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subnautica2016-10-04 07:38 pm
snuggies) wrote in subnautica2016-10-04 07:38 pm
Entry tags:
- avatar: legend of korra: korra,
- danganronpa 2: mikan tsumiki,
- ff: xiv: dori,
- free!: makoto tachibana,
- free!: rin matsuoka,
- fullmetal alchemist: alphonse elric,
- homestuck: jade harley,
- original: adaline/evaline asileinarke,
- skullgirls: valentine,
- spirited away: chihiro ogino,
- supergirl: kara zor-el,
- tangled: rapunzel
( action | oct.03 ) arrival
medical bay | escape from alcatraz
[ If Scott had to choose a way in which he'd wake up on another planet, completely cut off from his home, his family, his pack, then being licked by an eager dog is most definitely his welcome of choice. He's always been fond of animals, and as frazzled as he is (largely convinced this is some strange nemeton-induced hallucination), the presence of a dog by his side, barking and pawing at him does wonders to calm his nerves.
At least until he notices the glowing eyes in the rest of the room, his heart promptly freezing in his chest. Because the thing is, that while Scott loves all animals, the feeling is most definitely not mutual.
It's only thanks to his werewolf senses that he manages to react in time, hearing the first warning growl and how many eyes is that even, before he's scrambling to his feet and getting the hell out of dodge.
He bolts through the door, barrelling into the hallway with no remorse. ]
Sorry! Sorry, sorry!!
kitchen | got a booty like a cadillac
Oh, sorry.
[ It's all gone so wrong.
There's probably a map on the device that URSULA had given him, and he's young enough to be able to figure out these newfangled gadgets, but he's still here, slumming around blindly like a plebian. Which means that he's made about five wrong turns into the kitchen while carrying all his stuff. It hadn't been so bad until the mattress had decided to inflate himself the moment he'd stepping into the fork and knife loaded space.
And now he's desperately trying to manoeuvre around the kitchen without his mattress destroying everything that stands in its path. (Another pair of mugs go clattering toward the ground.) ]
Oh—I'm really. [ He winces. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to trap you against the wall.
[ Or maybe he did; teenagers are kind of the worst. ]
wildcard
[ please feel free to leave a blank comment and i'll write you a custom prompt! or vice versa, just hit me with anything and i'll roll with it. i'm always down to plot something out as well. c: ]
edit: i'm an idiot that didn't think of this sooner, but i realised that it might be handy to have a permissions post regarding scott's werewolf senses. if you have time, please consider filling it out!
At least until he notices the glowing eyes in the rest of the room, his heart promptly freezing in his chest. Because the thing is, that while Scott loves all animals, the feeling is most definitely not mutual.
It's only thanks to his werewolf senses that he manages to react in time, hearing the first warning growl and how many eyes is that even, before he's scrambling to his feet and getting the hell out of dodge.
He bolts through the door, barrelling into the hallway with no remorse. ]
Sorry! Sorry, sorry!!
kitchen | got a booty like a cadillac
[ It's all gone so wrong.
There's probably a map on the device that URSULA had given him, and he's young enough to be able to figure out these newfangled gadgets, but he's still here, slumming around blindly like a plebian. Which means that he's made about five wrong turns into the kitchen while carrying all his stuff. It hadn't been so bad until the mattress had decided to inflate himself the moment he'd stepping into the fork and knife loaded space.
And now he's desperately trying to manoeuvre around the kitchen without his mattress destroying everything that stands in its path. (Another pair of mugs go clattering toward the ground.) ]
Oh—I'm really. [ He winces. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to trap you against the wall.
[ Or maybe he did; teenagers are kind of the worst. ]
wildcard
edit: i'm an idiot that didn't think of this sooner, but i realised that it might be handy to have a permissions post regarding scott's werewolf senses. if you have time, please consider filling it out!