The Whimsical Drabble Tree Of Win!
Okay, first off: How much does this team rock? Because I think it totally rocks! We are so gonna win this thing! (See, Caers? This team rocks so much, it even taught me where to put the o instead of the u!)
Well, we have a day or two of lull before the big postings start, so I thought we might want some more "Yay! We Still Rock" events in between. The Pornlets are still going on ::pokes everyone else::, but with Z's permission, I thought I might start something else to run at the same time.
So without further ado, we have our very own Drabble Tree Of Ultimate Whimsy! It'll run from Noon Today (Wednesday PST) until Noon Friday (PST). Rules are simple:
Ray groaned, dropping heavily into the over-padded chair. "I hate you. I hate your whole family. You all suck."
Fraser nodded with long practice, "Yes, Ray, I know." He leaned down to gently lift Ray's feet up onto the matching stool before pulling a warm knit blanket (a gift from Frannie which she insists she made herself and Fraser had decided not to comment on the small sip of white paper receipt he'd also found in the box upon it's arrival) over Ray's feet, tucking it up around his hips.
"No, I mean it. You all suck beyond words here, Fraser."
"Yes, Ray, I heard you." he walked around to the back of the chair, leaning Ray forward just enough to slide a small, flat pillow behind his back. "It is, after all, the same thing you've been saying for the last eight months."
Ray twisted around to glare at him, and Fraser realised he may not have mumbled that last part quite as quietly as he hand intended.
Ray's eyes narrowed, "I hate you all." He threw himself back into the seat, blowing out a hard breath. From across the room, Dief whinnied, looking at Ray. Ray sighed, "Alright, Mutt, not you, you didn't do this."
Ray spun again, pointing his finger fiercely at Fraser, "But you? You don't get to talk to me for another few weeks, you hear me?"
Fraser nodded and sighed again, "Perhaps I'll go see if Dr. Broanson has any further ideas on how to help with the ankle swelling, shall it?"
Ray glared and settling deeper into the chair with a wiggle of his shoulders, "Yeah." he grumbled, folding his arms around the swell of his belly, "Yeah, you go do that, Ben."
Whimsy For The Win! \drabbles/
ETA: Drabble tree is now closed. Thank you guys! So much fun! ::tosses sprkels:: The drabbles can be read in the comments.
Well, we have a day or two of lull before the big postings start, so I thought we might want some more "Yay! We Still Rock" events in between. The Pornlets are still going on ::pokes everyone else::, but with Z's permission, I thought I might start something else to run at the same time.
So without further ado, we have our very own Drabble Tree Of Ultimate Whimsy! It'll run from Noon Today (Wednesday PST) until Noon Friday (PST). Rules are simple:
- Each new drabble (of whatever length, we aren't gonna be a stickler about this, after all, it's about whimsy!) needs to quote a line from a previous drabble. Full sentences, or even just fragments of one, are fine for inspiration.
- Be sure you reply directly to the drabble that you were inspired by, and put the quoted words into your subject line.
- Drabbles can be about anything, and do not need to be related in anyway to any other drabble being posted, just go where the Whimsy takes you!
Ray groaned, dropping heavily into the over-padded chair. "I hate you. I hate your whole family. You all suck."
Fraser nodded with long practice, "Yes, Ray, I know." He leaned down to gently lift Ray's feet up onto the matching stool before pulling a warm knit blanket (a gift from Frannie which she insists she made herself and Fraser had decided not to comment on the small sip of white paper receipt he'd also found in the box upon it's arrival) over Ray's feet, tucking it up around his hips.
"No, I mean it. You all suck beyond words here, Fraser."
"Yes, Ray, I heard you." he walked around to the back of the chair, leaning Ray forward just enough to slide a small, flat pillow behind his back. "It is, after all, the same thing you've been saying for the last eight months."
Ray twisted around to glare at him, and Fraser realised he may not have mumbled that last part quite as quietly as he hand intended.
Ray's eyes narrowed, "I hate you all." He threw himself back into the seat, blowing out a hard breath. From across the room, Dief whinnied, looking at Ray. Ray sighed, "Alright, Mutt, not you, you didn't do this."
Ray spun again, pointing his finger fiercely at Fraser, "But you? You don't get to talk to me for another few weeks, you hear me?"
Fraser nodded and sighed again, "Perhaps I'll go see if Dr. Broanson has any further ideas on how to help with the ankle swelling, shall it?"
Ray glared and settling deeper into the chair with a wiggle of his shoulders, "Yeah." he grumbled, folding his arms around the swell of his belly, "Yeah, you go do that, Ben."
Whimsy For The Win! \drabbles/
ETA: Drabble tree is now closed. Thank you guys! So much fun! ::tosses sprkels:: The drabbles can be read in the comments.