#weekly writing challenge

[gothamxwattpad]

Seven Lines Sunday

Starting a weekly writing challenge for myself and anyone else who may want to participate. It’s simple, write seven lines of whatever pops into your head, whether it be something related to a WIP or completely fresh and new. The point is to help with writer’s block or inspire something new to write about.

Seven Lines from Chapter Five of my fanfiction GothamX (I’ve restarted this chapter numerous times and can’t seem to get it right enough for me), you’re also going to get an eighth line because I’m not splitting up the dialogue. March 3rd 2024

Three months ago, my life changed.

Three months ago I was traveling in Italy, drinking endless fruity cocktails and strolling down my favorite Sicilian beach with the love of my life watching the sun set.

But with a blink of an eye, my paradise became a nightmare; I was forced to flee and seek refuge far from my friends and family.

That’s not the whole story, I just don’t have time to tell it right now.

There’s more important things to focus on.

“Alexandra, stick to the plan.”

“Alex, this plan isn’t going to work, we have to do something.”

#Seven Line Sunday #fanfiction #original story #writing #writeblr #fanfic #GothamX #weekly writing challenge

[em-dash-press]

Writing conversations can feel tricky. Use this weekly writing prompt to overcome the writer's block that sometimes happens when writing two or more characters who are deep in conversation.

Read the article here!

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[ibelieveinturtles]

The Queen's Consorts

Darcy breathes deeply before entering the empty harem. Her mother's husbands and consorts are gone and she doesn’t have any of her own yet. She has lovers but being part of the Queen’s harem means making many sacrifices.

Wandering through the various rooms, she remembers times spent with her father as a fledgling. One day her own hatchlings will attend their fathers in these rooms.

Returning to the entrance, she’s surprised to find the courtyard is no longer empty.

Three men wait for her.

“Did you doubt that’d we say yes?”

“I didn’t want to presume.”

“We’re in this together.”

Title: The Queen's Consorts Square Filled: DLBHQ Weekly Writing & Moodboard Challenge - Reverse Harem Creator: ibelieveinturtles Pairings:

Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Darcy Lewis/Sam Wilson Darcy Lewis/Pietro Maximoff Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Darcy Lewis/Helmut Zemo Darcy Lewis/Jack Rollins

Rating: T Warnings: Reverse Harem AU Summary: Darcy is the Queen of Dragons now. Every Queen needs her harem.

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41325357

#darcy lewis #reverse harem #weekly writing challenge #weekly moodboard challenge #dlbingohq #dlbhq22 #darcy lewis bingo hq #brock rumlow #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #pietro maximoff #helmut zemo #jack rollins

[fanfictionlibrary01]

Every week we host a small writing challenge on our server where all members can write a drabble for a prompt and can then vote for the drabble they liked the most at the end of the week. This weeks prompt is:

"It's getting cold outside"

To participate in the vote, enter your own drabble or see who won last time, join our discord! (Click here for the Invite)

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Weekly Writing Challenge! #1

(February 19- March 2)

For a very long time i was debating on deleting this blog. Instead of deleting this blog and losing the friends/followers i have, i have decided ultimately to reserve this blog as a writing challenge prompt blog of sorts. I took a mini vote with a few followers and they were all in favor of this being a final decision.

With that being said! here's the first batch of weekly writing challenges that i wanna do!

I was thinking of hosting these every sunday (Haven't decided on a timeframe yet tbh.) Each writitng challemge will have5-10 prompts to chose. I was thinking of having themes for each week. This challgen isn't themed. but let me know what I should od in the comments?

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me!

ANY CHARACTER ANY FANDOM!

No underage smut (I shouldnt have to tell people this in today's world, but here we are lol)

Tag fics accordingly! 

If you decide to post your fics elsewhere, PLEASE inform me.

I will be putting these challenges (And others that i host) right here on this masterlist)

No due dates!

all of these prompts are up for grabs! they will not be crossed off if they are picked!

