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crossover_chick) wrote2009-06-05 11:46 pm
crossover_chick) wrote2009-06-05 11:46 pm
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Hooray For Linkara!
Seriously, his videos are really, really growing on me. I actually had to pause one of them in the middle simply because I COULDN'T STOP LAUGHING. I seriously just kept laughing until I had to force myself to breathe.
-VD: *little worried* I suppose that explains why you didn't go on a full-on archive binge.-
Yeah, I figured I ought to pace myself a little. But yes, venturing away from the Nostalgia Critic has proved to be a fruitful endeavor. I'll have to try some of the other videos later.
-VD2: Please tell me you did something creative today.-
-RPD: She did finish off that Lucy, Alice, and Victor thread in the Inkwell.-
And although the vids kinda kept me from writing on any of my angstful stuffs, I did work some on the RP Characters page.
-D: We'll take it.-
-OD: Though you really should do something about your actual stories. *Jules* At the very least, you should post something tonight.-
*patpats Jules* Right you are. And there's still Victor/Alice fic around:
5. “Hey, you know. . .” – Ceiling Cat Is Watching You
“Hey, you know what day it is?”
Alice glanced up from the last of the dishes. “What?”
“Today’s the anniversary of the day we first met.”
“Oh?” Alice dried her hands and went to inspect the calendar. “So it is! I hadn’t realized.”
“Me either, until just now.” Victor put an arm around her. “Remember that day? I was so nervous when I first met you. I had no idea how to talk to women back then. And you – you were so different from any other girl I’d met.”
Alice grinned up at him. “Well, you were different from any other boy I’d met. All I could think as we were being introduced was, ‘Has this boy ever seen proper sunshine?’ It still amazes me how pale you are.” She put her own arm around him. “But even then, I think I saw something special in you.”
Victor turned faintly pink, but smiled back. “You must have. Considering you showed me your corset the very next day.”
Alice laughed. “Victor, I couldn’t breathe!” Then a sly, lusty smile passed over her face. “You know, I think I laced it too tight again this morning. . . .”
“Really?” Victor turned to face her head-on. “Perhaps we should retire to the bedroom and see if I can render assistance?”
Alice grinned, baring her teeth. “Who needs the bedroom?” she growled, pulling a startled Victor into a wet kiss.
They’d just gotten Victor’s shirt off and were working on Alice’s dress when a voice suddenly came from over their heads. “Alice, I must inform – oh my.”
“CHESHIRE!”
Both Victor and Alice rushed to cover themselves a bit more, staring at the Cat up in the rafters. The Cat stared back, looking both shocked and amused. “My apologies – am I interrupting something?” he grinned.
“What are you doing here?” Victor demanded.
“I came to deliver a message from the White Rabbit. I certainly didn’t realize I was walking into a den of sin.”
“Can it wait?” Alice snapped, hugging her dress to herself.
“I suppose it must,” the Cat smirked, tail waving. “My, such activities in the kitchen. I’m surprised you got Master Van Dort to agree. I thought he’d faint at the merest suggestion.”
Moments later, the Vorpal Blade thudded into the spot the Cat had rapidly vanished from. Alice looked at her husband, surprised. “Well. You’ve got surprisingly good aim.”
“Comes from watching you,” Victor said, blushing bright red. He turned back to her, starting to smile again. “Now, where were we?”
-TTV: *headdesk*-
They're not even about you!
-TTV: Yes, but it makes me wonder what the ones that ARE about me are like.-
Practically nonexistent, actually.
-TTV: O.o? Really?-
*nodnod*
-TTV: . . . Does -- no, I'm not questioning it, I'm just going to be happy about it.-
:p Back to the story -- the idea of this story actually sprung from a very different source. You see, I'd been reading through some of JackAndSally4Ever's devART comics about PlayerPiano's stories, and one of the comics involved Victor, Victoria, and the family cat, who's name I cannot spell so I'll just call him B. It's basically Victor and Victoria attempting to have some private time -- which is ruined by B spitting up a hairball.
-D: *deadpan* People wonder why we prefer dogs.-
*snork* Well, my brain came up with a follow-up idea, where Victor's attempting to have some private time on his own -- only to hear a meowing up near the ceiling. And then, over a scene of a startled Victoria, "HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID THAT CAT GET UP IN THE RAFTERS?!"
-Martys: *snickersnicker*-
-TTV: *blush and roll eyes*-
I'm sure you know my inspiration -- good old Ceiling Cat. The original perversion of other people's interpretations of Victor was just a fun joke to me, but when I came across the 30 Kisses table, I suddenly saw a new opportunity. I'd already had another joke idea in mind of Cheshire hiding in the rafters in the Inkwell:
"Ceiling Cat is sees you. Ceiling Cat sees you too! Ceiling Cat sees all!"
*looks down, sees Victor and Alice -- doing things*
". . . Ceiling Cat has seen too much."
So it wasn't too hard to adapt it into a proper story. It took me a while to find the right prompt, but after I came up with the idea of this happening on the anniversary of the day they first met, it all clicked together. If you're wondering about the timeline of the story -- it's doesn't have a particular year attached. I couldn't decide if I wanted it to be the first anniversary specifically or not. One thing, though, this is DEFINITELY pre-kids. You're asking for trouble having sex in the kitchen when you have little kids.
-HD: *nodnod in an oddly knowing manner*-
Also, bit of trivia -- it was originally Alice who threw the knife to make Cheshire leave. As I was writing it, though, I suddenly realized it would be a bit funnier if it was Victor who threw it. Just for the unexpected angle.
