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I don't really think so, but I suppose it might be?

((Tags: M/M, and.... that's it, I think. Badger421/Jay - Awesomeness Central))

There are many things that might cause a young man to be running through the halls of the PPC. Ships are not one of them, unless said young man is running from a shipping war before cannons, not canons, are brought into it. However, during this time of year, ships can lead somebody to run in search of somebody to be shipped with. Such was the case of young Jay (not to be confused with the original Jay, who probably has no idea what a shipfest is), also known as Jay - Awesomeness Central, also known as Awesomeness Central, also known as JAC, also known as AC, also known as Awesome, also known as Central, also known as Center, also known as That Guy With Way Too Many Names. After having considered for a long moment, the Author decided to split the difference between a long and a short name and go for Central, both for convenience’s sake and to avoid confusion. Anyways, Central was very excited for this year’s Shipfest, and, having hoisted Aegis up into the air before throwing him at Granz, he ran off, laughing and preparing himself for what was going to happen next. Of course, what did happen was slightly unexpected for him, if not for the audience.

“Ooof!” a voice cried as Central ran into him. There was the sound of something clattering to the ground as Central staggered back. He looked up, and was rather shocked at what he saw.

“GHOST!” he yelped. His skin was pale enough to be one, and even if his hair was brown, his blue eyes were pale enough to counteract that. He seemed like he might be a very angsty ghost, given the fact that his jacket, pants, and, presumably, shirt, were black. Maybe the shirt was for Evanescence, or something.

“Not a ghost,” the other young man muttered. “I’m Badger. Badger421. I’m just going to the library.” He bent down and picked up his glasses, which had made the sound Central had heard.

“Oh,” Central said. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Badger said, turning to face Central. “What’re you running from, anyway?”

“Shipfest!” he replied. “I’m just trying to find somewhere to wait for what happens next.” He grinned. “I think I’m gonna get a bite soon.”

“Oh, right,” Badger said, rather unenthusiastically. “Shipfest. Yeah, I threw my name in the ring this year, too. I’m not all that hopeful, though. It’s not like I talk to a lot of people. But, enough of that. You’re looking for a shipper, right? You can probably find one in the library. Do you want me to show you the way?”

“SURE!” Central shouted. Badger raised an eyebrow at him. “I mean, sure,” he said more quietly, embarrassed.

“Alright. This way, kid,” he said, walking down the hallway. Central followed, as much as one can follow when walking side-by-side with somebody, not even noticing he had to take three strides for Badger’s two.

“So, you’re excited, right? I know I’m excited,” Central asked.

“Like I said, I don’t really talk to people. I mostly lurk, so I don’t think anybody’s really going to be interested in me this year,” Badger replied.

“Well, that’s kinda a downer. I’ve only been here for a little while, but I really hope somebody ships me!” Central said. “But if they don’t do you, I’m not so sure…” He trailed off, and his steps faltered a little.

“Don’t worry about it,” Badger said. “It’s mostly because I lurk. If you’re active, you should be fine.” Central began to grin again, and was so excited he actually started skipping a little.

“I threw two people together just a while ago,” he said. “Think that’ll be enough?” Badger laughed, both at the the skipping and the comment. Geez, this guy had energy.

“That should do it,” he said. “You’ll probably see at least one or two things floating around with you in ‘em.”

“YES!” Central shouted, “I knew it was the right call!” Badger laughed again, then noticed that one of the PPC’s peculiarities had manifested itself.

“Hey, we’re here,” he said, pointing at the large oak doors to their left. Central stopped and stared at the doors.

“Weird. I thought it was gonna take longer.”

“It was, but then you ran into me,” Badger explained, if that could be considered an explanation. It wasn’t enough of one for Central, who still wore a puzzled expression. Badger just smiled and shoved open one of the doors. Central shook himself and followed the older male, before stopping to gape at the wonder that is the PPC Library. It wasn’t just full of books. Manga volumes, DVDs, even binders that contained printed-out webcomics, the Library had it all. Badger’s smile widened as he saw the newbie’s reaction. Wow, he really was new, wasn’t he? However, Badger couldn’t just stand there watching - okay, well, maybe he could have. What could he say, the newbie was kinda cute. But, he did have something very important to do, one of two things he had come here for. As nonchalantly as he could, given how very eager he was, he walked over to one of the large armchairs by the Library’s fireplace and fell into it. Ah, perfect. He’d never tell anyone, but sometimes, Badger felt rather cold in the PPC, and so he’d come here to sit back and warm up a little. The fact that the chairs were so comfortable you could fall asleep in them (something he may have done once or twice. Or dozens of times) didn’t hurt at all. He sighed contentedly, and stared into the fire. Nothing could be better. Except, maybe, being shipped, but that ship had sailed a long time ago. He snorted at the pun, and looked over at Central. The awe had worn off, and he was looking around, walking around the room, checking every shelf. It seemed he was incapable of sitting still.

