Because I just don't know when to stop.
So I used the play list that I made for when I'm reading, because if I was to use the entire musical library, who knows what kind of mess would come up.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Character: Cloud Strife
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Author's Notes:
So I really sincerely hope that you all enjoy this. It took me forever to actually get it done. I had to take a couple of breaks because it was seriously stressful trying to create and execute an idea in under four minutes. And yes I had it betaed, just to keep my self from looking like a complete idiot. And yes, I'm posting this here and at the writing journal (the one here is going to be friend's locked. For no reason what so ever), because it's a meme that I was just crazy enough to want to do
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Cold - Crossfade
Cloud sat on the foot of his bed and wondered. Wondered about all the things that could of been. All of the things that should have been. There had been so many dreams and plans. So many things that they always said they were going to do. Places they were going to go. Never once thinking that there may not be time to fulfill them all. Never once imagining that they would be torn apart violently.
The finality of that moment, when they had lost each other so completely had been the end of all of those hopes and dreams. Cloud had seen each and every one of them going down the drain. Swirling faster and faster, being pulled away from him by some invisible force that was stronger then the pull on his heart to keep them buried deep within him. He had managed to live through it. Live through the horror and the pain of losing his best friend, his everything. The only question left was could he learn to live without him.
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Wings of a Butterfly - HIM
Cloud lay his head back on the soft green grass and watched the beautiful butterfly soar over his head. The deep blues and greens that decorated it's wings stood out against the light of blue of the sky and pure white of the cotton clouds. It looked so happy, so at peace. So free, he thought. It looked so delicate, as if the slightest touch would cause it to crumble into a pile of beautifully colored stones, leaving nothing behind to hint at it's previous brilliance.
Cloud wished that he could place a name to the feeling he got as he lay there and watched the show, It was a perfect mix between happiness and sorrow. The butterfly was free. Free of any feelings, free of any obligations. He, however was not. He had a life, full of pain, full of promise, full of promises he had made to other people, knowing full well he would never be able to keep most of them.
But in that moment, when everything in the world seemed to wash away, and the only thing that seemed real was him and that butterfly, he wished that things could stay that way forever.
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Savior - Skillet
There was so much that he had wanted to say. So many feelings that he had wanted to convey. There was so little time to say and do all of the things he had ever wanted. Feelings of love and regret. Of fear and anger. Of happiness and joy. So many words that had been formed into sentences in his mind that he could never quite bring himself to say. So many things could have been different, should have been different, if only he had been able to bring himself to say those three little words.
Three little words could have changed a life. Three little words could have saved a life.
But his fear of rejection, his fear of being laughed at and ridiculed was to strong. So strong that it had kept him from confessing everything, Instead choosing to keep it all held inside until it became a lump in his chest, threatening the very life it belonged to. Begging to be released. To let it's potential be realized. But instead it was rejected, pushed down until it was to late.
And now all the only thing he can feel is regret. Regret for not being strong enough to save him. Regret for not being strong enough to tell him the truth.
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Apologize - Timbaland feat. One Republic
There was something about he that he could never quite place his finger on. He had been drawn to her as if by some higher power. She was a girl who grew flowers in a dimly light church in the slums, and he was a mercenary with some serious identity issues. There was no reason for the two of them to find each other, but some how they had. Some how, they had become friends, and so much more then that.
She had longed to show him who he really was. To show him that while he wasn't the person who had been fabricated from memories and stories, he was a good person. He was strong enough to stand on his own, no matter what he thought.
He had wanted to show her that he was everything that he said he was. Wanted desperately to show her that there was more to him then just his history, a past that she had no knowledge of and no place in.
Together they wanted to save the world. They each had their own wants and needs, but above all, they wanted to save each other. And in their own ways, they both failed miserably.
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I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
There were nights when he would wake up screaming, unable to deal with the images that were exploding in front of him. It was unbearable to have to live through it all again, all of his worst memoires that had been buried so deep in his subconsises again in his dreams. Vivid images would be brought in front of him, tormenting him. Feelings long since dead would be spring up and make them selves appartent once again, clawing at his chest, making him gasp for breath.
It was at times like this that he wondered if it was worth it. Was going through this every night really worth all the pain and agnoy? He could easily leave it all behind. All it would take was a simple accident. Driving Fenrir over a cliff was sounding pretty good at the moment. But in the end what would it really sovle? He would just be running away from his problems. And he had made a promise to himself, and to the people who love him the most that he was done running. It was time to face his problems head on. Even if it meant seeing the images that haunted him most every night for the rest of his life. At least he would get to see their faces again.
