thebattycakes: (gym)
thebattycakes ([personal profile] thebattycakes) wrote in [community profile] ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
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What? No DE AGAIN?

What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.

It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.

Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!

Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?

OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!

PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/

And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.

Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!

So:

Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!

Easy, no? Fun, yes?

Aright then, let's go get 'em!


[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]

[identity profile] bodldops.livejournal.com 2011-09-30 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
Puss in Boots - Dancing to the Vienna Waltz
cat_wth_panache: (on my honor)

Puss in Boots: Twinkle Toes

[personal profile] cat_wth_panache 2011-10-06 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
His boots move in perfect step, his tail and whiskers sway with the sashay of his body's movements, and Puss glides across the empty ball room floor; one hand on his chest the other out in the air in a delicate arc.

"You see, dance is like fighting, and fighting is like dance. Let the music take you, let it fill you until it bursts from your corozon."

He spins, dips and bows with an imaginary partner, then ends on a grand twirl, chin up, arm out and smirk on.

"Now, you try."

Shrek looks down at the suit they've stuffed him into, at the mop they've dug up to serve as his partner, and shakes his head.

"Yeah, fat chance you'll catch me doin' that."

He drops the mop, pulls off his black tie, and walks off scratching his rump.

Left alone, Puss and Donkey look at each other, make a face, and walk off in opposite directions.

Far Far Away's Dancing with the Stars will just have to look elsewhere.