Crack Pairings 3 - 50% More Squick

[Lawyergoblin]

Water-smurf, (I hope that is right) that spawn-fic was great. I haven't been on for a while and couldn't reply earlier. I can't wait for the next one. Good job!

[Sstoopidtallkid]

We're a crack pairings thread. If we serve tea, then it's from one of those variety packs with lots of equally weird flavours that all seem to be an acquired taste.

And it's probably spiked with something anyways.

Also, Zanaril? Wow.

[Zanaril]

Also, Zanaril? Wow.

Glad you liked it.

[Cracklord]

Great work. You can really feel the emotion.

[The Dark Fiddler]

I loved the story, Z. I think it was brilliant, and now I want more.

Oh well.

Still, it's a shame that only one V fought Zykon at a time. You'd think with two of them, the battles might be a bit easier, but oh well.

I so wish we could have a banner of that story.

[Aaron]

HaleyxVxV

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Vaarsuvius sat cross-legged on the bed, attention fixed on the book that lay open on the covers. The elf was ignoring the sounds of celebrations that could be heard from outside, the laughing, the music, the occasionally firework. Humans amused themselves so frequently with celebrations, what was another new year when you had already seen more than a hundred of them? And of course, no amount of partying could surmount the enjoyment of a good book.

The patter of light footsteps sounded from the corridor, but elf neglected to look up even when they stopped outside the door. The door opened and then slammed shut. There was a brief pause.

“You’re back soon. How was your walk, did you see-“ Vaarsuvius looked up. “What is wrong?”

Leaning against the door with a look of utter horror written across delicate features was an identical elf. It looked just about ready to throw up.

“That little creep.” The elf finally managed to mutter.

They were almost identical, at least. The Vaarsuvius sitting on the bed closed the book, putting it aside, and a face that was ever so slightly softer twisted into a concerned frown. “I assume you’re referring to the Halfling?”

“The little psychopath kissed me!” the elf by the door spat, and as if to leave no doubt of his feelings about the incident, he wiped his mouth furiously with the back of his sleeve.

The other Vaarsuvius’s face went through an odd series of expressions, and then without warning, she burst out laughing. She hurriedly raised a hand to her mouth, attempting to hide the helpless grin and failing.

“It’s not funny! Urgh, I can still taste second-hand beer.” He wiped his mouth again, scowling at the elf sitting on the bed.

“Sorry, it was just the look on your face.” The tone was apologetic, but her purple eyes were still sparkling with mirth. “I believe there is some mouthwash in the bathroom cabinet.” The other Vaarsuvius looked grateful and hurriedly disappeared into the en suit. The sound of gargling was soon heard.

“So how exactly did this… event occur?” There was an audible smirk behind the words. “I hope you exacted the appropriate retribution.”

The male Vaarsuvius reappeared, now looking less nauseous and merely annoyed. “Unfortunately it is poor sportsmanship to target an opponent who has inebriated himself to the point of unconsciousness.”

“I am beginning to gain a clearer understanding of the proceedings.”

“Be assured I will make every effort to get my own back over the course of the next few days, weeks, months and possibly years.” The elf stepped over to the chest of drawers and rummaged around in the top drawer until he found a small bottle. He uncorked it and took a large swig.

“Careful now. After all, alcohol is what caused the situation initially.”

“That and unsavoury human customs.” He grimaced, and replaced the bottle back in the drawer. “This is required to further remove the taste from my mouth.” He turned around and started slightly when he found his doppelganger standing inches away. She was smiling.

“I see. You are referring to the exchange of a kiss at the start of the New Year? That was several minutes ago, but as they say, better late than never.” Leaning forward, she locked lips with the other elf. The kiss was happily returned and he brought his hands up to rest lightly on her waist, accepting the gesture that was an unspoken apology. After a long moment, they parted.

“I have to revise my opinion; it’s not unsavoury in the slightest.”

“But only if I am the one doing the kissing, I should hope.” The elf said, crossing the room and sitting down on the bed, the other elf following suit.

“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Let’s just say that I look forward to helping with the imaginative revenge that you are sure to come up with.” She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling their slender bodies together.


