Happy Anniversary (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Happy Anniversary (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Time goes by
Warnings: Pie
Notes: This is, more or less, the one year anniversary of Mythklok. (More later...)
Charles stared at the delicious Dutch apple pie, sitting untouched at his desk.
A single sparkler was stuck more or less in the center, sending insane yellow sparks tumbling hither and thither.
Sitting on the opposite side of the desk, splayed with elaborate casualness in the guest chair, Ganesh grinned that mad elephant grin and followed Charles' every movement with teasing eyes.
Charles sat back. He steepled his hands.
"So. Anniversary."
Ganesh did not reply. The grin - the smile that was already too big - merely widened.
Charles leaned forward a fraction. "Can't be wedding. That's been too recent."
"You are correct."
"First date?"
Ganesh shook his head.
"First kiss?"
Head shake.
"First time we did ... you know?"
Ganesh laughed. "That was nice. But no."
Charles frowned. "First time I said I love you? Second time I said I love you? Third time I said I love you! Time you finally fucking told me you loved me back?"
"Those are all worthy occasions, but no."
"Moving into the suite? Drinking martinis? Fighting demons? Driving a stick shift? Dancing the Mahabharata? Playing Scrabble? Going to Hell?"
"All no."
"Getting back out of Hell? Going to that other hell? Going to the DMV? Shaving that damned beard?"
"I liked the beard," said Ganesh, rubbing his face. "But no."
"Going to the library? Superglued your tusk back on?”
“I never used Superglue!”
“Forged my name on some documents? I know you do it as well as the band when I'm high!”
"Sariel!”
“What?”
“Look at what's in front of you!"
"This fucking sparkler you've magicked so it won't quit fucking sparkling?"
"The pie."
"The pie?"
"The pie!"
"You're serving me a pie that's a year old?"
Ganesh shook his head and reached into his jacket. "I kept it. Silly sentimental thing, really. From Auntie Sarasvati."
Ganesh flipped a small card onto Charles' desk. He picked it up. In Auntie Sarasvati's neat handwriting, it said, "For Ganesha and my little jaanu, Sariel, so he will not pine away."
"It was the first time I recollect that we ever had something addressed to us two," Ganesh explained. "Of course, as I recall, you then ate the entire pie yourself, and got a terrific tummy ache...."
"IT'S OUR PIE-NNIVERSARY?" Charles demanded.
"Well," Ganesh smiled, "yes, you could say....". But he was unable to complete his thought. In his years of being around an angel, he had still not yet been able to quite determine how they do this, but they sometimes move in mysterious ways, and he now found that he was no longer elegantly draped over the guest chair, as he had been dragged to the floor, and was being kissed rather enthusiastically by Charles, who had somehow got on top of him.
"You.... You don't want your pie?" Ganesh asked when at last the clinch broke.
"Who needs pie? I have you."
And they smiled at one another.
"But. Uh.... Can I still have some pie?". Ganesh nodded and they stood.
"Can you voodoo that fucking sparkler so it stops that shit?" Charles asked, now nearly mad with pie-mania after waiting so damned long.
Ganesh licked his thumb and index finger, and used them to extinguish the offending sparkler. "now, do you have a pie cutter?"
"Who needs a pie cutter?"
"Not when you have an angel I guess...."
----
So, this is the first anniversary of Mythklok. Hey, I missed by a couple days, but no one was fucking reading over the weekend anyway.
These used to go on CLDK. Here's the first one:
http://capslokdethklok.livejournal.com/1231364.html
It wasn't called Mythklok back then. I imagine the poor person who wrote the prompt is probably reaching for their Alka-Seltzer right now.
It's now nearly 70 chapters, and my chapters can reach 10K words, so you do the math. Oddly enough, a couple of people who commented on that very first chapter are still around, meaning I haven't quite managed to alienate everybody. Yet. :D
Ganesh didn't make an appearance until chapter 3 or 4, and I think he only had one line. I spent overmuch time instead worrying that Raziel was a Mary Sue, a notion that would probably make her bonk me over the head with her saber if she heard it.
I had never had the nerve to publish any fiction at all in public until about a month before I posted the first chapter. Since then, I've received, I firmly believe, some of the harshest comments I've ever seen in the fandom. Quite seriously, when I go to CLDK, the reviews for other folks seem to run like, "YOUR FIC MADE ME SEE THE FACE OF GOD WHILST TAKING A MAGIC SHIT!" For me, I get "You fic doesn't make any fucking sense." "Yeah, whatever." "That whole chapter was WRONG." And, I got told to my (virtual) face this weekend, though not related to MK, that I can't write Charles for shit.
But I tend to dwell on that stuff, because that's how I am. I've also gotten ... well, I'm not really certain what to say. Besides utterly brilliant comments that can actually go on longer than the damned fics themselves, I've had people tell me they've dreamed about my characters, or had my stories do more mundane things, like interrupt dinner. I've had people get so addicted they were checking out the next chapter on their cell phone at the stoplight. Or occasionally I've heard that someone had a shitty fucking day, and read a MK chapter, and then it wasn't quite so shitty.
And I've gotten stuff in my mailboxes, virtual and real life, crazy awesome stuff like a shawl that's so fucking pretty I don't think I can wear it, and a crazy ass plush of Stitch dressed as Charles Ofdenson, plus this fucked up fan art of stuff like Charles wearing wings and characters like Raziel that I had never seen clearly before. Downloads of songs about elephants. About a million five pictures of angels.
It's been a strange year. I lost a job I had nearly a decade, and spent almost six months in a place that was so abusive, I suspect I have mild PTSD. Even if it didn't do anything else, writing this shit helped me through that too.
