#writing challenege
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
rudegyaltune · 12 days ago
Text
Tunde Imann Writing Challenge
(For any writers that wanna ease back into writing and dedicate some time a day to work that pen)
Day 1: Prompt: Imagine a near-death experience. Someone saves you, and you fall in love with them at first sight. (Skillshare)
Day 2: Prompt: What is your relationship to time? How much is time worth to you?
Day 3: Prompt: Write a poem about your religious path in life/spiritual journey.
Day 4: Prompt: Genies must return to their lamps once their masters make their third wish. Normally this is not an issue, but one genie and its master have struck an unlikely friendship that has lasted several years. Two wishes have already been used up, and a dire situation will force a choice to be made. (WP: from Goblin_Crotalus on Reddit)
Day 5: Prompt: Write a haiku about your favorite season. (The haiku is a Japanese poetic form that consists of three lines, with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third.)
Day 6: Prompt: When tf will you stop proving yourself cuz the proof is in the pudding.
Day 7: Prompt: A fairytale with no prince that saves the day.
Day 8: Prompt: What is your relationship to failure?
Day 9: Prompt: Write about life through the perspective of your favorite animal!
Day 10: Prompt: Your biggest life lesson?
Day 11: Prompt: If you had to put something somewhere no one could find, where would you put it?
7 notes · View notes
noctlas332 · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
gyahhh heres my galasynth piece for this year,, i think i could have posted it earlier but i dont like making non art posts so i sat on this one to say it was my birthday yesterday and i am 18yo now,,,,, turns into ash and blows away in the wind
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
40 notes · View notes
lemongogo · 3 months ago
Text
why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm
Tumblr media
#its the allure of like . mismatch btwn right person / wrong time . maybe in personal development and such#or wrong person / right time and trying 2 make it work but the circumstances are set 2 separate you#i think the guilt ford harbors over his relationship w fidds is good and i think hes had a lot of reflection . 30 yrs at least#but i dont rly care for like a . HELPP SRY IM LIKE talking to myself#i dont rly care ‘if’ they got back tgether in the end#fanon wise or whagever obviouslyy . no avrually emma-may kicking fidds out over the xmas thing its over HELPPPP#i feel like i always hve to clarify bc then theres that one guy whos like ‘smth smth you cant read . ooc loser .’idgaf . not gaffing today#i think mcguckets decision to forgive him is rly sweet And i do like the recognition of .. the whole incident being a misstep on both their#parts ykwim ? like ford was an ass for sureee but also mcgucket + memory gun was his own autonomous detriment#but#no i cant read the other tags i was writing i forgot where i was at#anyways im so obsessed w like . this being such an imperfect event with imperfect equals#ford theory and fidds the mechanics . which brw im also obsessed w how That is revered in canon .#but yeah like imperfect event imperfect people who shared an incredible connecfion in my freaking mind#that was ultimately squandered to fords pride and fidds reticence#ugh like i love the rise and fall i love the strenght of their connection generally corroding over time#its just such a cool motivator for both themselves and like its a history they share together and post weirdmageddon get to finally think a#knowing now what they didnt have the tools to recognize then#idk.^__^ they r so crazy to me . playing w them like dolls in my head#fiddleford mcgucket#stanford pines#gravity falls#every time i think ab this wrt every challeneged dynamic i think ab mars in the discord#talking ab x and y charas epic divorce arc#and im not even saying this to discredit Good relationships in media#bc those have a wealth of fun and interesting concepts or dynamics to dive into#its just something ab like . poetry of anger bro . and how love and hate can feel so similar and be borne from the same place#how one can transform into the other and back again due to . idk whatevee the hell theyve got going on^#prev post got me wishing we had more meat to the fallout#or that it was extended in content or scope . i want 2 see how they dealt with losing the other and then
27 notes · View notes
savebatsfromscratch · 3 months ago
Text
Guys I'm so excited to post my (TV) Monkees whumptober fics this is so crazy.
9 notes · View notes
empresskadia · 6 months ago
Note
I think we know what I'm going to ask. May I ask for Naomi and 29 and 2?
I wrote 44 more words than the 500 limit. Oops.
2."There are a lot of things that I didn't think were possible before you."
29."I never thought a Spartan could be this gentle."
Soft echoes of a hum reverberated off the walls, blending with the steady clang of metal as the Spartan II tinkered away. You observed her from the crate you had been perched on since she started humming to herself—a tune that had been stuck in your head for days, unaware that she had been listening. 
In quieter moments like these, you witnessed another side of Naomi. A side that few others were privileged to see—a gentleness that was as surprising as it was endearing. The hard lines of her face softened, her brow relaxed from its usual furrow, and her movements became almost delicate as she handled the armor's components with a surprising tenderness. A softness that would shock anyone that didn’t know her. 
You couldn’t help but smile as you watched her, a warmth spreading through you. Naomi wasn’t just a soldier; she was a person with dreams that reached beyond the stars, and a heart that beat beneath that tough exterior. . A heart that, perhaps, beat a little faster when you were around. And she was yours.
