§ Give me a character and a word (or a few)
§ I will try and write a short drabble/headcanon about that character and said word(s)
§ Alternatively, I will try and drawn a quick piece of stick-art...
§ Specify whether canon or AU (or AU!AU)
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List of characters... )
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Raoul - Bad puns
Wren - Running low
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There was a silence while Raoul rustled his paper and leaned back in his chair, crossing his ankles on the desk and making himself comfortable. Work was over and overtime was really more a social event than any kind of hard labor. To him, anyway. Magellan was still frowning earnestly at his light-screen and working as if the clock hadn't stopped.
Raoul looked at him over the paper for several moments before rustling it again and repeating, even louder... "HuhNo reply. Raoul rolled his eyes and went on, speaking to himself in a volume that was obviously meant to be overheard. "Fascinating..." When there was no reaction that this he lowered the paper and stared flat-out in the other guy's direction "You read this story, Mags ( ... )
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(Tyb approves of this pun)
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When Easton knighted Lukka, he was fricking terrified. He knew Lukka was on his side, he knew Lukka trusted him, and he trusted Lukka, but that didn't stop him from wondering if Lukka was doing this because he wanted to, or because he felt pressured to. He worried Lukka would get cold feet, or would "wake up" and realise what he was doing and change his mind very loudly, and very publicly, in front of the court. It took several months for Easton to be completely at ease about the issue, but every time he saw Lukka in the Meristen Knights armor he felt a swell of pride in his chest. :D
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I'll have the million word long fic for my birthday kthanx!
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"Well," he said, voice gruff with the morning-rise. "Maybe you'll be an artist."
Sammy giggled and mashed his chubby little fingers into the beans before lifting the hand to his face and smearing his cheek with orange sauce.
"Moira?" Kennet called, watching his son with tired amusement. The response was a gentle 'hmm?' from the next room. "You fix Sammy's breakfast?"
"I gave him some beans, Ken."
He chuckled and looked back at the mess on the highchair's tray. The bowl was on the floor, and God only knew where the spoon had run off to. "A puddle of beans does not a breakfast make," he sighed, looking around for an alternative. He stood up and stretched, rubbing the coarse scruff under his chin. "Wait here, little man.... Dada'll be right back."
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More of him now please. NEED MORE INPUT.
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