I don't need to be informed of what fandom or pairing. Just let me know when your fic is posted!!!

use the tags #caplansweeklywritingchallenge

Each challenge will have 5-10 prompts and they will all be completely randomized. (Some will be taken from previous writing challenges that i hosted prior to this, sue me)

And without further ado, the prompts are below the cut!

“I bought them for someone.”

"Freedom is just a concept, isn't it?"

"Why can't you remember me?" "What did I do?"

“I made a batch of cookies, but I made too many for just one person.”

"You're enough for me."

“when we were together, I had a book of all the pictures we’d taken. remember how we used to take at least one photograph on each date?”

"... What else am I supposed to do?"

"Holding you like this is where i'm happiest."

"I have loved you since we were kids."

“You don’t get to leave and then come back after all this time and expect me to welcome you with open arms.”

#caplansweeklywritingchallenge #weeklywritingchallengenumberone #weekly writing challenge number one

[writingdotcoffee]

Challenge: 100 Hours of Writing

That sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Writing for an hour or two can be exhausting. Imagine doing it for 100 hours.

Nobody can write for four days straight. That'd be insane.

The great thing about writing is that you can spread it over as long a period as you want. In fact, if you write for about two hours per week, you will hit the 100-hour milestone in a year. That is

17 minutes every day,

or 24 minutes every working day,

or 30 minutes every other day,

or two 1-hour sessions,

or one intense 2-hour session every week.

That sounds doable, right? You can also mix and match. Write a bit every day, then take a break and do a long writing session on Saturday night. As long as you stay consistent and write for at least two hours every week, you'll be on your way to 100 hours.

What Can You Do in 100 Hours?

Aside from earning this award (if you use Writing Analytics), 100 hours is enough to finish a draft of a novel.

If you can write about 800 per hour or 1,600 words per week on average, you will write 80,000 words in a year. That is

230 words every day,

or 320 words every working day,

or 400 words every other day,

or 800 words twice weekly,

or 1,600 words once a week.

Again, you can mix and match. Do something else every week. Get to 1,600 every week, and you will reach your goal.

Keep in mind that these numbers are on the conservative side. I consider myself a slow writer, and I write faster than that. Some people can blaze through 1,600 words in 30 minutes.

The Challenge

This week, I want to challenge you to see if you can fit two hours of writing into your weekly schedule. It doesn't matter if you power through the whole thing at once or write for 17 minutes every day.

Here's the important part: If you can write for two hours per week, you have what it takes to finish a book.

If you'd like to write along with us, join the challenge in Writing Analytics:

https://app.writinganalytics.co/challenge/64917a6fe7b6ddfbda7281e6

The app tracks your writing time and lets you set time goals, which makes this super easy.

#writing #writers #write #writing tips #writing advice #amwriting #writing life #writeblr #writing challenge #writing sprint #word sprint #weekly challenge

[mythicalamity]

Link to ao3, start from week one: ✨ h e r e ✨

#writing calamity #rhink #rhink fic #2024 weekly prompt challenge

[nocoastposts]

Invisible

Henry spent his entire life in the public eye, and it affected him for as long as he could remember. Even though his every move was broadcast to the world, he often felt as if he were completely invisible. Prince Henry was the person seen by millions, but would anyone ever come to know Henry Fox? He came to believe the answer was no.

Fortunately, Henry was proved wrong by one Alexander Claremont-Diaz. Despite their rocky beginning, Henry felt that Alex could truly see him. It terrified him at first, but it’s now the thing he cherishes most of all. 

Read more of my drabbles and fic here.

#am i back? maybe #prompt challenge #weekly prompt #writing prompt #nocoastposts fic #firstprince fic #firstprince fanfic #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #red white and royal blue

[chasingmidnights]

Tiger, Tiger

Title: Tiger, Tiger

Summary: Red John has captured you and he’s given Patrick 24 hours to find you. 

