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la_belle_laideTHE MANGLER IS GONE!
ETA: The best of the Manger: a tribute. As always, the italicized comments are my own. These cuts are long.
Raptor Crest, mangled.
She straightened her back, and mustered all of them. Still, she
didn't know what to say. If it was that he easily carried a sword that
was somehow almost exciting. Almost. It would have been, if she'd been
at all interested in being excited. As it was, meeting someone of
power was pleasing. The fact that he wasn't. And that was somehow
almost exciting. Almost. It would have been, if she'd been at all
interested in being excited.
(Riiiight... riiiiight.)
If she toyed with him any longer, he would be bad.
Very bad. Very VERY bad. Like, spanking sort of bad.
Still, we have to stay on his face.
I agree.
He looked at her blankly for a few weeks.
Heroin.
Sahrek pushed Irissa aside. "Go to the man. "
And don't let him get ya down.
The five robbers went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in last.
Make up your mind!
It was near dawn, and Sahrek embraced her and kissed him full on the roof and lay flat on his belt, somewhere... but his belt was around his arm, he saw it twist, but at that point, thankfully, didn't feel much of the Kebs.
It's like an orgy with drugs.
Suddenly, he was dead, for having played with his sword drawn.
That's precisely why your momma told you never to play with swords.
When she reached him and Sahrek embraced her and kissed her, it was still on his belt, and forced himself to loosen his grip and relax.
O_O
It was hard to do it with him watching her.
I'll bet!
He leaned back against the wall, allowing her to meet someone else, otherwise he wouldn't have come.
o_O It's an "open relationship."
They had to eat him to hurry on.
Cannibalism. It's the expedient way to eat on the go.
He smiled at her so pleasantly that she liked it and wished that they could do it with him watching her.
Awww! That's... not really sweet at all. Never mind.
The idiot lying on her feet, "are you using me?" "Of course I do," she said conversationally, "you like the walls?"
Drunk much?
She crawled up the hood of his mother a lot lately.
It's turning into a really bad habit.
Perhaps he could fit that into the woods.
Perhaps. Hey, try it everywhere.
He would make knights and lawkeepers of the burning bodies inside the warehouse.
They're probably not going to do much, though.
Gaspare had to go, but he had pain there.
He should totally see a doctor about that.
Or perhaps arbitrary was a boulder.
Because reality is subjective.
It didn't matter that Akron was terrified of Tristan, or that Tristan was now
tawny brown, sunbleached, probably, and hung.
O_O
It felt like the same hair he'd had since adulthood: thick, wavy and a bit
concerned.
I love hair that *cares,* man.
Angry at Sahrek, angry at Jin, because wherever he was, he was
doing. "No!" he said to him.
"You stop doing RIGHT NOW! Don't make me come back there!"
Majat, On The Rift, mangled:
At first it looked like it could have said back to him would have started one. He runs to her to go searching for answers. In the way of food.
I tend to search for answers in the way of food, too.
Everywhere! On every street. In every house. He is slight, almost ghostly. There is a bastard.
Oh yes, there is a bastard.
Silver and gold'll get the chance to, as yet another figure emerges from the opening, reminiscent of plums.
It's the SUGARPLUM FAIRY!
When they came, they came for weeks.
*Cough*
Three lumps of what is obviously a deadly battle.
"How many lumps of a deadly battle do ya want?" "Oh, three or four!"
Leander smiled back, and then anger. With a snarl, she pushes the princess he needs to depose.
Dang, split personality much?
And only a bit away from him and gestures for Onakoa to come bursting out. Whores! How outstandingly marvelous!
TADA! Whores!
The dead howled through the crowd towards a small, blond woman approaching his table.
DAHH!
He was leaning against the sun. It makes bright spots on his head.
A very mild sun.
She giggled. "Silver and gold'll get the job done, sir." With relief, he fished out some pieces of gold. Now came the question of how tired he was until she'd mentioned it.
Whores! How outstandingly marvelous!
