Welcome Majormoon shippers! This is Majormoon Week 2025, the first edition of Majormoon Week, taking place from September 22nd to September 28th!
Feel free to choose one (or both) of the prompts listed above for each day to use as inspiration for your own Majormoon piece. Whether it be writing, cosplaying or drawing, any type of artform is welcome! And feel free to submit your works to our official a03 collection, too!
However, there will be:
NO use of AI allowed in this event.
NO NSFW content permitted.
NO RPF content permitted.
NO allocishet MLW Scott x Pearl content, as this does NOT qualify as Majormoon by definition. (Don't know what exactly 'Majormoon' is? Check the coining and usage post here, and, if you're still confused, our follow-up explanation here!)
If you have any more questions, queries or concerns about the event, check out our #faq tag, and if unanswered, our askbox is always open! Otherwise, hope to see you there!
when will the prompts for majormoon week 2026 be dropping? 😗
Hi! Great question! I am actually not sure, mod star and I have not discussed it yet but if there's interest on it I'll be sure to bring it up with him!!
would you guys ever think of doing an event while you're on hiatus for majormoon week 2026 like a gift exchange or prompt meme or something like that? I wasn't around in september for the actual event so if youd do something majormoon-themed in between to tide over id love to participate!
Hihi hello!!
We will definitely think and discuss about it!!
I myself don't have much idea of hosting a bunch of tumblr events, so ideas and suggestions are very much encouraged and appreciated! ^_^
For swap i kinda went all in if you will? The eyes are kinda wonky ignore that...
But!! This is Last Life majormoon with unicorn pearl on yellow 💛 with 2 lives and wolf scott on dark green 💚 with 6 lives!! (Bonus: i usually draw them both with long hair with very little exceptions, so they both get short hair now!)
As for cosplay! Here you have em folks, Pearl Spankoffski and Scott Lauter.. huh look at that! Their initials dont even change!
I just really like hatchetfield and i think this fits em idk
To reject your soulmate was to reject life itself. To court a slow, agonizing fade into irrelevance.
But Scott, with his sharp wit and even sharper sense of defiance, found the whole system suffocating. He didn't want his destiny pre-ordained. He wanted to forge it.
And he wouldn't do it alone.
"We'll do it together, Scott," Cleo had declared, her voice ringing with conviction. Cleo, his best friend, his anchor in the storm of societal expectations, with a grin mirroring Scott’s own.
"Chosen soulmates, then," Scott had laughed. The two of them, beacon against the world’s single, predetermined path.
The universe, however, had a cruel sense of humour.
The very next day, Cleo, faced with the raw, incessant pleading radiating from her soulbound, and the insistent whispers of the other pairs, finally buckled.
"I'm sorry, Scott. He’s… he’s right," she’d sighed to Scott, their eyes wide and apologetic. "I have a better chance to survive with Martyn. I… I have to go back to him. I'm sorry."
Scott watched, a hollow ache in his chest, as Cleo turned their back on him. Their shared defiance now a solitary pursuit for Scott.
And the world, as expected, recoiled.
Scott became an anomaly. He refused to be with his soulmate. He was a ghost in a world obsessed with connection, an outlier in a universe built on the certainty of paired souls.
His isolation was a gnawing ache, a constant hum of disapproval that followed him like a shadow.
His cottage, once a sanctuary of shared dreams with Cleo, felt hollow, the silence amplifying his solitude. He couldn't stand to stay in the home he and Cleo had built together for long, and so set out to build a lone tower for himself.
His only solace were his axolotls. They swam in their pristine tanks, their alien beauty a stark contrast to the ugliness of the world outside. Binkie was his favorite, with his perpetually surprised expression, his most steadfast companion. He'd watch him with his unblinking eyes, a silent witness to his ordeal.
It was in this quiet, this profound aloneness, that Scott began to explore the spaces within himself that he’d always kept hidden. He’d always felt a disconnect, a dissonance between the body he inhabited and the self he knew. Now, with little else to do, he began to experiment.
He started with small things. A softer fabric against his skin, a gentle touch that felt more right.
Then, bolder steps. A change in his voice, a subtle shift in his gait. He found himself gazing at his reflection, seeing not the man he was assigned, but a woman yearning to emerge.
The realization dawned, not with fear, but with a quiet, burgeoning sense of pride.
This truth, though exhilarating, only amplified her isolation. The societal taboo surrounding her refusal of her soulmate was already a dark stain. Now, with the further deviance of her gender identity, the whispers grew louder, laced with a venom that coiled in the air.
Pearl began to play her part in the unfolding drama. Pearl, who understood the deeply entrenched societal rigidities. She saw Scott’s transformation, her burgeoning womanhood, and a cunning plan began to form.
