drabble it out.

[madscenes]

DRABBLE! (From Wiki) A short work of fiction of one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.


How to play -

1. Top-level with your character. Include prefs and info as you like.
2. Others respond to your top level with a tag of exactly 100 words in length, inspired by one of 100 prompt words below. Take it from there.
3. Optional hard mode! Every tag in your thread has to be drabble-length - or you can stick to it being just the starter, I'm not the cops.
4. Happy writing!




TABLE A

01	Biology	02	Pain	03	Wine	04	Sand
05	Queen	06	History	07	Electricity	08	Illness/Disease
09	Horizon	10	Comedy	11	Stranger	12	Tree
13	Cotton	14	Smoke	15	Faith	16	Gold
17	Assumption	18	Coffee	19	Talent	20	Run
21	Thirty	22	Tentacles	23	Walk	24	Purple
25	Heat	26	Wolf	27	Spirit	28	Era
29	Vibration	30	Toy	31	Surrender	32	Deep
33	Pages	34	Fortune	35	Rain	36	Weapon
37	Judge	38	High	39	Bound	40	Space
41	Icon	42	Trail	43	Tight	44	Tantalize
45	Space	46	Safe	47	Minute	48	Race
49	Reunion	50	Moon

TABLE B

01	Pleasure	02	Restraint	03	Wings	04	Rainbow
05	Focus	06	Road	07	Sixteen	08	Poison
09	Endure	10	Motion	11	Monster	12	Wall
13	Lace	14	Disturb	15	Period	16	Regret
17	Legs	18	Pearls	19	Ink	20	Tourist
21	Supernova	22	Culture	23	Laundry	24	Pacify
25	Hostile	26	Smooth	27	Model	28	Crawl
29	Kink	30	Claw	31	Sink	32	Dark
33	Street	34	Detonate	35	Treasure	36	Blanket
37	Rebirth	38	Wilderness	39	Passion	40	Shock
41	Follow	42	Fantasy	43	Sweet	44	Luck
45	Alchemy	46	Pressure	47	View	48	Jury
49	Joy	50	Jazz

Comments

(her royal highness, crown princess) sophie | original character | ota

[regalnesses]

[ info & permissions. f/f for shipping, gen pref. no smut. ]

a-23

[veryfond]

[ Dorne does not often get visitors from other royals, it being a small, proud nation, but Elia is pleased that she and Princess Sophie have finally gotten the chance to meet in person. And of course, it is no true trip to Dorne if one does not walk the beaches, the long stretches of sand.

Her guards trail at a distance, as they always do, but Elia is dressed casually in a simple sundress. She looks at the sea, and the sunset over it, before turning to Sophie again with a smile. ] How long do you think you will stay?

petra seydoux damerel | original character

[chaleureuse]

( info and permissions in journal! )

Nana | WOL FF14 OC/🐈OC | Ota

[knightglow]

[ Looking for something more introspective/thought provoking! I can fit nana into many aus! So don't be shy! Also if you want to chose a word, I can create a drabble from it in turn instead. ]

esther moreau / original / ota

[57times]

[ Pass on smut, assumed CR absolutely fine. ]

Mazaki Anzu | Yu-Gi-Oh! | OTA

[anzu]

[open to any of the prompts.]

The Darkling | Grishaverse

[shadowfolds]

Yennefer of Vengerberg | The Witcher

[seductress]

Magneto | X-men

[metalmanipulator]

A Tyrannosaurus Rex | Jurassic Park | APRIL FOOLS!

[a_tyrannosaur]

['Biology'? 'Queen'? Yeah, these fit. But let's face it. She's more of a grumpy old lady who needed way more in the way of metal stimulation who figured out that humans are perfectly bite-sized.]

Haha! OMG Queen indeed!

[allbedestroyed]

Muldoon doesn't name wild animals. Even if they're put in a pen.

That doesn't stop the other park workers from doing just that. Naturally when they first set eyes on the impressive tyrannosaur for the first time there was a mad dash to name her. When, after months of constant bickering for the honour, Muldoon had to veto ‘Toothy McTootherson’ he decided he’d had enough.

