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froggimus_rex) wrote2019-01-31 11:46 pm
froggimus_rex) wrote2019-01-31 11:46 pm
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100 words of Ficdump
So, gonna try something new, and do an every so often post of "FFA 100 words of..." fills that either aren't part of longer/potential WIPs or that I'm not planning on reposting to AO3 for whatever reasons. Let's see how long it lasts.
Both of these for for She-Ra because apparently writing silly AUS, porn, horrific trauma or some version of all three for that show is what I do now.
100 words of Catfuck Counterworld
A jaunty whistle was the only warning Adora got before the lights came on, not that she had time to do more than throw her free hand (that would be the one not currently wrist deep in Catra) in front of her eyes to shield them from the bright fluorescent glare.
"Morning, Catra. Morning, Adora." Scorpia sounded both far too chipper for this early in the morning and far more blasé than Adora would've in her shoes. She made that little gesture that was as close to finger-guns as you could get when you didn't actually have fingers. "You done something with your hair? It suits you."
Well, someone had done something to Adora's hair, but Adora had bigger concerns right now. Like not dying of embarrassment when Catra started rocking her hips back again, her impatiently lashing tail hitting Adora in the face. "Hey, Scorpia. You're looking...unsurprised to see me. Here. In your kitchen."
Scorpia shrugged before turning switch on the coffee maker. "Oh, I was kind of expecting you yesterday, actually, since Catra's heat was due and all."
Wait. "Catra's heat?" The one that had apparently been so out of the blue and blind-siding that Catra hadn't even been capable of specifying that it was sex emergency in her text, which meant Adora hadn't thrown lube in her satchel, which had led to their detour to the kitchen to find the lube kept there for...actually, Adora really didn't want to know why there was emergency lube in their kitchen. At all. "You knew about that?"
"Well, turns out there's apps for everything these days, and I'm in charge of the chore wheel, so I marked it on there." Scorpia said from the depths of the fridge, and if it was anyone else that would have been creepy, but Adora was mostly just surprised that she was still under the impression that Catra was the kind of person who looked at chore wheels.
"We have a chore wheel?" Speaking of, it seemed Catra had finally managed to spit out the underwear Adora had used as an improvised gag in the hopes of preventing, well, this.
"Juice box, anyone?"
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[Originally posted here.]
Content Note: implied child abuse
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100 words of deaged to age of virginity loss & 100 words of aftermath
So, this was a day.
That they weren't in the Fright Zone would've been pretty cool, except for the princess, who showed up and immediately demanded that she "fix" Adora. Which just proved that the only difference between a princess and any other dumb, older kid was sparkles, like she'd ever do anything to Adora. Though the look on Princess Sparkles's face when Adora had responded by biting her hand and running over to tackle and cling to her was making up for it.
She didn't even know why the princess was blaming her when Shadow Weaver was right over there in the midst of a psychotic break. At first she'd thought the get up and fake name might've been some kind of act or disguise or mind game, but, no, Shadow Weaver in her right mind just wasn't capable of talking to her in that syrupy sweet tone, the one that had Adora shivering and pressing in even closer to her side.
She was still the same Shadow Weaver underneath though, the princess had said something to set her off, and she could see the rage starting to show through the cracks. So could Adora, but she was ready for that, and snagged her by the collar before she could do something stupid. Sure, not even a princess deserved to be the target of Shadow Weaver's ire, but that didn't mean she was going to let Adora risk it for one.
At least the one good thing about all this weirdness was that a suddenly years younger Adora was a whole lot easier to protect from herself.
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Catra awoke to someone shaking her shoulder and a hand clamped over her mouth. When she realised who the hand belonged to she automatically bared her fangs, Glimmer wouldn't mind losing a few fingers now would she, but before she could follow through, the princess pulled her hand back and pressed her finger against her lips, Catra followed her line of sight and oh, right, Adora. Fast asleep with her head on Catra's chest, arms wrapped tightly around her, exactly the same as when they'd fallen asleep the night before. Well, not exactly...
"You fixe-" Glimmer's hand was back over her mouth with a hissed admonishment to be quieter she could finish getting the words out, and Catra thought she deserved credit for only licking it in response.
"Yes, I fixed it," she hissed, wiping her hand on her leg. Adora stirred, whimpering in her sleep, and Glimmer froze, not stirring until she settled again, like she always had, under Catra's absent hair petting. "We need to talk."
"You and me? Why?" Adora was back to being a big idiot instead of a small one, Catra remembered exactly why she didn't like Glimmer beyond the younger girl being a princess, and okay, that particular expression of rage, exhaustion and nausea was a new look for her, but she didn't see why that required them to talk. Especially when she didn't seem to want Adora involved in the conversation.
"Because I figured out what she did."
Again, why should she care, when it clearly hadn't worked properly and Glimmer had fixed it already. "You mean apart from lose her temper at you? How'd you set her off anyway."
"Existed." Oh, Catra could sympathise with that, not that she wanted to. "She really didn't like the idea an immortal angelic being might have more than one relationship ever."
"Wait, are you saying Shadow Weaver fucked your mom?" This was the best day ever. Could a person die of embarrassment? Was Glimmer going to?
"She hadn't yet, that's the problem."
"Shadow Weaver not fucking your mom is a problem?" If so it was a problem everyone should have.
By now, Glimmer was a bright red that really clashed with her hair. "Whatever spell she used took you all back to just before any of you had...done anything...like that."
"And you stayed the same which means…" Seriously, best day ever. Poor girl was probably pining over Adora. Adora...her gut turned to ice. "Fascinating as it is to learn all this, you can't be possibly be right. If you were...look, I know when Adora...and it wasn't..."
"Do you? Really?" That there wasn't even a hint of nastiness in her voice, just tiredness, made it worse. "Does she?"
