If you've never participated in this kind of event before, here are the basics: participants will complete a sign-up form with some basic guidance around what kinds of prompts they do/don't want to receive. Then, each participant will get a randomly generated bingo card with nine prompts, spun up from an extensive list of possibilities, selected at random and in a random order! From there, your goal is simple: create any number of works inspired by the prompts on your board to achieve a horizontal, vertical, diagonal, or blackout bingo.
Here's what you need to know:
Sign up here. Hopefully the form is fairly straightforward, but if you have any questions, please reach out!
Cards will go out on a rolling basis. If it's been a week since you signed up and you haven't heard from a mod yet, feel free to reach out—but please know it might take us a couple days!
Once you get your card, please have a look for any prompts you might want to swap out (maybe DNFs you missed on the form or just something you really don't jive with) and let the mod team know if you'd like to get those prompts re-rolled. However, you only get one re-roll, so choose wisely!
Sign-ups will run until June 30th, on which date posting will also begin—the same day tour kicks back off in Liverpool! Feel free to post your work on Tumblr (tag us!), AO3 in the bingo collection or main Waycest Fest collection, or wherever else you like.
Any kinds of fanwork—fic, podfic, filk, art, mixes, moodboards, gifs, edits, crochet, macrame, interpretive dance—are welcome. However, as always, no participants who are under 18, and no AI whatsoever. Also, feel free to combine prompts however you like. If you think you can get a blackout with just one work, by all means, we'd love to see it!
Waycest Fest Bingo will end and the collection will close on November 30, about a week after MCR wraps up touring in Asia.
Those of you who achieve bingo will receive two prizes: a well-earned sense of pride and mod AKA's very most enthusiastic round of applause.
Still have questions? Drop us a line! Otherwise, we'll see you at the bingo table!
(kinky violence, masochism, degredation. very not safe, almost kind of sane, and (despite what it may seem) totally consensual)
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Gerard's hand fisted into Bert's greasy hair, yanking on it to draw his face away from Gerard's neck.
"What gives, pig?" Bert sneered. He tried to pull against Gerard's hand and managed to tug himself free as a shiver ran through Gerard's body.
"Call me that again?" he asked roughly.
"What? Pig? A dirty, snuffling, nasty fuckin' pig?" Gerard moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Sweaty, putrid, pathetic, loser pig?"
Gerard grabbed Bert by the shoulders and whirled them around so Bert was pressed painfully into the brick wall. He caught Bert's lips in his and practically slobbered into Bert's mouth. Bert kicked at Gerard's legs and pushed at his arms.
"Gerroffme—" he snarled, trying to turn his face away from Gerard's. Gerard kissed at Bert's scruffy jaw, littering love bites here and there. "You're so fucking gross. Get the hell off of me."
"Can't," Gerard groaned. His hips ground against Bert's, pulling filthy moans from them both. Once again, Gerard forced Bert into a kiss. The two of them panted and struggled in place for a moment. Bert shoved his hand into Gerard's shorts, cupped the bulge in his underwear, and squeezed. Gerard yelped in shock, then shoved Bert's head backwards into the brick behind him. Pain flared in Bert's skull.
"Fuck you!" he yelled. Gerard grinned. Bert pressed harder against Gerard's cock. Gerard whined into Bert's neck "Shut your fuckin' pig mouth!"
"Oh, god, wanna fuck you so much," Gerard groaned, pushing his cock into Bert's palm.
"Just stop squealing, piggy." Gerard shoved, tugged, and almost ripped Bert's clothes off of him as he dragged him to the dirty pavement. Bert fought back the whole time, clawing at Gerard's face and arms as if he didn't want to have his back blown out. Gerard wrapped both of his hands around Bert's throat and squeezed, cutting off his breathing. (He's doing it the proper way, too. Too many lectures from their bandmates about damaging each other's vocal cords must have gotten to him.)
"I'm gonna fuck you, babe, and you're gonna scream for me." Bert couldn't give any sort of response. His dick was rock hard against Gerard's ass, he couldn't breathe from the hands around his neck, and he knew he could blow his load right now if Gerard told him to. The look on Gerard's face was something scary, with his lust-dark eyes staring down at Bert like he was reading the contents of Bert's soul.
Bert felt himself getting dizzier. He dug his nails into Gerard's skin until he drew blood. Gerard leaned back, taking his hands away, and Bert sucked in as much air as he could. Gerard stood up to undress himself, leaving Bert to gasp and heave on the floor. He curled his hands into fists on the ground near his hips. If he touched himself at all, he'd blow immediately.
"What was all of that earlier, babe? Calling me a pig? Where did your attitude go?" Bert glared as much as he could manage at Gerard. When he opened his mouth to answer, though, Gerard smacked him across the thigh with the belt hanging loosely from his hand. Bert moaned loudly as his entire body tensed.
"Fuck you," he managed to rasp out. Gerard snorted.
"You wish." Gerard dropped to the floor and straddled Bert's hips again, then leaned down to yank him into a kiss. It was wet and messy, with spit dripping down the sides of Bert's face. All it took was Gerard shifting his body down. The rub of his skin against Bert's cock made him blow, cumming across Gerard's ass. Gerard tried to stand up, but Bert's hands flew to his hips and kept him in place.
"Don't you fuckin' stop, pig. You said you're gonna fuck me, so do it!"
Gerard laughed and rolled his ass against Bert's sensitive cock, pulling a whiny moan from him. "When did you turn into such a fucking slut, dude?"
Bert just glared up at him. Gerard laughed harder.
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