#Micro is hard

[pedulum-chronometry]

Erysipelothrix can kiss my ass!!

[sofieemaee]

ermmmmm is this beach appropriate

[faiell]

favour

for @drarrymicrofic, G, 900 words

Malfoy isn’t expecting anyone. He's hunched over his work with elbows like two knife points stabbed into the desk, one hand threading through his soft downy hair and the other fidgeting on his face, knuckle running back and forth against his bottom lip. The yellow light from his lamp flickers temperamentally, barely able to offer anything other than a glow on Malfoy's cheek. Malfoy squints at the cascade of parchment before him, then pushes his fingers against his eyes. He inhales, slow. Blinks his eyes back open, exhales.

Harry's been standing there a while. "Sorry to interrupt," he says.

Malfoy's mouth parts in surprise. It takes a moment before he registers that Harry is a very real thing, and not some conjured spectre. Then every part of him straightens into place. The papers flutter as he sweeps them back into their folders, snapping the covers shut—away from Harry's prying eyes, presumably.

"What are you doing here?" There's none of the usual bite to it, not when the small hours have got Malfoy whittled down like this. He looks feather-light, blurred to softness in the midnight blues and greys.

Harry approaches the desk and sets down his peace offering. It's Muggle coffee in a nondescript paper cup--Malfoy's favourite order from his favourite café, though he doesn't know it yet.

"My shift just started," he offers, which explains nothing at all. He sees Malfoy beginning to think through it, mouth and brow curving towards each other. "Picked this up for you on the way."

Malfoy’s expression of bafflement is delightfully wide-eyed. All of his usual mechanisms don't seem to be working. Harry keeps expecting a switch to flip, for Malfoy to shore up and retreat into icy waters, but it doesn't come. Instead his pale hands reach for the cup and cradle it, fingers skittering against the paper texture, thumbnail underlining the scrawl of 'Harry' on the side. The steam tickles his chin. With the coffee clutched close to him, Malfoy speaks, voice flaky and uncertain, "I can't accept this."

"Don't be daft," Harry insists. "It's two in the morning, take it."

Malfoy's frown grows deeper as he contemplates this additional fact. "There's nothing open this late."

It's true. Harry's kept that coffee under a stasis charm for twelve hours now. "I got it for Ron, but he's not in today," he amends, and gestures with the cup in his other hand, "Got myself one too."

Malfoy wants the coffee, craves it badly. Harry can see it in the way that he holds the warmth of it towards himself, shoulders drooping as he savours the rich chocolatey aroma. He's about to give into it, has brought the coffee all the way up to his mouth when he stops, eyes trained on Harry, glinting like burnished steel. "You must want something from me."

Harry shrugs, nonchalance teetering on his shoulder. He takes a sip of his own, lets it sit bittersweet on his tongue before swallowing it down. Malfoy's gaze slides from his mouth and catches on his throat, before it scuttles back to his own hands again.

"No, I don’t. You don't have to overthink it, Malfoy. It's just a favour."

The word holds more tension than it should. Harry knows Malfoy hates owing him, and that's why he's gone to all this trouble, cajoled him so carefully. He’s been at it for weeks now, first out of kindness, then out of spite, and now because…—well, because he’s tenacious, probably. The room slips into silence as Malfoy considers, until both of them become invisible and there’s just the coffee on the desk, lit up by weak lamplight. 

Harry’s so hopeful he forgets to breathe. His pulse climbs from his chest up to his head until it’s deafening. He’s sure he’s about to burst when, abruptly, Malfoy gives in with a little jerk of his shoulders, the scarcest of shrugs. He drinks. His lips wrap around the plastic and he tilts it back, slow and delicate, taking the shallowest sip.

Malfoy's eyes widen just a fraction when he recognizes the flavour of it. His tongue works inside his mouth as he rolls the taste around, once, twice, and again, just to be sure. A small, pleased sound comes out then, and before Harry can even register what that means, Malfoy brings the cup to his mouth again and takes three big gulps.

He sighs, eyes closed, contentment chasing away the shadows dragging at his face, and suddenly he’s years younger. There's cream on his upper lip. Harry is transfixed. The flickering lamp grows a bit brighter, buoyed by Malfoy's magic and finally illuminating the workstation properly, bathing his washed-out figure in warm hues.