Warnings: Patrick Jane (I feel like he deserves his own warning label); angst, angst, angst; mentions of being assaulted/battered; mentions of blood; brief character death; C.P.R.; mentions of guns/weapons; with a tiny bit of fluff at the end. I believe I’ve listed all of the warnings and I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. If any of the listed warnings make you uncomfortable please do not read. 

A/N: This is my story for the week one writing challenge, I Spy, for the @the-slumberparty event. I used a generator to come up with my theme and setting. The theme I got was ‘serial killer’ and the setting I got was ‘modern day’. So naturally, the Mentalist, ‘Red John’ serial killer popped into my head and I loved how this turned out! I hope you enjoy it! 

Wordcount: 2,893

Patrick Jane had just finished making his fresh cup of tea and as he lifted the cup to his mouth, he took a deep breath in. He loved starting the work day off with a cup of tea, it helped him relax. As he took a couple of drinks from his cup he watched the other agents as they rushed by the small kitchen. They were always in such a hurry. He stole another minute to himself before he glanced down at his watch and a smile started to work its way onto his lips. You should be here any minute. He took another drink from his cup before he turned around to grab another cup for you. You loved tea just as much as he did, which was just one of the many things he liked about you. While he prepared your cup, he thought back to the day that he met you. 

He had just walked into the small kitchen to fix himself some tea when he spotted you. You were using his favorite cup and before he could say anything, you were walking past him. He shook his head and snapped out of his thoughts before he called out to you. 

“Excuse me, that’s my cup.” 

You paused and turned around to face the person who had just spoken. “‘Scuse me?” 

Patrick couldn’t lie, you were quite beautiful and he could easily get lost in your eyes. He took a couple of steps towards you, he pointed at you as he did. “That’s my cup.” 

You took a drink from the cup before you examined it. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t see your name on it.” 

Patrick narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Who are you anyway?” 

You smirked at his question before you took a sip of tea and walked away, putting a little bounce in your step as you did. Patrick was in awe and all he could do was watch. 

“Patrick!” 

Patrick was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called and groaned. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was Theresa who was calling for him, he would probably just ignore the person. He rubbed the back of his neck before he set down the cup he had gotten out for you. When he got to the bullpen workplace, he noticed how his coworkers stopped what they were doing and turned to face him. The once light and airy atmosphere that was just there a minute ago turned into a more constricted one. Something was going on, he could tell. He was about to ask his team members what was going on until he noticed it. How he had missed it was beyond him because he swore when he walked in just a bit ago it wasn’t there. He was frozen in his spot at the sight of the funeral bouquet sitting there on an easel. It sat there taunting him as if he should know better than to love again. “No, it couldn’t be,” Patrick thought to himself. He approached the display with caution as if it would out and attack him. When he reached the display, he took in a sharp breath at the words that were written on the sash, ‘I’m sorry for your loss’. Patrick could feel his whole body go numb and he knew exactly what this meant. Red John had gotten to you. 

“Jane?” Theresa inquired as she gently placed her hand on his upper arm and paused, waiting for him to reply. She glanced over her shoulder to her other coworkers, concern written all over her face before she returned her attention back to Patrick. “Jane?” 

At the second ‘Jane’, he finally turned his attention towards the others and demanded a question. “When did this get here?” 

Grace, Kimball, and Wayne all shook their heads in response, not sure when the flowers were delivered. Before anyone could answer Patrick’s question, his phone started to ring. He pulled out his phone from his pant’s pocket and answered it instantly. 

“Hello?” Patrick did his best to remain calm. 

“Hello Patrick, did you miss me?” A high-pitched, male’s voice came through the receiver. 

Patrick’s blood ran cold, it was just as he had thought: His worst nightmare had come to life. 

“Where is she?” Patrick informed, his voice firm and doing his best to keep it even. 

“She is rather pretty, isn’t she? I can tell you have a type.” Red John commented, completely ignoring Patrick’s question. 

