#31 day writing challenge

[pansextastic]

Ummmm. ... Thank you whoever you are!

Someone binged read two of my series.

Also, I want to thank the nice person who read "Our yesterday's!" Thank you, and happy holidays!!!

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[thestarlightsymphony]

1. Daybreak

The sun doesn't quite rise the same in space. Every day, if you can call it that, starts as brightly lit as your ship lights allow, and ends whenever you're too tired to keep caling it daytime. It's not like you can't see the sun in the vastness, it just seems smaller, when you're planet-hopping. Its size begins to depend on context; the closer you are to ground, the more in focus size becomes

They touched down too late, Spike could tell. Off by a couple hours, at least. Though time wasn't set by the sun, it still passed the same.

He made his way through dimmed halls, a false twilight to give them some sense of time's rhythm. Jet wasn't up yet. Faye's closet door was closed, but no snores. He found Ein curled up in the Bebop's control room.

A glimmer along the darkened walls drew him to the glass. Tendrils of light, flickering and overlapping, reflected from a different vastness than they traveled daily.

Water, for miles upon miles.

Her ship was gone, the kid equally absent.

The sun was just beginning its journey, gradually fading the blue and blackened sky in favor of pinks and orange pastels. Spike pretended to wander, pretended his early morning on deck had nothing to do with an equally wandering mind.

He faced daybreak alone. His bared his skin, sharp morning air pressing as close to his heart as he could allow. When Jet finally stumbled awake, he feigned ignorance.

"The girls are gone."

#beboptober 2023 cosmic rhythms #spike spiegel #beboptober #cowbou bebop #hard luck woman #fanfic #31 day writing challenge #a lil study of the morning of Hard Luck Woman

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 243

WE DID IT LADS

look at all these aradias that didnt exist last month!! u love to see it

thank u everyone who participated!! even if you just did one day i had a fun time checking the tags and seeing all the excellent aradia arts

i tried my best to put all the posts i found in my Aradia August Tag on my homestuck blog so if you would like to browse the other fine artists from this month i recommend checking there B)

#day 243 #year 4 #aradia megido #homestuck #aradiaaugust #was this like fun for yall #i had a nice time #maybe next year ill put together a proper like. #prompt list with a lil idea for every day of the month & stuff #just as a lil optional bonus for folks who are like #“hm id like to draw an aradia but i dont know what to draw her doing!” #i can absolutely think of 31 different words or phrases related to aradia #maybe encourage people to do other kinds of art too like cosplay or writing or anything else really #it could be fun! but i also wonder if its maybe too niche of a challenge to attract too many people lol

[31-daysofhorror]

Welcome to 31 Days of Horror 2023!

Welcome everyone to the fourth annual 31 Days of Horror writing challenge!

It is wonderful to be back with you all with a brand new list and brand new aesthetic!

For all of those new here wondering what this is, 31 Days of Horror is a horror writing challenge that takes place in October of every year. For each day you take the corresponding word and write a short horror story to go along with it. You can then take your creations and post it with the tag #31DOH2023 so others can see it!

If you want, you can check out previous years creations under the hash tags #31DOH2022 and #31DOH2021

If you have anymore questions please check out the FAQ or send something in the ask box.

Happy writing!

[List ID: 1 Cleave 2 Blank 3 Interred 4 Urban 5 Den 6 Head 7 Crossroad 8 Count 9 Cycle 10 Hotel 11 Devour 12 Cubicle 13 Club 14 Pinch 15 Viral 16 Bleed 17 Penpal 18 Press 19 Scandal 20 Freeze 21 Fragment 22 Track 23 Ward 24 Reign 25 Vessel 26 Crawl 27 Tear 28 Lonely 29 Pray 30 Nail 31 Epilogue]

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[lunedottir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIBLING DYNAMICS WITH GWEN !! ♡⁠ (⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

pairing: platonic!Gwen Stacy x fem!black!reader / mom!Jessica Drew x adopted!Gwen Stacy x reader.

genre: fluff! headcanons! a liiiiiiittle bit of angst! just a little bit 🤏🏾

warnings: english is not my first language, daddy issues, pregnancy ig, mentions of normal sibling violence

a.n: hello!! :3 this is the first day of my challenge of writing something everyday for the entirety of July! so yeah! this popped out on my head when i was having a conversation with my brother so i wanted to write it down! anyways, love y'all, be safe! <3 xoxo

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPLEASE CONSIDER REBLOGGING!!

it started with Jess talking about Gwen all the time. you were jealous, yeah, but you wouldn't admit it. the girl was disinherited by her father over being spiderwoman, which was ridiculous. but you could relate, since your own father left your mother when he found out she was spiderwoman. but that's not the point. over the time, Gwen started visiting more, having more sleepovers, and all that stuff. until the day Jess came home asking how you would like a sister. obviously you already knew what she was talking about, so, yeah let's now go to the ✨ sibling dynamics ✨.

