#promptober 2020
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PROMPTOBER!!
@solfell created this writing -ober back in 2020 and I've been doing it every october since (with varying success year by year). I still plan on using prompts from the original cards but thought it'd be fun to make more b/c I love words. ty el for giving me the template to use
text of the words below the cut (LONG):
CARD ONE:
WITCH
CANDLE
SILENCE
ELEMENTAL
HOT
SECRET
BURY
VEINED
COAST
NIGHTFALL
QUEEN
WOVEN
CATHEDRAL
LAUGHTER
DISGUST
SHELL
BROOK
GLASS
ALCHEMY
LOCK
LANTERN
DANGER
CHAIN
CORAL
SPIDER
WOODEN
PATTERN
CROWN
SCRATCHING
POWER
SKULL
CARD TWO:
WOUNDED
TURGID
BEVY
SLAYER
PALATABLE
BLOOM
KITH
RUN
BRACKISH
SNAKE
STITCH
SUNLIGHT
HIDDEN
MYTH
CLEAVE
WRATH
SMOKE
CULT
NUMB
LEAF
BLITHE
BUMBLE
MATCH
EMPTY
UPWELLING
SMITH
LIE
PUCKISH
STEEL
ENVY
THORN
CARD THREE:
APPLE
REDOLENT
CREATURE
POCKET
LEATHER
INSOMNIA
TERRENE
BOUND
SHEAF
HEALER
EDIFICE
PEARL
PIGMENT
IVY
PALM
LOYAL
REMORSE
RUST
POOL
LOWER
BLUSH
AMITY
EMBER
CORRUPT
PATINA
KISMET
KEEL
STOOP
BOOK
ANCIENT
ONYX
CARD FOUR:
LAUREL
TRELLIS
LAKE
CHARCOAL
ERUPT
GRACE
NARROW
OCHRE
BRUISE
TEASE
BURNISH
KVETCH
LODESTONE
AQUILINE
CANVAS
FLASK
IVORY
CHARNEL
JADE
QUOTIDIAN
CAIRN
LABYRINTH
ECLIPSE
PITH
ORCHARD
WINTER
TIPPLE
FANGS
INTIMATE
HONEY
ZEPHYR
CARD FIVE:
APRICOT
CURTAIL
LURID
KELOID
FUR
LUKEWARM
CANOPY
FORMAL
BITTERSWEET
FRAGMENT
LIMPET
KNEEL
RIPOSTE
FLORAL
SMILE
HIKE
STAVE
APOGEE
DRAIN
EFFIGY
DENUDE
CARAFE
POUCH
GINGER
SOAK
AUBERGINE
DEARTH
APHOTIC
BECALM
SIGN
WALTZ
CARD SIX:
ALONE
FORGOTTEN
SILK
WHET
BRITTLE
POEM
PORT
NETTLE
ASKANCE
HARP
CHOKE
RUTILANT
MILL
SEVER
CRAVE
CHISEL
BEREFT
SERRATED
DALLIANCE
BESET
FOMENT
CHASTEN
WEALTH
FAVOURITE
BEGUILE
COMPROMISE
OAK
LACQUER
WILD
AMPLE
HALLOW
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Happy Life: Owlhane
Primary Pairing: YohaRiko
Words: 514
Rating: G
Time Frame: Sometime during their college years
Prompt: Pianissimo
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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 14th
Summary: Yohane dresses as an owl
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“Are you really going to eat dinner dressed like that?” Riko inquired.
“Dressed like what?” Yoshiko returned a question of her own. “This is Yohanowl’s natural garb!”
“You said earlier that it was your newest garb.”
“Geh…”
“Also, wouldn’t Owlhane sound better?”
Yoshiko pondered for a moment. “Perhaps… Owl… hane…” she sounded it out before nodding. “Yes, Owlhane is better. It seems the elite little demon knows best.”
“I’m back to being a little demon again?”
“I-I mean angel ascended!”
“I thought I was the guardian of Owlhane’s prey?”
“Mohhh… Riri!” Yoshiko whined, waving her arms in frustration, making it look like she was actually flapping her wings due to her owl outfit.
