#round 17

[which-is-the-very-best]

Hoenn Specific Favorites!

Round 17: Steel

Which of the Hoenn Steel Pokémon is your favorite?

Mawile

Aron

Lairon

Aggron

Beldum

Metang

Metagross

Registeel

Jirachi

Voting ended onMay 10

The winner will go on to compete in the Hoenn and Steel finals!

You can find the graph we're filling out here!

This is part of a larger set of polls! Please come join us for the rest!

[aakaneeee]

She doesn't plan on winning anymore. But she also doesn't want to die: and she won't. She knows it. It's all clear in her head.

The scum of the Universe that I call "Owner" must've realized I was planning something. A few days ago, while I was practicing, she came in, she was angry. Actually, angry is an understatement. She seemed like she wanted to kill me right then and there. I assumed she's seen the layout of my plan I had drawn. Only thing holding her back from ending it all for me, was my upcoming round. It didn't stop her from hitting my head against the table.

I don't remember anything from the next day. The day after that was awfully blurry. The third day, I finally managed to capture what was around me, and heard my owner talking about how she won't cover the bruise, that it's fitting for the performance. Fourth day, I was expected to be right back to practicing.

My head still occasionally hurts. But I see it all very clearly. It's like my eyes were finally opened. I don't have to be stuck. I was stupid to be for so long.

Soon..

ROUND 17

@junebluues psst.. Eliana...

[mypurpleriver]

It was a good day for fishing!

[frottana-sims]

Favorite Pictures of Purple River.

round seventeen

[ourpokemonteamtournament]

Who Would You Rather Have on a Pokemon Team?

Clefairy

Shiny Lunatone

Voting ended onOct 22, 2023

Ex Lunatone

Normal Shiny

Tournament PSA: Normal Lunatone was eleminated in a past round.

If you vote please reblog to help us get as wide a net as possible. Round 17 Masterlist

[deangenchallenge]

Time for Round 17 of Dean Gen Challenge! This time the theme is ICONIC

How it works

On the first day of each month, we’ll provide a theme that you’ll explore in your works in relation to Dean

You can sign up at any point throughout the month, simply by reblogging this post and tagging it with #entered

You have until the last day of the month to publish your work. Tag it with #deangenchallenge and mention @deangenchallenge to make sure we find it

We’ll be reblogging all works to this blog; if you don’t see your work reblogged after five days, send us an ask with a link to it

There is no penalty for dropping out. This is a no pressure challenge; if you can’t finish the work, you can post it in the following month or try with the new theme

You can also create works for our past themes! You will find all of them in our deangenchallenge tag

You might combine this challenge with other events and bingos, as long as their rules allow it

The last day to publish your work for this round is November 30

When posting your work to ao3, add it to our collection deangenchallenge

Feel free to reblog to signal boost even if you’re not entering! :)

Work requirements below the cut

Work content

Dean Winchester must be the focus of the work, no putting him in the supporting role

No ships as this is a gen challenge

Platonic and familial relationships are fine

Passing hook-ups, similar to those Dean would engage in during case on the show, are also okay — they can’t however be the main focus of the works

All works must match the given theme but you’re free to interpret it however you want it, both literally or metaphorically

Mature/explicit content and dark themes are allowed, but must be properly warned for; visual explicit works must be hosted elsewhere and linked to on tumblr, not to violate tumblr’s content guidelines

No sexual content involving minors

No RPF or reader-insert works — the focus of this challenge is Dean

Works using quotes about Dean coming from Jensen, other actors, or the show’s creators are fine

You can submit more than one work for each theme

Work types

Various types of works are welcome, such as fanfic, fanart, graphics, gifsets, fanvids, fanmixes, fic rec lists

Minimum requirements (there is no maximum)

Fanfic: at least 500 words (remember to use read more when posting the whole fic to tumblr)

Fanart/graphics: at least 1 art piece, width 540px

Gifsets: at least 3 gifs

Fanmix: at least 8 songs + description of how they relate to Dean and the theme

Fanvid: min 30 sec

Podfic: read, not tts, fic of min 500 words

Fic rec list: at least 4 fics written by others + commentary on how they fit the theme

all podfic’d and rec’d fics must also fit the content rules of the challenge

Questions? Feel free to send us an ask

[whgmasterofceremonies]

Writeblr Hunger Games Round 17

The time has come to pit our characters against each other and milk all the angst and commentary we can out of the randomly generated events! Yes...the one and only  Writeblr Hunger Games (note that I have absolutely no evidence that nobody else has done anything like this)!

Reminder of the Basics: writers submit their characters as potential candidates and then I put them in the Brant Steele Hunger Games Simulator and share the results. It VERY randomly (and often humorously) picks ways they survive, kill, forge alliances, and die until only one remains. In the meantime, the writers can write and share stories about their characters being in the Games! Beforehand, I’ll post some prompts to get the creative juices flowing, and afterwards, you can have your character participate in an optional collaborative heist to escape their fate!

Note: characters’ canonical powers, strengths, abilities, disabilities, and weaknesses will not be taken into account by the simulator. Every outcome is random and everyone has an equal chance for victory or disaster.

