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[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP February Prompts: "You're Mine" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather @noodlecupcakes @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

February Prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event as well as something for Valentines Day. Tackling the following prompts: Valentines Day, "It made me think of you", Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Sharing the February Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here. I suppose this will count as one of my major contributions to Faithbruary (despite the fact I'm doing this for the other months too).

Unlike January's oneshot Our Love, this Faithbruary oneshot You're Mine includes a content warning for dubious consent for kissing, mostly due to use of Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: You’re Mine

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: February – Valentine’s Day, “It made me think of you”, Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Genre: Fluff but really Dark Angst.

CW: Mildly dubious consent for a kiss (Standard procedure with use of Bliss). The horrifying use of Bliss on a person. Obsession and possessiveness from Faith Seed.

Words: 2,623

In the unconscious chasm of sleep, Silva stirred upon feeling the familiar sensation of heat washing over her skin.

Though her eyes were heavy, she pushed herself through the tiredness to open them, undeterred by the brightness above. The sun seemed to be intense today.

Awakening, she stretched on the soft silk sheets of the queen-sized bed, the large blanket drifting down to reveal she was wearing a pyjama button-up shirt and shorts. She didn’t remember putting such clothing on yesterday, but the night before had been more or less a blur to Silva, so it wasn’t anything she should focus on.

Rubbing at her face, she paused when she noted her gloves weren’t on, her sensitive hands feeling tingly under the soft gaze of the sun. Her dark hair, usually braided into one tail, was also undone, allowing her long dark hair to flow behind her.

She furrowed her brows at that until her attention was turned towards an additional weight on the bed.

Her train of thought was swiftly forgotten as she focused on the beautiful mujer sitting on the edge of the bed, still ethereal in the white dress she wore. Her flowing light brown hair that reached a little over her shoulders was a majestic sight, but what captivated Silva most her alluring green eyes.

And when her lips quirked up into a content smile, Silva could feel her heartbeat quicken, and the fog on her mind felt heavier.

Faith was here.

When did she get here? Where is here?

The unprompted thought brought confusion, though she didn’t get to focus on it when Faith stated, “You’re finally awake.”

Silva blinked, and felt herself return a smile as she pushed herself up, sitting up against the bed’s head.

Her eyes briefly trailed to the surrounding foliage, mist with a green hue surrounding familiar white flowers. The logic of it baffled Silva, but she elected to ignore it in favor of a reply.

“I haven’t had a goodnight rest like that in ages,” she said, her grey eyes taking in Faith’s form before her, “How long was I out?”

How did I get here?

The thought repeated, and Silva felt something at the edge of her mind.

The crackling of gunfire. The blare of speakers playing soothing music. Eyes hurting, tears welling. Inhaling sweetness-

“Just a couple hours,” Faith answered, scooting closer to Silva with… a tray of freshly baked steaming bread and a cup of tea. She was surprised she didn’t notice Faith holding it sooner, but with a growl from her stomach, Silva’s priorities shifted from questioning to eating.

Silva rationalized she hadn’t fully woken up yet, hence why she didn’t notice the food Faith was holding. Even if she didn’t believe that herself. What’s going on with me-

Faith pushed the tray into Silva’s hands, forcing the dark-haired woman to shift concentration on not spilling anything onto herself or the bed.

“You had such a rough night though, you’ll probably need more rest for the celebration,” Faith mentioned, observing Silva settle the tray onto her own lap and breaking the hot bread in half.

“Celebration?” Silva raised a brow at that, taking a bite out of the softness of the hot bread. She resisted the urge to hum in contentment, not long before devouring it fully.

Faith only smiled in response, waving away the question, “Nothing to think about. It’ll be a long while until then. Leaves plenty of time for us…”

Silva had just picked up the teacup when she noticed the purr in Faith’s voice. She noted how Faith twirled a stand of light brown hair, her green eyes on the other woman with a familiar intensity of emotion.

“Us?” Silva repeated the distinctly emphasized word in a soft murmur, her tone inquiring while she looked away from Faith’s beautiful face. The use of that word accompanied by Faith’s behavior held an implication that only made her heart pump faster, so she took a sip from the all too sweet tea.

Not helped by Faith’s coy smile (was it coy? Or was it sly?). Nor how she reached her hand out to caress Silva’s cheek… and cupped her face…

The sweetness burned in her lungs. She knew she was a goner. She could already feel lighter-

“You know what today is, Silva?” Faith asked with a tilt of her head, keen to observe all of Silva’s expressive reactions.

Silva tried to remember if she even knew the answer. The days all kind of blur together ever since-

“February 14th,” Faith stated, taking the teacup from her hands and returning it to the tray, removing it from Silva’s lap to place it aside on the sheets, making room for her to shuffle closer to Silva on the bed.

However, Silva had a spark of familiarity with the specific date that distracted her from Faith’s enfolding approach.

“Got a special someone to spend some lovin’ on tomorrow, Dep?” asked the gruff, scratchy voice of one of the Guns. The flame-throwing one.

A brief panicked thought erupted in her mind, Why can’t I remember his name? I should know his name! Isn’t it-?!

“Valentines Day,” Silva muttered to herself, the thoughts gone in favor of realizing the day’s significance. She tried to claw on to that memory… the memory of a name, now too blurry to make out what the words were, but just as quickly as it came, it slipped from her grasp. Her eyes returned to Faith when she realized the other woman was straddling her.

In her hazy mind, Silva still recognized the proximity was an intimate gesture that she knew could only be shared between amantes. She remembered sharing her personal space with Irene before-

“I got something for you,” Faith softly told Silva, face ever closer, the smell of citruses invading her nose, strong enough to make her head dizzy. There wasn’t much distance between their faces, nor their lips; a dangerous thought whispered that, if Silva just inched more closer, she could probably capture Faith’s lips in her own.

…Wait, no! I can’t be thinking about kissing Faith Seed! She’s my en-!

