#ao3 prompt challenge

[transformativeworks]

It is 14 Nov 2024.

Start the party, the AO3 is turning 15 today!

Join our anniversary celebrations with our 15 day Trivia Game and Prompts challenge. Who knows – you might end up winning a cool prize!

How well do you really know AO3? It’s more than just a place for your favorite fanworks with its rich history, unique features and its commitment to preserve fan culture. Ready to test your AO3 knowledge? Join our 15-day AO3 Trivia Game!

Trivia Game – How It Works Starting today, we’ll post one trivia question a day for the next 15 days. Collect your answers and submit to the google form for that day — we’ll do a random draw from the highest scorers, and winners will get exclusive AO3 merch!

Prompts Challenge for Creators We’ve got something for all the creators, too! Every day, we’ll post a new prompt as part of the AO3 Prompts Challenge.

You don’t have to complete every prompt – just pick the ones that inspire you. When you’re ready, share your creations and add them to our AO3 anniversary collection and join the party!

Whether you’re here for the trivia, the prompts, or neither — thank you for being with us on our fifteenth anniversary. Happy 15th!

[cervidame]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eloise Bridgerton/Theo Sharpe, Eloise Bridgerton & Bridgerton Family Characters: Eloise Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Bridgerton Family (Bridgerton), Francesca Bridgerton, Theo Sharpe Additional Tags: POV Eloise Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Feminist Themes, Bridgerton (TV) Season 3, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 4 of Genesis Summary:

Five times Eloise dreamt of Theo and the one time it was real.

AO3 15th Anniversary Prompt Challenge: Dreams

(Part of the Genesis series, can be read as a stand alone)

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1      Words: 450 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Seaside, Humor, OTW15 | OTW 15th Anniversary Fanwork Challenge, 11: vacation, with a tiny pinch of smut, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Finally, Jaskier and Geralt make it to the sea together.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

you know a fic is good when it has this

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[modifiedmonster]

Show, don't tell : Part 1

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[ Angry + Frustrated ]

Red face

Tensing up jaw/body

Clenching fists

Gritting teeth

Stomped feet

Rolling eyes

Crossing arms

Kick/Hit something

Eyebrows furl

Face crunches up

Tight lips

Narrow eyes

[ Happy + Excited ]

Laugh/Giggle

Smile from ear to ear

High tone in voice

Smiling/Grinning while talking

Heart Pounding

Clapping

Breathing deeply

Squeal/Scream

Talking fast

Contentedly Sigh

Tilted head

Hand clasped over mouth

[Bored + Tired ]

Pace back and forth

Sigh loudly

Blank face

Play with fingers

Staring off into space

Yawning

Fidgeting around

Leaning head on hands

Rubbing eyes

Droopy eyes

Dark circles under eyes

Complaining

[Sad + Scared]

Trembling lips/body

Tears in eyes

Bite Nails

Curl up/tuck knees to chest

Bite nails

Eyes burn/turn red

Stop breathing OR breathe fast

Lose appetite

Frowning

Darting eyes

Blinking quick or not at all

Pounding heart

© ModifiedUchiha 2023 ★ Feel free to use them for inspiration , but give credit if adding to a list ★

[come-what-may-challenge]

Everyone can be a creator! We'll post a "Maybe This or Maybe That" prompt every other day. Create anything inspired by either of the prompts (or both!) Who can join? Any creator of any kind that doesn't use AI! What fandoms? Any and all fandoms are welcome to join us! (Including original works!) More info can be found on our blog and the FAQ post.

[nomorezerocomments]

ATTENTION EVENT RUNNERS

Do you run a fic writing event? Do your participants like comments? Well I have something for you!

The No More Zero Comments Project is a community effort to reduce the number of fics on ao3 with no comments at all. You can read more about it in our pinned post, but we have a spreadsheet of fics with no comments here, and you can submit your own fics to be added to it here. We've gotten 150+ comments so far using this spreadsheet, so it definitely works!

I find that fics for fandom and prompt events tend to get less comments (from personal experience), so if you run an event, please reblog this post (or our pinned post) so your participants can see it and hopefully get involved. Thank you!!!

[thebluewritingbench]

you & me in the wreckage

a supercorp ficlet

written for @ekingston's flash fiction challenge! :)

this was fun!! the prompts i got were: thriller, only survivors of a zombie apocalypse, celebrity/just some guy (gender neutral), and blood. thematically consistent, at least. tw for (a fairly small amount of) blood and gore, unsurprisingly. enjoy!

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Someone is breathing on the other side of the vehicle.

No, Kara reminds herself yet again. Something.

