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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

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

Why how right you are. :3 Awesome!

[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.]

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Heee! I just couldn't resist responding to you with Oracina. It's my favourite. XD; And how glad I am! *giggled from the response*

♥ Shiek pronoun of male works juuuust fine for me. :D

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"Explain." For once Shiek was rather at a loss for words. Though, a situation like this was best to be as direct as possible.

The sacred sword was passed nervously from one hand to the other and back again. "Well, you see, I was really excited after that first temple that I couldn't help but do some celebration swings."

At this point, Navi perked up with her usual, "Hey!"

"Not now," Link grumbled to his winged travel companion, trying to swat her away.

Shiek cleared his throat and eyed them. "I'm waiting," came an impatient tone.

"Well, it might have been in my excitement that the sword might have, er, slipped out of my hand," Link explained in a sheepish tone.

"And they call you the Hero of Time. Great. We're doomed." Shiek couldn't help but place a hand over his face, shaking his head softly.

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Ron half wept to himself over the fact that two people on the grounds now had seen this. With his luck, Hermione would be next. Or Snape.

As the squid hit a sensitive spot, he couldn't help but cry out. He would deny any pleasure he got from this later on.

Trying his damnedest to quiet himself, he bit down hard on his lower lip. He didn't want to be waking half the grounds with his moans.

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Ironically, I wouldn't normally have been here! moffit linked me on over. :3

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

I can spell Ocarina. I swear. *geez, this is the second time in 24 hours I typed it that way* >O;

[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."

[djtifabal.livejournal.com]

Axel was bitter at first, not wanting to endanger the boy that was patting the spot next to him.

Sora watched Axel curiously, wondering what the red head was going to go. He smiled at Axel. “I won’t bite. I swear.”

“Hmph.” Arms crossed over Axel’s chest.

The key blade master laughed. “Seriously, come sit down.”

Axel’s arms fell to his side and a hand snatched his right arm. “Whoa!” He tumbled backwards, his left foot catching his balance.

In a small voice, Sora whispered. “I know how it feels.”

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Axel's eyes met with Sora's for a brief moment and he lost track of his thoughts. "What?" was all he could form.

Instead of a verbal response, all Axel received was a knowing smile. "Now sit with me," came the soft voice.

As much as he wanted, Axel couldn't argue with that look that pierced something--what, though?--deep inside. So, after letting out a defeated sigh, he finally joined the spot next to Sora.

What now? Axel had no idea.

"It's nice, sitting like this," Sora commented in a calm tone. He truly felt content.

Axel just softly nodded his head at that. He wasn't really sure what he felt.

[djtifabal.livejournal.com]

“How what feels?”

“To be a heartless.”

Axel’s mind didn’t click right away. “What?”

“How do you think Roxas came to be?” Sora placed a hand over his heart.

The Organization member just blinked. Looking at Sora, his features changed slowly. Sora’s hair turned blond, the black and white checker finger and wrist bands appeared on his left arm. His eyes stayed blue as Roxas’ clothes appeared over the boy.

“Roxas?”

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Axel couldn't believe this transformation going on before his eyes. It was Roxas. His Roxas.

"I remember everything now," came Roxas's soft voice. His head cocked lightly to the side and he smiled a bit. "You know what we should do sometime?"

Axel just shook his head lightly. He hadn't a clue what the other heartless boy would suggest.

"Sea salt ice cream. We should get some."

To this, a small smile made its way over Axel's face.

[djtifabal.livejournal.com]

Axel shut his eyes for a split second, he couldn’t believe that Roxas was right there. He didn’t dare open his eyes, if he did, Roxas would disappear. After all, Sora was supposed to be there, not Roxas.

But Roxas did share half what Sora holds. A somebody and a nobody; fused together as one.

His eyes opened and he saw Roxas still next to him.

Grinning, Axel rubbed Roxas’ hair. “How about that ice cream?”

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

Roxas did make a face at the hair ruffling, swatting playfully at Axel. "Thought you'd never agree," he chirped.

"How could I say no, huh?" Axel responded, ruffling his hair again as he stood back up. He extended his hand down to help Roxas up, who ended up surprisingly close when he stood. Really, he wanted to the touch to linger, but he chided himself and pried away.

The beginning of their walk was fairly silent, save for the sound of the pebble skipping down the walk in front of them, being kicked between them.

"You're not going to be staying, are you?" Axel asked quietly. He didn't want to ask, for he knew the answer, but the words spilled from his lips, even so.

Roxas sadly shook his head. At first, he'd debating just leaving it at that, but then thought he should elaborate. "Sora is too well loved to rob people of that. While we are the two sides of the same coin . . . it's different, even so. Kairi and Riku couldn't handle him being gone." His words came soft, trying to ease them in.

