Give me prompts; I give you drabbles.

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oh, was that your plan? ffff

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Yeah it was ;w; it's okay!! I'll uh try to come up with something else -- maybe we should just PM again fff

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I don't see why we need to. fff I planned to do a couple more when i posted :'D;; you can write other pov?!

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Yeah, maybe!! Or I could write Chelsea and Victoria stuff or Alfred and Anya or Peter and Sera or any other combination or anything?? ;w;

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You... can do whatever you want!? :'D;; You don't need my permission to write for them.

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I just want to write something you want/will enjoy. ;w; <33

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I'd enjoy any of those. :'U;;

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Want to do a drabble trade? I'll write you DonLiech for some VashAoife e ue

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sure thing girlfrand

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Something hxh

Pitou quietly lamented atop her spire, her globular en spread wide across the castle and the surrounding areas. Though her face was held perpetually in a smile, clever Pitou was merely masking her emotions as she sat there, deep in thought. She daydreamed, you see. She daydreamed and she pondered. She was a simple mind, but intelligent enough to be capable of complex thought if given the quiet. She was a paradox of instinct, with her head going in one direction and her paws going in the other.

She dreamt of fields of grass, leaves on trees, an insect flittering by that she will then gleefully chase. She dreamt of battle, of blood soaking her claws, the taste of iron on her lips while her foes slept peacefully in pieces. She saluted, she bowed her head in respect, her tone changing immediately as she was addressed by her glorious King, with the female human by his side, waiting for a new game to begin. How she wished she could play...

Born to serve, but not born to live. That was Pitou, and though as loyal as she was she often thought on this. They were ants, bound to the king by their fates and their births, but deep within her was a being that sought something more, that sought more emotion than just blind loyalty and obeisance. This was a curse of sentience, but she comforted herself in the fact that this loyalty was not, in fact, blind, but rather born out of true respect and affection. He was a leader who would pave the way to glory, and she was happy she could witness it. On the other hand, her paws were still perfectly content to just be chasing butterflies.