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ways_back_room2015-10-08 05:20 am
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DE: Tiny fics
Let's do short fics today. Tag in with the pups you'd like to play with, we'll comment with prompts, and you write a short fic (aka 140characters or six word stories) based on the prompt.

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Zecora
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Enzo: hallucination
Zecora: aboveground
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from collecting cave fungus
and smiles at the sun.
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Luidaeg
Ahsoka
Selina
Bonus points:
Harvey Bullock (Damn you Gotham)
Sabine Wren
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Ahsoka-friends
Selina-know you
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"Laughing. I think." Replied an equally worried Quentin.
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=D
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"Why?" Bruce asked, stepping towards her despite himself.
"I just do," she replied, not having any way to tell him their worlds were just to different. Not like he would get it anyway. She leap and was gone.
Bruce ran forward to watch her disappear. "I just want to know you." He said since she was gone and it was safe to say.
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Dejah Thoris
Tars Tarkas
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Katya
Oswin
Jemma
Glorfindel
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Oswin: condemned
Jemma: rage (And OMG, are you up to date with AoS?)
Glorfindel: blowtorch
(Feel free to switch those around if it helps.)
Glorfindel - time to go orc hunting
"Flames for how far?"
The warrior's grin was a brilliant, vicious thing.
Katya - Dish served cold
Oswin - Queen of infinite space
Maybe that's why the Predator didn't save her. He knew she'd never be able to fully leave.
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She just remembers the doctor telling her that her best friend won't wake up again. After that, it's just red.
(No, still slogging through the middle of season two... but I have enough spoilers to know my girl is in a heap of trouble. )
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(Would, "She's mostly okay?" be better. :D )
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Noriko: molten
Ganymede: harpoon
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Will Scarlett
Charles Xavier
Quentin
William Evans
Moist von Lipwig
Sameth
Jane Austen
Ivan Vorpatril
Demeter
Tumnus
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boar, habit, degenerate, hotly, degrading, ring, freewill, caterpillar, flawless, frisky
Not as fair
"Its a whirlpool. Why do you have a whirlpool in the knowe, Dean?" Quentin peered down at the contained and swirling water that seemed to be giving off steam.
"Because it feels nice, its good for relaxing your muscles and I'm trying to put a few water features in here and there for my mother," Dean had his feet dangling in the water and grinning, "You need to untense."
"And so I should step into a whirling and steaming water pit."
"Its nicer than a hot shower, come on," Dean striped down and was soon comfortably in the water as Quentin sighed and folded his clothes before moving slowly into the water, "What happened to your shoulder?"
Dean nodded at Quentin's scar as Quentin sighed, this did feel nice, Toby and her weird water stuff was getting to him, "I got shot on a job with Toby, our first one."
"Huh," was all Dean said as he looked over at Quentin.
Habit
"That's unfair. I'm simply a habit," Charles leaned back in his chair and considered his move.
"No, worst one, as you continue to be far too interesting company and stubborn."
Chased
Perfect
"Aren't you a truly flawless Vor, Lieutenant Vorpatril," Lady Vorhano said to him with a purr.
Ivan took a sip of his drink, looked at her hand on his chest, inwardly sighed before saying, "Not flawless, quite flawed like the rest of my family."
"Yes, but its an amazing family and you stand out from them all."
With his next sip, Ivan counted to ten under his breath and turned his head to look around the room, he hated being seen as a way to the throne, "Is that Captain Illyan? Mamere was telling me she wanted to talk to him."
Lady Vorhano took a quick breath, she wouldn't try anything so open again and with a proper nod left.
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Henry Mills
Lois Lane
Evelyn Trevelyan
Tavi
Anakin Skywalker
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Anakin just shrugged with a slight grin. “It worked, didn’t it?” He kicked the remains of the droid in front of him, turning off and putting away his lightsaber as he did. “Besides, they were plants. That many fewer battledroids and the Republic can move in whenever it wants. How isn’t that a successful negotiation?”
The older Jedi just sighed. “Try to make less of a mess next time.”
“Whatever you say, Master.”
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She breathes in and the air feels like sandpaper in her throat, the silence deafening all around her. She thinks to herself that the sound of screaming might actually make this place less disturbing...
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