It had only just occurred to him that being seen kissing the town seemed decidedly un-modern was unusual, but not unfamiliar to him. Leander smiled darkly at the candle man.
"And if you mention that you saw me kissing of the whole town to anyone, Candle Man, there's going to be trouble."
I do remember," he says. Then he would buy some more food and be on his bed.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
The universe was so much bigger than what he thought better of it. "And yet you somehow ended up in the wood stove.
That's what you get for going into the candy house, Leander!
Whore, I have to add delusions to the Temple.
Did The Mangler just call me a whore?
I think your memory is the way before they were in Napelo, you had a tea that will make them laugh everytime they hear it. "That's not mine," Krislar said.
Keep denying it, Krislar. That "tea" is illegal in most states, you know.
"Pleased to meet you," Leander whispered back. He'd known, but he had said wedged in his own pants.
Ouch! And on the west coast, that would be known as a Melvin.
Raknar's soldiers obviously have something to planned for him, a spirit pony, and that's all right.
Aww, how sweet! He's always wanted a spirit pony.
Final Fantasy VII fic, mangled:
"Age is just numbers," Nanaki said. "Remember, I'm just a fraction. "
Aww! He's tiny!
He held Cloud's gaze for a long goddamn day.
"Stop staring at me!"
"A huge bastard of a bitch. All or nothing,"
O_O
How ludicrous was it that Sephiroth was probably the stray cat that sometimes came scratching at his words.
Pretty ludicrous.
"Welcome back, man," and hugged Reno, clapping him on the nightstick, and yeah, oh yeah, that hurt like hell.
I'll bet.
Tseng was still hot for him to do.
I agree with this assessment.
Reeve's eyes really began to undo the buttons of his friends over, while Reeve tried to stop them doing it,
Talk about undressing someone with your eyes.
He toyed with the idea of an obsession for Reeve over those weeks, as he continued talking.
I did, too.
"Cloud Strife must not be allowed to get colder. *
Otherwise he might go into hibernation.
Elena was still as black as ever, she noted, when even Reno had a feeling Hojo was dead.
I don't remember that from the game.
Jenova wasn't your mother; Lucrecia was. Jenova was a heavy black cloak.
Odd; I don't remember that part, either.
Sephiroth was once again atop that stupid Mog, holding a little bit of his insanity (and apparent notoriety) as it was becoming increasingly obvious that Reno was leaning over him.
Visual! I got a visual!
Sephiroth eased his grip on her body,
Oooh!
Reeve frowned and rolled out of her thighs.
OOOH!!
Cloud took his time taking his shirt off.
[To the music of "The Stripper"] Slower, Cloud...slower...slower...
Reeve gripped the steering wheel harder and chewed the insides of her thighs.
Time and a place for everything, Reeve. It's called "decorum."
Cloud, for a good time to call Vincent Valentine.
It's written on all the bathroom walls.
This young man had just remembered Reno, and at Elena, in an obvious, well-practised head count of his head,
A head count of his head. "One...uhh..."
He stared at him as he felt. Elena shifted her weight to turn to Reeve, and the bedsprings creaked. She didn't want him to come here.
Elena/Reeve...I'm not writing porn! Honest!
Tseng rolled over, taking Reno with him (or in him,)
THE HELL?! Why does the Mangler insist on slashing everyone?
Elena raised her knee and caught Tseng right under the blankets. She glanced at Rude, still sleeping fitfully under the sternum, but it would take too long to tell.
Elena/Tseng/Rude. There are just too many people in this bed.
"Yes, sir," Rude answered, and followed Tseng down the hall to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his palms and pulled himself to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his heel to pace the other bed. His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Her.
Tseng/Rude/Tifa
Cloud shrugged and carelessly flipped his long bangs out of her thighs.
Why, Cloud! fancy seeing you down there!
Sephiroth looked away from Elena. When that failed, he grabbed Tseng by the arm and tried to speak, found his throat and squeezed. She didn't see Tseng open his eyes.
Sephiroth/Elena/Tseng. Only this seems to be quite violent.
"Cloud," Tifa began as she gasped for breath, frantically waved for Reeve to the bed, and he knew it was time.
Tifa/Cloud/Reeve. Thouh it seems that Reeve is just observing for now.
It made the parched, red dirt all around him look like shit.
Eww!
Your psycho ass will be a little shocked at his easy confidence.
It's going to be *really shocking* to your psycho ass.
Sephiroth looked away from her chest and tried not to be hurrying, he knocked on the other one stood up, swayed, and fell onto the floor.
Sephiroth, after hours.
Tifa shifted uncomfortably on the sofa next to Sephiroth.
"Don't stab me again, please."
Cloud looked at Cloud levelly.
Why am I not surprised?
Cid's mouth fell open, and, if Tifa had to act quickly to do the job. Her eyes were telling her the same time that Reisei said, "Cloud and Vincent together?" Cid asked. "Um..." Reeve shook himself free of his face. "Scarlet?" he whispered into the mirror, but Cloud had managed it again. When Scarlet let go of the other. That action was probably using up most of his tongue
Come on in, the orgy's fine! Yes, folks, Cloud has managed it *again.*
"I'm in your fragile brain, bridge it, and give you pleasure? How would you do it? Think about it before you answer." Cloud reached the cliff and leapt off, wondering what it takes to fight her again. "I'm fine," he said.
"But I won't be when I land."
I could come back when Reno suddenly turned on his head.
Breakin' 2! Electric Boogaloo!
It wasn't just the claw that was inside of his pants.
O_o;;
"Use it on her wrinkled face. "Go on," Sephiroth said to Tifa. "I like the enhanced look?"
Mako: Use it on her wrinkled face! Watch the years melt away!
Cloud Strife had gone from raving lunatic to astute businessman in a few minutes.
(Strife's Delivery Service is doing great business....)
Strife had gone mad and was going to eat dirt.
(This wouldn't surprise me in the least.)
It's the end of an era. I shed a tear.
ETA: The best of the Manger: a tribute. As always, the italicized comments are my own. These cuts are long.
Raptor Crest, mangled.
She straightened her back, and mustered all of them. Still, she
didn't know what to say. If it was that he easily carried a sword that
was somehow almost exciting. Almost. It would have been, if she'd been
at all interested in being excited. As it was, meeting someone of
power was pleasing. The fact that he wasn't. And that was somehow
almost exciting. Almost. It would have been, if she'd been at all
interested in being excited.
(Riiiight... riiiiight.)
If she toyed with him any longer, he would be bad.
Very bad. Very VERY bad. Like, spanking sort of bad.
Still, we have to stay on his face.
I agree.
He looked at her blankly for a few weeks.
Heroin.
Sahrek pushed Irissa aside. "Go to the man. "
And don't let him get ya down.
The five robbers went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in first, followed by Irissa. Sahrek went in last.
Make up your mind!
It was near dawn, and Sahrek embraced her and kissed him full on the roof and lay flat on his belt, somewhere... but his belt was around his arm, he saw it twist, but at that point, thankfully, didn't feel much of the Kebs.
It's like an orgy with drugs.
Suddenly, he was dead, for having played with his sword drawn.
That's precisely why your momma told you never to play with swords.
When she reached him and Sahrek embraced her and kissed her, it was still on his belt, and forced himself to loosen his grip and relax.
O_O
It was hard to do it with him watching her.
I'll bet!
He leaned back against the wall, allowing her to meet someone else, otherwise he wouldn't have come.
o_O It's an "open relationship."
They had to eat him to hurry on.
Cannibalism. It's the expedient way to eat on the go.
He smiled at her so pleasantly that she liked it and wished that they could do it with him watching her.
Awww! That's... not really sweet at all. Never mind.
The idiot lying on her feet, "are you using me?" "Of course I do," she said conversationally, "you like the walls?"
Drunk much?
She crawled up the hood of his mother a lot lately.
It's turning into a really bad habit.
Perhaps he could fit that into the woods.
Perhaps. Hey, try it everywhere.
He would make knights and lawkeepers of the burning bodies inside the warehouse.
They're probably not going to do much, though.
Gaspare had to go, but he had pain there.
He should totally see a doctor about that.
Or perhaps arbitrary was a boulder.
Because reality is subjective.
It didn't matter that Akron was terrified of Tristan, or that Tristan was now
tawny brown, sunbleached, probably, and hung.
O_O
It felt like the same hair he'd had since adulthood: thick, wavy and a bit
concerned.
I love hair that *cares,* man.
Angry at Sahrek, angry at Jin, because wherever he was, he was
doing. "No!" he said to him.
"You stop doing RIGHT NOW! Don't make me come back there!"
Majat, On The Rift, mangled:
At first it looked like it could have said back to him would have started one. He runs to her to go searching for answers. In the way of food.
I tend to search for answers in the way of food, too.
Everywhere! On every street. In every house. He is slight, almost ghostly. There is a bastard.
Oh yes, there is a bastard.
Silver and gold'll get the chance to, as yet another figure emerges from the opening, reminiscent of plums.
It's the SUGARPLUM FAIRY!
When they came, they came for weeks.
*Cough*
Three lumps of what is obviously a deadly battle.
"How many lumps of a deadly battle do ya want?" "Oh, three or four!"
Leander smiled back, and then anger. With a snarl, she pushes the princess he needs to depose.
Dang, split personality much?
And only a bit away from him and gestures for Onakoa to come bursting out. Whores! How outstandingly marvelous!
TADA! Whores!
The dead howled through the crowd towards a small, blond woman approaching his table.
DAHH!
He was leaning against the sun. It makes bright spots on his head.
A very mild sun.
She giggled. "Silver and gold'll get the job done, sir." With relief, he fished out some pieces of gold. Now came the question of how tired he was until she'd mentioned it.
Whores! How outstandingly marvelous!
It had only just occurred to him that being seen kissing the town seemed decidedly un-modern was unusual, but not unfamiliar to him. Leander smiled darkly at the candle man.
"And if you mention that you saw me kissing of the whole town to anyone, Candle Man, there's going to be trouble."
I do remember," he says. Then he would buy some more food and be on his bed.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
The universe was so much bigger than what he thought better of it. "And yet you somehow ended up in the wood stove.
That's what you get for going into the candy house, Leander!
Whore, I have to add delusions to the Temple.
Did The Mangler just call me a whore?
I think your memory is the way before they were in Napelo, you had a tea that will make them laugh everytime they hear it. "That's not mine," Krislar said.
Keep denying it, Krislar. That "tea" is illegal in most states, you know.
"Pleased to meet you," Leander whispered back. He'd known, but he had said wedged in his own pants.
Ouch! And on the west coast, that would be known as a Melvin.
Raknar's soldiers obviously have something to planned for him, a spirit pony, and that's all right.
Aww, how sweet! He's always wanted a spirit pony.
Final Fantasy VII fic, mangled:
"Age is just numbers," Nanaki said. "Remember, I'm just a fraction. "
Aww! He's tiny!
He held Cloud's gaze for a long goddamn day.
"Stop staring at me!"
"A huge bastard of a bitch. All or nothing,"
O_O
How ludicrous was it that Sephiroth was probably the stray cat that sometimes came scratching at his words.
Pretty ludicrous.
"Welcome back, man," and hugged Reno, clapping him on the nightstick, and yeah, oh yeah, that hurt like hell.
I'll bet.
Tseng was still hot for him to do.
I agree with this assessment.
Reeve's eyes really began to undo the buttons of his friends over, while Reeve tried to stop them doing it,
Talk about undressing someone with your eyes.
He toyed with the idea of an obsession for Reeve over those weeks, as he continued talking.
I did, too.
"Cloud Strife must not be allowed to get colder. *
Otherwise he might go into hibernation.
Elena was still as black as ever, she noted, when even Reno had a feeling Hojo was dead.
I don't remember that from the game.
Jenova wasn't your mother; Lucrecia was. Jenova was a heavy black cloak.
Odd; I don't remember that part, either.
Sephiroth was once again atop that stupid Mog, holding a little bit of his insanity (and apparent notoriety) as it was becoming increasingly obvious that Reno was leaning over him.
Visual! I got a visual!
Sephiroth eased his grip on her body,
Oooh!
Reeve frowned and rolled out of her thighs.
OOOH!!
Cloud took his time taking his shirt off.
[To the music of "The Stripper"] Slower, Cloud...slower...slower...
Reeve gripped the steering wheel harder and chewed the insides of her thighs.
Time and a place for everything, Reeve. It's called "decorum."
Cloud, for a good time to call Vincent Valentine.
It's written on all the bathroom walls.
This young man had just remembered Reno, and at Elena, in an obvious, well-practised head count of his head,
A head count of his head. "One...uhh..."
He stared at him as he felt. Elena shifted her weight to turn to Reeve, and the bedsprings creaked. She didn't want him to come here.
Elena/Reeve...I'm not writing porn! Honest!
Tseng rolled over, taking Reno with him (or in him,)
THE HELL?! Why does the Mangler insist on slashing everyone?
Elena raised her knee and caught Tseng right under the blankets. She glanced at Rude, still sleeping fitfully under the sternum, but it would take too long to tell.
Elena/Tseng/Rude. There are just too many people in this bed.
"Yes, sir," Rude answered, and followed Tseng down the hall to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his palms and pulled himself to his knees. He felt Tifa's hands on his heel to pace the other bed. His hands were tied together and see what She can do, and what we can do to Her.
Tseng/Rude/Tifa
Cloud shrugged and carelessly flipped his long bangs out of her thighs.
Why, Cloud! fancy seeing you down there!
Sephiroth looked away from Elena. When that failed, he grabbed Tseng by the arm and tried to speak, found his throat and squeezed. She didn't see Tseng open his eyes.
Sephiroth/Elena/Tseng. Only this seems to be quite violent.
"Cloud," Tifa began as she gasped for breath, frantically waved for Reeve to the bed, and he knew it was time.
Tifa/Cloud/Reeve. Thouh it seems that Reeve is just observing for now.
It made the parched, red dirt all around him look like shit.
Eww!
Your psycho ass will be a little shocked at his easy confidence.
It's going to be *really shocking* to your psycho ass.
Sephiroth looked away from her chest and tried not to be hurrying, he knocked on the other one stood up, swayed, and fell onto the floor.
Sephiroth, after hours.
Tifa shifted uncomfortably on the sofa next to Sephiroth.
"Don't stab me again, please."
Cloud looked at Cloud levelly.
Why am I not surprised?
Cid's mouth fell open, and, if Tifa had to act quickly to do the job. Her eyes were telling her the same time that Reisei said, "Cloud and Vincent together?" Cid asked. "Um..." Reeve shook himself free of his face. "Scarlet?" he whispered into the mirror, but Cloud had managed it again. When Scarlet let go of the other. That action was probably using up most of his tongue
Come on in, the orgy's fine! Yes, folks, Cloud has managed it *again.*
"I'm in your fragile brain, bridge it, and give you pleasure? How would you do it? Think about it before you answer." Cloud reached the cliff and leapt off, wondering what it takes to fight her again. "I'm fine," he said.
"But I won't be when I land."
I could come back when Reno suddenly turned on his head.
Breakin' 2! Electric Boogaloo!
It wasn't just the claw that was inside of his pants.
O_o;;
"Use it on her wrinkled face. "Go on," Sephiroth said to Tifa. "I like the enhanced look?"
Mako: Use it on her wrinkled face! Watch the years melt away!
Cloud Strife had gone from raving lunatic to astute businessman in a few minutes.
(Strife's Delivery Service is doing great business....)
Strife had gone mad and was going to eat dirt.
(This wouldn't surprise me in the least.)
It's the end of an era. I shed a tear.
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