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Post by The Yetimonster on Sept 15, 2008 20:03:36 GMT -5
I'd say stick to smaller projects.
Have there been any hits at ffnet?
Even the shittiest posts there usually get one review there after a while.
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Post by Ninnik Nishukan on Sept 15, 2008 20:31:40 GMT -5
I'd say stick to smaller projects. Have there been any hits at ffnet? Even the nacotiest posts there usually get one review there after a while. Yeah, smaller projects could be good. Like the shuffle challenge thing, even though that never seemed to be an official 'project'. It was fun, anyway.  Maybe there could just be some kind of 'just join in' thing instead of a 'we have to reach this goal' thing. I can tell you right away that it's not gonna be me who takes charge of the next project, though.  So far, we haven't received even a single review, no. I suppose it's because several of the regular D/S reviewers have already read and maybe even commented on the drabbles here at RS Net. *shrugs* I believe we have been favorited several times, though. |
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Post by Donne on Sept 15, 2008 20:44:29 GMT -5
Why hasn't this thing gotten reviewed? I didn't have much to say but threw in my two cents.
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Post by RedBlueGreen on Sept 16, 2008 3:32:23 GMT -5
So far, we haven't received even a single review, no. I suppose it's because several of the regular D/S reviewers have already read and maybe even commented on the drabbles here at RS Net. *shrugs* I bet that's the reason. It was pretty well thrashed out here. I'll go there but me and reviews, yeah.  I know, but Shego likes blue bucawk. I like regular bucawk. Blue bucawk in real life would probably be a sign of some unsavoury disease.  Blue bucawk? Now, um...I wonder if any D/S projects of this magnitude will ever take place here again. I wonder if anybody would be interested. Considering this one started in January and is only now getting finished, it does seem like a lot of work, doesn't it? It's not D/S, but it's inspired me to try making fifty Ron/Shego drabbles. I thought fifty was more likely to be completed than a hundred. I've got eight so far. |
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Post by Tea on Oct 19, 2008 17:33:08 GMT -5
Hi, I'm new here, and I just wanted to know I absolutely love this thread. I found these drabbles some weeks ago in fanfiction and here they are, all of them. Some are funny, some more serious, but I got to congratulate all of you for having achieved such a big task. Well, and thanks for having me entertained so much today.
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Post by Ninnik Nishukan on Oct 19, 2008 17:41:51 GMT -5
Yeah, it was a fun project, although it was slow. XD I'll try to post some more of the drabbles this week. Maybe I'll post twenty this time instead of ten. >____> Anyway, welcome to the board! Always nice to see people appreciating D/S.  |
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Post by CJS: The Last Fender Bender on Oct 20, 2008 0:02:22 GMT -5
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
"Have there been times when you've just wanted to give up, Shego?" Drakken lamented to his sidekick as they flew above the ocean in his hover car. They had just escaped from Drakken's main lair that had been "seized" by Kim Possible and Global Justice in an attempt to thwart his plans of global conquest.
"Oh boy, what's bothering you now, Drakken?" Shego countered, not wanting to dwell on his question.
"What's bothering me? That teenager and Global Justice think they can just waltz into my lair and attack me when I haven't done anything, that's what!" he huffed. "All I've been doing these past few weeks is tinkering with robots and death rays, low key stuff that doesn't concern them. I haven't been able to come up with any ingenious schemes in ages it seems."
Shego smirked at his logic. "Guess that explains why I've been bored out of my mind recently."
Normally he'd have gotten annoyed and angry at her lippiness, but he instead felt despair. The combination of the surprise attack and the mental block had taken its toll on his conscience. He looked out over the ocean as Shego piloted the hover car. The cloak of night allowed them an easier escape, but it made Drakken feel uneasy, reminding him of the dark cloud that had enveloped his mind recently.
"Shego, I honestly don't know what to do anymore. It's like I've lost the ability to work, and it vexes me so."
Shego sighed. He's having confidence issues again she thought. It had been awhile since Drakken had questioned his abilities, but now the problem was back, and she had to help him tackle the problem again. She turned to look at him. He was facing the side of the hover car and had his head buried in his arms.
He's been putting a lot of stress on himself lately. He seriously needs to relax... A light bulb suddenly turned on in her head and a small smile appeared on her face.
She brought the hover car to a stop, feeling confident that she and Drakken had put some distance between themselves and the lair. She turned to him, gently grabbed his broad shoulders and began to massage him. Drakken almost let his instincts get the better of him, but he quickly realized what was happening. Almost immediately his worries began to melt away and he felt far less tense. There's something about her touch that just puts me at ease he thought.
She could feel his body relaxing as she continued to work his shoulders. "Oh, poor Dr. D's so stressed from all his hard worky-worky," she said in a tone familiar to both of them, causing him to laugh. Laughter, truly the best medicine she thought, happy that both of them could now look back at the Moodulator incident and smile about it.
She moved down to work on his back while she proposed her idea to him. "You know, Drakken, we've been an item for quite a few months now, and in all that time we haven't taken any time off for ourselves. What do you say we take a vacation from world conquest and relax together in one of my many beach houses?"
The idea was nothing new to him. She had bugged him before about it. He'd put it off in lieu of potential world domination plots he thought he'd come up with. Now that he was getting nowhere in his work, and the fact that most of his resources had just been ransacked by Global Justice, he was beginning to think that Shego's plan to relax and have fun was what he needed.
"It's a deal," he said. "Where to?"
Shego was surprised but pleased at his straight forward acceptance. "Well... the Keys sound like a nice place to start. GJ wouldn't think to look for us so close to the main lair... or expect us to be having fun for that matter," she mused.
