#writober

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Day 11: Miku + Jigglypuff

It's day 11 of my pokemikuween event!

Time to post / write about my fav pair <3

Enjoy! 💖 💗 💕 💟

• They're so pinkalicious!

• Before and after a battle, they love to take selfies with their fans.

• Miku is always posting on her socials about how cute Jigglypuff is.

• Miku loves doing Jigglypuff's makeup.

• Together, they operate a pink blog.

• They are internet influencers.

• Bubblegum is their go-to flavor for anything. They also love to chew bubblegum and blow bubbles.

• Jigglypuff is always present in Miku's bag when she goes to school.

• They obtain their desires by innocently batting their lashes.

• Both are HIGHLY respected figures in the cute and kawaii community.

[lowat-golden-tower]

Didn't see any Writober prompts lists up in the tag yet so I figured I'd just whip one up myself so people can get to cracking and prepare!

Feel free to tackle and use these however you wish. If you do use it, please tag me! I want to see what everyone writes! :D Be it fandom-related or OC stuff.

Also please reblog and share this around so your followers can see! Spread the word! Spoopy month isn't just for art prompts! >:3 This one is alllll ours.

Though as a side note if you wish to utilize this as an art prompts list, have at it! :3c Just be sure to tag me still! I'm a slut for art.

[klausbens]

writober 2023 | DAY TWO · stump

Buggy is many things. The Clown, the Flashy Fool, the Genius Jester. A trainwreck waiting to happen, a bomb about to go off, always a step away from something that could either ruin him or make him whole again—or both, in no particular order. He’s abrasive, determined, rough around the edges, but he knows how to show people a good time. When he wants to. If he feels like it.

Buggy is many things, yes, and considerate is not one of them. He acts first, thinks later. Touches first, asks never. So that’s what he does now, with Shanks—he reaches out to grab at his stump, a mad glint in his blue eyes.

Part of him is expecting the other half of his arm to fly back to its owner, like his does all the time. Part of him hopes it will. Yet, it doesn’t. Shanks’ stump is just a stump, and there is no making it into something else.

And Buggy needs to know who.

Not who did this to him, that is irrelevant—at least for now. What Buggy needs to know is who was important enough for Shanks to lose an arm over. And after he knows, though he’ll never, ever ask, he needs to take them out himself.

Shanks doesn’t shake him off. As unnerving as ever, he simply waits for Buggy to be done. Lets him do whatever he needs to. He doesn’t wince or grimace as Buggy runs his fingers along freshly-healed skin. Instead, he looks at him with that unbearable, fond smile of his, the one that makes Buggy want to crawl out of his body.

A while later Buggy falls asleep against his chest, hating himself and Shanks and the whole entire world. He misses the weight of Shanks’ arms around him, keeping all of his pieces together as if the Chop Chop Fruit had never taken them apart.

When he wakes up to an empty bed, as per usual, Buggy hates even more fiercely. He hates, detests, loathes. He swears he’ll never fall for it again, knows without the shadow of a doubt that he will, and supposes that stump will come in handy then as well.

One less limb to worry about disentangling.

One less limb to greedily keep to himself until their next meeting.

One less limb for Buggy to feel around the mattress for, eyes closed and unseeing, heart full, heavy and ever so slightly more broken.

[watercolorfreckles]

Writober Prompts 2022

Hi! I was looking for Writober prompts to cherrypick from this year (im not capable of writing something every day lol but want to write something spooky this year!) and i couldnt really find anything. So i made one!

Anyone is free to use this! Please tag me if you do, so that I can see what you make!! You can use this as a one-per-day thing (now that its almost oct 6th, sorryyy) or just pick the ones you like.

I'd love to use it as an ask game! So send in a number to my inbox, and if I get an idea for it, I'll write it!

Have fun getting spoopy.

General Taglist: @pinned-to-the-wahl  , @valiantlytransparentwhispers  , @distance-does-not-matter  , @redbircl  , @lilaccatholic  , @crazytwentythrees  , @thelazywitchphotographer  , @chibicelloking  , @lolafaiy , @thinkwrite5  , @putridghost  , @tobeornottobeateacher  , @sunflower1000  , @bouncyartist  , @feyriddle  , @yet-another-heathen  , @silverwhisperer1  , @distractedlydistracted  , @pensivespacepirate  , @appleejuicee  , @deflated-bouncingball   @maybe-a-cat42  , @m0chik0furan  , @mercurymomentum , @fairysprinkless  , @vuvulia , @amongtheonedaisy , @rose-pinkie  , @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room  , @scorpio-smiles  , @inkygemuwu  , @wolfeyedwitch  , @thewhumpmeisterx3000  , @ikiiryo , @moonquires , @lem-hhn  , @fanastywhump  , @smallangryfish  , @ladybookworm  , @freefallingup13  , @acaiaforrest  , @a-blue-comedy  , @puppyaddict , @a-person-who-likes-musicals  , @talkingsperm  , @qualitychaoslover  , @deckofaces ,@7eselt

