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So I understand that today is Mardi Gras. I never have had a paczki, because traditionally they are fried in lard, and the really good ones still are. Then tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, followed by Lent. I find it interesting that Lent is pretty much the same length as the Omer, but is a period that seems to celebrate the complete opposite of the very happy 'yay harvest time' of the Omer in Judaism.
But I did write this.
Title: Stars and . . .
Fandom: DP and ASRP, kind of. I still don't own Danny Phantom.
Rating: G
Warnings: These are RP characters, so it is entirely likely that only me and Rags will get this. But the basic background is that this Vlad is a vampire, has wings, and married Tressla. Tress is, of course, still insane and overpowered, but she's recently spent two or three hundred years asleep, and has a lot of catching up to do.
"Hey, dearest?"
"Mm?"
They were lying in bed. Well, Vlad was in bed. Tressla was mostly lying on Vlad, idly making illusory butterflies with one hand and running her hand through his hair with the other.
"why is there a stripe in your hair?"
"Should there not be?"
"Most people don't have them."
Given the fact that his wife currently had hair that most closely matched the color of lightning, he wasn't entirely sure that she had a right to talk. "I do."
"Yes, but how did you get it?"
"Promise not to laugh."
"No," said Tressla. Then she pushed up and grinned down at him, so that was all right.
"Well. In the eighties, when I was in college, no one had any sense."
She nodded, settling back in against his chest. "From what I've heard, sleeping through that decade was a good idea."
"Yes," said Vlad, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And I had no sense either."
"Well, obviously." She sounded absurdly happy about this, but then, he supposed, that event had set in motion their paths intersecting.
"So I decided that it would be cool if I had a white stripe in my hair."
"Ah."
"No, no," he said. "That worked. Perfectly fine. It was just too time-consuming for a physics/electrical double major with a hobby of building portals to the ghost zone and the messiest roommate in the world. So decided to dye it back. Plain black."
"It didn't work?"
"It washed out after a few weeks. So I ended up with a greyish streak. But a lot of people thought it was cool, so I let it go. It would have grown back eventually, except . . . "
"Oh." She wasn't laughing. "But why don't you change it now?"
He tilted his head to look at her. "I could, I suppose. But you like it."
"I-well, yes," she said. "Not so much cool as dignified yet debonair. Especially with the ponytail."
His hair wasn't in a ponytail, because he wasn't currently alive.
"You like the ponytail?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Hm." Then he briefly turned his nerves off, long enough to change to something more human than not in a flash of entropy. Tressla fell a few inches through him before catching herself. "And the goatee?"
Her eyes twinkled. "Diabolical."
"Alliterative," he observed.
"Would you prefer dashing?"
He blinked, and then replied, "AS long as you don't call me 'difficult.'"
"Determined," she said. "Darling."
"Dear-"
"That too." She was laughing behind her eyes, but since he couldn't actually pull her down for a kiss at that moment, he moved until she got the hint and went solid enough to accept it.
So, yeah. Happy domestic moment. Because they have to happen sometimes, amIrite?
Later, Vlad changes his ghost hairstyle, because Tressla prods him to get rid of the points until he does. When he does, she promptly puts a Large Blue Bow on his head.
And also, a convo in my brain that needed writing.
Vlad: [soaking in the hot spring][>.>]
Tress: [?]
Vlad: [getting clean after having been randomly kidnapped yet again]
Tress: [!][<3]
Vlad: There must be some diety out there who hates me. [sigh]
Tress: [?] Why do you say that?
Vlad: How often do I get kidnapped? By people who aren't even trying for me?
Tress: [shrugs] I stopped counting, but I think that has more to do with your pattern.
Vlad: [. . .][looking inward, at his pattern] What's wrong with it?
Tress: Nothing! [protesty]
Vlad: [pokepoke] So what about it gets me kidnapped?
Tress: [<.<]
Vlad: . . .
Tress: It's very fuzzy.
Vlad: . . . [he's not fuzzy]
Tress: And random passing magic sticks to it.
Tress: So you keep getting caught in search-and-retrieve spells. As bycatch.
Vlad: . . . [he's also not a fish]
Vlad: How do I stop it?
Tress: You don't.
Vlad: Whaaaaaaat?
Tress: I've had more fun tracking you down than I did in hundreds of years before going to sleep.
Vlad: [-_-]
Tress: And we keep learning new magic.
Vlad: That's true-
Tress: And we keep helping people.
