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 ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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.
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!
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!
Re: FINAL FANTASY VII
Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Lucky for Aerith, the Turks are always watching.
Darkness hangs a soft curtain over Sector 5. Street lamps flicker, and Tseng shoots a thug in an alley on his way to the Church. Cleaning up her streets is the least he can do for her. Who knows what kind of refuse could enter her sanctuary if he allowed it.
Peacefully drooling, Aerith sprawls in her bed of flowers, chest rising and falling in gentle sleep. A smudge of soil adorns her cheek. Her nails, as ever, have dirt caked beneath. No matter how many times Tseng scrubs them, Aerith refuses to keep her hands clean. Her hair coils, an elegant snake in the grass. She’s kicked her boots off, and her mismatched socks are more hole than cloth.
Her bed is a sweet invitation Tseng accepts without remorse, stepping out of his shoes. He sits seiza beside her; her chest rises and falls, rises and falls. Like this, she appears almost innocent.
Work has kept him away for the past six days, leaving Reno or Rude to watch over her. Tonight is the first in over a week Tseng hasn’t slept on the couch in his office.
Tseng strips off his gloves to pet over and over her face. Her skin is soft as ever.
She peeks an eye open, squinting against the dark. “T-tseng?” Aerith yawns. “Been awhile, stranger. Miss me?” She smears the drool onto her jacket sleeve without subtlety.
“Aerith.” Tseng tangles his fingers into her hair.
A beat of silence—then she lays her head in his lap, breathing going soft and even once more, eyes closing.
The bracelets Tseng gave her—a gift, after her first successful fire spell during a sparring match with Rude—tinkle merrily, promisingly; Aerith tugs a lock of his hair, yanking him down as though it were a leash. He folds to her, bent nearly into a reverent zarei bow, and he steadies himself with his free hand. Her dry, chapped lips meet his.
Aerith smiles against his mouth, but turns her head when he darts his tongue over her bottom lip. “And here I thought you were a gentleman.”
She doesn’t release him, keeps him folded over her, his breath warm on her cheek. Tseng scrapes his nails over her scalp in reward. “You didn’t,” he corrects.
Aerith laughs, pressing her mouth to his again. His back and thighs ache from the position, but he holds it until she breaks away. Tseng straightens against the tug of his leash. “I guess not,” she says, a soft flush high in her cheeks as she gazes up at him, eyes half-lidded. “Will… will you stay?”
That old, gnarled vine of loneliness tangles deep in her.
As if he could do anything but. Aerith is special—the one who will lead them to the Promised Land and its salvation.
He thumbs over her cheekbone, smudging the dirt there. “Sleep, Aerith.”
Tseng should see her home, but her eyes close and she releases her grip on him—but not her hold over him. Rather than sleep, Tseng watches her without letting go.
The Turks are always with her.
(Also, I had to double check (in my office chair on lunch at work) whether you can bend far enough in seiza position to kiss somebody in your lap. I think nobody saw me.)
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
I love when fanfic hones in on Aerith's tricksterish nature. Also, the images/descriptions/details that Tseng notices. So Tseng. So complicated.
The smile on my face while reading this was and still is huge.
Also laughing that you were in your office chair during lunch break, testing if this was possible. ahahahaah! ;D
(eeek! just saw the post date on this -- so sorry to take so long to reply. my notifications were delayed in hitting my email and a power outage hit due to winter storms)
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Their relationship is one of my favorites, so any chance I get to explore them is such a pleasure. Thanks :)
My soul for more trickster!Aerith fic.
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
She doesn’t release him, keeps him folded over her, his breath warm on her cheek. Tseng scrapes his nails over her scalp in reward. “You didn’t,” he corrects.
haha :P
this was so cute!
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t
Re: Aerith/Tseng, complicated, t