#self-imposed drabble challenge

[ashfae]

In the Beginning

“In the beginning,” said Brian, lying on the grass, “there was nothing. Then God said ‘Let there be light.’ And there was still nothing--” He flashed a grin at his friends. “--but now you could see it!”

Pepper groaned. “That’s ridiculous.”

“And it doesn’t make any sense,” said Wensleydale. “How can you see nothing?”

“I dunno,” said Adam, considering this. “I think I get it. Like…just a huge white space, waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Pepper asked sarcastically. “Brian to spill something on it?”

“Actually, yeah,” said Adam, looking up. “Something like that. Needing someone to come and mess it up.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091118/chapters/118641076 - by Ashfae

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens drabble #ineffable may #the them #drabbles #why am I doing this? #no idea #to kick my writing butt in gear I suppose #season two hype #who knows #self-imposed drabble challenge #wish me luck

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Adventure: Dreamy Drabble, 12 June 2023

special big huge Thank You! to @starcrosseddeancas for the awesome prompts, cheerleading, and running this Dreamy Drabble ❤️

deancas ust, 100 words

"I'd go on any adventure with you." Sam's sincerity made nearby diners gasp.

Dean gritted his teeth.

Cas, hand clasped in Sam's, nodded. "Of course I'll marry you."

The restaurant burst into applause. Dean considered fratricide.

Elsewhere, a dozen trays clanged to the floor; Rowena appeared tableside, hands covered in bloody glitter.

"Gentlemen, we need to hurry." She fled through the fire exit. 

"Thanks for helping with the distraction," Sam told Cas in the alley.

Dean said under his breath, to no one, "I could've gotten engaged to Cas too, you know."

"You still could," Cas pointed out.

Dean hiccuped.

#dreamydrabble #deancas #destiel #spn #drabbles #fic #i had so much fun doing these 8 prompts #100 words is so few words but i enjoyed the self-imposed challenge of that a lot! #shout out to the insane cafe i ate in today that inspired this specific prompt #they put glitter on everything there; i can easily imagine monsters running the kitchen somehow

[hp-fearfest]

The spooky season may *technically* be over, but we here at HP Fear Fest HQ refuse to pass on to the other side just yet. We're like that super discounted, leftover bag of candy that got lost behind all the winter holiday decorations at the supermarket. Terrifying.

Find the 31 Days of Fear Fest Masterlist below the cut! Thank you and congratulations to everyone who created something for this year's challenge, you've ensured that we will be sleeping with the lights on for the foreseeable future...😱

If you created something for the fest and don't see it listed here, send us an ask or a message and let us know asap!

Until next year, you little gremlins! We'll be watching you 👀 -The HPFF Mods 👻

Daily: 

🎃 Day 1: Body Snatchers–Heart

👻 Replaced by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 it was the only way to save him by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: mild body horror, open ending 👻 reverse psychology by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 364 | G] 👻 [ART and Drabble] Heart by @xgardensinspace [Neville/Ron | 97 | T] cw: blood and gore

🎃 Day 2: They Never Suspected a Thing–Trapped

👻 He Did It by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]

🎃 Day 3: From the Deep–Buried

👻 Restoration by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 240 | M] cw: implied necromancy, character death, illness, gore, grief 👻 Drowning by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD

🎃 Day 4: The–Changeling Soul

👻 Hissing by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 outside over there by @chamomileteafuel [Drarry | 430 | M] cw: implied miscarriages 👻 rené by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 392 | T] cw: blood

🎃 Day 5: Ghost Story–Haunt

👻 still life by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T] cw: ghosts 👻 Hide and Seek by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | M] cw: MCD 👻 A Ghost's Funeral by @lumosatnight [Cedric/Fred, G, 1.1k]

🎃 Day 6: Cursed Artifact–Possession

👻 Tethered by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] cw: illness

🎃 Day 7: There’s Something in the Attic–Scream

👻 Inheritance by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 Bury the Sound by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 303 | T] cw: distorted reality, self-imposed isolation

🎃 Day 9: It Was a Dark and Stormy Night–Cold

👻 Outage by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T]

🎃 Day 10: The Shivers–Agony

👻 Orion’s Will by @phoebe-delia [Drarry | 353 | M] cw: mcd, illness, curse, grief, unhappy ending

🎃 Day 11: Don’t Look Behind You–Rot

👻 the new generation by @cavendishbutterfly [Drarry | 50 | T]

