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[windandwater]

... I DECLARE A DRABBLEWAR.

The rules are simple:

This post is open for a DRABBLEWAR against any all comers! No holds barred... any fandom, any characters, any situations, any ratings, IF YOU CAN DRABBLE IT YOU CAN DO IT. I, myself, am somewhat limited in the fandoms I can successfully drabble (f-fail), but don't let that stop YOU. I'll do my best to answer everyone!

AND TO MAKE IT MORE FUN: If you see a particularly enticing drabble by someone else, feel free to reply back with a drabble of your own. THAT'S RIGHT. This is like a free-for-all cage match! Tagteam with someone, lonewolf it, whatever! The whole point of this is to have fun. Pr0n is, of course, highly encouraged but not necessary. Drabbles can be any length you so desire.

DRABBLE UNTIL SOMEONE GIVES UP OR CAN'T DRABBLE ANYMORE.

Oh, and in your first comment/drabble, feel free to list things/pairings/fandoms you prefer, or situations that you don't. This is for fun and not to traumatize (unless you like that sort of thing).

GO GO GO!


P.S. moffit, I am looking to declare my superiority over you once again. R-REMATCH!


EDIT...

Going to bed now, but this post is staying up all weekend. Drabble at your leisure and I'll be back when I get online again. ^^

Comments

[merith.livejournal.com]

i am nothing if not partly predictable... heero and duo and pookie (of course) ;)

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

*throws down a red flag*

Penalty!

You have to drabble to get a drabble. ^___^

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

"Heero Yuy smells like cheese," Duo declared, one day during fifth period. The aforementioned Heero twitched in front of him, but didn't turn around and glare as he was wont to do. The class tittered and Quatre shook his head and sent his eyes heavenward.

"Be that as it may," Ms Henry dryly murmured, Heero jerked again at the confirmation that indeed, he did smell of cheese. "This is Maths."

Later, Heero slammed Duo against the locker. It was a typically normal day so Duo just yawned in Heero's face and stuck out his tongue. Heero eyed the tongue before returning to Duo's face.

"I do not smell of cheese," Heero asserted.

Quatre sighed, wishing that their sexual tension could some how not involve whether Heero did or did not smell like cheese.

"But you do," Quatre countered, yanking Duo away, "You have Biology, we have Chemistry. Goodbye."

As the bell sounded, Heero was left standing, sniffing his armpits, in search for the stench of cheese.

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I am really not sure where this came from. So... High School Crack/Parody I will name it!

[merith.livejournal.com]

highschool!crack is a beautiful thing! :)

and it could be just one of those things...heero doesn't, but duo says he does just to get a rise out of him, and others (like quatre) back him up.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

There was a coffeeshop near enough the school campus that it was considered the 'In' place for teenagers to hang out before and after school, and usually weekends, too. Duo and Quatre were lucky in that they had a 'usual' table in a prime location for people watching. Well, it was lucky that one of Quatre's sisters owned the coffeeshop... but still, a table was a table.

So when Duo and Quatre strolled into The Place, they were surprised to see 'their' table being occupied. By Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, no less.

"Hey! This is OUR table!" Duo exclaimed loudly, vigourously, and with much fingerpointing.

Heero just kicked his feet up onto the table, grungy yellow sneakers and all, and sipped his icy frappaccino. "Don't see your name on it."

Quatre grabbed Duo by the shoulders before the brunette did something stupid... like throw himself upon the object of his lust and desire in a primal display of wanton abandonment.

Quatre then decided to stop reading his sisters' romance novels and tugged Duo to the squashy couches instead.

[wickedgameff.livejournal.com]

Heero looked down at the paper in front of him, staring at his list.

He had colby, bleu, feta, gouda, mozzarella, cheddar (sharp, milk and medium), monterey jack, brie, asadero, swiss, parmesan...

He didn't know what kind of cheese he smelled like, but he thought that maybe if he listed them all he might get an idea as to where to start before then eliminating the cheese problem.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

"You forgot cream cheese!" Duo laughed as he passed him by.

Heero threw his pencil at Duo's retreating back and then crumpled up his list.