 ⁠↳  when Gwen gets more comfortable, oh boy, poor Jess

↳ you two are a menace to this woman

↳ you're always fighting about something

↳ mostly because Gwen took something of yours, like a shirt or a hoodie

↳ she says they're more comfortable than hers and would die on this hill

↳ likes to go to your room and just lay on the floor while you do your stuff

↳ or just walk around and read a book, or sit on the ceiling and creep at you

|ㅤ "can you stop? you're freaking me out."

|ㅤ "nah. btw why do you have so many entries about hobie in your diary?"

|ㅤ "mOOOM"

|ㅤ "nO NO NO STOP"

↳ and then you'd throw a stapler at her

↳ if you knew how to cook, would definitely teach Gwen so she could go to the cookout at the Morales'

↳ Jess doesn't approve Miles to date Gwen but oh well

↳ you would be the BEST wingwoman for Gwen, always going out with her as a disguise

↳ hobie, pav, margo and miles would defo have a sleepover at your house when Mom™ is out in mission

|ㅤ "mom can the boys and Margo sleepover?"

|ㅤ "while i'm away? nuh uh!"

|ㅤ "but mom-"

|ㅤ "did your sister agree with that"

|ㅤ "uhm…"

|ㅤ "Y/N DID YOU AGREE WITH THE SLEEPOVER"

|ㅤ "YEAH MOM IT'S FINE"

↳ and she would give Gwen the most criminal offensive side eye ever given, but everything would work out fine (lie).

↳ she learned how to braid hair so you wouldn't have to do it by yourself, cause she saw how tiring it was for you to do your own braids

↳ you take care of each other's hair like, in general

↳ would only go to salons when really needed

↳ defo do each others nails

↳ (projecting w this one but 🤭) you like acrylic nails and she likes them short

↳ you would do all the prep for your nails and she would do like cool designs or pick the colors

↳ TALKING ABOUT COLORS

↳ y'all don't match outfits, you match the color schemes!!!!

|ㅤ "i wanna do red"

|ㅤ "nah let's go with purple, G"

|ㅤ "but red-"

↳ and there goes another argument :D

↳ Gwen has nightmares almost every night

↳ so it's common for you to go to her room in the middle of the night just to calm her down

↳ she would cry on your shoulder every time, and apologize a thousand times about waking you up

|ㅤ "ay, don't worry, G. you're my sister, I'm here for you"

↳ and she would cry even harder

↳ overall you're very protective over each other

↳ but you did chase her with a knife once... meh, another day another slay !

↳ she loves you more than anything

↳ and so do you <3

↳ mama Jess is just grateful for the blessings.

tagging: @ppinkkkiwi @elusive-honeydew

#gwen stacy #platonic gwen stacy #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x reader #mama jess atsv #jessica drew x reader #atsv x reader #sibling dynamics #moon writes! #fluff headcanons #31 days with moon! #writing challenge

[nocturna-iv]

August Challenge 2023

Week 1

“Technically, it’s not illegal.”

Observe.

Flowers in my hair and demons in my head.

Bullets.

“Is it possible to love too much?”

Magic Curse.

“I don’t need luck; I have ammunition.”

Bonus:

Library.

“I don’t regret anything.”

Meaningful glances.

Week 2

Share.

If you’re excited to think about it, imagine doing it.

Tea.

“I would like you to stay.”

Paralyzing Poison.

“There can’t be someone so good.”

Appropriate.

Bonus:

Coffee Shop.

“Bestow upon me a smile.”

Pretend to be Allies.

Week 3

It’s difficult to be unpleasant by accident.

Bottles.

“I can’t concentrate without you here.”

Mind Control.

“No matter what I want.”

Bite.

The sunset is the dawn of those who work in the shadows.

Bonus:

Boulevard.

“You possess innate talent.”

Infiltrate in Disguise.

Week 4

Appetizer.

“Would you reconsider your answer if I wasn’t drunk?”

Body Swap.

“Don’t touch what is not yours.”

Devour.

In feelings, the most difficult thing is to coincide.

Honey.

Bonus:

Casino.

“I adore you.”

Devil’s Advocate.

Week 5

“My thoughts... wander as we dance like this.”

Kiss or Death.

The truth.

Bonus:

Office.

“Are you using my cologne?”

The calm before the storm.

