Thank you for your little snippets of art and story. They make me super happy just looking and basking.
AH! thank you! I definitely dont have time to sit down and write as much as I’d like to, so I try to tell stories in the best way I can- ART! (and nice bite size drabbles)
This month has brought many good and bad things for me and many others. One of which is that I have reached 100 followers. Thank you for following me! It means so very much to me! To Celebrate this milestone along with Pride and lift spirits a bit I’ve decided to host my very first challenge. Thank you so much for those of you who participate, read, and have encouraged me thus far. !
The due date for this writing challenge will be October 20, 2020.
Please use the tag #RainbowWritingChallenge and mention me in your post, so I can find your entry. Sometimes notifications can be a bit funny, so if you post an entry and see no interaction from me, send me an ask or DM, pretty please!
Please send me an ASK or DM to claim a prompt! Claims in comments or reblogs will NOT be taken into consideration. I am sorry.
Please, make sure you read the rules. If you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to ask!
All rules and prompts are under the cut. Prompt types include song, moodboard/gifs, and phrase prompts.
This will be the main information post for this challenge and I will do my best to keep this list updated, so that if anyone wants to join it sometime later, you will know if there are any prompts left.
RULES:
You don’t need to follow me to participate, though it is appreciated
One (1) prompt per person and one person per prompt (to start)
When you send in a request, please let me know what character or ship you will be writing for. You can change this in the future if you want.
There is no word count requirements or limits, just remember to use the Read More feature. Drabbles, oneshots, series - everything’s fine.
No social media AUs, please.
My only request is that you tag your fics accurately and thoroughly.
Use appropriate warnings!
Smut is welcome but tag it properly!
Reader insterts and OCs are perfectly fine, but, please, no real people fics.
Ships like SamBucky, SamSteve, BuckyNat, SteveNat, SamNat, NatWanda, Stucky, Staron, SamSharon, BuckySharon are all okay, whether they include a reader/oc or not.
You may use the prompt in any way you choose. The only thing I require is for you to use your beautiful brains and try your best.
Songs:
Red Solo Cup: Toby Keith
Orange Trees: MARINA @nekoannie-chan (undecided)
Orange: CLAY
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road: Elton John @platonictrashh with Steve
Greensleeves: Traditional English Folksong (song ref #2)
Blue Eyes: MIKA
Blue Moon of Kentucky: Hilty & Mueller @jillmariej (undecided)
The Color Purple: The Color Purple the Musical
Purple Rain: Prince @2smittinkittin
Pink Shoe Laces: Dodie Stevens
Sarah Brown Eyes: Ragtime
Black and White: Niall Horan @star-spangled-beard-burn with Steve
White Flag: Joseph
White Winter Hymnal: Fleet Foxes
Pocket full of Gold: American Authors
Idioms:
Caught Red Handed @queennuthouse with Lancelot (from Merlin)
Apples and Oranges @tales-of-spring with Steve
Yellow Bellied @delicatetimetravelarcade with Wanda
Green Thumbed @captain-rogers-beard (@captain-rogers-beard-mainblog) with Steve
Feeling Blue @amythedvdhoarder with Stucky
Purple Prose
Tickled Pink @buckybarney (undecided)
Rose Colored Glasses @kittykatlow with Bucky
Black Sheep @angrythingstarlight with Bucky
White lie @donutloverxo with Ransom Drysdale
Moodboards:
Chris Evans Moodboard claimed by @shakespeareanqueer
Bucky Barnes moodboard claimed by @navybrat817
Loki Laufeyson Moodboard was claimed by @charmed-asylum
Natalia Romanova moodboard claimed by @marvelsswansong
Wanda Maximoff Board claimed by @danihow
Tony Stark Board was claimed by @jedinite16
There is also a Peter Parker Beige Moodboard up for grabs but I can’t attach it because tumblr only lets 10 images per post and can’t switch out the images by editing....
Warnings: may have missed a few swears while editing... IDK excessive Beyonce (Can that even be a thing), Mentions of previous sound deprivation.
Summary: Bucky and Sam have a friendly feud that will last for the decades. This time Sam’s immaturity reaches extremes and Bucky is ready to gouge his ears out. Will you sacrifice your own peace to help Bucky, or are you going to leave him to stew in his self made agony.