Riko couldn’t help laughing a bit at the absurd, and thus very Yoshiko, scene before her. It was exceptionally cute as far as she was concerned.
“I must say,” Riko said after a moment, “that costume is very well made. Your wings are actually silent, like a real owl.”
Yoshiko grinned with pride. “Of course it is well made! Yo… Owlhane herself had a ha… wing?... claw in its creation!” She flapped again. “Although I must admit it’s not completely silent. I’m not sure that’s possible without using actual owl feathers. Nonetheless, Owlhane insisted that we strive to at least achieve pianissimo!”
Riko wondered for a moment if it was selfish to assume Yoshiko used a music term to refer to her costume because she was dating a pianist. Obviously, Yoshiko knew the term from her time singing as a school idol, but Riko couldn’t recall her using music terms outside of such situation. Or perhaps she did, and Riko only started noticing after the two became a couple. Still, intentionally introducing words from her girlfriend’s interest into her normal daily lexicon seemed very much like something Yoshiko would do.
“Eh?” Riko startled away from her thoughts as a feathered wing flapped near her.
“See?” Yoshiko asked, having moved around the table while Riko was distracted with her thoughts. “It’s just barely audible, but you can hear it. But with everything else happening on stage, I doubt anyone in the audience will notice.”
“I couldn’t hear it from across the table.” Riko admitted.
“Pianissimo achieved!” Yoshiko declared.
Audience. Stage. Riko recalled. “That reminds me, Yocchan hasn’t told me what this new play is about.”
“Oh, well you see…” Yoshiko began to explain excitedly as she returned to her seat.
The couple began to discuss the upcoming play being planned by the theater club Yoshiko had joined at the college they both attended. It was an original work written by a group of students in the literature club based on an amalgamation of several myths and legends. Yoshiko had been assigned the role of a wise owl that would assist the protagonist along their journey.
Riko listened intently to Yoshiko’s descriptions while trying not to laugh whenever the owl costume interfered with Yoshiko’s meal. It all made for an enjoyable, if again, a bit absurd, time. But, such was often the case when one loved and lived with a purported fallen angel.
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Author's Note Continued: Some readers may remember my entry for Promptober 2021 that I called Yohanowl. It was a quickly written, silly idea I had while trying to fall asleep. And since it was a bonus entry already, I didn't bother with much editing or whatnot. The important part was that I enjoyed writing it.
But it has apparently stuck with me, as it was the first thing to come to mind when I started thinking about the entry for this year, and my self-challenge to include the prompts from the two prior years that I participated; there was a Promptober 2020 edition, but I hadn't joined IFH by that time.
Honesty, I've no idea how much I will delve into this made up play for Yohane's college theater club, where she plays an owl. I don't even know what myths or legends I would draw on, I just typed that out for the sake of giving Yohane something to explain. But gods help me if it turns into some massive story arc or the like...
And for the record, Owl was the prompt from '21 and Wonder was from '22.
#YohaRiko#YoshiRiko#Sakurauchi Riko#Tsushima Yohane#Happy Life#fanfic#Promptober 2023#YohaRiri#Tsushima Yoshiko
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About thr less and less fandom interaction
In general the fandom slows down after a few months of the release of a show or season, so it's normal that fics will get less notes or the amount of fics that are written goes down significantly, because the initial hype is slowly dying. Which is sad to see, people nowadays (at least I'm guilty of it) can't hold their attention onto one thing for a longer period of time. It's also due to that we are constantly getting new stuff because of streaming. Netflix and co, come up with new stuff every month that is good so it's easy to get roped into other stuff and lose focus on that one thing.
I've been here since 2019 (not on this blog but I had another before) and basically in 2020/21 and even in the beginning of this year the ST fandom was not very active, there were less fanfics or interactions (from my perspective as I was also in other fandoms). In 2020 there was a short time during the pandemic that was pretty active, because most people had to stay home, rediscover the show etc. I found many new blogs during that time that are still around, but in those two years there were times, where they were barely online because there was no new content really.
