My mind is corrosive.
Perhaps 'tis a bit random, but I love you all. I really do. <3
...except anriko because she's a mean seme.
Working on ShinRa/BC chaotic crack!fic again. Sephiroth/Cloud+Zack parts, specifically. Just added on to this part, and what I did is dedicated to thorne_scratch because... one of your comments made me do it. Well, a couple paragraphs, I mean.
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“On my count,” Sephiroth said quietly, readying himself, Zack, and Cloud to charge. “One… two… thr-”
“YAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Cloud yelled, almost giving the three away due to his cute teenage overeager-ness as he ran prematurely into battle.
…or tried to, anyway.
He didn’t get very far -- only about a foot and a half -- before Sephiroth grabbed his collar and yanked him backwards, causing the small trooper to nearly topple onto the ground, choke to death from a collapsed trachea courtesy of his shirt, and, finally, drop and accidentally discharge his powerful ShinRa-issue ‘I’m-a-wimpy-grunt-and-not-powerful-enough-to-use-a-sword’ rifle.
For nothing unfortunate to result from his admittedly harsh recall, Sephiroth was silently grateful. Had any of those consequences happened, things would have been very bad for him. Very bad indeed.
Sephiroth took the blonde trooper by his slight and flimsily-armored shoulders, twisted him around, and leaned down until they stood face to face. And because I want him to, Sephiroth looked deep into Cloud’s big, blue, diamond-sparkly, icy, glittering, fathomless pool-like sapphire orbs lovingly for a long moment, his own prettily glowing aquamarine eyes glowing prettily.
After a while of creepy staring, even though it was pretty inappropriate and dangerous considering the circumstances, Sephiroth leaned in and kissed the illegally underage teenage boy. Then, since it’s hot, Sephiroth not-so-gently coaxed Cloud’s mouth open and pushed his amazing, pleasure-giving tongue inside, bringing about some drooly doujinshi-style tongue action -- only in the fic it’s slightly less messy and copious and even more sexier.
Yes, it is ‘even more sexier’.
Cloud squeaked as Sephiroth pulled him tight against his body and clamped one black-gloved hand onto his little boy-ass, even though he’s pretty used to this all by now. Trust me, he’s squeaking because he’s just so cute and innocent, not because he isn’t into the rough stuff. He is.
Next to them, Zack coughed a little bit and tapped on the hilt of the Buster Sword, waiting for his two companions to finish. But when he noticed that my timer said Sephiroth and Cloud were going to French for about another five minutes, the black-haired SOLDIER sighed and let his attention fall onto the battlefield, where a small war was currently being waged. Silently, Zack wondered which action he should jump into: the small war in the slums, or the small war I decided to make Sephiroth initiate within Cloud’s mouth.
At long last, Zack turned to watch the bigger small war instead. The way he figured it, his job was more important than getting some, a decision which deemed Zack the most responsible SOLDIER there.
…and that Sephiroth should have been fired for constantly using his position in such a manner, especially when treading on the unstable grounds that they were then.
A minute later, Sephiroth’s tongue continued getting it on with Cloud’s, and Cloud went on being cute and young and molestable and stuff.
Zack rolled his eyes, foot tapping restlessly. Once in a while he took a glance at the wristwatch imbedded in his right armlet, the whole time wondering why five minutes always had to go by so slow when you really had something important to do, but when you actually wanted to do it, you were instead forced to wait because your two best friends were too busy making out to care about you or the assignment you all had to complete.
…and no, I don’t know what that sort of wait is like. I’m guessing it seems really long, though.
Pulling away finally, the silver-haired man ordered, “Now, don’t be so overeager outside of the bedroom, Cloud.” With his breath all sexy and husky and ragged from that hawt kiss, Sephiroth stated, “It’s not as attractive a trait when you’re still fully clothed and on the battlefield.”
The trooper opened his mouth, but before he could apologize for that naughty disobedience, Sephiroth interrupted to correct himself. “No… don’t be overeager on the battlefield while we’re fighting and you’re fully clothed.”
