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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!

HELLO FRIENDS????? Remember those fandoms we all used to be in? and producing things for? Well, baby, it's time for a nostalgia run, so buckle up your chocobos and get ready to roll. We haven't done a Kiss Battle in years and lassarina and I for one think it's TIME TO DO SO.

This event is open to everyone, even if we aren't DW circlefriends! (feel free to friend me too; i promise i'm not crazy ~~that's a lie~~). If you aren't on DW, you can still play via anon or OpenID!

The Kiss Battle is simple. Players leave prompts in comments under each specific fandom, using generalized fandom nomenclature: a relationship of some sort, and a concept to inspire other players.

For romantic relationship kisses, we use X / Y
For platonic relationship kisses, we use X & Y
Absolutely open to relationships with more than 2 people involved! X / Y / Z (/ A / B ...) welcome to this party!
Prompts can be a word, a sentence, an image, a song lyric; it's a suggestion, rather than a request
it's a kiss battle! there will be smooches!

Players then go looking for smoochin' prompts they'd like to fill. Fills can be fic, art, interpretive dance, whatever you're inspired to; they can be filled in a responding comment, or as a link (to AO3, tumblr, etc). FILLS GOTTA HAVE A KISS IN 'EM. IT'S A KISS BATTLE. What counts as a "kiss" is up to you, though -- you can be creative!

Fills should use the comment header to let people know what the fill is; please use a format like "X / Y, (title), (rating), (any content warnings that might apply)"
- "Aerith/Tifa, memorial, G"
- "Cloud/Squall, just in time, R (blood)"
Prompts can be filled multiple times! Don't worry if someone got there first; we love Two Cakes up in this event! The more kisses we get, the better!
You can fill as anon if you want/need for any reason
You can of course crosspost anywhere you'd like

It's a very simple game, and is meant to be played in good faith without anybody being a shitbag about pairings or characters. We're all too old for this.

Comments or Questions?

FANDOM LINKS Fandoms with compilations and expansions should fall into their titled macrofandom. For example:

FFXIII also includes FFXIII-2 and Lightning Returns (FFXIII-3)
FFX also includes X-2
FFIV includes the After Years

If you need to specify a certain microfandom / singular canon, please do so in the prompt or in the comment header!

FINAL FANTASY I
FINAL FANTASY II
FINAL FANTASY III
FINAL FANTASY IV
FINAL FANTASY V
FINAL FANTASY VI
FINAL FANTASY VII
FINAL FANTASY VIII
FINAL FANTASY IX
FINAL FANTASY X
FINAL FANTASY XI
FINAL FANTASY XII
FINAL FANTASY XIII
FINAL FANTASY XIV
FINAL FANTASY XV
FINAL FANTASY TACTICS
FINAL FANTASY TYPE-0
FINAL FANTASY RECORD KEEPER
FINAL FANTASY BRAVE EXVIUS
BRAVELY DEFAULT
FINAL FANTASY SPIRITS WITHIN
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS

MAKE FRIENDS! If you're interested in meeting more FF fandom people, this comment thread can be used as a friending meme! Tell us a little about yourself, which FFs you've played, favorite characters/ships, and look around for new friends!

FF FRIENDING THREAD

You can also join the Final Fantasy Old Folks Home Discord and come gripe about those kids on our lawn and the old days where you had to level grind by hand lmao. Open to all FF fans!

BLITZ KISSINS If you already know what smooches you want to write, you don't need to wait for a prompt -- just comment into the relevant fandom thread with your kiss!

REMEMBER It's only fun if everybody plays, so if you leave a prompt, try to fill someone else's!

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*whistles innocently and leaves this here*

aaaaaaaaaaaa i love it I love it thank youuuuu

her arm! His mask pulled aside! LIGHTNING BOLTS

squeeeeee

ok if you can picture me doing the lalafell panic emote that is exactly what is happening, lol. (Happy panic! but also panic because someone noticed me aaaaaa) Thank you so much! I love writing these two--their banter is never ending entertainment for me--and I'm so happy you liked it. :)

Elma/Lucil, long day

IDIOT BOYS

SEV OMG THIS IS GORGEOUS

their elements! colors! flowy lines! YES

Thank you! :)

yes yes yes yes yes you got a better comment on AO3 but still many times yes

Hi there! My fandom name is SapientesGladio on AO3. I had a tumblr with that name but because it's 2-FA is locked under an old phone number, I have no access to that account anymore. You're definitely free to look at it. It's a relic of the past considering the layout has Ditto from Drakengard 3.

bahamuts_

is my twitter. I am a shit poster, live tweeting and chaotic person on there. If you're interested in chatting there, you're more than welcome to! I want more Dreamwidth friends tho. LOL

My pronouns are she/her & they/them! I don't mind either, frankly.

