#holiday writing challenge

[lewmagoo]

lewmagoo’s holiday celebration

the holiday season is my absolute favorite time of year, and i thought it would be fun to host a writing celebration to get into the festive spirit! 🎄

RULES:

use the tag #the holidays with lewmagoo

must be 18+ to join

you may choose one prompt and/or one song from below and use it as inspiration for your creation! writing, fanart, moodboards, etc are all welcome!

there are two lists below. if you would like to only use a song, or only use a prompt, you can. or, if you would like to combine the two (ex: "let it snow/building a snowman with rhett") you may do that as well

to participate, send me an ask with your prompt and character choice, and i will add you to the list

limit to one prompt/one song per person

limit to one character per person

example as to what your ask may look like:

if two people request the same prompt, i will permit it as long as you are writing about different characters

no more than two creators per prompt

tag or message me when you post your submission so i can read and reblog it!

please have your submissions posted on or before december 31st

note: crossed out prompts mean those slots are filled

CHARACTERS YOU MAY CHOOSE FROM:

bob floyd

rhett abbott

miles miller

calvin evans

harrison knott

ben mears

SONGS:

christmas for cowboys (@seitmai | rhett)

sleigh ride

i'll be home for christmas (@thesewordsareallihavetogive | bob)

let it snow!

have yourself a merry little christmas (@dazzlerwriting | bob)

winter wonderland

last christmas (@briseisgone | bob)

home for the holidays

please come home for christmas (@sebsxphia | rhett)

silver bells

white christmas

aspenglow (@sunblchdfly | bob)

christmas tree farm (@rhettabbotts | rhett)

mistletoe and holly

merry christmas darling

PROMPTS:

decorating the christmas tree (@desert-fern | bob)

fake dating for the holidays (@versipellesh | rhett)

first snowfall of the year

watching christmas movies

baking cookies together (@lovinglyeternal | rhett)

participating in unusual traditions

christmas morning (@whisperofsong | bob)

caught under the mistletoe (@/dazzlerwriting | bob)

making a gingerbread house (@mrsrobert-bob-floyd | bob) (@floydsmuse | rhett)

snowed in during a heavy snow storm (@delopsia | rhett)

building a snowman (@ryebecca | rhett)

spending the holidays with found family

you're each other's secret santa (@live-love-be-unique | bob floyd) (@/rhettabbotts | rhett)

falling into the snow to make snow angels together

sitting down to wrap presents together (@bobfloydsbabe | rhett)

quiet winter night

going sledding together at night

warming the other's cold hands (@11bet-on-bex11 | bob)

proposing on christmas eve

learning how to ice skate (@thiswaytoinfinity | bob)

snuggled up together in front of the fireplace (@auroralightsthesky | calvin)

christmas morning breakfast in bed

candy cane kisses

snowflakes on your eyelashes

warming each other up after a snowball fight (@mynameismckenziemae | rhett)

best present you've ever gotten

pulling them in by the scarf for a kiss

cooking a holiday dinner together (@withahappyrefrain | ben)

first christmas together (@beautifulandvoid | bob)

late night drive to see christmas lights (@rhettsunshine | rhett)

please reblog this for anyone who might be interested! merry christmas and happy holidays to all, i can't wait to see what you come up with!

[beatleshalloween]

I have 99 followers but a bitch ain't one!

😜 yeah I aged myself!!!

[bg-sparrow]

At the great insistence of our Discord server to make every month a celebration of Back to the Future, I am honored to host December's Celebration with the

BttF Bingo Christmas Card!

Write, draw, edit, art, whatevs! The point is to get bingo by the end of the month -- meaning you don't have to do EVERY SINGLE PROMPT, leaving lots of time for holiday cheer with your loved ones (because December gets busy)! I can't wait to see all the holiday-themed Back to the Future content! Post it here, post it there, post it everywhere!

Join in the fun with the #bttf bingo christmas card tag!

(Yes, you may laugh at my art.)

[goldenavenger02]

A Drabble For The Holiday Season

Since I have one more deadline for the year and it just needs to be posted, I decided to do this. Send me the fandom, some characters and a prompt and I’ll write you a little something for the holidays (please do this over asks)

And the prompt does not have to be holiday themed, it can be whatever you want

A friendly reminder that I write for the MCU, Teen Wolf, Ninjago and Lab Rats. :)

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

So I'm slowly working on editing my masterlist, here this story slightly changed - not much, but I hope it is better to read now :)

I didn’t want it to be this way

Pairing: Dark!Curtis Everett x F!Reader;

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only;

Warnings: Non-con, cursing, explicit sexual content, forced loss of virginity, angst, smut.

