#my chosen word count for this challenge is 500 words

[fortune-maiden]

Note to self: next time you commit to a 30 day challenge for some bizarre reason, pick an easier word limit

[navybrat817]

A Hero's Reward

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a hero and every hero deserves a reward.

Word Count: Almost 500

Warnings: Implied NONCON/DUBCON, kidnapping, dark Avengers, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge Week 5! Character: Bucky Barnes. Length: 200-500 words. Prompt: "Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me." ❤️ @krirebr , thank you for chatting me about this and everyone should check out What You Can Do For Your Country. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Heroes were meant to make the world a better place. They exemplified courage, resilience, and determination while serving as living embodiments of values and ideals that many admired. They offered protection and safety. And you were lucky enough to live in a time with The Avengers, the self-proclaimed world's mightiest heroes who saved the Earth time and time again.

But no one liked to talk about the burden placed on their shoulders. Or that they had their own needs outside of the fight. So what did the heroes take for their reward? Whatever they wanted.

Bucky Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier, only wanted one thing.

You.

“Look at me,” he ordered above a whisper.

You brushed a tear away as you lifted your gaze and moved back to the corner of your bed to cower. The cell Tony made was comfortable enough, but the massive size and aura of Bucky made it seem small and dark. It would never be your home. They took you from it the moment the Soldier decided he wanted you as his personal doll. You were told it was an honor and a privilege.

The same thing they told the occupants in the other cells, each one a reward chosen by the various team members.

“Bucky,” you said, your voice hoarse from your earlier screams. You managed to break free from your cell earlier that day, but the relief was temporary since you were quickly caught and dragged back. “I just want to go home, Sir. Please.”

Bucky observed you as he walked toward the bed, his icy blue eyes not leaving your trembling form for a second. “This place is only temporary. Steve and I will move you and his girl into our new home once it's ready,” he told you, brushing his metal hand along your cheek as you tried not to flinch. “Do you remember what I told you your first night here?”

“Yes,” you answered, trying to block out the memory.

You fought him. Well, you tried to. He quickly proved why he was a hero in the physical sense when he overpowered you. He then proved why he was your villain when he split you open with his cock.

“Yet you still tried to run,” he said, his voice laced with hurt and anger. “Wherever you go and whatever you do, all you will feel is me.”

A shiver of fear and anticipation ran down your spine as he straightened up and unbuckled his belt. You knew what was coming, but it didn't make it any easier. The worst part deep down was how much you liked him owning you. That was why you had to get away.

But he would never let you go.

“So let me remind you how good it feels when I'm inside you,” he said, tugging the sheet away when you tried to cover yourself. “And let's see you try and run from me by the time I'm done with you.”

He can keep me. That's fine! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[ghostboneswrites2]

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A Daryl Dixon Fanfic Challenge

Welcome back, fellow Dixon fiends, to yet another mediocre challenge from yours truly. 🩸

This challenge is (obviously) in honor of spooky season, so let’s jump right in! 👻

How to participate:

Simply select a prompt from below the cut and get to writing! 🔪 Be aware, each prompt has a unique set of challenges!

🩸Deadline is October 31!

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November!

Once you’ve completed your story, just post it, tag me, and tag the post #ddhh so I can find them all easily!

Rules:

Daryl Dixon x Reader only!

500 word minimum*

5k word maximum*

Must be able to stand alone!

Can be part of an ongoing series, but again, must be able to stand alone without outside context.

Writers may only enter one story from one prompt.

Please clarify which prompt you chose somewhere on your post.

* minimum & maximum word counts are approximate!

Prizes & Results:

Each prompt category will have one winner each.

Results will be decided via polls beginning in the first week of November.

🩸Each poll will be up for voting for 7 days.

🩸Winners will be announced in the second week of November.

The winner from each prompt will:

🩸Be tagged in an honorary winner post!

🩸Have one story of their choosing linked to every fic I post + my masterlist until December 31, 2024.

Prompts:

Choose wisely! Each prompt has its own unique set of kill counts, quotes, advantages, and challenges.

Here is a key for reference:

Kill Count: Mandatory number of deaths.

Setting/Era: Mandatory setting/era.

Quote: A line that must be included in your dialogue.

Challenge: Something that may make a prompt harder than the others.

Advantage: Something that may make the prompt easier than the others.

Slasher

summary: A classic, gory horror trope! Someone in the group has gone insane! The horrors of the post-apocalyptic world has driven them mad! They’re killing everyone! Who are they? Why have they done this? Who will survive?

setting/era: must be set either in Alexandria or the Prison

kill count: 4 to 8 kills

quote: “How could you?”

challenge: The killer must be a canon character from your chosen era, and your kills must also be canon characters from your chosen era. Killer cannot be Daryl or Reader. Killer also cannot be a canonical villain (like the Governor, Termites, Negan, Alpha, etc.)

advantage: Kills can be done with any weapon of choice, to any character of choice.

Supernatural

summary: A (supernatural creature of your choice) is terrorizing and killing off members of the group. What is it? What does it look like? How does it kill? More importantly, how will the survivors kill it?

setting/era: The Greene Farm

kill count: 3 to 5 kills

quote: “What the fuck is it?!” / “Dead, as soon as o figure out how.”

challenge: Supernatural creature cannot be a ghost, demon, or other spirit of any kind.

advantage: Your supernatural creature can be a classic (werewolf, vampire, wendigo, etc) or it can be something completely original and unexplainable. This gives freedom to describe your monster with as much/little detail as you please.

Paranormal

summary: A paranormal force has made its presence known and brought pain and terror upon its victims. Maybe it’s a demonic possession taking over one of the survivors, maybe it’s an angry spirit taking its home back. You decide!

setting/era: —

kill count: —

quote: “Kill it!” / It’s already dead!” / “So are the walkers!”

challenge: Your paranormal entity must not be visible to the human eye, creating an extra layer of difficulty for the survivors.

advantage: Kills are optional. No mandatory setting/era.

FAQ

Do major characters have to die (like Rick, Carol, etc) or do minor characters (like Olivia, Axel, etc) count towards the kill count as well?

Anyone can die!

Can my supernatural creature be anything that isn’t a ghost or spirit?

Yes! Could even be an alien!

Can I write a story for multiple prompts and only use one for the challenge?

Sure! You can even post them! Just be sure to specify which one you’d like to enter in the challenge, even if you do so by just sending me a message.

For the Slasher prompt, who qualifies as a villain?

Good question. Lots of morally gray characters on TWD, so it can be hard to decide who’s a villain and who’s just an asshole. For our purposes, let’s say Negan, Alpha, the Termites, and the Governor are the villains that are off limits.

Credits:

dividers from: @sister-lucifer

I do not own TWD and its characters, blah blah blah.

tags: @kissmeunicornbaobei @thesadcatt0 @clairealeehelsing @duckybird101 @tmntfixationxreader @ryoujoking @blackvelveteen1339 @yondus-girl @ladylincoln @sunshinebug9 @saylum559 @yoowhatthefuck @duffmckagansbandana @celtic-crossbow @virginsexgod69 @dazzling-roaring-20s @l0kilaufeys0n7 @uhnanix @superbowlisgay @liizzygrant @eddiemunsonsupremecy @raeraegoaway @ophelialaufey @theskinniestjackson-denny @dilfsalltheway @negansbestie @mfnqueen1 @raynelbabe

[b-ubbleberry]

' 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽 '

To celebrate the occasion of hitting my 332 follower, I m honored to host my second event 'the best friends event' . My first event was 'the fashion event' in which condidats was challenged to make a moodboard with a fashion brand of my own choice . And today, here I am coming with a totally new idea, ofc after checking and doing my own research. I decided to host a new event under the name of 'best friends event' .

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 :

The word 'best friends' refers to a strong bond between two or a group of individuals. A best friend is like the sun, always shining and brightening up your world, lifting your spirits when you feel down. They are like a compass, guiding you through the darkest of storms, and always there when you most need them. A best friend is a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, a hand to hold when you fall, and a heart that beats for you and yours. They are family, chosen and loved, a friend you can count on in any and every situation. A best friend is a gift, a treasure, a blessing, a light in your life, a love that's strong and true, the kind of friendship that will last a lifetime, through the highs and lows.

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓣𝓸 𝓙𝓸𝓲𝓷:

1. Like and reblog the event's post and mention three of your moots. Comment 'joining' in the comments section to claim your entry as a participant .

