#november writing challenge

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Oh also I'm going to do NaNoWriMo... kind of. I'm actually just challenging myself to write 50000 words this month of anything. To hold myself accountable, I will be making updates at the end of each day with how many words I have left to write this month.

Today I wrote nothing, so I am still at words left = 50000. Off to a great start lmao

#storyrambles #to be fair something came up and i was busy today also i had work too so. #you know. #but i want to see if i can do it. #november writing challenge #not using the nano tag because it's not really that.

[ravendruid]

Tea Time

This fic is part of this writing challenge, as well as based on the prompt Tea Time from this prompt list. Day 3 - Use the words: kitchen, date, music [Read on AO3]

It has been a few days since Caduceus heard news from his blue tiefling friend, Jester. It doesn’t bother him much because he knows if something wrong happened, someone would have contacted him already, but he has to admit that he misses his friend’s bubbly voice in the mornings wishing him a good day and telling him news from home. Caleb doesn’t contact him as much as Jester does, so his silence is not as worrying, and as for Veth, she rarely messages him anyway. Of all his friends (they truly are nine now), only these three have means to communicate through long distances (well, them and Essek, but since the Drow is still a fugitive, there aren’t many opportunities for him to contact Caduceus or to appear at the grove), so Caduceus never expects the rest of the Nein to reach out.

But, as it happens, sometimes silence does not mean good things are afoot, and even if bad news travels fast, on some occasions, it doesn’t travel as fast as a teleporting purple Elf who appears in the middle of Caduceus’s garden. The Firbolg man is elbows-deep in mulch when a hint of purple and silver light flickers a mere few feet ahead of him and Essek, in his dark purple and black robes and curly white hair, flashes into existence.

“Mr. Clay,” The man greets, huffing as if he has been running for miles and miles. “I am sorry to appear unannounced. I was wondering if you have heard news from our friends?”

“Now, now. Take deep breaths, Mr. Essek,” Caduceus’s voice is calm as there is no need to panic just yet. He dusts off his hands and wipes them on a rag hanging from the pocket of his gardening apron, then adjusts the large brimmed sun hat on his head and takes a long good look at his guest. Essek’s hair is disheveled, his eyes are full of fear and worry, and his robes are somewhat askew. The nails of his shaky hands are bitten harshly, but what makes Caduceus worry the most is that the Drow’s feet are touching the ground. Essek must be in a real state of distraught if he didn’t even bother to cast his levitation spell.

“Please, come inside. Let me make you some tea,” Caduceus offers. Essek nods and follows him inside the cozy cottage. He sits on the stool at the kitchen table and watches as Caduceus removes his apron and cleans his hands. He then brings a kettle to boil on the wooden stove top and prepares two mugs with loose-leaf tea. Essek watches, his eyes wide and pupils blown and a leg shaking underneath the table, but he doesn’t speak. 

“I have not heard from anyone in a few days,” Caduceus pours the boiling water over the leaves in the teapot and closes the lid to let it steep. He then sits down on a second stool in front of Essek. “I didn’t think anything of it.”

“I am afraid that something has happened, Mr. Clay,” Essek’s hands shake on his lap. “Caleb—Mr. Widogast and I had a… meeting of sorts scheduled for last night,” Essek’s purple cheeks deepen in color at this information and he hesitates. Caduceus shifts his gaze to the teapot between them to allow the man to gather his thoughts in privacy. After a few seconds of silence, Essek continues, “You know he never forgets anything. He is always on time, but last night… he didn’t appear, Mr. Clay, and I can’t help but fear that something has happened.”

Caduceus ponders the information in silence. He slowly removes the strainer of tea leaves from the teapot and pours two cups, one for him, one for Essek, who takes his with shaky hands. Caleb does indeed have a keen memory and an even keener punctuality, so if Essek is this distraught about his friend missing their “meeting”, then it must certainly be a big deal. But Caduceus isn’t learned in magic like Essek and Caleb, who get their arcane knowledge from books. Instead, he gets his powers from his deity and nature, so he has no way to contact his friends, but maybe the Wildmother can help.

