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"why are you looking at me like that?"

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Just close your eyes and trust me."

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?”

"I want to kiss you"

“Did you hear that?”

“Oh please, like this is the worst I have done.”

 “You didn’t do anything wrong”

“Let me remind you”

“Try harder, next time.”

 “Go forward, do not stray.”

“At least it can’t get any worse.”

“Do we really have to do this again?”

 “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.

“Why are you up at 3 AM?”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“It’s too early for this.”

 “I’m so mad at you for this, but i’m angrier at myself for knowing i’ll forgive you foR it.”

“That was the best meal i’ve eaten in years.”

 “Please, please just leave me alone.”

“Normally i can get behind your stress baking because of how much i benefit from it, but come on. it’s two in the night; what is a red velvet cake going to fix that some sleep won’t?”

 “You’re still bleeding- stop and let me look at it.”

 “The cat misses you.”

“I’m proud of you, kid.”

“Let me drive you home.”

“You said you wanted to talk it out but all you’re doing is shouting at me!”

 “Do i even want to know?”

“You don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”

 “I need you to listen to me, okay? this cannot happen again. ever.”

 “… did you make me a packed lunch?”

“No, it’s too late; you’re not walking home alone.”

“This is why we didn’t stay married.”

“Can you remember anything about last night?” “my sheets smell like you.”

 “Go shower, then we’ll talk.”

“You are a grown man, don’t pout.”

“Hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”

“Sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”

“You should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it.”

“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”

 “Yawning whilst trying to convince me you’re not tired tends to have the opposite effect.”

“Stop being so pretty, it hurts.”

 “You want me to shout from the rooftops? because damn it, (nickname) i will.”

"You're the only source of warmth in this stupid hotel, come back to bed before I get hypothermia."

"Scream," "What?" "Scream, shout, yell, cry, howl, wail," "I don't-" "Trust me, it'll make you feel better,"

"Stop smirking! We’re in the middle of an argument!"

“please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”

“not that i think cuddling will fix everything, but i’m pretty sure it can’t make things worse.”

"I've known you long enough to know you're not 'just tired.' You don't have to tell me anything, but I'm here if you need me, okay?"

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Angry Confessions

"I love you! I have always loved you. It's not fair to deny my love for you now."

"You make me so angry I want to scream, and I love you so much it almost tears me apart."

"I cannot change my feelings for you, believe me I fucking tried."

"How can you not understand how much I love you?"

"I am so angry right now, I could almost forget my love for you."

"I can't do this anymore. I love you. But it's not enough."

"Don't mock me by acting so surprised. You had to know about my feelings for you."

"You make me so angry sometimes. And you make me love you all the time."

"I need to know that you're safe. Because I care about you. I love you."

"You knew how I feel about you. You have to have known."

"Can you not see that I love you? That I've always loved you?"

"I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?"

"It's not a secret that I love you. Don't act like it is."

"My love for you will truly become my downfall, I just know it."

"I fucking love you, okay?! I don't want to, but I do."

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Cold (Romy)

A small drabble I got the idea from a discussion on discord !

Romy - Angst - Spoiler X-Men 97

The explosion had isolated them from the others. It's kind of ironic that it's Rogue, from all of them, who get stuck alone with him. It was also inevitable. She doesn't care about their others opponents, or even about the end of the world. Only Remy matters. It was always about him, and there isn't a point in saving the world if she can't save him.

"Remy," she says sofly.

He doesn't looked like himself anymore. His hair is too white, his skin too grey, the red of his eyes too empty. He has lost everything that made him the wonderful man, full of life and warm, she once knew.

He answers her by a mocking smirk.

Even if she can't explain it, she don't doubt he recognize her. He knows exactly who she is, what she represented for him. What he represented for her.

There are so much feelings inside of her, she isn't sure which one was the impulsion that propels her toward him. The pain from the grief. The rage and the injustice. The love that pulses from every fiber of her being. The mix of them all, and this need to help him, to save him, to feel him, to make sure he's still here, burried behind all the suffering.

