The Marriage Quiz (Mythklok Interstitial)
Title: The Marriage Quiz (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Are you ready for marriage?
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs.
Notes: This was sort of inspired by Z, who showed me a bunch of her fics that included her art as well. Unfortunately, I can't draw worth sh*t, but I wanted to do SOMETHING with visuals. So I got out my little scissors.... (BTW, this is the entire marriage quiz in all its glory, and it is awesome.)
"All right, Ganesha, are you ready to take the marriage quiz?"
"Pardon me, Lady Raziel?"
"This is how humans decide whether or not they're ready for The Big Step?"
"Er, that object in your hand, is that not what humans term, a comic book?"
"Sure! That's how it's done."
"Er. OK," said Ganesh dubiously, looking over the images.
"Here is the first question!" said Lady Raziel.
"Hrm," said Lord Ganesh. "Only bills for hats? Not matching shoes? Or fashionable little outfits? That seems a bit dodgy to me. Why would she only purchase hats? That's hardly a new ensemble. One might as well be naked."
"Huh," said Raziel. "Maybe the guy is sort of stupid?"
"Well, then he is DEFINITELY not ready for marriage! It is not an institution for the dimwitted!"
"OK, we'll mark this question as a NO."
"And, what has happened to this fellow's nose?"
"Yeah, it's sorta weird, huh?"
"He looks as though his cosmetic surgery has failed him!"
"Ooo, plastic surgery addict! Then this one is a double NO. OK, next question:"
"Free-cass?"
"Fricasee."
"He is demanding that this poor besotted woman consume something termed a free case? It sounds absolutely ghastly!"
"I guess his mother cooked it."
"Ah, his MOTHER!" said Ganesh, narrowing his eyes. "I wonder what Dr. Freud would have to say about this?"
"Dr. Freud? Is that the bald dude who's always on Oprah?"
"Er, no, Lady Raziel, I do not think that Dr. Freud was ever a guest on the Oprah Winfrey programme."
"OK, next:"
"Er. Cattle?"
"You're right. FAIL!"
"And what has happened to this unfortunate fellow's nose?"
"Yeah, worse than Michael Jackson, huh?"
"'Tis a wonder it has not fallen from his face!"
"Uh, ahem. Two women. Two terribly passionate, buxom women. Having an intense, er, discussion."
"Uh, yeah," said Raziel.
"Are there any more, er, pages to this comic book?" asked Ganesh, thumbing through the periodical curiously.
"You mean like where they start to tear each other's clothes off and make out? Hrm?"
"Such a thing might be of interest to Sariel."
"He's not the only one."
"I think it fair to give us each a point for that one!"
"Yeah, definitely!"
"All right, let us have the next question!"
"Tsk," tutted Ganesh.
"Oh, here you guys are! What the fuck are you doing?"
"Hi Sariel! We're taking the marriage quiz! Wanna give it a try?" asked Raziel.
Charles grabbed the comic book and considered it. "1 B. 2 B. 3 B. 4 C. 5 C...."
"Wait, how are you getting the answers so fast?" Raziel demanded.
"They're printed upside down on the bottom!" said Charles, holding up the page.
"Is that how you win at marriage? You cheat? Who taught you that?"
"You did."
"Hey, you're right!" said Raziel. "Well, another point for me!"
"Hey, are there any more panels to this one with the chicks arguing?" asked Charles.
"And a point for Ganesh!" said Raziel. "Well, I gotta go. I feel in the mood to see if Wotan wants to play Domineering Quiz Show Host and Three-Time Returning Champion tonight."
"I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!" said Charles as Raziel disappeared.
"Will our lives change after the ceremony, Sariel?" asked Ganesh.
"Naw," said Charles, making himself at home on Ganesh's lap. "Well, except that from now on every night when I come home from work, you're going to have to greet me stark naked, with my slippers and a pitcher of martinis. It's kind of a law."
"Well. All right. As long as you don't ask me to cook free case. Or start rattling on about cattle."
"No problem. But you have to quit spending so much goddam money on your little hats!"