“I have an idea, Mr. Essek,” he finally says. Essek’s eyes snap up with hope, but the Firbolg doesn’t offer any more information. Instead, he rises from his stool and walks out onto the grove. Essek tracks behind, towards a nook where the Clay family holds a shrine in honor of the Wildmother. On a stone pedestal sits a clay statue of the Goddess, a full-figured body enveloped by wild tangles of hair, leaves and vines, and underneath, a wreath of leaves and dried berries with a crooked staff in the middle. Caduceus gestures to a fallen log nearby, inviting Essek to sit before the Firbolg sits cross-legged in front of the statue. He gestures his hand to the ground and mushrooms, flowers and other greenery appear from the earth, as if the cleric has grown them himself, then he lights up a stick of incense and pours a bottle of a translucent liquid into a small bowl. 

Caduceus closes his eyes and concentrates for a minute. The rustle of leaves turns into the sound of crashing waves, the smell of the moist earth beneath him becomes the salty scent of the ocean, and the music of the wind-chimes shifting in the morning breeze is replaced by the loud scream of gulls in the distance. When he opens his eyes, Caduceus sees that the hard rock he sits on ends on a tall, rough cliff, dozens of feet above the crashing waves of the Lucidian Ocean. 

“Hello, Wildmother,” he says, smiling. An ocean-scented breeze caresses his cheek and ruffles his hair in greeting. “I was wondering if you have news from my friends. Are they together?” The breeze is soft and temperate when it rustles his pink hair, and for a moment, Caduceus swears he hears a warm, feminine voice whisper Some are. “Are any of them hurt?” Caduceus asks. The wind turns warm and brings the scent of copper in affirmation. His stomach turns nervously. Caduceus only has one question left, so he ponders his words well before he says, “Are they coming to seek my help?” Again, the warm breeze shifts past in affirmation, but this time it carries with the familiar scent of the Blooming Grove. Caduceus nods politely and wishes goodbye to the goddess. When he opens his eyes, Essek is standing on his feet, glaring anxiously.

“We must prepare,” Caduceus explains as calmly as he can, “They are alive but hurt. We need to get ready to help.” Essek nods, and as soon as his host is on his feet, he stalks him inside, where they ready cots, herbs, poultices and anything they might need. 

Right on cue, as Essek finishes wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his cloak, a light flickers outside, bright orange like fire, and Caleb, Beauregard and Yasha fall to the ground, bloodied and gushing for air. Essek runs as fast as his legs allow him—he notices he’s out of shape since he rarely uses them anymore—to hold Caleb aloft as Caduceus runs to Beau and her Wife.

“There is no time for questions,” Caleb’s voice is hoarse, his face is scratched and blood gushes from his abdomen. Essek shakes his head and raises him to his feet, but both men’s legs shake with the weight. “Scheiße,” Caleb curses between his teeth, covering his injury with his free hand. 

“Mr. Clay, we could use some help over here,” Essek’s voice shakes. His pupils are wide and refuse to leave the red stain that keeps growing on his lover’s torso. Caduceus runs back from the doorway where he left a not-so-injured Yasha to carry Beau and holds Caleb on the opposite side of Essek. Together, they manage to bring him inside and lie him on a spare cot and the healer is on him in an instant, cleaning the wound and channeling the Wildmother’s powers to cure him.

Caleb raises his rough hand to Essek’s damp face, a thumb wiping the tears that fall silently, and the Drow leans into the touch with his eyes closed. He knows one day the fugitive life will catch up to him and permanently separate him from the human he cares for so much, but Essek never considered the possibility that his lover could be the one to find himself on the wrong end of a sword sooner rather than later. Yet, here he is. Barely alive, yes, but here. “Sorry I missed our date, liebling,” Caleb apologizes with longing in his voice. It still pains him to see his frail human so hurt, so full of guilt for failing his promise. They don’t have many opportunities to be together, so they treasure every second, and for Caleb, missing out on a full day of Essek cuddles and reading must have been torture. So Essek smiles, even if it doesn’t reach his eyes, and says, “Do not worry Caleb Widogast. I will make sure you make it up to me.”

#critical role #cr fic #mighty nein #caduceus clay #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #shadowgast #<- background relationship #prompted #november writing challenge #in which I forgot how to spell 'caduceus' halfway through the fic

[the-fiction-vixen]

NSFW November 2023

"NSFW November" is a writing challenge where participants are given 5 NSFW prompts each day for the entire month of November. There are no rules, so feel free to experiment with different genres and get as imaginative as possible!

