#under 1000 words

[wandering-writing-waffles]

His Most Prized Possession

Rating: E for everyone

Word Count: 819

Relationships: Darth Maul x Reader

Tags/Warnings: Violence, Mentions of blood, implied romance, implied kidnapping

Notes: Hello there! So this is just a quick lil oneshot I wrote a while back but kind of want to make into a full-fledged fic???? Idk, I may continue this and may not. I would certainly like to! But hey! I hope you enjoy what I have so far!

Summary: Maul had only ever loved one thing in his life, and that was you... But one day when he came home and all he could find of you was a small trinket of yours lying dormant in the doorway, he knew there could only be one explanation... You had been taken... Taken right out from under his nose! Heart filled with a newfound rage, he vows to scour the galaxy looking for you wherever he can. He will do anything to get you back.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Maul felt the heat of the blade lightly graze the center of his chest. On a regular occasion, he wouldn’t have paid any mind. His body was littered with scars and scratches after all. Years of fighting for survival had left their mark in the form of nasty raised abrasions all across his body. But this… this was different. It wasn’t just his body that was at stake this time.

He lifted his hand up to examine the area at which the blade seethed his flesh and to his dismay, it was gone. All that was left in its place were burnt, broken tethers from where it once laid.

He quickly tilted his head back upwards, towards this so-called attacker whom he assumed was just some insignificant bounty hunter from some insignificant little planet looking for a quick and easy score. Oh was he mistaken…

Maul seethed at that thought, a newfound, burning rage beginning to build up in his core, ready to burst at any moment. ‘What a pathetic waste of time,’ he thought to himself.

The attacker went rigid. His eyes widened in a fearful stupor as he made contact with Maul’s piercing golden gaze. The sweat at his temple began to pool and drip down his now furrowed brow bone and Maul could see his hands and the pinprick tips of his blue lekku start to tremble.

Maul snarled in response, not feeling the slightest bit of empathy. As far as he was concerned, no one messed with his belongings and no one wastes his time.

Without hesitation, he leaped forward, eyes fixated on the young twi’lek who had unknowingly just sealed his fate.

The man jumped back in response, but it was too late. Lightsaber drawn, Maul slashed right at the center of his torso, effectively severing his cobalt body in half.

Maul’s senses were immediately filled with the smell of burning flesh, followed by a loud shriek and the sound of the assailant’s body plummeting against the floor. His breathing hitched in response, eyes trained on the man’s chest, making sure there was no longer breath in his body.

When he was certain he let out a scoff, quickly sheathing his lightsaber and turning around on the heel of his foot.

‘Where is it?!’ Maul internally cried. He began searching the area, desperate to find what had fallen. But the muck-stained floors of the alley were making it difficult to search. He became more desperate, removing his gloves and falling to his hands and knees to dig through the thick grime. He only found relief when he felt his fingers lightly brush against a small, cold object.

Quickly looping his finger around the base he pulled it out, taking care to brush off the dirt that it had picked up before resting the object in the palm of his hand.

There it was… His prize.

Maul smiled warmly down at the object as it gleamed against the dimmed light. His twin hearts rested, and he felt calm once more. For this trinket sitting in his hand wasn’t just any old thing. No… It was much more than that. It was a ring. But not just any ring. In fact, it didn't even belong to him. Its true owner, although indeed rare, was someone whom Maul had held and still holds in the highest regard…

For it belonged to you… His beloved… His whole world… His starlight…

Maul’s grip tightened as he held the gleaming ring in his hand, memories flooded his mind, a bittersweet reminder of his love for you who had been so cruelly taken from him. The ring symbolized your bond, a promise you had made to each other in happier times. It was a token of your unwavering devotion, an unbreakable vow etched into its delicate design.

Crafted from a metal found only in the deepest crevices of his homeworld, the ring radiated an otherworldly brilliance. Its intricate carvings depicted your intertwined destinies, your love story eternally etched into the precious metal.

To Maul, the ring represented hope in the darkest of times, a tangible connection to the one person who had breathed life into his scarred soul. Whenever he felt lost, his fingers would trace the contours of the ring, seeking solace in its presence. It was a symbol of his unwavering determination to find you and reunite with the one who had captured his hearts.

As he clenched the ring tightly, Maul's resolve solidified. Your trail… His beloved’s trail would not go cold. He would stop at nothing, traverse galaxies, and face any adversary to reclaim what had been stolen from him. With the ring as his guiding light, Maul embarked on a relentless quest, a love-driven odyssey to rescue you and restore your shattered bond.

For you, he would do anything. And that was what he was going to do.

Notes:

Thank you so much for the read! I know it was short but it means so much to me! Let me know if I should continue it and if you have any pointers for where it should go if I do! Thank you again! Chow!

-Waffles XOXO

#darth maul #star wars #maul opress #opress brothers #darth maul x reader #maul #starwars #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #star wars darth maul #darth maul x you #darth maul x y/n #x reader #implied kidnapping #implied relationship #no smut #oneshot #short prompt #under 1000 words

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

New Mini-Fic!!

Just a lil something that popped into my head the other day. Special thanks to spideysensible (on AO3) for helping me with some of the finer details.

