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adreamingskin · 1 month

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Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – MARCH 2024

Spring is here and with it (finally) over 150 poetry competitions, writing submissions and opportunities open or with deadlines in March 2024.For the first half of this month I was in autistic shutdown due to a very difficult personal situation that is coming to a head this week after 16 years. I am hopeful that this release will remove significant stress from my life and allow me to give time,…

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ketallpot · 2 years

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Day Five - Wishing

When she opened the door, she wished it was her. It was foolish. She knew that. It was just delivery, the personal pizza she ordered earlier.

Yvette wasn’t coming back.

She paid and tip them, then shut the door. She leaned against it for a moment, closing her eyes and wishing. Not for anything in particular. Or maybe something very particular.

But Yvette wasn’t coming back.

She walked to the kitchen, placing the pizza on the counter while she got a plate. She wished she thought of getting the paper plates at the supermarket yesterday.

She wished Yvette came back.

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mystra-midnight · 8 months

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Haunted Hoedown - DAY ONE

summary: it was like white-hot lightning engulfed your body, setting your world on fire. lights of red and yellow flashed behind your eyes like a disco dance from hell. eddie didn't try to keep you quiet this time.

warnings: teenage!eddie x housewife!reader. unprotected sex. tiny hint of praise kink. hints of dacryphilia. overstimunation. squirting. age gap (eddie’s is 18, readers is 34). cheating (i don't condone this outside the world of fiction). readers husband and kids have names but reader doesn't; no use of y/n. reader has some body insecurities (but is a total milf in my head tbh).

words: 5.3k

notes: day one of the haunted hoedown challenge being hosted by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. i'm usually terrible at writing for challenges but i've had so much muse for eddie munson that this literally jumped off the pages. i might had missed the mark with the au setting tbh.

prompt: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

You woke slowly, sleep heavy in your head, as the twittering of morning birds roused you when you wished it hadn't. The world was still dark, the cresting sunlight hardly peaking over the horizon to illuminate it. On your bedside table, your alarm clock flashed, the hard red numbers burning your eyes.

6:30. Blink. 6:30. Blink. 6:31.

Groaning, you reached up to rub your tired eyes, disturbing the crusties that had formed overnight as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. Your bare feet touch the cold tiles, drawing a shiver down the length of your spine.

It was another mundane Monday: wake up, wake your teenage son, wake the twins, make everyone breakfast, get the twins dressed, drive everyone to school, do the weekly shopping, come home, and clean the house before cooking dinner.

You'd had the same routine every week, every Monday, like clockwork, for the past fifteen years. It wasn't that you regretted marrying your husband or having children. You loved them all, but life had felt boring lately—plain and boring.

You lived a comfortable life. Not above your means or in the lap of luxury, but comfortably. You weren't a nineteen-year-old wild child anymore. You were thirty-four, a mature mother. And this morning, it sucked.

Peter touched you for the first time in weeks last night, and it wasn't with a young lover's rage. He'd laid between your legs for an hour until an orgasm punched the air from your lungs, huffing and complaining the entire time, making your climax take longer than it should have. He'd made it seem almost like a chore, and you hadn't said anything; you'd rolled over and gone to sleep, like you had every other time.

And try as you might to understand him, it still hurt. It had been years since he'd surprised you with flowers just because he wanted to. He didn't initiate sex like he used to; there were no spontaneous romps in the kitchen while the kids were out and no skinny-dipping in the pool at midnight.

You knew you'd put on some weight after the birth of the twins. It was harder to lose this time around, and even though he still said you were beautiful and kissed all the parts of your body that you hated, it didn't feel the same anymore. He didn't look at you with wild desire anymore.

You tried to shove your hurt down deep; time changed things; it changed him and you. At least that was what you told yourself while you brushed your teeth, staring at the crows' feet that cinched the edges of your eyes. And you told yourself again as you woke your teenage son, who was in the stage of life where he thought he was ten-foot-tall and bulletproof; he’d inherited your sense of sarcasm, as your husband often reminded you.

And you told yourself a third time while you fried sausage links and scrambled eggs. And finally, you told yourself this for the last time when your husband rushed into the kitchen, panicking because he'd overslept and would be late for work again. He'd barely stopped to acknowledge the breakfast spread on the table. He shoved a triangle of toast into his mouth and then was out the front door without so much as a goodbye.

The next few hours blurred together as you finished getting the twins ready for kindergarten while your teenage son protested having to go to school at all, claiming it was stupid, pointless, and useless. Somehow, by some miracle or divine intervention, you managed to get them all ready and to school on time. But that brought you to your current predicament.

There, sitting on the kitchen counter, was the lunch you'd so lovingly packed for your son. You felt your blood boiling with annoyance, your brain skipping between letting him go hungry or taking it to him. But no matter how mad you were, you couldn't let him starve.

So you drove back to the school, fifteen minutes away, for the second time. A little bell rang as you shoved the door open, which drew Lotti's attention from where she sat behind the front desk. She smiled as you approached.

"Let me guess, Corey forgot his lunch again?"

Her lips were tipped into a kind smile, one that mirrored your own tired expression. You hummed with dry amusement before placing the brown paper bag on the counter. "Walked right past it. I swear sometimes he does it on purpose."

"Sounds about right. Teenagers right?"

"You’re telling me. Can you make sure it gets to him before lunch?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, Lotti," you said with a smile before stepping away from the counter. You had every intention of leaving and going to do the weekly shopping, but you stopped when you saw Eddie Munson sitting on one of the waiting room chairs. He was sitting with his head in his hands, hiding his face, but you could see he was pale and clammy.

Most people wouldn't have given him the time of day, but you liked Eddie. He was friends with your son and was always polite and helpful when he spent the night. He would wash up the dishes and play with the twins to give you a much-needed break.

Eddie was a good kid.

He wasn't trailer trash, as some people had taken to calling him. It always infuriated you when you heard them say such vile things about Eddie and his uncle. People were quick to throw stones, but none of them ever took the time to get to know the people they judged.

You gently placed a hand on his shoulder but still startled the poor boy. Eddie jerked back in his seat and stared up at you with big brown eyes, his raised eyebrows hidden behind his wild curls, and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Your heart broke all over again.

"Eddie, baby, what’s going on? Are you alright?"

"I don’t feel well," he answered, his tone dejected with a hint of misery. You lowered yourself into the seat at his side, sliding your hand up and down his back in a comforting way.

"Is Wayne on his way to take you home?"

"No, ma’am."

You internally flinched. Wayne had brought him up to be respectful to his elders and especially to women, and he was, despite his metalheaded persona. But when he called you ma'am you always felt like a frumpy old woman.

"He’s working a double today. He won’t be able to pick me up until after one."

You checked your wristwatch for the time. It was hardly nine in the morning. Eddie would be waiting here for hours, feeling sick, miserable, and uncomfortable. You patted his knee and gave him a soft smile.

"I’ll be right back." You stood and moved back to the counter, smiling as Lotti looked up at your approach.

"Lotti, can you call Wayne for me?"

The beauty of small towns meant that she already knew what thoughts were going through your mind. She dialled the number for the auto shop Wayne worked at and handed you the phone. You listened to the dial tone ring and ring before the line finally picked up.

"Hi Wayne, it’s me."

You worried for a minute that he wouldn’t recognise your voice. You and Wayne went to school together a literal lifetime ago. For a while, you’d been sweet on him, but nothing had come from that schoolyard crush.

"Hey, love, what do you need?"

"Well, I’m at the school. Corey forgot his lunch again, and Eddie’s here in the waiting room. He’s not well, and I was thinking that since you're not able to pick him up, would it be alright if I brought him home? Just for a few hours until he feels better. He can rest in the spare room."

You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain everything in such detail. It wasn’t like you were about to kidnap his eighteen-year-old nephew and drive to Mexico. And given how small Hawkins was, it wasn’t like you could make it that far. You muffle your amused laughter at the thought when you notice Lotti giving you a strange look.

