Barett: So you and Cid are going on a gay date, huh? Who will pay for it?
Vincent: You
Barett: What?
Barett: Did you just steal my wallet, you damn ex- Turk?!
Lucretia: Why do you always wear such revealing clothes?
Scarlett: Because I love them
Lucretia: I am pretty sure the men thinks it is for them.
Scarlett: Honey, the day I dress up for a man is the day they dress me in a coffin to see Jesus.
Cissney: I hate th sterotype that women would faint t the sight of blood. i mean what do you Think we do once a month?
Elena: Shut up, they weren’t supposed to know about the wearwolf thing!
Rufus: Half the day I wonder if it is too late fo
Title. Payback
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind, Turks
Rating: some violence and blood
A/N: The Turks Owe Cid for services over the years and it is time to pay.
(A/N: I'm Writing on the Cid/Rude fic! ^^;)
It was Elena who found him, face down in the gutter and bleeding like nobody’s business from a gash in the back of his head that looked like she could have put her whole fist in there. She called up Tseng even as she ran to help as much as she could, gun drawn and eyes cold, ready to measure out some ShinRa wrath.
Cid Highwind was not a Turk, but he was a Turk…. *friend*… and that was more than enough.
There were
Title: Turks Domestic Argument
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: some blood and lemon flavoured condoms
Pairing: Reno and Rude
A/N: I read the prompt ‘Newly wed secret agents having domestic argument during a mission’ and my brain immediately burped this XD
”All I’m saying is, it wouldn’t kill you to replace the fucking TP in the shitter when it’s empty.” Reno paused to get his breath back. His knuckles stung and he shook his hand to loosen the fingers. “I’m starting to feel like a fucking maid back home.”
Rude just grunted for answer as he was hauling the still struggling client back up
He watched as Ladybug fought on. He knew she was strong, he wasn't worried... she was beautiful, confident, and strong. The kind of lady who could take care of herself. But still, you never know what could happen in a fight. A sure victory can turn into a solid defeat with just the least bit of carelessness. He didn't think she'd need help, but he'd watch just in case. After all, if anything happened to her, he'd be stuck with the blasted trinket forever, she was his ticket back to normalcy.
His eyes widened suddenly, a slight misstep left her open for a brief moment and her opponent was ready to take advantage of it. No! He couldn't let tha
The Jumper of Clouds by Nikolai-Kalahan, literature
Literature
The Jumper of Clouds
The night was still and quiet. A peaceful night. Very few clouds marred the sky, freeing the stars to twinkle unhindered. But greater than the stars glowed the great, white round-sky-light. It lit the earth and sea beneath it so brightly, one could almost mistake it for day.
A good night for flying.
And flew he did, the mighty Stormcutter, his four wings carrying him ‘cross the deep-water. He flew softly, almost lazily, staring straight ahead with the slightest tug at the corners of his maw. He was enjoying himself. Why shouldn’t he? A fierce dragon such as the Stormcutter could do as he wished. Sure, what his Alpha commanded he
You draw
railroad tracks
on your wrist
hoping the
metal-made grooves
will take
you somewhere
better
But these tracks
you're chugging along on
only put you
on a train
that is zooming
toward a deep,
dark tunnel
And at the end of this tunnel,
there is no light.
When a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already l
I want someone to talk to
it may not sound like much
but its all I want of you
I want to never be alone
to never be forced to hear
the silent creaks of my home
I want someone to share with me
to give me the pieces of their day
through tiny conversations, and hearty stories
till there's nothing left to say
I want someone to stay with me
on those many cold nights
when the only thing that can keep me warm
are their sweet whispered delights
I want someone
it hardly matters who
to stick with me
and stay with me through
the transgressions of my days
the weaknesses of my soul
and share the same with me
make me feel whole
I want to someone to ta
I am a girl, therefore I'm worthless.
I am a disappointment to my parents.
I am a thing to be sold for profit.
I am property to a stranger.
I am a body used for the pleasure of men.
I am a slave to my promised husband.
"Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Mistress."
These are the only things I'm allowed to say.
If I say anything else I will be punished.
I shall face a punishment.
Several that no one should be allowed to face.
Beaten.
Molested.
Disposed of.
I fear all of it.
But sadly, it would be nothing new.
I shall be punished for simply taking a breath.
I wish to take my final one.
I "belong" in the kitchen, after all.
I have possession of the