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Hmmmmm...I only just noticed how often V is being used for these crack pairings. I need to write my own...
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2009-11-16, 05:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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They look like they'd be fun to poke.
On a random tangential note I'm actually playing as an elf wizard in a PBP game here (The similarities between my character and V pretty much end there. For one thing, my character has a clearly defined gender.). There's a running gag with her that involves...Extremely sensitive ears. It's too funny (And too easy) to pass up.My webcomic!
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It's been a bit, GitP. If you're reading this, you're either digging through old stuff, or I've posted for the first time in forever.
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Tieflings have the same problem with their tail.
Of course, you can't strangle someone with your ears, so I'd say they're better off than elves.Formerly known as Discord here and Maladin on avatarspirit.net.
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2009-11-16, 06:20 PM (ISO 8601)
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In the name of Emperor...
I present Chapter 4!
--- Vaarsuvius x Ciaphas Cain - Chapter 4 ---
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A sound of thunder split the air, accompanied by a brilliant flash of light. Commissar Ciaphas Cain was nearly left blind and deaf, and he found himself left with ringing ears and spotted vision. The Ork, however, was much worse off. For as it had fallen towards Vaarsuvius, intend on disemboweling the puny Elf, it had subjected to a point blank lightning strike to the face. V had simply raised her hand towards the Ork, and unleashed a concentrated dose of her arcane might into its skull. The Lightning Bolt had caught the Ork completely off guard, and done its job with frightening efficiency.
The spell had only been in effect for a split second. The lightning had swiftly arched from V's hand and into the Orks face, from which point the current had carried on and looked for an exit point. The surge of energy had ran from the Ork's head, into its chest, up its arm, and then into the most conductive thing it could find - the sword. Almost as soon as the lightning had left V's hand and entered the Ork's face, it errupted from the tip of the Ork's sword in a shower of sparks, and spider-webbed into the air above them in an awe-inspiring display of what could happen when nature and the arcane worked in tandem. The force of the lightning strike was enough slow the Ork's momentum, and it landed limply on its back at V's feet. Its smouldering form twitched a few times, and then laid still. The Ork's brain had been cooked, its heart had ceased to beat, and the majority of its central nervous system had been seared - it was very much dead.
Cain could barely believe his eyes. He'd only seen such power in the hands of powerful Psykers, and this Eldar didn't seem to even think twice about throwing it around casually. "That was..." Cain gulped nervously, "Impressive."
"Thank you," V acknowledged him in a nonchalaunt manner. She then looked up at the top of the trench, surveyed the area around her, and then arched an eyebow. "Is the assault at an end already?"
"I... uh... I'm afraid so?" Cain answered sheepishly. He wasn't sure if the Eldar was confused, or dissappointed. And if it were the latter, he didn't want to be the one that ruined her fun. "We're not in a heavily contested area, so the Orks in this section do not have the vast numbers to spare that they usually posses. Their last few assaults were similar to this, consisting of a handfull of Boyz and possibly a Nob."
"Just a handfull, you say?" V turned to face the man, who was still sitting in the mud feebly trying to hold up the strange weapon in his hand. "Why do they not just charge this position en masse? Wouldn't that be more effective?"
Cain found himself trying not to laugh at the thought of Orks using "effective" tactics. "Because Orks do not work that way," he replied with as much of a straight face as he could muster. "They don't fight to win. They fight for fun. I would assume that they attacked us in waves as some sort of contest. Most likely to see who could last longest, kill the most "humies," or make the most noise. If any of them saw your display of power, they'd probably forget about the game and just try to come get in on the action themselves."
"But I don't hear anything," V cocked her head the side slightly, noting that she found herself unable to make a Perception check, even though she could hear quite clearly. "What does that mean?"
"It means that was the last wave," Cain smiled, inwardly releasing a sigh of relief. "Which would also explain why it was so small compared to the others, and why there were no Gretchin amongst them."
"What is a Gretchen, dare I ask?" V asked, ever-curious about this new world and its occupants.
Her answer came in a form she did not expect.
Vaarsuvius suddenly found herself thrown forcibly forward. She wheeled about as she flew to the ground, and landed on her back. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly discovered a strange creature perched on top of her chest. It looked like some sort of midget goblin, or a rather angry gremlin. Small and green, with long pointy ears and burning yellow eyes, the small creature let out a shrill cry as it raised a crude dagger over its head. V realized, to her horror, that if she didn't have to make attack rolls, neither did this thing. All it had to do was bring the knife down, and she was dead. There was no time to cast a spell, and the strange man was probably caught off guard as much as she was. Just as the creature brought the knife down towards her face - it exploded.