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #writing #archiveofourown #ao3 tags #ao3 tag roulette #prompt generator #fic prompts #story prompts #story prompt #writing challenge #nsfwNovember #November writing challenge #writing prompts #writing prompt #prompt roulette

[mintenby]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Espio the Chameleon/Silver the Hedgehog, Charmy Bee & Espio the Chameleon & Vector the Crocodile Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Silver the Hedgehog, Vector the Crocodile, Charmy Bee Additional Tags: Team Chaotix are Family (Sonic the Hedgehog), Autumn, they are just silly little guys, the espilver can be read as platonic and/or romantic Series: Part 1 of November Writing Challenge (Hosted by cappecat on tumblr) Summary:

“Think you could blend into the trees?” Silver asks him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

 On a run for groceries, Silver finds a new fascination with the color of the trees as autumn finally blossoms forth.

First fic of the November Writing Challenge hosted by @cappecat!!

#hehehhehe #espsilver #november writing challenge #sonic the hedgehog

[braxiatel]

writing every day of november challenge, day 15:

433 words today! Tuesday morning commute once again proves to be ideal writing time.

#writing #november writing challenge

[xenovember]

XeNovember PROMPTS

#XeNovember #Alien #Prompts #Writing #november writing challenge #Batsupes

[sparrownimbus2000]

Beast [23]

The first time they encountered the beast it was when the children were all swimming at the Lake. It was not really a ‘lake’ – it was a small body of water surrounded by tall fir trees. You could access it via a stony, winding path, the edges of which were flanked by a low stone wall built by hand over a century ago. All the town’s children traipsed down the path in the torrid summer weeks,…

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#beast #children #creative writing #fantasy #fiction #lake #lake summer #Nano Poblano #nano poblano 2022 #NanoPoblano 2022 #nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2022 #national identity #national novel writing month #novel #November #november writing challenge #november writing month #summer swim #sunner #swimming #writing #writing challenge

[starchild--27]

November Writing Challenge

i wanted to do a writing challenge in May already actually but gracefully failed on day 2 already, so i am trying again now.

30 days, 30 songs, 30 pieces of writing - let's go, join in, read along.

just do whatever~

#november writing challenge

[givethispromptatry]

Apricity

(A-pri-si-ti)

Noun

The warmth of the sun in winter.

#writing prompt #story prompt #november 2023 #'rare' word challenge

[charlewiss-writes]

him over me / arthur leclerc

masterlist

day 20: jealousy (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1.2k

summary: he had always been second best to everyone but you, always in the shadow of his older brother. what happens when he sees something that brings back all his deepest doubts?

since the start of your career at prema, arthur had been the first to make you feel welcomed on the team. you used to only care about going in, doing your job and coming back home, trying to go as unnoticed as possible, until a certain monegasque saw you, and he couldn't go a day longer without knowing who the shy girl that worked in marketing was.

he started saying hello to you every time he came into the office, making a joke or two to see if he could get at least a smile from you. the first day that you laughed at something he had said, it felt to him like he had just discovered his new favourite sound. since then, he had made it almost his life mission to make you laugh every time he could.

then started the coffees during the debriefs. it wasn't usual that the whole team was called for a meeting, but in the rare occurrences that it happened, he used to save you a seat next to his, with a little hot drink waiting for you to take your place at his side.

the first time you noticed it, you didn't know it was arthur's doing: you two almost didn't talk outside of the little jokes you threw around, so when you tasted the coffee and recognised instantly that it was your usual order, you assumed it had been your friend's doing. "thanks for the coffee today, really needed it" you said to her, while going back to your office after the meeting had ended. she looked confused at you, like she didn't knew what you were talking about. "the coffee you got for me? the one at my seat?".

"oh, that was arthur" sofia said smiling, while watching the boy you just were talking about come your way. she nodded at him and he did the same to her, while she continued walking past him, leaving you alone in the middle of the corridor with the monegasque.

"figured you would need some energy, you left way too late yesterday".

—

the relationship had evolved naturally, starting as mere colleagues, to friends, to what you were now: almost something.

it was still fairly new, so you hadn't meet his family just yet. obviously, you knew his brothers as they were frequently at the garage, but didn't actually go past the small-talk stage.

"hey, y/n right?".

a voice that seemed familiar, and still, strange, took you back to reality. when you looked at the person that had called for you, you smiled at your boyfriend's brother. "charles, hi. are you looking for arthur?". the only topic of conversation was, obviously, the person you had in common, even if he didn't actually know that you were something more than his brother's colleague.

