a bad case of the drabbles...
they wouldn't leave me alone...
drabble: WTF Teenage Mutant WHAT!?!
Something was different... Something was very different. What was that hitting his leg? He grabbed it.
"Owww!" Naruto howled as he opened his eyes to stare at what he grabbed.
A tail, a fucking tail! He grabbed a tail! And apparently it was his. He grabbed his tail and he grabbed it hard. It hurt! Whining, he gently petted his tail to sooth it.
"Whoa, foxy-dude! You're up!"
"Huh!" Sapphire eyes looked up and saw green... No WAY! He was dreaming. Yes, he was dreaming. There was no way he was seeing a talking turtle man....
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drabble: Kit Orion
fandom(s): harry potter/swat kats: radical squad
a/n: well harry been transported to swat kats' universe. and is a cat. i have a teaser/drabble beginning this little venture. but i changed harry alittle... (i can't remember what color fur i gave him... *snickers* eh, probably meant to change it anyways) also, harry is called Kit Orion, cause why would you call a cat harry...
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When Chance Furlong first laid eyes on Kit Orion, he didn't think he'd falling for the gray short hair. The first time they met, he found himself getting lost in the smaller male's green, green eyes. Those eyes would make emerald and jade gems jealous with their glow.
The day he met Kit was hot and dry day. Nothing was happening that day. No criminals were out causing havok in the city. It was too hot for that. But a honest cat still had work to do. Yet, it was a slow day.
Jake was inside the garage's office, while Chance was finishing up on an oil change. Hearing footsteps, the big tabby thought it was Jake coming out to check on him. But hearing a voice that wasn't his friend's, the tom nearly snagged his claw on the cap he was screwing back on.
"Excuse me." called out a young voice with a strange accent.
Chance stepped out from beneath the car he was working on. He looked towards the entrance of the bay. His heart started to skip at the sight of the young tom standing just inside the garage.
The cat that had called out was cute looking cat. He wasn't as tall as Chance or as broad in the shoulders. He had a smoke gray, short fur coat. His hair was ebony, wild in front and long in back. The spikey bangs fell into jade green eyes that seem to be piercing his soul, even at that distance. The gray tom had two jade studs in each ear, a thick gold twist chain necklace, and a pair of expensive looking shades hooked on the neckline of a white short sleeve shirt. The shirt's bottom hanged over the waistline of kneelength carpenter shorts. His long fluffy tail flicked slightly behind him in what seemed to be mild agitation.
"Yes?" Chance coughed abit, as he nervously took a rag to wipe his paws on. "How can I help you, sir?"
"Err... Well, it's my bike." the young cat started, "It's making this strange noise..."
"I can take a look at it, Mr...?" the tabby walked towards the gray trying not to seem eager.
"Orion. Kit Orion." Kit grinned at the bigger male. "
"I'm Chance Furlong." he smiled back, "Now let's see what's wrong with her..."
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well, that's one... *sighs and pets Mufasa* I would so love to play in Swat Kats but that's all that's talking to me... hope you enjoy.
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well, this is xan's fault. he thinks i've been neglecting him lately. told him to take it up with mufasa and naruto. heh, poor bastards...
drabble, ficlet, whatever...
The Road Home
fandom(s): BtvS, Primeval
pairing(s): pre-slash Xan/Connor Temple
a/n: Connor had to be so pretty. heh, it was my hunt for Primeval fics that did. Such prettah fics I found...
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Connor found himself huddling next to the bigger American male. Ever since he walked into the anomally that had suddenly appeared in front of him, he was lost and alone in a world that wasn't his own. The anomally had closed as soon as he stumble out on the other side.
The world he had landed in was a post-modern and post-war Earth. Mid-evil times had return, but with guns. There had been a war, but not a war he would have expected. Hell had been unleashed...
The humans had fought the impossible battle. Even with their tanks, guns, and nuclear weapons they fought a losing fight. The demons were made for war and came in great numbers. But some how they had barely won against the demons, shoving them back to their dimension. Victory had came at a very high cost. The human race's numbers had dwindled from the billions to a few hundred thousands.
Of those few hundred thousands, approximately fourty-five percent were Others. Others were half-breeds, witches, wizards, and were-creatures; all to name a few. The world was harsher and in ruins. The mudane humans needed their supernatural brethern to survive. Even though they pushed the demons back to their dimension there were still a few stranglers and vampires. The Others had an easier time in killing demons, because if push came to shove they could fight like demons; or had magics to banish them.
But not all of the others felt so generous to the Norms. Some believed that the Norms should be their play things/slaves or they should all perish. The strong should live and the weak should die. It was jungle law. Survival of the fittest at the Fall of Humanity.
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Connor had stumbled upon such Others when he was searching amongst the ruins for something familiar. But before the Others could do what they had planned for the lone small human, he was rescued by another Other.
This Other was vastly different from the ones that had Connor cornered. He had been out number by seven to one. The American wasn't as big as the other males. But he was fiercer and more determined to keep the small human safe. He managed to kill three and mortally wound another two before the cowards ran.
