[6] [drabble] OP: Swords and Veggies

The really scary part is that this was 100 words exactly, with absolutely no editing. Just boom! Instant drabble. Think we may be writing too many of them lately.

( Drabble )

Oh, Neechan! Finally got 2 brain cells to rub together to get at least a semi-coherant idea out for your fic:

"Well, on the way out, one of the men stopped to paint a moustache on that sheep's head on the front of their ship."

"And?"

"They're on their way now to kick the ass of whoever defiled their sheep."

"Excellent. Tell the men to prepare for a fight."

... would Shanks as a sheep defiler work? It was enough to piss Luffy off to fight a whale.
Working on a few more ideas for a complete parody fic there... ^^;;

[6] (Quiz: Youkai) quick MaLoki thought

Took Ysabet's Quiz.

( As if there was any doubt )

Really REALLY wanted to choose "My eyes are wise and I smile a lot; all else is unimportant." for the shapeshifting question, but looked down and HAD to click "Ye gods, you could lose a Greyhound bus in my cleavage!" because dammit, it's true.
I SWEAR someone is laughing at me.

... got "YOU..... are a *SMALL, CUDDLY PET-THING!!* " the second time. o_O *looks at Icon* Riiiiiiiiight.

Speaking of small cuddly pet-things, just finished watching episodes 7 & 8 of Loki and was remembering everyone's first reaction to E-chan at the beginning, warning everyone to sit back and keep the lights on while watching TV.
Thought it was a small flying sperm-thing. ^^;;
...still looks like that...
Also thought that Loki himself was a cross between Detective Conan and Chibi-Count Cain. Hasn't changed our mind much.
And the opening is still kick-ass. *BEAMS!*

[6] Wyrd

'Wyrd' is a Norse word for both 'Weird' and 'Fate'. If a fortune-teller told you that you were going to die in the next battle, you accepted it, went out and died in the next battle. It was Wyrd. You accepted it and did not try to change it.

... just a passing thought.

Within 5 minutes, My Dad informed me that Luna Tic, our border collie, died. We got her as a puppy from the pound, and she was a nervous little thing, afraid of everyone and everything, but howled at the moon every night for 2 weeks, which is how she got her name.
We got her for my Grandfather in New Mexico, and the two of them hit it off like you wouldn't believe. But she had a problem with elderly women with canes, and in a city full of senior citizens, that's not good, so she's been living with my Folks for several years. But she's always's been Papa's dog.

Hang up, go looking for stuff that I need to start packing and accidently tip over the portable leather repair kit that sits on the bookshelf that I got when Papa died and it spills out. And I find 7 handmade arrowheads I didn't know were in there before.

I'm cleaning it up when my neighbour knocks on my door and informs me that the plant in the pottery pot that Papa made is sprouting babies and do I want one for inside the house?

... wyrd.