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[saucyjothoughts]

It's a bik bik weekend for us all... Karneval and 10 years of Joker Out!

Anticipating major FOMO for those of us unable to be there, and also a major post-social-event mood slump for those of us who do attend.

So.

How about a little something to look forward to afterwards?

(details under the cut)

Just for fun - if you want to challenge yourself to do all 31 days and exactly 100 words each, please do! But the important thing is picking something that sparks joy and creativity and getting your ideas out there.

Aim for 50-250 per scene as a guide. Most of the prompts have multiple interpretations; there are no wrong answers! Sauce welcome (obviously), but this isn't kinktober - fluff, angst, or any weird and wonderful concepts you might have in mind are included.

Humans only please - AI not welcome! Be as boring, cliche, and full of typos as you like, as long as it's human!

Post on Tumblr with the tag "JO july drabbles 2026" (or submit anonymously to Saucy if you'd prefer to stay in stealth mode)

Or on A03 in the collection (actually I can't figure out how to start a collection without outing myself so maybe just use the same tag? Or pop it in the title of your series/fic. We're a small fandom, we'll find you!)

And remember that fandom means community - reblogs, kudos, comments and conversations are what it's all about.

Who knows, maybe you'll come across a drabble that will turn into your next favourite multi-chapter longfic?

[shootingstar-boo]

I couldn't help myself when I saw the prompts for today. I mean, come on. when do rain and smoking not go hand in hand?

word count: 115

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The air inside was heavy and hot, but it quickly got replaced by the fresh breeze outside when Jan opened the window. He leaned against the wooden frame, taking in the scent of summer rain, before he turned his focus to the cigarettes waiting for him.

Jan lit one and inhaled the thick smoke with a pleased hum. Without him even noticing, Kris had made his way from the bed to the window, right beside him, their bodies sticking together from the sweat the moment he leaned his body against Jan's.

He gingerly placed the cigarette between Kris' lips and sighed happily at the feeling of his lover exhaling against the side of his neck.

[technicallycleverdetective]

3 - Someone like me (102 words)

Almost a perfect drabble! I got this idea and then got a bit stuck, so it really is short this time 😅

“Bojan, you see what I have?” Jere asks excitedly, leaning into the camera.

“No.”

“I order it at your Karneval. It come today.” Jere proudly holds up a little silver key ring with an adorable chibi art rendering of Bojan, dressed in his promotional Karneval outfit.

He bursts out laughing and holds up his own keys. “I ordered one at Eurodisko!”

His key ring is the same art style, a tiny Jere in his green bolero. The real Jere beams and leans in for a closer look.

“You have little me!”

Bojan nods gleefully. “It's almost as cute as the real thing.”

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 3 - Rain/Smoking

“Oh my god, it’s pissing!” Someone exclaims as the door is opened. Jan turns in the direction of the guy exiting the bar. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t know anyone was out here.” The door falls closed. “Didn’t know it was raining.” “You’re good,” Jan tells him around the cigarette in his mouth. He lifts his hands around it to finally light it, but the lighter doesn’t spit out more than a spark. He tuts. Another futile attempt. The guy next to him does a quick job at lighting his own cigarette, then holds his lighter out to Jan. “Need a hand?” “Hm,” Jan makes, “thanks.” “Weren’t you on stage just now?” The guy asks once both their cigarettes are lit. The noise of the pouring rain almost drowns out his words. “What was it… Joker something?” Jan nods. “Joker Out.” “Ah, that.” They blow out cigarette smoke almost simultaneously. “You sound great. Good concert.” “Thanks,”Jan responds through what can only be described as a self deprecating chuckle. “Might be our last.” The guy lets out an alarmed noise. “How come?” Jan takes his time breathing out smoke. “Our drummer might quit.” “Oh. That’s frustrating.” “Yeah.” They smoke in silence for a moment. Frustrating indeed. Then the guy holds out his hand to Jan. “Nice to meet you, by the way.” Jan eyes the hand, eyes him. “Nice to meet you too.” He shakes his hand. “Sorry, what was your name?” The guy smiles. “I’m Jure.”

[saucyjothoughts]

Joker Out July Drabbles 2026

Day 3 - Smoking

208 words

(kinda suggestive under the cut)

Bojan returned smelling of cigarettes. Kris wasn't sure exactly how much Bojan still smoked. It wasn't a secret that he did, but he must have known that Kris disapproved because he always seemed to make the effort to sneak away and not draw attention to it when Kris was around. 

