Pippin, fiction-writing student, hopeless romantic, loves too many things to list, has really swirly handwriting, loves Faeries
But seriously do you ever think that all those who died in the battle of Hogwarts probably went on the chocolate frogs’ cards . And Teddy opening one before going on the train to Hogwarts and seeing his parents smiling at him, so they were actually there to see him off on his first year.
drowning in an ocean of my tears
I’m feeling itchy for a writing exercise.
Give me four words. Any words, random words, themed words, whatever you like.
I will write a 100 word story with them in the reply to your ask.
*Please specify if you would like a certain character.
(Also, feel free to join in and reblog.)
I wanna play.
Ooo! Ooo! Me, too! Me, too!!
I’ll do it too. I still have two from last night I have to do as well…
(I tried to write this like how Mordin speaks. Microsoft Word had most of it underlined in green for fragments, so I think I did good haha)
Mordin knew Shepard had nightmares. Was hard to miss; dark circles under eyes, spacing out, general aura of pushing too hard for too long. Was a doctor, not psychologist. Wasn’t much could do but talk to about good rest, give sleeping pills, and hope they worked.
But when Shepard had come into his lab, crying, asking if she could sleep on one of the metal tables, please, to be near someone, hadn’t wondered why him. No, told her would stay with her until the night ends. Beyond that, if could. Wanted to try human, he decided. Wanted to try her.