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Penny67
2010-03-22, 07:19 PM
WARNING: This thread contains romance between forum members. While kept within the PG rating of this thread, it may still disturb anyone who reads it. There has been quite a shortage of brain bleach lately, so you may have to make some of your own at home, bring the kids!

Rules:
Keep it forum friendly.
No overly sexual stuff.
Each pairing must have at least one forum member.
When posting a fic please state above the story who you're shipping.
Only post fic about people who have given their permission in either This Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=86308) or somewhere else. There is an updated list of people who have given permission linked below.
Previous thread here. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=132167)
Definition of Shipping (no, it is not to package things and send them...atleast, not in this context) (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shipping)
The Shipping Permissions List (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5604491&postcount=264)
First Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=86244)
Second Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=89112)
Third Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=95163)
Fourth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=99321)
Fifth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=101503)
Sixth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5679351)
Seventh Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=106862)
Eighth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=120492)
Shipping Archive (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=101722)
GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

Blue Ghost
2010-03-22, 07:29 PM
New shipping thread, eh?
I haven't really frequented the shipping threads much, but I'm going to try to get into the groove another time.

Trobby
2010-03-22, 07:59 PM
...:O I named a thread! :3 Yeee!

Hmm...:/ But I haven't got any shipping ideas yet.

:O Someone, christen this thread with a new ship!

Jacklu
2010-03-22, 08:11 PM
Re-re-repost!


Queenfics

Don't Stop Me Now (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4689879&postcount=984)
Spread Your Wings (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4675381&postcount=801)
Who Wants To Live Forever? (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4684673&postcount=918)
I Want To Break Free (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5007579&postcount=557)
Love Of My Life (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5207202&postcount=118)
You Don't Fool Me (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5013483&postcount=621)
Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5081848&postcount=969)
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5680299&postcount=28)
Bohemian Rhapsody (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4673366&postcount=772)
Killer Queen (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4674879&postcount=789)
The Show Must Go On (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4675123&postcount=793)
Too Much Love Will Kill You (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5082277&postcount=973)
You're My Best Friend (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5081848&postcount=969)
I Want It All (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5122364&postcount=1220)
Another One Bites The Dust (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4674325&postcount=785)
Save Me (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5207202&postcount=118)
The Invisible Man (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5117159&postcount=1199)
Bicycle Race (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5111758&postcount=1149)
Barcelona (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5701413&postcount=310)
We Are The Champions (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5658155&postcount=983)
Scandal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6077391&postcount=741)
Bijou (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6080906&postcount=763)
In the Lap of the Gods (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6160494&postcount=922)
'39 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=7017168#post7017168)
Lily of the Valley (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8119820&postcount=1404)

Daddy Tooby Subsection

Seaside Rendezvous (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6126078&postcount=879) Ep. - 2
Friends Will Be Friends (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6103187&postcount=819) Ep. 0

Jacklu/cycoris
Nevermore (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eg9GeU2Nx4&feature=related)
There's no living in my life anymore
The seas have gone dry
And the rain's stopped falling
Please don't you cry any more
Can't you see
Listen to the breeze
Whisper to me please
Don't send me to the path of nevermore

Cycoris stopped crying.

Finally, the young girl had stopped crying. It was hard to tell whether she meant it or not. Jacklu sighed, what she was doing to Cycoris was cruel, yes, but the things she had seen Cyssy do, she just couldn’t believe whether she loved her any more.

Jacklu flinched as the memory surged into the forefront of her mind – hands, everywhere; the noises – one last try. Just one.

‘Just stop crying, and say won’t do it again, that everything’ll be okay. Don’t cry any more my sweet one. Never again.’

”Cyssy . . . please,“ She reached out a hand to comfort her, to say what she couldn’t. Cyssy recoiled. ”Cyssy?”

”Don’t. Just . . . don’t.”

Jacklu flinched. She frowned, and lowered her eyes. What was she doing? Wasn’t she going to accept the chance? Jacklu had forgiven Cycoris, why wouldn’t she want comfort?

”Please, Cyssy,” Ask me not to leave you. Don’t leave me alone.

Even the valley's below
Where the rays of the sun
Were so warm and tender
Now haven't anything to grow
Can't you see?
Why did you have to leave me? (Nevermore)
Why did you deceive me? (Nevermore)
You sent me to the path of nevermore
When you say you didn't love me anymore
Ah, ah nevermore, nevermore

”I don’t love you any more. I don’t think I ever really did.”

Jacklu stopped breathing. She had never believed the saying ‘stunned senseless’ before, but she understood it wholeheartedly now.

Cycoris looked at Jacklu and said it again, ”I don’t love you, I’m leaving you.”

”Why?” She hadn’t expected that, why hadn’t she expected that?

”I don’t love you. I’ve been cheating on you for five months.” They’d only been in a relationship for six months.

The warmth she treasured in her memories died.

Cyssy left the park, Jacklu stayed there, the remnants of their packed lunches getting colder with every hour that passed. As the sun set behind the trees Jacklu rose, stretching her stiff back and wiping the tears from her eyes.

She took a different path home.


Another sad'un. Nonethless, I hope you enjoy. I know I promised a happy one, but this one was actually floating semi-finished in the wrong folder, so I only discovered it by happenstance and decided to finish it off.

T_T Sad ship is sad. T_T

CurlyKitGirl
2010-03-22, 09:24 PM
MISS PENNY: Please don't forget to edit in Shipping IX in the first post.

@Jacklu: Glad you enjoyed it, even if sad fic is sad. :smallsmile:

*hints it's Curly's birthday now*
*Curly is nineteen*
*and tired*
*and will post a happy fic this evening*

Penny67
2010-03-22, 09:33 PM
Happy birthday!

*hugs*

Silverraptor
2010-03-22, 10:06 PM
Birthday Surprise!

Curly walked up the driveway towards the house. No one seemed to remember it was her birthday. All day, she was expecting presents, cake, or even a simple 'Happy Birthday'.

But nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everyone treated her like any other day. Just talking about the latest gossip or passing her by without a second glance.

She even waited behind at work, sure that they would do something special for her. But the hours passed, and the lights were turned off. Even the nightly janitor finally left for home. And Curly sat at her cubicle, heart broken and miserable. Tears leaked from her eyes.

Now she walked up the cold hard steps to her house. She reached her house and leaned her forehead against the door. She closed her eyes in the cold evening air and sighed heavily. She had only 10 minutes of the day being her birthday before it would pass.

Slowly, she inserted her key into the lock and opened the door.

Suddenly, a great yell burst out from her door that took her in shock and suprise.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CURLY!"

It looked like everyone was there. They decorated everywhere with banners and balloons and streamers. A huge birthday cake laid on the table with a mound of presents around.

It was a chaotic, yet joyous occasion. Curly was in tears of happiness as she was hugging and celebrating with everyone. But she had one nagging problem that she needed to address.

"H-How... How did you all get in my house?"

I didn't know if you had a color you prefered Curly.

Reinholdt
2010-03-22, 10:08 PM
Hunting


Warning! This story is rather bloody, dark, and gruesome. Not for the faint of heart.
The sky was dark and stormy, the rain water dripping off my fedora as I stalked the streets. The killer was still out there, a young male, untrained. It was always a pity when young wolves go rogue, but it happened. Many would answer the darker side of the Call, and a few never knew better. The revolver at my side felt heavy with purpose, the deadly silver loaded in...

I looked up at the entrance to the apartment complex, the flickering street lamp making the cracks seem larger and darker. Not that it needed much help. The paint was flaking and graffiti covered everything. Bars plated the lower floor windows. Even through the rain I could smell the blood and offal that waited inside the Rogue's den. The owner of the blood couldn't have been killed an hour ago, her scent fresh. All this passed through my mind automatically as I stepped up towards the door.

I didn't even have to bother with the door knob, the splinters around the dead bolt making it obvious that it's already been busted through. As I pushed the door open the scents got stronger, nearly overwhelming. He must have been using this place for weeks for it to smell this bad. The off-white and teal flooring tiles were coated in thick grime, both dry and moist. Mold crawled up the walls and ceiling.

Taking out my revolver and shutting the door, I took a few steps inside. To my right was a common room, it's furniture slowly rotting from age and miscare. To the left was a darkened room, only the smell of soap and fabric softener revealing what it was used for. There were several ways I could go, but the trail of sticky blood marked the way clearly, leading to the staircase and above.

The trail leading up made me do a double take. It was...*wrong*. No Rogues ever went to higher ground. They normally preferred dark holes to hide in. Something was off about this one, and it was unsettling. Nonetheless, I had to keep going and end this before others were hurt. The steps creaked under my feet as I made my way carefully up, avoiding the blood to keep from falling. I kept my breathing slow and steady, trying to keep quiet even though it was likely that my presence was already known.

On the second floor, the blood crept down the hallway before me, most of the passage darkened from burned out lights, the far end only lit from the streetlamp outside. The wood floor was warped, making the footing even more treacherous. I strained my senses as I moved along, trying to hear anything, but finding nothing other than the pitter-patter of raindrops slamming against the cracked glass.

The stenches in the air got stronger as I got closer to the doorway the blood turns into. The revolver's hammer sounding thunderous as I cocked it back, ready to fire at a moment's notice. My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out to test the lock.

th-THUMP...th-THUMP

The knob turned, and the door slid open on it's hinges, a blast of warm moist air hitting my face.

I counted at least a dozen as I stepped into a scene from Hell. The flies swarmed throughout the room, moving from one body to the next. The smell of rot and decay bad enough to sting my eyes, causing them to tear up. I watched my footing, careful not to step into the puddles of rotting fluids. Beyond the carnage present, I couldn't see the killer, even though the "nest" of skins on the blood stained bed marked where it slept.

The worst part however, was the sink. Not because it was covered in blood, but because it wasn't. It was clean, spotless. A small glass, a toothbrush...it was as if a normal person could have used it. Whoever the Rogue was, they weren't bothered at all by what they do. They enjoyed this...

I start to go towards the closet, hoping to find some form of ID when the floor creaks in the hallway. I stiffen up when a man's voice breaks the loud silence. "You're good." The sound of a hammer cocking back makes itself clear and I spin, raising my gun as I try to get to him first. All I see before his gun goes off is the smile of his perfectly white teeth. "But I'm better."

To my knowledge, this is my first one written in the First Person. I'd appreciate comments on it.
Dark Wolf. Welcome back.


This one was Grim approved, though I want to warn everybody... it's quite messed up, even by my standards.

A night to remember

Mordokai (GBed)/ Grim Ranger/ Mi'ir - Cristo Meyers (mentioned)

“No! Absolutely not!“

“Aw come on Grim, you never have any fun. And besides, it is your birthday.“

“That's not the point, as you well know. And another thing. Why are you still having boobs? I was under impression the infiltration mission was over well over a week ago?“

“The dismissal of the spell turned out to be a little more difficult than Mi'ir anticipated. Of course, it may just be that the damn bard is having fun at my expense but if I kill him now I'll never know, won't I now?“

It wasn't quite the truth. Mordokai was having quite a bit of fun with her woman body, but she wasn't willing to admit it to just about anybody, least of all Grim. The ridicule she had to swallow when she told Mi'ir to not dismiss the spell right away was enough to last her a life time. She also hoped Sune wouldn't mind her lying. But then, she put up with worse before, so she was reasonably sure she's safe this time.

“But anyway... like I said, it's your birthday. Either you're coming up with me to the bar, inn, strip joint or some such if I have to drag you along. Now it's a matter of preference. Are you coming on your own and end up embarrassed... or I'm dragging you in and you get embarrased even before we start drinking?“

“Those are my options?“

“Those are your options.“

“Is there a point in resisting?“

The sweet smile was all he got from paladin. It was enough to make Grim sigh out loud.

“Should have known. All right, lead the way.“

Mordokai's smile grew a little wider at that as she took Grim's hand and took him away.


***

“Mordy, have you ever considered that it's... a little bit unusal for a woman to be cramming money down strippers pants?“

“No, not really. And besides, what do they care? As long as they are getting money they will entertain us.“

It was true. The pair was the main attraction, always surrounded by dancers and waiters and it didn't seem that it would stop anytime soon. The line of empty glasses before them was slowly but steadily growing longer.

“So what, we spend the rest of the night here, getting blitzed and then get thrown out after we make an asses of ourselves?“

“Sounds like a plan!“

“You're horrible, you know that?“

If it would be possible, there would be a light bulb lighting above Mordokai's head right about now.

“Wait here. I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!“

And with that, she was gone, leaving Grim alone with his drink. Which was soon empty, so he ordered another one. And another. And another, and another... and another. At was about at that time the announcer came on the podium again.

“Gentlemen, we're proud to introduce you our newest sensation. She only here for one night, but we guarantee you... this is something you will not forget! So give your hands up for... Bambi!“

The lights dimmed, the music slowed down as the curtains opened and let everybody see what was hiding behind it. And even Grim had to admit, she was astounding. Long legs, round butt, firm breasts and a face, hidden behind a veil. From the looks of it, she was a beauty. And then, she started to dance.

One slow step before the other, leaning down and gliding fingers up her leg, before throwing one sandal off her left foot. By the time the other one flew off the right foot the mob has been hollering already. She took a slow stroll down the bar, stopping at an odd customer here and there. Soon, the amount of money she has collected was bigger than all the girls of the evening combined. That's when she spotted Grim.

With few fluid motions she was at him and on his knees. Her veil was still on, but her eyes were smiling. She started rubbing her bottom against his body and poor Grim... he was struck speechless. Not unlike the rest of the bar. There was hooting all around, cries of approval and jealousy going on, which increased in intensity as Bambi started taking Grim's shirt off. By now, our ranger's face was as red as tomato. At that point, Bambi took his hand and leaded him towards the stairs. At this point, everybody in the bar raised from their seats and applauded the lucky ranger.

“I... I... I...“

“Shhhhh. Just let yourself go and enjoy this. I know I will.“

There wasn't much left to be said. The doors of the room closed silently behind the two.


***

The sun was shining right in his eyes. It was time to get up. He took a look to his right. Bambi was still there and she still had a veil. During the night, she never took it off. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

“Come on. I want to see a face hiding behind the veil.“

She blinked her eyes open.

“Well... if you insist...“

The scream was loud enough to wake everybody in three street radius.

“Oh grow up Grim."

Comment, please! And while we're at it... go back and read Wolfbane's story (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8130913&postcount=1453). Is a good one and I feel guilty that me and Grim burried it under our antics :smallsmile: Comment on his work as well.
Poor Grim. Scarred for life. :smalleek:


One day this will be brought up again and I will have to deny all knowledge of it;

Mocha
*beep beep beep*
Bisecta slowly opened her eyes to a now familiar sound. She stretched, strategically planning to jab anyone who happened to be in bed next to her awake and called out to no-one in particular using a sing song voice.
"Bis, it's time to get up for wo-", she stopped abruptly. The space next to her was much less abruptly Bisectedless. Instead, her hands came in contact with a small piece of paper.

Sitting up, Bisecta rubbed her orange eyes and unfurled it.

"Dear Bissy,
Sorry, I had to rush off to work early. I'll be working late, but you can stay around here if you want. This last week's been amazing.

I've left the coffee machine on for you and there's some cereal in the bottom cupboard if you want it.

Love you,
Bis"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. None of her usual contacts had anything they needed stolen, or even managed to lock themselves out of their own house. There was a reason she finally plucked up the courage to ask Bis out (although, as he'd already admitted he was on the verge of speaking to the cute blond girl with the ponytail and strange clothes he passed in the street every so often...) and it wasn't because life was too exciting to handle outside her own "office hours". What was she supposed to spend her day doing? She showered and drank a cup of coffee before getting dressed (all infinitely more fun when the apartment's owner was present).

Sighing, she sat down at the table and stared at the note. Hoping some idea would cross her mind. Bisecta's eyes nearly crossed as she focused intensity at the fibres of the paper. That was the thing about cheap paper, a forger had once told her, even if you just get it wet the fibres shift...but they don't darken?

On the half of the page that had been left in the morning sun, lines had began to appear. She sniffed it...lemon juice? They'd had pancakes for dessert the previous evening...and he told her about invisible inks (how he got away with all that time on wikipedia at work was anyone's guess). For the first time that morning, Bisecta giggled; it was so like Bis to do something like this just because he could. After putting the letter over a hot stove the rest of the message was clear.

"P.S. Wait in the alley behind the office at 13:00."

She looked at the clock..12:30! Bisecta quickly locked the front door from the inside and exited from the attic window (word of her social life had reached the rest of her "friends"; they would leave this flat alone out of professional courtesy) and sped off along the rooftops.

She arrived in a quiet alley (dark, despite the time of day), but there was no sign of Bisected. All of a sudden she froze, there was someone creeping up behind her!