Plus like others said, fandom nowadays is so much more spread out on different sites. For example many people here also use Discord, they have their groups there. Then we have tiktok, which no thank you for me because the takes I've seen give me a headache. Reddit is also huge, like twitter, tumblr and various fanfiction sites to publish your stuff. Sometimes I wish we could have less places, to have a tighter community.
Tumblr is my fav site despite the glaring issues we have on here, I def think due to the new labels some content gets lost because not everyone has them on but I like the vibe here more than on twitter or tiktok.
Also in terms of fics, we just had promptober/smutober a lot of stuff was posted this month, I think it's natural people wanting to get a break, recharge for 12 days of Christmas for example.
A year from now we will even have less content, until the new season starts and depending on the end of the show the fandom will slowly die out over time, as sadly as it is.
You've said it all! I agree with everything. Sadly, the fandom will probably start dying down, especially after the final season. </3
I'll be here for as long as I can, though. I love tumblr, l love the vibe as you said and for me, it's the best place to post fics and interact with the community. I think the only thing we can do for now is enjoy the time we have left, make it count, reblog, leave comments, interact…
Also, the anon earlier was saying that the interaction was dying down in all fandoms, I think, not only for ST. I have no idea why, though 🥺 I'm hoping it'll get better as we approach Christmas, seeing as people will probably have a little more time to read/write.
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REC: tiamatv - Kinktober Day 22: Formalwear/Overstimulation
URL: https://ift.tt/WGSCkpg
“Is there something special you’d like to do for our anniversary, Dean?” Cas asks, curving into him. Dean sighs and tugs at Cas’s hip to rearrange them, grumbling ‘cause his belly’s gotten cold, and Cas lets him be the big spoon this time.“Surprise me,” Dean mumbles, teasingly. (Words: 9,125)
Part 21 of Promptober 2020, Part 2 of Koinophilia
!!!fandom, !!fic, |site:archiveofourown, +fandom:supernatural, ::rating:explicit, ~author:tiamatv, character:castiel.(supernatural), character:dean.winchester, relationship:castiel/dean.winchester, relationship:eileen.leahy/sam.winchester, ::category:m/m, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:alpha/beta/omega.dynamics, ~ao3:alpha.castiel/omega.dean.winchester, ~ao3:artist.castiel.(supernatural), ~ao3:established.relationship, ~ao3:fluff.and.smut, ~ao3:fireman.dean.winchester, ~ao3:top.castiel/bottom.dean.winchester, ~ao3:(no-one.is.surprised.by.now.that.they're.switches.right?), ~ao3:oral.sex, ~ao3:rimming, ~ao3:overstimulation, ~ao3:edging, ~ao3:knotting
#i eat fic for breakfast#fic recs#via:pinboard#schrödinger's content warnings#queue me up scotty#goddamnit ifttt
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Promptober Day 26: Lost
#promptober
Potential plot hooks for my Monster of the Week game.
This one is a subplot running through my Monster of the Week series, Des Moines After Dark.
Key members of the Des Moines Remote Viewing Society are lost as of 2022. The data gathered by the trio is also missing in places. Some may have been confiscated by the government or black budget interests. The group went their separate ways in 2020 under mysterious circumstances. (*Then again, it was…
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Day 29: Soulmates
Soulmates
The Darkling x reader
Word Count: 729
Everyone had a name scrawled across their wrist, one that belonged to the person with the other half of their soul or so the myth told, in a color that somehow represented that person. The name appeared on a person’s arm when they turned eighteen, whether or not the other person was even born yet. Granted, such cases were rare, but it’d still been recorded to happen. It was old news, something that everyone and their dog knew.
What was strange was the name that appeared on your wrist when you came of age. ‘Aleksander Morozova’. Such an odd name for someone. Especially when one considered the fabled Morozova’s stag. As far as you or anyone around you knew, no one had had that last name since the famous grisha, Ilya, died. Whenever anyone caught sight of the harsh black lettering of the odd name, it never failed to give you grief. Some were simply curious, after all no one you had ever heard of had a name in stark black. Some demanded answers you simply didn’t have, such as the location of that mythical stag. Others got oddly violent, though you never knew why. So you learned to wear a bracelet or sleeves to hide the name.