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[warpolomewdarkmatter]

TEAM LIGHTYEAR... for day 8 of blosctober!!! redrew one of my fave screenshots with the gang. they make mira sit absolutely peculiarly sometimes <3

#wish i had more time to draw but also... @ ME AND EVERYONE!!! remember that this challenge is just for fun #and you shouldnt stress out if you cant keep up with any of the days. skip or dont draw/write a lot or simply post a quote or screenshot of #a moment you particularly like... or a headcanon or a meme! or reblog your own past art or art that someone else made!! #you dont have to make 31 pieces of original content ever. heaven knows october isnt an easy month. so relax + have fun (only rule!!!) :--)! #buzz lightyear of star command #buzz lightyear #mira nova #booster munchapper #xr #origpost #drawpost #blosctober

[revasserium]

*runs in* ISAWYOURAUPOSTNAJSJSJSJJS Omg hiii

I really like your blog! It's like yummy food for my tired brain, so I got really excited to see you're making aus!

Can I ask for roommate au with Jamil? I'm down bad for him;;;

for my 31 days of au challenge @bakedgrape

a story in reverse

jamil; 3,571 words; fluff and slightly suggestive themes though it's never actually nsfw; college roommates!au + implied fwb...; you can read the story top the bottom or bottom to top ;)

day 273.

on the last day of term, you say goodbye for the very first time — and it stings like an unsuspecting papercut found by a thoughtless dollop of hand sanitizer, sharp and bitter with the pang of betrayal.

“ah… i guess this is it, huh?” jamil’s voice is lighter than it usually is, and just as forced.

“you say that like we’re not coming back next year…” you say, though there’s a twist in your stomach that makes your throat seize at the thought, even if it is just a thought.

“s-sorry! i just meant —“ he clears his throat and tries again, “i meant that i’ll see you soon, hm?”

for a second, you don’t know what to say — you can feel a torrent of unsaid words pushing up against the back of your throat like an insistent tide, crashing against the shore of your tongue. but then, jamil is reaching out to tip your chin back, brushing his lips to yours.

“soon. i promise,” he whispers, his eyes softer than you’ve ever seen them, gray and bright as the breaking dawn.

“yeah — i’ll see you soon, jamil.”

you pull your lips into a smile and watch as he jogs towards the curb, kalim already waiting there for him with their family car (rich boys, ugh), a dark-suited man in shades dipping his head in your general direction before slipping into the driver’s seat. you wave as jamil and kalim both turn towards you, raising their hands.

“see you next year!” jamil calls even as you nod.

“yeah, see you!”

and then they’re pulling away from the curb, leaving you standing there amidst your three rather large, well-scuffed suitcases. you let out a long sigh, plopping down on the largest one, the shell painted red and gold, though the colors barely peak out now from beneath the countless travel stickers to places that you’ve never been to (but jamil had promised he’d take you to all of them, didn’t he?)

well. there’s always next year.

day 212.

“are you gonna dorm again next year?”

“hm? i’m not sure… kalim says that we should just get a place together, so that’s what i might do.”

“oh.”

you pause over your half-eaten tub of haagen-daz, licking your lips of the mint-chocolate flavor. jamil glances over, reaching out to dig his spoon into the melting icecream.

“don’t worry though, wherever you’re staying, i’m sure we’ll be able to find a place nearby,” jamil says, flashing you a smile and a wink even as you duck, your cheeks flooding with color.

“that’s not what i was thinking about!”

“no? hm… i could’ve sworn that’s what you were looking so upset over but… well, if i’m wrong…” you can hear the mock-seriousness in jamil’s voice as he shrugs and heaves a melodramatic sigh.

“you’re the worst…” but you can’t keep from grinning as he cocks a challenging eyebrow in your direction before pouncing on you, pinning you beneath him on the sofa, the springs squeaking beneath you as the nearly drop the nearly empty pint of icecream.

“j-jamil! the ac’s still out —“

“mm… but isn’t that why we got icecream?”

his lips chase fire over the plains of your skin and despite everything, you find yourself shivering.

“y-yeah but —“

but your words die on your lips as he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, tearing a gasp from your throat as your head tips back.

day 196.

he’s always running high after his dance competitions, and this time it’s not different. so when he comes home, his eyes limned in glitter and khol, you’re not surprised to feel yourself being hauled out of your chair and into his lap, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you purse your lips, card your fingers through his hair and hold his face steady with a teasing grin.

“i’m guessing that you guys won?”

“course we did,” he says, his breath still coming in short enough pants, his irises blown nearly black as he leans up to nip at your jawline, “we swept.”

“mm — i mean, you guys are pretty damn good.”

“how would you know? you never come to our competitions, even when i ask.”

you pull back with a dainty smack of your lips, pressing a finger to his frown.

“you guys could try to have competitions that aren’t either overseas or during exam weeks — then i might actually be able to go.”

jamil rolls his eyes, readjusting your in his lap even as he lets his head fall back against the sofa cushions.

“stupid exams…”

“just because some people are geniuses doesn’t mean we all are —“

your breath hitches as he narrows his eyes, a quicksilver glint flashing behind them as he hoists you up into a bridal carry and makes a beeline for the bedroom door.

