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Fic, yeah?
It's finally raining!
I'm super bored!
Let me write you fic?
Drop me a comment and tell me what fandom you want, (my fandoms are located here) or you can comment with ORIGINAL! if you want me to write you something brand new.
It could be 100 words or a thousand, but I want to play.
Come play with me?
ETA:
OMG I have to go to bed. Will resume fics tomorrow. <3
I'm super bored!
Let me write you fic?
Drop me a comment and tell me what fandom you want, (my fandoms are located here) or you can comment with ORIGINAL! if you want me to write you something brand new.
It could be 100 words or a thousand, but I want to play.
Come play with me?
ETA:
OMG I have to go to bed. Will resume fics tomorrow. <3
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Violent Messiahs
"He wasn't the only one about to kill, puta." Cheri gave Ernest a disbelieving look before she turned her eyes to the woman who had spoken, taking in the spiky hair, the knife vanishing into a boot.
Cheri arched her eyebrow and looked back at Ernest. "What the hell happened when I was gone? You so hard up you're shacking it with the prostitutes?"
Ernest cleared his throat and took a second to push his glasses up his nose as he shrugged. "Well--" Ernest cleared his throat again. "Michaela is kind of hardcore."
"Right." Cheri slipped her gun into its holster. "I'm gone for a week and this place goes to shit."
"Place was shit before," Michaela snorted. "Now it's just on fire."
"Do you want some beans?" Ernest asked Cheri, and she shook her head.
"You got a beer?" Cheri asked instead, and closed the door behind her as she stepped inside.
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"Guozhi!" Fei Yen darted to her friend's side and rose to her tip-toes. "Why are there so many people here? I'm not complaining, but it's strange."
Guozhi shook Fei Yen off and gave her a long suffering look. "The princess is out today. Everyone's here to see her."
Fei Yen frowned. "She only comes out for special occasions, right?" Fei Yen looked around, trying to spot the royal escort.
Guozhi made another annoyed sound and nodded. "You've lived here almost a year," he said. "You haven't seen her?"
There was a rustle in the crowd, the other peasants around them starting to cheer. "Princess Jiao!" The person next to Fei Yen cried, over the growing excitement of the crowd. The crowd parted, allowing the Imperial guards their space on the road, and the sedan stopped for just a moment. The door opened, and a beautiful woman stepped out. Fei Yen thought perhaps that the princess was wearing silk, and it was so delicately woven that it nearly drifted on the currents of air. The princess smiled and raised a hand in greeting.
As Fei Yen watched, a leaf from one of the nearby treees drifted through the air and slid across Princess Jiao's cheek. The royal guards closed in and ushered the princess back into safety, but Fei Yen thought, perhaps that beneath the Princess' fingers, a bruise in the shape of the leaf had begun to form.
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Batwoman
Bette nodded, and Kate couldn't ell if Bette was just completely unimpressed by her reaction or if Bette's Hawkfire mask hid so much that Kate was starting to project her own thoughts onto the blank surface. "You're welcome, by the way."
"It was dangerous," Kate said automatically, but she'd really lost any sense of superiority when she'd abandoned Bette in the hospital and worked for the DEO instead. Her father had filled the void, and something inside Kate stirred restlessly at the thought, that her father had started to turn Bette into the same kind of soldier Kate was.
Bette shrugged and drapped herself over the armchair in the waiting room. "I'll be here when you get out."
Kate took a deep breath, nodded, and opened the door.
The room was white. That was the first thing Kate noticed. White and blank and sterile. There was a table with two chairs. Beth sat in one. Kate sat in the other, if only to hide the sudden weakness of her legs. She smiled and reached out, her hand lonely and pale in the center of the table. "Beth."
Beth stared at her for a long minute, and then reached out, her palm sliding over Kate's as she smiled back. "Kate."
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(This gives you a good idea of the tone of my morning.)
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