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[tanarill]

So, work officially sucks. And it's not going to take me anything like three months to do this research and report. I'm giving it more like three weeks. Research is boringgggg!

On the other hand, I want lacha to know that they need lab monkeys for synthetic fuel research.

After work, I went to chill with my boyfriend. Yay Boy! We don't get to see each other enough, and he's going to Budapest at the end of August. Budapest. In Hungary. This makes me Sad.

And that is all for right now. So! Prompts. Either a character or a pairing, and an adjective. Only one per person, please. Here we go!

Comments

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

Would you accept a prompt for One Piece? Or shall I think of something for a fandom I know you know.

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Maybe? If I know the characters I shall do OP. If not, I shall say try agains.

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Eeee! :D Usopp and Ace prompt captains please!

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

'Captains' is not an adjective, Emmy >.>

[scribe-protra.livejournal.com]

[headesk] Uh right. I totally failed to notice that. Sorry.

Does hot work?

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Ace knew fire. It was one of those things that came with the territory. He understood the tiny, flickering flame of a candle and the hard, roaring fire of a forest and the deep, straining fire of a volcano.

Ace did not get Usopp.

"Hot, hot, hot!" shouted Usopp, fanning his hand and then sucking on his fingers.

"Let me see," said Ace, and reached to pull Usopp's hand over. He'd burned the pads of his fingers, but not badly. "You'll be fine. Let me get the sweet potatoes."

The embers of the fire were quiet, but he could feel the potential as he leaned over to retrieve their meal, juggling the tubers to cool them down so Usopp wouldn't get burnt again. The heat didn't bother him, of course, so he ate his steaming. Usopp smiled when handed his share, though. "Thanks," he murmured.

"No problem." He reached over with his other hand, and pulled in the small heat of the embers. One thing about this ability: when stranded on abandoned islands, he never had to worry about fire.

"No, I meant . . . " started Usopp, quietly, before trailing off.

"No problem," repeated Ace, glancing over at his companion and wondering ho soon they'd get off the island. And why he didn't feel any particular urge to go.

They ate in silence for a while, while the stars came out.

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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee@ <3<3<3<3<3<3 Tanheart you write so cooool. [glees over cuteness]

[falsechaos.livejournal.com]

Errm.... are you familiar with Hellboy?

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Um . . . some. Not a lot. You could give it a try.

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

Wow, Budapest! Why's your boyfriend going there, if I might ask?

And a prompt... Vetinary and LoK!Vlad and Uncertain, pairing or not up to you.

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

He is going to Budapest because he is a junior and a CS major, and when junior CS majors at Kzoo go to study abroad, they go to Budapest.

***

Vetinari was considered my many to be unflappable, but this was untrue. He was however, a realist, and on a world that actually does travel through space on the backs of four huge elephants, which are themselves supported by an enormous turtle, being a realist meant being able to accept anything. And then dealing with it.

Still, Vetinari had to admit, this was new one.

"You're not the messenger of some god, are you?" he asked. He did not trust gods, which was perfectly sound, but he believed in them because not believing in them was stupid.

"What?" the thing asked distractedly. "Oh, no. Did you know that this entire city is a magical knot?"

"Yes." He wasn't sure about the wings. Aside from being absolutely huge, nothing with fangs like that should also be able to get away with such big, white, feathery wings. Fangs deserved bat wings, and possibly horns. "Are you some kind of demon?"

It turned its full attention to him, and grinned. Toothily. "What do you think?"

"I think you should stop trying to frighten me," said Vetinary, flatly.

The smile-changed. None of the muscles moved, none of teeth stopped being sharp and pointy. It just filled out and became an actual axpression, as opposed to a threat. "Good answer. And no, I'm not."

"Undead?" Something about the shape of the teeth suggested it.

"For a given value of undead," it smirked. "Although, come to think of it, I never actually died."

The air between them sizzled.

"Would you like some tea?" asked Vetinary.

"Yes, I think so," said the thing.

***

Damn, that was hard. LoK!Vlad and Vetinary are just both such certain people. So, yeah. That was Vetinary being uncertain just how to categorize Vlad.

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

Ah, ok. It's good to hear of study abroad programs in more countries than the popular European ones.

Heh, that was good! And yes, that was why I chose the adjective, cause it doesn't really fit either of them. But ah, Vlad has black wings, not white, right?

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

Does he? >.>

We'll just pretend I wrote black, right? <.

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

Ahah, sure thing! XD

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Tucker awesome

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

"Tucker, why are we camped out here?" asked Sam.

Tucker wasn't listening. He was talking animatedly in esparanto with a couple of other geeks. Sam caught the words 'cool' and 'need.'

"Danny, why are we camping out here?" asked Sam.

"Beats me," said Danny, watching Tucker. "He said something about a new card."

"Tucker!" yelled Sam, which finally got his attention.

"Yo!"

"What are we doing here?"

"Camping out for the release of the K-divid 370 graphics card."

"And why are we sitting here waiting for a computer part to go on sale?"

"Because I'll be able to upgrade the VR for Danny's training at it will be awesome."

Sam just rolled her eyes.

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

Do I correctly assume I'm free to double-dip? Or are the drabble requests going to be both ways?