Merry Christmas To All!
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crossover_chickI just happened to notice the time as I was passing through and realized it was too perfect for posting up everyone on DW's Christmas fics. XD So without further ado:
Rose:
The back garden was Victor's favorite place in the whole wide world.
Okay, that was putting it a little strongly – the woods just outside town were nice too, and on rainy days he liked the music room best near the back of the house best. But the back garden of their new home was certainly very high on his list. He'd never understood why Mother wanted them to live right on the main square. That's where most of the shops were, and thus most of the people. And Victor, being small and easily crushed or knocked aside, had never liked crowds. But Mother had insisted – maybe because the Everglots lived on the square too, not that anyone saw much of them – and so here they were. In a too-big mansion with the hustle and bustle of daily life almost right on their doorstep. Victor had slowly gotten used to it, but he still couldn't say he liked it.
The back garden was different, though. Here, high walls shut the noise of the village out, and the dull gray cobblestones were replaced with vivid green grass. Mother was not an outdoorsy person by any means, but she was very concerned with making a proper impression on the neighbors (even if they really didn't have any). So despite barely ever coming to sit in (or even look at) it, the garden was kept immaculate on her orders. Well-trimmed roses bushes lined a little path of colorful stones, while daffodils and lilies and a host of other flowers grew in precisely-lined beds. Through spring and summer, the patch behind the house was ablaze with color and life – and even in fall and winter, it was a nice quiet place to get away from all the trials and tribulations of life as Prince of the Cannery Kingdom. If Victor had his way, he'd set up a little tent in the farthest corner and just live out among the bees and butterflies, only coming in to take his meals and go to the toilet.
"Victor! Stop loitering about out there and come inside! The Dunkersons are coming over for tea in less than an hour, and you need to look presentable!"
Unfortunately, his way was one of the few things he didn't get to have. "Yes, Mother!"
"And leave that creature of yours by the kitchen door! Don't need him getting fleas on our guests."
"Yes, Mother." Sighing, Victor shut up his sketchbook and started back to the house, Scraps on his heels. If only the garden came with a gate and a key, so he could lock himself in whenever he wanted. . . .
CB-prequelish stuff with some Secret Garden overtones -- I wanted to do something relating somehow to SG, but I wasn't sure what. Then I got to thinking about Victor's preference for being out in nature, and how he'd probably enjoy a garden where he could keep people out, and this resulted. I think it's pretty cute -- I hope you agree!
Ael:
"So – when does the ridiculous posing start?"
One of these days, Clark reflected, his friend would ask him a question that made sense right when he heard it. "What?"
"You know – getting the kids together and making them do silly crap so you can capture it and embarrass them forever," Marty clarified with an easy smile. "Most parents like to start with sticking their kid on Santa's lap, though I hear the Easter Bunny's popular nowadays too. Christmas is closer, though – right?"
Clark shook his head. "I didn't become a parent to treat my kids like photoshoot props."
"Aw, come on, it's tradition! You should see some of the crazy stuff my parents put me and my siblings through. In fact. . . ." Marty pulled out his wallet and slipped free a picture, holding it up for inspection. "Voila!"
Clark looked. Marty was instantly recognizable in the middle, lounging against an old brick fireplace. His brother Dave was to his left, sporting a Mickey Mouse shirt (the same one from the famous photograph in the movie?) and a cowboy hat while making a peace sign. Sister Linda was on the right, looking particularly 80s in her pink leopard-print pants and matching huge lacy hair bow. Centered between the three on a folding table was a large white cake with chocolate swirls. "Birthday?" he guessed.
"Actually, one of Uncle Joey's non-homecoming parties," Marty clarified, turning the photo toward himself. "Mom made us pose so she could send him proof we'd expected him to get out this time." His expression turned sadly wistful. "I was embarrassed as hell at the time, but now. . . ."
Clark put a hand on his arm. "Well. . .I'm pretty sure you could convince Dee to throw on a cowboy hat for a holiday picture." With a mock sigh, he added, "And yeah, we could probably get some Santa hats or reindeer antlers for Jonathan, Laura, and William. . ."
Marty grinned at him, all traces of melancholy melting away. "That's the spirit."
