#One paragraph challenge

[dcxdpdabbles]

One paragraph challenge: Tim approaches Bruce about a problem involving Danny

Bruce is not expecting Tim to barge into his WE office in the middle of the day nor is he expecting his son to snap out orders that has all the blinds closing, the locks springing on and the sound canceling equipment to activate. He straightens up, believing his son is about to relay a message that may or may not doom the world. Tim certainly looks serious enough to warrent worry. He feels his heart far near his ankles as Tim crosses his leg over the other and stares at him like Tim is ready to take on Death. "B, I need Brucie Wayne's expertise. How do I get pretty boys to follow me to my bedroom?"

[muppetscholar]

Maurice // Good Luck Babe - Chappell Roan

[mxtxfanatic]

Alright, so I have good news and bad news: the bad news is that I’m gonna be pausing the comparison posts for a bit, possibly a week if not longer to work on a Hua Cheng bday thing. The good news is that the ghost bridegroom arc edits have a twist that I absolutely think y’all should actually read, so I’m thinking about putting it up for y’all!

[mrpenguinpants]

you ever just read your wips from an outsiders perspective and once you’re done, you think, “wow, I really hope the author finishes this,”only to realize you’re the author that needs to finish this.

[bradleysass]

merlin microfic challenge - Feb 19th - wc: 451 - @aemelia

The annual flower festival in Camelot was a grand affair, a time when the kingdom shed its armor and adorned itself with blossoms instead. Stalls lined the streets, overflowing with garlands, wreaths, and vibrant bouquets. Children weaved flowers into their hair, and knights found themselves roped into friendly competitions of flower arranging—not that they would ever admit to enjoying it. Arthur, of course, wanted no part in it. Or at least, that’s what he claimed.

"You've been standing here for a while," Gwen noted, arms crossed as she watched him hover near a stall filled with delicate wildflowers. Arthur cleared his throat. "I'm merely observing," he said stiffly. Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Observing how to make a flower crown?" Arthur scowled. "Be quiet, Guinevere." But she only laughed, patting his arm before leaving him to his ridiculous task. Arthur sighed, glancing around to ensure no one was watching before he reached for the flowers. It had to be perfect—he didn’t even know why he cared so much. It wasn’t like Merlin would appreciate it. No, he’d probably laugh in that infuriating way of his, teasing Arthur for being sentimental. Still, Arthur wove the flowers together, brow furrowed in deep concentration. His fingers, more accustomed to sword hilts than petals, fumbled through the task, but he refused to give up. By the time he finished, the festival was in full swing. Music played in the streets, and people danced beneath garlands hanging from balconies. Arthur found Merlin easily enough—he always did. The warlock was leaning against a pillar, laughing at something Gwaine had said. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, his smile bright even in the golden light of the festival lanterns. Arthur rolled his eyes at himself. This was ridiculous. He had better things to do. But before he could change his mind, he strode forward, shoved the flower crown onto Merlin’s head, and cleared his throat. "There," he said gruffly. "You looked ridiculous without it." Merlin blinked, reaching up to touch the crown, his fingers brushing over the carefully woven petals. His expression softened, lips curving into something unreadable—something warm. "You made this?" Merlin asked, tilting his head as if Arthur had just done something profoundly impossible. Arthur scoffed. "Of course not. It just—someone left it, and I thought, since you’re already the most ridiculous person I know, you might as well look the part." Merlin chuckled, but there was something different about it this time. His blue eyes were far too knowing. "Right. Of course." He didn’t take it off. Arthur turned away before Merlin could say anything else, but the warmth in his chest stayed with him for the rest of the festival.

[peaches2217]

How about 90 and 85 for Mario and Luigi for the prompt challenge?

90: “Remember when we were little?” + 85: “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

"Hey'ey'ey," Mario called from the kitchen before Luigi had so much as touched the doorknob, "it's cold outside! Take my jacket."

He had a second set of eyes, Luigi was convinced, embedded into the back of his head and cleverly camouflaged within his thicket of unruly curls. He scoffed affectionately. "Okay, Mamma."