Tomorrow he was going out to buy cologne and that was that.

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

Dammit. I WOULD be tempted to join when I'm so tired I'm falling asleep at my keyboard. >_

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Well, I expect this will be open all weekend. :3 You can hop in at any time.

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

... I somehow doubt other people on your flist are in the same fandoms I am for prime drabble battling. =[

but hey, if there ARE any NIS and/or Zelda fans here, I will happily fight on~! XDb

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

:3 You never know who lurks about, reading my LJ. You can try throwing out a drabble to entice them?

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Navi danced high above Link's head as he stared at the sword in deep concentration. A frown was starting to settle across his features. This wasn't looking too promising.

"Hey!" Navi squeaked out, bouncing around Link, trying to capture his attention. It wasn't quite working, she realized only too soon. Well, only one thing left.

Another yell came from her as she crashed into the side of his head. The Hylian boy shook his head, slightly dazed and looked at her. ". . ."

If one could see the look on the sprite's face, it would be akin to a smirk. "I think you broke it," she finally stated in a calm voice.

". . . Oh, you think?" came a slightly sarcastic tone. "It's the Master Sword. H-how?" He hoped with all his hope that the time keepers wouldn't come and punish him.

Navi shrugged to herself and landed on Link's shoulder. "Well, either it's a fake or I suggest you ask one of the redeads out there where the nearest shop is that has duct tape."

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I-I am so sorry. I really don't know where this came from. *ahem* And I hope I'm doing this right? :(

[ladydragon543.livejournal.com]

...I'm an Anita Blake fan. Anyone else? If not, I can do GW, Harry Potter (I know, sad ain't it?) and...well if I've at least heard of it, I can give it a try. Except Video Game based stuff. B/c I know jack about it. Except for KH1 and KH2

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

I read Anita Blake xover fics. Does that count? XD The other fandoms should be easy to do. :P Feel free to drabble to tempt others. I'm coming back after I have dinner. ^^;;

Anita Blake, Coming Right Up!

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

The first thing I thought when I saw him was that Nathaniel was dead for not telling me he had an evil twin.

Well, that and Jean Claude would love to have this one as a playmate. Hell, I might even watch. I used to be uncomfortable with the idea, but two and a half years of triumvirates and ménage à trois with bisexual vampires and shapeshifters will rub off on anyone. Pun only semi-intended. Oh, bite me.

Take that literally, and I'll shoot you.

Anyway - back to the kid. He was practically a carbon copy of Nathaniel - same long brown hair, same violet eyes, same boyish, almost elfin bone structure. For all the physical similarities, though, that's pretty much all they had in common.

The dead giveaway with this one was the eyes - there was a touch of sardonic humor there, and they showed a hardness that probably complimented my own. Jean Claude I said the eyes of a cop - if that's so, this kid had the eyes of a gangster with an edge that hinted at something far more deadly. Not Edward's league, but certainly close. You could tell when he walked into the room and looked at you, he was figuring out ways he could kill you if he needed to and mapping out an escape route.

He wore all black - black ripped jeans and a black tank top with a black jacket that didn't conceal his shoulder holster. He carried himself like he didn't give a rat's ass about that, either. A silver cross - great, no vampire, at least - hung on a long chain around his neck and hit him about mid-chest. Another chain hung across the left side of his jeans, and as he shifted, I noticed a knife holster at his wrist. As he leaned back in his chair opposite my desk, he arched his brow at me, as if he caught me studying him.

"See something you like?"

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

Sakura sighed. "It's so unfair Ino," she murmured.

"What? Complaining again?" Ino muttered.

"Why did all the Ninjas in our year have to be gay?" Sakura philosophized.

Ino leaned back, tapping a finger against her lip. "Well, not all of them. Shikamaru has Temari."

"Really?" Sakura asked. "I thought he and Chouji were..." she made a little hand gesture which made everything clear.

Ino wrinkled her nose. "Do we have to discuss his sex life? Especially when ours are so lacking?"

Sakura jumped up. "I have an idea!"

"Oh? What?" Ino inquired.

