Fandom united <3

[birdsofshore]

I've got to do bedtime here but as soon as the young Birds are asleep, I'm in the mood for some tomfoolery. Please check back around 8 pm or so if you have time to spare for shenanigans. \o/

Here we go - in honour of hd_collab sign ups beginning today, let's collaborate. \o/ All of us, right here!

I've started a couple of stories below. Add a sentence or two and sit back and see what happens. Mix up genres, tropes, writing styles, pairings - switch fandom mid story if you feel like it. Artists and non-writers join in too - it's not meant to be a writing competition, it's meant to be fun and probably bloody ridiculous. If you don't feel like expressing yourself in words, gifs or sketches are totally admissable.

If the story branches off because two people reply to the same comment, just go with it! We can have multiple endings. If none of the stories here appeal, start your own by beginning a new comment thread and putting a TITLE for the story in the subject line.

Comment as many times as you like! Start different threads! Be creative! Be bold! Be silly! Be filthy! Keep it short and fast-moving if possible.

Don't be shy! Come and PLAYYYYYY! We might write a new fandom classic together! ♥ ♥ ♥

ETA: WE HAVE A FINISHED FIC.

How Ron Got Detention (was: Ron's Big Moment), by birdsofshore, lightofdaye, cabinetcaligari, and amorette. It branches off a few times but we got there in the end.

I have to go to bed now but please keep playing! I'd be delighted to wake up in the morning to plenty more collaborations. I'll add any finished ones to a masterlist. Have fun ♥

ETA AGAIN: WE HAVE FANART

Scuba by the lovely anemonen, an illustration for the (as yet unfinished) fic Harry's new hobby, written by anemonen, birdsofshore, capitu, dicta_contrion, praevarus, and cabinetcaligari, but especially for dicta_contrion's killer line: Harry advanced, his flippers smacking sensuously against the hardwood floors.

I'm so happy this nonsensical little fest is producing genuinely fabulous things \o/

I'm sorry, I can't play again tonight. I have to catch up on some writing, but please do read through the comments - some of them are hilarious, while others are wonderfully kinky (some are hilarious AND kinky) - and carry on playing and writing as much as you like!

Comments

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[birdsofshore]

They really should have kept Millicent away from the cocktails. She never could handle her drink, but it was a bit early to be dancing on the tables.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[anemonen.livejournal.com]

In fact, there seemed to be a feeling of anticipation going through the room. Just as Draco was about to ask Pansy what was going on, the room hushed and a spotlight hit the stage set along one side of the room.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[birdsofshore]

Draco sat up straight in his chair. A saxophone played a few sultry notes and then a lone figure walked onto the stage.

Merlin.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[anemonen.livejournal.com]

Draco could only gape at her.
"W-what- is--"
Pansy just smirked and shushed him, before turning back to the stage.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[cabinetcaligari.livejournal.com]

Draco knew he was staring and probably drooling, but he couldn't keep his eyes from the stage. Potter, long, lean and muscled, walked upon the stage, clad in only leather pants and leather boots, hugging his arse and calves like perfection.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[birdsofshore]

A wild whoop went up from the audience. Potter seemed to have his fair share of fans. He certainly was-- well, not horrible to look at.

But more than the sleek lines of his body, more than his sculpted arse tightly enclosed in leather, perhaps the most interesting thing was the way Potter looked around at the excitable crowd. A mixture of embarrassment and defiance played across his face and Draco found himself leaning forward so as not to miss whatever it was that was going to happen next.

Re: The Slytherin Reunion

[amorette.livejournal.com]

Not able to rip his eyes off the sight of Potter half naked up on stage, Draco leaned into Pansy and asked, "Why is he doing this?"

"Don't you read the Prophet? He's raising money for some charity or other. God, he looks positively miserable." She sounded almost gleeful about it.

"You just came here to watch him suffer," Draco said, finally understanding why he'd been dragged here.

"Obviously. Oh, look he's trying to dance."

Trying was right. Draco wanted to hide his face as it was painful to watch. Potter was about as graceful as a troll when it came to dancing. His hips were all over the place. And then in a split second --

"Oh my God, he fell! He fell! Omg, that's hilarious!!!"

Pansy's dreams seemed to have come true. But Draco couldn't bring himself to laugh. Potter had saved him from the fire. Potter had saved his whole family from Azkaban. He didn't deserve to be laughed at like this, especially not when he was doing something for such a good cause.

Bloody heroic tosser.

Draco stood up, sending his chair scraping backward.

"Draco, where are you going?" Pansy cried.

But he could hardly hear her, and the lights were suddenly blinding him. God, it was so hot in the room, he could feel the sweat forming under his shirt.

With his heart pounding, he -------