All of that changed when the grisha testers came, though. It was pretty obvious that you were an Inferni. You’d known it for years, but you hadn’t wanted to leave your family so you kept quiet about it. Still, you didn’t hide your gifts. Nor did you hide the name when it came to the whole ‘joining the second army’ thing. It was standard protocol for them to record everyone’s soulmate’s names in case a match showed up.
You, however, seemed to be a special case. Instead of being housed with the older grisha, you found yourself being led to a more secluded area of the Little Palace. A darker area. One that exuded opulence of a different nature than that of the Grand Palace.
“Where are we going?” you asked the servant that was carrying what few things you still had.
The skittish looking woman merely shook her head. Before long, you found yourself ushered into what looked to be a common area in these dark, strange chambers and quickly abandoned to wait alone.
It took several minutes, but eventually a cool, male voice broke the suffocating quiet, “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Y/N.”
You could feel the fire licking at your fingertips as you started, head whipping to the side to see who had managed to sneak up on you. “Who’s there?” you demanded of the shadows at the edges of the room that hid whatever figure was speaking to you.
“An Inferni,” he mused, still hidden away. “I suppose that is fitting considering everything.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“And with a personality to match.” A chuckle rumbled around you. “Nevertheless, you can relax, dearheart.” Your heart just about stopped when the Darkling himself casually waved a pale hand to dismiss the veil of darkness that’d been rendering him invisible. “You’ll never be in any danger from me.”
“Sir,” you greeted stiffly with an awkward little nod. You’d never been one for bowing, anyway, no reason to start now. “I didn’t realize it was you; I apologize for my tone. But I must ask: Why am I here?”
“That, at least, is simple.” He paused in order to pull off a leather cuff that was fastened to his wrist. Once it was gone, it was only the simple matter of tipping his hand up that sent his billowing sleeve up to his elbow and exposed the red, familiar script of your own name.
“Aleksander . . .” you breathed, eyes slowly dragging back up to meet his grey ones.
“No one has called me that in a very long time,” he murmured, stepping closer to you.
You were forced to tilt your head back in order to keep eye contact. “That’s what happens when you forge a position called the Darkling, I suppose.”
“And that’s just what I managed to do on my own.” A terrible, almost feral smile spread across his face much like the shadows that writhed around the two of you. “Imagine what we could do together.”
Your own grin tugged at your lips, yours equally cruel as his. “Color me interested.”
#the darkling x reader#the darkling imagine#aleksander morozova x reader#aleksander morozova imagine#reader insert#shadow and bone imagine#grishaverse imagine#fantober2020#promptober 2020#Octoberwritingchallenge2020
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Sleepovers with your friends >>
Pomptober 2020: Movie Marathon
POV: you go on a sleepover with your friend group (choose one below or all lol) and have a movie marathon
Hinata, Kenma, Lev, Kageyama
Most likely at Kenma’s house bc you guys initially planned to play video games and he has all the resources
started off playing games and kenma teaching everyone how to play
Kenma always scolding Lev bc he sucks at playing the game
Hinata and kags busy competing with each other as usual
oh + kageyama and Kenma bonding time??
when it’s movie time, you all have a hard time choosing the first one bc everyone has different opinions
you decide on a game of rock, paper scissors who’s movie will be watched first
Lev shouting spoilers before it happens (he seems like that type of person lmaofjds)
“Aw man I remember that scene! This is where she ends up falling to her death hahah- oh sorry lol”
*you death stare at him*
Kageyama getting tired and sleepy bc nothing keeps him interested besides volleyball and milk
Hinata yelling at him for being so rude
Everyone eventually falls asleep towards the 5th movie except you and kenma who somehow stay up til 4am (dw he’s used to it)
Tsukishima, Yamaguchi
Yamaguchi’s house :))
He told everyone to bring a plushie bc it’s a plushie party
You bring a cute otter plushie, Tsukki brings his dino plushie, and Yamaguchi w his puppy plushie
Horror movies + disney movies +Harry Potter
You guys all got blankets and tucked into sleeping bags while watching the movie
You and Yams hugging each other while watching the horror movie, scared and Tsukki yawning on the side
“Don’t open the door!” You would say with your hands over Yamaguchi’s eyes and his over yours
Tsukki is the type to point out all the unrealistic parts that’s why he’s not scared
“Shut up, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi tells him
*Tsukishima shocked pikachu face* “Hey that’s my line”
Tsukki would fall asleep first, then you
and then Yamaguchi who would make sure you’re all tucked in well with your plushies ^3^
Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi
Bokuto’s house
y’all had dinner there too (yes. meat.)