Faith pulled out something from behind her, bringing it up between them; it was a small gift box, it’s size fitting on Faith’s palm.

Silva, with an odd hesitance, lightly took the little gift from Faith. There was an Eden’s Gate cross was drawn on the top of it.

The last thing she recalled before her consciousness fell into the familiar sweet darkness was how the dreaded cross looked down on her with a judgement as ferocious as the surrounding flames.

“Open it,” Faith encouraged, a wide and excited smile on her face.

Silva shook away the unprompted visage; somewhere in her mind echoed its insignificance. She followed Faith’s instruction, opening the little box’s lid to reveal-

A bracelet?

That was Silva’s initial thought, considering its design. It looked like a small grey python coiled around, poised to strike. It appeared to be made of a kind of special leather, one she’d expect to find at the Seed’s Ranch.

That thought provoked a glimpse of a familiar bearded man wearing a blue shirt and vest, his grin manic while holding a bloodied screwdriver.

Her hand went to her chest, where the skin had once been exposed. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and citrus air that put her at ease, she refocused her attention back onto the bracelet.

Inspecting it closer, she noted that it was a bit wide to be a bracelet and came to another conclusion.

“Is it a… choker?” she asked Faith, mildly curious on what compelled Faith to gift her this.

The light brunette stifled a snicker, uncharacteristic of the woman that Silva knew. Or thought she knew…

Regardless, Faith decided to correct Silva, “No, it’s not a choker. Close though. Think of it as… a “special necklace” or rather a pendant. Here, I’ll put it on for you.”

Without so much as a chance to decline, Faith took the pendant out of the box and got Silva to turn around. The way she pressed against her back caused Silva’s cheeks to burn and darken from the contact, but Faith didn’t seem to notice. Not that Silva entirely minded… not while the other woman coiled the necklace around her neck. Almost collaring her, but that thought was shoved away swiftly.

“And done!” Faith exclaimed, skidding back to let her check out the jewellery. Silva noted that it was a bit small, but she could see the chain and embellishment attached to it; she realized it was a love heart with the intricate engravings of a Bliss flower, the chain attached to the mouth of the python.

It was certainly a strange choice of gift, but not one she was against nor unused to wearing.

Wait… where’s my locket? Silva realized her golden necklace was missing. Which shouldn’t be possible. She took special care in ensuring it was close to her. I can’t have lost it! It’s too valuable! It’s the only way to feel close to-!

Silva felt a weight over her shoulders, which happened to be Faith slumping herself onto Silva’s back, wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

“I hope you like it,” Faith murmured into Silva’s dark skin, the vibrations of her voice like a tickle that caused her to shudder, “It made me think of you.”

Before Silva could form a reply, Faith pressed a soft peck on her cheek, much to the surprise of her companion.

She receded to the shell of Silva’s ear, whispering, “Happy Valentines.”

Silva had been trying to make heads and tails of the nature of their relationship, especially with this strange exhausting fog over her mind hindering her ability to even think clearly, but she just got her confirmation.

She was with Faith Seed. I’m with Faith Seed…

She was in the presence of Faith Seed – futilely struggling against the accompanying Peggies guarding the herald with declining strength – the Deputy’s allies were forced to retreat from the fields they’d been ambushed in, leaving Silva at the mercy of the Siren, who drew closer with a closed fist.

Faith wasn’t angry though; in her fist were more of the white powdered Bliss she manufactured in the Henbane. Her expression lacked the emotion too. Displayed across her face was-

“Silva? Is something the matter?” Faith asked her, head on her shoulder from behind. Glancing down, she saw such beautiful green eyes conveying a worry she hadn’t seen for a long while in anyone; at least, anyone close to her.

Silva felt the fog cloud her mind again, and she could almost feel an ache pounding in her skull; like an alarm alerting of danger. But looking around the foliage and mist of the Bliss, Silva could not find the supposed danger her mind screamed was close by. Not near her, not her amour, nor the big bed they shared under the hazy sun.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about, but couldn’t recall, as if her mind was playing tricks on her again.

“Nothing… just that,” she stammered, thinking on any possibility, before she realized she’d been touching her new necklace, and came up with a different issue, “I didn’t get you a gift.”

Faith giggled, gently tugging Silva so the latter woman could turn around to the former. Once Silva had done as instructed, Faith leaned forward and softly told her, “Having you here is more than enough of a gift for me.”

Soon, she pressed a hand against Silva’s chest and started to tenderly push her down onto the mattress of their shared bed; Faith moving closer until she straddled Silva’s hips, leaning forward above her submissive partner.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Faith began, letting out an elated sigh as she stared down at Silva with such intense green eyes, “The grip you have on me. You never stopped invading my thoughts ever since you arrived. I could never get you out of my head, not when you showed up here, time and time again. There was always more to you than what my brothers could see… than what the Father saw.”

She descended closer to Silva’s face, continuing, “That determination. That fierceness. Most of all that cunning intellect. You’re stronger than you let on. No one’s noticed… no one except me of course.”

Faith smirked above her; a smirk Silva found familiar, something that alarmed her, interested her, left her bothered as she felt hot. She noticed that the sky above them seemed to blur from a visage of the heavens to a cold steel ceiling, the sun more akin to a bright light.

“My brothers don’t see it, or refuse to, but you’re just so… good,” Faith purred out, trailing her fingers down Silva’s face to the necklace, “So worthy of crossing Eden’s Gate. I envy that. Maybe they do too… but that could just be me.”

She giggles, and Silva found herself lost on any action she could do. Her mind seemed foggier than before. Names she knew kept slipping; important details drifting from her conscious thoughts into some sleepless dream.

“They want you though,” Faith kept speaking, even if Silva could no longer infer what exactly she was talking about, “They want you all to themselves, so they can fix you, because they think you’re already broken. But they’ll only end up breaking you instead. I don’t think you’re broken, though. I think you’re perfect. And they’ll only end up corrupting what’s so good about you.”

