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Nathmarc November Prompt List 2024
As we approach the end of the year, another Nathmarc event approaches as well! Nathmarc November 2024 is coming soon so if you want to start working on your pieces, here are the prompts!
List created by ASingleRaindrop. Originally posted in the Nathmarc Multiverse discord server.
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Nathmarc November Prompt List 2024
Apéritif - Simple prompts
1. Alternate
2. Background
3. Surprise
4. Origins
5. Lucky
6. Understanding
Entrée - Exploring ideas
7. Think of another ending to a canon episode
8. Explore one of your headcanons for Nath or Marc
9. Limit yourself to 30 minutes
10. You can redo yesterday's piece with more time
11. Marc is the central character
12. And now Nath is the central character
Main Course - Varied genres
13. Kid around with a non-serious piece
14. Imagine a scary situation
15. No happy ending for this piece :)
16. Give your piece a touch of fantasy
17. Optimism prompt: Do something positive.
18. Use your favourite alternate universe
Palate Cleanser - Set challenges
19. The central character is neither Nath nor Marc
20. Grab the first item to your right. Use it in your piece
21. Open your music playlist and use the first song as inspiration
22. Open your favourite book and use a quote from that as inspiration
23. Describe something you experienced recently in your piece
24. First Person POV
Dessert - Meta pieces
25. One of the characters breaks the fourth wall
26. Repeat your favourite prompt in a different way
27. Try something new; something completely different
28. Have this piece set up the story for the next one
29. End the story up you started in the previous piece
30. Make anything that makes you happy.
Summary: "Now wait a minute Virgil, let's just try a rehearsal with Roman. Just once. If you hate it, you don't have to do it ever again,' Patton reasoned.
"There is no way in hell I am doing anything with Roman Prince."
Logan adjusted his clipboard. "Why do you feel the need to say his whole name every time?"
"That's beside the point!"
Roman threw his hands up exasperatedly. Virgil waved him off, deciding to ignore him. There was no way this was worse for him than it was for Virgil.
"Just once," Thomas said. "Just one run through the show."
Virgil sighed. He pinched his nose. "Fine. Once."
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A college + community theater au where Virgil is bullied into joining a community theater by his roommate, Patton, and forced into an unlikely friendship with his sworn enemy.
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This fic was written for the @sandersidesbigbang ! I had a ton of fun with this event and got the opportunity to work with two amazing people!
@loganisanobody was my beta reader and artist. This fic would not be the same without their help with the storyline and I can’t thank them enough for their beautiful art.
@zombiesandbells was my artist. She is so talented her art absolutely blew me away. I think it beautifully captures the scene and gives so much personality to it.
Thank you to both of my partners and the amazing people running this event! I can’t wait to participate again next time.
(Tags, ratings, and trigger warnings below the cut)
Rating: General audiences
Archive warning: no archive warnings apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil & Creativity | Roman & Logic | Logan & Morality Patton, Anxiety | Virgil & Creativity | Roman & Logic | Logan & Morality | Patton & Thomas Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders
Characters: Anxiety / Virgil Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Logic Logan Sanders, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF)
Additional Tags: Theater AU, community theater au, small tw for a non-detailed panic attack in one chapter, prinxiety centric, College AU, Fluff, Romeo and Juliet. thing., Classic trope of actor gets sick so techie is forced to play the lead with the star
Language: English
Are we going to have a holiday event maybe? 🥰
If there is enough people interested, than yes!
Unfortunately not as many people participated in the last event so that made me a bit unsure whether to do another challenge or not.
I do have ideas, I just need to know if there’s gonna be enough participants.
Everyone, answer to this form to let me know if you think you'd participate in another one of our challenges this semester and/or to offer suggestions for future ones.
-Kauf
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Prompts will be posted on October 16th!
we apologise for the long wait! this year’s #sskkweek2024 will take place from Nov 17th to Nov 23rd~!!
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Zuko's Favorite regular
Author's Note: This was written for @zukkaweek as a VERY late contribution. Please check out their account for all the other beautiful works and future event weeks
Prompt: Day 1 - Ba Sing Se or Jasmine Dragon Words: 904 Rating: General Audiences Genre: Fluff
Enjoy!
Zuko and Iroh sat in silence at the dinner table. The smell of tea clung to them, not that they minded. Both of their bodies and minds were sore after a long day of work at the Jasmine Dragon, and Zuko still had homework from college to finish. Although, he couldn’t think of any better way to spend his time.