Superhero movies (Marvel/ DC), some romcoms
Bokuto’s eyes would sparkle as he watches the superheroes in action
“I wonder if I look like that when I’m playing volleyball! Guys! Do I look like that?!”
“Yes” , “uh-huh”, “of course” the three of you respond
“Alright!” He smiles widely
Also face masks! (gotta take care of your skin) which was Kuroo’s idea
Akaashi is half-watching the movie, eyes closed, relaxing into the mask
Kuroo and Bokuto making endless jokes/ puns from scenes
You kinda laugh at their remarks while Akaashi shakes his head, listening too
“It wasn’t that funny” he says looking at u, fighting a smile. “Okay fine it was kinda funny”.
Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yamamoto
Tanaka’s house
absolute chaos
arm wrestling challenge with each other (yes u are included)
Nishinoya wins lol
comedy + some sad movies
you guys bursting in laughter and then hugging each other in the next movie
“Not Jackkk!!” Yamamoto cries and punches a pillow
“Man, f that iceberg” Tanaka grabs a tissue
“Poor Rose” you sniff
“ya’ll are a bunch of wusses” Nishinoya would say but then cry when you all fall asleep
a lot of inside jokes were created during this event
Oikawa, Iwaizumi
Iwaizumi’s house
Oikawa trying to cuddle Iwaizumi but then gets punched
gives up and then cuddles w you
Iwa falling asleep during one movie
Oikawa prompts you to join him in pranking iwa
“cmon [y/n]!! I’ll draw on his face and you’ll take the pic!”
you end up doing it but feel guilty
Oikawa ends up sleeping but you’re still awake
The sound of the TV makes Iwa wake up
You tell Iwa what happened while he was asleep
Thus, revenge on Oikawa has commenced
But little do you know they would do it to you to once you fell asleep
#idk this was fast#haikyuu x reader#Haikyuu POV#haikyuu fic#i almost didnt include kags in the first one oop#promptober#promptober 2020#haikyuu hcs#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu friendgroups#haikyuu squads
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Day #02
PROMPTOBER 2020
Day #02
Leaves
Hello! Day 2 of my very slow speed run through Promptober 2020! Today’s Character is Diluc from Genshin Impact owo. This was inspired by a song titled Leaves by Ben&Ben
Warning: ANGST like, angst angst but short angst.
Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader
“And all will be alright in time.” She hummed to the boy laying down on her lap. He felt at ease, he felt at home. He looked up to her and she smiled. He took in all her features, this beautiful girl was singing for him and he loved her. Her h/c hair flowing in the wind, soft to touch. Her bright e/c eyes shone like she was smiling every time. He loved her with all his heart.
Every time he would feel rather sad, she would sing a special song to him, “Leaves” she called it. She told him that just like the song says, leaves will always grow…
“Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees…” y/n sings as she runs her fingers through her lover’s hair. The sun was high and the warmth was just right, just like how they were for each other.
Diluc opens his eyes to stare at hers, “You always sing this song, my love.”
She laughs, “It’s because of its meaning...silly.”
He opens one eye as he arches an eyebrow, “Hmm?”
“For no matter what happens, life will go on and people will continue to grow.”
“And we will continue to love each other?”
She kisses him lightly, “Forever.”
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Diluc jolts up with a shock, he looks around and sees that he is alone, in his bedroom. He saw her once more… The woman he loved, the woman he cherished. He never thought of any woman but her. People respected her and loved her, everyone in Mondstadt knew her to be the angel of the land.
But he couldn’t save her. No one could.
y/n was a fighter, she always was. On a mission with her lover and a few knights, she had sacrificed herself to save him… and to this day he lives, unable to forgive himself.
