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I grow tired of run on sentences!

So, give me characters and prompts and I will short prompts! They'll be anywhere from two or three sentences to a couple of paragraphs long.

Date: 2011-09-29 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackpurplewolf.livejournal.com
Anyone. I dont care.as long as ponies are involved

Date: 2011-10-19 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeerocket.livejournal.com
"Fuck no."

"Pleaaaaase, dad!"

"I said fuck no."

Red had to wonder why he came home, when two red-haired girls were just reaching the stage where they would stare up at him with big eyes, holding deformed ponies in their hands, begging their father to play with him.

Date: 2011-09-29 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] harbringersoul.livejournal.com
This guy, that girl, reunion.

Date: 2011-10-19 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeerocket.livejournal.com
It's amazing how very long a life can last, and how many times a soul can be reused before either of them break, shatter, and disappear to nothing. It's amazing how so many years can pass in the blink of an eye. How a tower in a single Tokyo can stand, despite the passage of decades, of centuries.

It's strange how two people can meet again, though lifetimes separate them.

It's always been her place. Of course, she spent two centuries avoiding it, and the consequences of being completely unchanging. She didn't look a day older than 17... frozen in that moment of time until she decided that it would do to change. Her hair was still the color of sun shine on honey, tied to the side in a short braid, and her eyes were as emerald as they'd ever been, still framed by round glasses. He was different, though not by much. A different body, but the same person, with years of memories packed inside of his head, hair blacker than pitch and eyes redder than blood.

Neither of them quite matched their setting, dressed in clothes a hundred years too old, in a world that belonged to neither, at least not any longer. And neither of them could avoid the stare of the other.

It's funny how a smile doesn't change, and how a glare can only intensify after years of separation, and how a chair is always open beside her in the cafe on the first floor, from that day on.

Date: 2011-10-19 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kittehknight.livejournal.com
You're the best and I love you. ;A;/ Like taming a wild animal, one day he would acutally sit in that chair and they would eat in silence.

Date: 2011-10-19 08:58 pm (UTC)
miniworth: ([OOC] Jack "Rocket")
From: [personal profile] miniworth
Mandy and Castor and elementary school shenanigans?

Date: 2011-11-02 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeerocket.livejournal.com
When, in kindergarten, the two sat side by side during their art class. When told to make a self-portrait, Castor drew a white dog. As if prepared for the lecture their teacher was about to give them, Mandy lifted her own self-portrait.

"It's a picture of yourself, right? This is what I am." She didn't leave room for the teacher to argue about her brightly-colored butterfly.

Date: 2011-10-19 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kittehknight.livejournal.com
Any, any, a fairy tale ending: "Why am I in a dress?!"

Date: 2011-10-19 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lackstheribbon.livejournal.com
Aigis, Metis, preparing food.

twb-verse Fuu + Shinji + the puppy houndour. Jealousy.

Travis. Henry. My Little Pony AU.

Zuko, Sokka, weather. "How do you survive in this?"

Mai, Natsuki, Mikoto: upon arrival in Johto.

I don't have an aigis alone icon

Date: 2011-11-02 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeerocket.livejournal.com
"Do you think this is enough?"

Aigis examined Metis' simple dish... and found that she could not recognize it in any way shape or form. She would've sighed with exasperation if her own had not been exactly the same.

Darn being robots. Cooking was never important before...

Date: 2011-11-02 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coffeerocket.livejournal.com
Their walks had become a weekly thing. Despite the fact that Fuu didn't have work on Saturdays, she didn't need to tell him that when their walk became something she looked forward to so very much.

It was nice to see the little puppy so happy. He couldn't wait as the week went on, and spent all of Friday night bouncing around her knees. Their weekly walk was good for him. And as time wore on, Fuu found that the walk seemed to be good for Shinjiro, too. He smiled more--no, he smiled at all--on these walks.

She tried to tell herself that it was in his best interests when she began to wish he smiled that much when they walked without the puppy at their side.

Date: 2011-10-20 02:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 4leafcleaver.livejournal.com
Kisa + Ken; playground.

Ken + Clover; malling, big sis

Date: 2011-10-20 09:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] to-challenge.livejournal.com
Simon, Viral, post canon; chance encounter
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