#fanfic challenge tag

[fancifulpurposelesslovely]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by: @spaceprincessem (thanks!!!)

Okay so i have never been tagged in a fic writing thing before and I’m excited so I’m not stressing too much about what the actual expectations are! Also it looks like this one mostly belongs to the 911 fandom? whatever! Y’all are just gonna get snippets of Summer Sons stuff I’m writing

As yet unpublished chapter of One of Mine (Summer Sons - Sam POV):

He hadn’t handed Irene any of the private details of Blur’s life, just running his mouth about the other man’s refusal to take care of himself, how he reminded Sam of a younger and dumber version of himself, how he was worried Riley would fall into some of his bad habits. On his second or third pass through “—and he’s clearly not fucking eating or sleeping enough” Irene finally broke and started laughing at him outright.

“Samuel Aaron Halse,” she started, knowing it would put his back up and that she was one of three people who had known him long enough to get away with it. “You have an honest to god crush on this man, don’t you?” Sam blinked at her for a moment, caught between flabbergasted, insulted, and defensive.

Summer Sons fic, after, Sam x Andrew

What he loved most were nights like this one, the moments at the end of a long party while the festivities wound down and people stumbled out of the house. Sam sprawled, a king on his throne, arms and legs set wide to claim half the couch. Andrew was collapsed across his lap, floating, unselfconscious. He turned his head toward Sam’s stomach and used just his face to nose Sam’s shirt out of the way, removing the barrier to the skin-to-skin contact he craved. He hummed appreciatively as he was finally able to nuzzle against the soft layer of fat over unsurprising muscle mass. As happened some nights, the full body sense memory tried to tip him into the past, and his mind played Eddie’s voice, livid and drunk, say it again you think I’m like that. Andrew frowned and pulled away from the memory, beginning to roll away from Sam out of a misplaced feeling of danger. Without a change in posture or gaze, Sam noticed and wrapped his big hand around the back of Andrew’s neck to pull him back in.

Summer Sons fic, Eddie x Andrew, where Andrew comes down to Nashville early, and some other shenanigans (mark’s fault)

The drive had been excruciatingly long, but it had also disappeared under him faster than he would have liked. Six hours was nothing and everything when he was so ready to see Eddie again and so afraid of how mad Eddie would be. Eddie had finally given an order that Andrew couldn’t follow. An avid student of folklore, Andrew was well-versed in the Irish concept of a geas. His life was, of course, a southern gothic ghost story, but it felt like a geas had been laid on him in the cavern so many years ago, to follow Eddie, to stay with Eddie, no matter what, to the ends of the earth or the edge of the grave. His second geas, never at odds with the first before now, was to obey. To follow Eddie in action as well as proximity.

But now Eddie had given him an order that set his geasa in opposition, and it was tearing him apart. Eddie said “stay away from me. Stay where I left you. Stop begging to be at my side.” Andrew could not follow both the ties on his heart as they pulled him in separate directions, not in the full spirit of them, but perhaps he could follow them both to the letter. Maybe, if he got close enough to Eddie, he would let Andrew in. He would stop shoving Andrew away and pull him close again. Surely, finally, Eddie would relent and let Andrew come home, and the world would be right again, and he wouldn’t be torn to shreds from his conflicting needs.

Not tagging anyone myself because again, very unfamiliar with the general etiquette and purpose, but hey this was fun!

#tease tidbit tuesday #fox writes #summer sons #fanfic challenge tag #summer sons fanfic #Sam halse #Andrew blur #Eddie Fulton

[that-one-gay-from-the-gay-club]

Ok, since I see a bunch of people doing this

50 notes on this post by like 24 hours and I'll make myself finish the chapter of in hiding with accidental smut on Sunday (however I am really self conscious about this chapter)

100 notes and I'll dedicate time to posting a chapter a week.

200 notes and I'll start making art again

555 notes and I'll get a stall at the next community fair and sell my art

Yes the last one is pretty high, only bc I am scared to do that

No pressure tags! If I'm tagging you, we are moots on my main account, or another entire account or I interact with you a lot <3

@realcaptainfalcon @not-a-poser @my-castles-crumbling @mythomars (<< will probably be the one to take it vvv seriously) @markruffalo who I'm tagging for jokes because I just saw it when I typed "m" and if it is him he probably won't see it and it's funny and if it's not I'm sorry and it's still kinda funny @white-wolf-actually @whatarethooseshuri @what-are-thooooooose (sorry I can never remember what account it is you use <\3) and idk I can't think of more-

#art challenge #notes #notes challenge #certain notes #tag game #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #harry potter #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #no pressure

[starsinmylatte]

The Taste of Love

In which our beloved bathtub lawyer realizes that he loves you the first time he’s forced to cancel a date.