The hum of the song continued, filling the workshop with its quiet melody. Without thinking, you dropped down from the crate and approached her quietly. Naomi seemed absorbed in her work at first, her focus unwavering, until she finally looked up and met your gaze with her eyes. There was a flicker of fondness before she relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Hey,” she greeted softly.
“Hey,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Naomi shook her head. “You’re not interrupting,” she assured you. “Just finishing up some maintenance.”
“I noticed,” you said, gesturing to the scattered tools and parts around her.
She chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a mess in here.”
“It’s your mess,” you pointed out with a grin.
Naomi rolled her eyes playfully. “Fair enough.”
There was a comfortable silence between you, the vibration of the Port Stanley still lingering in the air as the only sound. You took a step closer, unable to resist the urge to be nearer to her. Naomi glanced at you, a question in her eyes.
“There are a lot of things that I didn’t think were possible before you,” you admitted quietly, your gaze steady on hers.
Naomi’s expression softened, and she set down the tool she was holding. “What do you mean?”
You took a breath, gathering your thoughts. “I never thought a Spartan could be this gentle,” you confessed, a whisper that her hearing could pick up. 
Her eyes widened slightly, a hint of vulnerability showing through. She glanced down at her hands, then back up at you. “It’s not something we’re supposed to be,” she said softly. “But... sometimes, things change.”
You reached out and gently took her hand in yours, the calluses on her palm rough against your skin. She didn’t pull away, letting you hold her hand in the quiet workshop.
“Sometimes, change is good,” you said softly.
Naomi met your gaze, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, she smiled—a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up her face. “Yes,” she agreed. “Yes, it is.” She squeezed your hand tenderly, a comforting and promising gesture that conveyed more than words could express.
7 notes · View notes
multifairyus · 2 years ago
Text
Legendborn Fandom Challenge: Kane Coded
So this was a challenge originally for the Legendborn Discord Server (see @infiinnityverse’s bio for the link) and may make more sense that way, but fuck it!
It’s Gemini season ♊️, and I think it’d be fun to have a classic word prompt challenge for our favorite Gemini Classics major pansexual disaster, Selwyn Kane, with a twist: a Bingo Card!
Comment on this post or DM me to receive a ✨Kane Coded Bingo Card✨, and then create a playlist, theory/headcannon, fanfic, fanart, or any other fanwork to make a bingo! The work must feature Selwyn. It can focus on a familial/platonic/romantic/sexual relationship, retro/introspection, a monologue, POV switch, anything so long as Sel is the focal point.
The bingo can be in all one work, or a series! And it’s up to your discretion if you do the center “free space” prompt Kingsmage Angst. Post your Bingo card alongside your fanwork(s) by the end of Gemini season, June 21st (or don’t. Selwyn Kane content is never out of season, imo).
The rationale behind the bingo concept is twofold:
1. Relieve pressure on fandom creatives to complete a “x number of prompts” or have something be in “x number of days” challenge in it’s entirety. Not only can that be stressful, but it can be tougher to pull off for some fanwork more than others. I’m here for stress and drama in the books proper, not the fandom experience!
2. Different arrangements of the same word prompts adds an element of surprise! We all have the same words to work off of, but each person’s interpretation of those words and/or ways combine them are bound to be unique!
Pease tag me (this @ on AO3, Twitter, and Instagram) and/or use some variation of “Kane Coded Challenge” in tags for easy searching!
Okay I hope the bolding of phrases made people not skip past this cuz I really want it to happen and to see how creative y’all can get 😃🖤
Kthxbai~
💖 Multifairyus
48 notes · View notes
blametheeditor · 3 months ago
Text
The false human freezes in place as he tries to imagine what’s waiting for him. Considering how annoyed Mike is with the fact James consistently reports the guard’s injuries, it won’t be anything good. At best, a lecture almost exactly word for word of the one Scott laments at least once a week. At worst, getting the tables turned and being ‘snitched on’ instead of the other way around.
James straightens his rumpled shirt. Gives a cursory glance over himself to ensure no bruises can be seen on his arms. Nothing’s visible, and his ankle is completely hidden by his pant leg. His head is beginning to throb again, there’s no denying he isn’t at 100%, but it’s nothing too concerning, nor should Mike be able to discern anything.
Confident his injuries are undetectable, he strolls into the restaurant, walking straight toward the back where Fazbear’s only veteran guard will be waiting.
And he is, except not inside the office where James always finds him. Mike is waiting in the hallway, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, icy blue eyes staring daggers into him.
Panic threatens to make the doctor turn on his heel and walk right back out of the building. Because Mike wears a look of someone who knows something. And the only way that’s possible is if he had been told.
What did Scott say? Did he simply inform the guard James had an incident, or were no details sparred as he recounted their interaction from the previous night? If it’s the latter, then how does Mike feel about such a revelation?
“Snitches,” the guard growls lowly, stopping James in his tracks. “Want to tell me why the hell you’re limping, fucker?”
