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My Little Gargies - fic requests
Ok. So... yeah. Apologies to Dogmatix, since she asked for fic first, but gods help me I needed to get this out of my system.
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karma_aster wanted Gargs and My Little Pony. Thus we have:
Part 1: Sparkles
Elisa Maza was a professional. A professional detective, even. This was probably why she was eyeing the box on her desk with such suspicion. The label addressed to her was in Matt's messy scrawl, but since this was the first day of his week long vacation, it wasn't likely to be a souvenir from her partner.
The fact that it was April first did nothing to reassure her.
She was more than half tempted to take the damn thing down to the bomb disposal team to let them “practice” on it, but it was a small box, and he wasn't likely to have been coerced into helping mail something bad to her, and he had been both willing and almost too-eager to take more than his share of paperwork in the pre-vacation madness.
Almost like he was building up good karma for something.
Hell. There was no way around it. In as subtle and efficient a manner possible, she sliced open the shipping box. Tucked into wrapping paper was – a winged pony?
“Jalapena,” she groaned, pulling out what was clear evidence that her partner needed a life, more paperwork, or at least a damn new hobby now that chasing down conspiracy theories had proven to be too successful.
She'd had her share of Little Ponies inflicted on her back in the day, but this wasn't the pastel monstrosity she remembered. The plastic was a medium purple, flecked with silver sparkles. The mane and tail weren't actually some unnatural shade of neon, but an astonishingly tame brown. On the rump was a strange design, crudely painted in, that looked astonishingly like -
“No.” The flush that washed over her was halfway between bemusement and outrage. That crazed sonuvagun had gone and bought a little kid's toy, and painted it, and where had he gotten the little bat wings to replace the ridiculous stunted feathery things she vaguely recalled they were supposed to have, and then stick a childlike rendition of Castle Wyvern on its rump, just for an April Fool's joke when he wasn't even around to see the results?
“Bluestone, you need a new hobby.” While she was vaguely pleased with the fact that she could now tease him about – well, she wasn't quite sure yet what to call it, but making a My Little Pony version of Goliath took brass, that was for damn sure.
Pity about the sparkles – it made the whole mess so ridiculous she'd have to hide it in her closet just in case he found it. It would be embarrassing enough as it stood, but this – made it seem like she thought he was a joke.
Guess they don't make them in regular purple, she thought idly, picking up the box to toss it into the trash. A faint rattle from it made her pause, then dig through the paper. She came up with a small tube, no note.
All it took was one glance at the label for edible body glitter.
Bluestone. Was a dead man.
~end part 1~
Thenlynati_1 wanted Ophelia crushing on Brooklyn and their first meeting. Thus we have
Part 2: Holly on Snow
A gentle daub in paint, a slow sweep of brush, and at last the snowflake was done.
A holly berry and a snowflake. When she had seen him, all she could think of was the bushes at the rim of the Icicle Area, or the Snow Court as King Oberon actually called it. Avalon had many wonders, and many little regions where nature obeyed laws unseen, and Ophelia had always enjoyed the pristine cold and snow as housed on the western side of the isle.
Brooklyn. The second in command of the old clan, the lost ones, bold as lightning and roguish as a jay. She'd been speechless upon meeting him, and surely he must think her some almost helpless, blushing maid the way she'd conducted herself in his presence!
Still. Princess Katherine had said that they should work hard to interact with the others, and with King Oberon and moreover Queen Titania willing and able to send them to see their Wyvern brethren....
There was high hope to future visits.
She had been so happy to be one of the first to visit, to find Angela and the others and to witness how the world was treating them. And what wonders! When The Guardian had told them of some of the things he had seen, she had not been the only one to think he was making light of them. But it seemed that he had, if anything, understated the wonders and strangeness of the outside world.
