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Just posted Chapter 6: Progress of my #GalaxyRangers #fanfic "Bionics" to the #AO3
At least three more chapters and an epilogue to come.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89238176/chapters/245201211
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I mean, I would love to read a novel or novella series about Dr. Pulaski and her husbands. One book for each husband. That could be fun. (Big Pulaski fan here.)
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I was wondering... is there Sybok and Captain Angel fanfic? I would really love to read some stories with them.
(It's my constant demand whenever I have favourite (side) characters that don't have a chance for more on-screen stories: Give me novels!)
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Titanic Steward: Fragment I
#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.
“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.
“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”
“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.
“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”
“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”
“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”
“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”
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Titanic Steward: Fragment I
#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.
“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.
“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”
“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.
“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”
“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”
“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”
“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”
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Titanic Steward: Fragment I
#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.
“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.
“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”
“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.
“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”
“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”
“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”
“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”
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Titanic Steward: Fragment I
#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.
“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.
“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”
“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.
“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”
“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”
“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”
“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”
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Titanic Steward: Fragment I
#FanFic #Titanic Voyage @juliebihn
#Wss366 Gin #TimeTravelAuthors 09/3. Bonus Fragment“Hey, Hart. What are you thinking? Are you stupid?” One of the other Titanic stewards asked.
“What do you mean?” Milo Hart took the comment calmly, though he probably would have decked the man back in port. Here, on board the ship, an altercation would get you reprimanded or fired. It was a good job that paid well. It was a darn sight better than being a dirt farmer back home. If he didn’t lose this job, he could marry Sally when the trip was done.
“I saw you out on the first-class promenade. You don’t belong there. And with a guest.”
“She asked me to escort her. She was feeling ill and needed air.” Hart made up an excuse on the fly. He had always been good at that. It might not have been true, but no one would ever know.
“She talks to herself,” and the other steward touched his head. “Be careful, you’ll get into trouble!”
“You trying to #gin up problems? Going to report me if I do a guest a favor?”
“No, I just worry about you. You’ve been odd recently.”
“Don’t fret. I have a sinking feeling it won’t matter for long. I’m usually right when I have these feelings too.”
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McGruff's Bridge Part 3 of 3
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #ThreeBillyGoatsGruff
#Wss366 MeccaWhile waiting for Elaine to arrive, Saya listened to thrushes in the bush, and Sheila continued smoking, much to the displeasure of the troll, as the fumes wafted down under the stone span.
After a pause, The Adventure of Nike spoke. “I can’t believe that troll. It said that I stank.”
Picking up a spray of elm leaves that had fallen from the trees, Saya hid her amused smile behind it. “Maybe you should go back and complain.”
“Humph.”
The two fell silent again until Elaine, the Ashen Witch, strolled up to the bridge. [Again, in case you’ve forgotten who that very handsome witch who had just stepped on stage and the bridge is, it’s me.]
Indeed, like the others, the local gulls had forced me out of the sky, and I was making my way to the Three Goats Inn and Tavern. The thought of their famous bread pudding and cream puffs hurried my steps. My heart lept at the sight of the bridge. I hurried across it only to have someone bellow at me from below. “Who’s that crossing my bridge?”
Turning, I found a huge, lumpy monster climbing over the span’s parapet. At four meters in height, it was a dominating figure. The leprous skin covering its enormous frame resembled lichen as much as anything else.
“I’m Elaine, and if you’re thinking of eating me, you should reconsider. Instead, I can recommend in…”
“Shut up! Two previous women promised me a luscious dinner, and here you are.”
“It wouldn’t have been those two ladies, sitting under that elm,” I said, pointing to where Saya and Sheila sat. “This is truly a #mecca for scoundrels. Even for a troll, you were foolish to listen to them. One would think a mountain goat had kicked you in the head.”
“Enough,” the troll thundered and charged toward me.
Modesty forbids me from describing how I dealt with the troll, but in the end, it went sailing over the parapet and fell into the river, where it sank like a lead stone.
As for my fellow witches, they were obliged to treat me to as much sausage, bread pudding, and cream puffs as I could eat.