James slowly exhales through his nose as it becomes clear Scott had kept his promise. Truthfully, he was a bit foolish thinking he could hide anything from the guard, at least when it’s related to injuries. “I hadn’t noticed I was.”
“You look like shit,” Mike berates. “The fuck happened?”
The doctor hesitates, searching for a suitable response that can’t raise suspicion even if it gets repeated. Half-truths have yet to lead him astray. “Climbing accident.”
3 notes · View notes
sunkissedchld · 1 year ago
Text
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝒊. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆?
when a planet is in retrograde (rx), it appears to be moving/rotating backwards from our point of view on earth. it's important to note the planet is not actually moving backwards - it just looks that way because of its position in relation to earth and the sun. with that in mind, the sun and moon cannot be in retrograde.
Tumblr media
𝒊𝒊. 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆?
when a planet is in retrograde, often it makes it harder to deal with its energy. it could cause a lot of internal conflicts that also impact connections with people throughout one's life.
having a planet in retrograde in your natal chart is not a bad thing or a bad placement - it just means one has to work a little harder to understand and harness the energy of the planet compared to ones that are direct.
technically, this post was made to read for natal retrogrades, but it can also be useful if you want to know general challeneges that can occur during transit retrogrades also!
Tumblr media
𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒔
𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐘
this retrograde is what's most known when people talk about retrogrades. with this planet in retrograde natally, you could find it hard to communicate with others. this could be in that you have a stutter, or you could be too harsh or too passive when addressing others (depending on the sign). you could be too impulsive in your actions, or you could overthink and inhibit yourself from taking charge in your life. i could also see people with this planet in retrograde finding it hard to write and learn new languages.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒
you could find it hard to fall in love and/or to find, be in, and maintain relationships of any kind - but especially romantic ones; it could take a long time for you to start dating compared to others. this planet in retrograde can also make it hard for people to develop and sustain self-love and self-attraction. you may not see yourself as handsome or beautiful and/or others may look down on you or ignore you because of your looks. this is another planet that could make it hard to get along with people because venus is also associated with harmony overall, but the issues with beauty and love are more prominent.
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒
you could find it hard to bring your drive and passion to the surface. you could find it hard to be self-motivated and may prefer to take things slow throughout life and see how things pan out versus taking control. if you know the musical hamilton, you could be similar to aaron burr in waiting for things to happen to or for you versus making things happen. i could see natal mars retrograde manifesting as someone being asexual and/or having a low libido. you could have issues with bottling up anger, creating anger issues; if underdeveloped, i could see this leading to self-harm or other violent tendencies - this is not absolute
𝐉𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑
it could be hard for you to recognize your luck and/or you may feel as if you have no luck even if you actually do. this is a "the glass is half empty" type of placement. you might have taboo beliefs, and people may make you feel as if you’re weird or wrong for them. although people may make you feel that way, your belief system may still be strong depending on your jupiter sign. there's a possibility of not being fit for tradtional higher education. you may feel like you have to create your own luck and could have trouble trusting the universe and your guides to provide for you.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍
you could be too harsh on yourself when it comes to having structure. you may burden yourself with responsibilities no one else is giving or expecting of you. you may put more boundaries and limitations on yourself than is naturally expected of you. i could see this placement manifesting as asceticism in some people. you might feel like people never live up to your expectations, or they always let you down, so you only trust yourself to get things done. with this placement, there's an emphasis on self-motivation and high ambition.
𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒
it could be hard for you to express your individuality outwardly. maybe you’re too worried about how much you’ll stand out amongst others, and so you try to fit in with the majority instead of recognizing how different you can be. you may be more cautious about expressing your rebelling views. you could be more focused on individuality on a more personal level versus on a societal one. in the case of rebellion and innovation, you may feel the need to rebel against yourself and ideas you put on yourself versus ideas society puts on you.
𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄
your dreams could be more intense and grandiose than other people's dreams are - this could be in visual dreams you get while sleeping and/or in terms of life goals. you could be deeply spiritual and in tune with your intuition; you might even be able to predict when things will happen to you, or you could get deja vu often. you could overly daydream when it comes to personal goals and ideals; you might use daydreaming and other forms of escapism as a way to constantly ignore everyday life. the idea of realism could be foreign to you.
𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎
you may go through life transformations regularly. you could change your appearance often, or explore different religions all throughout your life, or your beliefs could change drastically as you get older. you could have strong power over yourself and possibly others - even unkowingly. you could find comfort in traditionally taboo things, espeically the occult and/or horror and things of that nature. in addition to constantly going through transformations, you could have fond memories of the past and have a deep connection to the concept of nostalgia. you could constantly look to the past in order to change who you are in the present or future.
Tumblr media
657 notes · View notes
jobean12-blog · 1 year ago
Text
Heart of Darkness
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)
Word Count: 1.089
Summary: The time to run has finally come but you never expected to find the road to your safety paved in darkness.