First thing on a Monday morning he’s out before anyone else has had their first cup of coffee. Armed with a drill, the sign at the tyrannosaur pen gets an addition.

‘Tyrannosaurus Rex’
‘Name: Regina’

Frisk ♥ Undertale ♥ OTA

[dustless]

margaery tyrell | game of thrones

[versigny]

Jiang Yanli | The Untamed | ota

[whatsoup]

theo fletcher ◤ original ◢ ota

[hababa]

「 Nothing smutty please - assumed CR cool tho. 」

challenge mode if u want >w> the word is "race"

[solidumsomnia]

[Sometimes Ronan can't decide whether racing is a battle or an art. It always starts the same. A stop light, an exchanged glanced, a revved engine, a shift of gears, a foot heavy on the gas pedal. Tonight is like many nights - a race, and a winning one. Screeching tires, open windows, the smell of gasoline.

[And then, all at once, a pedestrian!

[Tires squeal as he comes spinning to a stop. At first he can't tell if he's hit her. When he exits his car and sees that he hasn't, he curses.]

Fucking seriously?

[As if it's her fault!]

JENOVA ○ Final Fantasy VII series ○ OTA

[wingmaker]

Li Lonnie | Disney's Descendants

[heshande]

(info
Nothing smutty please!)

alina starkov | grishaverse

[solmate]

Lan Wangji | The Untamed | m/m

[guqin_strings]

Wei Wuxian | The Untamed | M/M

[flutegremlin]

estinien wyrmblood (final fantasy xiv)

[subsidence]

(A-48)
[The local children are particularly excited, going by the sound of it. They're shouting--whooping, really, in triumph or disappointment. Even a road away, they sound like a frenzied little stampede. And here is one more notable sound: a man's voice calling instructions. Again! Left! Back now! To me! Away! He rings out clear as a cloudless night, the stars all crisp for any navigator.

Estinien is the one calling out. He has the children running laps, and they seem to love it. Comfortable in his rigid posture, he's enjoying it too. He isn't smiling--but he is enjoying this, isn't he?]

(B-19)
[The grip of the pen is horizontal between his teeth, stuck thoughtlessly in his thoughtless grimace. The nib is dry, which is the problem. It bore enough ink to spatter over his cheek, and that's that. Estinien makes do with a stick instead. It's almost the same fit in his hand as the pen, burnt into charcoal at one end. He scratches away at a journal.

Hunched over, near the campfire, he raises his eyes. His teeth are too clenched for him to speak, so he just shrugs. It's uncharitable and curt, but all his diligence goes into the writing.]

(B-16)
[Estinien has been moving swiftly. His gait is still a walk, but there's so much power in his strides that one wonders if his feet quite touch the ground when he moves this way. But such is his habit: he's comfortable doing it, breezing down the familiar city lane.

So his halt nearly is an audible screech, when he rounds the corner before his companion and then stops short. He almost springs back; then he's immediately off in the other direction.]

Not that way, [he says, sounding like a jagged cliff's face--and like he's got something in his throat.]

(or, of course, bring your own prompt and/or starter! let me know if you have any scenarios you want to work out beforehand--and LMAO i will definitely not be able to stick to hard mode on these.)

B-19.

[embankment]

[The absence of an answer is as much an answer as any number of words. Aymeric can't say he was expecting anything when he asked after Estinien, after what the man might be writing in his journal--he can't say he's disappointed now. That hasn't dampened his curiosity, however. He's still trying to angle himself in such a way that he can see what's written on those pages (without giving himself away). The flickering campfire makes it impossible...

Aymeric shrugs himself.] If you were to wait until we've returned to base camp, you would not need to resort to burnt sticks.

Shadow Weaver | She-ra and the Princesses of Power

[mystacor]

Tony Stark | Marvel

[dyseuphoria]

Alexander Pierce || MCU (young)

[blueeyedsinner]

Subaru Sumeragi | Tokyo Babylon | X/1999

[subarusumeragi]