ren (
necessarian) wrote in
twodongs2017-05-28 10:56 pm
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round three (29 may - 4 june)
TOP LEVEL COMMENTS ONLY
| DAY | PROMPT | PUNISHMENT |
|---|---|---|
| Monday (May 29) | write a sentence 100 words long | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Tuesday (May 30) | work on an event/exchange fic | write 300w of kurotsukki |
| Wednesday (May 31) | aro: not allowed to describe eyes (gaze, glance, stare, etc.) or smiles isy: not allowed to describe hands | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Thursday (June 1) | write femslash | write badfic (with epithets) |
| Friday (June 2) | retroactive title drop | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Saturday (June 3) | work on a year-old wip | namedrop someone we hate in public |
| Sunday (June 4) | create a new/atypical simile/metaphor | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
* feel free to edit/add new comments if more is written on the day; comments are meant to encapsulate everything that is written, not just the part that fulfills the prompt
** clarification - "not allowed to dm" is a punishment for the day after, not a preexisting condition

look femslash, no hands (today and yesterday)
“Are you trying to be this annoying, or does it come naturally?” Pansy shoots back. “I thought you said you wouldn’t interrupt.”
“I lied,” Padma says. “Seems like it might be a skill that comes in hand, in this trade.”
“Oh, you are infuriating.” Pansy gets to her feet, begins pacing around the small, oval-shaped rug in the centre of the room. “Listen closely this time—the listings are a formality. You might think they’re outdated, but they’re how we do our business. Sometimes deals are made without them, such as everything surrounding the Avery Geode, but that is an exception to the rule. We play this by the book—especially for a rookie like you—and that’s how we get things done. No trouble, no repercussions.”
When Pansy looks back to the couch, Padma doesn’t seem flustered at all. Pansy had hoped for at least a minor reaction—a flinch, a rebuttal—but, no, Padma is calm as can be, all high and mighty on her throne, even though Pansy is looking down at her.
“Well?”
“Well, it all sounds very tame,” Padma says. “All my friends from other houses would have a go at me for being such a stick in the mud, so blue all the time. So I think I can manage this.”
Pansy levels her with an unimpressed glare. “Don’t be cocky. You can and will screw it up. Like you did last time.”
“Maybe that’s just because I was up against you,” Padma says sweetly.
That is absolutely the final straw. “If you think flattery will get you anywhere, IKB, you’re—”
“Tea, ladies?” It’s Zacharias, poking his head in from the other room. “I know you like the electric kettle, Pansy.”
“What I like is none of your business!” Pansy near-shrieks. Deep breaths. Calming down, she adds, “Black. Strong. No milk or sugar.”
“I’ll have green,” Padma says. “Remind me again why we have to use his house?”
Pansy shrugs. “Neutral ground. Free food.”
“I’m very much still here,” Zacharias says. “Are you going to come watch me put on the kettle or not?”
“We will continue this lesson,” Pansy says, “later.”
The look Padma gives her is the opposite of what Pansy wants. It’s all superior and I told you so and Panssy wants to kiss that stupid smirk off her—no, not thinking about that. This is strictly mentorship and Zacharias’ extensive tea cupboard. Nothing else.