It’s hard to say when the simple sound of another creature breathing became an instant trigger to send adrenaline coursing through her veins. Every tiny hair on her body rises. Her heart rate accelerates until she can feel it behind her teeth, a war drum. She moves with utmost caution; she cannot make a sound.

There’s a creak of metal. A low groan.

Kara recognizes the sound. The pleading moan of perverse hunger.

She can’t see it, as she creeps around the passenger side of the dark vehicle. The thing must be inside the car. The sound came from low down, though. Maybe it’s on the ground. Unsurprising—they always seem to end up there in the end. After having exhausted the limits of human muscle, with no prey left to chase down, they collapse like expended cargo.

The car is a solid black Rolls-Royce. A rare sight in the city, let alone out here. This one has seen better days, though. Shiny paint marred by dust, pock-marked with dents, half the bumper hanging off. How it ended up swerved into the ditch of this rural, two-lane road is a mystery.

Probably someone trying to escape.

Kara’s mind constructs the story even as she rounds the front of the car, reaching for her weapons. It must have contained someone wealthy or important, someone with the resources to get this far. But they must have been infected before they could escape. Though shaken, they would have attempted to brush it off. Nothing but a scrape. The teeth had barely punctured their skin. They would have sped away, gotten off the interstate at the first chance, taken turn after turn until they found a safe, isolated road. This is how far they got before the alien pathogens hijacked their brain.

But that would mean—Kara’s pulse spikes again—that would mean the creature on the other side of this vehicle is the most dangerous kind. Starved for the taste of human flesh. Not spent, but with the full power of the human body. When used without regard for muscles tearing, flesh rending, bones breaking, it could do remarkable things.

Kara knows. She has witnessed it.

The way Alex moved, when the disease took hold…

She shudders. Pushes the image from her mind. That thing hadn’t been Alex anymore.

Kara considers her weapons. A large kitchen knife. A small handgun—the better bet. Not much ammunition left, though. She’ll have to move quickly. She’ll have to make it count.

She lifts the gun, then lunges around the front of the car and fires.

The shot echoes across the scrubby hills. A shriek rings out, black hair flying as the creature shields itself. It begins to turn to her. She missed. Kara’s finger is pushing down on the trigger again when a voice cries, “Wait! Wait!”

She wrenches the gun aside. Her shot flies wide.

There is nothing but heaving breathing in the wake. Human breathing.

The woman crouched on the ground, staring up at Kara in terrified shock, is alive. Truly alive. What’s more, Kara knows her.

 “How are you here?” Kara says. The cognitive dissonance of seeing that face here, now, is so intense that she wonders if she’s hallucinating.

“What?” says Lena Luthor. “Why are you trying to kill me? Do I know you?”

We’ve met before.

“No.” Kara feels herself flush. How absurd that she’s even capable of such a reaction anymore. “I’m nobody.”

Lena Luthor stands on unsteady legs. “No, you’re that reporter. From… BuzzFeed, was it? You came to my office with Clark Kent.”

“CatCo Magazine,” Kara corrects automatically. It feels like a lifetime since she was Cat Grant’s assistant, barely daring to aspire to journalism. Struck nearly speechless by the presence of this woman—her inarguable celebrity crush.

Embarrassing.

Lena looks uneasily at the gun. Kara realizes it’s still pointing in her direction. She drops her arm. “Shoot. Sorry.”

“Don’t shoot, preferably,” Lena says dryly. It takes a second for Kara to realize it’s a joke.

“I wasn’t trying to— I thought you were… one of them. You’re not infected, are you?”

“None of them have touched me. This thing is bullet-proof. I did plow through a few of them…” Lena looks queasy. Kara follows her gaze to the front of the car. There’s blood congealed on the grill.

A flash of memory. She sees the creature that was once Winn charging at her. Her panicked swipe of the kitchen knife across its throat. The spray of his blood, copious, vibrant, across her shirt, across the pavement. For hours, she was terrified the blood had found its way into some scrape, some opening. Infecting her.

She grimaces, presses her thumb hard into the space between her eyes. Stop.

“Where did you even come from?” Lena says. “There’s nothing around here.”

“I walked from the city. I’ve been trying to find anywhere with supplies. There was a group of us. I’m the only one left.” That awful, leaden truth. Kara pushes past it. “How did you get out? I haven’t seen anyone else in weeks.”

“I hid in my office. I had it outfitted as a kind of bunker years ago. I thought I was being insane at the time, and yet…” She trails off, ashamed. “I did nothing to help. Nothing. I stayed there until it quieted down. Then I took the car, and I ran.”

“You couldn’t have done much. No one could have.”