"yeah, wanted to yell at him for leaving my car without gas" he was clearly joking, so you laughed cause you knew exactly what he was talking about. arthur and you had gone out to eat, and when he left you at your place, realized he probably should fill the tank, but you figured he had forgotten about it by the time he came back to his place.

"well, I have to go, will you tell him for me?" he said quickly, turning his head to the man that was calling him from outside the garage. "yeah, sure, i'll tell him to go look for you once he's out".

"thanks, y/n, you're great".

just as you were saying goodbye to charles, your boyfriend got out of the meetings room, and saw the end of the interaction. when you turned, you saw him and waved, like you always did when you saw eachother. it was normal for you two to interact like this in the paddock, not too friendly or close to avoid any kind of speculation. he smiled at you, but it clearly didn't reach his eyes. you found it was weird, but figured that he could be worried about something that was talked during the reunion. still, what was spoken about in the private room was already forgotten, instead focusing on the interaction that he had seen. arthur found it weird, since he thought you didn't know eachother. why were you two so friendly then?

-

"hey, you okay? you look off today" you told him after entering his driver's room just after him, closing the door quickly behind you.

"no no, just a bit tired, nothing else" he told you softly, while laying on the small sofa there was. he had a towel on his face, so you couldn't actually see his face. "you sure? since you saw charles leaving you've been weird".

"so it's charles now?".

you found his answer weird, but his serious tone even more. "yeah... that is literally his name?" you were left confused at his strange reaction. maybe he didn't want you to meet his family yet? maybe it was too soon?

"did you get mad cause I talked to your brother?"

"you didn't just talk, y/n."

"mh, i was there. we quite literally only talked. about you" furrowing your brows, you came close, taking the little piece of cloth out of his face, and trying to understand the look on his face. arthur was zoned out, looking at the ceiling, not even glancing at you, even though you were on his line of sight.

"and were you two laughing about me as well?" you figured he was truly mad at something, since in the few months you two had known eachother, he never spoke to you in this tone, even if he was angry at something. you didn't want to believe he was actually jealous of his brother, since you never gave him a reason to be. hell, you thought today was the first time that you crossed more than a few words. "of course not, dummy. listen, it wasn't that important, we weren't doing anything wrong".

"oh come on, you and i both knew what he was doing." the sound of his empty laugh sent chills down your spine. he was now looking straight into your eyes, brows furrowed and lips sealed together. you found it exasperating that he wasn't actually telling you what was wrong, instead resolving to ask questions that you were supposed to understand or answer. "i don't know him that well to know what he was doing, arthur!"

arthur was now seated, with his arms flying towards the sky. "he was clearly trying to bring you to his side!". his reply left you even more confused. "what sides are you talking about? since when do we have sides?".

"since everything or everyone I've ever wanted always prefers him over me."

he had his palms rubbing his face, in a clear sign of frustration. you took the chance to seat at his side, putting your left hand over his back, gently caressing it. "and why do you think that's my case? I've barely spoken to him before today."

he whispered, and his voice cracked, like he was close to tears. "its what always happens, y/n. it won't be any different this time". you softly took his hands out of his face, revealing his closed eyes. still, some tears were quietly escaping his eyes, while his lips quivered.

"but I've chosen you, arthur. to work with and to live with. unless you don't want me anymore. haven't we talked about this already?" you said reassuringly. his blue eyes were glassy while looking straight at yours, and he leaned into your touch when you reached your hand towards his cheek.

"I know, baby. i think the fear just got the best of me. I'm sorry".

"it's okay, arthur. just talk to me next time, alright? we'll figure it out together".

#f2 imagine #f2 x reader #f2 x you #f2 blurb #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc x y/n #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc angst #f2 x y/n #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charlewiss writing challenge #one word november prompts #user charlewiss #f1 x y/n #f1 x yn #formula 1 imagine

[the-slumberparty]

Naughty or Nice Challenge

For this challenge, you get to choose if you're Naughty or Nice. Below you will find two sets of prompts, naughty or nice, to choose from. While this challenge marks the end of year season, they do not need to be festive in theme, however we do encourage you to incorporate any of your cultural or personal holiday pasttimes.

This is an event for November and December, with a final due date of January 5, 2024 for late submissions.

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

🩷 This challenge is open to all fandoms and characters.

💜 Dark creations are accepted but we will not accept underage, incest, or bestiality. Please don’t forget to add warnings to your works appropriately.

