I Ought To Tell You Something
dont get sentimental now kanaya save it til we get out of here
The Floor Is On Fire
And The Chairs
11. Someone on my dashboard mentioned Indiana Megido once. What dark god do I have to appease in order to get some fanfiction about her adventures? Anyway, I cast Kanaya in the role of Indiana’s dad because I can see her being Not Impressed after Indiana Megido does something especially dangerous to defeat the bad guys. Maybe they can be moirails?
Yay! Haha. This is great! You should repost these ficlets to your AO3 account. Maybe group them up, if they’re too much trouble to post individually.
When she abdicates her role in the brooding caverns, the Mother Grub knows that she does not have long to live.
This is a great story. It brings meaning to Mom’s ironic housewife act, which is funny on it’s own, but now it’s kind of poignant? Reblogging, so that I can find and reread this again later!
Not at all! I love your requests.
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Your daughter’s cat goes missing, turns up dead, and so you have it spliced open and stuffed.
There was some damage to the skull, around the left eye socket, but it’s nothing that a little extra padding can’t sort out. The eyes are sewn up neatly and so the broken bone goes unnoticed, and naturally, the only thing for it is to dress him in a suit more becoming on a victim of cot death. Rose missed Jaspers while he was elsewhere (though she never said so) and she loved him (though she never showed it). It breaks your heart to see her sat on the sofa, aimlessly rocking her feet back and forth, notepad in hand, but no patient to psychoanalyse. And so you do what any mother would, by means of building a mausoleum and holding a farce of a funeral. Rose is already old enough to know how ridiculous this all is, but she plays along nonetheless, doing so less to humour you than she probably realises.
8: More painting practice! Not Rose, but I am practicing with Rose’s skin tones in mind for Ladystuck. Of course, with all this practice I’m going to be assigned prompts with all trolls, and I haven’t gotten gray to look natural and not, well, dead.
I feel like I’ve hit a plateau in terms of faces. I probably should move onto clothes. I am super bad with creases and folds.