...but those footsteps were familiar. She relaxed as a pair of hands clamped over her eyes from behind and a voice whispered in her ear.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Bisecta shut her eyes as the hands moved away and lowered her jaw. She immediatly felt something smooth pass her lips. As it became gooey against her tongue she bit down while it was still hard...mmm, toffee. She turned around to see Bisected with a broad grin plastered across his face. She would have greeted him much more loudly, if it weren't for the chocolate in her mouth.
"Bfff!"
Bisected put his finger to her lips and shushed her. Then with a wink, he handed her a key and pointed to a window above them. All of a sudden there was a creak as a fire escape opened behind them and Bisected gestured at her to get out of sight.
"There you are Bisected. What are you doing out here? I thought you didn't smoke?"
"Just getting some fresh air, guv.", Bisected replied.
"Anyway", Bisected's manager continued, "I'm afraid I need you in my office. Morithias, has some issues with the workplace and I feel it would be best if he talked them over with you."
"Well if he's in your office he can just get in the broom cupboard and tell me from that window.", Bisected snapped, pointing the the same window he'd gestured at the Bisecta.
The manager's eyes narrowed.
"...but I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, sir."
And with that they both headed up the stairs.

Climbing out from the skip she'd crouched behind, Bisecta braced herself against the alley wall and made her way towards the window.

In the manager's office, Bisected stared at Morithias.
"Hello."
"Don't play dumb with me, Bisected! Who do you think I am!"
"Well, you're-woah!", Bisected began before theatrically tripping over and falling into the cupboard door of the office, knocking it ajar. He made sure his yell was louder than the faint gasp that came from inside.
"Ahem, you're...", he continued, picking himself off the floor, "my co-worker. You sit in cubical number 8, opposite mine in the office down the hallway to the left of this one. Your cubical contains many draws, which you make a show of locking with Yale brand cylinder locks-"
"That's quite enough. As much as a bit of sarcasm lightens the mood and makes for a friendly, informal working environment you're going a bit far", the manager said without a hint of irony.
"In any case...", he continued, "...perhaps you should explain to Bisected what your issue is, Morithias?".
"He knows exactly what it is, sir", said Morithias, "I know full well that everyone tries to steal my chocolate and he thought it would be funny to snatch one of them while my back was turned!"
"I thought you were sharing them", Bisected responded, looking convincingly hurt. "You left the box, out and opened..."
"You know full well I keep them locked safely in my draw so no one else can get them. Why would you even begin to think I would share them with-"
"Well", interrupted the manager, "This appears to be a simple misunderstanding. I'll expect both of you to get back to work by the end of this lunch break. Show yourselves out."
Morithias turned to Bisected.
"I'll be watching you all afternoon! If I so much as see you heading back to the office alone I'll have your head on a..."
"Well, I was hoping to finish writing the report by the end of the day, but if you insist I guess I'll join you for lunch." And with that he followed Morithias out of the room, stopping only to look glance towards the orange eyes peeking through the crack in the cupboard door and wink.

Later that evening, was sat in Bisected's apartment reading a book, waiting. Then, as she heard the click of the latch, she dimmed the lights and hid in the kitchen. Bisected strolled into the apartment.
"Bissy, I'm back...?", he called out to the darkness.
With a giggle, Bisecta crept up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Open your mouth...", she whispered.
However, Bisected gently gripped her wrists and turned around, putting his arms around her.
"We'll have those when we get back."
"From where?"
"Dinner", he said holding up a wad of cash, "We've been building up the office betting pool for the first person to take Morithias' chocolate for years."
"Do they know how you did it?" she giggled, staring into his grey eyes.
"Oh, I think they're still guessing.", Bisected said
"I suppose they think you have some sort of cute trick up your sleeve?"
"Well they're half right.", he said, "I had something cute. I don't think she'd quite fit up my sleeve though."
"One third. I may be cute, but I'm not yours.", she said sticking her tongue out.
"...oh...", he loosened his grip and shifted his head back a bit
"You're mine!", and with that she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him back in.

Hopefully my next ship will be less egomaniacal. And with less unfortunate implications. And possibly good, but don't hold your breath...
Hawt self on self action.
*shakes head slowly*

Queenfics

Don't Stop Me Now (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4689879&postcount=984)
Spread Your Wings (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4675381&postcount=801)
Who Wants To Live Forever? (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4684673&postcount=918)
I Want To Break Free (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5007579&postcount=557)
Love Of My Life (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5207202&postcount=118)
You Don't Fool Me (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5013483&postcount=621)
Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5081848&postcount=969)
Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5680299&postcount=28)
Bohemian Rhapsody (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4673366&postcount=772)
Killer Queen (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4674879&postcount=789)
The Show Must Go On (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4675123&postcount=793)
Too Much Love Will Kill You (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5082277&postcount=973)
You're My Best Friend (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5081848&postcount=969)
I Want It All (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5122364&postcount=1220)
Another One Bites The Dust (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=4674325&postcount=785)
Save Me (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5207202&postcount=118)
The Invisible Man (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5117159&postcount=1199)
Bicycle Race (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5111758&postcount=1149)
Barcelona (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5701413&postcount=310)
We Are The Champions (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5658155&postcount=983)
Scandal (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6077391&postcount=741)
Bijou (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6080906&postcount=763)
In the Lap of the Gods (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6160494&postcount=922)
'39 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=7017168#post7017168)
Lily of the Valley (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8119820&postcount=1404)

Daddy Tooby Subsection

Seaside Rendezvous (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6126078&postcount=879) Ep. - 2
Friends Will Be Friends (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6103187&postcount=819) Ep. 0

Jacklu/cycoris
Nevermore (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eg9GeU2Nx4&feature=related)
There's no living in my life anymore
The seas have gone dry
And the rain's stopped falling
Please don't you cry any more
Can't you see
Listen to the breeze
Whisper to me please
Don't send me to the path of nevermore

Cycoris stopped crying.

Finally, the young girl had stopped crying. It was hard to tell whether she meant it or not. Jacklu sighed, what she was doing to Cycoris was cruel, yes, but the things she had seen Cyssy do, she just couldn’t believe whether she loved her any more.

Jacklu flinched as the memory surged into the forefront of her mind – hands, everywhere; the noises – one last try. Just one.

‘Just stop crying, and say won’t do it again, that everything’ll be okay. Don’t cry any more my sweet one. Never again.’

”Cyssy . . . please,“ She reached out a hand to comfort her, to say what she couldn’t. Cyssy recoiled. ”Cyssy?”

”Don’t. Just . . . don’t.”

Jacklu flinched. She frowned, and lowered her eyes. What was she doing? Wasn’t she going to accept the chance? Jacklu had forgiven Cycoris, why wouldn’t she want comfort?

”Please, Cyssy,” Ask me not to leave you. Don’t leave me alone.

Even the valley's below
Where the rays of the sun
Were so warm and tender
Now haven't anything to grow
Can't you see?
Why did you have to leave me? (Nevermore)
Why did you deceive me? (Nevermore)
You sent me to the path of nevermore
When you say you didn't love me anymore
Ah, ah nevermore, nevermore

”I don’t love you any more. I don’t think I ever really did.”

Jacklu stopped breathing. She had never believed the saying ‘stunned senseless’ before, but she understood it wholeheartedly now.

Cycoris looked at Jacklu and said it again, ”I don’t love you, I’m leaving you.”

”Why?” She hadn’t expected that, why hadn’t she expected that?

”I don’t love you. I’ve been cheating on you for five months.” They’d only been in a relationship for six months.

The warmth she treasured in her memories died.

Cyssy left the park, Jacklu stayed there, the remnants of their packed lunches getting colder with every hour that passed. As the sun set behind the trees Jacklu rose, stretching her stiff back and wiping the tears from her eyes.

She took a different path home.


Another sad'un. Nonethless, I hope you enjoy. I know I promised a happy one, but this one was actually floating semi-finished in the wrong folder, so I only discovered it by happenstance and decided to finish it off.
Ouch.
Just... ouch. :frown:


MISS PENNY: Please don't forget to edit in Shipping IX in the first post.

@Jacklu: Glad you enjoyed it, even if sad fic is sad. :smallsmile:

*hints it's Curly's birthday now*
*Curly is nineteen*
*and tired*
*and will post a happy fic this evening*
I hear it's someone's birthday. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=146330)

^ I may have picked a lock.
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Je dit Viola
2010-03-22, 10:33 PM
Aww...the sad Nevermore one's sad, I also think.

It (almost) made me cry. Well, not quite, but it was sad nonetheless.


And...Birthday one for Curly:
Birthday Surprise!

Curly walked up the driveway towards the house. No one seemed to remember it was her birthday. All day, she was expecting presents, cake, or even a simple 'Happy Birthday'.

But nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everyone treated her like any other day. Just talking about the latest gossip or passing her by without a second glance.

She even waited behind at work, sure that they would do something special for her. But the hours passed, and the lights were turned off. Even the nightly janitor finally left for home. And Curly sat at her cubicle, heart broken and miserable. Tears leaked from her eyes.

Now she walked up the cold hard steps to her house. She reached her house and leaned her forehead against the door. She closed her eyes in the cold evening air and sighed heavily. She had only 10 minutes of the day being her birthday before it would pass.

Slowly, she inserted her key into the lock and opened the door.

Suddenly, a great yell burst out from her door that took her in shock and suprise.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CURLY!"

It looked like everyone was there. They decorated everywhere with banners and balloons and streamers. A huge birthday cake laid on the table with a mound of presents around.

It was a chaotic, yet joyous occasion. Curly was in tears of happiness as she was hugging and celebrating with everyone. But she had one nagging problem that she needed to address.

"H-How... How did you all get in my house?"

I didn't know if you had a color you prefered Curly.

This one's pretty good! It's happier, and it also makes me wonder how we all broke into her house.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-22, 10:37 PM
Was I there? :smallsmile:

Silverraptor
2010-03-22, 10:39 PM
Was I there? :smallsmile:

I didn't specify on purpose so everyone can stake their claim that they were there.:smallwink:

Soterion
2010-03-22, 10:40 PM
The X is for seehhhh--cond, uh, second helpings, anyone?

*whew* Close one, there.

Penny67
2010-03-22, 10:43 PM
Ha. What were you going to say?

Je dit Viola
2010-03-22, 10:44 PM
He was going to say "Saxaphone", but he messed it up due to his strange accent.

Penny67
2010-03-22, 10:47 PM
Oh.

Wait! I've got you now! *forces red boots on Viola*

Je dit Viola
2010-03-22, 10:49 PM
Oh, darn.

Now I have to...not match very well again.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-22, 10:52 PM
*prestidigitation*
*changes boots to bright yellow*
Erm, what color did you want them again?

Penny67
2010-03-22, 10:52 PM
:) gotcha.

At least I'm not giving you a sunburst double neck viola.

*wicked grin*

/\ only lasts for an hour :)

\/ awwww I could never make my Viola unhappy :( You can have your boots back.

Je dit Viola
2010-03-22, 10:55 PM
Yes, at least...

But now I've got boots with flowers on them.

Too bad the magic didn't work. :smallfrown:

/\ Naw.
:smallsmile:
I like them.

cycoris
2010-03-22, 11:30 PM
Oh Koorly... sad fic is sad. But wonderful. But sad. :smallfrown:

Recaiden
2010-03-22, 11:43 PM
Wolfbane's was unsettling, and very nice 1st person.

Mordokai's seemed over-the-top silly (and a little horrific). That was probably intentional.

Curly's was sad and a bit confusing. Unexpected.

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-22, 11:59 PM
Mordy: You naughty, naughty little miss Paladin.
Someone ought to punish you before you get any worse.
:smalltongue:

Curly: Sadship. Also, very pretty.
There might be something for your birthday around here...
But it might also be a drawling more than a ship.

Ganurath
2010-03-23, 12:01 AM
Mordy: You naughty, naughty little miss Paladin.
Someone ought to punish you before you get any worse.
:smalltongue:I'll get the chains so you can get the whip.

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-23, 12:03 AM
Nobody I'd rather team up with :smallamused:

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 12:59 AM
Mordy: You naughty, naughty little miss Paladin.
Someone ought to punish you before you get any worse.
:smalltongue:


Oh, leave it to me. Imma going to stab her at earliest opportunity :smallmad:

And no, not in that way you perverts! Get your minds out of the gutter :smallyuk:

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 01:06 AM
Mordy: You naughty, naughty little miss Paladin.
Someone ought to punish you before you get any worse.
:smalltongue:

You volunteer? :smallbiggrin:


I'll get the chains so you can get the whip.

Oh this should be fun.... :smallbiggrin:


Oh, leave it to me. Imma going to stab her at earliest opportunity :smallmad:

And no, not in that way you perverts! Get your minds out of the gutter :smallyuk:

That's not what you were saying last night, lover boy :smallbiggrin:

Je dit Viola
2010-03-23, 01:07 AM
You're calling me a pervert? :smallfrown:

If you say so...

I should write another Ship sooner or later.

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 01:18 AM
Don't worry Viola, it's not as bad as they make it look like :smallsmile:

In fact, you can have quite a lot of fun :smallbiggrin:

Wolfbane
2010-03-23, 01:42 AM
Thanks for the comments, and yeah, I was going for grim and dark. Unsettling is a good one to hear too. I think I may make it a prelude to a short series with the 1st person view shifting to the killer. >.>

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 01:49 AM
That's not what you were saying last night, lover boy :smallbiggrin:

Gah! I need my emergency soap! The memories! :smalleek:

*looks disdraught and tries to scrub the images out of his brain*

Ganurath
2010-03-23, 02:19 AM
You volunteer? :smallbiggrin:



Oh this should be fun.... :smallbiggrin:I was just talking before, but now that I think about it I like the idea. I'm thinking a joint project, mainly because I know how I want the prep sequence to go but have no clue how things will be during the post "torture" scene.

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 03:29 AM
One day this will be brought up again and I will have to deny all knowledge of it;

Mocha
*beep beep beep*
Bisecta slowly opened her eyes to a now familiar sound. She stretched, strategically planning to jab anyone who happened to be in bed next to her awake and called out to no-one in particular using a sing song voice.
"Bis, it's time to get up for wo-", she stopped abruptly. The space next to her was much less abruptly Bisectedless. Instead, her hands came in contact with a small piece of paper.

Sitting up, Bisecta rubbed her orange eyes and unfurled it.

"Dear Bissy,
Sorry, I had to rush off to work early. I'll be working late, but you can stay around here if you want. This last week's been amazing.

I've left the coffee machine on for you and there's some cereal in the bottom cupboard if you want it.

Love you,
Bis"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. None of her usual contacts had anything they needed stolen, or even managed to lock themselves out of their own house. There was a reason she finally plucked up the courage to ask Bis out (although, as he'd already admitted he was on the verge of speaking to the cute blond girl with the ponytail and strange clothes he passed in the street every so often...) and it wasn't because life was too exciting to handle outside her own "office hours". What was she supposed to spend her day doing? She showered and drank a cup of coffee before getting dressed (all infinitely more fun when the apartment's owner was present).

Sighing, she sat down at the table and stared at the note. Hoping some idea would cross her mind. Bisecta's eyes nearly crossed as she focused intensity at the fibres of the paper. That was the thing about cheap paper, a forger had once told her, even if you just get it wet the fibres shift...but they don't darken?

On the half of the page that had been left in the morning sun, lines had began to appear. She sniffed it...lemon juice? They'd had pancakes for dessert the previous evening...and he told her about invisible inks (how he got away with all that time on wikipedia at work was anyone's guess). For the first time that morning, Bisecta giggled; it was so like Bis to do something like this just because he could. After putting the letter over a hot stove the rest of the message was clear.

"P.S. Wait in the alley behind the office at 13:00."

She looked at the clock..12:30! Bisecta quickly locked the front door from the inside and exited from the attic window (word of her social life had reached the rest of her "friends"; they would leave this flat alone out of professional courtesy) and sped off along the rooftops.

She arrived in a quiet alley (dark, despite the time of day), but there was no sign of Bisected. All of a sudden she froze, there was someone creeping up behind her!

...but those footsteps were familiar. She relaxed as a pair of hands clamped over her eyes from behind and a voice whispered in her ear.
"Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Bisecta shut her eyes as the hands moved away and lowered her jaw. She immediatly felt something smooth pass her lips. As it became gooey against her tongue she bit down while it was still hard...mmm, toffee. She turned around to see Bisected with a broad grin plastered across his face. She would have greeted him much more loudly, if it weren't for the chocolate in her mouth.
"Bfff!"
Bisected put his finger to her lips and shushed her. Then with a wink, he handed her a key and pointed to a window above them. All of a sudden there was a creak as a fire escape opened behind them and Bisected gestured at her to get out of sight.
"There you are Bisected. What are you doing out here? I thought you didn't smoke?"
"Just getting some fresh air, guv.", Bisected replied.
"Anyway", Bisected's manager continued, "I'm afraid I need you in my office. Morithias, has some issues with the workplace and I feel it would be best if he talked them over with you."
"Well if he's in your office he can just get in the broom cupboard and tell me from that window.", Bisected snapped, pointing the the same window he'd gestured at the Bisecta.
The manager's eyes narrowed.
"...but I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, sir."
And with that they both headed up the stairs.

Climbing out from the skip she'd crouched behind, Bisecta braced herself against the alley wall and made her way towards the window.

