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seventhemurderstomps into the lecture three days late with starbucks what's UP CHUCKLEFUCKS it's time for your favorite kissy event of the year: Final Fantasy Kiss Battle 2023 is a GOOOOO!
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 but at least i'm sometimes funny). 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)"
- "Eiko & Vivi, friendship, G"
- "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
OTHER FINAL FANTASY CANONS
FF CROSSOVER PROMPTS
FF / OTHER CANON CROSSOVERS
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! -- EDIT Discord link has been updated!
AO3 COLLECTION
If you're posting your work on AO3, add it to our collection here!!!
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!
COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS??
Hit up this thread and myself or lassarina will help you out!
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AND NOW... GET TO THE KISSING!
Cid/Shera, T
Date: 2023-03-02 01:16 am (UTC)He smokes too many cigarettes, watches birds jump from bushes to the low roof. Wind rustles the dried grasses at the end of the property, disappearing into stout shrubs and smaller trees. Aerith sits with him for a while, silent but smiling at nothing but whatever weird shit is going through her head. “Shera’s really thoughtful,” she begins. “You must be well taken care of here.” Not weird, but oddly specific. Cid pulls his middle finger out of his breast pocket and she grins innocently.
All stupid, the entire lot.
At some point it must stop mattering, or his brain is shutting down from fatigue, because Shera is suddenly there, shaking him awake.
She’s a goddamn silent walker, with the smallest and nicest feet he’s ever seen, and she’s in shorts and an oversized sleep shirt. Her hair is damp but pulled back. She still smells like soap. The sky is yellowing rapidly over the yard, tinged with pink at the edges, but not yet set. “Captain.”
“Shera.”
“Dinner’s finished.” With that, she takes a seat. Then she says something unforgivable and untrue. “You must be glad to be leaving.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He practically spits. “Those morons stole my fucking plane, nevermind this planet dying business. Turned the Bronco into a fucking paddle boat!”
“I haven’t seen the yard empty in a long time.”
“There have been – things. Projects.” Cid side eyes her. “What the fuck are you implying. That’s your doing, remember?”
Shera shrugs her shoulders. “And I’ll never forget it. I regret hurting you but not negating your safety.” His berates are water on her back in a trough of it.
She makes him feel coarse and prickly, stirs up his insides, but still. He runs his hand with the cigarette through his hair and concentrates on being amicable. Or at least a forgivable level of shittiness. Shera looks at him from behind her glasses with those big hazel eyes – patient, calm, trusting – they’ve been looking at him for the last decade, he knows. He was looking at the stars.
“So you think you know things, huh?”
“I know enough, I think. Cloud wants to take down Shinra and Sephiroth, who’s responsible for a large portion of these messes. I’m not – I’m not opposed to that. Not anymore.” Shera’s eyes are fucking bright, holding onto his. She’s all riled up by the little savages. He gets it though. All that funding, trashed. One failure and his entire life was scrapped. She’s partially to blame. Whether he survived the ride up had never been the important part. Now there’s nothing at all.
He leans in real close. “You fucking will be if they send the Turks in for clean up.”
“Captain, I’ve never shot anyone… but I can learn.”
“Hell no,” he cackles, “and you won’t have to if you just keep your big nose out of it. For once!”
Shera twitches, then drinks her tea. She looks at him for too long, then folds his spare hand around the handle of the mug. “I’ll be careful,” she says. She wipes her palms on her legs and looks at him impatiently. It’s too much leg for his addled brain to handle.
“The fuck you won’t.” He downs the rest of the tea. It’s scalding. His eyes water and he exhales – hard. “Shinra will be up all our asses Shera, yours especially since you’re the fucking homebody here. When we’re gone you get what you need, get a radio and backup batteries from the moron down the street and gas for the generator, and pay attention to whoever comes into town asking questions.”
“Anything else?” she asks. “I’ll do it. I'll make a checklist. But I don’t want to leave unless I have to. What if you come back for whatever reason again and I’m gone. Will you call? How will I find you?”
His stomach rolls, his legs feel tight. This – he can’t control. And he’s chosen to leave her to her own devices and the mercy of his whims – he’s right to think shit of himself. “I’ll call. Stay out of trouble. Don’t get involved.”
“I already am,” she says. “I’m under this roof too. Where do you think Palmer will search first?”
He flicks his cigarette into the nothingness of his shitty porch, ready to fucking yell, but nothing comes. Absolutely nothing.
He’s gotta do one thing right on the evening of his departure – which would be turning his head and leaving her and acting none the wiser to this path they’ve not so carefully tread for well over a decade – but he’s enough brain to admit he can’t just pick her back up nonchalant from the shelf when he returns. Even though she’d probably take him anyway, twice the person he is, with a heart so big and gentle – he’s getting weak. What she didn’t understand yet was this: he’s rapidly gaining things he’s afraid to lose.
He manages to set the mug down just before Shera crawls the short distance to meet him, the lower half of her glasses still fogged from the steam of the tea. It hurts his knees to watch. He’s got a hand out to meet her though.
She’s got chapstick on and he keeps it touch and go. Just a long enough kiss that her eyes close and his do too. The rest of him is smoldering like coal in a near-dead fire. She sits down on her calves and looks at him dangerously. He’s not doing much better. His leg bounces and his chest heaves and he feels like a teenager with a crush; immature, wanting, and rude about it. “You’re a fucking pain,” he snaps out. “You exhaust me, crawling up my ass with all these wants and demands – what about you, huh? What the fuck Shera. I’m asking one thing.”
Shera’s smile is wobbly. “I’m not worried – not yet. I want to hold down the fort. This is my home. Besides, I’m safest if you know where I am, right?”
“Not safe enough from the morons at my table though, huh?”
Shera shakes her head, squeezing his hand in a vice grip. She’s as ruined as him.
“Great,” he says. “Don’t fucking say nothing about this. Not a word, not a peep. Don’t give anyone anything. Play dumb.”
“Of course, Captain. You better get inside. We’re taking a while and I said I simply wanted to water the garden before dark.”
He yells fuck you out the back door as he steps inside, hands clammy from hers and just slightly trembling, a fresh cigarette lit and trailing. The fucking idiots all look at him in exasperation, eating at his goddamn table, on his goddamn plates, with Shera’s family silverware. Just made themselves right at home to better play house with his life. The curtain on the door’s window is slightly parted, he notes. It’s better if they feel guilt over this. He’s got shit to lose too. Selfish pricks.
Cid does take his time closing the door. Sheera is crouched low on the porch still and holding her own face, looking out at the field wide eyed and solemn. Cid carefully tucks that image away, kicks the door shut, and no one will be the wiser for what their company’s arrival has done except for him and her and maybe space.
Re: Cid/Shera, T
Date: 2023-03-08 03:16 am (UTC)