“But I won’t let them,” her fingers hooked under Silva’s necklace, pulling her up to meet closer to Faith’s delighted face, “Because you’re safe here, with me… in the Bliss.”

“And if they try to take you away from me,” Faith brought her hand up, beckoning a green mist of Bliss to dance around her delicate fingers through will alone, “Even though I would never go against my brothers… I’m sure I can convince them to see from my perspective. Just like those locusts from the prison…”

Faces Silva thought she recognized popped up in her mind’s eye, but they soon blurred into oblivion as all she could see was Faith.

“But it probably won’t come down to that,” Faith assured, dissipating the mist in her hands as she caressed Silva’s cheek with her palm, while her other hand flicked the pendant with that familiar smirk again, “Once they see a glimpse of this, they’ll know to back off.”

Silva recognized a dangerous glint in those green eyes, one which invoked a dying voice in her mind being drowned out by the overwhelming citrus and fog. It pushed her to do anything; anything to defy this, to refuse it. Not accept.

But all Silva could muster out was a soft, slurred question, “What makes you say that?”

In response, Faith lowered herself until they were face to face, lips barely gracing the other. A part of Silva wanted to connect… even if she wasn’t entirely sure that was what she really wanted.

“Because there’s a meaning behind it,” Faith replied, her smirk widening. Too familiar, Silva’s mind screamed as it became less and less clear, Remember, danger!

“And what’s the meaning?” she asked as that smirk reminded Silva of a memory involving it.

Silva could hardly process what came before and next; in no small part thanks to the Bliss ravaging her memories. She remembered just as Faith finally lowered herself to her lips, there was a murmur as they connected, a murmur that synchronized with the same possessive words she whispered to her fading consciousness in the aftermath of the ambush within those Bliss fields.

“You’re mine.”

[augustwritingchallenge]

Hear ye, hear ye! Ye AU-gust 2025 prompt list is here!

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🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fourth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃

We’re so excited to be back and have you here once again!

As always, let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 for that to happen, you can either use our 31 regular prompts or enjoy a little challenge 😏

Below the cut, you'll find all our rules, posting info, and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.

And now, for the challenge...

Prompt Extras

We love to see how many of you get inspired by our prompts every year - be it by the original list or the Prompt Extras. Once again we're offering you that option and you're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.

As has become tradition, we offer you last year's top five fan favorites (as voted in the end survey). In addition to that, we also offer a little challenge: five angsty prompts for you to turn fluffy!

If you don't want to replace any prompt from the original list but still love the additional ones - or you simply want to challenge yourself even further - you can also mix them all together!

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Prompts

1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

2. “Left. Other left!”

3. Favorite Scent

4. Market Day

5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone

6. Mistaken Identity

7. Hoodie Weather

8. Chopping & Piling Wood

9. “Don’t do that!” - “But…”

10. Bet, Game, Contest

11. Ingredients & Spells

12. “This is spooky.” - “Really?”

13. Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room

14. Fantasy AU/Mundane AU

15. “What are you wearing?” - “It’s laundry day!”

16. Yes, No, Maybe

17. Only One Bed

18. Bewitched

19. Yarn

20. Paw

21. Bonfire

22. Heirloom

23. Stormy Night

24. Comfort Food

25. Haunted House

26. “I can’t find it.”

27. Afternoon Stroll

28. Lucky Charm

29. Time Capsule

30. “Forever?”

31. Make a Wish

Prompt Extras

Last Year's Favorites

Alt 1: “I’ve got you”

Alt 2: Rainy Day

Alt 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”

Alt 4: “I hate it” - “No, you don’t”

Alt 5: Porch Swing

Challenge "Make it Fluffy!"

Alt 6: Gravestone

Alt 7: Getting Revenge

Alt 8: Written but never sent

Alt 9: Suddenly Severed Communication

Alt 10: Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

[sonicpridecorner]

The 2025 Sonic Pride Week prompts are here!🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈✨

Running from June 23rd through June 27th, Sonic Pride Week 2025 will include the following prompts:

Day One: Realization

Day Two: Inspired

Day Three: Friendship

Day Four: Confession

Day Five: Celebration

As well as three alternative prompts, which you may switch out or combine with any of the prompts listed above:

Dress-Up

Snack Break

"Long Time No See"

These alternative prompts are provided to be simpler ideas to work with! "Long time no see" is whatever that quote evokes within you, but we like to view it as akin to introducing your new self / coming out. 💫

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Your creations MUST be focused on one or more Sonic characters. OCs are welcome too, so long as they are Sonic OCs.

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There is no restrictions on what your creations must be about, as long as its celebrating your pride or identity in some way! There is also no limit on how much you may create.

There are no restrictions on who may participate and what platform. However, we will only be able to reblog works via tumblr. Make sure to mention @sonicpridecorner and use the #sonicpride2025 and #sonicprideweek tags so we do not miss your post!

If you have any questions, feel free to send them our way! Our inbox is currently open and will stay open for the forseeable future.

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[chaos-company]

Angstpril 2025

Hi everyone!

It’s that time of year again! We are excited to announce that we are hosting the event again this year!

All prompts, FAQs and rules can be found in the graphics and below the cut! 

Prompts:

forgotten

2. chronic pain

3. too little, too late

4. "i trusted you"

5. memory loss

6. holding back tears

7. "it's all my fault"

8. ignored

9. "i don't want your apology"

10. old ghosts

11. if things were different

12. insomnia

13. hiding their pain

14. "i failed you"

15. came back wrong

16. trapped

17. "i did it all for you"

18. truth serum

19. empty

20. fear

21. hopeless

22. sacrifice

23. terrible things

24. "it would have been fine"

25. mistake

26. accident

27. giving everything they've got

28. stolen

29. inevitable

30. "why me?"

Alt Prompts:

"did you even care?"

