#zack oddity

[crazypatrolstudent]

Random video I made

It was funnier in my head... (눈‸눈)

[booty-uprooter]

usually when someone talks about being 'yea high' they hold their hand parallel to the floor to indicate how tall they were at the time, not whatever that is

[officecyborg]

The Zack foreshadowing in original FF7 is sooo deftly done. Like I figure players would’ve realized that Something is up with Cloud by this point, that he has some kind of memory issue, but the specifics I don’t think are obvious? You could easily read Cloud’s OOC dialogue/behaviour as a “he used to be so optimistic, but now he’s dark-sided!” situation (even though it still doesn’t quite ring true and the type of macho that Zack was is not the type of macho Cloud is affecting). Also:

The fact that there are two grunts and you can tell which one is who

The one grunt who hangs out by the water tower and sticks to Tifa

The subtle points that actually must have really been Cloud, some of which are shot so that you can’t see which character is being addressed

The oddity that Cloud would be staying at an inn and not with his mom (or did he…?)

[aranarumei]

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I'll take any info on the sasamiya ones but I must admit that since I'm subscribed to your profile getting notifications about final fantasy fics was a fun experience.

ask me to give “director’s commentary” on some part of a fic! or send a ⭐️ for me to talk about a bit of my choice?

ohhh…! that’s so many stars. and you’re subscribed to my ao3 profile….! how lovely! anon you’re wonderful. always nice to know I have a—if I dare be so bold—fan. now as that’s quite a lot of stars, so I… went overboard. consider it an expression of my affection for you, anon. going to put the rest of it under the cut:

about ff7: I’ve been playing ff7 veryyyy slowly for the past six months or so! it’s been exciting—I’ve managed to avoid a LOT of spoilers, and am still doing so, because I haven’t finished the game lol! but I had a reallly strong fic idea, centered around cloud & tifa, so I couldn’t resist. the dynamic between those two is so fascinating to me, because with the deaths of zack and aerith, I think they, as the ones “left behind,” have a really good opportunity to like… share in grief, and such. I wanted to write that fic in a way where any romance is kind of ambiguous, and secondary to the pure feeling of like, grief and love and living intertwined.

anyways. since you asked about sasamiya, I’m going to talk about various scattered sasamiya fics! I’ll gloss over the anomalous agate, because though I could talk about it for ages, I also wrote up a general commentary post. I’ll also skip over something there, since I just answered something in relation to that already. I’m really quite surprised (and flattered!) you said any of them, anon… there’s quite a few oddities in there.

I suppose I’ll start with a delinquent and a stargazer. that was a title I only ever came up with once porting a bunch of fics over ao3… and I was so embarrassed to find that backdated fics apparently show up as email notifications for subscribers. I’m sorry.

titling was so hard, but I’m pretty proud of this one, as in the fic it’s questionable who, between sasaki and hirano, the “delinquent” and the “stargazer” are. the section I wanted to talk about, though, is this:

Hirano keeps laughing for a while longer, eyes scrunched in small joy, and then he flops down, flat on his back. His knuckle grazes against Sasaki’s arm before he pulls it back. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.” “What?” “Just—” Hirano falls quiet. “I don’t know.”

so, when I was talking about something there, I briefly touched on the idea of sasaki being attentive when it comes to hirano, and that sense of Attention and Observation is something that’s really important to me in the sasahira dynamic. even when they’re not quite friends (first year), they’re deliberately conscious of each other in a way they’re not going to vocalize. so that’s what’s going on here, dialogue-wise—hirano makes a comment that’s indicative of him paying special attention towards sasaki, and specifically what makes him smile. in the description, sasaki’s remarkably attentive towards how hirano laughs, so he’s also cataloguing expressions of joy. they’re doing the same thing! also, sasaki focuses in on that graze of touch because it’s a very slight… crossing of boundary, here. like, you don’t usually casually touch people you’re not friends with. at the very least, sasaki is not going to do that (see: his issues with controlling his strength and stuff—I bet that spills over into being a bit over-conscious of touch)

next, let’s address this bit from help! my classmate’s asking for relationship advice, but I’m aromantic!?:

“Those are common descriptions, sure.” Hirano levels him with a flat look. “You sure lose all your worldly upperclassman charm when Miyano’s not around, huh?” Miyano was different. Miyano was the type of person to have stars in his eyes. Hirano was… also the type of person to have stars in his eyes, even if he went about it differently. It was, strangely enough, Hanzawa’s favorite thing about both of them. “It’s my secret,” Hanzawa says. Thankfully, Miyano hasn’t really asked him for advice of this kind yet.

my secret is that hanzawa’s “it’s my secret” is quoting. something that got stuck in my head. it's not famous or anything so I doubt anyone will recognize it. but it made me laugh, so I kept it in for the same reason I decided to use my wip title as the actual title… because it’s funny! also it killed the stress of having to title the thing.