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Turn It Up - Pillar
The cool night air blew around them as they sat on the roof of the Seventh Heaven. Thousands of twinkling stars shown in the dark sky. The moon shown, large and gray, lending it's light to the earth. It was peaceful, Cloud decided. With nothing but a blanket between them and cold stone, telling each other stories. One telling stories of rabbits and snakes, and the other telling tales of magicians and sorcerers. It has become routine. Every night after Denzel's home work was done he would seek out Cloud, and together they would trek up to the roof and sit there for hours, gazing at the stars. The boy was more like him then Cloud was willing to admit, and Denzel looked to Cloud as more of a big brother then a father. The peace that came from being together, from sharing in the fact that they had both suffered so much loss and heart ache, was comforting. One was young and needed much guidance and looked to the older to give it to him. The older was less knowledgeable then the younger knew, but he was willing to try. For some reason, the hope he saw in Denzel's eyes made him think anything was possible.
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Can't Take Me - Bryan Adams
The world had taken so much from him. Not the world, he corrected. A man. A man had taken so much from him. Aerith. His mom. His home. And somewhere, deep down, he knew that he was responsible for Zack's death. He had lived the past three years in fear. Always wondering what would be taken from him next. He had always given into that fear. It was over whelming, over powering fear that lived deep inside of him. He was unwilling to give up anyone else who was important to him. Unwilling to see anyone else suffer at his hand.
Until the day finally came when the thing that was truly most important to him was threatened, and he knew, without a doubt, that he was strong enough to over come the man, the fear, the night mare that had plagued him. He was strong enough to pull that sword from his shoulder, to push past the pain, and finally, put an end to the thing that haunted him. Finally, he was strong enough to release himself from his grasp. Finally he was free.
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Sonne - Rammstien
It had been raining for the past three days, making most of the roads in travelable, and thusly making any and all deliveries impossible to make. And so Cloud had been forced to wait it out, spending his time catching up on the paper work that tended to pile up while he was working, until finally it would simply because to big of a pile to be manageable, and he would end up sitting down and pushing through it.
Cloud hated the rain. Every since that day on the cliff over looking Midgar, when the rain had been so cold it had soaked through his clothing, straight through his skin and into his bones, leaving a chill that nothing could ever eradicate it fully. Washing away the blood, making red pools of mud that covered the ground and left burning reminders in his mind.
His eyes felt like they were screaming at the current moment. He had spent the last four hours pouring over order forms. Calculating numbers, taking down addresses. Answering the phone when it rang and taking down even more deliveries that needed to be made when the storm cleared out and the sun finally made it's return. Lending it's golden light to the world below, welcoming it's inhabitants to come out and enjoy the warmed tempatures it would bring, along with the cleaner atmosphere the rain had brought.
But for Cloud, all it served as was a reminder. That sometimes things don't always go the way their supposed to, no matter how hard you try.
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Phenomenon - Thousand Foot Krutch
There was a round of cheers as Cloud pulled the puppy out of the decorative box it had been housed in. It was completely black, and smaller then Cloud had imagined a puppy should be. It had large chocolate brown eyes that stared up at him with a look that told him the puppy knew more then he did. For some reason, in that moment, holding the soft ball of fur close to him, inhaling the scent that was purely animal, Cloud couldn't remember a time that he had ever been happier. Denzel jumped up and down next to him and asked, begged really, for Cloud to hurry up and pick out a name. Cloud smiled at the boy, and told him that there was really only one name possible.
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Breath - Breaking Benjamin
As the anverisary of the day grew closer, Cloud grew more and more withdrawn. It wasn't as painful as all the others, but it was still something that he felt guilt over. It hadn't been his fault, but some how he still felt remorse. The remorse that a killer must feel after they've truly realized what they had done. He hadn't been responsible, and yet a young girl, one who had loved him, and one who he had loved in return, was gone. If he had been quicker. If he had been smarter. If he had been able to see things the way the others saw them, he would have known what she had been planning, and maybe, oh just maybe, he would have been able to stop her.
It would be a burden that he would carry for the rest of his life. No matter where this path took him, the thought of losing her was always going to leave him slightly breathless. There was always going to be a hold in his heart from the loss of her. She had meant more to him then she would ever know, and the thought, the knowledge that she was still there for him, still watching over him, would have yo be enough. It had to be enough. He would carry the thought deep inside of him for the rest fo his life, until the time came and he could be with her again.