Author's Note: This is my entry for my lovely friend @witchywithwhiskey writing/moodbard challenege Horror Movie Hoe-athon! Thank you for hosting sweets! 💕I used one of the quotes which I've bolded in the story and on my crappy moodboard lol! This is mostly super soft- I just can't seem to get away from it lately haha. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰
Warnings: some small angst in the beginning but lots of super soft sweetness mostly and flower talk :)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The sun is warm at your back as you approach your cottage, your basket of wildflowers swinging freely from your arm and the sweet aroma of the blooms carried on the breeze.
As you get closer you notice that the door is slightly ajar, and a chill emanates from within, slithering over your skin and stealing it’s warmth. Even though the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge, you’re pulled forward by a mysterious darkness, tempting and dangerous in it’s allure.
With tentative steps you move forward, pressing your shaky fingers to the door to push it open. The darkness instantly surrounds you and the chill seeps into your bones. Your mouth opens in a scream but it’s silenced by the cold press of a hand to your mouth.
Deliberate and steady steps have your back to the wall before you can register more than the large form in front of you and as your eyes adjust you can make out the silhouette of a man.
The darkness slowly starts to dissipate and a soft silvery glow fills the room, it’s light gradually revealing what holds you captive inch by inch.
His long, curved horns frame a face with eyes so blue they shine brighter than anything else in the room, and his wings, huge and black, circle around you as a voice, rich like silk, fills your ears.
“Do not scream,” he whispers as he gently removes his hand from your mouth.
Your lips tremble and his eyes drop to follow the movement, his thumb brushing over their outline before he cups your cheek.
“You are not safe,” he states. “You must come with me.”
You can’t find your voice, the terror of what he is overwhelming your senses and your eyes squeeze shut as you drop your chin, silently willing away this nightmare.
“Please,” he begs.
Your breathing becomes ragged and you can feel the scream bubbling up in your chest but then you feel something unexpected, something…oddly soothing.
Your eyes open slowly, lashes wet with unshed tears and you let out a shuddering breath.
“I…I don’t understand.”
He leans closer and his tail continues to wind itself gracefully along your body, the sinuous movements mesmerizing you. You relax into his touch, a feeling of safety overcoming your initial fear.
“I need you to come with me Angel.” 
Your eyes fall when you feel the edge of his tail graze the swell of your breasts, the strong appendage moving higher and higher. He pulls you against him, his body a wall of muscle pressed to your soft skin.
“We don’t have much time,” he warns.
“But...who are you…how do I know…”
Your words die on your parted lips as he dips his head, running his nose along the column of your neck with a deep inhale.
“I’ll protect you,” he murmurs, soft and cool lips brushing the shell of your ear.
You shiver in his arms, falling harder under his spell.
“How do I know I can trust you?” you whisper, wavering between the urge to try and flee or fall deeper.
“Even Hell has it’s heroes…and the thing that hunts you is far worse than I.”
His words send a skitter of fear down your spine, different from how you originally felt in his presence and it causes your breath to catch.
“Where will you take me?” you ask, feeling your body become more pliant the longer you’re in his arms.
“Far away from here where you’ll be safe,” he promises. “And there will be plenty of flowers for you to pick and land for you to wander.”
His lips are feather light as they slide from your ear and down along your jaw, hovering just above yours before he whispers, “but…there is a price.”
Your gaze meets his and you fight hard for release, pulling back slightly but finding it impossible to look away. He sees the war in your eyes and the tip of his tail settles just under your chin, bringing your lips back to his before he murmurs, “you’ll belong to me…”
Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks and you let out sigh, the feel of his lips making your body melt into his.
“Forever Angel.”
~Several months later~
The scene before you is awash with vibrant colors and the air is filled with scents of renewal. Beneath the shady canopy of a majestic old tree, the dappled sunlight filters through tender green leaves, casting playful shadows across your skin as his fingertips dance lazily along your curves.
“When can I open my eyes?” he asks, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“I’m almost done,” you tell him, your fingers moving gently through the dew-covered grass in search of another flower.
His long fingers continue their wandering, every so often sliding beneath your skirt and causing you to giggle.
“James…” you admonish lightly. “I’ll never finish if you keep that up!”
He pouts, shifting his huge, dark wings, a stark contrast against the explosion of radiant color surrounding you, and waits.
“There,” you sigh, adjusting one last flower before you hold up your work. “Open your eyes.”
Blue eyes that match the color in the sky above open.
“Angel,” he croons as his face lights up. “It’s beautiful.”
You carefully lift the flower crown and place it between his horns, tending to anything out of place until it sits just perfectly atop his head. The bright blooms are a rainbow of color against his dark hair and you can’t help your wide grin.
“I think I like this one best,” you decide.
“You always say that Angel,” he teases as he pulls you into his embrace.
You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and breathing him in.
“You and the flowers are my favorite things.”
He tightens his grip, your name a whisper on his lips.
“You spoil me with your beautiful things. I don’t deserve them.”
With a soft kiss to his skin you sit up, straddling his waist and taking his face in your hands. Your fingertips lovingly trace along his jaw and then higher to each of his horns before they drop to his wings and you let the silky feathers slide between your hands.
