Marco

Los Angeles, California, 2002

2009-10-01T06:56:31Z

"Aw, come on!" Marco scowled at the television and flipped through a few channels. "It's all re-runs!"

Marco's mother stuck her head into the movie theater where Marco was sitting, a giant tub of popcorn in front of him. "It's all new, it's not their fault you've already seen it all."

"It's re-runs for me!" Marco whined.

"Go outside, read a book." Eva suggested, having absolutely no pity for her son's predicament.

"Moooom!" Marco whined some more. Eva simply shook her head and moved out of the room.

Marco clicked through a few more channels before giving up. Apparently, large amounts of money did not buy you good entertainment at a click.

But it did by him a very futuristic cell phone that he was now twiddling with.

[ooc: Open to phone calls! *looks at clock* *looks innocent*]

Room 412

2009-06-06T03:48:43Z

After two weeks of vending machineness, Marco had quite a few voice mails stored up. Almost all were either from his parents or Cassie which gave him an idea about their contents.

Twenty minutes after de-vending, Marco had stuffed random clothes into a bag, left a few messages, and left a note for his roommate informing her of his departure and had taken off for a taxi.

[ooc: And Marco is gone for the summer for a variety of personal reasons. If you think he left you a message, he probably did.]

4th Floor Corridor

2009-05-24T04:52:54Z

At some point Marco realized that he had running out of junk food. This was a nightmare that could not be lived with, so he decided to run back to his room for food.

He didn't even get a chance to think "Not again!" before being turned into a vending machine.

[ooc: I'm home for a week, Marco is a vending machine. Vending machine is moddable.]

Room 412

2009-04-11T20:02:49Z

Marco had not noticed anything odd at prom, though he was curious as to where his date had disappeared to. But it was Saturday, so he had more pressing matters - like sleeping in till noon.

Of course, the silly boy had forgotten to lock the door.

[Open!]

Fourth floor hallway, late at night

2009-01-08T06:29:21Z

In the hallway, stood a vending machine, all alone. It did have a name tag though that proudly said "Probably Marco. Don't vend me, biznatches!" It also said that soda was 1.25 a bottle and that everything was out of stock.

And it just stood there. Standing. Like a vending machine.

Fourth floor hallway

2009-01-04T07:41:08Z

When you took away the animals and the aliens, Marco was really a normal teenage boy deep down inside. A hungry at 3 am teenage boy. Had Marco been a more observant teenage boy, he might have realized that he was standing in the exact same spot where he had turned into a vending machine last time. But he wasn't.

So now there was a non-functioning soda vending machine standing on the fourth floor.

[ooc: Open if you wanna gape at the new vending machine at three am or ooc. I've off to Vegas for a few days, Marco will be humanized once I get back. Modding of the vending machine allowed, though it will not dispense free product.]

Arms Hotel, Room 329

2008-10-27T00:46:01Z

Marco had pizza. Marco had soda. Marco had spent fifteen minutes in the lobby trying to get ready to go talk to his best friend and hopefully get more than a yes/no/fine sentence out of him. Marco also had cheese. Don't ask.

But now, here he was. Knocking.

Marco, the animals, and you

2008-08-31T19:20:12Z

It's been a long, long time since I've done this, so ... a quick primer on the random animals.

Every once in a while, Marco gets bored or decides to torment students, or whatever and he turns into an animal and goes to stalk a common room. He prefers chimps because they have hands, but there are other options as well.

While it is not a big secret that Marco can do this, very few people actually know it's him.

Things of note:
*In canon, Marco has a time limit of two hours as an animals. I've translated this to about 80 comments. I've never actually gone up this high, but if he's getting close, he's going to leave the CR and come back a human boy (or not come back at all...which ever). I don't actually count comments, I do a "comments in post/2 - 15" kinda thing.

*Thought speak! When Marco is in morph, he can talk via thought-speak. It's...exactly what it sounds like. The character will hear his (Marco's) voice in their head. No, Marco can't read minds. It only works one way. Thought-speak will appear < like this > in text.

That's...actually it. Any questions, shoot my way.

Fourth Floor Hallway

2008-07-30T04:34:58Z

The fourth floor corridor was the same as it was a week ago. Doors, floor, pain, two vending machines. Nothing unusual. At all. Really. Until the two machines began to shake a bit, and their buttons began to light up in random combinations. And suddenly, there were two boys where the two machines had once been. Two confused boys who swore to never speak of this again.