Iroh looked up at him every few seconds, which Zuko didn’t mind at first but was starting to.
“What?” he asked, putting down his chopsticks. “Nothing,” Iroh said, putting his hands up.
Zuko squinted at him but returned to his meal. Once again, he felt Iroh looking at him.
“Really, what?” he persisted. Iroh finished slurping his noodles before saying. “How’s school?”
Zuko made a slight face. All that just to ask how school was going?
“It’s fine,” he shrugged. Iroh cleared his throat obnoxiously. “Make any new friends?” “…no?” “Oh.”
Zuko gave up on eating, resigning his hands to his lap. Iroh pretended not to notice, living up to his title as the least subtle man alive.
“What?” Zuko said again, annoyance tracing his tone like the way a cat’s tail thumped against the ground.
Iroh shrugged too hard to look natural. “Just curious.”
Zuko squinted at him. He ran through the events of the day in his head, recounting whatever would make Iroh start to talk like that. It then dawned on him what he was asking about.
“Is this about Sokka?” he asked, leaning against the dark wooden table a little, making its old support beams creak.
“Considering he’s been flirting with you on table napkins for the past week, I’d venture to guess you know each other,” Iroh shrugged, not looking up from his bowl.
Zuko’s cheeks got a little red at the mention. In truth, this little routine had been going on for about a month. The receipts weren’t even half of it.
Sokka always walked into the Jasmine Dragon at four in the afternoon. He sat down, pretended to study the menu, and waited for Zuko to walk over and take his order. He always got the same thing.
Sokka would sit in the sunlight of the café, look between him and the menu, and say his order with a cheesy pick-up line afterward.
Zuko would roll his eyes, write down what he ordered,—which was always a lemon green tea—and walk away with a dumb smile on his face.
He tried to hate it, he really did. He’d pretend to be annoyed with the advances. However, there came a point where he could no longer hide how amused he was.
He remembered the first day he laughed at one of Sokka’s little jokes. Sokka lit up like a lightbulb, grinning at the slight snicker he received.
After the initial flirting, Zuko took his order to the back and went about his business until Sokka’s tea was ready.
When it was done, he’d carry it over and place it down, avoiding whatever homework Sokka was working on. Sokka would give him a smile, another pickup line, and would finish his work.
Once he was done, he’d wait for the check, and take the time he had Zuko trapped there, waiting for his signature, to have some casual small talk. Zuko would usually just nod, but lately, he’d been finding himself engaged in the conversations.
Sokka would eventually leave his signature, putting another dumb pickup line beside it, and he’d leave a few minutes later.
They did that nearly every weekday for the past three months. Zuko wouldn’t admit that he liked the attention or just Sokka’s attention, but he found it hard to deny that he smiled every time he walked in.
Iroh, as unsubtle as he was in domestic situations, could be discreet when he wanted to. He was observant to a near-impossible degree.
“So?” Iroh prodded, dragging Zuko out of his thoughts. “Care to explain to your uncle?” Zuko shrugged. “He’s just weird.” “He has a crush on you. You have a crush on him.” Zuko put his hand to his chest, scandalized. “No, I do not!” “No one is judging you.” “I do not have a crush on him!” “Your face is as red as the chili flakes in this broth, nephew.”
Zuko rolled his eyes. “We’re just friends. Hardly friends, at that. He thinks he’s funny.”
Iroh looked at him one last time before shrugging and continuing to eat. Zuko finished his meal, helped wash the dishes, and walked to his bedroom to change clothes and sleep.
As he tossed his jeans into the laundry basket, something fell out of his pocket. He picked it up, inspecting the folded paper. He opened it with gentle fingers, a smile crinkling his eyes as he studied it.
In the receipt printer font were the words “medium green lemon, extra sweet.” The last part was underlined in blue pen. Sokka wrote out in his messy, near illegible handwriting “just like you.”
Zuko, even in the privacy of his own home, pretended to roll his eyes. He laid it on his desk and lay in bed, still grinning.
Despite his claims at the dinner table, he couldn’t wait to go to work tomorrow and see Sokka’s face again.
Little did he know, tomorrow was the day that Sokka would scribble out his number on his receipt. They would start dating a few days later after their third date.
Author's Footnote: hope you enjoyed! This is a VERY late contribution, but I enjoyed participating nonetheless <333 Go check out @zukkaweek !! Can't wait to contribute next year, should they run the event again.
