#for almost 200 words

[finickyfelix]

First/Last Line Tag:

Thanks for the tag @cowboybrunch and @tragedycoded! This is much later than I normally do tag games, but due to the nature of this one I couldn't do it until I was done writing for the day.

Rules: Post the first line and last line you worked on that day.

Here's what I have for today:

First line:

You knew that if you opened that door, he would find out.

Last line:

When the cold wind hit your face, you felt both freer than you'd ever been and like you were chained to the room you'd come from, like you could both run away and couldn't take a single step past the door.

Tagging my beloved tag list, who are below the cut, as well as open tag for anyone else who wants to show me the first and last lines you wrote today!

Hello tag list <3 It's been a while. @the-letterbox-archives, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @the-scaredy-crow, @tragedycoded*, @drchenquill, @fifis-corner, @melpomene-grey, and @cedar-sunshine

(*: since you tagged me, you don't have to do it.)

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to or removed from my tag list.

[le-agent-egg]

fellas. is it cringe to make a whole comic about your fankid?

god their relationship makes me INSANE. i am very normal. wahhhhh

yeah this is based off that steven universe episode

[faerieyuri]

Oh my god.....benbaro date where they don't both realize it's a date? Orrrr narugodo post-prison hook-up?

Warning: DGS 2-5 spoilers. Also, since this is a drabble I didn’t bother to check historical accuracy for things like Victorian dating norms lol.

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“My, my! We’ve picked a wonderful day for a stroll!” Albert exclaimed as they meandered along the tree-lined promenade, arms linked loosely.

Barok let his lips twitch upward in a ghost of a smile. Albert’s schoolboyish enthusiasm had a way of rubbing off on him, and he’d found himself in much better spirits since his friend’s return to England.

The mild spring day had attracted throngs of people, though Barok paid scant attention to them beyond making sure none of them were Stronghart’s men. Even now, after the Reaper’s defeat, he remained wary that someone would sneak up behind them and attack his dear friend, though he was able to relax more and more each day.

“Isn’t it strange, though….” Albert chewed on his free thumb.

“Hmm?”

“Well, it seems as though everyone here…why, they seem to be young couples in love!”

Barok’s posture stiffened as he stopped in his tracks and unlinked their arms. “Is that so?” His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, and lo and behold, nearly everyone else was a young lady and man, strolling with eyes locked or picnicking beneath the stooped branches of a willow tree.

“I…” Albert’s cheeks flushed pink as he fluffed his blonde curls shyly. “I suppose I’d forgotten that this was the place where young lovers used to stroll when we were in university together! I had remembered it was a good place for a walk, but the reason why completely slipped my mind!”

Barok suddenly felt it was far too hot underneath his regalia. Now that he’d realized, he noticed all the curious stares from onlookers—their gender make-up was most unusual.

But he also noticed the way the sunlight dappled through the branches and caught Albert’s smiling face, and his heart swelled with an uplifting warmth he hadn’t felt in quite a long while.

“W-Well,” Barok cleared his throat. “It’d be a shame to waste this perfectly nice strolling weather, wouldn’t it?”

Albert’s smile widened. “Quite so, Barok! One must treasure these good spring days to get through the dreary ones!”

They resumed their stroll—this time, arms nestled together, their shoulders brushing one another’s as they walked.

[tennessoui]

exploiting the body politic au -

“Oh,” Aayla says, and Anakin looks up from his phone. Aayla’s looking at her own phone, collapsed on her back on the couch. “Why’d you try glasses when you could have just passed these around to the bored suburban moms?”

“What?” Anakin says and leans over. He gets a deft kick to the ribs for his troubles, but then Aayla passes over her phone and—and all she’s been doing is scrolling through some male model’s recent press or something because all the pictures are of the same guy in various outfits, looking various levels of handsome while doing normal people things like picking up groceries or getting out of his car or leaving a coffee shop. “Probably cause these have nothing to do with Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he says, handing the phone back to her. “Are you trying to say you think I should grow a beard? Cause I’ve been thinking mayb—”

“Stop,” Aayla interrupts, holding up a hand. “First of all, I would never tell you to grow a beard. No one is ever going to tell you that. Second of all, that is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“No it’s not,” Anakin says automatically. “Kenobi is like, old.”

Well, he’s thirty-five, Anakin knows that. And thirty-five isn’t old, but it’s also certainly not devastatingly attractive. 

“Give me that back,” he demands, extending his hand and grabbing at Aayla’s phone. He clicks on one of the photos on the screen at random, a shot of the bearded man carrying a paperbag full of groceries. It’s at least a few months old, because there’s a bouquet of spring flowers in the picture, balanced on top of the bag. The man’s hair looks reddish brown in the sun; his beard’s all neat and orderly and he’s wearing a light jacket over a loose shirt and slacks. Anakin was right the first time around—he’s very attractive in a way that screams look at me. 

He supposes that’s something politicians could probably have in common with models, but the man in the photo is looking far too windswept and…and casual to be a politician.

But then he looks past the photo, down at its title and it says City Councilman Kenobi on Cars, Community, and Cooking in Coruscant.

It must have been a slow news day.