2. You are demanded to make a mb with the duo that you will get after spinning the wheel .

3. Make sure to tag me on the moodboard and use the #best friends berry-event , do not copy other's moodboards because if you do, you will be eliminated .

Start: 05 may 2024

Deadline: 31 may 2024

𝓟𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼:

Dm me later to claim your prize .

For 🥇: a s/o, 500 reblog, 30 like, 2 set of dividers and a pack of aesthetic symbols .

For 🥈: a s/o, 250 reblog, 15 like, 1 set of dividers and a pack of aesthetic symbols .

For 🥉: 125 reblog, 7 like, a set of dividers .

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓾𝓷:

For fun, I will make for the 6 winners of my choice a matching mb so they can match with their besties 🫶🏻 .

Tags(n/f): @yeritos @p-oisn @minjuszns @miublogsite @miumiudaga @mingisito @mjngs @fairytopea @obrigados @aegsll @gigittamic @compyuqiter @ourdadai @f-lustra @fairymiese @f-loqweres @f-eori @i-kyujin @estrellicas @eunsite @egorls @endlesslywe @v6mpcat @i6gyu @i0410 @i9hyein @hyetori @venrthaa @daddldee @yeribbon @yenagorls @yumjins @pommecita @poicelain @p-osse @pliestar .

F/n: finally I m making my second event I m so proud and I would like to thank everyone who supported and still support me through my first year in Tumblr. Special thanks to my besties @yeritos , @p-oisn and @winteryeoni (I missed u baby:(() thank you guys because yall are really my only besties here 🫶🏻. Enjoy making moodboards yall because the whole propose of this event is making friends and enjoying .

[somber-sapphic]

Loved your latest Carina fic! Can I request a reversal where Carina shows up to work at the clinic to find Maya sick and refusing to go home despite everyone telling her to. Maybe including “I sneezed twice, is that a crime?” “Baby, I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, you look like shit” and “It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles.”  🫶🏼

Switching Things Up

〖Summary: After receiving multiple calls to come get her wife, Carina goes down to the station to drag her home.〗

〖Word Count: 500〗

〖Pairing: Carina x Sick Maya〗

〖Notes: I had a lot of fun with this! I don't usually write sick Maya so I hope I did the character justice. Also I'm running out of title ideas (again), can you tell?〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“It’s chaos here. I can’t just stop working because I have the sniffles. Who the fuck organized this?” Maya scoffed, frantically sifting through a stack of messy papers. She was searching for something, probably for an incident form that she had been rambling about when Carina walked in. There had been a mishap with a disoriented patient earlier, from what she could gather Jack had been hit but she wasn’t pushing. 

“It’s because you have the “sniffles” that you need to stop working,” She put air quotes around the word sniffles, emphasizing just how stupid that sounded given Maya’s current condition. “You are not at 100%, you’re missing things. Careless mistakes in medicine harm patients.” 

In any other situation, she wouldn’t have come out swinging like that, she would have tried to take a more gentle approach and chosen her words carefully but she was at her wit's end. Every member of Station 19 had called her, each one begging her to come get Maya. 

Some had been nice about it, Ben phrased it as a suggestion whereas Andy and Vic were demanding. Andy was similarly worried about patient safety and Vic was worried about herself. The ranting voicemail had been interesting, her loudly whispered words containing more expletives than Carina had ever heard from the leader of Crisis One. If it hadn’t been about her wife’s health she would’ve found it funny. 

“I sneezed twice, is that a crime?” The firefighter snapped, whirling around to glare at Carina. The brunette raised an eyebrow in challenge and studied Maya’s sweaty face. She hadn’t gotten a good look at her wife - it’s hard to see the face of someone you’re chasing - but her complexion wasn't too far off from that of a corpse. 

“Bambina, I’m saying this in the nicest way possible, you look like shit. You’re burning up, you’re too sick to be here. Let’s go home, I’ll make you pastina and you can watch whatever you want on the TV, even those horror movies you like. Please, Maya, you’re swaying.” 

Carina reached out and took her wife’s shoulders, holding her in place. She could feel the fever burning through Maya’s shirt and up close it was easier to the haze of confusion in her eyes. 

“What did you come in here looking for?” Carina asked, cupping her flushed cheek in a soft hand. Maya blinked, her brow crinkling as she tried to think. Her mask slipped slightly, allowing the doctor to see her true vulnerability. 

“I…I don't…” She trailed off, sudden tears building in her eyes. The fast switch of emotions was telling and arguably more concerning than the fever. To make Maya come even close to tears she must have been feeling worse than Carina originally thought.

“It’s okay Maya. Let's go home, your team can take care of everything here, let me take care of you.”

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[starrystevie]

hiya everyone! the month of june is a big one for not only myself personally but also for this blog so we'll be celebrating a few things:

my own birthday on june 24th!

reaching 2k followers! (which is still mind blowing where did y'all come from)

pride month!

now i may not be a gif maker or edit maker, but i do want to celebrate by interacting with you all in the ways i know how! i'm going to be hosting what i like to call "roll for...?", a mysterious way to get stranger things content from me for the rest of the month. starting today, june 13, you can send me in asks for things to roll for (just make sure you go over the rules before sending in an ask pls <3)

if you're interested in participating, click the read more for the rules!

how it works:

i'll have the following categories to pick from: drabble, playlist, or aesthetic/moodboard. pick one of those categories and then select up to 3 of the following subcategories for me to roll specifics for: ship, trope, vibe/colors, length, era, crossover. whatever subcategories go unchosen, i can use if i want to! each of the subcategories will have a few options in them that i will then roll for to leave the final product up to the luck of the roll. if needed, any additional details will be left up to me! if you would like it to be entirely my pick, please select 3 ships listed below for me to choose from and i will take it from there. warning, some categories will be easier for me to combine than others (ie vibe with crossover might be challenging) so please take every post with a grain of salt. this is all just for fun. these will be posted as i can get them done, so feel free to send in asks whenever you want to! i will stop accepting asks for this project on june 30th but will probably still have things to post after that. all posts will be tagged with #rollfor2023 to help keep things organized.

important to know!:

if you have any triggers or things you wouldn't want to me to include, please let me know what to avoid. i'll honor it no questions asked. all drabbles will be rated anywhere from general to mature with absolutely zero explicit smut unless you tell me you are comfortable with it being included. overcommunicate with me and we'll both be happy campers!

subcategory specifics:

ship: 1. steve/eddie, 2. robin/nancy, 3. robin/chrissy, 4. jonathan/argyle, 5. joyce/hopper, 6. bee's pick of steve ship (platonic or romantic) trope: 1. enemies to lovers, 2. friends to lovers, 3. one bed, 4. the italicized 'oh', 5. soulmates, 6. bee's pick of shop au vibe/colors: 1. whimsical/pastels, 2. angst/dark muted, 3. hopeless romantic/soft pinks, 4. cheerful/bright & bold, 5. bittersweet/blues & greys, 6. angry/dark reds length (around a certain word/song count): 1. 100-300 words/3 songs, 2. 300-500 words/5 songs, 3. 500-750 words/8 songs, 4. 750-1000 words/10 songs, 5. 1000-1500 words/15 songs, 6. bee's pick era: 1. ancient greek, 2. 1980s, 3. modern/2020s, 4. 1800s wild west, 5. 1940s, 6. unspecified fantasy world timeline ala lotr or got crossover (all chosen from my favorites!): 1. moulin rogue, 2. across the universe, 3. bee's pick of disney movie, 4. grishaverse, 5. glee, 6. supernatural

an example ask (can copy / paste if you'd like!):

i would like a drabble with a roll for ship, length, and crossover. avoid character death and mentions of drugs.

i hope this makes sense, so please let me know if you have questions! i'm truly just wanting to do something fun for the hell of it because isn't that we're all here for anyway?! rejoining the fandom side of tumblr this time last year has been such a great decision. i've been able to meet so many of you wonderful people and remember what it's like to enjoy fandom spaces again without shame. best of all, it's gotten me writing again, which had been such a big part of my hobbies that i had pushed aside. getting back into writing as a way to express myself and make content with some fucking guys from some fucking tv show has made a massive difference in my happiness over the last year.

i thank you all so sincerely for being with me along the ride. tagging some of my beloved buds here in no possible order because if it weren't for y'alls support, i never would have written half the things i have. thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly <3

@buckleydiaz @thefreakandthehair @yournowheregirl @scoops-stevie @gothbat99 @bayouteche @toburnup @stevethehairington @judasofsuburbia @henderdads @sharpbutsoft @kkpwnall @figthefruitfaeth @fastcardotmp3 @fragilecapric0rnn @wynnyfryd @stargyles @jeysuso @bitchsteve @lovespiralls @riality-check @cheatghost @legitcookie @hellsfireclub @sanguineterrain @kingofscoops @roykentt @sidekick-hero

[snowwhite-andtheknight]

Obiyuki Trope Madness 2023: Semi Finals

We have finally reached our Final Four! The match dates are:

March 25:  I Kiss Your Hand vs. Bodyguard Crush March 26: You Called Me “X”: It Must Be Serious vs. In Love with the Mark

Whichever trope wins their day by having the most content will go on to the Championship Match!

