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crossover_chickOr, at the very least, happy Mad Hatter Day! :D And unlike with BTTF and CB, I found a truly proper way to celebrate -- the A:MR Storybook app, which serves as a sum-up/refresher on AMA. I even saved one of the promo pictures you can get through it (via finding the alchemical symbols) to my photo gallery, and now it's my iPad wallpaper. :D (It's a picture of Alice jumping in the Vale of Tears, for those curious.)
Today is also my friend Ael's birthday, so here's some fic for you! Based on semi-recent events in RP-land:
"Hey little guy. . ."
Clark watches as Marty very carefully cradles the newest addition to the Kent family in his arms. April's hovering just over the young man's shoulder, keeping a wary eye out for trouble. Not that either of them think there's likely to be any. Marty's about as normal as their friends get – no superstrength or other powers troublesome around children. And he's a sensitive guy too, sitting abnormally still as to not jostle the fragile newborn. Even with all that, though, both of them can't help but worry. April's rough pregnancy, coupled with Wil's hard birth and his stay in the NICU, means that both of them are still just a little on-edge. Not even a month is enough – especially when you factor in just how small and weak poor Wil is.
Marty's doing admirably so far, though, Clark has to say. Wil hasn't cried, or squirmed, or sent off any signals of mental distress. He seems perfectly content to just lie there and stare at this new person. "Heard you went ahead and joined the party early," Marty tells him, grinning. "Just couldn't wait to get into the world, huh? Don't worry, though – your mom and dad know how to handle new arrivals. I'm sure you'll – you – you just didn't."
For a split-second, all of Clark's worst fears race through his head. Then he notices April, rather than swooping in as the protective mother, is instead covering a laugh. "What?" he asks, now more confused than concerned.
Marty glares up at him, just as a familiar smell hits his nose. "He peed on me."
. . .YOU NAMED THE KID WILLIAM I HAD TO Seriously, though, I was wondering what to write you, and then this hit me out of the blue as something that could potentially be amusing. XD Hope you like!
Fanarts of the day: Nebbychan draws adorable modern!AU kidlet!versions of Victoria, Alice, and Victor, and Chapter 3 of "Finding You" by Lilyenrenn -- sleep-mussed Victor IS very cute. :D I am seriously spoiled here on the fanart thing lately. XD
All right, time to do Forgotten's queue (which is rather small -- both he and Butterfly Boy had very quiet days), plop on DW replies, sneak in a watch of the AMA trailer (which is still my favorite video game trailer ever), and then try to get to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. Night all!
Today is also my friend Ael's birthday, so here's some fic for you! Based on semi-recent events in RP-land:
"Hey little guy. . ."
Clark watches as Marty very carefully cradles the newest addition to the Kent family in his arms. April's hovering just over the young man's shoulder, keeping a wary eye out for trouble. Not that either of them think there's likely to be any. Marty's about as normal as their friends get – no superstrength or other powers troublesome around children. And he's a sensitive guy too, sitting abnormally still as to not jostle the fragile newborn. Even with all that, though, both of them can't help but worry. April's rough pregnancy, coupled with Wil's hard birth and his stay in the NICU, means that both of them are still just a little on-edge. Not even a month is enough – especially when you factor in just how small and weak poor Wil is.
Marty's doing admirably so far, though, Clark has to say. Wil hasn't cried, or squirmed, or sent off any signals of mental distress. He seems perfectly content to just lie there and stare at this new person. "Heard you went ahead and joined the party early," Marty tells him, grinning. "Just couldn't wait to get into the world, huh? Don't worry, though – your mom and dad know how to handle new arrivals. I'm sure you'll – you – you just didn't."
For a split-second, all of Clark's worst fears race through his head. Then he notices April, rather than swooping in as the protective mother, is instead covering a laugh. "What?" he asks, now more confused than concerned.
Marty glares up at him, just as a familiar smell hits his nose. "He peed on me."
. . .YOU NAMED THE KID WILLIAM I HAD TO Seriously, though, I was wondering what to write you, and then this hit me out of the blue as something that could potentially be amusing. XD Hope you like!
Fanarts of the day: Nebbychan draws adorable modern!AU kidlet!versions of Victoria, Alice, and Victor, and Chapter 3 of "Finding You" by Lilyenrenn -- sleep-mussed Victor IS very cute. :D I am seriously spoiled here on the fanart thing lately. XD
All right, time to do Forgotten's queue (which is rather small -- both he and Butterfly Boy had very quiet days), plop on DW replies, sneak in a watch of the AMA trailer (which is still my favorite video game trailer ever), and then try to get to bed at a semi-reasonable hour. Night all!
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