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savioursephWalk Without Limbs - Morpha (OoT)
The glistening azure pseudopodium stretched it's way across the room; membranous surface rippling along the ground swiftly towards the rust-coloured nucleus the child had so rudely divested it of. But the wretched harpoon held it fast, and it couldn't help but watch on helplessly as it's core was julienned with sickening efficiency and speed.
Bloody orange shreds fell to the floor, undulating wildly in their struggle to return to the mother mass and regroup, but it was no use - the boy ran after them all in turn, stomping and crushing the life out of them mercilessly. As the last piece was crushed to a slippery paste, the amoeba's tenuous grip on it's surroundings was no more and it fell lifeless, smashing off the tiled floor and tearing; spilling it's vitreous life blood in a tidal wave; it's dying wish only to drown the creature that killed it in glorious pyrrhic victory.
Tennis Shoes are not for Tennis - Link/Linebeck (PH)
The thwack of the gutta-percha sole of the shoe was deafening as it ricocheted around the near-deserted cabin of the S.S. Linebeck. Pants around his ankles, the middle-aged man emitted a whimper of pleasurepain and bucked his hips out still further, his ass now right up in the petit blond’s face as he went in for another blow.
“Are you sure this is how you play tennis, Mr. Linebeck?”
I haven’t thought of you lately at all - Skullkid (MM)
He clutched the mask tight and wondered. He knew it was something special to him, but the woods had a habit of taking away what was held dear; they weren’t called the “Lost” woods for nothing after all. Bony face grinned at no face, as if desperately trying to undo the effects of the forest’s treacherous nepenthe – to give some hint as to why the child treasured it. But no face could only stare blankly, the memory as lost to him as the child he used to be before he was Lost.
And then the adult came – the adult so hateful and sly he’d managed to connive himself a fairy to guide him. Thoughts forgotten he put on his battle face. Bony grin met no grin, telling him to kill; destroy the trespasser and let him try to remember.
Ass Antlers - Rude/Reno (FFVII)
“Err… Reno?”
“UNFUNFyeahh?”
“When exactlyUH did you get that?”
“What?”
“On your buttOHGODYEAH”
“AhHH, right. ElenaAAA talked me into it – you like?”
“It’s pretty offputtinGUHHactually – I feel like I’m getting a blowjob from Rudolph”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining until just nOWWNOTSOFUCKINGFAST. I thought you must’ve liked it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t.”
Smooth Liquidation - Demyx's Water Forms (KH2)
The translucent forms gibbered and capered feverishly around him, threatening to crush him, to drown him in the crocodile tears of the incomplete. He desperately thrashed the keyblade around, slicing through the aqueous replicas of the mullet-bedecked man controlling them, but even as he destroyed one another 4 took it’s place and he was powerless to stop the watery quadrille as it lost shape and collapsed, washing away all hope of survival.
The glistening azure pseudopodium stretched it's way across the room; membranous surface rippling along the ground swiftly towards the rust-coloured nucleus the child had so rudely divested it of. But the wretched harpoon held it fast, and it couldn't help but watch on helplessly as it's core was julienned with sickening efficiency and speed.
Bloody orange shreds fell to the floor, undulating wildly in their struggle to return to the mother mass and regroup, but it was no use - the boy ran after them all in turn, stomping and crushing the life out of them mercilessly. As the last piece was crushed to a slippery paste, the amoeba's tenuous grip on it's surroundings was no more and it fell lifeless, smashing off the tiled floor and tearing; spilling it's vitreous life blood in a tidal wave; it's dying wish only to drown the creature that killed it in glorious pyrrhic victory.
Tennis Shoes are not for Tennis - Link/Linebeck (PH)
The thwack of the gutta-percha sole of the shoe was deafening as it ricocheted around the near-deserted cabin of the S.S. Linebeck. Pants around his ankles, the middle-aged man emitted a whimper of pleasurepain and bucked his hips out still further, his ass now right up in the petit blond’s face as he went in for another blow.
“Are you sure this is how you play tennis, Mr. Linebeck?”
I haven’t thought of you lately at all - Skullkid (MM)
He clutched the mask tight and wondered. He knew it was something special to him, but the woods had a habit of taking away what was held dear; they weren’t called the “Lost” woods for nothing after all. Bony face grinned at no face, as if desperately trying to undo the effects of the forest’s treacherous nepenthe – to give some hint as to why the child treasured it. But no face could only stare blankly, the memory as lost to him as the child he used to be before he was Lost.
And then the adult came – the adult so hateful and sly he’d managed to connive himself a fairy to guide him. Thoughts forgotten he put on his battle face. Bony grin met no grin, telling him to kill; destroy the trespasser and let him try to remember.
Ass Antlers - Rude/Reno (FFVII)
“Err… Reno?”
“UNFUNFyeahh?”
“When exactlyUH did you get that?”
“What?”
“On your buttOHGODYEAH”
“AhHH, right. ElenaAAA talked me into it – you like?”
“It’s pretty offputtinGUHHactually – I feel like I’m getting a blowjob from Rudolph”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining until just nOWWNOTSOFUCKINGFAST. I thought you must’ve liked it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t.”
Smooth Liquidation - Demyx's Water Forms (KH2)
The translucent forms gibbered and capered feverishly around him, threatening to crush him, to drown him in the crocodile tears of the incomplete. He desperately thrashed the keyblade around, slicing through the aqueous replicas of the mullet-bedecked man controlling them, but even as he destroyed one another 4 took it’s place and he was powerless to stop the watery quadrille as it lost shape and collapsed, washing away all hope of survival.
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Date: 2008-01-09 07:08 pm (UTC)