Crack Pairings II - Brain Bleach not Supplied

[Zanaril]

@Funky can you maybe have some verbal explanation to that? How it is a Crack pairing and who are thouse guys actually (I know the upside down one is the Psion Who Can) but still?

I... think that's Roy.

Now we know why he didn't want to go to bed without being read that book.

[Funky Goose]

I... think that's Roy.

Now we know why he didn't want to go to bed without being read that book.

Horray, a perfect explination for an otherwise unexplainable pic!

[The Dark Fiddler]

I thought it was his brother.

Whose name escapes me.

[Silverraptor]

Geez...
I leave for the weekend at yet this happens. I seem to have sparked a V and Inkyrius landslide of parings and banners. Love the new Inkyrius avatar and banner. I guess I should admit I know what to do for part 4 of soul splice Kyrie, but I lack the time to do it right now. Stay tuned.

[Zanaril]

I thought it was his brother.

Whose name escapes me.

Eric?

Geez...
I leave for the weekend at yet this happens. I seem to have sparked a V and Inkyrius landslide of parings and banners. Love the new Inkyrius avatar and banner. I guess I should admit I know what to do for part 4 of soul splice Kyrie, but I lack the time to do it right now. Stay tuned.

Since they're divorced, I think VxInky is now technically a crack pairing.

[yubel]

someone should do a banner with soul spliced V and soul spliced kyrie, or mabey the opposite of zanaril's avatar.

[Zanaril]

someone should do a banner with soul spliced V and soul spliced kyrie, or mabey the opposite of zanaril's avatar.

The idea of both of them soul spliced brings up a mental image that is far more cute than is should be.

[Gimliggamer]

The idea of both of them soul spliced brings up a mental image that is far more cute than is should be.

Exactly.That is why we dont supply brain bleach

[Zanaril]

Exactly.That is why we dont supply brain bleach

Because it's not needed?

[Funky Goose]

Because it's not needed?

No, its still back in the old thread, with the whores...

[Thor Person Guy]

Because it's not needed?

No, it's probably more because we don't want people to forget what they see here. I mean, how else are they going to spread the word?

[Dallas-Dakota]

Durkon and Lien's shark.

While Lien and the roaches are ''watching''.

[esmerelder]

@ Discord -- Aaaaaaawww! You make JirixxTsukiko surprisingly cute!

@ Funky Goose -- the banner is adorable, but I'm afraid I don't quite get it either. Who is the baby, and is that a mask he's wearing?

@ Zanaril -- Eeee, more Inkyrius/Aarindarius! Great work, and I love this pairing. I do wonder how Aandy is going to get on with the small children, though...

@ Kaytara --

Crack Pairings: Fifty Uses of the Banana-Nut Muffin.

Sounds like something for Esmerelder.

That... actually gives me an idea. It might take a few days (work eating my brain, aargh, etc), and will probably turn out to be ridiculous sugary fluff rather than proper crack, but I'm seriously tempted to write it anyway.

Also, all of the new V/Kyrie banners are AMAZING, and the image that is now Kaytara's avvie fills me with ridiculous amounts of joy.

[Funky Goose]

@ Funky Goose -- the banner is adorable, but I'm afraid I don't quite get it either. Who is the baby, and is that a mask he's wearing?

the baby is Roys little brother who has somehow become awesome (and appeared in my avvie!), and he is wearing a rip-off phantom of the opera mask.

[The Dark Fiddler]

the baby is Roys little brother who has somehow become awesome (and appeared in my avvie!), and he is wearing a rip-off phantom of the opera mask.

Now I'm wondering what his extra souls are...


I bet Angelica Pickles is in there.

[Zanaril]

I have no idea where this came from. Suddenly half an hour had passed and it was on my computer screen.

[Thor Person Guy]

I have no idea where this came from. Suddenly half an hour had passed and it was on my computer screen.

I'm not sure whether I should run away or try to hug it.

Well done, Zanaril. Well done.

[BatRobin]

Now I'm wondering what his extra souls are...


I bet Angelic Pickles is in there.

His splices are probably Angelica Pickles, The Phantom of the Opera, and something else.

[Zanaril]

I'm not sure whether I should run away or try to hug it.

My work here is done.

[Malkar Grumbo]

I have no idea where this came from. Suddenly half an hour had passed and it was on my computer screen.

You are awesome! I love this! This is what I think of when I think of true love, True EVIL love. Also I love the new chapter you wrote, I can't wait to see where this little event goes from here.

Also Funky Goose, I love your soul splice picture, it's really good, far better then anything I could do.