Pairing: Higurma Hiromi x gender-neutral reader

Rating: Pure fluff

Word count: 0.6k

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Higuruma Hiromi was perpetually exhausted and wanted nothing more than to spend an evening relaxing with you, but his current caseload was just too overwhelming. He was a brilliant man and a peerless lawyer, but, unfortunately, he was still human; there was only so much work he could do in one day.

Higuruma had called you, head planted shamefully in his slender, ink-stained hands, and requested a rain check on your date. He apologized profusely, but you still sounded heartbroken over the phone. You reassured him that you understood, but the situation tugged at his heartstrings; his last relationship had ended because his girlfriend accused him of loving his work more than her.

Originally, the night was supposed to be spent with a lovely steak dinner and a movie at his place afterward. Hiromi wanted nothing more than to be snuggled up on his couch with a glass of wine and your head on his shoulder, but here he was at 8 pm... still in his suit from the workday and permanently attached to his desk chair with a mountain of files in front of him.

The last thing he ever expected was to hear a knock at his door thirty minutes later. A very confused, slightly disheveled Higuruma opened the door to find you standing out in the cold with three bags of groceries, a pan, and a loaf of bread.

"I wasn't sure what kind of pans you have, so I brought one!" You chirped, beaming up at the tired man. Higuruma blinked at you blearily, not daring to believe his eyes.

"Are you going to let me in?" You teased, slightly concerned that you'd done the wrong thing by surprising him.

Higuruma backpedaled instantly, quickly ushering you out of the snow into his apartment. "Sorry for the, uh, mess...." He apologized with a faint blush on his cheeks. 

In truth, his apartment wasn’t excessively messy, but Hiromi was a working man in his 30s with little time to clean unless he had a date planned…. and he thought his date had been canceled. His heart thumped as you breezed into his kitchen with no preamble and set up a small cooking station on the counter.

At that moment, Hiromi would’ve testified in court that he’d never seen anyone more beautiful, even though you wore absolutely no makeup and your outfit consisted of leggings and a law school sweatshirt you’d “borrowed” from him. He stood there watching you wordlessly, slack-jawed from appreciation as you clicked on a burner and tossed the pan on to preheat. 

“Are you… okay with me being here?” You paused, blushing slightly. “I wanted to do something nice for you since you’re working so hard. You still deserve a good meal and I know you’re too busy to eat properly. I probably should’ve asked before inviting myself over-” 

Higuruma’s soft lips were pressed against yours before you could finish rambling. He kissed you tenderly but thoroughly, and you simply melted into his arms. All of your worries faded away as he broke the kiss to press his lips to your forehead. 

“No, it’s perfect…. You’re perfect.” He murmured against your skin. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.” 

You kissed him again with a soft smile on your lips, and in that moment, Higuruma Hiromi tasted nothing but pure love.

Tagging some friends: @saradika @thefact0rygirl @babygirl-leon-kennedy @hereforthesunrise @ashotofspotchka @ironandglass @amyroswell @cassandrablacker @lady-valtieri @justanothersadperson93 @Orangecremepuff @belle-smith07 @outspokenbrat @enchantedsylveon @khaleesihavilliard @spam-love @silverliningsandstorms @msniks @panteramarron @eldritchbeauty @unoriginalidea @cindyneko-strider @markleeisdabestdrug @gabbyburgers @pseudowho

#tumblr pls let me actually tag people challenge #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #higuruma x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #hiromi jjk #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi x you

[sailoryooons]

Spider Web | JHS | (m)

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Hoseok x human!reader (afab)

☾ Summary: Playing games with vampires is a bad idea. Playing with Spiders is worse. 

