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wintersday) wrote2022-10-21 11:11 pm
wintersday) wrote2022-10-21 11:11 pm
Entry tags:
- character: friendsim: boldir,
- character: friendsim: folykl,
- character: friendsim: kuprum,
- character: friendsim: lynera,
- character: friendsim: marsti,
- character: friendsim: pc,
- character: friendsim: polypa,
- character: friendsim: tyzias,
- fandom: homestuck: friendsim,
- fanfic,
- fanfic: length: under 1k,
- fanfic: rating: teen,
- fanfic: type: f/f,
- fanfic: type: f/m,
- format: drabble sequence,
- pairing: friendsim: folykl/kuprum,
- pairing: friendsim: folykl/marsti,
- pairing: friendsim: polypa/tegiri,
- pairing: friendsim: tyzias/tagora,
- trope: 5+1,
- trope: character study,
- trope: moiraillegiance,
- trope: slice of life
Fic: Nothing Wasted
Title: Nothing Wasted
Fandom: Friendsim
Major Characters/Pairings:Tyzias/Tagora, Polypa♦️Tegiri, Folykl♦️Kuprum, Folykl/Marsti
Wordcount: Six 100 word drabbles
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Five different types of efficiency, and one moment to indulge its opposite.
The state of Tyzias’s office drives the other legislacerators-in-training mad. It’s a calculated thing: a distraction for Tirona when she’s bored or anxious, a minor solicitation – pale, or maybe caliginous – to Tagora, who gathers up dirty mugs with fastidious ire. He charges for it. Tyzias doesn’t plan to ever pay. She likes the piles of documents as they are: tenuously-stacked, everything exactly in its place.
The important notes, she keeps in her hive, the essential ones in her thinkpan. Eventually, the price for those will come due too. She hopes, selfishly, that it won’t be for a long time yet.
The grub is sickly. Small. Lynera isn’t sure whether she wants it to live or just wants Bronya to know she saved it, but she tucks the squirming thing inside her sweater-vest, where it curls against her skin.
“Forgot my books,” she squeaks, and runs. She’ll get a mark for that, but fine! She knows paths nobody takes. They go the long way around. She’ll be so late to schoolfeeding. But in the Cavern behind her, she hears the tread of drones.
Lynera breathes, and the tiny grub breathes with her. She isn’t late. She made it right on time.
Tegiri bows before he draws his blade.
He says he practices his katas in front of a mirror, and it shows, in that first gleaming arc and the practiced dance that follows. She can’t make herself tell him how quickly it would fall apart in a real fight.
If he lived, though – if he learned what it meant to kill, and chose survival over death despite that… she can tell he could be good at it.
He bows after, too, shyly proud. She wants to lift the blade from his hands, but she’s afraid she’d cut him if she tried.
Zero to permabanned in ten minutes is a new personal best. She grabs a handful of chips to celebrate, and elbows Kuprum.
“These asswipes are starting to suspect,” she says, “that we’re not aspiring stinger-songwriters.”
“Lolol, what tipped them off?”
“Codakk didn’t actually want to hear what I’d do to a devoted highblood admirer in private.”
“Moirail’s too much for him,” Kuprum says smugly, nipping her ear. “Not for me.”
She grins, hunching over the keyboard again. Online or meatspace, it never takes them long to kick her out. But who gives a shit? She always finds a way back in.
From a certain point of view, everything takes exactly as long as it needs to.
Boldir tells this like a secret to her alien friend, as they watch blossoms settle on the surface of the pond. It’s not a secret, but she doesn’t think they get it yet. Outside this walled garden, they’re still impelled.
This is the timeline where she should have died and didn’t, which means events converge more slowly. She can’t sever the puppet strings entangling her friend’s thinkpan. But she’ll be here – with claws on the levers of the universe – for as long as it takes.