The Gretchin was hit by a burst of angry red beams. Las rounds strobed across the trench, catching the small goblinoid creature in the head and torso. The force of the impacts sent its charred remains violently cartwheeling off to the left, and the knife dropped harmlessly into the mud next to V. She blinked dumbly, trying to grasp what had just occured. She turned over slightly, and looked towards her right. Sprawled out in the mud several feet from her lay the unconscious man she'd seen when she'd first arrived, though he was now wide-awake and holding a long, clunky metallic object in his arms. Covered in mud and a fur-lined uniform, the man's face was a mixture of messy hair and skin conditions. V didn't know if she should thank him, or recoil in horror. "That's a Gretchin," he remarked without much emotion, and his breathe made V's head spin.
"Ah! Jurgen!" Cain exclaimed, struggling to rise to his feet. "I'm happy to see you're awake! I was quite worried about you..." Perhaps he was over-exhaggerating, but he knew better than to let Jurgen feel unimportant or unappreciated. The man had saved Cain's life many times over the several decades they'd spent together, and he deserved to think he was cared about. "Nice shooting, by the way. How did you know not to shoot the Eldar?"
"You hadn't shot her yourself, sir," Jurgen responded with his usual flat tone and pragmatic logic. "I thought you had a reason for keeping her alive."
"Er, of course!" Cain exclaimed. "Excellent deduction, Jurgen..."
"If we're done dealing with the... what did you call them? Boyz and Gretchin? Perhaps you would not mind answering a few questions I need answers to..." V chimed in as she rose to her feet from the mud. "Prestidigitation..." she muttered, and her robes instantly became spotless and clean.
"Careful, sir..." Jurgen warned, "She might be trying to trick us. You know how the Eldar are..."
"Fear not, Jurgen. I know fully well the perils of dealing with the Eldar..." Cain did his best to put on a grim and brooding expression. He then turned towards V and flashed a smile. "You did help us, though, so I suppose I must owe you something. I'll tell you what I can, though some answers are best kept secret. Classified information, you know..."
"Right, of course..." V pretended to know what he was talking about. "First of all, who are you?"
"My name is Ciaphas Cain, Commissar and servant of the Emperor," Cain grinned.
"You forgot 'Hero of the Imperium,' sir..." Jurgen added.
"Thank you, Jurgen..." Cain smiled nervously. "I don't think she needs to be bothered with such petty details, though..." Especially since she might decide such petty details made him a good target for assassination. "And this is Ferik Jurgen, my aide-de-camp. We're currenly serving with the 57th Cadian, on the planet of Dakka Dakka Tree, ror DDT for short."
"Dakka Dakka Tree?" V arched an eyebrow yet again. "What does that mean?"
"Its an Ork world. "Dakka Dakka" is an Ork phrase, and "Tree" is supposed to be "Three," if our translators are to be believed. It is currently being used a spring-board for WAAAAAAAAGHHH!! attacks, so the Imperium has decided to remove it from the Orks' possession. "Remove the head, and the body dies." You know the old saying..." Cain explained.
"Fascinating..." V scratched her chin, listening to the information she was being provided with. "And the Imperium... is...?"
Cain and Jurgen both looked at each other with dubius expressions. "I though the Eldar were supposed to be smart?" Jurgen eyed V with suspicion.
"As did I..." Cain narrowed his eyes. "Is this some sort of joke?"
"Oh yes, I'm pulling you leg, Mister Commissar," Vaarsuvius frowned. She was starting to lose her patience. "I don't even know what that means, either. And what is an Eldar, and why do you keep calling me that? I'm not an "Eldar," I'm an Elf."
"Elf?" Jurgen looked at Cain.
"I've never heard of it, either," Cain shrugged. "Maybe its an Eldar term? She doesn't know what a Commissar is, so I suppose we can't be expected to know what an Elf is, either..." Cain then turned his attention back towards V. "A Commissar is a loyalty officer, tasked with keeping the servants of the Emperor concentrated on their objectives and away from the foul lure of the Enemy," he explained proudly.
"The Emperor? The Enemy?" V shook her head. "I assure you, Sir Cain, I have no comprehension of anything you speak of."
Cain and Jurgen looked at each other incredulously. "Something here isn't right, sir..." Jurgen tightened his grip on his lasrifle. "What if its a trick?"
"It could very well be, Jurgen..." the Commissar eyed the Elf suspiciously. "Amberley did say the Eldar are mysterious and hard to understand."
