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PROMPT FEST
FINALS ARE OVER FINALS ARE OVER FINALS ARE OVER
Oh my gosh you guys this semester kicked my TRASH. I've started up again with writing Blood Ties but my brain has some gears stripping at switching from scientific writing to my usual poetic-prose stuff. So I am asking you lovely people to help me out! Give me a prompt in the comments and I will respond with a three-sentence fill. I'll get my my brain-muscles stretched and next thing you know, Duncan or Cavan or Shartan will be getting laid again, no time flat.
THANK YOU! I MISSED YOU ALL!
Oh my gosh you guys this semester kicked my TRASH. I've started up again with writing Blood Ties but my brain has some gears stripping at switching from scientific writing to my usual poetic-prose stuff. So I am asking you lovely people to help me out! Give me a prompt in the comments and I will respond with a three-sentence fill. I'll get my my brain-muscles stretched and next thing you know, Duncan or Cavan or Shartan will be getting laid again, no time flat.
THANK YOU! I MISSED YOU ALL!
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Sorry I dumped out of IRC our internet is being thieved from someone else and is sketchy.
one more.
Re: one more: a bit more than three sentences.
"What have you done to my horse?" asked the Duke.
"I have calmed it," said the purring voice from Sidona's throat. She opened her eyes and watched darkness pour from her mouth to part smoothly over the back of the horse's neck.
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Have you looked at your LJ inbox recently, dear? ^__^
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Alistair put on the Chasind Robe and......
Re: Alistair put on the Chasind Robe and......
The Commander put the bottle to his lips again; she raked her nails down the exposed skin of his chest and he convulsively swallowed more of the burning liquid.
"The real question is how she talked me into letting you borrow those," drawled Anders from behind her. "You'd better not get sick, my friend. It'd be murder to clean it out of those feathers."
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"Odd tastes," repeated Zevran. He leaned against the doorframe while shaking out the thing. "Yes, and this has nothing to do with your templars and your old mage lovers all wearing skirts every day. The mark is the one with odd tastes?"
Neria tightened her belt and came to him, half-smiling and eyes hooded. "So you are suggesting that we put it to good use afterwards?" she purred. "As clever as you are handsome, just as I always have said."
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"Really? Blue? But why?"
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Here's my prompt for you:
"Oh no, big templar man! What are you going to do with that sword?"
Welcome back!
Prompt: The broodmother leered at Zevran and licked her lips...
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...Or whatever works for our dear decantate ;)
Re: Welcome back!