Most of the time, Kris never called him out on it when he could smell smoke on him, so they could both pretend it was a secret, they could both pretend everything was fine. 

Because the truth was, Kris loved the smell. 

He loved the weak, yearning side of Bojan that left it's scent on him long after he was finished indulging. Bojan was something Kris was weak for, something he couldn't get enough of. He'd tried to quit, over and over again, but his body continued to crave him. It was worse when he was drinking or when he was stressed, needing the relief of Bojan on his lips, needing to breathe him in. He wanted to stink of him, even when all his friends told him to give it up, that it would kill him one day. 

But Bojan never called him out on it. They both pretended it was a secret, pretended everything was fine.

[saucyjothoughts]

Saucy, here's my smoking drabble, in exactly one hundred words!!!

Kris moves his cigarette little by little, slowly that no-one can see his intentions.

“Ouch! You burned me!” Bojan cries and looks at Kris who doesn’t even turn his head. “Why would you do that?” he babbles as he tries to ease the pain with a cold beer can.

I wanted to hurt you.

“You shouldn’t have come so close”, Kris says after a long drag on his cigarette, the shitty gaslighter.

He grabs Bojan by the arm and leads him to the freezer. "Let's get some ice in there, it'll help."

Bojan squirms, but obeys.

I’ll hurt you again.

Oh anonyboo this is lovely and angsty and dark.

Here's hoping kris hurts him in a way Bojan wants next time

[ana-chronista]

"Only" 356 words? I'm getting the hang of this drabble thing!* (*That's an absolute lie, wait until you see tomorrow's.) Day Three: Smoking

It takes Nace a moment or two to locate Jan when he steps outside, but once he’s worked his way past the chattering clumps of other smokers, he finds him a little further down the building, leaning up against the wall and seemingly lost in thought. He can’t help but think he looks like a model with his head tipped back like that, throat exposed. Or a work of art, maybe. Or, no – something otherworldly. He almost stops, almost just stands and stares, but suddenly Jan is looking up and offering him a smile, so he urges his feet to pick up the pace again and heads over to join him. “The others are voting to move on,” he says by way of greeting, remembering what he came out here to do. “The choices so far are Freedom or Electric City.” “Now?” Jan’s voice had surprised him that first day with how deep it is, but he’s noticed it always sounds rougher when he smokes, in the same way it does when he’s just woken up. “About twenty minutes, I think. Jure’s just bought a drink and he won’t let it go to waste.” “Ah, good. Enough time to finish this then,” he says, gesturing with his cigarette, still burning down between two of his long fingers. He’s still smiling. “You want one?” It’s been ages since Nace last smoked. He’s not given it up as strictly as the drinking, but he knows how bad it is for him. How much healthier he feels without it, even when he misses it. He should absolutely turn around and go back indoors to help the others figure out their next move, not stay out here and smoke and be mesmerised by Jan’s pretty dark eyes and how his lips look around his cigarette and wonder what his hair might feel like between Nace’s fingers or how warm his mouth might be or how his body might feel pressed between Nace’s and that wall – “Sure, why not?” he manages, reaching to take the packet almost before Jan can get it out of his pocket. One cigarette can’t hurt, surely.

[saucyjothoughts]

I wonder how Nace would act with a partner he has a height difference with👀👀

Taller or shorter is the question anonyboo...

(Nsfw under the cut)

Nace loves that he can pick you up so easily. It's sometimes practical, when you're in the way he can simply lift you up and put you down on the counter, where he gives you a kiss in apology. Sometimes it's purely his dick thinking, holding you up so all you can do is hold onto him and feel how excited he is.

Your small frame makes his dick feel even bigger, you hands wrapped around him are almost comical. It does take more prep for you to fit him inside you but you both love it regardless.

When you take charge he surrenders fully, letting you control his body however you please.

If you were bigger and taller...

Not many things can make him feel small usually, so it's a very nice change to have you. He likes being the little spoon, your body surrounding him, making him feel safe. The fact he has to look up to meet your eye is surprisingly hot.

He has sat on the counter to make out woth you and now he understands why people get so wet over that move.

He's happy to take charge, but just as happy to let you boss him around, dog collar on his neck as he kneels at your feet.

