Drabble Meme

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

THIS IS HOW WE DO IT.


1) Post with your character.
2) Others will reply with short PROMPTS, like a word, phrase, song title, lyrics, other characters in the drabble, etc.
3) Write a short drabble of your character inspired by the prompts you get.
4) LEAVE PROMPTS FOR EVERYONE ELSE. Enjoy the drabbles.
5) ??????
6) Learn more about your character than you ever wanted. 8D


Taken from thewake_rp

Comments

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Things you never want to talk about with your sister.

Re: Fletcher Tringham

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Brothers and the last noodle.

[watchwith3hands.livejournal.com]

The problem with growing up wanted to be a superhero above all else: you wind up pretty freaking altruistic. You want to do good, no matter the cost. Even if Rei hadn't gotten the powers of a Guardian of Time, and hadn't founded a branch of the Promethean Guild, he'd still have done everything in his power to help people.

But he didn't expect it to ever come down to this. Here he was, 33rd Century, a group of alien overlords staring at him. And he said he'd give them anything they wanted, just as long as they let the man free. He didn't even know the man's name, just that his capture would alter the course of history.

And they'd told him to eat his hat.

Maybe it was the whole "if X ever happens, I'll eat my hat!" expression, that they'd heard somewhere and misinterpreted like whoa. Maybe they were just weird like that. But for whatever reason, they wanted to eat his hat.

His. Hat. His beautiful, beaten up, amazing purple tapa with the long green feather (he was told it was green, at least). He'd been through so much with it. How could he ever hope to part with it? It was like his trade mark.

But no. People needed help. It was history that mattered, not him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he lifted the brim to his mouth, and took a bite, ripping the worn fabric. He could feel himself starting to cry.

And you can bet those aliens thought his tears were delicious.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, it was nice to just sit next to her father and do nothing. She didn't have to talk (they weren't talkative people, really,), or be absurdly paranoid about what he might say about Vega (Just a friend, Dad, sheesh.).

No, it was nice, they could just sit there with nice hair together and try to. So nice, that she didn't see the sudden look exchanged between parents as she read her book, and her paranoia was firmly in the OFF position as Leon put his arm around her shoulder. Then, suddenly, there were hands all over her hair.

"WLKJsdfaldfhdkfjhklakljdaaaa! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD."

Re: *Sigh*

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Yue- Haircut. Nuff said.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

People not understanding your universe's stereotypes.

[maguspuparum.livejournal.com]

Evangeline. Rein too.

Don't expect anything real exciting from Rein though, she's kind of slow and thoughtful most of the time XD.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Rein after too many drinks of cactus juice.

Eva losing an Al-esque bet on the meatship.

[governorkang]

All that had happened in Inara's quarters was some friendly talking over tea, but because of misunderstandings about her profession, everyone assumed something else, and honestly, Kang was getting very tired of the rumors that were spreading around the ship. He had a mate, and even if he were so inclined to cheat on her, he had zero interest in human females.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to bash in the heads of those who'd started the damn rumors, he knew the best way to handle it was to ignore the whispers.

He hated rumormongers.

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

...

The day of the Black Sun. It was a time she feared for his life even if she didn't say it. Her heart was pounding, she was ready to fight, and Aang was too. But he hung back a moment, reminding her that everything might change after that day. She knew it was true and meant to say so...

And he kissed her.

He didn't say I love you...he didn't have to. She knew by the kiss, and his touch and every subtle hint he'd given. She hadn't been sure but after that she knew for sure how deeply his love was. It was unexpected...but not to be shrugged off. How could it be? It was Aang: he said and did things according to his heart, the only way he ever acted.

She loved it about him.

One more WITH FEELING~

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Kang And Nova and good ol' Barry white.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Morning people.

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

"Thanks for caring," she said to Shadow. "You may not truly be the Ultimate weapon by the standards of your world, but you are one worth knowing in mine."



Alessa rolls her eyes. "Don;t ruin the moment, Stacy."

[governorkang]

"You want me to wear what?!" Kang stared at the scraps of golden cloth, barely managing to hold back a hiss. No way. No way in the Abyss.

"Come on, just for a little humor."

This time, he did hiss, and shook his head. "No. I'm not wearing that damn outfit. It's meant for human and elf females, not anything like me, and it's ridiculous."

"But-"

He grabbed the front of the man's shirt and leaned in close, flaring his wings slightly. "I offered to help with this production of yours, yes, but it won't be in this manner. Now, is there something reasonable that I can do or not?"

The man gulped, staring in fear at the large amount of very sharp teeth in the draconian's mouth. "Yes! Setting up props!"

"That's better," he let the man go with a grin.

coffee for the narcoleptic

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

(http://photobucket.com)
She thought that maybe another cup of dark old brew would keep the fog out of her mind. She knows that by now her mug has a dark ring in it at the bottom from sitting on the desk half the time with cold coffee that was once hot, untouched until Nura felt the fog starting to resettle in and she goes to fix another pot.

Querl’s work hours suddenly become miniscule compared to the studiousness of his wife. She tries to analyze her visions, put them down in datapads, compare and contrast with previous recorded visions, and then drawn out on sketch-it programs and erased and erased and re-drawn until Nura is certain she has reached something close enough to a conclusion in her data.

“What is it…what is it…what is it…” she taps her fingers in a click-clack rhythm against the desktop, seated on the hovering seat, one leg crossed over the other, foot swinging back anxiously. She makes a frustrated sound, looking back down at her datapads and bites her lower lip. She pours herself another cup of coffee and drinks it while contemplating over her research.

“It’s in here…somewhere…”

[thunder-ace.livejournal.com]

Sure, guess I can give it a shot. Also I can't make any promises, but I will try. ;A;

Just Fate here and Ran Fan as far as characters go!

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

X-wings and death stars and pilots oh my.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

Wedge gets hunted down by a Tie-Defender squadron piloted by actual ewoks with am obnoxious Gungan for a squad leader.

Re: Arha Masaari

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Arha and the Battle of Hoth: This time it's freakin' cold.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny.

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

A spiritual journey thanks to wayyy too much caffeine and far too little sleep.

SLY KNIFE

[sly-knife.livejournal.com]

Asuka L. Soryu

[redheadcarrier.livejournal.com]

Re: Asuka L. Soryu

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Shinji shows up on the ship.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Friendly aliens in Gotham? ...excuse the tea depleted brain.