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why_me_why_notOkay, so Truth or Dare is still going on, if you wanna come play. Some of you wanted me to make it easier for you to find my dare drabbles/poems/whatevers, so I'm going to put them all in this post (which will be updated as they get completed).
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ladysilverangel
Her dare: to write a poem about the three most important people about your life. The poem has to be fourteen lines long, and involve the words "banana", "frog" and "tree". It doesn't have to rhyme, lol.
Even if he didn't like bananas
I'd still call him my little monkey
The way he climbs all over everything
Like he mistakes the couch for a tree
The middle one is a little calmer
But he's two hundred percent boy
I once found a frog in his pocket
A real one, not just a toy
My oldest is forever a baby
In my heart and in my mind
I keep her with me everyday
Her love isn't hard to find
My three children, my reason to smile
And I'm glad to have them for a while
Forariadne
Her dare: Write a dirty limerick expressing your love for a canon character no one else likes.
There once was a man called Dung
Who was actually quite well hung
We fucked until dawn
And then he was gone
Since then my heart hasn't sung
Forginnyatheart A triple drabble, exactly 300 words.
Her dare: Harry/Ron; cleaning, eggs, sausage.
Harry looked up from where he was scrubbing the floor of the Great Hall, glaring at Ron. He still wasn't sure why his friend had started the food fight that had resulted in the two of them having to clean up the mess without magic, but he was glad their breakfast had been sausage and eggs and not something like pancakes and syrup. He sighed and got back to work.
"Don't act like you're mad at me," Ron demanded from the other side of the table. "This was all your fault."
"My fault?" Harry asked indignantly. "How was this my fault?"
"Oh, don't give me that. You know -- the way you were sitting their flirting with Hermione!" Ron stood up and leaned slightly across the table.
"Flirting with Hermione? I wasn't flirting with her! And besides, I thought you were over her; now you're jealous of me because of her?" Harry stood up too, standing in front of Ron with the table between them, his voice rising.
"I'm not jealous of you, you prat! I'm jealous of her, dammit! The way you always let her touch you and lean on you, it's unfair, that's what it is!"
"You're -- Wait, what?" Harry stopped, confused.
Ron stared at him for a moment. "Oh, bloody hell!" he whispered before leaning across the table and kissing Harry fiercely, thinking this may be his only chance and he had better not bollocks it up.
Harry was grinning when he pulled away. "I never did that with Hermione."
"Good," Ron answered, climbing over the table and sitting on the edge of the opposite side so Harry was standing between his spread legs. "If you had, I would have to throw something more than breakfast at you."
Harry laughed and leaned in for another kiss.
(and, of course, wild table!sex ensued, but there's no way in HELL I'm writing THAT! *shudders*)
Forwildegirl_05 A double drabble, exactly 200 words.
Her dare: i dare you to write a fluffy h/d drabble where the words baby, honeybun and sugar are used. and they have to discuss m-preg.
"Draco, isn't this amazing?"
Draco glanced at Harry before returning his gaze to the sticky treat he held disdainfully between his thumb and forefinger. "What did you say this was called again?"
"A honeybun," Harry answered distractedly. "Why didn't you tell me this could happen? After all I said about wanting a family?"
"How much sugar is in this thing?" Draco realized from Harry's silence that the change of subject route wasn't working too well. "It only happens once every three or four generations, and it has been a very long time since it happened in this branch of the family." He sighed. "And you can get excited about it! You're not the one that's going to get fat and end up waddling when you walk and have to be compared to a girl!"
Harry bit back a laugh as he leaned across the table and pressed a gentle kiss to the forehead of a pouting Draco. "I'm excited because the baby with be ours, yours and mine. I swear I'll love you even when you're fat and waddling. And I'll never compare you to a girl."
"Fine," Draco relented with a glare. "But I get to pick the name."
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ladysilverangel Her dare: to write a poem about the three most important people about your life. The poem has to be fourteen lines long, and involve the words "banana", "frog" and "tree". It doesn't have to rhyme, lol.
