Windchaser

An experiment, for the curious, based on my evening's observations.

Why does fruit (from the same giant can of fruit salad) all sink to the bottom in strawberry jelly, but all float to the top in lime jelly?

(I think my icon is a lie)

Sooo, remember this?

Yeah. Oops!

Poor Whitesides. He seems to have tripped over and fell into the wrong fandom. (It’s still Hasbro, what’s he whining about?) This is NOT the transformation he is familiar with.

He says “Longbeam wouldn’t put up with this, why don’t you go pick on HER every once in a while.” Uh, because she wouldn’t put up with it? (You, on the other hand, just roll over and let me do it, love.)

…I’m not sure what look I was trying to achieve here. Policebike-pony-sparklebot-whatever? He’s not a cyborg – more like, halfway between synthoid and full robot. WHY AM I OVERDESCRIBING THIS. It’s just stupid. Pls to be living with this fact.

No, I am not a fan of “My Little Pony” (although that much was probably obvious by my atrocious drawing) – I don’t have anything against it, but magic multicoloured tiny horses aren’t exactly my thing, any more. (The last time I watched MLP was in 1986, when the film came out. I was… four? Maybe five? Holy target demographic, Batman!)

...I forgot to post it here: Anyone up fort a Christmas Card this year? I'M TRYINGG to get the design done, ON TIME FOR ONCE, this year

I don't really have an excuse for this. ^^ It's highly stupid and mostly cracky and fell out of my headspace when my alarm clock poked me out of some delicious REMs, one morning.
(In order to be sure I actually wake up, I have to have three alarm clocks and they all go off randomly at 5-7 minute intervals for about 30 minutes before I'm actually AWAKE. For the first few minutes of that I'm still bumbling around mostly in REM, so I end up getting some pretty vivid dreams. I just don't manage to always write them down - which is something I think I need to change, ha.)

And of course, I've dreamed about various Seekers (and their progeny) a number of times, lately. This is one such dream; the approx 1700 words of prime stupidity that floated to the surface of my brainpan this morning.

It's a bit of a spoiler, as it's set waaay into the future of the Blue AU, some time significantly AFTER the end of "Future Tense" (which I'm still working on, I promise! I just have some major plot surgery to do), when a certain are-they/aren't-they couple have FINALLY decided that yeah, they've yelled at each other for long enough, and they've enjoyed interacting/playing mad scientist enought to want to get back together. (Because we all know they will, eventually, even if it does take TC banging their heads together to knock a little bit of sense back in?)

The reason for the little sojourn to Earth is probably just so that el Screaming one can upset the delicate inner balance of the Ark, but didn't count on his own inner balance being the one affected. Thousands of years of relative peace do not negate the desire certain Twins have when it comes to pranking certain jets.

I accept no responsibility for the breaking of brains. Read at Own Risk.

( Hello, Chicken )

(Edit: I knooow, it goes very OOC towards the end, haha. But hey, it was a dream, I can't help it if my subconscious does weird things.)

A/N: Today, I have no witty comments. :) Whee.

( ‘‘Screaming Blue Murder’’, Chapter 30 )

A/N: I WAS going to post chapters 28 and 29 in the same post, as they're short(-er than my normal chapters?). But ElJay say "nooo, tl:dr!" so I had to divide it in two. Bah!

( ‘‘Screaming Blue Murder’’, Chapter 28 )

So it's St Valentines day, so shoot me. :) I felt like being stupid for a while. (This doesn't relate to any story I've written yet, I just felt like writing it. Yay!)

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     Eri sat slumped in the armchair, bored beyond belief. He’d been in the combined bathroom/wardrobe for ever. (Well, forever in comparison to his usual speedy “wash and polish”.) What the hell it was took Synth so long to actually do she didn’t know, but whatever it was she was tired of waiting; there were only so many times a Vulline could brush her hair, fiddle with her jewellery. She had her back to the door, sitting at her desk and “adjusting” her makeup, when he finally emerged.
     “Well?” he asked, in That tone of voice, and she immediately got a nagging sense of oh-no-what’s-he-done-THIS-time…?
     She turned warily to face him… And for a full thirty seconds she found she could only stand and gape; his reasons for being in the bathroom for so long were immediately apparent. He looked absolutely stunning – but he was wearing a dress (as well as makeup and gloves and half a dozen other elegant but very girly things).
     “Iios-… You can’t wear that-!” she stammered.
     “Why not?” he twirled elegantly, and his long, flowing, slightly curled hair followed in a graceful arc.
     “-…! It’s a dress!”
     “So?” he pouted, elaborately, and let his voice drift into a seductive (but fairly androgynous) velvet husk. “I think it rather complements my eyes.”
     “But you’re male!”
     “A fairly non-functional one,” he reminded her. “And what does that matter, anyway? Girls can wear trousers, so why can’t I wear a skirt?”
     She covered her face with her hands. “You’re supposed to be my consort-”
     “Oh, come on, you’ll love the attention,” he – she? – took her arm, and patted her hand. “Come on darling. Our public awaits!”
     “You’re hopeless,” Eri groaned, but let herself be led.

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Well, why not? :)