"You can drop him off at the trailer, love. He’ll be alright alone for a few hours."

You looked over at Eddie, hunched over again, hiding his face in his hands, and you knew that that option wasn’t on the table. You’re shook your head a few times before you remembered that Wayne couldn’t see you. "No, no, it’s okay. I wouldn’t feel right leaving him alone when he’s like this. It'll only be a few hours, and then I’ll drop him home when you finish work, okay?"

"Alright, thanks for this."

"It’s what friends are for, Wayne."

Handing Lotti back the phone, you bid her goodbye a second time before going back to Eddie. You place a hand on his shoulder again. He's prepared this time and isn't surprised to find you staring down at him with kind eyes. "Come on, Eddie. I’m going to take you home with me. We’ll get you some water and medicine, and you can rest until your uncle finishes work."

For a minute, it seemed like he's going to protest before he gives in, likely too tired to refuse your kindness. He follows you to the car in silence and doesn't speak for the entire fifteen-minute drive. You glanced at him now and then to make sure he's okay, only to find him asleep with his cheek smushed against the glass.

He's not happy when you gently shake him awake, but he mumbles a thank-you despite himself. Eddie lets you help him inside the house and into the bed in the spare room, which he could have found himself.

Once he was settled beneath the blankets, his dark curls contrasting with the plush white pillows, you went ahead and got him a glass of water and medicine to help him feel better. He was already asleep when you got back, so you left them on the nightstand before going about the rest of your day.

You'd decided that the weekly shopping could wait until tomorrow, which prompted a silly laugh from you while you washed the dishes from breakfast. It was so scandalous that your Monday weekly shop would be done on a Tuesday. That was about the most exciting thing that had happened since the birth of the twins.

The day became a blur as you moved about the house on autopilot. You picked up toys from the floor and put them into the matching trunks at the end of the twins beds, no doubt mixing up which ones belonged to Alice and which ones belonged to Anna. Then you cleaned Corey's room. You groaned when you opened the door only to find a mountain of spoons, bowls, and cups scattered around his computer desk.

You swore if there was an apocalypse and spoons became the world's currency, he’d never go hungry. You washed them next, then put on a load of laundry to wash while you hung out the load you'd put on earlier in the morning.

By the time midday rolled around, you felt like you were actually accomplishing something, which was a strange feeling. Normally, by this time, you'd feel overwhelmed, underappreciated, and drained all at the same time.

Maybe you felt that way because Eddie was still asleep in the guest room. You'd be mortified if he woke up to find your house in such a sorry state. But you didn't need to worry about that now.

You made yourself something to eat—a simple bologna sandwich—and made one for Eddie as well. He'd been in the room for a few hours now, and you imagined he would wake hungry, especially if he hadn't eaten breakfast again. The few times he’d spent the night here during the school week, he’d woof down the pancakes you made as though he were starving.

Wayne worked hard to provide for him, but you could see it was a struggle. You didn’t mind having Eddie over, feeding him, or even donating clothes when his own were beyond repair. Wayne always promised to pay you back, but you both knew that wouldn’t happen. You’d maybe let him work on your car as a favour, but you could never accept money from him.

With a plate in hand, you knocked on the door. Hearing Eddie's soft groans from the other side, you pushed it open, assuming he was awake. The sight that greeted you was not what you were expecting. He was lying on top of the sheets with his dark denim jeans and boxers shoved down his thighs, cock in his hand as he fisted it.

The sight of his heels digging into the mattress and his hips rising to thrust the length of him into his hand made your brain short-circuit, leaving you wide-eyed and open-mouthed. It was only the sound of the plate clattering against the tiles that drew his attention.

"Oh shit, shit!" Eddie shouted as he yanked a pillow to cover himself. You had already turned away, the door slamming shut behind you as you quickly left the room. You pressed your back against the door and covered your mouth with your hand to stifle the sound of your heavy breathing.

You weren't meant to see that.

You definitely weren't meant to see that.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to calm your racing heart, but it didn't help. Images of him flashed through your mind: the bulge of the veins in his forearm as he tugged relentlessly on his cock, how his lips were parted in breathless gasps, and how your name had sounded like Molton Lava falling from his tongue, hot and heavy.

There had been a bead of pre-cum that you'd seen before his thumb moved over it, spreading it along his shaft like lubricant. His chest had risen and fallen with quick breaths as he worked himself into a frenzy, hurtling towards orgasm like a train with its brakes cut.

Had he been thinking about you? Was that why he'd been moaning your name?

Your face felt like it was burning when he knocked on the door, making you almost jump out of your skin. You held the handle tightly to stop him from opening it; you weren't sure you could look him in the eye right now, but he didn't try.

"I’m sorry," he said softly. He sounded sheepish and sincere. "I didn’t mean for you to see that. It’s just... that you're so fucking hot."

You heard him pause and could swear you heard the gears in his mind turning as he tried to articulate his thoughts. It made you feel better to imagine that he was red in the face, blushing with embarrassment more than the impending orgasm he'd been working himself towards.

"Eddie," your own voice was soft and shaking, as were your hands. It wasn't that Eddie wasn't attractive—hell, if you'd been about ten years younger, you'd be riding him just like you'd ridden his uncle in high school. But you were old enough to be his mother, for crying out loud!

"I can leave if you want."

"No! It's not that." You answered quickly—too quickly—with your thoughts moving too fast for you to make sense of them. It had been years since you'd been this flustered. Peter hadn't made you blush in a long, long time. He didn't touch himself while thinking about you.

He didn't love you anymore; your mind graciously and ruthlessly provided.

"What do you want?" Eddie asked in an impossibly soft voice.

"Jesus, Eddie, I don't know!" You shouted through the door. You felt exasperated, confused, and aroused. "I'm old enough to be your mother. And I'm married!"

He had the good grace to be silent, and while you appreciated the moment with your own thoughts, you found them betraying you. You couldn't stop yourself from imagining Eddie, not your husband. His hands on your body, his lips smashed against yours, his breath on your neck, his fingers gripping the flesh of your hips so tight while his cock split you open.

You mentally admonished yourself.

We're horny teenagers with mummy issues your type now?

No, it wasn't that.

It was Eddie; he was your type.

Brooding, filled with emotional rage, the personification of a rebel yell. With his dimpled smile, wild curls, studded belts, and rings for days, he was every high school girl's wet dream.

"I'll be your dirty little secret if that's what you're into."

You shouldn't want to open the door. You shouldn’t be excited and dripping wet from having caught him masturbating. You shouldn't want him.

But when Eddie said that, it's the nail in the coffin that sealed your fate.

You stared at him after opening the door. A part of you was expecting to see him wearing a malicious smirk or his typical joking smile, the one that's lopsided and goofy. But that same part of you is ecstatic that he was entirely serious and that he's still hard.

The outline of his cock was prominent against his jeans, straining against the zipper as your eyes roved down his body and up, taking in every inch of him. It must have been the look in your eyes that encouraged him because the next second Eddie kissed you, all teeth, tongue, and male arousal.

He was rough as he grabbed your upper arms, pulling you against his chest and into the room. The bedroom door slammed shut with an awful bang seconds before he’d all but thrown you onto the bed.

You shouldn't have enjoyed being manhandled. You shouldn't want him, but you do.

His kisses were hot. It was like lava pouring into your mouth and free-flowing through your veins until it felt like you were burning alive, your skin aflame wherever he touched. His hands were rough but gentle at the same time, leaving you with emotional whiplash. Eddie grabbed you with urgency, as though you were all that kept him from being engulfed in this wild fantasy.

And as he stripped you, methodically removing each article of clothing until you were naked beneath him, he took the time to appreciate every inch of your body. He didn't seem to notice the way you tried to hide yourself—hands covering the stretch marks and skin left behind after pregnancy, your thighs rubbing together to hide the obvious sheen of arousal. You grab his face between your hands and pull him in for another fiery kiss to stop his eyes from wandering.

