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Another one:
Heart Breathings Rough Draft Challenge - A month-long writing challenge where you can choose from several pre-set word count goal or set your own (not restricted to word count) goal. You get a little project page with a graph like on the NaNo site, and there will be winner badges. The community aspect is all through Discord or FB. There's a video that gives an overview of how to use the site.
NaNo Alternatives
Okay, real post time (but keep those boops booping) - You want to do NaNoWriMo tomorrow, but you don't want to go anywhere near the main organization and their website. Here's a list of alternatives you can try:
Rogue Writers - International group launched to provide an alternative for writers. Their website has challenges, free tools, and more.
myWriteClub - Word tracking tool.
Novlr - A writing app designed to help you meet your writing goals.
WriteTrack - Word tracking tool.
Shut Up and Write - Find in-person or online groups to write together with!
NoQuWriCo - A November writing challenge with tools, tips, and encouragement to make it through the month!
Writing Month - Write. A Month. Do It.
Your local library - If you did NaNo events through your library, chances are they're still doing it this year. Make sure you check in with all the resources you've used in the past, as they're likely still around.
Whatever you decide to do tomorrow, good luck! And remember, if you want to still use the NaNo website but don't like their AI policies and the rest of it, just don't give them money! Laugh to yourself, evilly, as you update your word count. It's very validating.
(Now back to booping.)
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Day 31: "I've got you"
Masterlist flufftober 🎃
Imagining Spencer as the unit chief drives me feral, and this is kinda hurt/comfort, but I hope you like it.
I'm sorry it's been a few more days, but I needed a break from everything urgently. Anyway, here it is! Thanks for making it this far, see you next year ;)
For weeks, Spencer Reid had been temporarily filling the role of unit chief. He still felt a bit uncomfortable in this position, more accustomed to contributing his knowledge than leading. However, with each new case, his responsibility towards the team—and especially towards you—became clearer. He wasn’t just your mentor in an academic sense, but also in a professional one, and he felt a connection that went beyond mere work. Spencer had become someone who wanted to protect you, not just guide you.
That’s why, when the preliminary analysis of the case indicated that the victim they had just found at the crime scene was someone close to you, he felt an uncontrollable urge to keep you away from that situation. He remembered all too well what it felt like to lose someone dear in such a violent way and didn’t want you to have to face that same shattering reality.
You were already walking toward the yellow tape, ready to help decipher the modus operandi of the killer you were chasing, when he quickly approached you, his expression grave and full of concern. He wasn’t going to give you the chance to resist; he had decided that the best course of action was to pull you back, to shield you from the pain before it was too late.
“You’re off this case,” he said firmly, his voice carrying an authority he rarely used with you.
“What? Why?” you protested, frowning. “Why are you asking me this, Reid? Do you think I can’t handle it?”
He shook his head, his face serious, his gaze trying to persuade you without words. The idea of letting you see that was unbearable to him. He already knew it wasn’t a guess; it was a hard truth, difficult to digest and even harder to accept. He felt his fingers tense, his hands fighting the urge to physically hold your shoulders, to restrain you with the strength he needed to keep you from facing that devastating sight.
“Listen to me. This isn’t something you should see. The victim… it’s someone you know.”
You stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to process what you had just heard. The air grew thick, your breathing heavier as a wave of disbelief and fear began to take hold. Yet, you resisted. Ignoring his words, you pulled away from his side in a desperate impulse, determined to confirm the truth for yourself.
Spencer tried to stop you, but it was no use. The scene unfolded before you, and your eyes landed on the lifeless face of someone you deeply loved. Reality hit you hard, and all your strength collapsed in an instant. It was as if the world crumbled around you, and you were paralyzed, trapped in that endless moment of pain and desolation.
Spencer watched as you broke down. The shock in your face, the trembling in your hands, the emptiness in your gaze… it was all a blend of emotions he knew too well. Seeing any corpse was hard, for sure, but seeing someone you knew lying on the floor was heartbreaking.
As he looked at you, he recalled his own experiences of loss. Those nights when he had desperately wished for a hug, a refuge, a promise that things would be okay. His heart broke seeing you so vulnerable, and without thinking further, he crossed the distance between you and wrapped you in his arms.
The warmth of his embrace shattered the emotional blockade you had been submerged in, and suddenly, you found yourself clinging to him with all your might, seeking in his presence a comfort that seemed impossible.
You felt the weight of your emotions overflowing, the pain pulling you down with an unstoppable force. Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, and you buried your face in his chest, as if you were trying to disappear in his embrace. Spencer felt each shaky breath, each tear that fell onto his clothing, and he held you with the same intensity, as if he too depended on that contact to stay whole.
“Hey, I’ve got you,” he murmured against your hair, his voice barely breaking, as if those words could somehow shield you from reality.