“but since some other people finished their most stressful exam today… don’t you think they deserve to be… rewarded?”

a delicious shiver races down the length of your spine as you allow yourself to be plopped down on your too-narrow bed. jamil grins like the devil as he tugs off his sweat shirt and you can’t help the way your stomach clenches at the sight of him — so lithe and muscular, his skin smooth and perfectly sun-kissed. you’d never get tired of looking at his body, not in a million years, you think.

“i… i suppose one night off wouldn’t hurt…”

“mm, that’s what i like to hear.”

day 120.

“dance practice again tonight?”

“yeah. every monday, wednesday, and thursday —“

“— and sometimes fridays and sundays —“ you grin as you watch him shove a towel into his sports bag.

“here,” you say, holding out his water bottle, “i — uhm — you said you wanted to try liquid iv’s the other day so i put a packet in for you — i don’t know if you’d like the flavor but…”

jamil blinks as he pauses over his half-tied shoes.

“thanks.” he reaches out to take the bottle from you, giving it an experimental shake, “i — uh — i’m sure it’ll taste just fine. that was… really thoughtful of you.”

you hate the heat creeping up your cheeks as you turn back to your studies.

“it’s nothing. they had them at the farmer’s market i passed by this morning so…”

“uhm… will you be… up… when i get back?”

your head snaps up as you turn to look at him, eyes wide. fire courses through you, followed quickly by the sobering cool of uncertainty but still. you gulp and lick your suddenly very chapped lips.

“i — i don’t know… may… maybe?” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, casting your eyes back at your half-written notes, your mind already spinning over the calculations of how long it’d take for you to finish them properly.

memories from the past few weeks flood through your mind and you can’t help the twisting coil of tension thrumming at the base of your belly.

“well… i’ll text you later when i’m on my way back then,” jamil says, double-knotting his sneakers and flashing a grin your way. he gives you a two-fingered salute before he’s off and out the door, leaving you very nearly squirming in your seat at the mere thought of ‘later’.

day 101.

the third time it happens, neither of you can blame the alcohol. there was no party this time, no crush of ill-dressed bodies, no too-loud music and too-cheap beer. this time, there was just you and him and a shared bowl of under-salted popcorn, the lights off, a rerun of some movie both of you have watched at some indefinite point in time.

you don’t quite remember who made the first move — maybe it was you, when you’d coiled your legs under you, pressing your knee to the outside of his thigh and leaving it there. maybe it was him, when he’d rested his arm along the back of the sofa and let his fingers tangle absently in your hair.

maybe it was the moment of breath between one scene and the next, when the screen had gone miraculously dark and left nothing but the imprint of light behind both your eyes and before either of you could blink it away, your lips had found each other.

there’s nothing to blame this time but yourselves and each other, no questions to ask but the ones you’d already answered — right here, right now, because it feels good, because it feels right.

you fall asleep tangled in each other’s limbs, half beneath the silken covers of jamil’s brand new sheets.

and when you both wake up this time, it’s to the warmth of each other’s arms, the steady of one another’s breaths. jamil doesn’t pull away and you don’t try to think of something casual to say. instead, you both just look at each other and jamil grins.

“so… breakfast?”

you laugh, letting your head thump back onto his uber-plush pillows.

“yeah. that sounds fantastic.”

day 75.

the second time it happens, you blame the alcohol. you blame the crush of ill-dressed bodies, the too-loud music and the too-cheap beer. who’s idea was it to host a house party in your dorm room of all places anyway? and why is jamil’s entire dance crew suddenly here? hooting and hollering and grinning knowingly in your direction, a few of them even tossing you obvious winks.

as if they knew.

do they know?

you curl into yourself, press your body against the cool of the wall and toss back your drink, grimacing at the taste. whatever jamil had put in the punch bowl originally, there’s no question that it’s since been spiked with maybe a dozen different alcohols. and the mixture is fowl as it burns through your chest into your stomach.

the room spins, and eventually, you find yourself being pressed up against the back of your bedroom door, the party still booming along outside.

“f-fuck —” you fist your fingers in jamil’s long hair and tug; he lets out a hiss as his head jerks back, but even in your alcohol-induced haze, you can see the desire burning bright within him.

“sorry — did i —?”

“no — just f-feels good —” you bury your face in his shoulder, your body going soft and languid in his arms even as he slots a leg between your thighs to keep you still against the too-thin door. your hips ruck down against him and he lets out a thick groan at the way you shake against him.

“yeah? g-good… i like that —” he tugs you back with him and the pair of you topple onto your bed, all desperate fingers and dirty hands, sloppy lips, taking what you can, each from the other as if your bodies were endless things. and like this, with his hand pinning your wrists above your head, his gasping breaths bursting by your ear, you think they just might be.

the next morning, you wake up to an empty bed and cold pancakes on the kitchen counter.

day 47.

