#225 words

[getawayfox]

Draco works in a bakery. In the back, after it’s closed, cleaning. It’s hard work. He doesn't mind it.

Draco works in a bakery. The same one he’s been working for ages, in the back, except now he works with dough and crème pât. It’s early mornings and long shifts.

Draco works in a bakery. He’s the first one in, unlocking the door every morning. He flicks the lightswitch, turns on the coffee machine. The sign on the door has his name.

Draco works in a bakery, even though he doesn’t have to. The most popular item on the menu, the most ridiculous thing he’s come up with, is sold out every single day. People queue for it in all his locations. He has made his first million galleons ages ago, yet he still comes to work and puts an apron on.

Draco doesn’t work in a bakery anymore because his grandkids begged him to take it easy for once. He bakes at home a lot though, like this morning, a batch of gingerbread cookies; his favourite thing to make, the one that’s made his bakeries famous. He waits for them to cool, coffee cup warming his hands. He pipes on golden round glasses carefully, adds the sharp edges of a lighting bolt. His husband will laugh and shake his head when he comes downstairs.

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

microfic may day 16: match

microfic may day 17: waiting

drarry. 225 words.

read the other days here!

Draco never really understood the appeal of football. Yet here he was, 7am on a Saturday, bundled up in the biggest coat he could find and standing on the edge of a grass pitch. The fronds were dew-damp, seeping through the fabric of his trainers and into the socks below.

He scowled.

Many moons ago, Draco vowed never to miss a football match that Harry played in: casual, local, charity, the likes.

He was a WAG, as Blaise had snidely put it. Whatever that meant.

Harry was currently running laps of the field, clad only in shorts and a tshirt. He shone in the early morning sun. Well, to Draco, there wasn’t a day where Harry isn’t radiant.

Draco could pretend to enjoy this, all the shouting and roughhousing over a ball, as if any one of them wasn’t already in possession of two. He could pretend because it made Harry happy to see him at the sidelines and to shout “This one’s for you, Coco,” before taking a penalty shot.

So Draco could complain. He could stamp his wet feet or stay in bed for a bit longer as an act of protest.

But he wouldn’t. He’d do his 90 minutes (+ extra time) of waiting. He’d hand Harry a thermos of honey lemon tea.

And he’ll do it all over again next week.

[leanderqueenie]

As you're about to sit down at the only place you can find on the giant step of the coloseum, you notice the spot is covered by the long free-flowing hair of the dwarven lady sitting infront of the spot. You look around and see how far you'd need to go before deciding it's not worth it and claim the spot, trying to avoid the hair as much as possible. As the band starts to warm up, you see her sqirm a bit, her hair doesn't seem pulled, softly running down her back. Then she turns to you with furrowed brow, "You're sitting on my pubes!" You raise yourself slighty as she stands up, and sure enough, the hair from her head ends at her hind. She mustn't have realized it trailed behind her from under her skirt. As you sort out not pulling the locks, she huffs at you disapprovingly. Then, "I thank my lucky stars, you stod up!" A wizard woman said to her "You've been sitting on my beard this whole time!" The dwarvan lady looks at her surprised, then, a smile forms on her bearded lips as she rolls her eyes at you "Alright, I forgive you." She chuckles with a snear, then she sits down closer to the wizard, careful of their hair, and starts a conversation with her.

[azol-otl]

It always confuses me when there's such a push to make Damian either short or willowy as an adult, especially when combined with "He takes after Talia 🥰" cause like...

Even discounting the fact that Bruce is a big dude from a family of big dudes (like just look at Thomas and any elseworld where there's a Wayne in the past), it ignores the fact that Talia is also a tall woman. Like the average height of a woman, a brown woman especially, is not that tall. 5'7-5'8 (her average height) is pretty tall for a lady! She's Tim's maximum height ever (except for the Arkham series) and taller than Cass, Stephanie and a lot more women in the franchise. We're just used to saying 6+ for characters.

And even if you do discount Talia (which you shouldn't), Ra's is fucking huge. Like taller than Bruce huge. Like Damian is likely gonna be 6'4 at least with both sides of the family being big.