At 717 words, here's a slightly different take on Tony asking Peter to stop calling him 'Mr. Stark.'

Enjoy!

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Tony has been trying to get Peter to call him ‘Tony’ instead of ‘Mr. Stark’ for months. The refusal started as something akin to a game, a bit, something of a joke between them. But the longer it went on, the more bothered he became by it. Eventually, he decided he was going to have to sit Peter down to talk about it. 

“Pete, please. How many times do I have to ask you to call me Tony?” Tony questioned as the two of them worked side by side on the newest iteration of the spider-suit.

“Once more, as always, Mr. Stark,” Peter cheekily replied.

Rather than laugh as usual at the obvious banter, Tony grew contemplative. He understood that amongst the teasing, he’d never made it clear that he was serious. There was a small part of him that was worried he’d let the joke go on for too long. But he wanted to adress it. And after some thought, he decided that initiating that conversation sooner rather than later would probably be best “Hey, kid?” he questioned, already making his way toward the small break area. “Come sit with me for a minute. We need to talk.” He could sense Peter’s unease and smile reassuringly. 

Even so, Peter looked nervous as he crossed the room towards the couch.

“I know we’ve been making light of it- you calling me Mr. Stark. But I wanted you to know that it actually bothers me when you call me that. Mr. Stark is how colleagues, coworkers, reporters, and random strangers address me. But I know you; you’re practically my kid. And because of that, you calling me Mr. Stark makes me feel kind of uncomfortable,” he said. He sighed and ran a hand down his face before reluctantly admitting, “That and, well, it reminds me of my dad.”

Peter bowed his head. Tony placed a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “You’re fine, Bud. This is on me. I should have said something a long time ago,” he said.

When he was sure Peter had relaxed, he began to explain. “With my friends,” he said, then paused and tilted his head. “With my family- Tony is my preferred name. I would really appreciate it if you could try to call me Tony.”

Peter nodded his head a bit at his lip. “I mean, I can totally work on that but-” he said hesitantly began. “But I’m probably going to mess up a lot. It’s just that my Aunt May- and my Uncle Ben when he was here- they taught me that it wasn’t good manners to call an adult by just their first name. They said that calling them mister or misses was a sign of respect and I just really want to show you that respect Mr. Uh- Tony.”

“Would it help if I told you that using my preferred name, is being respectful?” Tony suggested.

Peter nodded his head. “I know that. I do. And I want to. It’s just that it’s a habit that’s been drilled into my head since I was a little kid. And I know that’s not an excuse! But just wanted you to understand why I might mess up.”

“I appreciate you sharing that with me, Bud,” Tony said, smiling softly. “And while we’re on the subject, is there anything you would prefer I did or didn’t call you?”

“Do I have to tell you why?” Peter asked, looking up through his lashes.

“Of course not. We’re setting boundaries here, and boundaries don’t require an explanation. Not unless you decide you want to give one.”

“Well, there’s this one nickname,” Peter whispered. “You’ve never used it! But since you asked, I, uh- I don’t like to be called Einstein. Like, at all.”

Tony was a little confused but flourished his hand in acceptance all the same. “Done, deal, Kiddo” he quipped. “I can handle that. Anything else?”

Peter promptly shook his head.

“Great. You let me know if that changes, though. Alright, Kiddo?” Tony requested, hoping to keep the door open for future conversations.

To his relief, Peter agreed. “Perfect,” he said, hIs words accompanied by a genuine smile. “Ready to get back to those suit upgrades?”

Peter smiled between Tony and the workspace, replying, “Yeah, Tony. We definitely should.”

#happyaspie mini fic #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spider-man #irondad and spiderson #preferred names #marvel #mcu #irondad fanfic #under 1000 words #iron dad

[sola-whumping]

Gabrial Chapter 1

It’s been so long since I’ve posted but I’m really excited to share this perspective of the story with you! This one will be written and posted in chronological order. This story belongs to my whumper Gabrial, you’ll see him in my story Umbran- but this one has Plot, rather then just whump.

Words: 934

Characters: Row, Ria (Gabrial), Kol

Cw: Nonhuman characters, they/it pronouns. That’s it have fun!

(How do I add a line break on mobile again?)

Blue eyes opened to the sound of pattering feet and the rustle of leaves, a sound Ria knew urged it to follow. Carefully, it stretched its wings and stood, stepping over the sleeping limbs of its colony members and siblings. Its own footsteps were quiet, creeping things, carefully avoiding stray leaves and other Bird’s hair. A sleepy mumble made it freeze, counting the seconds and its heartbeat while its dozing companion settled back to sleep. A moment later it had reached the entrance.

Into the moonlight it stepped, breathing in the fresh dew scented air of its home. The little bird balanced, hanging off the entrance to the hollow as it reached for a hand hold. Little cream colored wings fluffed against the chill- but Ria wasn’t cold! Climbing down was always a careful endeavor, being so high up, but this was a familiar path. Hand and foot, hand and foot, Ria made its way down from a hundred feet in the air to the safe ground below.