In his mind, Spencer couldn’t stop thinking about all he had wished for in his worst moments. No one had been there to hold him in the same way when he faced his own tragedies. He remembered the loneliness, the deep pain that threatened to consume him, and how he had learned to bury his feelings just to keep going. But now, at that moment, he felt a desperate urge to be for you everything he had never had.
“I’ve got you,” he repeated, with a conviction that brought you a faint sense of calm. His arms were like a barrier against the world, a shield that offered you protection amidst the chaos around you. In that moment, nothing else mattered; only the warmth of his embrace, the firmness of his hold, and the words he whispered like a mantra. He wasn’t promising that the pain would go away, but that he would be there to hold you through it.
Around you, the crime scene continued its course: the patrol lights illuminated the night, agents went on with their work, and the murmur of voices mixed with the ambient noise. But for you, all of that faded away; there was only Spencer and the refuge he provided in that moment of weakness.
The trembling in your hands began to subside little by little, though the pain did not disappear. Your breathing became a bit steadier, and you dared to look up, meeting Spencer’s eyes. There was something in his expression, a mix of empathy and determination that made you feel understood. He wasn’t just there as your boss or your mentor; he was there as someone who understood your suffering in a way no one else could.
In his mind, Spencer repeated a silent promise. He wouldn’t let you go through the same things he had. You couldn’t know it, but each gentle rub on your back, each softly whispered word, was charged with a silent resolve, a promise that he would do everything he could so you wouldn’t have to face the pain alone.
“We’re going to get through this,” he finally whispered, his voice steadier than he actually felt. And as you nodded weakly, you clung to that phrase as if it were an unbreakable promise.
Spencer kept his arms around you for several minutes, ignoring the passage of time and the murmur of the other agents. He was aware that you’d have to face reality eventually, that you’d have to process what had happened. However, he was willing to hold you as long as necessary, because he knew that in moments like this, support and company were the only things that could mitigate the pain, even if just a little.
To him, holding you was more than an act of comfort; it was an act of redemption, a way to heal his own wounds by offering you the support he had never received. And in that instant, you both shared a moment of intimacy and understanding so profound that it transcended words.
When you finally pulled away, he kept a hand on your shoulder, a gesture of support that anchored you to reality. Your eyes met, and in Spencer’s gaze, you found a silent promise that you would be okay, that he would be by your side for as long as it took. And although the pain hadn’t vanished, you knew that, at least for that moment, you weren’t alone.
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writing prompts #2: overprotective
To the point of violence.
"Come one step closer to them. I dare you. "
"Go ahead, try to hurt *name*. Try, and we'll see how your insides look spilt on the floor.
Character A is in danger, but Character B is with them, shielding them with their body, not taking their eyes or hands off of A.
"Who hurt you? Look at me! Tell me!" Character B yells, clutching their fingers into A's shoulders. A breaks down, sobbing and shaking their head frantically, not wanting to worry B. "Tell me who did this to you, and I'll take their head for you."
"You may not believe in the divine. But once I'm done with you, you will beg to the skies for mercy.
Character B takes every hit meant for Character A until they're bleeding and coughing on their bruised knees. They spite the attacker one more time before falling unconscious at A's feet. Bonus suggestion; redirecting negative attention from A instead, at the sake of their own ego.
"What have you done?" "I protected them." They mutter, surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood.
"You don't have to do this," Character A mutters, coming closer to B with a sincere worry in their eyes, "I can do this on my own." "I know. But I promised myself to do anything for your safety. And that's the only thing in my life I haven't broken yet."
If you write anything from these, please feel free to reblog with your work!
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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ 2024 // ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ~ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ
Day two! This one made me think for a bit, what genre I wanted to do in only 100 words. I’m at least somewhat content with how it looks? We’re off to a good start!
Once again this is the challenge presented by the lovely @thedrabblecollective , go check out the rules and write!
Content~ SFW, Levi Ackerman x Reader
~All Days + Borders Here!~
Such a day, between meetings here and there, traveling so far across the sea.
You’d long since slipped into bed, the mattress slowly soothing the dull ache remaining deep in your weary bones.
The bed dipped at your back, sheets pulling first down and then back up, before kisses feather light found the skin of your shoulder and achingly slowly trailed their way up to your jaw and across your cheek.
Levi’s chest pressed to your back, rocking you forward just an inch to pepper your lips in silent ‘goodnight’ kisses.
And what a good night it was, now that your lover had joined you.
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Yes! This is basically the same as my own goals for November, so I'm in!
NoSkipNovember
in light of the NaNoWriMo… trash fire, i decided i'd make my own event for myself. and if you want to participate, feel free! i know i'm making this post late as it's already november 1st here, but it happens AHAH. this is just a personal challenge i thought up yesterday evening, and it may help some other people!