Would that be what she had wanted though? He recalled the lines of the song as he sang to himself.
“You never really love someone until you learn to forgive.” Maybe someday, he would.
His tears fall as sniffles turn into sobs and it turns into screams of agony. Someday, he would forgive himself, but he didn’t want to forget just yet.
#genshin impact imagines#Genshin impact#genshin imagines#genshin impact diluc#genshin diluc x reader#diluc x reader#diluc ragnvindr#diluc#genshin diluc#genshin impact diluc x reader#promptober2020#mia speedrunning through promptober#promptober 2020#promptober
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Trouble [Genevieve]
Evie found a trail of destruction she assumed was her own and followed it until she met a path that led back to Vasselheim. It took her the better part of the morning and afternoon to pick her way home, barren of any belongings but her clothes. She looked out of place on the road next to its travellers, saddled up, with carts of wares, or hefting satchels and weapons.
Harder was picking apart her fractured thoughts, but she had both the time and space to try. Fact: she was forcibly turned into something either by magic or disease. The wide, pale eye of the moon and the wolf bite throbbing in her thigh gave her reason to believe lycanthropy, but—that terrified her.
As she saw it, she had two responsibilities: finding out who she killed—or maimed, or hopefully only hurt—seeing if they were alive, and seeing that her daughter and partner were cared for. After that—she didn’t know. Could she look into a cure? Would the Slayer's Take accept her, turn her away, or chase her out? How did she even find out if she was a lycanthrope beyond waiting for the next full moon? What would Vasselheim's reaction be—execution? Exile? How had she made it out of the city without being downed by the guards?
There was no cure to lycanthropy that she knew of, not once you’d had your initial turn.
Her concerns rose to a boil by the time she reached her neighbourhood. The sight wasn’t the anodyne for her nerves she’d hoped for; her house and Adam's store was cordoned off with rope and guards conversed around it. The window to her bedroom was shattered and broken shards of glass littered the lawn. She jogged over.
“Sorry, ma’am, no entry allowed,” one of the guards piped up, extending a hand to stop her. A half-elf woman.
“This is my home,” Evie said, throat dry, peering over her head to try and see inside. The front door hung open and she heard more voices coming from within. The blood roaring in her ears made it difficult to tell apart specific words, but she didn’t remember her hearing ever being so sensitive, either.
The guards exchanged a look, then gauged her closer, leaning forward. “Do you know anything about the murder that took place here?”
“Murder?” Evie asked, nearly tripping over the word. She wanted to grab the soldier by the shoulders and shake all the answers out, but she knew that would lead to more trouble than she was already in. “Who?”
“A human man,” the other guard said, a dragonborn. “Believe his name was Adam Lindholm. Tailor. This was his shop.”
Evie’s body went cold. Despair of seismic proportions rumbled at her feet, something she didn’t—couldn’t—fully understand yet, but would rend her in two from the inside out. Being buried alive would have been preferable to this.
They watched her closely. “You knew him?”
Knew. Past tense already, for them. She couldn’t lie away what must have been her expression. “Yes.” She clutched her shirt and wheezed out, “What about a girl? A young girl.”
“We found a half-orc girl,” the half-elf confirmed. “She was distressed but unharmed.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s in our care now. I’m to assume she’s your daughter, and Adam was your partner?”
Evie allowed the barest dip of her chin. Another yes.
“I’m sorry,” the dragonborn said. “Were you…home, last night?”
Evie couldn’t play a game of chess when her board was greased up and on fire. But to segue from one problem to the next unscathed, she needed to be smart.
“Not for this,” she lied. And in a way, she wasn’t—but nobody could corroborate her story unless she asked them to, so she couldn't say she was at the guildhall. “I left after putting my daughter to bed. Can I...see him?”
“I’m not sure you want to,” the dragonborn said solemnly.
“I’m afraid you’ll need to come with us,” the half-elf said. “I’m sure you’d like to see your daughter, and you’re the only suspect we have right now.”
Suspect. There was a schism in her—Evie committed a crime she wasn’t conscious for. Lycanthropy was a lit fuse from weeks ago that only finally met the explosive the night before.
