Mmmbop Wands
Thursday, March 9, 2006
3:30PM - *growl*
*stamps feet* I JUST WROTE A BIG HUGE UPDATE AND ITS GONE AND I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE!
DAMN YOU, LJ! DAMN YOU TO HECK, YOU ILLIGITAMATE SON OF ILLIGITAMATE BASTARDNESS! (AND YES, I AM FULLY AWARE I PROBABLY SPELLED "ILLIGITAMATE" WRONG!!)
*kicks internets*
pissed offSunday, July 3, 2005
12:07AM - Chapter 9, finally
Oy vey. I know, I’m a bad person for not updating sooner. Yeah, yeah.
Okay, well, here goes Part Nine!!
( Part Nine: Bathroom Break in Which Ron is Reminded That he is Handily in Love With HarryCollapse )
I know it's short, Cricket. Don't eat me. I'll write more much sooner next time! I promise!!</small.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
11:13PM - Chapter 8 - Flying Closer to the Flame
Well, see? Here it is... just like I promised
:oP See you beat THAT, Vixx. (you may whomp me at writing, but I have my speediness)
( Flying Closer to the FlameCollapse )
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Oh, and Rwandan's is a guitar company that I made up... Yeah, just now... Quit looking at me like that!
*PS. tell me what you think? Please? I'll give you pron!*
anxiousSunday, May 8, 2005
9:24PM
Part Seven, picks up where Part Six leaves off.
( Holding pretty musicians captive was a lot more work than Draco had expected.Collapse )
Tuesday, March 8, 2005
6:36PM - Number six... its very short and poorly thought-out..
I apologize for this part, but its a bridge and I'm between ideas right now. So yeah, anyways, on with the Hanson/Potter madness! ( Read more...Collapse )
pessimisticFriday, February 25, 2005
6:02PM - Installment 5
( Installment 5 WOOT! Featuring a very crazy Harry and a very horny Draco. Not necessarily in that order. Collapse )
This one is a bit silly, but still fun. Khrysty let me know what you think!
Friday, February 18, 2005
Saturday, January 22, 2005
6:04AM - Chapter 3 - *a short one*
amusedTuesday, January 18, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2022
10:08PM - Welcome to Mmmbop Wands!
Welcome, and we are pleased to bring you Mmmbop Wands!
Before I say anything more here, I'd like to encourage you to head over to the community info page and see what we're all about.
Onward: This story will be updated as often as possible, and any and all comments would be appreciated. If you have suggestions or thoughts that are not chapter specific, you may leave them in comments to this post, otherwise do so at the end of each chapter. Khrysty and Vixx (me), your mods, would love to hear from you!
Enough introducing. Welcome.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
8:04PM - Woah... First chapter.. I RULE!
Zac shifted in his bed, covering his face with a pillow sweaty from the dream that had awoken him. No, I’m not getting up yet. I am going to sleep until nine even if it kills me. Suddenly a familiar voice grated through his semi-consciousness from the doorway.
“Come on Zac, it’s time to get up.”
“Mmmph,” he says through the pillow, which immediately is snatched away, shocking him with the crispness of the cool air against his too hot skin. “Leave me alone, Ike!” he yells before throwing the covers above his head.
“Okay, Mr. Effing-Rock-Star, you’ll just have to miss out on the muffins I made.”
“What kind of muffins?” he asks, one eye poking over the edge of the navy blue comforter hopefully. Please say blueberry… c’mon blueberry! He prays inside his head.
His elder brother laughs at his childishness before replying, “Blueberry, of course. With butter, not margarine, and some fresh coffee. But if you’re not interested, I’m sure Tay would-”
Zac shoots out from under the covers and heads for the door, “Why didn’t you say so?” He erupts into the kitchen and is halfway finished stuffing his second muffin into his mouth when he realizes there is someone in the room who isn’t family. And then he remembers he is half naked. “Um, hello.” He says through a mouth filled with blueberry-baked goodness, feebly trying to cover himself with an arm across his chest.
“Hello,” the person replies, not looking really interested in him, but more looking for Isaac.
“Can I help you?”
The person smiles, “No, I don’t think so. I’m waiting for Ike.”
Zac relaxes a little; it’s one of Ike’s friends and not some random person in his kitchen. “Okay, well I am sure he’ll be back in a moment, but if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get dressed.” The stranger merely nods, distracted, and Zac runs, bumping into Isaac who was just heading back to the kitchen and bowling the both of them to the floor. “Well hello, brother dearest,” he says as he stands up, extending the hand without a muffin in it towards his elder, yet slightly more immature, sibling to help him up.
Isaac takes it and starts to stand. “Aw, Zac, I didn’t know you cared.”
At that, Zac lets go and Ike almost falls back to the floor. “Next time, Ike, tell me we have company. I just let someone have a free show.”
“Oh yeah, because you shoving a muffin down your throat is such a turn on.”
Zac, inexplicably begins to get awfully pissed off. First, his brother interrupts what could have been a nice sleep-in for once. Then, he has a stranger in the house when Zac is running around in his boxers. Finally, he has the audacity to act like Zac should have known that other people were there. “I don’t have fucking telepathy, Ike, I need to know when other people are here so I don’t embarrass myself.”
“Fine you big baby, I’ll tell you next time. Listen, I’m leaving for a few hours, just so you know. And go take a shower, you look like shit.”
“I can take care of myself, odorous.”
A scowl that only a brother can give, a pat on the shoulder – that left a bruise, Zac was surprised to discover – and he was gone, leaving Zac alone in the middle of their apartment in his skivvies.
After he had showered and threw on some jeans, he decided to work on his new song. He turned off the phone and locked his door, out of habit and privacy. Ah, no interruptions. Three and a half hours later, no closer to finishing than when he started, he turned on his phone to call his muse, but she was working. He decided then to surprise her with a visit and threw on his Ramones tee and black Converse runners. After grabbing his necessities (cell phone, wallet, guitar pick) he was out the door.