"Hmpf. Old skinflint," muttered Ganesh, chewing on Charles' neck.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Are you ready for marriage?
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs.
Notes: This was sort of inspired by Z, who showed me a bunch of her fics that included her art as well. Unfortunately, I can't draw worth sh*t, but I wanted to do SOMETHING with visuals. So I got out my little scissors.... (BTW, this is the entire marriage quiz in all its glory, and it is awesome.)
"All right, Ganesha, are you ready to take the marriage quiz?"
"Pardon me, Lady Raziel?"
"This is how humans decide whether or not they're ready for The Big Step?"
"Er, that object in your hand, is that not what humans term, a comic book?"
"Sure! That's how it's done."
"Er. OK," said Ganesh dubiously, looking over the images.
"Here is the first question!" said Lady Raziel.
"Hrm," said Lord Ganesh. "Only bills for hats? Not matching shoes? Or fashionable little outfits? That seems a bit dodgy to me. Why would she only purchase hats? That's hardly a new ensemble. One might as well be naked."
"Huh," said Raziel. "Maybe the guy is sort of stupid?"
"Well, then he is DEFINITELY not ready for marriage! It is not an institution for the dimwitted!"
"OK, we'll mark this question as a NO."
"And, what has happened to this fellow's nose?"
"Yeah, it's sorta weird, huh?"
"He looks as though his cosmetic surgery has failed him!"
"Ooo, plastic surgery addict! Then this one is a double NO. OK, next question:"
"Free-cass?"
"Fricasee."
"He is demanding that this poor besotted woman consume something termed a free case? It sounds absolutely ghastly!"
"I guess his mother cooked it."
"Ah, his MOTHER!" said Ganesh, narrowing his eyes. "I wonder what Dr. Freud would have to say about this?"
"Dr. Freud? Is that the bald dude who's always on Oprah?"
"Er, no, Lady Raziel, I do not think that Dr. Freud was ever a guest on the Oprah Winfrey programme."
"OK, next:"
"Er. Cattle?"
"You're right. FAIL!"
"And what has happened to this unfortunate fellow's nose?"
"Yeah, worse than Michael Jackson, huh?"
"'Tis a wonder it has not fallen from his face!"
"Uh, ahem. Two women. Two terribly passionate, buxom women. Having an intense, er, discussion."
"Uh, yeah," said Raziel.
"Are there any more, er, pages to this comic book?" asked Ganesh, thumbing through the periodical curiously.
"You mean like where they start to tear each other's clothes off and make out? Hrm?"
"Such a thing might be of interest to Sariel."
"He's not the only one."
"I think it fair to give us each a point for that one!"
"Yeah, definitely!"
"All right, let us have the next question!"
"Tsk," tutted Ganesh.
"Oh, here you guys are! What the fuck are you doing?"
"Hi Sariel! We're taking the marriage quiz! Wanna give it a try?" asked Raziel.
Charles grabbed the comic book and considered it. "1 B. 2 B. 3 B. 4 C. 5 C...."
"Wait, how are you getting the answers so fast?" Raziel demanded.
"They're printed upside down on the bottom!" said Charles, holding up the page.
"Is that how you win at marriage? You cheat? Who taught you that?"
"You did."
"Hey, you're right!" said Raziel. "Well, another point for me!"
"Hey, are there any more panels to this one with the chicks arguing?" asked Charles.
"And a point for Ganesh!" said Raziel. "Well, I gotta go. I feel in the mood to see if Wotan wants to play Domineering Quiz Show Host and Three-Time Returning Champion tonight."
"I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT!" said Charles as Raziel disappeared.
"Will our lives change after the ceremony, Sariel?" asked Ganesh.
"Naw," said Charles, making himself at home on Ganesh's lap. "Well, except that from now on every night when I come home from work, you're going to have to greet me stark naked, with my slippers and a pitcher of martinis. It's kind of a law."
"Well. All right. As long as you don't ask me to cook free case. Or start rattling on about cattle."
"No problem. But you have to quit spending so much goddam money on your little hats!"
"Hmpf. Old skinflint," muttered Ganesh, chewing on Charles' neck.