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Heck it ok, please send in some propmts, I’m gonna attempt some 50-200 word drabbles!
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White Fallow Deer in Autumn Light
maiolica-admirer:
“Indeed it’s California I thought this state was meant to be better about this sort of thing.”
“If actual snow shows up while I’m here I’m moving. Immediately.”
“I’m not sure if you knew about this but, er...” She gestures to the mountains on the horizon, a good thirty or forty miles away, but still capped with a little bit of snow.
“I would prefer if you didn’t move, though. I’ll go have words with the mountain gods.”
but-master:
Hisirdoux really had been doing his best to have a day without mishap. And he’d been doing so well, too! Nothing had been spilt or broken, and he’d even managed to have a smooth lesson– it had been a touch difficult to focus solely on the text that Merlin had asked him to study, but he’d been trying very hard, and it had paid off, he thought, when Merlin hadn’t admonished him once, the whole lesson. When he heard a tiny voice, however, he felt a slight worry overtake him that his mishap-free streak was perhaps about to meet its end. He knew he didn’t have the best circadian rhythm, but he swore he wasn’t tired enough to just… hear voices. …Right?
He nervously peeked toward where he’d heard the voice– his lute?– and dared to crouch, looking at it curiously. “Um… did you-” he asked softly, feeling a touch foolish, “Did you just talk…?”
She all but stomped her little hoof in frustration. Did he truly not recognise her from the last time they met? When she all but destroyed the tower? Most humans had a memory for that sort of thing, but perhaps she was overestimating the boy again. Honestly, if Merlin hadn’t chosen him, she’d wonder if there was any brain in his head at all. (Of course, she’d be much kinder in her thoughts if she wasn’t trapped in a lute, but that was another matter altogether.)
“What do you think I am, an infant? Of course I can talk.” She scoffed, fluttering and resting the urge to damage the instrument from the inside. She was a good house guest, after all, or at least not a bad one. “Would you mind?”
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Well. This certainly was trouble. This creature practically breathed ice -- just as deadly to her kind as fire, though it was a slower death than most. Still, she did not tolerate the presence of anyone in her woods without at least a greeting. It was good manners after all. So she fluttered down, golden wings flashing in the light, and hovered nearby. “Good day, stranger. You’re very far from the north, aren’t you?”
@but-master
She most certainly wasn’t stuck in this Lute. She had chosen to get into it to see what the instrument sounded like from the inside, and she could get out whenever she wanted, and -- and -- “Oh!” There was the boy! She recognised his footsteps, so distinct from the old wizard’s or the lady witch. “Hallo! Hallo, boy! Come here!”
OPEN -- Fairy Queen Verse
She frowned, emerging from her workplace behind the leaves, ears twitching. “Are you sure you want to pick up strange foods in the woods? I thought most folk had more sense than that.”
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The woods are lovely this time of year, and the nights cold enough to warrant a walk through the trees. Something in her misses snow and icy breezes, though she can’t remember how long it’s been since living across the pond. Still, Polly is here, happy as can be -- Until a twig snaps, and she whirls, eyes wide. “Hello? Is there someone else here?”
Looked at my drafts and decided I didn't want to do 'em so like for a one-liner starter from Polly or marius please!
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“Can you believe it?” She chuckles, shaking her head. “It was very nearly cold today. What sort of world are we living in?”
SHADOW AND BONE ARRIVING APRIL 2021
Reblog if it’s okay for my muse to mention yours in threads with other people!
Anti honesty meme: what do you think about strickler
Her ears go a bright pink, and she presses her lips together. “Hmmmmmmmm.” She can answer this somehow, right? She can say something about him that isn’t true.
“Mmmmmmmmm!”
Something like that he’s mean or not clever or something.
“Mmmmmmmm.” Come on. She can think of something. “I have .... never .... questioned his drink orders .... to his face.”
Wrong answers only (anti-honesty meme): What is gender?
She frowns, thinking hard and trying to answer it clearly. Polly might be more or less cis, but that doesn’t mean she has any better of an idea as anyone else out there. Finally, she offers, an undertaking, “Well, I probably know what it is, I can tell you that much.”
Based on a post I saw for personals that I wasn't sure if rp blogs could interact with, so here is the rp edition:
Anti-honesty ask game! Ask my muse anything and get nothing but blatant lies in return!