Things that are not my FF7 stuff XD
There needs to be more in here
Robotic Offspring by MegamiJadeheart, literature
Literature
Robotic Offspring
I think they wanted a droid, and not a daughter. They both understand computers so well. A computer can be programed and documented. It does what you tell it, and only what you tell it. And when it gets sick, it is easy to find the problem. Lines of code can be changed. Updated. Rewritten.
The human heart and mind are another matter entirely.
It seems like every time I take innitiative, do something of my own design and choosing, I am met with frowns and bewilderment. They questions my reasoning. They dislike what they hear when I tell them.
I am pale as a ghost,
nearly luminescent in the night.
Gold of hair,
white of skin,
pink of cheek and brown of eye.
Titanic,
amazonian,
as suited for swords as babies.
The right hand is creation,
the left destroys,
both cold while the breasts are warm.
The legs, monumental,
carry forward
and endure the distance,
Lift the crown
high above
the canopy of other's heads.
I woke from a dream of a love I missed out on. A surreal combination of strawberry pie and college, and fur-clad warlords fighting robot armies in a fantasy apocalypse. The end result was realizing that I would not even know what to do with love if I was given it. That the people I love will change, and so will I, and it will neither negate that love that was, nor change our fates.
Once awake, confronted with my own failures and potential, drifting guide-less and restless. I wanted to see Her face. But no. I wanted to see the face of Promise. Of Hope and Future and Fate. So often I mistake them for Her, just because She is tied to th
The Magical Baker Brothers by MegamiJadeheart, literature
Literature
The Magical Baker Brothers
Once upon a time, in the faraway kingdom of Happily Ever After, there lived a young Baker. One day, as he sat shelling walnuts for the banana walnut bread he was preparing, he suddenly found a fairy inside one of the walnut shells. She was small, barely as tall as a finger, and very beautiful. The Baker was very suprised.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You have broken my house!"
"I'm very sorry," the Baker apologised. "If you like, you may live here with me."
The fairy blinked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I think I would like that."
And so the Baker and the Fairy came to live together, and he took her as his wife. He baked
Maternal . . .-Annie Spoiler- by MegamiJadeheart, literature
Literature
Maternal . . .-Annie Spoiler-
She was being lighthearted. Deliberately so, chattering with Rachel about this that and the other. She was hiding. He could see that well enough, but he could not tell what. And it did not feel like Robin knew either. Or at least, the Geisha did not feel that there was anything he could do about it. But the expression, the pain, that snuck across Annies face as she watched her aunt baby one of her newest crewmembers, just made Cees brow furrow.
Come, he said quietly, catching her arm.
One choice changes everything by MegamiJadeheart, literature
Literature
One choice changes everything
In the heat and fire of the dogfight, Casey was an island of calm. She might as well have been playing dodge-ball, the way her mind read the oncoming fire. Her fingers across the terminal engaged the ship's thrusters with split-second precision, moving the body of the craft just enough to avoid getting hit, a threshold of error of inches.
Her gunner fired taunts and profanities at the opposing side almost as quickly as he fired ammunition, and she positioned the ship to give him as many clear shots as possible without letting them get hit.
You live in a world you don't understand. The earth is flat, and it travels as far out as anyone has been able to walk, and still keeps going. Though better not to go too far, because you don't know what else is out there. There are monsters that call to each other in the night, and only the fire holds them at bay one the sun goes down.
The Sun. It wakes every morning, just like you do, and fills the world with light and warmth. It opens the flowers and draws the trees up out of the ground. And it makes the monsters go away so your women are save to wander and find what they can, and your men can hunt.
Only lately it has been getting
I woke up this morning from a really weird dream. The only part of it I remember is the end. I was walking through a graveyard. It was bright and sunny, mid-spring type weather. But all the monuments were huge. Giant slabs of granite with very large names, all crowded together. Not sticking up like buildings, not towering, mostly set into the ground, almost like paving stones. Most big enough to cover two bodies. It was the plants: the shrubs and the trees, that defined the maze. But it wasnt much of a maze. I reached an in-road, and on the other side was a pavilion, lots of people in chairs in a circle, with a speaker. I did