2. unable to help

3. collapse

4. paralyzed

5. heartache

6. "what have you done?"

7. shaken

8. major injury

9. depression

10. never again

Rules

All posted content must be your original content. The use of AI for creation of any kind is prohibited.

All tags must be utilized in order to be reblogged. NOTE: the mods are human beings, so not all works will automatically be reblogged, even if all tagging is correct.

Any art form is acceptable, including original writing, gif sets and fan art.

FAQs

“Do I have to create for all thirty days?”

- Not at all! Feel free to jump in whenever you’d like. This is a creation event, so create as much or as little as you want! However, if you want to be entered in the shout out post, you must participate in all 30 days.

“Can I post a creation after the day has already passed?”

- Yes! You’re welcome to post for a prompt day even after the date, just be sure to tag with which day and prompt you’ve created for! You will only be eligible for the shoutout post if you complete all 30 days within the month of April.

“What if I don’t understand/like a prompt?”

- We have a list of 10 alt prompts for you to choose from if you don’t like the main 30. Feel free to use our alternate prompts for any day, and if there’s any confusion send us an ask!

[somdxr]

last stanuary YAYYYYYYY

[ID: art of Stan and Ford from Gravity Falls, with their selves from different ages all sitting around a campfire. In the front, their kid selves are glowing orange colors, laughing and wrestling. Further back, their teen selves sit on either side of the fire, looking across at each other. They're both tearing up but smiling, and glowing blue. The Stan and Ford of the present, in their sailing outfits, sit on a log in the back, smiling and talking casually. Stan's roasting a fish over the fire. The caption at the bottom reads: "stanuary - healing". End ID.]

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Join us for Anders Week 2025 from the 3rd - 9th February!

Get ready, Anders fans - it’s time to celebrate our favorite apostate in all his messy, magical, and magnificent glory! Join us for a week-long event filled with creativity, love, and appreciation for everything Anders.

Our list of prompts:

Magic Monday: Healing / The Fade / Power Tender Tuesday: Cats / Love / Safety Wistful Wednesday: Dreams / Loss / Longing Throwback Thursday: Circle Days / Past Relationships / Grey Wardens Fugitive Friday: Apostate / On the Run / Freedom Salvation Saturday: The Clinic / Manifesto / Light in the Darkness Sacrifice Sunday: Justice / Martyrdom / Greater Good

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Combine Events: Feel free to mix these prompts with other events!

Timeframe: Submissions are welcome anytime after the event, but pposts outside of the official week may not be reblogged.

No AI: Let’s keep the creativity 100% human!

[femslash-february]

Welcome to Raptor’s Femslash February Bingo 2025! Round 2: Electric Boogaloo

This year with four different prompt bingo cards—light prompts, dark prompts, spicy prompts, a combined one with all prompts—to celebrate Femslash February 2025. All fandoms, content and warnings welcome! Enjoy! ❤️

Rules and prompts in text form under the Read More!

Rules:

When: all of February

What: focus of your work should be a wlw / femslash / f/f ship, i.e. a ship with two or more female presenting characters, gender bending welcome

How: it’s totally chill, just do a single prompt or aim for bingo(s), whatever you want! You can get your bingos with one fic, with multiple fics, whatever you like. Choose one of the bingo cards and mark what prompts you're using. Interpret the prompts however you'd like.

Any fandoms, any characters, any ships, any content though please tag appropriately, any type of fanwork—fics (no minimum or maximum wordcount!), art, poetry, moodboards... go wild!

Tag #femslash feb bingo when posting it here on Tumblr and mention this blog so we see your posts and can reblog

AI-generated works are NOT allowed

Crossposting with other events allowed

Most of all: have fun!

Prompts in text form

Light prompts: Wilderness Accidental baby acquisition “Tell me again.” Meet ugly Body swap First kiss Mirror History Once in a lifetime “Who else but you?” Wrong number Opposites Token Curse Festival “I’ve been waiting a long time.”

Dark prompts:

“You could have died.” Last kiss Chains Before the fall Attic wife By a thousand cuts “Do you regret it?” Demon Fatal flaw Spite Poisoned Bad neighbors Hunting “And you thought I loved you.” Forbidden Mind control

Spicy prompts:

Begging Rope bondage Shower sex “Does that feel good?” Sex pollen Marking Blindfold Size Difference Breathplay “Stop distracting me.” Power Exchange Dirty Talk “Behave.” Orgasm Denial Praise kink Suspension

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hey writer friends! There's a fun, all-fandom, writing/art event taking place for fall. Cozytober! This is their second year and since they don't have a tumblr page, I thought I'd share the prompts!

For anyone participating in any of the other big fall events (@sicktember @whumptober @flufftober ) these prompts actually meld really well with those.

For more information about Cozytober rules, as well as a text version of the prompts, check out their AO3 Collection page [Here]

Happy writing!!

[janeuary-month]

Get ready for Janeuary 2025! @firawren is hosting a Jane Austen fandom event throughout the entire month of January. Save the date and start drafting your creations!

Anyone can join, and all types of fandom works are welcome: fanfic, fanart, gifs, manips, memes, fanvids, podfic, mood boards, etc.

Each day has a new prompt to inspire your creation:

(Text version of prompts under the “keep reading” link below)

You are NOT expected to do something every day! Just 1 work for 1 day of your choosing is enough, though you are welcome to do more if you like. And you are NOT expected to create your fanwork on that day, just post it on that day.

Your work must follow one of the daily prompts, be new for the event, not use AI, and include at least one of the following:

Character from one of Jane Austen’s works

Character from any Jane Austen adaptation (including modern ones)

Setting in a Jane Austen-like AU

For example, any of these would be fine:

Darcy and you the reader live in the Star Wars universe [character from Jane’s works]

Cher from Clueless marries Inigo Montoya [character from Jane adaptation]

Han and Leia live in Regency England [setting in Jane AU]

Darcy and Cher live in Regency England [all three: Jane character, Jane adaptation character, Jane setting!]

