Have you fallen for a ship with 0 fics? Perhaps you even thought about writing it but weren't sure there'd be a point. Why not join Launch the Ship—a multifandom challenge to write the first fic for a ship! It provides a friendly little community during what can often be a lonely voyage.
All you need to do is choose a ship with 0 fics, and complete a fic for it before the deadline, July 20th. Everything else is optional, though there are opportunities to share ideas and check out each other's work.
Sign-ups are now open at this link and will be until the deadline (July 20th, 23:55 UTC). Fics will be revealed publicly on July 21st, 00:01 UTC.
Hello! This is a Fic fest dedicated to Omega Oscar! (Inspired by @laura1633’s Omega Max Fest) This Fic fest is for anyone who would like to write/read/prompt Omega Oscar Fic!
Dates:
Prompts open: April 14th (2026)
Prompts must be submitted by: June 1st (2026)
Prompts claimed: Prompts are open and can be claimed anytime between now and July 8th
Deadline: Please upload your fics on or before July 9th
Omega Oscar Fic Fest Revealed: Friday July 10th 2026
Link to Omega Oscar Fic Fest on ao3
(Link to submit prompts: ao3)
(Link to claim prompts: ao3 )
Rules:
1. Please, no AI!
2. Fics must be centred around Omega Oscar but can include any ship or theme.
3. No max or min word count.
4. You can claim multiple prompts/have multiple people claim the same prompt, the more the merrier!
5. I understand that life can suddenly get in the way but please try to only claim works you know you can write (in the time period) :).
6. That being said, you can still submit your fic after the deadline.
7. The first prompt is free if you want to write your own idea.
The collection is moderated so nobody will see any of the works until July 10th (2026) when I open the collection. So, please change your publish date to July 10th on July 9th, that way it’ll line up. ( when you upload a fic before hand the publish date will be whatever day you uploaded, that’s the date you’ll have to change)
This is my first time doing anything like this so please have a bit of patience with me if there’s any hiccups but I’ll try my best to have everything run smoothly! If you have any recommendations/tips or questions about the fest feel free to message/inbox me here or at my main page @omegamaxblr !
New cursed fic challenge: Write a 1,000+ word oneshot without EVER using the backspace/delete. You are not allowed to replace words. If you spell something wrong, it's permanent. If you wanna rewrite the sentence, you cannot replace the previous one and just have to keep stumbling along. The narrator is stumbling over their own words SO much.
Something's amiss in Amity Park! While the normal set of ghosts are distracting the townsfolk, something deeper is creeping in the shadows...
Welcome to Ectoberweek 2025! Ectoberweek is the oldest running phandom event, and we are so excited to get to kick it off with another spooky year of art, fic, and more!
Each day, you have the option between a one-word prompt, or a two-sentence horror story. Or, perhaps, for the most daring, you may choose to combine them both.
All forms of creativity are accepted here! Fics, art, music, photoshop or video edits, crafts, crossovers, OCs, ships, etc. So long as your post is directly related to Danny Phantom, it's fine with us!
We only ask that you post under the tag #ectoberweek2025 so that we can find and reblog it here!
Happy Ectober! 👻🎃
[thank you so much this year to @quishaphantom / @k-beckerart for the very cool art! Check out their blog(s) and show them some appreciation!]
Prompts written out under the readmore!
October 25
👻 Forgetting
👻 After the dissection, there were parts of him everywhere, organs divided into jars of formaldehyde and stored haphazardly, scattered across the lab. It was gonna take ages to put him back together.
October 26
👻 Radiation
👻 Don’t just stand there. Run.
October 27
👻 Caramel Apple
👻 Danny's body always waits for him when he gets home. He wonders who keeps digging it up.
October 28
👻 Anti-Creep Stick
👻 Flashes of red. Hands on her throat.
October 29
👻 Polaroid
👻 Every ghost has a death day and party with fellow ghosts to "celebrate it." Now Danny must attend his own fun Deathday party!
October 30
👻 Dead Air
👻 Danny didn’t think those were real. Sure, he fought ghosts everyday, but this was different.
October 31
👻 Harvest
👻 "I’m not a ghost.” “No, you are something far more interesting, aren’t you?”
