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Had to do my boys carving out pumpkins for pumpkin!

Even The Sun Sets In Paradise

Chapter 1 - hello, come in, welcome to the freak show

Written For the RomCom event for the @jilytoberfest

Inspired by the book ‘The summer of broken rules’ by K. L. Walther

Honestly? I’m making this up as I go. The plot I took the time intricately plan out, isn’t plotting much. So, here we are! I hope you enjoy this. I’m also trying to incorporate all the 31prompts in this fic so… let’s see haha

Summary: Basically, James and Lily are basically going to be participating in a huge game of Assassin while falling in love with each other 😌

Y/N and Hallie are competing to run the HYBE exhibition. 

Hallie happens to be Yoongi’s childhood friend, and Y/N happens to be the person Yoongi connects with deeply and sleeps with the night before their showcase.

Though the next day, while Y/N thinks she has found something special, Yoongi doesn’t show up for her showcase but Hallie’s and doesn’t give her any explanation. 

Y/N understands his choice and doesn’t connect with him either. Because why should she? Why is Yoongi, then, mad at Y/N for not calling him and acting like they don’t really know each other? 

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Should I expand on this one? 

I’m planning to put out prompts to get feelers for ideas which can be built into a storyline. 

Submitted by @walks-the-ages

Edits: corrected "CombatBot" to "CombatUnit"

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Submitter note:

Woot! First prompt! Let's go with my most popular MB post as an official writing prompt:

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Murderbot somehow finds out it was originally a CombatUnit, stripped of its extra parts except for the advanced hacking capabilities after the disaster so The Company could keep their super expensive equipment on call at their beck and whim without letting the media and public know they haven't destroyed it.

Keeping Murderbot functioning as a lower-ranked construct also allows them to dodge certain taxes.

Murderbot decides, after listening to the entire archive of Big Finish Audios to calm down, that this is the perfect opportunity to fuck with the company. Big time. Hit them where it hurts--

For the 31prompts - prompt1

Remus Lupin is tired of James being an idiot, so he takes matters into his own hands

“Prove it”

“Alright girls, you know the deal. You don’t aim these at the little ones, you don’t use ‘em inside the house, and you don’t use them on strangers. Understood?” The roe was down on one knee between Khoda and Terbish, both hands settled behind her back as a much softer version of her ‘mom gaze’ was turned on each of them. The affirmative responses come swiftly, an eager and immediate acceptance regardless of terms from Terbish and and more collected and calm one out of the young miqo’te girl. “Alright.. but you still have to be careful, and if someone tells you to stop, you stop.”

Both arms make their way forward, each holding the ‘barrel’ of a small pistol shaped toy. There was no trigger to them, and they were constructed of wood, crystal, and just a bit of metal keeping it all tied together. Some minor runework had been put through the wood, inlaid with more crystal leading away from the main, faintly growing piece set into the top. Each of the kids take the grip of their respective toys, pointing them all around for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly to make them work. The sea wolf was content to watch those early bits of experimentation before calling them back over. “Like this..”

Both of the girls are guided to stand in front of her, facing away with a couple of conveniently placed cheap Brass Blade figures were sitting on a bench in the yard. “First you line up your aim.. see that little bit right at the end? use that to help you point.” There’s a couple of slight guidance motions to help either with their stance, or how they were holding their little pistol. “Now.. focus on the crystal. It’s not very strong, but can you feel the aether in it? The energy waiting inside? Good, good. Keep focusing on that. Imagine that it’s a little blob you can hold in your hand inside your mind...”

This is for DamereyCreations  Prompt #1 

If someone/anyone wants to write a little drabble or something to go with it, I would literally die with joy!!!!!!!

This is a dance pose called “corte” incase anyone is interested in knowing what it’s called. 

I’m drawing cute dragons for Inktober to heal your soul. See below

Whumptober: @thethistlegirlwrites @linariouswrites @doubi-ixi​

Kiera grunted, pushing herself to sit against a corner. She winced and touched her swelling lip, chains rattling. She ignored the chaffing already starting up on her wrists. Cancer stood above her, a dark look on his face. She glared up at the half dragon. Cancer had just about as much charisma as she herself did. Kiera couldn’t use any of her mind tricks on him. And it annoyed her to no end.

“Where is he?” Cancer said, voice low and icy.

Kiera grinned at him. “As if I’d tell you.”

He watched her for a moment. With only the warning of a muscle twitch in his face, he lashed out at her, kicking her across the face. Kiera fell, arms yanked viciously by the chains as she fell away. She lay there, arms stretched out and twisted a little. She felt blood drip down her arm as she sat up again, panting and tired, but unwilling to let Cancer have this victory over her.

She narrowed her eyes at him and folded her wolf ears down, waiting for his move.

Cancer watched her, though he couldn’t hide the vaguely impressed look in his eyes. “You’re a lot stronger than last time.”

“I’m protecting something I actually care about this time,” Kiera said, articulating clearly and concisely. 

Cancer raised an eyebrow. “Rin Matsu is something worth protecting. Which is why I want him. You do know what I can do with his….very peculiar mix of magic, correct?”

Kiera spat some blood out of her mouth. “Probably some bad guy evil stuff. You’re not special, you know.”

Cancer’s eyes flashed with violent rage. Kiera gasped as his foot sunk into her stomach, pressing her back into the wall. She felt old back problems rising from the grave as she fell onto her side, coughing blood onto her shackles and waiting for the blinding pain to subside. It wasn’t until a couple hours later that she realized Cancer had left her to lay on the filthy cell floor.