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

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[fieldpromoted]

Okay guys. Prompt me!

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Realizing that your superpower is the ability to never have a bra that fits comfortably.

[fieldpromoted]

The swearing over the comms was in Spanish, so it could only be one person. "Rouge Fourteen, are you okay over there?"

"I'm fine," Trudy snarled, wrestling with the controls of her X-wing to try and level out its flight. Not that it mattered much in space, but still, this was the first run she was doing with the full squadron and she didn't want to look like the idiot who couldn't fly properly.

"Just because she can't fly properly-"

"Asuka, if you don't shut your mouth ahora mismo I swear to Santa Maria I will come over there and shut it for you," Trudy snapped. "I am fine, just give me a minute to adjust."

"Listen, if you want to stop for today - you haven't been in the sims as long as everyone else-"

"Just fly."

They got halfway through the mission and Trudy's X-wing overshot the others and exploded in a ball of fire. The simulation shorted out around her and she let loose a filthy string of curses in Spanish.

"What in the world is your problem, I thought you were a pilot!"

"My boobs are too fucking big for this cockpit!" she shouted and then stormed out of the Sensoriums with a scowl.

[governorkang]

"...is that dragon on the roof real?!"

[fieldpromoted]

"This's awesome," Trudy said, indicating the mug of cactus juice. "Where'd you get it, 'sthere enough to last 'n 'sthe guy who made it rich yet?"

"You've asked that same question four times in the past half hour," Kang said, and Trudy could tell by his tone of voice that he was more than a little amused. She scowled.

"Hey hey hey. 'Ryou laughin' at me, Legartijo?"

"What in the world is a-"

"Means lizard, lizard," Trudy said, and got up off her barstool, wobbling out of range before Kang could punch her in retaliation. She swerved out of the way and the room spun a bit. "Whooooo, time f'r some fresh air," she said, staggering toward the front door. She hummmed one of the particularly dirty drinking songs Kang had taught her over the course of the night as she hit the front door of the tavern, wandering outside where she could crane her neck back and look up. "Donde estan, estrellas bonitas?" she said quietly, and then turned around-

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Kang!" Kang came running, and she pointed wildly at the roof of the tavern. "Is that dragon real?"

He stood silently with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised at her. "Alright," he said. "Time for you to put down the cactus juice and go to bed."

[blood-on-torfan.livejournal.com]

People not understanding your universe's stereotypes.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Discovering the love of piloting.