FFs I'm familiar with: I'm taking this from a lore and writing wise perspective, otherwise I've played FFs (II, IV, VI-X-2, XII, XIII & XIII-2, XV, Tactics/WOTL, Crisis Core, Dissidia [PSP & Opera Omnia] & Bravely Default). I'm most familiar with VII, VIII, XII, XV, and Dissidia. Presently most of my content has been FF8 related but I'm shifting towards Apex Legends (momentarily, I need a break from my other projects).

Currently active fandoms: 13 Sentinels, FF8, Dissidia, and Apex Legends for the moment. I'm enjoying reminiscing with people that know where the namesake of my fandom name comes from. Haha

Fav FF characters: Zack, Ramza, Delita, Fang, Aranea, Zidane, Squall and Selphie.

My favorite ships of all time are:

IV: Cecil/Kain/Rosa, Cecil/Kain, Kain/Rosa

VII: GainsHart/AerTi (Aerith/Tifa) & Valenwind (Cid/Vincent)

VIII: Lion's Rapture (Squall/Selphie), Burning Lion's Wall (Squall/Selphie/Zell - Timber Trio), Romantic Dream (Seifer/Rinoa), Laguna/Raine, Julia/Caraway & Laguna/Kiros

IX: Garnet/Zidane (

XII: Larnelo (Larsa/Penelo)

Dissidia: 589/59/58/89 (Bartz/Squall/Zidane and their pairing variants - Dissidia) 2/4 (Firion/Kain) 8/10 (Squall/Yuna)

There's probably more but.... I don't remember them and these are the ones that come to mind.

I am a strange creature. LOL If you're into homeskillets just trying to vibe and also creating chaos, I'm that gal!

Edited (I didn't like how my ships looked cluttered so I separated them a bit lmfao.) 2021-02-13 22:47 (UTC)

Listen. Quistis/Rinoa has been growing on me and I accidentally left it out on my FF8 pairings because I forgot. LOL But yes. I love them so much, together.

I also followed you on my tumblr! I'm not nearly as active on there as I used to be, but I wouldn't mind poking around and seeing how you're doing on there if it's fine! c:

OUCH.

I mean that in the best way possible! ♥

Dissidia

Squall(VIII)/Yuna(X), any rating frankly.

Prompt: Something on your mind?

thank you!!! it was very fun writing the vibe between these two~

Squall/Selphie, things are not always as they seem.

Finally, one of my other secret rare pairs. c:

Squall/Fujin, Dreamcatcher - Break The Wall (chorus)

Come on break the wall
That you protected till now
Fight it with all your strength
Defeat those hardships

Larsa/Penelo, "My home is in Archadia, but my heart is in the skies"

(a reference to Penelo pursuing being a sky pirate)

WHUPS, I misread this as "&" instead of "/", and I didn't notice util I finished writing; hope the result is still in your wheelhouse!

Afterwards, Larsa wondered how long Vayne had been plotting his scheme.

No—Larsa did not need to wonder. A child wonders, but an adult sees, studies, and understands. And no Solidor could afford to remain a child for long.

So Larsa made himself understand. After his hasty coronation, with the dust around Rabanastre barely settled, Larsa's first act as emperor was to pull every file from Draklor Laboratory, and gather every scrap of paper that Vayne had ever touched. For a week he poured over the files, reading and rereading, while rebuffing his advisors at every turn, who pleaded that the young emperor's attention was urgently needed elsewhere, that his ministers and ambassadors were desperate to speak with him. Not yet, Larsa said each time, not yet, not yet. Not until he understood the circumstances that had brought him here. (He could ill afford mistakes, in his new role. He could ill afford childishness.)

Vayne's own papers and effects revealed little—his brother was as careful in his correspondence as he was with everything. But Dr. Cid Bunansa's records were illuminating as they were discursive, knotted snarls of words that wound and wove and rambled every which way. But once unwoven, over the course of that laborious week, those words made it a simple matter to construe the beginnings of their joint plot. Certainly, Vayne's choice was made by the time the Empire had invaded Dalmasca. Likely before then, when Dr. Cid had first written in his lab notes, excellent meeting with the Solidor boy today!!!—the other sons had been dead, by then, and Larsa had never spoken to the man. So it could only be Vayne.

Larsa read all these notes, and he wondered: if Vayne had only told him of his scheme, if his brother had let him in rather than holding him afar—might Larsa have seen good sense in it? might he have been swayed by that unreasonable reason, and thrown his own small might behind the cause? The thought made him shudder. It had been a near thing, after all—Dalmasca's salvation. Had he stood aside in that last battle against Vayne, maybe victory would've come too late, and Rabanastre would've been destroyed, along with any hope of peace.

