Re: there goes my drabble virginity D:java_mintApril 25 2010, 05:51:26 UTC
How To Train your NOT Deal with a Horny Dragon.
It was just his luck that he'd find himself lost in the Forbidden Forest™.
Well, of course! All the forests in the world and he manages to stumble into the only one in the WHOLE damn continent that's forbidden. What with the evil, dangerous creatures and magical beings that make it their home. All of whom seemed to follow the same motto of 'Kill on sight, then eat it'.
"Why couldn't I get lost in the Forest of Happiness™?" Zechs muttered, nearly tripping over an ominous looking log.
4 hours lost in the dark woods and he barely escaped the clutches of a screeching banshee, a murderous elf and an extremely territorial Gnome who kicked really, really hard. Zechs rubbed his shins as he remembered the little bugger.
But, unfortunately, his luck was in no way going to get better. It was after he climbed down a steep bank that he found himself facing the worst thing he could imagine.
"Oh... balls."
The dragons head alone was nearly the same size of his own tall, lanky frame. The large yellow eyes, which where bigger than his fists, were glaring at him in a very unnerving way. The creature had to be about the size of a two story house, really. And Zechs could only curse his luck (or stupidity) for not noticing the beast miles away. Seriously. It was bright red! In a gray forest. Jeez.
"N-Nice dragon!" Zechs slowly tried to shuffle backwards. Only to stop when a flash of teeth and a loud, rumbling growl followed his movement. It was about then that he figured the best course of action would be to stand perfectly still. A good idea, that became extremely difficult to maintain once he realized that the thing was now sniffing him.
"Oh god... please don't let me smell appetizing." Zechs murmured nervously. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the beast still and roll it's eyes up to meet his gaze. His heart definitely stopped when he saw one of it's large claws reach towards him and swipe-
Only ripping the front of his shirt, exposing his chest.
Zechs released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh go-OHMYGOD!" A large, hot tongue licked him from chest to face and Zechs found himself on ground with a dragon's head nuzzling his crotch and purring. And damn, if Zechs ever doubted such a thing as a Dragon with 'bedroom eyes', he never would now.
"You're not...Oh..Oh no, NO NO!" Was all Zechs was able to get out before his leg was gently grabbed between sharp teeth and he was dragged off deeper into the woods. He lost his pants somewhere along the way as his screams faded off into the distance.
In the Forbidden Forest™, no one can hear Zechs scream.
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K, that was lame, but I tried. And OOC!Crack ZECHS FTW! Sorry, I'm super slow at writing these. >_>;
Trowa Barton. Preventer Agent by day. At night, International Super Clown McGiggles Honky-Shoes.
Re: there goes my drabble virginity D:hostilecrayonApril 25 2010, 07:00:20 UTC
THE LAUGHING MAKES EVERYTHING HURT.
I now love/hate you for making it HURT. HURT SO GOOD.
The Shady Agent Lifestyle
Trowa finished up another long day at the office saving the world from crime and making sure his paperwork was in order. As was usual, one of his co-workers - this time, Ked - stopped him just as he got his jacket on.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Keb leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed just like each of the times before.
"Same as usual," Trowa replied casually.
"And that would be?"
"Changing into something more comfortable and relaxing."
Keb stood up straight, shaking his head. "Why are you so evasive? No one here knows anything about you."
Trowa raised one eyebrow in rebuke. "We're agents. The less people know about us, the safer we are."
Keb sighed, but backed off, muttering about hot-shot high security agents and their shady lifestyles.
Trowa just smirked, touching the over-sized shoes that he bought at the Honky-Tonk Bar through his bag and thinking about the long flight to London. He'd have to speed to be on time, but it was worth it.
From nine to five, he saved the world from the criminals in it. At night, he saved the world with laughter.
Trowa Barton. Preventer Agent by day. At night, International Super Clown McGiggles Honky-Shoes.
Oh, I die so many deaths at this. SO MANY.
*Wants to be epic, too*
Duo Maxwell. Salvage man by day. At night, Love Hotel Accommodations Expert Specialist. For an extra fee, he'll even review the 'usability' of the facilities - which lead to the disastrous event that Heero refuses to refer to as anything but the 'Miscalculated Trajectories Mishap'.