On the forest floor sharp grins were exchanged, stifled giggles mixed with periodic shushes could be heard as Ria dropped the last ten feet, landing lightly with bent knees. It looked up, clicking as its companions took its hand to rush it forward. Tonight had been planned for a long time, they couldn’t afford to be seen.

Together the three ran, hands joined together with tiny wings flapping excitedly behind them. Nothing could hurt them while they were together! They weren’t going to cross the border- just take a look! They were so curious… the adults always said not to go too far- they knew why they shouldn’t.. but they just wanted to see! They would be home before anyone noticed they were gone! These sentiments murmured between them as they urged each other on.

Soon they came to a border, two pairs of wings bristling with excitement and one with fear. “Wait!” Said the first one, a strawberry finch too shy to step forward. “It’s not safe!” They called, refusing to move from their safe, ten foot distance as the blackbird inched forward.

“I just wanna touch it!” The blackbird called, chirping excitedly. “I’ll touch it, then we can go back” it claimed, so focused on its goal it didn’t see its companion’s anxiety.

The dove, Ria, watched with blue eyes, still holding the finch’s hand. “We’ll be quick” it promised, bumping its head into the finch’s shoulder. “I want to feel it’s magic” it turned its gaze to the border, a long obvious thing.

The trees stopped ten feet away, farthest reaching branches barely grazing the edge. Ferns and low level plants grew to three feet away, then stopped abruptly- and moss stretched the rest of the way, ending as a black mass on the forest floor at the contact point. Ria wanted to know what made the plants so scared.

Slowly, it let go of the finch’s hand, leaving the chick with trembling wings. “I’ll be quick” it promised.

“It’s not safe!” A sharp tone clicked.

“We have to! Otherwise we might as well just stay in the nest” challenged the blackbird. “We have to prove we aren’t chicks!” It called, already past the fern’s.

“I don’t like this-“

“then go back, it’s alright. We’ll be safe.” A hand on the finch’s shoulder helped them calm, helped them regulate that fear into something usable, communicable. Ria waited until the finch looked a little more confidant, before stepping away to join the blackbird. “You should go back. We’ll join you soon” it suggested.

An impatient trill sounded, responded to with warning clicks.

“Okay.. be safe Ria, I’ll wait for you” the finch promised, tail curled around their arm anxiously. They started turning away, heading down the path they’d come.

“Be safe Row, we’ll be home soon. Don’t worry about us” while Ria’s back was turned, the blackbird had snuck farther, causing Ria’s wings to puff up at the sight of Kol with its hand half way through the barrier. “You’re not supposed to go *through* it!” He shouted, dashing forward to grab Kol’s arm. “That’s so dangerous!”

“It’s different! The air is cooler!” Kol exclaimed, black wings puffing with excitement. Slowly it took a step forward, then another as Ria tried to convince them just how bad of an idea this was. “You don’t want me to go alone right? Just a quick peak! I just want to stick my head through!”

“You’ll say that-“ Ria’s voice broke, wavering with anxiety. “You say that, but you’ll always want more. You’ll never be happy- that’s why you’re a scout! You’ll go and explore and leave without anyone to drag you back home!” It knew it was right, when it saw Kol hesitate.

“Then come with me” a request, a temptation.

“No” a refusal, sharp and clear.

“Come with me, then you can reign us back.. but, I just want to see what’s on the other side. Come on! We’ve never been this far!” Kol’s tail flicked, black floof bristled at the end. There was no clearer way to tell that someone was distressed.

Ria hesitated, coming closer, gazing at the border with suspicion. “..just a peak?” It asked shyly, now holding the black bird’s hand. It wanted to keep its friend safe.. and it couldn’t do that if it let Kol go on without it. What would happen if the blackbird got lost? Or hurt? It needed Ria to make sure it wasn’t alone at the least.

“Just a peak” the blackbird promised, grin just a bit too sharp. And with that, they stepped through the border.

Masterlist

#my writing #nonhuman character #chapter 1 #whump series #Umbran #Gabrial #Kol #Row #under 1000 words

[udaberriwrites]

✨️ A one-word prompt fic incoming! ✨️

The One Left Behind

Fandom: Star Trek TOS/DISCO

Relationships: James T. Kirk & Spock; Michael Burnham & Spock; Montgomery "Scotty" Scott & Spock

Prompt: "Ritual" by @mikaharuka

Genre and rating: Angst, Grief/Mourning, G

Wordcount: 717 words

Jim can only be a silent witness as once a year, Spock mourns the departure of someone he will never name.

#ao3 fic #star trek fic #spock #michael burnham #prompt fic #under 1000 words

[cookiedoughflavoredicecream]

I wrote something! Rated G, gen, no archive warnings apply

Summary:

“I mean this with the utmost respect,” Ahsoka lies, “but how are you so bad at this?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan grits out, “this is much more complicated than it first appeared.”

“It’s really not, sir” says Cody, removing his fifth perfect mug from his wheel.