The American, who he had later learned was called Xander, had then bundled him off into the bigger man's hideaway. Once there, Xander had checked him over and offered him some water. Xander also had him wrapped up in a quilt on a rundown, but clean, couch. The American sat next to him.
"You're not from around here, are you." Xander stated as if he knew it was fact. "You're definitely not of this dimension."
"Huh?" Connor nearly choked on his water as he turned to stare bugeyed at the Other, "How can you tell that?"
The tanned man grinned, his chocolate brown eyes sparkled in good humor. "Because you smell too clean, you look too clean, and you don't have that jaded scared look the mudanes have. Plus, I can feel the rift's energy spark off you."
"...Wow..." was all Connor could say to that. He took another sip of water to build up courage to ask the question he dreaded to know. "What happened here?"
Xander sighed and leaned back against the couch and sprawled taking up room like a big cat. "A war broke out."
The American went on and explained in greater detail. It took a couple of hours. Connor felt sick to his stomach and had tears in his eyes. When Xander saw those tears, he took the water bottle out his hands and hugged him tight against the other man's chest.
"Shh, shh, Connor." Xander crooned, "It'll be alright. We'll find away to get you home."
Connor curled closer in those strong arms. He wiped his face on his shirt sleeve, and put his brain to work. Xander had given him hope. He felt he could trust the Other to keep his word, even if he only known the American for only a few hours.
"Yeah, mate... I'll find us a way home..." The young scientist whispered to his new companion.
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well, interesting? heh, i've always wanted to write an Aftermath/End of the World fic. I always thought it'll be zombies. *chuckles* I've watched too many zombie movies.
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drabble damnit...
hp/transformer
...shutit naru... bad kitty harry...
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It was the final battle and Harry had Voldie where he wanted him. Just as he was about to end it, something incredible and unbelievable happen. Harry was struck by lightning and the metallic shard, with strange runes on it, he had on a necklace lit up like a roman candle. It all took a moment.
When the glow died, a different Harry Potter stood over Voldemort. A twenty feet tall Harry Potter, who was no longer human. He was some type of very advance robot.
Harry didn't let the fact he wasn't human affect him. He still had business to take care off. A energy weapon popped out of his right arm. Hearing it charge, he aimed it at the gaping He-Who-Just-Shitted-Himself.
"My name is Harry Potter. You killed my father, my mother, and my goldfish Goldie. Time to die!"
And lord what's his name was no more...
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these drabbles are adoptable... why won't you take one home with you today? *grin*
drabble: WTF Teenage Mutant WHAT!?!
Something was different... Something was very different. What was that hitting his leg? He grabbed it.
"Owww!" Naruto howled as he opened his eyes to stare at what he grabbed.
A tail, a fucking tail! He grabbed a tail! And apparently it was his. He grabbed his tail and he grabbed it hard. It hurt! Whining, he gently petted his tail to sooth it.
"Whoa, foxy-dude! You're up!"
"Huh!" Sapphire eyes looked up and saw green... No WAY! He was dreaming. Yes, he was dreaming. There was no way he was seeing a talking turtle man....
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drabble: Kit Orion
fandom(s): harry potter/swat kats: radical squad
a/n: well harry been transported to swat kats' universe. and is a cat. i have a teaser/drabble beginning this little venture. but i changed harry alittle... (i can't remember what color fur i gave him... *snickers* eh, probably meant to change it anyways) also, harry is called Kit Orion, cause why would you call a cat harry...
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When Chance Furlong first laid eyes on Kit Orion, he didn't think he'd falling for the gray short hair. The first time they met, he found himself getting lost in the smaller male's green, green eyes. Those eyes would make emerald and jade gems jealous with their glow.
The day he met Kit was hot and dry day. Nothing was happening that day. No criminals were out causing havok in the city. It was too hot for that. But a honest cat still had work to do. Yet, it was a slow day.
Jake was inside the garage's office, while Chance was finishing up on an oil change. Hearing footsteps, the big tabby thought it was Jake coming out to check on him. But hearing a voice that wasn't his friend's, the tom nearly snagged his claw on the cap he was screwing back on.
"Excuse me." called out a young voice with a strange accent.
Chance stepped out from beneath the car he was working on. He looked towards the entrance of the bay. His heart started to skip at the sight of the young tom standing just inside the garage.
The cat that had called out was cute looking cat. He wasn't as tall as Chance or as broad in the shoulders. He had a smoke gray, short fur coat. His hair was ebony, wild in front and long in back. The spikey bangs fell into jade green eyes that seem to be piercing his soul, even at that distance. The gray tom had two jade studs in each ear, a thick gold twist chain necklace, and a pair of expensive looking shades hooked on the neckline of a white short sleeve shirt. The shirt's bottom hanged over the waistline of kneelength carpenter shorts. His long fluffy tail flicked slightly behind him in what seemed to be mild agitation.
"Yes?" Chance coughed abit, as he nervously took a rag to wipe his paws on. "How can I help you, sir?"