Re: there goes my drabble virginity D:java_mintApril 25 2010, 07:16:33 UTC
And crack!art would be epic! I'd join in a heart beat, I've got TONS of crack!prompts in me. XD Alas, I use to have a GW_Crack community years ago but I shut it down due to lack of interest. :(
Re: there goes my drabble virginity D:hostilecrayonApril 25 2010, 20:42:45 UTC
AGREED.
Maybe He Should Have Bought Daisies
Quatre was finally ready. He had finally worked through the worst of the nervousness, pressed and cleaned his best suit - he'd even brought lilies, something he'd seen Trowa buy before.
He was standing on Trowa's porch, working up the last bit of nerve to actually ring the doorbell, when he saw it. It looked... like Trowa. In his old clown uniform... only much MUCH more extravagant.
Staring stupidly, his thoughts of romance temporarily forgotten, he watched as Trowa poured a liberal amount of water into a pouch that connected to the absurdly large flower perched on his chest.
Trowa smiled softly before disappearing out the back door of his house.
There was only one thing to do - Call Duo.
Breaking and entering was his specialty, after all.
YOUR TURN. McGiggles Honky-Shoes must live FOREVAR. <3
Re: there goes my drabble virginity D:java_mintApril 25 2010, 21:23:57 UTC
And So Enters Mime Master Maxwell
It was the call from Quatre that tipped him off.
The signs were clear, now that he took the time to really think about it. How could he have overlooked something so obvious?
Of course, Trowa Barton was none other than the infamous Super Clown McGiggles Honkey-shoes. He was the master of espionage, a pro at wearing any disguise he so chose, a natural chameleon. And a clown mask was what he chose to wear now. A mask he wore like a second skin.
A mistake on Trowa's part. One that he, himself, was going to rectify.
He double checked his make-up in the mirror, straightened out his black and white striped sleeves and secured the little black beret more firmly on the top of his head.
A small part of him felt a little bit guilty for the fib he told Quatre after his quick reconnaissance of Bartons home earlier in the week. He kept the information he discovered to himself, telling the love-struck blond that he was probably just imagining things. Whether or not the guy would believe him was unimportant. The only important thing now was the score he had to settle with McGiggles. Man to Man-
Mime to Clown.
There wasn't room in this world for both an International Super Mime AND an International Super Clown.
Duo zipped up his imaginary bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder, sagging a bit under the non-existent weight. He smiled, waved to himself in the mirror and exited an invisible door.
The clown was going to regret stealing his thunder.
The clown was going down.
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*le gasp* Oh noes! What shall become of McGiggles!? D:
It was just his luck that he'd find himself lost in the Forbidden Forest™.
Well, of course! All the forests in the world and he manages to stumble into the only one in the WHOLE damn continent that's forbidden. What with the evil, dangerous creatures and magical beings that make it their home. All of whom seemed to follow the same motto of 'Kill on sight, then eat it'.
"Why couldn't I get lost in the Forest of Happiness™?" Zechs muttered, nearly tripping over an ominous looking log.
4 hours lost in the dark woods and he barely escaped the clutches of a screeching banshee, a murderous elf and an extremely territorial Gnome who kicked really, really hard. Zechs rubbed his shins as he remembered the little bugger.
But, unfortunately, his luck was in no way going to get better. It was after he climbed down a steep bank that he found himself facing the worst thing he could imagine.
"Oh... balls."
The dragons head alone was nearly the same size of his own tall, lanky frame. The large yellow eyes, which where bigger than his fists, were glaring at him in a very unnerving way. The creature had to be about the size of a two story house, really. And Zechs could only curse his luck (or stupidity) for not noticing the beast miles away. Seriously. It was bright red! In a gray forest. Jeez.
"N-Nice dragon!" Zechs slowly tried to shuffle backwards. Only to stop when a flash of teeth and a loud, rumbling growl followed his movement. It was about then that he figured the best course of action would be to stand perfectly still. A good idea, that became extremely difficult to maintain once he realized that the thing was now sniffing him.
"Oh god... please don't let me smell appetizing." Zechs murmured nervously. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the beast still and roll it's eyes up to meet his gaze. His heart definitely stopped when he saw one of it's large claws reach towards him and swipe-
Only ripping the front of his shirt, exposing his chest.
Zechs released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh go-OHMYGOD!" A large, hot tongue licked him from chest to face and Zechs found himself on ground with a dragon's head nuzzling his crotch and purring. And damn, if Zechs ever doubted such a thing as a Dragon with 'bedroom eyes', he never would now.