If Scott wanted to be a woman, Pearl decided, then she would be. And he'd experience exactly what it mean to be a woman.
She began to spread rumours, seeding them like poisoned flowers. Whispers of Scott being a witch, a sorceress drawing power from her solitary existence. She played into the fears of women who dared to exist outside the confines of partnership; Scott was a spinster, a widow, a curse.
Now that Scott was a woman, the discomfort surrounding her defiance intensified. The protection of male privilege had evaporated, leaving her vulnerable, and much easier to marginalize.
Pearl escalated her campaign. It didn't help that Scott, now fully embracing her womanhood, wore a striking teal dress, a deliberate defiance against the world’s dominant red, yellow, and green. Teal was her coloyr, the color of her soul, the colyor that now marked her as an outsider, the Teal Witch, wearing a colour that not only didn't reflect her name colour but a colour that wasn't in the system at all.
Pearl initiated a witch hunt, not with fire and brimstone, but with the chilling power of collective condemnation. She wanted the mob, fueled by fear and manufactured outrage, to “force” Scott to conform, to be hers.
The witch hunt intensified. The mob, incited by Pearl's carefully placed rumors, grew bolder. They hurled stones, their voices a cacophony of fear and hatred. Scott, her heart a tight knot of anxiety, would retreat further into her tower, Binkie nestled in her hands, his cool, slick skin a grounding sensation.
Perhaps the most jarring twist in this macabre play was Pearl's own personal transformation. Pearl, who had always embraced her gender fluidity and never truly minded her feminity, now decided to fully discard it in favour of masculinity. This move was not born of dysphoria, but of strategy. It was a stark, symbolic reclamation of the male identity Scott had shed. It was meant to further solidify Scott's new position: no longer Scott, the defiant man, but a woman, beholden to the societal mandates that Pearl was now orchestrating, for now Pearl was the man.
“This is simply what women have to go through,” Pearl declared, a chilling echo of Scott’s own pronouncements of forging her own destiny. “You wanted to be a woman, Scott? Then you'll be treated like one! Isn't that what you want? You'll be treated just like a cis woman... And women," He smiled sweetly, "who are without a husband? They're burnt at the stake. So I suggest you adjust to behaving like a proper woman who listens and stays with her loving soulmate real fast, princess. Because, trust me...
If you're not a princess, my princess, I'll make you a witch. And you've seen what they'll do to witches."
Warnings: Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Impostor Syndrome, Assisted Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Surgery, Toxic Masculinity, Internalised Misogny, Obsessive Character, Yandere Character
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A/N: Day 1 of Majormoon Week, Prompt 1: Favourite Season! (Double Life :p). Title from Placing the Blame (self)!
Pearl was a creature of fluid gender, drifted between binaries with the grace of a cloud shifting shape in the sky. Some days, she felt the gentle pull of femininity, finding comfort in soft fabrics and a certain lilt to her voice. Other days, he ached for the sharp lines of masculinity, the grounded weight of his presence. But Scott loved her through all of it.
Or... so Pearl believed.
Then Scott left. Didn't want her as a soulmate. Didn't want her.
Pearl stared at the empty space where Scott had been, a single thought solidifying in his mind like a shard of ice. It’s because of me. It’s because I’m not enough. She replayed Scott’s words, twisted them, diced them, desperate for a reason that made sense, a problem she could fix.
And then it hit her, a poisoned epiphany. Scott was gay. Pearl had feminine days. Pearl had femfluxes. Scott liked men. And Pearl? Pearl wasn't a real man. Not a full man. Not his type.
The realization was a punch to the gut, an insidious whisper that coiled around her thoughts. Scott wanted a man.
From that day forward, Pearl was only "he." No more fluid pronouns, no more drifting. He purged his wardrobe of anything remotely feminine, his shelves of any book with a soft cover. He cut his hair brutally short, the shears scraping against his scalp, a desperate act of excision. He started working out with a furious intensity, determined to chisel away any hint of softness. He would be Scott’s type. He would be a man.
He swore it to himself in the mirror every morning, his reflection gaunt and haunted. "I'm a boy now," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Look at me. I'm a boy, Pearl. You're a boy."
But the ocean of his own nature was not so easily tamed. His femfluxes, once a gentle tide, became a torturous storm. There were days he woke up, the air feeling wrong against his skin, a deep, unsettling ache for the comfort of a soft sweater, the sway of a skirt, the gentle curves of his body. She'd catch glimpses of himself in shop windows, his broad shoulders, his short hair, and a wave of nausea would wash over him. This wasn't him. This hyper-masculine shell felt alien, suffocating. He’d force a smile, force his voice deeper, force himself to walk with a swagger that felt like a painful charade.
