simply smashing.

[rawri]

I FINISHED AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENT.

And I also just realized it's December 31st. While I skip having a time capsule moment, allow me to show appreciation in another form.

In celebration of finishing and this Happy New Year:a Prompt Quiz.FANDOM or GAME or CROSSOVER
pairing or platonic
NC-17 slash or Disney Grequest it. may be rewarded with a

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[rawri]

It wasn't the skin of a griffin, or even a Nibelheim wolf - it luckily wasn't a Marlboro's pelt - but it was still getting stared at like it was the dirtiest thing around.

"What?"

"... Why did you bring that in?"

Zack hefted it higher, smiled brighter, thought that maybe that'd work even though he knew it wouldn't.

"I used to hunt a lot, y'know. Back in Gongaga."

Staring.

"I thought that maybe we could use it."

"We?"

"Well, yeah," he shrugged one shoulder, taking a step or two closer, forever the dog convincing the cat to play. "It's really harm. And watch this--"

He swung the tarp, moved with it in one fluid motion, ignoring the slight twitch of surprise from the other; when it was over, his arms were draped loosely over Reno's shoulder, smile inches from the other's nose, pressed close enough to breath in the same air (not the musk of the rug).

"See? Warm."

There was some grumbling, something about 'you're more like a radiator than that thing,' and a complaint about dirty jungle animal skins and the animals that brought them home, but when Reno leaned forward on to him, Zack took it with even more of a smile.

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Pelt wrote me a ZR drabble *^* Anditissoawesomejdsfhkjdh *fangirls for five minutes* C-Can I save it? fjksdfhjh <3333

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And you did Reno awesome, by the way, I remember you telling me you weren't sure about him, but jdfhksj *thumbs up!* x3333333333333

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[rawri]

FFFJKASNJKGNKLM;ASMGJKk gkjnasjkgknjkasgn go ahead and save it, sure. ;;;;; IT'S NOT THAT GRAND. ♥;;;;

Give more prompts, and I'll see if my school-mind comes up with something...!

I skimped on him to make sure he turned out as least-offensive as possible, if you noticed. ;w; but akngk thank you.

I totally read it as warm djfhsdkjfhhdsf

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dfgjgsdfjdjg Aaaa Erm, erm! Keys! Hmm. Gift! And-- er. Umbrella! or Rain. Hm. Fancy restaurant. kjfhsdjfhkh It's so hard to give prompts kjhksdjh Blush-- Is that a prompt? hfkjdsfh Gold Saucer. Chocobo. Aaaa pick the ones you like or the ones that you think about on the spotjhsdkjfhs Like books or window, since you are going to school. x3 jhfkjsh <33

I did, I loved it, because even without him speaking much, you captured him really well and that's what matters. He would be exactly like that, and flail at the "he is moving that thing behind me" but then just calm when he rested his arms in there and due to the closeness. He would do as you made him, it's really awesome jdkfhkjdsh And it's making me squee a Hell of a lot and aaaa what an awesome way to start my day <333 Thank YOU jhfskdh x333 <3!

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[knockout_drops]

H-Here!

I am not good with prompts and this is NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY PRESENT YET kjhsjkfhkjdfhkj but maybe they will help you get some ideas or inspiration? Ihopeso ;;; It's two short drabbles; the first, I think I should explain, happens after Zack would receive a message/text with the title, which is in italics and the second is what Zack sees the first time he saw Reno after a serious Turk mission. It's... mostly bloody stuff but kjdfhkjdsh I-I thought I could share in case it gives you more ideas ;; dfjkhfhs

► "Isn't there somewhere else you should be? Something you should be protecting?"

The wooden door stood, apparently untouched, covering the way. One, two, three, four knocks and five seconds of waiting revealed no movement at all and eventually, for sure, those knocks would turn into bangs, into calls, yells, kicks and full body attacks.

The door would give in, scampering open, revealing a vision much different than before: Signs of struggle, of fighting, glass broken, furniture out of place or fallen, pieces of wood everywhere. It seemed like a tornado had just passed by, leaving behind destruction and the unmistakable smell of iron.

Crimson tainted some of the walls, just a touch - as if a bloodied hand had pressed or passed upon it - sometimes, others like a bucket had been thrown at it , spilling to the sides and crawling down, droplets still falling on the growing puddle on the floor.

A hand could be seen behind the turned over couch, hiding the rest of whoever was down. It looked pale, as ever, and amazingly clean, as if it belonged to someone who was merely asleep. Quite some feet away from it, the static sound of the broken communication device cleared the silence, even if the whole eeriness of the place had not allowed it to be noticed until then. Closer to that hand, a cockroach ran, from one side to the other, seemingly not knowing what to do, or where to go - It wasn't getting the usual answers from that familiar presence on the floor.

The soft fire in the fireplace, still lit, refused to crackle the wood, just silently burning and keeping an otherwise cold room rather warm. It was responsible, as well, for the only light illuminating the place, night falling, a dim, trembling golden that made possible to read the words written on the wall above it, still fresh and dripping in the same red that painted the other walls:

"Too bad you got lost!"

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► "This is the life of a Turk." - Maybe all he needs is a hero.

The clock ticks, and tacks, and turns.

He isn't really counting.

Trembling, but not cold, long lost clarity, all he stares at is the ground though the ground is not what he sees.

Crimson paint, tainted stories, he is covered in more other than his own, living proof of their existence, reason for their loss.

He is all that's left.

Not a movement, not a sound besides his heavy breathing, he is like a wounded beast slowly recovering from a hunt. He's not there but he is, sharp and agile, he will shoot anything that dares to approach on a fast pace.

Right now, he isn't human.

He is everything you hate, everything you never wanted to see. He is your nightmares come true, he is the devil taking you for your sins.

He is breaking. Slowly.

And all you can do is watch.

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