I tend to headcanon hirano as some form of ace—it’s clear he responds to touch in a different way than kagiura, so it’s an angle i think is fun to explore—so having him connect with an aromantic hanzawa headcanon was neat, here. this bit shows hanzawa’s underlying pessimism regarding love & romance, as contrasted with hirano’s optimism, as he's looking to meet kagiura where he is. both asexuality & aromanticism, to me, have things to say about “unconventional love,” and this was an opportunity to explore that, in a way that tries to fit with canon. right now, hanzawa is feeling uncomfortable about the idea of dating, and romance—these feelings are going to have him blow up at his brother a little later. this conversation is also going to make him reformat his approach for miyano, later. on hirano’s end, he’s clearly trying to puzzle out his feelings, but both he & hanzawa are limited by conventional descriptors of what “love” has to look like. i think hanzawa envies hirano for his feelings, as much as he kind of disdains them—they’re not things that could every apply to him, after all. so that’s what motivates the fic, for me.

I know I write a lot of hanzashiro fic, so it might have been a surprise to see me write hanzawa as aromantic, but it’s like… man, no matter how I think of hanzashiro, it’s always in a way where hanzawa’s got some hang ups about the idea of romance in general. there’s a reason I’ve never written them actually dating—if that happens, it’s not going to be conventional, and I’m far more interested in exploring the tension of things being ambiguously romantic between the two. this is fun because i characterize hanzawa as romance avoidant as well as generally avoidant (see him self-describing himself as picking the path of inaction in this fic) and that interacts well with tashiro, who seems like a regular guy, but has never had a girlfriend, doesn’t seem to care about having one, and is sometimes curious about romance in a way that’s suggests he doesn’t quite “get” it. tashiro’s also got a surprisingly sharp intuition, while hanzawa is perceptive and knowing… hanzashiro, then, to me, is about the tension of seeing, of understanding.

speaking of hanzashiro. I’ve written quite a few fics centered around it, but I’ll settle with talking about the first thing I wrote, two-tone. how about… this long concluding passage:

“Some attention’s fine,” Hanzawa said carefully. “Fame is different. It’s like… being inspected, over and over. Like an object.”  The silence between them stretched a little too long. Hanzawa cleared his throat, planning to leave, but the sound that emerged from his throat wasn’t gentle but rough, long, and dry.  “Hey,” Tashiro said, before Hanzawa had the presence of mind to be embarrassed. “You look parched.” He held out his water bottle, fingers curled around the neck. It swung between them.   Hanzawa stared back at him. He’d been doing it a lot, nowadays, but right now he felt overwhelmed by it, just looking at everything and the hint of a smile on Tashiro’s face, the way the awkward, close feeling in his throat was loosening already, feeling like he was on the edge of many realizations that were all secretly the same one. There was a metaphor here, somewhere, to be pulled from the shape of Tashiro’s knuckles brushing up against his hand—something about hunger. A starving man who’s been drinking an ocean given his first sip of spring water. For now, Hanzawa was content to let that stray thought swirl along with the rest. Maybe years later he’d think about how to write it down. Tashiro grinned as Hanzawa accepted the bottle, took a long, slow gulp. “Feeling better?” he asked. Hanzawa stared up at his half-bleached hair and sunny smile. “Yeah,” he said, voice smooth. “Something like that.”

two-tone is a fairly obvious title—tashiro’s got two-tone hair, and hanzawa’s two-toned in that he’s multifaceted. originally this was meant to be a 2-chapter fic, w/ a tashiro pov sequel, and this… kinda but not fully exists in two-faced.

but—okay. let’s break down this scene. hanzawa is someone who’s really aware of what is “normal” and doesn’t really want to be “abnormal.” this is why he doesn’t want to be famous—he’s already wearing some kind of mask, and that level of constant inspection is going to turn him into someone who’s like… fully dissociated from himself. he’s going to think of himself like an object or a puppet to maneuver, rather than a person. so being inspected scares him, because he’s not good with honesty, and feels like what’s underneath isn’t like… evil, or bad, it’s embarrassing. hanzawa reveals some of his discomfort with this, and immediately wants to escape. but his throat is dry, so any smooth escape is broken up by this harsh, ugly sound—like the ugliness of himself is being shown, here.

next, tashiro offers water. there’s a couple reasons for this. the primary and obvious one is because hanzawa is parched. the second reason is that I was heavily inspired by what I’ll call @dirtbra1n’s river series, which uses the river as a really fascinating metaphor for a lot of hanzawa’s character. I think you can do a lot with the shifting nature of water—how it adapts to take the shape of its container, for example, and I wanted to pay some kind of homage to that, so that’s why we’re using water bottles. I then proceeded to lose my mind when i read that anthology bit where tashiro slides a drink over to hanzawa when he’s accepting the possibility of being captain.