He was forcing himself into a box that, for all his desperate desire for Scott, did not fit. But how could he admit that? How could he let even a flicker of femininity show? Scott would never come back then. So he pushed it down, the longing for demifemininity, the comfort of his true genderflux self, burying it under layers of denial and self-loathing. He was a boy. He had to be.
But if he was a boy, why did it make him want to claw out of my skin? Was he really a boy, or was she just faking it, just a girl who hates herself? The thought terrified him, because if he wasn't a "boy," then Scott would never want him. His repulsion for his own desire for feminity deepened, his own assigned gender as a curse, a barrier to love. But now, ironically, his forced masculinity was making him feel repulsion for masculinity, too, the constant effort and discomfort slowly eroding any genuine connection he might have had to his masculine side. He was adrift, scornful of both poles of his own gender, terrified of his own fluidity.
He began to stalk Scott. Not directly, not overtly. But he knew Scott’s routines, their shared history a map in his mind. Scott looked happy, unburdened. And Pearl, wrapped in the suffocating cloak of his self-created identity, festered in his own misery.
Pearl needed to be undeniable. Unambiguously male. He traced the lines of his chest in the mirror, the curves that still stubbornly remained. These were the problem. These were the things that kept Scott away.
He remembered Scar. Scar, who once tried to fix a leaky faucet with duct tape and a prayer. Scar, who was decidedly not a surgeon. But Scar was willing to listen, willing to do. Desperation was a potent anaesthetic to common sense.
"I need… I need to be rid of these. To be… flat. Male." Pearl begged. He didn't mention Scott, not directly. He just said it was for himself. Scar, oblivious to the deeper psychological currents, had agreed.
The "specialized tools" Scar had turned out an assortment of kitchen knives and a bottle of cheap vodka for "sterilization", and some pills for pain relief. Pearl, by now, was beyond rational thought. His internal landscape was a wasteland of self-disgust and a singular, burning desire for Scott’s acceptance. He clutched a dirty rag in his teeth, his eyes fixed on the grimy concrete floor.
The pain was immediate, a searing, white-hot agony that ripped through Pearl’s chest. Scar, unsteady and clearly out of his depth, began to cut, his movements clumsy, unsure. Pearl bit down on the rag, a guttural scream rising in his throat.
Hundreds of blocks away, Scott was tending to his ranch when a jolt of pure, unadulterated agony shot through him. It was as if someone had plunged a red-hot poker into his chest, then systematically twisted it. He gasped, falling to his knees, clutching his shirt. The pain intensified, a nauseating wave of slicing, burning, tearing flesh, a phantom sensation of his own body being violated. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, his vision blurring. Unlike Pearl, he wasn't even granted the privilege of a few painkillers, he was feeling the entire extent of his body undergoing bloody, visercal, unwarned and unconsentual surgery. He felt every slice, every scalpel, all in vivid detail.
Pearl was losing consciousness. Scar, panicked, had managed to roughly excise parts of his chest, leaving behind a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Pearl was bleeding profusely, his breath shallow, ragged. Scar, realizing the extent of his amateur butchery, stumbled back, a look of abject horror on his face.
PearlescentMoon was slain by GoodTimesWithScar.
Smajor1995 died.
When Pearl respawned, his chest was throbbing with an infernal rhythm. He felt weak, light-headed, but a strange, dark elation flickered within him. He looked down, and through the pain, through the grime, he could see. It was flat. Mangled, scarred, but flat. Sure, the respawn had been painful, but had mended the open wound, leaving nothing but a grotesque scar where his boobs had been. It was honestly a relief he'd died, now he wouldn't have to wait for his chest to heal itself to show Scott.
He croaked, a thin, humourless laugh bubbling up. The words tasted like blood and victory.
Scott found him soon after. It was no surprise. He wasn't thrilled to be on yellow.
Scott’s eyes, usually so gentle, were blazing with a cold fury. "What the hell happened, Pearl?" he demanded, his voice low, shaking with suppressed rage.
Pearl looked up, his eyes bright with a delusional hope. He slowly peeled back a corner of the bandage, revealing the grotesque, scarred landscape beneath. "Look, Scott," he whispered, a triumphant smile stretching his lips. "I did it. I'm flat. I'm a boy now. See?" He gestured vaguely to his mangled chest. "I did it for you. Now… now will you love me? Now will you come back?"
Scott staggered back, his face draining of all colour. The sight of the botched surgery, the raw, angry flesh, sent a wave of nausea through him. His anger morphed into a profound, aching pity, tinged with horror.