In the manager's office, Bisected stared at Morithias.
"Hello."
"Don't play dumb with me, Bisected! Who do you think I am!"
"Well, you're-woah!", Bisected began before theatrically tripping over and falling into the cupboard door of the office, knocking it ajar. He made sure his yell was louder than the faint gasp that came from inside.
"Ahem, you're...", he continued, picking himself off the floor, "my co-worker. You sit in cubical number 8, opposite mine in the office down the hallway to the left of this one. Your cubical contains many draws, which you make a show of locking with Yale brand cylinder locks-"
"That's quite enough. As much as a bit of sarcasm lightens the mood and makes for a friendly, informal working environment you're going a bit far", the manager said without a hint of irony.
"In any case...", he continued, "...perhaps you should explain to Bisected what your issue is, Morithias?".
"He knows exactly what it is, sir", said Morithias, "I know full well that everyone tries to steal my chocolate and he thought it would be funny to snatch one of them while my back was turned!"
"I thought you were sharing them", Bisected responded, looking convincingly hurt. "You left the box, out and opened..."
"You know full well I keep them locked safely in my draw so no one else can get them. Why would you even begin to think I would share them with-"
"Well", interrupted the manager, "This appears to be a simple misunderstanding. I'll expect both of you to get back to work by the end of this lunch break. Show yourselves out."
Morithias turned to Bisected.
"I'll be watching you all afternoon! If I so much as see you heading back to the office alone I'll have your head on a..."
"Well, I was hoping to finish writing the report by the end of the day, but if you insist I guess I'll join you for lunch." And with that he followed Morithias out of the room, stopping only to look glance towards the orange eyes peeking through the crack in the cupboard door and wink.

Later that evening, was sat in Bisected's apartment reading a book, waiting. Then, as she heard the click of the latch, she dimmed the lights and hid in the kitchen. Bisected strolled into the apartment.
"Bissy, I'm back...?", he called out to the darkness.
With a giggle, Bisecta crept up behind him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Open your mouth...", she whispered.
However, Bisected gently gripped her wrists and turned around, putting his arms around her.
"We'll have those when we get back."
"From where?"
"Dinner", he said holding up a wad of cash, "We've been building up the office betting pool for the first person to take Morithias' chocolate for years."
"Do they know how you did it?" she giggled, staring into his grey eyes.
"Oh, I think they're still guessing.", Bisected said
"I suppose they think you have some sort of cute trick up your sleeve?"
"Well they're half right.", he said, "I had something cute. I don't think she'd quite fit up my sleeve though."
"One third. I may be cute, but I'm not yours.", she said sticking her tongue out.
"...oh...", he loosened his grip and shifted his head back a bit
"You're mine!", and with that she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him back in.

Hopefully my next ship will be less egomaniacal. And with less unfortunate implications. And possibly good, but don't hold your breath...

Repost, since it was on the last page.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 04:43 AM
Considering you plan to disavow knowledge of it, you really want feedback, eh? XD

How come I never get punished? What do i have to do, torture someone? :smallmad:

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 04:51 AM
Considering you plan to disavow knowledge of it, you really want feedback, eh? XD

How come I never get punished? What do i have to do, torture someone? :smallmad:

That doesn't hurt... try asking Mordy, I am pretty sure she can give you some tips on the matter :smalltongue:

Hmm...now I am tempted to write continuation to Mordy's story... of course my quality would not be even near of that of hers, but I could try. I guess I have become unhinged enough to publicly embarass myself :smalltongue:

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 05:15 AM
Considering you plan to disavow knowledge of it, you really want feedback, eh? XD

How come I never get punished? What do i have to do, torture someone? :smallmad:

All part of the plan, I'll claim it was an elaborate conspiracy by one of my many enemies (note to self: get more enemies) and use it to make them look bad. :smalltongue:

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 05:19 AM
All part of the plan, I'll claim it was an elaborate conspiracy by one of my many enemies (note to self: get more enemies) and use it to make them look bad. :smalltongue:

So, let me get this straight: you have made a plan to make your enemies, which you do not currently have, to look bad... and to do this you have staged complicated plot and actually made those enemies?

You, sir, are not David Xanatos :smalltongue:

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 05:26 AM
So, let me get this straight: you have made a plan to make your enemies, which you do not currently have, to look bad... and to do this you have staged complicated plot and actually made those enemies?

You, sir, are not David Xanatos :smalltongue:

Nonono. I plan to make those enemies independant of this plot so that I may thwart them.

Quincunx
2010-03-23, 06:39 AM
! is the symbol of the clicked consonant.

Shipwreck

Too rich. My nose couldn't take in enough of that loaded air. So my lips couldn't close, air sipping in, words slipping out.

These two, their hair pooling like melting butter--the frail one's voice had been buttery too.
"! . . . ! . . .K. . .K. . .
"Canuckistani idiot. Did you think he was the Sangraal? Out of the bowl of sin?"
Maybe so. The longer one cradled the frail like a bomb drill, covering their faces. One bullet had done for both, but the Louisianian took less of the impact. He had had to bleed out to die, and had suffered.

All slips over greased lips. No. Must reason out what happened here. This will be difficult. Those two might be Kneenibble and Admiral Walrus, but they might also be--well, one had his name eaten, which would make this justified, but the other was an innocent, which would make this not.
"Even in death--if you are dead--you are complicating my life."
Which means I have a paradox of un/suitable fate within the paradox of not being certain whose two are. Without a third paradox poised between Kneenibble and Admiral Walrus, the coupling is unstable. If I lift their buttery hair and look at their faces, what I see might blast my sanity, again. I haven't got enough to spare to deal with those two.

Another pairing. You needn't be so clinical about it. Yes, I do need. Better ground this mental energy before looking. Kiss metal. Then continue.
This pair is even more alike to one another than the other. Both supine, raw, cheap dresses torn open at the buttons, stretched like the rack, throats stretched to the point of betrayal. Hand in hand and eye to eye, even though one of them had to be first to be shot.
"I don't know you two. And that is a relief.
"That is demeaning relief. I will make it up to you later; I will learn about you. But for now, it's more important to learn about someone else. You know who."
They keep their peace. I'm grateful. They crossed the sea dividing man and woman. If they also crossed the sea dividing life and death--I haven't got the sanity to spare. Leave them. Let them sail in the ship of love.

The ship.

"Loose lips sink ships." Yes. A terrible thing, to forget.
" 'No witnesses must remain, or the task is undone.' "
Yet I am alive. Therefore I was not a witness. Therefore I was not the finger upon the trigger. I am not wholly mad, nor wholly mean.
However, that moment of communion, that empathy with the killer's thought--
"! I am shaken.
"They died for silence. Will they remain silent, just because I was shaken?"
Swoop down and grasp that grounding force. I am so shaken that the barrel clatters against the floor. Stand. Look at other things.

No tracts. No ammunition. No defilement. No sign of a cause. Nothing but normalcy and loaded air. And tenuous sanity, intruding, unwelcome, and a gun.
"You all had no witnesses to begin with. You were happy with silence.
"Your killer wanted to force words into your mouth. Yet you weren't publicized. No witnesses there either.
"And I can't remember what inspired me to visit."
No. I didn't shoot them. That would be worth remembering, and I am not wholly mad. And yet, if I shoot myself now. . .won't it be perfect closure? They will have their silence; their killer won't have. . .whatever he wanted. A gender riot after someone notices that strange couples aren't allowed to live in peace. My shooting him in retaliation, a clean-handed suicide from his own gun.

No. This is not sanity. This isn't even thought through.
But then, if he'd thought it through, he wouldn't have killed. Couldn't even create a paradox out of the raw material of a human life. That scrap of sanity can be set aside, even though it shakes me, to take another step towards--
"Nothingness.
"You died for no reason at all. You died so other people could disturb your silence. I did it myself. Forced words into your mouths.
"If the silence persists long enough--if the urge to speak and make another witness gets too strong--he'll commit suicide. Pity he won't have the gun. I'm keeping that.
"The best thing I can do for you, if I am sane, is wreck his plan, learn who you were, and bury you silently."
And, should someone else investigate, later, confess to turn the trail cold. It's mad, but rational. I hope.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 07:33 AM
Whooooooooah. VERY nice. 8D
I love how everyone knows Tropes. XD

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 07:45 AM
Gah! I need my emergency soap! The memories! :smalleek:

*looks disdraught and tries to scrub the images out of his brain*

Teehee! :smallbiggrin:


I was just talking before, but now that I think about it I like the idea. I'm thinking a joint project, mainly because I know how I want the prep sequence to go but have no clue how things will be during the post "torture" scene.

Looking forward to reading it :smallsmile: And the rest...


Hmm...now I am tempted to write continuation to Mordy's story... of course my quality would not be even near of that of hers, but I could try. I guess I have become unhinged enough to publicly embarass myself :smalltongue:

I, for one, am eager to read it :smallsmile:

And don't say it will be bad. It's my job to put myself down in the mud. Leave it to the professionals :smalltongue: :smallbiggrin:

Oh and thanks to Reinholdt for repost. Very kind of you, Reinholdt.

Closak
2010-03-23, 07:50 AM
...(Evil smirk)

*Sneaks up on Lix Lorn*

:smallamused:

*Jumps on Lix Lorn from behind*

GOTCHA! *Struck by thunderbolt*

*Falls off*

Oww... *Throws a little lizard at Lix Lorn and then runs around a corner*

:eek: Uh-oh...

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 07:55 AM
(Smirk)
You had better have a will save in the hundred's, cause i am gonna Diplomasize you til you can't stand up anymore.
(Chases)

Closak
2010-03-23, 08:01 AM
*Is currently struggling for his life against some sort of overgrown physical incarnation of gluttony*

Don't eat me! :smalleek:

Lix? Help? *Looks at Lix Lorn with cute dragon hatchling eyes*

I do whatever you want! Just get me away from this thing!!!

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 08:03 AM
Gluttony? Okay!
(Scars transmutation circle into ground. Transmutes ground into rocket launcher)

8D
I hope you have high AR. I'd hate to need to Res you.

(Rocket Launchers)
'I have a rocket launcher. Your argument is invalid.'
Ooh, and i'd totally read anything anyone posts. <3

Closak
2010-03-23, 08:06 AM
Oh thanks you so much *Licks Lix Lorn, the dragon equivalent of a kiss*

Friggin Eldritch Abominations, why do they keep popping up everywhere i go? :smallannoyed:

Uhh...Lix? Why are you looking at me like that? (Sweatdrop)

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 08:08 AM
Because I'm a pervert. Hold Person. Or Monster. I dunno, you're a dragon PC.

Closak
2010-03-23, 08:11 AM
I...think i see where this is going...

*Casts Enlarge Person on Lix Lorn*

(Smirk) :smallbiggrin::smallwink:

...(Shifty eyes)


...I feel dirty...and i think the city guard is about to go aggro on us :smalleek:

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 10:13 AM
I, for one, am eager to read it :smallsmile:

And don't say it will be bad. It's my job to put myself down in the mud. Leave it to the professionals :smalltongue: :smallbiggrin:

Oh, wait until it is finished... then you will curse my name, I would say. Even you will be horrified by the quality of this one, I think :smalltongue:

Also, I need permissions from both you and Je dit Viola for this ship. Standard procedure, you know.

Je dit Viola
2010-03-23, 10:24 AM
I'm going to be in it?

*glee!*

Of course you can get my permission.

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 10:24 AM
My permission has been given for a long time, in the Shipping Permission thread. I'm up for pretty much anything and if by any work of miracle I shouldn't be comfortable with it (and trust me, it takes quite a lot for that to happen), I'll let you know ASAP.

Long story short, permission granted! :smallbiggrin:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 11:47 AM
Probably.


(Several hours pass)

:smallamused:

Can i write a meYou ship? I just got a really good idea.

Closak
2010-03-23, 11:48 AM
Sure, go ahead.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 11:58 AM
Ossm. Do you want to be a dragon/half dragon/etc, and what colour d'ya use?

Closak
2010-03-23, 12:05 PM
Full-dragon! :smallbiggrin:

I generally don't use colors but if i must then this seems like one i could tolerate

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 12:20 PM
Black dragon?

This one? :smallconfused: What's it called?

Closak
2010-03-23, 12:22 PM
Yes, black dragon.


[COLOR="Green"]There

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 12:54 PM
Simple green. Gotcha. XD
[COLOR="Green"]

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 01:03 PM
Things clearly aren't easy for Closak. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZJxL3PrrLM) :smalltongue:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 01:17 PM
(Headdesk)
You realise i have to kill you for that joke, right?

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 01:21 PM
(Headdesk)
You realise i have to kill you for that joke, right?

...

Well you're certainly welcome to try. :smallamused:

If you can get past my almighty pun barrage, of course. :smallwink:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 01:30 PM
Energy Resistance, Mage Armour. And i have levels in a variation of Dashing Swordsman. Bring it.

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 01:33 PM
Energy Resistance, Mage Armour. And i have levels in a variation of Dashing Swordsman. Bring it.

No, you bring it. You're the one who threatened to kill me, after all. :smallamused: *is stood behind a hidden pit*

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 01:36 PM
True Seeing. Overland Flight. Greater Magic Weapon. (Draws short sword)

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-23, 01:39 PM
Pages...upon pages....of...stuff.
Not shipping o.o

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 01:42 PM
I'm writing one at this moment!

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 01:43 PM
I'm going to be in it?

*glee!*

Of course you can get my permission.

Thank you :smallbiggrin:

What is your preferred speech colour, by the way? That would be last thing I needed to know to complete my first (poor) attempt of a ship.

I think it might have been mentioned somewhere, but I have not found it... :smallconfused:

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 01:47 PM
True Seeing. Overland Flight. Greater Magic Weapon. (Draws short sword)

...can't we just talk this over?

Dallas-Dakota
2010-03-23, 01:55 PM
Uhuh, I'm sure you want to use your tongue to get out of this.:smallamused:

Soterion
2010-03-23, 01:56 PM
I got your back, Bisected. Greater Smite Good, Great Fortitude, Two-Weapon Fighting (Hand Axes), and Evan's Spiked Tentacles of Forced Intrusion. Bring it, Lix!

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 01:56 PM
...can't we just talk this over?

Sure. Get a collar, go to my room and we'll 'talk'. :smallamused:

(Also: I'm neutral. (Smirk))

Je dit Viola
2010-03-23, 02:00 PM
Thank you :smallbiggrin:

What is your preferred speech colour, by the way? That would be last thing I needed to know to complete my first (poor) attempt of a ship.

I think it might have been mentioned somewhere, but I have not found it... :smallconfused:

I actually don't care which colors, but I like 9966CC] and 669933] the best.

However, if you don't want to spend the time writing those in, then you can always choose a simpler color like "Orchid" or "Seagreen"

I'm excited to read it. :smallsmile:

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 02:02 PM
Sure. Get a collar, go to my room and we'll 'talk'. :smallamused:

(Also: I'm neutral. (Smirk))

Very well. I hope we can have a long discussion and deal with this matter thoroughly. :smallamused:

One side! I'll handle negociations. :smallwink:

*is shoved over by female!Bisected*

Well, she already has the collar...

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 02:04 PM
Now, now, it's better to have two people doing the negotiations. Both of you come along, we only need one collar. :smallwink:

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 02:08 PM
Now, now, it's better to have two people doing the negotiations. Both of you come along, we only need one collar. :smallwink:

Very well, but I have to warn you, we both know each other pretty well. Neither of us is likely to slip up. I hope you can stand your ground. :smalltongue:

Silverraptor
2010-03-23, 03:16 PM
Pages...upon pages....of...stuff.
Not shipping o.o

I did my birthday one for Curly. That has to count right?

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 03:22 PM
I did my birthday one for Curly. That has to count right?

And I am about to post another one...just waiting for Mordokai's review via PM :smallbiggrin:

Also, Kurama promised me a birthday ship, but I guess I won't get it now :smallfrown:

Silverraptor
2010-03-23, 03:39 PM
And I am about to post another one...just waiting for Mordokai's review via PM :smallbiggrin:

Also, Kurama promised me a birthday ship, but I guess I won't get it now :smallfrown:

Awww...:smallfrown: how come?

Grim ranger
2010-03-23, 03:41 PM
Awww...:smallfrown: how come?

Well, my birthday is over and there is no sign of Kurama posting a ship... :smallfrown:

CurlyKitGirl
2010-03-23, 03:44 PM
Birthday Surprise!

Curly walked up the driveway towards the house. No one seemed to remember it was her birthday. All day, she was expecting presents, cake, or even a simple 'Happy Birthday'.

But nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everyone treated her like any other day. Just talking about the latest gossip or passing her by without a second glance.

She even waited behind at work, sure that they would do something special for her. But the hours passed, and the lights were turned off. Even the nightly janitor finally left for home. And Curly sat at her cubicle, heart broken and miserable. Tears leaked from her eyes.

Now she walked up the cold hard steps to her house. She reached her house and leaned her forehead against the door. She closed her eyes in the cold evening air and sighed heavily. She had only 10 minutes of the day being her birthday before it would pass.

Slowly, she inserted her key into the lock and opened the door.

Suddenly, a great yell burst out from her door that took her in shock and suprise.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CURLY!"

