#snippets: fwc: ff

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Sometimes, I wake up with little sentences on my mind. This was stuck in my head today.

He tasted like Heaven and Sin, all wrapped up in midnight leather and argent steel.

But I'm going back to sleep now. Stayed up until 5 am last night writing. After I do wake up, I think I'm going to need to write something.

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Bianca’s Love for Sephiroth Be Like

Sephiroth: literally becomes a giant six winged god with an additional wing for an arm limb, goes feral, and tries to kill everyone Bianca: "Aww, he’s so dreamy."

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Some editing this morning before my doctor's appointment. I think this is coming along well. I will do another pass through tonight to fix any clunky parts and then schedule it for V-day. It's supposed to reflect a very sensual moment for both of them.

The sensation of the cloth gliding over Bianca was almost too much to bear: the warmth, the softness, and the intimacy of his touch sending a rush of heat to her cheeks. Although his hands were always so powerful, there was a new quality to them that night. His hands now moved with the tenderness of someone who knew the depths of her soul, who understood the weight of the world and pain she carried. His touch was slow and unhurried. Every movement of the washcloth was a caress. Every stroke was an act of devotion. He moved from her shoulders down her arms, pausing to trace the curve of her collarbone with a tenderness that made her breath catch. His cyan eyes drifted to the swell of her breasts floating on the surface of the water: a heated gaze that told what he wanted in an intensity that words wouldn’t have been able to. The touch was possessive, marking her as his, as if he were claiming every part of her with the very act of washing away the weariness from a cruel world that clung to her flesh. [sic] He dipped the washcloth again. This time, he slid it lower, the whisper-soft fabric gliding over her stomach, arousing her skin. His hands, large and steady, continued their meticulous work, their touch feather-light yet firm. Each motion was more intimate than the last. He washed her slowly and methodically, as if savoring the act of caring for her, taking pleasure in the simple intimacy between them.

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Tumblr Games: Heads up, Seven Up

Thank you so much for the tag, @aalinaaaaaa.

Tagging: Open Tag

Possible Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Death, Gore, Horror Elements, Supernatural Imagery, Undead, Visions of the Dead, War Aftermath, Body Horror

Then they appeared. Pale silhouettes -- half-formed, translucent, and glowing golden in their death -- began to emerge from the periphery. They did not walk. They drifted and floated, suspended in time, with their limbs limp and their eyes hollow.

Armor hung from some of them in rusted fragments. Others wore the ruined robes of High Seraphim. The robes were torn and fluttering in the stillness. Their hands pressed against the frayed cloth of the robes, holding grey intestines inside their bodies. The grisly, thick ropes with flecks of black gore bulged between the skeletal fingers. Their faces were broken things: twisted in agony, slack with despair, or frozen in the exact moment of betrayal. 

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Thanks for the tag, @megandaisy9

This is from the latest short story I have been writing.

"Still fighting, Cloud?" Sephiroth taunted, the words dripping with venom. His voice was smooth and unwavering. "You can’t save them. You never could." Cloud didn’t respond, but Sephiroth didn’t need him to. He could feel the weight of Cloud's anger -- also his delightful fear -- and see the way his fingers gripped the Buster Sword's hilt. As he tightened his grip, Cloud's knuckles turned white. The inevitable confrontation was drawing near. It was a pity, though. Cloud had always been a pawn in a game far too complex for him to understand. Dare Sephiroth say that he was nothing more than a puppet: his puppet.

tagging: @serenofroses @seastarblue @projecthypocrisy @asirensrage @themaradwrites and OPEN TAG

Writing meme

rules: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Tagged by @crows-murder! Given I just finished a chapter...

“Miss O’Neil,” Bishop said blandly, coming to a stop by the fire. “And… friends. I do look forward to the story behind this.”

tmw you're just hangin out by an innocent bonfire in the street and the government gets involved smh

I am not tagging that many people lmfao so: @wasted-and-ready, @punctuated-equilibrium, @technicallysublimechild, @controlledspontaneity, @consultingjedi, @calliopechild, and whoever else wants to take this as a tag <3

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Tumblr Games: FF Edition: Last line.

Thanks so much for the tag, @keeping-writing-frosty

This is from a short story that I'm writing. I don't have a name for it yet. I did just a little more than one line for context. It's still in it's 1st draft and yet to be polished. I've also been struggling with these series of sentences. lol

tw: blood.