[FINIS]
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McGruff's Bridge Part 2 of 3
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #ThreeBillyGoatsGruff
#Wss366 HobgoblinAn hour passed, and Saya began to drowse. The water of the stream sang her a lullaby, and the sweet smell of grass lulled her senses. The troll had long disappeared from view, its camouflaged skin blending with the stone of the bridge.
“Ah,” she said and pinched herself as a witch with two long blonde braids approached. The gray road dust begrimed her white coat and brown pants. And as the Charcoal Witch had guessed, a cloud of tobacco smoke surrounded the new figure.
“Who’s that crossing my bridge?” the troll bellowed as the woman neared the center of the span. Both of the troll’s hands and a set of horns, like rotting stink horn fungus, appeared over the parapet. A lopsided head with hair like Spanish moss; gigantic, goggling frog eyes; and jagged yellow teeth soon followed.
“I’m Sheila, the Adventurer of Nike, and who wants to know?” the witch replied, blowing blue-gray smoke toward the face.
“Cough, I’m… cough, McGruff the… cough, Troll, and I’m going to eat you, Miss Nike.”
“You’re not my type, big boy,” the witch said and blew another cloud of smoke toward the troll. “But there is a fair maiden close behind me in black robes and a pointy hat, with ashen hair and amethyst eyes. Oh, and she has a witch’s star like this,” and she pointed to one pinned to her coat.
Puff, puff.
“And you might ask, Mr McRuffian, who this person is?” Sheila continued. “It is Elaine, the Ashen Witch.”
[That’s me, the Wandering Witch!]
“Cough, cough. You stink!” the troll gasped.
Shiela readied her wand. “Have at me, big boy!”
“I’ll wait.” Cough. “I’d rather eat a #hobgoblin than you.”
“Humph,” Shiela said and continued on her way. Upon reaching Saya, her eyebrows went up.
Saya waved to a grassy spot downwind of her and said, “Shall we wait and see what Elaine does?”
Shiela nodded and took a seat.
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McGruff's Bridge Part 1 of 3
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #ThreeBillyGoatsGruff
#Wss366 #TrollSaya, the Charcoal Witch, hurried down the road, an urgent summons by the United Magic Association in her robes. Above, wheeled the country’s red and white Gulls. “Nasty creatures,” she said to no one in particular. “If it hadn’t been for you, I’d have finished this trip hours ago! I could have been flying, not walking.” She reached back and checked that she still had the tassel tying back her black hair. “Try to steal it, would you?”
The road she was on wound through a landscape of low scrub, climbing and falling as it paralleled the sea. The gray dust of the road had settled almost invisibly on her charcoal-gray robes but stained her black boots. Ahead lay the old stone McGruff’s Bridge, and a few miles beyond that lay the Three Goats Inn. White-walled, with a thick thatched roof, the inn would be warm. Saya dreamed of its smoky common room and the hot, steaming punch they served.
“D-mn gulls! If it weren’t for you, I’d be enjoying their punch with Elaina. She’s probably already there stuffing herself with their bread pudding and cream puffs.”
She turned to look behind her. Sheila, the third summoned witch, was just a dot cresting the ridge behind her. Saya could imagine the cloud of tobacco smoke that must surround her. It was going to be an interesting night when they all finally met up at the inn.
When she turned back, McGruff’s Bridge was in sight, its stone arch thick with lichen.
Hurrying forward, she was soon on it.
“Who’s that crossing my bridge?” came a booming voice from under her. At the same time, a mottled, gray hand the size of a dinner plate appeared on the edge of the parapet. It would have been hard to tell it from the lichen-encrusted stone if Saya hadn’t seen it appear.
“It’s little old Saya, the Charcoal Witch,” she responded and readied her wand.
“Well, Charcoal Saya, I am the #troll of McGruff’s Bridge, and I’m going to eat you.”
A second hand appeared with gnarled knuckles like walnuts.
“Mr. Troll, you don’t want to eat me. I’m small and have scrawny limbs like matchsticks. I would barely make a bite for you. But in a few years when I come back I will be nice and plump. Besides, another witch will be along in a moment, and she is full grown, tender, moist and juicy.”