[ooc: Vending machine 2 modded with permission.]

Fourth Floor Corridor - Evening

2008-05-09T22:47:28Z

Marco had stepped out of his room, half to see if there were any newbies to scare, half to see if there was any food. If he got both, he'd consider it a good deal. As he walked to the end of the hall, he felt a familiar jolt run through him and found it very difficult to move his legs.

"Oh not again!" A minute later, a vending machine stood where the boy had once been.

It rocked once, twice, and fell over, turning back into said boy.

"NOT FUNNY!" Marco yelled at the ceiling from the floor. "Not funny at all!"

[ooc: Open. I have no idea.]

Info drop of bandwagoney!

2008-05-08T19:49:52Z

I don't think I've done this in a while so...bandwagoney! Totally a word yo.

Alanna is a class of 2007 alumni. She's a short, stubborn, and snarky young woman who switched places with her twin brother to train to be a knight. At some point, she wound up in Fandom High, fell in love with Charlie Kawalsky, and met her future daughter. Her brain has been broken so many times, it simply can't be any more. She's a healer, a knight, and kind of powerful. She also has a temper and is horribly, horribly motion sick.

Most of Alanna's canon adventures can be found in her journal. As of right now, she has just returned home after a year of travel and adventures to discover that the King and Queen of Tortall had died, her ex-lover and ex-knight master is suddenly King and her sort of ex sort of not she's not really sure there boyfriend from another world is suddenly in Tortall. Learning how to ride a horse. Oh, and her twin has brought back her biggest enemy from the dead. She's dealing with everything by beating things (and people) up.

Faithful is a talking cat who is also a god/godlike who has been sent to guide Alanna. He does by insulting her intelligence, eating all the seafood within a mile radius, and complaining about the weather. He used to do radio with Aly, Alanna's daughter from the future. See above about Alanna's brain no longer breaking.

Marco is a sixteen-year-old Animorph, which by his own definition is a "teenager with a death wish". It also means that due to alien technology, he can turn into any animal who's DNA he's absorbed for two hours. This also means that he can regenerate a new body if he's injured (by morphing into something else), but he'll be really tired afterwards and pretty much useless. Due to the magic of handwaveyness, his haircut is imprinted in his DNA. Just go with it.

Marco think he's funny and cute and is sometimes right. He's also the planner of their team, coming up with the solutions that will get them to victory quickest. Generally, he's the one in the corner letting his mouth run without breaking and making all the bad jokes. Anyone who meets him will think he doesn't take anything seriously. Which is good. Last time he got serious, 17,000 Yeerks got killed. He can be absolutely cold and brutal when necessary. He tries to avoid that at all costs.

Marco is from seven years in the past, loves video games and junk food. He likes girls and can't seem to get very far with them. After the whole thing with the oatmeal, it takes a lot to break his brain. Over winter break, he caught up with canon and now has even more that he's hiding beneath the grins and the bad jokes.

Oh, and he's sooooo cuter than Anders.

Imagine a world where all the fairy tales were real. And aware of the stereotypes that go with fairy tales. That's where Cimorene is from. She's the youngest daughter of seven in a small kingdom somewhere vaguely not near the Enchanted Forest. Her six older sisters are all the stereotypical, blond, air head princess. Cimorene learns Latin and fencing in her spare time.

At sixteen, she gets betrothed to a young man with barely enough brains to fill a teaspoon. Cimorene gets fed up and runs away on the advice of a talking frog. She becomes the princess to the Dragon Kazul, has many interesting adventures and wounds up in Fandom High because Kazul feels that she needs to spend at least some time with people her own age and species. She gets Cimorene to go along with this plan by informing her that she'll get to learn new things.

Cimorene is not a stereotypical princess. (In case you haven't picked that up already.) She's tall, with jet black hair that she usually wears in braids that are pinned to the top of her head. She's extremelly stubborn and prefers clothes that are practical to pretty. She's proficient in Latin, can fence (she also has a sword that she can't loose with - the catch is that you can win and still die), and has some magical abilities. She hates wizards, likes cooking (she makes a mean cherries jubilee) She can act like an air-head, but she prefers not to.

Oh, and she's fire-proof.

Hi! I'm a college student on PST who doesn't sleep much. I can be found on aim as VioletLightFaith or email as Morpherboy@gmail.com. I enjoy making lists. (Which reminds me, I have the final draft of the future!kids family tree to post.)