“I love you James…for exactly who you are.”
He wraps you in his arms and buries his face in your neck. “As dark as I am, I will always find enough light to adore you to pieces, with all of my pieces. I love you Angel.”
Tumblr media
@book-dragon-13 @goldylions @blackwidownat2814 @kmc1989 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @sebstanwhore
366 notes · View notes
luvangelbreak · 10 months ago
Note
watching a horror movie with Chris, and every time you get scared you hide your face in his chest!!! And he’s just rubbing your back the whole time comforting uu
Safe
christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc)
summary: alice has the bright idea to watch a horror movie to prove she’s not a scaredy-cat to her best friend chris. unfortunately for her, it backfires and chris gets his point proven. warnings: swearing, fluff (sm fluff my god), mentions of panic and dolls? word count: 1.2k a/n: ik the request said “you” but for those who haven’t read my pinned, i cannot bring myself to write w y/n so i use oc’s as a replacement. i hope that y’all will like this one tho i love chris fluff sm (this is also so funny bc chris is the biggest scardey-cat out of the triplets)
Tumblr media
not proofread!!
I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to convince Chris to watch Annabelle Comes Home with me, I couldn’t sit through any horror movie without screaming my head off like a little kid. Chris didn’t like them either but because of a stupid bet and neither of us never backing down from a challenge, we agreed to watch one.
“I bet you can’t sit through a whole horror movie without crying into my shoulder,” Chris challeneged, a daring look in his eye and I scoffed at him.
“I could say the same for you, scaredy-cat. You can’t even watch Coraline without pissing your pants,” I pointed an accusing finger at him and he gasped, throwing his hands to his chest dramatically.
“I was 9 when that happened. That does not count you asshole!” he retorted, shoving my shoulder in protest.
After an hour of arguing about who would get more scared, the bet was made. Whoever gets scared first loses and has to pay up the $20.
We sat down on Chris’s bed, the darkness of the room making the movie seem more eerie than usual, the only light being emitted from the TV. We were only 15 minutes into the movie and not much had happened yet but it didn’t stop my shoulders from tensing in anticipation.
“You’re so losing this bet,” Chris taunted me and I looked over to see him completely relaxed with a beanie on his head, covers over his torso and arms behind his head as he smirked at me, “You already look like you’re about to shit yourself.”
“I look like this when I watch any movie,” I lied through my teeth, holding my head high as I unwrapped my arms from around my legs, letting my knees fall away from my chest as I fiddled with the hem of Chris’s hoodie that I stole since I forgot my own.
“Mhm,” he hummed unconvincingly and I rolled my eyes, ignoring his taunts as my eyes focused back on the screen. I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I continued waiting for a jumpscare at any given moment.
“It’s cheating if you’re just watching me the whole time and not the movie,” I mumbled, not looking away from the screen as I bit my lip nervously.
“Who’s gonna call you out when you get scared then?” he retorted quickly and I leaned my hand over his torso, smacking him in the chest causing him to let out a huff.
“Watch the goddamn movie, Christopher,” I grumbled, regretting my decision of agreeing to this bet in the first place. As the movie continued, I jumped at the small jumpscares and I heard Chris chuckle.
"You know you've already lost?" he asked rhetorically and I nodded, sliding into him as my fear started to show. With a snicker, he lifted his arm as I wrapped my arms around his torso, cuddling into his side to hide my face from the jumpscares of the movie.
"Why didn't we pick a movie without dolls? They're like my worst fear," I mumbled and Chris began tracing circles on my back with his thumb, distracting me from the movie slightly.
"Because I wanted to win," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice making me shake my head, a sour expression covering my face.
"You're an asshole," I mumbled, hiding my face in his hoodie when another jumpscare appeared on screen but I was now determined to get through the whole movie at the very least.
"You love me," he retorted, being unphased by the movie now that he was amused that he won the bet and I looked up at him, flicking his forehead with my finger before resuming my place on his chest.
"I hate you actually. This was not a fair movie to put on," I grumbled, my anxiety spiking as the movie progressively got more terrifying. Chris could sense my terror as he pulled me tighter against him and I yelped when another jumpscare appeared on the screen.
"Ali, we can turn it off if you want," he said softly and I stubbornly shook my head, eyes still trained on the screen.
"I want to get through the whole movie. There's only thirty minutes left," I announced and he hummed, an unsure tone behind the sound as I gripped onto his hoodie like he was going to slip away from me at any given moment.
The last 30 minutes of the movie felt like it lasted forever as I gripped onto Chris for dear life but soon enough the movie came to an end and I let out a breath of relief.
"Alright, twenty on my Venmo thanks," Chris ruffled my hair as I sat up before I swatted his hand away, annoyed that he was so amused by my fear as I frowned at him.
"I'm not going home," I deadpanned and his eyebrows furrowed, an amused smile on his lips.
"Why?" he questioned, adjusting his sweatpants before sitting up further and I knelt back onto my heels.