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Enough of unrealistic sex scenes that go perfectly each time, time for shenanigans
Have you ever thought: these people look way too hot and sexy to be living through the apocalypse? Or: damn I bet hook ups while fearing for your life must be stressful? Or: I would not want to have sex with someone who hasn't had a hot shower in six months?
By popular demand, here is a list of prompts for a sexy TLOU challenge with a twist: things do not go to plan. Things break, raiders ruin the mood, muscles just give up, go nuts! Any form of fanwork welcome (just no AI obvs)
Full list of prompts under the read more, thanks to everyone who submitted one! (some have been combined/reworded) Remix and combine as you see fit, add humour, angst, crack, tender sincerity, go nuts.
Ao3 collection: TLOU_SexGoneSideways_2025
Tag: #tlou sex gone sideways 2025 (thanks @sixhours for the name!)
(Keeping it as a general challenge for October rather than a strict kinktober event because we want the characters to be stressed instead of us)
Fairytale AU henchman!Clint Flood x f!reader | WC: 1.8K | read on AO3
summary: Clint's mission is to bring you back to the Count of Alameda. Little does he know you're not what he's looking for, but exactly what he needs.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature for language and references to smut. Fairytale AU. A surprise p-boy tags along. Fantasy/magic. Kidnapping. Mistaken identity. Cursed creature - the Goat-Man. Adult content and language. Threat of trafficking. Reader is afab and minimally described. Clint can lift her. (anything missing please lmk!)
a/n: this is my entry for @sunshinehaze1 's Fics for the PPCU Fic-less Writing Challenge! 💜 I was assigned Clint and Fairytale AU. From that moment I had a good idea of what I wanted to write. I couldn't decide between Shrek vibes or The Princess Bride vibes, so.. I chose a little of both. I will split this into two (maybe three?) parts, but I wanted to give y'all what I was really happy with. Hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for letting me be a part of this intriguing challenge, Kat! 😘
dividers by @sister-lucifer 👑
CLINT FLOOD MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST
It was supposed to be easy.
The Count of Alameda laid out the instructions quite clearly: kidnap the princess from her tower bedroom and bring her back. She won’t be harmed, Clint had been promised.
Not that it mattered much to him. Clint had greater worries than what would occur after his delivery of the magical royal brat. The Count has his daughter. She’ll be released back to him upon handing over the princess.
There’s only one catch. He thinks he has the princess, but he has you.
You’re slumbering peacefully when suddenly a large gloved hand clamps over your mouth, a pair of strong arms pulling you from the satin softness of the bed. Your screams go unheard to the guards napping just outside the door as your wrists and ankles are bound and you’re hoisted underneath those arms and made to hold on for dear life as your captor heaves himself over the window’s ledge and out onto the stony wall of the tower.
“Stop wriggling lest you fall to your death,” a gruff voice warns, putting your physical resistance to an abrupt stop. It matters very little after all, because when you glance down to see how high up you are, you immediately faint.
By the light of the full moon Clint and his beastly companion, cursed Goat-Man of the East Bay, scare off a couple of travelers and take their campfire. Making sure they stay gone, the goat-man growls and tramples a path, keeping it clear from others. Clint ties up his horse to a tree and feeds it an apple, cooing soft words and petting its snout.
You’re still passed out, a burlap bag as a makeshift bed beneath you. Not that Clint did it out of kindness. It’s just easier to roll you up in case he needs to make a mad dash back to the Count’s castle.
There are likely many who would recognize you – the princess – famous for your long silver hair, rumored to possess magical healing powers and light to total darkness. Clint needs to keep your kidnapping a secret. Other henchmen, worse than he, wouldn’t give it a second thought to steal you away.
So he stays awake, the adrenaline of the capture still singing in his veins, and watches you sleep.
“Is she dead?” the cursed goat-man asks. He’s been sent along, momentarily freed of his jester duties to the count, to see that Clint keeps to his task. Nothing gets past him and he’ll report to the count truthfully. Clint has thought several times of kicking him into the river. Surely such a creature cannot tread water.
“She’s alive,” he mutters, taking a bite of the beef jerky he’d kept in his pack. He sighs when Goat-Man sidles up to him, asking for a scrap of his food. Clint rips off a piece of jerky and tosses it into the woods. Goat-Man goes after it without shame.