[stormears]

Opens Scrivener and spends some time writing an old hq wip without checking word counter and eventually checks word counter and

writes 1,299 words without even realizing

[fullhalalalchemist]

🚨KOSA is back and being pushed heavily in congress right now

I really hate to do this, but KOSA, the bill that is a mass censorship and surveillance bill that will specifically censor all LGBT content online to "protect kids", is back.

KOSA advocates have brought in support from Elon Musk (I wish I was making this up) and are trying to get him to get Donald Trump to speak out in support of it. (And they lie and tell us it's not an anti-queer bill 🙄). The reason so is because the holdouts that are stopping this from passing are...republicans. It's GOP House leaders Steve Scalise and Mike Johnson. If they succeed and put this in an end of year spending bill, it will be near impossible to get it out and it will most likely be passed. Pro-KOSA advocates were on the hill today pushing hard to pass it. They have a lot of support behind them. There is only two weeks left in congress, so if they don't succeed, it's over.

The ONLY way this bill has stalled so much so far is because of calls driven to congress. It has worked and can still work. Please, spread this as much as you can and call House leadership and spread the word! You don't have to be from their district. You can pretend to be GOP. It doesn't matter, just call and voice your opposition. Trump and Musk clearly have a lot of sway over these people and I'm really scared they will succeed at the last minute!!

Here are their numbers: Scalise: 202-225-3015 Johnson: 202-225-2777

If you don't know what to say, use either call script! It takes less than a minute, I swear.

SOURCE: https://x.com/omaseddiq/status/1866621865793314845?t=9pJm-QRdqJg30E_rVuhINw&s=19

[danechka]

Guess who just impulse backed the cipher cult earlybird signed tier

[plethorawrites]

hey! what about clark who always makes you ride him because he’s afraid that with him on top he might hurt you cause he’ll lose control of his powers?

Oookkayyy. I believe I'm veering into some very precarious territory, lmao. But, yess, I do have thoughts! (NSFW content)

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Despite the fact that Clark Kent was 6'3 (while slouching), 225 pounds, and otherwise incredibly built, he was perhaps the least physically intimidating person alive. In fact, he was practically terrified of his own features—the same ones that made you utterly melt.

It wasn't until you discovered his identity as Superman that you realized the reason his hands never actually touched you during hugs, and he preferred you holding his arm over holding hands with each other. He was afraid. He always had been, in a way, but it was usually manageable.

That was because he wasn't trying to pursue a relationship.

You were affectionate, craving attention in whatever form possible, from cuddling on the couch to just grazing his pinky with yours while at lunch. And you wished he would return it more than he did. He wanted to. He really did. It was just so damn hard when he was terrified to hurt you. He'd never forgive himself if he did something that harmed you in any way.

The more physical your relationship became, the harder it became to reduce contact to the minimum amount he could get away with. You wanted more and so did he. But he could crush you without even meaning to, break your bones by just holding your hips, maybe even something worse than both of those things.

No, if you needed intimacy, he would gladly give it to you, since he wanted it just as badly, but he'd refrain from doing anything that could cause you even the slightest bit of discomfort or harm. You, being on top, was the only sensible answer.

Not to mention, incredibly attractive.

You always were, but there was something about the angle, about him just laying there, staring at you, watching you get lost in your own euphoria that drove him insane. The way your hair kept falling into your face, your fingernails kept digging further into the skin of his shoulders or chest, how your eyes sparkled brighter than usual.

To say nothing of how you actually felt, your hips soft against his bare skin with every slight roll you made, grinding against him slowly to prolong your time together as long as possible.

He could barely handle your usual smile, but the one you were giving him right now, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress a little huff of laughter made his heart clench.

"What?" He wondered, his breathing a bit heavy. He was doing a terrible job of keeping his composure and was pretty sure you could tell.

You shook your head, your hands planted firmly on his chest while admiring the way his head always tilted when he was curious. "Nothing," you mumbled, the word taking a little while to find since you had to focus enough to remember how to speak. "You just..." Your lips pursed as one especially long drag of your hips made your breath hitch. "... You're like a pillow prince." You teased a moment later.