"Because I'll have a fucking panic attack if I sleep alone tonight. I'm gonna be seeing dolls all across my room for the next week!" I exclaimed and he shook his head, a smile plastered on his face still.
"You're so dramatic," he laughed and I let my body slump back further till my back hit the bed making me sigh loudly. My mind kept flashing of the jumpscares in the movie making my anxiety spike once again and I think Chris noticed because he leaned forward, placing a hand on my knee.
"This was such a bad idea," I mumbled, my breathing becoming more shallow the more I thought about it and I looked up to see Chris's demeanour change, now softening at my genuine fear.
"Come here," he opened his arms and I sat up before sliding forward on my stomach, placing my head on his stomach as he ran a hand through my hair to calm me, "It's okay. Nothing gonna hurt you. It's all made up, remember?"
"I know," I mumbled against his hoodie, the feeling of having him close to me bringing me a sense of calm again, "I just really hate horror movies."
"It wasn't fair to put Annabelle on. I'm sorry," he said softly making me look up to see an apologetic expression covering his face.
"Does that mean you will let me watch a movie with your biggest fear?" I asked with a smile and he gave me a confused look as I reached over him, grabbing the remote before flicking through the movies on Netflix.
I found one of my favourite movies, putting it on before Chris groaned, throwing his head back onto the headboard.
"Are you serious? Ten Things I Hate About You?" he groaned and I laughed, nodding as I looked up at him.
"You're biggest fear. A relationship," I twinkled my hands in front of his face, shaking my voice to make it sound more spooky and he swatted my hand away.
"You're lucky I feel bad for you right now or I'd knock you out," he threatened and I rolled my eyes in response, placing my head back on his stomach as his hand returned to my hair.
“I’m terrified,” I mumbled sarcastically as I smiled against the cloth of his hoodie and I practically hear him rolling his eyes.
He continued massaging my scalp and playing with my hair as I focused my attention on the movie instead of the terrifying thoughts in my head. Soon enough, Chris's soothing motions and the familiar movie sent me into a slumber as I held Chris against me closely.
tags:
@dsturniolo @sturniolopepsi @chrissturnioloswifesblog @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @stunza @pinklittleflower @v1nuswrites @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn
94 notes · View notes
rudegyaltune · 9 months ago
Text
Tunde Imann Writing Challenge Day 7 👸🏾
Prompt: A fairytale with no prince that saves the day.
(I’m tired asf so I’ll be completing this tomorrow along with day 8’s prompt)
6 notes · View notes
hellfire-state-of-mind · 11 months ago
Text
can we stay here forever?
Tumblr media
pairing: unspecified Pedro Pascal character (pick your favorite) x fem!reader (no name or physical description other than reader has boobs, have fun babes)
rating: M (just to be safe)
word count: 663
warnings: none? i think? just two people disgustingly in love (but lmk if i missed any and i'll add it here!!!)
a/n: this is my submission for @iamasaddie's moodboard writing challenege! i haven't written any fanfic since 2019 and i'd mostly decided to just give it up entirely but moodboards are my weakness and i just had to jump in. this is my first for the PPCU sooo please be nice, i'm a lil rusty (also 100% not proofed) 😅
It wasn’t until you met him that you realized just how…dull your life was.
Maybe dull isn’t the right word. There’s nothing wrong with predictability, stability, routine. You liked knowing what to expect day in and day out. Sure, sometimes you’d feel a need for more, this crack in your domestic facade. But something or someone would always come along to fill it, even if only for a moment. You were content.
But now? Watching the way his bare chest rises and falls. His mess of curls splayed out on the pillow beside you. The late morning sun spilling through sheer white curtains to highlight the curves of his arms, his nose, the tiny patches of skin peeking through his beard that you so love to press your lips to any chance you get.
Dull is replaced by familiar. Warm.
Home.
Days like this are a rare luxury and deeply treasured whenever they come along. Phones off, no need for alarms or scam phone calls about your car’s extended warranty. Only waking when your bodies physically can’t withstand the unconsciousness separating you any longer. The warmth of his arms around you contrasting with the chill in the room, sending static up and down your spine.
When you do finally rise from the tangled web of sheets binding the two of you together, there’s no rush. It’s a comfortable silence filled with jeans zipping, shoelaces tapping the floorboards, car keys jingling as he opens the passenger door for you.
He’s just as mesmerized as you. The way your eyes glow when the sun flashes across at just the right angle. The wind from the open window teasing your hair. Your laugh ringing out over the noise of the dirt road to nowhere. He turns off the truck in the shade of a tree and helps you out, never letting go of your hand as he guides you away. Thick fingers encompassing thin.
You finally find the perfect spot to rest and watch the sun disappear below the tree line and assume your positions from that morning. His bicep shielding your head from the hard ground, you just lay there on the grass discussing anything and everything that floats into your minds. Eventually, you notice he’s been quiet for a while. You peek over to see his eyes shut, lips slightly parted and drinking in slow, deep breaths.
