#flash fic event

[mostlymaudlin]

Andrew had shit to do this afternoon, but for the past hour, he’s been trapped in a beanbag chair by Neil’s sleeping body weight. He doesn’t even have the remote in reaching distance, so he can’t change the channel away from ESPN.

Neil — whose legs are across Andrew’s lap — is going to be so mad when Andrew fails his sociology paper and gets kicked off the team because their captain couldn’t locate his own mattress.

Whatever. Neil’s head is on his shoulder, so Andrew amuses himself by wrapping a particularly ringlet-y curl of Neil’s around his finger and stretching it, letting it spring back into place again and again. Neil’s arm is draped loosely over Andrew’s middle, so Andrew keeps two fingers pressed to his wrist, lulled into patience by the steady beat of Neil’s pulse.

Suddenly, Neil twitches. A short, startled whine punches out of parted lips, muffled against Andrew’s collarbone.

“Neil,” Andrew says firmly, and Neil curls in toward the sound of his voice, fingers gripping at the fabric of Andrew’s shirt.

“Baby gator bit my ankle,” Neil mumbles.

Andrew, who had been steeling himself for the resurgence of a gory memory or a dream-induced panic attack, finds himself huffing in amusement.

“No, it didn’t,” Andrew says.

The tension bleeds out of Neil immediately.

“Oh,” he says, and then his breathing evens out once again.

When Andrew looks up, Kevin’s imperious face is on the screen — ESPN has decided to torture Andrew with a segment on the National Exy League’s star rookie. Andrew sighs, rests his cheek on the top of Neil’s head, and resigns himself to the reality of the moment.

[umlewis]

📷 @.eyesmag / instagram

[hedwig221b]

💜 KEEPING THE BALANCE 🖤

Stereks, cumrades, my precious pumpkins!

From 24th to 26th of November @sterekyrround will be hosting the Keeping the Balance event, in which I am participating!

25th of November - 01.00 pm EST

My main DARK story for the prompt "Void Stiles and Feral Derek". I'm talking canon divergence, unhinged Stiles, monsterfucking, it's DELICIOUS 🖤 🍬 🔥

26th of November - 07.00 pm EST

Bonus DARK story - Historical, angsty, non-traditional ABO. It's a bodice ripper with blood splatters all over it 💋🫀🖤

Y'all better mark your calendars, folks... I wrote over 50k of the juiciest sterek for you, my insatiable doves. I know what you want 😏

Don't make me crawl inside your walls...

[touyasdoll]

Love can be a lot of things. It can be fun & invigorating or it can be awful & devastating. It can also be wildly unpredictable. There's no shortage of up & downs, twists & turns, highs & lows; you name it.

Love is a fickle thing, because humans are fickle creatures. There's no love story that exists that's completely linear and you certainly won't find any of that here.

Love is messy and oftentimes all-consuming, so take a deep breath, let go of expectations, and dive into the chaos 💕

This event features four separate stories chronicling tales of passion between individuals who probably should steer clear of each other, but can't seem to help themselves, so they hurtle towards disaster together—all in the name of love. Or lust.

Fics are not subject to change, but dates are, so I'm not gonna promise any hard dates & these will just drop intermittently over the next few weeks couple months.

Masterlist & summaries are below the cut 💕

Why Are You Here? - rockstar!Touya x ex-girlfriend!reader

You and Touya have a history. One that isn't always pleasant to look back on, yet you can't seem to keep away from each other. You often find yourselves bumping into one another at the places you used to haunt together. Both of you know that it's never exactly accidental, so how long can you carry on this way?

Like a Sister - Bakugou x best friend's sister!reader

Bakugou has always had a massive crush on you, Kirishima's adopted younger sister. Little does he know, you've always known and you're tired of dropping subtle hints, so you decide to go for it one day and show him irrefutable proof that you're interested in him too.

Toxic Valentine - Hawks x villain!reader

Hawks has always been a hero first and a person second. His job comes before anything—even himself. So why can't he ever bring himself to catch you for good? He keeps letting you slip right through his fingers, just so that he can chase you again. Just so he can feel alive for once.

Love is a Game - established!Hawks x reader x Dabi (not poly)

You understand the lengths that your boyfriend has to go to in order to do his job, so you're well aware of his involvement with Dabi. You know that the two of them have been hooking up for some time now, all in the hopes of him gaining the criminal's trust. Now, Keigo knows it's a risky idea, but he can't help but to imagine what it might be like to share you with the infamous villain and you're willing to help him bring his fantasies to life. What could go wrong? It's just a one time thing, right?

[dc-merging-families-weekend]

Prompt Submission is now open!!

