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jesuisserieux · 6 months

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Prompt 1: Costumes

This is my first fic for the Hoes for Enjolras server's Halloween bingo! It's very soft and silly, just exr being idiots in love but with a Halloween background. I hope people enjoy! You can read it here, or here on ao3. Let me know if you liked it!

Get the Horns

“I look like a goat,” says Enjolras.

“But a very cute goat! Make all the boy goats go WAAAAA!” A silence. Courfeyrac looks between him and Combeferre. “The Princess Diaries 2? Nobody? Okay then.”

“To be honest, I just thought you’d finally lost it,” says Ferre.

“Oh honey, that was years ago.”

Enjolras snorts, “Are you sure this looks right? Like, you’re the fashion expert, but I really do feel like people will think I’m a goat.”

“You’re wearing red,” says Combeferre. “I feel like everyone knows red and horns equals devil.”

Enjolras frowns, “I guess.”

“You don’t have to be a devil,” says Courf, “I just thought it’d be cute if we were matching. Or, not matching. You know what I mean.” He motions to his angel costume.

“Yeah but you have a sparkly halo. No one is going to be confused about your costume. Plus, won’t it be weird if we’re matching and Ferre is just… Luke Skywalker?”

“That was his choice,” says Courf, “I told him he could be an angel with me.”

“That would be weird,” says Ferre, “One devil, two angels? Makes no sense. Plus, I promised Musichetta I would do the Skywalkers twins with her like, nine months ago.”

“I guess until we meet up with everyone we can just say we’re the devil and the angel on your shoulders.”

“The Jedi and the Sith,” suggests Enjolras.

Ferre and Courf say “Nerd,” in perfect unison, even though this is obviously hypocrisy of the highest order.

He scoffs, “Whatever, are we ready to go now?”

“Oh so now you want to go to the party?” teases Courf. “I wonder what changed…”

“I still don’t want to go to the party. But you talked me into it, so I’m at least going to be on time.”

“It’s not because R said he could come after all?” Ferre raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Enjolras shoots him a betrayed look. “I already agreed to go before he said that.”

“Yeah but you weren’t nearly as eager, before.”

“Your face is the same color as your costume,” says Courf, looking at him in the mirror as he applies mascara.

“Are we going or not?” Enjolras pretends to be looking at something on his phone, to hide his face.

Courf snorts, “Nice subject change. Subtle. But sure, I’m done with my makeup, let’s head out.” He straightens up, and in his heels, he’s face level with Enjolras.

“It’s weird to see you at this angle,” he says.

“Oh fuck off,” says Courf lightheartedly.

“You’re both still short to me,” says Combeferre.

Enjolras protests, “You’re like, three inches taller than me.”

“Four.”

“Oh my god.”

“Okay!” interjects Courf, “let’s go.”

The party, when they get there, is in full swing. It’s not the loudest party ever- Enjolras and Combeferre wouldn’t have come if it was- but the bass is still loud enough, that they have to get close to yelling to be heard. Enjolras isn’t actually sure whose house this is. Presumably, somebody Courf knows, but that doesn’t narrow it down a lot. Whoever it was, they went all out on decorations. There are fake spider webs and skeletons everywhere, and everything is bathed in slime green light.

Courf gets them each a cup of punch from a bowl that looks like a cauldron. He takes a sip from his own cup and winces. “Don’t drink that fast, it’s sweet but it’s strong as fuck.”

Enjolras really hadn’t been planning on getting drunk in the first place, so he just nods and takes a sip. Goddamn. Courf wasn’t kidding. “What the fuck is in this?”

“What isn’t?” says someone from behind him. He turns around to see Grantaire, only a few inches away from him and looking way too hot, despite being dressed as-

“What are you?” he asks, taking in the fishnets, the makeup, the lampshade under one arm-”

“Oh!” R takes the lampshade and perches it on top of his head, “I’m a sexy lamp.”

The unfortunate thing is that any costume Grantaire wears would be sexy in Enjolras’s opinion. Including a fucking lamp.

“You’re something all right,” says Combeferre, saving Enjolras the embarrassment of saying any of that out loud.

“What the fuck are you supposed to be?” asks R. I can tell with these two but how does yours connect?”

“It doesn’t. I’m Luke Skywalker. Musichetta is Leia.”

“We would have included him,” says Courf, “but apparently he and Chetta planned this months ago. So now we just look like we’re excluding him.” Ferre scoffs. “We do! Everyone is going to think we’re terrible best friends, and we left you out of our Halloween costume.”