Patrick aimlessly took a few steps forward as he heard you whimper in the background. “If you do anything to her at all, I will find you and I will kill you.” 

Red John chuckled at Patrick’s threat and even though he knew Patrick couldn’t see it, he smirked. “You have twenty-four hours to find her. Good luck.” 

With that, Red John hung up the phone and a curse slipped from Grace’s mouth. She had quickly moved from her spot next to Wayne and over to her desk when the phone call was answered. She had typed furiously to try and trace where the phone call was coming from. “Damn it! I almost had it!” 

Theresa and Patrick went over to Grace’s desk to see what she was talking about. A grid map was pulled up onto her computer screen and there were mapped out cell phone towers. She let out a frustrated sigh before she spoke up again. 

“Sorry, I almost had him. I was only able to narrow it down to a certain area but it’s rather big.” Grace explained as she made a few clicks with her computer mouse and zoomed in on the area she was talking about. 

“Good work, Van Pelt.” Theresa reassured her colleague. Theresa then took a deep breath before she walked to the center of the bullpen. She tucked her thumbs into her front belt loops before she started talking and giving orders. “Alright, everyone, we have a fellow agent in danger. Whatever you’re working on, I want you to bury it until further notice. We need all hands on decks. Let’s get a move on people, we have twenty-four hours!” Theresa then looked back at Patrick who gave her an appreciative nod. “We’re going to find her Jane.” Theresa did her best to be confident with her reassurance. This was Red John after all. 

“I need some air.” Patrick excused himself and he was out of the building before anyone could stop him. 

Kimball and Wayne exchanged looks, worry was etched onto their features. They knew what you meant to not just Patrick but Theresa as well. When you first started, Theresa had introduced you as her best friend and with a proud smile on her face. They quickly changed their demeanor as they nodded at one another and started to get busy trying to find you. They didn’t want to get told twice. 

You grunted as you pulled against the leather cuffs that had you strapped to an uncomfortable wooden chair. It took a minute for your vision to become clear, you don’t remember passing out. Although, with all of the torture that you’ve endured within the past several hours, it was bound to have happened. You tried to get a good look at your surroundings again but it was nearly impossible. The only light source that the room provided was a singular, hanging overhead light. It was probably on purpose though, your captor didn’t want to be seen or to know where you were. You could feel goosebumps start to rise over your skin as you heard footsteps coming towards you. Your breath hitched when your kidnapper was finally in front of you. From what you could tell, he was wearing a mask and a hideous one at that. 

“Good, I’m glad you’re awake. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. I can tell you’re a strong one though. A fighter.” Red John said, his high-pitched voice sent a cold chill through your body. 

You balled up your hands and flexed them as you gritted your teeth. You needed to pick and choose your battles. “You don’t know anything about me.” 

Red John stopped his pacing before he began to click his tongue. “You see, I know a lot more about you than you yourself know. But we don’t have time for that.” He paused and looked down at his watch before his shrill voice continued to pierce your ears. “After all, I only have a limited time with you and I want to have more fun.” 

You tried not to wince when his gloved finger caressed the side of your face and you did your best to try and pull away. He chuckled at your attempt as his finger continued to trail down the column of your neck. Your eyes began to fill with water as Red John picked up the necklace around your neck. It felt like an eternity as Red John stood there and examined the quaint diamond necklace. Patrick had given it to you as an anniversary present. It was simple really, a single diamond on a white gold chain but you cherished it and wore it every day. A gasp escaped from you when Red John tore the necklace from your neck and pocketed it. Just as you thought he was about to walk away and leave your battered body, he turned back around and a harsh smack met your cheek. 

“Boss, I’ve got something!” Grace called out, she was sure that she found your location. Not just sure but she would stake her job on it. 

Just as Theresa and Patrick rushed over to Grace’s desk, Kimball and Wayne were walking back into the office. They had gone to your apartment to see if they could find anything out of place. When Patrick noticed them, he looked at them with a small bit of hope. But when they shook their heads no, Patrick returned his attention back to Grace. Kimball and Wayne immediately joined them to see what was going on. 