"You think Hinata is attractive, right?" Sakura murmured, blushing a little.

Ino caught on pretty quick.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, being the Hokage absolutely sucked.

Not that Naruto was complaining exactly. He'd finally achieved his dream, now he had the power and approval of the Village. He was the strongest in Konoha, and he'd protect everyone that he loved.

But it sucked that he couldn't even go to Ichiraku's without his ANBU bodyguards following him.

"I'm not gonna be attacked while having ramen!" Naruto exclaimed loudly into the air. Old man Ichiraku just looked at him oddly, but was quite used to hearing the blond man talk to himself, especially during lunch. Of course, Naruto was actually adressing his guards, but the old man didn't know that.

Naruto dug into his pork ramen and slurped up a mouthful of noodles. "It's creepy to be watched while you eat. It's almost enough to turn my appetite! At least come down here and eat lunch, too. That way you can guard me and not have your stomachs grumble all day."

In a blur, two masked figures were standing on either side of Naruto. The one wearing a bird mask made a 'tsk' noise. "If you didn't insist on throwing yourself into dangerous situations, you wouldn't need bodyguards."

Naruto just laughed. "Don't be a fuddyduddy, Neji. Oi! Old man! Two more pork ramens!"

[wickedgameff.livejournal.com]

(based on a picture i saw earlier)

Heero looked across the bed at his husband.

Yeah, across the bed, not next to him, not laying on him or under him.

Across the bed.

He would like to be next to his love but there were three very small but wriggling things in between them.

Carson, Michael, and Kyo. Their triplets. Three little bundles of joy that were currently wriggling and trying to get out of going to sleep by gurgling, drooling, and generally being too cute for words.

Not that Heero did cute. No way. No, cute was Duo's job. Heero liked it more when they were sleeping and not making so much noise.

Heero pulled Kyo away from his chest for the umpteenth time. "I do not have breasts, stop trying to suck on my nipples."

The baby only drooled on his pillow and kicked his legs.

Duo smiled at him and laughed. "Kyo trying to breast feed again, eh? He's gonna be a boob man, I can tell."

Heero glared at Duo. "Maybe if you'd been a boob man then we wouldn't have three babies in between us."

Duo laughed. "If I'd been a boob man then you'd have been missing out on some amazing sex!"

Heero sighed and pulled Michael up onto his chest while Kyo investigated his toes. Duo was right, but then again...Duo usually was right.

Heero hated being wrong.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Heero looked up from the sandcastle he was carefully constructing. Standing in front of him was a boy he didn't recognize, with brown hair and purple eyes and his playsmock was stained with something red. Maybe the juice from snacktime, or some paint. He carefully picked up his toy shovel, hoping the boy wouldn't try to trample his castle.

"Yeah?"

"Can me and Brownie play here, too?"

Heero wondered who Brownie was, then saw the bedraggled teddy bear hanging from one chubby fist.

"Okay. But you can't squash my castle."

The boy gave a gap-toothed grin and plopped down on the sand next to Heero, settling Brownie nearby.

"I'm Duo!" he said happily, and started pawing through the sand like a puppy.

"'m Heero," Heero replied politely, like his mama had taught him. If Duo stayed happy like that -- like a puppy -- Heero thought that he would ask his mama if he could keep him.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Davey pressed the squirming boy firmly down, the organ groaning its complaint even as Sora cried out in pleasure. Warm, slick tentacles dangling from Davey's face caressed the boy's balls as Davey drew Sora's cock into his mouth, sucking hard just to hear him cry out again.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"This isn't funny."

Sora just laughed and laughed, arms wrapped around his belly and tears coming to his eyes. The expression on Riku's face slowly grew more irritated, and he was just glad Ariel and her sisters weren't around to see him.

"This is stupid. I don't care if it's a good concert. I'm going home."

At that Sora stopped laughing and flicked his tail, swimming forward enough to grab Riku by the arm.

"Riku! You promised me that you would come to Atlantica with me!"

"And we're here. We're underwater. It's like home but wetter. Now let's go."

Sora pouted, looking up at his best friend. "I didn't mean to laugh. If it makes you feel better, I'd trade with you if I could! But I don't really know how Donald does the change."