Nico Di Angelo who refuses to believe that he’s a good person who’s capable of good things, despite the constant evidence. Jason Grace who fights tooth and nail for Nico’s humanity and kindness because he sees it too often to ignore every day of his life. That’s it. That’s the post.
Day 1 - August 11th
Ba Sing Se or Jasmine Dragon | Fake Dating
Day 2 - August 12th
Accidental Kid Acquisition | Zukka As Dads
Day 3 - August 13th
Kyoshi Warrior Sokka | Blue Spirit
Day 4 - August 14th
Culture Sharing | Arranged Marriage
Day 5 - August 15th
Zuko Joins the Gaang Early | Gay/Bi Awakening
Day 6 - August 16th
Cave of Two Lovers | Disability/Chronic Pain/Chronic Illness
Day 7 - August 17th
Boiling Rock | Touch or Touch-starved | Free Day
Jasico Week 2024 - Day 7
Words: 619 Rating: General Audiences Type: Oneshot
Description: Jason is sick and decides to make it everyone else’s problem.
Sidenote: This fic was written for @jasico-challenges Jasico week 2024 event!
Full fic under the cut! Small warning, the formatting is a bit weird here and I do prefer AO3 lol
Nico’s husband could’ve been dead, for all he knew. It wasn’t very often that Jason called while he was at work, and it was even rarer for him to get sick at all.
Nico practically flew out of his office, giving a brief run down to his boss, who let him go mostly because he’d never seen Nico so frazzled. He got in his car, barely taking the time to turn the thing on, and almost got a speeding ticket driving back to his and Jason’s house.
He tugged open the door, nearly dropping his keys. His eyes scanned the room before falling on Jason, staring at him from the couch.
“Are you ok?” Nico asked, words falling out of his mouth breathlessly. Jason looked confused. “Yeah?” he said, slightly more nasally than he had been when Nico left that morning. Nico straightened up. “Oh.”
Jason sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him and a pile of tissues in front of him. Something played on the TV that Nico didn’t recognize and couldn’t be bothered to care about. Their dog sat happily beside Jason, wagging her tail like everything was completely normal. Probably because it was.
“Are you sure?” Nico asked, taking a second to smooth his wild hair. Jason nodded blankly. “Pretty sure.”
Nico looked at his phone, then Jason, then back at his phone. “You texted me “Come home. Dying. Now.” twenty minutes ago?” Jason laughed. “Can’t you see? I’m going to wither away.”
Nico rolled his eyes. He walked over, shoes clacking on the ground, and buried a hand in Jason’s short blonde hair. “I thought you got stabbed or something.” He smiled despite himself, unable to push away the humor of the situation.
Jason leaned back to look up at him. “I may as well have been,” he smiled back. Nico poked his shoulder. “What’s wrong with you?” “Common cold, according to Reyna.”
Nico rolled his eyes again. “You big baby,” he laughed, walking around the couch. He plopped down next to Jason, letting him lean his head on his shoulder while he rubbed his head. “Is it really that bad?” he asked, a little more sincerely.
Jason laughed. “No, I just wanted you to take a break from work. Being sick was my scapegoat.” He nuzzled his head on Nico’s shoulder. Nico leaned back a little to see his face. “Have I been working too much?” he asked. Jason sat up, raising an eyebrow. “I haven’t seen you in a month.”
That was an exaggeration, of course. Nico spent all his evenings at home, plus the weekends. However, even he could admit he spent most of it either worrying about work, trying to get ahead on work, or sleeping because he was tired from work. So maybe Jason had a point.
Nico buried his head in Jason’s hair. “Sorry,” he mumbled, letting his husband lay between his knees with his head on his stomach. “It’s fine. I know you. I know how you get,” he hummed, squeezing him a little too tight for comfort.
Their dog bumped Nico on the elbow with her nose, informing him that it was dinner time. In fact, it was past dinner time.
Nico kissed Jason’s head. “You gotta let me go.” Upon hearing that, Jason only tightened his iron grip. “Jason..? Jason!”
Nico squirmed, yet he was not released. The dog got fed, only much, much later than she probably would’ve liked.
A few days later, Nico ended up sick too, likely due to his husband smothering him for comfort. Jason was delighted in the situation, and saw to it that Nico took a real, proper break from work. Nico couldn't help but enjoy it.