So, have some of Auntie's Sarasvati's pie. On me. With a magic fucking sparkler in it.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Time goes by
Warnings: Pie
Notes: This is, more or less, the one year anniversary of Mythklok. (More later...)
Charles stared at the delicious Dutch apple pie, sitting untouched at his desk.
A single sparkler was stuck more or less in the center, sending insane yellow sparks tumbling hither and thither.
Sitting on the opposite side of the desk, splayed with elaborate casualness in the guest chair, Ganesh grinned that mad elephant grin and followed Charles' every movement with teasing eyes.
Charles sat back. He steepled his hands.
"So. Anniversary."
Ganesh did not reply. The grin - the smile that was already too big - merely widened.
Charles leaned forward a fraction. "Can't be wedding. That's been too recent."
"You are correct."
"First date?"
Ganesh shook his head.
"First kiss?"
Head shake.
"First time we did ... you know?"
Ganesh laughed. "That was nice. But no."
Charles frowned. "First time I said I love you? Second time I said I love you? Third time I said I love you! Time you finally fucking told me you loved me back?"
"Those are all worthy occasions, but no."
"Moving into the suite? Drinking martinis? Fighting demons? Driving a stick shift? Dancing the Mahabharata? Playing Scrabble? Going to Hell?"
"All no."
"Getting back out of Hell? Going to that other hell? Going to the DMV? Shaving that damned beard?"
"I liked the beard," said Ganesh, rubbing his face. "But no."
"Going to the library? Superglued your tusk back on?”
“I never used Superglue!”
“Forged my name on some documents? I know you do it as well as the band when I'm high!”
"Sariel!”
“What?”
“Look at what's in front of you!"
"This fucking sparkler you've magicked so it won't quit fucking sparkling?"
"The pie."
"The pie?"
"The pie!"
"You're serving me a pie that's a year old?"
Ganesh shook his head and reached into his jacket. "I kept it. Silly sentimental thing, really. From Auntie Sarasvati."
Ganesh flipped a small card onto Charles' desk. He picked it up. In Auntie Sarasvati's neat handwriting, it said, "For Ganesha and my little jaanu, Sariel, so he will not pine away."
"It was the first time I recollect that we ever had something addressed to us two," Ganesh explained. "Of course, as I recall, you then ate the entire pie yourself, and got a terrific tummy ache...."
"IT'S OUR PIE-NNIVERSARY?" Charles demanded.
"Well," Ganesh smiled, "yes, you could say....". But he was unable to complete his thought. In his years of being around an angel, he had still not yet been able to quite determine how they do this, but they sometimes move in mysterious ways, and he now found that he was no longer elegantly draped over the guest chair, as he had been dragged to the floor, and was being kissed rather enthusiastically by Charles, who had somehow got on top of him.
"You.... You don't want your pie?" Ganesh asked when at last the clinch broke.
"Who needs pie? I have you."
And they smiled at one another.
"But. Uh.... Can I still have some pie?". Ganesh nodded and they stood.
"Can you voodoo that fucking sparkler so it stops that shit?" Charles asked, now nearly mad with pie-mania after waiting so damned long.
Ganesh licked his thumb and index finger, and used them to extinguish the offending sparkler. "now, do you have a pie cutter?"
"Who needs a pie cutter?"
"Not when you have an angel I guess...."
----
So, this is the first anniversary of Mythklok. Hey, I missed by a couple days, but no one was fucking reading over the weekend anyway.
These used to go on CLDK. Here's the first one:
http://capslokdethklok.livejournal.com/1231364.html
It wasn't called Mythklok back then. I imagine the poor person who wrote the prompt is probably reaching for their Alka-Seltzer right now.
It's now nearly 70 chapters, and my chapters can reach 10K words, so you do the math. Oddly enough, a couple of people who commented on that very first chapter are still around, meaning I haven't quite managed to alienate everybody. Yet. :D
Ganesh didn't make an appearance until chapter 3 or 4, and I think he only had one line. I spent overmuch time instead worrying that Raziel was a Mary Sue, a notion that would probably make her bonk me over the head with her saber if she heard it.
I had never had the nerve to publish any fiction at all in public until about a month before I posted the first chapter. Since then, I've received, I firmly believe, some of the harshest comments I've ever seen in the fandom. Quite seriously, when I go to CLDK, the reviews for other folks seem to run like, "YOUR FIC MADE ME SEE THE FACE OF GOD WHILST TAKING A MAGIC SHIT!" For me, I get "You fic doesn't make any fucking sense." "Yeah, whatever." "That whole chapter was WRONG." And, I got told to my (virtual) face this weekend, though not related to MK, that I can't write Charles for shit.
But I tend to dwell on that stuff, because that's how I am. I've also gotten ... well, I'm not really certain what to say. Besides utterly brilliant comments that can actually go on longer than the damned fics themselves, I've had people tell me they've dreamed about my characters, or had my stories do more mundane things, like interrupt dinner. I've had people get so addicted they were checking out the next chapter on their cell phone at the stoplight. Or occasionally I've heard that someone had a shitty fucking day, and read a MK chapter, and then it wasn't quite so shitty.
And I've gotten stuff in my mailboxes, virtual and real life, crazy awesome stuff like a shawl that's so fucking pretty I don't think I can wear it, and a crazy ass plush of Stitch dressed as Charles Ofdenson, plus this fucked up fan art of stuff like Charles wearing wings and characters like Raziel that I had never seen clearly before. Downloads of songs about elephants. About a million five pictures of angels.
It's been a strange year. I lost a job I had nearly a decade, and spent almost six months in a place that was so abusive, I suspect I have mild PTSD. Even if it didn't do anything else, writing this shit helped me through that too.
So, have some of Auntie's Sarasvati's pie. On me. With a magic fucking sparkler in it.
