#hard times bingo

[freshiegayboi]

for your hard times Bingo, if it hasn't gotten picked yet, may i please call dibs on Kustard (Red/Sans)

Idiots in love (because what else could they be LOL) and either SWF or NSFW is perfectly fine. Otherwise you can have free reign on any other prompts you might feel the motivation to add and thank you very much for doing this.

of course bestie, thank you for sending one in <333

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 8: Kustard (fluff) ~800 words

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It was the snoring, really. It was a sign that Red had finally passed the hell out, and Sans was free to pull off his plan.

It was a plan that had been in the works for a while, given Red was so hard to trick. Keeping it on the downlow meant not telling Edge, even, because if Red asked Edge, he’d tell him. They were tight like that, given the whole Underfell thing.

But Sans needed this to be a secret, at least until he was able to get all the pieces in place. Then Red could know, since it involved him and all.

Sans was excited for it, excited to finally get to do something for and with Red that would sort of… steer the rest of their lives. He was ready for this step, and he hoped he hadn’t misread the situation, and that Red was ready too.

He just needed to get the last few things in place, and he’d be prepared for the Big Moment.

Red falling asleep gave him the perfect opportunity to do just that, Sans slipping out of his recliner and past Red without waking him up with all the practice that a relationship of 4 years had given him. Then he went to the kitchen, grabbing the cellphone they kept on the table and heading to the back porch where Red was unlikely to hear him.

Step 1: Order Red’s favorite take out. Complete.

Once the call was over, Sans having gone all out on the food he knew Red liked and that he himself enjoyed, he put the phone back on the table where it could continue to ignore spam calls, heading for the pantry. It had been a pain in the ass hiding Red’s favorite brownie mix where he wouldn’t sniff it out, but Sans had managed by prying up a floorboard and hiding the boxes of mix underneath, as well as the icing and sprinkles he knew his lover liked as well.

Step 2: Make Red’s favorite brownies. Initiated.

It was harder than he thought to move quietly around the kitchen. Sans saw now why Papyrus never really tried; everything seemed prepared to just jump around and clang loudly against whatever was closest to it.

But again, he managed, making a delicious looking brownie batter and putting it in a greased pan before sticking it in the oven.

He was on the clock now, Red would smell the baking chocolate before long, so Sans needed to hurry if he was going to get the last of it done before his lover woke up fully.

He’d never agreed with Papyrus on a lot of the things in his dating manual, but the one thing he did sort of respect, was wearing something nice when you wanted to make an impact. So, carefully tiptoeing past a still loudly snoring Red, he headed to their bedroom. Grabbing the box he’d kept hidden just under the pile of quilts they kept for winter time, he changed into the nice shirt and slacks he’d gotten just for this occasion.

Step 3: Wear something nice. Complete.

By the time he was finished dolling up, Sans was ready to head back to the kitchen, only to pause as he opened the bedroom door. The sound of snoring was no longer there, and there was the low mumble of talking from the front door. Sans couldn’t move, something like shock filling him, as Red thanked whoever it was and shut the door, heavy footsteps coming back towards the bedroom.

Red came around the corner, several bags of take out in his hands, confusion written all over his face. “...Sansy?”

Sans had half a mind to teleport away, which would be stupid. Instead he sighed, giving a lopsided, soft grin.

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when you woke up.”

Red blinked, glancing down at the food he still held. “You spent what… like sixty bucks on food? Why?”

Sans’s grin widened. “That’s not all I did. C’mon.”

Red just stared at him as he walked past, leading him to the kitchen where he mitted up and grabbed out the pan of deliciously gooey brownies.

“I hoped you’d be asleep till I got the toppings on these, but… y’know.” Sans said, gesturing to the bags of food Red had set on the table. Red’s gaze followed, to the food then to the brownies, then to Sans’s outfit.

“…What’s the occasion?” Red finally asked, something like soft suspicion in his voice, and Sans didn’t have it in him to wait till after all of this.

