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FINAL FANTASY KISSING BATTLE 2012
RULES
- To leave a prompt: leave one prompt per comment, with FANDOM: CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP in the subject line and your prompt in the body.
- To leave a fill: reply to the comment in question. Please use the subject line of your comment to label your work: TITLE (if relevant), FANDOM, CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIP, RATING (ANY KINKS, WARNINGS, FLAGS).
- There should be kissing! All kinds of kisses are welcome: gen, shippy, smutty, chaste, familial, friendly, angry, happy! We’re pretty open to anything you want to call kissing. We are fans of all of it.
- Fanart, fanfiction, drabbles, doodles, live action movies -- whatever you want to supply, we’d like to have it.
- Be kind to others regarding character or ship choices and prompts. This should be fun for everyone!
- Prompt early, prompt often, and leave as many as you want.
- Prompts can be filled multiple times!
- To leave a blitzkrieg kiss: If you have something but no one has prompted it yet, blitzkiss away! Just reply to the entry itself, and make sure you use the subject line to label your work.
- Be sure to check the later comment pages (once comments start filling up) -- there could be some great kissing action happening back there!
- Spread the word! Tell your friends!
FINAL FANTASY KISS BATTLE 2012
We will be running the Kissing Battle on Dreamwidth only. There are two main reasons for this: 1) Dreamwidth’s comment limit is huge, allowing for longer kissing masterpieces; and 2) Dreamwidth still supports subject lines for comments, which are vital to a meme like the Kiss Battle. However, the Battle is open to everyone. Feel free to participate with your Dreamwidth (account creation is invite-free right now~!), your Livejournal or other OpenID account (see here if you want to set up an OpenID), or anonymously.
If you want to be part of the DOINK! Chocobo Races, and turn the Kissing Battle into a final boss battle (Cactuars vs Tonberries! WHO WILL WIN), please see this post for more information.
Have fun! Get smoochin'!
Straight Lines (Schala/Ellone, PG)
The dreams are bad. They're really, really bad. To Ellone, Time Compression has always been like folding a piece of fabric, or paper - folding it in on itself so that certain areas touch, pressing against each other like linen, hearing the whispers woven into each thread and fiber. But now: Ellone dreams of surfaces, broad bright canvases, and her consciousness is touching in a million pinpoints at once, and she can't tell which way is up and which is down. It's as if someone has taken her folded sheet and sliced it, strung it up in four dimensions, stretched impossibly thin. Realities string themselves out in front of her like beads, sparkling so brightly she can't see the threads at all.
It isn't surprising when she creates herself a friend: at first it isn't even a voice, merely the kind brush of a hand at the small of her back when she's lost, or a guiding murmur in her ear when she makes a wrong turn. Then it's fingers, small and surprisingly delicate - the White SeeD never had delicate hands - holding her hand as she learns to move through this broad space. Then it's a laugh, tender and graceful.
Then, a face, and Ellone realizes that it isn't a figment of her imagination at all.
"The dreamer," says the other girl, when Ellone tries to speak; her smile is knowing and small. "I am the one who dreams this place."
"The whole thing?" Ellone asks. All of time?
The girl nods. Her hair shimmers in the strange light, as if it has been dipped in silver. "All of time," she says, her words an echo of Ellone's mind.
So many questions crowd into her space and she feels her feet start to quiver, in the slip-thin bit of reality they've chosen today, but all Ellone can think to say is: "That must be lonely."
"Well," says the girl, "yes. Time, but not space." And her eyes have centuries in them, turning like galaxies on a string. "But... I've never met anyone who could walk it with me before."
They're still holding hands so it's too easy for Ellone to pull the girl to her, to wrap her arms around her - this dreamer, the one holding all of time together. Ellone presses her lips to the crown on the girl's head, instinctively, and she can't tell if it's her own Matron's-instinct, or if it's a blessing, or if it's something else entirely.
"Will you show me," she says, haltingly. "Will you show me where you came from?"
It's the right thing to say. "Come," says the girl, and she pulls Ellone's hand and they are falling, swept and graceful, weaving through the threads themselves. "My name is Schala, and let me show you Zeal."
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