googling 'cats writing' did not disappoint

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THE DRABBLE MEME

COMMENT Comment to the post with your characters and a brief summation of what you would prefer to take as requests. NOTE!: Prompts are all going to take place in the Mask or Menace universe.

THIS CAN BE ANYTHING Summerize what you'd want to write i.e. taking prompts involving pre-existing or new cr, anything you would not feel comfortable writing, or if you play multiple characters let people know you would or would not want to write them interacting with each other or with others together.

COMMENT AROUND Self-explaintory. Pepper those replies around and spread the love to other people by giving them prompts, and don't forget to be specific with prompts!

NOW, WRITE Give those typing fingers a work out and start filling your prompts! Adult or otherwise content in either fills or requests are not actively discouraged but it is asked you leave the appropriate warnings in the headers and LINK to mature content to either a separate journal entry, or a third-party host such as pastebin, plurk paste, or google docs. Be excellent to each other.

Comments

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

I'm game for any prompts that aren't smut!

[throneinmyside]

No smut prompts, please for either Minako, Erwin, or Margaery. Anything else is open, including fluff or any kind of shippy stuff.

KAT'S

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‹ LEVI ›
Pre-existing CR preferred and would prefer not to do mature content prompts other than possible violence or Levi and his usual brand of dickery.

‹ BADER ›
Pre-existing CR preferred and would prefer not to do mature content prompts other than possible violence.

‹ MIRANDA ›
Anything! Would prefer not to do mature content prompts other than possible violence or stupid flirting.

[acclimatized]

pre-existing cr preferred!

[earnedmystripes]

Joining the no smut wagon! Also no character death or graphic violence, pls.

[aggressiveapathy]

No promises on timely replies, but hit me. I also accept picture/song prompts for specific characters.

[lyingheart]

I'm game for anything, though if we don't have already existing CR be prepared for me going "... I have no idea what I'm writing but let's do this anyway!" since clearly that's how this works. Warning: don't ask for smut unless you're okay for things to be terrible, and if you are, then specify if it's happening in present or future days/years. Explicit anything will generally be terrible - violence, gore, etc.

No promise on timeliness, will get to them all eventually, also love song/picture/anything prompts, may also try to console you with terrible art. Because that's like a drabble, only with lines that don't end in periods!

[hoboagogo]

GIMME JUNK AND I WILL WRITE IT. Pre-existing CR is nice as it gives me a reference point, but seriously do whatever. Just be warned that the less I know the more I have to rely on .5 seconds of googling or wiki-ing and therefore the more QUALITY some character make come off as, lol.

note: if i don't know the character i will still write it and it will be IC AS FUQ*

I like ridiculous things, but I'll seriously write whatever. ANGSTY FEELSES, DUMB INTERACTIONS, SMUT, ABSOLUTE CRACK like seriously I don't care. Feel free to ask any questions, or even sock it if you need to. it's all good.


*note: it will likely not be IC at all.

[hoboagogo]

post pub-crawl biotic party at denny's.

[hoboagogo]

Kotetsu papa-ing a character of your choice!

Bonus points for it being a character that absolutely does not need papa-ing.

[hoboagogo]

but i wanted female titan/shinji futanari giantess vor-

OKAY BUT FOR REALSIES part of my wants to hit the random button on itunes and give you a song and have that count as a prompt. Y/N??

[malodorous]

I am on hiatus, but I can try for a meme hi guys. I play Kristoff Bjorgman, Troy Barnes, and Laurie Collins. They aren't very conducive to smut and they are very conducive to nonsense and shenanigans, but they also work well for touching moments and general cuteness. Pre-existing CR is easier, obviously, but I can invent meet-ups too.

Come at me, heroes.

[closetshark]

Pitch being a creepy creeper is always A+, as is witnessing his moments of not a complete heartless asshole. (Smut is fine, it will just be PM'd to you!)

[hoboagogo]

Erwin somehow accidentally ending up in a blind-date scenario with a character of your choice. Bonus points for him politely trying to escape the situation. Extra bonus points for it being a character he's never met.

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Bader and Pitch being creeps and stalking then scaring the shit out of people when the fall season is in full swing.

[lyingheart]

don't think i wouldn't scream into a pillow then write it anyway

BUT YESSSSSS PLEASE DO

[hoboagogo]

you would please all of /d/ of this i am certain.
and i would stare at the screen and silently mouth 'what have i done'

AWWW YEAH okay itunes random gave me like 3 orchestral songs from Chrono cross and some moonspeak songs from my Visual kei days BUT FINALLY SETTLED ON:

Artist: Damien Rice
Song: Rootless Tree
Youtube link: Here!

[sacrificusdux]

That's beautiful! I'm going to have to think who to use now.

[lyingheart]

hahahahaaa yes damien rice okay nice let me think on this

or not much since laughing at the song as a whole here we go NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS HEADED BUT

--

Part of picking your battles is choosing your battlegrounds. Taking the higher ground when it suits, or crouching in silence, waiting in ambush. Aiming low, if the low road is the way to victory, if not peace of mind. Annie wouldn't have imagined applying that theory to here and now, at the door of a small coffee-shop in Florida. It was December. In North Carolina, where she's living, it's been snowing since October. She'll have to shovel the stairs again when she gets home.