“She is big?”
“Much bigger than I, sir.”
“She is tender?”
“Absolutely, sir. And sweet. Her teacher fed her nothing but milk, honey, and sweet baby vegetables.”
“Then you may pass, but I will expect you back in a few years.”
Saya hurried off the bridge and found a place to settle under an elm. The tree stood on a little hill and overlooked the bridge. Its rustling leaves blended with the rippling sound of water.
“What a delightful view,” she said. “This should be interesting.”
[Continued tomorrow]
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Charlotte’s Web Part 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #CharlottesWeb #AnimalFarm
#Wss366 lodge #ScribesAndMakers π11 It all started when…I stopped and looked around. The only creature visible was the pig, so I asked, “Did you speak, Mr. Pig?”
“I did. I am Napoleon, president of the great farm. And you, young lady, were about to destroy the fine work of my Minister of Education, Miss Charlotte.”
“I don’t see Miss Charlotte’s work, Comrade Napoleon.” I figured from what I had seen that the title would endear me to the swine.
“It’s ‘Your Excellency.’ Some animals are created more equal than others, and I am one such. And if you just look beyond your nose, you will see the fine tapestry, woven by Minister Charlotte.”
Now that I looked, there was a spider’s web that I had been about to brush aside. “That is indeed a fine web, Your Excellency. It even has writing in it: ‘Alternate Facts are True Facts.’ That is an interesting statement.”
“Indeed, and yesterday it read, ‘Rage is Freedom.’ That was something I said in a speech.”
I nodded. I didn’t understand how that worked, but I wouldn’t openly disagree. Instead, I brought up my reason for visiting. “The sign says I can get food and lodging here. Is that true?”
“Are you an ambassador from one of the local farms?”
“No, I’m just a wanderer.”
“Then we can #lodge you in the North Pasture and provide a bucket of raw oats and hay.”
“Oats and hay?” I asked incredulously.
“All animals are created equal, and if oats and hay are good enough for the donkey, they are good enough for you.”
“Perhaps you might find something better. Maybe bread? I am not used to oats and hay.”
“I see the minister has woven you an answer.”
When I looked, the web had changed. An enormous spider sat in its middle; around it was spelled out: “Half the oats at half the quality is good economics.”
What kind of warped reasoning was that, I wondered?
“I will have the dogs show you the way,” Napoleon said. He waved, and a pack of dogs came from a nearby thicket.
“Oh, dear!” I exclaimed. “I forgot I’m expected down the road a way this evening. I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Your Excellency.” The dogs looked fierce and were giving me the evil eye. Besides, who had ever heard of feeding guests raw oats and bedding them in a pasture?
There was a swine-like grunt, which I took for a farewell, and I hastily retired. After all, “Retreat is the highest form of bravery.”
[FINIS]
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Charlotte’s Web Part 1
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch #CharlottesWeb #AnimalFarm
#Wss366 Sty #ScribesAndMakers π11 It all started when...It all started when the witch got lost. The country she was going to wasn’t supposed to be far, yet the sun was nearing the horizon, and the only signs of civilization were neat country farms. Hunger gripped her belly, and she descended from the sky to view the signs posted outside the farmhouses.
Brushing her long, ashen hair away from her amethyst eyes, she read a small sign next to a farm gate: “Eggs.”
Eggs would be fine if she could cook them, but that seemed unlikely at the moment. What she wanted was bread and a place to sleep. A hay loft would do, but a proper bed would be better. Her pointy hat, long black robe, and the witch’s star brooch often impressed country folk, and she could trade fortunetelling for a meal and bed. The announcement that they would have a two-headed chicken in the spring or that their ewe would twin usually clinched the deal.
Who, you might ask, is this clever lady? It is, of course, I, Elaina the Ashen Witch.
There was no help for it; eggs were out, so I continued on my way.
The next farm had a sign next to a stile. Beyond was a #sty with an enormous, fat pig that examined me closely. Still further away, I saw a collapsed windmill and a barn with the words “All Animals are Equal” written on the side. An odd slogan for a farm, I thought.
