Voices in my Head...
Apr. 5th, 2005 12:59 pmMy contribution to the Bad Fic-Off is on hold for right now until I get my final story for Creative Writing done. I need to sit my ass down and start writing or at least plotmapping, because this fucker's gonna be long.
A friend made an observation that Ethan seems to have taken over my brain. It is fairly impressive--in the course of a bit more than a month, he's turned into the biggest chara-chibi who hasn't turned into a Chibi with a capital C. Trillian is bigger, but she's also my "Science = love" Chibi and my Gadget Chibi. Diana is also bigger, but she's my substitute Academic Chibi (she beat up the real one--it explains much about my school habits) and Mental Librarian. The Hentai Chibi (whose purrrview includes yaoi duties--he's never seen the sense in splitting them up) is much, much larger, but he's never been a character chibi. Writer Chibi (I've got to get her a name, she does too much work to just go about as "Writer") is obviously far larger than Ethan, but again she has never been a character chibi. Aere, Suvo, Patches, and the Cryostorage Gang are all chara-chibis, but none of them are anywhere near Ethan's size. Aere in his heyday (before Imiel's mom said he couldn't come out and play anymore) might have been able to compete, but not now.
Aere: I miss Imiel. *sniffle*
Suvo: Oh come off it, don't start that crying stuff again. 'M sure you'll see your prat of a fire-mage again. 'S not right for a grown man to cry and carry on in the manner that you do.
Trillian: He is only nineteen, and fairly emotionally fragile. Give him a break, Suvo.
Suvo: In which arm? When I was nineteen, I was robbing caravans by myself with only Bucephalon for backup! Damn, I miss that horse...wish I hadn't had to sell him, but it was between Bucephalon and food, and if I didn't sell him neither of us was going to get fed.
Ethan: Must've been hard, parting with something you actually purchased.
Suvo: Are you impugning my dignity as a bandit, you over-read wanker? I stole Bucephalon fair and square!
Ethan: Fucking thief.
Suvo: Yes I am! I am a thief, and I fuck. Obviously, I fuck a lot more than you unless you've been molesting that little waiter-boy. How old is he now, Mr. Alchemist?
Ethan: You can shut the fuck up about Aaron right now.
Suvo: Ooooooh! Methinks I may have tapped a nerve! Is he even legal?
Ethan: Yes, he's fucking legal, and we haven't even done anything like that yet, you goddamn pervert.
Suvo: Nah, the pervert is the kitty-boy over there making a dolly of your boytoy. So how much younger than you is he? Do you even know, you cradle-robber, you dirty old man, you?
Ethan: I'm going to kill you. You are never going to be able to eat without testing it first again.
Suvo: Come off it. I'll just regenerate anyway, and kill you for trying it. You'll heal up too, but it takes a while to fix yourself up after dismemberment.
And so it goes with the voices in my head. Oy vey.
Why is there no Sudeki fanfiction? Wait, I take it back: actually, there is Sudeki fanfic. There is one singular Sudeki fanfic, and it sucks. Why am I denied good Tal/Elco? Do I have to write my gorram own?
Zombie death! Sorry,
tarvosio, you're zombie chow.
A friend made an observation that Ethan seems to have taken over my brain. It is fairly impressive--in the course of a bit more than a month, he's turned into the biggest chara-chibi who hasn't turned into a Chibi with a capital C. Trillian is bigger, but she's also my "Science = love" Chibi and my Gadget Chibi. Diana is also bigger, but she's my substitute Academic Chibi (she beat up the real one--it explains much about my school habits) and Mental Librarian. The Hentai Chibi (whose purrrview includes yaoi duties--he's never seen the sense in splitting them up) is much, much larger, but he's never been a character chibi. Writer Chibi (I've got to get her a name, she does too much work to just go about as "Writer") is obviously far larger than Ethan, but again she has never been a character chibi. Aere, Suvo, Patches, and the Cryostorage Gang are all chara-chibis, but none of them are anywhere near Ethan's size. Aere in his heyday (before Imiel's mom said he couldn't come out and play anymore) might have been able to compete, but not now.
Aere: I miss Imiel. *sniffle*
Suvo: Oh come off it, don't start that crying stuff again. 'M sure you'll see your prat of a fire-mage again. 'S not right for a grown man to cry and carry on in the manner that you do.
Trillian: He is only nineteen, and fairly emotionally fragile. Give him a break, Suvo.
Suvo: In which arm? When I was nineteen, I was robbing caravans by myself with only Bucephalon for backup! Damn, I miss that horse...wish I hadn't had to sell him, but it was between Bucephalon and food, and if I didn't sell him neither of us was going to get fed.
Ethan: Must've been hard, parting with something you actually purchased.
Suvo: Are you impugning my dignity as a bandit, you over-read wanker? I stole Bucephalon fair and square!
Ethan: Fucking thief.
Suvo: Yes I am! I am a thief, and I fuck. Obviously, I fuck a lot more than you unless you've been molesting that little waiter-boy. How old is he now, Mr. Alchemist?
Ethan: You can shut the fuck up about Aaron right now.
Suvo: Ooooooh! Methinks I may have tapped a nerve! Is he even legal?
Ethan: Yes, he's fucking legal, and we haven't even done anything like that yet, you goddamn pervert.
Suvo: Nah, the pervert is the kitty-boy over there making a dolly of your boytoy. So how much younger than you is he? Do you even know, you cradle-robber, you dirty old man, you?
Ethan: I'm going to kill you. You are never going to be able to eat without testing it first again.
Suvo: Come off it. I'll just regenerate anyway, and kill you for trying it. You'll heal up too, but it takes a while to fix yourself up after dismemberment.
And so it goes with the voices in my head. Oy vey.
Why is there no Sudeki fanfiction? Wait, I take it back: actually, there is Sudeki fanfic. There is one singular Sudeki fanfic, and it sucks. Why am I denied good Tal/Elco? Do I have to write my gorram own?
Zombie death! Sorry,