[shakeapearemo]

Hello, newbie here, eager to have her brain melted by all sorts of disturbing cracky things.

I got Thanh + Chief of Cliffport Police on the random generator, prompt: Adultery. How lucky am I?

[Silverraptor]

Hmmmm... I think I'll go work on another project right now. But trust me. I *WILL* get my V and Inkyrius story done. By tomorrow at the latest. (Unless I want to do a different story, then tuesday)

[BatRobin]

Tsukiko x Jirix with Kidnapping.

(ok, I didn't roll for this, but I though of it and...*buys brain bleach for everyone in advance* There will be a tounge-twister here too!)

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The sexy sorceress strode the streets of stone, looking left and right for something to do. Tsukiko watching as a slave was brutally murdered by a hobgoblin with a professional-looking cloak behind a store window. She walked over and struck up a conversation.
"So...why'd you kill the slave, Hobbo?" Jirix, one of the highest-honored hobgoblin in the ranks looked up and drew a sword.
"Who? Huh? Wha? Oh, it's you, Tsukiko."
"Oh, hullo Jirix. Nice to see you here." Tsukiko rolled her eyes and tore the sack off the slave.
"Hey, what are you-"
"Silence, you cutie hobgoblin." Tsukiko put the sack over his head and dragged Jirix away, picking up his sword in the process.

"Ok, wake up, cutie." Jirix awoke in a tower to gruel in his face. Tsukiko was there, smiling at him in a nightie.
"What time is it?"
"Like, 6 am. Now...this sword is very sharp. Die." The sorceress quickly drove the sword through Jirix's chest, instantly murdering him. Tsukiko smiled and moved her hand towards his head, a black glow emanating from her fingertips.


"Create Undead."

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Because we all know Tsukiko 'likes' the Undead.

[Thor Person Guy]

Hello, newbie here, eager to have her brain melted by all sorts of disturbing cracky things.

(Insert polite welcoming here)

I got Thanh + Chief of Cliffport Police on the random generator, prompt: Adultery. How lucky am I?

That. Doesn't. Make. Sense. For reasons which I will only list if prompted.

[shakeapearemo]

That. Doesn't. Make. Sense. For reasons which I will only list if prompted.

I prompt you!

[shakeapearemo]

Tsukiko x Jirix with Kidnapping.

(ok, I didn't roll for this, but I though of it and...*buys brain bleach for everyone in advance* There will be a tounge-twister here too!)

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The sexy sorceress strode the streets of stone, looking left and right for something to do. Tsukiko watching as a slave was brutally murdered by a hobgoblin with a professional-looking cloak behind a store window. She walked over and struck up a conversation.
"So...why'd you kill the slave, Hobbo?" Jirix, one of the highest-honored hobgoblin in the ranks looked up and drew a sword.
"Who? Huh? Wha? Oh, it's you, Tsukiko."
"Oh, hullo Jirix. Nice to see you here." Tsukiko rolled her eyes and tore the sack off the slave.
"Hey, what are you-"
"Silence, you cutie hobgoblin." Tsukiko put the sack over his head and dragged Jirix away, picking up his sword in the process.

"Ok, wake up, cutie." Jirix awoke in a tower to gruel in his face. Tsukiko was there, smiling at him in a nightie.
"What time is it?"
"Like, 6 am. Now...this sword is very sharp. Die." The sorceress quickly drove the sword through Jirix's chest, instantly murdering him. Tsukiko smiled and moved her hand towards his head, a black glow emanating from her fingertips.


"Create Undead."

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Because we all know Tsukiko 'likes' the Undead.

*pours bleach directly in eyesockets*

Nice. Can't see Tsukiko with anyone who ISN'T undead, frankly. Why did she throw gruel in his face to wake him up?

[baf]

More fic about Inkyrius, paired with someone we haven't seen in a while...

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"You know what the worst part is?" babbled Inkyrius, picking distractedly at the now-empty bottle of Elven Ale. "It isn't the sense of betrayal. It's the lack of acknowledgment. As if my feelings weren't even a factor to be considered. You know what I mean?"

The dark stranger said nothing, so Inkyrius continued.

"Making deals with fiends for your very soul? That's something I could forgive, given time. It would hurt, but it's something we could work through. I could do what I can to bring the old Suvie back, the one I fell in love with. Or... or, if that didn't work, maybe I could learn to accept the new one." Inkyrius gave a sad little laugh. "I mean, I'm a committer, you know? I'm willing to do what it takes to make a relationship work, even if it means loving someone evil. But it takes two."