🎃 Day 14: A Seance–Silence

[ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ginny] cw: body modification, injury

🎃 Day 15: Cult Activity–Poison

👻 A Seaside Picnic by Slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.7k | G]

🎃 Day 16: Disembodied Voices–Hidden

👻 The Manor by @kittycargo [Drarry | 1.2k | T]

🎃 Day 17: Blood Suckers–Hunt

👻 undone by @moonstruckwytch [Drarry | 100 | T] 👻 prey by @dracopetal [Gen | 799 | M] cw: blood and violence cw: dismemberment  👻 [ART] by @xgardensinspace [Ron/Neville] cw: blood and gore

🎃 Day 19: Dark Fairytale–Forest

👻 The Three Ravens by Sniper_Jade [NottPott | 9.4k | E] 👻 no stranger by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 614 | M] cw: MCD, semi-graphic description of death by hanging 👻 [ART] Fairy Kings by @necromanticnoir [M] 👻 The Chase by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | 1.8k | E] cw: rape/non-con

🎃 Day 20: B-Movie–Omen

👻 Deathly Design by slashaholic666 [Severus & Sirius pre-slash | 5k | T]

🎃 Day 22: Legend Has It–Harvest

👻 The Corpse Spouse by slashaholic666 [Lily/Severus, Sirius/Severus | 200 | G]

🎃 Day 23: Blood Magic–Family

👻 A Drop Will Do by slashaholic666 [Sirius/Severus | G | 986] cw: forced bonding

🎃 Day 24: Don’t Let It In–Nightmare

👻 Don't Let It In by brit_girl/@drarrysworlds [Gen | M | 8k] cw: torture, blood, posession

🎃 Day 25: Feed the Beast–Hunger

👻 Loveliest by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | 182 | M] cw: blood rituals

🎃 Day 28: Necromancy–Undead

👻 Bait by slashaholic666 [Severus/Sirius/Regulus | G | 516] cw: zombie 👻 Matter of by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] 👻 Death and Undeath by @lumosatnight [Fred/George | 3.1k | E] cw: MCD, incest, sibling incest, necromancy, necrophilia, graphic description of corpses, human sacrifice, poison, kidnapping, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

🎃 Day 29: I Know What You Did–Curse

👻 as if i'll ever know how by @vivantesopales [Tomarry | T | 100] cw: unhealthy relationship, codependency, mind-kidnapping

🎃 Day 31: The Darkness Answers Back–Alone

👻 Strays of the Night by Belladonnalee [Albus Severus/James Sirius | 3.8k | M] cw: incest, sibling incest, mentions of blood 

🎃 Ongoing:

👻 In the Garden of Shadows by @alexandra-emerson tumblr ao3 [75.4 k | M] Prompt(s): Doppelganger–stranger Ship(s): Dramione Warnings: violence, dark themes, and sex Summary: When Draco was a boy, he tried to catch the sun. He lined a basket with small mirrors and praised his cleverness as he watched the light dancing in the trap he’d made. Then, the sun set, and the night stole his prize. He tried again and again, but never managed to hold the light for longer than a day. Sometimes he feared it was the same with him and Hermione. That it was just a matter of time before the sun set for them, leaving him in a world of shadows. That he'd be stuck weeding a field of endlessly growing dark thoughts until they finally overtook him. A story about running from the past, and what happens when it catches up…

👻 the echo of an axe by luminae [19.7 k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Drarry Warnings: Dubcon, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death Summary: Draco gets attacked on his way home. He doesn't remember much, but it was scary and he desperately needs it to happen again.

🎃 Completed:

👻 you'll have to take the long way down by @theheadgirl tumblr ao3 [22,4k | T] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood Warnings: self-harm, claustrophobia, murder, injury, blood, torture (check for more tags!) Summary: 31 days of fear, as experienced by Percy, Oliver, and Audrey. New prompts posted daily. Tags are for the whole work. Please be mindful of triggers. I tried to tag as much as I could but, fun fact, AO3 limits you to 75.

👻 Wormwood by @ghaniblue tumblr ao3 [13.6k | M] Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts Ship(s): Gen Warnings: psychological horror (check for more tags!) Summary: [...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11) or, the life and death of Regulus Black.