Completely canon-compliant works are of course also allowed!

Full rules for the event are here.

Send an ask or DM if you have any questions!

Please reblog this post to spread the word, since this is a brand new event, and follow this blog to see all the works that are posted!

Daily prompts:

Letters

Harp

Bath

Portraiture

Inn

Restraint

Servants

Cravat

Tea and coffee

Wedding breakfast

Card playing

Handkerchief

Christian name

Pianoforte

London

Gossip

Navy

Calling cards

Lock of hair

Dearest

Aristocracy

Estate

Bonnet

Hunting

Churchyard

Militia

Cousins

Gloves

Carriage

Garden

Manners

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP May Prompts: "Enlightenment" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

Tagging @direwombat @josephseedismyfather @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @raresvtm @imogenkol @noodlecupcakes @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @g0dspeeed @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @derelictheretic @icecutioner @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @saynogrumpy + anyone else who'd like to read.

May prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event. Tackling the only one prompt this time: Stalking.

Sharing the April Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here.

CW: Non-sexual non-consensual touching from Faith (Silva doesn't even know Faith's there). Unconventional Stalking because of the Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: Enlightenment

Series: The Silver Chronicles

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: May – Stalking.

CW: Unconventional stalking and non-sexual non-consensual touching.

Words: 2,678

Faith glided past the obscure yet recognizable shapes of the sinners with ease, their bodies made of the shifting green mist that belonged to the Bliss.

None interacted with her, given she wasn’t actually there at the sinner’s jailhouse, safe in one of the private chambers at her Gate, the Bliss pouring into the room conjuring a vague imitation of the jailhouse and the occupants in there.

Many weren’t aware, but there were two “locations” so to speak that she could take one in the Bliss; the first is the dream-like Bliss world she constructed, and the imitations of existing locations. Like the prison the Cougar’s holed up in.

Such imitations were constructed based on other’s perceptions with how much Bliss they intake. Most sinners believed that one had to be close to her Bliss or at least have large doses in their system in order to be effected by it, but what they didn’t know was that second and thirdhand residue was just as effective, given enough time and effort.

She wouldn’t have been able to reconstruct a location like John’s ranch in the room, since her brother forbid anything from her sans herself close to the family’s home. But in the Henbane, the Bliss wasn’t just in the fields or her outposts; they were in the air, the water and often stuck to passersby. Although she wouldn’t have as much sway over the individuals, she could still use their weak connection to the Bliss to utilize their perceptions. Sometimes, it allowed her to listen in on what they planned, if given enough time and patience.

But that wasn’t her focus at the moment.

Traversing the vague halls and corridors of the jail, her eyes were peeled for a familiar shape. Searching a specific figure.

She’d done this many times before. For a time, it was to check up on Tracey, especially after they fell out.

And while she did still retain a love for Tracey, she made her peace with their diverging paths, only holding onto a small hope that her friend could return to her arms under more amicable terms before the Collapse arrived.

But there was another in the jail who caught her curiosity, one who silently beckoned to be observed. To be seen.

Faith entered the cellblock, the obscure misty forms of people crowding the room. Only able to make out distinguishable traits of notable persons by the sound of their faint voices and the outlines of their shapes.

Such as the Sheriff and Minkler, whom she was fairly certain were in deep discussion to the side nearby, but the topic was unknown to her, and she wasn’t wasting time and energy to focus on their chat as for today.

No, she laid her eyes on the only perceivable person in the room.

Occupying a seat afar from the door where Faith stood, tinkering with a compound bow that archer had reportedly gifted her in the Whitetails (according to the Chosen Extraordinaire’s observations, at least), was the deputy who came as close as Joseph to being at the centre of the Reaping.

The lamb who would break the seven seals, or so claimed Joseph. Although, from what Faith had observed, she wasn’t someone she’d consider fit the criteria of a… “lamb”.

Which came the curious part; she could observe the deputy. The Bliss’ perception of her still wasn’t perfect, but it was undoubtedly close to accurate – Silva Omar was the only person Faith could see who wasn’t entirely obscured.

Face, clothing, accessories; all the details the other shapes of the crowd lacked? It was there, on her.

Even her eyes were distinguishable; although Faith noted the Bliss’ misconstrued the colour from a dull grey to an illuminating silver.

The Bliss’ misty construction of the woman also held an oddity compared to the others in this room; while everyone else’s were usually a light green ever flowing mist, like a stream of running water – the deputy’s mist was calm in flow (allowing for more intricate features to show), and the colour was more of a yellowish green, mixed with what she could only describe as tendrils that held a light hue of gold.

Faith could make out a soft hum from the woman across the room, even while she stood afar. Contrasting yet again from the misguided fools in the room, whose noise were often intangible unless the herald focused.

Deciding the distance wouldn’t serve her well, Faith tentatively approached the other side, closer and closer to the deputy.

With exception to her eyes, the Bliss did not retain any other colour Joseph’s lamb had; much like the rest of the crowd, the colour of the deputy’s discernible traits – the dark hair braided into a tail that was left undisturbed at her back, the slivers of dyed silver running down said braid like a waterfall, the deep earthly tones of her clothes and gloves, the gold locket she hid under the top hem of her shirt, and the dark olive complexion of her skin – were all unrecognized in the Bliss’ construction.

Faith slowed her approach as she gave a little twirl for no one’s eyes, expertly manoeuvring around the space until her back rested against the wall next to the busy and unaware deputy.

Ordinarily, Faith would have written the other woman off as another misguided soul, another small thinker who’d rather follow the loudest person in the room than see the world for what it was. Another doubter who she needed to show the Father’s truth, even if she had to be a bit forceful about it.

Sure, the how the Bliss constructed her image was certainly odd, but such was the nature of the Bliss. Faith was still finding new discoveries about her creation with each harvest, with every potent portion increasing.