“Alright, so I was able to do a little more digging based off of the incomplete trace from earlier. You see this satellite point,” Grace pointed to a small dot on the screen before she continued. “It was one of the ones that was blinking earlier. I checked that area and it’s nothing but woods and cabins up there. So, I ran the names of people who owned them and there’s one that stands out. A fellow by the name of Dr. Roy.” 

“That’s it, it’s gotta be. Great job Grace!” Patrick confirmed before he went over to grab his jacket. 

“Alright, let's move it people! Cho, I want you to call for a S.W.A.T. team and meet us there, also let them know there’s a hostage! Van Pelt, forward that address to the S.W.A.T. team and to me. Jane, you’re with me. Rigsby, I want you to call Sac. P.D. and let them know that we have a hostage situation on our hands. Let them both know that the suspect is considered armed and dangerous.” Theresa barked out orders as she double checked her gun and she received multiple ‘yes boss’s’ from her team. 

When they finally got to the cabin, the teams approached with caution and they had their weapons ready. Theresa motioned for one of the teams to go around back and they did as they were told. They moved swiftly and quietly to the back of the cabin. The team in front breached the door within a matter of minutes and they immediately crossed the threshold to begin their search for you. Once they cleared the house with no sign of you, Patrick went outside to catch his breath and think. He placed his hands on his hips and just as he turned around, he noticed something in the distance. 

“Theresa! I think I’ve found something!” Patrick called out to his colleague. He motioned for her to come over to him when he noticed her coming out of the cabin. 

“What is it Jane?” She asked as she arched an eyebrow at him. 

Patrick pulled her over to the side a few inches and he pointed to a spot in between two trees. “What do you see Lisbon?” 

Theresa squinted her eyes through the narrow tree line. “Is that a barn?” 

“I believe it is and I bet that’s where he’s keeping her.” Patrick confirmed and just before he could take off towards the barn, Theresa grabbed ahold of him. 

“Hey, we’re doing this the right way and we’re gonna be smart about this.” Theresa ordered, her face as serious as her tone. 

Patrick looked taken aback before he became just as serious as his partner. “How can you just stand there and say that?! I thought you cared about her?!” 

Now it was Theresa’s turn to be the one taken aback. “That is my best friend in there and I’m worried sick about her! So, don’t for one second think that I don’t care. But this is Red John we’re talking about so we have to be smart.” 

Patrick took a deep breath before he exhaled. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” 

Just then Kimball had walked up to them with his bolt-action rifle in hand. “Cabin’s empty boss. What’s our next move?” 

“Alright, get the S.W.A.T. team ready, we have another building to look through.” Theresa commanded and without saying another word, Cho walked away. 

The S.W.A.T. and Sac. P.D. teams were ready to go and were waiting for command within minutes. Just as before, there was one team that waited at the back of the barn while one remained at the front. One of the S.W.A.T. team members stood across from Theresa and Patrick as he listened for any sign of movement. Once he was satisfied, he gave Theresa a short nod who wasted no time in signaling to him the okay. A loud bang filled the intense silence as the battering ram met the wooden door, causing the door to splinter. Theresa led the team inside with her gun and flashlight aimed as she called out a ‘clear’ after every turn. 

When they reached the center of the large barn, Theresa scanned the room before her light landed on you. A horrified gasp escaped her as she saw the state of your battered body. Your head was hung low and you were still strapped to the chair. You were still, too still for Theresa’s liking. She took a few steps towards you but before she could get to you, Patrick had forced his way into the barn. When he caught the sight of you, he froze in his spot. Theresa tried to keep Patrick back but wasn’t able to. He easily pulled out of her grasp and rushed over to you with Theresa hot on his heels. The pair of them quickly began to remove the leather cuffs that kept you restrained. Once they had you freed from the restraints, Patrick carefully moved you from the chair and to the ground. He immediately checked for a pulse and when he couldn’t find one, he started C.P.R. right away. 