My availability is somewhat unstable, however, it will be in the "highly around" range most of this summer. Which is not now. Now is finals. Now is brain smush. I also have no photo editing software. :( I also don't have a television and dislike being spoiled. *shifty eyes*

... I need to update my ooc icon again.

Fandom High AU Kids family tree - draft

2008-04-27T02:21:20Z

If you're missing a kid, or have a kid you don't have, or there's some other really odd mistake, drop a comment. The only kids on this are the ones who've been active in the past day. I'll post up another version tomorrow night if there's changes to this one. Yes, I'm insane.

Room 412, evening

2008-01-21T00:32:19Z

Marco was doing exactly what he would do on any Sunday...sitting in front of his TV and playing video games by the hour. He had stuffed most of his dirty laundry in a side closet in the small chance A.J. actually remembered his room number and name. He was hopeful. Hence the actual clothing. But mostly, video game playing.

[ooc: Locked, la.]

Now. Marco's world and Fandom evening, 412

2008-01-10T22:57:42Z

After the funeral, Marco became the center of the world’s attention. Everyone wanted to know the full story. After two appearances on Leno, one on Oprah, and a dozen interviews with reporters from around the globe, Eva and Peter put their foot down. When Marco got back from talking to Steven Spielberg about movie ideas, he found himself holding two bags and being shoved through a portal back to school on a planet where he wasn’t the world hero.

With an exaggerated swagger in his step, Marco made his way to his room and was glad to see that it was still a single. The door was open. It was quite possible that he was looking for more people to brag to.

[ooc: Come play with the somewhat arrogant boy!]

Early January - Marco's Universe

2008-01-08T05:33:54Z

Rachel’s funeral was in the middle of the media frenzy. Every single major news station in the world wanted an interview and Marco was more than happy to provide. He had gotten everything he wanted. The Yeerks were no longer a threat, he had his family back, and he was more famous then the President.

The funeral itself was very well attended. To Marco’s shock, General Doubleday had survived and was in attendance. Marco gave a speech, along with Jake and Cassie and Ax. So did the President of the United States. Marco only made three snarky remarks during his speech.

A Ritzy Hotel, Marco's Universe - Night, January 1-2 Fandom Time

2008-01-01T23:33:49Z

Still riding the euphoria, Marco’s explanation to his parents was only to meet up at the hotel the United States government had decided to shell out for. The clerk was too busy gawking at the boy who fought with aliens to realize that he was also the boy who died three months ago.

His mother had hugged him so tightly he was afraid that he may have busted a rib, but he clung on anyways. His father had a small frown on his face, but he waved it away as general worrying.

He wasn’t there when Cassie told Rachel’s mom that her eldest wasn’t coming home. He wasn’t there when Jake’s parents were found and returned no longer Yeerk controlled. He wasn’t there when they found out that their older son was dead and there would never be a body.

It was two am when he woke up, covered in cold sweat. It was two am when the day caught up to him and left him. Violently. It was two am when his mom – not dead, not now, he was the lucky one – came in to the bathroom and held him as he threw up everything he had ever eaten. It was two am when it caught up to him that while Jake had been the one to give the orders, it was his idea. Always had been his idea. It was two am when his brain coolly informed him that all of the deaths, the thousands of deaths, were his fault. It was two am when his mom held and comforted him and reassured him that he had pushed Jake in the right directions.

“They won’t understand.” He meant the other adults, the parents who no longer had children.

“No.” Eva agreed. “But they haven’t lived through what we have.”

“I hate belonging to clubs.” Marco said, still clinging as his mom wiped his hair out of his face.

“Me, too.” Eva said softly. “Me, too.”

By morning, Marco only had a cheerful grin for the world.

Marco's Universe - January 1 Fandom Time

2008-01-01T11:44:40Z

“Wait, let me get this straight. The Taxxons, Taxxons, want to make a deal with us?” Marco puzzled out loud and wondered who the crazy one in the room was. He was betting it wasn’t him.

“Yes, the Taxxons.” Jake replied for the third time.

“Eat-anything-that-stands-still-long-enough Taxxons?” Marco checked.

“No, the puppy cuddling Taxxons.” Jake snapped.

“Okay, you know, when I said crazy suicidal? I did not mean we go in and get eaten before there even is a fight!”

