#fanfiction inspo

[fanovember]

Fanovember 2024 prompt list

(Written list below the line)

We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)

→We'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)

→There's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)

→You can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)

→Arists are welcome too, of course!

→Some people suggested creating an Ao3 Collection for this challenge and we have listened carefully (also had some help from @prettysophist, tysm again!) So here it is! Fanovember 2024 Ao3 Collection is now available for all of you. Remember to tag and categorize your works correctly so people can find what they'r looking for/avoid anything they don't want to read. Be nice!

→Remember to mention this blog @fanovember and use any (or all) of these tags both here and on Ao3:

#fanovember

#fanovember 2024

#fanovember 24

→Needless to say, this event does NOT allow AI generated content of any kind. We want to see the most human of arts and writings

Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.

Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!

Fanovember 2024

01. Romance

02. Short story

03. Terror

04. Adventure

05. Art

06. Retelling

07. Historical

08. Journal

09. Theatre

10. Witchcraft

11. Religion

12. Fantasy

13. Astrology

14. Mithology

15. Poetics

16. Reality show

17. Press

18. Urban fantasy

19. Film/Movie

20. Family

21. Music

22. Epistolary

23. Sci-fi

24. Autobiography

25. Cuisine

26. Dance

27. Board games

28. Classic

29. Triller

30. Flash-fiction

[bandi-off]

This song got me thinking of a Magnus Archives AU (spoilers for the show's ending)

Something something after Ep 200 somehow we go back to an alternative time line where the staff of the Archive were not captured permanently by any entities (besides the obvious) and Jon and Tim are really getting along, Jon is more outgoing all in all and Martin is Bitter.

Everyone has foggy, dreamlike memories of the another time line, those who witnessed more, remember more.

Tldr: Martin was right, they couldn't be together in another universe but he is not happy about it.

[shameless-pug]

This song inspired the dance scene in my fanfiction titled taking my deer out

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Not me, searching for gifs to find a face-claim with sufficient resemblance to both Adar, and my OC, Maethoriel, for the 'Adar was never taken by Morgoth' AU that still keeps tormenting my brain, insisting I write it pronto, and accidentally stumbling across a gif of Mae's face-claim that just screams inspo for a scene in Dúrnost for The Abhorred as a result.

...oops?

The feral screeching continues.

[psychic-refugee]

Xavier was an Ouros, a minor spring deity of the mountain, son of Vincent, an aspect of Apollo and harbinger of spring.

Vincent worked for Persephone, responsible for melting the snows of winter and blossoming mountain flowers to welcome the goddess back from the Underworld.

The design of flowers had fallen to Xavier once he came of age, and he hated every moment of it. He held no love for spring flowers and found them rather boring. What was worse, the Queen of the Underworld paid them no mind, and even seemed to resent her time during the Time of Light.

Xavier didn’t blame her as he found all the spring gods and goddesses to be boring and insufferable.

He always wanted to question Persephone on her time in the Underworld, but Vincent had strictly forbidden it.

On the cusp of a new spring, someone was turning his bright flowers black. Xavier presumed it was some satyr or mischievous sprite. He actually rather liked these blooms, he thought they were beautiful in their stark darkness against the backdrop of an evergreen spring.

His father, however, bade him to investigate and punish whoever dared to tarnish Persephone’s welcoming blooms.

Xavier rolled his eyes but did as he was told. He kept vigilant watch over the bright flowers which had been the same as they had been for the past hundreds of years. He could not have cared less if the entire field burned away.

That was, until he saw a beautiful Lamped emerge from an Avernus, an entrance to the Underworld. From his hiding spot, he witness her turn all the bright flowers into velvety black.

He approached her and he was impressed that she held no fear, she even looked like she was daring him to admonish her. She was a tiny thing and he almost dwarfed her with his height.

She rather liked what she saw, this tall young god of spring with platinum hair and eyes the colour of the green moss that grew in the marsh next to the River Styx.

She said nothing, but turned to return from whence she came, her hand brushing against the flowers as she walked and left a trail of midnight blooms in her wake.

Xavier found he cared not what his father or even Demeter, paramount goddess of the Harvest in the High Pantheon, thought.

He followed her to the Underworld. He did not flinch at the sight of Cerberus, but he smiled when she gave the three-headed hellhound an affectionate pat on its third head.