She wasn’t just a suspect, she was the perpetrator. It was with that word she knew, bone-deep, that she had killed her partner. The blood she’d washed off in the river was his. There was no coming out unscathed when almost all had already been lost.
#promptober 2020#one of the ones i didn't love at the time but came back to edit to make it salvageable#mostly i just don't know what guard protocol is in this situation lmao#writing tag#writing: genevieve#genevieve#promptober#exandria
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First bound to serve crown and country by the Judge living in his bones, no matter the cost of the order. Then tied in marriage to save his fractured timeline from further destruction by invaders from a different universe. Sans is really sick of promises, but he’s resigned to keeping them. Every King needs an heir, and Sans...he just wants a bottle of ketchup.
Spicy Kedgeup | Sequel | Promtober 2020
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Let's get promtober 2020 started!
#undertale#trothsworn#oathbound#spicy kedgeup#spicy kustard#kustard#underfell#sans#papyrus#underfell sans#underfell papyrus#fanfiction#promtober#promptober 2020
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DAY 3. BULKY
The Heart Between Kingdoms universe. In which Daniel and Esmae empathize with each other's bigness in Evrosea ✨
"Why are you walking so slow?" Esmae asked, stopping in her tracks and looking back at Daniel.
They were not far from the glamour barrier that led into Evrosea—she could see the shimmer up ahead.
"No reason," he said, his smile forced. "Come along, we don't want to be late."
He took her hand, and she guided him to the barrier. Seeing as they were expected, they had no trouble passing through. Daniel's grip on her hand tensed when they approached the first row of trees inlaid with miniature fairy homes.
"You're still afraid of scaring everyone?" she surmised with a gentle smile.
Color flushed his cheeks. "Even you couldn't prepare me for feeling so… giant."
She hugged his arm, leaning into him as she looked wistfully at the kingdom that she had once been the perfect size for. "I know how you feel."
Taking comfort in their shared discomfort, they slowly made their way toward the castle.
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wc-tober | day 3 | favorite po3 character
:misery: don't look at me i did it again im a day late
This october, I'm doing a warrior cats month-long challenge since I don't really draw anything more than that! I found this prompt list on tumblr by trans-redtail. Here's a link if anyone's interested in what the prompts are!
Look, the only reason why I didn't choose Hollyleaf was... idk I think I really enjoyed Jayfeather's povs more. hollyleaf really shined more in oots and her novella.
I'll also upload day 4 today, which is Favorite OotS character.
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Promptober Day 18: Stars
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27085564
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Whumptober day 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? (Isolation) with a touch of day 4 (Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building)
Fandom: The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest
Rating: Gen
Warnings: claustrophobia, trapped in a cave
Characters: Jessie Bannon
Words count: 250
This is(n't) how it ends
AO3
This is how it ends.
This time, she won’t find her way out.
This time, the boys won’t be able to find a way in.
This time, her Dad will get there too late and all he’ll find is her corpse.
She paces the small, irregular cavern. It’s twelve steps at the longest, but she probably walked miles already. Round and round. Like a goldfish in a too small fishbowl.
At least there’s no water.
She thinks there’s no water.
She’s deep in the mountains, hundreds of feet above the water level.
There might be a river.
The cave must have come from somewhere.
There was probably water running through the walls. She could almost hear it, if she paid close enough attention.
If she put her ear to the cold stone wall.
If she held her breath and waited.
It rumbled in her ears like a torrent.
This was how she dies – alone, and trapped, and drowning under the furious gush of water bursting through stone.
Except… it’s not.
It’s not the sound of water carving its way though stone she hears.
She can hear voices echoing on the other side.
Muffled though the rock, she can hear her name.
Her heartbeat picks up, but it’s not fear this time.
She starts to shout. As loud as she can.
She needs to let them know where she is.
She bangs her fists and kicks at the wall.
Eventually, she hears rock scrape against rock and familiar voices become clearer.
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TW:!! BL0/D S3Lf H4RM, C/TS, ST4BB/NG
As much as I could physically do for Promptober part 1/2
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