"Well thanks," Malfoy says, smirking, because that's what he does instead of smiling. A pointed tongue darts out to catch some cream, missing most of it. "You should probably go, Potter. You don't even work on this floor."

[fkapple]

Emily and Shane on things that scare them?

[tytonidyke]

My 3 gallon shrimp cube + small terrariums

[heatherfield]

@giftober 2024 | Day 4: slow motion

Matilda? What are you waiting for?! Start the incantation!!

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story, Episode 10 “The Haunting of the Hollow” [x]

[spikesnvalves]

I feel like the bigger the bot, the fatter the valve y'know?

Big fat pussies for big fat bots/cons that others can genuinely smother their face in.

I need Optimus to be so obsessed over Bulkhead because of this. Or anyone on the team really, Big Bulky Boy needs some good head and a few overstimulation sessions if ya ask me.

I want bumblebee to completely disappear under bulkhead, for him to ask "are you okay?" And bumblebee can only give a delirious thumbs up as lubricant smears completely across his face, drinking that shit up.

Suck that clit like a spike and don't stop till Bulkheads basically seize when you breath on it.

[juniperpyre]

drabble for @taylorswiftmicrofic january day seven prompt: alpha

100 words, james/lily, rated T for innuendo, @jilymicrofics

Lily slid onto the Heads desk, knocked James’ knee, pointed to his parchment. 

“What’s that?”

“Alpha,” he grinned. Lily glowered. “Making a spell. It’s easier in Greek.” 

“You know Greek?”

“Greek, Latin, old Arabic, Sanskrit.” 

Immodest. Attractive. 

“I hate you.”

James smirked, eyes bright, tilting her head up to kiss. Lily sighed as his lips warmed hers, his arm circled her waist. 

“If that’s hate, what’s love?” he teased, glasses askew.  

“I showed you this morning.”

Lily kissed James’ blush with the mouth that’d shown him love. 

She’d say it soon. First. 

“Explain the spell?”

James glowed with delight. 

Later.

[musicfromtheceiling]

It's #MicroComicSummer ! Featuring my OC Toni and bird friend. 🐦 For this year I implemented the lessons from last year and i think it worked well… until i started the colours without a plan XD so again, lots learned this year too!

[thrashing-godgal]

I’m just saying, girls taste better when they beg for their life! There’s a reason I eat them in packs and keep the cutest one for last, you know?

They progressively start begging more and more as they see their peers getting eaten, and playing with that last little one as I make her progressively more desperate to live only makes her that much tastier <3

Plus, if they’re convincing enough and manage to pique my interest I get myself a new slave!

[verefex]

Just a nibble

[spittyfishy]

They made her the perfect blend of creepy and beautifully animated

[voraciousvore]

It tickles me that they want to give me a promotion to a leadership role at work. Little do they know that I'm actually a pathetic useless subby little bitch that fantasizes about being an inch tall and getting smothered by a giant dick

[pastelchad]

Sekaiichi hatsukoi is so much fun bc the tyrannical boss who takes their job way too seriously and the new employee who doesn’t know a damn thing is such a relatable concept and you can plop the entire cast into whatever au you want and it would still work just as well

[o-wyrmlight]

Hey.

Kim teaching Harry how to skateboard and Harry teaching Kim how to roller skate.

Harry thinks he fucking sucks at first because Kim gets the hang of roller skating pretty quickly. As it turns out, skateboarding is a lot harder than roller skating.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. Um. Kim still prefers skateboarding because of the technical aspect and risk factor but he’s surprised he enjoys how chill roller skating is.

Harry enjoys skateboarding because a) time with Kim as a teacher and b) oh wow a challenge? Your physical instrument loves challenges. You will conquer this with the force of your—what do you mean this is more the centipede’s thing? Holy shit no wonder Kim’s so cool

[thoughtfulchaos773]

I was inspired by a post here by @bmegrl9124, and specifically the reblog, which is an interesting take.. based on SimplyPsychology.org, Carmy shows a fearful attachment style and signs that he is in love with Sydney, not claire.

Examples:

In TBA Season 4, when Carmy finally uses his words with Sydney, he keeps up with her mentally. He stops being so hot and cold, like when he tells her he wants to work on a menu, then takes 10 steps back (Carmy promising to work with her then self sabotaging each time- THAT'S avoidant)

Carmy is a fearful avoidant who is working on becoming more secure with Sydney.