#nanofic

[athenasparrow]

40: Write a 9-word fic.

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When you send the ask, smut is rather inevitable 😉 @tiffanytoms

The taste of her exploded on his tongue. Euphoria.

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[avadescent]

if i could love, then i’d love the way you do. without pretense and without fail. with a lack of expectation and an overflow of patience. i’d love the way you do, with a touch that speaks of kindness and a gaze that’s filled with trust; i’d love the way you do, with fervor and without bounds—fearlessly and unconditionally.

[elenirlachlagos]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I posted a Klance fic!

Many thanks to my three beta-readers: https://eyeofthetimelord.tumblr.com https://matveysunflower.tumblr.com https://ships-and-shitty-decisions.tumblr.com

[fsronce]

The Homeopathic Assassin is deeply concerned that none of the people he poisoned have died yet. 

[hollyhockash]

The properties of silver make it ideal for channeling metaphysical properties; it is an excellent conductor of the will, and the energies of inlaid sigils are easily accessed for maintenance and refreshing. The main flaw of silver is that it does not imprint well. The student would be well-served to guard silver carefully, for it is not at all difficult for a servant of Creation to claim and cut a cord of silver (or even to reverse its polarity). As a result, for all but the highest-energy work, many smiths prefer to use copper, which better retains the intentions of the creator. However, in settings where physical security has already been ensured by other means, silver is still the standard for high-power installations. Its high efficiency can be critical when negating powerful, automatic miracles…

-- Principles of Aetheric Transfer, by Tolasdita Ject

[hollyhockash]

Toby Houston's eyes were as fire. "Why did you betray the meeting-place of the Digital Cleave?" "I cannot say," I said. "It was wrong of me, and yet... for that moment, it did not matter, because I had to do it." "Had to?" He looked skeptical. I clenched my hands. Unclenched them. "...Wanted to." There was a long pause. "I will cleanse you this *once*," he said, finally. "Err again, and you will no longer be a member of our association."

-- from the Thought-Record of Olive Biskli, Baron of Wires, regarding Toby Houston (level 3 in Purity and Dominus of the Internet)

[hollyhockash]

Hope Shou had not been speaking at all, this conversation. "How have you and yours been keeping?" I asked her, finally. She stretched the silence out long enough that Kim Su-Cheol finally finished his long sip of wine, put down the glass, and looked at her questioningly. Eventually, she responded, in a very small voice: "I haven't spoken to my family in four years." It was enough of a non-sequitur that neither Su-Cheol nor I knew how to respond. "It's better this way," she continued, just as softly. And then she spun on her heels and fled.

-- diary of Abigail Forrester, Duchess of Dreams

[hollyhockash]

“And tomorrow – and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow – we shall rise, and we shall watch as the sun tears itself free from the sea; and we shall watch as the sun must inexorably fall, and be extinguished thereby. “So goes the fate of all things.” The master stopped talking. The master took a long, deep draught from the aqua vitae for the first, and last, time. The master closed his eyes.

– The Woman Who Stared Into Forever, dryadTornado