Word Count:1,241
Bucky was always surprised by the range of sounds that surrounded him every day. No matter where he went, there was some kind of noise. Even when he was wandering the half-empty halls of the compound or trying to find peace in the nearby wildlife. It didn't even matter the time of day. Chatter, arguments, gunshots, the clicking of type keys, songbirds, owls, snoring, panting, and music.
Don't get him wrong it wasn't that Bucky hated the symphony that surrounded him. Often times, he found himself sitting out of the way just listening to the choirs that he could hear. It was preferable to the silence that had surrounded him during his time with HYDRA. They had been vigilant in keeping him from overhearing anything that could have derailed his compliance and, therefore, had soundproofed everything tenfold.
Today, however, the noise had gotten to be too much. It took every ounce of willpower in Bucky's enhanced being not to stuff his ears with cotton and scream himself just to drown out the sounds. It didn't help that Sam was on his case about his "outdated" sense in music, again. Blasting Tupac, Beyonce, and a multitude of other LOUD musicians, so loud that even if Bucky wasn't enhanced, he would still be able to hear it in any of the Avengers' designated rooms of the compound. Since he WAS, though, he ended up being physically unable to get far enough away from the petulant man-child's antics.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky stared into the high skylights of his current hiding place, fighting back the frustrated tears that were pushing against his eyelids. There has to be someplace where the noise stops. Somewhere where he can sit and not be distracted by someone's footsteps or triggered by someone's idle conversations. Someplace safe.
Before Bucky could fall further into his frustrations, a soft set of footprints danced their way to the opposite side of the sparring mats where he laid sprawled out on his back. He looked up to see you execute a perfect tumbling pass only to end up lying on your back perpendicular to him, your head gently coming to rest on his hard belly.
"SO, what did you do to get Sam riled up this time?" You say, draping your friend and teammate's arm out from under you before playing with his fingers.
"Honestly, I have no clue," He sighs, causing you to look up into his face. "I wish I knew how to make it stop, though." He looked at you with the most sincere puppy-dog eyes you have ever seen, the unshed tears enhancing your view into his hopelessness.
"So you didn't happen to say, 'Sam shut off that shit, or I swear to god I will beat you until you no longer have any hearing left,' or some such nonsense while he was listening to Beyonce on repeat this morning?" You smirk, knowing full well that he did. "You recognize that he worships that woman. He could put Tony's obsession with himself to shame."
Sighing, he looks away, "Yeah, But can you blame me? He had been listening to the ONE song for Hours, Echo. HOURS."
Smiling at him sympathetically. "Winter, you could've been a bit nicer. Though honestly, if you hadn't done it, I would have. I don't think he realizes how much we can hear. I know Steve just dealt with his antics because he's a saint. But sadly, neither of us are, and he isn't here to curb Sam's crazy."
Bucky grimaces at the reminder of his best friend's newfound sabbatical. "Yeah, Steve is good at that sort of thing. But that doesn't solve our current problem. How are we going to get him to stop?"
"We don't need him to stop, you need him to stop," you correct your now perplexed human pillow. "I fully intend to use my own personal Batcave. Wait out the worst of the storm. According to FRIDAY's statistics, he should get tired of this shit in about three hours, should be just enough time to read a romance novel, take a nap, and maybe even paint a little bit."
You could feel the eyebrows on Bucky's raise in disbelief. "You can't possibly have somewhere on base that can block out sound well enough for you to not hear this hysteria."
Laughing, "You think I didn't make that my first stipulation when I moved into this madhouse to join this merry band of heroic misfits? I knew you've taken your fair share of head blows, but I thought the glowing blue stuff they filled your veins with prevented CTE." You lean up onto your grounded forearm into a sideways plank before flipping into a cartwheel over Bucky's chest. "I'm not sure how you haven't found it. Tony made it into a literal dead zone. It's like a giant box of silence that sound bounces off of like steve's patriotic frisbee and BBEG noggins."
Bucky shakes his head, bemused by your antics. "Doll, if you haven't noticed, I don't echolocate shit. That's what you are paid for. and I figured that since your private rooms were basically soundproof that Tony had done his best."
Still smirking playfully at him. "Stark rarely does less than perfect work, Barnes, especially when he pairs his brain with Shuri's. You should know that since you wear one of their mechanical miracles connected to your shoulder almost all the time."
