I’m starting late because I forgot it was, y’know, MerMay. My goal is to write around 300 words for the prompts I do (hopefully all of them, but no pressure on myself!) without worrying about editing and such. Some may be connected. Most will not be.
Prompt: Day 4 | Sharks
Fandom: Naruto
Ship: Gen, but implied Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: G
Tags: Everyone lives/Nobody dies, merman Iruka
Other notes: This will (hopefully) be continued tomorrow. Also Iruka is specifically a Sandbar Shark.
It was, quite simply, not fair, Kakashi thought, staring mulishly into the water. Obito was the one who swore up and down he had seen Minato-sensei use that jutsu before, that it was perfectly safe. Since he was the one with the sharingan, Kakashi had, stupidly, trusted him. And yet when the whole thing blew up in their faces, Kakashi was the one who got in trouble. So while Rin and Obito got to run around Uzushio with Kushina-nee, Kakashi was stuck staring out into the ocean. On watch. For what? Sharks, apparently.
What was he supposed to do when he saw a shark? Nothing. It was the most useless watch he’d ever been on, and he wished he’d just gotten yelled at instead. Then at least he’d be doing something productive with his time.
It took Kakashi far too long to realize there was a dark shape circling the deeper water around the little tower he was watching from. So. Shark spotted. He glared at it, as though it was the fish’s fault he was stuck up there for the next few hours.
“How about you fuck off.” He cursed at it, not in the mood to have a curious, possibly man-eating predator around him.
“Wow, you don't need to be a dick about it.” A voice called up from the water, and Kakashi nearly fell over the low railing. Looking back down at the clear water, he made eye contact with a man who’s head was sticking out of the water. Long brown hair floated around him like seaweed, and a distinct scar bisected the darkly tanned skin of his face. Clawed hands clung to the wooden support, and Kakashi’s eyes traced the scar-covered tanned skin down, watching it give way to smooth brown and white scales, and a vertical finned tail tipped with black.
Elizabeth MacMillan × Phryne Fisher × Jack Robinson
Written for @thepromptfoundry's Trope Fl!p prompt 'enforced secrecy', and as an early entry for @polyshipweek's prompt 'metamour' (yeah, I tried to combine the November event prompts for the same days but it didn't always work out xD), here's a little story about Phryne/Mac, Phryne/Jack and Mac&Jack from the TV show Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries! :)
~1k words, rated T, no warnings apply
Summary: Mac knows that Phryne is a free spirit - she could never tie her down, wouldn't ever even try. But is the inspector Phryne has taken a shine to recently aware of the same truths?
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Stardew Valley fic to be (hopefully) updated with the daily prompt from @thepromptfoundry's Steampowered September challenge :D
Steampunk Valley
Stardew Valley has changed a great deal. The unlikely locus where science and technology meet to produce steam-powered and clockwork wonders to better aid the residents of Pelican Town. But the valley hasn't changed that much, and as ever, there lurks the suggestion of something darker.
Gonna Give @thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Prompt list a try!
I'm pretty behind and can't promise I'll catch up, or even post every day seeing a
Going Out On The Town
Tammy sits at a table outside of a small coffee shop - its hand scribbling idle doodles onto a bit of paper laid in front of it. It isn't paying too much attention to its art - only using the act of creation as a focus.
It has taken Tammy decades to learn how to muffle its own aura - and to this day it still takes a bit of effort and concentration. Enough so that most of the time it doesn't bother - most of the time it only wandered down among the humans to feed, anyway.
But occasionally it liked to visit new towns, cities, villages - and when it was there for entertainment, it was much more interesting if the humans in its immediate area weren't trying to rip each other apart for whatever perceived material goods might be near.
And so Tammy scribbled, and it drank its coffee, and it kept a tight, tight hold on its aura of greed.
"Here you are," the waitress - an aging woman with pinned, tightly curled dark hair - says as she lays a plate of pastries in front of Tammy. "Can I get you anything else right now?"
Tammy glances up at her just in time to see her eyes flicker away from its drawing. To her credit, she doesn't ask or pry - only gives Tammy a polite smile. So Tammy clears its throat, taps the edge of its mug, and tells her -
"A refill here, please."
"Of course, I'll be right back."
As she leaves again, Tammy looks down at its paper. There, in its center, is the waitress - her figures detailed in pencil. Next to her is a doodle of the man sitting two tables away from Tammy - who has been talking loudly on his phone since the moment he arrived.
Below them both is a pig-tailed child - she'd come in with her hand clasped in her parent's, bright eyed and beaming the whole while. She'd left happily munching on half a donut - and it's that moment that Tammy has captured.
The page is full of scratchings like those - people who have walked by the window, people who have come and gone from the shop, the people in the other seats around Tammy.
And, of course, in the very corner of the page there is a tiny doodle - a small, cartoon-like person with two sets of horns and an impossibly long braid.
With a huff of annoyance, Tammy turns the paper over and starts fresh.
So today's prompt for @thepromptfoundry's March Magic was "candles" an I thought about a magicalgirl that was manifested out of a candle and guards this frog plushie that she believes is the ruler of the home/domain.
