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FFVII AU Plot Bunny Thing

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Title: Number (subject to change)

Characters: Sephiroth centric. Mentioned: Angeal, Genesis, Hojo, Gast

Notes: Wonderfully AU. :'D

Teaser: 

The scientists call me subject 00. Gen tells me that’s not my name though, and that the scientists can shove it. He says my real name might start with an S.

I hope it isn’t Stan. 

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JOURNAL # ZZ456A-A4

EXPERIMENT JEN 0001-000S

STATUS N/A

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 Day One:

 The scientists have given us journals.

 They say they will better help evaluate our psyches.

 I have nothing else to say, so I will finish for today.

 Day Two:

 The scientists told me I have to write more. I don’t see the function of this. Geal says I should describe myself. He says that’s what you normally do in journals. Has he had a journal before?

 I think I am seven. Geal and Gen are older than I am, I think.

 The scientists call me subject 00. Gen tells me that’s not my name though, and that the scientists can shove it. He says my real name might start with an S.

 I hope it isn’t Stan.

 I told Gen that, and he laughed at me.

 Why?

 Day Three

 I think I might be sick. The doctors are always watching me- more than they watch Gen and Geal.

 When I ask why, one of them looks at me. He’s scary and Gen says he doesn’t wash his hair.

 The doctor tells me it’s because I’m not a failure.

 That I’m going to make sure nobody dies again.

 Day Four

 I asked Geal what a failure was and he looked at me with sad eyes. Don’t worry, he told me.

 You don’t have to worry about that.

 That made me think.

 Are Gen and Geal failures?

 I don’t think so.

 Day Five

One of the doctors came to see me today. I think his name is Gast. He’s my favorite. He tells me, Gen and Geal stories.

 He says he had a daughter and that one day, he will introduce us.

 I’ve never met a girl before.

 Day Six

 Geal got taken away for shots today. He was gone for a long time but then he came back.

 Gen got taken away too.

 He’s still gone.

 Day Seven

 Gen still isn’t back. When I asked Geal he looked at me sad again. He said that Gen was sick.

 That he was degrading.

 What is that?

 Day Nine

 Gen’s not back again.

 One of the scientists said he would be back soon though.

 Day Fourteen

They lied.

 Day Seventeen

I asked the creepy doctor where Gen was today.

He looked at me and laughed.

My heart feels achy in my chest.

When I asked Geal what it was, he told me I was worried.

I don’t think I like being worried.

Day Nineteen

Gen came back today. His chest was all bandaged up.

When I asked him where he had been, he looked at me and water began leaking from his eyes.

When I asked him what it was, Gen said they were tears.

I don’t think I like tears.

Especially from Gen.

Day Twenty

Today I got new shots. They hurt more than usual and when one dropped to the floor it spilled glowing green liquid everywhere. The creepy doctor got really mad.

When I asked Gen and Geal if they’d gotten any, they shook their heads.

Day Twenty One

Doctor Gast brought a new book today. He said was called Loveless, and was a play about the Goddess.

I didn’t like the book, so I gave it to Gen.

He won’t put it down now.

Day Twenty Two

I wish I hadn’t given the book to Gen.

Day Twenty Three

My head starting hurting today. When I told one of the scientists, he looked at the creepy doctor.

They asked me a weird question.

Doesn’t everybody hear voices?

Day Twenty Four

I think I am gitt getting sik sick.

 My hed head hurts.

 Gen and Geal look woryd worried.

 Day Twenty Five

gen nd geal clld dcter

m i faylyur?

Day Thirty

I have been released from the infirmary.

The doctors said I had mako poisoning from the shot I got.

I have decided I am never getting another shot again.

Day Thirty One

Gen and Geal got taken away today. The doctors say they will not come back.

They have to go to a different lab-with a man named Hollander.

They said they would visit me.

Day Thirty Two

I got more shots today. When I fought against them, the doctors threatened to sedate me.

I like getting shots more than I like getting sedated.

After the shots, Gast came by. He looked sad.

When I asked him why, he said because he wouldn’t be able to see me any more soon.

When I asked him why again, he said that Hojo was getting angry because he saw me so much.

I think Hojo is the creepy doctor.

I don’t think I like him very much.

Day Thirty Three

Gast left the labs today.

When I asked a scientist where he went, he frowned and said it was none of my business.

I have decided I don’t like him either.

Day Thirty Six

Hojo is coming to check up on me again.

He’s got a big needle.

I don’t like big needles.

Also, I found out my real name.