"Again, you talk of things I don't know about as though I should," V frowned. "Who is this Amberley you refer to? Maybe she could give me better answers..."
Dead silence followed. Finally, Cain spoke up. "You want to talk to Amberley?"
"Sure, why not?" V threw her hands in the air, her patience finally reaching its limit. "Would she be able to answer my questions better than you?"
"Well, she is an Inquisitor in the Ordo Xenos, so you are right up her alley..." Cain scratched at one of his sideburns, slightly confused. "But she's not on this planet, or even this system. It might take her days, or even weeks to get here..."
"I do not appear to have any other choice. I doubt I'll get anywhere with the Orks, so my only option seems to be going with you and waiting for this Amberley..." V sighed.
"Well, in order to do that, you'll have to... uh... say we captured you," Cain smiled sheepishly. V simply stared at him. "If we don't give a good excuse as to why you're with us, all three of us will be shot. You for being an Eldar, and us for being traitors and working with you. But if you're our "prisoner" and we say we're holding on to you until Amberley shows up, it will remove a large number of questions people might ask."
V sighed. "I suppose I do not have much of a choice in this matter. Very well. I surrender," she hissed sarcastically.
"I think she's upset with you, sir..." Jurgen muttered.
"I do believe you're right, Jurgen..." Cain nodded, praying she didn't grow too annoyed and decide to turn him into a guinea pig for her next experiment with Warpcraft. "I suppose we should find a Vox unit and call in the situation..." Once Jurgen helped him to his feet, the two men began to search the trench for a radio system.
"Is there some sort of rulebook or starter guide I can just flip through?" V sighed as she followed after the Commissar and the Imperial Guardsman.
--- End Chapter 4 ---
I'm hungry, and my girlfriend is waiting for me at dinner. So I didn't have time to proof-read. Sorry for any typos!Anemoia: Nostalgia for a time you've never known.
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2009-11-16, 06:28 PM (ISO 8601)
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No, I really do like it. Though I'm sure I would enjoy it more if I actually understood things more than V.
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2009-11-16, 06:35 PM (ISO 8601)
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No, I mean I already enjoy it, but if I understood the universe I'd probably enjoy it even more.
On a random note: Hm. Silverraptor hasn't been here in a while. Hope he's okay.My webcomic!
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Hooray! More stories. Again, everything was great, and I agree. We need more humorous oneshots. I do like serious, doom and gloom type stuff, but laughter is still pretty fun.
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2009-11-16, 08:19 PM (ISO 8601)
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Phew. Alrighty. Short update, but they can't all be novels. And I didn't have much of a chance to edit, so it may be a little shoddy, but finals are coming up, so...
Spoiler“Oh dear elven gods…”
“By the Dark One…”
Vaarsuvius and Redcloak both reached out and held each other’s hand tightly, completely uncaring about Tsukiko’s presence.
The abandoned desert town lay in the valley they gazed upon, the sand stained with blood, and people, both goblin and humanoid, lay in desolate carnage. Broken bodies, some belonging to children and elderly, were strewn across the ground, dark against the sand’s beige.
There were familiar faces among the fallen.
“What are you guys looking at?”
Neither the mage nor the cleric could tear their eyes away. Redcloak made a simple sweeping motion towards the bloodshed, completely silent.
Tsukiko stepped up next to them, frowning towards the bodies. “I don’t see anything.”
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Both the goblin and the elf looked up and stared at Tsukiko, shocked. The Theurge frowned in confusion, taking another cursory glance around the stone room they had come into, noting that the phosphorescence wasn’t present in the rock anymore. “Are you talking about the light? Sure, it’s bad, but I don’t see any ‘shock’ issues with it…”
“Tsukiko, I’m not in the mood for your games.”
“What games?!” Tsukiko walked forward to the center of the room, holding up her hands. “There’s nothing here!”
She turned around only to see that her companions had disappeared.
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Vaarsuvius frowned in confusion when the Theurge disappeared. “Redcloak…”
“I saw.”
Redcloak subconsciously wrapped his arms around the elf, drawing Vaarsuvius close with a protective growl rising in his chest, ears twitching with wariness and confusion.
He caught himself a moment later. Marveling at the weird turn of behavior within him, he let the mage go, clearing his throat and not noticing the slightly guilty expression on his lover’s face. “Sorry. Anyway, it looks like the dungeon took her away. I’m not worried about her. She can handle herself, and it doesn’t look like this place is targeting her for trauma.” …Like it is for us.