“Well… I love you. And I wanna always love you. So, I thought…”

He took a step forward, reaching into his pocket to get out the little box he’d struggled to keep hidden for weeks, maybe months, and went to kneel down only to stop as Red burst into laughter.

Sans felt a little something like dread fill his belly. “What? What is it?”

Red seemed to be unable to stop laughing, but reached into his own pocket… pulling out a similar box.

“Ya beat me to it, sweetheart.” he said, still chuckling, and Sans couldn’t help but laugh too.

What a pair they were, huh. That was the only thing Sans could think as he surged forward, wrapping around Red and catching him in a kiss.

[stealingyourbones]

Gonna start making another DPXDC writing challenge where I’ll make a bingo card generation that contains super popular tropes in the fandom.

The goal is to not write said tropes. Bingo of tropes to avoid and even more of a bonus if you do a blackout board on the tropes you didn’t do.

Reply with the most common DPxDC tropes ya can think of so I can add them to the Blackout Bingo List :)

[dustykneed]

spock remembers the loneliness of his childhood in shades of red, like dust clinging to his skin under a green sky, brittle and hollow and far too vast.

but now-- now, the loneliness is far away, a distant memory in this warm bed, because how could the world be too vast, when he has his whole universe in the warm bodies pressed up against him-- when he has everything he could ever have wished for in his arms.

he is not lonely, he thinks to himself, as leonard shifts against his chest and jim makes a soft, adoring sound, muffled in his hair. not anymore.

...

prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "therapy" ^^ spock works through his childhood trauma in space by being gay. what an icon

4 down!!! hell yeah 🩵💙💛

side note if anyone was wondering. THIS is what my screen time looks like (casually spending nearly 13 hours drawing in the apple notes app per week when medibang paint is sitting pretty at just 2 hours total. The power of hypfix amirite)

[warden-draws-sometimes]

DOUBLE BINGO LETS GO!!!!!!!!

[atlantablack]

"Love Letter (Clouds)", Sarah Manguso

Mithian/Merlin/Arthur for @merlinrarepairfest Day 5

[destiny-in-the-universe]

remember that angst idea? yeah- I decided to share it anyway!

So, because I made a c.AI bot for my own personal uses- I was hit with a very wild idea of my own design… it’s sort of, well, set in the past using an alternate universe. The starring main duo are the First Ninja who will be getting a name soon and Human! Nomicon (for the sake of the au, they’re brothers! whether this is ‘canon’ to my lore is up for debate) - there is also an alternative version with Rei Izumi but we’ll talk about that one separately!

Here’s honestly my thoughts for the entire AU- (buckle in and hold on to your seatbelt, y’all! This one’s going to be a doozy-)

🗡️ The First Ninja and Nomi are the sole survivors of the Norisu Clan. Ever since the demise of their siblings- they have attempted to continue tradition. The First Ninja is now the sole protector of Norrisville (even though the Sorcerer has been dealt with, he can’t find it in himself to stop-). On the other hand, Nomi is still young and becomes a scribe but he also has ninja training

🗡️ Nomi becomes more reserved than he was previously. He can’t bring himself not to focus on his own studies

🗡️ The First Ninja also begins to act differently- (he still remembers the destruction and the fire, the screams as he was forced to helplessly watch)

🗡️ Somewhere down the line, Finja and Nomi decide to begin working on the NinjaNomicon - to create a tome to store the teachings and wisdom of the Ninja; for the future holder of the mantle

🗡️ Unfortunately- someone else becomes power-hungry and Finja is sent out to deal with the problem, undergoing a mission while Nomi continues staying in Norrisville but things inevitably… go south

🗡️ Due to still cartoon-based logic- and because this is angst- the Sorcerer manages to be freed from his prison and captures the First Ninja. He holds him hostage inside the depths of an underground cave, determined to make him suffer before killing him

🗡️ One of Finja’s allies manages to report to Nomi who immediately jumps ship at rescuing his brother- no matter what happens, Nomi is not about to let his brother die at the hands of the Sorcerer

