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firewhiskeyficTitle: Drip Drip Drop
Author:songquake
I am of legal drinking age in my region: That's a big fat YES for me.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Pansy Parkinson/Pomona Sprout.
Challenge/Prompts used: Ket's see, here's the list, I'll strike 'em out as I meet them.
Pansy Parkinson
April Showers
Greenhouse 3
Wolfsbane
Under the Stars
Bird's Nest
That combo shouldnt' be hard a t all .
Summary: A valient attempt to get all the prompts in
Rating/Warnings: It's very hand-wavy, so... T? Mentions of sex and drugs.
Word count: 931
Author's Notes (if any): I was neither creative nor drunk enough for this. No prizes, I expect.
The rain driving against the glas of greenhouse 3 was not what Panys had ever considered an "april shoer." April showers should be gentle, soft. Reminiscent of the Diseny animated film her older stistser had snuck her otu to see when they were wee. "drip drip drop, little april showers...." Diasy was always the risk daring one. Pansy liked to stay comfrotale.
Which she wasn't, having ducked intot his green hosue in order to keep her shoes from sinking ever fruther into the mud. Pansy was decidedly uncomfortabel. And the author isn't drunk enough. Both the author's thinking and typing are too lucid to keep going. But perhaps this gives me opportunity to code? Little April Shower Which is actually excatly teh kidn of rain that Pansy was experiencing when she escaped into Greenhouse 3. Abd having successfully coded hat, I'll try to promise not to code anymore. because another drink is coursing its way into my system and my face is getting warm and this meands that soon I'l forget to close tags and such.
Pansy indeed wanted to crawl in and hide unders someone nice and warm and larer than she was, like Bambi hid underneath his mother, you know? THe qeustion was who would be in teh greenhouse for her to be buried underneath? Who knows? Likely suspects include nevilee, professor sprout, and Hagrid, but just becuse Hagrid is really big adn might feel nice to be squished underneat.
So there she was in Greenhouse 3. Now there may be some canon about what existsin Greenhouse 3, but I certainly don't remember it. Howeve, "wolfsbane" is a prompt so I'm going to say that Greenhosue 3 grows wolfsbane (aconite) and some other things. The woflsbane in greenhouse 3 was an unusually vibrant blue, which Pansy thought was relaly pretty but also knew made it a particulalry violent species As in the poison of it was vioent. And I want also to note that I lookedd up aconite in Wikipedia and it says that aconte is an entire fucking GENUS not just one kin of olant so i don't evn now what they're talking about trying to make a delicate potion out of it. And snape doesn't knwo wht he's tlking about, since monkshood and wolfsbane are different cukding specieas of aconitum. Handwave JKR, she doesn't knwo what eh's tlakign about when it ocmes to science. Or veing a good person. anyway aconite. like many toxins, if you dilute it it makes you feel...well, not dead. A little less inhibited, perhaps. Not to mentionthat it was also gowing next to the cannabis whcih i have to mention because 4/20 was two days ago. So a perso could have good time.
Imagine stumbling, soaking wet and not in a good way, into Greenhouse three and smelling... well, teh weed smelled sweeter than usual. and lo and behold there is professor sprout smoking a joint!
"Professor....?" Pansy said. NOt stuttering becuase I can't be gothered to type a stutterl. (Listen, I'm really phoning it in for the plot this time, going from one prompt to the next, early in order.) Pansy's robes were soaked knickers still dry though, alas.
"Miss Paaaaarkenson," Professor sprout said lazily. "Fancy meeting you here. what brings you to my cosy littel greenhouse?"
Pansy's eyes widened, and then she jumpeda s thuder stuck. and teh tympani rolled. drip drip drop. "Profesor, I was caught out in the rain, and soaked through, and I didn't want ot have to trudge throuhg the mud alllllll the eay back to the castle. She sheivered, and saw professor Sprout smile. She let herself shiver some moor. "I just want ot warm up, and to feel safe and cosy and happy."