Oh. Suddenly she understood why they weren't having this conversation with Adora, and she really didn't want to.
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[Originally posted here and here]
Both of these for for She-Ra because apparently writing silly AUS, porn, horrific trauma or some version of all three for that show is what I do now.
100 words of Catfuck Counterworld
A jaunty whistle was the only warning Adora got before the lights came on, not that she had time to do more than throw her free hand (that would be the one not currently wrist deep in Catra) in front of her eyes to shield them from the bright fluorescent glare.
"Morning, Catra. Morning, Adora." Scorpia sounded both far too chipper for this early in the morning and far more blasé than Adora would've in her shoes. She made that little gesture that was as close to finger-guns as you could get when you didn't actually have fingers. "You done something with your hair? It suits you."
Well, someone had done something to Adora's hair, but Adora had bigger concerns right now. Like not dying of embarrassment when Catra started rocking her hips back again, her impatiently lashing tail hitting Adora in the face. "Hey, Scorpia. You're looking...unsurprised to see me. Here. In your kitchen."
Scorpia shrugged before turning switch on the coffee maker. "Oh, I was kind of expecting you yesterday, actually, since Catra's heat was due and all."
Wait. "Catra's heat?" The one that had apparently been so out of the blue and blind-siding that Catra hadn't even been capable of specifying that it was sex emergency in her text, which meant Adora hadn't thrown lube in her satchel, which had led to their detour to the kitchen to find the lube kept there for...actually, Adora really didn't want to know why there was emergency lube in their kitchen. At all. "You knew about that?"
"Well, turns out there's apps for everything these days, and I'm in charge of the chore wheel, so I marked it on there." Scorpia said from the depths of the fridge, and if it was anyone else that would have been creepy, but Adora was mostly just surprised that she was still under the impression that Catra was the kind of person who looked at chore wheels.
"We have a chore wheel?" Speaking of, it seemed Catra had finally managed to spit out the underwear Adora had used as an improvised gag in the hopes of preventing, well, this.
"Juice box, anyone?"
-
[Originally posted here.]
Content Note: implied child abuse
-
100 words of deaged to age of virginity loss & 100 words of aftermath
So, this was a day.
That they weren't in the Fright Zone would've been pretty cool, except for the princess, who showed up and immediately demanded that she "fix" Adora. Which just proved that the only difference between a princess and any other dumb, older kid was sparkles, like she'd ever do anything to Adora. Though the look on Princess Sparkles's face when Adora had responded by biting her hand and running over to tackle and cling to her was making up for it.
She didn't even know why the princess was blaming her when Shadow Weaver was right over there in the midst of a psychotic break. At first she'd thought the get up and fake name might've been some kind of act or disguise or mind game, but, no, Shadow Weaver in her right mind just wasn't capable of talking to her in that syrupy sweet tone, the one that had Adora shivering and pressing in even closer to her side.
She was still the same Shadow Weaver underneath though, the princess had said something to set her off, and she could see the rage starting to show through the cracks. So could Adora, but she was ready for that, and snagged her by the collar before she could do something stupid. Sure, not even a princess deserved to be the target of Shadow Weaver's ire, but that didn't mean she was going to let Adora risk it for one.
At least the one good thing about all this weirdness was that a suddenly years younger Adora was a whole lot easier to protect from herself.
-
Catra awoke to someone shaking her shoulder and a hand clamped over her mouth. When she realised who the hand belonged to she automatically bared her fangs, Glimmer wouldn't mind losing a few fingers now would she, but before she could follow through, the princess pulled her hand back and pressed her finger against her lips, Catra followed her line of sight and oh, right, Adora. Fast asleep with her head on Catra's chest, arms wrapped tightly around her, exactly the same as when they'd fallen asleep the night before. Well, not exactly...
"You fixe-" Glimmer's hand was back over her mouth with a hissed admonishment to be quieter she could finish getting the words out, and Catra thought she deserved credit for only licking it in response.
"Yes, I fixed it," she hissed, wiping her hand on her leg. Adora stirred, whimpering in her sleep, and Glimmer froze, not stirring until she settled again, like she always had, under Catra's absent hair petting. "We need to talk."
"You and me? Why?" Adora was back to being a big idiot instead of a small one, Catra remembered exactly why she didn't like Glimmer beyond the younger girl being a princess, and okay, that particular expression of rage, exhaustion and nausea was a new look for her, but she didn't see why that required them to talk. Especially when she didn't seem to want Adora involved in the conversation.
"Because I figured out what she did."
Again, why should she care, when it clearly hadn't worked properly and Glimmer had fixed it already. "You mean apart from lose her temper at you? How'd you set her off anyway."
"Existed." Oh, Catra could sympathise with that, not that she wanted to. "She really didn't like the idea an immortal angelic being might have more than one relationship ever."
"Wait, are you saying Shadow Weaver fucked your mom?" This was the best day ever. Could a person die of embarrassment? Was Glimmer going to?
"She hadn't yet, that's the problem."
"Shadow Weaver not fucking your mom is a problem?" If so it was a problem everyone should have.
By now, Glimmer was a bright red that really clashed with her hair. "Whatever spell she used took you all back to just before any of you had...done anything...like that."
"And you stayed the same which means…" Seriously, best day ever. Poor girl was probably pining over Adora. Adora...her gut turned to ice. "Fascinating as it is to learn all this, you can't be possibly be right. If you were...look, I know when Adora...and it wasn't..."
"Do you? Really?" That there wasn't even a hint of nastiness in her voice, just tiredness, made it worse. "Does she?"
Oh. Suddenly she understood why they weren't having this conversation with Adora, and she really didn't want to.
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[Originally posted here and here]