Merry Christmas! :D
Dec. 25th, 2012 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickAnd I bring you something interesting -- a video tally of all the presents I got from family so far!
Or, if you prefer still pictures, here's a couple:
A close-up of my new "Portal 2" game!
online photo sharing
And a pic of all my stuff, including:
I also got a cute story fromgigs_83, Ferdinand's First Flight. Which reminds me, I owe some drabbles! Here we are:
Please Don’t Leave Me
“And this is where you’re going to live!”
Victor led Ferdinand into the repurposed stable, smiling brightly. “I tried to make it as comfortable as I could,” he told the butterfly. “Over here is your bed – I gathered all the nicest leaves I could for you. And these are your feeding tubes – see how they look like flowers? And I raised the ceiling a little so you could stretch your wings some, and – and why am I explaining all of this to you? You don’t understand a word coming out of my mouth.”
Ferdinand bounced and ran his proboscis over Victor’s face, making the entomologist laugh. “You remind me so much of Scraps,” he commented, rubbing the butterfly’s head behind his antennae. “I used to talk to him just like this all the time. He’d plop down in front of me, cock his head, and just – listen. As if he really did understand what I was saying. And then when I was done, he’d hop into my lap and lick my face all over.” He touched his cheek, smiling at the memories. “The best dog a boy could hope for. And my best friend until I – until. . . .”
The smile faded as it all came back to him in a rush. Running with Scraps through the town square. . .taking him to do his business in a private alley. . .a sudden loud and vicious bark making him turn. . .then a blur of motion, of growls and snarls and yelps of pain. . .Scraps, lying bleeding in front of him, tail weakly thumping against the cobbles as his flesh hung off him in tatters. . .standing there paralyzed, staring at his best friend, unable to comprehend it, unable to even think of screaming until it was too late. . . .
Victor knelt down and looked Ferdinand in the eye. “Live a good, long life, understand?” he whispered, resting his hand on the top of Ferdinand’s head. “Don’t do anything silly like rip your wing in a tree or smash yourself to pieces against someone’s window. When the – the time c-comes, I want you to go quietly, of old age. I want you to go k-knowing that you were w-well-loved and happy. All right?”
Ferdinand tilted his head, compound eye glittering. Then he “licked” him again. Victor smiled bittersweetly. “I’m glad we’re in agreement. Now then, how about we try on your saddle?”
-TTV: *stare*-
I'M SORRY YOURS SOMEHOW TURNED OUT A LITTLE DEPRESSING D: It was just the first thing that popped into my mind! I hope you like it anyway -- it does have cute Ferdy!
Playing Favorites
“Something RP-related is always a plus. Not that I've been playing many of my people besides Clark lately.”
“She has other characters?”
Vic shot Marty a look. “You’ve met one of those other characters, if I remember correctly. Jake? From Avatar?”
“I know, I was joking,” Marty said, shaking his head. “Though – wow, that was a while ago, wasn’t it? Do you remember when we met?”
“I – have no idea,” Vic admitted. “It has been a while.”
“Long before LiveJournal’s Dear Multiverse went dead, if I recall correctly,” Doc commented. “Funny, I thought for sure Dreamwidth’s Multiverse Nexus would be more active. . . .”
“So did I,” Vic said, frowning. “Marty’s had exactly one thread on there.”
“With Clark and April, no less,” Marty nodded, smirking. “I mean, I suppose one of us could show up in that place and ask a question ourselves. . . .”
Vic blushed hard. “Yeah, I – I know,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, it’s just--”
“Don’t worry, I’m not actually getting on your case about it,” Marty laughed, waving a hand. “Trust us, all us characters know you guys have your favorites. I can’t speak for Ael’s, but we’re perfectly cool with you focusing on tumblr and those two Victors. Hell, considering some of the shit you’ve put us through in the past, this is as close to a vacation as we can get without going to the Bahamas!” He paused, then said, “Not that I would be complaining if you sent us to the Bahamas.”
