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: Harry Potter and the Really Bad Idea

[birdsofshore]

He peeked out from under the Invisibility Cloak. The last Slytherin had left, and there remained only Harry... and Draco Malfoy's pants.

"I dare you to sneak into their dorm and pinch a pair of Malfoy's underwear," Seamus had said with a snigger. "It will be hilarious. And perfect revenge on the Slytherins for that prank they played on us last week with the Dungbombs at breakfast."

Merlin. And Harry, like an idiot, had fallen for it.

Re: Harry Potter and the Really Bad Idea

[amorette.livejournal.com]

Harry rummaged around the drawer, although why he didn't just grab the first pair of pants, he had no idea. He was panicking because these were DRACO MALFOY's PANTS and he ended up rifling through them all. There were black ones, white ones, green ones, and pink ones.

Wait a minute.

Pink ones?!

Harry tentatively reached toward them, as if the hot pink color would burn the tips of his fingers off. But loe and behold, it didn't, and his fingers remained unsinged.

He carefully lifted the pants -- well, really, they were knickers weren't they? And they were frilly -- out of the drawer and held them up in front of his open mouthed and awed face.

Draco Malfoy had frilly pink knickers in his drawer.

Just then, there was the scratch of a knob turning and the squeak of a door opening.

Re: Harry Potter and the Really Bad Idea

[this-bloody-cat.livejournal.com]

Harry hid the knickers behind his back and pushed the drawer closed. Never in his life had he been this glad for his Invisibility Cloak. Unfortunately, the feeling was short-lived.

Malfoy frowned, looking around the room. "Is anybody here?" he asked, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Harry cursed inwardly as Malfoy leaned back against the polished wood of the door. Congratulations, he thought, either he managed to convince Malfoy to move away from the entrance without showing himself, or he'd be trapped in the Slytherin dorm with only Malfoy (Malfoy!) for company for the foreseeable future.

"I know you're here somewhere, I heard you moving as I walked in."