{97 poor dear," Profeossor spriout said. "Well, I suppose I'm alreay being inappropriate by letting you see me spmoroke up, so woudl you be wiling for me to do other ianppropriate things with you if it would make you feel cosy and cared for?"
Pansy's not stupid. She's also not straight and as had a crush on her herbology professor for AGES. It's why she conitnued with Herbology ieven though it messed with ehr manicures and een though she was much better at almost everyother subject (care of magical creatures excepted, of course, nobody was actually good at that). (I also want ot mention that your author hads reached the stage where i tye with my eyes closed becuase things swim less tht way and touch typing is al ot esier. But If my fingersar rent on the right keyes, this could all og haywire.) So she agrees to feeling cosy adn well cared for.
But I don't wantt o write it, so we're handwaving the sex part. Sorry not sorry. I'm really tired here.
THis is a shitty story. I am sorry about htat. Maybe someday I'll sober up and write a more satisfying middle.
Pnsy had been feling somewhat nervous, but the driving rain (remember the rain?) and the thunder had her outright panikceing. SO Madam Sorout wrapped her up in her own cloak and held Pansy so tight she ouldnt worry about anything but the weight on toop of her, Whic actually made her drip drip drop a little into her knickers. And then Madam Sprout kissed her and they made out until Pansy's bob and Sprout's updo were both veritible brids nests.
When they finally emerged form the greenhouse, there was a starry sky above them. They kissed again. "you can come find me when the rain falls, " Professor sprout promised.
Still high, Pansy grinned.
Author:
songquakeI am of legal drinking age in my region: That's a big fat YES for me.
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Pansy Parkinson/Pomona Sprout.
Challenge/Prompts used: Ket's see, here's the list, I'll strike 'em out as I meet them.
April Showers
Greenhouse 3
Wolfsbane
Under the Stars
Bird's Nest
That combo shouldnt' be hard a t all .
Summary: A valient attempt to get all the prompts in
Rating/Warnings: It's very hand-wavy, so... T? Mentions of sex and drugs.
Word count: 931
Author's Notes (if any): I was neither creative nor drunk enough for this. No prizes, I expect.
The rain driving against the glas of greenhouse 3 was not what Panys had ever considered an "april shoer." April showers should be gentle, soft. Reminiscent of the Diseny animated film her older stistser had snuck her otu to see when they were wee. "drip drip drop, little april showers...." Diasy was always the risk daring one. Pansy liked to stay comfrotale.
Which she wasn't, having ducked intot his green hosue in order to keep her shoes from sinking ever fruther into the mud. Pansy was decidedly uncomfortabel. And the author isn't drunk enough. Both the author's thinking and typing are too lucid to keep going. But perhaps this gives me opportunity to code? Little April Shower Which is actually excatly teh kidn of rain that Pansy was experiencing when she escaped into Greenhouse 3. Abd having successfully coded hat, I'll try to promise not to code anymore. because another drink is coursing its way into my system and my face is getting warm and this meands that soon I'l forget to close tags and such.
Pansy indeed wanted to crawl in and hide unders someone nice and warm and larer than she was, like Bambi hid underneath his mother, you know? THe qeustion was who would be in teh greenhouse for her to be buried underneath? Who knows? Likely suspects include nevilee, professor sprout, and Hagrid, but just becuse Hagrid is really big adn might feel nice to be squished underneat.
So there she was in Greenhouse 3. Now there may be some canon about what existsin Greenhouse 3, but I certainly don't remember it. Howeve, "wolfsbane" is a prompt so I'm going to say that Greenhosue 3 grows wolfsbane (aconite) and some other things. The woflsbane in greenhouse 3 was an unusually vibrant blue, which Pansy thought was relaly pretty but also knew made it a particulalry violent species As in the poison of it was vioent. And I want also to note that I lookedd up aconite in Wikipedia and it says that aconte is an entire fucking GENUS not just one kin of olant so i don't evn now what they're talking about trying to make a delicate potion out of it. And snape doesn't knwo wht he's tlking about, since monkshood and wolfsbane are different cukding specieas of aconitum. Handwave JKR, she doesn't knwo what eh's tlakign about when it ocmes to science. Or veing a good person. anyway aconite. like many toxins, if you dilute it it makes you feel...well, not dead. A little less inhibited, perhaps. Not to mentionthat it was also gowing next to the cannabis whcih i have to mention because 4/20 was two days ago. So a perso could have good time.
