Hi-Jack: Prompt-a-thon is on!
Due to the positive feddback on the suggestion post, letś do this!
You give me a prompt. I´ll write you one, but in turn the next person will ask a drabble from you and you will write it. The next person will request a drabble from that person.....and so on and so forth.
So, B gets a drabble from A, C gets a drabble from B, D gets a drabble from C ( Read more... )
You give me a prompt. I´ll write you one, but in turn the next person will ask a drabble from you and you will write it. The next person will request a drabble from that person.....and so on and so forth.
So, B gets a drabble from A, C gets a drabble from B, D gets a drabble from C ( Read more... )
James Jesse or, as he preferred to be know when he was sporting his stylish striped trousers, the Trickster, was well aware that he came off as being a few bananas short of a split. Well, when he was feeling down enough to actually take his meds he was aware of it. But this was just...WRONG. And not wrong like wearing white after labour day wrong either, WRONG like Tall, Dark and Brooding and that Psycho clown from Gotham declaring their undying love and intention to adopt children from a third world country WRONG. Well, ok, he got that speed powers were sort of like personifying lightning. Sort of. And that sonic based powers were thunder-esque. And he was willing to acknowledge that lightning and thunder were a classic combination. (A WINNING combination). And that those goody-goodies in League were all about 'owning your actions' and 'taking responsibility for your mistakes to earn a second chance'. But Piper was one of them dammit! Sure the music man was a little more sugar and spice than Captain Couldn’t Care Less About Your Opinion We’re Doing This My Way and the rest but that didn't mean he needed to ditch the Rogues for the Just-Us League did it? Furthermore...
"Trickster!"
"Yes Oh Captain my Captain?"
"Look I realize you're feeling down over the whole Piper thing. But do think you could stop monologuing out loud with those bloody hand puppets so I can plan our next heist?"
*Deep, aggrieved sigh*
"Nobody gets me."
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second dcau fic ever!
we need moar of it!
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I can haz another prompt?
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"It´s tough to be a god"
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(just a piece of advice....try to format ext time. It´s just ongoing text without paragraph and that makes it hard to focus on the story)
prompt me?
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Prompt: "Good morning sweetheart."
But only if you want.
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"Good morning sweetheart!"
"Go. Away. Trickster."
JJ pouted. "Gee, why so grumpy, you old grouch?" With a smile as radiant as the sun, he leaned over the Piper-pillar and looked sightly confused.
"It´s 9am on a sunday, James."
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"Aaaaaaand what´s that supposed to mean?"
Piper groaned. "Normal people like to sleep at that time."
"First, by all means, normal isn´t what I´d use to describe two somewhat ex-supervillains and second, it is a glorious day, the sun is shining and when I say you get up, you get up!"
Muffled groans were Piper´s reply as he proceeded to wrap himslef in his blankets.
He should have known what was coming for him.
*splash*
Two minutes later Piper was completely drenched with cheery sirup, and him and his new rat army chased James through the house and all the way to the Flash museum where they were stopped by a very amused Impulse.
"Do you guys always run around in underwear that has the same pattern as your costumes?"
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Prompt me again?
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I like to believe that he has better manners than that^^
ooooh,prompt.....ummmm....
"Marshmallow"
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It was a starry night in a secluded forest area several miles outside of Keystone City. "As much as it pains me to admit it this whole camping thing is actually sort of...pleasant. Maybe letting you pick the activity wasn't our biggest mistake since letting Beast Boy onto the team," Raven deadpanned.
"Well thanks Goth Girl. I believe that's my cue to say 'I told you so'." There was a pause. "I TOLD YOU SO!" Kid Flash resumed at lightening speed and tripled volume.
Simultaneously Beast Boy bellowed " Dude! I totally resemble that remark....I mean resent! I resent that!"
The Titans laughed. They had defeated the Brotherhood of Evil, expanded their ranks and consequently decided to take advantage in the lull in Criminal Activity in Jump City to get away and do a little quality team bonding. Kid Flash had invited himself along.
"I too am enjoying the Earth custom of 'the camping'. Shall we partake in the singing along now?" Starfire inquired.
"Might we offer a suggestion?" asked a bemused voice from the darkness beyond the glowing circle of the campfire.
"You really shouldn't have a campfire sing along without smores," added a second voice, considerably oilier than the first.
"Please, what are 'Smores'?" Starfire asked.
"Show yourselves!" Robin demanded as the other Titans dropped into their ass kicking poses.
"And to that I say...EAT MARSHMALLOWS AND DIE JUNIOR JUSTICE!!!" the oily voice shot back as the Titans found themselves being pelted with round after round of gooey partially melted jumbo marshmallows at speeds that rivaled Kid Flash's.
"This is so totally not cool!" Cyborg bit out as he attempted to remove a wad of marshmallow from his arm blaster.
"I do not like these 'smores'!" Starfire's eyes began to well up as she extracted several strings of the stuff from her hair.
" This is your city Kid Flash. Any ideas about who we're dealing with?" Robin broke in over his teammates complaints.
"I can make an educated guess," the speedster replied, "TRICKSTEEEEEER!!!"
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Very good!
Prompt me?
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Prompt:If looks could kill...
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The day had started out pretty sweet for him...literally. Nothing better than crunchy cereal, cocoa, peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate bars for breakfast. Then visiting Gambi for a pleasant chat and advice on possible modifications to his costume.
Loading a water gun with Jell-O and firing at the Batman - unwise decison. But what was Big Bat doing in Central City anyway? It was clearly his fault and not Trickster´s ...right?
Man, even Flash threw pitiful looks in his direction.
Maybe all these stories about the shadow demon feeding on criminals´ blood were true...
Trickster managed to utter "Please don´t eat me" before a well-aimed batarang took him out.
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Prompt?
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...I´m so stealing this for my Gambi essay
Prompt?
Highschool all over again
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