Splintered Light, Chapter 5.2: Intervention
The response was, as expected, uninspired machismo. "he'll get away talkin' trash... that's why he wouldn't do it in mehnzilian.
SWTOR: Remote Control
_" malfius wasn't familiar with that curse, the uninspiring name of ryloth's fourth moon. at one point, the people of ryloth had worshipped the moons as gods, their names long-forgotten. but the curse still stood.
Kibble - A Canine Adventure
The other arm of the sign indicated he stood on trafalgar street – a grandiose name for the main street of an uninspiring town. drifts of dead leaves and rubbish lay banked up against the car's tyres, for it had not moved in a long time.
Candles
Also sorry for not writing in forever, i've been busy, and rather uninspired to write much. oh and this is inspired by rent kinda sorta yeah. the song light my candle kinda brought this on.
A Charming Skunk
It was a very homely and reasonably priced tavern if not a tad uninspiring with the décor. the local restaurants seemed to be deliberately not catering for my tastes so after about an hour of searching i returned to the tavern, stomach growling slightly.
A Dangerous Ritual
It might have looked run-down and uninspiring, but it was the best in the business for magical ingredients-- it kept itself inconspicuous for a reason. some of those ingredients are incredibly expensive.
Visiting the Botanical Gardens (6/10)
It all seemed... rather uninspiring, almost dull actually as he continued to look around. it was just a dark cavern in the middle of some sort of mountain and yet the kitsune had a wide smile on his face.
Sutopia, Ch 17
"uninspired names are the worst of the bunch. exactly like, that, yes, logan." that brought up quite the question. "then what about a place like ozar's realm?"
A New Job - Part 3
The template was essentially taking away the drab uninspiring colours of the base form and the extra ports and accesses hatches that were used to cyberise the original organic body.
Part III-Infiltration
_they're so...uninspiring._ i pull out my cell phone and dial shane's number. he picks up with a standard "hello?" "hey shane? it's me, i was wondering if we could talk for a little while again." "sure, man.
From Clay
I couldn't keep seeing myself pumping out uninspired works and having them reproduced until every last drop of originality was drained and crushed. _i_ stopped it. i was the one who shut the factory down.
The Power of Words
Bland, boring and uninspired. he sighs and follows mathilda to the living room where she invites him to have a seat across from her. “thank you." he claps his hands together. “alright, so any questions before we start?" mathilda.