Rules of NoSkipNovember
write every day of november, whether 1 word or 10,000.
that's it.
the point of NoSkipNovember is to build the habit of writing, even things that are small. it's to get you to sit down and, in whatever medium you write, to get in the habit of continuing to write.
what can you write?
anything! poetry, songs, outlines, plotting documents, books, short stories, as long as it's creative writing in some form, you are doing it right.
can i set a word goal?
yes!! if you want to set a daily word goal or the usual month goal, go for it! mine is the traditional 50k words, but you could set it for 500 or 500,000 or whatever you want. just be sure to take your time, and take breaks to stretch and move around.
does it have to be original fiction?
not at all, fanfiction is what i'm going to be focusing on, so if you wanna write that, you should!
i have another question
feel free to leave it in the replies or my inbox! i'm always happy to help. this is a very spur-of-the-moment, loose challenge, so feel free to make your own personal rules or stipulations. as long as you are having fun, getting some writing done, and feel accomplished, that's what matters.
that's it. have fun, hope you have a lovely NoSkipNovember!
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november is here! + new website features
November is here! We're so looking forward to the month ahead, and we wanted to drop by and let you know that we're here to cheer you on.
We’re also excited to announce the launch of our website, as well as some features that you can find there such as...
Locked In - a writing game to help meet your daily goal!
Let Me Cook! - a pomodoro timer to help you focus with writing, art, and all creative endeavors.
Sticker Book - a unique way to collect achievements along the trails!
And, finally, we want to thank you for being here. RDMO is a passion project for our admin team. We have been working around the clock since September to create a challenge that gives you a fun, collaborative, and rewarding experience. We will continue to update the website and social media throughout the month, but we’re writing our novels as well! Follow rdmoHQ on instagram to see us live blog our #RDMO24 experience (and don’t forget to tag us in your updates everywhere, too!)
Good luck this month! We're rooting for you! Rough Draft HQ
#creative writing#writeblr#writers#writing#writing challenge#writing community#artists on tumblr#books#fanfic#rough draft#rough draft month#rdmo24#rdmo#write or die#studyblr
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Harpy's regress-cember!
Happy 2 announce I'm hosting a 15-day event of Christmas/holiday themed regression content 2 b made for December!!
This event is free to join!!! Regardless if you want to make it regression-based or not, just have fun with it! Any type of media is accepted, and you're free to decide if you want to flip the days around or start at anytime during or after December!!!
Feel free to come into my asks if you have any questions on the event or prompts!!
text version of the list under the cut:
1. Snow day
2. Mittens
3. Snow fight
4. Fireplace
5. Hot cocoa
6. Blankets
7. Under the weather
8. Sniffles
9. Breakfast in bed
10. Holiday movies
11. Holiday crafts
12. Decorating
13. Gingerbread houses
14. "You need a jacket!"
15. Snowmen
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DAY 1: Breaking bad habits - A quick snack - RATCHET
The undisturbed whirling of the alien technology met you as a welcome while the certain medic did not even glance in your direction as you came to. Though nothing unusual. Maybe before it would hurt you, make angry, but after so many cycles spend side to side with the old medic, you've learnt that it's just how he was. It was deep in his plating. The desire to put his all into something that might help autobots. Might save their lives in the crucial moment of distress.
Well that hurt. Really did. And he saw it immediately as your face distorted for a second with a grimace. He didn't mean it. You know he did not. But it sure sting.
-Hm, decided to pest me now in the unusual time?
-You have to sustain yourself with proper food. It's not healthy.
-Like you are the one to talk.
-Don't- huh. No, you're not distracting me from the topic. Humans must eat on a regular as well as rest!
-Yeah, though when we are stressed we tend to forget about it, doc.
Ratchet furrowed at the nickname.
-And what, may I ask made you so stressed, huh? It's not like you are in danger of being diploid to the battlefield any time soon.
-Little one, I-
-I am worried because one of the most important to me bots is killing himself stubbornly, refusing to rest even for a second! I am worried every time I see this bucket-head of a bot ignoring the obvious tremors in his hands! I am worried sick after I notice that he didn't even take an ounce of energon during another 40 or more hours of work!
At the end of your rant you had to pause to get some air in. The anger was now cursing through your whole body, anxiety straining your voice. You were stressed he was right, but not for yourself - it was relatively safe and rather easy to forget especially with the kids causing mischief with the scouts around on the base.
You were worried sick because there was no guarantee of any of them returning back from missions, making it back injured but at least alive. And, as if he could see through you strange optics your peculiar human spark, burning and hurting for him too.
Old medic huffed gruffly with no real intent to argue. You were right, everybody needed a break, even him. And. maybe, just maybe, with you by his side it would be easier to let go of the worries twisting his spark. Even for a little bit.
-I… I am sorry. I did not intend on hurting you.
-… I know, Ratch. - You shoulders easing down just as his frame relaxes a bit too. - Just let's grab something? A snack together?