Clark's mouth dropped a little, in surprise but not offense. You weren't exactly wrong. He was laying there, his hands behind his head, watching you do all the work, like always. But it wasn't because he wanted to. In fact, he was itching to touch you, to feel your soft skin under his hands and it was taking all his restraint not to flip you over. He just couldn't risk it.

"Maybe I just like the view," he replied, his hips jerking up slightly when he felt you clench around him. His jaw tightened at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed as he reveled in the feeling for a moment. "You—" he swallowed, his eyes opening. "—are you so perfect on top of me."

Another bashful smile spread across your face as you dropped your head and resisted the urge to move your hair, afraid that if he moved his hands, he'd lose control entirely.

"You like watching me struggle," you muttered, your hands moving to his shoulders to grip them tightly, your movements slowing to a stop, trying to catch your breath. "Admit it..." You panted. "... you're a sadist."

He laughed, his body shaking under you. "It's alright, sweetheart," he assured you. "You're doing good for me."

You hummed slightly at the praise, closing your eyes for a moment. "It's exhausting," you admitted, your legs killing you despite the enjoyment. "Always so... difficult."

"I know," he responded sympathetically, hesitantly removing his hands from behind your back, hovering them over your thighs for a while, contemplating before carefully setting his hands on them. He just couldn't resist anymore. You were too damn tempting.

You moved your hands to cover his, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You gonna help me, for once?" You murmur, trying to joke but failing. The words came out with too much lust for that.

He nodded slightly, focusing on making sure his fingers didn't accidentally dig into your skin too hard. "Tell me," he said seriously, staring into your eyes. "The second I take it too far."

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him. "You're not going to hurt me," you whispered. "I trust you."

[bubonickitten]

"HB 777 not only would fine libraries and librarians, but it would possibly require hard labor by those found guilty. Read that again: librarians would be sentenced to hard labor for daring to join their largest professional organization.

The bill would also potentially kill one of the largest graduate school programs in the state of Louisiana, Louisiana State University’s Masters of Library and Information Science program. Like all Master of Library and Information Science programs, it is accredited by the ALA and goes through a rigorous process to ensure that the curriculum is up-to-date and aligned with best practices in libraries.

Even if the bill is limited “only” to the use of tax money to support membership or attendance/enrollment in ALA-sponsored professional development, take a moment to look into whether or not police, fire, or other public entities are subject to similar legislation in Louisiana or elsewhere. You probably know the answer–and you probably won’t be surprised that one of the few institutional benefits offered to library workers is such membership.

If you haven’t been paying attention until now or you’ve thought these fears when laid out over the last several years were hyperbole and this is your wakeup call, there’s no time like the present to get to work advocating on behalf of your library. If you live in Louisiana, contact your representatives as soon as possible (here’s a very easy way to do that!). You can also reach out to Kellee Dickerson by phone at (225) 380-4232 and email hse064@legis.la.gov.

Then, reach out to your own libraries and offer your support, either by showing up at board meetings and/or running for those board positions when vacancies occur. Go borrow books from the library and get your writing hands going with letters to your local papers.

EveryLibrary also has a petition you can sign related to HB777."

Please take the time to sign the petition, spread the word, and support your local library.

[my-castles-crumbling]

myth - @wolfstarmicrofic - NSFW - word count: 225

“Hey, Remus?” Lily asked kindly, looking up from her Advanced Care of Magical Creatures book and giving her friend a hesitant smile. “Can I ask you a question about werewolves?”

“Why me?” the Gryffindor joked, earning a laugh from his friends. “Yeah, Lils, what’s up?”

“Our professor is making us present on facts and myths about different creatures, to review for our NEWTs in a few months,” Lily explained. “I picked werewolves, of course. What do you think are some of the biggest myths about them?”

“That they’re scary,” James replied quickly, poking Remus in the face and earning a scowl.

“That they’re mean,” Sirius added on with a smile, pecking Remus on the cheek.