“So, how long do I have to wait?” Central asked.

“No idea,” Badger said after a long pause. “I haven’t been shipped, and I spend most of my time here, but I’ve seen people walk in and immediately get dragged out again.” Central had to resist tapping his foot, for Badger was talking rather slowly. Maybe he was sleepy? He subtly - or so he thought - walked around the room and flopping into another one of the armchairs so he could see the him. Oh. Oooh. Wow. Okay, he understood why Badger was so slow. This was heaven. Absolutely perfect. A dopey grin spread across his face, which Badger, who had started watching him, saw. He smiled. Most people had that reaction. “Most of the time, they just wait in the chairs.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Central replied, closing his eyes. “I think I’ll do that.” Badger smiled, and returned to watching the fire. The two sat there, almost dozing, occasionally stealing glances at one another. One time in particular, Central lazily glanced at Badger, and was surprised to see him almost glimmering. He soon realized it was just the fire, but still, it was oddly perfect, like a field of snow. From that point on, he kept his eyes just a little open, hoping to catch another moment like that one. Finally, after some time, Badger decided he ought to do the second thing he’d come to the library for.

“What’re you doing?” Central asked slowly.

“The reason I came here in the first place. A guy asked me to get a thing for him,” Badger replied. He stretched, then, after deciding he was warm enough for the moment, shrugged off his jacket. Central’s eyes snapped all the way open. Yum. Very much yum.

“What thing was that?” he asked, sitting up a little straighter.

“He wanted me to find a book for him,” Badger replied. “What was the title again… No, wait, it was a manga. Puella Magi… Kazumi Magica, I think.”

“I’ll help you,” Central said, standing up and darting over to one of the shelves. “Would it be over here?” He bent down and started searching. Evidently, he planned to go bottom to top.

“Might be,” Badger said, staring at Central before shaking his head and turning to a shelf on the other side of the room. Nah. That was just daydreaming. “I’ll check over here.” The two started searching, and thankfully for Central’s patience, they weren’t all that difficult to find.

“Found it!” he cried, triumphantly pulling the five small volumes off the shelf. He zipped over to Badger, but didn’t hold the books as tightly he should have. The top one fell to the floor, and in a very predictable turn of events, both bent down to grab it. Central flushed as his hand touched Badger’s, who most definitely noticed. He smiled as he straightened.

Well, if this was your plan all along, I guess it worked, he thought to the one who had sent him there. Out loud he said, “Alright, newbie. You wanted to get shipped, right?” Central looked up at him, and the volumes fell to the ground. Shock once more filled his face, but it was replaced with eagerness- and, of course, something more.

“Very much,” he replied. Badger grinned and pulled him back to the hearth, which a rug was conveniently placed in front of, before slowly lowering him to the floor.

Somewhere else in the PPC, a certain other Boarder smiled as he turned off the monitor. He wasn’t going to intrude on such an intimate moment. There was a fine line between shipping and creepy, one he didn’t wish to cross. But, still, he was quite happy to have done this. A little request, a bit of tracking, and voila! Two people… satisfied…, and revenge taken. He hummed as he walked off to go see what others had in store for him, and then began to sing. “Okay, okay. I see what’s happening here. You’re face to face with greatness, and it’s strange…”

If so, then could I change my between-battle substitute to Mimikyu?

There are no restrictions for shipping on me. Genderbend me, put me into kinks, ship me with food and inanimate objects, whatever floats your boat.

My main boarderships are Aegimaz, Nesh/Phobos, Des/Zingy, Larfen/Granz, and, freshly arrived, Alleb/Larfen

As for details about me: Male, 19 years old, 5'9"-5'10", blueish-grey eyes, pale, wears mostly black, long hair, goatee.

You do know you don't have to report every single badfic you come across, right? And if you're not even sure if it's badfic, why report it as such and then say it's goodfic?

No need to bump old threads off the Board by constantly posting badfic, alright?

Don't think you're a horrible person if you like it. Maybe it's a good fic and I'm a poor judge of fanfiction.

It's an in-progress fic called Silver Moonflower and the Sorcerer's Stone. (Yes, the writer's going by the American version of the books.) Its titular character is a Mary Sue that's crushing on Harry Potter. Also, she can sense emotions and see everything and invents spells. In first year. *sigh*

Here's the link to Chapter 1: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12383391/1/Silver-Moonflower-and-the-Sorcerer-s-Stone

And here's the link to Chapter 2: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12383391/2/Silver-Moonflower-and-the-Sorcerer-s-Stone

Well, I'm late, but I guess it's still time for gifting you with a pot of black-hole coffee and a welcome.

