#200 words a day challenge

[grapecaseschoices]

@plasticdodecagon: Audacity

"Here," Firmly, Kendis pressed the hand-made pamphlet against the passing student's chest. Her fingers slipped away as the -- [Junior? Senior? Wait, no. He looked ... familiar? (Her eyes flicked down, and she glanced at the textbook dangling in his hands; it was 10th-grade English ...) Get out of town! This ... Fee Fi Fo Fum was a Sophmore??What bull hormones did they slip into his Coco Puffs?] -- dude grabbed onto folded paper.

Her brows furrowed as lips pinched together and pressed into a flat line. "Um." Her mouth needed a moment to catch up with the wheelies her brain was doing - (Was he on steroids?) - but once she did, she plowed on as if nothing happened, "Vote Stewert Langley for Class President! You want change from the audaciously good-for-nothing council we had last year? You'll look into Langley! His stats speak for themselves. Check out the pamphlet. I made it myself." 

"Uh, s-sure?" Stuttered the Goliath-Who-Apparently-Was-A-Sophmore-But-Whose-Name-She-Didn't-Recall-But-Was-Definitely-Thinking-She-Should-Learn-Because-Then-She-Could-Skip-Out-On-Borrowing-The-Janitor's-Ladder-To-Put-Up-Banners (also hand-made).

Kendis' lips quirked in a small, yet pleased, smile as they gave him a sharp nod of satisfaction, "Then I'll see you tonight, yeah? We're holding an information session after school!" 

She moved sharply forward, excited about filling their meeting numbers, but her efforts were met with multiple steps back. He looked a bit startled. Kendis frowned abruptly but remained still.

"Err, I'll - I'll think about it." 

"Do that. There'll be cookies. And it'll count toward your activity participation credits." 

'Goliath' blinked rapidly. It took an exorbitant amount of self-control for Kendis not to start bouncing on the balls of her feet in response. But she couldn't suppress her grin. She knew she'd gotten him. It was near the end of the school year, and everyone needed more activity credits. People were consistently always short. Making attending campaign meetings a way to reach those credits had been her idea. 

She'd told Langley that picking her as a manager was a sure thing. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd win. He was going to win and crush those --

"Okay. Okay, sure! I'll be there tonight. Thanks!"

"No problem Gol -- guy. See you there!" 

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[direwombat]

wip music monday

tagged recently by @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, and @simplegenius042 to share some music inspiring my wips (ty all so much <3)

the fingers in the father's soil verse brainworms have been wriggling today, so here's a song that gives some good syb/billie vibes

Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head They ain't ever been safe ones I don't fellowship with these fake ones So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns Hold rosaries, sing in stained-glass symphonies Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this marijuana smoke smell in my hair Say I'm nothin' like my father But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars Double cross me, I'm just like my father I am colder than Titanic water

and here's a billie/solomon song (because it ain't true love if they ain't actively tryin' to kill each other <3)

Lay your head down Down, down My love's gonna pull you down Down, down One shot and you're six feet down Down, down Bang bang bang! I'd do you where you stand So take a look at me, yeah Bang bang bang

taglist:

@marivenah, @statichvm, @cassietrn, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl,

@fourlittleseedlings, @carlosoliveiraa, @purplehairsecretlair, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman,

@finding-comfort-in-rain, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable,

@alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to share music inspiring them! (taglist opt in/out)

[writingwife-83]

I’ve really done badly the past few days with my 200 word a day challenge for May, but at least I wrote some today. Even if it wasn’t my WIP and was a ficlet instead lol.

So it was a total of 501 words! 😁

[kotaka-kun]

200 words a day for the month of May - day 3

200 more words of a (slowburn?) Erik/Christine teacher au bc i have Feelings about it

Did Christine flip through the staff roster with more enthusiasm than necessary? Of course. Though she tried to give the pretense of looking over all the names of her colleagues with equal interest, there was only one name she was looking for.

His name and (new) room number in mind, she headed there during her lunch break, but her heart sank when she saw that the door to his classroom was closed. There went her plans for casually strolling by and just so happening to notice him.

Before she could lose her nerve though, she decided to knock. That was a normal, colleague thing to do.

"Mr. Carriere?"

Addressing a colleague in the same way their students would was probably less normal.

"My name is Christine. I'm one of the new teachers this year, and I- I just wanted to properly introduce myself."

Silence stretched out before her, no sound of movement coming from the other side of the door.

She was starting to think that he might not even be in his room -- that she was talking to an empty room -- when the door swung open. And there he stood, just as tall and imposing as she remembered him.

