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AU
Title: AU
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Something is rotten in the state of Mordland
Warnings: Slash, weirdness
Notes: I have no idea. Really, no idea.
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capslokdethklok.
Charles burst into the meeting room at Mordhaus and angrily tossed his bloodstained sword onto the conference room table.
“Guys,” he said accusingly, “What do you know about this, ah, ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Uhhhhhhhh,” said Nathan, guiltily brushing Pickles off his lap.
“ARE WE IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Why ams you t’ink dats?” asked Skwisgaar, briefly pausing from French kising Toki.
“Is it it ‘cause we’re actin’ so gay, dood?” asked Pickles, hopping onto Skwisgaar’s lap.
“No.”
“Oh,” said Pickles.
“Ams it because you ams killed some robots ninja guys with your swords ons da way to da daily meetings?” Toki posited, busily knitting his Mithril vest.
“No.”
“Is it because of my pet Chimera?” asked Nathan, tugging on the leash of the snarling, lion-headed, snake-bodied beast. “It’s because of MY PET CHIMERA, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Well, what ams wrongs den?” wondered Skwisgaar, peering into his hand mirror, dabbing on mascara and adjusting his miniskirt.
“I just ran into some, ah, INTERESTING and COMPLEX female characters!”
“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
“Murderface!” shouted Pickles, cuddling Toki by the fireside.
Incensed, the band broke into William Murderface’s torture-device decked bedroom. They found him in a corner, huddled over his Dethlaptop.
“I’m schorry, bros. I juscht wanted an intelligent converschation about literary ficschion!”
“Murderface, LAY OFF THE MARTY STUS!”
“I guessch you’ll have to schplit now, Gretchen,” Murderface told the intelligent and emotionally shaded girl sitting in his room after the rest of the band had all departed to have an orgy and also snack on Cool Ranch Doritos.
“But I so wanted to dialog about Jane Austen!” she protested.
“Schensche and Schenschibility will juscht have to wait until we all dwell in a better world.”
“Goodbye, Murderface. I’ll never forget your literary sensibility!”
“You may call me, Mischter Darschy,” the bassist told her, hitting the DELETE key and blowing a fond kiss goodbye.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Something is rotten in the state of Mordland
Warnings: Slash, weirdness
Notes: I have no idea. Really, no idea.
Cross posted to
capslokdethklok.Charles burst into the meeting room at Mordhaus and angrily tossed his bloodstained sword onto the conference room table.
“Guys,” he said accusingly, “What do you know about this, ah, ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Uhhhhhhhh,” said Nathan, guiltily brushing Pickles off his lap.
“ARE WE IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Why ams you t’ink dats?” asked Skwisgaar, briefly pausing from French kising Toki.
“Is it it ‘cause we’re actin’ so gay, dood?” asked Pickles, hopping onto Skwisgaar’s lap.
“No.”
“Oh,” said Pickles.
“Ams it because you ams killed some robots ninja guys with your swords ons da way to da daily meetings?” Toki posited, busily knitting his Mithril vest.
“No.”
“Is it because of my pet Chimera?” asked Nathan, tugging on the leash of the snarling, lion-headed, snake-bodied beast. “It’s because of MY PET CHIMERA, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Well, what ams wrongs den?” wondered Skwisgaar, peering into his hand mirror, dabbing on mascara and adjusting his miniskirt.
“I just ran into some, ah, INTERESTING and COMPLEX female characters!”
“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
“Murderface!” shouted Pickles, cuddling Toki by the fireside.
Incensed, the band broke into William Murderface’s torture-device decked bedroom. They found him in a corner, huddled over his Dethlaptop.
“I’m schorry, bros. I juscht wanted an intelligent converschation about literary ficschion!”
“Murderface, LAY OFF THE MARTY STUS!”
“I guessch you’ll have to schplit now, Gretchen,” Murderface told the intelligent and emotionally shaded girl sitting in his room after the rest of the band had all departed to have an orgy and also snack on Cool Ranch Doritos.
“But I so wanted to dialog about Jane Austen!” she protested.
“Schensche and Schenschibility will juscht have to wait until we all dwell in a better world.”
“Goodbye, Murderface. I’ll never forget your literary sensibility!”
“You may call me, Mischter Darschy,” the bassist told her, hitting the DELETE key and blowing a fond kiss goodbye.
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:D
“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
QFE.
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Awesome random insanity, the best kind.
Heh, everything is normal except for the interesting female characters...
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And I laughed.
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“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
And the notion of any of these guys writing fanfiction is just one that I love to itty bitty pieces. X3
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I think this means I'm not allowed to try any N/C for at least another 30 days. :D
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Gotta say, I like this version of Murderface, though if he'd be willing to talk SF instead of Austen....
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CHARLES: AAAARRRRGH! *taser* *taser* *taser* *taser*
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(OTOH, maybe he just doesn't like Victorian literature. In some cases, I really can't blame him.)
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IS BARGAIN!!!!
I WILL TAKE ONE!
Charles in my living room: *taser* *taser* *taser* *taser* *taser*
Seriously Annoyed Husband: *lightsaber* SNNNK!
Oops! Maybe not good strategy. I will leave Charles to roam free and queer with his taser....
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I lost it at that line, I could hear Nathan growl/yell it. Again, I have to say veeeerrrrryyy funny.
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Just the thing to put me in a better mood after dropping my phone in the toilet this morning. Thank you.
(and I thought you said you weren't writing N/C anymore... hee! )
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Yeah, I should probably taser myself for that, huh? :D
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Hahaha... this was great. I especially loved the "wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
XDD
Also: Mischter Darschy.
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I halfway think I wrote this just to have Murderface say "Sense and Sensibility."
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Well, at least I'm evil.
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And isnt' that really ALL THAT MATTERS????
(Do you need a Toki!hug? And a puppy?)
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Pretty much, yeah.
A Toki!hug would be wonderful right about now. I had to Toki!punch someone today for kicking my ass at dominoes. I even yelled out, "Toki!PUNCH!" as I slugged him. I was winning, darnit.
Ooo, a puppy! Oh crap, we can't have dogs in the apartment building. Underwater friends are fine, though. :)
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DID YOU REALLY???
Seriously, dood, awesome!!
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In my mind, "Falcon-PUNCH!" is now, "Toki!PUNCH!", and you get a slug in the arm. He deserved his Toki!punch, really.
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And this was my favorite line: “It’s because of MY PET CHIMERA, isn’t it?”
Oh Nathan.
LOL at the complex female character thing!