds.
the color of your hair
lashing against your shirt
and your pirate smile
like a crooked bird
warming the dusk
and the long cool of your legs
wrapping my nights
and stealing the summer...