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Feb. 27th, 2020 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violsvaProbably the last collection of my Three Sentence Ficlets—I'm going to Windsor tomorrow.
Prompt: Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Kazul, child-raising. (You don't get to be a grandmother without having kids, after all!)
“Don’t get attached,” Kazul warned them whenever she got a new princess, and she had a talk with the princesses themselves, too, little good that that did her. She was considering just taking a break from princesses, but if she could only find one who had some sense of organization, and didn’t leave in less than a month...
“Want Mindy!” her youngest yelled, and Kazul sighed and looked for a distraction before they set fire to the table.
Prompt: Tam Lin (Pamela Dean), Tina, a pink curtain problem
Warnings for suicidal ideation and depressive thinking patterns
The sensible thing would have been to call the campus health centre or a psychiatrist three months ago, when she could still have salvaged something out of her disastrous first year of medical school. It was too late now. She was heading for the medicine cabinet—not to do anything, just to ... look—when her gaze fell on her simple red curtains and a long ago conversation came to mind.
She’d prefer Molly, but Molly was in Barbados, or maybe Bermuda, and she knew Janet was still at Blackstock doing her Master’s. The wedding invitation was buried somewhere on her desk—no, there was a green corner sticking out. Tina hesitated over it, thinking about the time and long distance charges and how much money she’d wasted this year already, and then went to the phone.
Prompt: Firefly, any, everything looks different from a distance
They're all beautiful, every single one of them, so long as you're looking from the black. Shining little circles in reds and golds and greens and blues, orbited by even tinier satellites, surrounded by stardust, gorgeous no matter if what's on the surface is toxic or barely terraformed or full of thieves or butchers or bureaucrats.
On the way in, along with the beauty they're exciting, unknown and mysterious, full of anticipation as they grow larger in the viewscreen; but Kaylee likes the view on the way out better.
Prompt: Calvin and Hobbes, any, superheroes and supervillains are real
The Great Brain sat at his computer, scanning the city’s news sources for criminal activity, and sighed with relief when there was nothing serious, then got up and started dinner as he heard Protectress’s return on the roof.
“Where’s Susie?” she asked, pulling off her cowl as she came into the kitchen.
“Playing with the neighbours’ boy, I think. I’ll call her in when you’ve changed.”
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be_compromised 's Valentines Mini Promptathon, this for the prompt, "Ace Natasha and pan Clint a la this fanart. They're a couple, so anyone Clint wants to sleep with has to pass the Natasha Test first."
Prompt: Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Kazul, child-raising. (You don't get to be a grandmother without having kids, after all!)
“Don’t get attached,” Kazul warned them whenever she got a new princess, and she had a talk with the princesses themselves, too, little good that that did her. She was considering just taking a break from princesses, but if she could only find one who had some sense of organization, and didn’t leave in less than a month...
“Want Mindy!” her youngest yelled, and Kazul sighed and looked for a distraction before they set fire to the table.
Prompt: Tam Lin (Pamela Dean), Tina, a pink curtain problem
Warnings for suicidal ideation and depressive thinking patterns
The sensible thing would have been to call the campus health centre or a psychiatrist three months ago, when she could still have salvaged something out of her disastrous first year of medical school. It was too late now. She was heading for the medicine cabinet—not to do anything, just to ... look—when her gaze fell on her simple red curtains and a long ago conversation came to mind.
She’d prefer Molly, but Molly was in Barbados, or maybe Bermuda, and she knew Janet was still at Blackstock doing her Master’s. The wedding invitation was buried somewhere on her desk—no, there was a green corner sticking out. Tina hesitated over it, thinking about the time and long distance charges and how much money she’d wasted this year already, and then went to the phone.
Prompt: Firefly, any, everything looks different from a distance
They're all beautiful, every single one of them, so long as you're looking from the black. Shining little circles in reds and golds and greens and blues, orbited by even tinier satellites, surrounded by stardust, gorgeous no matter if what's on the surface is toxic or barely terraformed or full of thieves or butchers or bureaucrats.
On the way in, along with the beauty they're exciting, unknown and mysterious, full of anticipation as they grow larger in the viewscreen; but Kaylee likes the view on the way out better.
Prompt: Calvin and Hobbes, any, superheroes and supervillains are real
The Great Brain sat at his computer, scanning the city’s news sources for criminal activity, and sighed with relief when there was nothing serious, then got up and started dinner as he heard Protectress’s return on the roof.
“Where’s Susie?” she asked, pulling off her cowl as she came into the kitchen.
“Playing with the neighbours’ boy, I think. I’ll call her in when you’ve changed.”
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be_compromised 's Valentines Mini Promptathon, this for the prompt, "Ace Natasha and pan Clint a la this fanart. They're a couple, so anyone Clint wants to sleep with has to pass the Natasha Test first."