#hp fearfest #hpfearfest2022 #31 days of fear fest #hp fanfiction #hp fanart #hp horror #horror fiction #horror

[after-halours]

Okay the russian roulette aphrodisiacs but what if part of it is having to pretend you didn't get it. And the challenge was having to last as long as possible before your friends caught on. (they know almost the entire time but it's just sooo much fun watching you pretend that you aren't burning up inside. The moan you have to cut off everytime they call you a petname, that you think they don't notice. But they do, all your brain power is giving in to the aphrodisiac making you just a little bit dumber) And that's where it becomes a challenge for the rest of them, as you slowly melt into a putty in their hands with every touch, they have to hold back almost as much as you are. They want nothing more than to give you everything you want but aren't asking for. They can practically smell how aroused you are and it's driving them crazy, but they don't want to be the first to break. It's a challenge of self control for them too.

They're doing everything they can to break you, everything except for what everyone wants. That's the fun of the game, part of the rules set out before hand. They can't do anything until you say you want it, and you're still living in the little fantasy that they still don't know it was your drink that got spiked.

Most of the people in the group would have broken the second the aphrodisiacs kicked in, as soon as the feeling of clothes covering their skin became smothering. Others would have faired a bit better, but as soon as the others caught on and started coaxing them they would have broken. But not you, you think you're so smart, have so much self control. "They're probably so confused why no one's acting weird," you'll think, "maybe they'll blame someone for not adding the aphrodisiac and we'll do another round, and someone else'll get the drink and I'll outlast even them." Then you think,

"What if I got the second shot too?" The thought makes your heart pound faster than it already is, biting your tongue to stiffle another moan.

"What's up babe?" One of your friends asks, wolfish smile on their face that you barely notice.

"N-nothing. I was just... uh, thinking that we sshhhould do anothed round." You manage to get out, choking back a whine as another one of your friends starts playing with your hair, pressing against you with an arm around your shoulders.

You don't see it, too lost in your self imposed internal battle, but your friends all share a surprised look.

"Why would we do that sweetheart?"

"Yeah, you feeling alright?"

"Mmmhhhmm, jus' think maybe we forgot to add the aphrodisiacs 'cause none of us are horny." You are so impressed with yourself for being so well composed and normal. You sound so casual right now.

Now you've piqued their attention. No one says it but they're all thinking the same thing. This isn't russian roulette anymore. This is a carnival game.

"Ohh, yeah. We should do another round then, huh?" They came to a silent agreement there and then, the aphrodisiac was going to you.

"Y-yeah. I mean if you guys wanna." It's so hard to focus on anything but the heat in your gut and how it good it feels having your body pressed into your friends.

Everyone takes another shot, keeping up the illusion of roulette though it's doubtful you would even notice if you were the only one taking a shot. You watch your friends with half lidded eyes, waiting for one of them to slip up or give in. But they don't. You do. Obviously.

-

Okay so my brain just kinda took off with that one post and it started as just a paragraph and turned into a lil drabble. Uh, hope you like it. - HM

looking at this in an extremely normal way . yeah . yeah good shit

#I SHOULDNTTTTTT be reading this while im in between classes this is. a bad idea

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

Time for a self-imposed writing break for all of March. If you see fics/drabbles on my account, they weren't written by me but probably by a ghost... a ghost witter... GhostWriterRiderDirtyThirties!

Ghost Bre!

Lol, but I am gonna try (try being the key word) to take a break during March in preparation for my birthday prompts (in which I'm again torturing challenging myself to write 30 fics/drabbles in 30 days for April) but I've always been bad at taking breaks... So wish me luck! 😆

(Haven't shared a Hamilton gif in a while, so there)

#lol #break #take a break #relaxful March #(supposedly) #I might also write 3 fics just so i can reach 200 before April but thats just a maybe

[coffeedrgn87]

Fic: Harry Potter & The Cursed Christmas Tree

Summary: When Head Auror Potter unexpectedly finds himself with a mistletoe bobbing over his head, Minister Shacklebolt assigns none other than Draco Malfoy to fix things. But despite Malfoy’s efforts to help, things have to get worse before Harry consents to truly trusting his former Hogwarts foe.

Complete, Rated M, ca. 17K.

AN: I’d planned to only write stand-alone drabbles for my little self-imposed December writing challenge, but all that changed when the word “mistletoe” came along and it sparked an idea that ended with me writing a ten-chapter feel-good get-together dorks-in-love story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

#drarry #drarry fanfiction #drarry fandom #drarry fanfic #drarry fic #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry/draco #draco/harry #ron weasley #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco malfoy/harry potter #harry potter/draco malfoy #draco malfoy and harry potter #harry potter and draco malfoy #coffeedragon writes #feel good #Ron is a great friend #Snarky Draco #drarry getting together #first kisses #drarry prompts #prompt fic

[lilyisfrozen]

𝟝𝟘,𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔

Hello, friends! 