Riku sighed, shoving his drifting silver hair away from his face. "Puppy eyes aren't fair, Sora."

"So we're staying?!"

"Just one catch," Riku replied, a slight smirk on his lips. "After the concert, I get to use these things on you."

Sora's eyes went wide as he stared at the eight silvery-blue tentacles that curled together from Riku's lower half. Now he was really regretting that he had laughed because Riku didn't have a tail.

[djtifabal.livejournal.com]

First comment, which means fandoms/pairings:

Sonic the Hedgehog
-Sonic/Tails, Knuckles/Tails, Sonic/Shadow

Kingdom Hearts II:
-Sora/Roxas, Sora/Axel (I will write for just about any pairing in this fandom, but those two are my favorites)

Legend of Zelda
-Link/Midna only!

The X-Files
-Mulder/Scully

Animorphs
-Jake/Cassie, Rachel/Tobias, Marco/Ax

Illusion of Gaia
-Will/Kara, Lance/Lilly

South Park
-Stan/Kyle, Cartman/Kyle (Again, I will write for any pairing)

I am not limited on my pairings in each fandom. I can work with more, but the ones listed are the ones that I'm familiar with the most.
I can do fluff, some smut.

With that, I shall drabble war anyone after I get to where I'm going! (I have to drive two and a half hours to an arcade. xD So I shall pick up the war after I get there.)

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

A sad smile crossed Axel's face as he watched over Sora. Part of him kept encouraging to approach, the other part telling him to stay away.

The longer he stayed to watch, the more his chest ached, but really . . . why? He didn't have a heart, truly. What was it about this boy that made it feel like the truth he knew was actually a lie?

Sometime during his drifting thoughts, the boy he'd been watching had become the one watching him. This brought him on edge.

"Are you going to keep watching all day?" Sora asked in a soft voice. There was not a single concern in his tone, almost as if the boy knew everything would be okay.

Lightly, Axel shook his head at Sora. "I'm a heartless. You don't want me near." It was quite possible that there was a slight hint of bitterness in his voice, but it was hard to tell.

"Don't worry. You won't steal my heart," responded the other boy with a small chuckle. "You can come sit down."

[corazon-d-fuego.livejournal.com]

Here's an open challenge to anyone who dares:

The tongue was slick and hot, but not as hot as Al's face burned under his folded arms. The teenage alchemist whimpered, digging his fingers into the mattress as his cock twitched and dripped onto the bedsheets.

The chin stubble scratched against the back of his hairless scrot, painful in a good kind of way. Claw-like fingernails dug into the pert mounds of his ass, spreading the cheeks wide so that insatiable tongue could fuck him insane with need.

"M-Maes," Al gasped.

Buried in the squirming boy's tight cheeks, a smile curled on the lips of his creation.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

There were some things that you should not do with alchemy; unwritten and rarely spoken laws to restrict certain actions. Turning lead to gold -- or anything into gold -- was forbidden. Trying to ressurect the dead was also taboo.

Ed vaguely wondered where this certain occurrance would stand in the scheme of things, and threw a glare at his brother, who was looking somewhat sheeping and rubbing a hand through his hair.

"Al! What are we supposed to do with a water tower full of lube?!"

[(Anonymous)]

He had stopped again to acclimatize. Heero ran through his systems checks once again, looking for any possible anomalies. Everything checked out and so he sat down in the pilot's chair and prepared himself to wait out the half an hour with as much patience as he could spare.

He didn't have a lot. Not when every creak or metallic groan had him twisting, eyes darting, searching for any signs of hull breach. The depth gauge's readout remained static despite the clamouring of the voice inside his head screaming out that he needed to get to the surface. Get to the surface. Get to the surface!

Before he stopped believing it was there.

Production of the first ocean colony was well underway and running exactly on schedule. Nothing less had been expected when Heero had been drafted as one of the directors and he did his best to deliver. It was hard work with long days spent in darkness that was only permeated by the fluorescence of lamps. He wanted to see the color red again, to be bathed in the yellow light of the sun and to feel warm. To see the rain as it fell from the sky rather than just floating in its ultimate product.

