#creative bingo

[monsterfucktoberbingo]

Monsterfucktober Bingo 2024

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Happy First Day of Monsterfucktober Bingo 2024! Our Bingo card is finally ready and fully illustrated for all your montsterfucking needs 😄

For those who need the image ID, here are the prompts in order from left to right, top row to bottom row:

Row 1 - Gorgon, Plant Creature, Satyr, Siren, Bunny

Row 2 - Dullahan, Cyborn, Demon, Selkie, Eldritch

Row 3 - Dragon, Symbiote, Free Space, Sphinx, Valkyrie

Row 4 - Gargoyle, Werecreature, Spider, Naga, Vampire

Row 5 - Mothman, Elemental, Tentacles, Mimic, Kaiju

Enjoy and have fun creating all the monster romance stories and art that your heart desires! Make sure to use the tags #monsterfucktober bingo or #monsterfucktoberbingo or tag our blog directly so that we can find your posts! Happy monsterfucking!

[medic-6116]

Here! Have my Shipping Bingo Cards thanks to the amazing @prowlingthunder thank you again thunder <3

[stealingyourbones]

Gonna start making another DPXDC writing challenge where I’ll make a bingo card generation that contains super popular tropes in the fandom.

The goal is to not write said tropes. Bingo of tropes to avoid and even more of a bonus if you do a blackout board on the tropes you didn’t do.

Reply with the most common DPxDC tropes ya can think of so I can add them to the Blackout Bingo List :)

[jasico-challenges]

Have you ever heard of Jasico Challenges?

We're a blog that host creative challenges open to all kinds of media and ages. The theme of our events is Jasico, the romantic pairing between Jason Grace and Nico di Angelo on the Riordanverse.

We've had prompt weeks, a gift exchange and a bingo challenge and have plans for future events! We want to continue providing you with these amazing events that spread the Jasico love, but we need people!

Share this post to get the word out to Jasico creators who still don't know about us, and while you're at it, fill out our Interest Form, in which you can inform me about your participation this semester so I feel like we're ready for another event and suggest new challenge ideas.

I'll be so happy if you contribute, I really want to host another Jasico event, but I need some kind of support from the participants, after all, I'm doing all of this for you guys! Love you all! ♥♥♥

[fairytalebingo]

Sign Ups Closed

General Rules

You are free to interpret your prompts however you want. I won’t be hunting anyone down to say they did a prompt wrong. That’s not my style. I want to see what your prompt inspired, so feel free to do what you will with your prompt.

You can combine multiple prompts into one work, just be sure to note that.

You can combine this event with other events, if that is allowed in the other event’s rules.

Each work submitted should be new. It can be apart of a series as a standalone or a chapter in a multi-chapter fic.

There is no minimum or maximum word count.

Prompt fills do not have to be just fics, they can moodboards, art, fanfiction, original work, poems, etc. Whatever you want to do for the prompt fill, go for it.

This is going to be a one time event (as of right now, this might change in the future). Sign ups will be open until August 1st, as I haven’t ever run or hosted a bingo event before, please give me up to a week to get your card to you. I’ll try to have a queue list available for you all to keep track.

There is no deadline for this event, even though sign ups were for two weeks. If it takes you three years to finish your card, it takes you three years.

You get to decide how you win this bingo. Whether that’s a black out, writing for only one square, etc. it is up to you on when you’re done.

This bingo round is offering cards in 1x5 or 3x3. A maximum of two cards, per person.

Tag everything appropriately such as rating, content warnings, or trigger warnings.

All work must be your own creation. No plagiarism. No AI-generated work.

This event is open to all ages.

When submitting your card for a reblog, please include the rating, content warnings, and trigger warnings. Also tag @fairytalebingo and use #fairytalebingo or #FTB

Sign Up Here

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@thebigbangblogproject

[selemina]

He's about to board his opponent for a heart to heart, litterally!

We love a Gildedguy that does not fuck around! :D

[jacklesversebingo]

Photo Sources (X, X)

We in the JAcklesverse are somewhat obsessed with Jensen and the characters he portrays, and we are not sorry about it.

If you, too, are obsessed with Mr. Ackles, treat yourself by visiting the @jacklesversebingo blog.

The very talented creatives who joined the bingo have created over one hundred fan works! Do you enjoy angst, fluff, smut, crack, or a combination of everything? It's all located in one place for your convenience.

Show these fantastic authors and creators some love by commenting and reblogging their work. Be sure to check out their blogs, too, for additional masterpieces.