It would appear to be National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo - a challenge throughout November that encourages writers to add 50,000 words to their novels. I loved this concept, which was introduced to me by a classmate in one of my online courses, and decided to customize it into something that applied to me more. I’m not writing a novel at the moment, which I’m sure is a surprise.

Both my commission slots are still occupied and some progress has been made. The word counts for these, however, won’t apply to the 50k I do this month. No, this is purely for works I’ll be posting for the public, which also excludes any drabbles I write for my Kofi page (which I’ve been really behind on lately, I’m sorry, Inktober has just been kicking my ass). 

SO what are my self imposed rules?

Well, anything that I’ve completed, I’ll be posting on AO3 at the end of the month. I have a personal list of goals I’d like to meet. No matter if I met the 50k or not, I’ll be posting any of the works I’ve completed so that I could hold myself accountable. Words written only throughout the month of November will count toward the 50k.

I’m really looking forward to this. It’s been since March I’ve dedicated a whole lot of time to writing. It’s felt like I’ve had everything else to do. So, like I did with Inktober, I’m making a challenge out of it. 

Look forward to the end of the month, fam. The clock starts on the 1st of November.

I’d also encourage any other writers to do something similar for themselves. If anyone does, tag me so I can watch your progress!

#just lily thoughts #50k of fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfiction challenge

[purplesoil]

...I'm tired...

Not from the writing challenge (that was self-imposed). But life has been kicking my butt lately and I'm so physically and mentally drained that I don't think I'll be consistent in updating every day.

Which sucks cuz I'm trying to do an experiment, but it is what it is...

Just wanted to update y'all. I will still be writing at least 200 words a day. It's just that I can barely fit a coherent story in 200 words (maybe I should do a drabble challenge) so I end up not content with what I wrote and I don't want to post them until I can make it better. So my 200 words end up in a larger work that's unfinished (so many WIPs rn).

As much as I like to shitpost and write crackfics, I actually want to write more things that I will be proud of when I look back at my year's worth of work. Yea yea, I should be nicer to myself bc my situation sucks right now. I'm learning that. But I'm still irritated at myself. And I still want to write.

I'm just tired.

#updates #gonna be late #woohoo #zzzz

[givereadersahug]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

I'm going to cheat and answer the asks but with a different theme for each one, since I can't choose and self-love, baby! 🤭

Theme: Series

Snarry Hearts | 3 works | 2.6k

A series of Snarry works inspired by @flymetosnarryland's amazing artwork.

2022 HPFC Holiday Bingo | 6 works | 5.6k

A series of works for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Club Discord's Holiday Bingo event.

HP Flowers | 4 works | 5.4k

A series of works inspired by @hp-flowers prompt challenge.

Home is Where the Heart is | 6 works | 3.3 k

A series of drabbles in my self-imposed challenge to set them in either Severus's or Harry's home in a loosely-connected storyline.

Interacting with Unusual Creatures | 2 works | 4.2k

Written in 2016. Percival Graves keeps encountering Newt’s creatures. He’s not sure what to make of it.

The other asks: SK8 the Infinity fics ~ over 3k Drabbles featuring Severus Snape (Non-Snarry)

#asked & answered #myfanfic #harry potter #fantastic beasts

[truly-quirkless-a]

Drabble - Day 15 - Fin’s Burnout

I say ‘out of character’ but this is literally a drabble, fight.- Anyway, you can guess based on the title, this is meant for day fifteen of my self-imposed challenge, just a little drabble about burnout.

Their jaw moved, mouth opening wider only to go to a near-close, no sound escaping despite their mental screaming for it. They were focused on one word, and yet it refused to exist, caught in their thoughts. Fin was internally screeching the word, and yet... It never came out.

“....I love you.” Yagi smiled softly as he rested a hand on the other’s shoulder, watching their head turn in that strange doll-like way it did when they were beyond their breaking point. He hated that they’d done this again, but he’d help them climb back from the mental exhaustion. “...you rest here... I’ll be back soon.” He waited for the slow-nod, watching Fin’s head bob for a few moments.