It seems to be tradition now that I do something relating to our RP characters -- and this year, inspiration struck from a rather unusual place. I've been rereading the B to the F: The Novelization of Back To The Future tumblr on my lunch breaks at work lately (check it out, it's by Ryan North and it's very funny), and I came across this post, which shows off an alternate version of the famous "erased from existence" photograph. I can understand why they chose the one in the movie (less cluttered/weird-looking/allows for the line "cut off your brother's hair" because Dave's not inexplicably wearing a cowboy hat), but seeing this one sparked off some ideas. After all, my Marty never went through the movies -- why shouldn't he have a different picture, just for shits and giggles? Combine it with the tradition of kids sitting on Santa's lap for pictures, and you've got yourself a fic.
Moose:
"Can you believe we've made three now?"
"Made? George, it's not like we stuck them in the oven and baked them."
"You know what I mean." George poked his nose into the blankets, gently nuzzling the newest member of his family. "Two colts and a filly. . .back in high school, I couldn't see myself even having one foal."
"I'm not surprised, being a stallion and all."
"You're very sarcastic after you've given birth."
"It distracts me from the screaming agony I just went through." Lorraine smiled from where she was flopped across the bed. "All worth it, though. . .how is little Marty?"
"Doing just fine," George said, smiling as the tiny colt yawned. He carefully picked up the handle of the blanket "basket" and carried him over so Lorraine could see for herself. "I think he takes after you."
Lorraine wrapped a hoof around the foal, shaking her head. "No, he's definitely your son. Look at that orange coat – that could only come from you."
"That's definitely your muzzle, though."
"Maybe. . .I guess we'll know for sure when he gets his cutie mark, hmm?" Lorraine adjusted the swaddling where it had pulled loose. "Dave and Linda are going to be thrilled."
"We hope."
"Oh, they don't have a choice. It's not like we can take him back."
George laughed, making the colt squirm and open shockingly-blue eyes. "Oops – sorry," he said, licking back the baby's hair. "Go back to sleep."
Marty seemed to think this a good idea, yawning and tucking his muzzle under a flap of blue. George smiled, lying down next to his wife and new son. Yes, definitely not where he'd thought he'd end up in high school – but all the better for it.
Pony!BTTF, because even if I'm not really into MLP:FiM anymore, I know you still are! And I still find it fun to write about pony versions of some of our favorite characters. You can consider this a kind of sequel to the fic I wrote you for your birthday about Pony!George and Biff. No, he really didn't think he'd end up with such a nice life. . .but you never know what the universe will throw at you, do you? I really don't know why I picture George as being orange -- I did make Marty orange when I created him in the Pony Creator on devART, so that probably had something to do with it. Either way, enjoy some pony fluff.
Gigs:
"You are not going to believe the top story in the paper today."
"Marty, I've lived here five years," Victor retorted from his position in front of the wingnut bin. "I'm married to the city's most famous monster killer, my best friends own a time-traveling flying steam train, I speak regularly with Her Majesty's White Knight and his wife, I get my hats from a person more mechanics than flesh and whose wife is a Reanimated, and I myself am the proud creator of a riding butterfly. What in the Gears & Grind could possibly shock me by now?"
"How about Hiccup Haddock managing to levitate the whole island his village lives on by accident?"
". . .What?"
Snickering, Marty handed over the paper. Victor flipped it open and read. According to the article, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had been testing an anti-gravitational device as a potential aid for weak-flying dragons – only for the field generated by said device to envelop the whole of Berk and rip it clean out of the sea. It was now floating a good seven miles up, thankfully immune to the various winds that swirled around up there. Even more amazing, the Berkians were quite happy with this turn of events, having immediately turned down Hiccup's apologies and promises to reverse the effect. In fact: "We're hoping to levitate more islands – unoccupied ones of course – and use them as a proper dragon sanctuary! I've always wanted to try my hand at breeding more hybrids, and this 'dragon vale' would be the perfect place!"
Victor folded the paper up and handed it back. "Okay, so maybe I can still get shocked occasionally." He contemplated a wingnut. ". . .think they'll allow visitors up there?"