Imagine stumbling, soaking wet and not in a good way, into Greenhouse three and smelling... well, teh weed smelled sweeter than usual. and lo and behold there is professor sprout smoking a joint!
"Professor....?" Pansy said. NOt stuttering becuase I can't be gothered to type a stutterl. (Listen, I'm really phoning it in for the plot this time, going from one prompt to the next, early in order.) Pansy's robes were soaked knickers still dry though, alas.
"Miss Paaaaarkenson," Professor sprout said lazily. "Fancy meeting you here. what brings you to my cosy littel greenhouse?"
Pansy's eyes widened, and then she jumpeda s thuder stuck. and teh tympani rolled. drip drip drop. "Profesor, I was caught out in the rain, and soaked through, and I didn't want ot have to trudge throuhg the mud alllllll the eay back to the castle. She sheivered, and saw professor Sprout smile. She let herself shiver some moor. "I just want ot warm up, and to feel safe and cosy and happy."
{97 poor dear," Profeossor spriout said. "Well, I suppose I'm alreay being inappropriate by letting you see me spmoroke up, so woudl you be wiling for me to do other ianppropriate things with you if it would make you feel cosy and cared for?"
Pansy's not stupid. She's also not straight and as had a crush on her herbology professor for AGES. It's why she conitnued with Herbology ieven though it messed with ehr manicures and een though she was much better at almost everyother subject (care of magical creatures excepted, of course, nobody was actually good at that). (I also want ot mention that your author hads reached the stage where i tye with my eyes closed becuase things swim less tht way and touch typing is al ot esier. But If my fingersar rent on the right keyes, this could all og haywire.) So she agrees to feeling cosy adn well cared for.
But I don't wantt o write it, so we're handwaving the sex part. Sorry not sorry. I'm really tired here.
THis is a shitty story. I am sorry about htat. Maybe someday I'll sober up and write a more satisfying middle.
Pnsy had been feling somewhat nervous, but the driving rain (remember the rain?) and the thunder had her outright panikceing. SO Madam Sorout wrapped her up in her own cloak and held Pansy so tight she ouldnt worry about anything but the weight on toop of her, Whic actually made her drip drip drop a little into her knickers. And then Madam Sprout kissed her and they made out until Pansy's bob and Sprout's updo were both veritible brids nests.
When they finally emerged form the greenhouse, there was a starry sky above them. They kissed again. "you can come find me when the rain falls, " Professor sprout promised.
Still high, Pansy grinned.
drip drip drip
Date: 2022-04-25 05:39 pm (UTC)Kudos on successful drunk-YouTube-linking. It has been decades since I saw Bambi and I had completely forgotten that scene, so it was very helpful.
I adore the mid-story Wikipedia info-dumping, because that right there is just a huge gleeful part of fanfic. I devote half my stories to texting my best friend going, "OMG, I was researching this story and...Did you know...?!"
This is how we get the best Firewhiskey Fic. I miss the older style keyboards though. Remember when the keys would do a satisfactory sort of click when you typed? Much easier to keep your hands on the right keys that way too.
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Date: 2022-04-27 08:24 pm (UTC)I also loved Pansy just trolling for anyone who would be a weighted blanket for her and whoever was in Greenhouse 3 would do.
I loved the authorial asides, the skipped smut! This was a delight!
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Date: 2022-04-28 02:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-04-29 04:01 am (UTC)In vino veritas: Handwave JKR, she doesn't knwo what eh's tlakign about when it ocmes to science. Or veing a good person.