Doubleyoo Tee Eff, Mate

So, the latest installment of AoH is set in Russia, and I was doing some Googlage to see if the gang I had my heroes fighting fit any of the myths. Half of them don't, but bugger them. One of them I made half domovoi, and another one I thought, Hey, she could be a veela. Are veelas real?. So I set out to google.

Most of what I got was HP-related, including a lot of bad fanfiction, but I was able to discern that veelas are, in fact, based on a real myth.

And then I came across THIS. Warning: This is a vulva puppet.

Yes, you read that correctly. Vulva puppet.

So I did the only sensible thing and showed it to Telly, and we gawked together.

( More on vulva puppets, and the Vampy and Telly Show, under the cut. You know you want to click. )

Kittens: A Comedy

George: Hey, you. Petty Human. My litter pan is too filty to crap in. Clean it.
Expressed as: Meeeep! Meee-eep! Mew.
Me: Am writing Age of Heroes. Maybe later.
George: Then I will crap in your room!
Me: Ah! But the door to my room is guarded by fifty men.
George: Really?
Me: No. A doorknob.
George: Hmm. A doorknob. What are our liabilities?
Miss Bailey: Well, we don't have opposable thumbs.
George. Dammit. And our assets?
Miss Bailey: My strength, and your brains. And that bug over there's sword. If it has a sword.
George: We're doomed!
Miss Bailey: Yeah, I know, because you totally don't have a brain.
Me: All right, fine, I'll clean your damned litter pan.

In related news (see second line), I am searching for someone(s) to help me edit Age of Heroes with a chainsaw tomorrow. It was supposed to be seven pages, I think. It's currently at twelve, single-spaced, and I'm not quite done. I don't think I'll get in trouble if it's longer, but almost four times longer is starting to push it a little.