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 Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 12:04 pm
 Write a quick romantic scenario between two or more characters; be as descriptive or vague as you’d like, but make sure to keep Gaiaonline’s PG-13 rating in mind. The next poster will deem the scenario “yuck” or “yum!” and come up with one of their own.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 12:07 pm
Ron and Ginny spent their summer afternoon running out in the woods surrounding the Burrow, getting soaking wet due to a warm summer rain. Following their rough-housing activities, they head inside - barefoot and splattered with mud - to make out in the kitchen as the storm thickens and thunder drowns out the breath-hitching of Ginny's moans.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 7:33 am
Yum.
Mulciber let out a low groan, blood splattering as he struggled to step further into the dimly lit bar. He felt soft hands on his bare arm, softer words sounded in his ringing ears and he did what he could to follow. "You fool, look at the mess you've made of my floor," Rosmerta chokes the words out but kisses his black-smeared lips and is thankful.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 9:10 am
Yuck. talk2hand Mulciber/Rosmerta.
It's late in the afternoon; autumn has robbed the park of its shades of green, replacing them with bursts of red and gold laced with chocolate, a light breeze rustling the trees as clouds gather on the horizon. Hugo and Drake walk hand-in-hand, Hugo toting an overflowing basket for their picnic lunch. They talk easily and lovingly, the conversation littered with comfortable laughter.
But after finding a secluded stretch of crisp grass for their meal, Hugo hears a crashing in the bushes, and cautions Drake to stay put while he peers into the tangled underbrush.
Fenrir Greyback emerges, catching Hugo in the side of the head with his clawed fist. The redhead crumples as Fenrir turns his bloodshot eyes on Drake.
y/y? 4laugh
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:58 pm
YUCK. I'd say yum if he tied up Drake and went for Hugo first and made her watch and then vice versa. >:3
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'Yeh sure 'bout this... ahh...eh..?" His thick tongue darts out, flicking against gigantic, rubbery lips. Sweat drips down a crease in the middle of his forehead, down his nose and onto his bushy beard.
Reg takes another swig of the home-made mead, looking up at Hagrid with something like a grin in the dim light of the hut.
"Sure, why not?"
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