☾ Word Count: 1,976

☾ Genre: Supernatural, Predator/Prey, Established Relationship, Smut

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings:  Predator/prey dynamics, intense feelings of fear, reader is navigating a maze while unable to see at all, Hoseok taunting reader, minor injuries, explicit language, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, biting, dom/sub dynamics, subspace, feeling fear during sex, reader being both afraid and aroused and just going with it, implied relationship of some manner. 

☾ Published: Monday, January 15, 2024

☾ A/N: This might not be for everyone, but this is for me. This is not only self-indulgent but it was so fun to write. The third roll for the 100 Drabble Challenge was number 46 - Predator/Prey and I had the opportunity to do something that surprised me - write a piece of a universe that I’ve wanted to write since I was in middle school. You heard that right - I have an entire outline/idea of a dystopian vampire novel where vampires rule and humans live under them with a complex political structure and rebel human groups and class war etc. that I have wanted to write since middle school and when I rolled this tonight… I was like what if I just use that world. In that world there are vampire guards call The Web that are broken up into three categories: Spiders, Widows and Venoms and they all have different purposes. In this case, Hobi is a Spider :) I’ve considered turning it into a fic so… let me know if you’re interested odigjdoigjdofgij 

A/N 2: This is unedited and I wrote it in roughly an hour pls excuse the errors etc. I will look back over it in the morning and fix them okay soifjsoigj

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout,” a voice echoes. Your heart slams in your chest as you press your fingers against the sides of the wall, trying to feel your way through the maze. “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.” 

You should be used to the dark. Your life has revolved around the dark from the moment you took your first breath. Born in the dead of night during the hour of the predator. As a kid, you didn’t quite understand the hour of the predator. All you knew was that it meant to stay inside and not leave the building no matter what.

When you were older, you learned that walls and locks do not keep out predators. The notion that they keep their hunt to a single hour of the night is ridiculous. Now you know that vampires only let people think that they’re safe outside of that single hour of every night.

Like everything in the city, it is an illusion.

Inhaling shakily, you try to calm your breathing. The thud of your pulse in your neck and the rattling of your heart in your ribcage is a dead giveaway to this predator. Fear puts you on a razor's edge. A tingling sensation skitters along your skin like static as you keep one hand against the wall and the other in front of you, each step careful.

You can’t see in the darkness of the maze. He can. 

The disadvantage isn’t far. He’s better than you at most things: sight, smell, speed, strength - sadism, to be sure. But still, you’ve managed to evade him for far longer than he would like, and despite his taunting, you know it’s irritating him.

You smile. For vampires, most things are prey. For Spiders, all things are. 

“Perhaps we should change the lyrics of the song,” Hoseok calls. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. He sounds only a few rows over, making you quicken your steps. You’re barefoot and the ground is cold, making you shiver as you go. “The Spider doesn’t get washed out, but the little human does.”

The hand reaching in front of you hits the wall. You inhale and turn left, letting your right hand skim the corner and press against the new wall. You’ve hit a dead end twice and lost your sense of direction, but Hoseok hasn’t caught up yet. 

The thought makes you grin. You’re better at these games than you used to be, and you’re able to make faster decisions now. You also have managed to learn a thing or two about vampires. Somewhere, your socks and shoes are sitting in other corners. You’ve also dropped a jacket, making the entire maze smell like you. 

“Ah, the mouse has left a shoe for me.” 

Your heart beats faster. You only dropped that shoe moments ago, which means Hoseok is close. Too close. You’re not even sure what will happen if he wins - it’s always different. 

“I hear your heart, Mouse.”

The momentary panic makes you walk into a wall, banging loudly. Hoseok laugh is carried down a maze hall, chilling your spine. You throat caution to the wind, breaking into a run though you cannot see anything around you. 

In the dark, colors and shapes taunt you, your imagination filling in the gaps for the things you cannot see. Running wild totally unable to see is a terrible idea, you could run into-

You slam into a wall and let out a pained sound. Pain shoots up your wrist and you whimper, cradling it to your hand. A hiss echoes behind you and you run again, bad hand tucked to your chest as Hoseok closes in. 

“Yes!” he growls, glee in his dark voice. “Run, Mouse! I love it when you run!” 

You hardly recognize his voice through the growl, bloodlust taking over. Your instincts perceive a wall and you jerk to the left, skidding as you go. A speck of light beckons you and you gasp, realizing you can see the way out of the maze. You never make it that far. 