Summary: Train crashed, but there are survivors. Both from tail and head. But you are not the leader. Curtis is. However, he is not the same as he was before the crash. You try to talk to him but nothing is as it was back then.

A/N: This a one-shot made for the amazing @jtargaryen18​ ‘s Dark Curtis Holiday Challenge. This is probably the darkest and most angst thing I wrote… ever! I am actually feeling like making a story out of this if someone will be interested. Thinking of it as a preview :)

Word count: 3100+

Keep reading

[12daysofchristmas]

Join us in the 2024 12 Days of Christmas Challenge as we hope to spread a little ✨holiday joy and cheer✨ through the magic of writing fanfiction & creating art!

About & Rules

The challenge will run from December 13-24, 2024.

The challenge is open to any and all fandoms.

Submissions must include at least one of the prompts for that day but can combine two, three, or all four.

Prompts for the day always include: a word/words, a scenario, a quote, a "famous" quote (taken from songs and movies)

Tag your submissions with #12daysofchristmas2024 and/or mention this blog so that we will be notified to reblog your submissions here. (Also, it would be super cool if you gave this blog a follow!)

Submissions for the day must be posted before midnight YOUR time. We're not super hard-and-fast about this rule, but posting within time is very much appreciated! 

If you’re posting your submission directly on Tumblr (as opposed to linking to an external site such as AO3), you MUST use a “keep reading” cut!

Edit: We're now also allowing ALL KINDS OF ART: drawings, edits, aesthetics, mood boards, videos, podfics, fiber arts... go wild!

!! Absolutely NO AI creations !!

Please format ALL submissions with the following heading:

Title Day/Prompt(s) Fandom/Character(s)/Ship Warnings (if applicable): Word Count/Medium (in case it's art):  Example: Santa, Baby Day 8 - “Prompt(s) for that day” AEW - Adam Page x OC Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, sexual situations (explicit) Word Count: 7,290 or: Medium: fan video

You can also include a summary, gif, edit, whatever you want! Just don’t forget the “keep reading” if you’re posting directly on Tumblr!

2024 Prompts

Day 1 ❄️ First snow ❄️ Getting soaked ❄️ “Your hands are so cold.” ❄️ “I suppose it all started with the snow.” —Frosty the Snowman

Day 2 ❄️ Little lie ❄️ Trapped together in a snowstorm ❄️ “I thought you knew where you were going?!” ❄️ “I don’t know what to say, but it’s Christmas, and we’re all in misery.” —National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

Day 3 ❄️ Accelerated heartbeat ❄️ Kissing in the snow ❄️ “Here, take my coat.” ❄️ “Let's hope the snow will make this Christmas right.” —Queen

Day 4 ❄️ Mulled wine ❄️ Playing board games ❄️ “I have no regrets.” ❄️ “Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas.” —How the Grinch Stole Christmas, 2000

Day 5 ❄️ Cookies ❄️ Holiday-themed contest ❄️ “That definitely looks… interesting?” ❄️ “That is exactly why you want a high-quality fire extinguisher right in the kitchen.” —The Santa Clause

Day 6 ❄️ Present ❄️ Making a new Christmas tradition ❄️ “Not another Christmas movie!” ❄️ “You say you hate Washington’s birthday or Thanksgiving, and nobody cares, but you say you hate Christmas, and people treat you like you’re a leper.” —Gremlins

Day 7 ❄️ Decorations ❄️ A little accident ❄️ “I was just trying to help!” ❄️ “I want my house to be seen from space.” —Deck The Halls

Day 8 ❄️ Touch starved ❄️ Telling secrets around the fire ❄️ “Sometimes the hardest part is forgiving yourself.” ❄️ “Santa, can't you hear me?” —Ariana Grande & Kelly Clarkson

Day 9 ❄️ Christmas fair/market ❄️ Late shopping (together) ❄️ “Hmm, this is actually not bad.” ❄️ “When you're still waiting for the snow to fall, doesn't really feel like Christmas at all.” —Coldplay

Day 10 ❄️ Surprise visit ❄️ Lighting scented candles ❄️ “I didn’t know you were here.” ❄️ “You’re skipping Christmas! Isn’t that against the law?” —Christmas with the Kranks

Day 11 ❄️ Fairy lights ❄️ Christmas party/ball ❄️ “I never want this night to end.” ❄️ “I won’t even wish for snow. And I’m just gonna keep on waiting, underneath the mistletoe.” —Mariah Carey

Day 12 ❄️ Feast ❄️ Indoor picnic by the tree/fireplace ❄️ “I baked your favourite cookie/pie/cake.” ❄️ “You are all I need tonight underneath the Christmas lights.” —Sia

Extra Challenge

Angst or fluff, romance or platonic - you're unsure in what direction your fic should go? Spin our

Wheel

and let it decide for you! You can spin it once and write all fics with what comes up, you can spin it daily and change course accordingly, you can spin it as often as you need or not at all - it's all up to you.