If someone had told Haley a few weeks ago about amount of loneliness that the inability to communicate could incur, she would have dismissed it as mere hyperbole. But now she had come to realise just how important the need to make yourself understood could be, how much she needed to be able to tell others things. As an absurdly secretive person by both nurture and nature, this realisation came as a harsh surprise.

It wasn’t Elan’s fault, of course not. She couldn’t expect him to take the initiative, especially since she had never made any real effort to make her feelings known back when she could talk. Did Elan return the feelings, she wondered? Even if he did, it’s was likely that he would never take it on himself to raise the issue. Elan was like that; he was a people person, charismatic and as far away from shy as you could get, but he was also like a child, eager only to please and always happier when he first had approval of his actions. She shook her head sadly. If anything were ever to happen between them, it would surely be up to her to start it.

These thoughts, of course, did nothing to abate the utter loneliness she was currently feeling. The city-wide party was still at full throttle as she made her way back to the inn, but for her all the heart had gone out of it. Maybe she could go and see V. Her friend had almost certainly taken a similar attitude and would be sitting somewhere quiet with a book. Maybe they could even go and find a quiet bar and get roaring drunk, assuming Haley could sufficiently communicate that with hand gestures.

The rogue made her way along the corridor to the elf’s room, and knocked on the door. After a full minute’s wait Haley let out a silent sigh. The elf wasn’t there. It seemed that everyone was enjoying the evening more than she was.

She was about to leave when a barely audible snatch of words reached her ears. “...leave if we ignore them...” Haley frowned in confusion, and briefly wondered if she had the wrong room. No, it was right at the end of the corridor, there was no mistaking it. Out of roguish habit, Haley tried the door handle, and almost jumped in surprise when it turned easily. Well this raised an important question; was her respect for the privacy of others stronger than her curiosity?

Haley smirked and pushed open the door.

There was a long moment between the door opening and the elves – who were enthusiastically making out – noticing the human standing there gawping. For Haley, it was an extremely awkward moment, not only because of the obvious embarrassment of the situation, but also because she knew without a doubt that the image of the two elves playing tongue hockey would be running across her mind for a very long time. Oh boy. Maybe if she closed the door quietly enough...

“Miss Starshine!” Upon noticing her, the two elves tried to move apart from each other, which was easier said than done since they both had their hands tangled up in each other’s robes. An identical blush started to spread across their faces.

There was another awkward moment, and then the two of them tried to speak at the same time.

“I -“

“-that is to say, we-“

“-can explain!” They were sitting apart now, not meeting each other’s eyes, and the blush was threatening to turn their faces as red as their robes.

“It may take some time though.”

The Vaarsuviuses (Vaarsuvii?) both patted the space between them in a movement that was creepily synchronised. “Please, sit down and we can talk.”

“Qkfq’v hfvn rjs njo qj vfn.”

“Ah yes, your speech impediment.”

Haley pointed to each of the elves, raised two fingers, pointed to her eyes, and then raised a single finger. When she was met by blank stares, she repeated the gestures. The Vaarsuvius on the right still looked confused, but left Vaarsuvius seemed grasp what she meant.

“Yes, there are two of us, and our appearances are similar.”

Haley raised a questioning eyebrow, and then wiggled her fingers in a poor imitation of spell casting.

“No. There is no magic involved in there being two of us. We...”

“We are twins.”

“Fraternal twins, however. Our seemingly identical appearance is partly just family resemblance-“

“-and partly due to the impaired ability to distinguish between individuals of other species.”

“Indeed. We are not even of the same gender.” A conspiratorial grin spread between the two elves.

Haley’s eyes narrowed as a suspicion started to form in her mind, but she couldn’t think of a way to express it through hand signs. The elves mistook the expression for anger, and sobered up immediately.

“Haley, we are sorry for pulling such a deception all this time. As your friend, we should have told you.”

“If you are angry, you have every right to be. Will you at least stay and hear our side of the story?”

The elf indicated for Haley to come and sit down. Hesitant but intrigued, Haley walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. She sat down awkwardly on the bed between the two elves.

“We have been doing this for far longer than we have travelled with the Sir Greenhilt’s party.”

“As far back as we can recall we’ve been mistaken for one another, and after a while we stopped trying to enforce the distinction. Partly, it was simply easier to keep up the image of us being a single person.”

“Although a lot of was enjoyment at the deception. Especially keeping everyone guessing as to our gender. Our double act even fooled the Halfling’s keen nose.” Haley’s mouth switched into a smile at that.

