What we lost isn't found by lifting rocks.
I finally got around to responding to some drabble prompts on Tumblr, based on a list by peekbelowthesurface. I know drabbles are typically like 100 words, but mine all ended up being mini 'fics, which is just as well, as now I can repost them urrywhere. I feel productive! Now, I must clean, though!
- "Little Black-and-Blue Dress," Anakin/Obi-Wan, #12, "insanity," requested by thishereanakinguy: Everyone on the Holonet goes a little nuts when a picture of a dress goes viral, and Anakin is no different. 565 words.
- "I Am No Longer the Expeditor of Your Dream," Skullmaster/Virgil, #85, "spiral," requested by shadowwolf75: No more Mighty Max, but at what cost? An AU of the "Pandora's Box" two-parter. 671 words.
- "Use Your Insecurity as a Plea for Innocence," Anakin/Padme, #32, "night," requested by skygawker: Dorme is taken into service by the Empire after the Republic falls. 719 words.
- "Thin Mints, Shortbread, and Caramel de Lites, Oh My!" Zeb/Ezra, #20, "cookies," requested by thishereanakinguy: Zeb and Ezra (attempt to) make cookies for Hera for Mother's Day. 653 words.