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Zack's Chocobo
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"Sephiroth, Sephiroth, Sephiroth!" a loud voice called through the thick, closed door and mercilessly shattered the previous peaceful silence in the general's office.
The silver haired man ignored his SIC with the weak hope it would make him go away faster. It never did before, but as the saying goes:
'The hope dies last'.
And maybe, if he was really really quiet and didn't make a sound, maybe the puppy would think no one is in here, and would leave to find someone else to distract and annoy with whatever has him eZack's Chocobo2 years ago in Short Stories

ZxC- Chocobo Catching"Freaking Chocobos!"

A raven teenager flopped into the rassy hillside, dissapointed in his actions and angry at the warking chocobo infront of him. As many times as he tried, that chocobo always got away from him! Every single freaking time! The chocobo "warked" again before fluttering its wings at it's sides, taunting the teenager more. Zack merley glared at the chocobo, hands behind him to cushion his head and his body was sprawled out otherwise. The raven wore a clean but stained white tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a black and white belt to match his brown boots. Why had he offered to help round up Chocobo's in the first place?!ZxC- Chocobo Catching2 years ago in Short Stories

Chocobo Call -WIP fic tease-"Mmm...Cloud..."

Zack cuddled up against the huddled form in his bed, wrapping his arms around the form, the familiar feel of blond hair in his face...yet it wasn't hair. Zack wrinkled his nose at the awkward smell and opened his eyes to see another pair of big brown eyes accompanied with a beak and lots of feathers. A small "wark" came from the bird, earning a yelp from Zack, causing him to roll off the bed and onto the floor.

"Cloud!" His lover ran into the room wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, hay all in his hair from the barn outside.
"Whats that thing doing in the house, let alone in the bed?!"

The chocobo in question Chocobo Call -WIP fic tease-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

The spirit of MarinesWhat is it in side of you?
That makes you walk when others has drop
And when the situation seems hopeless
You keep your faith and charges forward

We fight like it's the only thing we know
We fight with honor and courage
They can take away our lives
But our fighting spirit will live on

What is given can be easily taken away
But what we earn will be keep forever
Because we know great sacrifice
Must come before great glory

You will have to give it all you got
You will struggle and feel the pain
But when it is all said and done
You are the few the proud the MarinesThe spirit of Marines9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Chocobo Call Chapter 2Later that morning, Cloud and Zack were already dressed and outside doing their daily chores of feeding, washing, and some other unspeakable things. All the while from a short distance, the chocobo sat and watched, and watched and...watched.

"Cloud that chocobo is starting to scare me..." Zack looked over at cloud while he swept the floor, enjoying the sight of cloud in jeans and no shirt, his hair held back by a blue bandana.

"Your over reacting Za Za, its probably just curious. Besides there isn't much to do around here anyway considering he was the only hatchling from this season so he doesn't have much to relate to and I'm not even sureChocobo Call Chapter 22 years ago in Short Stories

APH: Ameri-who?Chars: UK, Canada, US
Genre: Comedy

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England brought the white ceramic teacup to his lips and took in a satisfying sip of warm tea as Canada finally got to the point of his visit.

"So," he started quietly, stirring two sugar cubes into his own tea. "About the Governor General..." he paused, unsure if the words soon to follow would sound too harsh. Still, he needed to continue. He took the small spoon out from the cup and gently placed it on the saucer, his eyes still watching as the still swirling tea calmed down.

England eyed the shy Canada across the table as he set down his cup on the saucer. Another stall. "Yes? What about herAPH: Ameri-who?3 years ago in Short Stories

The Chocobo Poem

Oh Chocobo, Chocobo,
My giant yellow chicken.
You're big enough to feed a family for a year,
Or maybe even an army.
But either way,
You're put to good use.The Chocobo Poem7 years ago in Free Verse

Thoughts on a Page: Snippy's Mental StateDoes Charles Snippy have two or more personalities?

Charles Snippy (aka: Mr Snippy or simply as Snippy) Has at least two symptoms of Multiple personalities, the symptoms being Unreasonable fears- in Page number 98 snippy clearly states (to himself) "Oh thank god, Walking mug scare me". Weather he is actually talking to himself or the mug is still unclear- if he is indeed talking to the mug, then he may have Schizophrenia as well, but I will talk about that later. The second Symptom is, or may be Paranoia (perhaps with hallucinations or voices) this could be why 'Captain's' Mug, the Ladybird and the straw is talking to Snippy. In Snippy's jThoughts on a Page: Snippy's Mental State8 months ago in Profiles

Under the Ponte

One day, Ezio hoped, he would be able to walk the streets of Venezia freely. How glorious it would be to not need the hood that shadowed his face. He remembered his carefree days in Firenze, before he ever donned the concealing robes of the Assassin. Back then, he had been so young, so unaware of the dangers that--

"Ezio! They're ahead of us, too!"

Leonardo's frantic words brought him back to the present, to the current dangers that he faced. Though they had gained some time running from the guards behind them, now as they approached the Ponte Rialto more were moving in. Ezio thanked God that there wasn't anyone on the rooftops; they Under the Ponte2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Will to Survive Ch4 Luminosity

The sounds of bickering faded until the words were mere sounds, floating like moths in the still night air.  Leonardo felt his head clear a little as he went to the rampart.  On this side, the wall was nearly flush with the side of the cliff, and the drop below him was dizzying.  If he leaned out a little, he could almost believe that he was hovering in midair above the moonlit fields.

"I knew I saw you come this way."  Ezio said behind him, disgruntled.

Leonardo hadn't heard him approach, though he wasn't surprised he'd been found.  "Claudia was going to stop you," he said without looking aWill to Survive Ch4 Luminosity2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Eye of the Beholder et cetera

"You're what?"