It looked like everyone was there. They decorated everywhere with banners and balloons and streamers. A huge birthday cake laid on the table with a mound of presents around.

It was a chaotic, yet joyous occasion. Curly was in tears of happiness as she was hugging and celebrating with everyone. But she had one nagging problem that she needed to address.

"H-How... How did you all get in my house?"

I didn't know if you had a color you prefered Curly.

N'aaaaaaawwwwww, that's sweet. Very fluffy indeed, I don't even mind that everyone broke into my house.
And Curly prefers indigo, Rabbit tends to have dark orchid, but well, colours don't matter all that much.
Weirdly though, I'm the only person in the shipping threads and permission thread to use indigo; as far as I can tell anyway.

Silverraptor
2010-03-23, 03:45 PM
N'aaaaaaawwwwww, that's sweet. Very fluffy indeed, I don't even mind that everyone broke into my house.
And Curly prefers indigo, Rabbit tends to have dark orchid, but well, colours don't matter all that much.
Weirdly though, I'm the only person in the shipping threads and permission thread to use indigo; as far as I can tell anyway.

Alright, thanks. I'll remember that next time.:smallsmile:

Viera Champion
2010-03-23, 04:34 PM
I'll still make a late birthday ship! I'll always usually stick to my promises. They just take a while for me to get around to fulfilling them.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 05:16 PM
I'll stand my ground, question is if you can cope with it.

(Goes back to writing ship)

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 05:25 PM
I'll stand my ground, question is if you can cope with it.

(Goes back to writing ship)

We can take anything you throw at us. :smallwink:

Closak
2010-03-23, 05:31 PM
*Sits down and waits for ship*

*Wags tail like a dog*

...*Gnaws on a Dire Bear*

This should be interesting.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 05:35 PM
Ah. Good. How good are you at doing the throwing?

(Is writing, don't you fret)

ACK I NEED SOMEONE TO CAMEO AT THE END TO LIGHTEN THE TONE
Bisected? Rabbit? Curly? ANYONE? Reinholdt? Intro? :smalleek:

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 06:05 PM
Typical day in Shipping, eh? Or is today out of the ordinary? I wouldn't know, since this was my first day subscribing to this thread. Wonder how long it would be before I get shipped?

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:07 PM
Well, if you can tell me your speech colour, i can give you one line at the end of one in my next post. XD

icastflare!
2010-03-23, 06:07 PM
I am available for cameos and ships of all kind.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:09 PM
Need a coloooooooooooor~

icastflare!
2010-03-23, 06:09 PM
smexy smexy red of course

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 06:11 PM
My color is plain blue. You can use me for the cameo if you want.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:16 PM
Savior
Named for one song, and with the chorus from another by the same band. XD
Lix/Closak, with cameo by Flare.

For an interplanar venue for the meeting of minds, the playground was deeply empty.
Closak found himself walking along, claws clacking against the ground, trying to find someone to talk to. Anyone would do, really. Anyone. Even that weird one who hid under the tables all the time.

Maybe the shipping room. There were normally people in there. Nodding slightly to himself, he changed course. After all, it was only a few minutes away.

He sighed, and winced as a slight spray of acid damaged the floor. He always did that...

Ah, there was the door. He went to push it open, and stopped.
Someone was crying.

Closak froze. He didn’t know what to do with someone crying!
Especially a girl crying!

But apart from her sobs, there was no noise. He had to go in.
“Um... hi?” he said nervously, pushing the door open. The girl sitting in the middle whirled around.

“Oh, hiya Closak!” she said rubbing her eyes surreptitiously and sounding bubbly.
“Erm. Lix?” he asked slowly.
“What is it?” she said curiously. “Oh, right!” clicking her fingers and suddenly gaining silver skin and the patterning of a Howling dragon.
“Not what I meant.” he said calmly. “...were you crying?”

Don’t hold me up now
“No.” she said quickly. “Wanna go attack some elvish supremacists?”
“Not now.” he asked. “What’s wrong, Lix?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Let’s go make out!”
“...possibly also tempting. But no. If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll go ask your familiar.”
“...life just sucks sometimes.” she said, dropping the facade.

Closak frowned. He didn’t know how to fix this!
He tried to emulate the others, putting a claw on her shoulder, conciliatory.
“I’m sure everything will turn out fine.” he said.

I can stand my own ground

“I don’t need help.” she said with a sniffle. “Besides, I barely know you. I’d ask someone I knew, wouldn’t I.”
“Ohgods.” groaned Closak to himself. He concentrated briefly, changing to a mostly humanoid form to match hers, and sat next to her.
“Look.” he said lamely. “You can tell me whatever. I don’t talk much. Only really with you.”
“I don’t need help!” she insisted, pushing him away. Her voice grew loud, the walls trembling slightly. “I’m the one who gives help. The diplomat. The pillar who is HAPPY and solves the problems. I do not get my own!”

The last line was yelled, fortunately not in Closak’s direction, but for the door.
The door shattered.

I don’t need your help now

“For the love of the chromatic, Lix, listen! You don’t always have to be bright and happy! You can be depressed!” he said, shocked.
“I can’t! I can’t! If I do it then everyone’s down and if everyone’s down, who makes everything better?” she shouted, fresh tears forming suddenly in her eyes.

“I will.” he said. “I’ll help. I don’t come to you for advice, so you can feel fine asking me for it.”
“I-“ she started, angrily. “...thank you.” she murmured. She sat down heavily.

You WON’T bring me down, down, down

He sat down next to her. There was a moment’s silence, and she turned, and licked him on the cheek before blushing and looking away.

Uncomfortable silence.

“Do you still want to...” he asked slowly, before being interrupted.
“Yes.”

* * *

“Hey, anyone in the thr-huh. They actually did...” said Flare, stopping dead in the doorway. “...I didn’t even know that was POSSIBLE.”

Flare got out a notebook and began scribbling.

Sorry, Ghost, Flare beat you. XD
Response plz?

icastflare!
2010-03-23, 06:19 PM
I thought it was good. It gets my symbol of approval,because I enjoy uplifting myself.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:21 PM
WOO! ^_^
ten bottles of vodka on the wall, ten bottles of vodka! You take on down, shoot it around, one bottle of vodka wasted, you horrible person! IT DIDN'T DESERVE THAT. ;_;

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 06:22 PM
That was... quite beautiful. Don't have much to say, but I enjoyed reading that.

Closak
2010-03-23, 06:22 PM
...Hehehe *Bursts out laughing at the last line*

Oh boy.

*Whistles* :smallbiggrin:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:24 PM
:smallredface:
(Runs off dancing happily)

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-23, 06:32 PM
I lawled.
Pretty hard.

Well done, Lix.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:38 PM
:redface:
I made Rabbit laugh?

(Hides under desk)

Bisected8
2010-03-23, 06:43 PM
:redface:
I made Rabbit laugh?

(Hides under desk)

*steals desk to lean on while I regain my composure*
To answer your question; I need to regain my composure in my favorite spot. Thus I'm moving the desk.
:smallbiggrin:

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-23, 06:44 PM
::tackle pounce::
I HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR MY LONG FORGOTTEN HAREM BWAHAHA

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 06:46 PM
You'll make me jealous yet, Rabbit.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:46 PM
Heehee. (laughs)

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-23, 06:47 PM
You're more than welcome in, Mordy. :smalltongue:
Hmmm, maybe I'll write a ship tonight.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:50 PM
Yay For Ships
Especially Rabbits <3

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 06:50 PM
I wish I could write ships. But I'll leave that to the old hands.

icastflare!
2010-03-23, 06:51 PM
BLUE you have now been included onto the guest list for my next ship. Lix is also invited will be out eventually.

Mordokai
2010-03-23, 06:52 PM
You're more than welcome in, Mordy. :smalltongue:
Hmmm, maybe I'll write a ship tonight.

You do that. It will make a great wake up gift.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 06:52 PM
Woo!
Aw, you might as well try, Blue. Dun't matter how good it is if you try.

Soterion
2010-03-23, 07:05 PM
I wish I could write ships. But I'll leave that to the old hands.

Andrea Doria felt her hull tremble with desire as she watched Titanic cut with ease through the emotionally distant waters of the North Atlantic, his four smokestacks proudly erect. She wished she could get closer to him; all she needed was a little tug. But such a haughty vessel was unsinkable in these seas of love. God, why do I always fall for ocean liners? she thought. Why can't I ever settle down with a nice schooner? But she'd always been attracted to the bad boys, the ones with no lifeboats and flimsy preservers. Still, who knew? Maybe one day their hulls would touch, maybe she could be the iceberg in his path that would defrost him and make him open up. Maybe, maybe.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-23, 07:07 PM
Ohman, that's so wrong. <3 I loveit.

Silverraptor
2010-03-23, 07:07 PM
You're more than welcome in, Mordy. :smalltongue:
Hmmm, maybe I'll write a ship tonight.

Ooooo! Ooo! Pick me! Pick me!

icastflare!
2010-03-23, 07:08 PM
MY EYES MY EYES MY EYES MY EYES!!!

are you a marketing device for brain bleach?

any way it was good.

Soterion
2010-03-23, 07:14 PM
I'm probably the only person writing in the English language to ever describe the North Atlantic as "emotionally distant."

Okay, maybe Hardy.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 07:17 PM
Awesome. How long did it take you to write that? Five minutes?

Soterion
2010-03-23, 07:23 PM
About that, maybe a little less. I had to look up the correct spelling of Andrea Doria. But if you think that's good, you should read my Exxon Valdez/Bismarck ship.

Also, try Stephanie Meyer's Mary Celeste/Flying Dutchman stuff. Except I don't like how the Flying Dutchman sparkles. No to Sparkle!Ghostships!

Penny67
2010-03-23, 07:36 PM
Hi guys, haven't checked in for a while. Great job Lix :)

Viera Champion
2010-03-23, 07:49 PM
...
From now on, a lot of my ships will include Mrs. Butterworths.

Viera Champion
2010-03-23, 08:38 PM
Happy Late Birthday Grim!

Starring:
Grim Ranger
and Me

With Appearances from:
Lord of Kobolds
Lix Lorn
Aunt Jemima (the woman with her face on those syrup bottles. but with a real body)
Mrs. Butterworths (The talking woman shaped bottle. Not a real person)
and RabbitHoleLost

Grim Ramger walked up his driveway grumbling. His best friend Kurama had forgot his birthday yesterday, and that made him mad. He fumbled for his keys, and accidentaly dropped them on the ground. As he bent over to pick them up, he swore he saw something in the window. But when he stood up, there was nothing there. "Great. Now I'm hallucinating. Could this get any worse?"

As Grim opened the door, and turned on the lights, a large group of people jumped out.
"SURPRISE!!"

Grim stared at everyone in shock. Right in front of him was his best friend Kurama, grinning madly.

"Told you I wouldn't forget."

Grim smiled.
"Thanks."
He looked around. Everyone was there,
Lix Lorn smiled at him and waved from a corner. RabbitHolelost grinned and pointed to a large present from her.

Even Lord of Kobolds was there. He didn't want to be but his brother(Me, which is really true=p) Kurama, forced him to come. LoK scowled and walked up to Grim.
"I'll bring you back to team evil. Just you wait."
He said, then walked off.

As Kurama headed off to find the cake, Grim noticed an African American woman with a bandana on her head, smiling pleasantly at him. He recognized her as his Aunt Jemima.

He walked over to the syrup bottle, shaped like a woman, and picked it up. The syrup bottle shook and laughed.
"Oh ho ho. That tickles. And happy birthday by the way."

Grim was startled, and placed the syrup bottle back down.
"Oh I'm sorry Mrs. Butterworths, I didn't realize it was you. And thanks."

About then, the lights dimmed and Kurama walked back into the dining room, with a hugenormous cake. He placed it on the table as everyone sung happy birthday, except Lord of Kobolds. Grim blew out the candles, and everybody enjoyed the yummy cake.

"I made it myself.
Announced Kurama.
HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!

Please comment peoplez.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 08:51 PM
Happy birthday, Grim! :smallbiggrin:
A bit less melodrama than what I'm used to from shipping, but the simplicity looks pretty good for the context of Grim's birthday.
... LoK is your brother? I did not know that.

Viera Champion
2010-03-23, 08:59 PM
Few people do. Uber drow does, but I don't think he even comes on anymore. And Grim(I'm pretty sure) does.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-23, 09:26 PM
Does LoK still come here? I haven't seen him for a while.

Viera Champion
2010-03-23, 09:36 PM
He was on yesterday. I don't really pay attention to when he posts though. Just when he is on.

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 03:26 AM
So does anyone want this desk now that I'm done with it?

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 04:38 AM
Depends, what were you using it for?

Nameless
2010-03-24, 05:21 AM
*Bursts the door open*
*Steps in*
I'm back. :smallcool:


Savior
Named for one song, and with the chorus from another by the same band. XD
Lix/Closak, with cameo by Flare.

For an interplanar venue for the meeting of minds, the playground was deeply empty.
Closak found himself walking along, claws clacking against the ground, trying to find someone to talk to. Anyone would do, really. Anyone. Even that weird one who hid under the tables all the time.

Maybe the shipping room. There were normally people in there. Nodding slightly to himself, he changed course. After all, it was only a few minutes away.

He sighed, and winced as a slight spray of acid damaged the floor. He always did that...

Ah, there was the door. He went to push it open, and stopped.
Someone was crying.

Closak froze. He didn’t know what to do with someone crying!
Especially a girl crying!

But apart from her sobs, there was no noise. He had to go in.
“Um... hi?” he said nervously, pushing the door open. The girl sitting in the middle whirled around.

“Oh, hiya Closak!” she said rubbing her eyes surreptitiously and sounding bubbly.
“Erm. Lix?” he asked slowly.
“What is it?” she said curiously. “Oh, right!” clicking her fingers and suddenly gaining silver skin and the patterning of a Howling dragon.
“Not what I meant.” he said calmly. “...were you crying?”

Don’t hold me up now
“No.” she said quickly. “Wanna go attack some elvish supremacists?”
“Not now.” he asked. “What’s wrong, Lix?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Let’s go make out!”
“...possibly also tempting. But no. If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll go ask your familiar.”
“...life just sucks sometimes.” she said, dropping the facade.

Closak frowned. He didn’t know how to fix this!
He tried to emulate the others, putting a claw on her shoulder, conciliatory.
“I’m sure everything will turn out fine.” he said.

I can stand my own ground

“I don’t need help.” she said with a sniffle. “Besides, I barely know you. I’d ask someone I knew, wouldn’t I.”
“Ohgods.” groaned Closak to himself. He concentrated briefly, changing to a mostly humanoid form to match hers, and sat next to her.
“Look.” he said lamely. “You can tell me whatever. I don’t talk much. Only really with you.”
“I don’t need help!” she insisted, pushing him away. Her voice grew loud, the walls trembling slightly. “I’m the one who gives help. The diplomat. The pillar who is HAPPY and solves the problems. I do not get my own!”

The last line was yelled, fortunately not in Closak’s direction, but for the door.
The door shattered.

I don’t need your help now

“For the love of the chromatic, Lix, listen! You don’t always have to be bright and happy! You can be depressed!” he said, shocked.
“I can’t! I can’t! If I do it then everyone’s down and if everyone’s down, who makes everything better?” she shouted, fresh tears forming suddenly in her eyes.

“I will.” he said. “I’ll help. I don’t come to you for advice, so you can feel fine asking me for it.”
“I-“ she started, angrily. “...thank you.” she murmured. She sat down heavily.

You WON’T bring me down, down, down

He sat down next to her. There was a moment’s silence, and she turned, and licked him on the cheek before blushing and looking away.

Uncomfortable silence.

“Do you still want to...” he asked slowly, before being interrupted.
“Yes.”

* * *

“Hey, anyone in the thr-huh. They actually did...” said Flare, stopping dead in the doorway. “...I didn’t even know that was POSSIBLE.”

Flare got out a notebook and began scribbling.

Sorry, Ghost, Flare beat you. XD
Response plz?

D'awwwww. o3o

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:29 AM
Depends, what were you using it for?

Regaining my composure, as I mentioned on the previous page. :smalltongue:

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 06:49 AM
Well, seeing that this page is almost deserted for now, it seems it is good time to humiliate myself and post the ship I wrote (and which Mordy and Je dit Viola have already read). Go ahead and criticize me, I have had my day ruined by exam already so it makes no difference :smalltongue:

Shock Treatment

Cast: Mordokai (GBed)/ Grim Ranger/Je dit Viola

"I am telling you, someone needs to talk to him!"

"Why? It's not like he hasn't always been antisocial, snarky renegade... this kind of thing is actually pretty usual for Grim."

Je dit gave Mordokai a look somewhere between sarcastic and scolding.

"This time he has not shown himself in four days. Four days! That is his personal record thus far. He could have sliced his wrists for all we know! And this just happened after you" she pointed at Mordokai accusingly "dragged him to that 'birthday party'. What did you do?"

Mordokai tried her best to smile innocently at the bard and failing horribly at this defensive maneuver.

"I took him out to have great time for once. Is that such a crime? He has to be dragged into having fun, othervice he'll never even try."