Its March 9th and time for our prompt submissions to begin.

The prompts submission are now open and receiving input until March 19TH. Go ahead and tell us what you want to write or read here.

[ginneke]

Flash Fiction Friday - #213: "Ten Years Later."

@flashfictionfridayofficial has released today's prompt and I've been ~inspired~.

—

I wrote an AU of my own AU, 'A Seed of Song', in which -- ten years after the Calamity -- a juvenile Rito tries to learn more about her Hylian dad, guided by her dead father's diary.

Told in reverse chronology. 1k words exactly in GDocs.

—

And The Time Has Flown

Characters: The Chick (A Seed of Song), Aryll, Purah (mentioned), Impa, Sidon, Revali (posthumous)

—

"The Director told me you're here. That you're healing. 

"...Are you? I'm not doubting her! But— Are you really gonna wake up? 

"...Are you really my father?

"Nobody can tell me. But if you are… Please. Come back. Come back."

—

"Hi! Um. I'm looking for Lady Purah?"

Aryll pauses and looks the little Rito girl over. She doesn't seem much taller than an eight-year-old, and her russet-and-cream feathers are in substantial disarray from a long, hard flight. 

"The Director?" 

The little girl nods. Her eyes flash with hope.

 "You want that big building up the hill, then," Aryll says, pointing the way, and tries not to smile at the flicker of dismay on the girl's face that soon turns into grim determination.

"Thanks."

"You'll have a hard time getting up there, you know," Aryll calls after the child as she starts hopping away up the path/ Her legs are only little. "It’s late. I'll be running supplies up there tomorrow morning. You're welcome to stay with..."

- us, she almost says, but that's not right anymore. It's just Aryll in that old house across the Firly, after Gramps passed away and Ma went out hunting and never came back, and Nanna didn't wake up one morning, and—

And Dad and Link both died, far away from home, when the Calamity came.

“You promise?”

The girl says it with such suspicion that Aryll has to laugh. “Promise.”

She beckons for the Rito girl to follow. As they near the bridge, she thinks to ask, “What's your name?

The girl chirps out, “I’m—"

—

"...I see."

The child fidgeted from one foot to the other. "Do you... believe me?"

Truthfully, it is quite the wild and incredulous tale. If she hadn't been an unwitting witness to some small part of the tale, she might not have believed it.

But Impa had found herself cast as a silent intermediary, letting Link's letters slip out of the castle with minimal disturbance and no eyes but her own setting sight on their contents.

Champion Revali's replies had been scarcer, and neither side had given much indication of the regard that might imply a shared parental duty, but...

Purah told her, just once, of the champion's chick. Her older sister had always enjoyed keeping secrets. It would come as no surprise if Purah knew something more.

So Impa puts her doubts aside for now, and tells the child what she knows, and sets her on the path towards Purah.

...And that evening, when the shadows fall and the village turns still, Impa walks to the island where the Goddess Statue stands and prays Link might wake and return to them soon.

For Princess Zelda's sake, and for this child who calls herself his.

—

This year, Gaddison is chosen to wield the Ceremonial Trident. Not for the first time, Prince Sidon longs to be bigger. Then he might be the one to carry it instead.

He's distracted anyway. There's a Rito perched on the cliffside the entire time, though they don't make any move to approach, watching the subdued ceremony in silence and shifting only when Laflat steps forward and sings the song that Sidon hates them singing.

By the time the festival ends, and Sidon manages to glance up at the cliffside again, the Rito has gone.

He tracks them to a pond, south of the Veiled Falls, and finds them sitting at the edge of the water, a book in their wings and a bow set within reach.

They are - she is - singing. But it's not the simple version, the way Laflat sang it: it's Mipha's version, and Queen Sela's before her, with a few unknown turns that speak of another voice that passed it on.

Sidon picks up on all of that, but he can't make sense of it. "How do you know that?"

The Rito snaps her book shut, guilty. "I — my dad sang it to me when I first hatched."

"...You're a Rito," Sidon points out.

"Um. Yeah?"

Rito don't marry Zora. Do they? Maybe there's something he doesn't know. "How was your dad a Zora?"

"They... weren't? They were Rito. And Hylian. He's the one who sang to me. My uncle said he was a knight in service to Hyrule's princess..." 

That's wrong. She's wrong. Princess Zelda only had one sworn knight. Everyone says so. And he was...

"The Hylian Champion was gonna be my sister's husband," Sidon tells her with certainty. His father says it's true, and all the councillors believe it too, even if they hate Hylians now. "You're mistaken."