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone \ @alternativeprincess94 \ @deadlydivergentgirl \ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior \ @deanbrainrotwritings

@deaneverafterstories \ @deanwanddamons \ @enigmalynne \ @foxyjwls007 \ @holylulusworld

@impala-dreamer \ @impalaimagining \ @jensengirl83 \ @julesthequirky \ @justagirlinafandomworld

@k-slla \ @kazsrm67 \ @kickingitwithkirk \ @melbelle45 \ @minefield-of-a-ninja

@nescaveckwriter \ @pink-sparkly-witch \ @princessmisery666-library \ @sam-is-my-safe-word \ @smellingofpoetry

@somthing-blue \ @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes \ @spnexploration \ @talltalesandbedtimestories \ @torn-and-frayed

@wayward-dreamer \ @winchester-girl67 \ @winchester19-67

[chrysochroma]

within your walls (desire, desire, till there’s nothing left of me)

@febuwhump 2024: Day 2: solitary confinement

@badthingshappenbingo : locked in a freezer (card is at the end)

Rating: Teen And Up

Words: 2,367

Fandom: Hermitcraft

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, Human Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Temporary Character Death

Read on Ao3

the title is from Strangler Fig by the Crane Wives

this is inspired by @aquaquadrant and @lunarcrown ‘s Hels to Pay AU and From Eden by aquaquadrant.

i highly suggest you read that first bc it is both amazing and the context is helpful

this is the link to aquaquadrant’s From Eden master post

this is also inspired by this piece of art by lunarcrown

as well as lunarcrown’s orginal comic

anyways, enjoy some pain and suffering :)

Deep inside the Hels Tek facility, Tango stood, claws dripping with redstone dust, in front of a grid of circuitry.

The machine Dr. Atlas had sent him to repair wasn’t too complicated, in fact it wasn’t much of a challenge at all. It was just as simple as replacing a few components with the ones the circuit required and drawing a few more lines of redstone dust. The mechanism felt reminiscent of a puzzle you might give a toddler—Tango felt that all he was doing was placing the different shaped blocks in their corresponding holes—but he figured that it was just a test to see what he knows, which didn’t surprise him. This was like his entrance exam before being hired to work at Hels, he supposed. It explained why Dr. Atlas always seemed to be just a few feet away, no matter where they were. Tango hoped that that was a good sign.

A voice came from behind him. “Very nice.”

Tango jumped and spun around to come face to face with Dr. Atlas. “Oh! Doctor, didn’t see ya there. I finished fixing this thing for you,” He gestured at the contraption behind him.

Atlas took his eyes off Tango and studied his repair job instead, as Tango continued to talk.

“It wasn’t too hard, a few things were in the wrong places but that’s pretty much it.” He turned around to look back at his work.

“I see,” Atlas responded, somewhat distracted. His eyes had locked back onto the swirling crown of blaze rods floating above Tango’s head, and he reached into his lab coat.

“So, do you have anything else for me to do?” Tango fiddled with a spare comparator as he spoke.

Atlas stepped closer. “I think that you’ll be very beneficial to us here at Hels Tek.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Dr. Atlas.” Tango spoke, still focused on his redstone.

“So am I.”

Tango felt a sharp prick on his neck, and before he could turn to see what it was from, his legs gave out from under him and his vision went black.

A numbing chill spread through Tango’s bones as his eyes slowly opened. His mind was racing but his breathing was sluggish, muscles slowed by the cold. His senses seemed dulled—whether it was because of whatever knocked him unconscious or yet another effect of the raw, sharp iciness he was surrounded by, Tango didn’t know.

He was laying on the floor, staring up at a plain, white ceiling, dotted with glowstone lamps. They cast a warm yellow over the room, providing Tango with a false sense of warmth that he wished was real. He started to sit up, then immediately noticed an unfamiliar weight on his wrists and neck. The deep jangle of chains being dragged along the floor pulled him even further out of unconsciousness.

“Good morning, Mr. Tango.”

Tango’s eyes snapped up to see Dr. Atlas writing something into a small notebook. The pair made eye contact through the wall of glass separating them, and Atlas smiled. Tango tried to push himself up onto his feet, his arms trembling, but nearly fell onto his face instead. (He glanced up to see Atlas watching him fail to adjust to his lack of energy, then write something down.) His arms, his legs, his brain all seemed to betray him as he struggled to stand, but finally, he forced himself to do so. The heavy iron chains that connected to his collar and shackles and kept him tethered to the ground seemed to drag him back down, but he stood and looked Atlas in the eye.

“Hey, Atlas.” He called out. “What is this?” His voice was filled with confusion and frustration, but overall much less fear than there should’ve been.

“Your new assignment,” Atlas responded.

