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[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

Summary of Anthy's Monster Thread:

Yall. This thread near abouts killed me. Not to mention the summary.

Our story begins with Anthy torturing an apple with thorns. Hob comes over and snarks at her. Lyra comes over and gives her the patented Lyra Silvertongue Apple Spiel. They get snuggly. There is slash. Lyra asks who frightens Anthy, and Anthy freaks out and disappears.

In another continuum, Hob and Anthy continue snarking. Anthy asks Hob to tell her a story. Hob tells a long sad story about London during the Blitz. Hob and Anthy agree that life sucks and quote Edna St. Vincent Millay at each other. Anthy provokes Hob on the topic of Paul, and there is shouting. They coldly ignore each other and then have a war of wills which ends in Hob's chair tipping over under very mysterious circumstances *cough*Anthy*cough*. Hob is embarassed. Anthy is concerned. Hob falls over again. It is almost slapstick. Akane takes glass out of Hob's hand. Anthy coolly lies about the TRUE cause of the incident.

Paul makes a truly horrifying appearance dressed as a lisping little boy. He is utterly, obnoxiously petulant at Hob. Hob makes an offhand comment about killing cats and Paul freaks out. Once they have both calmed down, Hob offers to get Paul a cat, or one for himself if Paul doesn't like the idea. Paul acts jealous of the proposed Hob cat. A deal is struck that involves Paul being a bit nicer and the possibility of a cat.

At some point HAL appears and offers Chuchu (who he mistakes for Dr. Chandra) some espresso. It is unspeakably hilarious.

Akane and Anthy have an interesting conversation about dreams. Anthy is sad. Ish. Anthy mentions she has a greenhouse now, which makes Hob's puppeteer rather nervous about the fate of the resident angels.

In another continuum, Paul and Anthy discuss Paul's disturbing sudden childishness and whether or not they should play hangman with an actual hanged man. Anthy cracks my shit up. A disturbing conversation about children and adults convinces Paul to grow up. Anthy makes a comment that causes Hob-mun to spit out her tea.

Sob stories? Snarky comments? Shaggy dog jokes? Add 'em below.

Seriously, I love everyone involved in this thread dearly. So dearly.

Comments

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Akane's puppeteer now lives in fear for the poor angels. *looks for places to hide them*

Also, Hob is oh so brilliant. *loffs Hob very very much*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

This (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/156308.html?thread=5091220#t5091220) killed me. Utterly dead.

*points at icon*

Nylarthotep is Lovecraft's version of the dream god.

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Yep, that's exactly who he is. A distinctly creepy version of the dream god, too.

Here's the Cthulhu Lexicon's defintion of Nyarlathotep.

Nyarlathotep. (Pronounced either ni-ar-lat-ho-tep or nyar-lat-ho-tep). The messenger of the Great Old Ones, also named, among other things, the Black Man. Nyarlathotep is considered an Outer God. The Haunter of the Dark is an avatar of Nyarlathotep. Nyarlathotep is the messenger of Azathoth and the one member of the Mythos who deals on a personal level with human beings in general. He is described, in his human form at least, as being of the old native blood of Egypt and looking like a Pharaoh. Wherever he visits, rest vanishes and the wails of nightmares untold echoes through the streets. Nyarlathotep is especially fond of technology and psychology.

Nyarlathotep appears in many disguises, but as stated earlier, the one constant is his bond with Azathoth, the Idiot God. He is described as the very soul of "gigantic, tenebrous, ultimate gods – the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles" which make up the Mythos. As such, his evil is absolute, for he is not only the servant of these creatures, but their very consciousness.

Nyarlathotep has appeared through the range of time, from ancient Egypt where he instructed Nephren-Ka in the arts of the darkest magic, up until modern day, where one might find him traveling and spreading his terror where any will listen.

One of his most notable sightings occurs in Arkham, Massachusetts in 1928 along with the spirit of Keziah Mason. The two creatures, along with Keziah's familiar, Brown Jenkins, went to work to bring Walter Gilman into their fold by making him sign the Black Book in the presence of Azathoth. It was by pure will that Gilman was able to resist.

