The Adventures of a Girl and Her Dragon

And yet, as I read "many similar groups, always made up of four humans and an animal, have existed," in the Wikipedia article on Scooby Doo! Mystery Inc, I couldn't help thinking, "the Ghostbusters are made up of four humans and an animal ghost."

If I thought I could sit through two seasons of a Scooby Doo reboot, something might come of this.

In lieu of giving all the Maximals Autobot-style alt modes, I started noodling with the "Airazor and Tigatron wake up in the Autobot base" scenelet I wrote however long ago.

Let's just say that as soon as Optimus spoke, Airazor was reconsidering the whole "model plane as alt mode" thing. ^__^

Airazor: *fluffs feathers* You're exaggerating. My first observation was how strange it was the Autobots don't have any beast traits in their body language.

Blackarachnia: Uh-huh. That's why Stripes over there is literally green with jealousy, right?

Tigatron: My robot mode is always this color. *sulks just a little*


Edit: May my Maximal friends forgive me. XD

The scale of the Autobot base made Airazor want to take to the air, but searching from above was simply not feasible. For one thing, she'd have to waste most of her attention avoiding the various pipes and cables and other bits of infrastructure which, to the human builders, had been placed "up out of the way"; for another, her beast mode's otherwise excellent vision wasn't really meant for the kinds of low lighting conditions that reigned in these unused areas.

Fortunately, white tigers tended to stand out well against shadows.

"Tigatron, are you sulking?"

Her only answer was a low, definitely sullen, growl.

"I can't believe you're hiding down here."

He turned so that his back was more fully to her, and tucked his face under one large paw.

"Just because..."

"I don't want to talk about it!" The effect of the snarl in his voice was a little spoiled by it coming out from under the paw muffled.

Airazor shook her head. "Mechs."

Have the opening snippet of my TFP/QL crossover.

( Say it with me, everyone...Ohhhhhh boy. )

At least, that was my solution tonight. Next time might be different.

( Behold Airazor and Tigatron going 'buh?' at the Autobot base! )

...because Castle is not, in fact, my latest One True Fandom. Despite current evidence to the contrary.

1) Beckett interrogating someone claiming to be "Ryan Dallion" (which he can't be, of course, because Dallion would be a good fifteen years older than this guy), who keeps poking around really weird murder scenes. REALLY weird murder scenes.

2) Some smartass with a hot Mustang barging in on a case. (Beckett wishes Castle would shut up about the car talking; you'd think he'd never encountered GPS before.)

3) Jonathan and Jennifer Hart dropping in to visit with their dear friend Martha. (Murder naturally ensues.)

I should not be allowed to play with the Seventh Sanctum crossover generator. Most viable crossovers so far: West Wing/Devil May Cry, Reboot/Phantasy Star, Golden Girls/Legend of Zelda, Quantum Leap/Sonic the Hedgehog, and Little House on the Prairie/Metal Gear Solid.

Okay, maybe not that last one. Though Sesame Street/Devil May Cry has possibilities...

(And, generated by my own twisted brain: This Old House/Silent Hill.)

You can just blame the_willow for this.

( More dragonriding Power Rangers crack under the cut. )

Me 'n' Jose Cuervo wrote 564 words of Angelo and Hades bitching about their mothers in law. Will post tomorrow, when I can be sure it makes some kind of sense.

And because I have NO SHAME at the moment, a double drabble for the_willow.

( You would make a good Weyrleader, Goldarth said. )

Tell me I'm not allowed to knit a Heraldwhite and blue scarf, hat, and mitt set for next winter. Mostly, tell me this because gods know I never wear white (and also, by the time any of the above were finished they wouldn't be white, they'd be cat hair colored). But I have a lot of nice white wool yarn to use up...

I should not have watched the MANTIS pilot before the series, because going from that insanely pretty cast to the substantially less pretty cast of the series made it harder to watch (though, easier to focus on plot, so there's that). Plus, there was 100% less wet-Carl-Lumbly-in-swimtrunks in the series. I pout.

I have eaten approximately all the food in the world today, and am trying to convince myself I ought to eat the salad in the fridge rather than order pizza. I blame hormones.

Alas, I cannot blame hormones for the fact I've been too unfocused to write for something like three weeks now. That's just evil brain chemistry at work. Bad brain. (Though I did almost want to start my Lone Ranger-as-Herald fic today, in part because yesterday I found a site with some Lone Ranger radio scripts posted.