"Well, whatever 'fun' you found for him, it seems it has left him completely isolated on emotional level! You need to talk it through if he is ever going to come out of his room. You are going to do that right now, as we can't have a member of the team unfit for any kind of mission because of psychological trauma!"

The paladin was already up and moving as Je dit finished, half running out of the room with unreadable expression on her face. The bard looked after her for moment and picked up her viola from nearby table, starting to play overly cheerful tune in order to relieve her annoyance. Gods, she was sick of this soap opera. Those two just did not stand being in close proximity to each other. It was well-known fact amongst the team that they were rather volatile combination of character traits when struck in the same room for longer than few minutes.

What on earth could have happened on that trip that had shaken Grim into hiding for days? Usually the worst-case scenario was that he had to be restrained from strangling the perpetually cheery paladin, and even though their rather loud discussions often ended in violence, nothing like this had ever happened before.

Je dit felt beginnings of massive headache forming even from thinking about the subject, and wisely decided to let the question rest. The important thing was that he was dragged out of there before he dropped dead from starvation.


* * *
Knock knock

Mordokai waited for moment and was not surprised at the lack of response. Grim usually never opened the door for anybody even when he was in good mood. But usually there would be at least annoyed response of "go away". There wasn't this time around.

Even the door itself was mirroring Grim's attitude towards visitors: it was made of heavy wood reinforced with steel bands, and would not have looked out of place in prison or lair of a villain. On the door was attached a sign that had turned back many a person:


"Entering unadvicable. The management does not bear responsibility for any bodily harm inflicted beyond this door"

At first Mordokai, like all the other occupants of the house, had been merely amused by the sign. A week, few failed break-in attempts, multible bruises and one broken nose had wiped off any doulbts on the seriousness of the message. The ranger did not take kindly to people entering his room and had spared no effort to make sure everyone respected the fact.

Well, it's not like he has not been bothered ever before...

The paladin pushed the heavy door and blinked in surprise when it opened without resistance. Grim had not seemingly even bothered to lock the door, proving to her beyond any doulbt that something was bothering him badly.

He is in bad way, forgetting even such a simple thing. Sune, he might be utterly merciless and emotionless in the field, but when it comes to romance he is such a kid.

She stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind herself and expecting the usual sound of gears turning in multible traps she knew he had installed just beyond the door. But even that sound was missing: the traps were silent and unresponsive even as Mordokai walked over the pieces of the floor she knew to be pressure plates that would arm them. Instead, there was other sound: faint metallic sound of whetstone sharpening steel blade.

The first of the two large rooms making up Grim's apartment was utterly devoid of light, shutters and black curtains blocking all possible light sources. The air was dusty and still as Mordokai moved carefully around the neatly ordered room, walking further in. Stepping into the second room, she finally found him.

Grim sat in old, worn chair and sharpened one of his longswords with long, smooth strokes, producing high-pitched shing every time the whetstone and metal touched. Three candles gave some light to the dark room, revealing a wall full of various bladed weapons, simple bed and stout table. Atop this spartan piece of furniture was an item that could not have looked more out of place anywhere else: small, elaborately decorated music box that was playing small, sad melody. The ranger was looking at it with look of great sorrow etched onto his face, wearing his black/red cape that nearly blended him into the shadows of the room. His dark brown hair was messed up and judging by dark rings under his eyes he needed rest. Badly. Mordokai put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot against the floorboards.

"Just how long are you going to hide here? You need to start growing up. It wasn't that bad, surely..."

Grim reacted with almost panicked speed, snapping the music box shut and hiding it inside his cape. Looking at Mordokai with half annoyed half startled look, he sheathed his longsword and walked over to the wall filled from side to side with weapons, hanging the sword carefully on hook producing from it. Turning back to the paladin, he made dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Just leave. I am too tired even to have a good fight at the moment... come back bit later and I will be more than happy to engage in usual witty banter and insults."

"No."

The ranger blinked and looked at Mordokai with mix what she interpreted as surprise, frustration and maybe even little bit of fear.

"No?"

"You need to get out of this room, loverboy. I don't know why a night of fun drove you into isolating yourself, but you will stop that now and get back in touch with rest of the world."

Grim turned his back on the paladin, his voice nearly breaking and requiring clear effort from him to keep it somehow stable.

"Bite me."

Mordokai smiled deeply, walking slowly closer to him.

"You don't seem to understand. You will do it, or I will be forced to resort to extreme measures."

Grim's face lit up with horrible realization and he swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

"I think I will take my chances with fighting this time..."

"Suit yourself, but you are merely delaying the inevitable."

The resulting fight was brief and one-sided, going solidly in Mordokai's favour and indeed merely delaying the inevitable, and not even very long at that. To Grim's defence he did not cry in pain ever once: after he had been beaten embarassingly easily he got indeed taste of extreme measures, and those elicted only cries of joy, much to his dismay.

Cries that would carry on through the evening. It was a good thing that the walls of his rooms were nearly soundproof.

* * *
"What makes you think he would come down now? You did not manage to drag him down yeasterday, despite the apparent fight you two had."

Mordokai looked at Je dit over her breakfast and grinned broadly.

"Trust me, he will come down. I did not drag him down as I didn't need to... a little persuasion was all it took."

"Horsecrap. There is no way simple persuasion could have-"

The bard froze in surprise mid-sentence as Grim walked in to the room. Or rather walked right through it, soaking wet and shirtless, his moist dark brown hair pressed against his head. He carried white towel with him, drying himself as he strode past, and winked at Mordokai and Je dit.

"Morning, ladies! Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"But-what-how-"

"I know, I know, I am out of uniform. But I though I needed a bath, you see, and I have yet to dry up."

The paladin hid her smile carefully behind raised hand, focusing on her breakfast and barely managing to hold her laughter back as whistling Grim disappeared upstairs to get dressed, leaving the bard dumbstruck.

"What did you do? What?!"

"Well, if you really wish to know..."

Mordokai leant closer to her and began to whisper silently, each word bringing increasing the look of astonishment on Je dit's face. When she got to about halfway of her painstakingly detailed description, the bard fled the room with burning cheeks.

Mordokai's smile just grew wider. This day was going to be fantastic!

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 07:39 AM
XDDDDD
That was awesome.

Now i shall hide from being complimented. ._.
:smallredface:
(hides under my own desk)

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 07:58 AM
*pats Grim on the back*

I'd say your writting stlye is much like mine, but really, it's not nice to insult a new writer like that :smallbiggrin:

I had a jolly good fun reading that and I know others will too :smallwink:

Helgraf
2010-03-24, 07:58 AM
WARNING: This thread contains romance between forum members. While kept within the PG rating of this thread, it may still disturb anyone who reads it. There has been quite a shortage of brain bleach lately, so you may have to make some of your own at home, bring the kids!

Rules:
Keep it forum friendly.
No overly sexual stuff.
Each pairing must have at least one forum member.
When posting a fic please state above the story who you're shipping.
Only post fic about people who have given their permission in either This Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=86308) or somewhere else. There is an updated list of people who have given permission linked below.
Previous thread here. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=132167)
Definition of Shipping (no, it is not to package things and send them...atleast, not in this context) (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shipping)
The Shipping Permissions List (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=5604491&postcount=264)
First Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=86244)
Second Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=89112)
Third Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=95163)
Fourth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=99321)
Fifth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=101503)
Sixth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=5679351)
Seventh Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=106862)
Eighth Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=120492)
Shipping Archive (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=101722)
GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

Where's the link to thread 9?

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 08:24 AM
*pats Grim on the back*

I'd say your writing style is much like mine, but really, it's not nice to insult a new writer like that :smallbiggrin:

I had a jolly good fun reading that and I know others will too :smallwink:

Thank you... And yes, maybe our styles are indeed similiar. I have not written many ships yet and try my best to come up with original style when I am good enough. But for now I have to write in this average one. Hopefully you don't mind, I did not intentionally try to make my writing style similiar to anyone else's :smallsmile:

And don't get all exited, I might not be so easily beatable next time around :smalltongue:

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 09:23 AM
XDDDDD
That was awesome.

Now i shall hide from being complimented. ._.
:smallredface:
(hides under my own desk)

You jumped under that desk most elegantly. :smalltongue:

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 09:33 AM
And don't get all exited, I might not be so easily beatable next time around :smalltongue:

Oh, I get it... next time you're gonna beat me, right? :smallbiggrin: :smallwink:

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 09:39 AM
Oh, I get it... next time you're gonna beat me, right? :smallbiggrin: :smallwink:

Who do you take me for? I don't hit women. I have my honour!

I am just going to either:

a) run away as fast as I can or alternatively tie you up to buy myself time to vanish from the face of the earth. Hmm, I wonder what it's like in Nine Hells this time of the year... :smalltongue:

b)have someone cast sleep on you

c) use the fact that you are paladin to my advantage, as you can't hit innocents :smalltongue:

Reinholdt
2010-03-24, 10:20 AM
Well, seeing that this page is almost deserted for now, it seems it is good time to humiliate myself and post the ship I wrote (and which Mordy and Je dit Viola have already read). Go ahead and criticize me, I have had my day ruined by exam already so it makes no difference :smalltongue:

Shock Treatment

Cast: Mordokai (GBed)/ Grim Ranger/Je dit Viola

"I am telling you, someone needs to talk to him!"

"Why? It's not like he hasn't always been antisocial, snarky renegade... this kind of thing is actually pretty usual for Grim."

Je dit gave Mordokai a look somewhere between sarcastic and scolding.

"This time he has not shown himself in four days. Four days! That is his personal record thus far. He could have sliced his wrists for all we know! And this just happened after you" she pointed at Mordokai accusingly "dragged him to that 'birthday party'. What did you do?"

Mordokai tried her best to smile innocently at the bard and failing horribly at this defensive maneuver.

"I took him out to have great time for once. Is that such a crime? He has to be dragged into having fun, othervice he'll never even try."

"Well, whatever 'fun' you found for him, it seems it has left him completely isolated on emotional level! You need to talk it through if he is ever going to come out of his room. You are going to do that right now, as we can't have a member of the team unfit for any kind of mission because of psychological trauma!"

The paladin was already up and moving as Je dit finished, half running out of the room with unreadable expression on her face. The bard looked after her for moment and picked up her viola from nearby table, starting to play overly cheerful tune in order to relieve her annoyance. Gods, she was sick of this soap opera. Those two just did not stand being in close proximity to each other. It was well-known fact amongst the team that they were rather volatile combination of character traits when struck in the same room for longer than few minutes.

What on earth could have happened on that trip that had shaken Grim into hiding for days? Usually the worst-case scenario was that he had to be restrained from strangling the perpetually cheery paladin, and even though their rather loud discussions often ended in violence, nothing like this had ever happened before.

Je dit felt beginnings of massive headache forming even from thinking about the subject, and wisely decided to let the question rest. The important thing was that he was dragged out of there before he dropped dead from starvation.


* * *
Knock knock

Mordokai waited for moment and was not surprised at the lack of response. Grim usually never opened the door for anybody even when he was in good mood. But usually there would be at least annoyed response of "go away". There wasn't this time around.

Even the door itself was mirroring Grim's attitude towards visitors: it was made of heavy wood reinforced with steel bands, and would not have looked out of place in prison or lair of a villain. On the door was attached a sign that had turned back many a person:


"Entering unadvicable. The management does not bear responsibility for any bodily harm inflicted beyond this door"

At first Mordokai, like all the other occupants of the house, had been merely amused by the sign. A week, few failed break-in attempts, multible bruises and one broken nose had wiped off any doulbts on the seriousness of the message. The ranger did not take kindly to people entering his room and had spared no effort to make sure everyone respected the fact.

Well, it's not like he has not been bothered ever before...

The paladin pushed the heavy door and blinked in surprise when it opened without resistance. Grim had not seemingly even bothered to lock the door, proving to her beyond any doulbt that something was bothering him badly.

He is in bad way, forgetting even such a simple thing. Sune, he might be utterly merciless and emotionless in the field, but when it comes to romance he is such a kid.

She stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind herself and expecting the usual sound of gears turning in multible traps she knew he had installed just beyond the door. But even that sound was missing: the traps were silent and unresponsive even as Mordokai walked over the pieces of the floor she knew to be pressure plates that would arm them. Instead, there was other sound: faint metallic sound of whetstone sharpening steel blade.

The first of the two large rooms making up Grim's apartment was utterly devoid of light, shutters and black curtains blocking all possible light sources. The air was dusty and still as Mordokai moved carefully around the neatly ordered room, walking further in. Stepping into the second room, she finally found him.

Grim sat in old, worn chair and sharpened one of his longswords with long, smooth strokes, producing high-pitched shing every time the whetstone and metal touched. Three candles gave some light to the dark room, revealing a wall full of various bladed weapons, simple bed and stout table. Atop this spartan piece of furniture was an item that could not have looked more out of place anywhere else: small, elaborately decorated music box that was playing small, sad melody. The ranger was looking at it with look of great sorrow etched onto his face, wearing his black/red cape that nearly blended him into the shadows of the room. His dark brown hair was messed up and judging by dark rings under his eyes he needed rest. Badly. Mordokai put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot against the floorboards.

"Just how long are you going to hide here? You need to start growing up. It wasn't that bad, surely..."

Grim reacted with almost panicked speed, snapping the music box shut and hiding it inside his cape. Looking at Mordokai with half annoyed half startled look, he sheathed his longsword and walked over to the wall filled from side to side with weapons, hanging the sword carefully on hook producing from it. Turning back to the paladin, he made dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Just leave. I am too tired even to have a good fight at the moment... come back bit later and I will be more than happy to engage in usual witty banter and insults."

"No."

The ranger blinked and looked at Mordokai with mix what she interpreted as surprise, frustration and maybe even little bit of fear.

"No?"

"You need to get out of this room, loverboy. I don't know why a night of fun drove you into isolating yourself, but you will stop that now and get back in touch with rest of the world."

Grim turned his back on the paladin, his voice nearly breaking and requiring clear effort from him to keep it somehow stable.

"Bite me."

Mordokai smiled deeply, walking slowly closer to him.

"You don't seem to understand. You will do it, or I will be forced to resort to extreme measures."

Grim's face lit up with horrible realization and he swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

"I think I will take my chances with fighting this time..."

"Suit yourself, but you are merely delaying the inevitable."

The resulting fight was brief and one-sided, going solidly in Mordokai's favour and indeed merely delaying the inevitable, and not even very long at that. To Grim's defence he did not cry in pain ever once: after he had been beaten embarassingly easily he got indeed taste of extreme measures, and those elicted only cries of joy, much to his dismay.

Cries that would carry on through the evening. It was a good thing that the walls of his rooms were nearly soundproof.

* * *
"What makes you think he would come down now? You did not manage to drag him down yeasterday, despite the apparent fight you two had."

Mordokai looked at Je dit over her breakfast and grinned broadly.

"Trust me, he will come down. I did not drag him down as I didn't need to... a little persuasion was all it took."

"Horsecrap. There is no way simple persuasion could have-"

The bard froze in surprise mid-sentence as Grim walked in to the room. Or rather walked right through it, soaking wet and shirtless, his moist dark brown hair pressed against his head. He carried white towel with him, drying himself as he strode past, and winked at Mordokai and Je dit.

"Morning, ladies! Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"But-what-how-"

"I know, I know, I am out of uniform. But I though I needed a bath, you see, and I have yet to dry up."

The paladin hid her smile carefully behind raised hand, focusing on her breakfast and barely managing to hold her laughter back as whistling Grim disappeared upstairs to get dressed, leaving the bard dumbstruck.

"What did you do? What?!"

"Well, if you really wish to know..."

Mordokai leant closer to her and began to whisper silently, each word bringing increasing the look of astonishment on Je dit's face. When she got to about halfway of her painstakingly detailed description, the bard fled the room with burning cheeks.

Mordokai's smile just grew wider. This day was going to be fantastic!

*blink*
*blink*
Mordokai... raped him... in order to make him better? o.o
So... wrong...

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 10:33 AM
*blink*
*blink*
Mordokai... raped him... in order to make him better? o.o
So... wrong...

I at least did not get the Flora treatment. I count myself lucky in that regard :smalltongue:

Closak
2010-03-24, 10:35 AM
*Blinks*

Rape threatment?
And it actually worked?

...
...
...


Yikes.

...Oh goddammit...*Hides under the bed*

...O_O *Screams in shock at what i found there*

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 10:41 AM
*blink*
*blink*
Mordokai... raped him... in order to make him better? o.o
So... wrong...

You know... that seems to be quickly turning into my MO... I should probably do something about it.

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 10:45 AM
You know... that seems to be quickly turning into my MO... I should probably do something about it.

Aye aye.

You need a lighthearted, fun ship every once in a while :smallsmile:

Closak
2010-03-24, 10:45 AM
...But then again, Rape Is Okay If It's Female On Male...

???: I STRONGLY DISAGREE! *Does a roundhouse kick on would be rapist and then runs*
Spike: I AGREE WITH HIM! *Attempts to strangle crazy monster woman*

...Okaaaay...