Such as the souvenir she had brought back, tucked away in her belt pouch where none could see it. Such a strange thing for the ever practical Lady Elisa to have – and the way she had blushed and stammered when Ophelia had found it! Admittedly, when Lady Elisa had explained that it was a token, of and for lovers – albeit with much prompting and guesswork on her part – it was obvious why it was tucked in the back of the linen closet. If one had to hide such a thing from sudden guests, that was a good a place as any. She had been pleased but curious that Lady Elisa was so relieved that she understood and was willing to promise her silence. It was clearly not something one paraded about in public.
But she had been most confused later that week, when she had been visiting the clan's cousins in their Labyrinth, and she had seen a small girl holding such a token. Surely it was not something for such a child! But when she'd quietly approached the girl, the sprite had been eager to talk about the gift from her father. It had become clear that it was not just a token of lovers, but of loved ones as well. And the child had been most kind, sweetly offering one of “the older ones that aren't so neat anymore”.
Obviously, the strangely pink and green trinket was only a token between friends, and she took it as such. And now, back in Avalon, in the solar she had taken as a work room long ago she plied her paints. It had been easy enough to bleach the mane white, and only somewhat harder to find a shade of red that was suitable.
A bit of white where the sigil the child had insisted all ponies had made the holly berry stand out, and the snowflake next to it shone proudly.
Done, she thought with a wide smile, leaning back to study her work. Truly, it was something she'd be proud to show him. Perhaps Brooklyn would be inclined to visit someday, and when that happened, when he saw such a tribute to him done with such care and attention to detail....
Well. One could only wait and see.
~end part 2~
And then sincebrooklynx wanted gargs as well, we end up with his gargs Chaos and Gadget in
Part 3: Fuzzy
If there was one thing Chaos really, REALLY fucking hated about being a gargoyle, it was their concept of health care.
“Not dead yet? Stick a band aid on it and wait till morning!”
Ok, maybe not literally, but lying on a cot while Maine finished dosing him with – well, he didn't want to know what it was, though it made the world fly away in a warbley but thankfully less painful fashion. It sure as hell seemed like they said that.
Not Gadget, though. She seemed really concerned, sitting next to his cot, quietly chewing on her bottom lip.
Quiet. Hah! If getting shot was what it took to get her to be quiet for a sustained length of time, he'd have to do it more often!
Um. Or maybe not. Even though the funny haze the drugs were – were they drugs? Or where they herbs? He couldn't really recall, though it had seemed important at the time, but now things were nicer, a little fuzzy, and it didn't hurt as much.
Fuzzy. Mmm. Fuzzy was good. He liked fuzzy things. Gadget was really kinda fuzzy – but hey, maybe that meant his glasses were missing? Where were his glasses? On his face? He couldn't tell with the beak in the way. Too bad. Gadget looked good in glasses, though. He liked that. Sure, she had the long beak underneath it, but that gave it character. Though the light wasn't fantastic in here and it made her gray look more blue, and fuzzy as she was she looked like a pony -
Hah! A pony! My Little Gadget-y Pony! Yeaaaah, that'd be cute. A light blue, with a dark – well the brown would be cute, but weren't ponies neon? Pink. She'd have a pink mane and a pink tail and a cute little set of glasses on her rump. Hee hee. “M' li'l G'd'get. Heh.”
“Wha-” And the little Gadget pony leaned forward and put a hoof on his arm. “I hope you didn't want me to understand... whatever it is you just said,” the Gadget pony said from the bottom of a watery well veeeery far away, even though her muzzle was right there near him. Beak. Muzzle. Thing. “Just lie back and let the drugs do their work.”
Heee. Well, if the My Little Gadgety Pony was gonna be nice to him and everything, he was gonna sit back and enjoy it.
Of course, the next night, he could not for the life of him figure out the dreams that included a green pony with glasses, short pink mane, and strap on butterfly wings. And a Gadget pony teasing him about it?
In the end, he decided if he was ever shot again he'd put himself in the saner hands of Ohio.
~end part 3~
I make no excuses, just some apologies. In my defense, it was only AFTER all this that I remembered once upon a time I'd seen - well, this. Advised that you wait to read the entry before clicking this last link, due to possible spoilers.