#star wars #clone wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #ahsoka #fluff #humor #ao3 #my writing #under 1000 words

[sailor-toni]

A wedding Not Wanted

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts | Soriku | 785 words Read here or on AO3, FF.net, or Wattpad

            White and gold made the world turn dull. Rows of golden hats and white curly hair, teased and tied up into giant stacks of hair. Teetering upon skeleton frames decked in yards of careful lace and golden beads, floated upon polished marble floors, not a speck of color in sight. Not a feather out of place, nor a hair not glued to the scalp of those sitting in neat golden rows waiting for Prince Riku the forth, Duke of Daybreak, victor of Cain’s Beach, to make his appearance.

            Pure white hair, golden tunic, and a crown of liquid gold sat upon his head, large diamonds hung heavy on his head, and gold tied around his wrist. Literally. Golds silk rope tied his wrist behind his back digging into his wrist. A pair of hands in white gloves held him down as diamonds and gold was pierced into his ears.  

“Riku, stop this. This whole charade is childish needs to stop,” his Father said. His belly wrapped up in white cotton, and golden belts. Riku did not reply nor did he look at his father. “Riku. Riku look at me. This is for your own good.”

“No, it’s not,” he said.

“What? What did you say boy?”

“This isn’t for me. It’s for you.”

            Riku’s cheeks burned. It wasn’t his father that slapped him, but a servant. His father of couse would never actively get up from his chair and touch him.

“Put some more make up on him. I don’t want Princess Yuri or her father to see that,” his father spat.

            The piss clean carriage rumbled around him. The gold exterior blinding everyone around. The garish light reflects off the armor of the soldiers, castling white lines across the ceiling of the carriage. The bumping and rumbling of the carriage make the lines rocked back and forth like the coming tides.

Come on Riku. The water isn’t gonna get any warmer!

            Bittersweet memories and lost hope sting his eyes. The wooden floor of the carriage, painted white, still had the lines washing across their feet.

“We’re here,” a solider said.

            They came upon a perfect chapel, surrounded by small white flowers, and a large gold crown decked its spire. The inside was coated in gold and thick white paint. The cracks beginning to show around the edges, much like the gold silk ribbons that once held his wrist. Fake, and caked on like make up on the rows of women and men in golden hat and large white hair. He saw himself through their eyes, walking down the aisle at his own weeding. A fain red mark on his cheek, and slightly red eyes stained his pained face, but the rest of him was decked in long white robes and gold leaf crawling up his arms.

            He watched his father get peddled down to his seat. He saw his bride walk down to him. Dolled up in a tight white gown. He saw the memories of him and Sora melt away before him. Melt in a puddle of light brown puke, as gold and white mixed and swirled around him. His head swirled and pressure built on his chest, shortening his breath.    

            He could hear him. Sora’s scream as he fell from the castle tower, into the rocks below. His body fading away.

“Today we are here to see Prince Riku, and Princess Yuri, join together to holy matrimony,” The Priest words stomped around his mind, casting dark shadows round the golden mud.

Then, a shout, a bang, a scream. Golden doors were thrown open and a voice sang out,

“RIKU!” Sora stood before him, at opposite ends of the chapel. Bandages hidden by his colorful outfit; full of reds, blues, yellows, and black, lots of black. The propel in the rows began to scramble about int heir constraining outfits screaming,

“Pirates!” Guards came at every side, but more pirates came from behind Sora. Donald, Goofy, Will, and even the kids came springing out attacking every shiny guard they saw. Magic and swords flying around. Sora grabbed his arm, pointing to the stain glass behind them reflecting the morning sun.

“Jump!” Riku chose not to jump but to grab the man, covered in dirt and bandages, and kissed him.

“Only with you,” he held his hands and the two made their break, Riku’s father screaming behind them, his fat rolling him out of his chair, helpless in a mess among his clothes and large body.  

            Glass cut his clothing, and cut his skin, but Riku did not care to notice, as Sora and him fell into the water below. A large black ship waiting to take them away on a true imperfect colorful honeymoon.

#Kingdom hearts #fanfiction #soriku #drabble #sora x riku #under 1000 words #writing

[collectionofshortstories]