Upon catching Sephiroth’s verbal completion (god that sounds so stupid), Cloud started, “Sor-”
“Wait!” Sephiroth blurted out, shaking his hands about and looking every bit the crazy man he really is deep inside, deciding that he needed to further clarify his ‘when Cloud can be overeager on the battlefield and when he cannot’ conditions. This, of course, was because Sephiroth was a very smart man and could deduce that Cloud may not yet understand exactly what he was getting at, since his lover was so criminally young and drowning in naïveté because he was raised in a backwater mountain town and wore a ponytail growing up.
…by the way, no, the ponytail thing has nothing to do with naïveté.
Clearing his throat, the older man explained, “What I meant to say was, don’t be overeager on the battlefield while we’re fighting, both fully clothed, in an unconcealed area, and I’m not touching you in very-inappropriate-but-trust-me-Cloud-it’s-perfectly-acceptable-when-you-consent-to-it places. Do I make myself clear?”
Staring at him, Cloud waited a full forty-three seconds for allowance in case his commander needed to interject with any more minor corrections to his very anal terms.
Time ticked by in tune to cracks of gunfire sounding in the immediate vicinity, and some errant bullets whizzed by their heads in the span of not-really-silent silence.
Luckily for them, none of those strays hit their unintentional marks.
Once those forty-three seconds were up, the not-shot-in-the-head blonde cadet finally said, “Yes, sir; I’m sorry for undermining you. It won’t happen again, General Sephy, sir.”
Sephiroth’s left eye twitched at the name, no doubt wishing me death right about now.
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I hope that made you people feel unclean.
Writing, how I have missed thy shittiness and run-on sentences.
However, President ShinRa rarely minded any of the freaky shit he granted Hojo’s department funding for. Putting it simply, Hojo was da bomb and threw wicked parties with lots of loose women and alcohol so he was granted permission to do whatever his creepy little heart desired.
lolol it's funny 'cause Hojo does stuff.
HEY. Someone send me some Louis Armstrong -- just "What a Wonderful World" and "A Kiss to Build a Dream On". One of you HAS to have Louis Armstrong...
EDIT: HEY. Tell me, how/why does the HP fandom generate so much wank? I don't get it o.o
...except anriko because she's a mean seme.
Working on ShinRa/BC chaotic crack!fic again. Sephiroth/Cloud+Zack parts, specifically. Just added on to this part, and what I did is dedicated to thorne_scratch because... one of your comments made me do it. Well, a couple paragraphs, I mean.
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“On my count,” Sephiroth said quietly, readying himself, Zack, and Cloud to charge. “One… two… thr-”
“YAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Cloud yelled, almost giving the three away due to his cute teenage overeager-ness as he ran prematurely into battle.
…or tried to, anyway.
He didn’t get very far -- only about a foot and a half -- before Sephiroth grabbed his collar and yanked him backwards, causing the small trooper to nearly topple onto the ground, choke to death from a collapsed trachea courtesy of his shirt, and, finally, drop and accidentally discharge his powerful ShinRa-issue ‘I’m-a-wimpy-grunt-and-not-powerful-enough-to-use-a-sword’ rifle.
For nothing unfortunate to result from his admittedly harsh recall, Sephiroth was silently grateful. Had any of those consequences happened, things would have been very bad for him. Very bad indeed.
Sephiroth took the blonde trooper by his slight and flimsily-armored shoulders, twisted him around, and leaned down until they stood face to face. And because I want him to, Sephiroth looked deep into Cloud’s big, blue, diamond-sparkly, icy, glittering, fathomless pool-like sapphire orbs lovingly for a long moment, his own prettily glowing aquamarine eyes glowing prettily.
After a while of creepy staring, even though it was pretty inappropriate and dangerous considering the circumstances, Sephiroth leaned in and kissed the illegally underage teenage boy. Then, since it’s hot, Sephiroth not-so-gently coaxed Cloud’s mouth open and pushed his amazing, pleasure-giving tongue inside, bringing about some drooly doujinshi-style tongue action -- only in the fic it’s slightly less messy and copious and even more sexier.
Yes, it is ‘even more sexier’.