It isn’t Stan.

But it’s hard to spell.

I think its spelled Sefyroth.

Day Thirty Seven

It’s not Sefyroth.

It’s Sephiroth.

I think I like Geal and Gen’s names better.

They’re much easier to spell.

Day Thirty Nine

I got another shot today.

 This one hurt more than the others.

 I told the scientist that I was going to tell Doctor Gast on him.

 He laughed at me and said that Gast was dead.

 When I called him a liar and told him I was telling Geal and Gen instead he laughed harder.

 They’re dead too, he said.

 Hojo killed them all.

 Day Forty-Three

 I went on a rampage yesterday.

 And the day before that, and the day before that and the day before that.

 They put me in solitary.

 I don’t think I like solitary.

 But I think I hate the scientists more.

 Day Fifty-Five

 I had a dream today.

 I didn’t like it.

 It was sad.

 I don’t want to burn down a village.

 I didn’t tell anybody about it though.

 I would have told Gen and Geal.

 But they’re dead.

 So is Gast.

 I don’t think I want to write any more.

 Maybe next time.

 Day Sixty-Six

 I don’t think I like solitary.

 Day Sixty-Seven

 {The entry is blank, smeared with ink and a few spots of blood cover the pages}

 {the text is illegible}

 I thnks m sik agin.

 whts a mthr?

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Fem!bilbo/thorin hobbit plot bunny thing

FANDOM: LOTR/The Hobbit

CHARACTERS: fem!Bilbo, unconscious!Thorin, mentions of Fili, Kili and Azog.

SUMMARY: It takes Bilba three tries to stand up. {part of this AU} 

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 It takes Bilba three tries to stand up.

 Three excruciating tries.

The first sends her spilling back to the ground, crying a hoarse shout into the bloodied earth as the stump of her hand (and god, it’s not there is it? not anymore not since the warg, not since--) is crushed beneath the weight of her own body. The second sends her on her back, sobbing into the air as the chaos of the battle continues on around her. It is only on the third that she’s able to force herself up onto trembling legs, vision hazy and body weak from both blood loss and exhaustion. She can’t linger to catch her breath, can’t gain her bearings. There’s no time—none.

 She can see Fili and Kili in the distance, their forms so tiny against the backdrop of the battle raging on. Kili shoots arrows quick as lightning and Fili’s dual blades flash like rays of light. They’re safe—for now at least and though she can see the horde surrounding them growing larger with each passing second, she grits her teeth and lets her vision move, narrowing in on one thing—one person. Thorin. She had to find Thorin, has to find him. Has to apologize has to—and there!

 Breath catching in her chest, Bilba barely has time to scream out Thorin’s name as Azog—and of course Thorin would be facing him, of course—brought his mace down with a savage snarl, sending the newly named King under the Mountain crumpling to the ground just as Ocrist impaled the foul beast to send him to the foamy earth as well.  And oh god—oh god, Thorin--his eyes are shut—she can see that, even from this far away and oh god—oh god please don’t let him, don’t let him be---

 Scrambling across the broken landscape, dodging both friend and foe alike, Bilba doesn’t waste a second as she makes her way to Thorin’s side. It’s not like they could see her, not with the ring on her—on her hand and ohgodohgod—no, no! She couldn’t focus on that now, only Thorin mattered, her other….the missing hand could wait--would wait. It felt like ages before she reached him, ages and years combined but in truth, it is perhaps only a few seconds—thirty at most—before she is kneeling at his side muttering frantic words beneath her breath. Bilba wastes no time in shoving the corpse of the white orc away, her own face pale and wan beneath its mask of soot and grime, nor does she waste any time in shoving Sting into the foul beast’s throat just to make sure it’s dead. That done, Bilba returns her attention to Thorin once more, mouth pressing to his ear, whispering comforting words of nothing as she frantically feels at his neck with her good hand checking for a pulse and there—there!

 Breath stuttering in her throat, Bilba heaves a large gasp, mouth pressing against Thorin’s forehead, heedless of the blood and gore there, in a small moment of relief before flurrying into action once more. She needs to move him—needs to get him somewhere safe. There had been a gap around him and the foul orc, a ring while they were fighting and that would at least spare her sometime before the orcs and goblins surrounded them once again. But he was too heavy, too heavy for her to move and---

 Mouth thinning, Bilba shudders, glancing down at her wrist and the jagged place below, covered only by the thin scraps of her cloak fastened into a makeshift bandage done at her own hands. It will have to hold. Moving on adrenaline, Bilba grit her teeth before tugging at Thorin’s armor. She has to work fast—it would only take so long for the horde to realize that their leader was dead and their foe limp on the rocks and dirt. Working off the metal chest plate as best she can with one hand, Bilba forced herself to hurry. Within a minute, she has the heavy metal off and is working on the metal plating covering his arms and legs though she dare not touch the heavy mail beneath. There is still a battle going on after all, and for Thorin to go without armor of any kind—even while hidden—would surely be a death sentence and Bilba has worked far too hard for that.

 Only when she had the heaviest of his armor removed, did Bilba dare stand up, forcing herself to stay put even as he vision swam in front of her. It takes a moment for the spots to clear from her vision—too long, too long, Bilba thinks frantically—but the moment it does she it tugging at Thorin’s collar, dragging him across the ground and gritting her teeth as the muscles in her good arm scream at her. She can’t pick him up, and by Yavanna above, it takes all the strength she has merely to pull the tall dwarf with no other hand to brace the weight with—but she struggles through it, move it inch by excruciating inch until she has the dwarf kind somewhat covered by an overhanging rock.

 Chest heaving, sweat dripping from her hair and sliding down her nose, stinging the cuts dotting her face, Bilba stared down at the unconscious form of the dwarf king.  Safe. Thorin was safe. White dancing in front of her eyes, Bilba barely has any time to heave a sigh of relief before her body crumples to the ground, magic ring still on her finger.

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First Impressions [1/?]

Fandom: Assassins Creed 3

Characters: Ratonhnhaké:ton 'Connor' Kenway

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DATE: 1770

“’Ello lads—this here is your new captain! Best treat him well!”

 The first time the crew of the Aquila meet the native boy, they’re not impressed. First off, he’s just that—a boy and not a day over 17 by the looks of him. And later, when they actually ask Faulkner the boy’s true age?

 Needless to say, they are less than impressed. After all, 17 was one thing, but 14?! Surely Faulkner must be mad.

 And the way the boy acts, eager to please as he follows Faulkner like a particularly lost puppy, large eyes watching the man's every move with an innocent sort of awe—really, 14, how could they have missed it with a personality like that--it’s almost enough to make even the most stalwart sailor grumble, but Faulkner —the drunk bastard that he is—seems oblivious to it to all.

 “He’s special—that boy,” he says, “He’ll surprise you yet—I’ll bet my sea legs on it.”

 But when the boy stumbles as a wave hits them too hard, the crew can’t help but groan. “Sure.” one of them says, tightening the rigging with a bit more force than necessary. “I’d be surprised if the boy’s ever stepped on a ship before.”

 And there Faulkner grins. “Aye.” he gloats, “He hasn’t.”

 When the blasted man lets the boy take the wheel, the crew makes a point to tie their life ropes just a wee bit tighter.

 Still, despite the crew’s misgivings, the trip to Martha’s Vineyard, if slightly trying for the boy at the wheel, was uneventful enough. At the very least, the crew can say that the boy has a good hand on him, even if he does seem to stray a wee bit too close to the shallows for the crew’s liking.

 “Not a scrape on ‘er!” Faulkner boasts as they come into port, beaming at the boy. For his part, the native just gives a soft smile, almost hesitant. There were a few close brushes of course—and a narrow collision with a smaller boat but, as Faulkner so proudly states of his newest protégé, the youth had ‘dodged them like a natural, didn’t he boys?’.

 Had the crew not been too busy unloading the ship and readying it for the cannons, they would have responded with a cumulative curse.

 Really, they think.

 It was a wonder the boy hadn’t sunk them to the bottom of the sea yet.

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Hobbit Plot Bunny/Drabble thing

Fandom: The Hobbit/LOTR

Characters: Fem!Bilbo, Thorin, short mention of Gandalf

Summary: Thorin gets an unexpected guest.

Thorin Oakenshield, Son of Thrain son of Thor of the line of Durin, and King Under the Mountain, expected many things when the doors to throne room opened in full court. An army of orcs—a band of dwarves bringing tidings of woe, an elf raiding party—the men of dale, finally coming to take what they thought was theirs. He expects many things, yes but what he does not expect—under any circumstance—is a ragged, weary, Bilba Baggins with a set look on her face and a grey wizard behind her.

 And it is she who steps through the doors, lips pressed into a thin line and golden curls spilling haphazardly down her back. One hand rests against the door, the other, a mere stump that ends at her wrist is curled around her waist as best it can. Shell shocked and quiet, Thorin can only gape with the rest of his company as the small hobbit—and by Mahal, when did she ever look so tiny? so frail? so tired?—strides her way down towards his throne, dwarves parting in front of her like the red sea while he can only stare.

 “You---“ he finally manages just before she grabs his beard, teeth bared in a snarl and tears rising in her eyes.

 “No—“ Bilba bites out, voice as hard as stone as the dwarves, once so shell shocked before, flurry into action, “No—you will ask me no questions O’ King under the Mountain. And I have but one question.” And here she stops, teeth bared in a savage snarl—and Mahal, when had the Burglar ever been able to pull so feral an expression—before she tugs him forward, face to face.  “Where is my son?” 

And like magic, the clamor stops.

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I think I read the scene right.

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Requiem -- HP/TMR

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: T. though if I continue it it will probably go M.//shot 

Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Marvolo Riddle (jr.) aka Harry/Young Voldemort

Summary: It started with a kiss. {TMRHP} timetravel. Angst. Char death.

Words: 250. short prologue is short.

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It started with a kiss, one between a boy and a girl.

The boy was dark haired and green eyed, face pale and wan and eyes far to aged. The girl was bright, red and fire, blue eyes light with tears as the two clutched at each other for the final time.

“You can do it Harry.” The girl whispers, teeth gritted as she pulls away and steps within the circle. “You can do it Harry. Just two little words. And then we’ll save them. Save them all.”

The boy pauses, crystal tears sliding down his cheeks before he nods.

“Avada Kedavra.” The girl murmurs, her voice solemn and calm despite how her hands tremble at her sides. “Just two little words Harry. Avada Kedavra.”

The boy’s lips move, echoing the girl’s whisper s green lights flash, lighting up the clearing and the circle of runes in a poisonous light.

Eyes staring vacantly ahead of him, the boy hardly moves as the girl’s body falls to the ground, her eyes staring at something high above her as they film over with death.  

As the runes of the circle light up, the boy doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even move.

“Avada Kedavra.” He whispers before he points the wand at himself and smiles.

Just two little words.

“Avada Kedavra.”

The clearing glows white and then all is silent.

 In the center of the circles, two bodies clutch at each other- one a boy and a girl.

 And this is how it starts.

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Chrono Crusade/Yu Yu Hakusho Drabble

Fandoms: Yu Yu Hakusho, Chrono Crusade

Characters: Kurama, Hiei, Chrono

Raiting: T

Words: 346

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“Kurama.”

Looking up from his book, Kurama blinked, turning towards Hiei before smiling. “Ah- you can sense him too?”

The smaller demon snorted and glanced away, eyes narrowing as he glanced around the room, his blood-red optics highlighting on a lone figure sitting quietly at a table just across from the two. “Of course.”

“Of course.” Amusement littered the fox demon’s voice, looking out the corner of his eye to take in the appearance of the lone man.

Knotted and tangled violet hair reached down the expanse of the man’s back, bending with the curve of the chair before settling about his waist- it could have easily reached his mid thighs. A bandanna, patterned in what Kurama assumed to be something in a Native American style, if what the articles he’d read in those books said were true. A tattered jacket, formed of old leather and just about falling apart at the seams settled on the man’s shoulders, and though he was sitting down, Kurama guessed him to be fairly tall, and his musculature was more lean and wiry than buff.

“Looks rather beat up, doesn’t he?”

Hiei rolled his eyes, glancing away from the violet haired man to look at Kurama with a blank stare. “You know what I mean fox.”

“Ah yes- do you suppose he’s meeting someone?” There was a look of impish mischief on the red-heads face as Hiei’s frown deepened.

“Fox.”

Sighing, Kurama shut his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, “Yes Hiei- I understand.” Eyes narrow and glinting with something Hiei would rather not name, Kurama leaned forward again, righting his chair as his fingers folded beneath his chin. “Our lone friend there is a demon,” A sly smile slid across the fox’s face, “Should we pay him a visit?”

The smaller fire demon snorted, before a malevolent grin slithered upon his face.

“Let’s.”

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Australia would be cool--though I really, really want to visit Germany, Switzerland or Ireland!!! >w< They all have such pretty scenery, and the buildings are magnificent <3 Russia and a lot of the Baltic nations are also quite pretty~

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Wow, I love your tumblr page, it's so cute and it matches great with ur icons :D

Thankies <3 And lol, it only matches the icons b/c I colored them to match :'D Thank you photobucket eyedropper tool!

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