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Drabble drop! I'm a couple weeks behind mirroring the things I do at FFVII100 here. Still working on the rest of those Food Meme things even if some of it might be a whole lot easier with LSD.
Title: Cock Fight
Characters: Zack and Seph's anatomy.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
That's it! I've had it with you and your massive ego! Sure, you don't say it, but I see the way you point your eye at me. You think you're so hot because of one extra inch? Tough shit, bub, you're still a skinny little thing.
And enough with the 'country boy' cracks! Just because Gongagan folks got more sense than to go snipping things before they know what they're about. Not my fault that lab rat went after you early for 'sanitary purposes'.
Besides, you know you love the docking.
Now come on over here and play with me.
Title: A Position of Honor
Characters: Tifa's Bra
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Responsibility.
That mean anything to you? Do you know the meaning of hard work? Can your puny little mind even begin to comprehend the strength it takes to serve and serve and keep another standing tall? This may be an exalted position but the job's no cakewalk.
Integrity.
Stability.
A good dose of firmness.
That's what this job takes.
One more thing.
Love.
That's what sees me through. Love for her. I'll always hold her up, never let her down, not even in the heat of battle. I do a damn good job, so don't blame me for my pride.
Title: Neglect
Characters: Seph's boxers.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
“I hear footsteps.”
“Me too.”
“Water dripping. Just out of the shower.”
“Yeah.”
“Today could be the day!”
“...”
“Seriously! Maybe he'll finally remember us!”
“Maybe.”
“He's getting closer. Get ready, he's reaching!”
“...”
“Okay, so he goes for the socks first. It's just a habit. Give it a second.”
“He's moving away again.”
“Maybe he forgot something.”
“... I hear a zipper going up.”
“Naw, couldn't be.”
“And that's the coat buckles.”
“Oh, no. Hey! Hey, you! General! We're in here! Dammit, it wouldn't kill you to put some underwear on once in while!”
“... That was the door. He's gone.”
“Well, fuck!”
Title: The Root of the Problem
Characters: Cloud's hair.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow. As you are planted, so shall you grow. Neat rows, straight lines, such is the norm.
But not for us, no, not with this mess at our feet, this tangle we grow from, springing from a head that doesn't know itself and never did. Always shifting, our foundation, love, hate, calm, rage, pride, shame. Up and down this one goes, since he was a little boy, trying and failing and trying and hoping.
We are rooted in such utter confusion. How could we be anything but what we are?
Title: Cid Don't Know
Character: The Highwind Bikini Babe
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
There's an art to making a good pinup. Makeup, hair, lighting, all of that to create unbelievable fantasy.
Take Miss September. If the Captain knew how ordinary she looked off set, he might never have transferred her image so faithfully to the side of the ship.
But he doesn't want ordinary, doesn't want to know that it was a wig, or airbrushing, or a gel bra. He doesn't want to know that she only modeled to pay for school. He wants the fantasy he paints in his mind when he looks my way, while the real thing makes his tea.
Title: Laying Down the Law
Characters: Cloud's anus.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Notes: Inspired by a LOT of bad pr0n rants.
Enough is enough.
I don't know what makes everybody stick everything they can find up in here, but it's over. What do I look like? Midgar Central Station?
I know I'm good, but that won't last long if you keep shoving every suspiciously-phallic weapon my way (yes, you, Emotes-with-Guns. Keep your damn arm to yourself).
Seriously, people, stop. Cloud doesn't say anything but that's just his way. For his sake, I'm cutting back. Only thing getting up in here is what your daddy gave you. (Or what you bought at the special shop, flowergirl. I'd never be mean to you).
Title: Cock Fight
Characters: Zack and Seph's anatomy.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
That's it! I've had it with you and your massive ego! Sure, you don't say it, but I see the way you point your eye at me. You think you're so hot because of one extra inch? Tough shit, bub, you're still a skinny little thing.
And enough with the 'country boy' cracks! Just because Gongagan folks got more sense than to go snipping things before they know what they're about. Not my fault that lab rat went after you early for 'sanitary purposes'.