What interested me most was the sign, though, and after a bit of puzzling over the poor spelling and odd writing, I made out what it said: “Fod and Ladging fer all COMERADES.” I was unsure if I were a comerade or even a comrade, but given the late hour, it was worth a try. I could definitely use “fod” and “ladging.”
“Hold there, comrade,” came a voice as I mounted the stile, “can’t you see the marquee?”
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The temptation to post some Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo stories to AO3 because there's currently so many people looking for Heated Rivalry fics and if they were to use the double "ll" version of the name Ilya, they might be subjected to my campy 1960s spies in smutty situations.
#TheManFromUncle #ManFromUncle #1960s_television #HeatedRivalry #AO3 #FanFic #1960sTV
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Paper Cranes Part 3 (Good Fortune Cranes)
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366The street was gorgeous, with each shop and stall adorned with strings of colorful cranes.
“Look!” Chiya showed off a unique crane-shaped taiyaki [Note 1] that she had bought. “I have to learn to make these. Customers would love them: cranes, capybaras, cats, tanuki, and…”
“Usagi, rabbits,” the other girls chimed in.
Chiya nodded enthusiastically. “An Anko taiyaki with bean paste; cranes with custard…” She continued until she had exhausted all the possible animals.
The other girls had stopped listening and ran to a temple booth.
“I got a ‘Good Fortune,’” Rize said, unfolding the yellow crane he had bought at the temple.
“Mine is a ‘Tremendous Fortune,’” Syaro said, showing her blue crane to the others.
“It’s a ‘Bad Fortune,’” Chino said, holding out the red crane she had bought.
The girl selling them leaned over the edge of the stall, showing Chino a paper boat. “You’re so lucky. What you have is better than good luck. You can rid yourself of ill fortune by setting your crane sailing across the lake. All your bad luck will float away with it. Then come back and get a new fortune. Isn’t that wonderful—to exchange bad luck for good?”
“Yes, please,” Chino said, taking the boat from the woman.
Armed with the boat, they ran to the lake.
“Wow,” Megu said. The others just stared, mouths agape.
Before them, the lake spread out in an indigo-blue sheet. Light clouds floated above in an azure sky. A few paper boats floated lazily on the water’s #surface, amid dozens of cranes that had gathered there.
“Quadrillion,” Maya said in awe.
Chino placed her boat in the water, while Cocoa held her so she wouldn’t fall in. Then, carefully, she pushed the boat out into the lake.
“Oh, look,” Rize said as the boat sailed out among the cranes and then stopped where a gray crane examined it curiously.
Midori patted Chino’s head. “Looks like good fortune found you.”
Conclusion
[Note 1]Taiyaki
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#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
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Paper Cranes Part 3 (A Googolplex of Cranes)
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366By the time the adults caught up with the girls, Maya was bursting with excitement. “There are thousands of them—thousands upon thousands of paper cranes! A googolplex worth.”
“What’s a googolplex?” Syaro asked Rize.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Cocoa overheard, “Ten times a googol, which is ten to the hundredth power.”
At the same time, Maya offered a simpler explanation. She swept her arms wide and said, “That’s a googolplex and a bazillion #gay-colored cranes.”
Midori’s explanation was even simpler: “It’s a lot.”
“So many definitions,” Takahiro said, looking at Midori. “I wonder what would happen if I asked for the definition of love.”
The kids hadn’t heard, having dashed ahead, and Midori missed his glance.
#ごちうさ #ご注文はうさぎですか?
#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
Love’s Paper Crane 愛の折り鶴
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
The four women sat in silence, pondering what had happened. Arisu and Touko seemed to have finally found a place of mutual acceptance, while Yuu and Saeki were trying to follow their logic. Even if the encounter between Arisu and Touko had been #unplanned, it had been an unforeseen boon.
Sarasa-san arrived with their order. “I hope it’s not cold,” she said, setting the tray down. “You were all having such an intense conversation, I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You see those two girls over there?” Arisu nodded toward Haru and her date. “Take this,” she said, handing Sarasa-san some money. “Bring them a pastry and cover their bill. If they ask who it’s from, say, ‘Someone who wishes to make amends quietly.’” She thought for a moment and then #called after Sarasa. “Oh, and give the athletic one this.” Arisu handed her a paper crane. “Tell her it's for luck in love.”