-Yes, sure. - He gently picked you up to position on his shoulder. - Though non of those dry salty poisons, we will warm you a warm cut of this soup you left in the refrigerator. I don't have time for your human stomachaches.
#writing challenge#badger's writing#transformers x reader#transformers imagine#comfy vember 2024#comfy-vember 2024#ratchet x reader#nom nom november#maccadam
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I'm late, but let's DO THIS!!!
WRITE NOVEMBER!
Because nanowrimo decided to allow AI bullshit this year, we’re saying fuck ‘em, and doing our own november writing prompts!
November is still national (novel) writing month, but we say NO AI IN ART OR WRITING!! Join us saying No to ai in writing with No-AI-November, and do WRITE NOVEMBER this year, instead!
HOW IT WORKS: You can write as you normally would, set word count goals, work on your novel, your fanfics, or just writing scenes you want to write throughout November. You can optionally choose from the list of weekly themes, or daily prompts as you’d like, for inspiration.
REBLOG THIS POST, & USE THE TAGS: ‘write November’ ‘novel November’ or ‘no-ai-November’ as well as any other writing tags you feel appropriate.
Feel free to use either of the images above, when posting writing. Use this post or make your own to post your writing goals, and any work you want to share!
Let’s Write! ✍🏼 💻
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Smart ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 17, oct.
(late post)
— pairing: Cat Adams x female!reader
— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)
— kink: gun play + dubcon
— summary: Cat Adams manages to escape from the restaurant and kidnaps you as a way of emotionally torturing the other members of the BAU, especially Spencer Reid.
— word count: 2.2k
— tags/warnings: kinktober 17th day, BAU agent!reader, dark!Cat, gun play, dubcon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, kidnapping, degradation, rape/non-con elements, non-consensual bondage, non-consensual drug use, dry humping, dry orgasm, dacryphilia, crying, sadism, curse words, ambiguous/open ending, implied reader death, Spencer Reid mentioned, Maeve Donovan mentioned, minor Spencer Reid x reader, past Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan, dom!Cat, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917
— crossposting: AO3
"I guess I overestimated you, princess..." Cat purred in your ear, her velvety and husky voice tickling the back of your neck as you tried to move away from those red lips. Away from the handcuffs and ropes that kept you trapped on that bed improvised in some abandoned and hidden basement. "To be honest, I expected more when I chose you."
"Let me out. Right now, Cat Adams!" You screamed with all your fury, as if hoping that the echoes could attract the attention of someone passing by, even though your recent entry into the BAU was enough for you to know that no Unsub would be so stupid as to hide somewhere within easy reach. No Unsub would do something stupid like that, much less the smart and manipulative Cat Adams, her cruel smirk pulled from ear to ear when she watched you squirming, trying to free yourself from all the bonds that held you there. So vulnerable and at her mercy.
Your half-naked body arched upwards as you remained with the insistent exasperation, before shouting angrily again, stopping moving when you realized that every movement worsened the discomfort in your skin. You had trained for so long to become a BAU agent, you had trained so much to be prepared for possible kidnappings... And yet no theory or practical test did justice to the true panic of being half-naked in front of your kidnapper, a dangerous killer.
"Why I'm almost naked, Cat? Are you also a rapist now?" The questions came before you could rethink whether they could put you at more risk than you already were. Annoying Cat was not a smart strategy and you knew it.
"I'm not a rapist. And I haven't touched you without your consent while you've been unconscious for the past two days."
Cat's words left a bitter taste inside your mouth. Two days? You were unconscious for two whole days and did not even realize it? What the hell... That did not make any sense. You remembered chasing Cat and suddenly feeling something being jabbed into your neck, but then you could not remember anything else. It was like something or someone had put you in a deep sleep like a fucking Disney princess.
"You drugged me?"
A laugh came from her thick lips, colored by burgundy red lipstick. "That's my good girl. See? It wasn't so hard." She said, running her hand over your face and making you squirm, while you thought of something to curse her with, but could not get past stupid stutters. "It's nothing too intense, I promise. It won't give you an overdose."
You looked at her in disbelief. No matter the amount of dose, she had drugged you and kept you there for two fucking days as if you were the perfect fucking victim for her. A little dog, tied there and receiving a pat on the face, content with so little that it was depressing. "You really drugged me? B-but... Why? You could have just killed me or-"
Cat interrupted you with an obvious answer. "Okay, but where would all the fun be if I did that? If I didn't emotionally torture the BAU team with your kidnapping and make you suffer during the process?" Thinking from the perspective of a crazy psychopath, it was a valid point, but you could not help but keep your eyes wide, the words feeling like daggers in your chest, your confused mind still trying to assimilate the situation. "When I changed the plan to focus on you instead of Doctor Reid, I thought you were more... Smart."
