Plus Sized (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Plus Sized (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Juicy couture
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: So, Sushi sent me this link, and then asked what Ganesh and Raziel would have to say about the matter (as they’re rather devoted to Vogue Italia).
“Is that my Vogue Italia?”
“Oh, no no no no no no no. Maybe.”
“Lady Raziel! Stealing ones couture periodical – in some eras, such an action would incur the death penalty! Or worse!”
“What’s worse than the death penalty?’ asked Raziel, tilting down her sunglasses to peer up at Ganesh attempting to loom menacingly over her beach chair.
“Being forced to shop off brand, for eternity!”
“Hrm. Serious. Anyway. I needed to check out this issue! I’ll hand it over when I’m done. What?”
Ganesh motioned his had again. “As the humans say, move your ass.”
“Ganesha! These chairs aren’t built for two!”
“Pish posh,” said the god, sliding in beside Raziel and taking up half the magazine. “I do this all the time with Sariel.”
“Sariel is a twig!”
“Now, why are the humans all going rumblety tumblety over this issue?” he asked thumbing through with many many thumbs.
“Rumblety tumblety?”
“Apologies. I’ve just spent the past hour reading to Boon.”
“OK, happens to the best of us,” Raziel assured him. “It’s the cover models!”
“Yes?”
“They actually let them eat! Food!”
Ganesh squinted critically at the cover. “Hrm. Well, they do look content. Why do humans think some categories of persons may not benefit from couture? Good tailoring may benefit each and every man, woman and child. It is an outrage!”
“You two look cosy.”
“It is an outrage, Sariel!” Ganesh raved, gesturing in six or seven different directions.
“That you broke a beach chair?”
“You see these models?” Raziel asked, holding up the magazine.
“Oh, yeah. Tara, Candice and Robyn,” said Sariel.
Ganesh paused in his rant. “Wait. You know their names?”
“Sure. They been with, uh, Skwisgaar and Nathan since the shoot. Uh, eating spaghetti. And, uh, signing paternity waivers.”
“You must take me to them!” Ganesh announced, springing from the chair. “We will talk of couture and revolution!”
“Uh, I dunno, Ganesh. The girls have been with Nathan? And Skwisgaar? Eating spaghetti?”
“I will call my auntie and have her deliver some pies.”
“Well. That may work,” Sariel shrugged as Ganesh dragged him off.
“Vogue, huh? You’re buying more of your fancy clothes?” Wotan asked, walking up to the now solo Raziel. “Running up my credit cards on your fancy rags?”
“Lingere,” Raziel told him, grinning and handing off the magazine.
“Fancy knickers, huh?” said Wotan, giving a whistle.
“Uh-huh. Which fancy rags am I buying?”
Wotan rifled through the pages. “How ‘bout all of ‘em,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“In every color?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Juicy couture
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: So, Sushi sent me this link, and then asked what Ganesh and Raziel would have to say about the matter (as they’re rather devoted to Vogue Italia).
“Is that my Vogue Italia?”
“Oh, no no no no no no no. Maybe.”
“Lady Raziel! Stealing ones couture periodical – in some eras, such an action would incur the death penalty! Or worse!”
“What’s worse than the death penalty?’ asked Raziel, tilting down her sunglasses to peer up at Ganesh attempting to loom menacingly over her beach chair.
“Being forced to shop off brand, for eternity!”
“Hrm. Serious. Anyway. I needed to check out this issue! I’ll hand it over when I’m done. What?”
Ganesh motioned his had again. “As the humans say, move your ass.”
“Ganesha! These chairs aren’t built for two!”
“Pish posh,” said the god, sliding in beside Raziel and taking up half the magazine. “I do this all the time with Sariel.”
“Sariel is a twig!”
“Now, why are the humans all going rumblety tumblety over this issue?” he asked thumbing through with many many thumbs.
“Rumblety tumblety?”
“Apologies. I’ve just spent the past hour reading to Boon.”
“OK, happens to the best of us,” Raziel assured him. “It’s the cover models!”
“Yes?”
“They actually let them eat! Food!”
Ganesh squinted critically at the cover. “Hrm. Well, they do look content. Why do humans think some categories of persons may not benefit from couture? Good tailoring may benefit each and every man, woman and child. It is an outrage!”
“You two look cosy.”
“It is an outrage, Sariel!” Ganesh raved, gesturing in six or seven different directions.
“That you broke a beach chair?”
“You see these models?” Raziel asked, holding up the magazine.
“Oh, yeah. Tara, Candice and Robyn,” said Sariel.
Ganesh paused in his rant. “Wait. You know their names?”
“Sure. They been with, uh, Skwisgaar and Nathan since the shoot. Uh, eating spaghetti. And, uh, signing paternity waivers.”
“You must take me to them!” Ganesh announced, springing from the chair. “We will talk of couture and revolution!”
“Uh, I dunno, Ganesh. The girls have been with Nathan? And Skwisgaar? Eating spaghetti?”
“I will call my auntie and have her deliver some pies.”
“Well. That may work,” Sariel shrugged as Ganesh dragged him off.
“Vogue, huh? You’re buying more of your fancy clothes?” Wotan asked, walking up to the now solo Raziel. “Running up my credit cards on your fancy rags?”
“Lingere,” Raziel told him, grinning and handing off the magazine.
“Fancy knickers, huh?” said Wotan, giving a whistle.
“Uh-huh. Which fancy rags am I buying?”
Wotan rifled through the pages. “How ‘bout all of ‘em,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“In every color?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