“why don’t you just talk to her about it?” kalim asks.

jamil frowns, running through his cooldown stretches, his eyes focused on his own form in the mirror even as kalim glances over at him.

“because — what’s there to talk about? i mean — it was just… one of those things.”

kalim shrugs, turning back to the mirror as well.

“if you say so but… it seems like you wanna talk to her about it.”

“it’s fine.”

“till it happens again.”

“it’s not gonna happen again.”

kalim slates him a look; jamil scowls even harder.

“if it does —” kalim’s voice is light as they both pack up their stuff and click off the lights to the dance studio.

“i said its not gonna happen again,” jamil snipes, readjusting his bag on his shoulder and digging out his phone. your message thread is pulled up and he’s halfway through the sentence — on my way back — before he catches himself and shoves his phone back into his pocket.

kalim grins, looking a bit too smug as jamil clears his throat and tries to play it off as if nothing’s happened.

“if it does… you should make her breakfast the morning after.”

“w-why the hell would i do that?”

kalim laughs, “because! then she’ll know that you might want to spend more time with her — time when you’re not —”

“okay! okay — ugh… but like… what do i even make her for breakfast anyway?”

kalim looks much, much too pleased with himself as he peers into jamil’s face.

“how about pancakes?”

day 31.

the first time it happens, it’s barely more than a month into your co-habitation. it’d been a not-quite-accident kind of accident. it’d been one of those rare nights when jamil doesn’t have dance practice and you’d finished all your work early.

“wanna play a game?”

jamil’s smile had been viper-sweet and just as dangerous.

“only if drinks are involved.”

you roll your eyes but agree.

“never have i ever.”

jamil shrugs, “sure. we drink if we’ve done the thing, right?”

you nod, pouring a row of malibu shots. jamil grimaces.

“why malibu?”

“cause — it’s sweet and it’s cheap and it’s the only thing we had in the cabinet.”

“fair. alright — you go first.” jamil pulls a glass towards him, his eyes fixed on you. he watches as you swirl your own shot glass with a contemplative look on your face, and he wonders if you know how terribly tantalizing you look.

so… he might’ve caught himself staring a few times right after you’d gotten out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel, your hair tracing water down the bare skin of your shoulders and back. and he might’ve lingered over your uncapped bottle of perfume, swallowing hard as he catches a whiff of the vaguely floral fragrance, the base warm and woody and dizzying.

“never have i ever… gone to three different countries in one month.” your smile, when he finally fixes his gaze on you again, is nothing short of wicked.

he narrows his eyes as he takes his shot, “that’s not fair — you know i have to travel for my dance crew’s international competitions.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, and i’ve never been to half the places you’ve been so…”

“i’ll take you with me one day,” he says, the words out of his mouth before he can stop himself. you cock your head as you stare at him, and then you raise your already refilled shot glass.

“i’ll hold you to it then.”

jamil refills his own glass and downs the shot.

“never have i ever… been walked in on after taking a shower.”

“hey! and who’s fault is that?”

jamil smirks, shrugging nonchalantly as you take your shot, quick and vindictive.

“fine — never have i ever walked in on someone after they’d just taken a shower.”

jamil takes his own shot in stride, swallowing down the burn with a wide, satisfied smile.

so it goes on like this, the never-have-i-evers getting more and more ludicrous till you’re both drunk and laughing and more than a little hot beneath the collar.

“never… have i ever… hm…” you muses, your head lolling back as you cast your eyes up at the ceiling, as if an interesting thing not to have done might be written there.

“what’s something… super cliché?” jamil wonders aloud, letting his gaze flicker up as well.

you pause for a moment before dissolving into a pile of red-faced giggles.

“oh! never have i ever hooked up with a roommate! there — that’s a good one.” you smile wide and sure, looking proud of your own accomplishment in thinking up this thing that you’re certain he’s done.

jamil licks his lips and swallows, his eyes meeting your as he lets out a breath.

“i haven’t either.”

the air between the pair of you thickens as your eyes flash down towards your empty shot glass.

“oh.”

“but i guess it is kinda cliché, huh…” he says, setting down his glass and dragging a thumb along his bottom lip before popping into his mouth.

he hears rather than sees the way your breath hitches and he can’t help the pleased purr rumbling through him at the thought of being able to do this to you.

“y-yeah… i guess it is…” you lick your own lips, “makes you feel a little left out, doesn’t it?”

jamil hums in response, and it isn’t till you look up again that you realize he’s leaned over the graveyard of now-emptied shot glasses, his lips hovering inches from your own.