Vlad: [realizing he's not going to win]
Vlad: [>.>][seeking to distract her instead]
Vlad: [leers]
Tress: [<3!]
Tress: [<.<][pounce]
But I did write this.
Title: Stars and . . .
Fandom: DP and ASRP, kind of. I still don't own Danny Phantom.
Rating: G
Warnings: These are RP characters, so it is entirely likely that only me and Rags will get this. But the basic background is that this Vlad is a vampire, has wings, and married Tressla. Tress is, of course, still insane and overpowered, but she's recently spent two or three hundred years asleep, and has a lot of catching up to do.
"Hey, dearest?"
"Mm?"
They were lying in bed. Well, Vlad was in bed. Tressla was mostly lying on Vlad, idly making illusory butterflies with one hand and running her hand through his hair with the other.
"why is there a stripe in your hair?"
"Should there not be?"
"Most people don't have them."
Given the fact that his wife currently had hair that most closely matched the color of lightning, he wasn't entirely sure that she had a right to talk. "I do."
"Yes, but how did you get it?"
"Promise not to laugh."
"No," said Tressla. Then she pushed up and grinned down at him, so that was all right.
"Well. In the eighties, when I was in college, no one had any sense."
She nodded, settling back in against his chest. "From what I've heard, sleeping through that decade was a good idea."
"Yes," said Vlad, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And I had no sense either."
"Well, obviously." She sounded absurdly happy about this, but then, he supposed, that event had set in motion their paths intersecting.
"So I decided that it would be cool if I had a white stripe in my hair."
"Ah."
"No, no," he said. "That worked. Perfectly fine. It was just too time-consuming for a physics/electrical double major with a hobby of building portals to the ghost zone and the messiest roommate in the world. So decided to dye it back. Plain black."
"It didn't work?"
"It washed out after a few weeks. So I ended up with a greyish streak. But a lot of people thought it was cool, so I let it go. It would have grown back eventually, except . . . "
"Oh." She wasn't laughing. "But why don't you change it now?"
He tilted his head to look at her. "I could, I suppose. But you like it."
"I-well, yes," she said. "Not so much cool as dignified yet debonair. Especially with the ponytail."
His hair wasn't in a ponytail, because he wasn't currently alive.
"You like the ponytail?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Hm." Then he briefly turned his nerves off, long enough to change to something more human than not in a flash of entropy. Tressla fell a few inches through him before catching herself. "And the goatee?"
Her eyes twinkled. "Diabolical."
"Alliterative," he observed.
"Would you prefer dashing?"
He blinked, and then replied, "AS long as you don't call me 'difficult.'"
"Determined," she said. "Darling."
"Dear-"
"That too." She was laughing behind her eyes, but since he couldn't actually pull her down for a kiss at that moment, he moved until she got the hint and went solid enough to accept it.
So, yeah. Happy domestic moment. Because they have to happen sometimes, amIrite?
Later, Vlad changes his ghost hairstyle, because Tressla prods him to get rid of the points until he does. When he does, she promptly puts a Large Blue Bow on his head.
And also, a convo in my brain that needed writing.
Vlad: [soaking in the hot spring][>.>]
Tress: [?]
Vlad: [getting clean after having been randomly kidnapped yet again]
Tress: [!][<3]
Vlad: There must be some diety out there who hates me. [sigh]
Tress: [?] Why do you say that?
Vlad: How often do I get kidnapped? By people who aren't even trying for me?
Tress: [shrugs] I stopped counting, but I think that has more to do with your pattern.
Vlad: [. . .][looking inward, at his pattern] What's wrong with it?
Tress: Nothing! [protesty]
Vlad: [pokepoke] So what about it gets me kidnapped?
Tress: [<.<]
Vlad: . . .
Tress: It's very fuzzy.
Vlad: . . . [he's not fuzzy]
Tress: And random passing magic sticks to it.
Tress: So you keep getting caught in search-and-retrieve spells. As bycatch.
Vlad: . . . [he's also not a fish]
Vlad: How do I stop it?
Tress: You don't.
Vlad: Whaaaaaaat?
Tress: I've had more fun tracking you down than I did in hundreds of years before going to sleep.
Vlad: [-_-]
Tress: And we keep learning new magic.
Vlad: That's true-
Tress: And we keep helping people.
Vlad: [realizing he's not going to win]
Vlad: [>.>][seeking to distract her instead]
Vlad: [leers]
Tress: [<3!]
Tress: [<.<][pounce]
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