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Barely even that. Closer to a drabble.

Title: Heads UP
Summary: Words are put in WoL's mouth.
Characters/Pairings: WoL, Bartz.
Word count: 135
Rating/warnings: Utter Nonsense.



“Blah blah light.”


“Blah blah light.”


“Blah blah light.”


It doesn’t seem to say anything else. However the Warrior of Light is transfixed by it, the crystalline likeness offset by the dark wood upon which it is mounted.


“Neat, huh?”


Bartz stands a bit behind the Warrior and nods. Then he holds up his hands, making a box.


“Though I think I might move it. It’s not level.”


“But why does it talk?”


“Why not?” Bartz shrugs.


As if taking the suggestion the head speaks again. “Blah blah light.”


“I don’t even sound like that,” the Warrior says.


“But your manikin sounds like you, and so it sounds like this.”


He gives up. The Warrior walks away. “…light help the others.”


There are at least a dozen empty plaques on the wall.


“Blah blah light.”

railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)
I am…maybe a bit too proud of this chunk of dialogue.


“Don’t do that.” Selenos grabbed his own robes and pulled them out of the other man’s grasp. “I might be tempted to dispose of you.”

“You won’t. I’m useful to you still.”

“…have you lost your mind?” Selenos gave Reiluz a look.

“I don’t know. I haven’t checked. It could be anywhere.”

Selenos stared.

“You look like an owl. Blink once in a while, would you?”



Who, me?  Have crazy characters?  Nah.  Now I best be sleeping. Work, don'tcha know

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As I've mentioned a few times I've been playing Dissidia.  The game makes for some interesting crack pairing potential.  Some of it is disturbing—as well it should be—and some of it is cute.

Surprisingly, Exdeath×Cloud of Darkness is one of the cute ones.  So is Mateus (the emperor)×Ultimecia.

ANYTHING involving Kefka becomes quickly disturbing.  Except when special care is taken to just make it effing hilarious.  His lines are partly to blame for that. ---->  www.youtube.com/watch 
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Disclaimer:  Characters (c) Square Enix.  I don't own.  I am not getting paid for this.

Vicious Bite

Author:  Railenthe

Genre:  slash-fic

Pairing:  Firion/Kuja

Rating:  R for suggestive themes (It’s not too graphic, but….)

Warnings for:  a pair of men doing the unspeakable to one another, a crack pairing, nudity, nonstandard use of an appendage, implied nonstandard use of a potion, blood.  Not worksafe at all!

Prompt:  “Be careful, or I might just bite.”

 

A/N:  Well, enough asked for it, so here it is.  Hopefully it is to your liking.  I guess I should have known I’d create a demanding monster if I mentioned that line…

*is shot at by raging comrades*

Sheeze Louise.  Here it is, then!

 

 

It wasn't the -worst- place to have him. )

 

 

railenthe: (Default)
So, sinus infections are seriously the suck.  Since about six this evening, I have been unable to speak.  I had a sinus infection that finally started to clear up, but now I have the worst case of laryngitis that I've ever had.  This is the first time that a case of it has actually rendered me mute.

Work tomorrow is going to be interesting if my voice has not returned.

Also:  If you're a fan of seriously cracked out situations, and a fan of Final Fantasy Dissidia, then I suggest you go to the Crack Dissidia community on DA, located at crackdissidia.deviantart.com/.  

Yeah, I cannot remember how to insert pretty links.
railenthe: (TEA)
So.

I mentioned a while back that I was buying a notebook so that I could keep writing on random stuff.  I wasn't planning on what happened once I actually started writing in it.  It got the better of me, it did.

For a while I had to make sure that I kept myself to a strict writing schedule.  It was a discipline thing; if I didn' t write at least a little bit a day it was too hard to do much else with anything.  So I gave myself this schedule.  At least an hour a day at the machine or notebook, no other interruptions to bother me, a timer at my right and a steaming cup of (delicious! <3) tea at the left.  Clickie the pen, date the page, and write!

An hour later, I have the second installment of the Organization XIII Therapy sessions in glorious chickenscratch. o.O

The following day, the third one shows up.  And it's even scarier, somehow.

I'm going for a fourth.  It's like crack, really.  (Or is it heroin?  Oh well.  It's not important.
railenthe: (WTF?)
So.  Who else thinks that the members of the Organization need serious help?  Like, they need to be dragged into a seriously long group therapy session or something.  If the sitiation was more crack, you could smoke it.

Drabblish thingy:  Axel and Roxas go to mandatory therapy
Genre: Crack
Warnings:  Completely raw, completely off the top of my head, and I don't know where it came from.  Worse yet, there could be more.

I wonder how it would go.


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Cracky. That’s all I have to say about this. Oh, and [profile] jayaballard: DARN YOU TO HECK FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES! Your cracky muses got to me.

We'll just call this a PG-13 for the presence of Barret and Cid within fifteen feet of each other.

Pairing: Oh no you don't. It's not going to be that easy... XD

Note: If anyone seems OOC, it’s probably because of the sheer amount of crack and fluff present.

Summary: (Set four years after AC) The annual barbeque that the members of AVALANCHE throw is underway, and everybody’s taking time to catch up with everybody else.

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