"Pearl…" Scott took a shaky breath, forcing himself to meet Pearl's desperate gaze. "Pearl, I'm gay, yes. But that's not why I left. I left because I couldn't be tied to anyone, because I needed my freedom. It had nothing to do with whether you were a 'boy' or a 'girl,' or anything in between. It was about me, about my own choice." He paused, his voice cracking. "And you… you did this to yourself? For me? Scar is the farthest thing from a medical professional on this server, why would you let him do it, of all people?! Pearl… I would never want you to change yourself, to hurt yourself. Especially not for me.”
Pearl's smile fractured. His eyes flickered, the desperate hope dying, replaced by dawning horror. The words Scott spoke, so clear, so unambiguous, were like a sledgehammer to the carefully constructed edifice of his delusion. His entire world, built on a foundation of misinterpretation and self-loathing, began to crumble.
He looked at his chest, no longer a source of triumph but a testament to his grotesque mistake. He felt the phantom aches of his femfluxes, the remembered comfort of soft fabrics, the familiar embrace of his demifeminine self. He felt the crushing weight of the forced masculinity, the nausea it still evoked. He was neither boy nor girl in that moment, but a ruin. A physical ruin, scarred and infected. A psychological ruin, shattered beyond recognition by his own desperate, self-inflicted wounds.
He was fem-repulsed, still, by the internalized misogyny he’d cultivated. But he was masc-repulsed too, by the agony of forcing himself into a shape that was not his own. He was trapped in a self-made hell, a body he had mutilated to fit a lie, a mind broken by the impossible demands he’d placed upon it.
The horror wasn't just the mangled flesh. The horror was the twisted, irreversible landscape of Pearl’s soul. He had destroyed himself, not for love, but for a phantom, a ghost of a desire that was never Scott’s to begin with.
And Scott, bound to him still, was forced to witness, and feel, the slow, agonizing decay of Pearl’s sanity, a living, breathing testament to the darkness of their shared life.
The pain in Scott’s chest, the phantom ache of Pearl’s butchered body, was a constant, terrifying reminder that some ties, once forged, can never truly be broken.
Im ngk i kinda improvised/winged it with e1!scott's clothes so its rlly wonky/all over the place and shit okay but. I tried. And then I tried to fix it with an actual reference image and uhm. Yeah
We'll be reblogging any and every entry under the tag #majormoon week 2025 and variations (#majormoonweek2025 #majormoonweek #majormoon week) unless it were to break the rules
Hiyaaaa, just checking, what exactly qualifies as darkshipping? Are ppl allowed to depict their relationship as unhealthy, like enemies to lovers or yandere/darling or having complicated relationships that aren't 100% healthy like that as long as it's not, like incestual, loli/shota, necrophilic orrrrr basically anything REALLY mature or taboo that wouldn't be appropriate in a T category? ^M^
Yep! Unhealthy/enemies-to-lovers/yandere-darling are all okay!!
Just avoid incest, loli/shota, necrophilic, etc.
Thats the line! And its red and very bright so pls pls pls dont cross it it makes us reaaally uncomfortable as it does lots of people 💔
We want everyone to have fun! Just keep it from that! Thank you ^_^
Welcome Majormoon shippers! This is Majormoon Week 2025, the first edition of Majormoon week, taking place from September 22nd to September 28th!
Feel free to choose one (or both) of the prompts listed above for each day to use as inspiration for your own Majormoon piece. Whether it be writing, cosplaying or drawing, any type of artform is welcome! And feel free to submit your works to our official a03 collection, too!
However, there will be:
NO use of AI allowed in this event.
NO NSFW content permitted.
NO RPF content permitted.
NO allocishet MLW Scott x Pearl content, as this does NOT qualify as Majormoon by definition. (Don't know what exactly 'Majormoon' is? Check the coining and usage post here, and our follow-up explanation here!)
If you have any more questions, queries or concerns about the event, check out our #faq tag, and if unanswered, our askbox is always open! Otherwise, hope to see you there!
What if you can't finish in time? Are you allowed to only participate for a few days if you can't do all of them? Or are you allowed to submit even after MajorMoon week is technically over if you learned about it late and missed out?
of course you're allowed to still participate if you join in late! And specially if you just couldnt finish your submissions for it in time!
Its majormoon week but ive seen people post belated ship/character week art/fanfics all the time so
is polyamory okay? as long as the focus is on the relationship of majormoon would we be allowed to make content for majormoon in a polyamorous relationship with others too as long as those ships aren't the main focus and it stays majormoon-centric?
Yes, polyamorous relationships are allowed for this week, as long as the main focus of the piece remains on the relationship between Smajor1995 and PearlescentMoon. Thank you for your question!