Please don’t hesitate to contact us with any questions! Also, feel free to share this post and help spread the joy and cheer!

Happy writing, and good luck 🍀

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Sweet indulgence 🛼

Written for the Valentine's Day pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles blog.

Rated: G

CW: none

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in roller skates; First date (Eddie says it counts 💖)

Notes: continued from this one.

"You can’t be fucking serious,” Steve says. 

“Why not?” Eddie throws the garishly pink flier back down on the table. “It’s still Valentine’s Day.” 

“For thirteen more minutes,” Steve bristles, pen pressing down on his little notepad so hard that Eddie is afraid he’ll punch a hole through it. “You don’t even have a date.” 

“Didn’t know that was required,” Eddie grins. “All I’m saying is, if you offer a Valentine’s Day special, then that special should be available for the entirety of Valentine’s Day, so …” 

Steve makes an exasperated sound, but still jots down the order. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he barks over his shoulder as he pushes away from the table and disappears into the kitchen. “Just so you know.” 

Eddie watches him glide away, legs and ass a meal in their own right in those shorts and knee-highs and the fucking roller skates. 

Maybe the boy has a point. Maybe he is being ridiculous. 

It’s not exactly normal behavior, discovering that your former high school king is now a waiter at the diner down the street, and then promptly declaring said diner your new after-work dinner spot. But Eddie never claimed to be normal. And he’s always been a tad bit obsessed with Steve Harrington, so here they are. 

Steve has long resigned himself to his nightly visits. Never once has he acknowledged their shared history, and Eddie hasn’t pushed. Instead, he’s slowly putting together all the little puzzle pieces he’s been collecting. 

Steve will grumble and scowl and bitch over Eddie’s absurd orders and constant attempts at flirting, but he never fails to pocket his generous tips, so he must be struggling financially. He’s pulling at least one job besides the one at the diner. Most likely a babysitting gig, as indicated by the sparkly hair clips and stickers that Eddie regularly spots in his hair and on his clothes. He’s also not seeing anyone, because if he was, he sure as hell wouldn’t be working the night shift on Valentine’s Day. 

He also hasn’t eaten in a while, if the tummy rumble as he brings the order is anything to go by. Eddie quirks a brow. Steve blushes and hugs the tray to his chest. 

“Enjoy your meal,” he says, but Eddie holds up a hand and gestures invitingly at the empty seat opposite him. 

“Join me?” 

Steve’s brow furrows. “I’m on the clock.” 

“Oh yeah, and super fucking busy, I can see,” Eddie quips. “Indulge me, my liege.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip, casting a hesitant glance towards the kitchen. Finally, he sighs and slips into the free seat. Eddie hands over one of the two cupcakes on his plate, decorated in a lopsided tower of frosting and a smattering of heart-shaped sprinkles. Steve devours nearly half of it with two enormous bites, and if triumph blooms warm and heavy in Eddie’s chest, that’s neither here nor there. 

“So,” he drawls, ignoring his own cupcake in favor of stacking his chin on top of his folded hands, peering at Steve over the rim of his sunglasses. “How was your day? Been handing out lots of these little babies?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, sure,” he says around a mouthful of frosting. “Have you seen this place? Premium date spot. So classy and romantic.” 

They lapse into silence for a few seconds. Steve grabs the milkshake with the two straws without waiting for an invitation and takes an enormous sip. There’s a tiny pink sprinkle at the corner of his mouth. Eddie resists the temptation to reach out and wipe it away. 

“What about you, huh? You own the record label down the street, right? Surely your day was much more interesting than mine.” 

So he isn’t the only one who’s been puzzling, Eddie thinks. 

“Hellfire Records,” he nods, happy to ramble about his baby, even though Steve’s attempt at diverting the topic is not nearly as subtle as the boy may think. “We have some pretty cool bands, but I’m not sure they’re your taste, exactly.” 

“Oh?” Steve shoves the last bit of cupcake into his mouth, licking leftover frosting off his fingers. “Bold of you to assume that you’d know my taste. Indulge me?” 

Eddie does. 

Steve does, it turns out, know fuck all about metal and grunge, but he’s surprisingly interested and open-minded. Much more open-minded than Eddie would’ve expected from Hawkins High royalty. By the time they wrap up their little talk and make their way over to the counter, Steve has finished not only the milkshake, but also the second cupcake.