Tag: #obiyukimadness23

Medias: Fic, art, edits or playlists

[PLEASE READ ALL GUIDELINES BEFORE POSTING YOUR WORKS]

Guidelines:

All work must be your own

The main pairing is Obi x Shirayuki

Fics, art, edits and playlists are all valid works for this challenge

Must contain one trope from the day’s match up

Must be tagged #obiyukimadness23 within the first five tags

With tumblr’s history of breaking the tag, however, we also encourage you to @ the comm with your submissions

You may submit more than one entry for each day!

You may submit entries for both teams (a single entry can ONLY be counted for a single prompt, not both)

Fics must be over 500 words to count as a fill

Submissions must be complete; ie. one complete chapter, one complete sketch, one complete playlist

All NSFW content must be tagged and under a Read More!

Please label with your chosen trope! (It will probably be obvious, BUT just in case)

If, for some reason, you need to post your Match 2 prompt before your Match 1 prompt, you may post both on the first day

Works violating the guidelines will be disqualified from Trope Madness

Be nice

Play hard

Can I base my work off of other fanworks? (aka, make fanart of a fanfic, write fanfic based on fanart, make an edit of a fanfic or write a fanfic for a playlist, etc)

This is absolutely welcome! If your medium is the same (making a fanfic of a fanfic, or fanart inspired by fanart), please check with the creator of the original fanwork, but otherwise just credit the work that inspired you.

What works are considered valid entries?

Fic, art, edits & playlists, provided that they aren’t “ballot box stuffers” – no quick stick figure comics please, and we do not allow mangacap/gif + quote in caption edits. Fics must be 500 words+; art does not have to be a full colored finished piece, but at least a finished sketch; playlists between 8-12 songs.

[duhragonball]

Nanwum Schemin'

I finished my August writing challenge tonight, and I'm pleased to say that I managed to hit 20,000 words and that's actually enough to cover this year's Christmas special. I tried this last year, but I only wrote 15k in September, and Red Christmas ended up being 32k long, so I wound up writing more than half of it in December anyway. This time, I took that into account, which is why I used August instead. I figured if Blue Christmas ran long, I'd be able to use September to finish it off, but it looks like I managed to fit the entire plot in 20k, so that's satisfying. I need a little more to finish the ending, and there's some stuff I'll want to add and take out, but overall, I have a working first draft that I can have ready for AO3 without much trouble.

I still have to figure out what the hell Yellow Christmas will be about. I saved that one for last, since yellow is the Luffa color, but I think I've used up all the good fanfic AU tropes by now, so I'm gonna have to get creative. But that's a problem for 2024, and I'm here to talk about the fall of 2023.

Concerning the Apocrypha Liveblog, I plan on wrapping up some loose ends in September. Super Dragon Ball Heroes episode 50 came out last week, so I can write about how the Aeos arc (we won!). I also want to knock out the DBS movies, and I think the DBS Manga will probably be done with their Super Hero adaptation, so I'm penciling that in as well. Whatever's left over I can deal with in October or later.

November is NanoWriMo season, and this will be my 7th entry in the event. I don't count my ill-fated attempt in 2003, since I never logged it with the website, and I had no idea what I was doing and flamed out by the second or third day. But I've been doing these since 2017 and I've been racking up wins ever since. I'm feeling confident at the moment, so I'm going to try to set some goals for myself, which I'll put under the cut.

Looking back at my past runs, I've had some good years and some difficult ones where I didn't reach the 50k goal until Day 29 or 30. I always find it more satisfying to finish early if I can. My preference is to have things wrapped up by Day 20, so I can write more stuff in the overrun, or start editing and posting, or just slack off for the next ten days. It's always enjoyable, so I think I need to make this a priority.

For a number of years, my objective was to boost word count and reach certain milestones in the Luffa storyline, but I passed one million words last year, and this year I've nearly finished the Xenoverse 1 adaptation, so things are a little different. I think I can afford to think about how to improve productivity, rather than how to hit certain plot points. So we'll aim for that.

Currently, my earliest win date is Day 17, which I pulled off back in 2021. So I'm going to try to hit 50k on or before Day 16. Here's how.

This month, I learned I can get more done by breaking up my large word goals in to 500 word chunks. To finish by Day 16, I'll need to average about 3000 words a day, which is something I've always struggled to do consistently, but now, I think I can make that work. The idea is to devote six hours across a day, where I write 500 words in each of those hours. It really seemed to help me out this month, so it's time to see if that technique can push me further.

One other thing I want to try is to break my personal record for one-day writing totals. Currently, that stands at 7023 words. So I've chosen three days where I can attempt to do that. I'd like to do more than jut hit 7024, though. 9001 would be pretty sweet for the meme value, but it sounds really daunting.

The important thing here is that I give myself permission to fail. If I can't maintain 3k per day, that's fine, because even falling short of that goal still makes good progress. If I can't make it to 7k or beyond, that's fine too, because wherever I land, it's still a lot of progress. And if I'm not done by Day 16 it's fine, because I'll have two weeks left.

But I think I can do this. The rewards would be sweet. AEW Full Gear is on the 18th, and it'd be pretty great to just have a lazy Saturday where I watch that instead of writing. NJPW will probably run their World Tag League shows between November 15 and December 15, so I'd have the whole second half of November freed up. And mostly, I like the precedent it would set if I could consistently land 3k in six hours or less. I feel like that's something I need to prove to myself.

If this is going to work, I need to do some solid plotting in October so I'm ready. I do reasonably well with "they fight" as a prompt, but if I have a list of spots and story beats to work with, that would cut down on the indecision that usually holds me back.

[saving-word-crawls]

The Cold Comfort Farm Crawl

By: rosemaryandrue

Welcome to the Cold Comfort Farm Word Crawl!

Cold Comfort Farm, written by Stella Gibbons in 1932, is my favorite book ever, and so here’s a word crawl based on it. This is aimed for those who want to do a nice long crawl but have their work broken up into small chunks - the challenge will become progressively tougher but shouldn’t be too intensive. Enjoy!

To Mr Anthony Pookworthy, Esq., A.B.S, L.L.R. Dear Mr Pookworthy, Stella Gibbons hopes this meagre offering is worthy of you! Dedicate yourself to your craft by warming up by writing for 3 minutes.

Chapter 1 Orphaned by parents she barely know, Flora lodges in the home of her brassiere-collecting friend, Mrs. Smiling. Write to the next hundred words as you ready yourself for dinner with Mrs. Smiling, Bikki, and your cousin Charles.

Chapter 2 Having made up her mind to go live with a relative, Flora writes letters to various aunts and uncles. Write for four minutes, one for each letter.

Chapter 3 The Starkadders learn that Robert Poste’s child is coming to stay with them. Write 100 words as the family argues over whether this is a good idea or not.

Chapter 4 “Did I coddle thee as a mommet for this?” Flora’s worst fears are realized - there is a Seth, and a Reuben too! Write for five minutes to send for your gum-boots.

Chapter 5 Flora meets the Starkadders, and is introduced to the Dominant Grandmother Theme that is Aunt Ada Doom. Write for ten minutes as you try to find someone to wash your curtains.

Chapter 6 Down in the cottage, Meriam is brought a-bed of a fine boy - her fourth. Write to the next one hundred words as you explain to her the concept of contraception.

Chapter 7 It is lunch time, and Reuben and Seth must be faced - write 100 words as you try to convince Reuben that you don’t want his land, and then another 100 words to avoid Seth’s ham-fisted seduction.

