“I want to see more girl monsters. Girl giants, girl dragons, hulks & trolls. Scylla and hydra. Girl monsters who are huge and whole. Teeth and plush fur and long muscled tails. Heads enough to see you anywhere. Gleaming green or brown. But girl monsters are usually zombies or vampires. Pale and thin, bleeding or dead. Not Lady Lazarus, not a phoenix from the ash. I want to see how you get strong without being broken first. Get strong and stay strong. Get big and bigger.”—
So I spent most of Sunday night trying to work out a rule 63!Madoka Magica fusion pretty much entirely so that I could have Auron/Braska/Jecht as heartbreaking teenage magical girls trying to fend off the Walpurgisnacht-style Witch, Sin.
I AM BECOME THAT WHICH I HATE.
That… sounds kind of awesome…?
I kind of really want a Persona-style socializing RPG thing with the Azumanga Daioh cast as magical girls.
I think we win, you guys. S/he has become so paranoid about people gayilizing favorite characters that the specter of sphincter abuse haunts him/her in everything s/he reads.
Specter of sphincter abuse totally beats Ghost of Christmas Past.
Do you get the impression this person just really likes reading slash fanfic but feels really guilty about it and thinks that as long as they flame everything they read, slash or not, no-one will know?
I can only assume God puts me through such shit as a Caps fan because someday the payoff is going to be fucking epic, and all the sweeter for the years of pain.
In the meantime, I will resume planning my party for when a meteor strikes the Penguins and crushes all of them to a fine paste. There will be cake and ice cream and balloons and funny hats. We will all be the better for it.