When Eddie hands over the usual fifty, Steve hesitates. 

“You already gave me all the food.” 

Eddie smiles easily. “So? Gotta let my favorite waiter know I appreciate him on this fine holiday.” 

Something flits over Steve’s face, something open and vulnerable, but it’s gone as soon as it came. 

“Don’t think you can buy my affection, Eddie,” he murmurs, snatching the bank note from Eddie’s fingers and stuffing it into his apron pocket. 

“Don’t worry,” Eddie winks and saunters towards the door - carefully making sure to keep the giddy spring out of his step. Steve called him Eddie. Not Munson. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Good,” Steve calls after him. “See you tomorrow?” 

“You bet, big boy,” Eddie says. He’s just about to leave when something else occurs to him. “And I’ll be sure to pick a nicer spot for our second date, promise.” 

Steve’s blush is as pink as the sprinkle that’s still stuck at the corner of his mouth. Eddie doesn’t wait for his retort, just shuts the door and makes for home, grinning like a maniac.

🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕🛼💕

Tagging some ppl who expressed interest last time: @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon @steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 3

[masoena]

WinterNatural is Back!!! 2024 Edition

Hello SPN Family!

@quickreaver and I are bringing WinterNatural back for 2024 with gorgeous art by @aomasade as the event banner and promo pic. Same event as last year; anyone can submit as many prompts as they like either anonymous or not. Anyone can claim to write or art for as many prompts as they wish.

Prompt meme hosted on AO3 Prompt Form || Profile

SPN or SPN RPF

Submit a prompt or 20

Take a prompt to art or write for or 20

All fills should be finished by December 31, 2024 but the collection and event will remain open beyond that.

Easy-going and stress-free prompt meme event.

[its-all-papaya]

landoscar + 41? 🧡 maybe fake/pr-dating-turned-real-dating coded, so maybe even + 56? like, they realize the fake wasn't that fake anymore 🙈 (insert i am in love are you in love audio here)

they are both in love, anon.

(because i found it kind of impossible to explain without adding sooo much exposition... oscar is not a driver. he's just... a guy. that mclaren found. to date lando. suspend your disbelief, idk)

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

41. to pretend (or is it?) | landoscar | 1.2k

Lando is in over his head. His aching, pounding, hurts-so-bad-it’s-making-him nauseous head. If he’d known one throw-away trip to the club in Miami was going to complicate his life so irreparably, he would have tucked his P1 trophy into bed next to him and gone straight to sleep like a good, boring boy. Instead, he’d gotten catastrophically fucked-up on any number of things he doesn’t remember and tossed himself dick-first into an entire publicity nightmare. That’s the worst part, probably: Lando doesn’t even remember. He remembers taking shots with Max and Danny and he remembers – barely – stumbling to the bathroom, and the next discernable point on that mental timeline comes at approximately 6:45 a.m., when he’d woken up to go vomit and found his lock screen so full of notifications that it’d made him forget to wonder where the man he’d gone to bed next to had pissed off to so early.

Since then, every minute of Lando’s life not spent in the car has felt full wall-to-wall with interviews, and meetings with crisis management, and saying “I’d prefer not to comment on that” so many times he hears it on repeat like an ear worm when he’s falling asleep at night. And also Oscar. There’s been a lot of Oscar.

He’s waiting in the lobby of McLaren’s hospitality when Lando arrives down from his driver’s room after qualifying in Brazil. Lando wonders how he got in, if their bosses have finally decided he’s trustworthy enough to walk around unchaperoned. It’s funny that he ever didn’t have a pass, actually; he is technically a McLaren employee. Probably. Lando thinks he gets paid. They’ve never talked about the specifics.

Either way, however he got there, Oscar is by himself in the lobby, leaned back in a chair, thumbing at his phone. He looks up when he senses Lando’s arrival, and Lando must look even more pathetic than he even thought, because Oscar’s face immediately goes soft with concern and he leaps up to take Lando’s bag off his hands.

“Hey, you alright?” he asks. He slides the backpack onto his own shoulders and then steadies a hand in the middle of Lando’s back, thumb tracing comforting little circles near his spine.

Lando could lie, but there’s not really any point to that, so he lets his face fold into the grimace it wants to be in and presses his thumb between his eyebrows.

“Head’s killing me,” he says. It comes out weak.

Oscar makes a sad little sound in sympathy, and the palm on Lando’s back shifts to his side so Oscar can tug him closer. Lando doesn’t have the energy to fight Oscar on these things at the best of times lately, so he’s definitely not going to when he’s exhausted and sick with the pain behind his eyes. Even though there’s really nobody around to see them.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel, then,” Oscar says, and Lando has never agreed to anything faster.