okay, but back to the offering—tashiro’s fingers are curled around the neck. this evokes a sense of—albeit gentle—strangulation. so that pairs well with what hanzawa’s fearing at this moment—honesty, awkwardness, etc. he doesn’t want to be caught. but the bottle’s also swinging… a motion that puts it in limbo, and I imagine it’s got a sort of, hypnotic pendulum vibe. it’s alluring. hanzawa accepts.

accepting doesn’t bring any kind of awful thing. instead tashiro’s nice, easy, in the way that honesty is when you feel safe. hanzawa’s throat loosens even before he drinks any water, because tashiro’s presence is one that makes talking comfortable. hanzawa’s staring at him, and tashiro’s looking back—some attention’s fine. he’s on the edge of many realizations, things about how he’s allowing himself to be vulnerable and the like, but the reason for all that stems from a simple I like him.

then we get to talk about hunger. of course it comes when tashiro’s touching him, just barely. like sasaki and hirano, it’s a mild crossing of boundaries. a starving man drinking an ocean is not just having problems, he’s having “solutions” that are ill-fitted and actively damaging. starving tends to mean you need food, not water… and ocean water tends to make you dehydrated on account of the salt. then, a sip of spring water is a path towards a solution for thirst, but it’s not solving the starvation problem, yet. that’s why this is the barest of touches. it’s like spring—like the green tashiro wears, which, by the way, I said his favorite color was spring green before I knew he wore it a bunch—it’s like hope.

finally, tashiro asks hanzawa if he’s feeling better, and hanzawa responds truthfully. his voice is smooth—because of the water, and because tashiro makes it easier to be honest.

well, that was a lot! the last thing I thought I’d talk about is a dating sim au fic, because… it’s a pretty crazy concept and thus I thought I’d touch on it last. to give a quick summary, @dirtbra1n conceptualized an au where just shirahama & miyano exist in modern day japan, and then get isekai’d into the sasaki to miyano universe (only now it's a dating sim!), where miyano is the player character, and shirahama is Just Some Guy. a lot of the major sasaki to miyano characters have become romance routes, and that's going to bring around a lot of shenanigans where miyano runs from love and then runs towards it, and shirahama is losing his mind for a lot of reasons. the biggest of them being that shirahama’s got an unrequited crush on miyano, a thing that is semi-confirmed by volume 10 but was pretty left field at the time of this concept’s inception. what can i say. @dirtbra1n is some kinda genius. now, they have... a lot of very cool ideas that I'm not quite sure I can explain or conceptualize, but what’s interesting to me is the setup of shirahama as an npc in someone else's game.

I think this pairs interestingly with how unrequited love can kind of… make a person a side character. it’s usually there to introduce love rivals, to fuel plot, or to reach a requital. but I think there’s meaning and value in unrequited love that’s never reciprocated, too…? so there’s this bit in the stranger in the hall:

Ichinose turns his gaze to the floor. “Well,” he says, “since I’m graduating this year and I really doubt we’ll run into each other after that… like recognizes like, or whatever.” Nice, Shirahama thinks, the game never had any love interests that are third years when you’re a first year. Then he feels mortified. “And it’s a…” he trails off. “Um. Yeah,” Ichinose says, picking the dirt out of his fingernails. “It’s not really a—even if he wasn’t… it’s kind of a hopeless effort, you know? But I still…” A tightness abruptly seizes Shirahama’s throat. “Yeah,” he manages to get out. “I know.”

first off: meet ichinose ao. he’s a side character in hirano to kagiura that I’m obsessed with. if only I had the energy to post extensively about why I am. but we know he gets easily anxious to the point of stomach cramps, he’s a high-achieving student, and he’s got what looks to be a pretty hopeless crush on the dorm manager. I think this is fun—it’s pretty futile as far as mutual romance goes, but there’s valuable exploration in pining, in crushes, in learning the ways in which you love. he pairs pretty perfectly with shirahama.

I use the phrase like recognizes like because it’s a common one to signal two people’s similarities, but also because it’s literally liking—their unrequited crushes—that makes them similar. you see them mirror each other with how they talk about ichinose as a third year—he’s like, well I’m outta here so I can be a bit honest, and shirahama also relaxes because he’s going to be out of here and is therefore irrelevant to the miyano romance routes. and in this case, ichinose’s irrelevance means that he’s someone shirahama can talk to without fear.

and through their vague dialogue, this moment of connection allows shirahama, for the first time, to really vocalize the enormity of his secret love. and it allows me to try to express how even love, unrequited, has its own special place. that as it remains hopeless it remains valuable.

…and if you, reader, got through all of this, you have my kudos!

[nebuvoid]

KH1 makes you think that Cloud is looking for Aerith, strengthened by this in the credits. Look he found what he was looking for!