So
karma_aster wanted Gargs and My Little Pony. Thus we have:Part 1: Sparkles
Elisa Maza was a professional. A professional detective, even. This was probably why she was eyeing the box on her desk with such suspicion. The label addressed to her was in Matt's messy scrawl, but since this was the first day of his week long vacation, it wasn't likely to be a souvenir from her partner.
The fact that it was April first did nothing to reassure her.
She was more than half tempted to take the damn thing down to the bomb disposal team to let them “practice” on it, but it was a small box, and he wasn't likely to have been coerced into helping mail something bad to her, and he had been both willing and almost too-eager to take more than his share of paperwork in the pre-vacation madness.
Almost like he was building up good karma for something.
Hell. There was no way around it. In as subtle and efficient a manner possible, she sliced open the shipping box. Tucked into wrapping paper was – a winged pony?
“Jalapena,” she groaned, pulling out what was clear evidence that her partner needed a life, more paperwork, or at least a damn new hobby now that chasing down conspiracy theories had proven to be too successful.
She'd had her share of Little Ponies inflicted on her back in the day, but this wasn't the pastel monstrosity she remembered. The plastic was a medium purple, flecked with silver sparkles. The mane and tail weren't actually some unnatural shade of neon, but an astonishingly tame brown. On the rump was a strange design, crudely painted in, that looked astonishingly like -
“No.” The flush that washed over her was halfway between bemusement and outrage. That crazed sonuvagun had gone and bought a little kid's toy, and painted it, and where had he gotten the little bat wings to replace the ridiculous stunted feathery things she vaguely recalled they were supposed to have, and then stick a childlike rendition of Castle Wyvern on its rump, just for an April Fool's joke when he wasn't even around to see the results?
“Bluestone, you need a new hobby.” While she was vaguely pleased with the fact that she could now tease him about – well, she wasn't quite sure yet what to call it, but making a My Little Pony version of Goliath took brass, that was for damn sure.
Pity about the sparkles – it made the whole mess so ridiculous she'd have to hide it in her closet just in case he found it. It would be embarrassing enough as it stood, but this – made it seem like she thought he was a joke.
Guess they don't make them in regular purple, she thought idly, picking up the box to toss it into the trash. A faint rattle from it made her pause, then dig through the paper. She came up with a small tube, no note.
All it took was one glance at the label for edible body glitter.
Bluestone. Was a dead man.
~end part 1~
Then
lynati_1 wanted Ophelia crushing on Brooklyn and their first meeting. Thus we have Part 2: Holly on Snow
A gentle daub in paint, a slow sweep of brush, and at last the snowflake was done.
A holly berry and a snowflake. When she had seen him, all she could think of was the bushes at the rim of the Icicle Area, or the Snow Court as King Oberon actually called it. Avalon had many wonders, and many little regions where nature obeyed laws unseen, and Ophelia had always enjoyed the pristine cold and snow as housed on the western side of the isle.
Brooklyn. The second in command of the old clan, the lost ones, bold as lightning and roguish as a jay. She'd been speechless upon meeting him, and surely he must think her some almost helpless, blushing maid the way she'd conducted herself in his presence!
Still. Princess Katherine had said that they should work hard to interact with the others, and with King Oberon and moreover Queen Titania willing and able to send them to see their Wyvern brethren....
There was high hope to future visits.
She had been so happy to be one of the first to visit, to find Angela and the others and to witness how the world was treating them. And what wonders! When The Guardian had told them of some of the things he had seen, she had not been the only one to think he was making light of them. But it seemed that he had, if anything, understated the wonders and strangeness of the outside world.