After a few minutes, Patrick leaned back onto his heels as he sat on his knees. He gulped in deep deep breaths as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. The air was thick around him and he barely felt Theresa place her hand on his shoulder. Tears began to well up in his eye but before one could escape, you jolted forward and started to gasp for air. Patrick quickly scooped you up into his arms and held onto you tightly. 

“Patty, I need to breathe.” You struggled to say in between deep breaths. 

Patrick let out a weak chuckle before he loosened up his grip on you. “Sorry sweetheart, you had me so worried.” 

You tried to laugh but ended up coughing instead. You took a deep breath before you continued. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Patty.” 

Patrick smirked in response. “Oh, I know, you’re too stubborn. Theresa on the other hand was about to give up on you.” 

You did your best not to laugh as Theresa smacked Jane on the shoulder. “I was not. I’m gonna go see if the ambulance is here.” Theresa gave you a small smile before she got up and left. 

Patrick then cupped your cheek and gently started to caress the bloodied skin. He leaned down and gave you a meaningful kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and relished at the feeling. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to experience this again. When you opened your eyes, you took in Patrick’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled apart, you paused to catch your breath and a weak smile curled up on your face. 

“I love you Patrick.” You said in between each breath. 

Patrick’s face brightened up and he grinned from ear to ear. “Hey, I wanted to say that first.” 

He then leaned down and kissed you again before the paramedics came to wheel you away.

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[cricketnationrise]

Week 50: Home (1)

Alex finds home buried in the Texas dirt, rooted in abuela’s recipes. In the key, unremarkable except that it’s strung around his neck. In his sister’s unflinching steadiness. At the edge of the pier of the lake house. It’s in every letter of a never-ending, inside joke-filled three-way group chat and between each line of hundreds of emails sent with care across the Atlantic. He finds it in every floorboard and grout line of their brownstone. His home is between Henry's sheltering arms, in the divots at the base of Henry’s spine, in every crease and crinkle of Henry’s smile.

#cricket writes #drabbles #brownstone drabble challenge #rwrb weekly 100 #rwrb #home #alex claremont diaz

[paradoxical-scribbler]

7 DAY / WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE

WORDS STARTING WITH: I

IDOLOMANIA: obsession or devotion to idols

IKHLAAS: sincerity; great affection

IKIGAI: a reason for being; a reason for getting up in the morning

ILLECEBROUS: alluring; enticing

INAAYAT: kindness; courtesy; favour

INDURATIZE: to resist or harden one's own heart to the idea of love

IRUSU: the act of pretending to not be home when someone knocks at the door

WORDS STARTING WITH: A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I

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[gothamxwattpad]

Seven Lines Sunday

Due to being in between writing projects, this week is going to be different. I will be introducing; 3 new characters to the GothamX universe, 2 scenes I look forward to writing and 2 ways that the new project ties into my main WIP; Gothamx. 3/17/2023

3 Characters:

Alexa Deveraux (Main Character). After losing her family in an accident, Alexa Deveraux goes to Gotham City to live with her aunt, where she learns that she is part of a Metahuman secret society.

Alaster Malakai; Keeper of the Great Library, professor of the Vale, Master Weaver and the Right Hand of the Grand Matron, embarks on a new challenging Role- Keeper of the Beacons.

Grand Matron; Mother of the Vale, Master Weaver and the Protector of the Lights, chooses the Weaver that will take their place and burden.

Two Scenes I look forward to writing:

Alexa + Master Malakai in the Great Library, when he finds her near unconscious in a corner. When she found her Atlas(her book- her story & fate) she tried to open it and read it but she wasn’t strong enough yet with her Weaver abilities and it caused her to have a sudden blinding migraine. Master Malakai panics because he thought something worse had happened to her…

Alexa + Grand Matron in their den as the Vale’s warning bells ring. Alexa rushes to their side confront them about all the missing Weavers. Instead of getting answers, all she gets from the Grand Matron is their Atlas and kind farewell on her next journey as a Weaver.