“Ooo! What about the one about how they’re…er…well-endowed?” Peter chimed in, turning a bit pink.

Lily gaped. “That’s…people say that?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Stupid people. But it’s not true, or appropriate for a school report, so–”

But before Lily could reply, Sirius cut him off. “Wait, what? It’s definitely true!” he argued, eyes wide.

Everyone turned towards him.

“Hm. How would you know, Pads? Measured a lot of werewolf prick lately?” James asked with a shit-eating grin, waggling his eyebrows and dodging Lily’s swatting hand.

But Sirius, thought blushing, stood firm. “Enough to know that’s not a myth,�� he mumbled, chuckling.

Remus just hid his face in his hands.

[ccwpidsblog]

a/n: since when was fat a bad word? dni ugly fatphobes genuinely kiss my fat black ass.

content warning: more freaky froggie stuff becus cupid does it best!!

men whom love fat women !!

yes fat. with bellies that fold under their clothes and poke through their high waisted jeans. chunky arms that jiggle when they move, and that oh so lovely layer of fat under their chins, giving their round faces an almost childish glem. don't get them started on stretch marks— the tiger strips that cover their tummies, shoulders, and jiggly thighs only add to the mouthwatering appeal. fat women that are just so biteable, edible, and loveable. big strong men who laugh find it absolutely laughable at the thought of not being able to handle a woman with extra meat on their bones. was that a challenge? they sure see it as one.

big strong nasty men who laugh deep and proud as they squeal and gasp in surprise when they're lifted off their feet and chucked around like they didn't weigh over 225. proud nasty brutes who prove they can handle it by fucking their chunky lady standing up. holding every squish of fat up as they ram their even bigger cocks into their messy little pussies. dropping dumb dick that has them gasping and begging for air.

brutes who don't stop until they have their woman fucked out and panting. proud like they've just won the lottery. "still think i can't handle you?."

fuck. he sure can..

— REINER! REINER! REINER! SOAP! SOAP! SOAP!

[smolwriter]

Notes game !

Spamming is allowed but not to much :3 (watch me regret this)

10 notes - I’ll write 100 words (FINISHED)

25 notes - I’ll write 200 more words (FINISHED)

35 notes - I do a writing sprint for thirty minutes without getting distracted (FINISHED)

50 notes - I’ll hit 2k words on the lotus story 🪷 (tbh I might hit it before you guys get here due to the other note goals) (FINISHED)

75 notes - I’ll hit 2.5k🪷(FINISHED)

90 notes - I’ll hit 3k🪷 (FINISHED)

100 notes - I’ll continue brainstorming a project(s?) that I forgot about (FINISHED)

110 notes - I’ll work on lore documents for my projects (IN PROGRESS)

120 notes - I’ll plot some project (IN PROGRESS)

130 notes - im going to finish writing traditionally for some of my other projects (IN PROGRESS)

150 notes - at least write down the project ideas I have even though I have so many others (IN PROGRESS)

200 notes - I’ll do some writing dares from y’all (anything that is within my boundaries) (FINISHED/you guys can send me stuff whenever you want :>)

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300 notes - try to do some of my new writing ideas even though I have a lot (wahhh) (FINISHED)

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340 notes - do pomorodo while writing (FINISHED)

355 notes - hit whatever milestone is next (FINISHED)

here im just writing down the things i need to do since SOMEONE spammed it all the way to 400 notes

360 notes - write (FINISHED)

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420 notes - hey abt you write that fanfic in your head you daydreaming idiot (IN PROGRESS)

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[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Words have no meaning now. We've reached the point where we should be holding each other, without saying anything.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, March 1, 1950 [#225]

[yoshi17here]

.𖥔 ˖ִ ࣪15 boyfriend habits of Ni-ki˖ִ ࣪⚝₊˖ִ ࣪

つ◕_◕つ Yoshi: hey guys I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately, but I am going to be making a promise, that I'll post every day of December, so be ready!!!