[xx-owl-xx]

JO July Drabbles by @saucyjothoughts

Day Three: Rain (134 words)

He was thanking his lucky stars that that he noticed the clouds rolling in when they did. Last thing he wanted was his grill getting poured on my rain and messing with the temperature inside.

Jan was over again and Jure wanted to make him dinner since the other had been doing it a lot as of late. Jure knows Jan has no issue making them dinner when Jure is spending the entire afternoon and most of his evenings planning for Karneval, but Jure still wants to pay back the favor.

"Food ok?" Jure turned back at the sound of his boyfriend.

"Yah brought it in before it had a chance to really get going." Jure put the tongs down and tugged at Jan's belt loops to bring him down for a gentle kiss.

[saucyjothoughts]

Dear Saucy, I wrote another one!

They lie in bed, still panting. Jan moves his jaws from side to side, trying to relax them. Nace turns to him, looking a little guilty. “I hope I didn’t break you.”

Jan laughs. Nace is big, that’s for sure. Jan loves it when he gets hard in his mouth. He wants every blowjob to be like a spa for Nace’s cock. It deserves undivided attention and pampering. After a job well done, he’s rewarded with a warm load. Sometimes that alone makes him cum, too.

“Try harder,” Jan grins and leans in to kiss him. “You know how good you taste,” he murmurs against Nace’s lips. It’s Nace’s turn to grin. He knows.

Nace goes to the kitchen, satisfied. He grabs a blender from the fridge and pours himself his daily dose. Apparently, it hasn't been clinically proven, but Jan's statement is enough for him.

Pineapple really does work wonders for the taste of semen.

🤤🤤🤤🤤

[softwetmoss]

After 11pm but still made it! An entire day of daydreaming condensed into 105 words

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ljubitelj-sonca]

JO July Drabbles - Day 2 - Karneval

“Bro, we should do something for our birthday.” Kris frowns at Jan. “Our birthday?” “Yeah, like—” Jan takes an inconveniently timed sip of his beer, “—like our band birthday. Anniversary.” “Bro, that’s almost two years away.” Kris takes a drink of his own beer. The party is dying down. People are leaving. They’re both so fucking drunk they’ve lost all energy. “Hmm, you gotta plan early.” “What’s your plan then.” Jan sinks deeper into the couch next to Kris. “Like, huge.” “Hm, how huge?” “Kardeljeva huge.” “Heh,” Kris makes, “yeah right.” “And with like, a theme. Sci-Fi. Or Karneval.” Kris pushes Jan’s head away from his shoulder. He’s getting too warm. “That’s so dumb.” “I know.” Jan slumps into the other direction. “I’m still workshopping it.”

[shootingstar-boo]

for day 2 of @saucyjothoughts 's JO july drabbles, we got a little bit of stupidity today for a 2024 London era throwback; confession.

word count: 191 (bit over 100 words there mate)

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"Uh- who ate all my biscuits?" Nace peeked into the living room from their apartment's kitchenette.

"Guys! Come on! It's the one treat he can have around here and one of you ate it."

"Bojan, sit back down," Jan tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"No, we need to get to the bottom of this."

"Bojan–"

"Nacko, let me have this." He turned to the others again. "Who did it?"

"Me and Jan were out to get groceries. That leaves you and Kris."

"Well I didn't touch those. Nace, I think you're sweet enough as it is, you don't need biscuits."

"Kris! I knew it."

"How do I know you weren't the one who did it and you're just blaming me to save face?"

"I wouldn't do such a thing."

"You so would."

Jan, Jure and Nace shared a look and quietly nodded at what Kris said. Seeing this, Bojan gasped dramatically and shook his head.

"I live in a house of bullies!" He cried.

.

"I ate them," Kris confessed later that night, after Bojan was forced to go shopping to atone for his sins. "I forgot they were labeled."

[hazzybat]

Drabble for the @saucyjothoughts july prompt list thing! Forgot to post this yesterday lol

Janjure my beloved

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Jan was very familiar with Jure's body. He knew about the freckles and moles that covered his ass, the cut from some adventure long ago and far away, a dog bite from when he was a kid.

When they were feeling lazy, Jan would lay on Jure's chest and find each mark, giving them a slow kiss and asking for the story behind them.