Secundus/DragonVale crossover! Sort of, anyway. XD I wasn't sure if I wanted to do Secundus fic or DragonVale fic for the occasion, but then it hit me -- I already have people who breed and study dragons in the Secundus verse. Why not combine the two? It all fell into place from there. (Though strangely enough, I didn't remember until just this moment there's also a How To Train Your Dragon dragon-park game. . . *shrug* Ah well. I think Hiccup would get a kick out of the hybrids available in DragonVale anyway.)
Mad Scientist:
All right, Jeannie thought, slapping her hands together. It's all starting to come together. Got all the Superman in one pile, all the Bat-Jerk in another, all the Wonder Woman in a third, and -
And the comic currently hovering in front of her was very clearly not even of her universe. "All right, Marty, pulling stuff out of thin air is my gig."
"I got this from a comic shop at home," Marty told her, dropping it in her lap. "And yeah, I know it's your rival, but take a look at it anyway."
"Why?"
"Because it's proof that Marvel might have screwed its characters' lives up worse than DC, at least in one universe."
Jeannie doubted this – surely Marty had seen some of the crap they'd heaped upon her pudding and her kid – but picked up the issue anyway. The sight of a swarm of classic Marvel superheroes greeted her – Captain America, Wolverine, Spider-Man, and the Hulk, among others. It seemed like the typical start to one your "oh the universe is in peril again let's everybody fight" crossovers–
Except every last one of them was a rotting, corpsey mess. Captain America's jaw was almost completely exposed, the Hulk's eyes were a frightening blank white, and – geez louise, was that Cyclops in the corner carrying his own head around?! Startled, she turned her gaze to the title. "Marvel Zombies??"
"Yeah – apparently all the superheroes on earth got infected with one of your standard 'eat everyone' viruses, and – well, ate everyone," Marty told her. "It's a miniseries that was way popular for a while back in the mid 2000s. . .dunno what happened, but everyone went nuts for zombies back then. Anyway, by this point they're chewing on each other, and I hear it ends with a bunch of them eating Galactus – the guy who usually devours whole freaking planets in the normal verses." He shook his head. "Can you imagine if DC had done their own version?"
The image of a zombified Joker, lower jaw stripped of flesh, blood and brains between his teeth, popped into her head. Jeannie shuddered and tossed the comic aside. "Yeah. . .we've got enough to deal with." Well, there goes my lunch plans. . . .
Yes hi you're new but you still get something by virtue of our characters tangling so often. :P This one was inspired by Linkara's Christmas review this year -- "Zombies Christmas Carol," which originally came out under the "Marvel Zombies" title (despite having nothing to do with that actual verse). I don't know much about the miniseries, but I did know it was very creepy -- and then I got to wondering how someone from another comic company might react. As far as I know, DC never did a full-on zombie verse, but you'll have to let me know if I'm wrong. Either way, I think Jeannie's right -- they have MORE than enough to deal with without throwing zombie memories into the mix. Hope you like!
Merry Christmas, everybody! I'll be back later to tell you all about my day! (Spoilers: I've got my freaking window open because its in the 60s, today is AWESOME)
Rose:
The back garden was Victor's favorite place in the whole wide world.
Okay, that was putting it a little strongly – the woods just outside town were nice too, and on rainy days he liked the music room best near the back of the house best. But the back garden of their new home was certainly very high on his list. He'd never understood why Mother wanted them to live right on the main square. That's where most of the shops were, and thus most of the people. And Victor, being small and easily crushed or knocked aside, had never liked crowds. But Mother had insisted – maybe because the Everglots lived on the square too, not that anyone saw much of them – and so here they were. In a too-big mansion with the hustle and bustle of daily life almost right on their doorstep. Victor had slowly gotten used to it, but he still couldn't say he liked it.
