Disclaimer: Theirs is theirs. Mine is mine. This is mine, with bits of
theirs. Thank you for not stealing mine :)
Summary: A bunch of PWPs with very little connecting them except my own
twisted imagination.
Archiving: Email [email protected] and ask nice :) Comments can also go to
this address :)
Coding info: Since fanfic is wont to turn up on web pages, I've
deliberately avoided anything to do with greater-than or less-than
signs, because they tend to screw up HTML something chronic. Hence;
asterisks (*) denote emphasis, underscores (_) thoughts or italics,
curly brackets ({}) sound effects and square brackets ([]) foreign
languages. I refuse point blank to codify accents, as it winds up
reading like lousy spelling :) I have enough trouble with that as it is.
From the Author: Since there's no actual *content* in any of these, I
decided to do them up as chapters. This does not mean that they're
necessarily all the same story. In fact, technically speaking, there's
no story at all :) Just silliness.
Plot? What Plot?
(Or: Don't Give The InterNutter Too Much Sugar)
InterNutter
Part the First: Five Seconds After the Cameras Stopped Rolling [The
sequel to _Adrift_ ]
Everyone had pretty much stopped laughing at Kurt and his feminised
holoprojection. The Elf himself had turned back to the mirror and was
examining "herself" with a speculative look.
"You know, this isn't too bad. If I wanted to sneak into the girl's
locker room, I think I could possibly pass."
"Kurt..." warned Jean.
"Except the lipstick. That's really not my colour."
"Dude," said Scott. "You're creeping me out here, pal."
"What do *you* think?" Kurt turned back to them, gesturing at his
face. "This colour's just *way* too slutty on me. I think I'm more of a
coral..."
"All right," sighed the Professor. "You've had your fun. Hand over the
watch."
"Nein, that is not fun," he turned back to the mirror and bounced up
and down, ogling the holographic breasts. "*This* is fun."
"This is just *too* strange," Jean complained.
"Heh heh heh. No bra."
"Ewwww..." Scott covered his face. "*Ku-urt*..."
"Bouncy bouncy bouncy..."
"*KURT*!" Yelled the Professor.
He theatrically undid the watch and handed it back to the Professor
with an equally overacted sigh and left the room.
"Professor?" asked Scott. "Could you do us all a favour?"
"Yes?"
"For the love of God; never, *EVER* do that again!"
theirs. Thank you for not stealing mine :)
Summary: A bunch of PWPs with very little connecting them except my own
twisted imagination.
Archiving: Email [email protected] and ask nice :) Comments can also go to
this address :)
Coding info: Since fanfic is wont to turn up on web pages, I've
deliberately avoided anything to do with greater-than or less-than
signs, because they tend to screw up HTML something chronic. Hence;
asterisks (*) denote emphasis, underscores (_) thoughts or italics,
curly brackets ({}) sound effects and square brackets ([]) foreign
languages. I refuse point blank to codify accents, as it winds up
reading like lousy spelling :) I have enough trouble with that as it is.
From the Author: Since there's no actual *content* in any of these, I
decided to do them up as chapters. This does not mean that they're
necessarily all the same story. In fact, technically speaking, there's
no story at all :) Just silliness.
Plot? What Plot?
(Or: Don't Give The InterNutter Too Much Sugar)
InterNutter
Part the First: Five Seconds After the Cameras Stopped Rolling [The
sequel to _Adrift_ ]
Everyone had pretty much stopped laughing at Kurt and his feminised
holoprojection. The Elf himself had turned back to the mirror and was
examining "herself" with a speculative look.
"You know, this isn't too bad. If I wanted to sneak into the girl's
locker room, I think I could possibly pass."
"Kurt..." warned Jean.
"Except the lipstick. That's really not my colour."
"Dude," said Scott. "You're creeping me out here, pal."
"What do *you* think?" Kurt turned back to them, gesturing at his
face. "This colour's just *way* too slutty on me. I think I'm more of a
coral..."
"All right," sighed the Professor. "You've had your fun. Hand over the
watch."
"Nein, that is not fun," he turned back to the mirror and bounced up
and down, ogling the holographic breasts. "*This* is fun."
"This is just *too* strange," Jean complained.
"Heh heh heh. No bra."
"Ewwww..." Scott covered his face. "*Ku-urt*..."
"Bouncy bouncy bouncy..."
"*KURT*!" Yelled the Professor.
He theatrically undid the watch and handed it back to the Professor
with an equally overacted sigh and left the room.
"Professor?" asked Scott. "Could you do us all a favour?"
"Yes?"
"For the love of God; never, *EVER* do that again!"