He continued to follow her past all the rivers of Hades: Styx, Lethe, Archeron, Phlegethon, and Cocytus.

They followed the River Archeron, the River of Woe, until it ended at a field of black flowers in constant bloom.

She then led him to an orchard, where hung heavy and ripe black pomegranates. She leaned against the tree and smiled mischievously at him.

Her smile grew larger when he picked the fruit and tore it open. There in his hands, the fruit of the Underworld, watered by the misery of mortals, was the ruby red seeds that would trap any who dared eat it.

The juice ran down his hands like blood, and he contemplated his fate.

Persephone ate six seeds, and she was compelled to stay there six months out of the year. If he ate twelve, he would be there year round, forever.

Xavier ate the whole fruit, not wasting a single seed.

When he was done, she kissed his red stained mouth and he smeared the blood red juice across her face as he pulled her in flush against his body.

They made love under a starless sky and to the screams of the damned.

Neither held any shame when they were found in each other’s embrace under the pomegranate tree by Morticia, goddess of ghosts and death magic, and Gomez, her consort who had sacrificed his entire family to get her attention.

“My Deadly Viper, what have you done?” Gomez used the term of endearment, no real heat to his question although the presence of a spring god in the Underworld, now trapped forever, would cause problems with the Living world.

Xavier blinked, looking from his lover to her parents, realizing who she was.

Wednesday, goddess of Woe and punisher of the feckless and foolish.

She merely smiled and slowly brushed her fingers from his chest to his mouth, bringing attention to the red stains that denoted he had eaten the fruit of the Underworld and was hers.

They were considered married under the laws of the gods, and Vincent and Demeter threw fits, though there was naught anything either could do. Not only had Xavier eaten the fruit, but he had also done so voluntarily.

Both spring gods had threatened to turn the world barren again, much like Demeter had done for Persephone.

The young lovers were surprised when their Queen had stepped in and defended them. She would not allow the world to suffer just because two gods were throwing a temper tantrum.

Once she was done dressing down her mother and Vincent, she winked at the two young gods and was happy for them.

The imposing and frightful beautiful Queen of the Dead put Xavier charge of making dark, poisonous blooms.

Nightshade, Aconite, Oleander, Foxglove, all beautiful but deadly flowers that helped the swell of dead grow in the Underworld.

All made for his love, Wednesday.

[bluebell-regards]

someday

o v o ) ✨

people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know a fic is good when it has this

[bebx]

[bluediva]

NOV. 20, 2024

Dream I had last night-

It had a magical girl... well, magical woman because she was at least in her 20s.

It had an OLDER love interest. In the dream, it was an older man who was a teacher. Definitely had some age gap there. I can't remember if they worked together or she just came to the rescue. They were definitely dating/in a relationship by the time this last part of my dream happened.

She came to the school or was already there, I can't remember which it was, and had a fight with the "Big Bad". She had to literally run away from her love, which had him in a panic and wanting her to come back or to get to her, but she put up protective shields around his classroom and the others, the office(s), etc. Essentially she put up shields where there were any innocent bystanders at the school, and then she started fighting the villain.

I hate that I don't remember how the fight went, but I think it went that either the villain was "purified" or "defeated", but she (Lady Big Bad) left really banged up. Hero looks up to where she knows lover's class is and then she leaves, and she's also injured.

Meanwhile lover is trying to get to her, but by the time the shields finally come down, she's gone.

Does have a later reunion between the two. Did take a Mature rated tumble as they also discussed things like wanting to be together and wanting kids (biological, adopted, or both), etc.

That's pretty much the end of it.

Tossing this on here so I don't forget about it later on, so I'm rushing through typing this up. If anyone wants to use the idea, credit me please.

(Think I saw one too many fantasy/magical girl shows recently. 😂😅)

(Including trigger warnings for the age gap mention in the tags just in case, even if I didn't really expand on it.)

