Writan Tiems? IE: Drabble Post~
B-because the musebox still exists!!
Step 1: Give me a pairing or two+ characters involving at least one of my characters!
Step 2: Give me prompts!
Step 3: I shall write at least a sentence to the request or may out write out a paragraph or even a full comment worth of fanfic.
You can refer to my full muselist if you like, or use the handy-dandy ( Read more... )
Step 1: Give me a pairing or two+ characters involving at least one of my characters!
Step 2: Give me prompts!
Step 3: I shall write at least a sentence to the request or may out write out a paragraph or even a full comment worth of fanfic.
You can refer to my full muselist if you like, or use the handy-dandy ( Read more... )
1. The Cygnus was, by far, one of the smoothest riding ships he'd ever been on. That fact made said trip at once convenient and abysmally dull. Add to that the fact that Blue, his current traveling partner, wasn't as easily irritated as someone like Fuse, he'd had to take some time considering how to proceed.
In the end, he'd just decided to offer the magician some sparring time - the wonderful thing about magic was that most of it was contained in such a small area that you didn't have collateral damage the way you would with, say, bullets or even blades. And honestly... given that they were heading back toward Mosperiburg with the Sand Vessel, this was probably a much needed endurance run for the events about to transpire. Nusakan hadn't spoken to the Time Lord in some time, but even he had trouble perceiving most of the other mystic's attacks.
At the end of it all, he'd stopped Blue before his body had given out, nodding. "Well done. You seem only barely winded," he began, making his way over to Blue to check his vitals, pushing his glasses up, "and that will be an important factor where you're going. The Time Lord will make this no less than an endurance run." he murmured. "It should be terribly interesting to watch, kuhuhu."
2. It had started out as a simple 'date' of drinks and chatter, it really had. But Naga got both boastful and forceful when she got drunk, and Rouge seemed, while quiet-toned and even-tempered, content to let her set up a contest between them.
The contest was just to see whether or not Naga was a decent enough teacher to train Rouge in making his own magic (or perhaps more accurately, and the way that she had stated it, "proof that you're good enough to learn from me!"). Simple at its core, unendingly complex in its completion. And Naga had bet on Rouge being able to learn how to summon at least something, setting the bet at one day of the loser doing basically whatever the winner wanted.
3. How had this happened?! Lyner wasn't a Reyvateil, he didn't have a way to become a child like Misha did! And yet... here she was, with a tiny Lyner running around acting... well, like she would expect. He kept saying something about how he was going to protect her forever, but then wandering off and almost getting himself into trouble.
"Aaah, you're such a hassle, Lyner..." Misha murmured as she followed the child to a tree, to catch him before he fell down. "Well, I guess it's alright this way for now, but I really need to figure out how to get you to grow up!" Sighing heavily, she just winced as Lyner tugged on her hair.
"Mishaaaaa! Can we go play another game now?!" ... Seriously, how did this happen?!
4. Perhaps the worst part about having a cavewoman for a wife was the fact that she could still have so much energy after bearing eight children. ... Actually, on second thought, it was probably that she taught all eight children to pounce on daddy the same way she always did.
In fact, as he came back from his daily outing, even though Ayla herself wasn't home, he would find himself dog-piled (ha ha ha) by eight young pups, all screaming "HOORAY, DADDY HOME!"
... At least they were all cute?
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