Chapter 8 It is time to quiver. Flora goes with Uncle Amos to see him preach about hellfire and brimstone, but unfortunately it makes her rather claustrophobic. Write for eight minutes as you make your way out of church.

Chapter 9 Flora goes in search of a decent meal to the local tea shop, where she meets the unmistakable Mr. Mybug. Write 300 words as you politely listen to him talk about Pard-spirit: A Study of Branwell Bronte.

Chapter 10 Aunt Ada Doom saw something nasty in the woodshed 70 years ago, and she has never been the same since. Write 150 words as you reflect on what it could have been.

Chapter 11 Flora finally catches up with Elfine, a rather free-spirited young lady who wants to be invited to a dance by her secret fiancé Dick Hawk-Monitor. Write for five minutes as you consider the rich inner lives of all these Starkadders.

Chapter 12 What a busy day you’ve had! Driving home with Harkaway, civilising Elfine, and retrieving your letters from Urk! Is it any wonder you let the bull out? Write 400 words as you let everyone know it was you who did it.

Chapter 13 After an edifying day in London, Elfine and Flora are ready for the dance - but the sukebind is blooming, and that is an ill omen. Write to the next 500 words as you try to make sure Aunt Ada Doom doesn’t find out.

Chapter 14 Flora is reunited with the urbane Claud Hart-Harris, and the quartet is off to the dance! Write for ten minutes as you contemplate that curious mix of tragedy, joy, and farce that is a country ball.

Chapter 15 Elfine and Dick’s engagement is announced, but the fruition of Flora’s greatest schemes lies still ahead. Everyone is awake and waiting for you at Cold Comfort Farm! Roll a die and write 5 minutes if it’s even, 15 if it’s odd as you try to find out how your luck will turn.

Chapter 16 Aunt Ada Doom has chosen this night of them all to hold the Counting. Amos announces his intentions to become a roving preacher, Urk takes Meriam in lieu of Elfine, and Aunt Ada Doom is utterly horrified. Write for 20 minutes as you wait to go to bed.

Chapter 17 Mr Neck and Mr Mybug have come to visit Cold Comfort Farm, and Seth is scouted for the movies. But how could one say no to such a red-blooded hunk of a man? Write 500 words as Mr. Neck figures out how to convince the Starkadders to relinquish his prize.

Chapter 18 Seth is gone, Mr. Mybug has transferred his affections to Rennet, and Amos has gotten his hands on a Ford car. Write to the next thousand as you gossip with Mrs. Beetle.

Chapter 19 Flora receives a marriage proposal, but alas it will be Mark Dolour’s Nancy who will be mistress of Cold Comfort Farm in the end, for certainly Flora doesn’t want it! Write for ten minutes as you tactfully turn Reuben down.

Chapter 20 Aunt Judith, poor soul, is finally hied to a psycho-analyst. And Flora has the flash! Write 300 words as you sit closeted in mysterious discussion with Aunt Ada Doom.

Chapter 21 It’s Midsummer Day, and a beautiful day for a wedding - Elfine and Dick’s! Write for half an hour as you corral all the crying womenfolk.

Chapter 22 Aunt Ada Doom is finally downstairs, and off to Paris in her plane! But she’s not the only one leaving, for Flora has called Charles to come to pick her up as well. Write 400 words as you wait for him to arrive.

Chapter 23 How peaceful it is, to have set everything to rights, and now to have such a lovely reward. Write to the next thousand as you consent to marry Charles.

Good luck!

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A Place From A Glance

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by brightsun_and_darkmidnight

Thor gives Jane the experience of a picnic in a different realm she has never been.

 Index Card Challenge - The cards have spoken! My good friend, Melodylnoelle and I created a writing challenge with index cards to post weekly. The minimum word count is 500. For this particular fic the cards chosen are: Melody Cards (Week 11) Fluff- Picnic at the park Character- Thor Timeline- Post the dark world (after convergence) Place- Vaneihim

Words: 595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: Jane Foster/Thor

Additional Tags: Picnic, Fluff

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Making Memories

by brightsun_and_darkmidnight

Wanda and Vision have their happy home, making food and memories with their children.

Index Card Challenge - The cards have spoken! My good friend, Melodylnoelle and I created a writing challenge with index cards to post weekly. The minimum word count is 500. For this particular fic the cards chosen are: Melody (Week10) Fluff-getting them food Character- Wanda & Vision Setting- Wild card Timeline- post end game (the series)

Words: 527, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel)

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision

Additional Tags: The Cards Have Spoken, Index Card Challenge, making food for the other

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[wint3r-h3art]

Red & The Trickster God

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Summary: the forest was full of monsters. It was advised to never travel during the nightfall or even alone, for the monsters would come and devour you.

Word count: 4.2K

⚠️Warnings: This fic contains dark elements for power play & manipulation, implied stalking behavior. DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS UPSET YOU ‼️

Other warnings include: pet name (pet), praising kink, unprotected sex, bath tub sex, , fingering, edging, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cream pie. Badly written dialog because English is not my native language

A/N: this is loosely based on “Red Riding Hood”. This my entry for @tom-whore-dleston 500 followers writing challenge. Please follow @wint3r-library for new fic update. No beta. Any mistakes are mine. Your reblog and comment are greatly, greatly appreciated.

Cold air crept through your skin as the forest moaned and groaned of the shifting tree limbs. Snow had just begun to melt as the warmer spring air ushered in the warmer season. Your breath hitched in your throat as you were trying to fight the cold shiver that pricked your skin with gooseflesh. The forest had always been cold and dark, even if it was the middle of August when the blazing sun was in its full glory. 

And it was full of monsters.

It was advised to never travel during the nightfall or even alone, for the monsters would come and devour you. But here you were, bound by the large sacred tree, blindfolded, awaiting your death as you were chosen to be the sacrifice.

Red, the villagers called you for the crimson coat you often wore when you ventured out into the village. You’re naught but a simple woman living alone near the edge of the village. Your isolation sparked rumors of witchcraft. They feared you, yet your presence enticed them. Perhaps it was the way you look, or perhaps it was the way you kept to yourself that sparked their curiosity. Whatever it was, they made it more than clear that you were not welcomed.

Your body shivered, teeth chattered as another freezing wind blew past you. The coldness seeped to your very bone. Your mind drifted to an old tale your grandmother used to tell you about an old God who roamed this forest. 

She said he fell to Earth like a falling star, crashing into the very spot that has become the forest itself. His skin was as blue as the sky, eyes were as red as the blood, and he was as tall as the tree. He rarely made himself known to humans, but when he did, he sometimes took the form of a great serpent, and sometimes he took the form of a mare. His most common form of all was a great black wolf with eyes that were so green, they were almost glowing. You really thought it was just another fairytale to scare you when you were a child. Now that you were here though, it felt more real than ever.

The crunching of the twigs made you stiffen suddenly. Your heart was beating heavily against your chest as you strained against your binding. You became hyper-aware of your intruder now. Whatever this thing was, it was getting closer. You were holding your breath at this point, anticipating till the blindfold ripped your face.

You blinked a couple of times, trying to readjust your eyesight to a tall shadow standing right in front of you. 

“And what do we have here?” His voice was smooth like velvet. Each word sent a tremor through you, awakening something inside of you that you’ve never felt before. He was crouching now till his eyes were leveled with yours. You blinked some more to meet his captivating emerald eyes. His inky black hair was in contrast to his pale skin, making him look more like a phantom than a man. His features were refined and perfect. Not a single scar nor flaw to be found. He looked almost other-worldly.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly. You didn’t know whether it was from sheer panic alone or was it from the cold wind that bit into your skin, but your body buzzed with a sudden surge of energy. 

“Well, your savior, of course.” An amused smile quirked at the corner of his lips. He looked too handsome if there was such a thing. The men in your village were rugged and rough, but this man was different. He was so pristine that you felt as if this was some sort of hallucination.

“Well, I’m still tied up, so I don’t believe I am saved yet.”

The handsome stranger chuckled softly before he made a quick work of a thin dagger in his hand and swiftly cut your binding before he stood up and sheathed the gleaming metal back into its leather holster. You rubbed your wrist gently, trying to massage the blood back into your hands. 

“Thank you,” you looked up to him. Your teeth chattered as your body trembled terribly from the cold.