“I can do that. Enjoy your tea. And if you’re planning on watching the fireworks, there’s a little shrine at the end of the mall. Not many people know about it, but the view’s amazing.”
Conclusion
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic
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Confession of a Yandere (ヤンデレ彼女の 白状)
Touko and Arisu
#RegardingSaekiSayaka #FanFiction (#BloomIntoYou)
Touko thought the question over, giving it the consideration it and Arisu deserved. “What would I do if Yuu seemed interested in someone else?” she muttered.
“I’d talk to Yuu, and if she said she preferred the other person, I’d be content as long as she’s happy… But I’d feel awful.”
Arisu stared. “You would? You’d give her up without a fight?”
“…Yes. I wouldn’t fight it. I’ve spent too long taking advantage of Yuu’s feelings. Saeki’s too. But I don’t want to be that kind of person anymore. If Yuu… if she changed how she felt, then that would be her choice. I wouldn’t stand in the way.”
Yuu silently shook her head. No way was she leaving her girlfriend.
Touko’s voice quavered. “But I never said it would be fine; it would hurt—down to my core. I’d still love her. That wouldn’t change. But I’d carry my pain quietly, for her. Better to bury myself in my career than risk hurting her.”
Arisu looked down, bit one of her knuckles, ignored the hand Saeki offered her, and then responded. “I wish I had that kind of strength. But I don’t. I’d cry, #curse, beg, and follow Saeki around like a stalker—like before. I’d shoot dirty looks at the other girl too. If someone could intimidate her that easily, they wouldn’t deserve my Sayaka. And then... I’d go. If that’s what Saeki needed, I’d have to respect it. I’m not cold like you. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t tear me up.”
“No, you’re not,” Touko laughed with genuine amusement at how different they were. “You’re passionate in a way I never was. Saeki likes that. I don’t think Yuu would, so we’re both well matched.” She paused, then continued. “Maybe that’s why I turned Sayaka-san down. She needed that kind of fierce loyalty. Yuu doesn’t. If I’m tied up in rehearsals, she quietly does her own thing or comes to the rehearsal and reads a book she keeps in her #bag. I could never have given Sayaka what she needed.”
“Arisu?” Saeki asked, seeing her girlfriend’s look of deep concentration.
She responded slowly, thinking about each word as she said it. “So it wasn’t Saeki you rejected; it’s that you were unsuitable.”
If the conversation hadn’t been so serious, either Yuu or Saeki might have laughed at that turn of logic. But Touko answered with dead seriousness, “Something like that, yes.”
“Then you’re forgiven.” Arisu’s answer was just as serious.
“Friends now?” Touko asked.
“Friends.” Arisu nodded. “And I take back that crack about your being cold.”
“Thank you, that hurt.”
Yuu and Saeki exchanged looks, then shrugged. Touko and Arisu were in a world neither of them could fathom.
5 of 6 Continued
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP #Yuri #Yandere #Manga #Anime #LightNovel #Romance #Romancelandia #FanFic
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Paper Cranes Part 2 (In Praise of Hott Cocoa)
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt 9/13Takahiro and Midori watched the girls with their eyes, smiling as they saw Maya and Megu stare at the paper cranes decorating the shop. Chino, more reserved, peeked over their shoulders.
Meanwhile, Cocoa bought the tickets and tried corralling the girls, only to be sucked into their excitement.
“They’re so happy,” Midori said, “Practically #luminous.”
“Even Chino,” Rize said, bashful at joining the adult conversation. “The shop is so much fun to work at now.”
She hurriedly added, “Not that it wasn’t before.”
“Even if you have to clean up Cocoa's messes?” Midori asked.
“It #bugs me sometimes, but even then. How could I not? She makes you smile. Even Chino is brighter now. She used to hardly ever smile.”
Takahiro nodded. “We can thank Cocoa for that. I was worried at first about letting her stay with us, but it’s been a #blessing.”
