#sintember 2025

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Sintember 2025 - Official Prompts

Due to the change in hands and time constraints, 8 of the 30 prompts have been chosen from the lists of previous years to be Legacy prompts, similar to Throwback Thursdays from last year. Next year, we will likely do only original prompts, but we do hope you enjoy our selection! Plain text and flavor text for all prompts is below the cut!

Lights, camera, action! - The spotlight can be its own prison, harder to escape than any other. But who doesn't want to be remembered forever? Chin up, baby! Let's make you a star!

Hunger - A fact of nature. Sometimes predatory, sometimes pleading. Leave it unfulfilled for too long, and you won't survive...

Mistake - Will the wrong choice be your last?

"Is that supposed to happen?" - The curiosity of a naïve victim, or the herald of a professional's bone-chilling error? Either way, I have a feeling I know the answer to their question.

Up close and personal - Nice and intimate. Too intimate, perhaps. Ever heard of personal space?

Not again - Legacy Saturday: You thought it was done, it was over. You survived, you moved on. And yet the horror continues.

"Why won't you stay dead?" - Legacy Sunday: It keeps coming back to this, again and again and again.

Prayer - Sometimes, it's the only thing a person can do. Especially if they'll be on their knees either way.

Masquerade - It could be the name of a fancy ball, but masks are useful for so much more. What lies behind them?

"Leave me alone." - Everybody needs their space.

Blood is thicker than water - And yet, it tastes much worse on your tongue.

Outcast - It's freeing to live outside society's rules, but loneliness is a poison. Careful to walk the tightrope.

The other side - Legacy Saturday: What lies in the mirror, another dimension, even after death?

"I love you" - Legacy Sunday: I do, I do, I do, I do, I do.

Amnesia - Those blank spaces where memories should be leave plenty of room for imagination to run wild.

Guilty pleasures - We all have to indulge ourselves from time to time.

Keep an eye out - Be watchful, be weary, use your sight to avoid the sight of others. Or perhaps you prefer a far more literal meaning.

Heart - It beats and it beats and it beats at its cage.

"Three's a crowd." - One person too many. Will they interrupt the moment, or embrace it?

The more, the merrier - Legacy Saturday: Group work can be fun, I swear.

Taboo - Legacy Sunday: Polite, civilised people don’t do these sorts of things. But some choose not to care.

No place like home - The longing for a time and place, strong enough to make you sick.

Nobody - My god, I'm so lonely, so I open the window to hear sounds of people— ahem. I mean: if you fall in a forest, do you make a sound?

"Till death do us part." - Only one thing can separate us. Between my presence and everything's absence, what will you choose?

Collared and leashed - Heel. Sit. Beg. Roll over. Good pet.

Immaturity - Is it true innocence, or just the illusion of it?

Philia - Legacy Saturday: Got a kink or a paraphilia? Is there never enough content for it? You know what to do.

Disgust - Legacy Sunday: Things that slither and ooze, the constant decay of the earth beneath your feet. The things that make us sick, so we turn our heads and do our best to forget.

False hope - What a unique form of torture, to always be reaching towards something that isn't there, chasing the shadows on the cave walls.

True Freedom - Exactly what it says on the box. Careful how you use it.

[yappin-bout-words]

normal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70392661

woe, drabble and a half of a wincest first kiss, originally written for sintember

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Dean says its normal.

And it is, that’s the worst part.

That no matter how long Sam stays away from Dean, this is normal. It’s their normal. Nothing else could be normal for them.

Even if it’s swapping spit, it’s normal.

He knows it’s not normal for anyone else. He knows he’d be ruined on every level if anyone saw. He knows, he swears he does.

But, fuck, Dean’s pressed chest to chest with him and he’s some scrawny sixteen year old getting one last kiss all over again.

Except this isn’t a last kiss, this is a first kiss. He knows it’s a first kiss because Dean doesn’t back down. He kisses again, pressing Sam further into the upholstery like it’s his job. Ravenous and starved and desperate because it’s been so long.