Blood welled on his thumb. A strange taste: metallic, tangy and poisonous. He didn’t flinch. He watched her eyes, unreadable, then leaned down and kissed her.

Tagging: This is going to be an open tag.

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Tumblr Games: Last Line

Thanks for the tag @keeping-writing-frosty.

This is another OPEN Tag.

The following snippet is from my upcoming fic: Blood and Stardust. This is the original world part of that. It is expanded for context.

Noctemaris chuckled, low and mirthless, a sound that echoed in the confines of her head. [. . .] You're the prophecy given flesh, and the fallen? They're the audience of your ascension.

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Tumblr Games: 7 Sentence

Thank you for the tag, @sliceoflifeshepard.

This is going to be an open tag for anyone to join.

This is from a short story that was requested by @prehistoric-creatures. They wanted a fluff piece between Bianca and Sephiroth, which is slightly hard for me to write. I don't write fluff, lol. I'm an angst queen for a reason. So, we have a scene where they are bantering.

Context: They had a vacation at the Golden Saucer where he utterly failed at a claw machine.

"The claw machine game was rigged, and you know it."

"It's rigged when the great Sephiroth can't master it? Found it a little infuriating that those sweet, sweet plush Sephiroths were out of your grasp, did you? Even with me cheering you on, they just weren't cooperating?

"I'm always in your corner, though. 'You got this, Sephy! You can do it! Oh no! You suck at this! That's okay!'"

He chuckled at her playful teasing, his gaze smoldering with heat. "Oh, you really know how to motivate me, my little cheerleader. Your enthusiastic chant of 'Oh no! You suck at this!' was truly inspirational."

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Thank you so much, @watermeezer.

This is from a short story, but it's one of my favorite sentences.

The scream that tore from her throat was almost melodic to his ears: a crescendo of agony and madness blending into something sublime.

This is an OPEN TAG.

Favorite sentence frwednesday

Thanks for the tag @nocryptographer ^^

So many lines to choose from. But I'm going to go with PG67A/W, my Resident Evil ReaderxWesker fic.

There is only the grey concrete surrounding you. It smothers you inside and out, but again you let yourself drift back to his dulcet tones. The only voice you need. A god. A devil. It matters not which.

tagging @optimisticgrey @saintsandsorcery and anyone else who wants to join. There are some I'd tag, but I know they are busy. Love you <3

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I think whumptober is breaking me. It's so intense.

“There’s no escaping me, Bia. I will find you in whatever dimension, planet, or timeline you try to hide in. I will always find you, as Mother promised you to me. You are mine by right.”

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Tumblr Games: Writing Share Tag

Thank you so much for the tags: @frostedlemonwriter and @glbettwrites. Your shares were awesome!

Rules: Share a piece of writing you're proud of.

I haven't written much over the last week, since my spoons have been really low. Holidays tend to take a lot out of my family now.

I have been working on a drabble or flash fiction. It doesn't have a title, yet. As always, this is a really rough draft. :)

"As a god," Sephiroth said, his voice was smooth like poisoned honey, "I can offer you something the Celestials or Devils cannot."

"Oh? What can you offer me that the divine can not?"

"Everything." He glided his hand down the smooth sloop of her throat, igniting goosed flesh to rise on her skin. She shivered. "Absolute power. Unlimited wealth. The submission of nations and empires. The Promised Land."

As he lowered himself to her height by bending towards her, his lips hovered close to hers. His breath fanned her cheek and lips, igniting fire within her belly that soon spread throughout her entire body: a burning need to join him on his crusade for revenge against those insects that call themselves human.

"But, most importantly," he whispered, "eternal devotion and unwavering loyalty. You are mine by right, Bia, and I will treat you like the queen you are meant to be."

Going to open this up to the Creators Club as a CC member tag game. Share your work you're proud of.

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@kricketbee

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@pebblesfromtheshore

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Tumblr Games: Out of Context

Thank you so much for the tag, @aalinaaaaaa.

Rules: Give an out of context line from your WIP

For this, i wanted to share something from a one-shot I have been working on. Asmodeus is really fun to write, since he's always so over the top.