❤️ For written pieces, there are no word count limits, but we do ask that you add a “read more” beyond 500 words.

🩵 We hope that creators can create an inclusive work and encourage writers and creators to use appropriate tagging, ie, f!reader, etc..

💙 For this challenge, we will accept sequels or continuations to previous works. Please be sure to link the original work in your submission.

💚 Creators may submit three pieces of each medium (up to three visual pieces and up to three written pieces)

💛 Be kind to yourself and to others. We are here to support and include each other.

!Tag this blog in your submission so we see it.!

🩷💜🩵Prompts below the cut🩵💜🩷

𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲

“All I need is you beneath me.”

“Don’t tell anyone.”

“I know it hurts, baby, but I feel so good.”

“What would they say if they knew?”

“You’re going to have to cry a little more if you want me to care.”

“I didn’t ask you to talk. I said do it.”

“Do it or I’ll make it hurt.”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

“If I have to tell you one more time.”

“If you didn’t want to hurt, you shouldn’t have hurt me.”

“Don’t look away.”

“Smile pretty for me.”

“Enough whining.”

“I’ve been watching for so long, I can’t wait any longer.”

“I saw the way you look at them. You don’t look at me like that.”

“You deserve this.”

“I love how weak you are.”

“If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.”

“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do.”

“You’re so pathetic it gets me off.”

“I wanna hear how much it hurts.”

“It’s so cute when you try so hard.”

“I want everyone to know who you belong to.

“I better not catch you looking at them again.”

“Sit down and shut up.”

𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑒

“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

“Don’t ever let me go.”

“I dream about you every night.”

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“Wait, are you asking me out?”

“I made this for you.”

“You’re going to spoil the surprise.”

“I’ll do it, but it’ll cost you a snuggle.”

“I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You could have just told me.”

“It’ll be okay. I’m here.”

“You forgot something. A kiss.”

“I’ll go with you… if you want.”

“This is the best night of my life.”

“I remember when we met. I’ll never forget.”

“You make my stomach do this thing.”

“I made us a picnic, but it’s raining and I’m lost.”

“Every time you look at me, I melt a little.”

“You’re never going to get rid of me.”

“There is no me without you.”

“You really did all this for me?”

“Kiss it better.”

“I wanna be more than friends.”

“I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

#navy and roo's sleepover #creator challenge #end of year challenge #november #december #writing challenge #naughty or nice challenge

[redlegumes]

Rest: Slow Down

@steddiemicrofic

🍁 prompt: rest | wc: 387 words | rated: m | cw: none | AO3 Link🍁 

Summary:

Steve really ought to slow down but he doesn't until he gets sick. Now he's paused long enough for Eddie to catch him.

Warning: Almost smut under the cut (｀∇´) ψ

Steve couldn't stop moving. He was picking Robin up, dropping off the kids, cleaning, taking bottles to the recycling center for change, using it at the laundromat, giving the spare to the kids for the arcade.

And Eddie watched.

He watched the continuous flurry of movement, no stranger to an anxious need to pace or fiddle with his guitar or rings. However, Eddie also knew how to waste a day, get high and lie on the roof of his van, let the fears and pressures of the day bleed out of him. Steve wasn't doing that. It was like watching a machine, grinding its gears, and Eddie didn't want to see him screech to a halt only because he'd finally broken down. Luckily, he didn't have to intervene.

...

Steve's voice was scratchy on the phone.

"Angel, you sound sick."

"Yeah. It's… look everyone still needs things from me, rides and shit and I can't… I don't want them to catch whatever this is."

"Hey, it's okay. I'll handle the gang. You just rest."

Eddie felt grateful that Steve had even called to ask for help. He got the kids to walkie each other, moved around plans, and took on the usual 'Steve' duties. That evening he was at Steve's shitty studio apartment door with take-out and cold meds. A bleary Steve opened the door, nose running, cheeks flushed, sputtering as Eddie pushed his way inside.

"You'll get sick," Steve whined.

"Have you actually been resting?"

"Yes," Steve grumbled unconvincingly.

Eddie dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around Steve from behind, pressing his chest to Steve's back. "I could help you. I know the best sleep aid."

"Huh?"

"Take your temp the old fashioned way," Eddie asked, grinding against Steve's ass, his hot skin radiating through his thin pj's.

Steve arched into the touch; his words slurred. "Could be contagious."

"Then let me take care of you," Eddie whispered in his ear. "All of you." He let his hand wander to palm Steve's growing erection.