The handsome stranger quickly unbuckled the heavy cloak and draped it over your form. You hissed by the sudden warmness, but most of all your body quivered by the inviting smell that lingered heavily in your nostril. He smelled of pine and earth, the sort of smell that reminded you of a warm and comfortable place.

“You don’t even know me, yet you saved me.”

The man chuckled softly as he adjusted the black leather gloves on his hands. The more you look at him the more you feel like you’re dreaming. There was no way anyone could be this gorgeous. 

“My name is Y/N, but you can call me Red…” you mumbled softly. You didn’t expect him to hear or do anything about it.

“Why Red?”

“Because I used to wear this worn-out cloak that my grandmother gave me, and well, that’s all they know me for.”

“You look better in green, to be honest,” he flashed you an amused smile that made your cheeks burn. “You can call me Loki.” His eyes seemed to soften at the way you seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as warmness slowly enveloped you.

“Loki…” you tested the name on your lips. Strange the name felt familiar to you, yet you couldn’t remember what it was. “How can I ever repay you?”

Loki thought for a moment, his gaze lingered on your face for a moment, then down. “What can you possibly offer me, my sweet?”

You chewed on your lips momentarily. You could clearly hear the condescending tone in his voice, and he was absolutely right. What can you possibly have that can amount to what he just did for you? 

“I can only offer you my servitude, my lord.” It was hard to not call him a lord. He was so poised and proper. The way he smoothly got up to his feet, or the way he spoke was anything but ordinary. The word just came out on its own. “All my belongings were taken from me, so I am left with nothing, I’m afraid. A lifetime of my servitude is all I can offer you.”

This seemed to catch his attention by the way his dark brows quirked. Loki crouched down once more as he captured your chin in between his gloved fingers. “Ah…this just got more interesting…” His emerald eyes seemed to sparkle even under the dim light of the silvery moon. “Not a bad offer for me, I suppose. But what about you?”  

You felt heat creeping up to your face as your heart raised the more you looked at his eyes. His voice sent tremors through you, making the area between your thighs ache. There was no denying that he was a handsome lad, but there was also a dangerous edge to him as well that made the hair at the back of your neck stand. 

“What about me?”

“You do not know what I am, or what I can do. Yet, you offer yourself so freely to me…If I can guess, you do not wish to return to your village.”

You can feel your face heated when he spoke those words out loud. Your chest ached at the word. “To them, I am a witch,” you said softly. Your gaze now fell to the ground. “They accused me of being something I am not. And to be honest with you, they treated a whore better than they treated me,” you laughed bitterly before your expression changed back to your serious one. “I can be your servant–a maid if you want me too, or perhaps something more if you find me suitable enough to warm your bed…as long as I don’t have to go back there. They will find a reason to get rid of me again.”

Loki chuckled as he crouched down once more till his face was only a few inches away from yours. You could feel the heat radiated off of him, and his scent was intoxicating, making your head spin. His eyes searched yours and it was hard to not feel some sort of way when you looked deep into those beautiful eyes of his. “Once I accepted this offer, you can never go back, remember that.” 

You nodded.

With that, Loki picked you up in his arms and started to walk as if you weighed nothing. There was no grunting, nor was there any huffing. You didn’t feel the muscles of his arms straining. Instead, it felt like both of you were gliding across the forest floor. 

“W-What are you doing?” You didn’t panic, but there was a distinct nervousness in it. Perhaps you were too numb by now. It couldn’t possibly be any worse than being devoured by the monsters that lurk among the trees.

“You offered your lifetime of servitude to me, and I agreed.”

“But why are you carrying me?”

“Simply take care of what is mine now,” he said briefly, not even looking at you at this point. “Plus, I do not think you are in any shape to walk with no shoes on, let alone with those nasty cuts on your feet.” 

“So what will I be?”

“You will be whatever I see fit.” His brief answer did nothing to ease your mind, and Loki felt your uneasiness. “For now, you will be my pet, so allow me to take care of you.”

“Loki…” you said his name again, then you suddenly remembered where you heard the name. 

Loki, he was called. The Trickster God. They said he showed up as a handsome lad with viridescent eyes and hair as black as the night to those he finds interesting. But be warned, for he will try to spirit you away.

“Oh God,” you muttered out loud as the words of your grandmother echoed. “You’re the god they were talking about. The Great Wolf…the Trickster God.”

Loki chuckled. “This is why you should never offer anything to a stranger.”

You could see that mischievous glint in his eyes, and in the back of your fucked up mind, you were curious about it. Your mind wondered whether someone as ethereal as him would ever find you attractive enough to bed you, or perhaps having something more. 

“I was your offering regardless of whether I agree to serve you or not, so why did you go through all the trouble of helping me?”

Loki didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, he continued to walk as if he was hiding something behind those viridian eyes.

The rest of the journey back to his compound was in silence. Occasionally, you stole a glimpse or two at your new master. A part of you was terrified at the prospect of being his pet, but another part of you was curious about what he wanted. He carried you into a large washroom with a tub already filled with steaming hot water. The smell of lavender oil lingered heavily in the air, instantly soothing your weary bones. You expected him to leave you to bathe alone of course, but he simply stood there as if he was waiting for you.

“My lord…”

“Undress,” he said firmly as he stood there with hands behind his back. You swallowed at the way those commanding words suddenly made the area between your thighs throbbed terribly. Your hand shakily undo your bodice. Slowly piece by piece as his gaze burned into yours. Your cheeks burned and your heart raised from the mere idea of being watched. Once you were bare before him, Loki took a few steps forward, taking your chin between his gloved fingers.

“Surely, you don’t expect me to undress myself, pet.” 

You swallowed as you quickly tried to undo his garment with trembling and clumsy hands. The sound of your heartbeat was almost deafening at the way you struggled to maintain your composure. Loki gestured to you to get into the tub, and you compiled without a single word.

The candlelight made the water golden. Your thought was running rampant with images of being taken by him in this very tub. It was hard to not think about it when your gaze briefly lingered on his manhood. The captivation about his size suddenly plagued your mind. You were no virgin, but you also have never met a god face to face before, let alone a naked one. How did one prepare oneself for a god?

“Your mind is wondering,” his smooth velvety voice came behind you. You didn’t know when but he had comfortably seated himself behind you. Your face was growing warmer when you could feel his growing length pressed against your back. 

“Yes.”

Loki hummed softly, urging you to continue.

“I’m trying to understand what my offer means to you.”

“You will be whatever I see fit,” he said again as his large hands slowly run up and down your arms, sending shivers down your spine. Loki now rested his chin on your shoulder, and you felt your breath hitched in your throat. “For now, I want you to be my pet to play with.”  His breath was practically brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. His voice was slowly making you wet. It was simply unfair by the effect he had on you.

“Shh…” he pressed his lips against your jawline as his hand drifted down to your breasts. Loki begins to gently roll your nipples between his fingers, twisting them and rubbing them till they harden. You moaned shakily as your head fell back on his shoulder. His fingers continued to tease the taut peaks. You could feel him smiling as he pressed his kisses along your jawline. Surely, he knew the kind of effect he had on you.

“Darling, you're already so wet for me,” he whispered softly against your ears as his fingers drifted down to your aching pussy. He was probing you and teasing your swollen clit with his long slender fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Loki…Please,” you begged softly as you found yourself spreading your legs wider for him. Loki's smile widened, clearly pleased at the way you gave yourself so willingly to him.

“That’s it, pet. Open yourself to me.” You replied with some mumbling nonsense as he plunged a long, slender finger inside you. You hissed in unison as Loki felt your pussy tighten around his digit. “You’re so warm and tight, pet,” he hissed between his breaths as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Let's see if you can take another one,” he smirked against your skin as he plunged another finger inside you. A long, drawn-out moan escaped from your lips as you gently rolled your hips against his fingers, practically fucking yourself to his knuckle. “That’s it, my sweet. Show me how you like to be fucked.” 

You cried softly in his arms when he slowly rubbed his thumb over your clit, eliciting more pleasure through you that all you could do was to moan out his name. This pleased him greatly, and he couldn’t help but push you further and closer to the edge.

Your legs twitched suddenly when you felt his fingers curled against that one spot. If he continued to do this, you surely would—

But your thoughts and pleasure were interrupted when Loki removed his fingers so suddenly. You couldn’t help but whine softly against his arms, but your new master quickly amended this loss when he suddenly shoved his fingers right into your mouth.

