Aloha (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Aloha (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Island hijinx
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, plus very, very, very twisted….
Notes: If you have any affection for Disney animated classics, you might wanna skip this one. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also, I sort of blame Z for this, basically because I don't wanna take responsibility for my own strangeness....
"Hello! This is your favorite Latin American Daytime Emmy-winning angelic being, Raziel! And I just wanted to tell you guys, tiki had a new chapter all ready to go....
....but then she left it out on the windowsill to cool, and Sariel came by and ate it all up! So now he has a tummy ache, and we're waiting for Ganesh to come by with an X-ray machine so we can take a look at the fic. Believe me, you don't wanna wait 'till it comes out the other end!"
"How would they tell?"
"Be quiet, Sariel! This is all your fault!"
"How is our patient?"
"He hasn't stopped groaning, Ganesha."
"MY TUMMIEH HURTS!"
"Well, that is what you get for consuming fan fiction, Sariel! You will never catch me touching that concoction. I stick strictly to fine literature!"
"AND VICTORIAN PORN!"
"Well, er maybe some of that on occasion. It has a literary value! Now, let us take a look...."
"Ganesh! That's not an X-ray machine! That's a fucking telescope pointed backwards."
"Shhh! It is a very delicate device!"
"Hey, Ganesha, when I texted you, were you by any chance hanging out smoking with Pickles?"
"Tsk! I may have been! Now both of you noisy angels, quiet down, and let us see...."
"Come help me play my Dethalbum, Experiment 666!"
"Razielo, why am I covered in silver fur?"
"You were always a little hairy for my tastes," noted the dark-haired girl, putting down her Vogue Hawai'i to peer at her new puppy. "On the other hand, you have an extra set of arms, so quit complaining."
"What? Oh, fuck yeah! This is bad ass!” declared Experiment 666, eagerly tearing apart a model of San Francisco.
"Razielo, ams you still playings with your uglies puppies?" came a call from downstairs.
"Yes, Noki."
“I’M NOT UGLY! I’m cute and fluffy!” declared Experiment 666, who was still chomping on the Golden Gate bridge.
“Will you ams answers da doorballs? I ams afraid it is da scaries socials workers, goings to take you aways!”
“Yeah, we can handle that bitch. C’mon, Experiment 666!”
Razielo bounced downstairs and opened the door to behold a surly looking triangle-haired dude wearing dark glasses.
“Isch thisch the party in queschtion? I’m the scharey schocial worker, MurderBubbles, coming to take you away. I was in Pulp Ficschtion, scho I am badassch!”
“Oh, yeah, that movie was bad ass!” agreed Razielo.
Suddenly, the triangle-haired social worker found himself knocked down by a rifle butt.
“What isch that schilver creatschure?” the triangle-haired social worked complained. “And why isch he carrying an AK?”
“That’s my new puppy, Sartch! We think he‘s part terrier,” she confided.
“Sartch?” complained Experiment 666. “That’s not a name. That sounds like a fart noise!”
“It is too a namel,” Razielo informed him. “In Norway!”
“Well, I guess Norway is pretty bad ass,” the silver puppy allowed.
“And why doesch your puppy talk?” asked the annoyed social worker. “And why doesch he schay, ‘bad assch’ when he’s obviouschly not very brutal!”
“Hey,” groused Sartch.
“Oh, he babbles, but he doesn’t make any sense,” Razielo told MurderBubbles.
“WHAT?”
“That’sch true. Well, I don’t find thisch puppy to be schufficiently brutal. Scho, the next time I schow up on your doorschtep, he better a brutal citischen!” And so saying, MurderBubbles marched off, trying to remain dignified when his pants sank to his ankles, as naughty Sartch had sliced his belt with a claw.
“Nathan Explosion is a brutal citizen!” Razielo informed Sartch, putting up a picture of the lead singer. “I have a simple 138-point plan to make you just as metal as Nathan!”
“Wait, how did you come up with this plan in the 30 seconds since MurderBubbles was here?”
“I’m a great fan of cartoon logic. Oh, wait, there’s the doorbell again!”