“Again, you have our apologies. By the time we met you, it had become second nature to us. Not that there have not been some near misses. Invisibility Spells are not foolproof.”

“And there was always the temptation to step in when the other seemed to be in danger.”

“Like when you were polymorphed into a lizard. I had to pick up your robe and hand it back to you later.”

“Yes thank you very much for reminding me of that incident. I recall you didn’t look so happy about being chained up and gagged by that Paladin.”

“You hated that vile woman as much as I did.”

“Oh, so it was not being chained up that you minded?”

Haley gave a snort of laughter, which unfortunately distracted the elves from their banter as they remembered the rogue was there.

A sigh. “We hope you’re willing to remain our friend. Truely, we never intended you and harm by it.”

“Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?”

Haley glanced between the two siblings, and a smile slowly spread across her face. She pointed at herself, and then pointed at each of them. Then pointed back at herself. Elan would have to wait, until she could talk, until she had built her confidence up that she could cope with the pain if her hopes were brought crashing down. A friend (or two), on the other hand, was different.

“I’m afraid I don’t understa-“ It was Left Vaarsuvius who spoke, and Haley took hold of the front of the elf’s robes and brought their lips together firmly. There was a muffled exclamation of surprise, but soon the elf began to kiss back, relaxing into the embrace. Then there was a warm breath at her ear, with the slight hint of some unidentifiable alcohol.

“We’d be delighted to.” The other Vaarsuvius said breathily in her ear, and Haley felt strong slender fingers begin to tug at her clothes, to stroke across her exposed flesh. She broke away from the kiss momentarily, leaning into the touch and gasping as one of the elves nibbled an ear lobe.

She needed this. The closeness, the intimacy. To be able to communicate without words and be understood. She was vaguely aware that her armour had been taken off, and that a pair of red robes had joined them. She drunk it all in, and it was intoxicating.

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Haley awoke to bright sunshine, and the few moments for her eyes to adjust where all she needed to remember where she was. The male Vaarsuvius was sprawled out next to her, lost in some past memory and otherwise dead to the world. Haley smiled, before slipping out of the bed. He stirred slightly as her weight moved the mattress, but remained otherwise oblivious as she dressed and left the room.

Haley was halfway down the corridor when a loud explosion shook the building, seeming to come from the floor below. She sprinted the rest of the way to the stairs, ran down them two at a time, and approached the breakfast hall just in time to hear Durkon’s remark.

“-coffee wit Roy’s sweat socks was a nice touch.”

“I pride myself on attention to detail” The elf replied, completely poker faced. She turned around as Haley stopped next to them. “Good morning Miss Starshine. I trust you slept well?” The conspiratorial grin was back, but this time Haley was in on it. The rogue smirked, then raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the Halfling lying in a pool of coffee.

“Just a little bit of light hearted revenge. Ask ‘me’ about it later.”

Since the elf was turned away from him, Durkon missed the very meaningful wink.

Wow Zanaril! Great story, yet its still squicky! V and V making out... Kaytara, please pass the brain bleach.

[CoffeeIncluded]

Wow. Okay, that was cracky. And disturbing. And cracky.

As it is, I've got one crack pairing that I want to post before I get to studying for my physics test tomorrow. Did I mention that I absolutely DESPISE junior year and that I'm slowly losing control and losing my mind as well?

*Sigh* As it is, this crack pairing (Mr. Scruffy/V) is based off of something that happened yesterday. I do volunteer work at a local animal shelter, and I'm really good at it. And when I say good, I mean I get about 3-5, sometimes more (My record is 8) animals adopted per shift.

Yesterday one of the kittens I got adopted was this little black kitten who was very assertive about going home. When I took him out of the cage to show the people who adopted him, he jumped on my shoulder, jumped onto his shoulder, and then started playing with his ear; nuzzling it, grooming it, biting it, batting it with his paws. Then the kitten jumped onto his wife's shoulder and did the same thing to her hairbun. They adopted Kitty McEarbitey. How can you say no to that?

So then I went home and re-read Kaytara's Belkar/V crack pairing. I got an idea; deciding to take the "Elf ears are an erogenous zone" idea and run with it. I think you can see where this is headed.