Such as the souvenir she had brought back, tucked away in her belt pouch where none could see it. Such a strange thing for the ever practical Lady Elisa to have – and the way she had blushed and stammered when Ophelia had found it! Admittedly, when Lady Elisa had explained that it was a token, of and for lovers – albeit with much prompting and guesswork on her part – it was obvious why it was tucked in the back of the linen closet. If one had to hide such a thing from sudden guests, that was a good a place as any. She had been pleased but curious that Lady Elisa was so relieved that she understood and was willing to promise her silence. It was clearly not something one paraded about in public.
But she had been most confused later that week, when she had been visiting the clan's cousins in their Labyrinth, and she had seen a small girl holding such a token. Surely it was not something for such a child! But when she'd quietly approached the girl, the sprite had been eager to talk about the gift from her father. It had become clear that it was not just a token of lovers, but of loved ones as well. And the child had been most kind, sweetly offering one of “the older ones that aren't so neat anymore”.
Obviously, the strangely pink and green trinket was only a token between friends, and she took it as such. And now, back in Avalon, in the solar she had taken as a work room long ago she plied her paints. It had been easy enough to bleach the mane white, and only somewhat harder to find a shade of red that was suitable.
A bit of white where the sigil the child had insisted all ponies had made the holly berry stand out, and the snowflake next to it shone proudly.
Done, she thought with a wide smile, leaning back to study her work. Truly, it was something she'd be proud to show him. Perhaps Brooklyn would be inclined to visit someday, and when that happened, when he saw such a tribute to him done with such care and attention to detail....
Well. One could only wait and see.
~end part 2~
And then since
brooklynx wanted gargs as well, we end up with his gargs Chaos and Gadget inPart 3: Fuzzy
If there was one thing Chaos really, REALLY fucking hated about being a gargoyle, it was their concept of health care.
“Not dead yet? Stick a band aid on it and wait till morning!”
Ok, maybe not literally, but lying on a cot while Maine finished dosing him with – well, he didn't want to know what it was, though it made the world fly away in a warbley but thankfully less painful fashion. It sure as hell seemed like they said that.
Not Gadget, though. She seemed really concerned, sitting next to his cot, quietly chewing on her bottom lip.
Quiet. Hah! If getting shot was what it took to get her to be quiet for a sustained length of time, he'd have to do it more often!
Um. Or maybe not. Even though the funny haze the drugs were – were they drugs? Or where they herbs? He couldn't really recall, though it had seemed important at the time, but now things were nicer, a little fuzzy, and it didn't hurt as much.
Fuzzy. Mmm. Fuzzy was good. He liked fuzzy things. Gadget was really kinda fuzzy – but hey, maybe that meant his glasses were missing? Where were his glasses? On his face? He couldn't tell with the beak in the way. Too bad. Gadget looked good in glasses, though. He liked that. Sure, she had the long beak underneath it, but that gave it character. Though the light wasn't fantastic in here and it made her gray look more blue, and fuzzy as she was she looked like a pony -
Hah! A pony! My Little Gadget-y Pony! Yeaaaah, that'd be cute. A light blue, with a dark – well the brown would be cute, but weren't ponies neon? Pink. She'd have a pink mane and a pink tail and a cute little set of glasses on her rump. Hee hee. “M' li'l G'd'get. Heh.”
“Wha-” And the little Gadget pony leaned forward and put a hoof on his arm. “I hope you didn't want me to understand... whatever it is you just said,” the Gadget pony said from the bottom of a watery well veeeery far away, even though her muzzle was right there near him. Beak. Muzzle. Thing. “Just lie back and let the drugs do their work.”
Heee. Well, if the My Little Gadgety Pony was gonna be nice to him and everything, he was gonna sit back and enjoy it.
Of course, the next night, he could not for the life of him figure out the dreams that included a green pony with glasses, short pink mane, and strap on butterfly wings. And a Gadget pony teasing him about it?
In the end, he decided if he was ever shot again he'd put himself in the saner hands of Ohio.
~end part 3~
I make no excuses, just some apologies. In my defense, it was only AFTER all this that I remembered once upon a time I'd seen - well, this. Advised that you wait to read the entry before clicking this last link, due to possible spoilers.