We are going fic-writing to celebrate my One Year Fanfic Anniversary and 1K followers! Let’s goooooooo!
Because this is the first time I am doing this, I’ll keep it short and sweet. And if the readers would like me to write any prompt for them they are always welcome! (PS- We’ll have our own share of fun these entire four weeks too.)
Rules:
We will be writing for Marvel/MCU/Marvel Comics because that’s the fandom I’ve been writing for, for the past 1 year.
You can write series, one-shots, hell even three volumes if you want.
The theme can be fluff, smut, angst leading to fluff or smut but no heartbreaks okay? My doctor said no to deliberate sad.
No underage x adult ship or sibling ship. This blog despises pedophilia and incest in any shape or form. No smut for underage characters.
Once you choose a prompt and a character, you have to let me know via an ask or a message so that I can mark it down for you.
Try writing the fic with reader insert or the reader having some sort of a code name. I want the fics to be all-inclusive so that anyone who reads it enjoys it.
Please send me asks only for characters and not for the actors who’ve played them.
Tag me in your work and use the tag #Nada’s 1K and #maladaptive ninja 1K too in case tumblr doesn’t send me the notification.
Reblog this so I know someone somewhere is interested.
Have fun writing. Don’t stress yourself out. This is supposed to make you happy, okay? Okay!
ANd of course, I’ll compile all the works into a special list where everyone can see it :D
*** The last day to submit your work will be September 8.
Prompts
Hey, whatever it is, I didn’t do it.
“Everything is going smooth!” *huge explosion at the back*
Can we-can we do that? Please, can we do that?!
I am having a bad day. I am having a really bad day. x Loki by @lokixme
“Hey A, can you see what’s wrong with this...thing?” “B...did you get stuck again?”
“Don’t say i-” “I freaking TOLD YOU SO!!!”
Oh my GOD JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY!!! x Dr Strange by @lokis-lady-death
A: Did you eat my leftovers? *B pauses before running away*
A: “What’s wrong with my scarf?” B:“It’s still wrapped around your neck.”x Loki and Bucky by @tarithenurse (O.O)
A: “What’ll make you feel better?” B: “You falling from here.” A: “How about a cookie?” B: “...yeah.” x Loki by @propertyofmarvel
A: “Why don’t you shut up and save us with some dignity?” B: “I don’t do anything with dignity.”x Loki by @qualitynerdwasteland
A: “Oh my God! You are arresting me for that? What the he-” B: “I’m not a cop.” A: “........oh. OH!”
A: Babe are you on y- B: Say period and I’ll smack you through the door. A: ……...chocolates?
A: I love you B: Well, shit
That’s your idea of staying low-key? x Bucky by @kentuckybarnes
Series warning: Violence with a chance of romance. Tiny. Microscopic even. Depends on how I'm faring in my microscopic love life
Written for @maladaptive-ninja-returns 's 1K challenge.
Tags: @tarithenurse , @maladaptive-ninja-returns and the countless sex bots following me.
Chapter warning: mention of schizophrenia,
(Having mental disorder doesn't mean a person is crazy. )
Prologue
"What are you waiting for? Pathetic! Are you scared of shedding a little blood ?"
A voice of a man haughtily mocked me.
I wasnt sleeping and this definitely wasnt a dream.
But, the voice resounded within my head, constantly taunting me and provoking me, telling me to do things I rather wouldnt.
Preparing myself for what I had to do, I rubbed my temples and opened my eyes.
A small army of over a hundred humans stood at a distance, facing me. My stomach churned just from sensing their killing intent.
As the demon inside me continued harping, i looked down at the two shortswords i was carrying in each hand. They were currently my only source of comfort and protection. No thanks to my only companion who was, weird enough as it sounds, residing inside me currently.
"If you're done with the self pitying, I really wouldn't mind seeing a little light stabbing."
If I had to constantly hear a voice in my head, why couldn't i have schizophrenia instead. Nothing my brain could concoct, could possibly be as perpetually violent as what my internal hitchhiker came up with.
"Stab them in the throat or preferably, the eye, if you're taking requests."
Shaking off the distracting thoughts, I tightened my grip on the daggers and glanced at the men staring at me with hostility.
"COME." A strange powerful shout erupted from my mouth and I charged forward with, weirdly, a twinge of excitement.
I was really planning on facing an entire army alone.
"Ugh... Maybe, I've gone crazy after all."
Notes:
Written with a metaphorical gun pointed at my head. The gun being filled with good beer.
I entered your writing contest but then I had to go away. I can’t find the original post, has the due date already past? I’m not finished but I’m about halfway done.
Hear ye Hear all!
Screw them dates and write till that serotonin rises rather than falls!
