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Anonymous prompt: Braggart trying to get Blythe to use ma...
4 years ago
[[posting this here because I hate the way FA makes you upload a writing doc to post stories, and it feels easier to just post a title and text in journal form; will be doing the same with my other writing prompts. I'm open to feedback, though, so if posting my writing as journals is unappealing to y'all then let me know. I honestly don't care about faves when it comes to my writing stuff, I'm a man who thrives on comments.
BTW, I'm still taking prompts for future writing shorts this month, so if you want to see a character of mine in a certain (sfw) scenario, leave a comment and I may devote 100+ words to it.]]
“No, Braggart,” Blythe says for the twentieth time. Ze quickly wipes hir hands off on hir apron and pointedly spins to check the temperature on the oven. A few more minutes, probably, then the bread can go in. Ze snatches up the olive oil from hir cabinet and turns hir attention back to the dough.
The book flutters loudly beside hir. Upon Braggart’s leathery pages, a response begins to scrawl itself out in looping calligraphy: “I don’t see what the problem is. This spell will not only improve the flavor of your baked goods, but will surely win you favor with the other block party residents.”
“Yeah, by hypnotizing them, Braggart!”
Ze carelessly drizzles the oil over the dough, spreading it out with her fingertips afterwards. “Do you think I don’t bother reading up on all the spells you offer me? I’m not putting a mind-control charm on my focaccia!”
BTW, I'm still taking prompts for future writing shorts this month, so if you want to see a character of mine in a certain (sfw) scenario, leave a comment and I may devote 100+ words to it.]]
“No, Braggart,” Blythe says for the twentieth time. Ze quickly wipes hir hands off on hir apron and pointedly spins to check the temperature on the oven. A few more minutes, probably, then the bread can go in. Ze snatches up the olive oil from hir cabinet and turns hir attention back to the dough.
The book flutters loudly beside hir. Upon Braggart’s leathery pages, a response begins to scrawl itself out in looping calligraphy: “I don’t see what the problem is. This spell will not only improve the flavor of your baked goods, but will surely win you favor with the other block party residents.”
“Yeah, by hypnotizing them, Braggart!”
Ze carelessly drizzles the oil over the dough, spreading it out with her fingertips afterwards. “Do you think I don’t bother reading up on all the spells you offer me? I’m not putting a mind-control charm on my focaccia!”