“I am David Kanesha," said the handsome man at the door, "and I am a surfer dude. I am here for my hot date with Noki. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance!”
“Sartch! It’s not terribly polite to hump David Kanesha’s leg like that," Razielo scolded.
“Oh. Er. That’s quite all right,” David Kenesha told Razielo politely. “Actually, might I take your, er, puppy for a walk? He looks as if he would like to get his freak on. I mean, er, romp.”
“Oh, I don’t know, David Kanesha. Sartch is awfully naughty!”
“IS HE? I mean, er, oh dear. Then maybe he needs some discipline.”
“Like being sprayed with a water bottle?”
“Oh, yes, or a nice spanking.”
“Well, wanna take a leash?”
“Oh, yes! And a collar! And, do you have any handcuffs?”
“FOR WALKING MY PUPPY? That seems strange. What about these leather restraints instead?”
“Oh, certainly! All right Sartch! Let’s go get some exercise, what say you, boy...?”
“Tsk,” said Ganesh. “That doesn’t look like the next chapter.”
“WHY DIDN’T YOU KEEP READING?” Sariel whined.
“Well, I’ve heard the Disney corporation is especially pesky in regards to intellectual properties.”
“What are you eating, Raziel?” Sariel asked.
“Oh, someone left some T/S slash out on CLDK, so I was nibbling.”
“You two need to stay away from fic! You’ll ruin your dinners!” Ganesh huffed.
“Awww! But they’re such a cute couple,” Raziel whined.
“Wait, what’s that in your pocket, Ganesh?” Sariel asked suspiciously.
“Er.”
“HE’S READING N/C!” Raziel laughed.
“It’s in an alternate universe! It was just to tide me over until teatime.”
“You need to stay away from AUs. They’re sort of idiotic,” Sariel counseled.
“Ah well. Would anyone like a martini?”
“You want pie, Sariel?” asked Raziel
“I’m sort of in the mood for cake. Coconut cake. And coffee.”
“No more caffeine for you!” Raziel told him.
"Tsk, copyright infringement!" warned Ganesh, and with that, they all strolled into the sunset to the sound of "Burnin' Love."
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Island hijinx
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing, plus very, very, very twisted….
Notes: If you have any affection for Disney animated classics, you might wanna skip this one. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Also, I sort of blame Z for this, basically because I don't wanna take responsibility for my own strangeness....
"Hello! This is your favorite Latin American Daytime Emmy-winning angelic being, Raziel! And I just wanted to tell you guys, tiki had a new chapter all ready to go....
....but then she left it out on the windowsill to cool, and Sariel came by and ate it all up! So now he has a tummy ache, and we're waiting for Ganesh to come by with an X-ray machine so we can take a look at the fic. Believe me, you don't wanna wait 'till it comes out the other end!"
"How would they tell?"
"Be quiet, Sariel! This is all your fault!"
"How is our patient?"
"He hasn't stopped groaning, Ganesha."
"MY TUMMIEH HURTS!"
"Well, that is what you get for consuming fan fiction, Sariel! You will never catch me touching that concoction. I stick strictly to fine literature!"
"AND VICTORIAN PORN!"
"Well, er maybe some of that on occasion. It has a literary value! Now, let us take a look...."
"Ganesh! That's not an X-ray machine! That's a fucking telescope pointed backwards."
"Shhh! It is a very delicate device!"
"Hey, Ganesha, when I texted you, were you by any chance hanging out smoking with Pickles?"
"Tsk! I may have been! Now both of you noisy angels, quiet down, and let us see...."
"Come help me play my Dethalbum, Experiment 666!"
"Razielo, why am I covered in silver fur?"
"You were always a little hairy for my tastes," noted the dark-haired girl, putting down her Vogue Hawai'i to peer at her new puppy. "On the other hand, you have an extra set of arms, so quit complaining."
"What? Oh, fuck yeah! This is bad ass!” declared Experiment 666, eagerly tearing apart a model of San Francisco.
"Razielo, ams you still playings with your uglies puppies?" came a call from downstairs.
"Yes, Noki."
“I’M NOT UGLY! I’m cute and fluffy!” declared Experiment 666, who was still chomping on the Golden Gate bridge.