[afcleric]

Link Click Inktober 31/31 😈❤️🖤

All 31 Inktober-themed drabbles are done! Drabble collection based on Inktober prompts. Thanks to everyone who has been with me on this October journey, who has supported, commented, and put kudos. I hope these little stories have brought you joy! Happy Halloween!🎃

If you'd like to talk to me about Link Click or other fandoms, I'd love to see you here or on my Twitter.

[lostintheabssy]

I feel like I should start writing my fanfics here since Twitter keeps c0ckbl0cking me on my nsfw stuff... but I got writers block if yall see this give me requests I'm in the mood to write anything from one piece - sally face - strangerthings - It - scream if you want writing examples check my Twitter @sp0okyb1tch they're all in my pinned post

Minors DNI pls!

[allenbloom]

Day 15: Lento / Slow

Nothing grows overnight, that much is most certainty true for most things in this world.

Plants, depending on what they are and their living conditions, may take from a few weeks to a full year to bear anything resembling a fruit, and in the same way, some people’s relationships bloom fast, while other’s take their time.

Noah was a point of interest for her pretty much as soon as he came to know him. When she asked around, everyone said he was a lonely kid that was always surrounded by magpies, chasing away crows from the school grounds, talking to himself, superb at chemistry and physics, but incredibly messy when it came down to work on anything.

She approached him, and it hit her pretty early on that, when it came to relationships, he was slow.

It took him several days to relax around her, and to let her know more about Apollo, and magpies in general; he seemed as reliable about them as she was about the fungi and herbs around the forest, knowledgable and trustworthy when it came to this point of interest.

Noah was slow when it came to rely on other people, but she was glad she was being given the chance to know someone so interesting, even if it was at a slow pace.

If you liked what you read, feel free to check out the rest of the writober promps, and if you're feeling generous please consider supporting me on my ko-fi

[lesbianwriter]

👻Writober👻: 14. Secret

“It’s a secret.” Villain had whispered into Hero’s ear.

Hero could still feel the slickness of the blood on Villain’s face as she leaned close to Hero and smirked. She felt the horror as if she were still frozen in that moment, trapped inside a paused scene where even the bead of blood that dripped down the sharp point of the knife stopped in time.

But she couldn’t ignore how everybody was dying—and how it was definitely Villain’s fault. Someway, somehow Hero’s girlfriend had become a murderer.

She couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact that the same girl—the same girl that shared her lunch whenever Hero forgot and took her on romantic dates—was the same that had been covered in blood and gently swirled the knife over Hero’s skin, just light enough not to tear the skin.

Quietly, Hero climbed up the tree, grasping the ledge on Villain’s window. She’d climbed up this way many times, but Villain knew all the other times.

She hitched her leg over the side and crawled in through the window.

“Hero?” Villain raised an eyebrow, walking in through the bedroom door before Hero could hide. “What are you doing here?”

“I…came to visit you.” Hero’s mouth was a desert, her tongue scraping against the roof of her mouth like sandpaper. “What’s been happening with you lately?” Her smile wilted at the corners, but Villain didn’t comment. Instead, she shut the door and offered a smile of her own; a smile as sharp as a blade.

“Hero, you still aren’t bothered by what happened, are you?” Villain asked, stepping closer. She threw herself onto the bed and looked at Hero from upside down.

“It’s hard not to be bothered when your girlfriend murders somebody…many somebodies, actually.” Hero fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Okay, she wasn’t good at breaking and entering. Noted for later. If there’d even be a later—

“Tell me why.” Glaring, Hero demanded an answer.

Villain laughed. “It’s a secret.”

“We’ve never kept secrets before.”

“This is different. You wouldn’t love me if you knew.”

“What are you talking about?”

Villain kicked her legs and swung onto her feet. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Villain…tell me what’s going on. We’ve been together through everything—I can help you with whatever it is.” Hero stood up, grabbing Villain’s wrist before the other left.

This, when Villain smiled, there was a pair pointed teeth. “Really?” She pressed closer, the fangs getting closer, too. “Would you still say that if I sucked your blood?”

By instinct, Hero screamed as the fangs touched her skin, but Villain was quick in covering Hero’s mouth and pulling away with a giggle. “They’re not sharp enough for that yet. Don’t worry, darling.”

Heavily, Hero breathed in large gulps of air. It felt like there wasn’t enough.