The pads of his fingers were calloused from summers of hard work with his uncle in the shop and hours of guitar playing, creating a rough drag against your skin. He fondles your tits, palming them, rolling your nipples between his finger and thumb until they pebble, until you whine against his lips; the sound he pulls from your throat is positively whoreish.

By the time he dragged his hands down your stomach, you were soaked, the slick of your arousal dripping down your backside to dampen the mattress. Eddie mouthed your neck, leaving broad, wet stripes over your racing pulse with his tongue. "You're so fucking hot," he groaned while pulling your thighs apart. You want to be embarrassed, but when his lips close around one of your nipples, embarrassment flies out the window.

You should have felt guilty. Your chest should have been tight and your heart heavy. Instead, all you could feel was the delicious slide of his tongue over and around your nipple and the way his teeth burrowed so faintly into your sensitive flesh.

He paid the same attention to the opposite one, sucking, swirling, and biting until both were hardened peaks that crowned your breasts. When he lifted his mouth, your skin glistened with his saliva, a line of it connecting his lips to your nipple before it settled into place on your stomach. And then he was everywhere—his mouth trailing down your stomach, his lips, his tongue, his palmy breath, even all the places that you hated.

He took his time, each caress of his lips and swipe of his tongue unhurried as he worshipped your body in ways you hadn't realised you’d been craving. He pressed his palms against the inside of your knees, forcing your legs apart as he slotted himself between them. His breath was hot against your bare cunt, which glistened with obvious arousal.

Eddie gave a low whistle that made you blush.

"Stop," you whispered when your eyes met his lust-blown orbs. You tried to bring your thighs together to stifle the growing ache at your core, but he forced your knees apart.

The gasp he tore from your throat with the first touch of his tongue was loud and strangled. Eddie used the tip to lick from your clenching hole to your clit, gathering your arousal and swallowing it down with a lustful moan that vibrated through your cunt. His fingers tightened at your knees, leaving prints behind when he licked you again, making your hips buck hard enough to almost dislodge him.

"Jesus Christ, baby," he breathed out. "Your pussy's so fucking juicy."

It was all he said before his mouth was on you, his tongue pushing through your slick folds and into your clenching hole to drag the arousal from you. He was methodical, making your hips jerk and twitch. It was like electricity had replaced your blood, turning your body into live wires and leaving you a twitching, writing mess as Eddie lapped at your cunt relentlessly.

Maybe it was it’s months and weeks of bottled-up frustrations; maybe it’s was your feelings of inadequacy and insecurities melting away; maybe it’s was the sheer ridiculousness of sleeping with someone other than your husband; whatever the reason, Eddie and his wicked tongue have you hurtling towards climaxing faster than you thought possible.

Eddie grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed when you pulled on his hair; his mouth was now the only thing that kept your hips pinned. It was the stab of his tongue into your quivering hole and his nose bumping into your throbbing clit that threw you over the edge.

Not once did he stop, even as heaven and hell clashed violently around you, leaving you crying beneath the assault of his tongue. It started with white-hot lightening sparking to life in your heart and then settled into a static hum behind your ears when you sagged back to the bed. Your bones felt like jelly, and your limbs trembled with each aftershock.

His tongue pushed through your folds again and again, leaving you a whimpering mess, which was music to his ears. He left broad, wet stripes along your lips, your clit, and your hole, drawing your orgasm out much longer than you thought possible.

Eddie kissed you hard while you regained your senses and came back to earth, his lips working over yours while he ran his hands down your sides and gripped your hips tightly. "Felt good, baby?" he cooed. His voice sounded almost mocking as he pushed a hand between your thighs, the calloused tips of his fingers a rough drag against your clit as he gathered your spend to lubricate them.

The noise he drew from you was whoreish. Your eyes snapped shut while your back arched involuntarily. You twisted your fingers around the sheets when the pleasure began to race too close behind your first orgasm, bordering on too much, too quickly.

"Eddie, Eddie, please, I'll die," you managed to gasp out, your voice straining when he pushed two fingers into your clenching hole, making the arch in your back deepen. He kissed your neck, his teeth leaving faint marks behind on your skin. You grab at his hair again and pull it hard to make him stop before he can leave bruises for your husband to see.

"Not yet, sweet girl; you can give me another one."

He made it sound like a question, but he wasn’t asking one.

The drag of his fingers through your slick walls had your mind going blank as he doubled down on you. Your head is thrown back as nothing comes out of your parted lips. Your thighs trembled to the point of cramps as your walls spasmed suddenly around his fingers. You'd never known that your orgasms could crash so close together; it's like ocean waves crashing over sand—it happens once, and then again, and again.

It was like there was a string that ran the length of your body, and it was being pulled tighter and tighter by the prod of his fingers as he curled them and changed the angle until he finally found that spongy sweet spot that had galaxies and stars bursting to life behind your eyes. You back arched until it hurt, then snapped straight as he fingered you through your orgasm.

Only when your body went limp did he pull his fingers from you. The sound of them moving through your soaked folds was obscene, but not as much as the sight of him licking them clean. Eddie brought them to his lips, his devil’s tongue snaking free to greedily lap up your spend with a throaty moan.

You blink at him slowly to clear the blur of tears from your eyes, but more fell each time your lashes swept atop the apples of your cheeks. Eddie smiled smugly before moving to stand at the side of the bed so he could strip himself in a hurry. He threw his jacket and shirt across the room haphazardly and left his jeans and boxers pooled together on the floor. You watched with half-lidded doe eyes as he stroked himself.

He was far bigger than you'd realised before. When you'd walked in on him, it had all happened so fast—you'd seen him but hadn't seen him.

You tugged your lower lip between your teeth and chewed on it while he crawled up the bed to hover over you, his cock bobbing proudly against his stomach with each movement. "Ready, pretty girl?" He asked as he mouthed up the hollow of your throat before capturing your lips before you could answer.

It wouldn't take a genius to understand why he's asking. He was giving you a chance to change your mind, to tell him to stop and preserve whatever modesty and dignity you have left. He was giving you an out, but you were already lost in him. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and dug your heels into the backs of his thighs to bring him closer. The glide of his cock between your slick folds and the way his mushroom head nudged your overstimulated clit, were delicious. You moaned against his lips. Eddie took this as permission and sank into the warm, wet tightness of your cunt with a single thrust, hissing with pleasure as he seated himself fully within your walls.

"So fucking tight for me," he grunted against your lips. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were screwed shut as he stilled and gave you a moment to adjust to his invasion. Eddie was bigger than Peter, both in length and girth, leaving your brain short-circuiting and sparking. He was pressed against every delicious spot inside your gummy walls, so that it felt like he was pressed against your cervix, and deeper still.

Your lips opened and closed and opened again in silent, breathless moans when he began to move, setting a gruelling pace right from the start. You weren't a virgin; he knew that. He knew he didn't need to go slow or be gentle. He could throw you over the edge and into oblivion and make you scream his name without any preamble.

He took over your world as he fucked you.

The scent of his cologne was deep in your lungs from where your face was buried against the side of his neck, just so you could attack his skin with sweet kisses and blistering bites. Your hands mapped every inch of his skin that you could reach, committing each detail to memory: the faint dusting of freckles over his nose, the slope of his neck, the way the muscles down his back would shift and tense each time he moved, drawing out and thrusting back in with wild intent.

You could feel yourself oozing—a warm trickle of liquid that rolled down your backside only to be lost in the sheets as he fucked you hard enough to make your tits and tummy jiggle. And as he frantically kissed you, desperately trying to keep you from being too loud, you saw the way his jaw tensed and the flush of colour that crept up his throat and into his face. He was steamrolling towards orgasm like a skydiver caught in a free fall, no wind in his sails, no way to stop.

"Eddie, Eddie." It was a whine, a desperate plea, but for what? You couldn't say.

You canted your hips, raising them to meet the piston of his, so that he could drive himself as deep as possible and crash into the spongy sweet spot he'd found earlier. And when he found it, he didn't stop.