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1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Character: Cloud Strife
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Author's Notes:
So I really sincerely hope that you all enjoy this. It took me forever to actually get it done. I had to take a couple of breaks because it was seriously stressful trying to create and execute an idea in under four minutes. And yes I had it betaed, just to keep my self from looking like a complete idiot. And yes, I'm posting this here and at the writing journal (the one here is going to be friend's locked. For no reason what so ever), because it's a meme that I was just crazy enough to want to do
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Cold - Crossfade
Cloud sat on the foot of his bed and wondered. Wondered about all the things that could of been. All of the things that should have been. There had been so many dreams and plans. So many things that they always said they were going to do. Places they were going to go. Never once thinking that there may not be time to fulfill them all. Never once imagining that they would be torn apart violently.
The finality of that moment, when they had lost each other so completely had been the end of all of those hopes and dreams. Cloud had seen each and every one of them going down the drain. Swirling faster and faster, being pulled away from him by some invisible force that was stronger then the pull on his heart to keep them buried deep within him. He had managed to live through it. Live through the horror and the pain of losing his best friend, his everything. The only question left was could he learn to live without him.
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Wings of a Butterfly - HIM
Cloud lay his head back on the soft green grass and watched the beautiful butterfly soar over his head. The deep blues and greens that decorated it's wings stood out against the light of blue of the sky and pure white of the cotton clouds. It looked so happy, so at peace. So free, he thought. It looked so delicate, as if the slightest touch would cause it to crumble into a pile of beautifully colored stones, leaving nothing behind to hint at it's previous brilliance.
Cloud wished that he could place a name to the feeling he got as he lay there and watched the show, It was a perfect mix between happiness and sorrow. The butterfly was free. Free of any feelings, free of any obligations. He, however was not. He had a life, full of pain, full of promise, full of promises he had made to other people, knowing full well he would never be able to keep most of them.
But in that moment, when everything in the world seemed to wash away, and the only thing that seemed real was him and that butterfly, he wished that things could stay that way forever.
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Savior - Skillet
There was so much that he had wanted to say. So many feelings that he had wanted to convey. There was so little time to say and do all of the things he had ever wanted. Feelings of love and regret. Of fear and anger. Of happiness and joy. So many words that had been formed into sentences in his mind that he could never quite bring himself to say. So many things could have been different, should have been different, if only he had been able to bring himself to say those three little words.
Three little words could have changed a life. Three little words could have saved a life.
But his fear of rejection, his fear of being laughed at and ridiculed was to strong. So strong that it had kept him from confessing everything, Instead choosing to keep it all held inside until it became a lump in his chest, threatening the very life it belonged to. Begging to be released. To let it's potential be realized. But instead it was rejected, pushed down until it was to late.
And now all the only thing he can feel is regret. Regret for not being strong enough to save him. Regret for not being strong enough to tell him the truth.
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Apologize - Timbaland feat. One Republic
There was something about he that he could never quite place his finger on. He had been drawn to her as if by some higher power. She was a girl who grew flowers in a dimly light church in the slums, and he was a mercenary with some serious identity issues. There was no reason for the two of them to find each other, but some how they had. Some how, they had become friends, and so much more then that.
She had longed to show him who he really was. To show him that while he wasn't the person who had been fabricated from memories and stories, he was a good person. He was strong enough to stand on his own, no matter what he thought.
He had wanted to show her that he was everything that he said he was. Wanted desperately to show her that there was more to him then just his history, a past that she had no knowledge of and no place in.
Together they wanted to save the world. They each had their own wants and needs, but above all, they wanted to save each other. And in their own ways, they both failed miserably.
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I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
There were nights when he would wake up screaming, unable to deal with the images that were exploding in front of him. It was unbearable to have to live through it all again, all of his worst memoires that had been buried so deep in his subconsises again in his dreams. Vivid images would be brought in front of him, tormenting him. Feelings long since dead would be spring up and make them selves appartent once again, clawing at his chest, making him gasp for breath.
It was at times like this that he wondered if it was worth it. Was going through this every night really worth all the pain and agnoy? He could easily leave it all behind. All it would take was a simple accident. Driving Fenrir over a cliff was sounding pretty good at the moment. But in the end what would it really sovle? He would just be running away from his problems. And he had made a promise to himself, and to the people who love him the most that he was done running. It was time to face his problems head on. Even if it meant seeing the images that haunted him most every night for the rest of his life. At least he would get to see their faces again.