The scene was almost silent—the crushing loudness of the silence a precipitous wave rippling through the room before crashing.

“I told you that you wouldn’t love me.” Villain wormed closer, pressing her hips into Hero as she pinned the human to the vanity. “I see the look in your eyes. You’re scared now that you know my secret.”

Hero shook her head, heart beating rapidly.

Was knowing Villain’s secret that worth it?

Villain turned her head, and she seemed to be sad for a moment before the emotion wiped away. “When I’m strong enough, I’ll turn you into a vampire. We can be together forever, Hero. Doesn’t that sound nice? Until then, I’ll pick off people…and by Halloween, I might be able to turn you.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, Hero tried to breathe in and relax despite the vampire atop of her.

But she was terrified.

Villain’s words were dark tendrils of smoke that curled its way into her mind, and they fumigated every crevice of her mind until all she could think about was blood. The blood on Villain’s mouth that night. The slick, warm wetness of the blood on Villain’s hands as she held onto her hands. The putrid idea of being the one covered in the blood—the vampire above the corpse. No.

She wouldn’t be like that.

But was it really a choice when she was stacked against a vampire? And more importantly than Villain being a vampire, she was her girlfriend.

It was horrifying, really, that Hero was watching the one she loved become infected by vampirism, but she didn’t think she was capable of driving the stake through her heart.

Even if Villain was driving one through her’s.

@a-pencil-wielder

[honey-tongued-devil]

⤝Writober - Day 4⤞

▶Writober Day 4 “This is where the magic happens” [Viktor]

↠English is not my first language ↠No use of "y/n", gn reader ↠TW: SFW, fluff, implied romanticism, during the timeskip ↠Character/s: gn reader, Viktor ↠wc: 550 words

▶“This is where the magic happens”

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You stare at the guy in front of you, busy fiddling with a heavy brass padlock. He doesn’t respond immediately, intent on nibbling on the inside of the cheek concentrated: he slides his fingers on the metal surface rhythmically to understand the arrangement of the small weights inside the lock, in a gesture so natural that you’re almost ashamed when you feel the blood rising to your face.

"Absolutely..." a firm wrist movement. "...not." 

Click.

The padlock opens with a small snap and the guy turns to look at you, the satisfied smile of those who haven't feared for a moment to fail in his intent. Viktor quickly stows the trinkets in a metal box -probably an old candy container- and opens the door of the workshop, turning a little friendly bow. You hesitate a few moments before stepping in, the dark room is illuminated only at some points by dim blue lights, such as clumsily fireflies hidden behind furniture and machinery of dubious nature.

The heavy door closes behind you and, in an almost mechanical gesture, the boy heads towards one of the light sources, lifting a rough, blue, small sphere that beats between the tapered fingers as if it was alive. 

"This is where the magic happens."

He sticks the gem in a small hole covered with circuits and the whole room lights up with a strong, blue light. Immediately you feel the skin hit by a static feeling, the hair of the arms go straight and your hair, suddenly light, follows your movements with slowness. Viktor chuckles with a hand in his pocket, noddin at you when finally his hand meets the object he was looking for. 

“Heads or tails?” He shows you a silver coin, then he flips it in the air, enjoying your expression the moment you realize it won’t come back in his hand.

"Is... isn’t there gravity?"

"It is not correct, gravity is still present. But it acts with such a meager force that it doesn’t affect bodies." He can’t help but smile, proud of that little workshop that for a year has turned into his second home. One by one he takes his fingers off the handle of the cane, giving himself a small push to rise in the air, with the nonchalance of those who have already done it a thousand times and another thousand will do it again.

"Aren’t you coming?"

"How?"

"Jump. Just jump."

And you do it. Your stomach tightens, your clothes lag behind your movements, your body suddenly seems to be swallowed by the void, and even if you try to move you can’t really do anything, soon finding yourself spinning without any dignity or control. The boy approaches and offers you a hand, holding onto a tube with the other one.

"This is embarrassing"

"It just takes some practice, c’mon. Hold onto me." And suddenly you feel like a child, desperately holding with both hands on Viktor’s arms, terrified that if he leaves you, you’ll get hurt.

But he doesn’t leave you. Instead, he puts his hands on your hips, and closes his eyes, enjoying the almost total absence of weight. You’re light. You’re alone.

Isolated from everything and everyone, in that small laboratory where magic is consumed.

[mari--lace]

Jen’s current problem isn’t one he can punch in the face.

He balls his fists and inhales deeply. Being angry now isn’t going to help Jen at all. He flew back to LA as soon as he could to support her, so he should try actually doing that instead of standing there seething and feeling useless.