The back garden was different, though. Here, high walls shut the noise of the village out, and the dull gray cobblestones were replaced with vivid green grass. Mother was not an outdoorsy person by any means, but she was very concerned with making a proper impression on the neighbors (even if they really didn't have any). So despite barely ever coming to sit in (or even look at) it, the garden was kept immaculate on her orders. Well-trimmed roses bushes lined a little path of colorful stones, while daffodils and lilies and a host of other flowers grew in precisely-lined beds. Through spring and summer, the patch behind the house was ablaze with color and life – and even in fall and winter, it was a nice quiet place to get away from all the trials and tribulations of life as Prince of the Cannery Kingdom. If Victor had his way, he'd set up a little tent in the farthest corner and just live out among the bees and butterflies, only coming in to take his meals and go to the toilet.
"Victor! Stop loitering about out there and come inside! The Dunkersons are coming over for tea in less than an hour, and you need to look presentable!"
Unfortunately, his way was one of the few things he didn't get to have. "Yes, Mother!"
"And leave that creature of yours by the kitchen door! Don't need him getting fleas on our guests."
"Yes, Mother." Sighing, Victor shut up his sketchbook and started back to the house, Scraps on his heels. If only the garden came with a gate and a key, so he could lock himself in whenever he wanted. . . .
CB-prequelish stuff with some Secret Garden overtones -- I wanted to do something relating somehow to SG, but I wasn't sure what. Then I got to thinking about Victor's preference for being out in nature, and how he'd probably enjoy a garden where he could keep people out, and this resulted. I think it's pretty cute -- I hope you agree!
Ael:
"So – when does the ridiculous posing start?"
One of these days, Clark reflected, his friend would ask him a question that made sense right when he heard it. "What?"
"You know – getting the kids together and making them do silly crap so you can capture it and embarrass them forever," Marty clarified with an easy smile. "Most parents like to start with sticking their kid on Santa's lap, though I hear the Easter Bunny's popular nowadays too. Christmas is closer, though – right?"
Clark shook his head. "I didn't become a parent to treat my kids like photoshoot props."
"Aw, come on, it's tradition! You should see some of the crazy stuff my parents put me and my siblings through. In fact. . . ." Marty pulled out his wallet and slipped free a picture, holding it up for inspection. "Voila!"
Clark looked. Marty was instantly recognizable in the middle, lounging against an old brick fireplace. His brother Dave was to his left, sporting a Mickey Mouse shirt (the same one from the famous photograph in the movie?) and a cowboy hat while making a peace sign. Sister Linda was on the right, looking particularly 80s in her pink leopard-print pants and matching huge lacy hair bow. Centered between the three on a folding table was a large white cake with chocolate swirls. "Birthday?" he guessed.
"Actually, one of Uncle Joey's non-homecoming parties," Marty clarified, turning the photo toward himself. "Mom made us pose so she could send him proof we'd expected him to get out this time." His expression turned sadly wistful. "I was embarrassed as hell at the time, but now. . . ."
Clark put a hand on his arm. "Well. . .I'm pretty sure you could convince Dee to throw on a cowboy hat for a holiday picture." With a mock sigh, he added, "And yeah, we could probably get some Santa hats or reindeer antlers for Jonathan, Laura, and William. . ."
Marty grinned at him, all traces of melancholy melting away. "That's the spirit."
It seems to be tradition now that I do something relating to our RP characters -- and this year, inspiration struck from a rather unusual place. I've been rereading the B to the F: The Novelization of Back To The Future tumblr on my lunch breaks at work lately (check it out, it's by Ryan North and it's very funny), and I came across this post, which shows off an alternate version of the famous "erased from existence" photograph. I can understand why they chose the one in the movie (less cluttered/weird-looking/allows for the line "cut off your brother's hair" because Dave's not inexplicably wearing a cowboy hat), but seeing this one sparked off some ideas. After all, my Marty never went through the movies -- why shouldn't he have a different picture, just for shits and giggles? Combine it with the tradition of kids sitting on Santa's lap for pictures, and you've got yourself a fic.
Moose:
"Can you believe we've made three now?"
"Made? George, it's not like we stuck them in the oven and baked them."
"You know what I mean." George poked his nose into the blankets, gently nuzzling the newest member of his family. "Two colts and a filly. . .back in high school, I couldn't see myself even having one foal."
"I'm not surprised, being a stallion and all."
"You're very sarcastic after you've given birth."
"It distracts me from the screaming agony I just went through." Lorraine smiled from where she was flopped across the bed. "All worth it, though. . .how is little Marty?"