[eurazba]

200 Word May Writing Challenge

Day 1

I managed to actually write out 441 words this evening, mostly in editing through what I'd already written for my Arkiridion Aide au and adding lines here and there where needed, as well as a few lines of dialogue at the end to actually finish the scene I'd left off with when I last opened this document :3

[thewritingsofevbrowne]

May Writing Challenge

So I saw this writing challenge on Tumblr for the month of May. I wanted to keep up my writing schedule. I wrote a total of 26,479 words. Which is a whole 47 words more than I wrote in Camp NaNoWriMo. I'm pretty proud of myself and deserve a little pat on the back for my accomplishment.

The whole reason I did this challenge is because I usually expect way too much of myself. I used to think 1k words a day was a good goal but it's way too high for me. Usually, when I didn't meet my goal I would become disappointed in myself for not making it. So smaller goals mean more achievable goals. I think I'll try to continue this writing challenge in my daily schedule. Some words are better than none.

[coneygoil]

Didn’t realize how many days have passed since I lasted posted about the 200 word challenge! It’s been kinda hard keeping up with it. I don’t remember if I got anything done two of the days. Yesterday I had brain lock and literally sat for an hour only to type one sentence. Today was a lot better and wrote about 400+ words. There’s been moments I wanna just give up on the challenge and I’m trying to fight it!

[grapecaseschoices]

Those word prompts are so good!! If you're taking prompts for the May challenge (no pressure!!): cantankerous or audacity

You feel as if you are being warmed from the inside out. Your chest is expanding to the point where it feels like your heart is trying to break apart your ribs, and your throat feels so tight that it almost hurts to swallow. You feel faint. The AC is on blast, and you feel so heated as if you're about to faint. There is no way that the effect of it - there is no way that your stomach is churning and your heart is hammering - isn't showing up on your face. 

From where he was seated, so close to you, he could see everything. If only he wasn't, as he claimed, 'blinder than a bat born in an abyss.' 

His cantankerous tone momentarily dragged you back to your senses, "I thought you said you knew how to put in contacts."

You manage not to flinch. But you can't quite contain the hitch in your breath at the feeling of the way his words tickle against your lips. 

Yes, momentarily. 

He was ... too close! Offering to help him replace his contacts had been a bad idea. Why had you thought this was a good idea? This was a terrible idea!

"Ms. Carita?" 

[avidink]

May challenge #2

Holi boli. este extracto lo escribi el mismo dia que el #1. La verdad es que hoy me puse las pilas y me puse a escribir como loca jaja.

Este reto de mayo se me esta haciendo relativamente fácil. Estoy tratando de reducir mi uso de redes sociales así que cada que tengo el impulso de revisar alguna app me propongo escribir unas 200 palabras para evitar hacerlo. Me has servido uwu

Al principio no le parecía buena idea venir al bosque con las chicas, más cuando no estaba segura de dónde quedaba tal claro. Si bien tuvo sus dudas Sebastiana estaba feliz de haber ido. La sesión de fotos había ido de maravilla. Así que todo estaba bien con las chicas. La verdad es Sebastiana estaba contenta de tener todo el lugar para ellas solas. Si bien el parque del centro estaba bien siempre andaba tan lleno que no la dejaban concentrarse en casi nada. Sin contar a los niños que jugaban en la pelota. Cada que las golpeaban no se disculpaban, era lo mínimo que deberían hacer. Muchachos insolentes,  Eso y le gustaba la idea de venir a pasear a un lugar un tanto recóndito del bosque. Que suerte la suya el que la hallan sentado cerca de Nina. Sebastiana y sus amigas se habían peleado con el grupo de Nina al final del año escolar. Una gran tontería que las otras no estaban dispuestas a aceptar que estaban mal. No es que las hiciera malas personas, sino que hay gente que es incapaz de aceptar cuando están en lo incorrecto. 

Contador: 247/200 la verdad es que bastante bien

[cpbialois]

A Story A Day Challenge 2024 – A Leg Up

“Come on, Jake! The water’s great!” Alice splashed at her boyfriend as he remained on the dock fully dressed and a book in his hand. “Hey!” He shook the book to clear off any water before it ruined the pages. “Don’t do that, please. Haven’t you watched any of those shows? Don’t you know there are creatures in there that’ll eat you?” She laughed as she backstroked away from the dock. “Nothing…

[writingwife-83]

Ok friends, I’m gonna do daily word count updates to keep me accountable for the 200 Word a Day for May challenge.

Google doc start point- 676 words

I’ll be back later to update!

If you’re not interested in updates like this idek why you’re following a blog like this lol but go ahead and filter “may writing challenge”

[ampersandnotdash]

feeling cute, might post wip snippets later

[kithalstead]

200 Word Challenge

Day 16: Hot Vampire

Daily Total: 2462

“Oh! How rude of me, I’m so sorry. My name is Isaac Hand. I own this establishment.”

“You are, okay,” she said, and it made sense. Of course, the owner of the salon would be there. The little blossom of warmth in her chest grew anyway. “Okay, I didn’t realize.”