The look on your face as she ran her hand across your neck made her laugh once again. Cat could feel how her breathing quickened, your chest moving up and down, your breasts pressed against your white bra. She saw how dilated your pupils were, despite the mental fatigue and sedative effects of the drugs. "But I still think you can be of great use. From what I gather, Reid's quite shaken due your kidnapping."
You frowned at what she was saying. You did not want to worry Spencer. You did not want to worry your friends. And you knew that was exactly what Cat Adams was causing. Using your ties to your co-workers to probably bargain for her own freedom. Or almost so.
"And what's your plan? Keep me trapped here forever? No one's going to give you what you want, Cat. No matter how hard you try to bargain with my team. You know the law doesn't work like that." You mumbled tiredly, but looking at her with contempt. Cat's sarcastic gaze disappeared for a few seconds, while she took a deep breath, now looking at you with a certain anger.
It was scary to say the least. You took one more look at her. She was still sitting on the free part of the bed, her big eyes analyzing you from top to bottom, just like you were doing too. Even though Cat was wearing a black dress that highlighted her perfect curves, your attention shifted the moment she bent her body to get something from under the bed, close to her.
"You're right... I can't play house with you forever." She scoffed, voice hoarser than before.
Your chains rattled as Cat stood up. If it were not for that disturbing situation, you might have gotten aroused by the sight of her ass in the tight fabric, but you could not think about anything else, you could not do anything other than struggle as you watched Cat place a camera resting on top of the chair that she had used to sit on most of the time she watched you during your sleep over the last few days. "Why are you gonna start recording?"
"Are you scared of me?" Cat said, finally turning to you, the smirk returning when she picked up the gun that was resting on the floor. Stupid fucking question, you thought. But you did not find yourself able to say anything for now. Anything you tried to say would come out more like whimpers or pathetic stutters. You would not be able to utter any decent sentences and looking even more stupid in front of Cat Adams was out of the question. "Don't be so fragile, princess. Where's all your smart ass that I witnessed after I managed to trick the BAU and escape from that restaurant? Where's all that angry screaming when you finally woke up?"
Cat continued, not waiting for an answer. "You look pathetic like this. I don't usually kill women, but you're annoying me... If I had known about that, I would have kidnapped your pretty boyfriend instead of you."
Your eyebrows furrowed, both at the insults and her obvious interest about Spencer. "He's not... He's not my boyfriend." You argued, deciding to add when you noticed Cat's curious face. "Not officially, at least."
Her giggle echoed through the basement. "Good to know. He'll like knowing you specified me that..." She pointed at the camera that was recording the two of you, the angle perfectly catching your vulnerable form tied to the bed. The realization of this made you try to bend your legs to avoid further embarrassment. It was ridiculous that you were shy for the members to see your underwear. You would probably already be dead by the time they could see that recording, it was not like a dead person's dignity was taken into consideration. "He loves you?"
Her question caught you off guard. It was random and invasive. Just no more invasive than the way she sat down next to you on the mattress again, her long fingers playing with the skin of your thigh and the other hand occupied with a gun, sliding it around your waist and giving you goosebumps.
You did not know what to answer. Yes? No? Maybe? Sometimes you thought so, when he was venting to you, letting you stroke his hair after cases, when he brought you coffee to your desk or fucking you hidden in the office...
However, sometimes you also thought not. When he still talked about Maeve all the time, when he distanced himself after a nightmare, when he refused to name how he felt about you...
Spencer was complex as hell. And that was exactly why Cat's question had destroyed you. If she asked you about your feelings for him, you could tell her that you had fallen in love with him at first sight, ever since you joined the BAU team a few months ago. But Cat definitely already knew that too.
"I... I think so. At least I choose to think so." You muttered after a while, finding the strength not to sound as pathetic as you feared.
Cat's gun moved down a little further, finding the front of the fabric of your panties. You did not move at first, trying to ignore the sudden urge to rub yourself against the cold barrel. Your clit was so sore, so...
"So needy." Cat scoffed as she watched how you bit your lip and closed your eyes to deal with the whole situation. "He hasn't fucked you in a few weeks."
You hated how right she was even when she was having fun at your expense, at the expense of your suffering. The answer was right in front of her... the way your thighs shook, your mind wandering between anger and self-loathing, your eyes squeezed shut in a weak attempt to distract yourself and not show her how affected you already were. Cat did not need to ask if she was right. She knew she was. And that was the worst part.
Even if you did not want to admit it, your body was needy. Ever since you and Spencer got into an argument before he went to the restaurant undercover as a potential customer and to try capture Cat Adams. It was supposed to be the perfect plan, but Spencer was so deep in thought about you and your stupid argument that he could not focus on the case. He could not focus on the Unsub in front of him. Cat had messed with his mind as well as yours. She had already found out enough about the BAU to know that there was something going on between you and the other agent. Knowing that Spencer would move mountains to try to find you, even if it was too late.