“And now my stupid tire blew, and I am somehow incapable of changing it, so I’m pretty much fucked.” Lena kicks the deflated tire. “Fuck!”

“Your tire?” Belatedly, Kara notices the spare lying on the ground, alongside a toolbox and a badly misplaced jack. She feels a wild urge to laugh. That’s it? “I can fix your tire.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” She swallows. Remembers that somehow, Lena Luthor is standing in front of her. A woman who Kara has followed extensively in tabloids for years. A world leader for tech. Generous. Brilliant. Beautiful. “On one condition.”  

“What’s that?”

“Take me with you.”

Lena Luthor leans against her car and, miraculously, grins. She gives Kara a lingering once-over. “Where are you going?”

“Anywhere. Away from here. I need to find out what happened to my cousin. And my mom.”

“Well, I could use the company,” Lena says. “It’s a deal.”

She holds out her hand. Kara shakes it. At the feel of Lena’s hand in hers, warm, chapped, alive, Kara feels a spark of something she hasn’t felt for ages, since before her life turned into a nightmare.

Hope.

[transformativeworks]

AO3 Prompt Challenge All the prompts in one place!

We are reaching the end of the 15th anniversary celebration!

Here are the 15 different prompts, and the link to the Anniversary Collection. The collection will remain open until 1 Dec 2024! So you have a few more days to finish your fics!

Learning a Language together

Angel/Demonverse

Time Travel

Dreams

Parents

Working at the Same Office

Realizing They’re in Love

Pillow Talk

Roommates

Amnesia

Vacation

Masquerade

Enemies to Lovers

Witches/Warlocks

Spirits/Ghosts

Have fun!!

<3 Mod Remi

[cassiope25]

Hi all! Join us for the first SGA GenMayathon!

So, what does that mean?

The goal is simple: to generate as many Gen works for Stargate Atlantis as possible this May—fics, podfics, artwork of all kinds—everything that follows the AO3 definition of Gen is welcome!

Gen: No romantic or sexual relationships, or such relationships are not the main focus of the work.

Open Prompt Challenge

This is an open fest! We created a Collection where you can add prompts, fulfill prompts, or just post any gen work to the collection. You don't have to sign up, just go for it!

Post your work from May 1 - May 31 For more details have a look under rules in the collection.

Collection on AO3

You're looking for more ideas?

Here are the links to a picker wheel for tropes/topics and episodes

We are so excited to see all your works! ����🎉🎉

Let's get the GenMayathon going!!!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“writing fanfics is something I do in my free time for fun. I will not treat it like a job and will instead treat it like a hobby because that’s what it is.”

also how it feels being a fanfic writer:

[bebx]

“okay I will try to finish this fic I’ve been working on and see if I can post it today!” says the girlie as she continues scrolling aimlessly through tumblr

[mushgloomz]

Marcus Acacius x Female!Reader

• an: eek my first time writing marcus AND fluff! this is my contribution to @princessanglophile ‘s birthday challenge - i was given marcus acacius & the song ‘true love’s kiss’ from enchanted as my prompt <3

• tags: no use of y/n, very fluffy, marcus is the most doting husband but we knew that, pregnancy, childbirth, not historically accurate anything loool

• wc: approx. 1k

The Gods had been merciful in your union; whilst most had been condemned to a life of womanly servitude, you had been blessed with a husband of the highest calibre.

Each morning was a resounding testament to such a fact - waking at your leisure, safe in the embrace of Rome’s greatest soldier, General Marcus Acacius. Warm breaths at your nape and husky snores would ruse you; the slightest squeak passing your lips as you unfurled and stretched out your limbs, heavy with slumber.

“It is still early, rest.”

Marcus’ voice, gravelly and somewhat slurred, sept into your ear from behind you. A contented smile tugged at the corners of your lips as toned arms drew you closer to the man, still half-asleep, unwilling to part with you just yet. His hand moved to the swell of your stomach, fingers splayed over the current lodging of your unborn babe.

Inseparable. That is the only way you could describe your husband since your pregnancy became evident. Campaigns would be denied with no explanation beyond my wife carries our child, I will attend to her, and her alone. No trip to the bathhouse was unaccompanied; Marcus would spend the duration at your side, working oils into your aching muscles with practiced precision.

As you relaxed back into his grasp, the definition of love incarnate, you covered his broad hand with your own. Even in his state of rest, his fingers found themselves intertwining with yours.

You awoke an hour or so later, dawn barely breaching the horizon as a soft groan of discomfort rumbled from your throat. The twinge in your lower back demanded attention as it pinched incessantly, subsiding after a few moments had passed. Your vocalisation stirred Marcus.