Both Vaarsuvius and Redcloak stared down at the battlefield.
The elf took the goblin’s hand again, allowing a small squeeze of comfort. “It is only further proof that none of this is real. Let us continue—as the horrors mount, it should be a sign that we are closer to our goal, whatever it has transformed into at this point.”
“You’re right.”
They stayed still for a while before finally forcing themselves to start the arduous trek down into the carnage.
Vaarsuvius was well-aware of the fact that Redcloak had much more trauma associated with battlefields and the strewn bodies of men, women, and children. Keen pointed ears were able to pick up the slight hitches in the goblin’s breathing, eyes able to pick out tense muscle spasms, as if Redcloak meant to run or break down.
The elf gently ran a hand across the goblin’s shoulders, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “None of it is real, Redcloak. Simply illusions.”
The goblin didn’t look soothed. His only eye was glazed over with memory and Vaarsuvius could feel his body trembling. Was he suffering a flashback?
The elf was far too well-versed with that torture. Something had to be done. Enemy or no, the mage refused to let the cleric suffer the mental agony that came with memories of blood and helplessness.
Vaarsuvius forced them both to stop sharply, quickly moving so the small elven body was in front of the broad goblin one, violet eyes glaring at a single gold circle. “Redcloak.”
Redcloak jerked slightly, somewhat roused from whatever memories were running through his head. Vaarsuvius cupped his face gently in cold hands, making sure that the goblin was not staring at the bodies. “The past is done. You will not forget about it, but you can move on. Remember that it is over.”
Vaarsuvius realized that they both could use such advice, but the elf only wanted Redcloak to listen.
The goblin was silent, but the film was gone from his eye, his gaze instead fixing on his lover’s face. He slowly slipped his arms around the elf’s waist, burying his head in a small shoulder and saying something too low and guttural for the elf to understand through the muffling. Just as suddenly as he had started holding Vaarsuvius, Redcloak released the elf, looking considerably calmer and eyes staying away from the bodies on the ground.
“Let’s go.”
Vaarsuvius didn’t know that the thing Redcloak had murmured mere moments before was ‘I love you.’
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Elan kicked his legs over the side of the stone wall he was sitting on, eyes filmed over and mouth fixed in a vacant smile. He was talking lowly. To people who weren’t there. People by the names of ‘Nale,’ ‘Haley,’ ‘Mom,’ and ‘Dad.’ Sometimes other names were there. ‘Roy.’ ‘Durkon.’ ‘Vaarsuvius.’ ‘Belkar.’
The observer didn’t care.
Darkness enveloped Elan, pulling him inside, but his smile remained in place.
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Aarindarius remembered why he usually remained in his tower. He hated trying to needle people.
He had found seven people in all of his two weeks of searching that had sighted his apprentice and her mysterious party. Only a handful had been able to point him in any direction at all.
But he could sense a heavy concentration of magic. Illusory magic, if he ventured a guess. Its presence settled in his bones, strong with the scent of rosewood.
He decided to try that first.
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The creature cradled its bundle lovingly, stroking the cloth that clothed it, spinning slowly on the branch it stood on. Someone whimpered pathetically on the ground, lightly clawing the bark to get the creature’s attention. Wind blew the hanged bodies gently like wind chimes.
The creature glanced down, noting the blood on the other being’s hands. The creature made a small gesture, dismissing.
The someone at the base of the tree struggled to wail, but it was unable to.
The creature simply smiled.
The someone’s mute torment continued.
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The prolem is I'm not using Inkscape but Corel Draw -it's not so easy with this program . I present You two versions of my new banner -with white background and without, howewer I wasn's able to directly copy "help spread the love" there. Does somone know what is the name of original font used there?
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Curiouser and curiouser...
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Your local Cleric.
Cleric of the Murphy's Law Thread
(yes, that is possible)
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Your local Cleric.
Cleric of the Murphy's Law Thread
(yes, that is possible)
"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines."
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Okay, quick explaination for those who need it...
V got zapped into Warhammer 40K. You don't really need to know everything, but here are a few things that might help:
-Ciaphas Cain is a Commissar. He's tasked with keeping the Imperial Guard troops in line and loyal. He's supposed to be brave and heroic, and be an example to his men. In reality he's a scoundrel and a coward, but nobody realizes this. Through sheer luck and charisma, he's become a Hero of the Imperium, and everybody always expects him to save the day.