“but how about we change that, hm?”

day 15.

it only takes two weeks for one of you to walk in on the other in the bathroom, and all things considered, it was kind of a miracle that it hadn’t happened sooner. the bathroom door doesn’t really lock and jamil had been too preoccupied with scrolling through the music for their next showcase to see the tell-tale strip of light beneath the door that usually indicates that the bathroom is currently occupied.

when he pushes through, it’s to find you stepping out of the shower, the steam still rising from your skin in thick, white wisps, your hand reaching for the towel on the rack.

“wh —”

jamil stares, drop-jawed and dumbstruck as his eyes rake over your very, very naked body, the music still thumping from his large headphones as he blinks.

you scream.

he slams the door shut.

15 minutes later when you leave the bathroom, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of maroon, your hair still damp, but your body now covered in a long t-shirt and sweats, neither of you says a thing.

day 3.

three days in and you have to admit that it’s kind of nice, having a super rich trust fund boy as your roommate. if nothing else, all the furniture he’s brought along is gorgeous — from the thick persian rugs to the tasteful suede sofa, you very quickly find yourself living in a dorm that looks like it might have belonged in the pages of a crate & barrel magazine spread.

“but apparently, his cousin’s family is even better off —” one of your friends had informed you after you’d looked up jamil’s family online, very quickly finding the wiki page that links him to the al-asim family.

“oh yeah? what do they even do?” you squint at the wikipedia page detailing the al-asim family legacy.

“i think something to do with… water filtration?” your friend peers over your shoulder as you scroll through the page before clicking back to google. she tugs your phone out of your hand and quickly types something into the search bar before making a gagging noise and turning the phone results back towards you.

“holy shit.”

“holy is right,” your friend had said.

“with a net worth like that… what the hell are they doing in school?” you ask, your eyes wide as you look back up.

your friend shrugs, a wicked grin twisting her lips as she leans over the library table and whispers in your ear —

“but y’know if you can bag jamil you’ll be set for life!”

you flush and shove her away, “shut up! we’re just roommates!”

your friend tuts, “plenty of people end up hooking up with their roommates — it’s a literal cliché at this point.”

you roll your eyes, “well not for us, it won’t — and e-even if we do… there’s a long way between ‘hooking up’ and bagging someone for life.”

your friend giggles, batting her lashes floridly at you, “never say never!”

day 1.

“o-oh! hi — sorry, you must be…”

jamil frowns, turning around at the sound of your voice.

“jamil viper…” he says as his eyes land on you for the very first time, taking in the three large suitcases gathered around your legs, and the light blush dusting your cheeks from what he assumes is the exertion of having wrangled them down the too-long hallway.

“yes — right…” you purse your lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears.

“and you must be my new roommate, right?” jamil says, recovering from his momentary shock to offer you his hand.

pretty, is his first thought, smells like flowers, is his second.

you beam up at him, nodding.

“it’s lovely to finally meet you!”

#jamil viper #twst #twisted wonderland #jamil viper fluff #twst fluff #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x yuu #twst x reader #twst x you #twisted wonderland fluff #twst jamil #jamil viper x you #floofy floof floof #this was actually really fun to write -- a little challenging bc of the format but rly fun #u__u it was fun to like... plot backwards if that makes any sense?? to like drop stuff in text and then have their origins explained later #or like set up a scene that feels a certain way but hits dif when you read the 'previous' segment u__u anywya #this got way longer than i thought it would but what else is new HAHAHA #curious to know what you guys thought about this format! u know i love non-linear storytelling but #backwards is something i haven't rly tried #31 days of aus

[the-crowbar-was-my-kryptonite]

Inktober Day 5: Map

My favourite part of Disney’s 2002 animated feature Treasure Planet is its main song, aptly titled “Jim’s Theme”. It is, however, one of my sister’s favourite Disney movies (although according to people who have a living memory of the early 2000s, I too used to watch this movie on repeat). When I thought about writing this prompt, I felt incredibly stuck. I remember very little of the plot of Treasure Planet, and I had no ideas for crafting a narrative on Jim’s holographic puzzle map. So to get in the mindspace, I put “Jim’s Theme” on repeat. At time of writing I am on my sixth listen to the song, and after hearing the lyrics repeated 6 times, I started thinking about how to conceptualize a map. In Treasure Island, the map is Jim’s call to action, it is what gets him going on the adventure of the film. It is, more than anything, a plot device. But that’s boring, so I thought, what else could it be? What’s a better argument? What if the map is a metaphor for Jim’s character. Someone that neither his mother nor Dr. Delbert Doppler could unlock or understand. “Jim’s Theme” encapsulates this mentality through its opening lyrics “I am a question to the world / Not an answer to be heard” and later, “you don't know me.”  In this essay I will…

Maybe this is something that every film critic since the movie came out has spoken about, but I thought it was a really interesting comparison. If the physical map is Jim, how does that affect his reading of his journey? Is there a reading of his character as overcoming objectification (in the sense that he is seen as a helpful tool to accomplish work (much like B.E.N.))? Could one argue that he is meant only to be understood by the youth, similar to his ability to figure out the map that had puzzled Dr. Doppler.