Except. Aerith says this.

This might be obvious to others, but I didn't exactly think much about it back in the day. Too busy feeling sad about Riku being mean.

There's also the fact that there's clear communication and travel between Olympus Coliseum and Traverse Town. You can fight Leon and Yuffie in OC and the TT moogles speak of your progress in the matches.

Cloud is either looking for Tifa or for Zack. Nomura will likely never dig deeper into this as he seems to have lost interest in developing the KH FF cast further (apart from the Versus/VR deal).

Considering Tifa appears looking for Cloud in KH2 and it's a clear parallel between Sora and Riku it seems likely that Cloud was looking for Tifa.

Kingdom Hearts II Ultimania, pg. 718; Interviewer: "This was the first appearance of Tifa from Final Fantasy VII." / Kazushige Nojima: "Tifa wasn't planned to appear at first. I was talking with Tetsu about what Cloud could be doing in Hollow Bastion, and we eventually moved towards him chasing after Sephiroth, but also being chased by something himself. So Cloud's really running from something, but goes around pretending, saying that he's chasing Sephiroth. Then we decided to make it him running from the 'something warm' like what Tifa was after in Advent Children."

The oddity about Zack in BBS is that unlike all other FF cameos he appears in a Disney world and seems native to it. So as much as I would've liked him looking for Zack, I don't think they even know each other in KH. (Nothing you can't headcanon still of course.)

Cloud was likely looking for Tifa in KH1 but by the time KH2 comes around he's grown ashamed of his darkness and hides from her instead.

[hisreunion]

@wingsdreamt (x)

“Sooo, y’like it?” 

Sure, he can see the cautious smile stretching over Cloud’s lips and that should be answer enough to anyone with enough common sense to spread around, but a little verbal confirmation never hurt anybody. 

“Yeah? Yeeeah?” Zack prompts again, eagerly waiting for Cloud’s response. Flowers aren’t exactly an everyday find in the city of Midgar, after all. Wet market kabobs and other rare oddities smuggled in from faraway lands for the pleasure of Midgar’s denizens are an easier mark, but they don't exactly make for the best gift material.

Zack rocks back on his heels, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. “I was worried, y’know, guys aren't usually into flowers 'n all…”

Cloud proceeded to carefully tuck the flower into the breast pocket of his jacket before lifting his eyes to Zack's. "I like it," he chuckled, his tone warm and smile genuine. It was a brilliant splash of color on a canvas of navy and grey. The guy was goofy but he was also sweet and thoughtful—Cloud appreciated that. "... Where'd you get it...?" His head tilted curiously. He couldn't recall ever seeing any flowers growing in Midgar. The only thing close were the planted aquariums and small trees within ShinRa HQ.

[augment-techs]

I already have this one in the works but I’m curious to know what you’d do with this SO

"hi, you might not know me but my name is Eugene Skullovitch, and I have recently come to the realization that you can not kill me. Many have tried, and at times have bled me well. But here i am…limping yet still standing. Angel Grove’s rock and roll cockroach. So what do I say? Come at me bro.”

+Skull/Billy

How very strange it was for poor Billy to find himself in this situation--surely the Emissaries could come up with something better than locating all of the most fucked up versions of the Rangers throughout the infinite dimensions and putting them on their own newly made little world. Part Twilight Zone, part that weird amalgamation of every "children's" book that Neil Gaiman and R.L. Stine had ever written; and the Blue Emissary asking Billy to have a conversation with one of the only members of the new planet that...didn't quite feel right for the place of exile/containment. This, normally, would have been a fascinating thing to be allowed to do: witness darker versions of himself and his friends brought to a place that was technically a prison, but could almost be considered paradise in that they claimed their territories, set up agreements and accords, did what they wanted; just without the threat of hurting anyone but themselves. Drakkon was finally in a place where he was probably having the time of his life, constantly brawling it out with a Jason Scott that was simultaneously a raving lunatic and an industrious tactician; a Kimberly that looked the Ranger Slayer seem like a sad wet kitten popping in to comment on their fights like a caricature of a 1950s cinematic femme fatale. The evil versions of Bulk, Zack, and Trini spent most of their time, from what Billy could gather, flirting as hard as they could with each other, while also ruining each other's plans for building new towers of infamy or palaces of lunacy; a wet dream that Alexander Dumas would slobber over, to be sure. Now he was faced with what the Emissary had mentioned as the oddity to the pack of horrible assholes: a Skull that was maybe late thirties or early forties in appearance, tall as a tree, dressed like a more sunset/sunrise leaning Goblin King, smoking a thin black cigarette and, apparently, preventing the Billy Cranston that was a scary motherfucker with extremely sharp teeth from choking out the little one that had come to look in on them. '....Why does he have to be hot?'