“I don’t think anyone here is sober enough to think that,” says R.

Enjolras searches his brain frantically for something clever to say in response, but he comes up empty, still too preoccupied by Grantaire, and more specifically, Grantaire’s legs in fishnets.

“You good Apollo?” asks R, “I didn’t think the punch was that strong.”

Enjolras blinks. He’s just been staring into space. This is why he doesn’t go out. “Sorry! I’m good. Just… spaced out.”

“Can’t take you anywhere,” says Courf affectionately. He ruffles Enjolras’s hair, and Enjolras smacks his hand away. He looks to Ferre for support but he’s already making his way across the room to Musichetta, who’s brandishing a lightsaber.

“You fucked up his horns,” R says Courfeyrac. He reaches out to fix them, his hands rearranging Enjolras’s hair.

“I’ll see you guys later,” says Courf, not even pretending to have an excuse for leaving. Enjolras can’t even say anything as he leaves, because his brain is devoid of words on account of R touching him.

“There,” says R, tucking some hair behind his ear, “all good.”

“Thanks.” His mouth is so dry.

“So did Courf choose the costume?”

“Uh… yes! Yeah. I think I look like a goat.” He tries not to outwardly wince listening to himself.

Luckily, Grantaire seems to find it funny, thank god. He laughs loudly and gives Enjolras a skeptical onceover. “Why on earth would anyone think you were a goat, Apollo?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. Horns.” He can feel his face heat up. “I’m not wearing red face paint.”

“Even so, why would they assume ‘goat’ instead of ‘devil’ for a Halloween costume?”

“Well when you put it like that it sounds stupid…”

R laughs again. “You’re such a weirdo.” It’s said so affectionately, Enjolras can’t meet his eyes.

“You’re the one dressed as a sexy lamp,” he mumbles in the direction of his shoes.

“Touche,” says R. There’s an awkward silence. Enjolras takes another sip of his incredibly strong punch for lack of anything better to do. “You wince every time you take a sip of that,” notes R.

“It tastes like windex mixed with juice.”

“You’re probably not that far off. Here,” R takes the cup from him and sets it down. “They have ciders in the fridge, that seems more your speed.” Absentmindedly, R grabs his wrist to pull him through the crowd of people. Enjolras is going to combust.

The kitchen is brighter and quieter thank god, although the light means Grantaire can see how red his face is.

“You okay?” he asks, as he hands Enjolras some rose cider drink from the fridge.

“Huh? Yeah good.” Grantaire smirks. The bottle feels good on his warm face.

“You sure you’re not drunk already?” asks R.

“From two sips of punch? Even I’m not that much of a lightweight.”

“No?” R puts a hand to his face, “You’re really warm.” He can probably feel Enjolras’s heartbeat in his fucking forehead with how fast it’s going. He looks down, hoping R won’t see the flush creeping up his ears. Being this pale is a curse. “Apollo?” R taps his cheek and he looks up reflexively. He’s so close.

“I’m fine! Just- nervous.” He wants to melt into the kitchen floor. Why would he say that! Literally anything else would be better, now R’s going to ask why he’s nervous and he’s not going to have a good answer besides it’s really hard not to stare at your mouth right now.

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. I mean you- this- uh, just isn’t my scene. Parties. You know?” Oh god he needs to find a way out of this conversation before he keeps talking.

“Do I make you nervous, Apollo?” asks R in a tone that seems half joking half- flirtatious? That’s probably wishful thinking on his part.

“Uh-” he opens his mouth but only a few nonsense syllables come out. He shuts it again, tries desperately to think of something cool and funny to say. It’s taking too long. Oh god it’s taking too long why can’t he say something?”

“It’s okay,” says R, “you’re cute when you’re flustered.” Hang on what? “Plus, people will definitely know what your costume is.” He pats Enjolras’s burning cheek. “You don’t even need red face paint.” He looks far too proud of that little quip as he slips back out of the kitchen. Enjolras doesn’t even attempt to say anything. It’s just static up there anyway. Courf was right earlier, his face does, in fact, match his costume.

#enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #les amis #les mis #exr #courfeyrac #combeferre #my writing #halloween bingo 2023 #hoes for halloween bingo challenge 2023 #fluff #idiots in love #my wriitng

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theonlythingimfuckingisstupid · 1 year

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if anyone sees me online again tonight please yeall at me to get off

#i have to do schoolwokr and also plan whumpril #and im way behind in another wriitng challenge im doing #so like. cant be back #online #i have a quuee so just ignore that #but like. anymore ramblings plese tell me to get the fuck off tumblr thanks <2 #em rambles

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scriptwriters-network · 2 years

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Creative Writing Challenge – MAY

This MONTHLY challenge is for those who want to work on writing new ideas and who would like to maintain a continuous creativity flow with your writing. This challenge is another way for you to work on your writing.

Find out more here.

#creative wriitng #creative challenge #screenwriting #amwriting #writing #writer #scriptchat #scriptwriting workshop #scriptwriting #screenwriter #screenwriting industry #writers craft #writers block #writers programs #writers life #scriptwriters classes #writers of tumblr #scriptwriters network #screenwriters network

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screenname-silence · 3 years

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Three children and a father, dressed black by the church.

Ten word Story

#ten word story #ten word poem #sadness #sadtruth #poetry #original wiritng #my wriitng #writing prompts #challenge #fall #english #literature

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aye-write · 3 years

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Favourite Lines Friday! Writers! If you see the Favourite Lines Friday image, post a short excerpt (up to 200 words) of your favourite lines from your current WIP! Feel free to tag some of your writer friends to see their favourite excerpts too!

If you’re not ready to share, write 200 words on your current project instead!

Readers, you can get involved too! Send likes, kudos, reblogs, or spread some love in the tags!

#writing #writer #writing community #writng life #writing game #my wriitng #writing challenge #kind of scared to start something like this #but I’ll try it anyway

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protectbatson · 4 years

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So, talking about plans....

I'm going to do the 30 day challenge with fics inspired by songs from my playlist but, I'm going to do it a little differently. The challenge was to write a one shot each day, inspired by some song in your playlist for 30 days. The only rule is that these songs should be placed at random ... You cannot choose the song, it is your prompt...

So, I loved it and really wanted to do it, but I know how I can be and how I can just get discouraged from this one day or another or just forget, I decided to make a small change in this challenge.

For 5 weeks I will post a new fic, complete and inspired by some romcom I love. This fic will have its own playlist with 7 songs that inspired me to write it. The fics will be posted every Sunday starting in April.

I still haven't decided if they will all be Damirae or if I am going to make another couple, but of the 5, they will probably be mostly Damirae.

So, in order not to create a real mess, in April, all current projects (Hot Mess, Hungover You, Goddamn Red Dress, WCID) and future ones (Call Me Devil) will be paused. I really want to focus on these stories and as they will be posted complete, I will not fuck myself afterwards to continue them, and I will be able to focus only on them from May.

Hot Mess will still have two chapters posted before we pause (and I hope to count on your understanding)... But I hope you have fun as I have fun writing these stories.

Anyway, stay safe, wash your hands, take care of your old people and yourself and if you can, stay home!

Love you

#my wriitng #30 days writing challenge #30 songs

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sansonrio · 4 years

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Day 16: Correction

“C’mon, Bruce, please!” Dick begged, hands excitedly holding the chair Bruce sat in.

Refusing to meet his gaze, the elder instead kept up a steady stream of typing on his keyboard; he could see the desperate look on the other’s face beside him.

“It’s too cold.”

“You still go out!”

Bruce sighed. “You’re only eleven.”

“Correction!” Dick proudly puffed out his chest, hands on his hips; he cocked his head to the side with a smirk. “I turn twelve tomorrow. And technically we would be on patrol when I turn twelve.”

When it was clear Bruce wasn’t responding, the teen slowly moved to stand next to the large computer, leaning in front of one of its screens.

Bruce, acting uninterested, pretended not to notice Alfred coming down the stairs out of Dick’s sight. He easily slid what he was working on to another screen and swiveled slightly away from where his ward was standing.

Several minutes passed without a sound from either.

“Don’t you trust me?”

The dejected tone stopped Bruce, his hands hovering over the keyboard and itched with the word he was typing. After a brief pause, he pushed away from his desk and stood up, walking over to Dick.

“Of course,” He said, putting his hands on the teens shoulders. “Maybe… I haven’t been clear about that. But I do. I always have.”

He gave a small, knowing smile before letting go, walking over to where Alfred stood with a large suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

“I guess it’s time I start showing you that.”

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lilyenderborn · 4 years

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First Snowfall

Jameson looked out the window his eyes lighting up. He quickly ran out the door, kicking off into the air, laughing to himself. Snow began to fall on top of him as he laid in the air smiling and giggling.