[sarahowritesostucky]

Yesssss. I am going to incorporate this art as inspo for a new part of the High Needs universe! Hint: it won't be Steve's hands giving the nip reach around in that one pic!

pierced stiddies, now on tumblr

[cr1nge-culture]

one of the best fics i've ever read, one that had me addicted to my phone and crying, wasn't even prose. it was a huge, casual, bullet-pointed outline with every detail of an au that the author never got around to writing in full. and it was amazing.

let this be a message to all you who want to write but can't do it "normally": write it! someone out there will eat it up. whether that be poetry, tiny drabbles, or bullet pointed list: your work is always worth it. your art (yes, art!) will alway deserve to have its moment in the spotlight. why? because you made it. even if it wasn't done in a traditional matter, it came from your brain and your creativity and that is amazing.

♡

[fanovember]

what is your writing comfort zone and what is an absolute "i will NEVER go in there" for you?

I love fluff and comfort with a bit of emotional angst, and I could never go terror or thriller

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[xyywrites]

The Power of Silence in Dialogue

We often think of dialogue as something that’s just about what characters say, but let’s talk about what they don’t say. Silence can be one of the most powerful tools in your writing toolbox. Here’s why:

1. The Unspoken Tension

When characters leave things unsaid, it adds layers to their interactions. Silence can create a tension that’s so thick you could cut it with a knife. It shows things are happening beneath the surface—the real conversation is happening in what’s left unspoken.

Example:

“So, you’re leaving, huh?” He didn’t look up from the table, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass, slow and deliberate. “Yeah.” “Guess I should’ve expected this.” (Silence.) “You’re not mad?” “I’m not mad,” she said, but the way her voice broke was louder than anything she'd said all night.

2. Building Anticipation or Drama

Sometimes silence can heighten the drama, creating a pause where the reader feels like something big is about to happen. You don’t always need words to convey that sense of dread or anticipation.

Example:

They stood there, side by side, staring at the door that had just closed behind him. “You should’ve stopped him.” She didn’t answer. “You should’ve said something.” The room felt colder. “I couldn’t.” (Silence.)

3. Creating Emotional Impact

Sometimes, saying nothing can have the biggest emotional punch. Silence gives the reader a chance to interpret the scene, to sit with the feelings that aren’t being voiced.

Example:

He opened the letter and read it. And then, without saying a word, he folded it back up and placed it in the drawer. His fingers lingered on the wood for a long time before he closed it slowly, too slowly. “Are you okay?” He didn’t answer.

TL;DR

Silence isn’t just a pause between dialogue—it’s a powerful tool for deepening emotional tension, building anticipation, and revealing character. Next time you write a scene, ask yourself: what isn’t being said? And how can that silence say more than the words ever could?

[dysfunctionalcreature]

wait wait wait wait, imagine Vox tracking Alastor down to flirt with/fight him one day, and Alastor is busy hanging with Rosie when Vox finds him. And Vox starts going off, trying to provoke Alastor, so Alastor turns to Rosie and this convo happens:

Alastor: "Ough he's so annoying, he just won't leave me alone. I don't know who he thinks he is! He isn't even half as evil as me, why is he wanting to fight?? He's pathetic."

Rosie, with her amazing gaydar: "Awwe, don't be too hard on him Alastor, I'm sure he's trying his best, you know, courting can be tricky here in hell."

Alastor, oblivious aroace™: "What??"

Rosie, clarifying: "I mean, he's clearly just lovesick. I think it's kinda sweet actually-"

Alastor: "HE'S WHAT???!"

[psychic-refugee]

Xavier Thorpe had been obsessed with the award-winning teenage novelist Wednesday Addams since he was a student at Nevermore, losing himself in the macabre adventures of Viper de la Muerte to escape the loneliness of an absent father.

He had been to every signing and speaking engagement she ever hosted. He had the distinction of having the largest Viper de la Muerte collection; he owned every first edition, every collector’s edition, and every set in every language it was ever translated into, including braille.

Eventually as they got older, he made a name for himself as an illustrator, specializing in horror and murder mysteries while she continued to write hit after hit.

It was the highlight of his career when she chose him specifically to illustrate woodcut images for a celebratory special edition set.

He worked with her closely and tried his best to hide the fact he was obsessed with her, his heart soared when she remembered seeing him over the years and did not seem to mind his ardor.

The more he worked with her, the more he felt they understood each other.

When a critic had panned her latest novel as “gratuitously morbid” and suggested that she and all her fans seek psychiatric help, he couldn’t let that go unpunished.

When Wednesday came home to the critic’s heart ripped out and roses covered in blood, she gave him a rare smile.

They understood each other perfectly.