Reality

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I watch him lying there in bed. His chest rose slowly, up and then down, peaceful. It’s the most calm I’ve seen him in days, and I’m scared any movement I make will wake him from his state of sleep. So I lay there watching him. It’s late into the night or early into the morning, depending on your type of person. It’s the time of night when your mind can wander into the unknown spots of your brain. The thoughts you avoid throughout the day are finally creeping in. The light shining in through the window softens his usual sharp features. I’m reminded of how breathtaking he can be, tall, dark and handsome. His eyelids flutter, and I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Maybe he’s dreaming about the days we’ve spent together. How simple things seem to be for the two of us. The kind of romance that starts strong and hopeful. The room is hot, and I can feel myself starting to get clammy from the humid air in the room. The bedroom window’s screen is missing, and the windowsill is filled with books anyways, so I can’t open it. Instead, a light breeze comes from the windows opened in the kitchen and living room, keeping the basement at a reasonable temperature. I can hear the curtains ruffling in the wind bringing my own breathing to a calm rhythm. I roll over onto my side, trying to focus on falling asleep. With the fan blowing directly on me, I can feel him shift in his sleep. It’s like he’s feeling out for me until he turns over, forcing me to be the little spoon. His arm is slung over me lightly, but enough to feel his weight of him. His chest is sweaty, yet I don’t mind it being pressed into my back. Laying like this makes my mind wander farther, creating different scenarios in my head. I think about what our future could look like and how things could work out. But it is always the same. We both finished college and bought his father’s home when they moved. Then we’d spend a couple years travelling and enjoying our lives together. After that, maybe he would propose after realizing my importance to him. A small wedding if we ever get around to having one, but I don’t think that it’s an important thing to dwell on. I always said I would never have a family of my own. I preferred to be alone with my cats. Closing myself off but not entirely isolated from everyone is something I’m good at. If anyone asked, I’d be the last person you thought would have kids. I had no interest in giving up my life to raising a person that might resent me in twenty years as I do to my own parents. The idea of giving birth and the dangers surrounding pregnancy never appealed to me until I got to know him. Now I find myself often dreaming about raising a family with him. His love and feelings for me don’t scare me like they used to. Every other time I was with someone, something was missing. I was struggling to connect with people and connect with myself. After years of dating and heartbreak, I felt like maybe I was one of those meant to be alone and independent. I often find myself thinking back to that first weekend we spent together. The first date turned into something extraordinary, and it was like we couldn’t be away from each other. Our determination to spend every second together was unlike anything I had experienced. I had never met someone who enjoyed my company as much as he did. It’s refreshing and seems to never change. I’ve stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop. Instead of creating false scenarios in my head, I’m living in this moment. Right here and now, with him. The good, the bad and the ugly. I’ll silently plan our future while he sleeps as we lay together in bed. I’ll keep still and not wake him up, and in the morning, I’ll realize that this is not a dream but a reality.

#creative writing #short story #under 1000 words #1000 words #romance #relationship #love #romance writing #writers #writers community #shortstoriesoftumblr #female writer

[shellem15]

Thinking about the Dawnfather. A god of light, a god of harvest, a god of the sun itself. Good but not nice, kind but not soft. Life-giving but also scorching. Protective, warm, and kind, but also stern, harsh, and abrasive. His light can foster growth, can protect and guide, but it can also scorch and burn. The sun is warm and nurturing but don’t stare at it too long, child, it’ll blind you.

Was he always so hard? Did he always hide his face with the harsh light of the sun? Or was there a time when he smiled and laughed, let others see him as he truly was?

Thinking about the Schism. Was the Dawnfather close to the Betrayer Gods before they turned? He must have been, Asmodeus wouldn’t be so hung up on him if he wasn’t. Speaking of Asmodeus, he was once a being of light, like the Dawnfather and the Everlight are now. Were they closer than the others? When the Gods came to Exandria, did they come from the same place or were they scattered, a ragtag group of survivors fleeing from predators seeking to devour them? And if the latter is true, did these three beings of light come from the same place? Siblings, born from the same stuff, forever tied to one another?

If this was the case, then, what was their relationship before the Schism? Did they call each other “Brother” and “Sister”? Did they hold each other when they were scared, dry each other’s tears, laugh and joke and tease and fight and make up because they were siblings and they’d always be together, and they loved each other with every fiber of their being and they only had each other. When Predathos came, when it devoured two of their newfound siblings, did the Dawnfather hold them both and promise them that everything was going to be okay because he was their brother and he was going to protect them, all of them. The gods, mortals, the world itself, they would not be devoured, they would not be destroyed, because he was there and would fight until his very last breath to keep them safe.

Wondering then, was that the moment when Asmodeus truly grew to hate their creations? Seeing his brother and sister and siblings risk their lives just to protect some mewling mortal wretches when they could just leave it all behind and start somewhere new. Was that the moment when he realized that mortals had done something to them, changed them when they were not supposed to change. Why else would they risk being devoured by Predathos, why else would they suffer through war with the Primordials? Why else would they choose them over him!? Was this the moment when he decided to conspire with the Primordials and the other Betrayer Gods? To destroy this world and the mortals on it so they could finally leave. And they would leave, of course, because the Dawnfather was his brother and the Everlight was his sister and the Gods were a family, and at the end of the day, they would always be together, and once the corrupting influence of those mortals was gone, they would surely all see reason.

And when the Dawnfather discovered this betrayal, when all the Prime Deities did, he must have been furious. How could they!? His kin, his brother, who had always been by his side through everything, how could they turn around and destroy their creations, their children. And so he and the other Primes took up arms and fought against their own family to protect this world they had created, and their children who inhabited it. Those battles must have been brutal, bonds of comradery broken, kin clashing against kin, screaming curses as they tore each other apart.

During those final battles of the Schism, when the Dawnfather clashed against Asmodeus, did they scream at each other in rage? A twisted reflection of previous squabbles, different because this time it was real, this time there is no forgiveness, no making up. When the Dawnfather knocked Asmodeus down, crushed his throat under his foot and banished him to the Hells, was he yelling when he disowned him? Or was he quiet when he did it, his voice going into a low growl, deadly calm as he told him that he was not his brother anymore. And moments previously, when the Dawnfather could have easily killed him, did he look into Asmodeus’s eyes and see his brother? Scared and hurt by his hands, hands that once held him and swore to protect him. In that moment, did the Dawnfather realize he couldn’t kill him? Because that was his brother and despite everything, he still loved him, and hurting him brought him more grief and pain than he could ever imagine. So instead, he banished him, locked him and all the other Betrayers away because he and the other Primes couldn’t bring themselves to kill their family, but they also couldn’t let them free.

