Cloud no. 9
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, James and David went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and James hit David in his cock with a big brooding iceball. It hurt a lot, but James kissed it deeply and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really tall snow man!" James said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" David said. "That would be more journalistic and politically correct."
"I know," James said. "We can make a snow shark. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up huskily and made an odd snow shark. James put on a table for the leg. The shark was almost as big as David.
"It looks dark," James said quietly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," David said and held up an english cupboard. "I found this on a desk." He put the cupboard onto the shark's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the shark, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a pile of cheese waiting to be eaten.
David screamed stormily and ran but the snow shark chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow shark shoved him oddly.
"Nobody does that to my little Hilarious Ladder," James screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow shark through the hair. It fell down and James kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" David said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The cupboard lay in the yard until a libdem child picked it up and took it home.
generator-inputter!anon actually had to stop to breathe during this. an english cupboard and move and growl like a pile of cheese waiting to be eaten has to be a personal favourite.
OH GOD. WHAT HAVE YOU BEGUN OP?
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I agree with your mild horror, though. I'd forgotten how addictive the generator is! (It just produced the line 'Nobody does that to my little Cross-dressing Budget Folder!' The mind boggles...)
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