“Not we. You and Cassie are going to get Chapman.”

“…We get to kidnap the Vice-Principal?” Marco asked suddenly gleeful.

Jake didn’t roll his eyes because he simply didn’t do that. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you just say that? I get to kidnap the Vice-Principal!” Marco paused mid glee. “Chapman, not Hades, right?”

“What?”

“Never mind.” Marco didn’t really want to kidnap the Vice-Principal with the blue fire hair.

“And bring Erik King.” Jake said suddenly.

Marco froze. “Chapman’s not leverage against the Yeerks, is he?”

“No.”

Cassie wasn’t speaking to Jake and Marco was more than fine with that. He had managed to shut down the part of his brain that was still capable of emotion and was now acting purely on cold, hard logic. “Where’s Rachel?” Cassie addressed Marco.

“Shoe shopping.” Marco guessed. “Maybe getting a new purse.”

Jake didn’t say anything for a long minute. “Wait here. I’ll be back quickly.” He headed off to “talk” to General Doubleday.

“Why does he get to do the cool part of this plan?” Marco whined. “Rachel gets to go shoe shopping, Jake gets to convince a General to help us out, and I have to morph a stupid Governor.” He paused. “It could have been worse, it could have been Schwarzenegger.”

Cassie snapped out of her thoughts. “The actor?”

Marco blinked. “I didn’t say anything.”

Cassie opened her mouth to say something, but Jake had chosen that moment to return. “It’s all in place.” His eyes met Marco’s. Neither boy could make themselves look at Cassie’s accusing glare.

“They’ll die.”

***

Marco glanced down at the pool of Yeerks. “They’re helpless. Can’t do a single thing to stop us now. Just slugs. But not to them. It’s the perfect distraction.” He wasn’t surprised about how cold his voice sounded. He had suggested sending dozens of people to their deaths as a distraction. What was 17,000 more?

“Flush the pool.” Jake said. The temperature in his voice could have rivaled Marco’s.

< Yes Prince Jake. > Ax wouldn’t have seen anything wrong with what they were doing, Marco realized. And neither did he. Over 17,000 Yeerks were flushed into space within a heart beat.

***

“Erik disabled the engines!” Marco informed Jake.

“What?” Jake looked like he was about to throttle the messenger.

“We betrayed him.” Marco pointed out. He had a feeling he was never going to be warm again.

Jake’s next few comments were appropriate for the situation, but not polite society.

“That’s what I said.”

< Where’s Rachel? > Tobias’s though speak voice was soft. Jake didn’t reply. Marco’s brain was calculating their advantage so that when Tom switched sides one more, he wasn’t even surprised. And when Jake told Rachel to attack, his brain gave its approval.

***

Marco, funny Marco. He hadn’t said a word as Rachel and Tom had fought. He hadn’t said a word as Tom died. He didn’t say a word as Rachel glanced up. He didn’t say a word as she died. Didn’t say a word as Toby came in to ask what to do. He was calculating. Always calculating. Jake began to shut down, so Marco took over.

< It’s okay, Toby. Tell the Yeerks that Jake will be along in a minute. Tell them Visser One is our captive. Tell them we approve of the deal you made. >

< My people may not agree. >

< Yeah? Guess what? This is our planet. Our prisoners. Our victory. If the Andelite high command doesn’t like it they can come and try to take a piece of us. > He wasn’t brave, that was Rachel. He was just doing what had to be done. It wasn’t his cousin who was dead. Not his brother. Not his girlfriend.

< No more killing. >

“What do you mean, no more killing? He’s the one responsible for all this!”

< He’s a prisoner of war, we don’t kill prisoners. Marco? >

< Yeah, Jake? > Marco considered the option of letting Tobias attack the Visser and/or Jake and decided that wouldn’t benefit anything.

< The visser is going to remove himself from this Andelite body he has stolen and inhabited for so long. Find a safe place for him. Watch over him. >

< You got it. > Marco left, ignoring the fight starting behind him. He found a lockable briefcase, a very human artifact stuffed under a control panel. It was filled with chocolate chip cookies. He ate a cookie and held the case open for the slug that was Visser One.

< I could easily cut him in half. >

Marco considered this. “Yeah, well, better not, I guess.”

Ax dropped the slug into the briefcase and Marco closed the lid.

“I guess we won.”