🗡️ After a lot of searching- Nomi manages to find the cave and sneaks inside, startled to see his older brother weakened and bound by enchanted chains. (He does not take this well, at all-)

🗡️ Having learned magic, Nomi is desperate to cast a counter-spell but before he can fully free his brother- the Sorcerer and Nomi are now locked in a duel. The problem is Nomi’s not mastered his abilities yet- as he is a teenager and still learning

🗡️ Nomi is slowly weakening against the Sorcerer but he’s fueled by the determination to protect his brother and in a sudden act of rage- he manages to knock the Sorcerer back and due to the power of ‘I said so’ - the Sorcerer is sealed away back in his prison but Nomi is exhausted and barely manages to stay upright

🗡️ Unfortunately, Finja is also immensely weak- bruised and battered- and they hardly have the energy to do much. I’m going to ignore what actually happened with the c.AI and say either Rei shows up to get them out of there before they inevitably pass out or Nomi uses the last bit of his strength to escape the cave with Finja

🗡️ I’m not entirely sure what happens after this but let’s just say that the recovery period happens and eventually they manage to complete the NinjaNomicon and well, I do have a bad ending version for this because I’m mean but at the same time, if things play out well, everything goes back to normal

This is still being fleshed out! Nothing is concrete for the time being! I might honestly turn this into yet another fanfiction- I have constant brainrot and far too many WIP’s this is a problem, holy shit

This is for my own angst reasons

[macrocest]

Is the objective of the bingo card to include everything in one fic, or have multiple fics focusing on each square?

This is a little hard for me to explain so bear with me:

Each square should have at least its own chapter. So it could be that each square is a oneshot / its own fic OR you could have a multichapter fic where the themes of a few chapters are squares.

Basically: you could do it either way, but one chapter only counts as one square.

This is how we worded it on AO3:

Q: Could I combine prompts?

A: While multiple prompts may be used in one work, they must each have their own dedicated chapter. Any one shot/single chapter fic containing multiple prompts will only satisfy one square.

[dullahandyke]

Films good movies good banshees of inisherin was good

[s0fter-sin]

i need leon who can’t stand people being near his neck bc of all the times zombies bit him there, it’s just become a huge trigger zone for him

[vivitalks]

hi!! as some of you may have noticed, this february i participated in jasico bingo, organized by @jasico-challenges. true to title, it was in fact challenging, but it was also fun and rewarding and i wound up surprising myself with how much i wrote (more than 20k!!)

soooo here's my bingo card, and linked below are all the fics i wrote. miraculously, i did get bingo! and i would like to state for the record that while i didn't finish something for each prompt, i started things for a few of them, which hopefully i'll eventually finish and post. my jasico journey is not over yet :)

quick shoutout to @jankwritten, doing this was 100x more fun once i got to yell with you about it

i know you feel safe under my skin - prompt: forced proximity || tumblr link

like a burst of technicolor in a world of black and white - prompt: painting nails || tumblr link

take in every moment (hold it close again) - prompt: movie night || tumblr link

you are a wildflower garden growing in my head - prompt: jason remembers nico || tumblr link

pure gold - prompts: cooking, PTSD, holding hands, first kiss, near-death experience, painting, falling in love || tumblr link

this is the first bingo challenge i've done, and i had a great time. it was def challenging but also really fun and it got me writing more than i would have otherwise. so yeah! thanks to everyone who read my silly little fics :) xoxo

[freshiegayboi]

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

[villruu]

chat, I think I finally managed to think of a way of writing jam

[blanketempress]

Yayyy OC asks!!! I request A, B, D, & E for Antoine, Arzel, & Lorenzo because I can't choose :'3 Thankie!

thank youuu <33

Anton

A) Why are you excited about this character? 

He's pretty fun to play, he's trying very hard but also acts without thinking which is great bc it means I get to do some stupid things I want to do every now and then.

He's mortified about his fucking ups but I'm not, he's my chew toy and my punching bag, I want to make his life worse 💖

B) What inspired you to create them?