PHWOO! Am I glad you enjoyed that!
PHWOO! Thank you for doing so and then saying so!

I can't wait for that revengefic, Aleeb, and I am very much happy I was not saved from it.

-Larfen, rocking back and forth excitedly for the revengefic.

... is that I got sent to Frankfurt itself a couple of years back (for about two hours; long story). Alas.

hS

I think mine was Experiment 505.

Welcome. Have a black cape.

Have one of my own shed feathers, a replica lightsaber, and some plastic vampire fangs! Might as well finish the look, right? XD

When I wrote that post, I was preemptively annoyed at the thought of having to dig through everything Maxwell posted from now until the end of time for cleverly-hidden comments, since I'd understood his post to mean that they would be there. That was probably an extremely uncharitable reading of his words, so yeah, Maxwell, sorry for yelling at you about this.

I'm not actually inherently opposed to the idea of hidden messages. A "let's all play with clever ways to hide something" thread sounds like a pretty fun thing! In fact,​ there's one in this post (if it doesn't get eaten).

As to JavaScript, when I was writing the post, I saw Maxwell as someone who was having a lot of fun probing at the edges of the filtering/security on the Board, so I had the impression that it'd only be a matter of time before he posted a few alert(1);s to see what he could get away with on a technical level. This would, of course, make any thread it happened in really annoying to read because of the constant dialog box popups.

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. But when you think about it, what does that really mean?

Across the ancient world, from Egypt to the Mayan states, vengeance was a person, a being who walked the earth and brought justice and death. In the icy north, Vitharr Odinson hunts the wolf Fenrir to avenge his father; in the New World, the crowned skeleton who will one day be named Pascualito haunts the graveyards, drawing the guilty to him.

At the heart of the world, around the wine-dark sea where Paul of Tarsus will someday sail to Rome, the spirits of vengeance are multitudes. The Erinyes, the winged Furies, flock after oathbreakers and traitors, cutting their lives short and dragging them down to Tartarus. Blind Adrestia balances the fates of men in her hand, her unsheathed sword foretelling the fate of those who fail the test. Tireless Nemesis, winged with night, hunts down the prideful and the arrogant, whipping them to their doom.

All of this is on Alleb's mind, as she lies in her beloved's arms. But she also recalls what many have forgotten: that Nemesis and Adrestia were not merely the children of Ares, but of Aphrodite also, whom the Romans named Venus - and that Eros, the Cupid of the Emperors, was their brother.

Vengeance, Alleb thinks lazily, curling in against the one who holds her, is mine.

((For the record, the structure isn't meant to imply that Alleb's lover is any of the named deities of revenge - just a non-described incarnation. Fill in your own description.))

hS

Agh, it's perfect! It's beautiful! Ahaha! That ending is wonderful. The whole thing is wonderful. Ah!

Of course, much as with hS, the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed this does not save you from revengefic. >=]

-Alleb, stil ehehehing

P.S.--Have some awesome music.

*as does the excited clapping of hands*
This is so much more interesting than Arendt.

Clara had barely had a chance to loosen the laces on her corset (a little more than she normally would - she had a feeling these two were going to be trouble, and that she might need the maneuverability) when the TARDIS lurched to the side.

"Oh, come on!" She staggered out of the wardrobe and flung herself down the corridor as her ship span around her. Floors became walls became ceilings before she reached the console room and tumbled through into the eye of the storm.

"One thing!" she called as she hurried to the control column and fixed the pair with her best Doctor Glare. "You had one thing to not do!"

"Are you kidding?" Iximaz was clinging to Desdendelle for support as the ship rolled. "You left a pair of geeks unsupervised in a TARDIS, you must have known what would happen!"

"I bet this is why he went grey so suddenly," Clara muttered. "Right. You." She pointed at Iximaz. "Tell me what you did."

The young woman leant past Me's possessed body. "I pushed that… no, that lever." She frowned. "I think. And there was a spinny thing…"

"I did suggest you should leave well alone." Desdendelle managed to impart his flat tone with a whole heap of disapproval. "But you had to try it out."

Iximaz stuck out her tongue. "Like I said to her, what'd you expect?"

Clara bent over the controls, trying to reverse whatever the girl had done. "We're in flight," she reported, "and not exploding, so that's good. But you've- I don't even know what a spline reticulator is, let alone why you've redlined it." She span a dial, and the juddering noticably decreased. "Now if I can just get us into a stable temporal orbit while I-"

The TARDIS came to a sudden halt, with a thud made all the more abrupt by the cessation of all the noises that had been filling it. Clara looked up, brow furrowed. "Did you do that?"

"We thought you did," Desdendelle answered for both her guests. "Did you not?"