words:225

Goofy ahh boyfriend, Idk why but I think he'd be lowkey brain rot

he would always make fun of you every time he gets

mocks you about your height 24/7

he never fails to make you laugh

hides stuff in the upper shelves so you would need his help

pranks you all the time

once he pranked you so badly that you started crying from how badly he scared you

don't worry though he carried you to the sofa and gave you cuddles and begged you for forgiveness

complains about you stealing his stuff but secretly loves it

he thinks you look so small and cuddable (Grammarly says it's not a word but from now on it is)

sometimes he wants to bite you from cuteness aggression

he likes to pick you up spin you around and throw you on his bed

every time he hugs you he mocks you and says "Where did y/n go?" cuz you look so small around him🤏

he gets you gifts every time he sees something that reminds him of you

even though Ni-ki may not say that he loves you so much, he loves you with all his heart you're his whole world and don't need anything else.

YOSHI's Shelf

[slasherslittlesimp]

Cursed (Avengers X Reader)

Part Three

The entirety of the available team members gather in one of the meeting rooms in order to read through the files they found. Quite a few people are missing- Thor, Loki, T'Challa, Scott and Peter. The first four aren't often at the compound as they have their own homes and things to deal with while Peter is out on patrol. They'll be filled in on everything the next time they're seen.

Everyone is given a tablet that already has the file opened and ready on it. "Alright, let's get started. As of the moment, we have a potential hostile waiting in the interrogation room that we found while raiding a Hydra base for information. The files you have on your tablets are what we were able to find on her." Steve informs everyone as he stands at the head of the table. Having been one of the first people to see you, he chose to take over the meeting.

The team falls silent as they each read through the extremely long file on their mystery person.

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Subject: 73

Name: (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)

Age: 4

02-07-XXXX: Day One: Transport arrived roughly 0400 hours. Subject appears confused and scared. Subject is taken to her room for rest before testing.

02-08-XXXX: Day Two: Subject is taken to the lab where the Doctor will be administering the test serum. Subject is strapped to the exam table and given serum 1. Immediate reaction is intense pain and spiked temperature. Move back to room for observation.

02-17-XXXX: Day Eleven: Subject has shown no changes from serums 1 through 14. Administering serum 15 at approximately 0900 hours. Immediate reaction is spiked temperature and hallucinations.

04-12-XXXX: Day Sixty Five: Subject has begun showing signs of depression. No longer speaks and has only been eating one meal a day. Subject has shown no other changes.

09-19-XXXX: Day 225: Subject has been given serum 118. No immediate reaction.

09-20-XXXX: Day 226: Subject has begun showing changes. Strange markings have appeared on her cheeks and tongue. Further analysis required.

09-23-XXXX: Day 229: Further analysis shows that the markings are not the only change. Subject has gained powers that we will now refer to as 'Cursed Speech'. The subject can command targets to do things. Further testing required.

10-07-XXXX: Day 243: Upon further testing, the subjects power has some limits. The stronger the command or target, the more damage the subject does to their throat. The subject will begin bleeding if pushed too far.

10-17-XXXX: Day 253: Subject has grown too attached to caretaker. Caretaker will be disposed of.

10-25-XXXX: Day 261: Target has succeeded in interrogation training.

10-29-XXXX: Day 265: Target has succeeded in torture training.

10-30-XXXX: Day 266: Target has been given a hysterectomy.

11-04-XXXX: Day 271: Target attacked a guard. Protocols will be put into effect immediately.

11-05-XXXX: Day 272: Target was given a high-tech electric muzzle. Target began panicking and tried to claw it off. Target was shocked with the muzzle as a deterrent. Subject passed out from the pain.

11-06-XXXX: Day 273: Target was given a straight jacket to keep them from harming themselves further. Straight jacket is only to be removed before feeding or work.

12-25-XXXX: Day 322: Subject succeeded in first kill without use of abilities.

05-24-XXXX: Day 473: Subject has grown restless and hostile. Will be wiped if they fail to show improvement.

06-02-XXXX: Day 482: Subject will be wiped. Hostility has grown to be too difficult to handle. At 1300 hours the subject will be strapped to the chair and have their memory cleansed.