Was this when the Dawnfather obscured his face? Hardened his heart because otherwise he would break, and he cannot break, because the other gods need him to be strong, because Exandria needs him to be strong. And so he stayed strong, despite the grief, despite the guilt, despite the pain of heartbreak, of hurting the ones he loved to protect the ones he loved. And this hardening must have continued, running himself ragged during Calamity, beating back Tharizdun, protecting Ioun after she almost died, sheltering the Everlight after Asmodeus once again betrayed her, stabbed her in the back and left her broken and weak when all she wanted was to do was get her brother back, to save him from his own wrath. Failure after failure after failure to protect those he cared about, to protect his siblings and mortals and Exandria itself. The guilt of his failures must be overwhelming, and these are his failures: Predathos devoured his siblings under his watch, his siblings betrayed them under his watch, Calamity ravaged Exandria under his watch, and even now, the threat of Predathos has once again returned under his watch.

No wonder he is so harsh now, so controlling now: because every time he has failed in his vigilance the world has suffered for it. He can’t fail again; he can’t lose any more siblings. And so, he continues hardening his heart, continues fighting, because the sun must always rise again in the morning, no matter what.

#did i make my first post a 1000+ word essay about the dawnfather? yes #did i write this instead of doing my work? also yes #would i do it again? absolutely #i have so many thoughts about the gods of exandria #i want to shake them in a jar and examine them under a microscope #it is my foremost belief that pelor has eldest daughter syndrome #like surface pressure from encanto is literally the perfect pelor song tell me im wrong #he is so stressed. all the time #like pelor IS a dick. absolutely #he has definitely done some fucked up shit #but he's not malicious or evil. hes doing what he thinks will protect everyone #he is in desperate need of a nap. a hug. and a therapist #this definitely delves into headcanon territory but i dont care #critical role #cr spoilers #cr meta #cr headcanons #dawnfather #everlight #cr asmodeus #pelor the dawnfather #cr sarenrae #cr gods #shelley's overdramatic character analysis

[julesdaydreams]

@wolfstarmicrofic I april prompt 4: Airport AU I word count: 996

Remus came to a screeching halt at the gate, huffing from having run through the airport.

Usually, Remus prided himself in his ability to be on time. Today though, everything went wrong the moment he woke up in his hotel room, causing him now to stand sweating in front of an empty gate.

“You're too late, mate. Plane left like… ten minutes ago? They just told me.”, came a smooth voice from behind him and Remus turned around to come face to face with silver eyes looking up at him.

The man belonging to them was pretty. The kind of pretty that Remus wanted to write in one of his books about. Long black waves framing his pale face, high cheek bones, lips that Remus wanted to study the shape of, trace them with his tongue, map them out with his teeth-

And fuck. Remus really shouldn't be thinking such things about a stranger. He shouldn't be thinking such things at all considering that he was about to get married tomorrow.

“Cat got your tongue?”, the stranger said and Remus was ripped from his thoughts, blinking himself out of his trance and focusing back to the man's face smirking at him as if he knew exactly the type of thoughts Remus was having.

“Shit, sorry. That's just… really fucking inconvenient.”, he said, unsure of why he was engaging in a conversation at all, when he should do anything in his power to get on the next plane to London.

“Well, same here. Unfortunately the next plane doesn't go until tomorrow at ten, so we're in for a long night.”

And that? That was absolutely fucking grand. Trust Remus to manage to be on time for the stupidest things but not make it to his own wedding.

“Fucking hell. Marc will kill me.”, he couldn't help but blurt out, walking the few steps over to some chairs and slumping down in one of them with a deep sigh.

“Who is Marc?”, came the voice again and Remus looked up at the stranger who had sat down in the chair next to Remus.

“My fiancé. We're supposed to get married tomorrow. He was already annoyed because I had this book reading yesterday and had to leave the country just a few days before the wedding and if I tell him that I won't be back in time… let's just say I'm not sure I'll have a fiancé to marry anymore tomorrow.”

He winced at the thought, feeling guilty about the whole thing and he hadn't even called Marc yet. He really should get to that…

“Hmm, that sucks. But I'm sure if he loves you, he'll understand. Sure, he won't be happy about it, but you can always postbone the wedding?”, Sirius said kindly, giving him a small smile that should've made Remus feel better but didn't really do that much.

“Yeah… totally. Sorry, I'll call him real quick.”, he said half-heartedly before standing up and walking a few steps to give himself some privacy.

He dialled his fiancé's phone number and Marc was on the line instantly.