But even without the Bliss, the deputy was far from ordinary.

It had been a fascinating habit Faith found herself indulging more and more, watching afar in the open fields, nothing more than a spectre barely acknowledged by sinners and faithful alike, albeit likely for differing reasons.

Whether it be in her bountiful fields of Bliss, the winding roads and the rugged hills, it became apparent that unlike her compatriots, Deputy Omar acknowledged the herald’s form of presence with a glance back, or even outright observing Faith’s spectral illusion while on stake outs nearby the Project’s outposts. Any intention for her spectre to get closer to the woman resulted in the Bliss’ apparition to be dissipated by a bullet.

Faith wondered how many times the Henbane’s newest troublemaker learned to open fire on one of her apparitions when they approached her, lest she be mauled by a wild animal blessed by her Bliss.

Here and now though, without a phantom-like form to haunt the deputy’s perception, Faith could closely inspect the other woman with her being none the wiser.

Oh, she wondered how the deputy would react if she ever found out that not even being induced with strong doses of Bliss would keep her safe from the “wretched, cruel siren” as the sinners deemed to dub her as.

Although, Faith thought as she observed how the skilful gloved hands impressively adjusted and removed and improved the compound bow in the deputy’s lap in swift succession, She really shouldn’t be upset about it.

After all, could her curiosity really be blamed when the woman’s enigmatic attitude was practically daring to be unravelled? Was it really wrong of her to investigate an outlier in her Bliss, and reality, which begged for an explanation?

Faith didn’t believe so.

Almost leaning over the woman as she inspected her relaxed features, Faith revisited a train of thought that’s been bugging her ever since she first locked eyes with the deputy during the Father’s arrest; what made her so special?

There was just something about the deputy which compelled Faith to get closer to her – a sensation that only grew stronger while in the Bliss. Some inexplicable calling that drew her closer to the deputy’s space.

Even watching her tinker was oddly fascinating; in the minutes Faith had observed her working on the compound bow, she could tell how vastly different it looked compared to how it originally was before.

From a distance, one wouldn’t realize the bow’s curves held a serrated edge to it, making close combat, should the arrows be no longer necessary or effective, a surprise to be sure.

Quite deadly. And subtly ingenious. Not unlike its owner.

Faith glanced back to the woman’s face, and noted something the Bliss exemplified – the small, crude white lines littered like cuts on various parts of her features. It looked familiar, like the scarring tissue on John and Joseph’s bodies, though she’d wager a guess the deputy’s had time to heal far longer than either of her brothers.

Her green eyes roamed down further, stopping on the chapped lips, before moving to what little she could see of the deputy’s exposed neck and throat, and recognized the intricate patterns of third-degree burns creeping a little on the left side, with possibly more hidden underneath her clothing.

Like the scarring that cut on her face, such a detail would have been barely noticeable to Faith if it weren’t for the Bliss favouring to detail Joseph’s lamb, which was intriguing and frustratingly inexplicable by its own right.

Faith wondered what stories were behind such marks. What hardships in life had a woman as young as the deputy lived through to obtain those mutilations on her form?

So close to the deputy now, an impulsive thought abruptly forced its way to the forefront of her mind; a compulsion to touch the deputy.

A small part of her voiced caution over such an action, but a deeper part of her seemed to rationalize it, a compelling want to press against the deputy’s form, if only to see what happens. Regardless of her mind over the matter, she could not stop her arm lifting to reach out to the unaware deputy’s shoulder. Not much concern in doing so, Faith reasoned. After all, when her hand would eventually connect with the Deputy’s shoulder, she fully expected nothing to occur-

Silva tensed up, her posture straightened upon Faith’s fleeting touch, a touch which had retracted with an immediate step back upon seeing the other react. Soon enough, Faith was frozen, staring into the wide and unnervingly silver eyes that the Bliss peculiarly chose to illuminate, the deputy soon furrowing her dark brows as her eyes narrowed, grip on her compound bow tight and ready for combat.

Caught by the intensity of her gaze, Faith noticed how her own breathing seemed to halt, held in the back of her throat as she could only stare back at Silva, dazed. She awaited the woman’s next move, a thousand panicked thoughts running through her head on what could possibly occur now-

Then the deputy blinked. And blinked again, puzzled eyes flitting around for the source of the unexpected touch. Faith didn’t chance a muscle to move, not until she was certain of Silva’s next move. An answer that came when her face receded from the space Faith was in, looking around elsewhere, the crowd in the room ignorant to what occurred.

Faith exhaled when the other woman opted to drop her gaze back on her bow, even if her brows furrowed and uneasily forcing her body to relax. Shaking off the strange occurrence, huffing as she rubbed one gloved hand over the small bags under her eyes.

Once the moment passed, the herald soon eased up, recovered from her surprise, brushing some stray light brown hair that had been disturbed by the sudden jolt. Faith tilted her head as her mind processed and reviewed the result of her action, observing as the deputy’s posture began to naturally relax, though she was no longer humming.

Huh, was the thought Faith could comprehend. Cautious, Faith took a step closer, and then another. Nothing that invoked a reaction out of the deputy.

That has never happened before.

In all her time working on the Bliss over the years, nothing as groundbreaking and strange had simultaneously occurred ever since her proliferation and utilization of it. And certainly nothing to the degree of this outlier the deputy seemed to be becoming.

While she could certainly implore the perceptions in the minds of the imitations of the Bliss bodies around her, usually when her hold was stronger through high dosage and exposure, she couldn’t physically feel them. Even truer if her hold wasn’t as focused or strong, especially if the person in question was only exposed to minimal doses of her Bliss, like the deputy should be.

Faith furrowed her brows in thought. She glanced to her hand – the one that touched the deputy’s shoulder. She could feel a lingering and tingling sensation, like a slight temperature, though she couldn’t put a name on it. It felt almost right.

Looking back to the deputy as she continued to tinker, though with an occasional glance around the room now, Faith wondered if she should risk it again.