Eddie grabbed one of your hips hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers and pinned you hard against the mattress. His other hand snaked between your bodies to find your clit, which was still sensitive and throbbing. Eddie drew tight, quick circles around your nub, punching more and more air from your lungs with each rotation when, out of nowhere, the pressure suddenly becomes too much.

The way all your muscles seize had you suddenly panicked, your walls tightening around him like a vice, earning a hiss of pleasure from his tight-lipped expression. He still didn’t stop. You stare at him wide-eyed, your voice strangled, as you try to articulate the way the pressure is building too fast and moving too far beyond what you understand is normal.

"Ed-Eddie, fuck, s'too much!" You cried out as you threw your head from side to side. Tears fell from your eyes like waterfalls, sliding down your temples and disappearing into your sweat-damp hair. You felt yourself tightening around him. He managed a deep groan at the first sign of your leaking cunt.

You grabbed his wrist wildly, your nails clawing at his skin. Your body trembled violently, screamed at you to make him stop. Your brain begged for more.

Another perfectly aimed thrust of his hips, his cock sliding through your quivering walls, his thumb on your clit changing directions, finally broke you. You threw your head back; your eyes opened wide, but you saw nothing as you screamed. It was like white-hot lightning engulfed your body, setting your world on fire. Lights of red and yellow flashed behind your eyes like a disco dance from hell.

Eddie didn't try to keep you quiet this time. Each drawback and push forwards deluged his cock with liquid. He still didn't stop. His mouth was affixed with awe, permanently hanging open as you drenched him, yourself, and the sheets. "Holy fucking hell, baby, just like that, Jesus... fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He couldn't hold back, even if he'd wanted to. He grabbed you roughly by the hips, keeping you pinned to the mattress as he buried himself. Eddie came hard—harder than he'd ever come before. He felt each rope shoot from himself despite the tremors in his body, and he knew that you felt it too. Your walls were on repeat, gripping him, releasing him, and gripping him again, like a record stuck on repeat.

There was relief in his eyes when he slumped forwards, his chest pressing tight against yours. He brushed his face into the crook of your shoulder, curls tickling at your skin as he laughed breathlessly. "I didn't know you could do that," he muttered against your dewy skin, tasting your sex-sweet sweat.

"I didn't know I could do that."

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hermesmyplatonicbeloved · 3 months

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Ongoing Fandom Events

Idk about you guys, but finding PJO events to participate in is hard. Here are a few, happening on tumblr and/or ao3. Feel free to participate, or just enjoy the fanworks! Also feel free to check out @/pjobulletinboard for events I might've missed.

Last Updated Feb 4th, 2024. I'm updating this post regularly, so make sure and view the original post on my blog for the most recent updates.

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Rare Love of Olympus @/percabeth4life

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Date: Feb 2024 Type: Bingo Ships/Characters: Jason Grace/Nico di Anglo Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount. NSFW allowed.

Febuwhump 2024 (multi-fandom) @/febuwhump

Date: Feb 2024 Type: Month long prompt event (29 prompts for 29 days) Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: NSFW is allowed. Prompts should be answered in the form of whump.

PJO/HoO Big Bang, Summer 2024 (unconfirmed) @/pjo-hoo-bigbang

Date: Summer 2024 Type: Big Bang Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: No NSFW. Min 8k for one-shots and 20k for multi-chaptered fics. No max wordcount.

Hades/Percy Fest @/hadesxpercy-events

Date: May 26-June 1, 2024 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Hades and Percy Jackson/Hades/Persephone. Other Criteria: NSFW allowed. No min/max word count. See post for more details.

Polympians Event @/takaraphoenix

Date: May 28-June 21, 2024 Type: Fest (14 prompts for 28 days) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Any god. Rare pairs welcomed. Other Criteria: No min/max word count. NSFW and SFW allowed.

Percico/Nicercy Fest Week @/percico-nicercy-events

Date: August 18-24, 2024 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount.

16 - 2023 Events (Possibly Re-Occurring):

Lavinia Asimov Week @/oranglesswrld

Date: Feb 28-March 6, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Lavinia Asimov Other Criteria: Include Lavinia's Jewish heritage, any fanwork type is welcomed.

The Trials of Apollo - A Mini Bang @/toa-minibang

Date: March 19 - August 31, 2023 Type: Bang Ships/Characters: Any from TOA (?) Other Criteria: Join discord server (on the post) for more details.

Riordanverse Flash Fic Fridays @/drewtanakaweek

Dates: March 24, March 31, April 7, April 14, May 12, May 19, May 26, June 2 Type: Flash Fiction Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

ToApril 2023 @/plumblossom37

Date: April 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (1 prompt per day) Characters/Ships: Apollo, Meg. Other Criteria: no NSFW. Keep it toa-related.

Seafam Mermay 2023 @/seafamblr

Date: May 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (1 prompt per day) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson, Poseidon, Tyson, Amphitrite, Triton, Kymopoleia etc. Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Percy's DILFs Week @/percys-tits

Date: May 30 - June 5, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/any father character. Criteria: SFW and NSFW welcomed.

Odyssey of Percy @/stucksolangelo

Date: June 2023 Type: Month long prompt event (2 prompts per week) Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Any (crack ships encouraged) Other Criteria: Min 100 words a week. No max word count.

Solangelo Week 2023 @/solangeloweek

Date: June 18-24, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Will Solace/Nico di Angelo Other Criteria: Any type of fanwork accepted.

Sapphic Summer Riordanverse 2023 @/sapphic-summer-riordanverse-2023

Date: June 28-24, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Any F/F ships. Other Criteria: No min/max wordcount.

Perpollo Week 2023 @/perpollo

Date: July 9-15, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson/Apollo Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Riordanverse Rarepair Week @/them-awesome-rarepairs

Date: Aug 20-27, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Any rarepair, or canon pairing that's not endgame. Other Criteria: no NSFW, respect the characters canon sexualities, more details on post.

This or That @/chbnet

Date: September 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy or Annabeth, Camp Halfblood or Camp Jupiter, Percabeth or Solangelo, Gods or Heroes, Thalia or Percy or Nico Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Seafam Week October 1-7, 2023 @/seafamblr

Date: Oct 1-7, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Percy Jackson, Poseidon, Tyson, Amphitrite, Triton, Kymopoleia etc. Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

Drew Tanaka Week @/drewtanakaweek

Date: Oct 22-28, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Drew Tanaka/Any Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

PJO Gift Exchange 2023 @/rrverseummerbang

Date: Oct 24-Dec 30, 2023 Type: Exchange Ships/Characters: Any Other Criteria: no NSFW, min 1000 words, for art 1 finished polished piece.

Twelve Days of Nicercy Christmas @/percico-nicercy-events

Date: Dec 14-25, 2023 Type: Fest Ships/Characters: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson Other Criteria: No min/max word count.

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ainyan · 1 year

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Questions to Provoke Thought

I like being asked questions about my OCs. I like being given prompts for flash fiction. They help me think and help me grow and they help me share something I’m passionate about - the stories and characters I’ve created. This post is to compile a list of the different prompts and questions I’ve come across, and I will update it as I find more. Feel free to ask me anything or borrow them for yourself. I’ve tried to link to the original (as far as I can tell) to make sure that the maker gets the credit. :)

This list is frequently updated. Check here to see if you have the latest!