“Is it your bedtime already?” you tease. He breaks out his signature boyish smile and chuckles from deep in his chest. Laughing along, you gently dip the tip of your finger into the dimple that appears on his left cheek before tracing up to the creases by his eyes. He turns into your touch, catching your hand and bringing it down to his lips, the soft hair accenting them tickling your palm. He gently rolls over you, gazing up in awe at his backlit silhouette and your knees drift open to allow him room to settle, blanketing you with his full weight. His focus is locked on you as his fingers caress your hip where your shirt has exposed the skin.
Your eyes drift shut as he kisses his way up your torso, your top riding up further and further as he progresses. He earns a hearty belly laugh when instead of pushing the soft cotton up above your breasts, he simply dives his head under it, nipping at your delicate skin and trailing his tongue down the valley between before ghosting his lips over your collarbone, your neck, your ear. Restrained by the fabric bunched around the back of his neck and your shoulders, unable to pull away, you finally pull him down to you. His arms wedge under you, pulling you flush to his chest. Together, you drown in each other’s touch, sound, taste, smell, willing time to just stop so you can stay here forever.
Most people call it “wasting the day away” except you, because time spent with him is never a waste.
68 notes · View notes
horizon-verizon · 5 months ago
Text
This is about the show, not the book characters.
I've already expressed indifference towards this particular ship both bc Laenyra was right there AND bc I didn't feel it had the longevity I prefer in my ships. Well, something else troubles me for the integrity for this ship. Namely, Mysaria's intentions & Rhaenyra's habits (once again, this is all coming from how the show decided to write these characters!!!).
After reading this Variety article where Emma describes Mysaria and Rhaenyra's relationship thus far, it occurred to me that Rhaenyra has already done something like this before whenever Daemon has seemingly abandoned her:
First it was Criston Cole, who she slept with after Daemon left her at the brothel.
Then it is Harwin--she expressly says that Daemon abandoned her, and she's still talking about the brothel mess. It's also when he abandons her at her wedding after their whole "take me to Dragonstone to be your wife" challenege that could have been semi genuiune. Harwin was obviously a much better and longer lasting relationship than the non-one with Cole, but it is very clear that it began as a necessity, developed from proximity, she would have preferred Daemon, and the wound was still visibly sore when she met up with him again in epi7. There was still yearning on her part. Harwin, though she loved him and cared for him, was absolutely second place here.
Now Daemon has gone off to Harrenhal after the S2 epi2 argument that made no sense and Rhaenyra has no idea what Daemon has planned or if he will at all support her. She's feeling lost, unworthy, that she has lost him, and too helpless. Esp with her council and son all saying she should stay put to avoid losing the war altogether with her own death. Mysaria is also Daemon's ex...she and Mysaria both face struggles from being in a world catered towards and over-empowering men PLUS having been with Daemon. I saw another clip that included Rhaenyra saying she wanted to be a man period AND to be a man like Daemon. After Mysaria relates her story and why she thinks she can stay to support Rhaenyra--respecting her as an equal--Rhaenyra immediately reaches in for the hug, Mysaria seems to caress her neck, she kisses Mysaria. She kisses Mysaria right after she says she wants to be Daemon...is she trying to reach Daemon through Mysaria, or is she trying to "occupy" Daemon's space b/t them to borrow some of that "masculine" power? Both? IDK, I'm not sapphic or wlw.
Point is when she's feeling vulnerable, she seeks out comfort, as is her right...but it's also a pattern that the show somehow always centers around a lack of Daemon. And all her vulnerabilities and fears stem from her insecurities about her being a good ruler in the eyes of those who support her, which was men up until this point. With Mysaria, she sees someone who has faith in her being able to be a good, worthy queen, competence--what Emma has said was:
Mysaria really affects Rhaenyra’s politics. She has a powerful impact on Rhaenyra’s ability to see how a kingdom and its citizens are affected in the case of civil war. That was slightly abstract to Rhaenyra — until Mysaria somehow makes that more concrete. And I think speaks to different forms of power that, again, maybe Rhaenyra, in her eagerness for a masculine conflict-based power, sometimes overlooks. Gaining the will, and the belief of the people — I don’t know how much that was part of her political consciousness prior to Mysaria.
and Mysaria has demonstrated a sort of support she feels show!Daemon not only didn't but refused to provide. What Mysaria tells her to do, has all thus far worked.
Check, check, check, check...
Mysaria has always tried to be on the side of power. First it was Daemon, then it was Otto; though w/Daemon she hoped for it indirectly, with Daemon's protection with use of her body and with Otto she wanted to stand as more of an equal or as close as she can get to that by providing information instead. The last few episodes, however, we saw her decide to leave it all behind and preserve her life and sanity after some green burned down her home and ruined her life. We are meant to judge that Mysaria stays despite her previous plans bc she sees Rhaenyra as worthy enough to serve or bc she feels the most "equal" she has ever felt. But I wonder is what Mysaria if Mysaria still feels like she has to cater towards another "patron" not necessarily for/with sex and she is more concerned with getting an angle than a relationship. But then again, perhaps this is only a real issue for those who prefer longevity in ships? IDK.