Without hesitation, you take off at a full sprint, the soles of your feet slapping against concrete, your heart pumping in your chest. Just a little further, almost there.

Hoseok snarls behind you and you scream, a primal fear exploding inside of you as your instincts sense the danger behind you, all other thoughts and feelings blotted out by the sheer force of terror. 

A force crashes into you, taking you down. You squeeze your eyes shut, jarred and waiting for the harsh impact of the concrete. It doesn’t come, instead softened by the blow of falling into Hoseok as he twists, taking the brunt of the impact. 

You’re dizzy, world spinning as the adrenaline tingles in your veins, your entire body feeling like it’s on pins and needles. In the dim light of the concrete building, you make out the shape of Hoseok under you. It doesn’t last long, the vampire rolling and pinning you with an ironclad grip to the floor.

A cry slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. It riles him up, Hoseok pressing in on you. He smells like rosewood and lavender, making your eyes flutter as Hoseok pulls your head backward against the old concrete, your skull digging in painfully as he noses your pulse. 

“You lose, Mouse.”

Hoseok’s voice rasps against your throat. Fear-laced pleasure blooms in your stomach. Where his mouth ghosts against your sweaty skin feels good, his words buzzing through you as his lips skim your neck toward your jaw.

You don’t dare move - can’t move. This is the part that you don’t understand, but don’t have to. Your body thrums with the innate terror of death. Adrenaline pumps through your system, parts of your brain screaming and alerting your organs that you’re in danger.

But there’s another part of your brain that goes fuzzy when you feel Hoseok’s fangs drag against your jaw. You can’t make out his features in the barely-there light of the building, but you catch the silver flash of predator's eyes when he glances up at you.

Once upon a time that gaze made you nearly soil yourself in horror. Now the wetness between your legs is entirely different, caused by the hell your nervous system goes through as it straddles fear and desire. 

“I smell you,” Hoseok breathes. His tongue snakes out to taste your salty skin and you can’t help the sound that comes out of your throat. It is equal parts a whimper as it is a moan. His lips are pressed against your cheekbone as one of his hands skims down your body. “You almost made it out this time.”

The ability to verbalize anything is lost on you. You can only squirm underneath his touch, sparking to life like cut livewires. A violent shiver wracks through your body as Hoseok presses his hands between your legs, causing a pulse of want to unfurl. 

You want more. You want none of it. You want both. 

“Next time try dropping your panties,” he whispers, pressing hard, painful kisses toward your ear. He bites your earlobe sharply at the same time he presses your clothed cunt, plain and pleasure dancing together. “That would certainly do it.”

“Never thought of that.”

Hoseok’s hand ventures up and grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling on them with a loud rip. It’s almost drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. 

Your limbs start to shake in excitement as Hoseok catches your mouth with his. The kiss is sudden and demanding, completely inescapable. You kiss him back, drowning in the flurry of sensations hammering down on you, scrambling your thoughts, destroying your feelings. 

It’s always like this. He’s always able to do this. Hoseok has made an art of building you up and cutting you open, scattering every thought to the wind as he hunts you and beds you. Here with him you might not be safe, but at least you don’t think about being out there and being unsafe. 

This spider web you weave with Hoseok is high stakes, high reward. At least here if he kills you, you’ll be smiling. Out there when you die, no one will care.

Hoseok’s fingers hook your underwear to the side and pull. Cold air hits your hot, weeping hunt and you wiggle under him, trapped under his oppressive weight. He half growls, half purs as his fingers swipe up your sticky folds, avoiding your clit where all the pressure feels trapped.

You kick your feet under him, pressing up. You want more. Need more. The more he gives you, the more you feel the high of whatever this is between you. Hoseok knows this and gives in, playing nice as his fingers dip into your clenching hole to collect wetness before drifting back up, circling your clit.

A sound that is barely human escapes you. Hoseok has you pinned firmly underneath him as he starts to play. He carefully drags his fingers up and down, tracing your tightening entrance before drifting back up to apply pressure on your bundle of nerves.

“Little mouse is desperate tonight,” Hoseok pants. When he speaks, you can feel the sharp drag of his fangs on your cheek. “I bet you wanted to be caught.”