From your supine position on the ground next to Clint you start to rouse from your unconsciousness. “Mmmmmm,” you moan lightly, stretching your limbs, eyes still closed. Goat-Man hurries to you before Clint can stop him. You yawn peacefully, sighing deeply, smacking your lips as you open your eyes.
You scream in terror at the creature before you until Clint pulls him away and replaces your sight with a better one. “Don’t mind him. He can’t and won’t harm you. He’s castrated.”
“Hey!” Goat-Man shouts.
“I won’t harm you either. But I need you to be very quiet and very obedient.”
A beat. And you scream again. Clint clamps his hand over your mouth. “What did I just say?” he demands. “Now, quiet or I’ll shut you up with something worse. If you try to run I’ll catch you. You’re mine. Understood?”
Shaking, you nod.
“Good. Now, don’t be frightened, Princess. I’m going to bring you to the Count of Alameda, who wants you to do a very special favor for him.”
“Princess? I’m not–”
“You won’t be harmed. The court’s realm has known nothing but darkness for many months. You and your magic.. hair.. can help bring light to the people again. It’s a noble thing, you should be happy to help,” he adds irritably.
“You don’t understand! I’m not–”
“Don’t be stingy, Princess. There’s more at stake here than you know.” Clint’s face darkens as he thinks of his young daughter in strangers’ hands.
Angrily you stand and rip the silver hair off your head, revealing you are not, in fact, the magical princess.
“A wig??” Clint is stunned and angry.
“I tried to tell you – I’m not the princess!”
“What were you doing in her bed in the tower?”
“None of your business!”
“Tell me now. Or I’ll get this little devil to gnaw on your leg.” To emphasize the threat, Goat-Man grins evilly, showing off sharp fangs.
“If he sinks his teeth into you, you’ll die from some nasty infection,” Clint shrugs. Goat-Man chomps his terrifying teeth.
“Fine! Alright!” You raise your hands in surrender, trying to remember what your kidnapper has asked you.
“Who are you, and where is the princess?” he asks slowly.
A frustrated sigh escapes your lips. “I am the princess’s maid and greatest confidant. She tasked me to sleep in her bed as her, a pretense in case the king or queen looked in on her during the night.”
Clint raises a brow, intrigued. “And where is your lady?”
“Meeting the stable lad, mayhap engaging in the fornication of a lifetime. They’re madly in love and forbidden from seeing each other.”
Clint groans. He has the wrong person. He wipes a hand over his face. “I can’t go back to the Count with a maid.”
“Maybe we can kill her and eat her,” Goat-Man pipes up, “then go back for the actual princess.”
You’re already trying to run away, but you get caught up in your ankle restraints. Clint looks on, amused as you fall flat on your face. “You’ll knock yourself out, Maid,” he taunts, arms crossed as Goat-Man laughs with him.
Groaning, you get up, spitting grass from your mouth as you pull yourself up to a sitting position. “Release me now! I am of no use to you, you rotten bastards!”
“I beg to differ!” Goat-Man exclaims. “As I said, you’d be very tasty meat. And I’ve only been given scraps on this journey.”
“All you deserve is scraps!” Clint grunts. “She’s right. She’s of no use to us. Come daylight we’ll make our journey to the village beyond the hills. There’s sure to be a tavern where we can sell her.”
Your eyes are wide in terror and indignation. “Sell me??”
“Relax. By this time tomorrow you’ll either be a barmaid or a whore. Either way you’ll make decent coin.”
Goat-Man adds, “And either way I’ll be your best customer!”
Screaming, you try to run again, but Clint is faster, grabbing your waist and clutching you to him, his chest pressed to your back, biceps straining as he tries to keep you from struggling out of his grasp.
But if he’s honest with himself, the way you’re wriggling against him is working up a disturbance below his belt. He’s careful to try to keep himself away from you, even as you thrash about in his arms.
“Forgive me,” he mutters, applying pressure on your neck until you pass out, going limp in his arms.
“What did you do that for?” Goat-Man exclaims. “I have perfectly good sleeping powder in my bag!”