Oscar leads the way out of hospitality and through the paddock, fingers linked securely between Lando’s own. It’s baffling that he’s already been around this circus long enough to know the way without help. Nice, though, because Lando’s not really in a state to be of any.

They run into a few people along the way – fans or sponsors or employees. Lando doesn’t get the chance to tell which are which, because every time somebody new greets them, Oscar’s fingers tighten around his own and he talks the both of them cleverly out of the conversation before Lando can even consider what he would say if he was left to his own devices. It feels nearly impossible that less than six months ago, Oscar could barely say two words to Lando without being directly asked to.

“Oscar!” he hears as they’re nearing the exit, and they’re so close to relative quiet that Lando can’t help but groan about it. Oscar squeezes his hand again like an apology as he turns to address whoever it is.

"What’s up?” Oscar asks. When Lando lifts his eyes from the pavement, it’s Max stood before them. Both of his hands are hooked in the straps of his backpack and his chest is heaving just a little, like he’d jogged to catch them up.

“You’ll of course be at the race tomorrow?” Max asks. Lando’s not sure where this conversation is going, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t have to happen right now. He hopes the look he’s giving Max is sufficiently irritated.

It must do the job, because Max’s eyes brighten and he says “Not pleased about that, Lando?”

Oscar’s hand goes from Lando’s palm to his back again, quick, and before Lando can open his mouth, Oscar’s saying, “He doesn’t feel good.”

“Ah,” Max says. Lando can’t figure out the look he’s being given.

“The race tomorrow?” Lando presses. If they’re going to chat about whatever it was right now, they could at least get to the point.

Max nods, shifting his gaze back to Oscar, “You are staying, yeah?”

“Yeah," Oscar says, "Why?”

It’s taking too long. Lando squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead against Oscar’s shoulder, hoping the counterpressure might do anything at all for the hot ache in his brain. Oscar’s hand goes immediately to the back of Lando’s neck, like it’s habit, and his thumb starts drawing firm lines down the muscle there, hairline to nape. It feels…really, really nice, actually.

“You’ll fly back with us after,” he can make out Max saying, “to Monaco. Lando and I and a few others.”

That doesn’t really make sense. Oscar’s been planning to go home for a bit over the mini break, Lando knows, they talked about it nearly right away when the agreement was drawn up. Far be it from him to argue that point, though, not when Oscar’s saying “Yeah, thanks, mate,” and his thumb’s still easing the pain in Lando’s skull. Lando would blame it on the headache, but it’s not like he’ll mind the extra time with Oscar, either. Which Max knows.

Lando cracks his eyes open and shifts enough to squint suspiciously at his friend, but Max is just grinning happily at the pair of them.

“Very good,” Max says. Sure.

“That’s all?” Oscar asks. His thumb finally stills. Lando does not whine about it, but it’s a close thing.

“Yes,” Max says, “you can take grumpy home now.”

Then, before Lando can decide whether that’s worth getting upset over, Oscar squeezes the back of his neck and nudges him up off his shoulder. His eyes are apologetic when Lando meets them, and he kisses Lando once on the forehead as he slides their palms back together.

It’s nice. Domestic. Very convincing, probably. Oscar’s gotten really good at his job.

“We’ll see you, mate,” Oscar says.

Max clasps Oscar’s hand for a second, then squeezes Lando’s shoulder on his way by.

When he's a few steps off, Oscar says, “Ready?” like Lando hasn’t been begging to go this whole time.

Lando says yes, please and he can tell it's a little whiny, because Oscar says "Hey, okay love, I'm sorry" and brushes a gentle kiss against his lips. Lando thinks Max is probably too far away to see it, but Oscar would know better.

It’s not until they’re finally settled into the back of the car, sides pressed together, that Lando remembers:

“Max knows about everything. You didn’t have to… he knows.”

Oscar’s gaze is soft and maybe a little sad, for some reason, but he smiles past it and combs his fingers through Lando’s hair until he settles.

“Yeah,” Oscar says as Lando’s head falls back against his shoulder, “He does.”

[pan-flute-skeleton]

Winter Wonderklok 2023

Welcome to the first ever Winter Wonderklok! A holiday Metalocalypse themed event leading up to Christmas. Twelve days of prompts instead of gifts for your true love. How zazzy is that! You are free to create anything you want. Make art, write stories, put together playlists, design moodboards and overall, take the time to have fun with it. I know this coming out a smidge early, but I want to make sure everyone has time to relax after kloktober, think and create. I made it a point to try and be as broad as possible because I know not everyone celebrates Christmas. Please feel free to adjust to your standards. As a fan creator myself, I do these things for the fun of it and in a way that fits my style. I encourage you all to do the same. Don’t feel like a certain prompt? Do something else entirely! 