You shake your head no and he laughs, sinking a finger into your waiting heat. A strangled moan escapes you. Everything is on fire and you feel your cunt clench around his fingers. The concrete beneath you is too hot, Hoseok is too firm, his fangs on your skin are too sharp, you’re half afraid and half aroused - it all turns you into a mess, your mind tiptoeing on the edge of a blade between two nameless abysses. 

Hoseok thrusts his fingers up into you at an angle, pushing against that spot that makes you teeter dangerously. Your nails dig into your palms, leaving bloody crescents as Hoseok fucks you expertly with his fingers, drawing you to the edge of madness as he does it. 

Just as you think you’re about to tip one way or the other and plunge into darkness, Hoseok presses his mouth against yours, words slurred as he mumbles, “Ask.”

“Please.” Your words are slurred against his mouth, your breath hot and sticky. “Please let me. I need it. I - Hoseok - please.” 

His pace quickens. His thumb presses on your clit, wiggling. You feel it coming like a spool spinning thread, going and going and going until the spindle snaps and the thread comes unwound, spilling into his hand with a scream. 

Your ears ring. Your mind blanks. Your body goes so taught that it's only option is to go limp. You are vaguely aware that you’re gasping for air - you feel it more than you see it. You melt into the ground, unaware of anything but the static in your veins and the rush of air through your lungs.

In out. In out. In out. In out. 

You drift in the abyss. You’re unsure which one you fell into. Here, you are weightless and calm. 

In out. In out. In out. 

Nothing can hurt you here. There is no such thing as pain. There is only absolutely nothing but your breath and the buzzing on your skin.

In out. In out. In out. 

Eventually it wears off. Hoseok is still a firm weight against you, an anchor pulling you back. Your thoughts are syrup-slow and dizzy when you lift your too-heavy head to look at him. You cannot make out his features, but you get the sense he’s smiling. 

“Did you think we were done?” he rasps, a laugh in his voice. “You’ve only just fallen into the spiderweb, Mouse.” 

#hobi smut #hoseok smut #j hope smut #bts smut #hobi fic #hobi fanfic #hoseok fic #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #vampire hobi #bts fanfic #hoseok x you #100 drabble challenge #okay but like trying to do j hope hobi hoseok tags is wild please why must i name him thrice

[the-bitter-ocean]

Wanted to write a short writing thing based on @daily-odile doodle they did for @tealgoat in tales of time au! Set Post game so implied references to the full game are under the cut:

< Mirabelle is explaining to you the intricacies of the lore for a new horror book she found earlier today. >

< It had been a while since the two of you were able to have a chat.>

<Mirabelle held off on doing any book club meetings because she wanted to let you rest and recover. >

< Spending all of your energy to subconsciously channel a long forgotten ancient type of craft to go back in time repeatedly did your body zero favors. >

< It’s nice to have a different change of pace. >

< Being able to listen to her talk about something new- plot twists you can’t predict, dialogue you haven’t heard.. >

< It’s comforting.>

< It reassures you that you’re still here. That you and everyone around you is still real. >

{“ So far I have a couple of theories of who the ghost haunting the protagonist might be! It could be a long lost lover.. or maybe a secret twin or-“}

< You can feel your vision blur. >

< Why are you so tired? >

< No, you are not tired. You’re focused and present and listening. >

< It’s all different now so you have no reason to be tired! You don’t have the right to zone out. Focus. >

< Mirabelle’s voice melds into static in your ears. You hear soft excited chatters and then silence. >

<You feel yourself fall face forward straight into the wooden table where the two of you are sitting. >

< You don’t feel like getting up.>

< You close your eyes. >

< You feel like you’re falling. >

< You feel a tug on your- >

<…! >

< no no no no no- >

< You don’t want to go back! You know better now! You can’t you won’t not after everything that happ- >

{“…!! I’m right here! I didn’t mean to startle you! You just looked..scared? So I wanted to wake you up? If that’s okay? Uh-”}

< Oh. A normal tug. On your shoulder. From one of your allies.>

<…>

<Keep it together. >

< You slowly sit up and adjust your glasses. They aren’t damaged, so that’s a win in your books. It’s a hassle to replace them. >

< You take a deep breath in and out. >

< You look over at Mirabelle and smile. >

<“ I’m fine. You can carry on your explanation. What happened next in the story?”>

#in tales of time #in stars and time #in stars and time game #in stars and time spoilers #isat spoilers #isat #isat game #isat fanfic #in stars and time fanfic #isat odile #in stars and time odile #isat mirabelle #in stars and time mirabelle #Odile go to bed challenge: please. #the bitter ocean writes #cw derealization #cw dereality #tagging that just in case even if it’s brief #in stars and time au #isat au

[stargazer56]

Sky

Inspired by the Schitt's Creek Monthly Drabble Challenge and fortified by the enthusiastic cheerleading and encouragement of @a-noble-dragon and @flowertrigger, I wrote a drabble. Ironically, my first foray into writing takes place during the night at Stevie's, but not the sexy part. The part where Jake shows up and sends Patrick spiraling.