After all, she thought to herself, stepping closer to behind the deputy’s seat, justifying her ignited curiosity, By all accounts, it is my duty to test all manner of the Bliss’ operation, if we are ever to reach closer to Eden. It is the Father’s will.

Directly behind the seated deputy now, she took a breath as she leisurely placed both her hands onto the deputy’s shoulders.

Silva stiffened under her, and Faith fought the impulse to retreat her hands like they were touching the hot surface of a stove. It took Faith instinctively kneading at her shoulders for Silva to make any sort of response, the woman seated below her glancing back, eyes seeking the source of such an inexplicable sensation.

Faith held her breath when those illuminating silver rings were brought onto her. It was an uncanny sight. If kind of bewitching to look at.

But like last time, no matter how hard she tried to narrow and squint her eyes for the source, Silva returned her gaze back to the front. Perplexed on what was happening, most likely, but trying to retain some measure of normalcy from the strangeness she was experiencing.

Faith bit at her bottom lip, wondering how far she could take this interesting discovery.

She tightened her grip on Silva’s shoulders, fingers clenching and unclenching, rubbing at her along a joint.

The tension of Silva’s body begun to dissipate into relaxation, the minor massage Faith was giving the woman invoked a soft gasp and light exhale from her lips.

Faith watched with intrigue as the woman reached a hand up to one shoulder, gloved fingers brushed against the herald own exposed one. Faith was unsure how to describe the sensation, but it wasn’t unpleasant, almost basking in the touch. She wondered if her deputy could feel the skin of her dainty, calloused hands as well, though when the gloved hands retracted back to her lap, Faith thought not.

The sensation her hands felt on Silva’s body felt right. Like she was being whispered to; soft welcomes, murmurs of belonging, in a way that encouraged her to sink further on Silva’s form.

Faith adjusted her stance, bending a bit so her hands slinked below Silva’s shoulders and rested above her chest, fingers interlocking as her face passed Silva’s cheek, chasing after that wonderful sensation the closer her body pressed against the woman.

She briefly thought about sweeping her deputy away out of the sinner’s den, take her back to her Gate, if not to hoard this feeling for herself, then to keep it from her brothers’ greedy hands. She couldn’t stand the idea of anyone but herself knowing this pleasant sensation, of having it.

With her arms wrapped around her seated deputy, ignoring the small shudder from the recipient of her embrace, her face rested in the crook of the woman’s neck, Faith couldn’t stop the thought that finally named the familiar sensation she longed for while holding Silva.

Warm.

[mermay-forever]

💦🧜‍♀️ Hello! Welcome to my MerMay for 2025! 🧜‍♂️💦

Another MerMay prompt list? You might be asking this and the answer is YES. 🤗 Why?

I personally would like an annual 31 day MerMay prompt list clearly open to all content creators across all fandoms for *almost* any ship featured here on Tumblr with an AO3 Collection !

My inspiration? Basically how @flufftober and @whumptober run their events! We MerMay lovers deserve that kind of commitment to our trope too! 😉 It's mentioned enough around the fandom world we should. I'm definitely ready for it!

You can find all the important information and the prompt list for 2025 below!

First ➡️ Please do take the time to read our Standard Blog Rules found HERE!

We hope you enjoy our prompt list this year and have fun creating any ideas it sparks! 🥲

🌊 MerMay 2025 Prompts: 🌊

1. Wishes

2. Cove

3. Inheritance

4. Abandoned

5. Jewelry

6. Mariana Trench

7. Sunbathing

8. Secret Relationship

9. Myths

10. Stream

11. Otters

12. Music

13. Stargazing

14. Tsunami

15. Experiment

16. "You're safe, I swear!"

17. Ancient Artifact

18. Confessions

19. Smooth/Rough

20. Ice Shelf

21. Drawing

22. Submerged City

23. Misunderstanding

24. Bright Colors

25. Feast

26. Platonic

27. Predator

28. Glowing

29. Shadows

30. Healing

31. FREE

👙💦 Are you unsure how you can participate? Check out the FAQ post HERE and hopefully I've covered most things, but feel free to ask if you still have questions! 🏊‍♂️🏊‍♀️

MerMay 2025 AO3 Collection

🐚 Please remember to tag and MENTION (@) us when posting to Tumblr so we can reblog your MerMay content! 👩‍💻

Happy creating! 💙

[beauty-beast-week]

Be our guest at Beauty and the Beast Week, August 18–24, 2025!

We're creating fanworks celebrating all variations of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast! Save the date and start drafting your creations!

Anyone can join, and all types of fandom works are welcome: fanfic, fanart, podfic, gifsets, edits, mood boards, memes, etc. Each work must contain at least one Disney BatB character (crossovers, OCs, and reader-inserts are allowed too!), be newly created for the event, and not use AI. See the full rules and FAQs.

There will be some new aspects to the event this year: a podfic exchange and beta reading exchange. More info on these in about a month. Follow this blog so you don’t miss future announcements!

Last year, our prompts were about plants, but this year, our theme is “Beasts of every kind,” with a different animal prompt for each day. The idea is not that you create something literally about that animal (though you could), but that you think of things metaphorically associated with it and use that as inspiration.

Here are the 2025 prompts with some associated ideas:

(Text version of prompts below the “Keep reading” link)

The examples in parentheses above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the daily prompts! For example, bird > eggs > Gaston > fic about how/why Gaston got obsessed with eggs. Find more ideas at #inspiration.

You are NOT expected to do something every day! Just 1 work for 1 day of your choosing is enough, though you are welcome to do more if you like. And you are NOT expected to create your fanwork on that day, just post it on that day.

Send an ask or DM if you have any questions! Hosted by @firawren

Please reblog this post to spread the word! You’re also free to repost the prompts banner above on your own blog or any other social media and link them back to this post.

2025 prompts:

Day 1: Wolf (found family, hunting, hunger, forest, winter, mob...)

