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03 June 2012 @ 09:36 pm
Drabble Meme  
First, a quick question... Does anyone around here besides saffiremoon21 use Tumblr as a personal or fandom blog? If so, how's that's working out for you? I like Tumblr for pics, but it seems a lot less comment-friendly than LJ.

Also, in an attempt to keep myself sane while working on my revision, I'm going to offer to write propmts... for the two or three people who still read my LJ.

Drabble Meme

Leave me a pairing, a time, and a place, and I will write a drabble based on them. If you want, specify whether it’s a friendship or relationship pairing. Also, if you want a third character go ahead request that too. I can take it!

Example: Geoffrey/Elincia, during a snowstorm, in the stables. Or, Knoll, Natasha, 10 yrs after the war, Grado.

Usual fandoms apply (you can always ask if you're not sure) with the addition of Mass Effect, though I'm limited to femShep there and ship her with Kaidan so...
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saffiremoon21saffiremoon21 on June 4th, 2012 01:42 am (UTC)
I got mentioneddddddddddd <3

Can you do Dragon Age?

Human female Warden and Alistair

at night

on a boat.
wolfraven80: ME Paragonwolfraven80 on June 5th, 2012 02:56 am (UTC)

In the moonlight, the waves were no more than tongues of water and foam, lapping at the ship's bow, as Alistair leaned over the deck railing to watch them. Shifting, his elbows bumped against those of his queen, the commander of the Grey Wardens. She glanced his way and smiled.

Alistair ignored the polite cough from behind him, but when it was followed by throat clearing, he sighed and turned around to face Tarrin, head of his personal guard. "Your highnesses," he said, "it might be best if you didn't stand so close to the railing."

"We're in the middle of the ocean," Alistair said, his hand sweeping over the dark waters behind him. "Are we going to be attacked by murderous cod fish? Oh! Oh! Or maybe a sea monster?"

Tarrin stood with his spine as straight as a blade. Alistair had a brief moment when he imagined the man trying to stand just a little straighter... and shattering into a thousand tiny pieces from the effort. "Begging your pardon, my lord, but the Waking Sea is not an ocean. We're near enough to the north bank that a bark could be launched on us. An assassin could–"

"An assassin?" Alistair cut in. He turned back to the water and made a show of peering out over the moonlit waves. "Ah yes. Look," he said, pointing, "I think I see one of Zevran's old chums now."

Before Tarrin could protest further, the queen stepped forward. "I'll keep an eye on him, I promise, Tarrin." She patted the dagger at her hip. "I didn't become the commander of the wardens for my skills in needlework, after all."

Tarrin's mouth opened as if he wished to protest further, but as he looked from the one to the other he resigned himself. "Yes, your highness," he said with a curt bow. "I'll be close by if you should need me."

"Thank you," she said and gave him one of her brilliant smiles, the one that could almost make you forget that she'd just about single-handedly taken down an Archdemon. Almost.

Alistair returned to leaning on the railing. He drew in several lungfuls of salty air, and when he'd decided Tarrin was finally out of earshot he leaned closer to his wife. "How far do you think we'd get before they noticed we're gone?"


"He said we were close to the shore. We could steal a landing barge." He tilted his head and peered at her. "How good are you at rowing?"

She huffed. "I went to a lot of trouble to make sure you became king."

"Mmm, I remember. Do you think maybe there was a tiny bit of self-interest there?" He held his thumb and index finger a sliver apart, "Tiny."

She kept her eyes on the waves. "Do you really think Loghain would've taken better care of the realm? After what he did at Ostagar?"

He turned, reaching out to take her hand in both of his. "No, my love."

The deck boards creaked as she turned to look him in the eye, her air ferocious. "I suppose I could have set up Anora as your consort, but I'd not trust her to give you good council. She'd have used you as a pawn and by the time you'd learned the game of nobility she'd have already solidified her hold." She snorted. "That woman had more ambition than care for her subjects."

Alistair pressed her hand to his lips. "Peace, dear wife. I'm grateful for your help. You know that. But I could do without all of this royal rubbish–diplomatic dinners with dullards, for instance. At least you still have your duties as Warden-Commander Cousland."

She smiled at him and nodded. "I do at that." And then she leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. Watching him, her eyes full of fondness, she let her hand trail down the side of his face. "We defeated the Darkspawn, but remember, love, there are other kinds of monsters in this world."

The End
saffiremoon21saffiremoon21 on June 5th, 2012 03:01 am (UTC)
I feel all squishy about this.


Alistair is such a cutie and I love that the Warden is a nice counterbalance to his silliness. Ahhhhhhh I want to hug this story.
wolfraven80: ME Paragonwolfraven80 on June 5th, 2012 03:07 am (UTC)

Even with the tiny lines of dialogue we get for her, she does seem rather more serious than him. And she is a noble so she'd know about how conniving they can be.
nagasasunagasasu on June 4th, 2012 02:16 am (UTC)
I like Tumblr, but I use it to amass pretty images/gifs and not so much for the community.
wolfraven80: Link Wolf Alonewolfraven80 on June 4th, 2012 02:34 am (UTC)
Yeah, that's what I've been using it for as well; I follow lots of things with pretty pictures.
Mannahooves on June 4th, 2012 10:49 am (UTC)
Yeah, this for me, too.
wolfraven80: Citywolfraven80 on June 8th, 2012 11:17 pm (UTC)
It certainly is excellent for image hoarding!
SocraticWafflessocraticwaffles on June 4th, 2012 04:02 am (UTC)
Seth and Eirika, the wee hours of the morning, in Jehanna?
Samuraitersamuraiter on June 4th, 2012 10:52 pm (UTC)
Tumblr makes no sense to me. The only method for real commenting appears to involve adding a Disqus widget.

Prompts, you say? How about ... Seth giving the eulogy at a funeral for Franz?
wolfraven80: FE:TSS Seth goldwolfraven80 on June 27th, 2012 01:05 am (UTC)
Yes, I'm a total slowpoke. I had to really wrestle with this prompt so it's pretty short, but here goes...


"It is always difficult to lose one so young, one who showed such promise," Seth said. "Franz was both of these." He paused to let his words sink in as he scanned the assembly of familiar faces. "War is a thief. He steals kingdoms from their rulers, life from soldiers, youth from the young, and love ones from us all. He reaps his reward of sorrow and pain."

The words poured out of him then, praising Franz's courage, his deeds, his loyalty to the kingdom, but later Seth would remember little of what he'd said. His eyes moved from face to face. He knew, as he spoke, that they did not see him.

Forde, his cheeks pale and tear-streaked, saw the brother he'd lost, but the others...

The knights would see the friend, the comrade who'd no longer sit with them by evening campfires, nor fight by their sides on the battlefield.

"And if we should fall," Seth heard himself say, "we can only hope to do so as Franz did."

The soldiers, standing at the back, would see what they could lose, their own lives, their own bodies skewered on Grado's lances, torn apart by wyverns, blasted to pieces by spells–a thousand gory deaths flashing before their mind's eye.

"Protecting the lives of our fellows, of our countrymen."

But when his gaze came to rest on Eirika's face, he could not look away. She did look through him. She had lost her father, her home, her innocence, but even now she saw what she had to lose. She saw him.

Edited at 2012-06-27 01:05 am (UTC)