“Uh, no, thanks. What even-“ He looked around for a second, cutting himself off as he stared into the solid white room beyond the glass box he was trapped in. “What is this?” He repeated.

Atlas snapped his notebook shut and tucked it into one of the pockets of his lab coat. “Like I said, your new assignment, where you will be staying. Indefinitely.”

Tango frowned. “Yeah, no, let me out.” He looked down at the new jumpsuit he was wearing. “And where are my clothes?”

Atlas didn’t respond.

“Hey!” Tango raised his voice. “Let me out of-“ He stepped forward and the chain attached to his collar pulled taut, momentarily choking him. Hurriedly, he stepped back, coughing.

Dr. Atlas stepped up to the glass door, then punched a code into the keypad mounted on the wall next to it. The door opened with a click and Atlas stepped inside, followed by two other Hels Tek employees, who moved to stand on either side of him. Tango’s eyes flitted around the room, trying to keep track of all three at once. Then, Atlas nodded, and the other scientists stepped up, each grabbing one of Tango’s arms. Tango’s muscles tensed up—at least as much as they could—and he pulled against the scientists restraining him. Still, they held him fast, not much effort required.

Atlas stepped forward, reached up, grabbed one of Tango’s blaze rods, and yanked. The blaze rod sizzled, leaving a trail of sparks behind it, but it came loose from Tango’s crown and smoldered in Atlas’s hand. He brought it up to eye level to inspect it—golden, shining, smoking, and most of all, valuable.

Tango gasped in pain, but quickly regained his composure and continued to pull away from the scientists, while glaring at Atlas.

“Hey! Stop it! You can’t do that!”

Dr. Atlas tucked Tango’s blaze rod into his lab coat, then looked back at Tango. “Yes I can.”

The two scientists pushed Tango down, forcing him to his knees. He pulled against their grip with all his strength, but couldn’t do anything to stop them as they pushed him closer and closer to the ground, until he was on his stomach, his face pressed up against the concrete. One of them pinned his wrists behind his back, and the other held his neck against the ground until they had him under their control.

“Guys, hey-!” Tango protested.

Atlas leaned down, fixated on Tango’s swirling crown, then plucked each of the blaze rods out of orbit, one by one. Tango felt each and every one of them leave their place, their absence feeling like a pit in his heart.

“C’mon, not another one,” Tango pleaded. Dr. Atlas ignored him.

In the absence of any blaze rods, sparks fizzled up around Tango’s head, but no new ones formed.

Atlas frowned. “Hm. That’s a shame.”

“Atlas, stop this! Just- c’mon-“

One of the scientists forced his head back to the ground, slamming it into the concrete. Tango gasped at the impact. Then, from the sparks, a new blaze rod flared into existence. Atlas smiled.

“You know,” He looked Tango in the eye. “You and I are going to do great things together, Mr. Tango.”

“Atlas! St-“ he cut himself off with a wince as Atlas stole his final remaining blaze rod.

Still smiling, Atlas stood and walked out of the room, the other two following him out. The door slammed shut behind them, pushing another wave of ice cold air over Tango.

Slowly, he sat up, aching and fatigued, shivering. Then he tucked himself into a ball, too tired to fight back. He closed his eyes.

All of Tango’s days seemed to blend together, forming one painful, seemingly endless existence. Except it wasn’t really endless—Tango had died almost too many times to count over that long expanse of time. Almost.

Minuscule thorns like hypodermic needles jabbed into his skin from all angles. They seemed to suck the blood out of him, slowly and steadily, until there was none left. The branches wrapped around his arms and legs bore scarlet red berries, and the droplets of Tango’s blood scattered over the leaves and floor looked just like minuscule versions of them. They brought a constant, throbbing, piercing pain that Tango could never take his mind off of, at least until-

But that was too slow.

Deep red mist seemed to linger in the air, clouding Tango’s vision and filling his lungs. It burned his eyes and throat, adding to the pain swirling around his body. Each time a bottle dropped, he felt as if a portion of his soul was ripped away, claimed by the burgundy flecks that seemed to glimmer in and out of existence. He lost more and more of himself, never given a chance to recover, until-

<Tango was killed by magic>

But that was too effective.

Steam swirled up from the ground, enveloping him in a cloud of warmth. The red-hot, glowing coals were almost comfortable under his feet. The heat was scalding, yet familiar, and almost sympathetic. Tango was hardly surprised when the first sharp sting across his face came. The Doctors needed to have their fun, after all. So, he stood in the welcoming embrace of liquid hellfire and heard his bones snap, and break, and shatter, until-

<Tango walked into danger zone due to AtlasSyn>

But (as much as it was fun) that was too inefficient.