You moaned lowly, sucking on his digits eagerly, imagining yourself sucking on his cock, which was pressing against your back quite firmly. Judging by the feel of it, he was long and thick. And you were more than eager to welcome him.

“Such a good pet you are,” he cooed softly. “Are you imagining yourself sucking on my cock, darling?”

You nodded eagerly as your tongue licked along with his fingers while you rubbed your back against his swollen member.

Loki hissed before he quickly turned you around till you were facing him. You looked at him with an unbashful expression as you wrapped your hand around his stiff cock, slowly stroking the velvety, hardness.  His cock jerked and his mouth hung agape. Loki allowed himself to indulge. His head tipped back. His inky black hair fell like a cascade of black silk against the edge of the porcelain tub. He looked straight out of a painting.

You noticed the way his eyes glossed over when you brushed your thumb over the slit of his cock. Flickering of the amber light glimmered against the soft glow of his emerald eyes. He was breathless and panting the more you teased his length. Each stroke seemed to send him closer to the edge. The only noise that he could make was soft hissing. 

You, a mortal woman managed to reduce a god to a panting mess.

You could feel yourself throbbing and aching the more you touched him. You could feel yourself sucking in your breath each time Loki shuddered in your hands, and you wanted nothing more than to indulge yourself. 

You looked at Loki with silent permission before you grabbed hold of his length and slowly sank down onto his shaft. A unison hiss escaped from both of your lips as you slowly moved up and down his length. He was so big and so long that it took all of you to move up and down his length. Loki watched you with hooded eyes as if he was in a trance. His hands gripped your hips, supporting you and assisting you whenever you lost your footing. Your movements made the water in the tub slosh and spill onto the floor.

Your stomach tightened the more you moved. Each friction took you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you reach your release, and you were sure Loki felt it too. As you were about to orgasm though, Loki quickly pulled you. You stared at him with shock. He only replied with a smirk.

“Not yet, my dear,” he winked before you found yourself laying on top of his lush bed. You breathed heavily as you tried to adjust to the dizziness of being materialized from one room to another. 

Loki was at the foot of the bed, staring at you with hunger. You felt like his prey by the way those eyes watched you so closely. He curled his finger, commanding you to move toward him. You complied without questions. 

You rolled onto your stomach and propped yourself on your elbows. The flickering light from the candlelight bathed his skin with red and gold, casting both of your shadows along the wall. You looked up to meet his gaze. There was no denying now about the growing hunger between the two of you. You licked around the crown as your hand slowly pumped up and down his length a couple of times before opening your lips to suck the head of his cock inside your mouth. He was hard, and silky smooth all at once, enveloped in simmering fire, and you’re not afraid to get burned by him.

Loki’s mouth hung open as he grabbed you by the back of your head, urging you to take him further. Your mouth ached as you try to accommodate his size. Your cheeks hollowed, sucking him harder as your hands worked along his stiffness, making Loki see stars.

“Hmmm, I love your mouth as much as your pussy, pet,” he murmured as his head tipped back, hand gripping the nape of your neck in place as he bucked his hips forward, plunging his cock in and out of your mouth, making you gagged in the process. Tears were streaming down your cheeks the more he fucked your mouth. 

As you felt like you were about to faint, Loki pulled away and turned you around, positioning his cock at your aching entrance.

“Shhh….” Loki leaned in till your legs were folded against your chest while he entered you with ease. You bit down on your lips as he began to move–slowly at first before he slowly quickened his pace. You found yourself grabbing onto the sheet, bunched it up in your hands as you tried to hold on to what’s left of your reality. It was too much and not enough all at once. He was filling you to the brim, yet you wanted more–you wanted to be filled with him till you can’t feel anything anymore, and Loki knew by the way you moaned out his name and the way you begged to be filled with his cum.

The pleading only encouraging him further the more he fucked you. The lewd sound of your moanings and skin slapping filled the room as he was balls deep inside you. You were a moaning mess the more his thrusts became erratic. You could feel every inch of him moving in and out of you at such a brutal pace. It was overwhelming all at once, and you knew you wouldn't last long. 

His hunger was insatiable. It was almost explosive, igniting a flame inside you the more he moved. You lost it though when he reached between your sweat slicked bodies and rubbed at your swollen nub. 

“Yes!” he growled as he felt your wall flutter around his cock. “Cum for me, pet. Let me feel your cunt squeeze around my cock,” he panted as he thrust forward with powerful motions, sending the bed crashing against the wall.

You couldn’t hold out anymore when your body was so famished with needs. Loki was hammering into you, stretching your pussy with his girth. Your back arched forward as everything inside you tightening before you’re burst. You cried out, trying to pull him closer as your wall clamped around him.

“That’s it, pet. Squeeze on my cock,” he grunted as he moved quicker and harder in and out of your spent body. A low guttural noise escaped from his lips as he came, spurring his milky white seed into you. Your body jerked and twitched when you felt him pumping you through his release.  

Loki coughed himself before he could crush you, and rolled over onto his back. You were gasping for air at this point. Perspiration slick your body as you stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting for your body to come down from the high.

Loki pulled a heavy fur blanket atop of you as he pulled you to his body. The warmth made it difficult to keep your eyes open as exhaustion overtook you. Loki felt your body relax as you laid there in his arms, clearly passed out from exhaustion.

He listened to your snoring softly as your smaller form burrowed into his. A part of him felt guilty. He was a god, for fuck sake. He was a powerful, majestic being, yet here he shivered at the admission of his crime. Perhaps what he did was out of bound, but he ran out of patience. 

He wanted you the moment he laid eyes on you that one fateful day, when you rescued him from the hunter trap when he took the form of a wolf pup. Your kindness touched him to the very core that he had to come up with something to bring you to him. And so, he disguised himself as a blind monk, convincing the villagers to offer you as his sacrifice, or they would feel the wrath of the old Trickster God. Filled with desperation and hatred toward you, the villagers did just that. His plan fell into place so smoothly like he predicted, but he did misjudge villagers’ cruelty.

He should apologize and perhaps tell you the truth–the real truth of how you came under his possession, but the moment you touched him, those words seemed to melt into nothingness. To admit that he orchestrated your whole demise would only pull you away from him, and he couldn’t allow that. 

You didn’t have to fret though, because you would be with him forever. No one could hurt you now, and if they did, they would suffer the wrath of the Great Black Wolf. The Trickster God.

Loki placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he quietly got out of bed. His pale skin slowly faded into a deep azure. His eyes turned blood red. Golden jewelry adorned his body along with the golden horn helmet he was known for. Loki turned, watching you once over before he walked out of the chamber door.

He had an unfinished business to take care of after all. 

[sweeterthanthis]

Hi, Sweethearts 🖤

It's been a while since I hosted a challenge and I thought I'd have a little fun with my favourite genres. Forbidden love and angst. Happy ending or no happy ending, dark fic or fluffy, it just hurts so good.

🖤 This challenge is 18+ only. Minors DNI. If you ignore this rule and write for this challenge anyway, it won't be read by me. 

🖤 Must be either a Sebastian Stan or Chris Evans character (popular or obscure, it doesn't matter) or one of the following: Frank Castle, Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen II, Harwin Strong. No RPF please. 

🖤 This challenge is LGBTQ+ friendly and inclusive to all writers and pairings.

🖤 Reader insert only and must not be part of an ongoing work (unless it can be read as a stand alone piece). 

🖤 There is no word limit but please use a read more tab if your fic is more than 500 words long.

🖤 When you post your fic, use the hashtag #bittersweetsymphonywritingchallenge.

🖤 I reserve the right to not read something I'm not comfortable with. That being said, please tag your warnings appropriately and concisely.

🖤 No underage, medical torture, beastiality (monsters don't count) or scat. 

🖤 The official deadline for this challenge is 28th February 2023. 

🖤 There is a list of prompts below to choose from. To avoid the potential crossover of ideas and plots within the challenge, please send me an ask to claim your prompt and I'll strike it off the list. Prompts are first come, first served but if needed, I have a reserves list.

🖤 You don't have to include the prompt chosen directly in your fic. Purely being inspired by it is absolutely encouraged, too!