Walter Gilman describes him as "a tall, lean man of dead black coloration without the slightest sign of Negroid features, wholly devoid of either hair or beard, and wearing as his only garment a shapeless robe of some heavy black fabric. His feet were indistinguishable because of table and bench, but he must have been shod, since there was a clicking whenever he changed positions. The man did not speak, and bore no trace of expression on his small, regular features."

(You know, aside from the colouration of skin and the fact that he has hair, that sounds an awful lot like Morpheus--black hair, eyes that are the dead black of space with one star in each one's depths, black robes, habitual silence, little to no facial expression...)

[lyra_silver]

Brilliance, y'all. Brilliance.

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

I totally didn't realize he was the dream god at all. I was looking for something that would be especially nasty if dragged in by the cursed-artifact-carrying cat, and flashed back to "Shoggoth's Old Peculiar." "The black king of the ancients who shall come in the night from the east and you shall not know him, you mean?"

I probably misquoted that, but my copy's at the bottom of a trunk right now and can't be dug out. *g*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

Awwww. Hob senses your love from afar, desperately clings to it, then throws it back in your face with a sneer and climbs under a table to cry. *g*

I, however, appreciate it. But don't hide the angels! Anthy needs them for her garden! *is so tempted to break out in a "Secret Garden" medley*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

You're part of it, lil miss Anthy-seductress. XD

*sits on pile of angel corpses, looks innocent*

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

I will never get tired of watching poor snarky Hob try to deal with Paul and Anthy as if they are sane.

That whole thing so cracktastically fun. *loves on fellow threaders*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

I'm very suspicious about his tendency to go for the ones who're totally loco. Really, however, it's a question I'm afraid to answer. We'll assume he just wants to save their souls. Insert your own missionary joke here. No, really. Feel free.

Anthyyyyy... how many times do I have to tell you? We DON'T KILL GOD'S LITTLE ANGELS. They don't like it when you do that, and it makes the Baby Jesus cry.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*tragically, is chortling too hard to insert any jokes*

Oh, and I didn't kill God's little angels. Only the ones who'd make a lot of fertilizer. *halo*

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*stern look*

Oh, wait... what's that I hear? *cups hand to ear*

It's THE BABY JESUS CRYING. I don't think he believes you. You'd better put those angels back before the ineffable tear ducts in his little eyes dry out.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*offers the Baby Jesus a lollipop*

*has sudden mental image of little!Paul as the Baby Jesus*

...

*is traumatized*

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

Mistress Anthy, quite the panthy,
How does your garden grow?
Far too hot, she cried, see my rose has died,
Dig it up, and out you go.

Anthy: Come to my garden,
Nestled in the hills stars.
There I'll keep you safe beside me.

Come to my garden.
Rest there in my arms.
There I'll see you
Safely grown gone and on your way.

Stay there in the garden,
Where love grows free and wild.
Come to my garden.
Come, sweet child angel(pronounced eh-n-jal).

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

(the first bit sung by horrifyingchild!Paul, of course)

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

*shakes head sadly*

Another sweet childhood memory, pawned to Milliway's soulless cause. DEAR LORD PEOPLE, WHERE WILL IT END?

[bobby-gadling.livejournal.com]

Um, yeah, hi, I'm Artemisia, and this is Shati, and we'd just like everyone to know that WE'RE GOING TO HELL.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

"In this aspect of" said Neil Gaiman, more than implying that there are more facets to Dream than merely what humanity sees.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

That is so creepy. *worships*

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Awww! He'd be so cuuuute!

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Hee! Just goes to show that Hob has Dream on the brain.

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Blame not me, I only changed about five words. It is lovingly creepy all by itself!

*takes your worship and hordes it*

[a-tendo.livejournal.com]

*snickers* And don't you think I don't enjoy it! The destruction of sweet, innocent memories is just -so good :p