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Via Bluesky: attn Nevada voters!

”In Nevada, the GOP is succeeding in throwing out the votes of thousands of young people. If you're in Clark or Washoe county, answer your phone tonight. It may be election officials, calling to cure the defect in your mailed-in ballot.”

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Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,

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The Prompts for Fictober 2024

Fictober Event, The prompts for 2024 Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober24 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"that was good work"

"it's been a long time"

"I know you better"

"no, we're not doing that"

"it's a new day, let's go"

"I'm not giving up"

"follow me if you want to live"

"are we happy?"

"don't listen to me, listen to them"

"is this normal?"

"well, that worked out great"

"did you hear that?"

"that's not the point"

"did you stick to the plan?"

"let's try this"

"no, I'm not okay"

"strangest thing I ever heard"

"you always have a plan"

"this is getting ridiculous"

"I saw your eyes light up"

"we've done worse"

"why are we doing this again?"

"we can fix this, I know we can"

"you didn't do anything wrong"

"it consumes me"

"you were the first"

"let me remind you"

"just say what you want"

"how did this happen?"

"I won't let you down"

"it's always been you"

This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober24.

Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. No AI generated text or art.

I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries. Go forth and write!

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The wind can only whistle for so long. Eventually it has to start howling.

Screaming at you and everything in its path, knowing that nothing can stop it from getting where it wants to go. Ripping through towns, leaving only dust and rubble behind. And even though you can't ever see it, the ever present stench of death.

So we run, and the wind chases.

Sometimes I joke about stopping the wind. Bringing the fight to it, standing our ground and never running. No one else finds it funny, I'm always met with blank eyes and a slight frown.

"Someone tried that once," They always say, "It didn't end well for them."

And it didn’t. This person left alone to find the wind. Days later their corpse appeared; right in the centre of town.

The only corpse the wind has ever left.

You don’t attack the wind. When the wind catches up to you, you disappear.

When you attack it, it rips you into pieces and leaves it for the vultures.

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We all rejoiced the day the sky turned green. The day when the would we knew had come to an end. The day when the past was finally past and the future wasn't just retellings of what had already happened. Where humanity couldn't make the same mistakes over and over due to ignorance, as those decisions, those mistakes were now impossible.

No more of the same stories repeated over and over. Different people playing out the same part, the power hungry dictator. Willing to throw anyone and everyone under the bus, all in their quest of supposed happiness. And of course the gallant hero who either becomes power hungry in their quest to free themselves and others from the oppressor, or inevitably leaves the system they sought to fix in the hands of those who abuse it. Meaning the story simply starts over.

We all thought that when the playing field changed the game would too. But instead the world changing drastically caused people to be more afraid, more hesitant, more trusting of people who give off even the smallest impression they that might know what to do. And even when the sky and the sea are the wrong colour some things are still the same. Humanity will never learn from its mistakes, not when it matters.

Even if I fight to change it.

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Three times now, she died, and no one had noticed.

How does one not notice that somebody has died, let alone multiple times? Well, when ones eviction from the mortal plane is their fifth death; the first four aren't really acknowledged. For most people it means they live a normal mortals lifetime five times over, it's not uncommon for people here to live for five hundred years.

Most people attempt to hide their deaths, especially if they died of something other than old age. So why was she upset? She had only died thrice, she has two more deaths before she departs.

She had died, three times, her first three deaths, all within three days.

Three days. This village is not a dangerous one, not usually. With the exception of these who come down with the plague, multiple deaths within a year is unheard of.

But even then. Nobody noticed her staggering through the village, arm held to her chest, clothing stained with red, blood dripping down her face.

Nobody noticed when she died in front of them, coughing up a pool of her own blood.

Nobody took notice of her. Nobody stopped to figure out what was happening, or why. The people here don't notice much.

At least we now know how easy it will be to invade.

After all, the one person who noticed us…

Only has two lives left.

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i dont think anything compares to the joy of getting asks on tumblr or getting comments on ao3

its like, wow. human communication thru the internet. except it feels personal. but yknow, in a nice way, not in an invasive way

its like, you CLICKED on MY account and read thru MY posts and cared enough to leave me a personal message. smth so cute abt that

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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

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discovered something terrible today. if you change plot elements early on in the story. later plot elements will be affected

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"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

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I love when my word processor is like, "Oh put a comma here." Then I put the comma and it is like, "That's wrong."

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Pls reblog to spread and tell what specific word count in the tags!

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🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

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me when i get tagged by mutuals: oh my GOD my friend noticed me,, omg my bestie in the world wide web, my beautiful wonderful amazing fren whom i cherish dearly, JUST NOTICED ME,, I AM ABOUT TO C O M B U S T

me when tagging mutuals: oh no... i hope im not annoying you.. or anything.. if you want I'll never tag you again.. only if you want tho.. if you don't want to be tagged then that's okay.. i love you.. pls don't hate me,,,

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Has to be toggled in every blogs visibility settings

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I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after

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I learnt a long time ago that when the wind starts to whistle, whistle that locrian tune, the only thing you can do is run. Run, and simply hope and pray that you might live. The wind whistles and all the birds take to the sky, fleeing frantically from what will try to kill them. If you want to live you must follow the birds, chase them through the thick vine filled forest that surrounds my village. They know which direction the danger is coming from; we do not.

My lungs feel almost aflame as I push through the plant scrub and follow after the birds. What was the majority of the village right behind me has turned into only a handful of desperate souls who still have strength left. For most, the moment the sky turns green is when they stop running, simply accepting that if they didn't get far enough from the village they would join the ever going list of the lost.

Despite that being what everyone does-everyone knowing that running when the blinding light that immediately precedes this disaster has resulted in far too many injuries, and some fatalities-I've never been able to bring myself to stop. So I keep running, even when I can't see my hands, or my feet. Even when my face hits the ground, even when I feel the scrapes form across my hands and knees. And I feel the tree I slam into and a pain in my left wrist as my vision goes black and I fall toward the ground