Content Warning: abuse, captivity, manipulation, possession, psychological torment

"A momentary rebellion," Asmodeus sneered. "A flicker before the flame consumes. She will bend. She will break. And when she does, you will witness the Omniverse’s rebirth at my hands. There is nothing you can do to prevent it, Sephiroth. She is mine."

Going to open this up to the Creators Club as a CC member tag game. Share your out of context lines. I also hope everyone is having a wonderful start to December.

@bardic-tales @megandaisy9 @watermeezer @littleshopofchaos

@kricketbee

@themaradwrites @pinkevilwriter

@serenofroses @asirensrage @goldenlilium-ocs

@wyked-ao3 @badscientist @thebadphilosopher @andromedalestrange

@fantastictrashpolice @seastarblue @happypup-kitcat24 @chickensarentcheap @allaboutmagic

@ryns-ramblings @kathaliabloodyrose @riemmetric @andromedaexists @kckramer

@tales-from-nocturnaliss @pastelpinkhobbies @idonthaveapenname @the-bar-sinister @rosesonkittens

@bloodred2023 @kanobarlowe @aquixoticwrites @new-royston-cursebreakers

@rosemirmir @salmonandfox @fablesandfragments @paganmindidnothingwrong @elshells

@viscerawrites @ellowynthenotking @dawsonskyelar @greenapplespider

@edupunkn00b @the-duke-of-nuts @exclawshou @karkkidoeswriting @meerawrites

@theglitchywriterboi @mayarab @memento-morianon @mrsmungus

@pebblesfromtheshore @noooimcastiel @the-nexverse @vesanal

@cryptid-crafted @angelfevr @stellarbay @bros-writing-ideas

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Thank you so much for the tag in this, @seastarblue. This is from a WIP I was putting off writing. I wanted to release it Nov 1st as I originally had Sephiroth seperate himself in two people for Whumptober (The OWA as the Whumper, Sephiroth as the Caretaker, and Bianca as the Whumpee). A little more than 7

The two versions of Sephiroth fought with a deadly intensity that could only come from years of combat and training. Masamune clashed against Masamune in a symphony of steel, their movements almost poetic in their synchronicity. Despite their identical appearances, the difference between them was stark: the One-Winged Angel fought with an unhinged fervor, his bright, frenzied eyes fixed on Sephiroth as he tried to get to Bianca beneath them. Sephiroth, on the other hand, fought with a desperate determination to protect her. He was the more fluid one, the more in control--the more sane. Black feathers from both of them floated down upon Bianca. [. . .] The fight intensified, the clash of their swords and the crack of splintering trees growing louder. The One-Winged Angel's blows became more savage, his movements unhinged. Sephiroth's expression was set in a grimace. He refused to let this corrupted version of himself take her away from him, to take away the one thing he had left that cared for. Angeal and Zack were dead. Genesis was missing. He would not lost Bianca.

This is an OPEN Tag.

Heads Up, 7 Up Tag

Tagged by @northwyrm, I almost didn't do it but then I realized my most recent wip has a fun little part that's exactly 7 lines >:). I tag @dragonfelling, umm.... @urlocallove, @urlocalbastard, @urlocalart.... @northwyrm back >:), ummmm.... that's all the writing people I know and 4 of them are the same person.

Woman wants to gut her husband like a fische. (Very recent wip so very unedited.)

She knew full well what she wanted to do to Skalono… Her mind swam with imagery of his guts spilled across the floor by her hand. The smell of his blood and his final gasps and gurgles as she took the blade to his neck. She would not allow him a quick death, no. He was not deserving of it. She would usually push such thoughts down, that unquenchable Cane bloodlust… But today… Today she deserved to fantasize. If she was to be given nothing else, at least she could daydream.

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Poor Bia. And I leaned into Alice In Wonderland for this. And this is more than 6 sentences.

The stars blurred past her. Each one was a shutter-flash of memory. Within the blackened walls of the rift, mirrors emerged. Dozens. Hundreds. Each reflected not her but him. A tall figure in a gloom-soaked library. His pale skin was like moonstone, while his silver hair cascaded down like waterfall. The mirrors hummed with his presence. He stood amid decaying tomes and glass cylinders. Their contents obscured by fogged glass and unspeakable shapes. His back turned, as he bent over the desk reading. Studying.

