November Writing Prompts

[iam_senpai]

We're a little late on the get-go for November this year, but I feel like with roughly 1400 comments in the Halloween event so far you lot have been keeping busy enough :)

As always--

Disclaimer: I never close old writing prompts form previous months. People can and should be encouraged to post on old month's prompts and I highly encourage players to track these posts to catch stragglers or new people writing on old prompts.

Now. With that out of the way, onto this month's prompts.

November Writing Prompts

1. The thing I'm most grateful for is You.

2. Decomposition

3. Unexpected dinner guests (shoutout to rogueinladysclothing for this one)

4. Your character waited too long. There are no more chances.

5. What is your character's favorite seasonal food or drink? Do they make it themselves or have to buy it? How do they like to enjoy it?


Bonus Prompt:

Dia de los Muertos



Happy Writing!

Comments

[plagueofdeception]

Decomposition. You may want to avoid this one if you're sensitive to body horror and/or medical horror.

[chiron_survivor]

Traditions. A combination of the first prompt and the picture prompt.

[grantuseyes]

The thing I'm most grateful for is You.

[mr_enterprise]

The thing I'm most grateful for is You. Not so much a solo effort as an accidental collaborative take on the idea. :D

[mudblood_andproud]

Unexpected Dinner Guests. Hermione and Hunter had wanted a simple friends Thanksgiving. Too bad it was not meant to be.

[sweetcandygirl]

Writing prompt: Your character waited too long. There are no more chances.

Harley finds out You Can't Go Home Again.

[chiron_survivor]

aww, Harley. :( I feel bad that she worked so hard, only to come to the conclusion that redemption in her world is a dead end.

She and Adia should hang out again when she's back in the Nexus. :)

[sweetcandygirl]

That is the main theme in Batman/ Suicide Squad -- redemption is hard to achieve. So had to stay real to that.

Yes. Yes they should <3

[heirtothearcane]

The Nightmare reminded Viatorus of who he's most grateful for.

4 - waited too long. no more chances. (Ziggyverse AU)

[willoftheblackbird]

Since they were filming a video for Lost it All, it became part of the rotation, with Raev coming on stage to join Dee for the duet at the end of the song. The blocking had them both standing, center stage - and it looked spectacular the last few times they'd done it. Both disabled singers played off each other, and the emotion of the song was palpable.

But this time was different. Dee was clearly off the whole show, though he tried his best to hide it. Jay gave him worried glances between songs, and the rest of the band caught on, and started doing it too. When it came time for Lost it All, Dee dropped half of the piano part in favor of just singing, as if he couldn't handle both at the same time. If his bandmates weren't concerned before, they definitely were now.

Jay turned to hand his violin to a stagehand when he saw Dee stand out of the corner of his eye. One step, two steps, a dazed look on his face before he literally crumpled. Guitars scratched. The music stopped. Raev couldn't see what had happened, but he knew something did, and stayed still so as not to get in anyone's way.

No one was close enough to catch Dee, but the stagehand was close enough to catch Jay's violin. His guitar swung on his back as he sprinted back across the stage. The medical team was not far behind. Additional security swarmed the barricade, assessing the situation and figuring out how to get them all off the stage as quickly as possible.

"Dee! Dee, can you hear me?" Jay quickly shifted in to nurse mode, checking vitals, trying to ascertain whether he sustained any injuries from the fall itself. Gloria's team helped Jay keep Dee's head and neck still as they turned him onto his back, just in case.

"Shit, he's really burning up." Jay exclaimed. "His muscles didn't give out. This is something else. His blood pressure plummeted."

The medics nodded, quickly undoing his stage clothes, trying to get to the port. Dee had yet to respond, which wasn't a good sign. But at least it meant he wouldn't be fighting them starting any sort of IV fluids or medicines.

"Shit..." Jay's heart sank as he saw the redness of the skin over the port. It was hot and visibly angry. "It's infected! He's going into septic shock!"

"He's already there!" She was already on the line with Tom. "I need emergency medical transport to the nearest hospital. All security on deck!"

The rest of the band formed a protective barricade along with security. The house lights went completely up.

"Gloria! Do something! I can't feel a pulse!" Jay screamed. It echoed over Dee's still live mic and the restless crowd fell into shocked silence.

For a moment, it was quiet enough they could hear the ambulance approaching from a block away. But that moment soon ended as the crowd turned against the stage again.

"You killed our Prophet!!" Someone shouted.

"Aren't you supposed to be the healer?"
"Where's your magic now, Mystic?!"
"It's your fault he's dead!"

"No! No, he's not dead! He's not dead!" Jay started to hyperventilate. "I would have seen it... before it got this bad... I'm a nurse... in real life. I'm a nurse!"

"You killed him! You let him die!"
"You failed as a nurse! You failed as a husband!"

"Gloria... Gloria please do something!!" He begged, fearing for his own life on top of Dee's. Security was doing everything they could to hold the mob at bay, but their entire fanbase was furious, eager to tear the Mystic limb form limb.

"What do you want me to do? You waited too long. There are no more chances..."

One fan broke through. Then another. And another. At first, it seemed like an accident, the opening of the floodgates as their security team was trampled under hundreds of boots. But then he saw the dogs pointing at him, silently calling for his execution. Before Jay knew what was going on, he was hoisted the air.

"You killed our Prophet!!

"No! No, I didn't! It was an infection!"

"That you didn't notice! That you didn't catch! That you..."

They flung him out over the stage. The ground opened up and...

...

And Jay suddenly hit the cold tile hospital floor. He panicked, fighting against the blanket for a solid few seconds before he realized what it was. Before he realized where he was.

It was just a dream.

Not all of it was a dream, unfortunately. Dee was on the ward above him, receiving IV antibiotics for an infected port - an incredibly dangerous situation in and of itself.

But he hadn't collapsed during a show. He hadn't gone into shock. They managed to catch the infection early when he went in for his routine infusion. The German doctors were cautiously optimistic. There was a high likelihood they could treat the infection without even removing the port. If all went well, he'd be discharged by the end of the week.

Jay sat on the floor until he could breathe again.

This was going to be a very, very long week. He wondered if Martyn was awake.