"Even so," Roxas continued on, "I'll still make sure to spend time with you."

[djtifabal.livejournal.com]

He didn’t want to let him go. His selfish feelings (what feelings, he didn’t know) but he knew that he wanted Roxas to stay.

Their steps echoed in the silence. Coming upon a shop, Axel stopped, grabbed Roxas by the arm. “You’ll promise you’ll come back?”

Roxas nodded. “That’s the secret of Sora’s success, he lives for twenty-five hours a day.” He ran his hand through his hair. “The extra hour to spend time with you.”

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

A slight frown crossed Axel's face at that comment. "But there aren't twenty-five hours in a day." Was this Roxas's nice way of telling him that nobodies shouldn't have time for one another?

"They also say there is no Neverland in some places. That's not true, now is it?" Roxas's smile to Axel was rather comforting. "Some things that seem true aren't really."

Axel sighed a little and shook his head. He didn't know how to express his thoughts. "Just almost felt like that answer was meant to tell me nobodies shouldn't have that time. I'm not supposed to exist, right?"

At that, Roxas circled to the front of him, giving Axel a sad look. "Don't talk like that. For a long time, I believed because I was a Nobody that I was lacking everything." He cocked his head to the side, trying to find the words. "That doesn't matter. You feel something here, don't you?" With those words, he reached to touch Axel's chest.

Hey, it's all good~! Great to get inspiration from any source. :3

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Once having slicked the redhead properly, the Squid wasted no time in slipping one tentacle into his entrance, the tip of it curling insire the boy, searching. He knew there was a special place in boys, one that made them give him more of their own delicious fluid.

Listening to the sounds Ron was making only urged it on, the tentacles holding the boy working faster and more insistently to bring him to release.

[palpitation.livejournal.com]

When that tentacle hit his spot, he couldn't hold back like he hoped, crying out in pleasure and delight. He had no clue why he had the delight, but it was there.

His hands tightened on the tentacle, gasping and groaning. He was at the squid's mercy, completely helpless.

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]

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?"

[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."

Re: Anita Blake, Coming Right Up!

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

... I so fucking love you for this one. ♥

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

It screamed.

Tears ran freely from its eyes, mouth open to take gasping, panting breathes between sobs and cries. It had never felt so good before, had never thought anything could ever be this good. But now the pleasure was taking a sharp-tinged edge of pain. But still it continued to rock, fucked itself on those thick vines and greedily took every scrap of pleasure it could despite the pain. It wanted to cum, had tried clawing at the vines wrapped around its hard red cock, but was denied. There was nothing left but the unceasing thrusts into its body.

Even deeper, and it threw back its head, a long wordless moan of pure desire and need falling from its lips.

The vines withdrew quickly and it nearly wept for the loss, but instead moaned again when it felt the long, thick and all-too warm and human length of cock fill its ass instead.

It managed to open its eyes, and drowned in a sea of pink.

Re: Anita Blake, Coming Right Up!

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

I did alright? ^^;; *isn't a fic writer*

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

=D

... ack, just realized that I mighta messed up after your response, if the 'redheads' line meant to imply he was in Gerudo valley, and then I went and plopped him in the fire temple... XD;;;

Uh, sorry 'bout that! XD;;;

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"You're not doomed! Really!" Link protested. "It's good as new, see?"

As he held it up to prove his point, a useless gesture both since it was clearly not good as new and Sheik had already looked at it, Navi chimed in with a second, "Hey! Listen!"

"Not now," Link repeated, more concerned with proving that he wasn't really incompetent, despite having no proof to back up such a claim.

"... Actually, you may wish to listen to her," Sheik commented, looking not at the sword but up. Link followed his gaze, noticing now the rumbling noise that was steadily growing louder.

Both young men jumped backward as the mountain's excess boulders fell, landing on the bridge where they'd been standing moments before and destroying the structure, tearing it down into the lava below. Smaller rocks were flying everywhere, and Link held an arm up to protect his face. He failed to consider that it was the arm holding the Master Sword until one of the smaller boulders hit his hand.

There was a little "sploosh" as the Master Sword landed in the lava, and Link was able to only watch while it slowly sank beneath the surface.

"... Yeah, okay," Link admitted once the noise ceased and the rocks had stopped falling, "now we might be a little bit doomed."

Re: Anita Blake, Coming Right Up!

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

I like the idea of Duo and Nathaniel being somehow related, or otherwise meeting each other. ^__^ I'm a terrible person. I never read the Anita Blake books (nor will I), but I like reading AB xovers. Bwehehe.