It's the wrong thing to say. The Rito girl flies into a rage. "I'm not lying," she shrieks, "you're lying!" 

"You're wrong!" Sidon yells back. "Why would my sister have made him that armor if they weren't…"

Everyone says it! Mipha loved Link. Mipha wanted to marry Link. So why does this girl think she can barge in and say otherwise?

But she flies off before Sidon can say so, winging her way south, away from Zora's Domain. Well. Good riddance, Muzu would say.

...He still feels bad about it. If he sees her again, he'll try to say sorry.

—

He keeps talking about giving her a name.

No matter that I've told him she has a name, and it's only a sad quirk of his biology that he can't say it. How else would she recognise when I'm talking to her? Really. She doesn't need a Hylian name yet.

—

...Loath as I am to concede the point, he might - inadvertently - have one.

And the name he suggested wasn't that unacceptable...

I wonder if she ever felt this way when I was young. Probably not: the way people speak of her, she thought herself invincible.

I should thank her for that lesson, at least. No warrior is invincible. Any battle might be our last. I knew that, but...

It took until now for me to understand it.

Yes. That name will do. I'll tell him when we meet at Mt. Lanayru…

[umgeorge]

📷 @.lilly__b1 / tiktok

[nortaeventcouncil]

Red Queen Flash Fic Fridays!

February 2nd, 9th, 16th, and 23rd. Prompts go up at 12 PM EST the Thursday Before

What is a flash fic?

Flash fiction is a genre of writing characterized by its short length. Flash fiction can range from a few words to a thousand, but it's truly all subjective. Think drabbles and one-shots and you're on the right track!

Rules: 

Use common sense. (no excessive nudity, gore, violence etc.)

 Be respectful, don't rude to other contributors/ creators, and treat characters with respect too!

Tag your works properly!

To be featured: 

You can be featured in a few ways:

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use the tag #rq flash fic fridays

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If your work has not been reblogged within 24 hours, please message either blog mentioned above. 

Please post all of your works on tumblr, or links to your works on tumblr

[umlewis]

📷 @.ms_kuan / instagram

[egipci]

re: your flash-fic 'tutorial' (lol), I'm curious: what was "the sentence" that sparked your last few fics? (your choice)

do they normally survive until the final draft?

hello dear friend <3 so I would say a lot of the time "the sentence" ends up being the first or last sentence of a story, but sometimes it goes somewhere in the middle, especially in a longer piece, in which case I'm kinda stuck until I find another sentence to go first. A lot of the time for a flash I need both the first and the last sentence before I even start writing, so I have a general sense of the sound of the story. And I really try to make sure it survives, but it doesn't always happen, in which case it lives somewhere in my drafts until I write a new story for it (if I actually remember, but the good ones tend to stick around!)

So like, for "Vertigo," I'd already had the first sentence playing around in my mind for a long time, and I actually lifted it from a Mary POV fic I was working on (that sentence is sort of a madlib of a first sentence I really like from a Kathryn Davis short story-- which is a great way to come up with "sentences"). And then a final sentence came to me, which according to my gdoc history is

"But then you turned your head up to the sky, so I looked up, and it was huge and black, super-infinite."

I really really wanted the last word to be "super-infinite." I was very much in a John Donne mood (cf. fleas and mysterious bitey things in this story and in "Chorus"). I played around with all variations of "the sky was black and it was super-infinite," and "it was black and super-infinite," and "it was huge and black and super-infinite," "black, super-infinite" etc. for probably way too long. There was a weird discordant thing going on where I didn't necessarily want to write this story in first person, but that last line demanded it. And then by the time I'd finished the bulk of the story that line had to go, in part because of logical/practical concerns, e.g. how are they looking at each other if they sky is black? but also because it didn't sound right. First-person can very easily veer on excessively sentimental, and a fic context is doubly perilous because we know how the characters talk (not that 1st person fic has to sound like a monologue off the show or anything, but you know). And so it was cut, but having it as scaffolding was really helpful for me to figure out that I wanted that stargazing moment and the feeling of smallness that comes with that, which (hopefully) is more subtly translated in "to feel us so small again..."

For "Chorus" the "sentence" was also the first sentence, which had been floating around in a j/d draft since like, May 2022. It was initially "we hung from the rafters" (which now that I think about it could have worked, "We hang from the rafters and we watch," but I guess I liked the rhythm of those first four sentences more: "We watch from the rafters. It’s dusk. He’s in love. We send him home."