I really liked writing today's chapter! It combines flufftober's prompt "Hot chocolate" and @fandomtravelers request of Matt being protective. I hope you like the direction I took that in! 👀

[raccoonnate]

Don’t know if I would write anything but at least I have playlist for an entire month

[enchantedchocolatebars]

PokeMikuWeen

Pokemikuween is a writing prompt event that I'll be running for the month of October that's based on the ⚡Project Voltage ⚡ collab because it is such a cute and cool idea that allows a lot to be discussed and explored.

Plus, I just really love Pokemon and Hatsune Miku lol.

It's mostly writer based (because I'm a writer lol), but I welcome any and all forms of creative participation (text posts, artwork, editing, etc).

IF YOU MAKE SOMETHING, PLEASE TAG THIS BLOG SO I CAN SEE AND REBLOG IT TO HERE! 🙏

ALSO, IF YOU WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING, BUT THE DAY FOR THAT PROMPT HAS PASSED OR YOU WANT TO SKIP STRAIGHT AHEAD TO A PARTICULAR MIKU AND HER POKEMON DON'T WORRY YOU'RE WELCOME TO DO THAT!

I'll be writing headcanons for each Miku and her Pokemon (even adding unofficial Miku Pokemon team ups to make it 31 Mikus since there are only officially 18 Mikus in Project Voltage), but go nuts if you wanna write fics or ficlets.

Since this is my first writing event, I would appreciate any corrections if I'm doing something wrong.

But, anyways, that's enough talking, HERE ARE THE PROMPTS:

1. Miku + Meloetta

2. Miku + Rillaboom

3. Miku + Skeledirge

4. Miku + Primarina

5. Miku + Rotom

6. Miku + Chatot

7. Miku + Lapras

8. Miku + Aurorus

9. Miku + Flygon

10. Miku + Altaria

11. Miku + Jigglypuff (I'M ESPECIALLY EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE. I 💗 PINK.)

12. Miku + Kricketune

13. Miku + Toxtricity

14. Miku + Mismagius

15. Miku + Obstagoon

16. Miku + Jirachi

17. Miku + Sirfetch'd

18. Miku + Miraidon

19. Miku + Mew

20. Miku + Togepi

21. Miku + Torchic

22. Miku + Mudkip

23. Miku + Treeko

24. Miku + Skitty

25. Miku + Manaphy

26. Miku + Plusle and Minun

27. Miku + Pachirisu

28. Miku + Piplup

29. Miku + Snorlax

30. Miku + Eevee

31. Miku + Pikachu

Feel free to DM me if you have any questions about anything. <3

[ellascreams]

Well I was planning on doing some of a writetober thing but I haven’t decided on a prompt list and I’m starting off the month with burnout and a mild sickness that has stuck around for three weeks now. I might just start one half way through the month, or later today, or write inconsistently, who knows! We’ll see how it goes I guess.

[klausbens]

writober 2023 | DAY ONE · rustle

The rustling of leaves wakes Gale up, as it does most nights.

Before Mystra, or rather before the Orb, he’d never had trouble sleeping. Even after, his constant search for a cure often left him exhausted well before dinnertime, head aching from all the information he’d forced himself to take in during the day. He slept heavy then, if not easy—a deep, dreamless slumber that temporarily stopped his body from craving, demanding. Threatening.

But tonight, as most nights as of late, he wakes.

Astarion approaches his bedroll shortly after. Gale doesn’t bother opening his eyes.

“You seriously have to stop that,” he mutters, low enough that the others don’t so much as stir in their sleep. He hears Astarion huff, and he can almost picture him rolling his eyes with it. He smiles a little, despite himself.

“You’re no fun,” Astarion says, backing off. He settles down in front of the fire then, his thirst mostly quenched from his nightly walk in the woods.

They’ve talked about this, more or less. And really, it’s not that Gale doesn’t want to let him drink. He wouldn’t mind it, he thinks. He would even, to an extent, enjoy it—not that Astarion needs to know. But at this rate his blood is no better than a sewer rat’s, he’d estimate. So really, it’s for the best.

“Oh, Astarion,” he says, turning on his side to finally look at him.

His pale skin glows in the moonlight, flames burn in his eyes. He’s untouchable in all the ways that matter, yet still somehow less so than Gale.

“I fear you'll have to live with it.”

[queenroseheart]

Hey guys! Spooky season has just began, so here is the list for inktober/writober themes that I made specially for Twisted-Wonderland fandom. Feel free to use it if that inspires you. Hope you like it!! 🍁🍂🎃

[defxserpentine]

I haven’t seen many Halloween writing prompts for writober so, I thought I’d make one even though we’re already 8 days in. Feel free to write as little or as many as you’d like and have fun!