The Stone Dance of the Chameleon

thinking of Carnelian overlooking the sea that stormy night, not knowing that nothing would ever be the same again

From Tulane’s 1933 yearbook.

The most intriguing vintage masks I’ve encountered are here.

Inspiration did strike again, so here are some more one-sentence fics.

Last time, these fics were quite Ykoriana-heavy; for this part, the highlights are a few more Fern-centric pieces and two separate eye colour-themed ones!

(Once again, cut for potential spoilers.)

I have never been one to write fanfiction for any of the fandoms I happened to be into over the years (I left that to more talented people). But I got this idea after reading one-sentence fics (based on one-word prompts) for another fandom, and writing those actually proved to be a fun experience.

So here are ten one-sentence fics. (Fairly Ykoriana-heavy, because she’s a fascinating character and one of my favourites.) I might write more in the near future, who knows.

(Cut for potential spoilers for the series.)

As a pomegranate, cut in twain, White-seeded is her his crimson mouth.

- Oscar Wilde — La Bella Donna della Mia Mente.

Nightly she sings on yonpomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

- William Shakespeare