"Was that supposed to be some kind of a burn? It's an honor to be like Mamma!" Mario stepped out of the kitchen to join his brother in the foyer as he spoke, his sleeves still rolled to his elbows and an apron stained with sauce still tied around his waist. He hardly even looked at Luigi as he nabbed his faded red jacket from the coat hanger, and, without another word, tossed it over the taller brother's shoulders.

Luigi could fit into Mario's clothes just fine, if not perfectly; they were both too short and too large, swallowing him whole despite barely even reaching his hips. It wasn't too cold tonight. He wouldn't protest. "Nah," he laughed, letting Mario guide his arms into the jacket's arm holes, "you're worse than Mamma."

"As if that's my fault," Mario teased right back, hands flecked with odd spices fumbling at the jacket's zipper. "Remember when we were little? You wore my jacket more than I did!"

"And you'd think at least one of us never grew up. Still treating your baby bro like a helpless lil' bambino all these years later, honestly."

Mario's head snapped up and his hands fell from the half-zipped jacket, and Luigi realized, looking into his widened eyes, that he thought he was being serious. Mario's hovering didn't come from a place of distrust or infantilization. That was just how he was. That was how he showed love.

Luigi's grin brightened as he zipped the rest of the way up. He wouldn't trade that quirk for the world. "Oh, quit looking guilty and get back to making dinner. We're both gonna wither away standing around here."

Mario's uncertainty melted away, and he grinned right back, reaching up to ruffle Luigi's hair. "I'll have your plate ready by the time you get back."

"You'd better!" With a quiet laugh and an exchange of Ti voglio benes, Luigi tugged the jacket's hood over his head and stepped out into the darkness of the evening.

[taegularities]

regarding: colour me in – gonna have to fighttttt myself tmrw to not chicken out of posting this chapter PLSSSS

[dallonwrites]

REVELATIONS, REVELATIONS - WIP intro

[ revelations, revelations by @dallonwrites / kevin laminto / erica e. goode / @/negaversace / revelations, revelations / mateus campos felipe / jay hulme / amatullah bourdon / tony detroit / revelations, revelations ]

disclaimer: this is my own original work

Genre: Literary Fiction Setting: San Francisco, 1985-1986 Aesthetics: saltwater, moon reflections in lakes, big empty houses, stained glass windows, blue hour, disco nights, night time city ambience, streetlights, swimming pools, the moon, blurry film photos, cold coffee, cigarettes, diners at night, birthday cake Essential Songs From The Playlist: Modern Talking - Cheri Cheri Lady / Shannon - Let the Music Play / Madonna - Material Girl / Patti Smith - Because the Night / Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy / Tears for Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule the World / Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want to Have Fun / Diana Ross - Upside Down / Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) / Sade - Smooth Operator / The Buggles - Video Killed the Radio Star Deals With: Christian trauma + fundamentalism, faith, sibling relationships, childhood trauma, girlhood into womanhood, queerness and being closeted, AIDS crisis, toxic fathers, absent mothers Summary: Twins Dorothy and Felix have little memories of a time before their upbringing in a tiny, gated Christian fundamentalist community, and even less memories of their mother. As isolated children they retreated into each other and, even as they get older and began having separate experiences of their religion, and as their father hurt one of them with his distance and the other with his closeness, they still promised to one day escape together. But as their community grew sinister, and their rejection of it escalated into a violence and shared trauma they can't tell anyone else of, a rift formed: Dorothy's anger and resentment grew; Felix retreated further into faith to try and remedy himself. Dorothy escaped, and Felix didn't follow. When they reunite three years later, Felix will do anything to make it up to his sister. The return of an old habit of breaking into family homes to see what they could've had, and Dorothy's fixation on a man she believes reflects all the pain her old religion caused her, sees them fall back into the same co-dependency and co-destruction they wanted to escape. Amongst all this, they separately experience intense, unstable relationships, and a fragile friendship group that reaches breaking point when people start to get sick. Trying to understand their bond as adults, their placement in their community, and attempts to escape their past sees them fall right back into it, leaving the question of whether they can separate themselves from their trauma - or each other - at all.

