For Science!

Wow, I haven't posted for a while. Anyone, if you see me online and I haven't posted for a few days, poke me to do so.

Right.

So, MW and JJ have gone to California to see Panda. He was lonely, and as is usual for him, this manifested as a gain in girth. MW is doing her best.

As a result, I have been here alone. I am no good at this alone thing, so I had the Boy move in. And tonight, I went out for Delicious Thai food with ragtime_wurm. This resulted in the following conversation, which no one but Rags will find funny:

Me: So they're patrolling, and patrolling, and kicking random thugs inna nerts-
Rags: And some gangs gets them. So they fight, and they're losing, and then Ra's pulls moonkin.
Me: And the thugs break into laughter.
Rags: And the thugs start laughing. Until he pulls owlkin frenzy on them.
Me: Then they're not laughing anymore.
Rags: No they are not. Especially when he smacks one of them across the room with his giant moonkin paws. And then he pulls the spells.
Me: And later, they have this conversation:
Bruce: . . . so, you could do that all along?
Ra's: Yes.
Bruce: But you don't.
Ra's: Well, look at it!

And also the following picture. The baby-thing is supposed to be Batman, as drawn by tan. The moonkin is Ra's, as drawn by the much more talented Rags.

( And Hilarity Ensues )

We also decided that Ra's is pronounced Reysh. It is not pronounced Raz.

That is all.

Thus, ficcage.

Title: Steampunk'd
Fandom: Danny Phantom, and the ASRP. Kindof. But the Averies belong to me.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A small amount of language

( Vlad Masters, Meet Sam Averies )

Next one will involve singing!Vlad. Because he'd have to be totally smashed before even considering it.

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.

( So sweet it makes your teeth hurt )

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.

( RP Style )

I discovered this when I went down to the Hutch to see how my bunnies were doing (answer: very well, thank you) and found that it had gotten bigger. On its own. I didn't even know it could get bigger, much less doing it without my knowledge. But there's room for half a dozen new bunnies.

I brought bagels to work today. That went over well. I also found out where my money was (in the bank account of a seven-year-old in Virginia, because they transposed two digits of my SSN) and the check is in the mail.

( My Bahama-Bunnies Are Sort of Wandering Back Home )

I'd have more, really I would, but today was full of BS and I'm not in much of a creative mood. On the plus side, chaulnt tonight!