“. . .Weirdly enough, you may have actually given me an idea.”
“Wait, seriously?” Marty and Doc exchanged a shocked look. “Okay, now you HAVE to play us.”
A Christmas fic about how I couldn't think of a Christmas fic. How meta. Anyway, this popped into my head after I'd turned over that sentence in my mind a few times -- how we end up favoring characters. And this resulted. XD And yes, this is a legit idea I have for the Multiverse gang in the New Year -- Doc realizing they don't have to stay in Chicago all the time. Road trip!
Extra bit of trivia for you thanks to a flip through the Lexicon: in the Animated Series, there's an episode where a young Doc Brown gets conked on the head and starts thinking himself a superhero. A time-traveling Marty and Verne have to look after him -- and Marty uses the alias Jimmy Olsen. XD
Could Never Forget You
“Pinkie, Rainbow Dash isn’t going to forget to send you a Hearth’s Warming Eve card.”
Pinkie looked up at Twilight, her eyes wide and crazed, hair even more tangled than usual. “But she’s been gone with the Wonderbolts for a month! A month, Twilight! She might not even remember Cloudsdale or Ponyville anymore! She might think that she was born a Wonderbolt and always lived with them and never had any other friends!”
“I believe that we all sent her Hearth’s Warming Eve cards?” Twilight pointed out, sighing.
“She might have thrown them away because she didn’t recognize the names or addresses!” Pinkie cried, bouncing anxiously.
“Thunderlane and Snowflake haven’t forgotten their family and friends. In fact, Fluttershy said she got a very nice card from the latter.”
Pinkie gasped in horror. “Snowflake thinks he’s a ladder now?! Oh no! Oh no! What if Rainbow Dash has been worked so hard she thinks she’s a footstool?!”
Before Twilight could act on her urge to shove Pinkie into the mailbox, there was a fluttering of wings above them. The two ponies looked up to see a familiar cockeyed grey pegasus hovering over them, holding a big box. “Derpy!” Pinkie said, smiling properly for the first time that day. “Good to see you! Still delivering packages for United Pony Services?”
“Yup!” Derpy Hooves said, returning her grin. “This one’s for you – whoops!”
The box slipped out of her hooves, only to be snagged by a purple glow. “Got it, Derpy,” Twilight said, lowering it gently to the ground. “Wow, this is heavy. . . .” She pulled it open with her magic while the other two looked on. Inside was fruitcake, gingerbread, a set of scarves, and numerous other little gifts, with a note tucked neatly on the top. Twilight levitated it out while Pinkie poked through the collection of things. “‘Dear Pinkie Pie,’” she read, then laughed. “‘Is this enough proof that I haven’t forgotten you or my other friends?’”
Pinkie blushed, then picked up the fruitcake. “Weellll,” she said, taking a big bite, “it’s a start.”
I'm sure you can guess which episode, featuring Pinkie acting like an obsessed girlfriend, this was inspired by. XD This is future-fic -- I imagined it set after Rainbow ends up officially becoming a Wonderbolt. I couldn't resist throwing in a Derpy cameo -- I have her working for United Pony Services instead of the mail company because I can see no evidence of her being a mailmare, but that episode where she dropped all that stuff on Twilight could suggest package delivery! (Note the initials of the company she works for. XD) Nor could I resist dropping Snowflake's name -- you know, that huge pegasus with the tiny, tiny wings? YEAH! *giggle*
Hope you all enjoyed that! I'm off to play some "Portal 2." I'll post the final bonus stave of A Multiverse Christmas Carol at the end of the day!