Day 2: Bird (fluff, music, dancing, birth, finery, freedom, travel...)

Day 3: Octopus (intelligence, deception, fitting in, water, silence...)

Day 4: Monkey (play, curiosity, energy, laughter, tricks, children...)

Day 5: Snake (angst, horror, poison, pain, temptation, sensuality...)

Day 6: Horse (farm, work, power, endurance, speed, anxiety...)

Day 7: Free day

[spopbigbang]

SPOP Appreciation Week 2025

This upcoming May will mark the 5 year anniversary of the finale of Dreamworks' She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. To celebrate, we're hosting a Big Bang with lots of fics and art, but we wanted everyone to be able to participate in some form.

Introducing SPOP Appreciation Week, a week of prompts to help us celebrate our fav and show the cast, crew and fandom itself there's still a lot of love for these characters out there.

SPOP Appreciation Week 2025 Prompts List 

Remember / Memory

Past, Present and Future

You aren't alone.

A Beautiful Wish

Imperfection Is Beautiful

Heart

We're Going to Win in the End

How to participate

What can we make? Anything! Text posts, edits, show meta, fanart, fanfic, or even love letters to the show, cast, crew, or fandom itself. The main point of this event is to celebrate the show and get more posts out there overall, so think outside the box.

Where do we share? Everywhere! Anywhere! AO3, Tumblr, Facebook, Bluesky, Twitter, Instagram, etc wherever there's SPOP fandom.

Prompts can be interpreted anyway you like or ignored entirely if you want to do your own thing. Go out of order if that's what the muse wants, the point is just to make stuff and celebrate the show!

When you make your post, no matter what platform you're sharing it on, tag it #weloveSPOP2018 along with all the usual SPOP fandom, ship or character tags. Why this tag specifically? So if we do happen to trend anywhere, we ensure that Crew-Ra / Mattel / Netflix / Dreamworks et al understands which version of She-Ra we are celebrating.

We'll be reblogging our favorite SPOP Celebration posts on our sister blog, SPOPBang to keep them separate from the Big Bang posts so you don't have to tag us so long as you're using the #weloveSPOP2018 tag.

Remember: you don't need to make something long or complicated to participate! Whether it's silly memes, heartfelt posts about what the show means to you, fanworks inspired by the prompts, or using the prompts as a jumping off point to talk about your favorite scenes or character, we'd love whatever you have to share.

And if you have multiple things you want to post for each day, by all means, please do! The more, the better!

In addition to new content, we'd encourage you to reblog/retweet/re…bluesky older SPOP content during the celebration week to add to the nostalgia.

Tip: If you've got an idea for a post now, schedule it to post in advance so you don't forget! Tumblr and Twitter (well, on desktop anyway) let you schedule posts in advance natively. The app Buffer even has a free plan that will let you schedule posts on places like Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and Bluesky.

Here are the prompts with some suggestions of how you could interpret each…

Remember / Memory

Past, Present and Future

You aren't alone.

A Beautiful Wish

Imperfection Is Beautiful

Heart

We're Going to Win in the End

Remember / Memory

Could be…

Nostalgia about the show or past fandom moments

Reviving a long dead AU (even if it's not yours!)

Updating a fic or other WIP you haven't touched in a while

Past, Present and Future (This year marks the 40th anniversary of the She-Ra franchise overall!)

Could be…

Celebrate the original She-Ra and how the legacy of the original inspired the reboot

Explore how the character have changed over the course of canon or might change in the future

Talk about SPOP's place in the wider context of children's television or queer media

You aren't alone.

Could be…

A collaboration with a fandom buddy

A tribute to your favorite supporting characters

Focusing on friendships and the characters leaning each other

A Beautiful Wish (This one's on the actual anniversary of the finale release!)

Could be…

A thank you to the cast and crew for this wonderful show

A love letter to the SPOP fandom

An exploration of what the characters want or where they might be in the future

Imperfection Is Beautiful

Could be…

Celebrating three dimensional, flawed characters

Sharing an unfinished fanwork

Giggling over funny screenshots or animation errors

Heart

Could be…

The Heart of Etheria (whatever that phrase means to you)

Focusing on the scenes, ships and characters you love most

Love in all it's many forms both in the show and out of it

We're Going to Win in the End

This last one is all about finding hope in these uncertain times. A reminder that we must be strong, we must be brave, we gotta find every bit of strength that we have and never let it go. It's ending the week with love and determination and looking forward to a better future together.

Please reblog to help us spread the word!

[eddiediaznetwork]

EDDIEDIAZWEEK 2025 PROMPTS

Thanks to everyone who sent in prompts! So many prompts fit for all creators that it made it easy to have one prompt list.

This event will run from July 6 - July 12th. Please tag all creations as #eddiediazweek2025.

Day 1 (july 6) - relationships (platonic/familial/romantic) Day 2 (july 7) - arc Day 3 (july 8) - hair Day 4 (july 9) - joy Day 5 (july 10) - spirituality/beliefs Day 6 (july 11) - near death experience Day 7 (july 12) - free choice

If you have any questions about any of the prompts or anything, please don't hesitate to ask!

[aug-kissed]

Announcing Aug-kissed!

Four weeks of kiss-themed prompts, with three different prompts per week to pick from. Use as many or as few as you want, combine with other events like fandom bingo or @augustwritingchallenge's AUgust, and tag us with your finished product!

All fandoms, ratings, and mediums are welcome! Feel free to snag the graphic and share on other platforms as well!

Week 1: August 4 to August 10

Indirect Kiss | Blow a Kiss | Butterfly Kisses

Week 2: August 11 to August 17

Hand Kiss | Trail of Kisses | Gentle Peck

Week 3: August 18 to August 24

Frantic Kisses | Using Tongue | Hickeys

Week 4: August 25 to August 31

First Kiss | Chocolate Kiss | Kiss Goodnight