< Yes. >

“Shouldn’t someone be singing ‘God Bless America’?”

***

“Where do we stand?” Jake asked as he arrived, turning towards Marco.

“On this lovely Pool Ship, equipped with one prissy Andelite who thinks we’re Controllers and this is a trap.”

“Perfect. How do we get around this?”

The first time that day that Marco was surprised was when Visser One – now Alloran-Semitur-Corrass – decided to answer that question. The second moment was when he asked Jake for permission to put the arrogant officer back in his place.

The arrogant day officer got replaced by an older, scarred face.

“Big time?”

< Very big time. > Marco was proud that Ax got the bit of slang right.

< Visser, I refuse to - >

Marco had had a very long day. “Hey, Ax-man,” He said brightly. “Is it true the Andelite home world is watching all this? Can I wave to them?” He waved like of the idiots outside the Today show. “Hi, everyone! Howard Stern rules! Yaaah!” Everyone’s attention was on him. Jake was probably trying to figure out what size of straight jacket he needed, but suddenly Marco saw the realization dawn on him. The third moment of surprise was when Alloran very blandly pointed out the trap the Andelite had walked into.

As Jake did the double-speak to the War-Prince, Marco translated in his head. “We know what you want. It’s over. You kill us; your people will turn against you. We’ll give you credit even though you did squat. You going to kill off what your great prince did? Kill his little brother? Guess again, you mean old fart.” Except Jake was more eloquent.

“Next time he gets to be the Governor.” Marco said softly under his breath. Everyone ignored him.

< Who exactly are you? > Asculan asked Jake.

Marco grinned and jerked a thumb at his friend. “This is Jake. Jake Berenson. President of Earth.”

***
Marco stood by Jake’s side, the trusty Lieutenant. He saw Jake’s ears begin to turn red as the Andelite denied him his requests and took over.

“Hey. We’re handing you a Yeerk Pool ship. And by the way, there are another couple of dozen major Yeerk vessels back in orbit around Earth and you can snap them up easy. Thanks to us.”

Denied, denied, denied. Marco’s response was not polite enough for the company and Jake took over again. The negotiations started turning against them and Jake began to give up.

Putting his own tempter in check, he drifted over to Jake. “We give in now, they own us.” The “you idiot” was implied.

Of course that’s when the Andelites decided to handle things their own way and Marco was beginning to loose track of the players and the moves. And mentally nodded when Jake kicked the old Andelite off of their ship. He also totally didn’t jump when Alloran gleed over the fact that he was the one in control of his body once again. Really. He didn’t do a victory dance when the Andelite admitted defeat and promoted Ax to prince and liaison to Earth. He did consider investing in Cinnamon Buns though.

***

“So what now?” Jake wondered and glanced down at the closed brieface in his hand.

Marco grinned.

Looking back, Cassie figured they really shouldn’t have let him decide. But she did admit that landing on the Mall was one of his better ideas.

“Now here’s a shiver-my-spine moment.” Marco commented as a thousand or so cops and reporters and FBI, CIA, and other agents gaped at their shiny spaceship.

As Jake and Ax explained what happened, Marco added in his own, slightly more colorful, explanations. Only Cassie noticed when Tobias flew off.

At the Hork-Bajir reservation

2007-12-30T11:28:01Z

A week after coming home, any excitement Marco had had at getting to see his – alive, not infested – mom and friends had faded. It had been replaced by a feeling of nausea as he began to realize just how bad things had gotten back home. The fact that Rachel’s mother kept glaring at him for no reason that he could see wasn’t adding on to his enjoyment. Nor the fact that he had an idea that was crazy enough that just might work but was turning his stomach inside out.

A passing Hork-Bajir offered him a strip of bark to cheer him up. “Thanks big guy.” He grabbed the bark and saluted as he continued walking around the reserve, the nausea growing. He glanced over at where his mom was arguing with Jake and tossed the bark away. “We’re just kids.” He said almost under his breath but before he had a chance to change his mind, he began to walk towards Jake and ignored the feel of his father’s eyes as he walked.

“Hey man. Can I steal you for a moment?” He grinned at his mom, who smiled back and walked off to talk to …someone. Marco wasn’t really sure, though she did remind him of someone he once knew.

“Is it going to be quick?” Jake asked, his eyes darting around the map he had been reading. Marco tried to figure out when his best friend had gotten so old.