“What troubles you, my love?”

The words were softly spoken beside your cheek as calloused hands skimmed the curves of your frame, rubbing with an almost trepid fervor, seeking to soothe your woes. “I am well, Marcus. It is nothing of importance”, you murmured, attempting to settle yourself against his chest once more.

The twinge returned mere minutes after; inhaling slowly as you grit your teeth, awaiting its passing. Shifting once more, Marcus positioned himself so he could look down at you. Rich brown eyes met yours, the former filled with concern as he spoke again.

“This is of the utmost importance, little dove. If you are pained, you must tell me so.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth had the discomfort passed again. “It is little more than an ache, dear husband. I am not worried”, you cooed, the softly spoken response passing your lips as you smiled up at him. Hair unruly from rest, the lines of time cradling his slightly furrowed brow - he was a sight to behold, a man carved by the Gods themselves.

“I am sending for the midwives. You may be a thing of beauty, but you are a terrible liar.”

Sighing softly, you nodded your head, conceding. No amount of rebuttal would sway Marcus; there was little point in wasting breath arguing your point. Ever the man of action, he placed a tender kiss to your temple before disentangling himself from the soft linens of your bed and striding toward the doors of your chambers.

Little relief was offered by the bundled herbs that the midwives pressed to your body in a bid to alleviate the overwhelming pain. It felt all encompassing, unforgiving - brutal. The pauses in between each contraction of your abdomen were nearly non-existent. Deep breaths became groans, groans becoming grunts and growls.

A choked sob left your parted lips as you panted, animalistic sounds rumbling from the depths of your chest that you'd never heard before. "I cannot... by the Gods, I-I am not strong enough...", you pleaded, voice trembling in between gulps of air.

"There is no one stronger, my love. I could not name a gladiator across the entire empire that holds your resolve, your courage."

No herb in all of Rome brought you solace in the same way that your husband did; hands not leaving your shoulders as you braced yourself on the birthing stool, unphased by the otherwise womanly domain. His words barely registered, but the resounding strength brought to you by his presence was enough to persevere.

Exhaustion staked its claim in your body as you rested amongst the linens of your bed; escorted by the midwives as they cloaked your newborn babe in soft cotton. Marcus was all but stunned into silence; eyes misted over as, finally, the matron brought forth your child.

"A girl, Lady Acacius. She is a fighter, praise the Gods."

Your heart pounded against your ribs, instilled with a newfound vigour as your daughter was set upon your chest. Soft down peeked from underneath the shawl cloaking her tiny head; eyes open just a fraction. Brown, just like her father's.

There was something so... intriguing, so perfectly right about the way she was nestled in the crook of your arm - so content as your eyes scanned every inch. An innate urge moved you to tilt your head down, breathing deeply from the crown of her head. Gods, no perfumed oil could compare to her scent. Tilting your head once more, you pressed your lips delicately to her forehead.

Everything stilled in that moment. The thrum of your heart no longer audible within the cavern of your head; sensation ceasing completely apart from the contact of your lips against her skin.

Never before had such contentment, such blissful serenity, overwhelmed you in this way. You pulled back ever so slowly, looking down at the little life in your clutches, awestruck. Forever changed. Your eyes met Marcus', still glossy and doting. He spoke with a knowing tenderness, as if answering an unspoken question.

"That is love, in its truest form."

divider credits to the very talented @strangergraphics !!

[masoena]

WinterNatural is Back!!! 2024 Edition

Hello SPN Family!

@quickreaver and I are bringing WinterNatural back for 2024 with gorgeous art by @aomasade as the event banner and promo pic. Same event as last year; anyone can submit as many prompts as they like either anonymous or not. Anyone can claim to write or art for as many prompts as they wish.

Prompt meme hosted on AO3 Prompt Form || Profile

SPN or SPN RPF

Submit a prompt or 20

Take a prompt to art or write for or 20

All fills should be finished by December 31, 2024 but the collection and event will remain open beyond that.

Easy-going and stress-free prompt meme event.

Reposting prompts that didn't get filled from last year is fine but please do not repost prompts that were filled.

[come-what-may-challenge]

Everyone can be a creator! We'll post a "Maybe This or Maybe That" prompt every other day. Create anything inspired by either of the prompts (or both!) and post on Tumblr using the hashtags #come what may creators challenge #cwmcc2025 or post in the collection on AO3! See our pinned FAQ post for the link! Who can join? Any creator of any kind that doesn't use AI! (It's so much more than a writing or art challenge! Think: playlists, mood boards, gifs, photography, nature walks, cooking & more!) What fandoms? Any and all fandoms are welcome to join us! (Including original works!)