Sam kisses back, twice as much of the passion he held for others on the motion.

[lefemmerougewriter]

A wild lesbian space archaeologist meets a "liberator" of artifacts... and chaos ensues

Hello everyone! This post, which overrides my previously pinned post, highlights my recent teen and up fic, published today, entitled "Meeting a Fellow Treasurer-Hunter: Aphra's Encounter with Phee, Mayhem, and the Pabu Crisis." It is a short one-shot. Here's the characters featured:

Chelli Lona Aphra

Magna Tolvan

Phee Genoa

CT-9902 | Tech

0-0-0

BT-1

Omega

CT-9901 | Hunter

CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo

CT-9903 | Wrecker

Magna Tolvan

To read the fic, see the link below. I hope you all like it!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Romantic relationships in fic:

Chelli Lona Aphra/Magna Tolvan [Past]

Friendships in fic:

Phee Genoa & CT-9902 | Tech

Phee Genoa & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)

CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-9901 | Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & CT-9902 | Tech & CT-9903 | Wrecker

Here's the summary:

Phee goes to a planet in search of an artifact to complete the museum/archive in Pabu. She soon comes across a woman with questionable morals, along with cutting humor, fast talk, and developed talents. These allow her to reactivate old items, which she either wants to turn into weapons or sell for her own profit. Coming across this woman not only changes Phee's life, but that of all those who live on Pabu, with chaos soon to follow...

Warnings:

Kidnapping

Injection/needles

Violence (from laser bolts)

Some of the key tags include:

Sintember 2025

Crack Crossover

Queer Themes

Treasure Hunting

Pabu Island (Star Wars)

The Archium (Star Wars)

Blasters (Star Wars)

Artifacts

Mentioned Sana Starros

Truth Serum

Galactic Empire (Star Wars)

Star Wars Galactic Empire Era

Interrogation

Robots

Tattoos

Useless Lesbians

Theft

Exes

Disaster Lesbians

LGBTQ Themes

Canon Lesbian Character

Past Relationship(s)

Tricksters

One Shot

Destruction of Kamino

Chaos

Moral Ambiguity

Moral Bankruptcy

Killer Robots

be gay do crime

My author's note:

There's been a *lot* of fics with Phee, but none bring together both of them. I was inspired to write this after seeing the official Star Wars Databank calls Aphra one of the most "daring treasurer hunters" in the galaxy (she is also said to be "endlessly inventive and completely unpredictable...[and a] rogue archaeologist [who] studied at the University of Bar'leth where she received her doctorate under duress” and notes she goes on misadventures, and ends by saying that "despite questionable morals and equally bad judgment, her luck hasn’t run out yet") while saying that Phee is a "treasure hunter and adventure-seeker with an eye for priceless artifacts” who sees herself as a "liberator of ancient wonders rather than a pirate" and is a friend of Omega, and the Bad Batch, even "developing a special affinity for Tech" while becoming a "trusted ally and friend to the squad." I thought about it, and this fic falls into the "Outcast", "Mistake" and "I love you" prompts for @sintember, here, and *possibly* "True Freedom" in some ways.

cc: @sapphicstarwars, @doctor-aphra, @doctorxfeelxgoodx-blog, @doctoraphra22, @doctoraphraa, @doctoraphra22, @starwarslesbiansbracket, @starwarssapphicweek, @queeringstarwars, @queeruscant, @queer-starwars-bracket

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Sin Is In!

Welcome, deviants, freaks, and all manner of artists, to Sintember! For one glorious month, we embrace our darkest, dirtiest, and most dreadful desires, through the marvelous medium of the written word. No topic is too taboo, no fantasy too freaky!

We have 30 prompts, picked for your creative pleasure, lined up for you to let your inspiration go wild with. Throughout Sintember, we will share and spread the work of all our fellow freaks who wish to join in the festivities, to an audience hopefully eager to appreciate this artistry!