"Now," Steve squeaked, undermining his complaint. "You finally make your move when I'm snot filled?"

"Had to wait for you to slow down." Eddie finger's combed through Steve's sweaty, deflated locks. He nuzzled against Eddie’s cool touch on his hot forehead and mumbled. "What babe?"

"Happy to slow down for you."

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Obligatory 'and they're not even dating.'

#and they're not even dating #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie microfic challenge #steddie microfic #november #sick #comfort #almost smut #i write things

[ravendruid]

Cinnamon Kisses In The Bread Aisle

This fic is part of this writing challenge. Day 1 - Write about a first kiss [Read on AO3]

It happens in the bread aisle at their local supermarket, between loaves of freshly baked bread, ginger and cinnamon cookies, and cakes with all kinds of frostings. Thankfully, not a whole lot of people shop at seven in the morning, and neither would Laudna and Imogen be shopping if it wasn’t for their dire need of groceries. 

“Can I kiss you?” Imogen asks. “I can’t tell if it’s alright or not anymore.” She is right, a lot has happened recently between them. A fight that lasted longer than any of them wanted it to, a forced separation that felt like the world was coming to an end, and to make things worse, the stress of their lives has been so overwhelming that Laudna can’t even remember the last time she and her best friend had a moment alone in peace and quiet.

“Alright,” Laudna replies, not really knowing what else to say. She has been waiting for this moment since she realized she was in love with her best friend, but she was too scared to take a step forward lest she be rejected (again). But not this time. This is Imogen we’re talking about, not some bully kid who threw dirt at Laudna’s face.

When Imogen gets on the tips of her toes, Laudna bends slightly to make the damn height difference easier on the purple-haired woman. She doesn’t know what to do with her weirdly long limbs. Should she wrap her hands around Imogen’s waist? Is that too forward? Maybe Laudna should just cradle the other woman’s face? And what if her lips are cold and chapped? Will Imogen be bothered? Does it matter if Laudna doesn’t really know how to kiss? She’s only practiced on her hand growing up, like the other kids her age, she never really got a chance to do it with another person. 

But nothing else matters in those few seconds anymore, because Imogen’s lips are on hers, soft and warm and sweet like the cinnamon roll she just ate. And she’s kissing her. Imogen is actually kissing Laudna, and nothing else but this matters. Gods, the kiss is short. Too short! Laudna wants more now. She feels as if she’s been trudging through an arid desert for years and this is the first drop of water that she touched, so she takes more. Laudna brings Imogen’s face back up to meet hers and kisses her slowly and longingly. It doesn’t matter if the baker is staring at them with their mouth agape, or if the old lady is trying to reach the loaf on the shelf behind them because finally Imogen kissed Laudna, and Laudna is kissing her back. And nothing else matters.

#critical role #cr fic #bells hells #imodna #November writing challenge #prompted

[noodyl-blasstal]

Pretty huge Doughnuts

The word count's droppin', but I'm not stoppin' - @taznovembercelebration day 15. Prompt "baby"

Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday's catch it here.

-

“You’re doing what now?”

“Planning Lup a baby shower.”

“Lup’s pregnant?” Barry’s voice is doing something high pitched and weird and Taako’s unsure exactly what the fuck is going on, but someone’s forgotten they have like 8 PhDs.

“Wanna think that through, Barold? Do you think that maybe she might have told you if she’d cracked that one.”

Barry looks less panicked. “Yeah… fair. Uh.”

“Anyway.” Taako ploughs on valiantly, he’ll pull this one out at a later date, once Barold thinks he’s forgotten. “I’m planning a baby shower for her.”

“If she’s not pregnant…” Barry starts.

“Which she isn’t.” Taako adds, helpfully.

“Yeah. Uh. Which she isn’t.” Barry looks pale still, poor, sweet idiot. “... then why are you throwing her a baby shower?”

“It took her more than nine months to birth the thesis” Taako says, he shrugs because it’s obvious, obviously. He doesn't know why literally no one so far has understood. They're definitely the problem.

Barry’s still scrunkling his face up like Taako's being irrational. The joke's on him because Taako's never irrational.

“She’s had a tonne of appointments.”

“Uh huh.”

"She brought new life into the world."

"The necromancy thing isn't part of the main thesis after, you know, the legal issues."