TVTROPES LIED TO MEEEE!!!

*Mutters about TV-tropes feeding me lies*

Shadow of the Sun
2010-03-24, 10:47 AM
As a victim of sexual abuse...

I honestly don't CARE.

As long as folks can seperate fantasy from reality (for example, all the Gorians in real life as folks who can't), I don't mind.

So...

Yeah.

Reinholdt
2010-03-24, 10:52 AM
You know... that seems to be quickly turning into my MO... I should probably do something about it.

At least you're not running some sort of dating service where you and Flora can pick out fresh new victims.
/random

Closak
2010-03-24, 10:59 AM
Flora who? :smallconfused:

I'm new here remember?


*Sets up cameras in odd places* :smallamused:

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 10:59 AM
You know... that seems to be quickly turning into my MO... I should probably do something about it.

Get them to sign a consent form? :smalltongue:

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 11:42 AM
At least you're not running some sort of dating service where you and Flora can pick out fresh new victims.
/random

Then again, Grim did always like to play... rough :smalltongue:

@ Grim: who knows, that may yet happen.
@ Bisected: that would probably go a long way.

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 11:54 AM
Then again, Grim did always like to play... rough :smalltongue:

Only with you, paladin, only with you :smalltongue:

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 12:49 PM
Then again, Grim did always like to play... rough :smalltongue:

@ Grim: who knows, that may yet happen.
@ Bisected: that would probably go a long way.

A long way? It's a flawless plan. FLAWLESS I SAY!

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 01:14 PM
...did Bisected just flirt with ME?
._.
That's different. (hides under desk better)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 01:28 PM
...did Bisected just flirt with ME?
._.
That's different. (hides under desk better)

No, I complimented you (in regards to the way you tried to avoid compliments for the sake of irony). Don't be such an egomaniac (I've been using that word a lot lately, haven't I...). :smalltongue:

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 01:39 PM
Well, seeing that this page is almost deserted for now, it seems it is good time to humiliate myself and post the ship I wrote (and which Mordy and Je dit Viola have already read). Go ahead and criticize me, I have had my day ruined by exam already so it makes no difference :smalltongue:

Shock Treatment

Cast: Mordokai (GBed)/ Grim Ranger/Je dit Viola

"I am telling you, someone needs to talk to him!"

"Why? It's not like he hasn't always been antisocial, snarky renegade... this kind of thing is actually pretty usual for Grim."

Je dit gave Mordokai a look somewhere between sarcastic and scolding.

"This time he has not shown himself in four days. Four days! That is his personal record thus far. He could have sliced his wrists for all we know! And this just happened after you" she pointed at Mordokai accusingly "dragged him to that 'birthday party'. What did you do?"

Mordokai tried her best to smile innocently at the bard and failing horribly at this defensive maneuver.

"I took him out to have great time for once. Is that such a crime? He has to be dragged into having fun, othervice he'll never even try."

"Well, whatever 'fun' you found for him, it seems it has left him completely isolated on emotional level! You need to talk it through if he is ever going to come out of his room. You are going to do that right now, as we can't have a member of the team unfit for any kind of mission because of psychological trauma!"

The paladin was already up and moving as Je dit finished, half running out of the room with unreadable expression on her face. The bard looked after her for moment and picked up her viola from nearby table, starting to play overly cheerful tune in order to relieve her annoyance. Gods, she was sick of this soap opera. Those two just did not stand being in close proximity to each other. It was well-known fact amongst the team that they were rather volatile combination of character traits when struck in the same room for longer than few minutes.

What on earth could have happened on that trip that had shaken Grim into hiding for days? Usually the worst-case scenario was that he had to be restrained from strangling the perpetually cheery paladin, and even though their rather loud discussions often ended in violence, nothing like this had ever happened before.

Je dit felt beginnings of massive headache forming even from thinking about the subject, and wisely decided to let the question rest. The important thing was that he was dragged out of there before he dropped dead from starvation.


* * *
Knock knock

Mordokai waited for moment and was not surprised at the lack of response. Grim usually never opened the door for anybody even when he was in good mood. But usually there would be at least annoyed response of "go away". There wasn't this time around.

Even the door itself was mirroring Grim's attitude towards visitors: it was made of heavy wood reinforced with steel bands, and would not have looked out of place in prison or lair of a villain. On the door was attached a sign that had turned back many a person:


"Entering unadvicable. The management does not bear responsibility for any bodily harm inflicted beyond this door"

At first Mordokai, like all the other occupants of the house, had been merely amused by the sign. A week, few failed break-in attempts, multible bruises and one broken nose had wiped off any doulbts on the seriousness of the message. The ranger did not take kindly to people entering his room and had spared no effort to make sure everyone respected the fact.

Well, it's not like he has not been bothered ever before...

The paladin pushed the heavy door and blinked in surprise when it opened without resistance. Grim had not seemingly even bothered to lock the door, proving to her beyond any doulbt that something was bothering him badly.

He is in bad way, forgetting even such a simple thing. Sune, he might be utterly merciless and emotionless in the field, but when it comes to romance he is such a kid.

She stepped inside, pushing the door shut behind herself and expecting the usual sound of gears turning in multible traps she knew he had installed just beyond the door. But even that sound was missing: the traps were silent and unresponsive even as Mordokai walked over the pieces of the floor she knew to be pressure plates that would arm them. Instead, there was other sound: faint metallic sound of whetstone sharpening steel blade.

The first of the two large rooms making up Grim's apartment was utterly devoid of light, shutters and black curtains blocking all possible light sources. The air was dusty and still as Mordokai moved carefully around the neatly ordered room, walking further in. Stepping into the second room, she finally found him.

Grim sat in old, worn chair and sharpened one of his longswords with long, smooth strokes, producing high-pitched shing every time the whetstone and metal touched. Three candles gave some light to the dark room, revealing a wall full of various bladed weapons, simple bed and stout table. Atop this spartan piece of furniture was an item that could not have looked more out of place anywhere else: small, elaborately decorated music box that was playing small, sad melody. The ranger was looking at it with look of great sorrow etched onto his face, wearing his black/red cape that nearly blended him into the shadows of the room. His dark brown hair was messed up and judging by dark rings under his eyes he needed rest. Badly. Mordokai put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot against the floorboards.

"Just how long are you going to hide here? You need to start growing up. It wasn't that bad, surely..."

Grim reacted with almost panicked speed, snapping the music box shut and hiding it inside his cape. Looking at Mordokai with half annoyed half startled look, he sheathed his longsword and walked over to the wall filled from side to side with weapons, hanging the sword carefully on hook producing from it. Turning back to the paladin, he made dismissive gesture with his hand.

"Just leave. I am too tired even to have a good fight at the moment... come back bit later and I will be more than happy to engage in usual witty banter and insults."

"No."

The ranger blinked and looked at Mordokai with mix what she interpreted as surprise, frustration and maybe even little bit of fear.

"No?"

"You need to get out of this room, loverboy. I don't know why a night of fun drove you into isolating yourself, but you will stop that now and get back in touch with rest of the world."

Grim turned his back on the paladin, his voice nearly breaking and requiring clear effort from him to keep it somehow stable.

"Bite me."

Mordokai smiled deeply, walking slowly closer to him.

"You don't seem to understand. You will do it, or I will be forced to resort to extreme measures."

Grim's face lit up with horrible realization and he swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

"I think I will take my chances with fighting this time..."

"Suit yourself, but you are merely delaying the inevitable."

The resulting fight was brief and one-sided, going solidly in Mordokai's favour and indeed merely delaying the inevitable, and not even very long at that. To Grim's defence he did not cry in pain ever once: after he had been beaten embarassingly easily he got indeed taste of extreme measures, and those elicted only cries of joy, much to his dismay.

Cries that would carry on through the evening. It was a good thing that the walls of his rooms were nearly soundproof.

* * *
"What makes you think he would come down now? You did not manage to drag him down yeasterday, despite the apparent fight you two had."

Mordokai looked at Je dit over her breakfast and grinned broadly.

"Trust me, he will come down. I did not drag him down as I didn't need to... a little persuasion was all it took."

"Horsecrap. There is no way simple persuasion could have-"

The bard froze in surprise mid-sentence as Grim walked in to the room. Or rather walked right through it, soaking wet and shirtless, his moist dark brown hair pressed against his head. He carried white towel with him, drying himself as he strode past, and winked at Mordokai and Je dit.

"Morning, ladies! Beautiful day, isn't it?"

"But-what-how-"

"I know, I know, I am out of uniform. But I though I needed a bath, you see, and I have yet to dry up."

The paladin hid her smile carefully behind raised hand, focusing on her breakfast and barely managing to hold her laughter back as whistling Grim disappeared upstairs to get dressed, leaving the bard dumbstruck.

"What did you do? What?!"

"Well, if you really wish to know..."

Mordokai leant closer to her and began to whisper silently, each word bringing increasing the look of astonishment on Je dit's face. When she got to about halfway of her painstakingly detailed description, the bard fled the room with burning cheeks.

Mordokai's smile just grew wider. This day was going to be fantastic!


It's very good, and funny.

A lot better than mine are, that's for sure. Plus, it's longer, which means the fun doesn't tackle you all at one time like a Football player, but rather like a millstone slowly adding more weight.



As an aside related to above posts...what's Mordokai's MO?

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-24, 02:10 PM
Good job everybody :smallsmile:

Grim, Mordokai wasn't kidding when he said you guys have a similar writing style. If I didn't know better, I would almost think he wrote it!
In anycase, I approve.
Also, in the Ship Thread, its never rape. Its surprise sex.
'Else you wouldn't be in the shipthread.

(RABBIT DOES NOT CONDONE THIS THOUGHT IN REAL LIFE. NO MEANS NO. RAPE IS BAD. JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE IS DRESSED A CERTAIN WAY OR IN A CERTAIN PLACE OR ACTS A CERTAIN WAY DOES NOT MEAN FORCING YOURSELF ON THEM IS OKAY.
And that was Rabbit's PSA of the day.)

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 02:35 PM
Oh. XD Okay. (Can't recognise flirting. Was guessing)
(back under table)

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 02:35 PM
Also, in the Ship Thread, its never rape. Its surprise sex.
'Else you wouldn't be in the shipthread.

You know, I do like the sound of it much better.

Cristo Meyers
2010-03-24, 02:36 PM
You know, I do like the sound of it much better.

...

...

...don't tempt me...

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 02:39 PM
Oh yeah, because you've been a picture perfect of a restraint so far.

Closak
2010-03-24, 02:41 PM
*Reaches under table and grabs Lix Lorn*

Hello, why are you hiding under the table?

...Uh-oh :smalleek: *Joins Lix Lorn in hiding under the table*

...This is one big table for a dragon to be able to fit under it...

What's up with the staring?

And what's that smell? :smallconfused:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 02:44 PM
It's like a bag of holding, but a table.

Cristo Meyers
2010-03-24, 02:44 PM
Oh yeah, because you've been a picture perfect of a restraint so far.

Name one thing I've done to you in recent memory. One.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 02:45 PM
Name one thing I've done to you in recent memory. One.
I love it when people say that. XD

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 02:46 PM
Define recent memory.

Closak
2010-03-24, 02:51 PM
*Listens to argument from under the table while reading the draconic newspaper*

Well well well, that's interesting...OH DEAR GODS MY EYES! *Destroys newspaper*


So Lix, now what?

And seriously, what's that smell?


I think i may be able to get part two of my story up soon, if not today then tomorrow.

Cristo Meyers
2010-03-24, 02:53 PM
Define recent memory.

Hey! You asked for that whole falling thing!

...

...and the fire ants were just a bonus!

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 02:54 PM
Oh. XD Okay. (Can't recognise flirting. Was guessing)
(back under table)

Yeah. I try to avoid such things. Mind if I join you under there? ;P

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 02:56 PM
Hey! You asked for that whole falling thing!

...

...and the fire ants were just a bonus!

Hey, I'll actually give you credit for that one. During the whole affair, you managed to show quite a restraint.

But do I really need to start counting the whole village burning, Selunite torturing and sacrificing, demon summoning and whatnot thingies?

CurlyKitGirl
2010-03-24, 02:59 PM
oO

This thread got weird.

And now, a new mini-collection.

Hemingway Shorties (All twenty words or less)

One

"I do."

"No."

Two

Wedding dress for sale, size ten, never worn.

Three

She gave him a purple hyacinth, eyes downcast.

"There's nothing to forgive."

Four

The car swerved. It hit the child.

"NO!"

Five

They ate dinner as the sun set. They never saw it rise.

Six

"I loved you from the moment we met.

"I'm sorry." He knelt at her grave and cried.

Seven

"Mummy, when's Daddy coming home."

Mummy smiled, but it looked wrong. "Daddy's not coming home . . . there was an accident."

Eight

I sat in the doctor's room, "I'm sorry, but there were complications, you had a miscarriage." My world ended.

Nine

He gripped the knife, raising it high. He stabbed his child in the neck. The blood was mesmerising.

Ten

"I can't be with you any more."

"Why?"

Eleven

AN outstretched hand trembled in pain, "Please?"

A compassionate hand reached down. "Sssh Mi'ir, I'll help you."

Twelve

A visitor came across a well-tended grave decorated with flowers and toys.

Cassie Writer
Beloved Daughter and Sister
1999 - 2000

Cristo Meyers
2010-03-24, 03:04 PM
I really liked that, Koorli. There's just something about that minimalist style.


Hey, I'll actually give you credit for that one. During the whole affair, you managed to show quite a restraint.

But do I really need to start counting the whole village burning, Selunite torturing and sacrificing, demon summoning and whatnot thingies?

Oh you just love to bring out the whole demon-summoning thing, but I didn't see you complaining when said demon was saving your backside...

Typical.:smalltongue:

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 03:06 PM
I really liked that, Koorli. There's just something about that minimalist style.

I concur.


Oh you just love to bring out the whole demon-summoning thing, but I didn't see you complaining when said demon was saving your backside...

Typical.:smalltongue:

Yeah... after the damn thing almost chewed my face right off...

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 03:07 PM
oO

This thread got weird.

And now, a new mini-collection.

Hemingway Shorties (All twenty words or less)

*snip for brevity's sake*

Good stuff. The problem with microstories is that I find that they all start to turn into snowclones after a while though...well done avoiding it. :smallbiggrin:

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 03:08 PM
Those small stories were very sad.

They (almost) made me cry, they were so sad, what with people not getting married, and people dying.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 03:11 PM
Sad now. :smallfrown:
(Cries under table)

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 03:14 PM
Aww, cheer up, Lix.

It's not that bad, becuase there's always a happy ending off-screen.

Cristo Meyers
2010-03-24, 03:15 PM
Aww, cheer up, Lix.

It's not that bad, becuase there's always a happy ending off-screen.

Well...not for number 11 there's not...

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 03:15 PM
Here's some attempts at some cheerful short stories (which are harder than you'd think it seems...or maybe I'm just a bad writer);

"But why won't you marry me?"

"Because I still need to buy you a ring."

And then, the cake theif looked up and said with a smile;

"Well it was my birthday you know."

Are we even now?"

"You know I could never repay you for what you just did for me."

"I'll never be so happy again in my life!"

She was wrong.

"Pizza delivery...£20!?"

"Keep the change kid, I've had a good day."

Mordokai
2010-03-24, 03:18 PM
Well...not for number 11 there's not...

It usually turns into a mix of drama, tragedy and comedy, with a healthy dose of action thrown in there somewhere.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 03:32 PM
That's alright then.
(Stays under table cause dragons have a lot of body heat)
Aw, they rocked, Bisected. XD (huggles)
(...while under table. O_o)

Closak
2010-03-24, 03:48 PM
From the last thread.


Tim walked out of the portal with a grim look on his face.
His clothes were torn in several places and he was bleeding from multiple cuts across his chest and arms.

As expected, Master Closak was waiting for him.

"Well, how did the training go?" He asked.

"..."

"Well?"

"I. HATE. JAWBREAKERS!" Tim roared

"I'm going to interpret that as a 'it went badly'"

"Nah, you don't say" Tim snapped.

"Really, i thought you would do better, you have dealt with worse before" Master said calmly.

"I had help that time" Tim muttered, mostly to himself.

"Yeah yeah yeah, enough with the excuses, let's fix you up" Master Closak waved a hand and next thing he knew all of Tim's injuries were gone, as was all traces of fatigue.

He continued "I have another mission for yo-"

"ALREADY! I JUST CAME BACK FOR REALITY'S SA-"

"Like i said, i have another mission for you" Master repeated after temporarily removing Tim's voice "You know that i need more troops, so i am sending you out to recruit, and i think you already know what else you are supposed to do. Anyway, i will be sending the dragon with you" With that he returned Tim's voice.

'The dragon' was a high ranking servant of Master Closak, who for some reason had the same name as him, Tim never really thought about it.
Either way, being paired up with him was...unusual to say the least, that dragon was usually kept on stand-by so having him sent out on a mission did not happen very often, and when it did he was usually sent by himself.

"You will be going now, and no, you do not have anything to say about it" Master Closak said "Dragon Closak will meet you there"

Next thing Tim knew he was sent flying through a portal into another reality.