Remember, the most important thing is to have fun! I'm looking forward to seeing what people come up with! Hurt and heal my little black heart! Thank you so much to @sgt-seabass for the beautiful banners used 🖤

1. "Lost inside her dirty world, no one hurts this pretty girl." - Slipknot, Killpop

2. "So take this wine and drink with me. Let's delay our misery." - Eagle-Eye Cherry, Save Tonight

3. "It's not like I'm falling in love, I just want you to do me no good." - Arctic Monkeys, No.1 Party Anthem

4. "Take you like a drug, I taste you on my tongue." - The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues

5. "Remember how it was with you, remember how you pulled me through." - deadmau5 & Kaskade.

6. "You know my heart died and you had me aching, how about a piece of your own medicine?" - AlunaGeorge, Attracting Flies

7. "I never wanted you to hurt too much to touch." - Banks, And I Drove You Crazy

8. "Every wound will shape me, every scar will build my throne." - BMTH, Throne

9. "You came over me like some holy rite, and although I was burning, you're the only light." - Florence + The Machine, Only If For a Night

10. "I do it so good, it's gonna be hard to break the habit." - Ariana Grande, Nasty

11. "If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised." - Halsey, Castle

12. "One heart broke, four hands bloody." - Olivia Rodrigo, Favorite Crime

13. "Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this." - The Weeknd, High For This

14. "I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me." - Fallout Boy, Dance Dance

15. "I wanna see what you're made of, I won't tell and you won't either." - Henry Verus, Your Guilty Pleasure 

16. "I did things to you only lovers would do in the dark. I made you a god." - Labrinth, Still Don't Know My Name

17. "All your talent and my good taste, I’d hate to see it go to waste." - The Eagles, The King Of Hollywood

18. "You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"."- Lana Del Rey, Norman Fucking Rockwell

19. "I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey." - Taylor Swift, False God

20. "With your arms by your side there's no struggling, pleasure's all mine this time." - Avenged Sevenfold, Scream

21. "When I met you in that hotel room, I could tell that you were so bad news." - Montell Fish, Hotel

22. "I'm a heartless man at worst, babe, and a helpless one at best." - Paolo Nutini, Candy

23. "I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did." - Dove Cameron, Boyfriend

24. "It isn't that much fun staring down a loaded gun." - My Chemical Romance, Cemetery Drive 

25. "Show me your scars and I won't walk away." - Beyoncé, Sandcastles

26. "I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees." - The Verve, Bitter Sweet Symphony 

27. "Can't change the way we are, one kiss away from killing." - Bishop Briggs, River 

28. "I know you said that I changed with my cold heart, but it was your game that left scars." - Mabel, Call Me Up

29. "Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new." - Arctic Monkeys, Do I Wanna Know

30. "And even though we live inside a dangerously empty life, you always seem to bring the light." - The Weeknd, Angel

31. "Baby, come bring me hell. Let it rain over me." - Zara Larsson, Ruin My Life

32. "Took one fuckin' look at your face, now I wanna know how you taste." - Ariana Grande, Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored

33. "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise." - Taylor Swift, All Too Well

34. "God, I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you." - Olivia Rodrigo, Traitor

I won't tag anyone but I'd really appreciate it if my mutuals and followers could reblog and spread the word. In saying that, there's no pressure to do so 🥰

[real-jane]

✨Kate’s Follower Celebration✨

In celebration of 725 of you beautiful friends choosing to follow me, I’m very excited to propose this Healing Hands writing challenge!

The goal of this challenge is to focus on characters finding comfort and healing in some way. :) Because I cannot seem to write anything without making it far longer than is necessary, this challenge is intended to limit word counts to 725 or less.

Rules:

1. You can challenge ME to write a specific prompt, or you can choose to write it yourself!

2. Could be a fic, a moodboard, an edit of some kind. I will happily create a moodboard for your chosen prompt, just specify that in your submission!

3. Must be no more than 725 words (pls use *read more* if over 500!)

4. A complete prompt must include THREE THINGS: a type of healing, the situation you’d like to see it in, and a character you’d like to be used (see below for ideas). If you’d like to write a character, healing, or situation type outside of the ones I listed, that’s totally fine! 

5. I don’t want to put too many restraints on content, but please make sure you properly tag any potentially triggering content in a warning at the top of your piece! Angst/smut welcome, naturally.

6. Deadline for participation is May 31st

7. Tag your piece with #HealingHandsChallenge and tag me so I can see your piece! I will make a masterlist once the celebration closes.

TO ENTER: Message me to say that you’d like to participate! Tell me whether YOU would like to write for your prompt, or if you’re challenging ME to do it, and provide me with your three choices (type of healing, situation, character) from the lists below, or with an original suggestion! (If you’re gonna go for it, you’re certainly not required to message me first 🥰)

I am so excited to see what you come up with! Thank you so much for joining me here. It has been such a gift getting to know y’all through our shared fandoms.

Cheers!

Kate

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Type of healing:

Patching up heartbreak

Giving medical attention

Cleaning them up

Finally letting them go

Self-administered healing

Or something else of your choice...

Situation: 

Stormy weather

In a dream

In hiding

At a wedding

Grand public gesture

After battle

Or something else of your choice...

Characters I’m willing to write:

MCU characters

Harry Potter characters

Star Wars characters

Anyone from the Grishaverse

Bridgerton Characters

Or someone else of your choice...

My Masterlist

No pressure tags: @naarna @thornsnvultures @mannien @violets-library @buckysbirdie @fandoms-writings @ohheyjanie @annathesillyfriend @sanguineterrain @msvillainous @foreverindreamlandd @indyluckycharlie @adecila and anyone else who is interested in participating :)

[smellingofpoetry]

200 Follower Celebration

Hi there!

I still can’t believe that I’m right here writing this, but it appears that I’ve reached 200 followers.

When I started the blog, I never really thought something like this could happen. I can’t thank you guys enough for your incredible support, your kindness, and your appreciation. I must admit, I’m feeling quite lucky.

To celebrate this important milestone, I’ve decided to host a challenge. Well, not any kind of challenge, but my very first one. I have chosen a few quotes from some songs by the Imagine Dragons. Why do you ask? Well, soon is going to be my birthday and before the pandemic hit, I was lucky enough to celebrate my birthday by going to the Imagine Dragons concert. The best experience of my life, so I thought it could be a nice way to remember that moment.

Below the cut, you’re going to find all the rules and prompts.

RULES:

Writers must be 18+ to participate.

You don’t have to follow me, but it would be nice if you did since this is a follower celebration.

The challenge is SPN and Dean related. This doesn’t mean that you can’t use any other SPN characters, but just that Dean must be at the center of your story.

You can add an OC character, or a Reader insert if you’d like.

Once you choose your prompt, send me an ASK to let me know. Remember, you can use the prompt as you like. It can be used as a dialogue prompt, or you can just write your whole story around it. It’s really up to you.

You can write anything from angst to fluff, to AU, there’s really no limitation in that.

Do not write anything that contains: underage smut, incest, non-con/rape, Wincest, Destiel.

Tag all of your warnings appropriately, please.

No words count limit but insert the “keep reading” line if you go over the 500 words.

You can combine the prompt you pick with other challenges and bingos.

The deadline is June 2nd, 2022. I thought it would be great to celebrate my birthday with your stories, but if you can’t make it for that date, don’t worry about it. Just send me a message to let me know, God knows how many times I needed more time to finish a story.

Tag me in your fic and use #smellingofpoetry200celebration within your first five tags, so I can find you easily. Also, if I don’t like your post within three days, feel free to send me an ask or DM. Sometimes Tumblr notifications aren’t the best.

I will reblog every entry and created a Masterlist at the end of it, but I reserve the right to not reblog any post that goes against the rules, sorry.

Feel free to send me an ask or DM if you need more questions or some clarification.