“JJ! What are you doing? It’s freezing and you’re in your pajamas! What if someone saw you like that!” Jameson looked down to see Marvin bundled up looking as though he’d just gotten home from the hospital.

“Bro! Look! It’s snow! You think we can play in it later?” Jameson asked laughing sitting upright again.

“JJ you have work today as do I…later…” Marvin rubbed his eyes sleepily. “Come on, I don’t want you getting sick again. Jack got so -”

“Marvin, we’re not there anymore!” Jameson yelled his hands suddenly covered in flames. He blinked shaking head, the flames dying down. “Come on. Please. Before we go off to work.” Jameson begged.

Marvin sighed, “Land please. Get dressed. I’ll get more caffeine and then if more people want to join…” He paused. “Maybe, alright?” He relented with a sigh. Jameson cheered landing before hurrying towards the door.

“I’m going to ask Anti and Seán I bet they’ll join me!” he yelled back at him before running into the door.

#2019 advent ficlet challenge #Snowflake #jacksepticeye #swap au #swap marvin #swap jameson #my wriitng

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elisalromagnoli · 6 years

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NaNoWord Sprints

I’m sprinting at :30 for 20 min if anyone wants to join.

https://nanowrimo.org/gws/7wrLcF_yP8mhH1E-NnhJmw

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2017 #nanowrimo word count #nano word sprint #elisalromagnoli #wriitng challenge #writeblr

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notimminent · 2 years

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excuse me as a crawl into a hole because i haven’t written pathokinesis in a long time and @sciencebuff was the unlucky recipient of my most recent monster-length written reply

#ooc #outofbreath;;#sciencebuff #I'M SORRY IT WAS SO LONG #i am so much selfdoubt about my wriitng for it #i want to challenge myself to write this and it's hard but i hope it's okay #i'm so so sorry

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theravenouswriter514 · 3 years

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Day Five of the 30 Day Writing Challenge

I admit I missed a day of posting, so here is the late day five prompt.

“List five places you’d like to visit.”

Number one on this list has been a bucket list item for me ever since I was young. I have always wanted to visit Maine. The beautiful forests and rocky coasts have been the inspiration for many of my fictional worlds, because I adore that setting. Growing up in Tennessee, I have become very appreciative of the beauty of a forest. One day I’d love to just drive up and camp out in one of the beautiful parks and enjoy every bit of those tall trees.

A close second on my list will reveal my nerd side, yet again. It is New Zealand. I want to visit the gorgeous landscapes that filled the Lord of the Ring and Hobbit movies. Peter Jackson knew exactly what Middle Earth would’ve looked like and he somehow found a perfect match in New Zealand. Rolling hills, beautiful beaches, peaceful fields, it all looks so calming and inviting. I’d love to visit and maybe just go for a hike through some of those landscapes.

I’d like to visit number three on my list for much of the same reason as number one; northern California and Oregon. My mom and I have always said we were going to travel to see the big beautiful redwood forests over on the west coast some day. Not only that but Oregon was the setting for one of my more major stories, and I’d like to visit and see how much of the description I got correct.

Number four on the list is equally as important to me, because I love discovering my roots. I’d like to visit Ireland one day, because a large portion of my family comes from there. I live in a whole family of redheads, the odd ones out being my dad and I, and my mom’s maiden name is even Irelan. We have taken one of those ancestry tests and it informed us that we are mostly Irish, with a little bit of English, German, and Norwegian, and a sprinkle of Native American. Please understand that I am in no way trying to claim that I am any of these, I am very much aware and proud that I am a white American woman. I’m simply delving into my ancestry, because we all come from somewhere. I would eventually like to visit all the places that my ancestors once called home, before coming over to the U.S. Ireland is just stop one for me.

Number five is another nerdy one. I’d like to visit Nebraska during the autumn season. I had heard that their pumpkin patches are like no other in the country. Fall is my all time favorite season of the year. I love the colors and the cozy feeling of sweater weather. I haven’t been to many pumpkin patches through the years. Tennessee has a beautiful and enchanting autumn, in my opinion, and the patches that I have been to have been lovely. Either way, I would like to experience a Nebraska autumn some day.

All of these seem a bit nerdy to me, but I don’t mind. I like it. I hope one day I can look back on this list and add the memories that I made while I visited these places. I hope they are as magical as I have made them out to be in my head. I have a feeling that they will be. I am so easily impressed by planet Earth and all of its beauty.

#writing #my wriitng #writing challenge #30 day writing challenge #travel #planet earth #nerdy

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