Thanks, Plei. I was feeling that the expletive was a bit much first thing in the AM, but it is Munch...

Thanks, Plei. I was feeling that the expletive was a bit much first thing in the AM, but it is Munch...

'Xactly!

It could inspire dark fic very well... makes me want to write one, anyway.

I'd include the words to the carol, and a link to the music online, if I could find it, and then say something like:

The Coventry Carol commemorates the murders of all the babies in Bethlehem when Herod attempted to kill the messiah and subvert the prophecy.

and then tell them how many words and what kind of fic you were looking for... something about exploring the demons in relation to the song. blah blah.. I dunno, something like that.

Writing him is quite simple, really. 1. Think of the thing that that would be the worst thing ever(in the situation) to say...most thoughtless, tackiest...grandma would be horrified. 2. Say it anyway. Or maybe that's just me. 3. Add cursing and "babe," to taste. Cause you're not writing for Montel Williams.

You write him better than I ever could, Erika. He's the epitome of munchness in your hands.

That's because we have the same evil thoughts....a lot of the time.(more of mine are about men, but) I just have to go pretend to be a civilized person sometimes, which he could give a shit about. My superego either saves me from a lot of stuff or holds me back severely...I'm not sure which. And there's the whole gender thing...letting the guy talk first, all that.That is a whole ball of wax altogether, am I right babe? Entirely unwanted, predominantly unconscious, and yet...there it is. I hesitate to call it a conspiracy, but it is a marvel of conditioning.

I could be getting Francis Drake's sloppy seconds, generations removed.

BWAH!

My people were swathed in Europe.

Oh, dear Lord. I so obviously married the right woman on the internet.

DAMN, erika.

(inarticulate, uncool, UnMunchly squeeing) Also, having unfortunate visual of Munch with Darla going through those dusty books that they love on Buffy and Angel, going "was he better than me? How about him? Seriously, you can tell me."

Oh, that's just too funny. Erika, I love you. If I could marry you too, I would. However, considering that every relationship I've had that lasted longer than 3 months has resulted in me being knocked up, I don't think so. I'll just worship from afar.

Thanks! I think I'll pass on impregnating you, too. But the thought's nice...