"To the Keys it is then," he declared. "...as soon as you finish my lower back," he quickly added, which caused Shego to raise an eyebrow.
"Yes, your Majesty!" she said in a highly exaggerated tone. Drakken would have frowned, but she had moved down to his lower back, making him unable to feel animosity towards her at the moment.
"I just hope this vacation clears my mind and allows me to plot once again... get my mojo back." Drakken said.
"In all honesty, I don't think you lost it." Shego said. "Who would have thought that setting all the death rays in the facility to fire in random directions would make for such a great distraction?" Drakken smiled his famous, toothy grin. He knew all those death rays scattered throughout the lair would come in handy someday.
Shego finished massaging Drakken, scooted back to her seat, and began piloting the hover car towards the Florida Keys, satisfied that she was able to convince her boss/boyfriend to take a vacation. Drakken sat back in his chair with his eyes closed, still smiling, thinking about why he had put off such a vacation for so long.
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Post by Dippy on Dec 17, 2008 2:23:47 GMT -5
And here, finally, is the last one:
069. Thunder
It was raining. It had been for the last hour or so. The wind was howling outside the lair as Drakken paced back and forth impatiently.
“What is taking them so long?”
Shego shrugged halfheartedly, not lifting her eyes from the magazine she was reading.
“I am the infamous Doctor Drakken! I have wrecked worldwide havoc! I’ve moved continents! How dare they ignore my threats?!”
A loud crack of thunder echoed through the lair as the mad scientist continued his rant.
“I will just have to teach them a lesson in common courtesy. Shego, the remote control to the Atomic Ionizer Ray.”
She looked up from her magazine. “What, you can’t get it yourself?”
“Shego, the remote control to the A. I. R.” Drakken spoke again through clenched teeth, his voice a little firmer. “Please!”
“Fine,” Shego sighed, putting her feet down of the table before grabbing the remote lying on it. “Here.”
Drakken caught the remote as she threw it to him. “Now Mr. Lau of Lau’s Takeout will learn how serious I am about his twenty-five minute delivery time! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
There was a flash of light, followed by more thunder.
“Dr. D, are you sure you wanna do this right now?”
“Yes I’m sure. I’ve had it with having to warm up my takeout! Plus, the thunder makes a perfect backdrop for my evil laugh.”
Drakken pressed the large red button on the remote, and a trap door in the floor slid open. A large satellite dish pushed appeared, the telescoping mechanics in its mounting pole pushing it towards the ceiling.
“Look at it, Shego. Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked as a second portal opened up in the ceiling, letting the rain in. The large parabolic dish passed through it, and was finally out in the open.
“Now just to power it up.” The blue skinned villain said, as he walked over to the contol panel near the base of the mounting pole.
Shego looked up from her magazine again and watch him fiddle with some buttons. “Just remember, Doc, where there’s thunder there’s…”
A bolt of lightning hit the satellite dish and traveled down through the mounting pole. As it overloaded the control panel Drakken was standing at, it sent the mad scientist flying through the room.
Shego went back to her reading material, flipping to the next page.
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Post by RedBlueGreen on Dec 17, 2008 3:35:20 GMT -5
That is brilliant, and just like them. Loved it.
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Post by Charlotte C on Dec 17, 2008 11:04:27 GMT -5
And here, finally, is the last one: 069. ThunderIt was raining. It had been for the last hour or so. The wind was howling outside the lair as Drakken paced back and forth impatiently. “What is taking them so long?” Shego shrugged halfheartedly, not lifting her eyes from the magazine she was reading. “I am the infamous Doctor Drakken! I have wrecked worldwide havoc! I’ve moved continents! How dare they ignore my threats?!” A loud crack of thunder echoed through the lair as the mad scientist continued his rant. “I will just have to teach them a lesson in common courtesy. Shego, the remote control to the Atomic Ionizer Ray.” She looked up from her magazine. “What, you can’t get it yourself?” “Shego, the remote control to the A. I. R.” Drakken spoke again through clenched teeth, his voice a little firmer. “Please!” “Fine,” Shego sighed, putting her feet down of the table before grabbing the remote lying on it. “Here.” Drakken caught the remote as she threw it to him. “Now Mr. Lau of Lau’s Takeout will learn how serious I am about his twenty-five minute delivery time! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” There was a flash of light, followed by more thunder. “Dr. D, are you sure you wanna do this right now?” “Yes I’m sure. I’ve had it with having to warm up my takeout! Plus, the thunder makes a perfect backdrop for my evil laugh.” Drakken pressed the large red button on the remote, and a trap door in the floor slid open. A large satellite dish pushed appeared, the telescoping mechanics in its mounting pole pushing it towards the ceiling. “Look at it, Shego. Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked as a second portal opened up in the ceiling, letting the rain in. The large parabolic dish passed through it, and was finally out in the open. “Now just to power it up.” The blue skinned villain said, as he walked over to the contol panel near the base of the mounting pole. Shego looked up from her magazine again and watch him fiddle with some buttons. “Just remember, Doc, where there’s thunder there’s…” A bolt of lightning hit the satellite dish and traveled down through the mounting pole. As it overloaded the control panel Drakken was standing at, it sent the mad scientist flying through the room. Shego went back to her reading material, flipping to the next page. Very nice. My favorite part was the end, when Shego just continues reading. She tried to warn him, at least. Extending the mast during a thunderstorm ...not a good idea. They don't have THIS warning in the "ENG Truck Safety Manual" at TV stations for nothing:  Okay, now I really am leaving. |
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