Her hands cradle the warmth of her tea, holding it close to her chest. Last mission had gone bad. Everyone knew that. People hadn't survived, and it was worse in ways than other times where the same had happened, because they all went in knowing they were supposed to be saving lives, and saw how tremendously they were all failing. Not doomed to failure from the start like some claimed after, but underprepared, underinformed, and underwhelming once present.

Good native-born people had died. So had imPorts. Only one of those two groups came back, and even knowing that hadn't been enough to dull the edge of panic behind her actions then, or what she'd realized in the hell of that night, over a year and a half since she'd first arrived in this world.

"Let me out." She sounded civil. Annie knew she sounded civil.

Shinjiro didn't look impressed.

"The hell's going on with you?" He shifted his weight, still outwardly lazy in posturing, nothing threatening. She knew how he could move, could read his body language after having trained him and trained with him, and she could appreciate that outward calm. He wasn't inclined to move.

She wasn't inclined to answer the question. She hoped for anyone else to try and leave, or try to head in through the door. They'd both move. She'd be able to slip away, like she'd been doing for the last few weeks.

Silence fell between them. Awkward, much like it used to be, because it wasn't a companionable silence.

"If it's about you said when we were all -"

"Leave it." Annie lowered her tea, no longer looking past him. "There's... nothing in you," she said, haltingly, "Worrying over this. I meant what I said. I'm done."

He narrowed his eyes. "Just like that? After all we've been through. A fuck you, see you never?"

Her eyes wandered away again, looking out the window next to the door. "Yes. No. Let me out, Shinjiro." This wasn't the battleground for them to clash over this, or the fact she'd said goodbye and congratulations, there's nothing else you need from me. Pulling away was a matter of coping, leaving other people intact, not needing to deal with her bullshit. "I have to go."

Her slight emphasis on go seemed to go unnoticed. He didn't move, though he was frustrated and angry. She knew that, if she didn't know what to do about it. What to say.

"Bullshit. Why are you so set on runnin' away?" She glanced up at his face, a brief flicker of surprise showing across her features. She was, wasn't she? That was what it would look like, and it was despicable. Fine.

"Because I meant what I said. All of what I said." If it was the emphasis sinking in this time, or a recollection of what else she'd said, bleeding from a vicious wound on her back, holding on to Shinjiro as the scaffolding started to collapse down into the molten rock redirected through that hellish warehouse. Locking her arms around the metal bars, feeling the heat radiating up, praying nothing would dislocate and she'd be unable to keep him from falling before he had his own hold secured. Cursing at dealing with someone already injured from earlier. Knowing the had to get out and back to the rest.

Dammit, Shinjiro, get up here. Get your hands on the bars and pull yourself up, jackass. I can't hold you forever. You're not allowed to fall. I love -

An unfinished statement, bitten off, teeth grinding together. Pointless. Useless. Worthless. Not the right person, and not even the type of person she'd have believed... but it didn't matter. That statement was never going to be complete, and she knew it, knew he knew it, if he even remembered. Even if there'd been no Akihiko. It wasn't about those boundaries alone.

She shifted her weight to the side, letting her shoulders relax a fraction, no longer hunched up under her ears. "Let me go."

Third time, and maybe it was a charm, or maybe it was just time for him to listen. He moved a step to the side, expression difficult to read. Made more difficult in how she didn't look up at his face, instead moving forward, ready to leave. She needed time to compartmentalize that part of herself, too. She was out of practice. She had to work it out, where she wouldn't have had the same problems a year ago.

Even a person like me can change. She''d find it more wondrous if it wasn't biting her in the ass.

She didn't see him reach out, take hold of her shoulder. It was meant to make her stop. Not an honest restriction, because she knew how to get out of even that. It wasn't necessary.

"What do you want out of this?" A blunt question. She thought she'd already answered.

"To learn to let go." Not of you, she wished she could say, but she didn't. She only looked down at the threshold of the door, then shrugged her shoulders, ducking out and walking away. Of all that's been told.

I want the impossible. And I want out of this hell, and that's going to take time. There were no goodbyes. In the end, only the tinkling of the bells tied to the door said anything, and their clear peal of laughter was almost too much. Annie looked straight ahead, steeling herself against the world once again.

She didn't look back. She didn't want to know if he turned around to watch her leave.

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... no still not sure what that is but THERE YOU ARE
I THINK
sort of.................. walks away sobs

[lyingheart]

no one expected only 100 words right
right



oh stars

[lyingheart]

shinjiro in a dress for some reason that barely (or more than barely) passes as legitimate
because i'm laughing at tags and also my music collection might be a mess but i could RANDOM SONG YOU IN RETURN IF YOU LIKE?

[hoboagogo]

HELL YEAH DRESS i will make this happen

and if you want to throw a song at me do it do it

[lyingheart]

hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa

2Am Club - Nobody's In Love
Lyrics: here
Song: youtube

i can rerandom that my first one was actually also an instrumental

[hoboagogo]

oh my god


beautifully heartwrenching ANNIE YOU ARE SO SAD

A+++ dear god woman your writing is amazing

[lyingheart]

annie is always sad
that or facepalm worthy MOSTLY BOTH
that and it's damien rice there was no happiness happening his songs never leave me thinking happy
mostly just beautifully sad in some way

hahah i'm glad you enjoyed it!