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Belkar didn't know this, but Mr. Scruffy rarely spent the whole night sleeping in Belkar's tent. He much preferred to walk around and stalk mice under the night sky. He particularly enjoyed doing this in the desert; the night air was much more refreshing than the burning sun. And desert voles were fun to chase.

This night, however, Mr. Scruffy felt like exploring. He eventually wandered into the elf's tent, where for some reason the elf had decided to rest on the floor that night. The cat was curious. Belkar seemed to harbor a particular animosity towards the elf, and the elf--V, Mr. Scruffy believed the elf was called--felt the same towards him. Mr. Scruffy didn't quite understand this. Sure, the elf--V--was somewhat aloof and never gave him the string on hir robe to play with, but he rather liked V regardless. The elf was...Catlike, with that aloof, "I'll deal with you when I feel like it" attitude, and hir natural elven grace.

And those ears. They were pointy and stuck out in a funny way, one more than the other. Mr. Scruffy laughed to himself. They always looked like they'd be so much fun to play with, but he never got the chance. Until now, that is...

Mr. Scruffy was never known for his patience. He climbed up V and started batting at hir ears, purring as he nipped at them and batted them between his paws. This was so much fun!

Unfortunately for Mr. Scruffy, he did not know that elf ears are a notorious erogenous zone.

V flushed and muttered something incomprehensible; in fact it was a very fast murmur in Elven. Hir trance abruptly shifted to an extremely passionate night that was spent with Kyrie early in their marriage, which became more and more detailed as Mr. Scruffy kept using hir ears as a toy. V actually started purring in contentment. Mr. Scruffy stopped for a second and stared at the trancing, blushing elf for a moment. He then resumed playing with and grooming with V's ears, laughing to himself. It was like a huge box of fun new toys!

Then V rolled over and grabbed Mr. Scruffy, murmuring something about Kyrie and "Knowing just what turns me into putty", and things went south for the cat very quickly.

Belkar heard Mr. Scruffy's loud yowling and shrieking and bolted out of bed. He realized that it was coming from V's tent. He grabbed his daggers and dashed into hir tent, screaming, "V, I swear if you're hurting Mr. Scruffy, I'm gonna slice your throat and--"

He broke off abruptly and stared at the ongoing scene, his mouth open in abject horror. Then, finally,

"ROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The following morning involved a lot of screaming, arguing, and humiliation from the entire Order.

"What the hell were you doing to Mr. Scruffy, V?! What, is your Wif...Hus...Your spouse not enough for you?!"

"As I have said before, what I did was inappropriate and I apologize, but I could not help it! Elven ears are notoriously sensitive and I was trancing at the time! It was an instinctive response! You would achieve the same reaction if, say, Elan were to sneak into Haley's tent while she was asleep, pull down her pants and--"

"V, stop now before I blow our entire budget on potions of Remove (Mental Image)."

"That STILL doesn't change the fact that YOU WERE NAILING MR. SCRUFFY!!!"

"Elan, actually, do you think you could try what V suggested sometime? It sounds pretty hot."

"V, where's the potion shop?"

...What do you guys think?

[Closak]

So, what's next?


And is there anyone who can do that "Tiamat x The IFCC x Every dragon killed by the Familicide" thing?

Just thinking about it makes me laugh.



...Evil ideas bubbling up to the front of my mind...cannot...resist...EVIL!

[The Dark Fiddler]

"Elan, actually, do you think you could try what V suggested sometime? It sounds pretty hot."

...What do you guys think?

I think that line made me laugh more than it should have.

I enjoyed the fic, Coffee. Hope Junior year gets better.

[Zanaril]

...What do you guys think?

I thought I would win today's award for squick, but apparently not.

[Aaron]

As it is, I've got one crack pairing that I want to post before I get to studying for my physics test tomorrow. Did I mention that I absolutely DESPISE junior year and that I'm slowly losing control and losing my mind as well?

Senior High School year is even worse. So enjoy it while you can. I hope it gets better for you.

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Belkar didn't know this, but Mr. Scruffy rarely spent the whole night sleeping in Belkar's tent. He much preferred to walk around and stalk mice under the night sky. He particularly enjoyed doing this in the desert; the night air was much more refreshing than the burning sun. And desert voles were fun to chase.