She rushes to him like an unstoppable cannonball, her hands outstretched to reach him, as unreachable as he is. The collision of their bodies is brutal, like two rocks crashing into each other. Hard and immutable. There is no softness, no tenderness, no warmness. She puts her bare hand on his cheek, and her lips on his. The cold he irradiates penetrated into her like liquid nitrogen.

Freezing. Destructive. Lifeless.

There is nothing else.

They were kissing but there is no warm, no energy, no trace of anything human. As powerful as he is, she isn't absorbing anything because he's not living.

She withdraws, eyes wide and wet.

He smiles again.

"Problem, chère?"

His voice is as cold as his skin, devoid of any humanity.

"Remy," she breathes, strangled by despair.

His smile becomes dangerous, and he grabs her by the throat, uplifting her like she weighs nothing. She doesn't even try to resist, tears escaping her eyes as she realizes how icy his hand is around her neck.

"Remy doesn't exist anymore. The name is Death now. Remember it."

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Why Writers Don't Finish Writing Their Stories, and How to Fix It

Hello fellow writers and storytellers,

The journey of writing a story is an exhilarating adventure, but it's not without its share of obstacles. Many of us have embarked on a creative endeavor, only to find ourselves mired in the struggle to finish what we started. In this blog post, I'll unravel the common reasons why writers don't finish their stories and explore practical strategies to overcome these hurdles and reignite the flame of creativity.

The Perils of Unfinished Stories

As writers, we often find ourselves in the throes of unfinished tales, grappling with the intricate web of characters, plots, and themes. There are several reasons why the ink dries up and the story remains untold. Let's shine a light on the familiar adversaries that stand between us and the triumphant completion of our narratives:

1. Lack of Planning:

Some of us brazenly dive into our stories without a clear roadmap, resulting in uncertainty about the direction of the plot and the fate of our characters. The lack of a solid plan can lead us astray, leaving our stories wandering in the wilderness of aimlessness.

2. Self-Doubt and Perfectionism:

Ah, the relentless whispers of self-doubt and the siren call of perfectionism! These twin adversaries can cast a shadow over our creative vision, compelling us to endlessly revise and perfect the early chapters, trapping us in a whirlpool of perpetual edits.

3. Time Management:

Balancing the demands of daily life with the ardor of writing can be akin to walking a tightrope. The struggle to find consistent time for our craft often leaves our stories languishing in prolonged periods of inactivity, longing for the touch of our pen.

4. Writer's Block:

The mighty barrier that even the most intrepid writers encounter. Writer's block can be an insurmountable mountain, leaving us stranded in the valleys of creative drought, unable to breathe life into new ideas and narratives.

5. Lack of Motivation:

The flame that once burned brightly can flicker and wane over time, leaving us adrift in the murky waters of disillusionment. The initial excitement for our stories diminishes, making it arduous to stay committed to the crafting process.

6. Fear of Failure or Success:

The twin specters that haunt many writers' dreams. The apprehension of rejection and the unsettling prospect of life-altering success can tether us to the shores of hesitation, preventing us from reaching the shores of completion.

7. Criticism and Feedback Anxiety:

The looming dread of judgment casts a long shadow over our creative endeavors. The mere thought of receiving criticism or feedback, whether from peers or potential readers, can cast a cloud over our storytelling pursuits.

8. Plotting Challenges:

Crafting a cohesive and engaging plot is akin to navigating a labyrinth without a map. Faced with hurdles in connecting story elements, we may find ourselves lost in a maze of plot holes and unresolved threads.

9. Character Development Struggles:

Breathing life into multi-dimensional, relatable characters is a complex art. The intricate process of character development can become a quagmire, ensnaring us in the challenge of creating personas that drive the story forward. (Part one of Character Development Series)

10. Life Events and Distractions:

Unexpected events in our personal lives can cast ripples on our writing routines, interrupting the flow of our creativity and causing a loss of momentum.