And now, to play another round of "catch up on friends lists."
-VD: *little worried* I suppose that explains why you didn't go on a full-on archive binge.-
Yeah, I figured I ought to pace myself a little. But yes, venturing away from the Nostalgia Critic has proved to be a fruitful endeavor. I'll have to try some of the other videos later.
-VD2: Please tell me you did something creative today.-
-RPD: She did finish off that Lucy, Alice, and Victor thread in the Inkwell.-
And although the vids kinda kept me from writing on any of my angstful stuffs, I did work some on the RP Characters page.
-D: We'll take it.-
-OD: Though you really should do something about your actual stories. *Jules* At the very least, you should post something tonight.-
*patpats Jules* Right you are. And there's still Victor/Alice fic around:
5. “Hey, you know. . .” – Ceiling Cat Is Watching You
“Hey, you know what day it is?”
Alice glanced up from the last of the dishes. “What?”
“Today’s the anniversary of the day we first met.”
“Oh?” Alice dried her hands and went to inspect the calendar. “So it is! I hadn’t realized.”
“Me either, until just now.” Victor put an arm around her. “Remember that day? I was so nervous when I first met you. I had no idea how to talk to women back then. And you – you were so different from any other girl I’d met.”
Alice grinned up at him. “Well, you were different from any other boy I’d met. All I could think as we were being introduced was, ‘Has this boy ever seen proper sunshine?’ It still amazes me how pale you are.” She put her own arm around him. “But even then, I think I saw something special in you.”
Victor turned faintly pink, but smiled back. “You must have. Considering you showed me your corset the very next day.”
Alice laughed. “Victor, I couldn’t breathe!” Then a sly, lusty smile passed over her face. “You know, I think I laced it too tight again this morning. . . .”
“Really?” Victor turned to face her head-on. “Perhaps we should retire to the bedroom and see if I can render assistance?”
Alice grinned, baring her teeth. “Who needs the bedroom?” she growled, pulling a startled Victor into a wet kiss.
They’d just gotten Victor’s shirt off and were working on Alice’s dress when a voice suddenly came from over their heads. “Alice, I must inform – oh my.”
“CHESHIRE!”
Both Victor and Alice rushed to cover themselves a bit more, staring at the Cat up in the rafters. The Cat stared back, looking both shocked and amused. “My apologies – am I interrupting something?” he grinned.
“What are you doing here?” Victor demanded.
“I came to deliver a message from the White Rabbit. I certainly didn’t realize I was walking into a den of sin.”
“Can it wait?” Alice snapped, hugging her dress to herself.
“I suppose it must,” the Cat smirked, tail waving. “My, such activities in the kitchen. I’m surprised you got Master Van Dort to agree. I thought he’d faint at the merest suggestion.”
Moments later, the Vorpal Blade thudded into the spot the Cat had rapidly vanished from. Alice looked at her husband, surprised. “Well. You’ve got surprisingly good aim.”
“Comes from watching you,” Victor said, blushing bright red. He turned back to her, starting to smile again. “Now, where were we?”
-TTV: *headdesk*-
They're not even about you!
-TTV: Yes, but it makes me wonder what the ones that ARE about me are like.-
Practically nonexistent, actually.
-TTV: O.o? Really?-
*nodnod*
-TTV: . . . Does -- no, I'm not questioning it, I'm just going to be happy about it.-
:p Back to the story -- the idea of this story actually sprung from a very different source. You see, I'd been reading through some of JackAndSally4Ever's devART comics about PlayerPiano's stories, and one of the comics involved Victor, Victoria, and the family cat, who's name I cannot spell so I'll just call him B. It's basically Victor and Victoria attempting to have some private time -- which is ruined by B spitting up a hairball.
-D: *deadpan* People wonder why we prefer dogs.-
*snork* Well, my brain came up with a follow-up idea, where Victor's attempting to have some private time on his own -- only to hear a meowing up near the ceiling. And then, over a scene of a startled Victoria, "HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID THAT CAT GET UP IN THE RAFTERS?!"
-Martys: *snickersnicker*-
-TTV: *blush and roll eyes*-
I'm sure you know my inspiration -- good old Ceiling Cat. The original perversion of other people's interpretations of Victor was just a fun joke to me, but when I came across the 30 Kisses table, I suddenly saw a new opportunity. I'd already had another joke idea in mind of Cheshire hiding in the rafters in the Inkwell:
"Ceiling Cat is sees you. Ceiling Cat sees you too! Ceiling Cat sees all!"
*looks down, sees Victor and Alice -- doing things*
". . . Ceiling Cat has seen too much."
So it wasn't too hard to adapt it into a proper story. It took me a while to find the right prompt, but after I came up with the idea of this happening on the anniversary of the day they first met, it all clicked together. If you're wondering about the timeline of the story -- it's doesn't have a particular year attached. I couldn't decide if I wanted it to be the first anniversary specifically or not. One thing, though, this is DEFINITELY pre-kids. You're asking for trouble having sex in the kitchen when you have little kids.
-HD: *nodnod in an oddly knowing manner*-
Also, bit of trivia -- it was originally Alice who threw the knife to make Cheshire leave. As I was writing it, though, I suddenly realized it would be a bit funnier if it was Victor who threw it. Just for the unexpected angle.
And now, to play another round of "catch up on friends lists."