This will eventually be on AO3, after @a-noble-dragon hand holds me through the process of posting it there.

David’s hands stroke the shoulders of Patrick’s sky-blue sweater, but Patrick can’t stop staring at the man who kissed David. Mr. Henley – he’s definitely not getting a name – dated Stevie and David simultaneously? David dated lumberjacks, celebrities, models and Patrick proposed to Rachel despite never feeling right. How can he tell David about her, about the weight of inertia and expectations? Is there a scenario where that conversation doesn’t derail their evening? Patrick is done with going slow. He desperately needs David and a full night of guaranteed privacy. He has to avoid the topic of exes at all costs.

#schitt's creek monthly drabble challenge #david x patrick #sc fanfic #sc fic #going to stop tagging because it's making me anxious #all you writers are so brave #this is nervewracking

[jessij1997]

Drabble challenge

Send me a number and I'll write. That's all.

1. "I want to hear you beg."

2. "Arch your back for me."

3. "You look better with my hands

around your neck."

4. "Swallow it. All of it."

5. "God, you feel so fucking good."

6. "Suck on it."

7. "You're so fucking hot."

8. "Open your legs for me, baby. I

wanna see you."

9. "Don't hold back."

10. "Ah, fuck."

11. "That noise...keep making it."

12. "Wrap your legs around my waist."

13. "Let's make this quick."

14. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at

me."

15. "You're mine."

16. "Such a good little boy, aren't you?"

17. "Faster-ah shit-harder..."

18. "I wanna go again."

19. "Hurry up baby"

20. "You buy this for me Gallagher?"

21. "I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship"

22. "I had a dream about you."

23. "I found the candles, we’ll be alright."

24. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

25. "Don't you fucking dare, baby."

#drabbles #drabble challenge #gallavich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #gallavichedit #ian and mickey #gallavich fanfic #noel fisher #shameless fanfiction #shameless us #writers on tumblr #writing #writerscommunity #smut prompts #fic prompt #writing prompt #prompt #number #smut #smutty fanfiction #smutty smut smut #smut tag

[000marie198]

Fanfic Writing Challenge

The imagery of Sonic, Rouge and Tails being the most annoying and skilled little team of pickpocketers/thieves and their gold dynamic inspired this but I can't write at the moment bcoz my right hand is on a vacation.

So anyways, here's your challenge:

Take three of your most MOST FAVORITE characters in a franchise, any three. Make them a team. Make them the antagonists of your story.

Also take three to five of your LEAST FAVORITE or MOST HATED characters in the same franchise and make them the protagonists. Of the actual story or just the world in the story? That's up to you.

Rules:

No nsfw, suggestive, incest etc. Keep the freaky stuff away please.

OCs are welcome but as side characters

Aside from the fandoms I'm in and greatly looking forward to (Sonic, Httyd, TMNT), any franchise is allowed

You are free to make the ending in the Protags' or Antags' favour

The length of the story is also unlimited. It can be a drabble, it can be a novel. And everything in between

Make a Tumblr post with the link to the story (or with the story if you decide to publish it here) and tag me so I can read it. I'll be making a separate blog for reblogging the stories in and sharing them on main too.

Tag your post with 'alignment switch challenge' (yes I know your favs can be morally grey or villains in can and vice versa for least favs but I needed a tag and this one works.

AUs are welcome, feel free to place your characters in any setting and run with it

No reader inserts or ' x reader' please.

The main characters (both protagonists and antagonists) must be canon characters

This challenge has No Time Limit, so feel free to finish or start it whenever . Have fun!

P.S. Reblog this so more people can see it even if you don't plan to participate.