-Jurgen is Cain's assistant. Everybody hates him, because he lacks personal hygiene, has various skin conditions, doesn't possess manners, and just makes people uncomfortable. Secretly, he's a Blank - he cancels out Psychic and Warp-related energy when he gets too close to it.
-The Imperial Guard is the massive armed forces of the Human Imperium. They have one simple strategy: "Kill it 'til its dead." They just shoot and/or blow stuff up until its no longer a problem. It doesn't matter how many men or bullets it costs them, the enemy will eventually be defeated, if not by strategy than by sheer numbers.
-The Warp is 40Ks version of Hell. Demons and Chaos forces come from there. Psychics (called Psykers) and some aliens, such as Eldar, are able to harness the energy of the Warp to do reality-bending acts. Psykers, who can only do it due to genetic mutation, run a major risk when they use Warpcraft - they could die, mess up the spell, or have a demon come clawing its way out of their skull. Eldar don't have this problem - they're naturally able to do Warpcraft.
-Orks are big green brutes who like to shoot and stab stuff for fun. "WAAAAAAAGGHHH!!" is their main battle cry, which means anything from "CHARGE!!" to "WAAAAARR!!" depending on the context of the situation. There's really not much to Orks...
-Amberley is an Inquisitor, something of the Imperium's version of a CIA Agent. Specifically, she is part of the Ordo Xenos, and deals with aliens and alien conspiracy.
Any other questions?
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So Eldar are like elves? Or do they just look similar?
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The Eldar are basically space elves. The race is very technologically advanced, and very mysterious. They're very rare, and actually drawing closer and closer to extinction. The Imperium fears and loathes them, although the Eldar aren't actively hostile towards them. The Eldar don't really care about the Imperium - they only care of their own business, and if the humans get in the way, pity on them. Eldar are also the most psychic race, with Farseers acting as part of their leadership. A Farseer is basically a powerful Eldar psyker who can see into the future, and knows how every little action, no matter how minute, will affect the threads of Fate.
Considering that V can shoot lightning from her hands like its nothing special, she'll probably be assumed to be a Farseer, or something of the sort.
Btw, Games-Workshop guide to Eldar... http://www.games-workshop.com/gws/co...04&aId=2500018
They basically look like Elves, only most of them have dark hair and dark eyes, and an overall aura of creepiness about them.Anemoia: Nostalgia for a time you've never known.
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...So basically V's in trouble right now.
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Yes and no. She's now considered one of the most hated beings in existance, in the eyes of humanity. But she's also considered one of the scariest beings in existance, so everybody will likely be too scared to do anything about it.
Any more questions? I'm more than happy to answer them...Last edited by Lycan 01; 2009-11-16 at 10:41 PM.
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Nah, I'm good now, thanks. I'm sure you'll answer everything else when you continue the story.
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I had a cookie.
That was it, actually. Since I'm so blah right now, I haven't had much appetite all day. I might make some Easy Mac in a minute...
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Dangit, now I'm hungry!
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To the dice roller! Da-da-dum da-da-dum da-da-dum-dum-DUM!
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Re: Crack Pairings 3 - 50% More Squick
I never get anything good...
And I want to do something simple and funny, like Mr. Scruffy with V's ears. But I can never come up with anything funny or simple like that...Anemoia: Nostalgia for a time you've never known.
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2009-11-16, 11:13 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Crack Pairings 3 - 50% More Squick
Well, I often get ideas from really random and crazy stuff that goes on around me. Not to mention that my brain's train of thought..."Tangled" and "Convoluted" cannot even begin to describe it.
As it is, that V/Mr. Scruffy sketch was inspired by:
1. A running gag in a PBP game I'm playing (My character is an elf; there's a running gag that if her boyfriend strokes her ears, she turns into putty)
2. Kitty McEarbitey at the animal shelter. (That was unbelievably entertaining and adorable to watch. And I got him adopted! )My webcomic!
Currently DMing:
Tales of Aequar: Runite's Rise IC
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Playing Natalia Bolts,Jadeite Nocrius, and Soren Lowell
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2009-11-16, 11:14 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Crack Pairings 3 - 50% More Squick
*scratches chin and thinks deeply*
Hm...
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*shrugs*
I got nothin'...Anemoia: Nostalgia for a time you've never known.
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2009-11-16, 11:17 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Crack Pairings 3 - 50% More Squick
Well, sleep on it. I'm sure you'll think of something.
My webcomic!
Currently DMing:
Tales of Aequar: Runite's Rise IC
OOC Map
Playing Natalia Bolts,Jadeite Nocrius, and Soren Lowell