A cold, slippery nothing filled Tango’s throat, invading his lungs and emptying his mind of anything except panic. It was too thin, too slick to get a hold onto as it dissolved into his core, turning his embers into nothing but smoke. It filled him with terror like nothing else ever could. He was surrounded by it, and helpless to do anything to stop it from ripping away his life, his soul, his fire, until-

<Tango drowned>

But that harmed the product.

A prickling, unnatural chill crept over Tango’s bones. It seeped into his skin like salt dissolving into water—slow and gradual, yet present all the time. It seemed to touch each and every one of his nerves, somehow lighting them on fire and enveloping them in numbness at the same time. It sent a shiver down his spine so curious it almost could’ve tickled if it didn’t hurt so much. It ate away at him, bit by bit, until-

<Tango withered away>

It was perfect—slow, constant, enveloping, (painful,) impeccable. And so the experiments began.

Tango sat, unmoving, just like they told him to. He held still, just like they said, as rows of thorns were stabbed into his arms. Both of his arms were completely numb, yet seemed to be flickering with pinpricks of pain. Dr. Atlas himself was there to pluck the blaze rods from his crown, tucking each one into his coat as if he meant to protect them with his life. It was a constant cycle: Dr. Atlas would take a blaze rod from him, another thorn would be stabbed into his arm, and another blaze rod would appear, ready to be stolen once more.

There had once been a bouquet of wither roses in front of him. They were enchanting, almost would’ve been beautiful, if he hadn’t known what it was like to feel their wrath. Now, there was a pile of deep purple, almost black rose buds lying discarded on a table off to the side (they only needed the thorns).

As a scientist moved to place another bud in the pile, a clump of black, dusty pollen tumbled out of the flower and onto Tango’s arm. Almost immediately, it melted into Tango’s skin, turning the surrounding area a bit gray.

Dr. Atlas’s eyes instantly locked onto the still slightly gray spot. He pointed to the scientist holding the rose bud. “Bring that over here.”

They complied, and Dr. Atlas stuck his finger into the center of the rose, then pulled it out. Black dust coated the tip of his gloved finger, sticking to it like glitter. He turned back to Tango, then smeared the pollen across his forearm. Just as quickly as before, it absorbed into Tango’s flesh, this time leaving faint traces of black veins underneath his skin.

A newfound sense of pain rushed through Tango’s arm, pumping through his bloodstream. The sparks above his head flared, and a blaze rod shimmered into existence, taking its place in his crown. Dr. Atlas reached up a hand, then plucked it, a faint smile on his face.

The pollen was better, they’d found. It was more potent, more harmful, more efficient. The once discarded rose buds had suddenly become a treasure trove for the scientists, and Dr. Atlas couldn’t have been more pleased. And so the testing began.

Test #1: Tears welled up in Tango’s eyes as the now familiar prickling numbness drove him further to insanity. That black dust coated his throat and lungs, making him cough. A couple tears rolled down his cheeks as he felt one of his blaze rods get ripped away from him.

Test #60: Slowly but surely, they were tearing him apart. He felt like, as each blaze rod was stolen from him, a part of his fire went along with. His soul was being taken and sold to the masses for nothing but a bit of profit.

Test #157: Tango longed for the sliding metal doors to his blank white room to open. Even when they were there to refill the respawn anchor, trapping him here. Even when they came to empty the hoppers of his blaze rods, using him for their gain. Even when they came to chop off his claws, preventing any resistance. Because it was better than nothing, right?

Test #326: For Tango, crying was a constant. He took some comfort in it—among all of the deaths, all the malfunctions, through the never-ending blanket of prickling numbness, at least he had this. It was enough.

It wasn’t too much of a change for Tango when Dr. Atlas and the others came to move him into his new home. Just one torture chamber in a blank room to another. He could barely even notice a difference (maybe he didn’t care to).

Dr. Atlas smiled at him through the glass. “Welcome to your new home, Tango Tek.”

[million-golden-drachmas]

𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖡𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 by @percy-and-rachel-events (late entry)🔸 "She looked like a million golden drachmas"

Remember when Percy surprisingly memorized Rachel’s phone number? Let's just say that he was also surprised when he caught himself replaying the view when Rachel looked like a million golden drachmas in his head. 

We arranged a meeting in Times Square. We found Rachel Elizabeth Dare in front of the Marriott Marquis, and she was completely painted gold. I mean, her face, her hair, her clothes—everything. She looked like she’d been touched by King Midas.

- Percy Jackson and The Olympians, The Battle of the Labyrinth

Percy sometimes came to the front of Marriot Marquis to see Rachel, painted gold, standing still like a statue as a form of art, and collecting donations at the same time. He remembered the first time he saw her in such a state, he thought it was weird to see her in gold, she looked like a statue of a famous person or an actress. 

