"We're going to win the costume contest, Griddle."

"Hold on, my spooky liege. I haven't agreed to do this. I know you basically dress like the ghost haunting a Spirit Halloween year round, but it's only a week out. What the hell do you even plan to be?" Harrow turned away, opening her closet door and picking out a garment bag on a hanger. She folded it over one arm and passed it to Gideon.

Days late and pushing the limits of "micro", but the rules r made up and the points don't matter, sooooo

#NtNspoilers content warning: nebulously sentient chussy

https://twitter.com/TLTMicroFics/status/1578399537772855302

"It can taste you," Gideon says, the words breathy and catching. She tries not to inhale too deeply, and risk enveloping more of Harrow's hand before she's ready.

I need more cam/pyrrha/pal where cam and pal are switching off during sex... maybe funneling dirty talk through pyrrha? (she pretends to find it annoying but loves to see their reactions when she recites their words to each other in her most sexy lecherous voice) it DOES start to make her a little sad, because she feels like a conduit, not an object of desire on her own, but ooopsss she's already caught feelings about these reckless NERDS (later #NtNspoilers she fucks paul and she almost misses the conduit thing, the game of it, but

I need to find an excuse to write more semi-public sex. Gideon on her knees in a grimy bathroom stall, harrow slipping her hand past gideon's waistband while Gideon drives (not safe!!), jody trying to keep quiet in the back of a half-empty college classroom as coronabeth does her level best to distract both of them from the lecture. When will my write juice return from war!!