When the two had first started dating and they’d acted like this, he’d panicked. The retired Hero fretted that some villain had gotten to Fin, had used some Quirk to make them like this- but after they pulled out their phone and his own went off... It had started a small text-based conversation, even as Fin continued to move slightly, each motion of their body just that hair off.

It was something they referred to as a ‘lock-in’. Their mind and their body borderline disconnecting, only the faintest wire keeping them tethered together. Fin could still see the world, knew it was there- but reacting to it was like trying to move through tar. They just needed to relax and recuperate, something Yagi had gotten better at aiding with over time.

Fin hated being like this. They could see him, knew what he was doing- but reacting was a near-impossibility. Their lips moved, no sound leaving- one hand tapping at the air, like that could possibly help them. They got up, legs locking in place as their head dipped to the side. I probably look weird. They wondered how Yagi would react to them in such a state, past memories flickering by even as they took a step, then another. Where were they going?

Yagi’s home had always been spacious compared to their own- they were sure, compared to most. Living as the number one Pro, as well as a teacher, and having his own Hero organization... It had led to the male having plenty of cash, something that never failed to confuse and worry Fin. What if he thought they only liked him for the money?

The sound of a lighter clicking. Fin turned towards the bathroom, head tilting the other way. It hurt, slightly- feeling the muscle and bone complain in response to a near-unnatural lilt they couldn’t quite stop. It took a good chunk of willpower to get their head straight as they stepped up to the bathroom door.

The bathtub set in the floor was slowly filling with a cloudy blue-and-yellow water, a rather expensive looking bath-bomb fizzing away, releasing glitter that would be near-impossible to get out into the tub as multiple jets dumped steaming water into porcelain white. Yagi was hunched over a candle- Fin could just make out the style- strawberry shortcake- their favorite.

“.....thhhh...” They couldn’t even get the word out. Fin felt useless. Here Yagi was, having put in their favorite bath bomb into his bathtub, probably resulting in over an hour of cleaning later- somehow having hidden away a candle they loved until now, lighting it for their sake- they could nearly cry. However, their faint attempt at gratitude caused blonde hair to turn, glowing blue in darkened voids catching on their small frame.

“....you’re welcome, love.” Yagi’s own voice was quiet, his scratchy tone echoing throughout the room, under the rush of running water. Fin’s head began to loll- and then it was tilted to the side again.

“...thhh..” Fin wanted so badly to say it, but they couldn’t. It was lodged, a phrase that now escaped them, how were they supposed to?... They hated it. Hated themself, their warped mind and what resulted if they weren’t at least lightly cautious. Trapped, a prisoner of their own body. Yagi set the lighter down, the click of it on a marble counter nearly too much to bear. He shuffled close, hovering over Fin as he always did- tall, so much so they had to crane their neck to actually look him in the eye. But they couldn’t right now.

A hand big enough to cover their whole face pressed to the side of their head, the palm against their cheek (for the most part). How can you care?

And he was lowering, going down to a knee, form pulling back before he was face-to-face with Fin, just a hint taller than them, now- barely an inch, maybe two. Sunken cheeks, blue in matching twin abysses, and yet he still managed to smile at them, all the same.

“...you go get out of those clothes...bath’ll be ready when you get back.” They wanted to do this for him, make him feel loved- they were being a burden. Unable to truly react, to truly speak- they were just glad he knew there was nothing that could be done. “...would you be okay if I bathed with you?” It was a quiet question, one that had Fin pausing. The gears in their head turned, sluggish, rusty- barely cranking one into another, screeching in protest against their desire for an actual decision. Yagi’s sky-blue orbs flickered away. There was no rush- they could take their time.

Yagi knew they needed it. When they were like this... They still pushed themself at times, like with that attempt at a thanks- it was equal parts painful and calming, an intermix. As the ex-No. 1.... He knew what it was like to go beyond the limits, until one’s mind felt like emotions were hot coals and thoughts were knives. He knew the pain of a lock-in, so burnt out one could barely muster the will to breathe, let alone move. It was stuff he’d learned over time with them, his strange little partner.

“....mhm.” They finally nodded their head. Yagi’s vision flickered back towards them, noting the faint light returning to hazel hues. His smile grew that fraction brighter, lips pressing gently to their forehead, pushing down brown strands of hair and brushing against their skin.

“....then I’ll see you shortly.” A million assurances- on his own down days... Yagi knew Fin would do the same. His hand trailed down, sliding along their neck before it found their shoulder, looking into dimmed eyes that could barely think, barely breathe. “...I love you, Finley.” He let go, retracting his hand- pausing only when Fin’s hand came up, falling loosely over his arm. A soft chuckle escaped him. “...are you trying to capture me?”

