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1 and/or 3 for the micro story post!
Not gonna lie, the combination of “1. Don’t go” and “3. I trusted you” feels like a direct attack on my Horizon feelings and I am here for it.
The words are in her throat. Or at least, she thinks they are. Xiomara doesn’t know her own body these days, its pieces jagged and ill-fitting, grinding with each step as if about to fall apart.
But she feels the words form when sees Kaidan give her that look. The same shadow cast over his eyes as the time he spoke to her of Rahna, of BAaT, of civilian life. He looks at her like a thing to grieve, and people only grieve things they have left behind.
Don’t go.
Her heart pounds and she knows she is selfish enough to say it. She never has asked it before, but she will if it’s him, if he will just—
“I trusted you.”
The past tense echoes through her pieces. Before she can tell which one is breaking, she is walking away to keep the rest intact.
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inafieldofdaisies · 7 months
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1. don’t leave + mercy x jacob 💕
Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.
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The empty hallways that greeted Mercedes as she entered St. Francis gave her a pause, causing her to worry something she wasn't in the loop about had taken place, yet as she navigated the familiar route to Jacob's office her demeanor remained relaxed, inconspicuous. Her knuckles rapped against the door softly, the curt "Come in" that echoed as response hinting his mood might be the reason why his men were nowhere to be found. She breezed into the room, gaze setting on him as he stood hunched over his desk that was covered in yet another set of plans doomed to fail. "Isaac said you'd asked to see me, a bit too official, wouldn't you say?", she didn't let the fact he hadn't even bothered to turn around and look at her at all discourage her from inching closer until her hands descended onto his shoulders, knitting at the tense muscles beneath her fingertips. "I did, but the situation has changed. You know the way out.", his tone was as emotionless and matter-of-fact as it could get, telling her that sending her away without explanation was something she had to accept as an order, rather than request. Mercedes rounded the desk until he had no choice but to actually face her, "What's wrong with you now?" The snarl he offered her felt forced, giving her a glimpse through the act he was trying to put on, "Absolutely nothing." The second she crossed her hands over her chest and his eyes instinctively dipped down, she had her confirmation, "You suck at acting, I believe we already established that, but I will go, Jacob, just don't come crawling back to me later, because I will not let you in." The stormy look in his eyes signaled she had struck a nerve before Jacob even opened his mouth, "I don't crawl, sweetheart, ever." "Whatever helps you sleep at night.", her lips quirked up into a smirk, before she sent him a final brief glance, "Goodbye, have fun with whatever you're doing." Mercedes twirled around with that, and where most people would have probably scurried out of his sight quickly, each step she took towards the door was measured, meant to make him hesitate. As expected, his voice rang out behind her just when her hand wrapped around the doorknob, "Don't leave."
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seeker-of-truth · 9 months
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32 dust motes for the micro story
I did not forget about this I promise, I'm just very slow on the draw lately 😅 . Thank you so much for sending me one to do! (also I def had to look up what dust motes were because I don’t think I’ve ever seen that phrase, so yay for learning!)
The afternoon sun came in through floor-length windows, covering the room in a warm glow, dust motes dancing in the air. V slowly wakes up, rolling to face the bed's other occupant. She lies there face to face with Johnny. Right now he looks peaceful, the constant creases of anger and anxiety in his face smoothed by sleep, his hair partially obscuring his face and feathering out on his pillow. In this moment the world feels calm, and V can pretend that everything will be okay. Almost.
Also I’m still so down to do more of these if anyone is interested the list is here :)
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blarrghe · 2 years
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46. shimmer! ✨
doing micro stories for @dadrunkwriting , idk if NA started yet but I did. Short, poetic Fenders is my favourite Fenders --
The brands burn, sometimes, and Anders doesn't touch them. Not if he can help it. His hands are careful, steady, gentle and...
Healing.
He is, after all, a healer.
But when he does touch them it only feels like bright, singing... Magic. He is, after all, a mage.
The feeling is sharp, soft, exciting, and so soothing. A terrifying rush of sensation and as easy as breathing. Impossible, like the rest of it.
There is lyrium in Fenris' skin. Magic attracts magic, and Anders can't always help it. He is careful, steady, gentle and...
Hot.
Irresistible, unquenchable, insatiable, his.
Fenris finds himself craving it, finds his hands pulling at his grasp, neck arching to his teeth. Maybe because there is lyrium in Anders' skin, too. Magic. In his blood, in his soul, in Justice, maybe. The brands burn, sometimes, and so does Anders' cracking skin. With anger, with fear, with pain, sometimes even with healing.