Leonardo sent his friend a pitying glance, fanning himself with a piece of paper. The day was stifling hot, and they had retreated from the bright sun into the relative coolness of his workshop. Both of them were reduced to chemises and hose now that the last of Leonardo's patrons had come and gone.

"I said that I realized how plain I am," he replied as if to a child. "I don't mean anything by it; just that after working with that beautiful model recently, I was thinking about how I compared." He sighed, gazing at the sketches he'd made. "It's an interesting concept, really--from a purely artistic standpoint, how does boEye of the Beholder et cetera3 years ago in Short Stories

Chocobo TFIn a place a long time ago and out of this dimenson, there was a girl named Zaire who loved animals. Big or small she was taking care of each of them often. One day when she was out getting medicine for someone she ran into a chocobo that was getting hurt by its abusive owner. She told the man to leave it alone but he pushed her aside and continued. She couldn't take the abuse that the young bird was experiencing. It was horrible. Blood was everywhere on it. It winced in pain and squabbled on the ground. The man just said to it, "Served you right for not doing what IChocobo TF3 years ago in General Fiction

After Ever After: Part 3   Bright morning sun flitted playfully through the drawn drapes, finding it's way to a sleepy Fakir. He stretched slowly, yawning a few times before escaping from the intoxicatingly warm, plush blankets and shivered. The lodge seems peculiarly cold this morning, Fakir thought. Perhaps there was a draft somewhere...
      Fakir dressed with the meticulous and rhythmic motion of a soldier and found his thoughts wandering to Duck. Would she be up yet? Would she feel any better today?
   As he perused about in his half dreamwalker state down the hallway, surprise mixed with unease grabbed hold of him as he noticed how cold it seemed to be on theAfter Ever After: Part 32 years ago in Short Stories

After Ever After: Part 1 "Let's compose our own ending of the story. Not just for Muyto's sake, but for our sakes as well." Fakir gazed deep into Duck's eyes as the two danced slowly in Despair. So close...
Duck couldn't help but think about what Fakir had told her earlier-about staying beside her forever, even though she was really only a duck. It filled her heart with a warm, soft light when she thought about being with Fakir-but the way he was looking at her now, holding her tenderly in his arms scared her, and made her feel a little guilty.
Shouldn't she want to still be with Muyto, even though he had always had Rue by his side? Deeply confused andAfter Ever After: Part 12 years ago in Short Stories

Shop Shop: O'aka Song ParodyWake up in the morning feeling like Wen Kinoc
(Hey, what up O'aka)
Grab my items, I'm out the inn, I'm gonna hit Mushroom Rock
(Let's sell)
Before I leave, cast my feet with a strong spell of haste
Cause I've got goods to sell and there's no time to waste

I'm talking potions for your woes, woes
Eyedrops to see your foes, foes
Softs so you won't be stones, stones
Back-packing, out here with my remedies
Chilling in my cool capris
Say, could you lend me some gil please?

Please stop, time to shop
Tidus, buy some items now
Yessir, get the cure
You'll be satisfied I'm sure
Big sale, you can't fail
Just shop until you drop, yeah

PlShop Shop: O'aka Song Parody2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Will to Live Ch. 3 Contour

Ezio seemed to cast about for a response, startled, but held his tongue. Leonardo could see the thoughts whirling in his head, the hows and the whys and the what-ifs. He found it almost sweet, that someone with Ezio's reputation could still be so innocent. They stood, unspeaking for some time with only the sound of the rain and the soft hiss and pop of the fire.

At last, Leonardo sighed. "I wouldn't actually ask that, you know." He did, however, reach out to cup the side of Ezio's face with a gentle hand. Once more, Ezio remained still and did not shy from the touch; his dark,Will to Live Ch. 3 Contour3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

How to Make a Buster SwordHow to Make Zack’s Buster Sword
Total Cost: Around $10
Time(for my own sword, will vary) : 4 hours for the body, 3 days for the paint, 1 hour for the details

Step One:
-Find a piece of plywood at a hardware store (Home Depot or Lowes works)
*Make sure that the plywood, when standing up, reaches to at least your shoulder*
-The dimensions of the plywood will vary per person, but rectangle sized ones are good
*IMPORTANT!!!* MAKE SURE THAT THE PLYWOOD IS NOT TOO BILLOWED! (Billowed, meaning the wood curves).

Step Two:
-Purchase spray paint for the sword.
-I recommend black matte, silver, and (you may have to go to an art How to Make a Buster Sword4 years ago in Editorial

Can't Buy Me Love

There was no movement in the workshop save the swirl of bristles in paint, the barest touch of a brush to canvas. A soft curve appeared, then filled in, layer on layer of pale grey, green, blue. With utmost delicacy, infinite care, the shape of an eye took form through a series of short, precise strokes. Leonardo's concentration was such that he did not appear to hear the door open, nor the bootsteps that crossed his studio floor.

At first, Ezio stood proudly, grinning, hands on hips. He waited in this way for some time, expecting that at any moment, Leonardo would turn and welcome him. Then he frowned. Leonardo still painted, oblivious to hCan't Buy Me Love2 years ago in Short Stories

Will to Survive Ch1 Tone

Venezia, 1495

Leonardo's mouth felt bruised, messy, but at that moment he did not care. He wanted more of that feeling, the softness and hardness and the nip of teeth on his lips and the rasp of Ezio's unshaven face, the fullness of that mouth and the ferocious desire that burned away any reticence either of them might once have had.

The kisses grew more intense, swift clashes of tongues and teeth that rubbed their lips raw. Leonardo closed his eyes, let his head loll back, bared his neck to Ezio. He could not hold in a sharp moan at the feeling of those teeth on his skin. He twisted his fingers into the billowing white sleeves of Ezio'Will to Survive Ch1 Tone2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

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