Fin’s hand moved, forming a single sign in ASL that Yagi had come to know by heart.

‘I love you.’ They held up their other hand, a half-formed smile resting on their face. Two fingers. ‘Too.’ Fin let go of Yagi’s arm, the loss of contact bemoaned in their mind. Get changed... Get changed. A mission, a rather soft one.

Their quiet exit from the restroom was accompanied by a faint chuckle from the blonde, and for a moment, they could nearly picture his face in their mind- smile ticking just a little upwards, a hint of light returning to their eyes.

#Twenty Days of Fluff | Writer’s Yearly Challenge #Through the night/I face the fears for those who couldn’t fight | writings #Can’t drag me under/Too long I’ve been on the run | Finley Well #Through many battles/I have been tested/I’ve never failed/Never have been bested | Toshinori Yagi #Just one look into your eyes and I knew/I was gonna spend my life with you | Bloody Cinnamon #//old posts\\

[chaotic-anssiindustrial]

So, since I have some troubles focusing on writing lately (you probably can guess the reason), I’ve decided to do a small writing challenge. 

Idk what to call it, a songfic challenge? Maybe? Anyway, I put my playlist on shuffle and write a drabble that matches the general mood of the song, and since I’m a slow writer, I allow myself to loop the song max.2-3 times. 

Oh, and I won’t proofread, so it’s completely raw ‘first draft’ style writing.

Here goes:

1. “No Church On Sunday” Princess Chelsea  (vamp au?)

Pran looked down at the city full of lights, brightening up the black sky.

Cars and motorbikes sped down the streets as people travelled home from work.

He stood on the ledge; arms stretched out to the sides.

He could almost pretend he was alive, if he remembered to draw breath regularly enough.

 “I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice said from behind him.

 Pran closed his eyes. “You always find me, no matter where I go,” he noticed drily, feeling amusement flare through their bond.

 “I’m hungry,” the voice was closer now, almost whispering in his ear. “Come, it’s time to feed.”

 Pran dropped his arms and turned around to face his lover.

 They shared a kiss right there on the rooftop of a building overlooking the city that never truly slept.

 “Let us go then.”

#writing #self-imposed challenge #songfic #fanfic #bad buddy fanfic #patpran fanfic #drabble #ch.a.i. #bad buddy vampire au #will reblog with more later

[magicmalcolm]

“An Impossible Wish” - A 100 Word Drabble (Sami Zayn x Finn Bálor)

“Finn, if you could make one impossible wish come true, what would it be?”

Finn blinked in surprise, eyebrows furrowing in thought as he looked over at Sami.  His partner had an expectant look on his face, eyes inquisitively wide.

He could reply with an obvious answer…world peace, ending world hunger, no more homelessness or poverty, a cure for cancer...

Sami would probably be expecting any one of those answers.  So why not go for the unexpected?

Why not go for the answer that would embarrass his partner the most?

“I’d wish I could somehow love you even more, Sami.”

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[writeyouin]

May i request idw megatron and reader chillin and vibing in a flower field talking abt their lives.

Megatron X Reader – Among the Wildflowers

A/N – Things were very hectic here recently, and I suddenly have a lot going on in my life, so I’m glad that I finally got the chance to get some writing done, starting with this drabble.  

Warnings – None,

Rating – T

Your ran your fingers through the flowers, laying among them in the warm sunlight. You savoured every scent, the sun’s sweet kiss upon your skin, the bird song in the air, and the light breeze that played with your hair, all too aware that you would soon have to return to the ship, though it would be sad to do so.

Heavy footsteps alerted you to a presence and you lazily opened one eye to find Megatron in front of you.

He grimaced, “My apologies, I did not mean to disturb you.”

You push yourself up, resting on your forearms, “You’re not disturbing me. Did you come to see the wild flowers too?”

“I did, but I can leave if you wish it of me.”

You wondered how many other places Megatron had been shunned from before reaching you.

“Stay if you’d like,” You offered nonchalantly, laying back down. “I wouldn’t mind some company.”

Megatron sat down stiffly nearby, making an attempt at socially acceptable small-talk, painfully aware that he had no talent in such conversation, “…I suppose this reminds you somewhat of your own planet.”