"Doing just fine," George said, smiling as the tiny colt yawned. He carefully picked up the handle of the blanket "basket" and carried him over so Lorraine could see for herself. "I think he takes after you."
Lorraine wrapped a hoof around the foal, shaking her head. "No, he's definitely your son. Look at that orange coat – that could only come from you."
"That's definitely your muzzle, though."
"Maybe. . .I guess we'll know for sure when he gets his cutie mark, hmm?" Lorraine adjusted the swaddling where it had pulled loose. "Dave and Linda are going to be thrilled."
"We hope."
"Oh, they don't have a choice. It's not like we can take him back."
George laughed, making the colt squirm and open shockingly-blue eyes. "Oops – sorry," he said, licking back the baby's hair. "Go back to sleep."
Marty seemed to think this a good idea, yawning and tucking his muzzle under a flap of blue. George smiled, lying down next to his wife and new son. Yes, definitely not where he'd thought he'd end up in high school – but all the better for it.
Pony!BTTF, because even if I'm not really into MLP:FiM anymore, I know you still are! And I still find it fun to write about pony versions of some of our favorite characters. You can consider this a kind of sequel to the fic I wrote you for your birthday about Pony!George and Biff. No, he really didn't think he'd end up with such a nice life. . .but you never know what the universe will throw at you, do you? I really don't know why I picture George as being orange -- I did make Marty orange when I created him in the Pony Creator on devART, so that probably had something to do with it. Either way, enjoy some pony fluff.
Gigs:
"You are not going to believe the top story in the paper today."
"Marty, I've lived here five years," Victor retorted from his position in front of the wingnut bin. "I'm married to the city's most famous monster killer, my best friends own a time-traveling flying steam train, I speak regularly with Her Majesty's White Knight and his wife, I get my hats from a person more mechanics than flesh and whose wife is a Reanimated, and I myself am the proud creator of a riding butterfly. What in the Gears & Grind could possibly shock me by now?"
"How about Hiccup Haddock managing to levitate the whole island his village lives on by accident?"
". . .What?"
Snickering, Marty handed over the paper. Victor flipped it open and read. According to the article, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had been testing an anti-gravitational device as a potential aid for weak-flying dragons – only for the field generated by said device to envelop the whole of Berk and rip it clean out of the sea. It was now floating a good seven miles up, thankfully immune to the various winds that swirled around up there. Even more amazing, the Berkians were quite happy with this turn of events, having immediately turned down Hiccup's apologies and promises to reverse the effect. In fact: "We're hoping to levitate more islands – unoccupied ones of course – and use them as a proper dragon sanctuary! I've always wanted to try my hand at breeding more hybrids, and this 'dragon vale' would be the perfect place!"
Victor folded the paper up and handed it back. "Okay, so maybe I can still get shocked occasionally." He contemplated a wingnut. ". . .think they'll allow visitors up there?"
Secundus/DragonVale crossover! Sort of, anyway. XD I wasn't sure if I wanted to do Secundus fic or DragonVale fic for the occasion, but then it hit me -- I already have people who breed and study dragons in the Secundus verse. Why not combine the two? It all fell into place from there. (Though strangely enough, I didn't remember until just this moment there's also a How To Train Your Dragon dragon-park game. . . *shrug* Ah well. I think Hiccup would get a kick out of the hybrids available in DragonVale anyway.)
Mad Scientist:
All right, Jeannie thought, slapping her hands together. It's all starting to come together. Got all the Superman in one pile, all the Bat-Jerk in another, all the Wonder Woman in a third, and -
And the comic currently hovering in front of her was very clearly not even of her universe. "All right, Marty, pulling stuff out of thin air is my gig."
"I got this from a comic shop at home," Marty told her, dropping it in her lap. "And yeah, I know it's your rival, but take a look at it anyway."
"Why?"
"Because it's proof that Marvel might have screwed its characters' lives up worse than DC, at least in one universe."
