Chapter 4 (Des-Berfo High): In His Eyes
Frisk laughed and scribbled his cell number onto a scrap of paper and handed it to him. "don't have too much fun new guy." frisk called as donnie finally walked into the cool air of the hallway.
Forty-Four Eat You!
A silly little vore-story damien piqued my muse into scribbling up. on a fun summer's afternoon, what better way to pass the time, than a game of 44-see-you, where losing gets you eatten?
As Your Voice Fades | Part 1
He took a look at the monitor next to my bed and scribbled down some things on a clipboard. "we'll keep you here for a few more days before we send you home and refer you to a physical therapist so you can get use to walking again." "walking again?"
Expansive Imprint - Thursday Writing Prompt
The knowing nod of someone who has seen the worst an artist can possibly do, the quiet scribbling as the greatest possible insults a critic could muster is written down as fast as their brains could work. all of that he expected.
Dog Eat Cat World
Aren pulls out a piece of paper and scribbles down notes. he hands it to tanio. "what's this?" tanio asks, scanning over the piece of paper. "the terms of your surrender." aren places his paws on the table and clasps them together.
Jack: Rexi and Talon -- 02 Rexi
Rexi decided he _had_ to sneek a look at this human, and turned, ever so casually, a few inches from where he was scribbling down names. oh. _not_ a human, although he sounded like it. orc.
A Blessing, or a Curse?
He scribbled the phrase "gautam budh foun hel hm" before his hands were shaking too much to hold his pen. the pain felt like a tiny dentist's drill was being driven through his temples.
Good Uncle
One paw scribbled away with a pencil tightly clutched in it. the other was stuffed in his lap, stroking the tip of his tail. it'd curled around his waist tightly, a testament to pouting cubs everywhere.
Sapphire Transition: Chapter 2
Pratch nodded and after scribbling he turned just in time to see layne fall over out cold, "oh dear, perhaps we should have taken more precautions and done it outside of a cold area."
Star Fox: Inertia - Ch. 9 of 12
He scribbled notes on his tablet. "see, this is just the sort of valuable expertise we consult you for." the vixen pointed to the underside of his holographic gunship. "why not just attach it to the ship directly and call it a turret?"
Allison Towers and the Celestial Globe. Oh, and Laser Grids
Allison exclaimed, tossing the globe into the pile of random shiny objects and laying down another piece of paper, scribbling and scrawling over it.
Shock to the System
Producing a pen, he set about scribbling his signature on the papers. then, absently, he said, "hauptsturmfã¼hrer, i understand this is your first visit to one of our...pleasant little camps."