Ps. It took me approximately 11 loops of this song to finish this little blurb.

All art by @cool_beans_jw on insta. Writing by her weird sister, who is in midterms, and begs your indulgence as she hasn’t slept in like 3 days.

#inktober #map #inktober day 5 #inktober day five #treasure planet #tired ramblings #spooky szn #halloween #spooky season #jim hawkins #31 days of halloween #31 day challenge #drawing practice #drawing prompt #writing practice #writing prompt #in this essay i will #sketch #treasure planet 2002 #disney #Jim's theme #movie essay #so tired #midterms #midterm ramblings #it's a metaphor #art challenge

[beatleshalloween]

I've decided to share this platform with any writer or artist who participated in a writing challenge from this page. If you have a story you want to promote, message me with the link and I'll share it here!

The requirement is it has to be Beatles related at least in connection with one or more of the band members.

Of course, during any challenge this will be paused until the challenge is over.

I look forward to seeing your work!

Much love!

✌️❤️⭐

#the beatles #ao3 fanfic #ao3 beatles #ao3 fanfiction #george harrison #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john lennon #beatles halloween #starrison #31 day winter wonderland #the beatles valentine's day #writing challenge #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #creative writing #writers #fan fic writing #fanfic writer #fanfic writers #fanfiction writer #fanfiction writers #fanfiction writing #writers and poets #fun #sharing #open platform #ao3 kudos #ao3 link #ao3 author

[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #20

The creature unfurled it’s dark, fleshy wings, beating a wave of damp cave air over the explorers.

“Is th-that a vampire?” one said taking a step back.

“Vampires can transform entirely into a bat,” the other said following suit. “No bits and pieces. That’s for demons. …And that thing only has bat wings.”

#this challenge was supposed to help me enforce deadlines #all I have learned is I’m bad at self-made deadlines #prompt #creative writing #writing prompt #writblr #short prompt #Spooktober #Spooktober prompt #31 days of halloween #31 days of spooktober #wings #bats

[bonkers-4-hatter]

Stein X Reader - Prank or not to prank?

You knew he was a madman, you heard the stories and rumors that swirled around the town and school. Whispers of the experiments he made, kidnapping townspeople to use for his own sick, twisted fantasy.

You knew all of this and yet…you decided to be with him.

Of course he tried to deter you, but you were persistent and after a while he just accepted that you were part of his life now.

Stein and yourself had been together for a year now and it was a solid relationship. Yes…he had maddening moments, there were times where you thought you'd be part of his next experiment too. His outbursts of madness came in like a hurricane; causing destruction and chaos and just left after it was done. It still is something you haven't gotten used to.

Honestly, it's something you might never get used to. You were always cautious, having your guard down meant bad things if he was going through another spell.

"Stein? Are you here?" You crept into the laboratory where he was usually at was eerily silent and all the lights were off.

"Stein?" This time you voiced echoed in the large room and again, nothing.

Before you could say anything else, your mouth was covered and you were dragged to the slab that was smack dab in the middle of the laboratory. You kicked and screamed the best you could as his maniacal laughter echoed the once silent room.

You were slammed down on the table where he cuffed your hands and feet making it impossible to break free. You started to freak out as he shone the lights on you making you wince at the sudden invasion. "Please don't, just let me go, Stien please!" You kept trying to desperately get free of the shackles but to no avail.

"Let you go? Now why would I do that (Y/N)? You're the perfect meat skin for my new experiment."

You made out the outline of a knife that was pointed directly over your chest. A petrified scream left your throat as tears cascaded down your face, your body going into shock as your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest.

Even as the lights above you turned off and the weapon was put away and Stein's concerned face was above yours his brows knitted together in worry; yours screams and cries continued to echo around the lab.

"(Y/N), love you're okay, I promise!" His hands cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tears.

"I promise to leave you alone, just please don't hurt me!" He was shushing your cries as he gathered you in his arms. Rocking you back and forth, he peppered your face with kisses as you calmed down.

"It was a prank love, I'm sorry I'll never do that again. I never meant to make you cry." Clinging to his lab coat you managed to calm down.

"A-a prank…I thought you were going to kill me, Stein."

He shook his head no. "I'd never dare, I just wanted to scare you a bit…let's go home." You nodded your head as he picked you up and made his way toward your shared quarters.

Stein was already planning his make up plan for you and he vowed to never go that far again.

#31 days of fics #halloween writing challenge #soul eater x reader #soul eater #stein x reader #spooky reader insert #x reader insert #reader insert

[rammbles]

DAY #17: 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

I've mentioned before that I haven't seen a lot of live content other than through gifs, so my pool to pick from isn't massive, but I'm going to go with Paul & Richard's last hug/smooch of the NA tour 2022.

