#dramatic meme

So 13, berserk on death, shot me straight to Wynston and Ruth. I’ll try toget sketches going for the other ones, too :)

This, uh. Is not uplifting. Revenge, and all that. This is set after the endof Knights of the Dawning Alliance but contains no spoilers for the game orKotDA.

13. Who would go berserk at harm or death befalling the other.

“Wynston! You have to stop!”

Wynston crouched in the little round courtyard outside Hoboru the Hutt’spalace and looked up at a frazzled Lana. “Stop what?”

“Whatever you’re doing here. By yourself. This isn’t the way to handle thissituation.”

”Situation?” A harsh rasp appeared in his voice, and didn’t go away. ”Ruthis dead. At his order. For the low price of one little pleasure planet, which I will deal with in a moment. She’sgone. I’m just running damage control.”

Clockwork: “I shall manage his schedule with absolute precision. No tantrums under my watch.” Ancient of Storms: “I offer calming thunderstorms to soothe his restless spirit.” Ancient of Life: “My healing mists will restore him swiftly.” Ancient of Chaos: “I’ll make his fever fun.” Fright Knight: “I volunteer to scare away the germs.”

Bruce: “I don’t care who does it—just keep him alive.” Alfred: “Tea and biscuits are prepared. I’m ready.”

Clockwork (attempting order): “Nap time is at 1900 hours. Deviation will not be tolerated.” Danny (sneezing, glowing faintly): “No nap. Play.” Ancient of Chaos: “Perfect! Playtime chaos is my specialty!” Ancient of Life: “Rest, child. Restore.” Ancient of Storms: “I can lull him with gentle rain.” Danny: casts a tiny storm cloud that drenches everyone “NOPE.”

Fright Knight: lurking in the corner “I’ll protect him from nightmares and bad germs.” Jason: “He’s already scared of me. What’s new?” Danny: smiles devilishly “You good scary.”

Ancient of Life: “Allow me to sing a healing hymn.” Danny: covers ears “Too loud. No sleep.”

Clockwork: “I will regulate his feeding schedule.” Danny: throws juice box “I am the schedule.”

Ancient of Chaos: “Then let chaos reign!” Ancient of Storms: “Chaos + storms = disaster.” Ancient of Life: “Healing + order = peace.” Danny: giggling “Chaos is fun.”

Bruce: “Someone—anyone—please just hold him.” Alfred: “On it, sir.” picks up Danny gently

Danny (cuddled in Alfred’s arms): “Cookie?” Alfred: “One, freshly baked.” Danny: “Cookie good. I nap now.”

Ancients (in unison): “The power of the mortal butler triumphs.”

Bruce: “Alfred’s officially the best babysitter in all realms.” Danny: half-asleep “Alfred... king too.”

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@hostilebutcuddly​ said:  " was it you? did you do all this? " (It's the 03 Lan Fan for you!)

This definitely wasn’t the worst Kimbley had ever done. Around him, the men had been haphazardly stacked, the one in his still-curled fist dangling limp by his shirt collar---but the life within these low brow, weaklings of adversaries had not been entirely purged. The point had simply been to disable them---to teach them a lesson, for even considering stiffing him on their previous negotiations. 

That’s what happened when folks dared cross Zolf J. Kimbley.

His glance toward the source of the intrusive voice was subtle, unconcerned, as though he wasn’t surrounded by bruised and bloodied bodies, his voice equally calm as he spoke:

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@celestianvices​ said:  " something is clearly bothering you. "

Had his mood truly gone so unchecked? Perhaps he would experience embarrassment for this slip-up, if he were truly capable, thus in its place was a passive sort of discontent, fingers handling the rim of his whiskey glass with an absent idleness. 

“Not necessarily bothering me---” he began, blandly, decidedly taking a drink to break up his half of the dialogue, before placing the emptied glass back upon the table with a pointed clack, “---more like, I am overcome with an unpleasant smattering of ennui as of late. While I do enjoy engaging in my research and etcetera, it’s been so very long since I’ve gone on a proper adventure.”

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@hopecaged​ said:  " something is clearly bothering you. " - sephiroth

It wasn’t as though Kuja had been bothering to hide the onset of this insufferable ennui from his companion---but the fact that the other had actually been perceptive enough to verbally identify its existence was... quite moderately impressive, given how often such nudges seemed to go completely unnoticed. The SOLDIER could sense danger from a league away, and yet could hardly recognize a feeling when it was right in front of him.

An exaggerated harrumph in response, followed by the shift onto his exposed abdomen, the book in his slender hand gracefully following the motion. Spine pressing into the plush pillow, cerulean eyes, veiled by sooty lashes, continued trailing over the delicate cursive, despite currently absorbing nothing---merely having to put on a show. Bare legs kicking---almost with a childish rhythm---followed by a thoughtful hum before he finally chose to speak:

Prompt: http://brightephemera.tumblr.com/post/179946479676/extra-dramatic-otp-asks-send-me-a-ship-and-number

3. Who would pine away in silence their entire lives without confessing their love.

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Ruth was used to taking what she wanted.

She was unlearning that, here with the Alliance. She was respected, but people were blunt with what they expected out of her. And she certainly didn’t think she could just grasp what caught her eye.

Who caught her eye.

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