This is for anyone who hates a particular character and wishes to bash them in fic form. But you don't have to just use a mini-fic to bash them, you can also make a list of ways to annoy them as well, as long as a fic comes with it.
Try not to get too savage though. Even if you hate a character with the insane raging fire of a thousand burning suns, try to keep it light hearted and humourous. Incorporating yourself into the fic is especially fun too, I'd just like to point that out, as long as there's no "and then he died a horrible death and went to hell, but I resurrected him and killed him again." No one wants that.
No overly long fics please, and keep the rating between G-PG and remember to use the fanfic header.
This thread was the idea of both Crystal Wildfyr and I, and I sincerely apologise for the terrible name. I couldn't think at the time.
Have fun!!! :)

Da Suga Queen. Since you're so awesome at this sorta thing, can you make me one where Kitt beats up Artha?

you make them yourself DF...

hey you don't need to be mean Cw if Da Suga Queen doesn't want to do requests she would have said so. You don't need to be mean to her. Some people look to others because they want help on it.

Actually, it's a good idea for me to do one first. That way, you'll know what you can do. Also, the idea of requests/challenges is a good one too. If you have a request, tell us and anyone can take it.

Seven ways for Kitt to annoy Artha.
1. Whenever he enters the room, say "DID SOMEONE FART????" and glare at him suspiciously.

2. "ACCIDENTALLY" slip laxatives into Beau's feed and say 'He's YOUR dragon, hero boy, he chose YOU, and that means he also chose you to clean up his poo-poos.'
Watch him clean it up and LAUGH LIKE A MANIAC.

3. Dye his hair pink. (I personally think it would cool. Better than that AWFUL blue-black and oh sho coolies white streak.)

4. Make him watch hours of horror movies, then repeatedly prank call him saying “You will die in seven days…’

5. Steal all his candybars and put him on a diet. Then chain him to a treadmill, make Moordryd his insane fitness instructor and eat chocolate in front of him. (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!)

6. Dress up as an alien and stand uncomfortably close to him. Tell him you’re a Personal Space Invader.

7. Dart around the place loudly and suspiciously while humming the theme from Mission Impossible. When you him, put your fingers into the shape of a gun and say “BANG.”
Insist that he fall down dead.

And now, I do a fic on how Kitt turns Artha INTO HER SLAVE with no plot, substance or fleshy
ideas….

Rating: PG
Warnings: No plot or substance, meh.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will.
Concrit: Encouraged

'Artha, would you rather be a pimple or a boil?'
'Kitt, I'm undergoing extensive training to release the dragon and save the whole world, do you think that a question like that could wait for maybe, five minutes?'
'Four.' Kitt challenged.
'What?'
'I'm haggling, dummy. Three minutes, and that's my final offer.'
'How about never?'
'ONE MINUTE!!!!' Kitt bellowed.
Artha stepped back, bemused at Kitt’s strange behaviour. Beau glanced at Wyldfyr who shrugged as much as a dragon could.
‘Okay, Kitt, maybe you should lie down, you know, rest and recuperate?’ Artha suggested.
‘You’re avoiding the question Artha,’ Kitt said seriously.
‘What question?’
‘Whether you’d rather be a pimple or a boil.’
‘…’
‘I’m WAITING Artha,’ she said, tapping her foot.
‘Neither, of course! Why would I want to be a great oozing ball of pus?’ he snapped.
‘Well, I thought that job would suit you just right. Now choose! Neither is not an answer!’
‘A… pimple?’ he said tentatively.
‘Oh… Artha, Artha, Artha…’ Kitt shook her head sadly.
‘What?’ he cried. ‘What is it?’
‘How… the poor boil…’ Kitt murmured softly.
‘Okay, okay!’ Artha said hurriedly. ‘I’ll be a boil!’
‘Now why would you say that?’ she demanded.
‘You… er, looked sad?’
‘I see…’ Kitt suddenly put on her best sad face. ‘Artha,’ she whispered, bottom lip quivering. ‘Will you get me a big bowl of ice cream?’
‘Yes, YES!!! Come on, don’t cry, what flavour?’ he said hurriedly.
‘Chocolate,’ she sniffed. ‘And… while you’re at it, could you muck out Wyldfyr’s stall, polish my trophies and repair my gear?’
‘Um…’
Five minutes later, Kitt was reclining comfortably on an easy chair eating a bowl of ice-cream, watching Artha scrub her numerous trophies.
‘Scrub harder!’ she ordered. ‘I want that to shine more than Connor’s bald patch!’
Artha mumbled something under his breath and rubbed it as hard as he could.
‘What was that?’ she snarled.
‘Nuffin,’ he muttered.
Kitt pulled out a whip and started thrashing him.
‘Arg, OW!!!’ he squealed.
‘No talking!’ she shouted.
Lance came in, growing fat on his fifth candy bar, and saw Artha scrubbing gear with Kitt beating him from behind. His jaw dropped.
‘ARTHA!! What are you doing? Why are you letting a girl beat you up? You’re better than her! SHE’S A GIRL!!!’ he wailed, going on one of his pointless, sexist rants.
‘And hon, you are one ugly little beast,’ Kitt remarked. She turned her whip to him and snapped his backside. ‘NOW GO AND MUCK OUT THOSE STALLS!!!’
Lance squealed almost as girlishly as his brother and scurried out of the room.
‘Ahhh… this is the life,’ she grinned.