Or, if you prefer still pictures, here's a couple:
A close-up of my new "Portal 2" game!
online photo sharing
And a pic of all my stuff, including:
- Aforementioned game
- Night Watch by Terry Pratchett
- New retractable, light-up mouse
- Two pairs of colorful soft socks for bed
- Ferrero Rocher
- Soda-flavored lip balms
- Three packs of gum (one big and two little)
- A Matter of Time: The Unauthorized Back To The Future Lexicon (funny story behind that one -- Mom printed up a fake cover for a little book as a prank/we-got-you-this-but-it-didn't-come-in-time thing. XD Apparently this book arrived at the very last minute!)
- Aperture Laboratories scarf (which came with a ThinkGeek sticker)
- Aperture Laboratories hat
- Newbury's $30 gift card (though I have been informed this in fact a birthday present)
I also got a cute story from
gigs_83, Ferdinand's First Flight. Which reminds me, I owe some drabbles! Here we are:Please Don’t Leave Me
“And this is where you’re going to live!”
Victor led Ferdinand into the repurposed stable, smiling brightly. “I tried to make it as comfortable as I could,” he told the butterfly. “Over here is your bed – I gathered all the nicest leaves I could for you. And these are your feeding tubes – see how they look like flowers? And I raised the ceiling a little so you could stretch your wings some, and – and why am I explaining all of this to you? You don’t understand a word coming out of my mouth.”
Ferdinand bounced and ran his proboscis over Victor’s face, making the entomologist laugh. “You remind me so much of Scraps,” he commented, rubbing the butterfly’s head behind his antennae. “I used to talk to him just like this all the time. He’d plop down in front of me, cock his head, and just – listen. As if he really did understand what I was saying. And then when I was done, he’d hop into my lap and lick my face all over.” He touched his cheek, smiling at the memories. “The best dog a boy could hope for. And my best friend until I – until. . . .”
The smile faded as it all came back to him in a rush. Running with Scraps through the town square. . .taking him to do his business in a private alley. . .a sudden loud and vicious bark making him turn. . .then a blur of motion, of growls and snarls and yelps of pain. . .Scraps, lying bleeding in front of him, tail weakly thumping against the cobbles as his flesh hung off him in tatters. . .standing there paralyzed, staring at his best friend, unable to comprehend it, unable to even think of screaming until it was too late. . . .
Victor knelt down and looked Ferdinand in the eye. “Live a good, long life, understand?” he whispered, resting his hand on the top of Ferdinand’s head. “Don’t do anything silly like rip your wing in a tree or smash yourself to pieces against someone’s window. When the – the time c-comes, I want you to go quietly, of old age. I want you to go k-knowing that you were w-well-loved and happy. All right?”
Ferdinand tilted his head, compound eye glittering. Then he “licked” him again. Victor smiled bittersweetly. “I’m glad we’re in agreement. Now then, how about we try on your saddle?”
-TTV: *stare*-
I'M SORRY YOURS SOMEHOW TURNED OUT A LITTLE DEPRESSING D: It was just the first thing that popped into my mind! I hope you like it anyway -- it does have cute Ferdy!
Playing Favorites
“Something RP-related is always a plus. Not that I've been playing many of my people besides Clark lately.”
“She has other characters?”
Vic shot Marty a look. “You’ve met one of those other characters, if I remember correctly. Jake? From Avatar?”
“I know, I was joking,” Marty said, shaking his head. “Though – wow, that was a while ago, wasn’t it? Do you remember when we met?”
“I – have no idea,” Vic admitted. “It has been a while.”
“Long before LiveJournal’s Dear Multiverse went dead, if I recall correctly,” Doc commented. “Funny, I thought for sure Dreamwidth’s Multiverse Nexus would be more active. . . .”
“So did I,” Vic said, frowning. “Marty’s had exactly one thread on there.”
“With Clark and April, no less,” Marty nodded, smirking. “I mean, I suppose one of us could show up in that place and ask a question ourselves. . . .”
