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Space - Xigbar/Xaldin (KH2)
He stood on the bridge, weeping openly. This was where he had made his final stand, his last ditch attempt to leave with some dignity, and it had failed miserably. He stared sullenly at the gargoyles dotted around the walls, the sole witnesses to his partner's demise at the hands of Number XIII's other, and was overwhelmed with rage. How could he do this? He lifted his guns and blasted one of the grotesque statues into jagged shards, chunks of too-bright stone thudding noisily on the ground.
Without him he felt hollow - the space he left almost physical in it's not-being.
Piss - Asuka, Sandalphon (NGE)
At times she wondered what the hell she did this for. Fame? Glory? Sating her constant desire to torture wimpy Japanese schoolboys? Whatever she thought it might be, nothing could come close to making this worth it. Here she was, submerged in lava, wearing a comically oversized suit and desperate for a piss, while a fucked-up fish/fetus-thing rammed continuously into the cable that was all that was stopping her from meeting a horrible, melty death.
She tried to concentrate on the after - the gloating at Shinji when she inevitably destroyed the angel and the adulation she would get. But all she could think of was the urgent pressure building in her bladder; how disgusting it would be to breathe in the mixture of LCL and urine, baking in the stench while surrounded by the natural inferno, and how humiliating it would be if the cable snapped and she died pissing herself.
And humiliation was something she would never suffer - not even in death.
Fag - Cid/Vincent (FFVII)
The mutant freak dissipated in a cloud of dust and feathers, and apparently all was well with the world.
Well, almost all.
Cid reached behind his ear for the well-deserved celebratory cigarette, and his hand came back empty - they'd gone! He desperately searched the pink fluffy clouds they were standing on, but to no avail - not a cig to be found. He eyed his teammates suspiciously - while Tifa was hardly a suspect given her current batrachian state, Vincent was a different kettle of fish. He'd lost count of how many times the extremely-well-preserved-for-his-age man had nagged at him to quit - how much he had told him his breath stunk; that wheezing wasn't attractive in the slightest despite his rugged and manly appearance. There was even that time he'd sneakily replaced his cigs with matches - what the hell was he supposed to do with those?
He considered jumping him, but it was always a risky prospect. Vincent's moods were so hard to read these days - he never knew whether he'd laugh or turn into a chainsaw-wielding lunatic.
Sighing in frustration, Cid took out his rolling tobacco and resigned himself to his filterless fate.
Bad Ass Motherfucker/Adore - Jenova/Sephiroth (FFVII)
If the disembodied head staring lecherously at him had owned a brooch, his dazzling sea-green eyes would be running down his face in bloody streams by now. How could he live with himself? With the memory of those... tentacles? It was so much worse being raped in your sleep by your own mother when said mother just happened to be a squiggly alien virus-thing with no head and eyes in place of nipples. And yet he still adored her - he supposed it was her mind-control hoodoo at work, but it didn't feel forced in the slightest. In any case, he wouldn't have to live with his shame for much longer - some time next week the giant rock would drop out of the sky and erase the world of those who would've been sickened by their future god's disturbing sex-life.
harpylink234 :)Space - Xigbar/Xaldin (KH2)
He stood on the bridge, weeping openly. This was where he had made his final stand, his last ditch attempt to leave with some dignity, and it had failed miserably. He stared sullenly at the gargoyles dotted around the walls, the sole witnesses to his partner's demise at the hands of Number XIII's other, and was overwhelmed with rage. How could he do this? He lifted his guns and blasted one of the grotesque statues into jagged shards, chunks of too-bright stone thudding noisily on the ground.
Without him he felt hollow - the space he left almost physical in it's not-being.
Piss - Asuka, Sandalphon (NGE)
At times she wondered what the hell she did this for. Fame? Glory? Sating her constant desire to torture wimpy Japanese schoolboys? Whatever she thought it might be, nothing could come close to making this worth it. Here she was, submerged in lava, wearing a comically oversized suit and desperate for a piss, while a fucked-up fish/fetus-thing rammed continuously into the cable that was all that was stopping her from meeting a horrible, melty death.
She tried to concentrate on the after - the gloating at Shinji when she inevitably destroyed the angel and the adulation she would get. But all she could think of was the urgent pressure building in her bladder; how disgusting it would be to breathe in the mixture of LCL and urine, baking in the stench while surrounded by the natural inferno, and how humiliating it would be if the cable snapped and she died pissing herself.
And humiliation was something she would never suffer - not even in death.
Fag - Cid/Vincent (FFVII)
The mutant freak dissipated in a cloud of dust and feathers, and apparently all was well with the world.
Well, almost all.
Cid reached behind his ear for the well-deserved celebratory cigarette, and his hand came back empty - they'd gone! He desperately searched the pink fluffy clouds they were standing on, but to no avail - not a cig to be found. He eyed his teammates suspiciously - while Tifa was hardly a suspect given her current batrachian state, Vincent was a different kettle of fish. He'd lost count of how many times the extremely-well-preserved-for-his-age man had nagged at him to quit - how much he had told him his breath stunk; that wheezing wasn't attractive in the slightest despite his rugged and manly appearance. There was even that time he'd sneakily replaced his cigs with matches - what the hell was he supposed to do with those?
He considered jumping him, but it was always a risky prospect. Vincent's moods were so hard to read these days - he never knew whether he'd laugh or turn into a chainsaw-wielding lunatic.
Sighing in frustration, Cid took out his rolling tobacco and resigned himself to his filterless fate.
Bad Ass Motherfucker/Adore - Jenova/Sephiroth (FFVII)
If the disembodied head staring lecherously at him had owned a brooch, his dazzling sea-green eyes would be running down his face in bloody streams by now. How could he live with himself? With the memory of those... tentacles? It was so much worse being raped in your sleep by your own mother when said mother just happened to be a squiggly alien virus-thing with no head and eyes in place of nipples. And yet he still adored her - he supposed it was her mind-control hoodoo at work, but it didn't feel forced in the slightest. In any case, he wouldn't have to live with his shame for much longer - some time next week the giant rock would drop out of the sky and erase the world of those who would've been sickened by their future god's disturbing sex-life.
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Date: 2007-12-29 04:51 am (UTC)If not I'll pester Amy to get them for you :)