I swear to god I'll stop updating soon

[karanguni]

Hi! I know there've been a couple of new additions to the flist lately - first off, a huge hello hello to everyone! \o\

Also, to cut down on spam to everyone else, I'm thinking of putting together a Batman beta-filter, because I have five thousand weirdo ideas that I don't think everyone wants to end up seeing for this fandom. 8D If you guys think this is a good idea, lemme know - mi casa su casa, and if Batman squee posts are spammy, I'd like to clean up for everyone. 8D

ajsfkljlas okay, now I should be getting to bed so that I can get up and study my ass off tomorrow and finish off the Triple Bill. /o/ If I am lucky, I'll be alive enough to actually take my damned exams.

And because it wouldn't be right to go to sleep too soon: opening up the comments for flashdrabble requests! Just drop me a prompt or a character or an idea or a bomb, and I'll smash out a few lines for you before I get round to my zzzzz-ing.

Comments

[karanguni.livejournal.com]

*mind is blown*

He doesn't come down very often, but he makes a note to -- check up on her, before and after events. She's come to understand the significance of a shadow at her door that does not speak; both warning and apology. Her mother does not like him. He does not blame her, and is grateful for her acceptance of his offers. (Escorts past the so-called playground, an extension of the protection offered to him by his uniform.) To take Aerith away, momentarily, not as a Turk but as a human being.

'What are you doing?' she asks him, with all the faith in the world.

'Watching you,' he tells her - the truth - and lets her put an arm around his arm. The sleeveless dresses she wears don't hide the occasional blot of too-tight skin. He wears gloves when he touches her there.

She turns and smiles at him. 'It's something they tried,' she tells him. 'It'll help my mother with her illness.'

No doctor would put electricity that scars through you, he wants to tell her, but he's afraid she already knows, so afraid that she knows and accepts it nonetheless: he's not prepared for that kind of humanity, not in the least prepared to accept that that much goodness can exist parallel to the utility-seeking men he surrounds himself with (and has become part of).

'I'm sure,' he tells her, and smiles to match her smile, and wonders if anyone could be as strong in light chiffon fabrics and with so few defences.

[obabscribbler.livejournal.com]

*mind is also blown*

*to itty bity pieces*

*of love*

*and yay*

Yay!

[karanguni.livejournal.com]

♥ I wish I could write more, um, more for them, but the girls in FFVII always elude me. \o\