“Huh,” Anakin says, swiping across the phone’s screen to pull up the next picture. It’s part of the same article from the Coruscant Star, except this time, Kenobi is looking at the camera with one eyebrow raised, expression carefully crafted to look both infinitely patient and two seconds away from snapping. It must have been taken on a different day altogether because the man is dressed in a reasonably nice looking outfit, though his tie is all loose around his neck. He’s standing in his office, maybe, or a prop office more likely, leaning a bit over a very heavy and fancy looking desk, balanced on one of his forearms which is all freckly and exposed because he’s rolled up his sleeves.

“Is this what the city council is using our tax dollars for?” Anakin asks, scandalized. “Soft-core porn shoots?”

“What?” Aayla says, demonstrating a freakish level of flexibility by leaning over to look at her phone screen without removing her feet from his lap. “It’s just a photo.”

Anakin splutters. “I may have pledged my undying loyalty to my hot TA, but even I cannot admit that that is not just a photo.”

“Whatever,” Aayla says, flopping back onto her back. “Don’t screenshot it and send it to yourself to beat off to later, that’s gross.”

“You’re gross,” Anakin replies, but he tosses her phone back at her. He wasn’t going to screenshot anything. “That’s our city councilman.”

“He’s your city councilman,” Aayla corrects lazily. “I’ve decided I was going to vote for his opponent.”

All politics is, Anakin decides, is one betrayal after another. 

[agblend13]

After seeing a post talking about setting a goal to write 200 words a day I've decided to give it a go. My aim is a book, but not a full novel -- if it's a chapbook or novella I'd be thrilled. I have vaguely pictured myself writing and illustrating a children's book at some point in time, but I've never seen myself pursuing capital w - Writing. And yet I am always thinking of stories and I'd like to push myself to flesh something out beyond a few paragraphs. No hard goals no stress no recriminations if I fail. Just going to see about setting a habit, and find out if it can lead to something beautiful and true.

[justablah56]

omw to bed now but just know guys . that I am thinking about Dani and VR LA . siblings of all time . maybe I'll make a real post about this when I wake up but just . man . guys they're literally siblings ,,,

[bigmeandragonlady]

stormcaller

[abhainnwhump]

"If there are any gods out there, then they all collectively hate me."

[i-like-books-and-women]

This is your friendly reminder that putting *insert scene here* as a placeholder so you can work on a part of your fic that is more interesting to you at that moment is in fact a valid writing strategy.

[heelycular-manslaughter]

game i made for the 200 word rpg challenge but ended up being like ~300 words. sighs. kicks ground. rips hair out until i bl

Standoff at the Edge of Memory

2 players, 1 coin

You are a hunter being hunted by your prey. 

One player is the Flipper, and one is the Caller. 

There are 6 bullets. The bullets are split between each player. There are 6 rounds in game, the last round presents the final standoff. On a private piece of paper, draw 6 circles representing scenes, assigning bullets to scenes of your choice. The other hunter cannot know your order. 

Scenes:

 Each scene with at least one bullet on it is a Cross. Scenes that you have a bullet on make you a Hunter. If your opponent has a bullet and you don't, you become the Hunted. 

If both players have a bullet, the round is considered a standoff. The flipper flips a coin, the caller calls the result. If the caller is correct, the player with the least amount of bullets left dies; if the amount is equal, you both survive and run away.

If neither of you have bullets, you do not cross paths. On these empty rounds, players flip a coin; if the caller is incorrect, they are no longer the caller, as players' roles switch.

The Final Standoff

Players flip a coin

Each time the Caller has been Hunted, they have planned more for this encounter; increase the Situation by 1. Decrease the situation by 1 for every previous standoff.

Situations:

-1: Correct call leaves both alive, incorrect kills both

2: Correct call leaves both alive, incorrect kills caller

3: Correct call kills both, incorrect kills the caller

4: Correct call kills the flipper, incorrect kills the caller

5+: Correct call kills the flipper, incorrect leaves both alive

If there is only one hunter on the final scene, they flip a coin, the Hunted calls it. If correct, they survive.

If there is no hunter on the final scene, you cross paths, exhausted. You leave your prey alive.

[hat-engineer]

Do you do Art Fight (its starting July 1st)?? If you do, wanna draw each other's ocs this year? I love your fic btw A Song With Ten Names! Its my fave ever

I'd love to! I have an artfight here. As a heads up, I'll be visiting my family for about the first two weeks of the month, so I'll probably only be seen afterwards for artfight. Also my Naruto blog is @immoralimmortals if you want to see posts about my fic and fanart. Feel free to DM me there if you need anything. You're a big sweetie, thank you for reading!

[downbadforbadmen]

Uhh guys I just wrote like 5 paragraphs for the Sukuna x court painter! Reader au thingy and I feel like god what is thIS ENERGY-

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

Man. You read one post about writing advice back in 2022 and suddenly you're on Wikipedia learning the history of fleshlights.

[lilbittymonster]

i know my creative drive is down the shitter bc i've had to go into survival crisis mode but jesus christ dude. i just want to make shit.

[varpusvaras]

How to know if the book is 90% of nonsense corporate fluff language? When you go to take an exam based on it and write literally whatever and get a 4 on 1-5 grading scale.