[myristicisms]

@unbridledfist | Tifa Lockhart says;;

" It's totally natural you feel this way. "

Living in constant guilt was getting old, Zack had decided. Not that he could control his emotions well enough to get that constant and ever present feeling of dread and self hatred to fade into something manageable but he could sure as hell pretend he had the ability; Not like it was hard to do anyways since nobody outside of his personal relationships knew the raven haired man well enough, assumptions always served as both a blessing and a curse in a way and it's something that for once, Zack was grateful for.

Except no, he wasn't.

There lingered a sadness within glowing turquoise eyes that the former SOLDIER had long grown used to, so much so that he hardly recognized his own smile anymore and he knew damned well people from his past, should he bump into them ( which while unlikely was still possible ) would notice damn near immediately, especially given the fact that his face had changed over the years too; The large scar upon his jaw was faded of course but so too were the numerous small scars littering the rest of his face and those told a mysterious story, once semi sharp canines that often had him compared to a puppy had grown into something more akin to the fangs of a wolf and how he wished he could rip apart those who brought that particular change with the very maws they had gifted him.

These were all things that weighed heavy on Zack's mind, like lead seeping into his heart through the blood pumping within his veins and while he refused to fully indulge the details in a familiar face from his past, ( ironic it's the very girl you couldn't save, Fair. ) he still divulged his feelings, his thoughts, passed off the oddities with his scars and teeth and the way he seemingly sprouted another four inches over the years as just being far too adapted to the mako pumping through his body. Seeing Tifa again had awoken some strange feelings within the raven haired man, relief that she had survived, anguish that he had failed her just as he failed everyone else in his life but especially her when he couldn't defeat Sephiroth on his own to right the demon of Wutai's wrongs, and numbness. Numbness that he'd been falling bitterly into for the worst half of a year and when she tells him " It's totally natural you feel this way. ", he can't help but to laugh softly, bitterly.

“ I don't think it is. I haven't earned the right to grieve what happened. ” He finally manages, tawny fingers gently tousling through raven spikes in thought before he sighs heavily. “ I don't even deserve to be sat here speaking to you as though we're long time friends after what happened in Nibelheim. I should've done more, should've seen what was coming and yet I was so... Blinded by what was in the reactor instead of worrying about what he might've been up to. ”

Then he's silent for a moment, eyes staring at Tifa intently with a soft, sorrowful smile sat atop his lips. “ Enough about me and what I've been up to, ” Not like he shared any of what actually happened, just expressed how he'd been mentally and said he was doing mercenary work, “ what have you been up to for the last... Five years? Give or take? ”

[sillyfeebo]

Oddmongus, an Oddity fanfic by me

It's a Saturday afternoon at Mcdonalds. Leo, Meryl, Travis, Zack and Floyd decide to play Among Us.

Meryl sets up a lobby. It takes 30 minutes for everyone to connect because the Mcdonalds wifi is shitty.

Simon is currently in the washroom tampering with the router (its old as fuck)

after an hour, a lobby finally starts.

Leo throws his fries at Floyd because he took red. Floyd switches to yellow to avoid being stabbed by a plastic butter knife.

With everyone satisfied, the game starts. Simon finds a tape hidden within the router. It's a map to where all the missing parts of that Travis jpeg are.

Once the game is done, Simon bursts out of the washroom. He's in his Captain Underpants underwear.

"GUYS I FOUND A MAP!" He says, holding the beat-up wifi router in his hands. "To where?" Meryl asks.

"The New World!" Simon replies enthusiastically.

"The New WHAT?" Leo asks.

"Yep, my dear friend! We're going to set sail to find the Travis Piece!"

Everyone heads out of the Mcdonalds to find the missing parts of the Travis Jpeg.

Floyd calls Zack on Whatsapp:

"GET YOUR BROTHER AND GET YER ASSES TO MY HOUSE NOW!!!!"

Travis and Zack head to his house. Meryl and Leo are there.

"Where's Floyd?" Travis asks.

"He's packing his school supplies, he says they'll 'help' on the way." Leo says.

Floyd come out of the closet. "All ready!" He says. "Now we wait for Simon!"

Simon is tied up in Floyd's basement. Floyd wants the completed Travis jpeg all to himself. Simon is forced to listen to Stay by Oingo Boingo while a plush of Zero from Mega Man stares at him.

"I guess he's not coming!" Floyd says.

"Doesn't he have the map?" Meryl asks.

"He 'gave' it to me, now lets go without him, he told me he doesn't feel well after sitting on a mcdonalds toliet for too long."

The group heads off to scour the country for the missing Jpeg pieces. Simon is still in the basement, listening to Oingo Boingo.

At the Desert of ODD!!, they find a green amogus holding a travis jpeg part.

"Give that back!" Travis says.

"Nuh uh!" The amogus relplies.