Darn it, the master had bullrushed him, AGAIN.



Well, here we go, my second pathetic attempt at writing a story.

Chapter 2
Tim landed on the rocky ground, face first.

Normally this would have hurt a lot, but after all the stuff he had gone through during his servitude to the Master it would take considerably more than a 5 feet drop to actually do anything to him.

It was still humiliating though.

As he sat down to wait for the dragon to arrive he began to think about the situation.

It had been...what was it? 900 or so years since he had been recruited? Yeah, that was.
Apparantly the Master didn't like the idea of his servants keeling over from old age so those who did not already have it were granted eternal youth the moment they entered his service, this was neccesary because the training period for joining the ranks was nearly 300 years by itself, and seeing as how people usually did not live that long...

It should be noted that the Master was OLD, supposedly he had been around long enough to witness the universe die and be reborn multiple times...which would peg him as some sort of elder horror, minus the active malevolence.

Tim never did understand just why he needed servants in the first place, with all that power he had why could he just not do everything by himself?
That question had been bugging him for quite a while now.

And he didn't stop at just a few servants either, he had a whole army of them, each individual powerful enough to challenge a lesser god.
Hundreds of entire pocket dimesions created specifically to hold trillions upon countless trillions of people of all manner of different races, from humans to dragons to elves to orcs and who knows what else...let's just say it was a really freaking big army.

And he was constantly trying to make that army grow even bigger, recruiting new people from other realities, encouraging people to breed, and occasionly creating another pocket dimension when it started getting cramped.
He had apparantly been at it for over 50 billion years, and since no one ever died from old age it was likely at least a few of the other servants had been around that long.
All in all, at 900 years old Tim was considered young, weak and inexperienced despite having the power to blow a continent halfways across the solar system. Courtesy of hundreds of years traveling between different realities and fighting alongside the heroes of said realities, you tend to pick up a few tricks after a while.

All that power, and he had almost been done in by candy of all things.
If that wasn't humiliating then he didn't know what was.

However, nothing he knew hinted at why Master Closak was doing this.

The scale of things was starting to give him a mild headache from thinking about it too much.

It was at that moment that Dragon Closak finally arrived.

"You are late" Tim muttered without looking at him.

"Watch your tone youngling" The dragon wheezed...wait a sec...he only wheezes like that when in pain.

Tim turned around.

"HOLY HELL! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!"

The dragon was covered in cuts and bruises, large gashes running along his sides, and it looked like one wing was broken, not to mention the second degree burn wounds covering half his body.

"Guess...three times" He hissed as the portal disappeared behind him.

"...Don't tell me it was 'her' again"

"Oh yes it wa- OUCH" He wheezed, one of his wounds having started bleeding again.

"...Crap...Here, let me help you with that" Tim walked up to the dragon and started casting a wide variety of healing spells "So what happened?"

"The usual, we tracked her down, and she killed everyone else and left me at the bottom of a ravine, same as last time"

"Typical, i'm starting to think we never be able to kill her"

"Nah, you don't say sherlock!"

"How about we just drop the subject and get on with the mission already? We are supposed to look for individuals that may be worth recruiting" Tim said.

"Good idea" The dragon answered, flexing his newly healed wing.

They looked around, the area they were looked familiar to Tim now that he actually bothered looking around.

"If this is the world i think it is..." He said "Then there should be a town to the west of us...should, who knows what's happened in the last 50 years"

"Let's just get moving already, the sooner we finish this up the better i say"

Err...

And there goes chapter 2.
Yay for exposition chapters...?

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 03:52 PM
That's alright then.
(Stays under table cause dragons have a lot of body heat)
Aw, they rocked, Bisected. XD (huggles)
(...while under table. O_o)

Thanks *returns huggle* *kisses Lix on the cheek and comes out from under the table*

Grim ranger
2010-03-24, 04:07 PM
Guys... I think I will hide until next year or maybe even bit more. Second warning in my time here, major this time... I really don't want to leave these forums because I am an idiot. I will just stay quiet from now on. If I have to leave here because I have written idiotic crap that insults the forum's rulebook, I understand it... I just want to say I am sorry to everyone on the chance I will be kicked out for good. You have been good friends, thanks for everything. :smallfrown:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 04:13 PM
...would i be right in thinking that was flirting?
(Drags under table again, pushes Closak to adjacent one and places curtains around. Censored.)

Closak
2010-03-24, 04:18 PM
Lix, What the? *Get's dragged in* GAH!


And i still don't know how much i screwed up with the story :smallfrown:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 04:19 PM
...
Not what i meant.
(Shrugs)
(pulls Bisected and Closak in, genderswaps one or both.) The more the merrier.:smallamused:

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 04:22 PM
I'm feeling pretty good about this. ;3

Closak
2010-03-24, 04:22 PM
More surprise sex?

Huh...


[Many hours later]


...*Looks around* What a mess, it's gonna take days to clean this up :smalleek:

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 04:23 PM
Aww, I'm sorry, Grim.

On the off chance...

It was nice knowing you. :smallsmile: But don't worry; it isn't that bad. You just have to be more careful with all your posts now.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 04:26 PM
Hours? DAYS.
Grim, it'd be sad to lose you. DX

Closak, it looked osm to me! ^_^

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 04:31 PM
No complaints here. :smallwink:

*snuggles up to Lix and Closak*

And good luck Grim. :smalleek:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 04:46 PM
(Huggles)
^_^

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 04:52 PM
(Huggles)
^_^

Woah, careful. That feels a bit weird while I'm GB'd. I mean having pressure on my chest...

...actually...carry on. :3

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:05 PM
Hugs are good for the soul!
(Hugs everyone)
(At once)

((Physics just broke))

Asta Kask
2010-03-24, 05:09 PM
http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i27/superbleeder12/huggles1.jpg

You mean like this?

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:11 PM
Hugs are good for the soul!
(Hugs everyone)
(At once)

((Physics just broke))

It was worth it for that ~huuuuuuuug~. :smallbiggrin:

Hey, look what I can do without any physics! *jumps onto ceiling*

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:18 PM
BUNNIES FIX EVERYTHING
(Physics works)

...
(Watches Bisected, planning to laugh at her pain.)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:24 PM
BUNNIES FIX EVERYTHING
(Physics works)

...
(Watches Bisected, planning to laugh at her pain.)

...I know that look....

YOU WANT TO JOIN ME! Come on, it's easy. Just use your finely honed, theif exclusive gymnastics skills and there's no way you can get injured! *pulls Lix up to the roof* It's fun up here! *pecks Lix on the cheek*

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:26 PM
Uh. My primary levels aren't in Rogue.
(Clings)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:29 PM
Uh. My primary levels aren't in Rogue.
(Clings)

I know. :smalltongue:

Hey everyone, I've got cookies. Just stop what you're doing and climb down from any roofs you may be hanging from and come and get one if you want it! ^_^

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:32 PM
COOKIES

(Manages to negotiate difficult obstacles and stands in front of with palms upwards in front of)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:37 PM
COOKIES

(Manages to negotiate difficult obstacles and stands in front of with palms upwards in front of)

I knew you could do it! *hugs* Yes. Let's go with that.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:40 PM
I can read white text you know.
(casts Fly and goes Flying into Closaks arms, crying)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:45 PM
I can read white text you know.
(casts Fly and goes Flying into Closaks arms, crying)

So can I. You were going to enjoy watching me get injured.
*sits and mopes*

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:49 PM
I'd have healed you after...

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 05:51 PM
I'd have healed you after...

I was going to help you down.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 05:57 PM
Yeah, but i'm a drama queen.
(Runs and cries)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 06:10 PM
Yeah, but i'm a drama queen.
(Runs and cries)

I'm sorry. 3:
*hugs and gives more cookies*

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 06:13 PM
COOKIES MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER
(Hugs)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 06:14 PM
COOKIES MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER
(Hugs)

Yay!
*glomp*

By the way, if cookies mean forgiveness, what can I get for more cookies?

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 06:21 PM
Guess. :smallwink:
(Noms cookies)

Bisected8
2010-03-24, 06:33 PM
Guess. :smallwink:
(Noms cookies)

Hmm? :smallredface:

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 06:35 PM
I'll come with you.
(Shot)

Sleep well. XD

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 06:51 PM
*subtly convinces Lix to write a Ship based on what has happened between Lix and Bisected, on this page*

Seriously, you should.

Although, if you don't want to do it, I might do it in several hours.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 06:53 PM
It's way too late for me to do it now... but if you wanna that'd be awesome. <3

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 06:56 PM
Okay, I'll try. In fact, I'll start in less than four hours, and finish in less than five.

'kay?

Goodnight!

Lix Lorn
2010-03-24, 07:02 PM
Awesome! <3
(hugs)
Yeah, i'll be asleep by then. I'll read tomorrow!

Penny67
2010-03-24, 07:36 PM
I volunteer to be in one of these :)

\/ DO IT!

and put me in it

Silverraptor
2010-03-24, 07:44 PM
Wow. Alot happened since I was last on. I feel like I should write another ship, but what? Continue on of my unfinshed self glorifying stories? Or make up a whole brand new one?
...
...
..Hmmm... I can't decide.

Reinholdt
2010-03-24, 09:13 PM
Guys... I think I will hide until next year or maybe even bit more. Second warning in my time here, major this time... I really don't want to leave these forums because I am an idiot. I will just stay quiet from now on. If I have to leave here because I have written idiotic crap that insults the forum's rulebook, I understand it... I just want to say I am sorry to everyone on the chance I will be kicked out for good. You have been good friends, thanks for everything. :smallfrown:

You got a warning for the ship you wrote? :smallconfused:

Blue Ghost
2010-03-24, 10:01 PM
Aww Grim... :smallfrown:

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 10:58 PM
Sorry that it's rather long.

Lix Lorn
Bisected
Making Cookies Bisected, knight, was walking down the hallway, when he noticed poor Lixie crying in a corner. "Oh, hey. What are you doing over there all alone?"

"Nothing..." the sorceress sniffled. "Just nothing."

He crouched down next to her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, a comforting smile strewn across his face.

At his smile, she couldn't help but smile back. His perfectly white teeth, his perfect smile that made other girls faint when he tossed one to them. "Thank you," she said, giving him a gentle hug.

During the hug, Bisected snuck in a kiss. It was a short one, just on the corner of her lips. Just a peck, really. Lixie blushed - that was the closest she had gotten to a full kiss. All other men avoided and feared her, due to what happened to the first man, who got a little too rough.

After sitting in silence for a couple hours, Lixie needed to break the tension. She felt that it was so awkward, the silence. So quiet that you could hear the birds chirping outside, the bulls ramming into the gates, the river trickling across the way. "Hey," she said. "I learned a new spell, which changes the color of your hair. Do you want me to show you it?"

Without waiting for an affirmative, the magician started to cast it on the knight. It was, of course, a little clumsy since it was only her third time casting it.

A bright light surrounded them, and, when the light abated, Bisected had turned female. Lixie bit her lower lip, praying that Bis wouldn't get mad. That's not how the spell was supposed to go...maybe she messed up a word? Maybe she waved her hands funny?

She didn't get mad. Instead, she wore a confused face, then looked down. Poked them. "Well. Those are new. Was that supposed to happen?"

Lixie smiled. "No, but I think you look pretty good, regardless." She drew the newly-female into another cuddle-hug, a smile on her lips, trying to think of a way to reverse the spell. Darn it, removing hexes was next week's lesson!

Halfway through the hug, Bisected stopped hugging and said, "Well, this feels weird. My chest, I mean. So heavy, like I'm wearing armor again, but without the cool metal."

She began thinking. "There's something I've always wanted to do, though. Bake cookies. And now I can do it, because now people won't think I'm weird." She got up and went towards the family-sized kitchen, and started to make little gingerbread men and women, then set the timer and left to go to the attic, to find something old and lost.
__________________

After a couple minutes, Lixie decided to find where the new girl went off to. She looked in the kitchen...nope, not there. She looked in the music room...nope, not there. She looked in the..."Hey, Lix! I'm up here!"

She looked up towards the knight. "How did you get up there?"

Rather than telling, Bis decided to show Lix. She threw a scrawny rope down. "Climb up!"

"I never was a good climber," she mumbles. Rather than climbing, she instead tied the rope around her waist.

Bisected shrugged, and pulled the thinner girl up, before giving her a second kiss. This one was further from the lips, but it was still good and it made the sorceress blush. She stared in Bisected's eyes for what seemed forever. Silently communicating, sharing their innermost thoughts. Only to be interrupted by a loud BEEEEEEEP!

Bisected turned away, and looked down. "Oh, my cookies are done." She forgot to add 'be right back', before leaping down to the floor again. Oh well, Lix would understand. She ran off towards the kitchen, to keep the cookies from burning.

Lix watched her knight leave. "What if he doesn't come back?" she said to herself "What if he leaves me like all the others?" Tears started to trickle down her face. After a couple minutes of Bisected not coming back, she started to slowly climb back down the rope. Near the bottom, she slipped, and hit the ground. Tears rained down her face once again, as she closed her eyes in sadness.
__________________

Bisected ran back, carrying a plate of cookies, whistling once again. Seeing Lixie lying on the ground made the genderbent knight drop the plate. It shattered on the floor, but she didn't care. She ran up to Lix. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked.

Opening her eyes once again, the sorceress looked up at her knight. "I am now."

"I made some more cookies. Do you want some?"


There! What do you think?

Blue Ghost
2010-03-24, 11:06 PM
:smallsigh: What madness have I gotten myself into?
It's quite good. A bit weird, but not more so than the other ships I've read so far. I suppose I would like it more if I were more familiar with the people involved.
How did Lix mess up a simple cosmetic spell so badly? A gender-change spell is extremely difficult, and almost impossible to cast by accident. Who gave Lix the recipe for that spell? (Making this all up as I go along, of course. :smalltongue:)

Penny67
2010-03-24, 11:08 PM
Sad/happy ending is Sad/happy.

needs sequel, it was so good, viola :)

Blue Ghost
2010-03-24, 11:10 PM
Well, since I'm in this now, I might as well go all the way. For my first ship, I'm planning on pairing Penny and Viola, as that needs to be done (if it hasn't been done before). Approval/suggestions?

@V: I did? :smalleek: *checks spellbook frantically*

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 11:10 PM
Well, you gave it to her, Blue Ghost. Who else would've?

I don't know how she messed up that badly, though. You might have to ask her when she wakes up.

And...a sequel might happen if there gets to be too much random talking and not enough Ships. So, I hope that a sequel isn't made, and that Ships come out good enough.


((No, it hasn't been done, and yes, I do give permission. And Approval.

I have permission in the Shipping permissions Thread, which I might edit in a link))

Link here: :smallbiggrin: (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=86308&page=12)

Penny67
2010-03-24, 11:15 PM
Yay :)

:redface::biggrin:

Blue Ghost
2010-03-24, 11:17 PM
All right, I will start on this as soon as I know how. It will probably take a few days, and don't expect anything spectacular, since I am very bad at this kind of writing.
So, to make sure that I don't get your characterizations way off, can you give me some basic facts about yourselves? Speech color, personality quirks, race... :smalltongue:

Helgraf
2010-03-24, 11:22 PM
So, Curly, still want to do that thing together?

Penny67
2010-03-24, 11:23 PM
Pink is my color :) Adorable Human, but mall sized.

I can shapeshift into a doggy

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 11:26 PM
Well, you can do any speech color you want for me. But I like (in an order of best - almost best) Color=#9966CC, then Color=#669900, followed by "Seagreen" and then "Orchid" So, take your pick. :smallsmile:

No, it's not in white text.
Eyecolor is bluegreen. It's pretty neat, really. Depending on the lighting and my mood, they're either blue or green.

. (http://media.photobucket.com/image/demon%20princess/IceQueen5647/demon_girl.jpg)
Quirky characteristics: I like music. Does that count?
Personality: Usually happy. When I'm not, I pretend to be happy regardless.

And my race is hidden somewhere on this post.

Blue Ghost
2010-03-24, 11:32 PM
YESSSSS! MINE AT LAST! Now, for your alignment... :smallamused:

Expect my progress on the ship to be very slow, and the end result disappointing. Might possibly find that I'm not up to the task. On the other hand, I might find that I have a hidden talent as a shipper.
Well, good night, everybody. *casts double the usual wards around dwelling*
(Once you're a shipper, you can never be too careful.)

@V: I looked at both. And yes, I do like the second one better.

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 11:35 PM
((Did you look at the old pic that I put up, or the one that I editied in?

Because I like the look of the second one better. Less evil-looking))

And, no. You can't have my alignment, because you didn't ask for it. :smalltongue: And because it's mine. You can get your own alignment.
It's Chaotic ♥, by the way

Penny67
2010-03-24, 11:38 PM
Now I know.

Cause knowledge is power.

And somehow that makes you more sexy.

Je dit Viola
2010-03-24, 11:46 PM
Sorry, kid, but it'll never work out.
1. You're too young for me.
2. You're 10 years younger than me.
3. You're a decade younger than me.
4. I don't have a time travel/genderbending thing handy. And I'm pretty sure you don't either.
5. I can't think of any good reasons, so I'm just saying the same one over and over.