Cloud squeaked as Sephiroth pulled him tight against his body and clamped one black-gloved hand onto his little boy-ass, even though he’s pretty used to this all by now. Trust me, he’s squeaking because he’s just so cute and innocent, not because he isn’t into the rough stuff. He is.
Next to them, Zack coughed a little bit and tapped on the hilt of the Buster Sword, waiting for his two companions to finish. But when he noticed that my timer said Sephiroth and Cloud were going to French for about another five minutes, the black-haired SOLDIER sighed and let his attention fall onto the battlefield, where a small war was currently being waged. Silently, Zack wondered which action he should jump into: the small war in the slums, or the small war I decided to make Sephiroth initiate within Cloud’s mouth.
At long last, Zack turned to watch the bigger small war instead. The way he figured it, his job was more important than getting some, a decision which deemed Zack the most responsible SOLDIER there.
…and that Sephiroth should have been fired for constantly using his position in such a manner, especially when treading on the unstable grounds that they were then.
A minute later, Sephiroth’s tongue continued getting it on with Cloud’s, and Cloud went on being cute and young and molestable and stuff.
Zack rolled his eyes, foot tapping restlessly. Once in a while he took a glance at the wristwatch imbedded in his right armlet, the whole time wondering why five minutes always had to go by so slow when you really had something important to do, but when you actually wanted to do it, you were instead forced to wait because your two best friends were too busy making out to care about you or the assignment you all had to complete.
…and no, I don’t know what that sort of wait is like. I’m guessing it seems really long, though.
Pulling away finally, the silver-haired man ordered, “Now, don’t be so overeager outside of the bedroom, Cloud.” With his breath all sexy and husky and ragged from that hawt kiss, Sephiroth stated, “It’s not as attractive a trait when you’re still fully clothed and on the battlefield.”
The trooper opened his mouth, but before he could apologize for that naughty disobedience, Sephiroth interrupted to correct himself. “No… don’t be overeager on the battlefield while we’re fighting and you’re fully clothed.”
Upon catching Sephiroth’s verbal completion (god that sounds so stupid), Cloud started, “Sor-”
“Wait!” Sephiroth blurted out, shaking his hands about and looking every bit the crazy man he really is deep inside, deciding that he needed to further clarify his ‘when Cloud can be overeager on the battlefield and when he cannot’ conditions. This, of course, was because Sephiroth was a very smart man and could deduce that Cloud may not yet understand exactly what he was getting at, since his lover was so criminally young and drowning in naïveté because he was raised in a backwater mountain town and wore a ponytail growing up.
…by the way, no, the ponytail thing has nothing to do with naïveté.
Clearing his throat, the older man explained, “What I meant to say was, don’t be overeager on the battlefield while we’re fighting, both fully clothed, in an unconcealed area, and I’m not touching you in very-inappropriate-but-trust-me-Cloud-it’s-perfectly-acceptable-when-you-consent-to-it places. Do I make myself clear?”
Staring at him, Cloud waited a full forty-three seconds for allowance in case his commander needed to interject with any more minor corrections to his very anal terms.
Time ticked by in tune to cracks of gunfire sounding in the immediate vicinity, and some errant bullets whizzed by their heads in the span of not-really-silent silence.
Luckily for them, none of those strays hit their unintentional marks.
Once those forty-three seconds were up, the not-shot-in-the-head blonde cadet finally said, “Yes, sir; I’m sorry for undermining you. It won’t happen again, General Sephy, sir.”
Sephiroth’s left eye twitched at the name, no doubt wishing me death right about now.
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I hope that made you people feel unclean.
Writing, how I have missed thy shittiness and run-on sentences.
However, President ShinRa rarely minded any of the freaky shit he granted Hojo’s department funding for. Putting it simply, Hojo was da bomb and threw wicked parties with lots of loose women and alcohol so he was granted permission to do whatever his creepy little heart desired.
lolol it's funny 'cause Hojo does stuff.
HEY. Someone send me some Louis Armstrong -- just "What a Wonderful World" and "A Kiss to Build a Dream On". One of you HAS to have Louis Armstrong...
EDIT: HEY. Tell me, how/why does the HP fandom generate so much wank? I don't get it o.o