Vic blushed hard. “Yeah, I – I know,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry, it’s just--”
“Don’t worry, I’m not actually getting on your case about it,” Marty laughed, waving a hand. “Trust us, all us characters know you guys have your favorites. I can’t speak for Ael’s, but we’re perfectly cool with you focusing on tumblr and those two Victors. Hell, considering some of the shit you’ve put us through in the past, this is as close to a vacation as we can get without going to the Bahamas!” He paused, then said, “Not that I would be complaining if you sent us to the Bahamas.”
“. . .Weirdly enough, you may have actually given me an idea.”
“Wait, seriously?” Marty and Doc exchanged a shocked look. “Okay, now you HAVE to play us.”
A Christmas fic about how I couldn't think of a Christmas fic. How meta. Anyway, this popped into my head after I'd turned over that sentence in my mind a few times -- how we end up favoring characters. And this resulted. XD And yes, this is a legit idea I have for the Multiverse gang in the New Year -- Doc realizing they don't have to stay in Chicago all the time. Road trip!
Extra bit of trivia for you thanks to a flip through the Lexicon: in the Animated Series, there's an episode where a young Doc Brown gets conked on the head and starts thinking himself a superhero. A time-traveling Marty and Verne have to look after him -- and Marty uses the alias Jimmy Olsen. XD
Could Never Forget You
“Pinkie, Rainbow Dash isn’t going to forget to send you a Hearth’s Warming Eve card.”
Pinkie looked up at Twilight, her eyes wide and crazed, hair even more tangled than usual. “But she’s been gone with the Wonderbolts for a month! A month, Twilight! She might not even remember Cloudsdale or Ponyville anymore! She might think that she was born a Wonderbolt and always lived with them and never had any other friends!”
“I believe that we all sent her Hearth’s Warming Eve cards?” Twilight pointed out, sighing.
“She might have thrown them away because she didn’t recognize the names or addresses!” Pinkie cried, bouncing anxiously.
“Thunderlane and Snowflake haven’t forgotten their family and friends. In fact, Fluttershy said she got a very nice card from the latter.”
Pinkie gasped in horror. “Snowflake thinks he’s a ladder now?! Oh no! Oh no! What if Rainbow Dash has been worked so hard she thinks she’s a footstool?!”
Before Twilight could act on her urge to shove Pinkie into the mailbox, there was a fluttering of wings above them. The two ponies looked up to see a familiar cockeyed grey pegasus hovering over them, holding a big box. “Derpy!” Pinkie said, smiling properly for the first time that day. “Good to see you! Still delivering packages for United Pony Services?”
“Yup!” Derpy Hooves said, returning her grin. “This one’s for you – whoops!”
The box slipped out of her hooves, only to be snagged by a purple glow. “Got it, Derpy,” Twilight said, lowering it gently to the ground. “Wow, this is heavy. . . .” She pulled it open with her magic while the other two looked on. Inside was fruitcake, gingerbread, a set of scarves, and numerous other little gifts, with a note tucked neatly on the top. Twilight levitated it out while Pinkie poked through the collection of things. “‘Dear Pinkie Pie,’” she read, then laughed. “‘Is this enough proof that I haven’t forgotten you or my other friends?’”
Pinkie blushed, then picked up the fruitcake. “Weellll,” she said, taking a big bite, “it’s a start.”
I'm sure you can guess which episode, featuring Pinkie acting like an obsessed girlfriend, this was inspired by. XD This is future-fic -- I imagined it set after Rainbow ends up officially becoming a Wonderbolt. I couldn't resist throwing in a Derpy cameo -- I have her working for United Pony Services instead of the mail company because I can see no evidence of her being a mailmare, but that episode where she dropped all that stuff on Twilight could suggest package delivery! (Note the initials of the company she works for. XD) Nor could I resist dropping Snowflake's name -- you know, that huge pegasus with the tiny, tiny wings? YEAH! *giggle*
Hope you all enjoyed that! I'm off to play some "Portal 2." I'll post the final bonus stave of A Multiverse Christmas Carol at the end of the day!