Jeannie doubted this – surely Marty had seen some of the crap they'd heaped upon her pudding and her kid – but picked up the issue anyway. The sight of a swarm of classic Marvel superheroes greeted her – Captain America, Wolverine, Spider-Man, and the Hulk, among others. It seemed like the typical start to one your "oh the universe is in peril again let's everybody fight" crossovers–
Except every last one of them was a rotting, corpsey mess. Captain America's jaw was almost completely exposed, the Hulk's eyes were a frightening blank white, and – geez louise, was that Cyclops in the corner carrying his own head around?! Startled, she turned her gaze to the title. "Marvel Zombies??"
"Yeah – apparently all the superheroes on earth got infected with one of your standard 'eat everyone' viruses, and – well, ate everyone," Marty told her. "It's a miniseries that was way popular for a while back in the mid 2000s. . .dunno what happened, but everyone went nuts for zombies back then. Anyway, by this point they're chewing on each other, and I hear it ends with a bunch of them eating Galactus – the guy who usually devours whole freaking planets in the normal verses." He shook his head. "Can you imagine if DC had done their own version?"
The image of a zombified Joker, lower jaw stripped of flesh, blood and brains between his teeth, popped into her head. Jeannie shuddered and tossed the comic aside. "Yeah. . .we've got enough to deal with." Well, there goes my lunch plans. . . .
Yes hi you're new but you still get something by virtue of our characters tangling so often. :P This one was inspired by Linkara's Christmas review this year -- "Zombies Christmas Carol," which originally came out under the "Marvel Zombies" title (despite having nothing to do with that actual verse). I don't know much about the miniseries, but I did know it was very creepy -- and then I got to wondering how someone from another comic company might react. As far as I know, DC never did a full-on zombie verse, but you'll have to let me know if I'm wrong. Either way, I think Jeannie's right -- they have MORE than enough to deal with without throwing zombie memories into the mix. Hope you like!
Merry Christmas, everybody! I'll be back later to tell you all about my day! (Spoilers: I've got my freaking window open because its in the 60s, today is AWESOME)
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Date: 2015-12-26 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2015-12-26 06:49 am (UTC)It's basically because of something we said comparing Alice to her 'sweeter and more innocent' Disney counterpart, and then I started thinking about parallels and found a screencap, started adding layers and coloring and adding layers and coloring... to see if I could end up with a picture of little AMG Alice in happier days. It came out well, for just being a silly recolor... (And yes, I couldn't resist adding closed eyes to the mushroom)
As for DC and zombies, they did do one thing I think during the mess with SuperBrat jumping from one timeline to another, where they had a universe that was a satire of Marvel and that one got turned into a satire of the zombie thing, but none of the usual DC charas in that timeline... And then there was the Haunted Gotham thing, but that was a one-shot Elseworlds with a lot of charas that weren't the same and no actual zombie outbreaks (tho there was a talking skeleton!)
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Date: 2015-12-26 10:42 pm (UTC)I honestly think April would be alllllll about doing holiday photoshoots with the kids, lol.
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Date: 2015-12-27 03:19 am (UTC)Nice recolor job! I've seen ones like these on tumblr, but you put some real care into the details here. The pocket symbols look great, as does her hair -- and the mushrooms. Those little closed eyes on the one she's sitting on are such a cute detail. . .ah, happier days indeed.
Ahhh, I see. Well, one-off parody that pretty much no one's going to remember is a lot better than a creepy-as-heck miniseries. And huh -- interesting. I prefer talking skeletons over zombies myself. :P
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Date: 2015-12-27 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-28 06:21 am (UTC)And George as orange, interesting choice although to be honest I have no idea what colour I'd make him, he'd have a black mane of course.
As for cutie marks, well George would have a pen of course, but it beats me what Lorraine would have...
This has reminds me that I've fallen behind on my MLP watching and now I can't find half the eps I'm looking for. Sigh!
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Date: 2015-12-29 03:52 am (UTC)Black mane, yeah -- I still don't know why orange except maybe to tie him to Marty. Orange just seems right for him to me. And I imagined George with a book cutie mark, but a pen might actually be a better choice. *tilts head* Dunno about Lorraine, though. Maybe a tennis racket because she and George play tennis together at the end of Part I?
Awww -- well, I'm sure they must be on YouTube somewhere. Good luck finding them.