FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2021!
Feb. 3rd, 2021 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seventheHELLO 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.
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 IX
Date: 2021-02-04 01:49 am (UTC)Beatrix/Garnet, Oath, pg
Date: 2021-02-14 11:48 am (UTC)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.
Re: Beatrix/Garnet, Oath, pg
Date: 2021-02-16 06:22 am (UTC)Re: Beatrix/Garnet, Oath, pg
Date: 2021-02-18 10:24 pm (UTC)