Then in the next summer, Rachel and Percy drove around the stretch of beach on the South Shore. On a such hot August day, Rachel wore a white blouse over her swimsuit and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. Percy had never seen her like that and he just spontaneously thought that she looked like a million golden drachmas…

Maybe he told himself it was weird to see Rachel in gold for the first time, but perhaps unconsciously he was impressed. It must’ve been so remarkable that he instantly thought of her looking like a million golden drachmas when he saw her being pretty.

[swampstew]

Kintober 2022 Masterlist

The official 2022 Kintober Masterlist - all very Spicy.

Day 1 - Eustass Kid - Somnophilia

Day 3 - Crocodile - Breeding

Day 4 - Pinups - multiple characters, pin up photo model hcs

Day 5 - Worst Generation mix up - Sex Pollen

Day 6 - Trafalgar Law - Masturbation

Day 7 - Spicy Toys - multiple characters, sex toys hcs

Day 8 - Eustass Kid - Creampie

Day 10 - Team up pairings - Double Penetration partnerships hcs

Day 11 - Killer - Praising

Day 12 - Zoro | Law - Soft sex hc

Day 13 - Smoker - Size Kink

Day 14 - Doflamingo - Humiliation

Day 15 - Eustass Kid - repost of The Heist, voyuerism

Day 17 - Feet hcs - multiple characters, foot fetish hcs

Day 18 - Pet play - multiple characters, pet play kink hcs

Day 19 - Zoro, Killer, Sanji, Kid - sensory deprivation hcs

Day 20 - Charlotte Brothers: Katakuri, Cracker and Snack - threesome scenario

Day 21 - Portgas D. Ace - Cockwarming

Day 22 - Eustass Kid - edging

Day 24 - Charlotte Katakuri - prostitution

Day 25 - Tie em up - multiple characters, bondage play hcs

Day 29 - Eustass Kid - costume contest scenario, soft and rough Captain

Day 31 - Raven's Halloween Party - halloween party orgy ft. Eustass Kid, Killer, Charlotte Katakuri, Izou, and Rob Lucci

[s1nfu7h0r53f7y]

It should be noted that the majority of the time I say “hear me out”, the context is going to be about a creative idea that I think might quantify as either niche, silly, or otherwise unlikely/unusual, rather than an odd choice of fictional partner. With that clarification, hear me out: Alastor being forced to face immense humiliation by doing a variation of Vegeta’s “Fun Time Bingo” song and dance number (why do I feel Lulu would do it unironically just for fun?)

[prowlingthunder]

So I went a bit stab-happy with requests for myself. ;) It's hard to choose.

The fun part is that you can put in your own characters for the bingo! My OCs on these cards is Eurynome, Sixth Brother, Hell, and Aunsia.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

New Writeblr Bingo game alert!

Here's my answers:

And I'm tagging: @deckofaces @creweemmaeec11 @rainy-knights-of-villany @quillonmain @dmitrinfinite @laffy-taffy-creations @stillnotserious @surplus-of-sarcasm @whumpasaurus101 and anyone else who wants to play!

[ratinavan]

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO

I finally got my BTH card and now I wanna make it EVERYONES problem

These will be primarily Sherlock themed, but I may sprinkle in some other fandoms depending on my mood

Send me an Ask with a prompt you'd like to see first and I'll get to it!!!

[jasico-challenges]

Are we going to have a holiday event maybe? 🥰

If there is enough people interested, than yes!

Unfortunately not as many people participated in the last event so that made me a bit unsure whether to do another challenge or not.

I do have ideas, I just need to know if there’s gonna be enough participants.

Everyone, answer to this form to let me know if you think you'd participate in another one of our challenges this semester and/or to offer suggestions for future ones.

-Kauf

[davycoquette]

OC Felony Tag Game

Thank you so much for tagging me, @sableglass! I'm excited about this'n. 🤠 I'll be doing it for Ruck, Shiloh, and Suarez.

The only bingo belongs to Shiloh! So close, Ruck. Suarez just doin' what comes natural; he's a cyberpunk character.

OPEN TAG for whoever would enjoy this fun lil' bingo game! Feel free to tag me so I can come take a gander. The blank version is under the cut!

And my tagging memes taglist, ofc! I know some of y'all have done this one already, but here's an excuse to do it for more characters if you'd like. <3

@albatris

@capnmachete

@harmonic-melodii

@illarian-rambling

@michellekarnold

@nathaniel-zellos

@saturnine-saturneight