#fanfics #fanfic #writing challenge #fanfic challenge #fanfic writing challenge #alignment switch challenge #httyd #tmnt #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #plz don't mind me tagging these fandoms. i just really love them

[caelanglang]

BEEP BOOP FIC REC

HELLO I RISE BACK FROM THE DEAD TO PUSH THIS TO YOUR PLATE

I've reblogged the author's original post a while back when the first couple of chapters were written but now I finally had the time to open ao3 again and finally caught up with the chapters... BOY OH BOY ITS AMAZING PLEASE READ IT! This fic may have come from the same idea as my little prince skk childhood au BUT it's a gem on its own and has its own beautifully crafted world and written characters PLEASE PLEASE READ IT ITS SO SO GOOD!

Everyone say thank you to @uneducated-author for this beautiful work! <3 ToT I love it so so much

#fic rec #bsd #skk #bsd fic #fanfic #also please dont get confused this is a whole new entire work belonging to the writer not me! its beautiful #im just gonna use the same tag as my comics too keep all them in one place hehe #little prince skk au #i cant the fic is so so good i need to draw raaaaaaaaa #on one hand i wanna say the fic is angstier than my comics but #i think i uh. i wanna take that as a challenge #guys i promise the next part is coming soon im just so. busy i hate it here. #cheers to angst wahoo #also set the characters and their roles differently compared to the fic but hey thats the cool thing about two people making different work

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Thank you so much for tagging me @prahacat 💙 As requested, a single line from yesterday's work.

Behind them their dark cloaks swept in the wind, merging until they became a single black shadow flowing out behind them.

This is a sentence from The Sith, part two, which I will start sharing very soon (later today).

And because I like to cheat, here's a line from 24kisses too.

Hopefully the Force would guide him as he guided Anakin, Obi-Wan thought as he tucked Anakin in and wished him goodnight.

I will tag (zero pressure of course) @barmadumet @underacalicosky @palfriendpatine66 @piecesofeden11 @grapenehifics @heretolurkandnothingmore @knightjane and anyone else who wants to share what they are working on.

#last line tag #star wars #obikin #writing #fanfiction #my wips #fanfic #wips #the sith #24kisses #last line challenge

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thank you for the tag, @marbled-polecat! 💜💜

I've been elbow deep in a surprise Steddie smut fic that just keeps growing and growing 🤣 Here's the last little bit I wrote, because it made me laugh.

“Dude!” Steve says. “Put your pants back on!” “Why?” Eddie calls over his shoulder as he moves into the other room. Steve sits up and starts doing his pants back up. “You can’t be Donald Ducking it around my house, man, that’s fucking weird.” He reaches for the remote and turns off the useless redhead and her screechy wailing. Eddie doesn’t say anything, but a second later his dirty shirt sails out of the kitchen and lands in the middle of the living room floor. “Oh, real nice, Eds!” Steve yells. “That’s unsanitary!” Eddie, he thinks, is starting to get a little too comfortable around here.

I will tag @mapleowl18 @wolveria (hiiii!!) @hawthornsword and @sexysmeagolshitposting. Play if you like, fine friends, but no pressure!

#last line challenge #tag game #my writing #snippet #steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #donald ducking it

[audennix]

Last line Challenge

Rules:

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by @scarlett-ink

Last Line: ‘Their mind remained silent, but it was a tense silence that burned and writhed. Even Moon’s piercing anger froze: turning instead to a dull throb that was somehow even more unbearable.’ - From a re-write of ‘The Acceptance of Defeat’ that is currently in the works cause there r so many small things I want to add to it :3

Last Art:

This was a canon-compliant (ish) redraw of an AU piece I did last year :D

Tagging: @youareinlovetv @coughrat @grayyskies @clownpalette @catspawcreates @amberluvsbugs feel free to ignore!! theres no pressure at all to take part <3

#last line tag #last line challenge #tagging game #fnaf #dca au #dca fandom #artists on tumblr #dca fanart #dca fanfic #fandom

[wundrousarts]

Mini Silverborn Countdown

If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.

If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:

Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.

