[chocopar]

Hey guys! We are now getting closer to starting our next event, Deadcember! Your prompt for each day this time is a character that you will write about the death of in any way you want. Can't wait to see the submissions!

(Tagging the people who participated in weaktober just in case this post gets buried under all of the kdrama posts)

@writergod @adejare976 @cupiditis @voidnoidoid @bluebird990 @kirameki-kumo

[adejare976]

Weaktober: Prompt 1 - Claws

Thank you @ladyelainehilfur for tagging me. Your the first person to ever tag me, and I feel honored. On with the prompt.

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Imagine a Neko!Reader living with Teddy Jin. They're very kind, clever, curious, and affectionate to him. They keep their living space tidy, doesn't tear up furniture, and tries to help out whenever they can. They're even good when they need a bath or go to the vet to get shots. Everything is great, until Reader needs their claws cut. Nobody knows why, not even them, they just hate doing it, because the clippers give them bad vibes.

Which is why Reader is why Reader is currently hiding under the bed in the very back corner where Teddy can't reach.

Teddy truly didn't know what to do. He knew if he'd get scratched if he reached his hand under, but there was no way that Reader would come out of the corner. Treats, toys, nothing worked, they were hellbent on staying in that corner, and nothing could change that. So, Teddy has to use his last option, that just might work against them: guilt tripping.

"Come on Reader, just a few quick cuts and were done." Teddy said looking under the bed at the back corner

"Nah, I'm fine. The vibes are not aligning right now, so I think I better stay in this very specific corner."

"Please come out. If you don't I might just cry. You don't wanna see me cry, right?"

"....no."

"Please do this one thing for me. I might even have a treat for you if you do it."

Readers ears perked up at this new information, "A treat you say? Any kind of treat?"

"Any kind of treat that's within my budget, yeah" Teddy hesitantly said, realizing his mistake in word choice.

Ladies, gents, and unknown eldritch beings of this world, this is exactly how in exchange for getting their claws cut, Reader got a brand new gaming console. My Teddy's wallet rest in pieces.

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Forgot to post this yesterday lol.

[writergod0]

WEAK-tober | Day 2: Super

Category: M/F

Pairing: Jake Ji/ Reader

Tags: #Drabble,

Words: 253

Current TW: None

“Oh my god,” Jake says in a tone that either indicates that someone had died, or if he ran out of candy. “I can’t actually believe it.” 

The villain wears his signature costume, a rather boring set of casual clothes: a black hoodie and pants; his mask’s the only thing that sticks out despite its plainness. At first sight, it looks like a simple black mask, but you know better now. 

You blink once at the villain who decided to let himself into your home without invitation, before deciding that turning off the lights and heading to bed without actually acknowledging the situation would be a rather swell choice. 

Jake chuckles, a teasing grin on his face that makes either make his friends annoyed or make his enemies run for the hills. “Aw, don’t be like that– I actually came here to talk to you about something.” 

Under the covers of your bed, you groan. 

He takes this as permission to plop himself a seat at the edge of your bed, and if you weren’t tired from working, you would have kicked him in the back of his head. “So… I’ve been reading the articles you’ve been writing about me and honestly I am surprised.” 

Article? What the hell was wrong with my article? 

“Honey, I’m a super villain– One of a kind, really.” He sighs as if he was really disappointed, “This is why I suggested you let me be your editor. You know how much work I put into my villainy?” 

[ladyelainehilfur]

So the WH reddit discord server organized our own version of Inktober called Weak-tober! Everyday, there's a prompt to start off your writing or art piece. There's no word minimum and the goal is to have fun and create more WH content^^

Please reblog and share so everyone in the fandom who might want to participate can be in the know!

Tag list below:

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@bluebird990

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[writergod0]

WEAK-tober | Day 1: Claws

Category: M/F

Pairing: Donald Na/Reader

Tags: #Drabble

Words: 379

Current TW: None

“You’re beautiful.” 

And you state that as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It almost leaves you speechless, awed to the point you might consider taking up religion. If you did, you wouldn’t even be surprised, having given up on your mission the moment you set sights on the creature.

The pressure pushing down on you does not diminish, the giant creature above you does not release its mighty hand from your throat; its black claws digging into the skin on the back of your neck. 

Outside, the night screeches.

The world is crying and screaming, lighting dances so closely with its thunder that you’re sure you’ll never be able to hear quite so well again as the heavens strike the world again and again. Boom, boom, boom— and the castle remains standing against the wrath of the gods. 

This beautiful creature was never meant to be created, and the gods are angry. You are the knight, the holiest and most faithful, and you are the knight sent to kill the monster prophesied to destroy the order of all beings. 

But…

You’re crying, and you do not understand why, barely understanding who you are anymore; only knowing that you cannot lift your sword against something so beautiful. Is this not the epitome of the world? To rid the world of such treasure… is it not too cruel? 

When the creature releases his hand from your neck, you are still awed. 

It tilts its head, and the creature would have been called a man, had it never been sentenced to death. Its gaze of dark scarlet boring into you, long golden hair falling against your cheek—

“You’ve gone mad.” And it looks genuinely confused, and it trails its claws against your lips. It draws blood.  “I’ve yet to do anything and here you have completely given up on the mission your gods have given you.” 

The creature leans further down, claws trailing back to your neck. It pauses, then moves to pick up the weapon you’ve abandoned and dropped at its feet. The sacred artifact of the church, the only weapon ever created that could have slain the creature and you dropped it at its feet at first sight. 

“... I am beautiful.” 

You allow yourself to breathe. 

[chocopar]

This is just absolutely beautiful <33