Rallying Against the Odds: Strategies for Success

Now that we've confronted the adversaries that threaten to stall our storytelling odysseys, let's arm ourselves with strategies to conquer these barriers and reignite the flames of our creativity.

Embrace the Power of Planning:

A clear roadmap illuminates the path ahead. Arm yourself with outlines, character sketches, and plot maps to pave the way for your story's journey.

Vanquish Self-Doubt with Action:

Silence the voices of doubt with the power of progress. Embrace the imperfect beauty of your early drafts, knowing that every word brings you closer to the finish line.

Mastering the Art of Time:

Carve out sacred writing time in your schedule. Whether it’s ten minutes or two hours, every moment dedicated to your craft is a step forward.

Conquering Writer's Block:

Embrace the freedom of imperfection. Write, even if the words feel like scattered puzzle pieces. The act of writing can unravel the most stubborn knots of writer's block.

Reigniting the Flame of Motivation:

Seek inspiration in the wonders of the world. Reconnect with the heart of your story, rediscovering the passion that set your creative spirit ablaze.

Reshaping Fear into Fuel:

Embrace the uncertainty as an integral part of the creative journey. Embrace the lessons within rejection and prepare for the winds of change that success may bring.

Navigating the Realm of Criticism:

Embrace feedback as a catalyst for growth. Constructive criticism is a powerful ally, shaping your story into a work of art that resonates with readers.

Weaving the Threads of Plot:

Connect the dots with fresh eyes. Step back and survey the tapestry of your plot, seeking innovative solutions to bridge the gaps and untangle the knots.

Breathing Life into Characters:

Engage with your characters as if they were old friends. Dive into their depths, unraveling their quirks, fears, and dreams, and watch as they breathe life into your story.

Navigating Life's Tempests:

Embrace the ebb and flow of life. Every pause in your writing journey is a chance to gather new experiences and perspectives, enriching your storytelling tapestry.

The Ever-Resting Pen: Harnessing the Power Within

Fellow writers, the journey of completing a story is filled with peaks and valleys, each offering us the opportunity to sharpen our resolve and unleash our creative potential. As we stand at the crossroads, staring at the canvas of unfinished tales, let's rally against the odds, armed with the power of purpose, passion, and perseverance.

Let the ink flow once more, breathing life into tales left untold, and watch as your stories triumphantly reach their long-awaited conclusion. You possess the power to conquer the adversaries that stand in your way, and within you lies the essence of untold narratives waiting to unfurl onto the page.

Here's to the journey that lies ahead, the stories waiting to be written, and the unyielding spirit of creativity that thrives within each of us.

Warm regards and unwavering encouragement, Ren T.

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Fluffcember 2024

Heyho.

@alpaca-clouds here!

I was asked whether I would create Fluffcember as an official challenge this year, and I thought to myself: You know what? Why not?

Hence this blog - and a really early posting of the list.

Rules

This is a 1-month-challenge for fluffy fanworks.

All sorts of fanworks (art, writing, graphics) welcome.

We will however not accept any AI-Art or AI-Writing!

SFW and NSFW is both welcome - but please make sure to tag it accordingly.

Tag CWs if you share under this tag!

No minimum or maximum word count for writing!

We will reblog entries during the month of December!

If you have questions: The asks are open!

Full list of prompts under the cut.

Day 16: Chocolate

Day 17: Snowed in

Day 18: Mistletoe

Day 19: Fondue

Day 20: Fairy Tales

Day 21: Cabin in the Snow

Day 22: Winter Storm

Day 23: Confessions

Day 24: Christmas Tree

Day 25: The Perfect Gift

Day 26: Forgiveness

Day 27: Family Gathering

Day 28: Cold Turkey

Day 29: Mint

Day 30: Warming Up

Day 31: Fireworks

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The Prompts for Fictober 2024

Fictober Event, The prompts for 2024 Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober24 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"that was good work"

"it's been a long time"

"I know you better"

"no, we're not doing that"

"it's a new day, let's go"

"I'm not giving up"

"follow me if you want to live"

"are we happy?"