This night, however, Mr. Scruffy felt like exploring. He eventually wandered into the elf's tent, where for some reason the elf had decided to rest on the floor that night. The cat was curious. Belkar seemed to harbor a particular animosity towards the elf, and the elf--V, Mr. Scruffy believed the elf was called--felt the same towards him. Mr. Scruffy didn't quite understand this. Sure, the elf--V--was somewhat aloof and never gave him the string on his robe to play with, but he rather liked V regardless. The elf was...Catlike, with that aloof, "I'll deal with you when I feel like it" attitude, and hir natural elven grace.

And those ears. They were pointy and stuck out in a funny way, one more than the other. Mr. Scruffy laughed to himself. They always looked like they'd be so much fun to play with, but he never got the chance. Until now, that is...

Mr. Scruffy was never known for his patience. He climbed up V and started batting at hir ears, purring as he nipped at them and batted them between his paws. This was so much fun!

Unfortunately for Mr. Scruffy, he did not know that elf ears are a notorious erogenous zone.

V flushed and muttered something incomprehensible; in fact it was a very fast murmur in Elven. Hir trance abruptly shifted to an extremely passionate night that was spent with Kyrie early in their marriage that became more and more detailed as Mr. Scruffy kept using hir ears as a toy. V actually started purring in contentment. Mr. Scruffy stopped for a second at stared at the trancing, blushing elf for a moment. He then resumed playing with and grooming with V's ears, laughing to himself. It was like a huge box of fun new toys!

Then V rolled over and grabbed Mr. Scruffy, murmuring something about Kyrie and "Knowing just what turns me into putty", and things went south for the cat very quickly.

Belkar heard the Mr. Scruffy's loud yowling and shrieking and bolted out of bed. He realized that it was coming from V's tent. He grabbed his daggers and dashed into hir tent, screaming, "V, I swear if you're hurting Mr. Scruffy, I'm gonna slice your throat and--"

He broke off abruptly and stared at the ongoing scene, his mouth open in abject horror. Then, finally.

"ROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The following morning involved a lot of screaming, arguing, and humiliation from the entire Order.

"What the hell were you doing to Mr. Scruffy, V?! What, is your Wif..Hus...Your spouse not enough for you?!

"As I have said before, what I did was inappropriate and I apologize, but I could not help it! Elven ears are notoriously sensitive and I was trancing at the time! It was an instinctive response! You would achieve the same reaction if, say Elan were to sneak into Haley's tent while she was asleep, pull down her pants and--"

"V, stop now before I blow our entire budget on potions of Remove (Mental Image)."

"That STILL doesn't change the fact that YOU WERE NAILING MR. SCRUFFY!!!"

"Elan, actually, do you think you could try what V suggested sometime? It sounds pretty hot."

"V, where's the potion shop?"

...What do you guys think?

...... Aww man, that's too funny.

P.S.: Great work at the animal shelter!

[Dark Faun]

"Knowing just what turns me into putty"

...Zanaril was right when she said V was the worst of the Order.

I'm surprised V didn't jump Haley one of those nights they spent in the same room after six years without Kyrie.

[Zanaril]

I'm surprised V didn't jump Haley one of those nights they spent in the same room after six years without Kyrie.

I know what you're trying to do, but I've written all the HaleyxV fic I can for now.

[Dark Faun]

I was actually fishing for a comment about Haley and V doing it every night, not a fanfiction.

Now excuse me as I try to find out how "Harder V, harder!" is written in Haley-lost-her-gold speech...

[Lycan 01]

Oh man... I've had a pretty cruddy day, but Zanaril and Coffee completely made up for it. Zanaril, that story was crack-tastic, but at the same time very interesting to read. Somehow, you made it work, although the twincest was pretty squicky.

Coffee, that story made me laugh. A lot. Like, seriously, I couldn't stop laughing when V grabbed Mr. Scruffy, and it just got worse from there...


We need more silly, goofy crack fics like that. I mean, the big well-written ones are nice and everything, but sometimes its nice to just get a laugh out of a small snippet...


Edit: Oh, and Coffee? Senior year is the best. Seriously, I just chilled out for most of my Senior year. Classes are easier, and most teachers just give up when Senioritis starts to kick in...

[Zanaril]

I was actually fishing for a comment about Haley and V doing it every night, not a fanfiction.

