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sekrit message to madelyn
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
svmadelyn, AKA Ether....

You either get online right now to entertain me or there will be triplets.

And in a very traumatizing way.

ETA: I WIN! I WIN! And it only took--well. Almost an hour.

Come play on AIM, thecaelum. Traumatizing svmadelyn is like fine wine. You never get tired of it!
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How bored are you? *awed*

Also, I shall not be bullied/blackmailed/shamelessly extorted into gracing you with my presence.

I *can* however be bribed. No. Pregnancy. It was never, ever said so thoughtlessly by me, it was never entertained so cruelly by you. (Unless it's in that fascinating mpreg vein.) You...you fix this. Or let Clark strike back. Or—or, something with *no babies*.

I can stay off the *entire week*. Possibly...two weeks. I do have finals and homework that need some love from me. That leaves you with an ether that will remember to email you on Wednesday, and that's kind of it.

Why, I do believe the ball is in your court, my dear.

How bored are you? *awed*

House/Wilson/Brian/Justin/Clark/Lex sextsome. THe pronouns alone will cause bleeding.

I *can* however be bribed. No. Pregnancy. It was never, ever said so thoughtlessly by me, it was never entertained so cruelly by you. (Unless it's in that fascinating mpreg vein.) You...you fix this. Or let Clark strike back. Or—or, something with *no babies*.

I can stay off the *entire week*. Possibly...two weeks. I do have finals and homework that need some love from me. That leaves you with an ether that will remember to email you on Wednesday, and that's kind of it.

Why, I do believe the ball is in your court, my dear.


*eyes narrow*

Home birth. Romantic music in the background. Clark drinking absinthe (spelling?) in terrible downtown Metropolis bars.

Alone.

*eyes narrow more*

After the terrible, terrible divorce.

So do not push me. I am a girl on the edge!

I see you still have some fight in you.

We'll see what you're like on Thursday.

I'd better hear "Clark", and "powers" and Lex "on hands and knees begging forgiveness".

*pats your hair* Someone needs to work on her capitulation skills, because quite frankly, they're...lacking. *sings*

And their=you, her=your just so we're all on the same page here.


*eyes fingernails idly*

You know, it's not canon to Somewhere'verse yet. But? It is if I *post* it. If I post it and say it was *six weeks*, not one night.

*buffs away a rough edge*

It's canon in my head already! It's canon in your head already! There's...*bile* when I think about it! I care not what the masses think--we are talking about me here and how you have shattered my poor little heart!

And you said once or twice! I SAVED THE CONVO. YOU SAID ONCE OR TWICE NOT SIX WEEKS. No take-backs! No take-backs!

*flails discontentedly!*

Lex told him it was six weeks, since the beginning of the last assignment to Washington.

He listened, because there wasn't anywhere else to go, and Lex was there, and sometimes, Clark couldn't tune out his voice, even through the door. It was business as usual, except that Clark had a cold and was resting in another room, not up to public appeareances or intrepid reporters. Chloe was conspicuously absent, but Lois was there at every press conference, one hand bandaged beneath the smooth leather of her gloves.

Lex said it was just sex, that mistake, in their bed, the only safe room in the world.

Lex said, it didn't mean anything, but that tells Clark it meant everything.

He thinks, now, that his cold got worse then.

So I guess I didn't save the convo. But you did say it was once or twice, not six weeks. You and I both know it. *narrows eyes*

Fine. Coming on. Should I see one word about babies or pregnancies, it's you and the ether until May 10th. *smiles sunnily*

*looks confused* Half alien triplets with fetal alcohol syndrome?

*pulls up a chair, and uses an amusing icon in hopes that I may be allowed to stay and observe*

*might also be bored*

*grins hugely*

She's *sulky* over a tiny little Clexian adultery! I ask you!

*narrows eyes dangerously*

Triplets. There will be triplets of some kind. Oh yes, there will. Unless I am *entertained* away from the evil.

*guilty look* Clexian adultery is when somebody gets some action on the side, right?

*makes various vaguely disapproving hrm noises and stuffs a few stray stories under the chair*

*guilty look* Clexian adultery is when somebody gets some action on the side, right?

*Very Smug* Yes. Yes, it is. *eyes svmadelyn.

*makes various vaguely disapproving hrm noises and stuffs a few stray stories under the chair*

*ponders* What if it ends in misery for all concerned, followed by eventual consolatory and life affirming sex? I mean, totally worht it, right?

Unless she *ignores me*. Then? Triplets.

Works for me. But I can usually be found in the corner, whispering to justabi that she really wasn't sadistic enough and should try harder.

*waves a little flag for horrible painful angst followed by things sorta kinda working out maybe okay*

Think one of them CHEATING HORRIBLY ON THE OTHER. IT IS VERY PAINFUL. And she gave me bad dreams! *cries*

(Bring me chocolate and cookies so I can withstand! Jenn is...scary when she gets bored.)

I um... may not be your very best possible crusader here. *coughs* But I will do my best? *hides the signs pimping Lex off to any boy within five hundred miles who is pretty*

Lex deserves to be pimped out to people who will Do Things To Him Involving Sharp Objects.

*cuddles Clark protectively*


I have no idea what he is into, honestly. *eyes him* Although I do speculate. And often.

Mmm. Sharp objects. Guns. Silk sheets. Ropes.

*Things*.

*blisses out*

*nods emphatically* Yes. These are a few of my favorite things.

Has anybody ever done Lex and hot wax? That could be... fun. *ponders it*

No, I don't think so. Though that's on the kinks challenge list. I think I got it, too.

*ponders*

And btw? Your icon kicks ass.

You did get it. I said, hey, no one's done wax things, including you. This is possibly fate.

What were the other two?

I only remmber wax. I know another one scared me badly.

I--I don't know. I gave them to you! Maybe Lyra will remember. *rummages* This is why we cut and paste things, sug.

<--has her own in semagic window. *preens*

Oooooooooo. *purrs happily*

Help yourself. I made a few versions of it over here. And this one too. Hehe.

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