Larsa hoped he wouldn't have, hoped he would've held fast to all the Solidor name stood for, rather than betraying those ideals for bloodshed, but—no. No wondering, no hoping. He'd stood by mute when Vayne pushed to invade Nabradia, after all, and Dalmasca after. How easily Larsa had swallowed those thin justifications! It was for their own protection, Vayne had said, and he'd believed it. Larsa had hardly ventured outside of Archades, at the time, and he'd been a child; how could he have known otherwise?—but Larsa knew that no Solidor remained a child for long.

And furthermore, Larsa knew it wasn't blind trust that had made him complicit, but a particular trust: his trust in Vayne.

It wasn't that Larsa was sanguine about brotherhood in-and-of-itself. From a young age, Larsa had understood his particular place in the Solidor line: that of the unplanned son. Born a full fifteen years after the others, long after the squabbling over heirs had been settled, he was an inconvenience at best and a threat at worst. His oldest brother spoke to him only with contempt. The next-oldest never spoke to him at all.

But Vayne, Vayne alone, had always spoken to him as an equal, as a brother, as one of his own.

So when their oldest brother had been found guilty of treason, the summer that Larsa had turned nine, and when Father asked that Vayne's sword carry out the sentence—Larsa could not bring himself to feel sorry for his oldest brother at all. He was only sorry that Vayne must bloody his hands with someone so unworthy.

Vayne carried out his duty, as he should. But that night, when the rest of the palace was asleep, he'd come to Larsa's room, alone.

Larsa should have been afraid, but he was not. "What is it?" he'd asked, lighting a bedside lamp, wriggling himself out of the sheets, and sitting himself at the end of the bed.

Vayne sat beside him, then, and pulled him close. He kissed his brow and rested his chin on his head, while Larsa sat mute, struck by the presence of something larger than himself, just outside his understanding.

“How was it, brother?” Larsa asked, a little dumbly, because, what else do you say to a brother who wandered into your room, in the middle of the night, after performing an execution? "How are you?" he managed, a little less dumbly.

Vayne’s hug tightened at that, and his fingers dug into Larsa's shoulders. This is unlike you, brother, Larsa had almost said, but he didn't, because he understood that would be a shade too familiar. So he simply sat there, too stricken to move, and too stricken to even hug back.

After a moment, Larsa whispered: "I hope I should never do anything to force your hand against me—"

"You won't," Vayne said, with quiet ferocity. "That won't happen. You are exactly as you should be, Larsa."

Had Vayne already decided on his scheme, by then? Did he even mean what he had said?

Could the answer to both of those questions be yes?

It was the only bit of wondering he would allow himself, Larsa decided, as he put the last papers away. Everything afterwards would be knowing. Thus the new emperor mustered himself, to greet his first dignitaries, and make the Solidor name proud as he was able.

hi, i don't even know anything about ff4 but still loved these two smoochin', they look so PLEASED and SPARK-y!

Vagrant Story
Sydney/Ashley - sharp edges

Vagrant Story
Samantha & or / anyone not Romeo - leave no trace

oooof. this hurt in, like, a good way. (i guess same as auron, huh :P)

"Oh stop." Ah I love their easy banter; I hear their voices so well here—

Stupid plan. *oof*. I heard that one too.

Fang waits by the terminal, twisting her lance into the top of her sandals. She thinks, is this all we’re allowed to have? OOF what good, sharp detail; i really loved this ficlet!

vayne &,/ dr. cid, descent [into madness, into darkness, into anything w/e]

Steiner had sworn his oath of fealty, kneeling and seizing Garnet's hand with enthusiasm, and she had tried not to flinch under the tightness of his grasp before he performed the remaining motions and eventually clanked away, flustered. Now it was Beatrix's turn, and Garnet couldn't suppress the small smile of relief that formed on her approach. The general of the Alexandrian army carried herself as she knew she should, striding briskly towards the dais in a way that reminded Garnet of the admiration she had always felt for her mother's top military commander - her commander, now. An unexpected, but ultimately unsurprising, thrill of anticipation pulsed through her at the thought.

Beatrix approached the throne, bowed low, and began to speak the words of the oath, her one good eye fixed on Garnet's throughout. Garnet let the steady stream of speech wash over her, keeping her own gaze centred on Beatrix's soft hair. She knew why her mother had always surrounded herself with women: Brahne's preferences were common knowledge across the continent, the subject of much gossip and many a raised eyebrow, but never discussed openly. As Beatrix murmured her vow, Garnet felt that she understood her mother more than ever before. Steiner had been an eager puppy as he took his oath, stumbling over his words in his effort to please his new queen and his nervousness about the ceremony's concluding acts, but Beatrix was the picture of grace, calm and dignified - and her hair, thought Garnet, her hair was so soft.

