#doc cloud

[void-cloud]

I always think my communication with people I like is bad and then I'm sitting in a doctor's Office and can't be anything besides a completely normal person that never had a problem in xyr life.

Yes I've come here on my own free will to tell you about a problem. No I will not be honest about what it is and the faster I'm out of here the better!

Really puts things into perspective oO

[looker-bureau]

Old not-vampire man struggles with technology and gets help from his boyfriends fursona

[thebirdqueen]

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This feels...familiar

[evilejfan]

Eat the pennies Quizboy... paint on wood and vinyl lettering on the acrylic cover. Yes! It is a piggy bank!! 🐷 🪙

[sephirthoughts]

[genesis awakens post-dirge]

cloud: you seem kind of...different

genesis: i have spent long years in reflection and meditation, my young friend. i have let go of all old enmities and grievances. my heart is a clear pool, without a ripple on the surface, untouched by worldly concerns

sephiroth: hello

genesis: SON OF A FUCKING BITCH

[burningblake]

i've been using google docs for so long and it's such a comfortable app to write on, not to mention the fact that I can work on the same file on my laptop and phone, so all this AI shit really saddens me and angers me. Like it's either use an app with ads popping up every other second or get your words fed into machines, ain't it? this is what we have come to. it's honestly depressive. i wish capitalism stopped taking the soul and humanity out of everything.

[pine-needle-shuffle]

Memory

"Have you ever thought about being like them?"

"Huh?" Gaze shifting from the ocean view of Junon, Cloud gave Zack a puzzled look.

"Y'know. The-" Zack made a spinning motion with his hand, face contorted in thought. "The Harpies. It seems so...free up there."

Looking back out to sea, they watched as winged soldiers took flight, soaring gracefully away from port. "Yeah, I guess."

"'You guess', come on Cloud! Can you imagine? With wings like those we could go anywhere. And like, they're heroes!" Zacks hands moved wildly, caught up in his own excitement. "Isn't that why we joined? To be like them?"

Clouds eyes drifted down to his own hands, which rested over the rail, and tilted his head a bit. 'In a way.'

"Geal says I'm talking nonsense, something about how the weight those wings carry will crush you. And, obviously that there's no way I could have them anyway." With a pout, he leaned his face into his palm, brows crossed in annoyance.

Cloud snickered to himself, "I think Commander Hewley might be right on this one."

Zack turned abruptly, feigned hurt written across his face, mouth agape in offense. He took Cloud in with the nook of his elbow, ruffling his hair. "Oh, your taking his side now? Traitor."

Act faltering, Zack couldn't help but laugh, a grin running ear to ear by the time he let go. Bumping shoulders, the two look back out, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the sea. "I'm still right, though."