@themaradwrites @shepardstales @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon @projecthypocrisy @serenofroses

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Tumblr Games: Nine Lines.

Thank you so much for the tag, @seastarblue

Rules: Share Nine lines and tag nine people

I'm going to leave this as an open tag. It's the holidays, so I don't really want to tag anyone. ☺️

I wanted to share some lines from some writing I have been working on. Since I was a little girl, I always loved Godzilla. I remember going to our video rental place and renting out all the Godzillas and having a marathon with popcorn, etc. So, Godzilla, specifically the monster!verse, has inspired this one. And Bia always has to try to protect her honey. 😂

Content Warning: Violence, gore, body horror, cosmic horror, imagery of predatory behavior, and disturbing descriptions of power and control. Readers sensitive to intense and graphic depictions of strength, trauma, and unsettling supernatural forces may find certain sections disturbing.

[. . .]

But then, in a flash of impossible speed, a movement appeared at the edge of Cloud's vision. Long, coiling tendrils lashed through the air with the speed of a cosmic predator, slamming into Bahamut Zero’s muzzle, clamping down with inhuman force. There was no warning, no sound to signal her arrival—only the harsh, sickening crack of her tendrils wrapping around the dragon’s metal jaws, forcing them shut in an instant. The Tera Flare never had a chance to fire.

From the depths of the darkening sky, Bianca emerged. Her presence was felt in the very bones of the earth. It was a crushing weight that seemed to bend the air itself: a cosmic horror. Bianca loomed above the battlefield, her wings unfurling with a rippling wave of darkness. The faintest glint of purple light flickered in her eerie, pupil-less eyes. Her body, draped in smoky black feathers that bled indigo miasma, exuded an ancient, terrifying power. A long, serpentine tail lashed through the air, and her sharp, beak-like nose twisted in a silent, grotesque snarl.

Tagging friends / mutuals though for Bia content:

@asirensrage @themaradwrites @littleshopofchaos @serenofroses @megandaisy9

@watermeezer @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen

@chickensarentcheap @arrthurpendragon

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Tumblr Games: Heads up, 7 up

Thank you so much for the tag, @writingamongther0ses

Rules: Share 7 lines from your WIP.

This is from a rewrite of a flash fiction that I am writing. Bianca and Sephiroth will be snowed in. No hot chocolate, though. It's a little bit more than 7 sentences.

The jagged walls surrounding the black crater curved inward as shelter against the outside world. Shadows stretched down upon her concealing her and her companion in darkness. From above, from the colossal, impenetrable barrier encasing the entire impact site, the glint of several weapons stood silent over a battlefield lost to the annuals of time in this god-forsaken hole.

Her sole companion shambled next to her and trudged through the snow which came up to the middle of his calf as his mouth hung open loosely in a perpetual state of confusion. Black robes hung off of his lanky form, as the fabric dragged on the snow behind them, leaving a faint path along with their footprints. The tattered cloth flapped in the acrid wind, molding to his body, while the sudden gale threatened to rip his hood off of his head and whipped his long, midnight-colored hair against his gaunt cheeks.

“Rest,” the man, a Sephiroth clone by the name of SC-X, muttered, as he continued to shuffled behind her and only responded to her safety and comfort.

[. . .]

The ebony feather danced across her shoulder and arm, swaying end over end until it fell to the snowy ground before them, signaling the arrival of him — her godlike lover — and the temporary loss of SC-X’s autonomy.

Tagging the Creators' Club for CC activities.

@megandaisy9 @watermeezer @littleshopofchaos

@nightingaleflowlibrary @kricketbee

@themaradwrites @pinkevilwriter

@serenofroses @asirensrage @aalinaaaaaa @goldenlilium-ocs @glbettwrites

@wyked-ao3 @badscientist @thebadphilosopher @andromedalestrange

@fantastictrashpolice @seastarblue @happypup-kitcat24 @chickensarentcheap @allaboutmagic

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@tales-from-nocturnaliss @pastelpinkhobbies @idonthaveapenname @the-bar-sinister @rosesonkittens

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@rosemirmir @salmonandfox @fablesandfragments @paganmindidnothingwrong @elshells

@viscerawrites @ellowynthenotking

As well as, @prehistoric-creatures and @creativechaosqueen for Bianca Moore content.