And yet, with each other, they shimmer.
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Been a while, ain't it
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unusuallysized-sfw · 5 months
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The SEQUEL YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR
DOCTOR WHO X BORROWERS AU
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The Doctor sans companion lands upon a very strange planet, its oxygen content is liveable but extremely low for the size of the sphere.
They are even more confused when upon exiting the tardis they step on a tree.
the whole planet is 16x smaller than that of say earth. The Flora seems identical to that of most "terra like" planets but on a reduced scale, the doctor concedes that the whole thing seems like a radical exaggeration of how oxygen affects the "scale of life"
none the less they are fascinated.
especially when a huntswoman emerges into the =new= clearing. and immediately points a comically tiny spear at them.
"Hark! Giant! Be you a Demon a god amonster or Extra Terrestial, Friend or Foe, you trespass upon my forest."
The Doctor is unsure how to proceed here given any attempt to get on the level may be taken as a sign of...pity or diminishment. so they eventually just flop to the ground comically rather than bending
"Right sorry bout that, The Doctor, Probabbly Friend, Extra Terrestial, lovely planet...lovely forest too...sorry about the mess...i'll help you replant if-"
"Stay your Tongue, 'Doctor' why are you going prone, you are far too large to be inconspicuous. and far too vast for most predators to even bother." She echoes.
How would this move forward? i look forward to your ideas in the replies n reblogs!
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lenievi · 1 year
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For the microstory, spones and (sorry I forgot what number it was but skfnendns) trembling hands? 😳
Spock ran his fingers through the soft hair, across the temple, across the cheek. He touched the lips, fingers trembling.
“Sleep well.” He leaned down and kissed the wrinkled forehead.
The door closed behind him.
With one glance at his face, Joanna’s eyes welled with tears.
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mgrfp · 5 months
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Monster Girl Romance Fiction Prompt #14
You're woken up by a strange woman on top of your body who claims you according to the law of her people. There's definite chemistry but it's an awkward relationship because you don't know each other's cultural norms and because she's the size of a hummingbird.
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bicyclepainting · 2 years
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For the micro prompts: 31 for Milo & Sweetheart? ❤
hi beans!!! ty for the request :-)
31- cold
Sweetheart felt their teeth chattering and turned to glare at Milo. Feeling the heat of their glare, even through the biting cold, he says, "I told you to bring a better jacket, Sweetheart."
"A good partner would just give me his!"
"A good partner wouldn't because then you wouldn't learn your lesson!"
They huff and continue shifting from foot to foot, trying to warm up their body. He was right, of course he was. They did have a bad habit of underestimating how cold they would get.
Milo sighed and started unzipping his jacket. They watched him with hesitation, there's no way he'd give in that easy.
He suddenly stepped very close to them and hugged them, wrapping his jacket around both of them. The warmth radiating from him was worth more than gold.
They wrap their arms around him, underneath the jacket and lay their head against his chest so his chin rested just over their head. They sigh happily and Milo scoffs, even though he wouldn't rather be doing anything else than having his arms around them.
"You're a stubborn ass, you know that?"
"I love you," they mumble.
"I love you too."
Sweetheart never learned their lesson.
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WIP Whenever
A couple of friends tagged me for WIP stuff lately so I'm sharing a drabble-in-progress now that I have the spoons :) Thank you to all who thought of me btw! <3
They sit there, just the two of them and the view of an endless ocean beneath them.
The scent of saltwater hangs heavy in the air and flows into his lungs. It is not quite like Vancouver, but it feels like the least foreign air he has breathed in a while.
Shepard takes a pebble and launches it at the surface. “I almost drowned once.”
She says it casually, as if speaking about what she had for lunch. When he takes a look at her –and pries his attention away from the way the wind sweeps her hair–, her face is just as nonchalant.
“Were you doing something stupid?” He asks, because most of her stories about near-death start that way; but he catches himself and quickly coughs out, “Ma’am?”
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inafieldofdaisies · 7 months
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Hi! for the micro story asks: 15. trembling hands for a pairing that comes to mind! ✨
Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.
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"Are you going to blame me for ruining another jacket of yours?", Sabrina mumbled, trembling hands grasping the back of his shirt as she sank into the embrace, allowing herself to enjoy the warmth radiating from his body. Just for a second, no more than that. "You're going to catch a cold.", whatever anger she could sense seeping from John prior had given way to concern, a switch flipped. "I'm fine." A groan broke free at the words that she had instinctively uttered out, his hold on her tightening, "I'm so close to forbidding you from using that word ever again." "Like that would work." "I can certainly try, Deputy."