Cloud shook his head. "Sure."

~~~

With a jolt, Cloud was roused from his sleep. 'Ocean must be rough today.' Untangling his wings from the hammock, he did his best to flip himself onto his back, and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm gonna kill him."

[dissidiacloudstrife]

i think one thing i like about post CC genesis that the fandom likes to do is make him full of regret and guilt, and not. whatever genesis at the end of DoC was doing

Honestly he should have seen this coming, wait he's had this happen before, as his hand shook as a broken mug and coffee spilled the floor in front of him.

Genesis grabbed at his wrist, the hand that once held the mug spasming. It was always like this now. His body would suddenly reject working correctly, and he couldn't do anything to get it back under control. The best thing was using opioids laced with mako. He scoffed at himself, moving away from the mess in his apartment's kitchen and sitting down, clutching tightly at his wrist.

The red head didn't like to think while this happened, because it always led himself back to the intense rage of regret. The fact that he couldn't do anything now. His entire arm ticked up and away from his body.

The more he tried to stifle and control, the worse it got. Genesis left our a mirthless huff of a laugh.

He took his hand, trying his best to make a fist, kneeling on his couch, and punched it was as much rage as he could let out. There were sparks of fire spitting from it, but smoldered out. The couch was worse for wear, but it wasn't the first or last time he's lashed out at it.

His arm slowly mellowed out as he kept it tense deep within the cushions. The tears started running down his face, hot, and terrified as he doubled over into the couch.

Genesis Rhapsodos let out a gut wrenching yell, down from the pit of his stomach, where everything congealed, up to his head where everything leaked. The couch could only do so much to hide him from the world.

He had so many men dead, how many people turned into clones, how many people were killed by said clones, how he lost the two most important people to himself, how one of them lost him and if he hadn't let his emotions, his degradation, if he had only known sooner-

No, he wouldn't have been much different. What would have changed? If only he had trusted them more, if only he didn't get taken advantage of so easily, if only he had seen clearly-

The thoughts rushed through his body, sobs being ripped out from him. Each new one louder than the last as his poor couch was covered in tears and snot.

The banging on his door shocked him up, hand already shakily pointed towards it as he heard, "Genesis, are you up?"

He felt his shoulders sag down immediately hearing Cloud's voice. A horrid sobbed was the only thing that could escape his trembling throat. Which caused a very concerned blonde to unlock and open his door, quickly closing it behind him as he took in what he saw.

Cloud frowned, looking over the small room. A broken mug with some drink in it, Genesis hunched over his couch, arm and hand outstretched towards him in defense, though flagging down, and Rapier beside the door.

He knew exactly what this was.

"Bad day?" He asked, as if Genesis' world wasn't crashing down on him for the 5th time that month. As if Cloud didn't have every right to torture him in some way, and instead put his sword right next to Rapier. As if he had any right to accept the, albeit, awkwardly offered hug, and he clung to him.

Cloud easily melted into it, and gently sat down on the couch, letting Genesis curl up into him, shaking.

"I killed them." The red head spoke, barely a whisper. "I killed them all."

Cloud didn't respond immediately, hands holding him, and combing through his ponytail.

"You did."

Genesis flinched at that. Cloud wasn't pulling back today.

"I'm the reason everything happened."

And again, the sobs and Cloud's fingers going through his hair was the only thing heard for a moment.

"You didn't help." The blonde settled on. "That's for sure." He sighed out.

"I shouldn't be here, Cloud."

That finally made the smaller man still and tense. Genesis looked up at him, and saw his face scrunched in, concentration. He couldn't help the soft laugh at seeing it.

"I shouldn't be either." Cloud looked at him, "I really shouldn't be either. But we are. We are because some people saw something in us, enough to help us out in our worst states." His hands adjusted, going to the taller one's sides, grounding him down.

"I know, we don't want to be here, Genesis. Not after everything we've been through and done. But we have too. There are people out there, who say we have too. And I believe in them. At least, when I can't believe in myself."

Despite how often his breakdowns have happened, Genesis looked over the earnest Cloud always was with him. The soft flame of love, finally appearing over the grief in his rolling emotions. It didn't stop them, but the fact his body finally started relaxing down, the tears slowly stopping as they stared at each other, made it easier.

He pressed his forehead's to Cloud, staying like that while the other spoke again, "Tifa wanted to know if you wanted to come over for dinner."

Genesis felt a smile creep onto his lips.

"I would like that very much."

[littlest-bugz]

Me, writing my silly little book in google docs : ^u^

Google Docs : Why dont you try Gemini to summarize this paragraph!!

Me, no thoughts, out loud : "Perish. Immediately."

[itsthemorph]

JANAURY DAY 5 - Ashen Pines AU - @rose-of-pollux

January 3rd, 2025 - another surprisingly fun one, lyrics are from All Eyes on Me by Bo Burnham

[princesssarcastia]

i am looking for a word processor that:

i can buy ONCE and then OWN FOREVER

i can download to my personal computer

does not require an internet connection

will not force or even, ideally, require me to update it, ever

i believe microsoft word is now in its death throes vis a vis providing me with these things, despite my paying a not-insignificant amount of money last year to get a one-time, forever use version of it. (yes, i AM so mad it looks like they lied to me about that. i am going to be so mad about it forever).

does anyone have suggestions on this front?

[void-cloud]

I'm doing a mental health assisted course thingy and it's kinda neat to be in a setting surrounded by other similar mentally ill people.

Is this gonna make me actually open up? Probably not, but listening to someone else describe dealing with similar amounts of fear like I do might have cracked something.

Also kinda reminds me of the good parts of being at the psych ward.

Idk, maybe I should try group therapy after this

[protemporescitor]

[starryc]

the truth behind yumeno gentaro

[tonydaddingham]

killing your darlings is meant to make the word count go down not up this isn't oliver im not fuckin fagin i don't need more of you bastards

[gatzbright]

sweater weather

dnf fic, 1.6k, one shot, general, ao3 link [Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Fluff]

A cry escapes George’s lips. “Dream—” Dream brings George closer, holds his face in two large palms. “Tell me when you’re hurting, sweetheart,” he whispers thickly, “and I can try help.” George shakes his head. “No,” he says, weepy, “‘s’too much—” “Never,” Dream says. He holds George’s gaze. “You’re never too much—nothing you ever feel is ever too much.”

[Or, The tide brings in old feelings, and George feels the ache.]