“I meant the concepts, not the zombie. Anyway the university are cowards for not embracing him." Before they get into the ethics of free education after reanimation Taako diverts Barry again. "She had to do that scan.”

“What scan? Wait, Taako, do you mean the MRIs she did for the data collection?”

“Now you get it.”

“I…”

“Cha’boy found this banner.” Taako unfurls it dramatically and holds it up, it’s gold and spangly and far too much, which is, of course, the perfect amount.

“Congratulations, it’s a…” Reads Barry.

“PhD!” Taako replies. “I’m gonna write it in and add flames. It’ll be great.”

“She’ll love the flames.” Says Barry, probably trying to tactfully dissuade Taako from the rest. Optimistic fool.

“I made a game for us where we have to guess the circumference of her thesis. There's prizes.”

“Is the thesis measurement bound or unbound?” Asks Barry far too fast. Oooooh, Taako has him on board now. Suddenly he loves BaPhD showers.

“No can do, Bluejeans, you wouldn’t want to cheat, would you? Wouldn’t want to ruin Lup’s special day by making it all about winning?”

“No.” Says Barry, unconvincingly.

“No cheating, Barold!”

Barry doesn’t say anything. Taako never should have taken Bluejeans under his wing, he’s created a monster.

“What’s a baby snack?”

"Mush?"

"No, like, for this."

“Are you asking what a baby thesis would eat?” Barry sounds more delighted by the concept than he should be.

“Baby researchers, I assume.” Chews them up, spits them out, not that Taako’s bitter. He’s fine. He can come back any time. Any time the police get round to officially clearing him. Not that it’s a problem, he’s not bothered about his degree anyway. He’s peachy. It’s not weird to see Lup get her doctorate before him when they were supposed to do it together.

Barry seems to realise he’s triggered some kind of horror even though Taako's definitely doing an incredibly normal face. He's going to try sand be nice about it.

“What are PhD snacks?” He asks before Barry can say anything kind.

“Pretty huge doughnuts.” Barry replies without hesitation. Taako knew there was a reason he kept him around.

Taako makes a note in his phone. Giant doughnuts mean giant frying, mean big oil, mean big pan.

“Why’re we making big doughnuts?” Kravitz asks, cracking the door to his room.

Of course it was food discussion that summoned him from his regimented work schedule (ignoring what he needed to do because he got distracted by other things and then panic typing up everything for his deadline.) It bodes well for Taako’s ongoing wooing, the stuff about hearts and stomachs was true probably, but Taako was also hoping to make his way to Kravitz’s di…

“Taako’s throwing Lup a surprise baby shower.” Barry cuts through Taako’s wandering thoughts. “We’re planning the menu.”

“Oh.” Says Kravitz. “For her PhD? Neat!”

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[my-beloved-lakes]

I decided that after all the excellent whump from whumptober it's time for some comfort, because I want to see my favorite whumpees get all the love and comfort they deserve! So I came up with my own 30 prompts for the comfort side of the hurt/comfort trope. One for each day of November.

November fluff Prompts:

1. Self-care

2. Rescue

3. Nursed back to health

4. Bandages

5. Friends/family by their side

6. "You're safe now."

7. Protection

8. Gruff caretaker

9. Resting peacefully

10. Finally reunited

11. Gentle hands

12. No one left behind

13. Soft caretaker

14. Hugs

15. Warmth

16. Waking up in a hospital

17. "I'll stay as long as you need."

18. Hand holding

19. Comfort after a nightmare or panic attack

20. Cleaning away the blood

21. Support/"lean on me."

22. Clean clothes, good food, warm bed

23. Resting on friend/caretaker's shoulder

24. Antidote

25. Cuddling

26. Soothing touch

27. Pain meds kicking in

28. Carried to safety

29. Borrowed jacket

30. Free space (make it sweet!)

#i mean really it's only fair to the whumpees #not gonna lie this is kinda aimed at the leverage/librarians/almost paradise fandom #but feel free to use these prompts for any other fandoms too #art prompts #writing prompts #November art challenge #November fic challenge #November challenge #prompt list

[braxiatel]

November writing challenge, final overview:

I managed to write every day of november, thus completing the challenge I had set for myself.

Though I had no set word count for the month, I was keeping track of how many words I was writing every day. Added up I wrote a total of 19,705 words in november!

#november writing challenge #writing #very happy with this :D #I was purposely not tracking the word count through the month #but if I had I’d probably have written another 295 words just to make it to 20k