Our guidelines are simple, and we even have collections from previous years of sin prepared for your perusal if you find yourself too excited to wait (but don't spoil your appetite yet!)

So, if you have an interest in the insane, the immoral, and the uncensored, please consider joining us, whether through spectation or participation, and spreading the word of this challenge to others!

[sintember]

The Show Will Go On!

Sintember is officially still on for 2025! With censorship on the rise, we felt it was more important than ever to keep an event dedicated to sinfulness and freedom of fiction alive!

Greetings from your new mods, Mod Anxiety ( @anxious-mess19, any neopronouns) and Mod Monstrum ( @monstrousparalysis, it/its). We thank the original mod, ( @sin-weaver), for creating and running an event that's brought us so much joy, and we hope to bring you something just as gloriously indulgent!

We'll be making minor changes in the next few days to update the blog's information, and the prompt list for this year will be out this Friday, August 1st!

So, if you please, come and join us for a month of creativity and immorality: Sintember 2025!

[sintember]

Welcomes deviants and perverts of all kinds, to Sintember 2025!

Today marks the day of our month of sin! So just to remind you, here are the prompts and the guidelines to abide by! From today we look forward to seeing all of your submissions! Just as a reminder, if you miss a day, no worries! Completing all prompts is not mandatory, nor is doing them in order or during a certain timeframe! All submission made through using the #sintember2025 tag, by subbitting or @ us at this blog will be reblogged eagerly.

Happy sinning!

[sintember]

Do the prompts need to be seen from a religious POV since the theme is "sins"?

Hello there!

Religious themes are, of course, welcome, but none of the prompts require any kind of religious imagery, setting or tone. The theme of the blog is more for aesthetic purpose then anything else! We are here to explore and enjoy that which is taboo, and often constructed as sinful.

Thank you for the question, we're eager to see your contributions to the event if you choose to join us!

[losergirlmelody]

Sintember Submission day 18

Sexual Themes: (yes)

Graphic Violence: (yes)

Other Major Taboo Topics: (Death)

Other Content Warnings: (Cannibalism, gore)

Fandom: original content

Pairing(s): Fx(reader)

Prompt - Heart.

Ba-bmp, ba-bmp

On a cold steel table in front of you sits The Heart. Your hands are shaking. Its beat fills the room.

Ba-bmp, ba-bmp

You know what you have to do.

Ba-bmp

You don’t know if you have the strength to do it.

Ba-bmp

It’s her last request. You have to honor it.

Ba-bmp ba-bmp

Don’t you miss her? Don’t you feel empty and alone?

Ba-bmp ba-bmp

You do want her back…right? She loved you. In her twisted and sick way, she loved you.

Ba-bmp ba-bmp

You know that NOW of course. That no matter how the bruises stung, or the scars itched, that she loved you.

Ba-bmp ba-bmp

She hurt you because YOU wanted it. Because YOU needed it. She became a sadistic monster for you. And now, here she is. Alone. Isolated. Reduced to just the core of her being.

Ba-bmp

You have to do it. It’s what she deserves.

Your hands never stop shaking even as they reach for the crimson organ. It’s slimy. Horrid to the touch. Powerful. It beats in your hands as you raise it to your mouth. The first bite is the worst. Your mouth floods with viscera, foul, bitter, disgusting. With tears in your eyes, you hold back your gag and swallow the first bit. It doesn’t get easier. But as you chew, she returns. You feel her presence again, faint, a blanket covering your skin. Another bite. It’s still horrible, but her voice returns to your ears, “good girl.” She says, encouraging you to go on. It’s not easier physically. But she coaxes you through it. You’ll do it, If it’s for her.

When the last piece is consumed, you feel her hand wipe her own blood from your chin. As you look up from your blasphemous act, she returns to you. Your goddess. Seven feet tall, glowing with an unearthly radiance, bare to the world excepting the circlet upon her brow. She praises you, shoving the experience to the back of your mind, for now. You embrace her. Powerful. She fills you with her light and everything is okay again.