Hi, this is a work in progress. For one thing, I want to change the colors to fit better with the rest of our site, and for another, I want to write more stuff so it's not just microfics and one slightly longer ficlet. Also, I don't know why the archive warnings aren't showing up in the fic summaries and some other weirdness with tags. But it's mostly functional, I think, which is so cool! -Rot (it/its)
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Cucumber or orange?
E fruitlessly defies his captor. Or, no, there is fruit…
Word Count: 155
Living Weapon
Written for Whumptober day 19: Living Weapon
They don't have a name. They don't need one. Just a glimpse of their distinctive blood-red cloak is enough to terrify their enemies. They are "the Blade" and that is enough.
They walk down the halls of the ship their group has boarded. Their footsteps echo as they stalk their prey.
A fearsome killer takes care of a spaceship full of fascists, sustaining an injury in the process. Their friends are not happy about the injury.
Word Count: 508
Noodle Juice
"What are you making?" he inquires, taking over stirring the orange juice so his brother can type out his answer.
"Orange noodles," Benji's device tells him.
Rick suppresses a laugh. "You know, that's not the usual definition of orange noodles," he says, peering at the pot.
A yandere’s brother makes cursed pasta. Written for the prompt "noodle juice"
Word Count: 180
You take such good care of me
With the utmost care, Rick fits the ankle bracelet around his brother's ankle. It closes with a satisfying *click*. He smiles.
"You take such good care of me," Benji says.
"You're the only brother I have," Rick says softly.
A yandere reluctantly leaves for work.
Word Count: 269