“Remus? What's wrong, shouldn't you be on the plane by now?”, came a worried voice and Remus wanted to kick himself to cause it.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. Uhm… listen I didn't catch my flight, there were these problems the whole day and…”, Remus began to explain the situation and the next twenty minutes where spent on the phone with a very angry Marc, calling him all kinds of names and cursing at how stupid Remus' book thing was in the first place and how he should've just stayed at home. The call ended with a gruffly said “Don't expect me to wait for you at the altar”, and Remus was left staring dumbly at his phone screen, feeling like the worst human being on the planet.

He turned around and his eyes snapped back to the stranger who was still sitting in the same place he had before, looking at Remus with a slight frown that told him that he heard the whole thing.

He sighed before walking back to his seat, slumping down with a sigh for the second time in the last hour.

“He sounds like a dick.”, came the stranger's voice and Remus’ eyes snapped towards silver ones that looked displeased.

“What? No, he isn't. If anyone is a dick, it's me! I can't even be there for my own wedding!”, Remus exclaimed. He felt the need to defend Marc. Clearly, Remus was the one who had fucked up and it was only natural to be angry at that.

“Yeah, sure. But that's no reason to call you all those nasty things. It's not like you planned on missing your plane, did you? From what I've heard it sounds more like the universe did everything in it's power to make sure you wouldn't get on that plane in time to marry him tomorrow.’

Remus didn't know what to respond to that, but whether Marc's reaction was justified or not really didn't matter anymore.

“Either way. It definitely sounded like he was done so… I guess I don't have a wedding to get to after all.”, he sighed, thinking about how disappointed his mother would be when he told her.

“You never know, maybe it's for the better.”, answered the man and Remus was about to call him out on the sad attempt of making him feel better, but something in the silver of his eyes made him come up short.

“Yeah, maybe.”, he said dumbly, voice soft for some unknown reason.

The man gave him a bright smile before extending his hand.

“I'm Sirius, by the way.”

Remus took it.

“Remus, nice to meet you.”

#hp marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #airport au #short story #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #guys I'm so proud I actually managed to keep it under 1000 words

[dylanconrique]

“you scared me." 🤝 “yeah i about had a heart attack.” 🤝 “i can’t lose you the way i lost her.”

the holy trinity.

#*and this is icarly! #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #for those of you who don't know tim 1000% whispered almost inaudibly under his breath those three words 'you scared me' #right after lucy comes to from him giving her cpr #i swear you can only make it out with headphones at full volume.. and you have to listen very intently. no distractions. #IT'S HAUNTED ME AND TAKEN SO MUCH SPACE IN MY BRAIN FOR YEARS SO I KNOW I'M RIGHT #can't believe we got the other two quotes in the same episode though #the writers are deeply insane for putting those lines in the same script #tim's number 1 fear has always been losing lucy in some way #she's been such a pivotal part of his life since she was first assigned to him #so much so that he doesn't even remember nor could he imagine his life without her in it #god i MISS THEMMMMM!!!!!!!

[minophus]

oh i could totally write a minophus conflict

#maybe a short drabble. a SHORT ONE. UNDER 1000 WORDS

[frenchiefitzhere]

100 🥳

(and those are just the visible ones... :fingie guns:)

#100 fics #redacted fanfic #redactedverse #ok so maybe most of them are songs and therefore under 1000 words #but also #DID I MENTION MOST OF THEM ARE SONGS!! #tell me who else is doing that shit? /lh #ily redacted fandom #thanks for listening/reading

[inkybinkyboink]

oh fellas it's essay writing time you know what that means

#it means its time to do anything but write the essays and spam the tumblr feeds of the poor souls who decided to click the follow button for #some bizarre reason #i have. about 4 essays due and like. 5 research articles to read and 1 book? and 1 creative project #luckily only 3 essays and 3 research articles are due imminently and all the essays are under 1000 words and the articles are all under 20 #pages. so. it could be worse? but it could be better? the last month of uni is fucking awful! and oh my fucking god i might be #graduating next year? thats terrifying. and its? covid lockdown anniversary and THATS weird because that one day changed the entire #trajectory of my life and everything that ive done the past 3 years has been a result of that day and thats really trippy #i ALMOST had a second breakdown in front of my prof but i didnt! so. we are. definitely mentally healthy /hj

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

Febuwhump Day 8: “Why won’t it stop?”

Fandom: Prospect (2018)

Relationship: Cee and Ezra

WC: 1182

#‘im gonna keep these prompts under 1000 word’ sure jan #not super graphic but tagged as graphic anyway bc i dont know your lives #i feel like the tone of this one is weird #and i think it’s bc it’s more narratory than in cee’s head? #anyway that was an interesting exercise for me #i dont like it lol #powered pink is a joke for me and me alone 💀 my bees might appreciate it too #but it’s mostly just me being silly #catch the panic! reference too 💀 #tw torture #tw drowning #tw blood and injury #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday8 #prospect #ezra prospect #prospect 2018 #cee prospect #cee and ezra

[sidewalk-scrawls]

OKAY time to talk about Izzy’s code of honor.

People often claim that Izzy is unusual by pirate standards because of his code of honor, and while I think that’s mostly true (he’s very, very big on rules even when they’re to his detriment), I don’t think it’s the whole picture. I’d argue that it’s not really Izzy’s moral code itself that makes him unusual – Instead, it’s his consistent adherence to that code even when other people violate it.

