I did not give that spider superhuman intelligence -- RecklessPrudence Klaus looked at the spider. She was wearing a crinoline made out of her own silk. He turned back to Lord Falderil. "Really?"

“Wait, do you mean you made a new friend, or you made a new friend?” “Uhh, the first one. Wait, no, the second one... Which one doesn't involve artificially crafted Lovecraftian horrors of medicine?” --

The robots of Steam-Powered Giraffe meet Van Rijn’s Muses. {Fldth-whomp} "I’m not saying she wasn’t a nice lady, Hatchy, I’m saying you really should have given that big, dangly robot her portal gun

Klaus has difficulty adjusting to Skifandrian gender roles. The view out the window and the scent of the air. There was no doubt about it. This was the lost civilisation of Skifander. A low-quality brigadoon

Gil took longer than most children to grow out of the "why?" stage (either Klaus or Von Pinn dealing with him at that age, you pick, I just want to see toddler!Gil and hilarity) It was a little

"Pull the lever, ____!" "Wrong Lever!" "Reanimation, of course, is a touchy subject. Unauthorised, unwanted reanimation has been the source of many problems. Of course, it’s easier

Prompt: attack of the fire-breathing sheep "Lord Drixol’s castle is aflame!" "No it isn’t, it’s a whacking great pile of stone." There always had to be a literalist in the crowd. “It’s

Prompt: the Klaus Wulfenbach Fan Club -- Anonymous "This city is now part of the Wulfenbach Empire." "EEEeeeeeEEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeee!" It was not the horrified scream he was used to. These

Tarvek, Gil and Klaus with accompanying entourage, crashing mid-90’s rave parties aka Night At The Roxbury style. [AN: I have no idea what Night At The Roxbury is, so I’m going to keep it down to three

We R Igorth sets up shop in Mechanicsburg. [AN: Set sometime after Agatha’s return to Mechanicsburg] They always came to Sparks once a stronghold was established. A tribe of natural minions with a talent

(in response to today's comic and the feels generated therein) - Before Agatha, Zeetha was close to committing suicide by wilderness/apathy. Being kolee-dok-zumil gave her hope and gave her an anchor.

Tarvek + a frilly maid outfit - do with it what you will. “Monster delivery!” sang the maid as she entered. “That’s a monster?” “That’s a maid?” The red-head curtseyed. “F’give me sir, but I was told to

Iron Chef - Mechanicsburg! “READY!” “What I want to know is—” “STEADY!” “—who thought this was a good idea?” “COOK!” Gil winced as the klaxon blared. “Well, given the -ah- intense emotion, and the fact

Gil and Tarvek try Agatha's "special coffee". “Honestly, that flask says ‘Do not open’. There has to be a reason.” “Exactly why I’m opening it. To see why[1].” Tarvek, at least, had the sense

ficwar prompt: Jager shipping wars. “Aggil!” Xox roared, proving he was a proponent of Agatha/Gil. “Targatha!” Hollered Drej, proving he was a proponent of Agatha/Tarvek. “Aggil!” “Targatha!” “Aggil!”

The Jagerkin: who knew they had such a passion for matchmaking? (and such a lack of talent at it)? “He iss boy, hyu iss gorl. Vhat more could hyu vant?” “How about a pulse?” she indicated the man in question.