𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 { 𝟏/𝟏𝟐 - 𝟐𝟓/𝟏𝟐 }
i'm back with another event ! this time focusing on the festive season [ definitely the best season ]. i have 25 festive prompts at your disposal !
festive prompt list ✦ who i write for
🤍 - snowball ( send me a prompt and a character and i'll make a moodboard of the two combined )
❄️ - snowflake ( send me a prompt and a character and i'll write some headcanons regarding it. )
⛸ - ice skating ( send me a character and a prompt from the list and i'll write a short fic about it )
🐻❄️ - polar bear ( send me a christmas song and i'll write something based on the lyrics )
send all asks to my inbox! the earlier you send it in the earlier it will be posted. i am posting these in order of submission.
please try to send your asks in before december so i can set up the queue to make sure i get the content out every day !!
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I go back and forth between my interests,,,
Like a goddamn tennis game
I am insufferable lmao
• • • A while back already I had seen similar edits done and idk I've just thought about it again because it lives in the woods can never really leave my mind nor heart lol and so I just did my own version ! :) hope you like it !
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Prompt: Tied up (Discord Drabble)
*cracks knuckles. i warned the stwg i'd turn a potential spicy prompt into something silly.
"More slack!" Robin calls over her shoulder, barely moving so she can stay in place while jumping on the spot.
It elicits a huff from Max, but she follows the instruction, taking a step forward as she continues twirling the jump rope stretching across the Harrington's ample driveway.
"This isn't going to work," she says in sing-song.
"Yeah, it is," Steve says, rubbing his hands together.
He positions himself like he's about to run a sprint, watching the rhythm of Robin jumping, the rope swirling around her and skidding the pavement as she jumps once more.
"Count down from five!" Lucas says, looking Robin up and down with apprehension.
"Five!" Robin beams.
"Four," Max chimes sarcastically.
"Three," Steve says to himself.
"Two," Lucas grimaces.
"You got this, Steve," Dustin says, voice much closer to Steve's ear than it should be.
He claps a rousing hand on his back as Robin yells, "One!" and he falters, missing the count.
"Goddamn it, Dustin!" Lucas whines.
"Wait, wait!" Steve says, gesticulating to shush everyone.
He's closer to the rope now, rocking backwards with each swing. He counts in his head now, five... four... three.. two.
One.
"Suck! It! Max!" Robin, each word punctuated with a jump, "Told you Steve and I were in sync enough to Double Dutch!"
"Shit," Steve shrieks, dipping his head when the rope brushes his hair on the next upswing, "Swing the rope higher!"
He isn't sure who moves. Someone steps in too far. Or he trips... Or Robin moves her arms...
Whatever it is, the rope twists around them and Robin begins to fall.
She screams and Steve dives for her, managing to twist around at the last second to break her fall. It all sends him crunching shoulder-first onto the driveway.
"Ow!" he hisses, the rope pulling tight around his legs as if one of the kids is pulling on it.
He attempts to move his arms but they are stuck in place too, holding Robin tight. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she pants away, winded and panicked.
"Guys..." she breathes, lifting her head, "A little help? We're kinda all tied up here."
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