“Will you ams answers da doorballs? I ams afraid it is da scaries socials workers, goings to take you aways!”
“Yeah, we can handle that bitch. C’mon, Experiment 666!”
Razielo bounced downstairs and opened the door to behold a surly looking triangle-haired dude wearing dark glasses.
“Isch thisch the party in queschtion? I’m the scharey schocial worker, MurderBubbles, coming to take you away. I was in Pulp Ficschtion, scho I am badassch!”
“Oh, yeah, that movie was bad ass!” agreed Razielo.
Suddenly, the triangle-haired social worker found himself knocked down by a rifle butt.
“What isch that schilver creatschure?” the triangle-haired social worked complained. “And why isch he carrying an AK?”
“That’s my new puppy, Sartch! We think he‘s part terrier,” she confided.
“Sartch?” complained Experiment 666. “That’s not a name. That sounds like a fart noise!”
“It is too a namel,” Razielo informed him. “In Norway!”
“Well, I guess Norway is pretty bad ass,” the silver puppy allowed.
“And why doesch your puppy talk?” asked the annoyed social worker. “And why doesch he schay, ‘bad assch’ when he’s obviouschly not very brutal!”
“Hey,” groused Sartch.
“Oh, he babbles, but he doesn’t make any sense,” Razielo told MurderBubbles.
“WHAT?”
“That’sch true. Well, I don’t find thisch puppy to be schufficiently brutal. Scho, the next time I schow up on your doorschtep, he better a brutal citischen!” And so saying, MurderBubbles marched off, trying to remain dignified when his pants sank to his ankles, as naughty Sartch had sliced his belt with a claw.
“Nathan Explosion is a brutal citizen!” Razielo informed Sartch, putting up a picture of the lead singer. “I have a simple 138-point plan to make you just as metal as Nathan!”
“Wait, how did you come up with this plan in the 30 seconds since MurderBubbles was here?”
“I’m a great fan of cartoon logic. Oh, wait, there’s the doorbell again!”
“I am David Kanesha," said the handsome man at the door, "and I am a surfer dude. I am here for my hot date with Noki. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance!”
“Sartch! It’s not terribly polite to hump David Kanesha’s leg like that," Razielo scolded.
“Oh. Er. That’s quite all right,” David Kenesha told Razielo politely. “Actually, might I take your, er, puppy for a walk? He looks as if he would like to get his freak on. I mean, er, romp.”
“Oh, I don’t know, David Kanesha. Sartch is awfully naughty!”
“IS HE? I mean, er, oh dear. Then maybe he needs some discipline.”
“Like being sprayed with a water bottle?”
“Oh, yes, or a nice spanking.”
“Well, wanna take a leash?”
“Oh, yes! And a collar! And, do you have any handcuffs?”
“FOR WALKING MY PUPPY? That seems strange. What about these leather restraints instead?”
“Oh, certainly! All right Sartch! Let’s go get some exercise, what say you, boy...?”
“Tsk,” said Ganesh. “That doesn’t look like the next chapter.”
“WHY DIDN’T YOU KEEP READING?” Sariel whined.
“Well, I’ve heard the Disney corporation is especially pesky in regards to intellectual properties.”
“What are you eating, Raziel?” Sariel asked.
“Oh, someone left some T/S slash out on CLDK, so I was nibbling.”
“You two need to stay away from fic! You’ll ruin your dinners!” Ganesh huffed.
“Awww! But they’re such a cute couple,” Raziel whined.
“Wait, what’s that in your pocket, Ganesh?” Sariel asked suspiciously.
“Er.”
“HE’S READING N/C!” Raziel laughed.
“It’s in an alternate universe! It was just to tide me over until teatime.”
“You need to stay away from AUs. They’re sort of idiotic,” Sariel counseled.
“Ah well. Would anyone like a martini?”
“You want pie, Sariel?” asked Raziel
“I’m sort of in the mood for cake. Coconut cake. And coffee.”
“No more caffeine for you!” Raziel told him.
"Tsk, copyright infringement!" warned Ganesh, and with that, they all strolled into the sunset to the sound of "Burnin' Love."