"don't listen to me, listen to them"

"is this normal?"

"well, that worked out great"

"did you hear that?"

"that's not the point"

"did you stick to the plan?"

"let's try this"

"no, I'm not okay"

"strangest thing I ever heard"

"you always have a plan"

"this is getting ridiculous"

"I saw your eyes light up"

"we've done worse"

"why are we doing this again?"

"we can fix this, I know we can"

"you didn't do anything wrong"

"it consumes me"

"you were the first"

"let me remind you"

"just say what you want"

"how did this happen?"

"I won't let you down"

"it's always been you"

This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober24.

Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. No AI generated text or art.

I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries. Go forth and write!

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For the first time in my life, a non filthy thought in the shower:

Think about all the fan fiction you’ve read — all the hours of entertainment, or something to ease your boredom or to soothe your sleepless night.

All you’ve learned from it — either a writing skill, a new vocabulary word, a new structure or something about interpersonal relationships, or how to deal with hard times in your life.

And all the fic that you remember — your very favorite, some that you still recall scenes from, some that still make you smile or make you ache.

All the fic you have saved on your phone to reread over and over again.

Writers: YOU write that. YOU DO. You write something so extraordinary, something so real but also something so filthy and fun and the perfect way to soothe a frayed mind or just enjoy for pure pleasure — YOU WRITE THAT.

Isn’t that incredible to think of your stories being those above things for someone?

Because they are (for me, for one, but others too) — and we are so lucky you share it with us.

Also — how amazing it is to know that all the things you cherish about fic, you’ve given as a gift to others? ❤️

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I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship

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"I know you're salty. So fierce and strong and powerful. To the world, you taste like salt, and nothing can suppress you. But to me ? Oh Uma, to me you smell and taste like sugar. I know, I know how sweet you can be. And that what make you so perfect. Salt and sugar. The perfect mix."

"...........shut up, Harry."

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"Please don’t punch him too hard in the face. I like his face." (Huma)

— Ne le frappe pas trop fort sur le visage. J'aime bien son visage.

— Quoi ? Uma ! Tu es supposée me secourir !

Les bras croisés, les lèvres pincées, Uma le jaugea du regard un instant, comme si elle prenait sa remarque en considération, puis secoua la tête.

— Nah. Je ne viens pas au secours des idiots. C'est ton problème.

— Uma !!

Harry essaya de se débattre, mais il s'était fait solidement ligoter à la chaise et avait perdu toute liberté de mouvement. Tout ce qu'il pouvait faire, c'était tourner la tête en direction de son capitaine qui affichait à présent un sourire goguenard, prenant visiblement un certain plaisir à son impuissance. Juste à côté d'elle, Mal arborait une expression similaire, ce qui était encore plus frustrant pour Harry. Pourquoi fallait-il que le seul moment où ces deux-là tombaient d'accord, ce soit à ses dépends ? Il n'avait rien fait ! Rien qui ne méritait d'être ligoté à une chaise et menacé de se prendre des coups sur le visage en tout cas.

— Je suis innocent ! s'exclama Harry. Vous n'avez aucune preuve contre moi !

Le poing de Mal jaillit devant lui, frôla sa joue et son oreille et s'abattit sur le dossier de la chaise, la faisant basculer en arrière. Avec une agilité et une habitude certaine, elle bloqua le bas du siège avec son pied, l'empêchant de tomber totalement à la renverse. Harry se retrouva  penché en arrière de force, dans une position d'autant plus inconfortable que le visage de Mal se trouvait à quelques centimètres du sien, dominateur et menaçant.

— Tu sais exactement ce que tu as fait, Hook, gronda-t-elle avec colère. Tu as empiété sur mon territoire. Et ne prétends pas que ce n'est pas toi, tu as signé avec ton nom, imbécile !

