[The Bitty Meme]

[fairbrook]

The Bitty Meme

 

Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

 

૪ Post up your character- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

૪ ????

૪ PROFIT!

 

 

 

You're Just An:

 

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

Comments

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm laughed, hand on the shoulder of the elfling beside him, the other pointing out how close his practice arrow was to the center mark of the target. "See how close? This was because you fired while exhaling; if you'd held your breath or made sure it had all escaped you, you would have been perfectly on the center! Well done, well done!"

[lasdithen]

Well done says Celegorm, and Legolas huffs a breath in frustration. Impatient, though adoring the practise, he wishes, so wishes he could get it right at last. It's been hours, polishing this skill and little by little getting better and the arrow landing closer to the dead centre with each piece of advice and each correction of his mistakes.

"Then I shall try again!" Though contrary to his frustrated fuming, he's hardly discouraged. Legolas looks up to Celegorm instead with a look of determination, and hope that he hasn't grown tired of instructing him yet.

[avisionofwar]

"Very well," instructs Celegorm, smiling. "But you will stand three paces further back when you shoot again."

He was nothing if not a demanding instructor.

[lasdithen]

Thin lips press together, just a little, as bright eyes grow wide. At times, perhaps, seeming unnaturally large in the small face. A challenge more demanding, and with it more frightening (of failure), yet at the same time so much more exciting.

A moment of silence followed by a cheerful outburst, "Yes!" Then he zooms away to pick up the arrow off the target and returns to Celegorm's side. From there, he counts three long (so long they are, in fact, quite difficult for his short legs to make) paces away from their position. Turning, his look back is most expectant.

Is Celegorm going to approve?

[avisionofwar]

Celegorm laughed, brightly, at his pupil's strict adherence to the instruction, and remained by the target, grinning broadly. "Good!" he cried, and lifted his arm: the same motion given to soldiers, the instruction to draw.

"Both eyes open! Draw all the way back, remember where to position your hands!"

Slowly, he stepped away from the target, watching the young elf like a hawk. "Monitor your breaths. Your heart. Even the slightest tremble you make will travel through the string, through the arrow. Become the stillest point in the world, the axis upon which it turns. Let nothing break your focus."

A long pause.

"Let fly!"

[lasdithen]

The responding grin is little, terribly poorly contained, but bright all the same. Without a word he follows each and every instruction. Some of those he already knows by heart, and his body knows the motions as if they became a second nature to him. Nocking the arrow, pulling the string. His focus all goes to the within, following Celegorm's words. The breathing, the heartbeat, every muscle and bone. Legolas makes himself aware of every little detail of his body.

Even the shift of his hair on the gentle breeze.

He does not swallow, he does not blink, breath held long until the instruction to release the arrow comes.

And so he does and fly it does right at the target. The sharp thump comes at the heels of Legolas's sudden exhale and inhale. He might have been turning a little blue in the face, with how long he held his breath.