You know, I'm going to check - but I don't think you've actually prompted anything, Mara.
I've been too busy to really notice, but I get all the alerts (GOD DO I GET ALL THE ALERTS) and I can't remember seeing a single one from you outside this post...
She has Thursday! She has prompted. I think she is waiting for people to write them. Possibly! You may of gotten her prompts lost in the many comments in your inbox. That and we are all using the 'Team Purple' icon I made.
You guys (and the blues, I think?) all using the same icon is confusing. Altho to be fair I have very little idea who's prompts I'm filling as I fill them, I'm purely focusing on the prompt XD
And yes, anything, absolutely anything could get lost in my inbox at the moment.
Lice equals love? / Arthur, Gwen, Percival / PG: {w: has talk of lice}It’s impossible not to hear it, the shrill yell of an unhappy woman. Worst timing ever. He’s yet to find her. Merlin, crazy magical friend who is off in India now to gather snake heads for some potion, ew, told him there’d be clues. Well where they be, eh
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Budget Vacations, Roman Gods and Xingtea / AG, Gwaine / PGShe’s asked that inevitable question that just makes her shake her head. Why must she live in a world caffeine/soda addicts? It’s like everyone just assumes you drink it and it’s the stupidest thing ever
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Favors are hard to come by, Arthur, Gwen, Tom with a brief appearance by Merlin, G
Tom fingered Arthur’s gift with a dubious look in his eyes.
“They are tongs made from a new type of metal, which makes them even more resistant to the heat.” Arthur rushed to explain. “The merchant stated that they came from a kingdom across the sea called Francia.”
“You think I do not know where Francia is, Sire?” Tom phrased the question as an accusation, his arms coming to rest upon his slightly protuding stomach.
Arthur’s eyes widened slightly. “Of course, Tom, I did not mean to imply that-“
“But of course not.” Tom picked up the first pair, turning it this way and that before depositing it back onto its leather pouch next to the other pairs of tongs. "I was not aware that my tools needed to be replaced; is my work no longer adequate, Sire?"
"No, not at all. I only-"
"As a matter of fact, the finest sword I ever made is currently sitting at your hip, Sire." Arthur's mouth dropped open and he looked to Gwen for help. The latter was having a
( ... )
Heavens, what am I doing?It started all by accident, one morning while Arthur was on patrol in the lower towns when he glimpsed her flowly, curly hair and her lavender corseted gown - which she no doubt made herself -- as she made her way through the stalls. Three weeks had passed since the Lady Vivian incident and Gwen declared that she could not be his Queen, yet Arthur found that he could not stop thinking about her, or dreaming about her. Hell, even looking at her - which proved very distracting whenever he was in the same room as her, not only that but he had to endure Merlin’s constant teasing. But he always made sure Merlin regretted it
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I've been too busy to really notice, but I get all the alerts (GOD DO I GET ALL THE ALERTS) and I can't remember seeing a single one from you outside this post...
Maybe I'm wrong. But I think I'm right.
And I'm going to check it out later.
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You guys (and the blues, I think?) all using the same icon is confusing. Altho to be fair I have very little idea who's prompts I'm filling as I fill them, I'm purely focusing on the prompt XD
And yes, anything, absolutely anything could get lost in my inbox at the moment.
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Tom fingered Arthur’s gift with a dubious look in his eyes.
“They are tongs made from a new type of metal, which makes them even more resistant to the heat.” Arthur rushed to explain. “The merchant stated that they came from a kingdom across the sea called Francia.”
“You think I do not know where Francia is, Sire?” Tom phrased the question as an accusation, his arms coming to rest upon his slightly protuding stomach.
Arthur’s eyes widened slightly. “Of course, Tom, I did not mean to imply that-“
“But of course not.” Tom picked up the first pair, turning it this way and that before depositing it back onto its leather pouch next to the other pairs of tongs. "I was not aware that my tools needed to be replaced; is my work no longer adequate, Sire?"
"No, not at all. I only-"
"As a matter of fact, the finest sword I ever made is currently sitting at your hip, Sire." Arthur's mouth dropped open and he looked to Gwen for help. The latter was having a ( ... )
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Heavens, what am I doing?It started all by accident, one morning while Arthur was on patrol in the lower towns when he glimpsed her flowly, curly hair and her lavender corseted gown - which she no doubt made herself -- as she made her way through the stalls. Three weeks had passed since the Lady Vivian incident and Gwen declared that she could not be his Queen, yet Arthur found that he could not stop thinking about her, or dreaming about her. Hell, even looking at her - which proved very distracting whenever he was in the same room as her, not only that but he had to endure Merlin’s constant teasing. But he always made sure Merlin regretted it ( ... )
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