I was interested in clan Malkavian and the Madness Network + found out about the archetypes of the 6 main mathuselahs we hear about ; the Dionysian whose name is self explanatory, Addemar the hermit/scientist, Tryphosa the Sybil/advisor, Brude the scholar/historian, the Black Hag witch/prophet

All six of these archetypes were pretty interesting but I picked Brude for a bloodline, then I read more about kindred historians, found out about the Mnemosyne cult, and I tossed the Church of Caine in the mix bc it made sense for a scholar to be involved with it

For his wet cat personality, I just thought it was funny to play a vampire w no backbone, and malkavians make great depressed sad wet cats. It transformed over time into him being deadly afraid of the Beast. He’s not (always) afraid of people or situations per say, he’s afraid of losing control, which is very fun to me personally

 D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? 

He’s a recycled version of an older OC, so I already had the big lines, he just looks more fucked up and a little older, I didn’t have to change much over time

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

I think we'd get along at first, then he'd infuriate me so much, then we'd get along super well forever as we go through different stages of friendship

He gets along with everyone who isn't actively trying to kill him

Arzel

A) Why are you excited about this character? 

He's pretty fun to play, I like playing characters with high strength or high charisma and he has both

He fits more than well into the vtm victorian world and he's pretty nosy which means I can go and be as nosy as I, the player, want to be

B) What inspired you to create them? 

He's a recycled version of another OC of mine, who was built to be ruthless but still charming

I was invited to play VTM V5 but I didn’t know ANYTHING about the setting like, aside from the fact that it was about vampires. I read a lot of lore and I thought the 'warlord' side of the Ventrue clan was under-exploited and it's a shame. I also liked the idea of a Ventrue with humble origins but enough ambition and leadership to grab every opportunity to climb the ladder

Still hesitated between clan Brujah and clan Ventrue but in the end he kind of made a stereotypical Brujah and a more interesting Ventrue

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? 

He always had roughly the same looks, I already had a solid base with Ombe, I didn't have to tweak it much once I had decided on the general vibe 

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? 

I think we'd get along but in a polite colleagues way 

We wouldn't be friends but I'd be happy to work w him and have a chat from time to time and I think he'd be in the same state of mind

Lorenzo

A) Why are you excited about this character? 

he’s a little freak who does crimes

I can't wait for the consequences of his actions to come bite him in the ass

B) What inspired you to create them? 

Spite, mostly. And I think necromancy is always fun to play with

In the VTMB game one of the reasons someone might not be embraced was bc he's gay, so I decided to make a gay trans Giovanni, that was literally my main motivation

Then I read the Giovanni handbook, which has all the trigger warnings in the world bc they really, REALLY wanted to make the most edgy and gross clan soooo bad, and I knew I just had to make that character out of spite

Then I had the brilliant idea to go "but wait. they're italians, they're all related, and spanning multiple generations. the petty personal drama must be INSANE" and it went downhill from there

I also thought the "you're bored out of your mind" archetype was an interesting base

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? 

We don’t talk about my very first draft where he looked like a 12 years old with greasy long hair

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? 

I think if we were stuck at a party we can’t leave we’d have a decent conversation then never cross paths again

[peculiar--princess]

Thinking of all the kind souls I met while in treatment&residential… I could cry 😭

[electricpurrs]

i tried to steal that interest bingo thing nick was doing and then realized i have like. 3 interests

[izzy-b-hands]

8/20's au-gust fill...is in progress but might also just get deleted and skipped lmao (it's still so wordy and not finished and I have zero confidence in this fucker. I think I would like it but then again I like verbose little weird novellas/short stories that are a packed slice of time and then I never hear from any of the characters in that universe/au ever again but think about them forever after. But that's definitely not to everyone's taste or even anyone's taste in general, broadly so. Things to consider)

today's (8/21) fill isn't happening. Tomorrow's fill, possibly.

thank fuck 8/23's fill has been done for ages now

and I'm picking away at fills for 8/24 and 8/25 for now (bc I can't sleep until I get more done, even if it's just a few lines that I wind up deleting)