“You’re alright,” he said. “It’s my pleasure to assist you and help you to start donating.”

“It seems a little below the owner of multiple businesses to attend to a single donor, though,” she said, and his eyebrow raised. Those grey eyes were bright with mirth.

“Oh, so you looked me up first.”

“That’s not hard. I have public database access,” she replied, “and I like to know who I’m working with, but since you can’t be photographed, you don’t show up in the ID system.”

“You weren’t expecting me to be, well, me.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to be anyone.”

“You weren’t, huh? Not anyone at all?” He was teasing her, but it didn’t feel harsh or mean. In fact, it was warm. It was playful. “Well, I’m glad I could surprise you.”

[rhenuvee]

Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.

They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.

And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.

So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.

He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius

[adayumantium]

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? 

Logan Howlett x fem! Reader smut

a/n: insp by the song by The Clash & graphic by @moosgraphics :)

Summary: Logan Howlett's annoying ass consumes your waking days. You're friends, you're not, you're arguing, you're not...whats the deal? How can such a pain in your ass make you feel so much better?

W/C: 1.6k+ my bad

tags/warnings: ENEMIES TO LOVERS YAHHHHHHHH, implied age gap (but like bc he’s 200,,,), terms of endearment (doll, princess, kid, baby), friendly combat, cursing, MDNI 18+ IM SO SERIOUS, kitchen hate sex WOOOO, vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (WRAP IT GUYS) 

Your foot connects with Logan’s chest, pushing him back with a swift kick. He grunts, heels dragging as he struggles to regain his footing. Sweat rolls off his temple, making its way down his neck. 

“Can’t keep up, old man?” you smirk, returning to a guarding stance. There were few things as exhilarating as a good sparring match, especially with Logan. You liked the physical challenge of someone bigger and more experienced than you. Not to mention the banter. You would never admit it, but even the most bitter of his words shot electricity between your thighs. 

“Is that mouth capable of anything that doesn’t give me a headache?” he huffs, lurching forward and throwing his own punches.

“Oh, sweetheart, you wish,” you beckon him with a motion of your fingers.

Maybe too cocky, you dodge once, twice, before Logan lands a blow that knocks you to the ground.

“Shit,” you groan, laying your head back on the cool training mat. 

“Had enough, princess?” Logan straddles your hips, towering over you. God, something about him. You consider your options. Against anyone else, a buck of the hips might send them flying, but Logan was maybe 400 pounds of metal and muscle. You were exhausted, sore, and just a bit distracted by the way Logan’s perspiration made his white tank cling to his sculpted muscles. You sighed, tapping the floor twice.

“Whatever,” you huffed, and Logan grinned before getting back to his feet. He held a hand out to help you up, and as your fingers graced his much larger ones, you felt the contact shiver up your arm. You swallowed silently, trying to ignore the tension in your neck and shoulders. 

“Y’know, you’re gettin’ better out there, doll. Maybe one day, you’ll be able to handle me,” Logan nodded. 

“Shut up,” you scowl. 

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, kid. It was a compliment,” Logan rolls his eyes, leaving before you could conjure up a decent comeback. Ugh. As you make your way back to your own room, you can’t shake the interaction. Really, every interaction you’ve ever had with him. It was always teasing, always belittling one another, but you craved every inkling of it. You hated to admit it, but the idea of beating Logan made you want to be better and train harder. You loved having him on his knees, at your mercy. 

Stepping into the shower, you work to scrub the feeling of him off your skin. The feeling of him towering over you on the mat and the way it made your throat feel tight. The smell of tobacco and leather so far up your nose you can taste it. 

How could something so frustrating feel so good? 

Crawling into bed that night was no better. You stare at the ceiling for hours, restless as you replay your conversations with Logan in your mind. He was so infuriating, the way he pins your wrists during drills or threatens to wipe a sly smile off your face. Why are you so desperate to have him be present in your everyday life? Maybe, after all this time, you just have to get it out in the open. It’s late, though; no one can think clearly at this time of night. You eventually drift to sleep, and your subconscious betrays you with dreams of the Wolverine. 

An early morning jog is always exactly what you need. The rising sun and singing birds are waking up, and it reminds you how nice life in the mansion actually is. Peace and quiet is a virtue in a life as chaotic as yours. Sometimes, life happens too quickly. Short of breath, you fumble back inside, gracious for cool air and endorphins keeping you upright. 

Your stomach growling grounds you. You stand on your toes, pulling cereal down from the cabinets. Opening the fridge, you frown. Who drank the last of the milk? You sigh, a creek in the floor putting your senses on edge. Asked and answered. You whip around to see Logan leaning against the counter nursing his own bowl of cereal.

“Take a picture, huh? It’ll last longer,” he mutters, bringing the bowl to his mouth and taking an obnoxious slurp. 