Get the idea? Yeah,. not a very good example, but I'm thinking of doing one where Artha and the Race Marshall go to Weight Watchers.... :plot:

I think that sound a little rough Crystal Wildfyr, you can also say that in another way.
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I love your ff Da Suga Queen, it was so funny, poor Artha, things didn't turn as he espected ^_^
I only have one question, where did she get that whip? From Moordryd? :D

kk, sorry...
nice one Da' Suga Queen, Artha bashy, I'm making one where Artha gets owned by a squirrel *squirrel cheep* :faint:

LOL that sounds hillarious... but I am open for requests... just make sure that you got enough detail of the request... here will be my form for a request on this topic only. One at a time please I already am trying to catch up with my other stories.... been off alot now and I got to catch up with the others.

Form For This Topic Story Requests

Chapters:
Plot:
Characters:
Characters that should get extremely hurt:
How do you want it to end:
Any Characters pairing:

Thanks Da Suga Queen! :cookie: :cookie: :cookie: :cookie: :)

No problem! Okay Deathshallcome, you have to make one that bashes... ARTHA!!!
It seems to be a trend. Plus it's fun!
Chapters: no more than four, maybe 800-1500 words.
Plot: Artha has a run in with Kitt Fans, Moordryd Fangirls, Artha fangirls and Artha haters all in one day.
Characters: Artha, Beau, The Penn Crew, Moordryd, Khatah, the rabid Artha fangirls and the groups of people with flaming torches and pitchforks...
Characters that should get extremely hurt: Artha (obviously!) plus Khatah who is randomly injured somehow.
How do you want it to end: With Kitt giving Artha one almighty kick in the rear.
Any Characters pairing: Moordryd and Kitt. (with Moordryd fangirls in the background, AWKWARD)

oh gosh... this is gonna be hard... I shall have it done as soon as possible... and don't worry... artha will be in need of some medical treatment when I am done with him *evil grin*

Sounds good! Ooh, can you make me a Moordryd fangirl? That would be awesome if I was randomly there chasing after Moordryd! :D

Oh, and can you have me in there as a MoordrydxKitt shipper!

Maybe me as a Moordryd fangirl? ;)

:D That fic will be fun to read. ^_^

The Sue Booster

I think I bash Artha and Connor in there. Artha's pretty stupid, Connor's not that bright either, and Lance is the smartest one there. :D

Woah, awesome fic! How long did it take you to write all that?

Um... cool. I like it!

Thanks. :) I only wrote a little bit each day spanning for a few months. But if I had written more than 100 words each few days or more, than it probably would've taken less time to do. I'm slow when it comes to writing anything. :P

hold your horses! I just got back..... now I gotta think of a way to make something funny.

COMPLETED REQUEST ONE!