I know that there are too many rules, but don’t forget to have fun while writing. 🖤

PROMPT:

I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals – Radioactive;

Your eyes, they shine so bright I wanna save that light – Demons; [@avanatural]

When the lights fade out all the sinners crawl – Demons;

So I bare my skin and I count my sins and I close my eyes and I take it in – Bleeding out;

You tell me to hold on but innocence is gone and what was right is wrong – Bleeding out;

I know I let you down, didn't I? – I bet my life;

Remember when I broke you down to tears – I bet my life;

I shot a hole through every single thing that I loved – Shots; [@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Your love is always dangerous – I don’t know why;

I was broken from a young age – Believer; [@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior, @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Do you feel the same when I'm away from you? Do you know the line that I'd walk for you? – Walking the wire;

I've been living but I was never breathing – Rise up;

In my darkest hour, in the dead of the night I'll make it up to you – I’ll make it up to you;

Lay with me, for one more night – I’ll make it up to you;

I'm far from a perfect man – I’ll make it up to you;

Cold nights, cold sheets one more lonely empty hotel room what I'd give to find my way back into you – Start over;

So thank you for taking a chance on me I know it isn't easy but I hope to be worth it – Next to me;

Something about the way that you walked into my living room casually and confident lookin' at the mess I am – Next to me;

Deep inside me, I'm fading to black, I'm fading took an oath by the blood of my hand, won't break it – Natural;

You gotta be so cold to make it in this world – Natural;

How many tears do we have to cry? – Boomerang;

I can't be what you want me to be – Bad liar;

I can't breathe – Bad liar;

I'll follow you way down to your deepest low – Follow you;

I'm in the bathroom looking at me face in the mirror is all I need – Bones;

I'm tagging some of my mutuals who may or may not be interested: @snowlovespie @avanatural @libre1rose8 @little-diable @waynes-multiverse @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @katelyn--renee @flamencodiva @roonyxx @jay-and-dean @deanwanddamons

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

‘Scared to be Lonely’ | Sihtric x Reader

MASTERLIST

This is for the wonderful @lauwrite1225 ‘s 500 follower challenge. This is also my first @tlkfanficfest bingo entry!!! (prompt: after battle fucking)

Is it just our bodies? Are we both losing our minds?

Is the only reason you're holding me tonight

'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

Do we need somebody just to feel like we're alright?

Is the only reason you're holding me tonight

'Cause we're scared to be lonely?

Warnings: angst, SMUT (18+ only please)

Word Count: 1602

You sat staring emotionlessly into the fire, the camp busy around you preparing for the night, your friends talking and laughing next to you, but somehow you didn’t notice them. All you could hear was the clanging of swords, the scream of men, the feel of hot blood hitting your skin as the recent battle replayed over and over in your mind. Your heart hammered in your chest as the moment you fell to the ground, a Dane above you ready to land a killing blow, flashed before your eyes. It had been close, too close. You were a warrior, you danced with death so often but to be so close to meeting your own demise had shaken you to the core. If Osferth hadn’t been there, you would have ended up dead like so many others, being carted away to be buried.

You had always been a warrior, joining Lord Uhtred at Coccham and training to fight when you were berely more than a kid. The warrior life was not easy, but it was the life you had chosen. You weren’t beholden to a husband you had been given no say in choosing, forced into a life your parents had decided for you. As a warrior you were free; you followed your lord and travelled where the fight took you, but you were as free as any man.

As much as you enjoyed the warrior life, the endless blood and carnage was something you had never quite gotten over. You did not hesitate to kill your enemies and you no longer became nauseous at the sight of men’s guts spilled across the ground, but the things you saw no less haunted your dreams than they did after your first battle.

Your eyes drifted up from the fire and met the mismatched ones of Sihtric who was sitting opposite you. There was a softness in his eyes, much different from the cold determination and calculated cunning that normally resided in them – a look reserved only for his friends. There was also a question in those beautiful eyes of his, scanning your face for the answer. He seemed to find what he was looking for, getting up from beside the fire and walking into the growing shadows, a slight tilt of his head all that indicated he wanted you to follow. It was all the indication you needed – you had been through this routine before.

You followed after him, finding him waiting for you at the edge of the camp. He took your hand and led you into the trees in silence; it was a comfortable silence, one in which you had spent many an evening in before. There was an understanding between the two of you, that as warriors the things you saw made you both at risk of losing your minds and sometimes you needed somebody to hold onto just to make you feel like everything could be alright.

Once you were far enough away from the others to not to be heard, but not so far as to be at risk from attack, Sihtric gripped your face in his hands, bringing your lips to meet his. There was no tenderness in the way he kissed you, all hunger and need and lust. This wasn’t about love, it never had been, it was reminding yourselves that despite being surrounded by death you were both still alive. A way to fill the emptiness inside you and prevent the sense of loneliness from engulfing you.

You would tell yourself you had no reason to feel lonely as you were surrounded by friends. But yet after battle, you always felt an aching loneliness that threatened to eat you whole, perhaps because the fighting affected you more than the others, unable to join in their revelry after a victory. Sihtric had always been a way to numb the pain and push back the fear of being alone, nothing more. What you were to him, you had no idea.

He pushed you against the nearest tree, trapping you with his hard body. His hands were seemingly everywhere at once, running down your body before grabbing your breast, as his kiss became deeper, demanding access as his tongue collided with yours. As you began pulling at the laces of his armour, he pulled your hair, forcing your head to the side, making you gasp, as he began kissing and biting down the newly accessible flesh of your neck. You finally managed to work his armour undone, him pulling the heavy leather over the top of his head. You had already removed your own armour at the camp and Sihtric practically ripped your tunic off you, exposing your chest to the rapidly cooling night air, the summer day turning to night as the sun dipped deep below the horizon.

He pinned your hands above your head as he sucked and nipped against the soft skin of your breast. His deft fingers made short work of the laces of your trousers, sliding inside the fabric and quickly finding your centre. It didn’t take long for you to start panting and moaning, moving your own hips to create more friction against his hand.

‘Sihtric…’ you moaned as the coil inside you wound gloriously tighter, however you needed more, you needed to feel him inside you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, a slight lick of his lips as he nodded, understanding what you needed.

He withdrew his hand and quickly removed the fabric separating you, lining himself up as he whispered deliciously sinful things in your ear that sent a shiver down your spine. Loud moans left both of your lips as he entered you, stretching and filling you in the best way. As he began to thrust into you, your hands found their way underneath his tunic, your nails scraping up and down his skin, digging into his shoulders as the heat of pleasure built inside you. Just like with the kiss, there was no tenderness about it, just lust and a need to feel alive.

When you had both finished, you remained pressed between Sihtric and the tree, his forehead resting against yours as you both recaught your breath. You expected him to leave, to get dressed and to lead you back to the others like you always did, but instead he tenderly caressed your cheek, bringing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His arms wrapped around you as his mouth trailed down your jaw and neck, all the fire and hungriness of before replaced with a love and gentleness you hadn’t expected.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked uncertainly, bringing his face up so his gaze met yours.

‘I’m taking care of you,’ he murmured, his eyes looking deep into your own. ‘I want to take care of you, why won’t you let me?’

You looked at him confused, trying to understand the meaning of his words. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I can’t keep doing this, pretending like this doesn’t mean anything to me. That it’s just a hump after a battle. Because it’s not. Not to me.’ He looked at you with so much sincerity, in a way that made him look incredibly vulnerable, laying his heart before you to either take or break. You chewed your lip. Sihtric was your friend but it had always just been a hump to you, two friends helping each other to feel whole again. You had never considered that perhaps Sihtric wanted more than that. ‘Every time I try, you push me away. Is this really just because you’re afraid of being lonely? A way to make you feel alright after a shit day? Because if that is all this is to you, I don’t think I can keep doing this.’

‘Sihtric…’ you began but he cut you off, his hands cupping your face and lifting your chin so you couldn’t look anywhere other than deep into his intense stare.

‘I think I’m in love with you, Y/N! If you don’t love me back just say so, but I can’t keep living like this, having you but not in the way I want to.’

‘I…’ you try and find words, but none seem to come. Your mind is a mess as you try and sort through your feelings, taking in all that he had said. Sihtric was your closest friend, the man you trusted the most, the man you turned to when you were in need, the one whose touch was enough to bring you back from the brink of insanity. You had never considered being someone’s woman, not after you left your family and your old life behind to become a warrior for Lord Uhtred, and as much as you cared for Sihtric, being someone’s wife was not the life you wanted.

You tried to explain what you were feeling but the words got caught in your throat. He took your silence as an answer, stepping back and shaking his head, sadness in his eyes. You tried to reach out to him to stop him leaving, but he shrugged you off, not even looking at you. He stalked off back towards the camp, leaving you still half-dressed and with the loneliness you had fought so hard to keep at bay washing over you like a tidal wave.

You may have broken Sihtric’s heart, but you had quite possibly lost your closest friend and the possibility of a relationship before it had even had a chance to have begun. You had always been so scared to be lonely, and now you were lonelier than ever.

Tagging: @morosemagick @magravenwrites @solinarimoon @obipoelover @lauwrite1225 @thebohemianpenguin @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie