Fear mongering (or scaremongering) is the use of fear to influence the opinions and actions of others towards some specific end. The feared object or subject is sometimes exaggerated, and the pattern of fear mongering is usually one of repetition, in order to continuously reinforce the intended effects of this tactic, sometimes in the form of a vicious circle. Formerly active on TheShinRaBuilding and Ask-Cissnei.
Cissnei/Tseng old old fanfic stuff. Posting it as I find it again.
Not exactly Work Safe but not N-17
I close my eyes and you're someone else;
It's one of those times where she cannot stand him, in his cool calm collected way that only served to irk her further, even when her hands fisted around the lapels of his jacket and jerked the man into a searing kiss. His arm goes around her waist, and there's a struggle for power with tongues and teeth like their always is, in such spur of the moment times. She knows he suffers too - suffers from the loss, the betrayal, everything that people like them should not feel because their line of work requires them to be emotionless.
However she had found herself straddling his lap mattered not, only the satisfaction of rolling her hips slowly against his and breaking that collected persona with a hitch of his breath, something that was a victory considering who this was. Her fingers are deft in pulling of his belt, even with the distraction of of his hand brushing against her neck and undoing her tie, pulling it away and letting it drop with little care, never idle as his hands were found secured at her hips.
"Did you love him?" He asks, Lips brushing over her neck even as she stilled. Such a cruel question, when the answer had ever been so obvious. He knows it too, that the redhead was Shiva-damn sure of. Her tremble is from many things as she resumes with an angry jerk of her hand, sending the button flying from his pants before she controls herself once more, nails scraping skin as she goes lower, then lower.
"Tell me Tseng," Cissnei hisses, the heat in her voice not all from anger as it should be. Ever trained and tailor made to go in for the kill; Her words cut deep. "Did you love her?"
Their are no more words spoken the entire time, save for breathless noises and occasional whispers of the right and wrong names.
Prompt: Cissnei; You leave the turks, the company everything and go and live with Zack's parents.
Did you know that I shed tears? Did you know... That I have fears?
Rude is the one who catches her on the way out, standing in the hall of the empty train station at three AM waiting for her. It’s been two weeks since Zack’s death; Those she could oftentimes call family much to been watching over her a little bit closer.
"We’ll have to come after you if you hide." He says- blunt, straight to the point, words carefully crafted to mean the most in the smallest way to say it. Cissnei only look at him once as she passes, a brief stop to look up at the Turk many saw as a quiet pillar of strength, herself included… But now, she’s casting that all away, suit still laid neatly out on her bed in the ShinRa dorms.
"I won’t be hiding." She tells him, a hand coming up to briefly touch his elbow before she passes. The gesture is a thank you and a good bye, and he watches until she disappears along the tracks to one of the well hidden exits to get outside of Midgar.
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When Cissnei shows up in Gongaga, she heads straight past the inn and to a house at the end of the little town, where she is greeted with the same welcoming warmth and smiles as when she had first met the two, standing before them in her dark suit. Now she is there dressed like just the rest of them, and they seem to sense that she is not coming to them with good news in tow.
"…I’m sorry." She tells them finally, and the redhead looks away, hands balling up at her sides. "So, so sorry."
She is not expecting to be embraced and comforted as the two of them try to find their own, but when she is, it’s one of the few things in life she has never experienced before- The thought that it was okay to just let go for a few moments.
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She is taken in as one of the family, and over time, starts finding herself thinking of herself more and more as such. Once the thought of having Turks or Milita show at the doorstep start becoming less of a reality, she stops sleeping with a loaded gun, with materia ready and close by. But like every good guard dog, she never forgets, never stops making plans.
This is her home now, a new one she’s made with the help of people who care about her. And Cissnei will protect it with everything she has this time, like she had not been able to before.
Just reposting some of my old drabbles from my Ask-Cissnei Account so I can have them all in one spot. Whoop whoop
Prompt: Cissnei;Zack kisses you and tells you he loves you.
Obligatory Imogen Heap reference
"I love you, Cissnei." He says, and there was that smile, that warmth in his eyes that never fails to make her heart melt. But Cissnei freezes, her fingers against the line of his jaw to stop him as he leans in closer to her, eyes falling down the line of his neck and lower down.
She knows. Of course she does. But once more she had become too caught up in what she really wanted again.
Her short nails curl against skin to dig and rip, seeking to tear and shed apart what she knows actually isn’t there. It was her fault for getting caught up in the first place, she knows, but at the same time, her anger is directed to the one who caused it in the first place.
"That was cruel." She speaks to no on in particular, to the man behind her. Cissnei’s voice locked tight with barley held back emotion and anger as the illusion falls away underneath her fingers and the training room falls back in place around her, as the suited figure brings everything back to play. Her hands still dig into her palms at her sides, staring at the place the fake had stood before her, not yet trusting herself to move past that.
"You can’t play games with ghosts, Cissnei."
"Or flower girls from the slums." She hurls the insult back at him, trading an open wound for one of his own. He accepts it with the outward grace she does not have, and will not every hope to achieve.
But in the end they both know they would never be able to have what they want.
Just reposting some of my old drabbles from my Ask-Cissnei Account so I can have them all in one spot. Whoop whoop
Prompt: Cissnei; You are forced to spar with a SOLDIER.
A lion corners a mouse. Yet it is still brave...
Sephiroth is twenty and Cissnei is fourteen; Veld is infallible and Hojo ever smug.