If you've been around you already know about this one. She's basically the source of my special interest and whilst I would love to finish her one day, she's also just my special baby and I love getting to shape her over and over again. That being said in the last year I've found myself much more settled in the story and I think! It is starting to really come to life!

This is part of a wider ~series~, which is to say I have a special interest and cannot stop writing novels about the same characters, usually in the same setting. My other WIP, Lover Boy, is set in the same storyline and covers the years after. These are all personal projects that I work on at my own slow pace, but I talk about them a lot!

[dcxdpdabbles]

One paragraph challenge: Danny has met his father's college best friend. Now he gets to meet his mother's college best friend who just so happens to be a billionaire and living a double life as well.

Maddie drives them to meet up with her old college roommate/ best friend. Danny has heard all his life about this best friend, even though he's never met the man. He only knew three facts about him: His mom used to rent a co-ed house with him and three other people back in college, Danny's dad didn't like him, and he sent ridiculously expensive gifts every gift giving holiday. He was expecting someone rich, but when his mom pulled up to stop in front of a house with a grinning man waiting in the driveway, his mouth still dropped in shock as Lex Luther greeted his mother with a hug and cheek kisses.

[hanayotta]

the amount of metaphors used for every little details in this novel puts my favorite fanfiction authors to shame

[makotonaegiunderstander]

do you ever go do autism crazy for something you can feel it in ur chest. like it’s hard to breathe almost it’s making you gasp for breath and jump around physically. got an adrenaline rush thinking abt Kirigiri.

[taraxippos]

This 1,336,866 word The Beatles fanfiction is my white whale

[nemmet]

Nem what do you think of the movie scooby-doo ! Shaggy's showdown (2017)

i love it, definitely a favourite of mine!! it has its pacing issues and the animation is a little rougher than usual, but it more than makes up for those things with the story, setting, monster and character moments!!

i love both this film and the phantosaur for the focus & little character arcs they give to shaggy in terms of his confidence!! his instant bond with tawny is so sweet, and it's interesting to see how he grapples with the dapper jack legend. speaking of dapper jack, he's one of if not my favourite scooby movie monster. everything about him from his design to his backstory is so fascinating and well thought out!! the twist regarding him gets me every time!!!!

the side characters are also great fun - i especially love buddy g, his sister who is trans because i said so, their parents and the guy who does every job around the ranch. and the gang themselves have some super fun moments to boot - shaggy's natural talent at being a cowboy, fred's complete lack of talent at being a cowboy (press f for his sprained ankle), scooby letting buddy g ride on his back, daphne getting so excited over her cowgirl outfit, and velma's ICONIC hatred of el kabong.

just a super fun movie all around with a uniquely wholesome energy to it, helped by a strong cast and a great mystery with a fun twist!!

in conclusion:

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

god i wish i could write like at all ever

[lunar-years]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 👀👀👀👀👀

A tinge of annoyance prickled over him; Roy could’ve fucking warned a person. Then, Jamie would have woken up in Richmond to the humming doorbell, Roy on his doorstep with a box of chelsea buns. Suddenly that felt exactly like where he ought to be instead of here, and exactly what he ought to be doing instead of whatever this was: talking over the phone, trying, in lieu of even Roy's limited range of expressions, to pull meaning out from empty static. Facing the endless drive home alone, podcasts not enough to bat down swirling thoughts, and nothing to be done for it in the end but fill in the blanks with dreams of his own making, all the reasons Roy might have come to visit him that Jamie had no business hoping for.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

if you sent me a prompt from that list i rb'd last week (was it last week...? all the days mush together sometimes i stg) i just want you to know i tried and failed in writing drabbles, and instead am using an amalgamation of all (most) of the prompts that were sent in for a fic i'm currently working on. so thank you for your prompts i saw them and they inspired me and i love you and go drink some water and at this point this is just me rambling to keep from opening my word document back up fUCK ok gtg i'm supposed to be writing