Prompts and Sentence Starters

Humorous Writing Prompts

Fun Trope Combos

Kiss Roulette

Assorted Question Prompts

Twenty-Four Touches

Another Kiss Prompt

Prompts for Lavish Balls, Parties, and Secrets

Gentleness Actions Prompts

Prompts for Commands and Demands

Bad Morning Prompts

Friends Prompt Challenge

Soulmate AU Prompts

Prompts for Sharing a Bed

Kiss and Tell Prompts

Two-Word Prompts

Cuddle and Snuggle Prompts

Difficult Recovery Prompts

*Don’t Starters

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

Flirty Training/Sparring/Injury Prompts

Non-Verbal Love Writing Prompts

‘Broken Iris’ Sentence Starters

Love Language Prompts

Touching Tenderly Prompts

Written Notes Prompts

Touching Prompts

Touch Prompts

Question Prompts

One-Word Prompts

Outcast/Runaway Sentence Starters

Tol and Smol Prompts

Micro-Story Prompts

Compliment Sentence Starters

First Meeting Sentence Starters

Do Revenge

Kiss Prompts

OT3 Prompts

December Prompts

Variety of Writing Prompts

One Word Prompt & Genre

Non-Sexual Forms of Intimacy

Relationship/Friendship/SFW Sex Specific Ask Memes

OTP Questions

Polyamorous Ship Asks

Vanilla Sunday Asks

OC Questions on Friendships and Companionship

Couple Questions

Ship Opinion Bingo

Friendship Shipping Meme

Ship Ask Game - The Basics

Valentine’s Day Questions for Relationships

OC Questions on the 7 forms of Love

Ask About Family

Ship Questions Redux

Not-so-SFW OC Asks/Prompts

Sinday Sunday Asks

Sinday Asks

Smut Dialogue Prompts

OC Ask Memes

Choose Violence Ask Game

In-Depth Headcanon Questions

Misc. Ask Meme

Little OC Creation Ask List

Edgy OC Ask Meme

FFXIV Culture and Geography Asks

Studio Ghibli Ask Game

Pride Themed OC Ask Game

30 Totally Random Get to Know You Character Asks

100 Random Character Development Asks

Stat Attribute Asks

Flowery OC Asks

Resident Evil Themed Asks

Tarot-Card OC Asks

Colorful Interview Questions

If Your OC was an NPC Asks

SW:TOR Character Ask Meme

Cocktail OC Asks

Basic OC Asks

Battery Percentage Meme

OC Asks

Random Headcanon Meme

Yet Another OC Ask Game

Pink-Themed Asks

Vanilla Sunday Meme

Wholesome OC Ask Memes

Send a Playing Card

Headcanon Memes, Comfort Character Edition

Super Detailed Asks

OC vs. Villain Asks

Character Design Asks

Character Development: Hard Mode

Odd OC Asks

People My Muse Knows

OC Emoji Asks

Weirdly Specific Questions

Uncommon OC Asks

Random OC Asks

OC/WoL Interview Asks

Piping Hot OC Asks

Headcanon by Number

Starlight Celebration Asks

Misc. Ask Meme

FFXIV Ask Memes [WoL]

Heraldic OC Questions

Childhood Asks

Emoji Character Asks

Some Character Questions

Capital Virtues OC Asks

OC Question Generator

FFXIV Deity Asks

FFXIV Screenshot Meme

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme

Headcanon Meme

Headcanon: Send me a Symbol

OTP Asks

More OTP Asks

Games and Single-Question Memes

Ship Opinion Bingo

Send △ and Ask An Invasive OC Question

Sinday Rumors (potentially NSFW)

Music Playlist Minific Game

Sinday Asks/Prompts

Friendship Ask Game

Friend or No?

Send Me 🔥 For an Unpopular Opinion

Author Ask Memes

25 Questions for the Writer

Let’s Get Real Fiction Writer Asks

Questions for Fic Writers

Gemstone-themed Writeblr Asks

Ask Game for Fanfic Writers

Colorful Writeblr Asks

Fanfiction Writing Asks

Ask a Writer: Fanfic Edition

(Note: I always reblog a meme first - I only add it to this list after it’s made it on my dash at least once. No stealing for me!)

Please let me know if you find any broken links - I will fix them!

#ask memes #master list #ask and ye shall receive #please borrow!

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writingdotcoffee · 1 year

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Write 500 words with us (day 3)

The year might be almost over which can bring about a lot of anxiety. Did you do what you set out to do? I haven't. I had much bigger plans for 2022. It sucks, but I won't let these bad feelings make me procrastinate further.

There are still three more weeks to go in 2022. As it turns out, you can do a lot of great work in just three weeks.

We're writing 500 words every day in December. Get your writing muscle exercised and your writing routine in place so that you can hit the ground running in 2023.

If you join today, you can finish:

15 articles or

12 flash fiction pieces or

6 short stories or

5 chapters in a book

Over the past two days, those who joined:

spent 6 hours and 12 minutes writing

and wrote 6,008 words

On average, it takes about 30 minutes to an hour a day to hit 500 words. Can you spare that to hit your writing goals?

Join today's challenge here:

https://app.writinganalytics.co/challenge/638fb96b1adf1fd39b8a9b65

Previous challenges

Day 2 (Tuesday, 6 Dec 2022)

Day 1 (Monday, 5 Dec 2022)

#writing #writers #write #writing challenge #amwriting #writing advice #writeblr #writing analytics

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2022 Writing Summary 🖊️🗒️✨

This year was an interesting one for writing and I am so excited bc I tackled a few different projects in 2022!

- I worked on for suffering is such a part pretty much daily from December, finally finishing it in April with a total of 51,575 words!

- In April, feeling pretty burnt out on writing, I did some fluffy AU pieces (huapangos de arlathvhen) as well as aloe, elfroot, and the flood (which will probably be rewritten, but remains as an attempt to write a DAO-era Crestwood fic).

- In May I busied myself writing original fiction and firing off some submissions to literary magazines. I am still working on a way to bring original fiction to an audience, but for now I just don’t feel very comfortable sharing it here. Stay tuned, though!

- In June I got into Wayfarer and challenged myself to develop a character by writing 30 micro fics. This got me writing pretty consistently, and I collected all those pieces in lovesong of the buzzard.

- Closed the year with a fic I wrote for the Wayfarer Exchange, there’s a flame that burns out at sea, and also planning for Quinta de Talpa and other original projects.

I’m looking forward to what 2023 will bring. 💖

January

Zevran tried to picture Hamal’s face without any of the vallaslin, but found that he couldn’t. The blood writing was such an important part of his Warden. He knew that Hamal was fiercely proud of them. Now he knew why.

He smiled at Mathuin, feeling that they must have shared the story both for Cammen’s benefit as well as for his.

February

Every time he made a mistake it was like this: Somewhere in the deepest parts of his id existed a small thought that Hamal might not want him once he realized that he was broken in a way that was permanent; not transient like the Blight, not as easily defeated as an Archdemon. Sometimes the thought was loud. Right now, however, he was able to confront the thought, because the fact was, Hamal had married him.

March

“And how are you?”

Zevran raised a brow and looked at him.

“Zevran. In the past few days you fought a sylvan, fractured a bone, hiked through the forest, fell through a ceiling, got a concussion—and that’s just the stuff I know about. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

April

Loneliness was a sharp barb that worked its way under his skin. He’d never felt it so keenly; it was agony, it eclipsed everything, every thought, every feeling, every past, present, or future, even his name.

May

Everyone here is so busy. His cousins now have titles and jobs and families. Even Petra is married and has children now.

Fortunately he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. The ocean peeks over the rise of a verdant hill and suddenly they’re there. Arlathvhen.

June

“What if I do not wish to go back?” Hamal asked. “What if I ask you to leave?”

“Then I suppose it’s just a question of what I should tell the others.” Zevran looked away with a shrug. “But it’ll have to be good; both to ensure that no one comes looking for you, and to clear me of any suspicion.”

Hamal let out a hint of a laugh at that—short, bitter, but a laugh all the same. The sound surprised him as much as it did Zevran.

July

Perhaps because of his desert childhood, it delights him at first. Rain is transformative, a sign of good things to come: the cacti flowering, the buried animals emerging from the dry earth.

(He once believed them to be resurrected; believed the whole world was a dead thing coming alive.)

But the rain in Rona is different. There is no transformation, no resurrection here.

August

Alassar steel cuts through the darkness, flashing as Refugio cuts his vocal chords. Just as quickly, Yuribia clamps a hand over the other one’s mouth and smothers her wings around him tightly, muffling his scream as she snaps his neck.

She and Refugio stand there for a moment, breathing heavily in the dark.

September

It’s a bad pain day. It swoops upon him like a vulture and pecks his back apart vertebrae by vertebrae.

Refugio slouches in his seat, each bump and pebble on the road sending painful little shockwaves through his back. He’s known Yuribia long enough that he doesn’t bother hiding it. She’s known him long enough that she doesn’t bother commenting.

October

Kit’s long hair hangs like a curtain, her legs draped over the backrest of the couch she currently occupies. Anyone else might look absurd lounging in such a manner, but she pulls it off; she just has an air of grace about her, on and off the stage.

Refugio smiles appreciatively, his eyes trailing from her pretty curls to the script in her hands.

November

The Amell mansion is big enough to house a haunting.

Renata has always suspected that she ought to have one of those, which is to say, the absence of one had been thus far conspicuous in her life; a thought in the back of her head all these many years, from Lothering to Kirkwall. Late at night in her family’s little farmhouse she’d think of it, paranoid of some specter that never was there. She just never had the time or the space for it.

December

“I imagine he wants what any man wants: His life, with a shred of hope, and a regular fuck. So he slit your throat! We are Crows! If we killed everyone who made an attempt on our life, we’d hunt ourselves to extinction.”

#this is very indulgent but when i realized i wrote EVERY MONTH this year i wanted to put this post together to view my own progress #and maybe a few of you remember when I was super shy about writing and hardly posted any at all; i'm really really proud of overcoming that #it's a big deal for me and i rely so much on the kindness my pals have shown me <3 #thank you thank u mwa mwa also if any writer friends want to do this please go ahead and tag me!!#rinnywrites #2022 writing summary

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polizwrites · 10 months

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WIP Update - 21 Jun 2023

A slow writing week, as I was out of town at a convention from Wed night thru Mon night with minimal down time. I touched 4 fics (2 WIPs & 2new works) for a total of 1081 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Blind Luck - Stony College/Med School AU meet cute/meet-ugly ficlet

New Beginnings - domestic Bucky/ pregnant fem!Howard

On Tumblr I posted:

Two Lists - self-reflective Bucky POV

Make Way for a Fabulous Tomorrow - WinterIron fluff with Tony’s coming out story.

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse, the WinterIron Pride Prompt Party and Choose Your Own Stony Story events, all of which wrap up at the end of June.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Choose Your Own Stony Story (CYO_SS] - Ends 29 Jun]

Another fun event hosted by @stonyauniverse - this one uses flow charts where you choose a starting point, a genre and a prompt and are then assigned an AU and a trope to create a fanwork that incorporates all four into a single work. I was challenged to combine the following: AU: Med School, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, and Bathing. I managed to squish Conflicting Obligations/Oaths from my brand new TSB card into this as well! I posted Blind Luck on Friday and it came in at 844 words -- mind the tags/warnings.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BBE_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs. The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events. Thanks to crossovers, I finished out one card and have a WIP that combines 2 squares and an idea to combine the other two.

* C1 - Interior Designer - combining this with my Gender Swap square for a continuation of Shifting Alliances - domestic Bucky/Maria (bonus Peggy/Steve) fic. New Beginnings came in at 629 words and posted this morning.

* C2 - Gender Swap - see above

* C3 - Professor/Student – Possible continuation of Technicalities from Bucky’s POV - could combine nicely with my FWB square below.

* C4 - Friends with Benefits – Combining this with Professor/Student above and possibly BBB Never the Fall that Kills You square.

WinterIron Pride Prompt Party [WI_PPP] (Ends 30 Jun)

This is a daily prompt event hosted by the WinterIron Discord server that will be running all month. I’m shooting to write something for at least half of these and have completed nine prompts with Tumblr ficlets so far: Day 1: First Meetings = Potential for Retribution; Day 2: Yearning = Dressing for the Occasion ; Day 3: Gender Euphoria = Where Will He Be Tomorrow? Day 4: Dragons are Gay = A Shift in Their Relationship; Day 5: Fluidity = Tony Stark’s Pride 101; Day 6: Internalized Homophobia = Two Lists Day 7: Questioning = Solving for X and Day 9: Older Gays = All the King’s Horses. Day 13 - Audacity = Make Way for a Fabulous Tomorrow

Hot Bucky Summer [BBE_HBS] (Ends Aug 30)

Another @buckybarnesevents event, this time with weekly smexy prompts. I’d like to complete at least two fics per month for this challenge.

Week One: “What should I wear?” + Collar - Posted Dressing for the Occasion to Tumblr on June 2nd as a crossover with the WI_PPP Yearning prompt as well as the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF203 Yes Sir!!] . It came in at 325 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.

Week Two: “What Should I Call You?” + Alpha - combining this with the ACB June Monthly Mission AU: Sugar Daddy as well as the Kznot In My Name Anti-AI A/B/O event prompts: Sugar Daddy AU. Chapter One of A Sugar-Coated Pill posted to Ao3 last week and came in at 1200 words even.

Week Five: “When I First Met You..” + Fireworks - filling this with Chapter 2 of A Sugar-Coated Pill - combining with WIB Dancing and BBB Pet Names prompts. After attending a few events together, Bucky and Tony start to get more comfortable around each other. The first draft is coming in at 1087 words and may get tweaked a little before posting on 6/30.

Week Eight - “How did you meet?” + High Stakes Op - Chapter 3 of A Sugar-Coated Pill will fill these prompts - I may use my WIB AU: A/B/O square for this as well. Bucky is hosting a donor party at his own home with quite a bit of help from Tony, who in turn asks a favor. This chapter is currently sitting at 259 words and will probably run around 1500 words or so - to post sometime between Jul 20-26.

Week Three: “Where do you want me?” + in my lap -- Since this event lets us fill previous weeks, Chapter Four will be where A Sugar-Coated Pill finally gets steamy... possible crossover with WIB Eye Contact During Sex prompt and possibly Old Ghosts from my TSB card if I want to go a bit angsty (that or something spicy from adoptables at next weekend’s TSB Discord party!)

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got thirteen completed fics, two WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - may combine with something on my BBB card - see if the Centerfold fic idea fits in here.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - Stucky post CA:WS canon divergence + wingfic.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

* June Monthly Mission: Sugar Daddy - See Week Two of BBE_HBS above.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have three fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps and Bucky Barnes bingo!

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have nine fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Along with crossfilling against my other bingos, I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* N1 - Bucharest – I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance - where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - see Week Three of BBE_HBS above

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB Volunteering Together square.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

* JUNE ADOPTABLE - Dancing - see Week Five of BBE_HBS above.

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got five fills, six WIPs (!!) and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B4 - Shapeshifters - wrote . A Shift in Their Relationship as a crossover with the WI_PPP prompt Dragons are Gay. This came in at 404 words and will be posted to Ao3 before this event is over.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye - Dredged up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP You Can’t Stop It With a Gun. Chapter 3 was already in progress and is now up to 548 words.

* C1 - Pet Names - see Week Five of BBE_HBS above

* C2 - Yelena Belova – The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby) , which is currently sitting at 1100 words (400-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment. 😕

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* K5 - “Don’t Touch Him” - Using this prompt for Chapter Five of My Love is Vengeance It’s coming in at 1372 words and I have some decent notes that should allow me to finish this up in six or seven chapters total.

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] A Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next] was a perfect match for an idea I’d already been playing around with to fill this square. I banged out Getting Prepared -(updated title = Preparations) an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again. I will post it to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things - I may use this for Chapter 2 Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole, a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)

I actually forgot I signed up for this 😁. I got my card sorted out for swaps (tho will probably take advantage of the adoptables to replace one of my new swaps) so now I need to review my card for potential crossfills and idea sparks.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)

Been looking forward to this card! I actually got a sneak peek and was able to tweak a fic to crossfill - need to review my card for potential crossfills and idea sparks.

* K1 - Conflicting Obligations/Oaths - see CYO_SS above.

* K3 - Pairing: Tony/Pepper - Expanding a bit on Starting Something New , so I can crossfill with my Tony Stark Bingo square Pairing: Tony/Pepper The ficlet is now sitting at 396 words and will post the first week of June.

Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)

I got my card from @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* N4 - Affectionate Teasing – see TSB Pairing: Tony/Pepper above

* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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On other creative fronts: I have a Plague Doctor Stuffed With Character figure in progress - one of several commissions from last week’s con. I will be making an announcement about commissions sometime in July so if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #WIP Wednesday #shameless self promo

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adreamingskin · 1 year

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Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – April 2023

It's here! Over 150 #poetry competitions, literary journal submissions & writing opportunities open or with deadlines in April 2023. Best of luck and please share! #amwriting

It’s the beginning of a new month which means it’s time for a new list of over 150 poetry competitions, writing submissions and opportunities open or with deadlines in April 2023! April is National Poetry Writing Month and around the world writers are attempting to write a poem a day as part of NaPoWriMo. My new 30-day writing prompt event Gods & Monsters | 30 Days of Writing the Greek Myths is…

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randombouquet · 3 months

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Hello,

So this page is to try and experiment and grow creatively, finding ways to integrate AI to assist me in that (shout out to my fav collaborator Chat GPT). Taking daily time to try and flex and train those muscles with only myself to be accountable and disappoint.

We're starting off with a 30 day creativity challenge with small tasks and some big to keep me motivated and undettered.

Here's the outline:

30-Day Creativity Challenge for Your Blog

Day 1: Micro-Story MagicWrite a 100-word story based on the first object you see today.

Day 2: Snap & CaptionTake a photo of your morning routine and write a captivating caption.

Day 3: Mood PlaylistCreate and share a playlist that reflects your current mood, along with a brief description of your song choices.

Day 4: One-Sentence JournalSum up your day in one powerful sentence.

Day 5: Color Palette ChallengeCapture photos of objects in your surroundings that create a compelling color palette when put together.

Day 6: Character CreationWrite a brief introduction to a character you've just thought up, complete with quirks, likes, and dislikes.

Day 7: Photo RecreationRecreate a famous artwork or photograph in your style.

Day 8: Flash FictionWrite a 300-word flash fiction piece inspired by the word "Discovery".

Day 9: Virtual TourCreate a photo or video tour of your favorite spot in your home or city and describe why it's special to you.

Day 10: Quote InterpretationShare a quote that resonates with you and create a visual interpretation (drawing, photo, digital art).

Day 11: Review in HaikuWrite a haiku review of the last book, movie, or TV show you enjoyed.

Day 12: Shadow PlayTake a series of photos focusing on interesting shadows during different times of the day.

Day 13: The Sound of EmotionsRecord and share ambient sounds that represent your current mood, with a brief explanation.

Day 14: Dialogue ChallengeWrite an intriguing dialogue between two people who just met in an unusual circumstance.

Day 15: Creative CollageCreate a digital or physical collage that represents your week.

Day 16: Life in MonochromeCapture your day in black and white photos.

Day 17: Dreamy DescriptionsDescribe the most recent dream you remember with vivid details.

Day 18: Silhouette StoryPhotograph silhouettes during the golden hour and weave a short story around them.

Day 19: Letter to YourselfWrite a letter to your future or past self and seal it in an envelope (to be opened later).

Day 20: Nostalgia TripShare a childhood photo and narrate the memory associated with it.

Day 21: Recipe RemixInvent and photograph a new dish by remixing ingredients from two of your favorite meals.

Day 22: Urban SafariCapture the wildlife of your city (birds, insects, pets) through your lens.

Day 23: Minimalist ChallengeCompose and photograph a minimalist scene that conveys a strong emotion or story.

Day 24: Echo PoemWrite a poem where each line is a response or reflection to the previous one.

Day 25: Time-Lapse ArtCreate a time-lapse video of you drawing, painting, or crafting.

Day 26: Perspective PhotographyTake a photo that plays with perspective in an unusual way (e.g., forced perspective photography).

Day 27: Found PoetryCreate a piece of found poetry using headlines from old newspapers or magazines.

Day 28: Themed PhotoshootPlan and execute a themed photoshoot, detailing the process and inspiration.

Day 29: DIY DecorCreate and showcase a DIY decor project for your home or workspace.

Day 30: Reflection and ProjectionReflect on the 30-day creativity challenge with a blog post summarizing the experience, your favorite entries, and what you've learned about your creativity.

#Ai #creative writing #creative challenge #new blog #concepting #creative

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bewitchingbooktours · 6 months

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A Bewitching Monday

A Round-Up of Daily Virtual Book Tour Stops

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limejuicer1862 · 10 months

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#TheWildness. Day 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? Please join Jane Dougherty and me in celebrating wildness all this month. I tried to get permission from the Wildlife Trust to use their #3ODaysWild as prompts but it was not forthcoming, so here are my own prompts with a little help from chatgbt. I will feature your draft published/unpublished poetry/short prose/artworks using the following prompts. Please include a short third person bio. Numbers refer to dates in June: Day 1. Describe the sounds you hear when you step outside your home. How does nature contribute to this musical work? 2. Write a letter to a tree or plant that you encounter on your daily walk. What would you say to it? 3. Imagine you could transform into any animal for a day. Which animal would you choose and why? 4. Write a short story about a magical encounter with a wild animal in your backyard. 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. What emotions does it evoke in you? 6. Write a poem inspired by the vibrant colours and patterns of a butterfly's wings. 7. Imagine you are a wildlife photographer. Describe the most breathtaking picture you have taken during your challenge. 8. Write about a favourite childhood memory spent in nature. How did it shape your connection with the natural world? 9. Create a dialogue between two different species of birds perched on a branch. What would they talk about? 10. Describe the texture and scent of wildflowers you encounter on your nature walks. How do they make you feel? 11. Write a persuasive essay on the importance of conserving and protecting local wildlife habitats. 12. Imagine you are a nature guide. Describe a walk you would take visitors on to showcase the beauty and diversity of your local environment. 13. Write a poem about the changing seasons and how they affect the behaviour of wildlife. 14. Imagine you are a detective investigating the disappearance of a rare animal. Describe your search for clues in the natural world. 15. Write a poem/flash fiction about a mischievous squirrel that causes chaos in your garden. 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. What did it teach you about yourself and the world around you? 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to protect and cherish the natural world. 18. Create a detailed observation log of a specific species of bird that you have been monitoring throughout the challenge. 19. Write a poem inspired by the soothing sounds of a flowing stream or river. 20. Imagine you are a nature-inspired artist. Describe the masterpiece you would create using materials found in the great outdoors. 21. Write a short story about a group of friends who embark on an unforgettable camping trip in the wilderness. 22. Describe the most fascinating insect you have encountered during your challenge. What makes it unique? 23. Write a diary entry from the perspective of a tree, chronicling its experiences and the changes it witnesses over the course of a year. 24. Imagine you could communicate with one animal species. Which species would you choose and what would you ask them? 25. Describe a magical sunrise or sunset you have witnessed during your journey. How did it make you feel? 26. Write a letter to a future self, reflecting on the impact of the challenge on your relationship with nature. 27. Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape. 28. Write a poem celebrating the diversity and resilience of nature, even in the face of human challenges. 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. How does it connect you to the Earth? 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. What adventures await those who discover it? Feel free to adapt these prompts to suit your writing style or preferences.

Old Moor Bird photo by Paul Brookes Wolf, where are you? I know you’re there, lying low. Not in these quiet meadows and wooded slopes perhaps, but along Garonne’s broad reaches harried by flood waters, where farm buildings sink beneath the weight of ivy, wooden planking falls like flakes of slate. Wolf, where are you? Down there amid the forest-tangle, the woodland left untended, plantations…

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brooklyns-writing-corner · 3 years

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Referring to this post, I have reached 200 followers on my main blog. I appreciate every single person who’ve always been so nice and amazing on this site. So, I will be doing a

30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

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You send me a pairing or fandom along with the number of the prompt. As I finish a prompt, I will cross off the ones that I already did.