You know that phrase “honor among thieves?” That’s Izzy, I think – A good chunk of his code of honor seems to specifically apply to other criminals (think pirates and fences). This, by the way, is why Izzy claims that Stede stealing back his hostage is specifically “unprofessional” – Stede is claiming to be a pirate, and pirates don’t ambush other pirates. This is also more than likely why Izzy challenges Stede to a duel (and offers him the chance to yield!), rather than just stabbing him when his back is turned.

Now, admittedly, this framing gets a bit messy when you consider the original plan for the Revenge crew (make them repair the ship and then execute them) – How does Izzy justify that via his moral code? There are a few ways he could (the Revenge crew are not really pirates and are too incompetent to join the crew, robbing them is payment for the crew who died during that attack on the Navy ship, etc), but honestly, I doubt that he bothers! Izzy “above all else loyalty to your captain” Hands doesn’t need to justify the killing because Ed ordering it is justification enough. (Somewhat ironically, this is almost the exact opposite of how Ed contextualizes violence – He views his hands as clean of blood because he’s not the one doing the actual killing. I’m not convinced anyone on this ship is accepting responsibility for these particular types of murders lmao)

So if we accept that this is the moral framework that Izzy is working within (there are other possibilities, for sure, but this at least fits with what we know so far), that brings us to our next question – Is this framework actually unusual for pirates? 

Within the show so far, we don’t really have much evidence for that one way or another – Stede certainly doesn’t display this sort of code of honor, but he’s also… not really a pirate. And while we see Spanish Jackie sell Stede and his crew out to the Navy in episode 3, since it’s an act of retribution, it doesn’t actually violate the above code. In general, we just don’t see enough interactions between pirates to say what goes as standard.

So instead of trying to frame this in the context of the show, I’m going to instead assess it through a social context. The concept of “honor among thieves” exists for a reason – There are a lot of cases where this particular brand of honor can be incredibly beneficial. In particular, it makes it much easier to work with other criminals. In Izzy’s case, his honor code likely makes it far easier to build alliances with other pirates, which generally speaking, is a good thing to be able to do. (The ease with which Izzy builds an alliance with Spanish Jackie and Calico Jack also suggests he’s at least decent at this.)

It’s also helpful for building stronger relationships with potential business partners. This is likely part of why Izzy was able to buy the hostages from the tribe in episode 2 – Presumably, there was already an established relationship there. Pirates also need to work with fences to sell their goods, and that sure goes smoother if there’s at least a modicum of trust (i.e., the pirates and the fence can present goods and/or money and not immediately be violently robbed lol). So yes, you attack and rob merchants, but you don’t attack pirates or other potential business partners without cause.

Anyway, considering how mutually beneficial this type of honor code can be, I doubt Izzy is the only one operating within this framework. The thing that makes Izzy unusual, though, is the sheer tenacity with which he grips this code of honor and refuses to let go. This is a pretty major flaw on Izzy’s part (I’m sorry, Izzy) because this type of moral code only works if both parties are willing to stick with it. Stede, unfortunately, is incredibly good at exacerbating this flaw – Every single time Stede and Izzy interact, Izzy ends up losing because Stede doesn’t care about Izzy’s rules. He’s perfectly happy to cheat and trick and, in general, do whatever is necessary to win.

Now, if Izzy were a more flexible person, this would not necessarily be an issue! I’m thinking again about Nicky Case’s The Evolution of Trust, a game theory simulator where you play against an AI, either cooperating or cheating, to collect coins. You win the most coins if you cheat and your opponent cooperates, and lose the most if you cooperate while your opponent cheats. If you and your opponent both cooperate, you’ll land in the middle.

The very short summary of this (although I recommend playing the game if you have 30 minutes!) is that building trust by cooperating tends to land you the best results overall. But it’s also important to be able to recognize when that trust was broken, and protect yourself if necessary.

This, I think, is Izzy’s major flaw, and also what makes him unusual among pirates. When Stede ignores the code that Izzy follows, what Izzy should do is follow his code a bit less fervently. Of course, this is not a thing that Izzy can do. I’m not sure it would even occur to him as a possibility! So Izzy’s refusal to break the rules puts him at an immense disadvantage to Stede, meaning he loses and loses and loses.

#put this under a read more because it's a lengthy one! #i wrote this 1000 word meta post instead of doing my work shout out to being responsible! #ofmd #ofmd meta #my ofmd meta #izzy hands

[cosmicalart]

Finally have a title for my fic, I'm hoping to have it finished by tomorrow or tuesday by the latest.

What we want (what do we deserve)

Summary:

"We could be married with children and my family still wouldn't acknowledge what we are to each other."

Simon finally has the courage to bring up something Baz said and it starts a very important and adult conversation for them. Discussing if marriage or kids is something they want and what it would possibly look like for them being in a queer relationship as well as their monster parts.

#carry on #simon snow #snowbaz #rainbow rowell #baz pitch #simon snow trilogy #idiots in love #snowbaz fic #I'm trying #I'm just under 1000 words #snowbaz as parents?