#small-twilight-doug

[magiccazza]

Magic and Space

Kat sighed as she sat quietly on the top of a cliff looking out towards a desert. Sure, travelling was great and helping people were better; there was little to do with her magic other wise, but it got a little old. It’s the same old Earth with the same old people. The same old problems with the same old outcomes. There was some dark fae or some mystical being that will wreck havoc around where she was; probably because her magic draws them closer to her and aggravates them to start some chaos. But the fights start to become boring after a while. 

She wanted something else. She wanted something different than to what was on Earth. Something that will cause adrenaline to pump in her veins again. She yawned and stretched her legs before taking out a bottle and took a sip of water from it.

@small-twilight-doug

[blue-scorpion-king]

*Continued from: http://small-twilight-doug.tumblr.com/post/148271343596/look-i-might-have-an-shattered-rib-cage *

[...Useless?!]

Gritting her teeth, but can only do just that in response for Sir Integra’s words, Gureketsueki gets up from her bed slowly, with the clanking sounds of her medieval-like metallic prosthetic forelegs faintly making noise along with her movements, and slowly takes her steps forward, away from the bed and the medical room she was in, despite the hell of pain she is enduring right now, trying to get to the commander’s side.

[onlymiddleground]

Asking a Favour (closed for small-twilight-doug)

@small-twilight-doug

it had been a long time since Ilan had found Smaug’s egg, and even longer since he had spoken to his former mentor.  and yet, here he was, sitting, staring at his phone, contemplating calling the country up to ask if he had any advice for caring for the little dragon, who was growing less and less little by the day.  it had been almost a century since he had last seen the man, let alone talked to him.  not since the second world war had he been big enough to go and fight, and even then he hadn’t seen the other save for a passing glance in the hallway as he went to a meeting with the other allied nations.  he wasn’t even sure the beaten up nation had even seen him.  

hoping that he’d at least get a mildly pleasant response, if only because he was one of Matt’s, Ilan took a deep breath and called his office number.  he wasn’t sure what he hoped for more, for it to go to voicemail or for some secretary to pick it up and say that they’d pass the message along so the ball would be in Arthur’s court.  as head strong and rebellious as he could be, he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping his boundaries as a province.  maybe he should’ve gotten Matt to talk to him first....

[thexinxbetween-blog]

@small-twilight-doug

“Hello there. You seem to have been lingering outside my school for a while- are you lost, by any chance?”

[silent-cerberus-blog]

Two Left Feet

@small-twilight-doug

‘You’re coming to a party with me tonight. Really Wallace. A Twilight like me and a sophisticated person like you.’, he shook his head as a no. He couldn’t dance either

[themerrywolf]

Horsing Around

@small-twilight-doug

  A pleasant breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the grass, and providing some air circulation to a warm morning.  Merry leaned against the metal corral fencing, her eye on the parking lot; she wore a patch on her right eye, as it still remained sensitive to light even after a couple days, and to protect it in general.  No bandage covered her cheek, the cuts starting to fade.  Her sutured lacerations remained uncovered to get air to the skin.

  Spitting the toothpick she’d been chewing on, Merry approached the figures of Worick and Doug as they meandered over to the covered corrals where she, Cajun, and Bella waited.

[nightmare-fantasia]

((Heya! Sorry but what is the star meme again?))

{It’s if someone wants to interact with someone else’s muse. Tbh I don’t like being super forward with that stuff lol}

[gathering-storm]

Old Faces, New Era (closed RP with small-twilight-doug)

It had been 200 years since Alucard was put to slumber in the bowels of Hellsing Manor, and in that time the legend of himself and his guardians had become the stuff of family lore within those who called the manor home “The Lord of Blood sleeps, two angels at his sides”, the legend went, “never shall he be awakened unless the Worthy can win the trust of they, one ruled by logic imperial, the other by emotion most raw, their blades spill the blood of those foolish enough to try, their warning given by the Phantom.” these words rang terrifyingly true, as few who entered the inner sanctum drew breath for very long.