“So how crazy is crazy?” Marco began, grin in place. Suddenly, something clicked. “Is that Tobias’s mom over there?”

“Yes.” Jake frowned at the sudden change in subject. “Are we talking suicidal crazy or using hummus as a weapon crazy?”

“The first one.”

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC welcome, TBC, FBI, NPR, void if prohibited.]

In the Town Hall

2007-11-15T19:09:30Z

Marco had been dozing for most of the night, interrupted only by the coughing of his neighbors. By morning, he had fallen asleep. Which is when the dreams began.

Jake stood on the deck of a boat in a new Galaxy Quest uniform. "Full steam ahead!"

"Arr, cap'n." Rachel said, fixed the parrot on her shoulder and waved her sparkly wand.

"Hey, Xena, I think you nabbed the wrong costume." Marco asked her.

"A mirror be just that, a mirror." Rachel replied. "Arr."

"What if there's roses on the back?" Marco asked.

"Then it's a pathway." A red-tailed hawk replied as the ship lifted off of the water and began to speed towards the stars.

"What's with all the cryptic talk?" Marco wondered.

"There was a sale for crystals and Tarot cards at the Kwiki shop." Cassie explained, looking shockingly normal if you ignored the huge butterfly wings.

"Thirty percent off, thirty percent off!" Rachel's parrot squawked. "Don't forget, thirty percent off!"

"Bogey, three o'clock." Jake interrupted the parrot as two Bug Fighters headed for their ship. "Fire!"

"...With what?" Marco puzzled.

Cassie fired a gun out of which shot out a flag with the word BANG written on it. One of the Bug Fighters exploded.

"...That works."

The other Bug Fighter swooped over the ship and deposited Visser Three in his human guise on board.

"I bear a great message from the stars..." He began and pulled on Dark Helmet's helmet. "Duke...I am your mother."

Marco glanced around and suddenly realized that he was the only on board. "Nah, my mom was Visser One." He corrected.

"You mock me?! No one mocks Dark Helmet! I shall unleash my ultimate weapon! Behold!" And suddenly there was a naked except for a pair of boxers with Golden Snitches ~~or it's meta version~~ Visser Three standing on board the ship.

Marco screamed and woke up. "Ugh."

[ooc: ...I've got nothing. Including sanity, apparently.],

Fourth Floor Corridor

2007-07-14T20:08:41Z

A slightly terrified and covered in blood poodle ran through the hallways of the school. It screeched to a halt outside of room 412 and realized it had a small problem. Well, big problem seeing as how it had no thumbs or keys and a locked door. So there was a small, yipping, very unhappy poodle outside of room 412.

[ooc: Open if you wanna stare at the yipping poodle!]

OOC: Availabilty

2007-06-15T03:18:11Z

So as most people know, I'm at my parents house which means two things: allergies and crazy internet. Allergies make me stuffy and wacky (er, wackier than usual) and allergy medication makes me either hyper or brain dead. On top of that, our internet has two settings: uber-fast and not working at all. The two change every five minutes. On Friday nights, the internet speed falls to "none existent". This will be continuing until August. *crawls under a rock*

So. I am around. Marco is around. However, if I suddenly vanish for anywhere between fifty minutes to five hours between pings, you know why. And if Marco suddenly sprouts wings and starts singing opera, you also know why.

Fourth Floor Hallway - late at night

2007-05-11T06:02:04Z

Marco was walking along the fourth floor hallway. In the middle of the night. Personal reasons. Just as he was about to leave the floor, he found himself suddenly unable to move. Two minutes later, there was a soda vending machine. Any student who tried to use it would find that it unwilling to accept money and spit out drinks. Any students attempting to move it would find it unwilling to be moved. Kicking it would get not results either. All in all, it wasn't a very useful vending machine.

[ooc: The vending machine is 100% moddable and 100% kickable. Marco will return to Marco form when I get home. Credit for the idea goes to sith_happened.

Glitter flags!

2007-04-25T00:36:30Z

So I've been kinda nuts the past few days and decided to make...glitter flags.

John/Aeryn, Jaye/Jarod, John/Zoe, Veronica/Cam and Bridge/Xander.

I'm taking requests in the form "A/B, their love is _____" and suggestions of pictures. Please note that these are all made on paint in about five/ten minutes so don't expect great works of art. I'll link back here to any more that get made.

And now? I stop spamming your flists. *nod*