It's said that time heals all wounds but not all scars fade, and here in the dead of night, old demons plague the sleeping mind of the boy from Nibelheim.

Tendons strain as he grips the sheets, his face beaded with sweat, head shaking from left to right he mumbles incoherently, pleadingly, interspersed with a fervent "...no..." from gritted teeth until he suddenly jerks upright screaming,

"...not the maid outfit!"

He sits their, chest heaving, his breath coming in gasps. And then, face red with exertion and embarrassment, hoping no one heard the outburst, he settles back down to a restless sleep, haunted by images of puffed sleeves and frilly aprons.

Hey, Zax. Marking down another one.

I think that gives us a matching pair.

Just to be clear on this...

I am not in any way obsessed with my own, or anyone else's darkness.

Whatever that means.

There is a stall set up in the Nexus, not unlike a lemonade stand. It is very much so a lemonade stand in fact, but no lemons have Cloud and Zax who are positioned behind it on this day.

( The windup, and the sales pitch! )
"Limited time only! Get them before they (and we) are all gone!"

"We are reasonably sure the General won't show up to dismember us and destroy our stock, so take all the time you want to peruse our great selection!"

"Gil and other currencies accepted at current exchange rates. No out of town cheques."

"Oh, and on an unrelated note, can anyone tell me if they've seen that_somebody around lately?" Zax holds up a pouch that clinks. "I've got something to give him."

((X-posted for lulz & profit))

"...I dunno, I think he's got enough of that..."

"Not this stuff, buddy. Quality imported formula from Mideel, no streaking, longer lasting, guaranteed all-weather protection, better than the locally-produced polish."

"All right. One jar, then."

"I'll just wrap that up for you. Anything else?"

"Thanks. No, this'll be fine"

"Y'sure? No one else in mind? A special someone?"

"...Y- ...n- ...mayb-"

"How about this? Lightweight, practical, eye-catching in a subtle way. Durable and it won't stain like those other cheap knock-offs..."

"The inset's kinda small."

"It's more for form then function. Suited for low-level use, but still handy. For you, kid, I'm prepared to let it go at practically near-cost!"

"All right. Do you do lay-bys? ...What?"

So once the Jehova Jamiroquai Navratilova Jenova thing is squared away with (hay guyz if you posted here, here, here, here, or here, haven't seen what's here, or forgot, or had snakes on your plane, pls to find what's here relevant to your interests maybe kthx) I was wondering - what next?

( tl;dr follows. And candy. )

And spacestuff.

Thoughts, comments, sharp rocks?

*Clicks Update before changing mind & loosing consciousness*

( The Kadaj Fan Kit! )

( Sephiroth Does It By The Book... )


Also by the same person, for rust sandwich fans - a Silent Hill 4 AMV and err... another one. < < > >

((It's pretty rough, but I actually figured out how to get it under the 40k limit.

Go me!))

When Merodi decides to make a recovery, she doesn't do it by halves, does she?

...she saw.

Why did she have to see?

I hate cactuars.

Hate them so very very much.

*Makes sure all the doors, windows and curtains are fully closed...*

Hmm.

*Stands in front of the bathroom's mirror in a pair of pants and t-shirt, rubbing the hair dry with a towel. Washing has become something of a challenge in blind activity and trying not to pass out.*

Gnaah...

*Bares her teeth, makes a series of facial contortions, watching the way the mouth and eyebrows move...*

Nnnlgh.

*Stands for a few minutes in silence, looks to the left and the right, to be sure of complete privacy, and...*

...

*POSES*

Okay, with the waste padding taken care of it's a definite improvement, but it still feels like something's missing. Something's just a little off balance.

Something a bit lower down...

...

I'm gonna need a pair of rolled up socks.

One week.

Zax said that Vash said that we should be back to normal in one week after the change.

So... just have it make through one week.

One week.

One weeeeek.

AAAHHHHH!

AHHHHHH!

AAAAAAH!

*Etc*

*The closest portal to the Nexus is in a janitor's closet on the 3rd floor. Unsurprisingly, not much janitoring gets done from there these days.*

*Cloud decides to poke his head through and have a look at what's happening. But only gets as far as that.*

The Nexus seems especially...insane today.

I would suggest bricks, dynamite, or both.

The was so much...

...round and soft...

Apparently there's a video game out. Based on the Turks, of all things.



Now that's what I call next-generation graphics!