"Err... Well, it's my bike." the young cat started, "It's making this strange noise..."
"I can take a look at it, Mr...?" the tabby walked towards the gray trying not to seem eager.
"Orion. Kit Orion." Kit grinned at the bigger male. "
"I'm Chance Furlong." he smiled back, "Now let's see what's wrong with her..."
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well, that's one... *sighs and pets Mufasa* I would so love to play in Swat Kats but that's all that's talking to me... hope you enjoy.
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well, this is xan's fault. he thinks i've been neglecting him lately. told him to take it up with mufasa and naruto. heh, poor bastards...
drabble, ficlet, whatever...
The Road Home
fandom(s): BtvS, Primeval
pairing(s): pre-slash Xan/Connor Temple
a/n: Connor had to be so pretty. heh, it was my hunt for Primeval fics that did. Such prettah fics I found...
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Connor found himself huddling next to the bigger American male. Ever since he walked into the anomally that had suddenly appeared in front of him, he was lost and alone in a world that wasn't his own. The anomally had closed as soon as he stumble out on the other side.
The world he had landed in was a post-modern and post-war Earth. Mid-evil times had return, but with guns. There had been a war, but not a war he would have expected. Hell had been unleashed...
The humans had fought the impossible battle. Even with their tanks, guns, and nuclear weapons they fought a losing fight. The demons were made for war and came in great numbers. But some how they had barely won against the demons, shoving them back to their dimension. Victory had came at a very high cost. The human race's numbers had dwindled from the billions to a few hundred thousands.
Of those few hundred thousands, approximately fourty-five percent were Others. Others were half-breeds, witches, wizards, and were-creatures; all to name a few. The world was harsher and in ruins. The mudane humans needed their supernatural brethern to survive. Even though they pushed the demons back to their dimension there were still a few stranglers and vampires. The Others had an easier time in killing demons, because if push came to shove they could fight like demons; or had magics to banish them.
But not all of the others felt so generous to the Norms. Some believed that the Norms should be their play things/slaves or they should all perish. The strong should live and the weak should die. It was jungle law. Survival of the fittest at the Fall of Humanity.
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Connor had stumbled upon such Others when he was searching amongst the ruins for something familiar. But before the Others could do what they had planned for the lone small human, he was rescued by another Other.
This Other was vastly different from the ones that had Connor cornered. He had been out number by seven to one. The American wasn't as big as the other males. But he was fiercer and more determined to keep the small human safe. He managed to kill three and mortally wound another two before the cowards ran.
The American, who he had later learned was called Xander, had then bundled him off into the bigger man's hideaway. Once there, Xander had checked him over and offered him some water. Xander also had him wrapped up in a quilt on a rundown, but clean, couch. The American sat next to him.
"You're not from around here, are you." Xander stated as if he knew it was fact. "You're definitely not of this dimension."
"Huh?" Connor nearly choked on his water as he turned to stare bugeyed at the Other, "How can you tell that?"
The tanned man grinned, his chocolate brown eyes sparkled in good humor. "Because you smell too clean, you look too clean, and you don't have that jaded scared look the mudanes have. Plus, I can feel the rift's energy spark off you."
"...Wow..." was all Connor could say to that. He took another sip of water to build up courage to ask the question he dreaded to know. "What happened here?"
Xander sighed and leaned back against the couch and sprawled taking up room like a big cat. "A war broke out."
The American went on and explained in greater detail. It took a couple of hours. Connor felt sick to his stomach and had tears in his eyes. When Xander saw those tears, he took the water bottle out his hands and hugged him tight against the other man's chest.
"Shh, shh, Connor." Xander crooned, "It'll be alright. We'll find away to get you home."
Connor curled closer in those strong arms. He wiped his face on his shirt sleeve, and put his brain to work. Xander had given him hope. He felt he could trust the Other to keep his word, even if he only known the American for only a few hours.
"Yeah, mate... I'll find us a way home..." The young scientist whispered to his new companion.
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well, interesting? heh, i've always wanted to write an Aftermath/End of the World fic. I always thought it'll be zombies. *chuckles* I've watched too many zombie movies.
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drabble damnit...
hp/transformer
...shutit naru... bad kitty harry...
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It was the final battle and Harry had Voldie where he wanted him. Just as he was about to end it, something incredible and unbelievable happen. Harry was struck by lightning and the metallic shard, with strange runes on it, he had on a necklace lit up like a roman candle. It all took a moment.
When the glow died, a different Harry Potter stood over Voldemort. A twenty feet tall Harry Potter, who was no longer human. He was some type of very advance robot.
Harry didn't let the fact he wasn't human affect him. He still had business to take care off. A energy weapon popped out of his right arm. Hearing it charge, he aimed it at the gaping He-Who-Just-Shitted-Himself.
"My name is Harry Potter. You killed my father, my mother, and my goldfish Goldie. Time to die!"
And lord what's his name was no more...
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these drabbles are adoptable... why won't you take one home with you today? *grin*