How we’ll do things this time: each writer who wants to participate can submit up to three original characters they would like to see fight in the Arena. Please reblog this post only or else send me an ask/message with your characters’ information. Arenas can hold 24, 36, or 48 characters, so I might need to throw in some stock characters or not include every submitted character. If you have any priorities on whose soul you definitely want to crush, let me know!

In your submissions, please include your characters’:

Name 

Pronouns (the simulator only recognizes “M/F”--apologies in advance)

This is totally optional, but if you want, also let me know:

If you’d like them in any particular District

Any other interesting facts about them you’d like me to know about

Like I mentioned in the inquiry post, there’ll be nothing fancy about this round--send in any character you want, be they well-established or a newcomer you want to figure out by force.

Rough timeline:

Today, Feb 21: submissions begin! Send me info about your characters via ask, reblog, pigeon, whatever works

Friday, Feb 25: submissions close and I’ll post the Initial Reaping

Saturday, Feb 26: I’ll post some prompts

Sunday, Feb 27: Official Reaping, so no more edits or last-minute additions

Monday, Feb 28: let the Games begin! Unless we’d rather wait a week to give people time to write and plan. Let me know!

As always, may the odds be ever in your favor!

Tagging those who said they were interested, no pressure to participate: @crazy-like-us, @pen-of-roses, @very-bi-giraffe, @alannaofroses, @written-in-gold, @onthetipofmyquill, @childrenoflight-darkness-nothing nonchalantly, @scribbles-to-feed-the-void tentatively, @concealeddarkness13, @maple-writes, and @knmartinshouldbewriting

[pen-of-roses]

Prompt 2-Oliver

WHG Tag List: @concealeddarkness13 @maple-writes @ratracechronicler @childrenoflight-darkness-nothing @knmartinshouldbewriting

In their mind, Reapings happened on overcast days, and people wore all black. Maybe it was cold as well. Instead, there was something very wrong in the day being perfectly clear and sunny as they walked behind Amber and shuffled into the crowd. A crowd of well dressed people by District Two’s standards, in all sorts of colors. Like it was something to respect and be excited for. And not the predecessor to a funeral.

Some of the faces around them, people they lived with and knew, even counted as friends, looked eager for what would happen next. Too many people here actually volunteered for this.

It was supposed to be just children, but there were always rumors people lied about their ages, or the Capitol interfered. What did everyone else ever make of that other than evidence they wanted select people gone?

Why was someone standing on their own? And why did those nearest seem to glare every so often? Was she the one who won the right to volunteer this year? 

They hunched over a little more as the escort, Sheryl, dressed somewhere between the disco balls and neon lights from the gaudier parts of the Capitol.

 The sooner this was over, the sooner Amber would let them be as she ran off to congratulate or weep or whatever she actually did with the chosen.

“Welcome to another Hunger Games! And this will be the most exciting yet! Let’s get going on the Reaping!” Sheryl called out, as her heels clicked against the stage, her dress already giving them a headache. Or maybe that was the stress of being in the crowd. Regardless, they held tighter to the cane as she pulled out the little slip of paper to damn the first. But she didn’t even read the paper—a fact that made them frown and try to sink more into the crowd—before calling out “The first tribute is…Adrestia! Drest, as she wants to be called.”

Adrestia…why did that sound familiar?

The girl who’d been standing alone started walking to the stage, as Sheryl continued, “This is truly going to be an interesting Hunger Games! The traitor who took the prophecy in her own hands for the glory and fame!”

Another prophecy? There had been whispers of something happening in the past few months, but they—

Getting involved put too much at risk. They couldn’t be seen. Couldn’t be drawn back in, or they’d put everyone, put Evander, back in—

“Oliver Rook!”

All eyes turned on them.

Their face was on the screen.

Their name had been called.

They could run, they could—

Peacekeepers were moving towards them now, a threat, one they couldn’t take on alone right now in a crowd who didn’t know and wouldn’t understand why they didn’t think it was some great honor.

Maybe someone would volunteer for them. Abyss, they didn’t want someone else in this place though, but there was no chance of the Coven not recognizing them in all of this. Maybe they could run when they got to the Capitol. They’d done it before, surely they could do it again.

Somehow, they were at the stage.

No one knew who they were. They called Oliver Rook after all.

But Oliver Rook was too old to be in the Games.

Oliver Rook didn’t officially exist in their records.

The bastards knew.

They smiled into the glittery face, without really seeing it, fighting down the urge to defend themself from the hug that made them a disco ball of glitter too, and stood next to the other tribute—Adrestia. 

Maybe they didn’t know. Maybe they were still safe. Maybe—

“Yes, a very interesting Games indeed, for we have the other lesser known hero of prophecy, the one who succeeded on their own, one Oren Reide.”

“Fuck.”

No one in the crowd spoke or moved, just staring wide-eyed up at them. No one here knew, they were never meant to know. It was better that way, meant everyone was safe without them.

The tremor was back in their hand, as someone grabbed it—

But it was just Adrestia.

A show of support, a comfort, a lifeline in the abyss they were about to be dragged back into, and all they could give in return was a small nod.

Someone else was called to the stage, but the blood rushing past their ears, the worry about everything about to happen…they couldn’t care about that yet. Couldn’t worry about how many others would be walking into the bloodbath with them.

No, all they could do was keep themself from falling deeper into the abyss than they already were.