"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want," He mutters.
"Hey, don't be such a leech." You say, nudging the aforementioned limb with your toe.
Staring up at you defensively, he pouts, "I am not a leech, what does that even mean?
"It means you suck all of the joy out of me teasing you. You know I don't mean to cause harm, I care for you and all the shiny, mechanical bits that come along for the ride."
He scrunches his face up in distaste. "Thanks, I guess." He mutters, before quickly changing the subject, "So you said something about a bat cave? Since you care for me so much, does that mean you'll take pity on my soul and take me with you?" at this point, he would do anything to keep from having to listen to the blasting beats Sam kept popping out of what feels like nowhere.
"I don't know, Bucky. It might not be up to your sensibilities."
"Please don't make me beg." He states, staring up at your mock contemplation. He watches as the corners of your lips twitch ever so slightly.
"What will you do for me if I share?"
"I am sorely tempted to say anything, but I'm sure I will regret it if I do. What would you like me to do for you?" He says, his eyes pleading with you to go easy on him.
"Is there any chance of convincing you to read my penny romance to me?"
"If it gets me out of this endless tirade of music, I will even act out all the kissing scenes for you. Just show me the way, dollface."
"Well, if you are offering, I definitely can't say no to watching your performance, Mr. Barnes." You smile and turn toward the abandoned yoga studio in the back corner of the training area.
Bucky groans as he gets up from the floor. Unsure of whether or not he just wrote himself a death sentence by romance novel instead of by music.
Hi, I dont think my ask went through, thanks tumblr 😒, so I see white lie is taken , so could I take black sheep with Bucky. Thanks
I am so sorry that tumblr ate your ask but thank you for being willing to participate with a different prompt! I have you down! I look forward to reading what you make!
I was tagged by the wonderful @nekoannie-chan. Thank you.
I will preface this with the fact that I am the worst at making decisions.
honey and lemon or milk and sugar /-- Depends on the tea
/ musicals or plays / --- why do I have to choose? *whispers it’s musicals*
/ lemonade or iced tea /
/ strawberries or raspberries /
/ winter or summer /-- but like Autumn is where it really is at
/ beaches or forests /
/ diners or cafés /
/ unicorns or dragons / uuuuuuhhhh don’t make me choose?
/ gemstones or crystals / especially uncut ones/ non traditional cuts
/ hummingbirds or owls / hoot hoot fools.
/ fireworks or sparklers / I have horror stories from both objects sooo i’ll pass
/ brunch or happy hour / seeing as I no longer drink I’ll choose food.
/ sweet or sour / both i like some bite to my sweet.
/ rome or amsterdam /
/ classic or modern art / depends on the art type and the artist. I love impressionism. I love Van Gogh, but also like there are some amazing digital artists out there!
/ sushi or ramen /
/ sun or moon/
/ polka dots or stripes /
/ macaroons or croissants / for what? if I want a savory I choose Croissant, if i want a sweet i choose macaroon. none of this chocolate croissant crap. I can’t have chocolate.
/ glitter or matte / it may be the std of the craft world but I love it so much.
/ aquariums or planetariums / Where? are we by the sea? if so then aquariums. but here in Utah i would go Planetarium any day. we have these big ass telescope buildings on the tops of the mountains that are so damn cool! but our aquarium is absolute garbage.
/ road trip or camping trip / I always end up with some wild animal in on or next to my tent when I go camping. like I went to yellowstone took a nap and woke up next to a buffalo kinda deal. Every. Time.
/ colouring books or water colour / water color coloring books peeps. it’s where it be at.
/ fairy lights or candles ... fire is kinda a bad mix with me... so i’ll go with the non flame oriented pretty.
tagging cause I can: @cavillanche @buckys-broody-muffin @kittykatlow @star-spangled-beard-burn @girl-next-door-writes and uuuuuhhhhmmm @tossacoin2yourwitcher because i wanna know all the thing of all my peeps. Thank you for playing!
Congratulations! Okay, I thought about it and I think I'd like to have Green Thumbed with Steve Rogers and a reader. Thank you! - Mimi
Me feeding your plot bunny:^^^^^
You: *unaware and falling into my trap*
Me: *acts like nothing happened but is really happy, rubs my sliced finger* thank you for participating, i can't wait to read whatever magic you make happen. Thank you for your support!