OH GOD WAT: a collaboration (possibly not brain-safe)

[unamaga]

Um, so, this latest bit of lunacy has a story behind it, I promise. See, I grabbed unaccompanied_g for artword this month, and we were emailing back and forth with story/art links - all very innocent - and then suddenly John was wearing lederhosen in my inbox and I was sputtering iced tea all over myself. Obviously I had to fight back. And 'fighting back' in my book apparently means giving Rodney braids. Officially, we blame too much sugar and not enough sleep, but unofficially - yeah, I'm not sure either.

unaccompanied_g: Oh my god. Oh my GOD. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. *TEAR* (...He looks so WISTFUL.)
unamaga: HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE HIS LITTLE JAUNTY CAP IS.
unaccompanied_g: HE IS SO SAD WITHOUT IT.
unamaga: ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, HIS BOOBS LOOK AWESOME.



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Ayup. Rise and shine, all.

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[devikun.livejournal.com]

That's it, you guys. GO TO YOUR ROOMS.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*tail between legs*

[unaccompanied-g.livejournal.com]

:(

[devikun.livejournal.com]

lol.

Well, okay, you don't have to go to your rooms after all. Just as long as you understand how Rodney in breasts and blonde, blonde pigtails and oh my god a bustier please make it stop, Mommy! is going to mean therapy for several years to come...