Meryl grabs the amogus and SMASHES it to SMITHEREENS

"EEYIKES! the ODD piece that will help us TRAV-erse this desert IS not AMONG US! WHATSAPP with this place!"

"The next piece is in the tower of pizza, which is guarded by my cousin the white amogus!"

The team arrive at the tower. Pibby steals the amogus's piece. They chase after her.

Zack throws the amogus corpse at her and she drops the piece.

"You dirty BRATS!" Pibby says. "ok?" they all say in sync.

"The next piece is at zumbo sauce's garden!" Pibby says.

"ok" Travis replies.

At the garden, they defeat Zumbo Sauce in a Yugioh battle and he got sent to the shadow realm.

With all 7 Travis Jpeg parts, Travis turns into WHATSAPP TRAVIS AND DEFEATS GOD IN A FUCKING BRAWL AMSHCJVVCJCJ

But Floyd takes a piece away and EATS IT

"man wtf?" Leo says

"I WAS HUNGRY WTF WAS I GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" Floyd replies.

Travis plumets to the ground, and lands on Mt. Ebott and finds Simon doing fortnite dances.

"Floyd can't be trusted, Travis." Simon says. "He wants all the power for himself. He has a god complex or somethin."

They get out of the cave and face Floyd who is enhanced because of the jpeg he ate.

"Dumbass you can't hurt me!!" He says.

Travis and Simon do a dbz fusion dance and merge. They fly up to Floyd who is keeping Meryl, Zack and Leo hostage.

"Let them go!" Travimon says. "Nuh uh you cant make me youre not mo mom!" Floyd says.

"Then I'm telling on you!" Travimon says.

"Wait, anything but that!" Floyd says.

Floyd explodes

The End! :3

[fukounaboy]

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here you go :3

HOLY NAMES.

I thought there'd be like. 20 or something WOAGH.

ALSO I SEE ONE OF MY OLD NAMES ON THERE WHAGH.

Also also some of these names are so silly i love them all sm. I'm gonna look through all them soon... :3

[crazypatrolstudent]

Oddity posting!!!

[tri-poke]

(Way to go, baby !! Champion Win!! :* That's so good, I have to give you extra Trikes XD! )

And it's like they all click, the planets align, and, despite the pure silliness, cowardice, weirdness, and first-scale-ness of the group, it is as perfect a drive as Zacks ever been in.

They sneak creep around, low to the ground, away from the wind and when the yips and roars start, even Stammers plays his part, rushing forward with the rest and the moment the Triceratops head in the right direction, he looses the Rexes to their instincts, so all Zack, Gale, and Revolver have to do is bound the sides to keep the Trikes on course, Stammers holds the rear for the whole 60 head.

Better than 60.

As the herd turns back toward the Suver Ranch, nearly a half dozen triceratops young are revealed as their parents scatter at full speed, racing as best as their little legs can carry them to keep up.

Which is all the leverage Zack needs, by keeping just those five in bounds, he's able to control the Wall Side flank, as the babys' herd sticks to them to protect them even as they urge them forward and faster with hearty lowes. And the new herd forms a good stampeding lead against the actual Suver herd they came out to find.

The only thing Zack finds to concern him is once everything is good and flowing the right way, is that he is able to get a darn good look at them. And he can see on the bottom of two of the new adult's rumps, that they are carrying Brands.

Plural.

At least some of these Feral Triceratops have changed hands more than once. And none of them have the Lazy Running "S" with a hanging "M"that Zack can see on the Suver Ranch dinos.

And at least one of the brand marks is the most unusual mark that Zack has ever seen on a dino. It's a drawinf of the new Iron Rexes, Zack has seen them in the newspaper, but it ain't black like every proper brand he's ever seen before. Or proper Newsprint for that matter. The brand is a scar-pale white, like someone leeched the green out of the scales. It's so odd, that Zack might not have noticed it if it weren't right below a normal Tumbling J K Combined and above a normal half diamond over H. Showing that the weird mark was at least clearly believed to be part of the sale history.

Unfortunately, up ahead, he already sees the looming fingers of the labyrinth into the foothills of the Western Wall, meaning he doesn't have much time at all to think about this oddity before he is going to have to peel some Trikes off IF he still plans to deliver them to the matriarch of the spiders.

[fairlybeloved]

Whoa weird. 

He stared, unable to look away from the little paper piece, intricately folded to look like a bird thing. Took talent his clumsy fingers would never be able to achieve [aside from the patience that might be required to perfectly fold and crease the thing]. Then again, it wasn't an ordinary work of art. It operated like the real thing. At least, if the real thing had sharp angles and curves. 

If it were closer, he would have reached out and touched it. How could he resist? The mind was nearly always seeking new experiences to fulfill an instinctual need, it required understanding when the situation was beyond the scope of the reasonable. Zack was nothing if not curious and he didn't have enough restraint not to explore those unusual facets of the world that remained unknown to him. 

"Are you doing that?" It was easy to see how the lights flickering, how the oddities he confronted while in the inn was a result of the raging storm outside, but was the bird responsible? And in turn, Jezzy? That was no materia that he'd ever seen before . It was an 'other,' a brand new category of strange.

"Not pointless!" He tore his gaze away from the creature long enough to shout. "Whatever he did to you, it was wrong! Really, you are totally over estimating our worth."

Whatever the reasoning, no one had the right to warp someone's life so drastically. For any reason. For the betterment of mankind or otherwise. There was no reason good enough to make the concept of sacrifice and mutilation worth the cost of progress. Who the hell knew how ShinRa worked to spin it, but he was certain they had some twisted justification somewhere in their files.

True he offered himself to the Solider cause but there was a fucking line to be crossed. 

His brow furrowed, those unusual eyes never straying from her methodically graceful approach, a thousand questions behind that gaze. Miraculously none expressed outright (probably to her great relief). That bubble had yet to be pierced, yet it would... in time. 

"It's fine." He didn't sound terribly bothered by the idea of being forever hunted. Nor resigned or any number of things he should have felt. Just determined. 

"I'm Soldier. I'll never stop fighting back." Wasn't that what they feared most? However expected it was. Soldiers were no joke.

"What's freedom? There's always something out there to chain us to the moment. Whether it be a company and what's expected of us or our own goals, isn't it all the same?" Something to draw them back to a particular moment or place or time. Was that freedom? Or was it the ability to choose that made it so?

"I just want to go home. Really that simple." To go home.... beyond what he was able to fathom...

"You know, you move like the life-stream." It was the way she moved, yes, but also how the environment reacted to her, if that made sense. Probably should have kept the thought to himself, but Zack was never good at withholding his thoughts and feelings.

"Look, I'll leave. But...." He clapped his hands together, looking every bit the wounded puppy in his wet towel. "Can I have an hour to sleep? Just one hour?"

It never got that far. She was lucky. Because she had never actually felt the puncture of chemicals, or concoctions of blasphemy injected into her veins. She was a specimen. A product that needed to be analyzed while Hojo considered whatever twisted motives he might use her for.

She's sure she'd be dead and in jars right now if -- "Maybe." Jezebel remarked passively, "I suppose SOLDIERs aren't apt to be locked in glass cages, and poked and prodded relentlessly like a child pulling the wings off a bug and dropping it into an ant hill." All for some morbid fascination to satiate a quizzical mind. Aspirations that conflicted sharply with morality. "Just the product of scientific research."

The world beyond the window had become dark. It felt like the sun set a lot faster tonight. How long had they been talking? It couldn't have been that long. A flicker of the lights, and all the power would suddenly go out. Yet she remained there. Stoic. Like a statue shadowed over by the faintest glimmer of distant lighting. Too far now to even hear it, but still visible if just.

"Rather pointless to be angry at the fool." The slightest tilt of her head would reveal a new shadow. Smaller; the size of her palm. And it was perched on her shoulder, staring back towards Zack. An origami crane that, if he stared at it long enough, would likely catch its little head move. "A waste of energy and time."

"Clearly." She directed the remark towards Zack with a glance over her shoulder, "We'd not gone to all that trouble because you're mates with that lot." A beat. Turning to face him directly as the paper creature took off from her shoulder to perch somewhere up high in the room. Its head cocked to the side slightly expressing quiet intrigue. Not a word nor sound from it. As if it were simply a decoration in the dark.

There was something about him that had been nagging at the back of her thoughts. Something in the fact that he was... nothing... like she expected any SOLDIER to be. It was impossible not to recognize there was good in him. In truth he was probably a sharp contrast to who Jezebel was. She, the killer who lived without honor or loyalty. And he -- Well. Based on what she's observed of him, he seemed --

She was closing the distance. Hips swaying and arms brushing forward to back with each step forward like an animal stalking the tall grass. Head level, and eyes fixed upon him.

"You must realize they will never stop looking for you." The last of her steps would fall; long braid dancing behind her like a serpent, stilled only as her arms would fold across her chest. Leaving a gap of a couple of feet to separate him from where she had stopped. "What are you willing to do to achieve true freedom?" His question about why she was here was heard, but she's not feeling compelled to respond to it at the moment. A question with another question wholly unrelated. Prodding gently to see where this may venture.

[myristicisms]

Small villages and close knit communities were... Vastly different compared to Midgar, to ShinRa as a whole; For years Zack never quite understood the ways of city folks, the idea of not looking out for one another even in mundane day to day life was an oddity that often left the starry eyed teen confused if not outright sad simply because Gongaga had been a village full of people watching out for one another regardless of inconvenience. Everyone knew everything about the rest of the community and did their damnedest to do what benefited the village rather than the individual themselves and Zack had grown up being taught to value kindness and respect over everything.

His mother had long since drilled into the young Fair that his dignity tied into his kindness, that a man with any semblance of honor and worth would do his best to assist those in need simply because it was the right thing to do and not because it provided some sort of benefit, that sort of kindness was a rarity in Midgar and that too was something that left a bitter pit deep within the raven haired man's heart, left it weeping for those that seldom got to experience a kindness without any strings attached simply because that was one of the beauties Gongaga offered. It takes a village to raise a child, after all, and Midgar certainly was no village.

That's why it comes as no shock when Sephiroth approaches him, concern evident between fine silver brows despite the ever present calm expression upon the older man's face and Zack has to bite his cheek to keep a straight face. That wasn't the first time he'd heard something similar and were Fair a betting man, he'd bet his life savings on it not being the last, still though it's nice to know that his efforts to provide some sort of warmth within his area hadn't gone unnoticed. “ If it's not my kindness then it'd be something else, don't'cha think? ” Aqua eyes close momentarily while leather clad fingers run through sable spikes in thought, trying to formulate something less defensive.

“ I know it's dangerous to be so soft hearted in our line of work but... Well, you can take the kid outta the village but you're not taking the village out of the kid, y'know? ” And it felt wrong to try and suppress that part of himself, there wasn't a mean bone in his body and Zack knew damned well that his choice of career certainly clashed with that golden heart that he never quite learned to fully harden despite all the grief he's come to experience. “ And honestly if it does end up getting me killed then I think I'd be fine with that, not that I'm trying to get myself killed but I'd rather die as someone that people who knew me would be proud of; That's getting a bit into downer territory though and I'm not sure you wanna hear me talk about dignity and kindness and all that, I know I hated hearing it from my parents as a kid. ”

@saishuu-heiki | Sephiroth

→ ❛ i fear one day your kindness will get you killed. great strength and tremendous weakness weaved in one, zack. ❜

[crazypatrolstudent]

Oddity comic I was working on for 2 weeks.

⚠️!!!Trigger warning for slight gore!!!⚠️

I hope you'll like it.

[tredispade]

Cloud was quiet a moment as he imagined what this adventure would be like with Zack there. It was actually be an adventure. Not this... somber traveling. Where every turn seemed to make each day more and more bleak. If there was one thing he remembered about Zack, it was his ability to always be optimisitc.

"I don't doubt that he'd be a great ally to defeat Sephiroth." He'd say a bit awkwardly, trying his best to sound praising, fearing he might have said something offensive. Again.

He rubbed a gloved hand through his hair, a clear sign that he was nervous. Then he'd shake his head with a small sigh.

"Sorry, I just... I thought some silly stories might cheer you up." He'd offer her the barest of a smile before continuing. "But even just meeting him was an oddity in its own. We really didn't need so many Firsts, but, its hard to tell Zack no when he's excited about something, you know?"

He shifted to rest his forearms on his thighs, gaze fixing down at his hands. He'd zone out for a moment, an odd buzzing noise in his head. Untill he started speaking again like nothing odd was going on.

"I was familiar with the area, and Sephiroth on his own is like a one-man army. But orders were to have back up--- so it was me and Zack. However, on our way to meeting up for the trip, things went a little... array."

The small smile he had before grew a little, shining with fondness. Along with sadness over a friend lost.

"Something knocked our helicopter out of the air and we landed on the snowy mountainside. We used our combined 'backwater expertise' to help guide the others through the mountain to safety. He's.... he's a good leader when he wants to be."

Aerith herself is not even sure of what she wants right now. She misses Zack. Every time she thinks she's doing fine, he comes back to haunt her. Every single time. She wonders if it will stop someday. She wishes she could know what truly happened to him. She knows only too well he was on his way back to Midgar when he was killed. She could feel him that day. But it still didn't give her the answers she wanted. Where was he during these four years ? Why did he disappear like this ? She knows Shinra probably had something to do with it. But she'll never know what truly happened. Even Tseng didn't seem to know, which is rare. The Turks usually know everything.

She raises an eyebrow. "But he was brave and genuinely wanted to make this world a better place. I'm pretty sure finding Sephiroth and dealing with him would have been easier with Zack around." Her voice isn't cold or harsh; she just sounds sad. Aerith herself is quite easily distracted. Does Cloud mean she makes things more complicated ? She doesn't want to feel like a burden. Or maybe she's just overthinking because she's sad.

She decides to sit next to Cloud, but not too close to him either... until he mentions the way he met Zack. Her eyes shine with curiosity, and she even manages to let a soft smile cross her lips. She moves slightly closer to him, their arms touching just a bit. "A lot of snow and a crashed helicopter, mmh ? It sounds special. Yeah, please, tell me!"