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[heartofafiend]

Day 23 - Workshop

(reposting)

Grease was covering your hands, shorts, it probably was marking your face like war paint. 

You didn’t really care, sitting on the hood of a ‘69 Corvette Stingray, cold drink in hand. Watching, live, another episode of ‘Sylus’ repair workshop’. Lazily looking as he was fixing one of his bikes, the one you just helped with.

Equally covered in grease and sweat of the summer night he stood up, rag thrown to the floor with no finesse. 

“Will I get some as well, kitten?” he smirked, stepping enough for you to hug his hips with your knees. 

“If you behave

[treatmelikeasmut]

Day 23 - Workshop

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You wandered halls. Were you going the right way? You looked once more at the napkin in your hand. The world’s crudest map drawn by the Man of Progress himself.

It made no sense.

You just wanted to get to the workshop. Surprise Viktor. Yet, here you were — lost. The food was going to be cold by the time you found it, the way this was going.

You took a guess as you pushed through a door. Just praying it was correct. And sure enough, there he was. Backlit by the afternoon sun, a cup of tea in his hand

[mokaisathome]

Drabble Challenge — Day 23: Workshop

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      Kalim’s desk is quite the expensive piece of furniture, probably valued higher than everything in Jamil’s room combined, and so Jamil is extremely careful when approaching it. As it is a work desk, it should be buried under books and research papers, maybe even a few vials to complete the look of the perfect apprentice magician’s workshop. Usually. Not now.

   Jamil hosts Kalim up the desk, scattering notes and homework around, but it’s not the moment to care about this – or the price of the desk they’re making out on – when Kalim leans in and presses his lips against Jamil’s.

[mistressofherdomain]

Drabble Challenge 2025 Day 23 Prompt: Workshop

“No, no, no, Skinny, not like that.  You’re thinking too much.  The Space Punch isn’t about your brain, it’s about feeling the power resonating through your body, and out of your fist.  I can only show you so many times, you have to make the effort to learn it yourself.”

Lucy glared at Pen.  Why had she agreed to let this big bag of wind teach her his “Space Punch”? 

“Again, with an easy target.  How about that bunny over there?” he shot her a mocking grin.

She shot him a finger, spun around, and headed back to her workshop.

[themadlu]

May Drabble Challenge Day 23: Workshop

Almost thereeeeee. These three love their whiskey.

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It took less than usual for the alcohol to kick in. Before Iom knew it, he was sitting on the rooftop of the military apartment building, legs dangling, throat coated in herbal concoctions and head buzzing like it hadn't in years.He raised the bottle of kjova to Dusa's face. "A toast! To the the unfortunate friendships we made along the way...hic!""Hey! You're so right, ah!" Dusa swung her legs, bending over the railing. Iom looked at Reka, sprawled on the floor."And to the great friends who make great alcohol.""Eh, wait till you see my workshop, Colonel."