There are a few things I would like to clarify and they go as follows:

What do you mean by ‘Rankin Bass?’ Rankin Bass is the production company that produced all of your favorite Christmas movies like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Beautiful puppetry and stop motion pioneers that are cherished to this day. I challenge artists to attempt the style in their own way. Or simply have your character of choice enjoying the specials. However you want to tackle the iconic figures.

What do you mean by ‘Saran wrap ball?’ It’s a type of grab bag game that involves…saran wrap! Who would’ve thought. I will attach a video below for reference on how it’s made and how it’s played. I will say that each house has their own rules so feel free to adjust anything you’d like.

What do you mean by ‘OC Special?’ I am an OC (original character) writer. Many of my friends are too. The few prompts that are labeled ‘OC special’ are meant to encourage use of OCs, interaction with other OCs and even creation of new OCs. I would love for people to take the opportunity to create someone or something new or try something they’ve been meaning to for a while. Challenge yourself! But if that isn’t your style, that’s okay too. If you do not want to use or make an OC, you’re more than welcome to use a canon character of choice instead.

What do you mean by ‘Toys for Tots?’ This is a charity program run by the U.S. Marine Corps Reserve which distributes toys to children whose families cannot afford to buy them for Christmas. Ongoing for over seventy five years and common enough, but just in case anyone needed a reminder.

I encourage you to use #WinterWonderklok2023 when you post your work. Love keeping things organized. Good luck everyone! Can’t wait to see what you can come up with.

I also want to give a huge shout out to @papabigtoes for all the visuals for Wonderklok. I really could not pull this off without her insane art skills. Thank you a million times over my friend!

Plain text list:

Dec 13 Improvised snowman decoration 

Dec 14 Baking cookies

Dec 15 Hot tub in the snow

Dec 16 Black friday*

Dec 17 Everyone gets socks

Dec 18 Lighting candles

Dec 19 Saran wrap ball

Dec 20 Secret Santa with another character*

Dec 21 Dethfam holiday

Dec 22 Rankin Bass

Dec 23 Homemade gift

Dec 24 Toys for tots*

*=OC Special

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Will Binx get dressed up for the annual Curtis and Honey Halloween party? (I've decided it's an annual thing now, no takebacksies 🤭)

Babes, you say its a thing, It is now a thing. I deem it so, they have a annual halloween party with their friends. And of course Binx is gonna get dressed up! He wouldn't miss out getting all the attention because he was so cute all in costume. That cat is a fiend for affection.

How about we call this my first little entry to Horny Hoe's Hootenanny. Prompt is in bold.

Party Prep

A Curtis and Honey Drabble

Curtis came in with a grocery bag of odds and ends tucked under his arm for you. a few last minute ingredients for making halloween themed snacks.

He wouldn't have minded doing the errand for you regardless, but you promised to let him taste test everything before anyone else and that was a job Curtis very much enjoyed.

Just being with you in the kitchen, watching you hum and chat excitedly while you were cooking, the man was smitten. He could watch you all day doing what you loved.

"I'm back." He called out, sliding the bag onto the table, figuring you were upstairs doing another one of your projects, so he went about taking care of the cold stuff when he heard a scuffle and mewl at his feet.

Glancing down expecting to see their black cat with sharp green eyes staring back up at him waiting for affection or treats wasn't what greeted him exactly.

Instead their were a pair of flimsy bat wings fluttering off Binx's back, making him huff in a laugh. "I see she got you too, Kid." Binx mewled again, stretching his front paws up Curtis's shin while he placed his hands on his hips, grinning down at the cat.

"I didn't make him do anything!" You protested from the kitchens entryway. "He wanted to dress up."

"That's what he told you?" Curtis arched an brow, amusment making his stoic features look softer, almost boyish.

You nodded while slipping in your pair of fangs, Curtis eyes narrowing on them. He remembered what they were, how you used them. Your voice was muffled a bit when you responded. "Yeah, told me he really wanted to play the part. Goes with the fangs." You snapped them teasing, backing up a step when you saw Curtis tense up.

"Well if that's the case... we better get upstairs, finish getting you in costume Pretty Girl." His foot nudged Binx back. "Get lost Kid, I gotta go play Count von Count for a bit."

"Count von Count?" You snorted, preparing yourself to bolt. You felt the anticipation travel down to your toes, just waiting for him to make his move. "Why the sesame street vampire?" You backed up a step towards the staircase, Curtis taking a step forward. "You gotta make this quick. I still have a lot to do." You warned him.