Inkyrius met the stranger's eyes, but quickly looked away. There was something about that gaze that still wasn't entirely comfortable. The slate-black face just took everything in, neither judging nor approving, just eager to listen. Wanting to know everything.

"Why am I pouring my heart out like this to someone I just met?" The ale was part of it, of course, but only part. Once the words had started flowing, the need to just talk to someone was overpowering. Vaarsuvius used to listen like this, and the dark, white-haired stranger looked so much like the old, not-possessed-by-fiends Vaarsuvius it was uncanny.

"At any rate, I'd better be going home. It's getting late, and I've got to get up early in the morning to fill the lembas order for the orphanage..."

"...wait."

It was barely a whisper, but Inkyrius stopped cold, unable to muster any resistance. The stranger's hand was resting on Inkyrius' (how long had it been there?), and it might as well have been a chain of iron.

"What.. what is it? Do you want something?" Inkyrius quavered, unaccountably trembling.

"Yes." The stranger leaned closer, hand brushing arm, lips almost touching pointed ear, and whispered "Revenge."

Inkyrius shuddered at the realization that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all, that there was already a connection. "You mean... Vaarsuvius?"

"Hurt me. Hurt you." There was fire in that quiet voice as it said "Hurt back."

An inner voice screamed "You're being used!" but another said "Isn't that what you want? To matter to someone else, to be a part of their plans?" And the stranger's embrace felt so much like Suvie's, but so much better, more... how did the poet put it? Full of passionate intensity...

Gender-ambiguous romance is hard to write! Rich is so fortunate that he can just draw V and not have to tiptoe around gendered pronouns all the time.

[BatRobin]

*pours bleach directly in eyesockets*

Nice. Can't see Tsukiko with anyone who ISN'T undead, frankly. Why did she throw gruel in his face to wake him up?

She just couldn't find water or anything, so she grabbed O-Chul's leftovers.

[Kyronea]

More fic about Inkyrius, paired with someone we haven't seen in a while...

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"You know what the worst part is?" babbled Inkyrius, picking distractedly at the now-empty bottle of Elven Ale. "It isn't the sense of betrayal. It's the lack of acknowledgment. As if my feelings weren't even a factor to be considered. You know what I mean?"

The dark stranger said nothing, so Inkyrius continued.

"Making deals with fiends for your very soul? That's something I could forgive, given time. It would hurt, but it's something we could work through. I could do what I can to bring the old Suvie back, the one I fell in love with. Or... or, if that didn't work, maybe I could learn to accept the new one." Inkyrius gave a sad little laugh. "I mean, I'm a committer, you know? I'm willing to do what it takes to make a relationship work, even if it means loving someone evil. But it takes two."

Inkyrius met the stranger's eyes, but quickly looked away. There was something about that gaze that still wasn't entirely comfortable. The slate-black face just took everything in, neither judging nor approving, just eager to listen. Wanting to know everything.

"Why am I pouring my heart out like this to someone I just met?" The ale was part of it, of course, but only part. Once the words had started flowing, the need to just talk to someone was overpowering. Vaarsuvius used to listen like this, and the dark, white-haired stranger looked so much like the old, not-possessed-by-fiends Vaarsuvius it was uncanny.

"At any rate, I'd better be going home. It's getting late, and I've got to get up early in the morning to fill the lembas order for the orphanage..."

"...wait."

It was barely a whisper, but Inkyrius stopped cold, unable to muster any resistance. The stranger's hand was resting on Inkyrius' (how long had it been there?), and it might as well have been a chain of iron.

"What.. what is it? Do you want something?" Inkyrius quavered, unaccountably trembling.

"Yes." The stranger leaned closer, hand brushing arm, lips almost touching pointed ear, and whispered "Revenge."

Inkyrius shuddered at the realization that the stranger wasn't a stranger at all, that there was already a connection. "You mean... Vaarsuvius?"

"Hurt me. Hurt you." There was fire in that quiet voice as it said "Hurt back."

An inner voice screamed "You're being used!" but another said "Isn't that what you want? To matter to someone else, to be a part of their plans?" And the stranger's embrace felt so much like Suvie's, but so much better, more... how did the poet put it? Full of passionate intensity...

Gender-ambiguous romance is hard to write! Rich is so fortunate that he can just draw V and not have to tiptoe around gendered pronouns all the time.

Wait, I'm confused...who is Kyrie paired with?

[MReav]

Wait, I'm confused...who is Kyrie paired with?

What other elf have we seen that is dark skinned and speaks very little and is not dead.