There were a few that Jure would look away from. He'd take a long pause, and Jan would wait, unsure if Jure would tell him.

But he always did. Eventually his voice always told Jan how he go it and Jan would kiss the mark and then Jure's lips.

[saucyjothoughts]

im sorry but seeing the prompt "rain" (day 3) right below the prompt "karnival" (day 2) is so funny after The Karneval Apocalypse™ 😭

I swear I did not intend to manifest The Storm!

[ana-chronista]

"Perhaps writing dialogue only will help me keep the word count down," Ana told herself, like the absolute liar she is. Clocking in at 456 (!) words, please enjoy this next "drabble" about an issue with the Karneval promo that threatened to derail the entire thing.

Day Two: Karneval

“You’re probably wondering why I called you here.” “You... didn’t? Muca, this is our rehearsal space. Of course I’m going to be here on rehearsal day.” “Let’s not beat around the bush. I need you to look at this.” “... isn’t this one of those Ikona postcards of Bojan?” “Other side.” “I – oh. Oh.” “Yes.” “But –” “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Krisko.” “This is a letter of resignation.” “Yes.” “Why is it on the back of one of Bojan’s postcards?” “Because it was that or one of the Spar cans, and I just couldn’t get the right angle for that to work.” “You can’t do this! Especially not with Karneval coming up!” “You’ve all left me with no choice.” “You know I’m going to just file this in the bin, right?” “Do what you have to. It won’t change anything. I have to leave.” “But why?” “It’s all there in the letter.” “Yes, which you appear to have spilled one of those cans on, so this whole section is just a blur.” “I – oh, shit. Well, it still counts.” “Jure.” “Kris.” “What’s this all about?” “...” “...” “... alright, fine. If I have to spell it out.” “Please do.” “It’s the cannon.” “The cannon?” “Yes. The cannon.” “I’m sorry, that still tells me absolutely nothing.” “The cannon? The cannon?” “You can put as much emphasis on it as you want, I still don’t know what you’re on about.” “The cannon from the promo shoot? The cannon we hinged our entire final scene on? The cannon that you all insisted Jan needed to go in?” “You –” “Jan!” “But –” “I was right there, Krisko! I can’t believe you guys overlooked me!” “Jure, we didn’t know you wanted to be the one in it!” “Really? There was a dangerous job and not one of you thought ‘oh yeah, Jure would be perfect for this’? It’s like you don’t know me at all!” “Was the spinning board not enough?” “Please. As if they compare. There’s no sense of danger.” “...” “...” “Look, if danger is what you want, what if we just... come up with something else for next time for you?” “You can’t convi-” “I’m thinking those tightrope skills and some knives. Juggling, of course. Probably fire in there somewhere too.” “...” “Well?” “... I’m listening.” “Fantastic! Alright, we’ll sort the details out when the others get here. Just one sec –” “Wait, you promise me knives and fire and then you disappear? What’s so urgent?” “I’m just going to run your resignation note through the shredder.” “Bojan won’t be happy when he sees that.” “That’s his problem. I’ve been waiting ages for an excuse to get rid of some of these postcards.”

[technicallycleverdetective]

2 - Karneval (219 words)

My first attempt at writing short form. I'll dip in and out of this randomly, but it's been great for creativity.

Inspired by the pure emotional catharsis and power of friendship vibes when it all turned out well ✨️

Jan is staring blankly into space until he feels a heavy weight on his shoulders, startling him back to reality. He places a hand on it and feels a blanket.

Looking up for the person who put it there, he sees Nace taking a seat on the step beside him, two steaming mugs in his hands. He gives one to Jan, who lets the heat seep through the ceramic and into his skin like he's never felt warmth before. Nace puts an arm around him and Jan leans on him, boneless, as he takes his first sip.

Jure has wrapped a blanket around himself like a cape and lies on the bench with his eyes closed, head resting on Kris’s leg, one hand holding onto his.

Jere tucks himself firmly under Bojan's chin, hugging him close, being hugged even more tightly in return. “I tell you it will be okay. You see? Is okay.”

Bojan is still fighting the battle to stop crying, clinging to him, gulping at the air. Jere keeps holding on, firmly enough that Bojan will not worry that he'll ever let go. He knows how it feels when all the walls you've built collapse at once (fortunately not literally today) and how important it is to have a safe pair of hands to fall into.