"If only." Clara flicked the exterior cameras back on and snorted. "Hello, familiar architecture. It would be England, wouldn't it? I reckon someone's buried a TARDIS magnet somewhere under London, you know." She glanced at her friend, remembered that she'd been possessed, and scowled. "At least we're not dead. That would really mess things up."

Desdendelle frowned slightly, but Iximaz whispered something in his ear and his expression cleared. Clara decided it must have been the equivalent of the Horseman's Word for mind-swapped people.

"Since we're here," she went on, "I think there's someone who might be able to help. I'll give her a ring, and- can you hear something?"

The sound was high-pitched and growing louder, like a motor about to shatter its bearings. Clara studied her instruments, muttered something under her breath, and knelt down to check the panels under the console. "If you two have broken something, I'm going to be very disappointed in you."

Iximaz laughed, which Clara thought highly inappropriate. "You're looking in the wrong place," she said. "That's no moon - that's a fangirl."

"Oh, come on, Star Wars references?" Clara straightened up and shot the girl a look. The squeal was very loud now. "Of all the-"

"Eeeeeee!" The door from the diner crashed open, and a young woman charged in. "Eeeeee!" Her black hair was pulling free from her braid, and she seemed to be dressed in her pyjamas - slippers included. "Eeeeee!" She ran up to the console, leant over it to give the rotor a hug, then turned to Clara. "Eeeeee-huh." She cocked her head, bird-like. "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you standing around in your underwear."

Clara groaned and looked over the woman's shoulder. "Again," she said, making eye contact with Desdendelle, "I told you. No-one thinks corsets are everyday wear."

"Which isn't to say they shouldn't be," the new(est)comer put in, "for some people." She turned round and waved at the others. "Hi! You're Iximaz, aren't you?"

"Um." Iximaz looked nonplussed. "Yes? Wait - it's not Kaitlyn, is it?"

"That's me!" Kaitlyn beamed, and swept a hand down her front. "I know I don't look my best, but I heard the sound outside, and-"

"I know, right?" Iximaz waved a hand at the room around them. "You hear that 'vworp vworp' sound in real life, and you just have to drop everything-"

"-even on the off-chance!" Kaitlyn span back round and threw her arms around Clara, then stepped back hurriedly. "Sorry, that- I didn't actually mean to do that, I'm just so- eeeeee!"

Desdendelle coughed. "I'm Desdendelle, by the way."

Kaitlyn glanced over her shoulder and frowned. "You sure? You look more like that annoying Ashildr woman."

"Hey!" Clara tapped the woman's arm, stepping away before she could be ambush-hugged again. "Don't say that about my friend."

"Desdendelle's your friend?" Kaitlyn waved a hand as if to wipe the words away. "Sorry, couldn't resist. But you've got to admit 'Lady Me' is a bit, well, dull."

"I don't have to- look, why are you even here?" Clara demanded. "I'm not exactly running a tourist attraction here."

"You're flying a TARDIS." That was Iximaz, now advancing on Clara with Desdendelle tagging along behind her. "Did you really think people wouldn't come running?"

"Oh God," Clara groaned, "I bet the Doctor never has this problem."

"You'd be surprised," Kaitlyn and Iximaz said in unison, then made eye contact and laughed.

"Oh, enough!" Clara folded her arms across her chest, aware of how that would look with the corset but not really caring. "Why don't you… I don't know, go through to the diner and have a cup of coffee?"

"Tea." This time it was Kaitlyn and Desdendelle who said the word together, and their exchanged glance was much more subdued. "But I can't," Kaitlyn went on. "I'm in my PJs, I'm not going out in public."

"You could let us visit the wardrobe," Iximaz suggested. "Then Kaitlyn could get dressed."

"Yes!" Clara snapped, then had to take a deep breath. "Yes," she repeated more calmly, "that's actually not a bad idea. Head that way, take the first right, second left, two flights down, once round the-"

She stopped, looking at their expressions: Desdendelle's attentive, Kaitlyn's bewildered, Iximaz's unfocused, as if imagining all the trouble she could get up to once let loose in the TARDIS. Clara imagined the same thing, and shuddered from head to toe.

"On second thoughts," she said, walking over to the wall and pulling open a panel, "give me a minute." She pushed at buttons, pulled on levers, and twirled dials, working more on instinct than logi...il finally she was able to look over her shoulder and see racks of clothes hanging just beyond the console room door. "There. One wardrobe. Get."

The trio wandered towards the relocated wardrobe, and Desdendelle leant closer to Iximaz. "If it is so simple to rearrange the TARDIS," Clara heard him ask, "why is the Doctor never able to get anywhere quickly?"

Kaitlyn, joining them just short of the door, gave him a grin. "C'mon, Des," she said. "He's the Doctor. Why do you think?"

Kaitlyn seems to be channelling Agent Kaitlyn rather a bit here. Not that I imagine she'd mind, mark you...

hS