"My queen," Beatrix concluded, and reached for Garnet's hand to bring the ceremony to a close.

Garnet let her take it, but the touch of Beatrix's warm skin unsettled her: it was somehow too familiar, too close to how she had imagined it. To what she had imagined, and perhaps even longed for, not just over the last few minutes, but, Garnet now realised, for some time before that as well. Maybe since Beatrix had defected to their side, all those months ago. Maybe longer, since the time that Beatrix was a teenage knight causing all sorts of stirs in the castle by her rapid ascendance through the ranks of the army, and Garnet was a mere child, noting the impression that Beatrix was making on the court, and falling quite happily under that same spell herself.

"Let's stop this," Garnet said, and Beatrix's eye narrowed in confusion as she held Garnet's hand, suspended in the space between them.

Garnet clarified. She'd meant to say something similar to Steiner earlier, for different reasons, but he'd been so eager to fulfil his duty, and she'd thought it best just to let it happen. "We don't need to keep these traditions," she said. "I'm trying to take the opportunity to modernise things."

"You didn't say that to Steiner," Beatrix replied.

"He's old-fashioned," said Garnet. "I knew he wouldn't hear of it."

"Then," said Beatrix, "surely you cannot deny me the same privilege you allowed him."

"It would be different, coming from you," said Garnet.

Beatrix said nothing, but jerked her uncovered eyebrow questioningly, and Garnet searched for a way to explain herself.

"From you," she began, "it would … it would fool me, perhaps, into thinking it meant something."

"And you would wish to avoid that?"

Garnet tried to understand Beatrix's question, tried to determine which way it leant and what precise inclination it hinted at, but she failed. "I would hate to have to disabuse myself of a false hope," she admitted.

"Then I will let you judge for yourself whether that hope is false," said Beatrix, and she bowed her head to begin the rest of the ceremony.

The first kiss, on the hand: the protector vows to bear weapons on her liege's behalf, and to take up arms against any who would challenge her authority.

Beatrix pressed her lips, just briefly, to the back of Garnet's hand, and Garnet felt their touch, solid and confident and practised, and the brief imprint of warmth they left before Beatrix gently let go and drew closer to her.

The second kiss, on the cheek: the protector vows to defend her liege, to cover those areas where she may be weak, both physically and spiritually.

Garnet felt Beatrix's lips touch her a second time; square in the middle of her right cheek. The bandanna covering Beatrix's missing eye brushed against Garnet's forehead, and she caught a scent of spices, the sweet tang of citrus, a little rosemary; her eyes closed as she drank it in.

"It is not mere duty that has me do this," said Beatrix quietly.

The third kiss, on the lips: the protector acknowledges that she and her liege are of one mind, one soul, and that she has no goals now beyond what her liege desires.

Beatrix's mouth met Garnet's, and she felt her general's lips now in so much more detail: their softness, pressed against her mouth, somehow the exact fit for it; her sweet breath blowing in against Garnet's tongue; and the curl of Beatrix's fingers on Garnet's shoulder. The kiss lingered, more than a purely ceremonial one had any right to, and Garnet knew, now.

"I hope that makes things clear," said Beatrix, once it was over, her face a little flushed, and Garnet nodded, and placed her hand over Beatrix's on her own shoulder, and although the ceremony had finished, neither of them moved.

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FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!

Celes/Setzer, The Hope That Starts the Broken Hearts, T

Re: FINAL FANTASY IV

Re: Edge/Kain, PG, "Race to a Kiss"

Re: FINAL FANTASY X

Re: Edge/Kain, PG, "Race to a Kiss"

Re: Terra/Celes art — G

Re: "A Dream For You," Julia & Rinoa, G

Re: Celes/Setzer, The Hope That Starts the Broken Hearts, T

Re: FINAL FANTASY FRIENDING THREAD

Re: FINAL FANTASY FRIENDING THREAD

Re: Fang/Vanille, G, "first and last"

Re: CROSSOVERS

Re: Lightning/Sazh, "the weight of experience," G

Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII

Re: FFVIII: Zell/Fujin, "A Surprisingly Good Idea", G

Re: FINAL FANTASY VIII

Re: FINAL FANTASY XII

Vayne & Larsa, a kiss before betraying, G ("the night of the hammer")

Re: FINAL FANTASY IV

Re: FINAL FANTASY TACTICS

Re: FINAL FANTASY TACTICS

Re: Alive (Auron/Lulu, magic kink/painplay, not really that not-worksafe)

Re: Fang/Vanille, G, "first and last"

Re: FINAL FANTASY XII

Beatrix/Garnet, Oath, pg