06-03-XXXX: Day 483: Second memory wipe. First failed.

06-15-XXXX: Day 495: Subject will be wiped a third time and given trigger words.

06-17-XXXX: Day 497: Trigger words successful. Subject is ready to comply.

11-14-XXXX: Day 645: Subject was given their new name- The Cursed.

07-26-XXXX: Day 898: Subject was given first mission outside of base. Subject was sent to kill their parents.

07-27-XXXX: Day 899: Subject returned to base. Mission success.

09-07-XXXX: Day 941: Subject will go into cryo until needed.

03-12-XXXX: Day 1127: Subject awoken from cryo. Mission success. Placed back in cryo.

08-29-XXXX: Day 1397: Subject awoken from cryo. Mission failed. Subject wiped. Subject no longer allowed outside of base.

07-4-XXXX: Day 1706: Subject killed guards after being released from straight jacket for feeding. Subject will be wiped.

06-17-XXXX: Day 2419: Subject shows improvement in ability use. Can now use on more than one target at once.

01-27-XXXX: Day 3739: Subject has improved in combat training.

05-03-XXXX: Day 6027: Subject has perfected all weapons training.

02-07-XXXX: Day 7768: Subject has shown signs of regaining memories. Subject will be wiped.

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The group sits in silence once they're done reading. Most dates held very little information but some went into much further detail. Thinking of some of those things happening to someone so young for so long is sickening. Bucky appears the most shaken out of the group, knowing exactly what you went through. If they hadn't of found you, you'd probably go through it for as long as he did. It was obvious they planned to keep you as long as possible since they put you into cryo.

"What now?" Clint questions, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

"Now we question her." Steve sighs, running his hand over his face. "We'll have to figure out how, though. From what the file says, it's dangerous to let her speak."

"What about sign language?" Clint shrugs as he gives his suggestion.

Steve nods slightly. "There's no mention of her knowing it in her files but there's still a chance she does. If not, we'll probably have to resort to letting her write."

"What about the jacket?" Wanda frowns, remembering the uncomfortable looking leather that was wrapped securely around you.

"We'll have to remove it. I doubt we'll have to worry too much. She likely won't try to fight us without having access to her ability." Tony stands from his seat as he makes his way towards the door.

A few of the others follow after him- Clint since he knows sign language the best due to being partially deaf, Natasha and Steve because they were the ones that found you, and Bucky because he understands what you went through. Tony will be leading the interrogation while the others watch. Clint will only come in if it's confirmed you know sign language and the others will simply watch unless you become hostile. Hopefully they can get some answers.

Taglist: @desiree-lee @seventeen-x @svtbpbts @keshet2k @that-b-word-lol

[maesterchill]

tea is served

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Slander' (225 words)

‘And then there was that time during potty training when he waddled off to the hydrangea bushes and dropped his tiny trousers. Sadly unaware of the very inquisitive peacock lurking behind him. He ran screeching through the manor and complained of a “sore botty” for weeks.’

“Oh my god,” Harry laughed.

‘Don’t forget the massive crush he had on the Minister for Magic.’

“Fudge?!”

‘Oh yes. Obsessed. He kept so many election flyers and clippings under his pillow that there was a permanent imprint of Cornelius’ face on the satin.’

“Amazing.”

‘That was, of course, until he started at Hogwarts. The house-elves were under strict instructions not to disturb the Witch Weekly shrine. Or his Boy-Who-Lived figurine collection.’

“I'm sorry, his what?”

‘You heard me. Breakfast cereal toys. All. Seven. Limited. Editions.’

"No way. I can't—"

‘Septimus, tell him about when Draco spent an entire weekend begging Mummy dearest to help him sew some costumes to impress a boy at school—’

The parlour door burst open. It was Draco—clearly finished in the little boys' room, though he looked far more panicked than freshened up.

“Lies! Scurrilous lies! Harry, you must know these buffoons are just portraits and don’t have real memories.”

Harry lifted his teacup, and then a single eyebrow. “Mm hmm.” He took a sip. “Just please tell me you kept the Fudge pillowcase.”