For "Miles Ahead" the sentence was that opening fragment and the last line as a unit. "What I was trying to tell you---" came first and I played around with it for a while until I got "is I’ll take you anywhere," and then all the stuff in the middle (the interruption/flashback) came in after. Needless to say, many many hours were spent agonizing over "I'll take you anywhere" vs. "I'd take you anywhere," but I liked the tense-trickery of the first one more.

For this (older) flash, the sentence was the (incredibly baroque lol) final phrase that had been on my mind for a while -- "quiet for little Sammy sleeping, then vigil for little Sammy gone"-- and the whole story is basically written to get to it.

In "Dubuque" (which started off as a flash) the sentence was the first sentence: "In the space of three hours that no-good son of a bitch Lee Webb had Dean swaying on his feet," but the reason the story ended up going further was this bit in the middle: "fingertips over strong muscle loving him and loving the weight of him. Loving his danger. His masculinity," which felt excessive to throw in in a flash.

But like, sometimes the sentence is not a sentence and just more of a story structure I want to play with. This story from earlier this year stalled for a couple of days after I nailed the opening until I remembered Jamaica Kincaid's "Girl," so that inspired the structure there. This birthday story has no stand-out "sentence," I just liked the rhythm of "Dad said and Dean said and Sam said," etc. (Though just now I'm noticing the sentence is basically the whole story!)

[lockwood-fic-recs]

we've been here before

by dappledleaves on ao3

Rating: T | Category: F/M | Relationship: George/Lucy

The moment is already buffering, repeating itself. Playing out again, but different. Backwards. A scrambled sound reaches her ears – George unspeaking his words like the reversing of a tape – and then she's back at the start.

(Lucy's stuck in a time loop. She lets it run.)

[dc-merging-families-weekend]

Just a few more days for Prompts

Prompts submissions close on March 19th, that means just 3 more days for you to put in all your exciting thoughts. Add your favorites here, can't wait to see everyone's great ideas. Voting will open early April.

[ace-cf-cups]

I'm curious (and want to somehow make my writing routine more fun in hopes it will help ke write consistently), what are the alliterated weekly writing trends/events that you know of?

I mean things like TMI Tuesday, WIP Wednesday, Flash Fic Friday, Sentence Sunday...

[asteria-argo]

Some people are allergic to nuance in fiction and insist on making that my problem by being very confidently wrong in public

[goldenbi]

Folger’s Flash 72 - Holiday edition ❄️☕ A multi-fandom incest flash exchange.

🎉Signups are now OPEN🎉 Our signature incest roast is ready to brew. Signup to join in our 72 hours flash exchange and get a taste! ☕️ Signup here http://ao3.org/collections/FolgersFlashDec23/signups/new ⏰ Countdown to signups CLOSING https://tinyurl.com/3de9h9wj

✮Sign-Ups close midnight December 13 2023 Eastern Standard Time✮

Guidelines from the caard:

"This is an 18+ profic event! We believe that fictional incest between fictional characters is harmless and encourage those uncomfortable with the subject to protect themselves, block and move on.

✮Holiday themed prompts aren't required but are encouraged!

✮All content is welcome, so long as it is correctly and clearly tagged. Due to the sensitive nature of the theme of the exchange, celebrity and RPF will not be permitted.

✮As this is a fandom event, works must be from an existing fandom. This means we will allow slash reader or original characters to be included, but not original works.

✮Creations may be SFW or NSFW, explicit content isn't required, the only requirement is that your request and the works you create feature an incest ship as the main pairing.

✮As this is a flash event with a short creation period, the minimum requirement for fanfic works is 300 words, with a suggested maximum of 1200 words. The minimum requirement for fanart works is a lined sketch, with a suggested maximum of flat colors or shading. Works are allowed to exceed the suggested maximum requirements at the creator's discretion.

AI generated work is strictly prohibited.

✮SIGNING UP✮✮

Your request MUST include a DNW list so that we can facilitate matching. ✮Given the time frame we suggest keeping your prompts short and simple. Do you prefer Canon or AU? Do you enjoy angst, fluff, or somewhere in between? Do you prefer your ships with a certain dynamic? What are your favorite tropes (only one bed, fake dating, wrong number, tinder hookup, etc.)? ✮Requests must be romantic pairings. (This means they must have the "/" tag, NOT the "&" tag.) ✮We recommend requesting and offer a pairing (or pairings) for 3 separate fandoms to ensure a match, as unmatchable sign up will be deleted. ✮Due to the short length of the creation period, there will be no pinch hitters for this event, however treats are always welcome and all request will be visible after assignments go out.

✮Use the hashtag #folgersflash72 on Twitter when works are revealed to share and enjoy the exchange works.✮"

(Note: I am not running this fest just telling tumblr about it since it's a twitter fest!)