He could not lose you like he had lost Maeve. He could not go through all this again. He would not take it. Not after being so cruel with you.
"Why did you guys fight?" Cat increased the pressure of the barrel against your clit, making your back adjust upwards with an almost desperate cry when she suddenly changed the circular movements to movements from top to bottom, the chosen rhythm being a little more intense than the previous one.
You could lie. Make up any excuse, any fake outburst to avoid letting her know so much about you or your situationship with Spencer. But what would be the point? You were already having your first and last dance with the Devil. If you were going to die at the hands of Cat Adams, what mattered least was whether or not she would know your vulnerabilities. Nothing mattered anymore, she was going to kill you anyway, even if you confessed or not.
"Maeve." The name of Spencer's ex-girlfriend caused an instant chuckle from Cat. It was obvious. It was obvious that she would find this funny. She remembered Spencer telling her about the woman's murder. "He... He said he wished-" You cut yourself off as Cat slid the fabric of your panties down, the cold air of the room hitting your core before she went back to stroking the swollen bud, another giggle echoing between the walls when she heard the moan coming from your lips after she lowered the gun to your hole, not enough to fuck you completely. She was just teasing your wet pussy.
"What did he say he wished?" The question came in a mocking tone, her mouth moving down to your neck, leaving you with purple hickey marks and the red stains caused by her lipstick.
"Spencer said he wished he could trade my life for Maeve's. He would rather I die if it meant Maeve could come back."
Cat was silent for a while, despite raising the object until it was on top of your clit again, rubbing the gun against your pussy as new thoughts invaded her mind. Your moans became louder and more desperate, your back writhing and your legs shaking when you moaned in the most tearful, needy way she had heard in her entire life. No one had ever sounded like this before, so hungry for any touch that could distract you from the reality of what was happening. That you were kidnapped by Cat Adams and might not have long to live.
While your body contorted with Cat's kisses moving up from your neck to your jaw, you finally turned your face to look into her eyes, seeing her pupils dilated, her gaze now cold. Not with you, you could feel it. She did not seem that much crueler than before, at least not directly towards you. As if a switch had turned in her mind for some reason. "He'll regret his words, princess. Don't worry." Her free hand caressed your cheeks and an almost soft smile appeared. "I promise I'll make sure your death haunts Spencer until the end of his days."
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So I've invented a fun game where you shuffle a playlist of Epic the Musical and try to create a coherent story out of the resulting sequence of songs.
This has the potential to lead to some very funny outcomes (Mutiny followed by Wouldn't You Like) or some shockingly emotional ones (Luck Runs Out followed by Monster). I managed to get an absolutely adorable story about Odysseus taking Cassandra of Troy along with him on his journey and the two of them forming a friendship.
If you want to try, I wrote up a little instruction list.
Rules:
-You must always start with The Horse and the Infant.
-Any character who doesn't explicitly die (That is to say, most named characters) and also appears alive in a later song in the playlist may be considered as alive, so long as you provide a justification. Similarly, you can also kill a character whenever you deem it logical to assume they might have died, regardless of whether they appear later in the playlist, because-
-New characters may be invented or inserted to fill the roles of other characters as needed or desired. Similarly, any interceding events between songs may be invented as you please.
-(Technically optional, but potentially very funny) Odysseus does not get to leave the Trojan mainland until you reach a song which explicitly does not take place there (IE, the sea in Storm, the island of the sun god in Mutiny, Ogygia in Love in Paradise)
-You may move TWO songs around to assist in narrative cohesion.
-For maximum comedy, shuffle the playlist and then listen to it blind.
I'd love to see the playlists you all generate or the stories you create! Have fun!
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Calling all history nerds, period piece connoisseurs, and fans of time-travel plots! Decades December is coming up here at The Prompt Foundry!
This list is being posted a little earlier than usual because historical work can take some time. The list has some reference points for you to jump off from. Show off your special interest in a particular era or event, or start a wiki walk from the the Wikipedia page for each decade to learn something new!
Have fun exploring resources like @thetimelinesofslang, the Fashion History Timelines from NYSU's Fashion Institute of Technology, or the fashion plates and historical photos from blogs like @omgthatdress or @historical-fashion-polls!
If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!
Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, your own experiences, whatever tickles your fancy.
Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!