"You're not...Oh..Oh no, NO NO!" Was all Zechs was able to get out before his leg was gently grabbed between sharp teeth and he was dragged off deeper into the woods. He lost his pants somewhere along the way as his screams faded off into the distance.
In the Forbidden Forest™, no one can hear Zechs scream.
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K, that was lame, but I tried. And OOC!Crack ZECHS FTW! Sorry, I'm super slow at writing these. >_>;
Trowa Barton. Preventer Agent by day. At night, International Super Clown McGiggles Honky-Shoes.
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Your prompts... You have no idea how amazing you are at this game. XD
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Zechs didn't need them pants, anyway. *looks at prompt and dies laughing again* X.X D
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I now love/hate you for making it HURT. HURT SO GOOD.
The Shady Agent Lifestyle
Trowa finished up another long day at the office saving the world from crime and making sure his paperwork was in order. As was usual, one of his co-workers - this time, Ked - stopped him just as he got his jacket on.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Keb leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed just like each of the times before.
"Same as usual," Trowa replied casually.
"And that would be?"
"Changing into something more comfortable and relaxing."
Keb stood up straight, shaking his head. "Why are you so evasive? No one here knows anything about you."
Trowa raised one eyebrow in rebuke. "We're agents. The less people know about us, the safer we are."
Keb sighed, but backed off, muttering about hot-shot high security agents and their shady lifestyles.
Trowa just smirked, touching the over-sized shoes that he bought at the Honky-Tonk Bar through his bag and thinking about the long flight to London. He'd have to speed to be on time, but it was worth it.
From nine to five, he saved the world from the criminals in it. At night, he saved the world with laughter.
Trowa Barton. Preventer Agent by day. At night, International Super Clown McGiggles Honky-Shoes.
Oh, I die so many deaths at this. SO MANY.
*Wants to be epic, too*
Duo Maxwell. Salvage man by day. At night, Love Hotel Accommodations Expert Specialist. For an extra fee, he'll even review the 'usability' of the facilities - which lead to the disastrous event that Heero refuses to refer to as anything but the 'Miscalculated Trajectories Mishap'.
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Crack!fic drabble wars FTW!
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Since our crack!fic is so CRAZY. <3
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& International Super Clown McGiggles Honky-Shoes needs his own universe.
Just saying.
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Maybe He Should Have Bought Daisies
Quatre was finally ready. He had finally worked through the worst of the nervousness, pressed and cleaned his best suit - he'd even brought lilies, something he'd seen Trowa buy before.
He was standing on Trowa's porch, working up the last bit of nerve to actually ring the doorbell, when he saw it. It looked... like Trowa. In his old clown uniform... only much MUCH more extravagant.
Staring stupidly, his thoughts of romance temporarily forgotten, he watched as Trowa poured a liberal amount of water into a pouch that connected to the absurdly large flower perched on his chest.
Trowa smiled softly before disappearing out the back door of his house.
There was only one thing to do - Call Duo.
Breaking and entering was his specialty, after all.
YOUR TURN. McGiggles Honky-Shoes must live FOREVAR. <3
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It was the call from Quatre that tipped him off.
The signs were clear, now that he took the time to really think about it. How could he have overlooked something so obvious?
Of course, Trowa Barton was none other than the infamous Super Clown McGiggles Honkey-shoes. He was the master of espionage, a pro at wearing any disguise he so chose, a natural chameleon. And a clown mask was what he chose to wear now. A mask he wore like a second skin.
A mistake on Trowa's part. One that he, himself, was going to rectify.
He double checked his make-up in the mirror, straightened out his black and white striped sleeves and secured the little black beret more firmly on the top of his head.
A small part of him felt a little bit guilty for the fib he told Quatre after his quick reconnaissance of Bartons home earlier in the week. He kept the information he discovered to himself, telling the love-struck blond that he was probably just imagining things. Whether or not the guy would believe him was unimportant. The only important thing now was the score he had to settle with McGiggles. Man to Man-
Mime to Clown.
There wasn't room in this world for both an International Super Mime AND an International Super Clown.
Duo zipped up his imaginary bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder, sagging a bit under the non-existent weight. He smiled, waved to himself in the mirror and exited an invisible door.
The clown was going to regret stealing his thunder.
The clown was going down.
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*le gasp* Oh noes! What shall become of McGiggles!? D:
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*Falls down, literally*
Thank god I didn't fall on the laptop - it's not mine! XD
WIN.
*Gets to work* Bwahaha!
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