#30 day flash fiction challenge #writing challenge

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wreck-of-a-dreamer · 4 years

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30 Day Flash Fiction Challenge

Day 1

Hannah hurried down the isle, her eyes scanning the shelves. Although time was running out, she knew exactly what she was looking for. She took the large vase off the shelf with care, she could not afford to damage it now. Walking as quickly as she could to the checkout, she grabbed some flowers that were on sale, they’d have to do. On the drive back to the office, all Hannah could think of was how mad her boss would be if she didn’t get back in time for the meeting. The Fargin were not to be kept waiting.

The elevator could not move fast enough to 73rd floor. As the doors opened, Hannah could sense she was cutting it fine. She all but ran to the meeting room, slowing down to compose herself before walking in.

“Sorry for the delay.” Her voice shook with nerves.

“Thank you, Hannah, you’re excused,” her boss replied, barely looking at her. Slipping out the room, Hannah knew her boss was less then impressed.

When she returned to her desk, she felt Jordan’s eyes on her.

“What?” Hannah snapped. Jordan diverted his eyes, but gave no response. “Everything will be fine, the meeting had only just started.”

“If you say so,” Jordan muttered, refusing to look up.

Hannah tried to return to her work, but her mind kept drifting. She was already on her boss’s shit list, and she was sure she would be chewed out as soon as the meeting was over. The next 20 minutes passed painfully slowly. Hannah kept glancing down the hallway, waiting for the meeting room door to open. Her stomach churned, and she was regretting the leftover pasta she had for lunch. Eventually her boss and the Fargin representative emerged. Hannah kept her head down as they made their way to the elevator, hoping that her boss would forget her slip up. She could feel Jordan staring at her again but she was ignoring it, pretending to focus on her work.

“Hannah, in my office, now,” her boss’s voice boomed from across the room. Hannah’s eyes met Jordan’s as she stood. They both knew she was fucked. As she made her way across the floor, she could feel her coworkers’ gaze.

Closing the office door behind her, she breathed a small sigh of relief that she was hidden from prying eyes. Her heartbeat quickened again when she remembered what she had walked into.

“Please, take a seat,” commanded her boss. “Before you begin to defend yourself, I want to thank you.”

“For what?” Hannah spluttered. This was not where she thought this conversation would go.

“You found exactly what I asked for, in record time, despite being late.” Hannah couldn’t believe that her boss was complementing her, there had to be a catch. “However, the flowers.”

Yep, there it was. She didn’t even think about the flowers. She hadn’t thought it would matter, but of course it would. A meek “I’m sorry,” was all she could muster.

“You must remember every detail, Hannah,” her boss chastised. “No matter, the Fargin people have declared war against us, so there are many more important issues for us to deal with.”

“What? How did this happen?” Hannah replied incredulously. The representative had seemed perfectly civil when they left.

“The flowers, of course,” her boss said dismissively.

#30 day flash fiction challenge #prompt: an impulse buy leading to intergalactic warfare

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segalia · 7 years

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Some Things Never Change (FF Day 3)

3. The language of flowers, pyjamas, a secret passageway

“Whoa.”

The flashlight dimly illuminated the passageway that Marinette had accidentally triggered when she tripped into the bookshelf.

“I didn’t even know this existed.” Adrien’s tone was awestruck, and she risked a peek at his face. She wasn’t sure what the policy for wrecking a bookshelf in your friend/classmate/crush’s ancestral home in the middle of the night while on a class field trip was, so she was relieved to see he didn’t seem angry.

“Well, only one thing to do.” Alya added her thin phone light to Adrien’s flashlight. “Explore it.” She set off down the passageway, heedless of spiders, dust, or other dangers waiting to attack her pajama-clad self, barely pausing as she asked, “What are you waiting for?”

Nino, Adrien, and Marinette looked at each other and shrugged. The rest of the class was sprinkled about the castle-esque estate, sleeping or, more likely, exploring as well. It was late, but not that late, so really, what better things did they have to do?

They filed through, breathing the stale air that might not have been touched by humans for hundreds of years. Marinette shivered excitedly at the thought.

“Are you okay?”

She turned to find Adrien peering at her.

“Oh yeah.” She beamed at him. “Excited to see what we’ll find.” They walked a little longer, her pink slippers scraping discordantly against the stone floor. “What do you think?”

“Huh?”

“We’ll find. This being your house and all.”

Adrien hummed in thought, his face barely lit by the powerful flashlight he carried. “Probably an olden version of a panic room to be honest.”

“Some wine that’s aged hundreds of years. Maybe a telegraph for communication.”

He laughed. “I don’t know if this house is set up with telegraph wires. But what kind of French noble’s estate would this be if there weren’t some decently aged wine stashed about?”

“Oh!” The exclamation from Alya forced them to cut off their speculation and rush forward.

“What is it?”

“What did you find?”

“Look!” Nino breathed, and they followed the flashlight beams to the room they had entered.

Alya spun in the middle of the room. “This is incredible!”

“Wow,” Marinette agreed. “What even is most of this stuff?”

The room was littered with tapestries and dusty mementos. While at first glance it seemed like a storage room, it was soon clear to see that the room had a different purpose.

“It’s like a memorial. All the events are celebrating the life of that lady.” They followed Nino’s finger to a tapestry of a dark-haired lady astride a horse.

“So, these must be histories. Or better yet, diaries!” Alya pounced on the ratty journals on the shelf, and Nino turned to examine the statues lining another wall.

Marinette stayed transfixed by the tapestry. Something about the lady’s dark eyes and red-accented outfit drew her in. “Is that…armor?”

Adrien appeared to be studying it too. “Yeah, I think so. The style would fit the late 1700s, early 1800s armor.”

That pleased her, maybe more than it should have. “What’s she looking at?”

He shifted the light slightly so it fell on the dark figure posed in front of the horse. This one wore black armor with a light green accent she only spotted when she squinted. In his hands was a yellow bouquet of flowers.

“Hm. The Mona Lisa smiles don’t shed much light on the situation.”

She elbowed him. “That was terrible.” Her hand reached towards the tapestry but stopped partway. “Adrien,” her voice was barely above a whisper, “do you think it’s—?”

“Revolution-era Ladybug and Chat Noir? Yeah, I do.” His hand found hers in the dark.

She squeezed it gently. “I love learning about our past lives.”

“I always thought of it as the past holders, more like our predecessors than our reincarnations.”

“True.” She bumped him playfully. “I would hope all Chat Noirs weren’t so bad at puns.”

When he didn’t respond to her teasing as she expected, she frowned and tugged lightly on his hand. “What is it?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s just the flowers he’s given her. Yellow is so…” he struggled to find the right word, “generic.”

“Au contraire, mon chaton. Yellow flowers can mean anything from happiness to support to friendship.” Since he still didn’t seem convinced, she added, “Yellow flowers mean devotion.”

His smile was clear even in the dim lighting. “Well, I guess that’s not something that’s changed over the centuries of Chat Noirs and their Ladybugs.”

She pulled their conjoined hands over her shoulder. “What would you suggest for this Ladybug to give to her Chat Noir in return? Perhaps blue irises for trust and commitment?”

“Or blue for the prettiest bluebell eyes?” He leaned in as she blushed.

“Hey, love birds!”

They jumped, but kept their arms around each other. “Yes, Alya?”

“You’re supposed to be looking for interesting stuff, not staring into each other’s eyes.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and leaned up to peck Adrien on the lips. “She has a point. We should make the most of this escapade after all.”

“I already did,” he dropped his voice to add, “my lady.”

With a smile, she tugged his hand to pull him on to the next pile of trinkets.