“Somewhat,” You agreed amiably, even though your hideous planet with its toxic fumes and lack of natural habitats outside of actual reserves paled in comparison.

Megatron fell silent, his small-talk depleted. You cracked one eye open again, peeking at him curiously. He was silently tapping away on his data-pad, evidently writing something. Occasionally, he would pause to look at the surrounding scenery.

“What are you writing?”

Megatron looked uncomfortable, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to answer; having been the instigator of the small-talk, he decided that he was obligated to answer.

“Sun on the flowers,

Warming everything here.

Could I do the same?”

He recited his newly composed poem, waiting forlornly for the usual mocking that followed.

“Nice haiku,” You praised. “Hmm, let me try.”

You took a moment to consider the self-imposed challenge, before reciting your own haiku.

“Red optics that glow,

Worrying over the past.

Tell me your story.”

Megatron was taken aback by the quickly constructed poem about him. “I-” He faltered. “I am not comfortable speaking of my history. Please, do not ask it of me.”

“Okay,” You shrugged, unperturbed by his request. Honestly, if you had been responsible for the deaths of countless billions, you wouldn’t wish to speak of it either. Megatron’s history was long and complicated, and if he wished to forget about it, surrounded by nature’s warm embrace, he should be allowed that small reprieve.

“How about you tell me about your poetry instead?” You asked, catering the conversation towards his interests, so that he might learn that you only wished to be his friend.

With relief that was almost palpable, Megatron dove into the subject, asking you of Earth’s greatest poets and then comparing them to those of a Cybertron long gone.

As the time passed, Megatron found that he had somehow drifted off the subject of poetry and literature, and instead he was asking you about your own life, since he refused to speak of his.

Although you claimed your life on Earth had been dull, Megatron found it fascinating, or rather, he found you fascinating. He wondered whether all humans were so interesting. It was regrettable that he had spent so much time on Earth without trying to ever learn of its inhabitants; how closed-minded he had once been.

While you spoke, Megatron found his processor whirring with words struggling to surface.

He suddenly felt like he could compose a thousand poems, limericks, and songs about your life, your interests, your eyes… Your lips, soft and full as they were. Megatron ignored the unwarranted thought that betrayed his inner-most desires. You had welcomed his company, not his advances, and so he made a silent pact. He would be your friend, should you allow it, and as your friend he would converse with you regularly, learn everything he could about you, but most of all, he would protect you from any danger that might ever arise to one so vulnerable.

It was the least he could do. Until then however, Megatron would simply enjoy lying with you, among the wildflowers.

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[anonymousdandelion]

for the (new) writer ask game: 4, 5, 6 and 7? (I couldn't choose less I am very curious xD)

Hi, Juli! Ooh, good questions.

4. What piece of writing are you most proud of?

Hm. You know, this question is very similar to the "favorite fic" question from the other ask list... but being proud of something isn't quite the same thing as liking it best. So, I'm going to give a different answer this time, and say that the piece of writing I'm proudest of is Thoughts that Breathe and Words that Burn, the origin story for the Poet!Crowley Antonio Penn-verse.

I enjoy the premise of the fic, and I'm happy enough with my writing of it overall. But the thing I'm really proud of with this particular work is that it helped build the Penn-verse sandbox, and to inspire an astounding number of other people (you obviously among them, Juli! :D) to take part and create their own wonderful stories and poems based on it.

First in the Ace Omens Discord community where the idea first took shape. And then even reaching and inspiring some people outside of the server! I'm still absolutely blown away by the fact that The Collected Works of Antonio Penn now contains literal dozens (and counting) of works. Getting to be a part of this collective creativity explosion has been such a joy... and I'm definitely proud of the story that played a role in spawning it.

5. What have you improved on most this year?

Short-form writing, no question. Trimming word count for maximum economical effect. Packing a scene or a story, complete with description and emotion, into just a few words. This was a challenge I originally started trying to tackle towards the very end of 2020, when I first started writing prompt fill drabbles and ficlets with self-imposed word limits, but I really got into the swing of it in Spring 2021, I think, when I wrote a series of 100-word Ineffable Drabbles for @kedreeva​’s March Flash Fiction prompts.

