Just a quick post before I go to sleep ('coz the chocoboy wanted screen-time and I couldn't resist):


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Well, now I've done it. The new semester has already started, and I haven't finished sorting files yet. I got a little distracted playing around with FF7 characters.

During breaks between attending classes and writing (poorly), I uploaded some of the pics of my favorite FF7 people at Morphthing.com and had fun with the Make Your Own Baby option. ( Read more... )

Title: Elevator
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Squall / Rinoa
Summary: What happens when you take an angry Rinoa and  an unusually impulsive Squall, and put them in an enclosed space hanging several floors above the ground? Things start to get... interesting.
Lemony Squinoa: no claustrophobia allowed!

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Title: Connect the Stars
Genre: Complete and total fluff ;D
Rating: K+
Characters: Cloud/Tifa
Summary: Fifteen years later, lying under the same star-lit sky, he realizes... she's still his heart's desire
Post-AC/ACC: CloTi past, present, and if I had my way, future! I just re-read and re-edited this and I was drowning in so much fluff and mushiness!

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Title: Only a Dream
Genre: Angst / Tragedy
Rating: T
Characters: Cloud/Tifa, with some very reluctant Claerith)
Summary: A look at what would happen if Tifa were dead and Cloud had forgotten about her... First-ever CloTi fic: this is my answer to the age-old question of what would happen if Tifa had died instead of Aerith -- with a little twist. Lol, ( Read more... )

Now that I have a life again (temporarily), I've decided that it's time to sort out all my files. My computer is a mess: there are videos on the desktop, important research files in the Recycle Bin, and my folders are littered with fanfics that have been cleverly named 'CloTi 1', 'CloTi 2', 'CloTi 3', etc (goodness knows how I'm going to tell them ( Read more... )

The following information cannot be used against me in a court of law.

Just in case.

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There must be something wrong with me. It's 2am, and I'm watching Bruno Mars videos, despite my usual disdain of things that my enemy likes (she's a Bruno Mars fan). It's like he and the girl in the video are in a contest to decide who has the higher ( Read more... )

I have discovered that I have an alter-ego.

She's the strange (okay, less strange than usual), more serious, slightly masochistic me who, by divine intervention, has managed to hang on to her grades despite the strangling pressure our profs have put us through and has emerged relatively unscathed (though there was the ranting and the venting of ( Read more... )

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