Cleaning isn’t what she likes. It’s what she does – but now it’s done, or close enough. She rolls her shoulders back and swings the scrub pole over one of them, reveling in the deep-muscle ache of exhaustion. Folykl’s waiting at her hive. She’s got a porch to sit on, a book to read. Poetry. Sappy stuff. She hadn’t thought she cared about things like that.
The evening air smells like seasons changing, dim to dark. There’s time before the chill settles in, but maybe not much of it. That matters, now.
She thinks she might take another night to rest.
Fandom: Friendsim
Major Characters/Pairings:Tyzias/Tagora, Polypa♦️Tegiri, Folykl♦️Kuprum, Folykl/Marsti
Wordcount: Six 100 word drabbles
Rating: Teen
POV: Third person
Summary: Five different types of efficiency, and one moment to indulge its opposite.
1. Tyzias/Tagora
The state of Tyzias’s office drives the other legislacerators-in-training mad. It’s a calculated thing: a distraction for Tirona when she’s bored or anxious, a minor solicitation – pale, or maybe caliginous – to Tagora, who gathers up dirty mugs with fastidious ire. He charges for it. Tyzias doesn’t plan to ever pay. She likes the piles of documents as they are: tenuously-stacked, everything exactly in its place.
The important notes, she keeps in her hive, the essential ones in her thinkpan. Eventually, the price for those will come due too. She hopes, selfishly, that it won’t be for a long time yet.
2. Lynera/Bronya (unrequited)
The grub is sickly. Small. Lynera isn’t sure whether she wants it to live or just wants Bronya to know she saved it, but she tucks the squirming thing inside her sweater-vest, where it curls against her skin.
“Forgot my books,” she squeaks, and runs. She’ll get a mark for that, but fine! She knows paths nobody takes. They go the long way around. She’ll be so late to schoolfeeding. But in the Cavern behind her, she hears the tread of drones.
Lynera breathes, and the tiny grub breathes with her. She isn’t late. She made it right on time.
3. Polypa<>Tegiri
Tegiri bows before he draws his blade.
He says he practices his katas in front of a mirror, and it shows, in that first gleaming arc and the practiced dance that follows. She can’t make herself tell him how quickly it would fall apart in a real fight.
If he lived, though – if he learned what it meant to kill, and chose survival over death despite that… she can tell he could be good at it.
He bows after, too, shyly proud. She wants to lift the blade from his hands, but she’s afraid she’d cut him if she tried.
4. Folykl<>Kuprum
Zero to permabanned in ten minutes is a new personal best. She grabs a handful of chips to celebrate, and elbows Kuprum.
“These asswipes are starting to suspect,” she says, “that we’re not aspiring stinger-songwriters.”
“Lolol, what tipped them off?”
“Codakk didn’t actually want to hear what I’d do to a devoted highblood admirer in private.”
“Moirail’s too much for him,” Kuprum says smugly, nipping her ear. “Not for me.”
She grins, hunching over the keyboard again. Online or meatspace, it never takes them long to kick her out. But who gives a shit? She always finds a way back in.
5. Boldir & PC
From a certain point of view, everything takes exactly as long as it needs to.
Boldir tells this like a secret to her alien friend, as they watch blossoms settle on the surface of the pond. It’s not a secret, but she doesn’t think they get it yet. Outside this walled garden, they’re still impelled.
This is the timeline where she should have died and didn’t, which means events converge more slowly. She can’t sever the puppet strings entangling her friend’s thinkpan. But she’ll be here – with claws on the levers of the universe – for as long as it takes.
+1. Marsti/Folykl
Cleaning isn’t what she likes. It’s what she does – but now it’s done, or close enough. She rolls her shoulders back and swings the scrub pole over one of them, reveling in the deep-muscle ache of exhaustion. Folykl’s waiting at her hive. She’s got a porch to sit on, a book to read. Poetry. Sappy stuff. She hadn’t thought she cared about things like that.
The evening air smells like seasons changing, dim to dark. There’s time before the chill settles in, but maybe not much of it. That matters, now.
She thinks she might take another night to rest.