Two Ways that Weavers connects to GothamX:

Weavers can exist anywhere in the world; the North Pole. Australia. New York City. Hollywood, California. But their world is the Vale, it exists on another plane of existence. Gotham City is special because it’s not only the home multiple Beacons but the city itself is an Anchor, a two-way Gateway between both worlds.

After the events of Weavers Book One, Alexa will be returning to Gotham City to gather the other Beacons with hopes of saving the Vale and Gotham City from darkness and destruction.

#seven line sunday #weekly writing challenge #fanfiction #original story #writing #writeblr #fanfic #gothamx #new wip

[em-dash-press]

This month's writing challenge will help you conquer the fear of building a system only to break it. The system will be crucial for your worldbuilding, but that doesn't mean it has to stay together for the sake of your plot. Making it crumble could be the plot twist your readers love most.

Check out the prompt here!

#writing prompt #writing challenge #writing #creative writing #writing inspiration #creative writing inspiration #weekly writing prompt #weekly writing challenge #monthly writing prompt #writeblr #writing prompts

[dianneking]

Weekly fic challenge - update week 3

Hello, as you might have noticed (or not) there is no fic ready for week three of my challenge.

That's because I have started a new job (more on that in a later post) and while I have been writing, the fic I am currently working on need a bit more words in order for it to make sense, so it'll probably be ready for next week.

To make up for it, I'll leave a little snippet here (yes, it's back to Larissa x Reader with this one, featuring toxic and intoxicating Larissa, gird your loins for that).

“I know you have been hired already, and I am sure you are a perfect fit for the role. I’d just like to have a little chat together, nothing too formal, just getting to know each other a little bit better.” She smiled as she said that, and while you were sure it was supposed to be a polite smile, you couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spine at that.  She looks like a predator closing in on prey, your mind unhelpfully suggested. You swallowed, suddenly conscious of your sweaty palms and increasing heart rate.  “O-of course, ma'am." was all you could meekily say. "Perfect." she purred. "Meet me at seven sharp at the Lilac Lounge. I'll have a private booth reserved."

#dianneking writes #dragonmist fanfiction #dragonmist weekly fic challenge #writing challenge #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie fanfiction #larissa weems fanfiction #larissa weems x reader

[fanfictionlibrary01]

Every week we host a small writing challenge on our server where all members can write a drabble for a prompt and can then vote for the drabble they liked the most at the end of the week. This weeks prompt is:

"Are you okay?"

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[kisaraslover]

"seto kaiba is so gay" cant even get obsessed with a man as a result of your own infinite inferiority superiority complex crumbling because of said mans Stable-Home-Raised-Swag completely annihilating your smoke and mirrors ego with the only choices left being "win against him or die trying to go back to how strong you used to be" or "face your own mortality and pain and weakness" on this stupid gay earth. im a lesbian im not attracted to atem. if i die trying to dominate him its ON ME and MY PERSONAL INSANITY and not attraction. some of us wanna dominate not because we are horny but because we are evil hope this helps

#hes sooo butch lesbian. find the most easily confident and assured man in the room. challenge him until either one of you dies. #especially tricky if you yourself have many and MANY weaknesses and traumas and problems and flaws cuz now and then #you clash into some guy with a. ptuh. good family home. and ''good parents'' whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean. as if. #anyway then its a real problem because people raised in a good home have the sort of invincible energy of like. avatar aang. miles morales #yknow? #you get me? type of guy who says ''i loooove my dad'' ''i love you mom'' weekly. PTUH. fucking.. ugh. #anyway #ygo #yugioh #seto kaiba #not art #im just being insane as always. if seto kaiba writing sucks i can play with him like hes play dough. so hes a he him lesbian. like meee >:]