Besides, you know you love the docking.
Now come on over here and play with me.
Title: A Position of Honor
Characters: Tifa's Bra
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Responsibility.
That mean anything to you? Do you know the meaning of hard work? Can your puny little mind even begin to comprehend the strength it takes to serve and serve and keep another standing tall? This may be an exalted position but the job's no cakewalk.
Integrity.
Stability.
A good dose of firmness.
That's what this job takes.
One more thing.
Love.
That's what sees me through. Love for her. I'll always hold her up, never let her down, not even in the heat of battle. I do a damn good job, so don't blame me for my pride.
Title: Neglect
Characters: Seph's boxers.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
“I hear footsteps.”
“Me too.”
“Water dripping. Just out of the shower.”
“Yeah.”
“Today could be the day!”
“...”
“Seriously! Maybe he'll finally remember us!”
“Maybe.”
“He's getting closer. Get ready, he's reaching!”
“...”
“Okay, so he goes for the socks first. It's just a habit. Give it a second.”
“He's moving away again.”
“Maybe he forgot something.”
“... I hear a zipper going up.”
“Naw, couldn't be.”
“And that's the coat buckles.”
“Oh, no. Hey! Hey, you! General! We're in here! Dammit, it wouldn't kill you to put some underwear on once in while!”
“... That was the door. He's gone.”
“Well, fuck!”
Title: The Root of the Problem
Characters: Cloud's hair.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow. As you are planted, so shall you grow. Neat rows, straight lines, such is the norm.
But not for us, no, not with this mess at our feet, this tangle we grow from, springing from a head that doesn't know itself and never did. Always shifting, our foundation, love, hate, calm, rage, pride, shame. Up and down this one goes, since he was a little boy, trying and failing and trying and hoping.
We are rooted in such utter confusion. How could we be anything but what we are?
Title: Cid Don't Know
Character: The Highwind Bikini Babe
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
There's an art to making a good pinup. Makeup, hair, lighting, all of that to create unbelievable fantasy.
Take Miss September. If the Captain knew how ordinary she looked off set, he might never have transferred her image so faithfully to the side of the ship.
But he doesn't want ordinary, doesn't want to know that it was a wig, or airbrushing, or a gel bra. He doesn't want to know that she only modeled to pay for school. He wants the fantasy he paints in his mind when he looks my way, while the real thing makes his tea.
Title: Laying Down the Law
Characters: Cloud's anus.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Notes: Inspired by a LOT of bad pr0n rants.
Enough is enough.
I don't know what makes everybody stick everything they can find up in here, but it's over. What do I look like? Midgar Central Station?
I know I'm good, but that won't last long if you keep shoving every suspiciously-phallic weapon my way (yes, you, Emotes-with-Guns. Keep your damn arm to yourself).
Seriously, people, stop. Cloud doesn't say anything but that's just his way. For his sake, I'm cutting back. Only thing getting up in here is what your daddy gave you. (Or what you bought at the special shop, flowergirl. I'd never be mean to you).
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Date: 2008-04-03 01:40 pm (UTC)From:Although in the game I sort of thought it looked like she was flying free.
The boxers must have been a gift. No way he would spoil the image.
I liked the Cid/Shera one. Even if I think Cid is not-a-little gay and would more likely be fantasizing about uncircumcised Zacky or Grand Central Cloud.
XD
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Date: 2008-04-04 07:09 am (UTC)From:Seph sure as hell wouldn't wear boxers that were a present from Zack. There's pantyline and then there's ridiculous.
The Cid/Shera turning canon really does seem to have caught a lot of people by surprise. I dunno, I always supposed on one hand he could be that kind of gay guy, OR a roughneck engineer type (who could also be gay
for Vincentbut not necessarily).Everybody always wants Cloud. This fandom's seen a lot of new stuff, but nothing ever changes that. ;P
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Date: 2008-05-07 05:02 am (UTC)From: