Crime-fighting dead duo:

Picture much larger than the actual 2-inch figs.
Somewhat ironically, my old "Aerith and Auron" ficbit named
Going Somewhere never went anywhere.
I have this odd bit of head canon that they went off to be quirky ghosts, badgering people, rubbernecking on the silliness of humanity, and occasionally intervening on a lark, especially when it might spoil the neatly-crafted chess games of gods bent on directing Destiny.
Aerith would be the instigator, and Auron would stump along being amused (or bemused) backup. I liked the fact that it would make a good "partners" story without sexual dynamics, which is painfully rare in fanfic (including mine). But I never could come up with a plot, beyond the vague sense that it would bridge the Al Bhed and Midgar Shinras.
And in other news, I don't know what came over me, but I have acquired dustcatchers, including the two pictured above. I've been so
sparing about not collecting Things -- save for one grumpy guardian watching over my hard drive -- since I cleared out my apartment about eight years ago.
But I like these silly little things. I guess I've mellowed. At one time I would not have had the sense of humor to see my favorite video game mythological characters turned into chibis.
I've got everybody except Rikku, Balthier and Fran (wah).