This is not a fair fight in any shape or form, something they all know but none are willing to say. The first because he knows it will do no good, the second for the sake of her pride, the third because when orders come down from the top, he has no choice, and the fourth because he simply has nothing to say about such. The girl raises her shuriken defensively, and Mako green eyes watch her to follow intent.
It was her that makes the first move, after long moments of standing there with nothing done. A lunge forward, and she is quick about it, arched and aim to strike in a deadly manner, materia equipped and suited best for her defensive needs. The long blade of Masamuse sings as she’s blocked and deflected, again and again without being able to penetrate the one and only First Class SOLDIER’s defenses. He does not want to fight her, there was little to prove in this between them at all. Rather, a chance for Hojo to gloat what they had already started to know.
You Turks are not as irreplaceable as you once thought before.
There are others older than her that could of gone though these steps, but she is the only other one raised in ShinRa so, as Hojo had mockingly pointed out. He is the one who sneers when she drops to knee when the young Turk is pushed back again, panting hard and eyes blazing.
"She can’t do a thing against him." He tells Veld, an obvious statement that would make the man roll his eyes if he were any less stoic. The Turk steps forward to call it off, and Sephiroth relaxes his guard just a fraction at it.
"Not yet!"
Not once giving up even though she can’t do a thing to him, out of breath even to it. “I’m not… Done yet. Don’t call this off.”
One more push- She charges in with reckless regard to the blade, catching it between the prongs of her shuriken when Sephiroth counters and driving both weapons to the ground, Masamune trapped between them. It is as far as she gets, the other retaliating quickly with the strength he had kept back for her sake, and the girl is knocked into the far wall a moment later, stunned briefly but standing after shaking it out. Nothing again, but the point still stands, made that very day against someone much stronger than her.
"If it’s one thing you’ve taught your dogs, Veld-" Hojo sniffs, turning away with his clipboard and jolting something down as he leaves, putting an end to the session. "It is that they do not know when they are beaten."
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Don’t tell me.
You’re done for.
I don’t need to hear.
You’re done for.
You can tell me what you
are running from.
I need you.
More than you need you.
I can see you’re really
really running.
May I ask you where
you gonna run to?
And you think you’re
living as a ghost now.
Not quite heaven’s ugly angel.
Don’t tell me.
You’re done for.
I don’t need to hear.
You’re done for.
You can tell me what you
are running from.
I need you.
More than you need you.
I can see you’re really
really running.
May I ask you where
you gonna run to?
And you think you’re
living as a ghost now.
Not quite heaven’s ugly angel.
It is something that seems he is only capable of perfection in, moving and touching just right to draw out noise and heat...But that isn't what she wants. Cissnei wants action, reaction, response to which he makes this seem all so clinical, something that he's worked toward.
Perfection without emotion attached to it. She can't stand it.
"Tseng-" She gasps, but he doesn't respond to her reply other than to keep going, motions of mouth and tongue that have made her arch and cry out until the situation she has landed herself in hits like a ton of bricks. Cissnei's hands slide though silky dark hair that heavily contrasts white sheets, pale bodies littered with nicks and scars that are usually hidden under black suits, their armor. "Tseng." She says again, a little more urgent this time, with something in it that is no longer pleasure but more of fear. He pauses to flick his eyes to her, and it' is enough for her to wrap her finger into dark hair drag him up, pull the man over her as her mouth crashes against his with tongue. Teeth and heat and this is what I need don't just be a Turk for this please show me-
He weathers her storm with the patience of a man who had already been through so many. It's far from what she wants-A reaction, emotion something to tell her that he is just as human as she was. That the deaths bothered him, that making it seem like certain people never existed left a bad taste in his mouth, that when he puts on the suit or picks up the phone he dreads what might come next, just like she did.
When she finally pulls away, he regards her with dark eyes, always those same dark eyes that she hates because she can never read them, and adores because she wants to be like him. "This isn't what you want." He states simply, and she very near snarls at him before moving, forcing him to switch with her, so that she is above him.
"I want this to be real!" It is snapped out, but it may as well of been an anguished cry. Why does ShinRa make us do this why did Zack have to die why did they force Veld away from us...
Cissnei hates this man near as much as she admired him, wanted to be like him, wanted him to recognize her as a rival wanted him to be hers. She none to gently brought her teeth down on his shoulder while her hands moved to touch what she could, forcing him to feel and to know that she meant it. Cissnei was not so stupid as to think this was not the first time for either of them, but it is theirs. In their world, of suits and lies and politics that did not mean much, but suddenly she wished it did, if not for her to have something of her own.
His hands slide up her back, touch gently over her neck and then take hold of her jaw, forcing her to look at him. Rival hated lover do you feel anything in this? "We have never been real in the first place." He says to her, and while to any other it may have not made sense she understood. Tseng was not a real name, and neither was Cissnei. They were products of a company, raised grown factory made to fit into a mold almost like SOLDIERs were. They however did not go under the needle and knife, but lost their humanity out on the field in learning how to become a cold blooded killer, in how to leave men behind.
"I..." It is there, overwhelming and flooding, and Cissnei breaks then.
Her tide ebbs and the flow subsides; And the morning comes and she wakes, Tseng is gone as he always is, and always has been. And Cissnei just wonders like the time before and before that if what she was doing if wrong, if she loses or keeps her sanity in focusing her bottled up emotions on him... If he is only there for her to give in and let loose on everything that has ever been unfair, so that she can become perfect again when they need her.
Sometimes in those moments when she is alone, Cissnei wonders if things may have ended up differently, if only she had asked.
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