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allison-dedecker · 1 year
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Prompt Words: Rattle-Rose-Corrupt-Final
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withoutend · 1 year
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g/t prompt 39
micro sized city that has to deal with kaiju which are just ordinary flies and ants
i wonder how they would fight them off...
lego sized mechs? figurine sized but relatively giant magical girls? normal person who is deity sized and looking after them?
is the city on top of or near something important?
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1 for the micro story game?
Link to the prompt list
1= don't leave
Rules:
3-10 sentences based on the prompt
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"Don't leave," tumbled past her lips, "please, please I don't want to be alone again."
"I'm sorry."
He turned away, or tried to, and sighed when her bloody hand latched onto the edge of his sleeve.
"I didn't come here to save you."
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potatowitch · 2 years
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Hello! For the micro story prompts - 30: harsh whisper and/or 15: trembling hands?
@kerfanna also asked for these two! some legacy anders angst for you
Anders hates the Deep Roads.
As the rickety, rusted elevator rattles to a stop - another floor closer to the prison of this Corypheus; another floor further away from the sun - Anders swallows down the aching knot of anxiety that stuck itself in his throat the very second Hawke broke the first seal. The air down here is fetid, dank and still; they haven't felt the breeze in hours, and for a moment it is far too quiet. The only sounds that reach Anders' ears are the breaths of his companions, the creaking of the elevator as they step off, the lapping of the mucky water against a sandy shore.
Then it starts again - the murmur in his mind that has accompanied his every step through this fortress, getting clearer and stronger by the minute: come here. Come to me. Come home, Anders. Anders. AndersAndersAndersAn-
"-ders!"
Anders snaps back to attention at Hawke's voice, jumping as her hand lands on his shoulder and squeezes. Her brows are pinched together in concern as she looks up at him, her eyes unnaturally bright in the gloom of the cavern.
"You alright?" she asks softly. "You're trembling."
Anders looks down at the hand that doesn't clutch his staff, noting how his thin fingers twitch and shake of their own accord. He swallows and pulls his hand to his chest, gripping the heavy fabric of his coat.
"Fine," he tries to say, but it comes out as a harsh whisper, the word caught on the rough edge of the fear in his throat. He swallows again, shaking his head to dislodge the eerie, malicious chuckling trying to burrow into his brain. "I'll be fine, Hawke," he rasps. "We should keep moving."
Hawke frowns at him for a moment, the corner of her mouth twitching, and Anders can tell she's scrabbling for a witty one-liner or inappropriate quip to make him feel better - but she doesn't find one.
"Okay," she says finally, giving his shoulder one final squeeze before she turns away.
With his companions' eyes trained elsewhere, Anders allows himself a full-body shudder, Justice simmering angrily just under his skin.
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Candy
Gave myself another micro story prompt lol. Modern AU. In which Agi makes a request of her husband... SFW
Agnes: hey love do you mind stopping at a store on the way home to pick me up a few things? if not that’s okay <3
Estinien: anything for my SEXY WIFE :D what do you need
Agnes: candy
Estinien: …candy?
Agnes: it’s that time of the month, and i just really want some candy
Estinien: what kind of candy
Agnes: candy
Estinien: no what kind of candy
Agnes: just regular candy not sugar-free or shit
Estinien: AGI WHAT FUCKING CANDY DO YOU WANT
Agnes: idk chocolate candy?
Estinien: ffs give me anything specific
Agnes: chocolate candy or maybe some sour gummies????
Estinien: WOMAN
Agnes: MAN :P
Estinien: AGI PLS
Agnes: i want chocolates and sour gummies thx <3
Estinien: ANY BRAND????????
Agnes: just get good stuff
Estinien: x_x MADAM
Agnes: SER :P you know what i like!!!
Estinien: AGI PLS PLS PLS JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT
Agnes: i already did :P SMOOCH i trust you to get me what i want love <3
Estinien: your faith in me is both touching and misplaced :D
Agnes: lmao no because you’re my husband and i love you NOW GET ME SOME CANDY
Estinien: yes my sweet of course <3 SMOOCH see you later you are my favorite CANDY :D
Agnes: my sweet and sour gummy bear SMOOOOOOCH
Estinien: no one can find out about that or my reputation is gone D:
Agnes: and yet you call me your sweet sausage roll HMMMM lmao
Estinien: but you are a sweet sausage roll ;_;
Agnes: love you <3 ttyl
Estinien: I’LL GET YOUR CANDY OKAY I LOVE YOU SMOOCH <3
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