“Of course you took the last of it, kitty,” you cooed, knowing his disdain for it. 

“Watch your mouth, doll,” Logan grunts, going to rinse his bowl without further acknowledging your physical proximity. 

“Or what?” you challenge, eyes squinting. The calm you felt melts away, replaced by that irritating itch Logan always spiked in your body. Your chest rose with rage, though you were mindful of your sleeping housemates at the early hour. In the loudest whisper you can muster, you let Logan have a piece of your mind. 

 “Seriously, what’s your problem, Logan? All you ever do is antagonize me, and I’m sick of it!” you clench your fists, meeting the man’s eyes. 

“You're playing a dangerous game, darlin',” he turns off the water, placing the bowl in the drying rack. You were fairly certain he was only doing this to piss you off and ignore you further; you’d never seen him do a dish. “Now, shut your mouth,” he growls. Your heart pounds so loudly, you could hear it in your ears. 

“Make me,” the whisper escapes your lips before you could think anything of it, and the world stops turning.

 Logan whips around, using his hips to pin yours to the counter as he greedily presses his lips to yours. Despite your surprise, you couldn’t help but find your hands tangling themselves around Logan’s neck, pulling him closer eagerly. In the chaos and hunger, you bite his lip, briefly making him bleed before it heals itself. Logan slips his tongue into your mouth, making you dizzy as he flicks it over yours. Fuck. You can taste his breakfast, the cereal you never got, and something about it makes you crazier. You run your fingers through his hair, engulfing every inch of him he lets you have.

“Mmm, oh,” you whisper. 

“Antagonizing you.” he mocks you in a whisper, sucking on your neck. “Do you have any idea how batshit crazy you drive me?” Logan scoffs. “Always runnin’ that pretty mouth, always flaunting that perfect body,” he huffs, slipping his hands around your ass and down your thighs as he lifts you onto the countertop with ease. “Probably just to get my attention, too,” Logan shakes his head, playing with the waistband of your shorts. The heat starts to gather in your belly as his fingers brush against your stomach. You tilt your head back, giving him more space for his tongue to explore your neck as he dips his hand into your panties. 

“W-why would I want your attention?” you roll your eyes; in pleasure or annoyance, neither of you can tell as he makes his way to your pussy. 

“Shut up, y/n,” Logan kisses you again, sucking on your bottom lip as his fingers work your clit. You whimper, legs spreading to meet him. “Oh, there you are. Gooooood girl,” he nods. “Finally, ya listen,” he purrs. “See what listenin’ gets you?” he mumbles into your lips, and you can’t help but whimper at his touch. If your fighting was passionate, this was intoxicating. 

“You want me to fill you, princess?” Logan asked, fingers playing with you. “You’re soaked for me,” he chuckled. You nod slowly. 

“What, shy all of a sudden?” he bites his lip with a chuckle, slipping two fingers into your entrance. “Where’s all that bark, baby? I know you’ve got quite a bite on you, too,” he nods, pumping his fingers into you as he runs a thumb along your clit. 

“Lo- fuck,” you hiss, adjusting to the size of his hands inside you. The way he felt made your face flush and your breath hitch, and fuck, fuck, fuck, you wanted more. 

“Just like that, I’ve gotcha,” Logan leans forward, letting you wrap your legs around his back. “You got it,” he comforts. “Cum for me, darlin’?” he insists as you jut your hips forward onto him. Chasing the high, you start to feel the knot come undone, and your breath becomes frantic. Logan holds you, no signs of slowing as you whimper on his fingers. 

Unadulterated pleasure ripples through you, and only then does Logan remove himself from you. As if he couldn’t get any hotter, you watch, drunk with pleasure, as he sucks your juices off of his fingers.

 You take the opportunity to fumble with his belt, eager to know the rest of him. “Christ,” he mutters, working to help you free his aching cock from his jeans. 

Logan’s erection springs free, obviously just as eager to know you. Touching his forehead to yours, Logan pulls your hips closer, teasing your entrance. Fuck, he was big.

“Please,” you begged, and sure as hell he was going to give it to you. Logan buried himself into you, covering your mouth as you gasped. 

“What did I say about shutting up, doll,” he tsked, pulling you down onto his hips again and again. “Geez, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Logan whispered, thrusts becoming frantic. For the player he was known to be, Logan was awfully smitten with you. “Doll, I- fuck,” he moaned softly, pounding your pussy. “I’m gonna-” 

“Cum in me,” you nod eagerly, wanting to feel his warmth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n, fuck-” Logan grunted, face dissolving into pleasure as he filled you. Relief coursed through both of you, panting, unable to look one another in the face as the world continued on its axis. “Didn’t think you had it in you, princess,” Logan mumbled, burying his head into your shoulder. “...You don’t think we could do that again sometime, do ya?” 

You smiled. “I told you I could handle you,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head