Um. Hi. Here's a bit of Merlin fic musing. I blame Glimmy.

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So, glimmergirl was contemplating fic, and she said, "No, I won't write the Arthur/Lancelot mpreg I seem to want for some stupid reason.And my brain went, "ping

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[escargoat]

That was awesomely amusing, and I haven't even watched Merlin. (Although, I at least know who most of the people are because it's a legend)

Then again, I'm rather fond of mpreg as a comedy.

(And I'm denying the fact that I killed a man with it for a horror fic. It was some other author - I swear.)

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Thank you, lovie!

Also? ::shudders:: DUDE.

[escargoat]

It was supposed to be horror! (Of course, my ability to write horror is entirely suspect, so...)

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::points to a few comments down:: It's took one of those turns that happens when I start writing crack. Damn.

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With little monogrammed diapers!

And there's a big fancy crib set up where the baby is all decked out and Arthur and Uther and Lancelot are all having one pure moment of relaxation before greeting guests and officially introducing the baby, and Merlin walks over and takes a peek through the majestic trappings of the Royal Viewing Crib at the wee bundle and says, "Oh my, I'm not quite sure how he got poop on his head" and there's a horrible horrible pause right before everyone explodes into action, where there's lots of hissing and at one point Arthur hisses, "Well it's not as if I could ask him if he needed to go before we left the castle."

Lancelot says, a wee bit flummoxed. "Because we are still in the castle?"

Everyone stops and looks at him.

"Right, right, because he's a baby. I must confess I have not had a great deal of sleep lately. I am not at my best."

Arthur snorts. "You think?. You're not the one who

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HEEEE. ::snorfles youuu::

[roadrunner1896]

LOL

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HEEEEE.

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*points at icon*

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Hee, love you, too, Lass. Did you see that I wrote a bit more and then turned left into a Possibly Serious Situation. Evidently my brain won't write crack without a little, I don't know, something else to break up the crackitude.