Now excuse me as I try to find out how "Harder V, harder!" is written in Haley-lost-her-gold speech...

Does this mean you're writing something?

And they totally were.

Look how sad V is in this comic that their their nightly fun is over: http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0402.html

And then in panel five, V suddenly realizes: threesome!

[Dark Faun]

Does this mean you're writing something?

Maybe. I'm not sure. My writing inspiration is pretty dead as it is now*. I've got a "Roy walks in on V and V making out" and a "V walks in on V!Elan and Haley making out" in the works, but I've not made any progress for ages.

I'm trying to make a V x Haley x V image, perhaps a banner, perhaps a picture ala half-halfling, but I've yet to find an adequate pose (I can't do much more than tracing, unfortunately). I might have to retreat towards a safer bet, like V x Miko.


*Unless, that is, you mean R-rated inspiration. Bad Discord, bad. You promised you would never get past implied sex, especially not of the Giant's characters. No smut writing for you.

[Zanaril]

*Unless, that is, you mean R-rated inspiration. Bad Discord, bad. You promised you would never get past implied sex, especially not of the Giant's characters. No smut writing for you.

I'm uncertain whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

[CoffeeIncluded]

Depends. Does Discord really want to get banned that badly?

And thanks for the feedback, guys. I've been having a lot of rough days lately.

[Dark Faun]

Depends. Does Discord really want to get banned that badly?

Fanfiction.net.

But keeping it implied is just funnier anyway. Of course, if after a month, the only inspiration I have is "Harder V, harder," well, you gotta use what you have.

Hugs about the rough days.

[Kaytara]

CoffeeIncluded, that was hilarious. :D As well as scarily plausible, by which I mean that the story didn't really have any of the characters do anything out of character. That only adds to the disturbingness factor. XD

Wimp.

No, see, the weird thing is that practically NONE of the other stories actually disturbed me. Cracklord's Belkar in Hell fic didn't make me bat an eye.

I'm trying to make a statement about Zanaril's implausibly realistic crackwriting skills, see?

[CoffeeIncluded]

Fanfiction.net.

But keeping it implied is just funnier anyway. Of course, if after a month, the only inspiration I have is "Harder V, harder," well, you gotta use what you have.

Hugs about the rough days.

Agreed. Implication is almost always funnier than saying it outright. Besides, we're here to squick people out, not turn people on. If you want that, the fanservice thread is that way.

Thanks. *Returns hugs*

And thank you, Kaytara. So should we now assume that V's "reward" for being the Official Crack Pairing Bicycle is for our favorite androgynous elf (And every other elf here, by extension) to be given extremely "sensitive" ears?

[Cracklord]

No, see, the weird thing is that practically NONE of the other stories actually disturbed me. Cracklord's Belkar in Hell fic didn't make me bat an eye.

I'm trying to make a statement about Zanaril's implausibly realistic crackwriting skills, see?

In all fairness, I wasn't allowed to be as graphic as I wanted to be. It was probably most disturbing for me, given that I had to filter through a lot of stuff.

[Zanaril]

Besides, we're here to squick people out, not turn people on.

Wait.

What?

[Dark Faun]

We're here to do both. Bonus points if it's at the same time.

This thread's mommy and daddy are the Houses of Horrors and Fanservice.

[CoffeeIncluded]

We're here to do both. Bonus points if it's at the same time.

This thread's mommy and daddy are the Houses of Horrors and Fanservice.

Then why am I squicked out but not turned on when...

Oh, right. I didn't take the Yaoi Fangirl feat.

[Cracklord]

Then why am I squicked out but not turned on when...

Oh, right. I didn't take the Yaoi Fangirl feat.

I'm pretty sure that's a flaw.

[Zanaril]

I'm pretty sure that's a flaw.

What, not taking it?

And thank you, Kaytara. So should we now assume that V's "reward" for being the Official Crack Pairing Bicycle is for our favorite androgynous elf (And every other elf here, by extension) to be given extremely "sensitive" ears?

Nonono. It's the other way around.

[Lawyergoblin]

Crap, I can't post often enough to keep up with everything. That was a great story Zanaril. I probably should keep better track of were and when and after what I post from now on...

[CoffeeIncluded]

So V became the Official Bike because of hir "sensitive" ears?