“And we’ve made lots of new friends because of her.” Rize smiled at Chiya and Syaro.
The girls smiled back.
“There’s something about her,” Chiya said. “She’s so scatterbrained, but she brings people together. It’s hard not to have fun around her.”
“Go on, you three join them,” Takahiro said. “You don’t really want to be with the stodgy adults. There’s time enough for that.”
The three girls looked at each other, then Rize nodded. She turned to the adults and said, “It’s been nice speaking with you, Takahiro-san. You too, Midori-san. But you’re right; we belong with them.”
The girls set off after their friends at a trot.
As he watched them leave, Takahiro said to Midori, “They grow up so fast.”
“Too fast, I think,” Midori added.
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#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
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Paper Cranes Part 1
#FanFiction #IsTheOrderARabbit (#GochiUsa)
#Wss366 #MastoPrompt (8/26 Cranes, somehow this one never got posted.)“Where are we going?” Maya asked. She was leading the other girls, bouncing more than walking.
“That’s a surprise,” Midori said, with a laugh tugging at her lips.
“Dad, where are we going?” Chino asked more quietly than the others. She held Takahiro’s hand on one side by choice, and Cocoa’s on the other at Cocoa’s insistence.
“You’ll know when we arrive,” he answered. “It was Midori’s idea, and it’s her surprise.” His smile radiated joy equal to Midori’s.
“I know,” Cocoa said. “We’re going to the park, the one with the carousel.”
“The park is the other way,” Chiya said, pointing. Her kimono sleeves caught the cool morning breeze. The green of her dress matched the summer vegetation. Next to her friends in casual dress, she looked regal.
“It’s toward the lake,” Rize said. “Perhaps we're going swimming?” Her glance strayed to Syaro. Catching her eye, she nodded thanks for teaching her to swim.
“It can’t be swimming; we didn’t bring swimsuits,” Megu said.
The two adults nodded in agreement. Instead of answering, they listened to the girls' chatter.
Syaro finally spoke. “I know where we’re going, and you should too, Chiya. We were just talking about it last night.”
“Oh, the…”
“Shush,” the adults said, almost drowned out by the chorus of “Where, where, where are we going?”
“Look! It says ‘#Crane Viewing.’” Cocoa pointed to a pastel blue banner.
“Go on, and run ahead if you want, but don’t bother anyone.” No sooner had Takahiro spoken than the younger girls began running. Chiya and Syaro continued strolling, while Rize and Cocoa decided which group to join. The former joined the “Ladylike” group, while Cocoa continued looking after Chino and the rest of ChiMaME. "I have to look after my little sister.”
Midori chuckled and said, “That's the duty of a big sister.”
Takahiro winked at Midori knowingly and said to Cocoa, “Go on, here is the money to buy tickets. We'll join you.”
#Wholesome #SliceOfLife #Yuri #FanFic
#MicroFiction #TootFic #Serial #NMPrompts #NMV366 #NMMP
#ごちうさ #ご注文はうさぎですか? -
Nuevo fanfic de Deltarune terminado
Copycat
https://www.wattpad.com/story/396700991-copycat-deltarune
#deltarune #fanfic #twoshow #historiacorta #fanfiction #spamton #tenna #fanficenespañol #español #literatura #wattpad -
After the US elections I feel the need for fluffy fanfic. So reply to this with your fluffy #FicRecs. I'll share some of mine. (Pls don't judge!)
I have some #ao3 invites btw if you need one! #Solidarity #NoJudgement #fanfiction #fanfic
ETA: I originally started this list on 13th December 2019 - the day after the Tories got back in and I had a massive panic attack. Feels appropriate that I had a similiar reaction to the US elections, and am now posting it here.
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Any of these you? Talk to me!
(in no particular order)
#Marvel #MCU #Avengers #Hawkeye #ClintBarton #KateBishop #JeremyRenner #MayorOfKingstown #Rennervation
#Fanfic #Phlint #HappyTowerTime #PhilCoulson
#DiamondPainting #DiamondArt #Etsy
#Healdsburg #BuyNothing #PayNothing
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