#wrong curves

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Reply-Reply to Drakkoniss: Violet Vocab

drakkoniss reblogged your post:Minor Absurd-Fic Interlude

YOU DARE END IT AT THAT POINT?!?!?! LRRR, RULER OF OMICRON PERCEI-8 DEMANDS MORE ENTERTAINMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nope sorry; if I put any more mauvish adverbs into that post, it would collapse in upon itself and drill a whole straight through the Realms to the Plane of Elemental Bad Taste. The world's got a big enough problem with the Trilby-Brigade as it is without me adding their demonic masters to the mix :|

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Reply-Reply to Chippokenabokura: A Color Out of Space

chippokenabokura replied to your post:Minor Absurd-Fic Interlude

lol I would close that book if I came across it because HOLY PURPLE PROSE BATMAN sorry orz

:p The more ridiculous the better, I says *curt nod* I wanted to flip as many cliched compliments as I could, in as overwrought a fashion as I could, while also making it appropriately Early-Mid-20th Century Pulp Fantasy in tone, and using bizarre phrasing, but I also didn't want to put too much time in it, so it's probably less funny and more Flagrant than it could have been.

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Minor Absurd-Fic Interlude

But Seriously, where are all the stories about characters with curves in all the wrong places?

The line of her perfect angular nose bunched up like a cephalopod's eye. Her arms twined around me like a vampire vine. Her legs bent, and bent, and bent again; in ways my eyes could register but my brain could not begin.

Geometry failed her.

My reality repulsed her.

“So pedestrian” she sneered; her red, Red, RED lips went on for miles.

Her 8 perfect angular eyes rectangled down and out in some new sense of predatory, gleeful gleaming; their flat-line pupils a marless white in bathyal black. 8 barred, unspotted doors; apathetic to my growing hyperoxia. The room's halogenic Light trembled, and was afraid. The perfect angular beauty of her perfect angular face cracked at the diagonal of a perfect angular chin now gone sine-wave and opened, mawish and deep, along some extra axis that Space took one look at, put on its hat, shook its head, and walked away from into the night. She inhaled, rasping from some cool place, and her 8 gr8 eyes grinned polygonally, twinkling at my shudder. And then, from that smoking orb lined by endless rosen lips, as tarry tears crawled and smouldered down my flaying cheeks, my love began to sing the song that ends the Universe.