"Because we're gonna count all the times I ruin you till the party starts." He leapt, making you squeal and jump back, twisting to race for the stairs, Curtis right behind you following you up. "Fuck being quick Pretty Girl, Imma take my time. I will help you make your snacks." His hand swatted at your ass as you both tumbled into the bedroom.

Binx took all of two seconds to watch his people before bolting after them, his little bat wings fluttering in his actions.

[creators-club]

Welcome to the first '24 Days of Christmas' event for the Creators’ Club. Every holiday, we plan to have a custom event planned. For Christmas, we are hosting a prompt event.

Prompts:

Day 1:

Holiday Words: snow, reindeer, fireplace Holiday Phrase: "All is calm, all is bright."

Day 2:

Holiday Words: mistletoe, stockings, cocoa Holiday Phrase: "Home for the holidays."

Day 3:

Holiday Words: garland, sleigh, twinkle Holiday Phrase: "A winter wonderland."

Day 4:

Holiday Words: chimney, bells, frosty Holiday Phrase: "Silent night, holy night."

Day 5:

Holiday Words: candy cane, ribbon, wreath Holiday Phrase: "Deck the halls with boughs of holly."

Day 6:

Holiday Words: eggnog, Santa, frost Holiday Phrase: "Naughty or nice?"

Day 7:

Holiday Words: nutcracker, sugarplum, scarf Holiday Phrase: "‘Tis the season to be jolly."

Day 8:

Holiday Words: sleigh bells, gift, evergreen Holiday Phrase: "Over the river and through the woods."

Day 9:

Holiday Words: carolers, snowflake, gingerbread Holiday Phrase: "Do you hear what I hear?"

Day 10:

Holiday Words: poinsettia, icicle, peppermint Holiday Phrase: "Walking in a winter wonderland."

Day 11:

Holiday Words: elf, chimney, mittens Holiday Phrase: "Underneath the mistletoe."

Day 12:

Holiday Words: ornament, pinecone, sleigh ride Holiday Phrase: "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

Day 13:

Holiday Words: candy, cocoa, snowfall Holiday Phrase: "Rockin’ around the Christmas tree."

Day 14:

Holiday Words: holly, lights, cheer Holiday Phrase: "It’s the most wonderful time of the year."

Day 15:

Holiday Words: ribbon, present, sparkles Holiday Phrase: "Have yourself a merry little Christmas."

Day 16:

Holiday Words: star, tree, joy Holiday Phrase: "Peace on Earth, goodwill to all."

Day 17:

Holiday Words: tinsel, cookies, glitter Holiday Phrase: "Oh, what fun it is to ride."

Day 18:

Holiday Words: wrapping paper, icicle, marshmallows Holiday Phrase: "On a cold winter’s night."

Day 19:

Holiday Words: snowman, jingle, candy cane Holiday Phrase: "Making spirits bright."

Day 20:

Holiday Words: lantern, cider, log Holiday Phrase: "Bringing tidings of comfort and joy."

Day 21:

Holiday Words: snow globe, sled, chocolate Holiday Phrase: "Under the sparkling lights."

Day 22:

Holiday Words: angel, melody, starry Holiday Phrase: "A child is born."

Day 23:

Holiday Words: gingerbread, carol, magic Holiday Phrase: "Let your heart be light."

Day 24:

Holiday Words: holly, miracle, velvet Holiday Phrase: "As the world awaits Christmas morn."

Guidelines Under the Read More

The 24 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge will officially run from December 1st to December 24th, giving participants the chance to immerse themselves in a festive creative journey. To provide a head start, participants can begin brainstorming and drafting as early as November 18th, though official entries will be accepted only during the event dates.

All submissions must include the hashtag #cc24DaysofChristmas to ensure they are recognized as part of the event. During this time, there will be no regular Creators Club events, allowing members to fully focus on this unique challenge.

All submissions written by followers who are not on the tag list will be featured under user: guest.

Submissions must be entirely original, as AI-generated content is strictly prohibited.

All submissions must be, at least, 100 words.

Each day, a new prompt will be shared, offering participants inspiration to create something festive and engaging. While writers are encouraged to follow the prompts in order, they may use them as flexible starting points for their work.

You do not need to use all the prompts for the day. Just use as much as you need to get the juices flowing.

While there is no strict word limit, all entries should demonstrate thought and effort.

Collaborative entries are welcome, provided all collaborators adhere to the same guidelines.

If you have any questions, please feel free to send @creators-club a question.

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[uwudonoodle]

Writeblr: "NoNoWriMo are sell outs. Let's cancel them!"