January — Nevermoor

April — Wundersmith

July — Hollowpox

#nevermoor #nevermoor fanart #nevermoor fanfic #silverborn #silverborn countdown challenge #thank you theo for reminding me to post abt this on here. I am stealing the “mini” moniker (?) in return. lol. #this was in my drafts and I forgot to post it. happens a lot lol. #anyways if you’re reading this happy new years ! #nine masterpost ver 1.0 dropping tomorrow evening prob bc I have had a headache all day and that’s the next time I’m free #now time to sleep. zzzzzz. perhaps I’ll have a prophetic silverborn dream. who knows. #I love giving myself set times to draw nevermoor things or just think about the series bc otherwise I go insane #literally thinking abt this stuff 24/7 it’s all I want to draw. But then I have to hold myself back + then end up never drawing anything lol #I have three big things planned for this like big pieces to work on over awhile and get myself out of my comfort zone #but idk what to draw for this first one. aahhhhh. excited for wundersmith and hollowpox though. #also I want to do a little animation for nevermoorian new years. which is on a leap day this year! how fun!! #I have an eternal nevermoor to-draw list that only gets bigger #sorry to the person that requested some Christmas stuff last year. I missed out and was gonna do it this year. then no time. so next year? 😅 #also ���� to anyone that ever reads my ramblings in my tags. I am so insane about nevermoor especially. <333

[quick-otp-prompts]

“What do I have to do to get rid of you! You’re a pebble in my shoe- the gum on my sole. “

“The stick up your ass!”

#hahaha #b wasn’t going to say that #but this was objectively #hilarious #fanfic inspiration #otp ideas #fanfic things #fanfic prompts #otp prompt #tag your otp #otp things #fanfic #fanfic ideas #fanfic inspo #imagine your otp #otp #otp imagines #otp inspiration #fanfic imagines #otp challenge #writing prompts #dialogue snippet #not dialogue based prompts will come soon #I’ve just been busy #with moving #and dr appts #and friends #they aren’t my job #but I do make them my priority #at a wedding so maybe wedding prompts later

[player188654]

GHOSTS CBS writing challenge

More info below the cut

DAY 1: write a story about your favorite cannon ship

DAY 2: write a story about a character’s past before they died (or multiple characters)

DAY 3: Write an alive AU about the characters

DAY 4: Write a story about your favorite NON cannon ship

DAY 5: write a story where the characters are in an alternate universe

DAY 6: write an in-depth character analysis about a side character

DAY 6: Write a fic from Jay’s point of view and how he views the ghosts

DAY 7: Write a hurt/comfort fic about any character of your choosing

DAY 8: write a story with an OC

DAY 9: write a fic that is a continuation of your favorite episode

DAY 10: write a found family fic about your favorite ghosts and livings

There are no rules! Do whatever you want with these prompts! Make them however short or long you want. Feel free to post on ao3/whichever site you want (In fact, I encourage it!)

Start whenever you can/want! Tag me in your posts so I can repost them!

BBC fans, feel free to participate, just switch Jay with Mike!

Tag any fic writers/Ghosts fans!

@cbsghostsdaily

@cutieshamybabies

@cbsghostsmetasandtrevor

@obeythefloof

@drawingfandoms1927

@httpshunter

@fallowtail

@petersthree

@flutterbyoz

@foreverglfan

@missielynne

@sakebytheriver

@daniishep

#cbs ghosts #ghosts #bbc fans feel free to participate and just switch jay and Mike #bbc ghosts #ghosts cbs #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #fanfics #ten day challenge #tag each other! #repost #let’s fill up ao3 and tumblr with our fics guys

[apatheticlexicographer]

confession: whenever i see a textpost on my dash with any of the names [steve, eddie, buck/y], it takes me active mental effort to figure out if it's referring to Popuar MCU Ship Stucky [steve/bucky], Popular Stranger Things Ship Steddie [steve/eddie], or Popular 911 Ship Buddie [buck???/eddie]

they need to invent more names for white men. for my sanity

#and then i'm wrong and it ends up being a reddie post 🤐🤐 #AND LIKE I DON'T EVEN SHIP ANY OF THESE EITHER (no shade they just aint my thing or i haven't even seen the source material) #(except reddie. read a lot of reddie fanfic before i ever tried watching the movies and honestly the fics were better) #lexi stfu challenge #should i tag this??? #mm i don't wanna infringe #oh whatever. i'll untag if it annoys anyone 😭😭 #are other ship tags even hostile like that or are bylers just built different??? we shall see i suppose #stucky #steddie #buddie