RabbitHoleLost
2010-03-24, 11:58 PM
Viola's legal?!
SWEETNESS.
...
Oh. But not into girls.
Sadness.
:smallfrown:

And I'll get into writing ships again.
I think I'm in another dry spot.


::hugs for Grim, also::

Je dit Viola
2010-03-25, 12:08 AM
Yup, I'm 19!

In fact, my birthday (was, and still is, for the next half-hour) today. At least, in my time zone.


And, writing Ships again is good.

Soterion
2010-03-25, 12:11 AM
H-h-happy Birthday!

Grim ranger
2010-03-25, 12:37 AM
Happy birthday... I would sing the traditional song for you, but I don't dare to raise my voice too much around these parts anymore :smallfrown:

Jesse Drake
2010-03-25, 12:41 AM
Well, I'm giving another shot at shipping- I haven't written anything in a long while, so I hope this works.

Characters- Fullbladder, Grim, Mordokai, Viola, and myself-

The Fun Center

The Fun Center was a place unlike any other. There were rides- all sorts of them. Big ones, small ones- fast ones slow ones. There was putt putt, there was a very large arcade- an entire dimension dedicated towards- fun.

Now, there were those who abused the right to have fun. And every now and then a small group would rise, and try to squelch the fun of others. It was a sad fact, but not everyone liked to have fun.

So, with all the fun fighters out there, there had to be an elite group of guardians of the Fun Center. Beings bound by the laws of the park, the four current "Knights of Fun" were Fullbladder, a dark attorney and business man, he protects the park with his hybrid magic and science fueled machines-

There was Mordi, a lovely young knight in silver armor- she rode atop a special hoverboard, shaped like a pegasus. It was part of her gimmick. Then there was Grim the cyborg, was a regular tinman, which drove Mordi nuts. She was so full of passion, and Grim could care less.

And finally, finishing up the odd group was Drake- a crimson winged, fur faced, mohawked gunslinger with a strange penchant for electricity. He liked to shock his victims, and he liked to shock himself. Though that wasn't so shocking, really. There were stranger things in the Fun Center-

Like the mysterious dungeons of Fun.

--------------

It was a day like any other. Drake woke up, and wondered what to do. He decided to get some nachos and cotton candy. "That stuff will rot your teeth-" Those words echoed in the back of his mind, but he paid them no heed. After all, when you've got a full access card, you eat what you can.

The day went on, as usual. Old couples, young couples, children, teenagers- there was a place in the Fun Center for everyone. It seemed too perfect some times. In fact, it might have been. But no one cared, really. It was just too damn fun.

There was one event that stirred things up a bit. On the Tri Dimension's Largest Merry-Go-Round, there was a terrible incident.

"It's a strange thing. Someone seems to have gathered all the rabbits from the petting zoo, and is stampeding them across the Merry-Go-Round." Grim delivered the news, and yet, didn't seem to care. "I'd stop them, but it's my break."

Drake sighed. He approached the area, and saw a red-haired demoness, playing her viola, causing the rabbits to scurry about, which in turn caused a few people to trip. The nerve.

"So, has it been 6 weeks already?" Drake asks casually, drawing a large pistol from his side.

The lady giggled and said "I couldn't resist. You guards are so awesome!"

Drake drew out a few stun bullets, then loaded them up. "Well, Violet, I hate to do this to you, but you've got to go."

"Aw, come on! I paid for my entrance- that includes free range with the petting zoo."

Drake lowers his gun, then pulls out a small deck of what appears to be brightly colored cards. He pulls one out, a green one, and flicks it into the air. It dissolves, and turns into a large sign. With a point of his finger, he zoomed into one line- "134- No removing the animals from the Fun Center Petting Zoo".

Violet giggled again. "Oh, well, rules are meant to be broken." Her notes became sharper- and the rabbits started to bounce around like crazy. "Well, if you want them back."

Drake was encased in rabbits- he threw them off, but they just kept coming. So he did what he had to, and shot her with a stun bullet. She fell, stopped playing, and the rabbits eventually died down.

Drake then drew out a yellow card, and tapped it on his arm. It turned into a scroll. "Violet, I hereby ban you from The Fun Center, and Fun Zone, The Fun Center's side dimension, for...

"Two months." The scroll turned into a bunch of floating symbols, which then hit Violet, and shunted her into another dimension.

A dark giggle echoed around the area for a few seconds afterwards.

Grim threw down his cup, which then vanished, thanks to The Fun Center's trash disposing tiles. "The red card bans them for life you know." Drake just smiled. She'd be back in two months-

----------------

The Boss and Fullbladder often held private meetings in his labs. What they did was a mystery to everyone. But when Fullbladder didn't show his face all day, leaving the other three to deal with "Free Kid Katilsday" all by themselves, Drake decided it was time to talk with The Boss. But he accidentally walked in on a conversation he soon wished he hadn't.

And to make things worse, Rexy, the tiny robosaur watchdog that Fullbladder built, started barking when he spotted Drake. Drake tried to take off, but Fullbladder saw him. "Damnit! We've got to act early. Set up the rides 3, 15, 23, 62, and 1089."

------------------

Drake flew to the others. They kind of laughed at him. "Did the little bunnies hit you too hard?" Laughed Mordi. Grim laughed a poor excuse for a laugh. He was trying.

"Listen, we've got big troubles..." As he said that, five large rides rose into the air. People were being shaken off left and right, but when they hit the ground, they created a small wormhole that dropped them back ten feet higher, only with some sort of featherfall spell on them.

The others believed him now, but it wouldn't be enough. The machines formed into large robots, that all stood there- except the center one. It formed into a stage, and on that stage, Fullbladder stood there, in an mock Elvis suit.

The outer two robots now drew out large speakers, and the inner ones provided Fullbladder with better lighting. Then he started to sing.

Mordi cringed. "Okay, maybe you were right. He's awful."

Je dit Viola
2010-03-25, 12:51 AM
Happy birthday... I would sing the traditional song for you, but I don't dare to raise my voice too much around these parts anymore :smallfrown:

It's okay. I'll just imagine you singing. (Bari, Tenor, or Bass?) (Or Contra?)

Or...you could play the xylophone. But it's alright. I'll just imagine you singing.



Well, I'm giving another shot at shipping- I haven't written anything in a long while, so I hope this works.

Characters- Fullbladder, Grim, Mordokai, Viola, and myself-

The Fun Center

The Fun Center was a place unlike any other. There were rides- all sorts of them. Big ones, small ones- fast ones slow ones. There was putt putt, there was a very large arcade- an entire dimension dedicated towards- fun.

Now, there were those who abused the right to have fun. And every now and then a small group would rise, and try to squelch the fun of others. It was a sad fact, but not everyone liked to have fun.

So, with all the fun fighters out there, there had to be an elite group of guardians of the Fun Center. Beings bound by the laws of the park, the four current "Knights of Fun" were Fullbladder, a dark attorney and business man, he protects the park with his hybrid magic and science fueled machines-

There was Mordi, a lovely young knight in silver armor- she rode atop a special hoverboard, shaped like a pegasus. It was part of her gimmick. Then there was Grim the cyborg, was a regular tinman, which drove Mordi nuts. She was so full of passion, and Grim could care less.

And finally, finishing up the odd group was Drake- a crimson winged, fur faced, mohawked gunslinger with a strange penchant for electricity. He liked to shock his victims, and he liked to shock himself. Though that wasn't so shocking, really. There were stranger things in the Fun Center-

Like the mysterious dungeons of Fun.

--------------

It was a day like any other. Drake woke up, and wondered what to do. He decided to get some nachos and cotton candy. "That stuff will rot your teeth-" Those words echoed in the back of his mind, but he paid them no heed. After all, when you've got a full access card, you eat what you can.

The day went on, as usual. Old couples, young couples, children, teenagers- there was a place in the Fun Center for everyone. It seemed too perfect some times. In fact, it might have been. But no one cared, really. It was just too damn fun.

There was one event that stirred things up a bit. On the Tri Dimension's Largest Merry-Go-Round, there was a terrible incident.

"It's a strange thing. Someone seems to have gathered all the rabbits from the petting zoo, and is stampeding them across the Merry-Go-Round." Grim delivered the news, and yet, didn't seem to care. "I'd stop them, but it's my break."

Drake sighed. He approached the area, and saw a red-haired demoness, playing her viola, causing the rabbits to scurry about, which in turn caused a few people to trip. The nerve.

"So, has it been 6 weeks already?" Drake asks casually, drawing a large pistol from his side.

The lady giggled and said "I couldn't resist. You guards are so awesome!"

Drake drew out a few stun bullets, then loaded them up. "Well, Violet, I hate to do this to you, but you've got to go."

"Aw, come on! I paid for my entrance- that includes free range with the petting zoo."

Drake lowers his gun, then pulls out a small deck of what appears to be brightly colored cards. He pulls one out, a green one, and flicks it into the air. It dissolves, and turns into a large sign. With a point of his finger, he zoomed into one line- "134- No removing the animals from the Fun Center Petting Zoo".

Violet giggled again. "Oh, well, rules are meant to be broken." Her notes became sharper- and the rabbits started to bounce around like crazy. "Well, if you want them back."

Drake was encased in rabbits- he threw them off, but they just kept coming. So he did what he had to, and shot her with a stun bullet. She fell, stopped playing, and the rabbits eventually died down.

Drake then drew out a yellow card, and tapped it on his arm. It turned into a scroll. "Violet, I hereby ban you from The Fun Center, and Fun Zone, The Fun Center's side dimension, for...

"Two months." The scroll turned into a bunch of floating symbols, which then hit Violet, and shunted her into another dimension.

A dark giggle echoed around the area for a few seconds afterwards.

Grim threw down his cup, which then vanished, thanks to The Fun Center's trash disposing tiles. "The red card bans them for life you know." Drake just smiled. She'd be back in two months-

----------------

The Boss and Fullbladder often held private meetings in his labs. What they did was a mystery to everyone. But when Fullbladder didn't show his face all day, leaving the other three to deal with "Free Kid Katilsday" all by themselves, Drake decided it was time to talk with The Boss. But he accidentally walked in on a conversation he soon wished he hadn't.

And to make things worse, Rexy, the tiny robosaur watchdog that Fullbladder built, started barking when he spotted Drake. Drake tried to take off, but Fullbladder was him. "Damnit! We've got to act early. Set up the rides 3, 15, 23, 62, and 1089."

------------------

Drake flew to the others. They kind of laughed at him. "Did the little bunnies hit you too hard?" Laughed Mordi. Grim laughed a poor excuse for a laugh. He was trying.

"Listen, we've got big troubles..." As he said that, five large rides rose into the air. People were being shaken off left and right, but when they hit the ground, they created a small wormhole that dropped them back ten feet higher, only with some sort of featherfall spell on them.

The others believed him now, but it wouldn't be enough. The machines formed into large robots, that all stood there- except the center one. It formed into a stage, and on that stage, Fullbladder stood there, in an mock Elvis suit.

The outer two robots now drew out large speakers, and the inner ones provided Fullbladder with better lighting. Then he started to sing.

Mordi cringed. "Okay, maybe you were right. He's awful."

It's cute! I like it.

Really fun, and it made me smile.

Jesse Drake
2010-03-25, 01:04 AM
Thank you- though I'd like to think of it less cute, and more dark and creepy. Well, it was in my head at least. I wouldn't be caught dead in The Fun Center.

Je dit Viola
2010-03-25, 01:09 AM
Okay, it's not cute, then.

It's manly, very manly.

Bisected8
2010-03-25, 03:27 AM
Sorry that it's rather long.

Lix Lorn
Bisected
Making Cookies Bisected, knight, was walking down the hallway, when he noticed poor Lixie crying in a corner. "Oh, hey. What are you doing over there all alone?"

"Nothing..." the sorceress sniffled. "Just nothing."

He crouched down next to her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, a comforting smile strewn across his face.

At his smile, she couldn't help but smile back. His perfectly white teeth, his perfect smile that made other girls faint when he tossed one to them. "Thank you," she said, giving him a gentle hug.

During the hug, Bisected snuck in a kiss. It was a short one, just on the corner of her lips. Just a peck, really. Lixie blushed - that was the closest she had gotten to a full kiss. All other men avoided and feared her, due to what happened to the first man, who got a little too rough.

After sitting in silence for a couple hours, Lixie needed to break the tension. She felt that it was so awkward, the silence. So quiet that you could hear the birds chirping outside, the bulls ramming into the gates, the river trickling across the way. "Hey," she said. "I learned a new spell, which changes the color of your hair. Do you want me to show you it?"

Without waiting for an affirmative, the magician started to cast it on the knight. It was, of course, a little clumsy since it was only her third time casting it.

A bright light surrounded them, and, when the light abated, Bisected had turned female. Lixie bit her lower lip, praying that Bis wouldn't get mad. That's not how the spell was supposed to go...maybe she messed up a word? Maybe she waved her hands funny?

She didn't get mad. Instead, she wore a confused face, then looked down. Poked them. "Well. Those are new. Was that supposed to happen?"

Lixie smiled. "No, but I think you look pretty good, regardless." She drew the newly-female into another cuddle-hug, a smile on her lips, trying to think of a way to reverse the spell. Darn it, removing hexes was next week's lesson!

Halfway through the hug, Bisected stopped hugging and said, "Well, this feels weird. My chest, I mean. So heavy, like I'm wearing armor again, but without the cool metal."

She began thinking. "There's something I've always wanted to do, though. Bake cookies. And now I can do it, because now people won't think I'm weird." She got up and went towards the family-sized kitchen, and started to make little gingerbread men and women, then set the timer and left to go to the attic, to find something old and lost.
__________________

After a couple minutes, Lixie decided to find where the new girl went off to. She looked in the kitchen...nope, not there. She looked in the music room...nope, not there. She looked in the..."Hey, Lix! I'm up here!"

She looked up towards the knight. "How did you get up there?"

Rather than telling, Bis decided to show Lix. She threw a scrawny rope down. "Climb up!"

"I never was a good climber," she mumbles. Rather than climbing, she instead tied the rope around her waist.

Bisected shrugged, and pulled the thinner girl up, before giving her a second kiss. This one was further from the lips, but it was still good and it made the sorceress blush. She stared in Bisected's eyes for what seemed forever. Silently communicating, sharing their innermost thoughts. Only to be interrupted by a loud BEEEEEEEP!

Bisected turned away, and looked down. "Oh, my cookies are done." She forgot to add 'be right back', before leaping down to the floor again. Oh well, Lix would understand. She ran off towards the kitchen, to keep the cookies from burning.

Lix watched her knight leave. "What if he doesn't come back?" she said to herself "What if he leaves me like all the others?" Tears started to trickle down her face. After a couple minutes of Bisected not coming back, she started to slowly climb back down the rope. Near the bottom, she slipped, and hit the ground. Tears rained down her face once again, as she closed her eyes in sadness.
__________________

Bisected ran back, carrying a plate of cookies, whistling once again. Seeing Lixie lying on the ground made the genderbent knight drop the plate. It shattered on the floor, but she didn't care. She ran up to Lix. "Hey, are you alright?" she asked.

Opening her eyes once again, the sorceress looked up at her knight. "I am now."

"I made some more cookies. Do you want some?"


There! What do you think?

Aww, how touching. :smallbiggrin:

Lix Lorn
2010-03-25, 05:35 AM
<3 I loved it. Though I do need to write one where i'm NOT depressed. XD
The fun centre was fun. <3 I wanna go.

Nameless
2010-03-25, 06:01 AM
Viola's legal?!

No.

It's a lie.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-25, 06:25 AM
Like the cake?
(Ships ViolaCake)

Nameless
2010-03-25, 06:26 AM
Like the cake?
(Ships ViolaCake)

Yes, Viola's a cake. *noms on*

Bisected8
2010-03-25, 06:27 AM
Hmmm (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CargoShip), I've heard worse ideas.

Nameless
2010-03-25, 06:33 AM
Hmmm (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CargoShip), I've heard worse ideas.

Ahhhhwww, Now I'm hungry. :smallannoyed:

Mordokai
2010-03-25, 06:44 AM
Viola's legal?!
SWEETNESS.

Mothers, hide your sons, Viola's coming to town.

Lix Lorn
2010-03-25, 07:13 AM
:smalleek:
Don't link me to TvT! I'll *never* get out!
(Runs and hides)
...
Hiding is kinda my thing, isn't it? :smallfrown:

Grim ranger
2010-03-25, 07:29 AM
:smalleek:
Don't link me to TvT! I'll *never* get out!
(Runs and hides)
...
Hiding is kinda my thing, isn't it? :smallfrown:

What, running and hiding? You would be surprised how many of us do it around here...

Bisected8
2010-03-25, 07:36 AM
:smalleek:
Don't link me to TvT! I'll *never* get out!
(Runs and hides)
...
Hiding is kinda my thing, isn't it? :smallfrown:

Bwahaha! Mine is an evil laugh. :smallamused:

And I'm sure that you're simply plain sight challenged.