But that wasn't why he was making the trip.

He sent out another 'ping' to the stations above and below him. One answer came back almost immediately with the signal for 'Okay'. The other one he'd given up on even hearing from. Five days ago all communication with the surface station had ceased. Somewhere up above him there was the rippled underside of the waves, a barrier that for all that it undulated, was as solid as steel. And beyond that... who knew.

Something bumped against the ship and he halted, his breath, his very thoughts on stop while he waited. There was the dull echo of a clang and the scrape of hide against metal before the silence returned.

The beep of his watch made him jump and he chuckled a laugh out through a dry throat, running a hand through his hair before resting it on the controls once more. Through the thickly paned portal he could see the blue dots of the luminescent creatures as they darted about, startled by the sudden surge of his engines, stars with no fixed position, that you could actually reach out and touch if you felt the urge.

He shivered.

The universe was so small down here.

anonyduo vs anonyheero

[(Anonymous)]

ANON 01 IS GOING DOWNNNN. It's ON. Like DONKEY KONG. (But actually this entire drabble is your idea so. You brought it on...yourself?!)

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Duo curiously studied the odd fish that was swimming rather awkwardly alongside him. He brushed his tail against it tentatively and quickly flinched away when it made an oddly hollow sound he had never heard before.

He swam up and around the - thing - and poked it with a finger, darting away into the water and then easily making his way back to it when he sensed no danger from the Thing. Duo silently wove his way through the water to look at the front of it, and pressed his face against the smooth surface he found there, making a face as it was cool, unyielding.

Whoa!

It had a stomach! A stomach that glowed, and, and...moved? Duo pressed closer against the glass, tilting his head to get a better view of the odd Thing 2 that was inside of Thing 1, the shadowy form of which looked almost like...Duo. But different somehow.

Something was definitely missing. Eyes? Check. Ears? Check. Tail?

Duo's eyes widened and he pushed away from Thing 1, startled by his revelation. His hands covered his mouth in shock as he tried to understand what was happening. Where was Thing 2's tail? And why was it inside of an oddly-shaped fish?

[luscious-sarah.livejournal.com]

Standing above the cabin of the Pearl he had borrowed from [Capt.] Jack Sparrow, the salty wind whipping the sails and warming his skin, Sora vaguely wondered where his robust, jovial and commandeering theme music was. He had long waited to be a captain [not of a raft, or tugboat, mind you] and had already barely escaped the slimey grasp of Davey Jones and his cowering crew, coming out relatively unscathed, if only with a bitter taste in his mouth [awesome!].

The seas were now quiet, calm, and night was approaching. Going down below deck to the hold, he searched the dusty compartments for... ah! a nice, foggy bottle of rum. Coming back to the deck with his prize in hand, he situated himself near the steering to enjoy a healthy swig of the amber alcohol, coughing a bit at the burn and then smiling at the warm taste.

"Freedom..."

[no tentacles. I will spew vile liquid.]

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Riku sighed as he looked down at Sora's slumped form. It looked like Sora had just fallen asleep where he stood, and gravity had taken over there. He was impossibly tangled in a mess of rope, mouth wide open as he managed to drool and snore at the same time. Stepping forward to pick up his friend, Riku's fott nudged an empty bottle, which rolled free under the sway of the ship.

"Right," Riku said to himself, hefting Sora's arm over his shoulder. "No more rum for you until you're legal."

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

Kyouya tenderly stroked Tamaki's cheek. Tamaki's eyes widened as he parted his lips and whispered huskily, "Kyouya," the name dripping like honey between his lips. Kyouya smiled winsomely, black hair falling in front of glasses.

"Cut!" Renge cried out joyously.

Straightening, Kyouya pulled away from Tamaki and pushed his glasses up his nose with one smooth gesture.

"That was a good day of filming, taking pictures," he murmured, taking out his calculator. "Hmm, profits up 12% after we release this photobook if everything goes to plan."

Tamaki stood gaping. Kyouya looked over his shoulder at him. "Are you coming Tamaki?"