Me, who is brand new to writing, thinking it was just an activity people chose to do, much like making a New Year's Resolution: "It's an organization...? With like money and stuff???"

[smexy-balrogs]

Galadriel has never known peace. Most definitely not whilst she traveled to the ends of Middle-Earth through ice and fire and rain and wind, seeking revenge on a counterfeit power. Not in Lindon, where she woke up every morning to the faint smell of the sea and spent her days with her dear Elrond underneath the ever-orange leaves. Not even in the Far West, where her brothers spun her around in the fresh mountain air and the light of the Trees shone on her skin and her hair.

Sometimes, she blames it on her wretched uncle and his leering stares. Fëanor was greedy and volatile and prideful. Worst of all, Galadriel saw herself in him. His hands were much like hers, slender and calloused from ages spent in Aulë’s forge, but his touch was sinister, stroking her hair as if she were another of his crafts to reshape into something more beautiful.

Other times, Galadriel blames it on her kin. For all their light, the Ñoldor were made too curious, too eager. She still remembers the first kinslaying—her first taste of death—and the all-consuming hatred that after and forevermore filled her.

Galadriel, last of the Golden House of Finarfin.

No, she has never known peace.

But perhaps, she thinks, this is as close to peace as she has ever gotten. Standing next to the devil himself. The waves crash on the shore below them and send seaspray onto her face. She licks her lips, feeling his eyes track the movement.

Galadriel has always been a creature of war. The other children in the Undying Lands, she knew, detested her under the thin veil of admiration they displayed. As a child, she could not ascertain whether they felt fear or abhorrence, although she still often dreamt of vengeance. Yet for all her daydreams, when Fëanor gave to her the opportunity to take it on a silver platter, vengeance had felt vile. She has never forgotten the sight of the white swan-sails dotted with the crimson blood of her mother’s kin at Alqualondë. Though she has not laid down her sword, not once, to keep fighting for the fate of Middle-Earth, there are still those who believe her to be an abomination: those who sided with Fëanor when he spread her legs and claimed her hair wrought the ruin of all children of the One.

“There will never be another like us,” the man who is not a man smiles sidelong at her, “my queen.”

This path they are hurtling down is treacherous, but Galadriel has never known anything else.

[12daysofchristmas]

THE CHALLENGE STARTS TUESDAY! Can't wait to see everyone's creations!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

It’s that magical time of year again where we hope to spread some ✨joy and cheer✨ via Christmas-, holiday-, and winter-themed fanfiction, gifs, fan art, and edits. Rules and information below the cut!

Keep reading

[flynndesdelca]

Portal 12 Days of Christmas Prompt List

What's this? Portal Christmas prompts? Sort of. Taking inspiration from the time of year, the celebrations, and the song itself, I'd like to present to you the Portal 12 Days of Christmas prompt list!

I did a lot of research to find prompts in four categories: prompts inspired by the song itself, prompts inspired by the various feasts and celebrations, prompts inspired by the more mundane aspects of the holiday, and of course Portal-specific prompts inspired by the first three in various ways.

While the actual 12 days of Christmas start at the end of the month, that time of year is far too busy for this sort of thing so I felt it would be better to post it earlier in the month to give people ample time to participate if they so choose.

Testing doesn't stop, even during the holidays, so let's bring some Aperture-themed cheer!

Written list and guidelines under the cut.

The rules are simple.

There's absolutely no obligation to participate every day. Some people are more busy than others this time of year, so participate at your own pace and comfort level. If you aren't inspired by a day's prompts or end up too busy to keep going, that's totally fine! It's all for fun.

Any medium you want to use is fine, whether physical or digital. Sketches, writing, felt work, renders, completed art… whatever sort of inspiration you might get!

Let's use the tag 'Portal 12 Days of Christmas' to track posts. I'll try to reblog any participating posts I see.

Prompts: Day 1: Trees, Feasting, Party, The surface Day 2: Partners, Mercy, Shopping, Companion Cube Day 3: Foreign/ the unknown, Devotion, Wine/drinks, Wheatley Day 4: Birds, Children, Role Reversal, GLaDOS' crows Day 5: Rings, Argument, Work, Portals Day 6: Eggs, Protection, Breakfast, Chell Day 7: Swimming/sports, Authority, New Year's Eve, GLaDOS Day 8: Farms, Mothers, New Year's resolutions, Lying when nervous Day 9: Dancing, Doctors, Friends, Atlas and P-Body Day 10: Flight, Names, Travel/visiting, Repulsion gel Day 11: Music, Education, Reading, Turret opera/GLaDOS singing Day 12: Time, Stars, Holiday cleanup, Cake