Also, show!Rhaenyra is resembling Cersei too much with all this wishing-to-be-a-man shit. No, these were not the same "type" of women! this is what happens when you totally rewrite and dilute an original female character's pride for an audience who you think shouldn't be discomfited by a "bitchy" woman demanding her birthright because she claims it.
26 notes · View notes
flufftober · 4 months ago
Note
So do I have to write the stuff on tumblr? I was think I'll write on ao3 and post there, then leave a link on tumblr each day too? Is that allowed
P.s. this is gonna be a challenege but I'm really looking forward to it!!
Hey there 😊 thanks for your ask!
I think about 90% of the entries we reblog here are links to fics posted on ao3 😉 so yes, that's perfectly fine.
There is an ao3 collection called Flufftober 2024 (either flufftober2024 or as flufftober_2024, both are ours) that will open on October 1st.
Looking forward to seeing your entries, Happy Creating 💚
16 notes · View notes
louisferrignojr · 1 month ago
Note
I was initially happy with Brad following the 118 around, thinking he'd just be there to make stupid quips in the back and flirting with Bobby. I don't like Brad but I found the dynamic with Bobby fun, and liked that it showed different sides to Bobby, who otherwise has felt a bit one note this season (tbf so has everyone else).
But that's not what they did, instead Brad became the main character for the ep and it was so badly written. Like there could have been something interesting there, with the talk of being fake, if they'd made him genuinely suicidal at the bridge. If he'd realised he hates being an actor and how he's become one in every aspect of his life, doing things purely to uphold his image, and following them he'd realised he just wants to be a normal guy again but this time he wants to help others. Instead we got the weirdest dialogue and scene on the show so far.
It came across as mockery to fans who have said it's their comfort show, who have said it's helped them when they've been suicidal by giving them some level of happiness to focus on. By playing it as an exaggerated idolisation rather than the idea of a small level of happiness can be enough to bring them off the ledge.
yeah if i had to guess what tf happened it would be that tim minear became the no.1 callum blue fan and wrote these episodes specifically for him. tim minear write with your head not your dick challenege
11 notes · View notes
ros3ybabe · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Day 9 - 90 Day Challenge 🎀
I really hope I'm on the right day because it seems like time has been going by slower since I've started this challenege? Maybe its just the way my silly little brain processes time. Or maybe I missed a few days and forgot. Who knows?
🏋‍♀️ Physical Health
honestly, nothing. I over ate, didn't drink enough water, had way too much caffiene, forgot to take my meds, didnt leave my room much at all, and ate a bit unhealthy because i was so sad.
oh, but I did eat an apple and some red grapes as a snack! maybe that counts?
🧠 Mental Health
again, nothing. it got so bad that I did have to take an anxiety med (I have some prescribed as needed for insomnia/high anxiety moments) and it calmed my brain down right away.
❤️ Emotional Health
had another talk with my boyfriend about how I've been feeling, this time in regards to our relationship.
watched a movie with my boyfriend over video call <3
bought a new set of sports bras online as a form of retail therapy + I need them
📚 Intellectual Health
also, nothing. it was a holiday, I didn't want to stress myself out with school work. that's gonna be for today.
🏘 Adulting
cleaned my bathroom a little bit (finally). scrubbed and wiped down the toilet, disinfected the sink, faucet, and counter, and cleaned the mirror!
took out my bedroom trash and threw away old (moldy) plastic food containers that I forgot about for almost a week (so sad)
organized my never ending pile of tote bags and belts to make more space in my room
did a load of laundry and put away ALL of the clean clothes in my room (there were two very full baskets of clean clothes just waiting to be organized)
organized my desk
🥰 Self Love/Care
did my morning skincare
showered and washed my hair and put on clean, fresh clothes (in an effort to get out of my depressive slump)
tried to let in some natural sunlight (it was a gloomy, cloudy day but I tried)
My only *smallish goals for today is to drink an entire bottle of my electrolyte water (1 liter) + 3 more smaller bottles of water, finish my current psyc notes, a quiz, and maybe a writing assignment that's due on Monday, maybe study for my psyc final and work on the final paper, eat a bit healthier today, and try to get outside for maybe a little bit. and remember to take my meds.
I don't like feeling so down. but I know when I feel restricted or trapped or super introverted, that's when I start self sabotaging. I choose to stay inside because my brain gives me anxiety fueled excuses about why I shouldn't go outside. But that makes the depression worse. I try to compensate by over eating to get those dopamine hits, but that makes me feel bad and fuels the depression.
I just need to work on building sustainable, healthier, easy to execute habits for when I get like this. it'll be the best thing I can do for myself. and it'll make my life a whole lot easier.
that's my little mini rant for the day. if anyone has any tips for building healthy habits to work with their depression, I'd love to hear them.
til next time lovelies 🩷
38 notes · View notes