Harry grimaça. Ouais, peut-être qu'il avait fait ça. Et peut-être que, effectivement, cela n'avait pas été le moment le plus intelligent de sa vie. Mais...mais c'était l'expression de sa créativité la plus sincère ! Elles devraient le savoir !

— L'art ne respecte aucune frontière et aucune limite de territoire, répondit-il simplement, d'un ton calme et même un peu philosophique.

Cela ne fit que décupler la colère de Mal qui redressa violemment la chaise et lui asséna un coup de genou dans le ventre.

— Tu es volontairement venu devant MON repère pour y dessiner un horrible graffiti de poulpe armé d'un crochet, avec un milliard de cœurs autour. C'est de la pure provocation, et le pire, c'est que c'est de la provocation de mauvais goût !

Harry ne put s'empêcher de ricaner, repensant à la beauté de son œuvre. Un sourire fier aux lèvres, il plongea ses yeux dans ceux de Mal, qui brillaient d'un vert menaçant. Mais cela n'avait aucun effet sur le garçon, qui continua de sourire avec satisfaction. Après tout, la provocation était sa spécialité.

— C'est l'expression de mon amour, susurra-t-il. Tu es en colère parce que tu es jalouse de ne jamais avoir rien fait de tel pour ta princesse.

Peut-être qu'il n'aurait pas dû dire ça. Il le réalisa au moment où les yeux verts étincelèrent de malfaisance, et n'eut pas le temps de réagir, même pas pour appeler Uma au secours, que le poing de Mal s'abattit sur lui, en plein milieu de son visage, lui écrasant le nez dans un craquement étourdissant. Le sang jaillit en même temps que la douleur, et, aveuglé le temps d'un instant, Harry ne vit pas l'interaction entre les deux filles, mais il l'entendit très distinctement.

— BORDEL MAL, JE T'AVAIS DIT PAS LE VISAGE !

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Contatto, bozzetto ideativo per l'opera pittorica realizzato presso l'area performance del Luccacomics&game 2017. MATITA SU CARTA

Contact, a sketch for the pictorial work made at the Luccacomics & Game 2017 Performance Zone. PENCIL ON PAPER

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Tea (Malvie)

"I thought you liked tea?"

Evie tilts her head, truly confused, while Mal crunches her nose, disgusted by this idea.

"I never liked tea, E. It's gross."

"But...since we met, you came at my house every sunday for afternoon tea. My mother was always appreciative of your punctuality and devotion for this ritual. I thought...I thought it was because you liked tea?"

Mal bursts out laughing, which wasn't the reaction Evie was waiting for. It only makes her even more confused.

"Mal?" she asks, slightly uspet to not understand.

"You really thought I was coming only for the tea?" her friend answers, her green eyes plunging into Evie's. "Really E ? That I was enduring your mother's incessant rambling about being a lady, education, how to find the perfect husband and whatever other shitty ideas *every* sunday only because I liked tea?"

Evie stays quiet for a moment, trying to make sense with these informations that, honestly, hasn't any. Mal looks at her with amusement, in her own kind of affectionate mockery.

"Was it for the pastries?" Evie tries to guess in a small voice, feeling ridiculous and dumb.

Mal smiles at her, softened by her naivety and starts to approach her.

"No, it wasn't for the pastries either. Even if your mother's strawberry pies are delicious, they never were my first motivation."

"Why then?" Evie squeales, her heart racing while Mal's face is only a few inches from hers.

"For you. I drank tons and tons of liters of tea only because that was the only way I had to see you."

And at the moment Mal's lips meet hers, Evie can't stop herself to think they taste like strawberry pie, but better.

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Lonely (Mal & Evie)

Mal is a light sleeper. It isn't unusual for her to wake up at sounds that aren't supposed to disturb any people's sleep.

That night, it was the noise of someone shifting in a bed, making the sheets rub, that cut her out of her sleep to stare at the darkness of the room.

She waits a few seconds, then hears it again, like a proof her roommate isn't asleep.

"Evie ?" she calls, her voice half muffed by her pillow.