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1) 0010s Xin dynasty in China, Caesar Augustus in Rome
2) 1900s Edwardian era, Russo-Japanese War, release of the first feature film The Great Train Robbery
3) 300s Teotihuacan flourishing in present-day Mexico, writing of the Kama Sutra
4) 1910s World War 1, the Russian Revolution
5) 1440s Late Middle Ages/Early Renaissance in Europe, the hangul writing system is introduced in Korea
6) 1920s Prohibition in the US, rise of fascism in Europe, earliest sync-sound movies
7) 0070s Roman Epire, destruction of the Second Temple in Jerusalem, eruption of Mt. Vesuvius and destruction of Pompeii
8) 1930s The Great Depression, the Declaration of the Independence of India, art deco, color film
9) 1090s The First Crusade, the Liao, Xia, and Song dynasties in various parts of China
10) 1810s The Napoleonic Wars, the Regency era in England
11) 1940s World War 2, post-war rebuilding
12) 1000s BC The Iron Age, King David of the Israelites, development of the Phoenician alphabet
13) 1950s Baby Boom, Red Scare, the Korean War, rock'n'roll, zippers and television both become commonplace
14) 1340s The Black Death in Europe, decline of the Mongol Empire
15) 1590s Late Elizabethan Era in Europe, William Shakespeare, Imjin War between Japan and Korea
16) 1960s Moon landing, hippies, mod fashion, Chinese Cultural Revolution, Stonewall, Star Trek, the Civil Rights movement
17) 1770s The American Revolution, founding of the real Illuminati
18) 1860s American Civil War era, late Edo period in Japan
19) 1970s The Sexual Revolution, disco, the first video games, end of the Vietnam War
20) 2200s Whatever the future holds!
21) 1980s End of the Cold War and fall of the Berlin Wall, beginnings of the World Wide Web, the First Intifada in Gaza
22) 1660s Part of the Golden Age of Piracy, the English Restoration
23) 1990s Internet access becomes widespread, grunge, the Gulf War, the Troubles in Ireland, height of the AIDS crisis, Princess Dianna, first Pokemon games
24) 1230s University of Cambridge founded in England, beginnings of the Mali Empire in Africa, rein of Emperor Shijo in Japan
25) 2000s The “War On Terror”, rise of Big Tech, Y2K fashion, emo culture, cell phones become commonplace
26) 1880s Gilded Age, the first skyscrapers, electrification of cities, first household electrical appliances like fans and irons
27) 1640s Qing dynasty begins in China, the First English Civil War
28) 2010s Hipster culture, height of video streaming, YA lit boom
29) 500s Liang and Northern Wei dynasties in China, Heptarchy period in England, height of prosperity of the Mayan Empire
30) 2020s Present day!
31) 3130s Whatever the future holds!
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Day 30: forever?
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TW: Mentions of schizophrenia. This would also qualify as hurt/comfort or flangst, but I wanted to write it anyway.
Spencer stared at the ceiling of his room in silence, lost in thoughts that seemed to tangle without remedy. He had been feeling this pressure in his chest for weeks, a fear he couldn't shake off, as if a shadow was relentlessly pursuing him. He knew it wasn't just stress, although that would have been the simplest explanation. This was something much deeper, darker.
His mind, always his greatest strength, now seemed like a source of fear, an invisible enemy haunting him with doubts and insecurities. The possibility of beginning to show signs of schizophrenia, like his mother, terrified him.
He picked up his phone, hesitating over whether he should call someone; whether he should call you. Your number had been there, patient, waiting for him to reach out, to ask for medical advice, a consultation… maybe even just to hear your voice.
He was so scared that he felt his hand trembling as he pressed the call button.
“Spencer?” you asked as soon as you answered. The warmth of your voice on the other end calmed him a bit.
“Hi, how are you?”
“Good, darling. A bit busy because I'm covering a shift in the ER and… ugh, everything is hectic.”
“Oh, then I'll let you go. I can call you later.”
“NO! It’s fine, it’s fine. My relief will be here in ten minutes; I can afford a moment of peace before that,” you murmured, sounding a bit tired. You fell silent for a moment. He said nothing. “Are you okay?”
He swallowed hard, noticing how the tension in his throat made it difficult to speak.
“I know you’re busy and I…” his breathing started to become erratic, despite his wishes. “I’m so sorry, but could you come? I just… I could really use someone to talk to.”
Hearing the tone of his voice, you agreed without hesitation, and an hour later, you were sitting on his couch, surrounded by the silence of his apartment. When you arrived, he didn’t say anything; just seeing his face and how he rubbed his eyes made you realize he was distressed.
Spencer didn’t even know how to begin. How could he explain the terror the idea of losing his mind caused him, of slowly crumbling without being able to do anything?
You didn’t pressure him. You just waited, giving him the time he needed, despite how exhausted you were from being awake for 20 hours. Finally, he took a deep breath and started to speak quietly:
“I’ve been… feeling strange. I’ve had horrible migraines and I thought that was nothing to worry about, but… lately I’ve been hearing things. Voices, whispers. And I see shadows where there shouldn’t be anything.”
His confession filled the room, dense as fog, and for a moment, he feared that you might feel uncomfortable, scared, as if sharing his fear made it more real. You had patients all the time, perhaps in worse conditions than he was, but all those ailments were physical; blood, fluids, skin… you didn’t deal with mental illnesses. Would you be afraid of him?
However, when he looked up, he noticed that you were simply looking at him with concern and tenderness. Despite the dark circles under your eyes, you regarded him with such kindness that he felt unworthy of it.
“How long have you been feeling this way?” you asked softly.
“For a few days… maybe a week,” Spencer sighed, feeling more vulnerable than ever. “My mother… you know what she…” he paused, unable to continue. He didn’t want to say it out loud, didn’t want to invoke the fear that gnawed at him inside. The possibility of also losing himself, like her, was an idea that paralyzed him.
You didn’t respond right away. Instead, you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his. The warmth of your skin anchored him, a reminder that he wasn’t alone, that there was still something real and solid in his life. He remembered the last time he had felt that certainty, many years ago, when they were just kids.
The memory took him back to that day in the park. You were just two children sitting on a bench, the sky clear and the sun shining down on you. Spencer had been strangely quiet, lost in thoughts that seemed too big for his age. His mother had just gone through a very strong episode, and although he didn’t fully understand what it meant, he could feel the fear in his chest, a fear that seemed to settle in his bones. You had noticed his worry, and he, not knowing how to express it, ended up confessing his fears and doubts to you.
“What if something bad happens to my mom?” he had said softly, his gaze fixed on the ground. You had looked at him with that seriousness that only children can have, and without saying anything, you extended your pinky toward him.
“I’ll always take care of you, Spencer,” you told him as if making a sacred promise. He had entwined his pinky with yours, seeking that security that only you could give him.
“Forever?” he asked, unsure if you could keep such a big promise.
You nodded without hesitation.
“Forever.”
Returning to that memory brought him a little peace, a reminder that someone was willing to hold him, to be his refuge. Now, years later, you were by his side once more, fulfilling that promise you seemed to have made a lifetime ago.
Suddenly, he found himself in the present, gently squeezing your hand. The tears had already begun to slide down his cheeks, and he felt so lost… so vulnerable.
Of course, you weren’t going to demand medical details from him at that moment; you were exhausted from attending to patients and knew that what he needed now wasn’t an evaluation, but simply the company of a friend.
“I don’t want to end up like her,” he whispered, not looking at you, his voice broken.
“Spencer,” you replied firmly, taking his chin between your fingers and looking him directly in the eyes, “You don’t have to face this alone. I’ll help you with whatever you need.”
The certainty in your voice was so solid that he felt a part of his anxiety begin to dissolve. But still, the insecurity persisted, a shadow he couldn’t ignore.
He hesitated for a moment before whispering, barely audible:
“Forever?”
You didn’t remember that childhood promise made so many years ago, but at his question, you looked at him with a soft smile and squeezed his hand again.
“Forever,” you affirmed, without wavering.
Spencer felt his shoulders relax at hearing you. That simple word, laden with an unbreakable promise and loyalty, was all he needed at that moment. There were no medical exams, studies, or therapies that could compare to the peace he felt hearing you reaffirm that you would never leave him. Since childhood, he had treasured in his memory the recollection of your pinky intertwined with his when his whole world seemed about to fall apart; now he felt the same, and you were still there.
He allowed himself to release a trembling sigh, and without saying another word, you wrapped your arms around him, drawing him into a warm, firm embrace.
Spencer felt himself crumble at the contact, finally letting go of all those repressed emotions. He held onto you with a mix of desperation and relief, hiding his face in your neck, seeking in your closeness the comfort he had longed for in silence.
The tears flowed freely now, and he stopped fighting against them. It was strange; he used to be the most reserved person, the most contained, but with you, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, human. He knew you could bear his pain without judging him, without being scared. He entrusted you with his deepest fear, and you didn’t leave him alone in the middle of the storm.
You both stayed like that, embraced in silence for long minutes. He felt the weight of his anxiety and fear of illness beginning to give way little by little. The sensation of being held, of being accepted with all his flaws and fears, made him feel less fragmented, less scared.
Eventually, exhaustion began to take its toll on you. After so many hours of work and the emotional effort of comforting Spencer, your body gave in, and you let yourself fall gently against him. Unbeknownst to you, you started to drift off to sleep, and he noticed as your breathing slowed and your weight relaxed in his arms.
Realizing you had succumbed to fatigue, he smiled, touched and grateful to have you by his side. The anguish he had felt all night faded a bit more as he settled in, carefully holding you, protecting you just as you had done with him moments before.
And so, with you asleep in his arms, he felt the darkness that had been looming over him retreat a little; just a little. In that moment, everything seemed more hopeful, less fearsome. He closed his eyes, and for the first time in weeks, felt that maybe he could face his fears. Because, after all, he had someone who would fulfill that promise of being with him forever.
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