(set of gifs for this scene @mrsfitzgerald you are doing god's work)

Like the amount of love is unreal and the tightness of the hug makes me want to sob and the kiss is the gayest fucking thing I've ever seen and Reesh's face tears me apart to my most basic atoms and I can't stand it I can't stand them FUCK brb going to the bathroom to sob and throw up for ten full hours

previous days: 　1.) favorite song 　2.) favorite era 　3.) favorite single 　4.) favorite album 　5.) favorite music video 　6.) favorite member 　7.) favorite lyrics 　8.) favorite b-side/unreleased track 　9.) favorite remix 　10.) favorite live photo(s) 　11.) favorite live video 　12.) favorite "making of" 　13.) favorite picture 　14.) favorite vocals 　15.) favorite work of each instrument 　16.) favorite outfit

#rammstein #31 days rammstein challenge #rammstein challenge #apologies for the massive gaps in completing days #my bipolar Withdraw period has struck and i feel like writing nothing that involves using a single brain cell #IT'S PAULCHARD Y'ALL 🌈 #gif: paulchard #reesh #gif: reesh #paul #gif: paul #the gaydar 🌈

[enigmatic-mystery-777]

A Time To Celebrate

It's a wedding, y'all! And like all weddings, there's the joy, the tears, and some drama (mild, though).

Taglist: @cuillere @stargaterevival @geekygumiho @frostysfrenzy @jgem87 @daydreampending @riverageleis

#terr's fics #one-shot #stargate sg1 #stargate sg1 au #Daniel Jackson #daniel jackson x reader #gn!reader #romance #fluff #mild drama #wedding time! #celebrate! #and that concludes our october writing challenge! #day 31: celebration #2.1k word count

[31-daysofhorror]

31 Days of Horror Prompt List!

Welcome to the third annual 31 Days of Horror writing challenge!

This years list was such a treat to make and I really like how it turned out!

For those wonder what this is, the 31 Days of Horror challenge is simple:

Every day of October you take the corresponding prompt and write a short horror story to go along with it. If you feel like posting it anywhere tag it with #31DOH2022 so others can see what you have created.

If you have any more questions check out the FAQ or send me an ask.

Happy Writing!

[List ID: 1. Oak 2. Vague 3. Mix 4. Hallway 5. Lung 6. Station 7. Steeple 8. Burnt 9. Redact 10. Seal 11. Alarm 12. Return 13. Tack 14. Sew 15. Magnet 16. Theatre 17. Cassette 18. Trip 19. Hoard 19. Glass 20. Shamble 21. Violet 22. Scope 23. Practice 24. Squirm 25. Toothy 26. Powder 17. Vial 29. Abandon 30. Rotary 31. Finale]

#31DOH2022 #31 Days of Horror #writing challenge #writing prompt #horror prompt #writing #horror #31daysofhorror #writeblr #writeblr community

[witched-kid-writer]

day six of 31 days of horror: Head

TW: Mild gore

It sits on a shelf in some long forgotten prop department. No one touches it, they say it will being anyone bad luck if they do. But like any good theatre, it's just an old horror story passed down from tech crew to tech crew that grew wilder every time it got told. Of course no one is sure why the severed head ended up in the prop department. If it was for some show that no one seemed to be able to remember or if it was brought in for a joke by a crew member and it just never made it's way home. Finding home instead on the dusty shelves in the back of the prop room.

It's face is withered, it's eyes are sunken, and it's lips are pulled back into a gruesome howl. It's far to realistic to have come from any local Halloween shop but with the connections some prop masters end up with it wouldn't surprise any of the crew if it had come from the back of some movie set shot years before. People, the new ones to crew, always seem to want to reach out and touch it, try to figure out what the skin could be made of but they get warned off of that fairly quickly. 

There is, of course, tales that go around of an actor or a new crew member who's curiosity just grew to be too much and snuck in to touch it. The story always ends the same way, the person just happens to never be seen again. Of course there are no such records of that happening there at the theatre or in any theatre scattered across the city. It doesn't stop people from whispering about the rumours though. That doesn't stop the newbies from daring one another to lock themselves in the back of the prop room armed only with a flash light.

More senior members of the cast and crew will always warn them, tell them that they won't like what they'll see if they decide to go through with it. Warnings are never heeded though and they always come out looking a little worse for wear. Eyes wide, skin pale. No one will ever talk about what they saw in there, which only makes the more daring want to go in there more. Until finally enough people have done it, enough people have come out saying the same thing, that no one dares to go in alone. 

#writing prompt #31 days of horror #31doh2023 #horror writing #writing #writing challenge #mild gore #the deep seeded theatre kid in me strikes again! #i was tech tho #probably why i ended up a writer and not an artist tbh