Evie isn't a light sleeper. Probably because she grew up in a castle, alone, with no one to disturb her nights. They weren't sharing a room for long, but Mal know Evie's sleep is quiet and deep. Her friend isn't the kind of person who move all night, except if she is awake.

"I'm sorry," Evie's gentle voice answers. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Mal snorts quietly. Of everything that can wake her up, Evie is far from the worst.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

"Yeah."

It's an affirmative answer, but Mal isn't fooled. Evie's voice is way too small and...empty ?

"Are you sure?"

It's not like Mal is worried or anything. It's just that she wants to go back to sleep and she can't if Evie keeps shifting in her bed.

When she doesn't get any answer, Mal sits in her own bed, looking at her friend. Her eyes had time to adjust with the darkness of the room, and she can now see Evie lying on her pillow, eyes fully opens, lost in the void.

"E?"

Evie's head moves slightly and really Mal isn't worried but it doesn't seem normal.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"I can't," Evie muttered. "I tried but...I don't know. I just can't."

Mal quirks an eyebrow.

"Are you okay?" she asks again.

"I'm not sure. I don't really feel good."

"Like what? Are you sick?"

"Not really. I'm just...sad. Does it happen to you sometimes? Just feeling sad and lonely, without any reason?"

This time, Mal doesn't answer. She knows the feeling. She also knows she usually deal with it by replacing it with another, easier to handle, like anger, bitterness or even rage. Then she just got out and punches everything she can, just to forget how sad and lonely she can feel sometimes.

But Evie can't do that. Evie is kind and sweet. She probably never punch anything in her life, locked in her castle, more lonely and trapped in her own mind that Mal will ever be.

"Do you...," Mal stops, not sure of what she wants to offer. Evie is looking at her, waiting for the question without even curiosity, and Mal's heart tightens weirdly because really she isn't worried, she isn't, but it's so wrong to see Evie like that. She has to do something, right? So she takes a breath and stops thinking. "Do you want me to come sleep with you? In your bed? So you won't be alone anymore. Even if I'm already right here, you know."

How could she know? Mal herself doesn't know what she is saying. It's just dumb. She's dumb.

But Evie doesn't seem to find it dumb because she tilts her head, looking at her, and Mal is almost sure she sees a smile.

"If it's not a problem for you, I'd really appreciate it," Evie whispers softly.

Mal grabs her pillow and jumps out of her bed in a second.

Of course it isn't a problem.

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(It's my side blog)

It's so perfect I love it !!!! Thank you ♥ ♥ ♥ Don't worry, I should have just requested Mal + Evie + a milkshake, that's all I really needed and I'm so happy, thaaaaanks ♥

Mevie milkshake date 💋💕

Requested by @petitealchimiste sorry if it isn’t exactly to your specifications, but I hope it’s still to your liking!

If anyone has any requests feel free to ask!

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Fictober 2019

Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober19. Let’s see your creativity!

“It will be fun, trust me.”

“Just follow me, I know the area.”

“Now? Now you listen to me?”

“I know you didn’t ask for this.”

“I might just kiss you.”

“Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

“No, and that’s final.”

“Can you stay?”

“There is a certain taste to it.”

“Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.”

“It’s not always like this.”

“What if I don’t see it?”

“I never knew it could be this way.”

“I can’t come back.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Listen. No, really listen.”

“There is just something about them/her/him.”

“Secrets? I love secrets.”

“Yes, I admit it, you were right.”

“You could talk about it, you know?”

“Change is annoyingly difficult.”

“We could have a chance.”

“You can’t give more than yourself.”

“Patience… is not something I’m known for.”

“I could really eat something.”

“You keep me warm.”

“Can you wait for me?”

“Enough! I heard enough.”

“I’m doing this for you.”

“I’m with you, you know that.”

“Scared, me?”

This event is open to all fanfiction and original fiction.

Start October the First. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober19. Please state if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom at the top. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.

Go forth and write!

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My friend made this for me and it's just so perfect I had to share. Hope you'll love it as much as I do ♥