Even if he didn't like bananas
I'd still call him my little monkey
The way he climbs all over everything
Like he mistakes the couch for a tree
The middle one is a little calmer
But he's two hundred percent boy
I once found a frog in his pocket
A real one, not just a toy
My oldest is forever a baby
In my heart and in my mind
I keep her with me everyday
Her love isn't hard to find
My three children, my reason to smile
And I'm glad to have them for a while
For
ariadneHer dare: Write a dirty limerick expressing your love for a canon character no one else likes.
There once was a man called Dung
Who was actually quite well hung
We fucked until dawn
And then he was gone
Since then my heart hasn't sung
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ginnyatheart A triple drabble, exactly 300 words. Her dare: Harry/Ron; cleaning, eggs, sausage.
Harry looked up from where he was scrubbing the floor of the Great Hall, glaring at Ron. He still wasn't sure why his friend had started the food fight that had resulted in the two of them having to clean up the mess without magic, but he was glad their breakfast had been sausage and eggs and not something like pancakes and syrup. He sighed and got back to work.
"Don't act like you're mad at me," Ron demanded from the other side of the table. "This was all your fault."
"My fault?" Harry asked indignantly. "How was this my fault?"
"Oh, don't give me that. You know -- the way you were sitting their flirting with Hermione!" Ron stood up and leaned slightly across the table.
"Flirting with Hermione? I wasn't flirting with her! And besides, I thought you were over her; now you're jealous of me because of her?" Harry stood up too, standing in front of Ron with the table between them, his voice rising.
"I'm not jealous of you, you prat! I'm jealous of her, dammit! The way you always let her touch you and lean on you, it's unfair, that's what it is!"
"You're -- Wait, what?" Harry stopped, confused.
Ron stared at him for a moment. "Oh, bloody hell!" he whispered before leaning across the table and kissing Harry fiercely, thinking this may be his only chance and he had better not bollocks it up.
Harry was grinning when he pulled away. "I never did that with Hermione."
"Good," Ron answered, climbing over the table and sitting on the edge of the opposite side so Harry was standing between his spread legs. "If you had, I would have to throw something more than breakfast at you."
Harry laughed and leaned in for another kiss.
(and, of course, wild table!sex ensued, but there's no way in HELL I'm writing THAT! *shudders*)
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wildegirl_05 A double drabble, exactly 200 words.Her dare: i dare you to write a fluffy h/d drabble where the words baby, honeybun and sugar are used. and they have to discuss m-preg.
"Draco, isn't this amazing?"
Draco glanced at Harry before returning his gaze to the sticky treat he held disdainfully between his thumb and forefinger. "What did you say this was called again?"
"A honeybun," Harry answered distractedly. "Why didn't you tell me this could happen? After all I said about wanting a family?"
"How much sugar is in this thing?" Draco realized from Harry's silence that the change of subject route wasn't working too well. "It only happens once every three or four generations, and it has been a very long time since it happened in this branch of the family." He sighed. "And you can get excited about it! You're not the one that's going to get fat and end up waddling when you walk and have to be compared to a girl!"
Harry bit back a laugh as he leaned across the table and pressed a gentle kiss to the forehead of a pouting Draco. "I'm excited because the baby with be ours, yours and mine. I swear I'll love you even when you're fat and waddling. And I'll never compare you to a girl."
"Fine," Draco relented with a glare. "But I get to pick the name."
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Date: 2006-04-09 10:49 pm (UTC)i think i just conditioned myself to expect crack!fluff ya know. this was a very lovely surprise.
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Date: 2006-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)now, I'm gonna go write Ginny/Neville for
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Date: 2006-04-09 11:39 pm (UTC)Love the drabbles. I'm impressed you got them done with all that chatting last evening.
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Date: 2006-04-10 01:58 am (UTC)LoL. I've still got more to do. I'm good at multitasking, though. Wanna chat again? *g*
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Date: 2006-04-10 02:00 am (UTC)Harry/Ron works for me
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Date: 2006-04-10 02:03 am (UTC)Why is my flist full of people who like things like Harry/Ron and mpreg? *shakes head*
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