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Turn It Up - Pillar
The cool night air blew around them as they sat on the roof of the Seventh Heaven. Thousands of twinkling stars shown in the dark sky. The moon shown, large and gray, lending it's light to the earth. It was peaceful, Cloud decided. With nothing but a blanket between them and cold stone, telling each other stories. One telling stories of rabbits and snakes, and the other telling tales of magicians and sorcerers. It has become routine. Every night after Denzel's home work was done he would seek out Cloud, and together they would trek up to the roof and sit there for hours, gazing at the stars. The boy was more like him then Cloud was willing to admit, and Denzel looked to Cloud as more of a big brother then a father. The peace that came from being together, from sharing in the fact that they had both suffered so much loss and heart ache, was comforting. One was young and needed much guidance and looked to the older to give it to him. The older was less knowledgeable then the younger knew, but he was willing to try. For some reason, the hope he saw in Denzel's eyes made him think anything was possible.
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Can't Take Me - Bryan Adams
The world had taken so much from him. Not the world, he corrected. A man. A man had taken so much from him. Aerith. His mom. His home. And somewhere, deep down, he knew that he was responsible for Zack's death. He had lived the past three years in fear. Always wondering what would be taken from him next. He had always given into that fear. It was over whelming, over powering fear that lived deep inside of him. He was unwilling to give up anyone else who was important to him. Unwilling to see anyone else suffer at his hand.
Until the day finally came when the thing that was truly most important to him was threatened, and he knew, without a doubt, that he was strong enough to over come the man, the fear, the night mare that had plagued him. He was strong enough to pull that sword from his shoulder, to push past the pain, and finally, put an end to the thing that haunted him. Finally, he was strong enough to release himself from his grasp. Finally he was free.
-----
Sonne - Rammstien
It had been raining for the past three days, making most of the roads in travelable, and thusly making any and all deliveries impossible to make. And so Cloud had been forced to wait it out, spending his time catching up on the paper work that tended to pile up while he was working, until finally it would simply because to big of a pile to be manageable, and he would end up sitting down and pushing through it.
Cloud hated the rain. Every since that day on the cliff over looking Midgar, when the rain had been so cold it had soaked through his clothing, straight through his skin and into his bones, leaving a chill that nothing could ever eradicate it fully. Washing away the blood, making red pools of mud that covered the ground and left burning reminders in his mind.
His eyes felt like they were screaming at the current moment. He had spent the last four hours pouring over order forms. Calculating numbers, taking down addresses. Answering the phone when it rang and taking down even more deliveries that needed to be made when the storm cleared out and the sun finally made it's return. Lending it's golden light to the world below, welcoming it's inhabitants to come out and enjoy the warmed tempatures it would bring, along with the cleaner atmosphere the rain had brought.
But for Cloud, all it served as was a reminder. That sometimes things don't always go the way their supposed to, no matter how hard you try.
-----
Phenomenon - Thousand Foot Krutch
There was a round of cheers as Cloud pulled the puppy out of the decorative box it had been housed in. It was completely black, and smaller then Cloud had imagined a puppy should be. It had large chocolate brown eyes that stared up at him with a look that told him the puppy knew more then he did. For some reason, in that moment, holding the soft ball of fur close to him, inhaling the scent that was purely animal, Cloud couldn't remember a time that he had ever been happier. Denzel jumped up and down next to him and asked, begged really, for Cloud to hurry up and pick out a name. Cloud smiled at the boy, and told him that there was really only one name possible.
-----
Breath - Breaking Benjamin
As the anverisary of the day grew closer, Cloud grew more and more withdrawn. It wasn't as painful as all the others, but it was still something that he felt guilt over. It hadn't been his fault, but some how he still felt remorse. The remorse that a killer must feel after they've truly realized what they had done. He hadn't been responsible, and yet a young girl, one who had loved him, and one who he had loved in return, was gone. If he had been quicker. If he had been smarter. If he had been able to see things the way the others saw them, he would have known what she had been planning, and maybe, oh just maybe, he would have been able to stop her.
It would be a burden that he would carry for the rest of his life. No matter where this path took him, the thought of losing her was always going to leave him slightly breathless. There was always going to be a hold in his heart from the loss of her. She had meant more to him then she would ever know, and the thought, the knowledge that she was still there for him, still watching over him, would have yo be enough. It had to be enough. He would carry the thought deep inside of him for the rest fo his life, until the time came and he could be with her again.
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