“And you didn’t tell me?” Clint grunts, laying your unconscious body on the ground.
It’s easier to keep you asleep than for Clint to have to keep you bound the entire journey. Each time you start to stir, he gives you a spoonful of sleeping powder mixed with water from his canteen, or whatever alcohol Goat-Man has on his person. It’s quiet, and Clint realizes he does kind of miss the sound of your voice.
“Too much of that and she could wind up addled in the brain,” Goat-Man warns him.
“You mean, almost as if she’d been kicked in the head by a goat?” The implication in Clint’s tone and the warning in the lift of his brow speaks volumes. He’s had enough of his enforced companionship with this wretched creature and would off him if given the right circumstance.
Your silver wig is unceremoniously perched on your head, the real color of your hair showing in small wisps near your forehead. Clint’s heart does a strange backflip at the sight of it and shoves that feeling way down deep.
You’re a means to an end. Nothing more.
Even if you are pretty. Kind of.
You start to rouse just as Clint’s horse steps through a creek winding through the woods, small droplets of water splashing on your face as he tramps through, getting water everywhere.
“You should get some sleep while you can,” Clint grunts when he sees your eyes open. In all truthfulness their shape and color are a combatant effort in making his heart skip what he’s sure are very important beats.
You say in a sleepy voice, “You must return me to the palace at once. The king will be very upset at my sudden departure.”
“Are you his mistress or something?”
“What? No!!”
“Then I doubt he’ll be wringing his hands in worry at your absence. You’re just a maid, and a replaceable one at that.”
Goat-Man speaks up. “We really should stop calling her Maid, don’t you think?” He turns to you with a ghastly smile. “What is your name, or what may we call you?”
You don’t quite know what to make of this creature. Sometimes he’s kind and sometimes he’s more than willing to either take a bite out of you or fuck you. You answer most politely and give them your name.
“It’s pretty,” Goat-Man says. “It sounds like church bells ringing.”
“That’s sweet,” you say, glad that for once he’s charming and engaging. “What’s yours?”
“Clint,” your captor replies, subtly holding you tighter against him. “I bet you didn’t know he used to be human,” Clint nudges you, pointing at Goat-Man.
“I never would have guessed,” you mutter. “What happened?”
“He was once a great friend of the Count, and a wealthy lord. Lord Maxwell was his name,” Clint relays. “He was caught having an affair with the Count’s wife and had a spell put on him, turning him into what he is now. As the story goes, the Count said if Maxwell wanted to act like a horny goat then he would become one for all eternity.”
You burst into laughter at this, much to Goat-Man’s consternation. “Enough about me,” he snaps. “Or I’ll bite both your heads clean off.”
“Pretty impossible for a little goat to do,” you tease, before realizing you’re being more friendly with your captors than you should be. “Will someone tell me where the devil we are going? I’m sore from the day’s travels!”
“We’re going to find an inn for the night,” Clint mutters, his grip on you stronger after your change in attitude.
“And how will you explain a tied up woman among your company?” you challenge him.
Clint gives a wicked smile. “The type of establishment we’re going to doesn’t ask about those kinds of things.”
Winter Warmers is taking place in December and there will be daily prompts for you to write, draw, or create.
There are two different prompt lists for Winter Warmers - a spicy list ❤️🔥, and then a fluffy list🧣from @leatherandcherryblossoms! You can stick to one list, mix and match your daily prompts, or if you're feeling adventurous try and incorporate both prompts into one creation. It is totally up to you!
Tag #winterwarmers2024 so we can see your work!
Day 1: ❤️🔥 Lingerie | 🧣 Coffee on a Cold Morning
Day 2: ❤️🔥 Coming Untouched | 🧣 Evening Fire
Day 3: ❤️🔥 Dildo | 🧣 Holding Hands
Day 4: ❤️🔥 Frottage | 🧣 Cuddling For Warmth
Day 5: ❤️🔥 Praise | 🧣 Tree Lighting/Fireworks
Day 6: ❤️🔥 Threesome | 🧣 Playing in The Snow
Day 7: ❤️🔥 Omegaverse | 🧣 Blanket Fort
Day 8: ❤️🔥 Humiliation | 🧣 Holiday Decorating/Baking