And then, over the course of the rest of the year, not only did I put in much more short-form practice and become way  more comfortable with that writing style, somehow it seems to have become... almost my trademark, or... something like that? Idk, but I do know I’ve had multiple people tell me they seek out my fic (a notion which leaves me very 🥰😭🥰😭 every time) when they want something short to read. And my DandelionDrabbles pseud now has 130+ ficlets posted in its name, the vast majority of which I wrote in 2021. So, well... regardless of quality, I’d certainly say I’ve improved at short-form stuff at least in terms of quantity. XD

Oh, and I’ve also gotten much better at writing absolutely sickening levels of softness without feeling too self-conscious about it. Much to the detriment of the poor victims who keep reporting me to the soft authorities in the Ace Omens server, of course!

6. What parts of your writing do you want to improve next year?

You know, I honestly haven’t really given this too much thought. I definitely hope that my work will improve in general, and I could easily point out a good many areas of writing that I’d like to get better at... but I don’t have one or a few specific goals at this point. Right now, I’m at a place where I think my main goal needs to just be to try to keep writing something that I do for fun, not out of a sense of stress or obligation.

(In the context of fanfiction, anyway; I have enough requisite writing-related things to do for various things IRL whether I like it or not, that — even though they’re all obviously still writing — I try to keep these categories as separate in my mind as possible.)

Hopefully I will improve, and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if as 2022 unfolds I find myself working on something specific. But I’ll have to see where the year takes me.

7. What's the story or fic that you're most excited to work on or share next year?

Returning to the Penn-verse, I am definitely looking forward to finishing up and then posting the fluffy reveal sequel I’ve been working on.I’ve been telling people since October that the sequel is almost done — and I mean it, and it is almost done! it's just that it hasn’t gotten any closer to being done recently :P — I just need to a) figure out how I want to wrap it up and b) get myself to actually write it. So that should be fun, when its time comes. Which will be sooner rather than later, I hope.

Another story I’m excited to share soon, which I actually wrote a few months ago but still haven’t gotten around to posting, is a Lesley/Maud ficlet. It was my first time attempting to write their characters, but I’m quite pleased with how it turned out — and eager to add to the small pool of fics about this lovely couple of characters who get so comparatively little screen time.

~

Thanks so much for the ask! Questions drawn from this list, in case anyone wants to join in. :D (A different list of questions than the one I reblogged before!)

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[graymatters]

Aunt Bella’s haunted screams of betrayal still ring painfully in Draco's ears as he races alongside Harry into the woods. Serial cracks of apparition echo loudly between bare trees as the forest floods with snatchers. Draco briefly wonders what it might feel like to be swallowed by a snake.

He risks a sideways glance to find Harry’s swelling is subsiding, Hermione’s waning curse leaving him more recognizable with each passing second. Hesitant lies can no longer hide his vibrant green eyes or the web of lightning that stretches over his forehead and cheekbone.

“You need to run faster,” Potter hisses between heaving gasps.

Draco can’t spare the breath to respond as he wills his starved and cachectic body to move. Fear motivates his limbs: its heat, a brushfire licking at his ankles. 

Draco clings to the feelings that crashed over him like waves when Harry fell through the door at the Manor. Hope that they might survive, faith that they could escape, and a fluttering warmth in his stomach that he dare not name.

Another loud crack precedes a searing pain that spreads across Draco’s back and shoulders. His delicate hope evaporates as ropes slither roughly up his ankles and around his wrists. Draco can’t control his collapse to the ground or the scream of Harry’s name that rips from his throat.

An ugly sob wrenches through Draco's chest. Harry doesn’t look back as he disappears further into the forest.

Week 5 of my self-imposed weekly drabble challenge inspired by tarot cards. This week brought to you by the Ten of Swords.

⬅️ Previous fic: The Eight of Swords

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[catsitta]

What's the "easiest" fanfic for you to write like which fic flows out really easy as you write it And which fic has stumped you the most

To be honest? It all depends. Some days I can sit and churn out a 5k oneshot or fic chapter and other days I can't hardly find a word. But I guess my current, flows very well when I sit and write is the Just Business Series (which folks can probably tell my it's frequent updates as of late) and the one that is getting all stuck is Bubblewrap Blues. I haven't been able to publish BB (the latest installment of my Handle with Care Series) as I have hit a weird mental roadblock in the middle of it. But! As I said, all things come in cycles. Who knows when inspo will hit and I'll suddenly have a Caramel Macchiatos or Hello Sunshine update out of nowhere. Or drop a whole fic as part of a self-imposed challenge. I have a whole creative buffet to nibble on when muse strikes.

As it stands, I'm taking a wee bit of a break (daily drabble aside) as I've felt like drawing a lot more this week.

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