Arthas worst day!

"Artha penn...... the guy who rescued that kid..... is in some need of rescue himself!" A new reporter said "Right now Artha is being chased by an old woman who claims that he bumped into her. Khatah apperantly had slipped on a banana peel and had twisted his ankle. And had seen Artha bump into the old lady."


Meanwhile back with Artha

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO BUMP INTO YOU!!!" Artha screamed as he was being chased by the old lady... who had her cane up in the air and was waving it madly. "You should have shought about that before you broke my shake teshe!" The lady rambled as she was catching up to him and bonking him on the head.


Beau watched as Artha ran to and fro with the old lady behind him. He turned around and saw Moordryd kissing Kitt with Wyldfyr watching out for anyone. Beau rolled his eyes and watched with glee as Artha was running back and forth. Soon Artha crashed into where Parmon was working. "ARTHA!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY GREATEST INVENTION!!!!! YOU ARE GONNA PAY SO GREATLY FOR THAT!!!!!" Parmon screamed as both him and the old lady began to chase him. Parmon with his blocking staff and the old lady with the cane. Beau had his tail out and was relaxing.... when Artha stepped on it! Beau whined and growled. Arthas pulps dylated as he ran extremely fast! Now he had a 10 ton dragon chasing him and was gaining on him! Artha quickly dashed into an alley. Beau growled and roared at him.. he couldn't enter this small alley. Beau gave up and walked away..... he actually dip toed and hid and awaited Artha to come out. Artha suddenly ran out with something chasing him. Beau looked and rolled back onto his back and laughed really hard. Artha had disturbed a family of crow drags! They pecked at his head pulling out his hair. Artha ran tripped and fell into a gigantic pill of dragon poo.

Artha finally got back and saw Moordryd kissing Kitt! His face burned with jealiousy. He stomped up to them. Kitt saw this. "Let me handle him" She said to Moordryd. She stood in his way of getting to Moordryd. "eeewwww....... you stink. Get out of here! I love Moordryd not you!" Kitt said. "I am not budging anywhere!" Artha said. Moordryd handed kitt a sludge hammer. "If your not moving I am gonna make you move!" Kitt yelled as she sludged him from his rear and into the air. "Hes going... hes going.... he gone." Moordryd said "Now where were we?" Kitt said "Oh I remember." Moordryd said as he held her close and kissed her.

The End



Artha came crashing down..... into a dumpster.... "This.... is my worest.... day...." Artha said "It can't get any worse....." A really fat woman came and saw Artha. "OOOHHHH YOUR SO CUTE!!!!!!!" She said as she picked him up and carried him home. "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!!"


THE TRUE END

Nice DSC! Sludge hammer... (XD) :faint: :dance: :wub: :cookie: :cookie: :cookie:

sorry that I couldn't put you guys in there..... it just would have been way to darn wierd! No offense at all.

Hehe. Artha was being chased by an old lady with her cane. :D Poor Artha at the end. ^_^

:wub: :wub: :wub: I loved the ending! How random was that old lady? I can just imagine her screaming "NO RESPECT FOR THE ELDERLY!!" and randomly bashing him with her cane. (although I think you should have made it that she was running him down with her motorised push cart while the Jaws theme was playing in the background.... >.< NM) Good job!
Okay, anyone got another challenge?

H'm, not a challenge nor request, but I'm noticing a trend; All the bashy fics/lists are to harm Artha! Anybody hate Parm? Or Moordryd? (I'm not saying I hate them) Old lady+cane= :faint:

well thats because most people here hate artha ^_^ including you.

True... true... unleash the bashers! :faint: (since he has no fans appearantly....)

Challenge to whoever wants to do it: bash Chute!

And if anyone wants to suggest something for me to write, I will, since right now I'm in a bit of a writing mood. Though I might not be to good at bashing characters. :P

you still need to get the part needed for our story Liliwen

*Eyes get big* Chute... no... not Chute... do Stewarrd.

hey! Don't pick on poor steward! Pick on........ The Race Marshel!

Heh, yah, do him. He's creepy.

Amen to that.