#prompt 20: poems

[couchie]

Prompt 20: I don’t know if you or I exist, but somewhere there are poems about us.

for this prompt, i want to go with a poem of ours. they are a recent addition and are learning how to write poems from another headmate, and wrote their first poem about what they thought about plurality. which, as a concept, is way too fitting for this prompt i think, despite having been written before we saw the prompt

prompt by @starlightprompts

[ID/Text: i share my body with another

i share my body with another

it doesn't belong to me

i glance at my hands in wonder

sometimes it doesn't even look real to me

i share my body with another

though, i don't complain

we like each other

what more could i need?

i share my body with another

every thought, every emotion is like a radio broadcast to tune in to

it's okay. it's not like i have anything to hide from the other

so i try to keep the peace

i share my body with another

it's more intimate than you would think

we blend sometimes. we affect each other

my sense of "self" is having a hard time surviving

i share my body with another

i have to be content with stolen hours and leftover energy

this life isn't mine, it is ours

joint effort and collective synergy

a mishmash elegy

/End ID/text]

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO25 #12: THE OPENING OF THE MOUTH

[poemsonmars]

one night when

i was a little kid,

i was sitting outside

and a moth flew full speed

straight into my forehead

and died on impact;

which in retrospect is

one of the funniest things

that has ever happened to me,

but at the time it was horrible.

i remember crying when

its corpse fell into my lap.

death has been following me

and trying to get into my head

since i was very young.

-mars

[heulwenflower]

19.formative

I'm in my formative years

And it's funny

Because every 40 something

Looks back on there's fondly

But I'm in the thick of it

And it sucks

I've got 40 year old weights

And 20 year old sholders

Any glow or gleam

Is overshadowed

By pain and loss

I think mine will be a grief

Of the youth I lost

Both past and present

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

[gtunesmiff]

2024 APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 20 ~ UNCLE BENNY AND THE BEAR

UNCLE BENNY AND THE BEAR © 2024 G. Smith (BMI) ================== Picking on the back porch one Easter afternoon, Singing Resurrection hymns and good old gospel tunes. We took a break to tune up, and the way they always do, My bride’s daddy’s brothers started telling a tale or two.

Barry told a story ‘bout a beat up Shiv-o-lay, His dad nursed to work and back nearly every other day. Melvin spun a yarn about the step side pick-up truck, With a milk crate for a driver’s seat, that ran on prayer and luck.

All of us were laughing hard as coffee made the rounds; But the story Benny stared had us rolling on the ground. “Remember when that circus train got sidetracked up in town?” And he went on to tell about the elephants and clowns,

The man on the flying trapeze, and the lions and tigers and horses, The jugglers and high wire walkers, and the painted lady, of course. “C’mon now, Benny, get to the point. Your tellin’s gone to ramblin’.” With a twinkle in his eye, he kept on going without scurrying or scrambling.

“What I remember most of all, if you knot-heads will be quiet, “Was when the bear broke from his collar and nearly started a riot. “Remember that ol' trainer standing in the middle of Main, “Watching that rascal run away down Broad Street from the train?

“Why I can still hear Mama yelling over all the noise, “’Sam, you better get to roundin’ up our boys!’ “Well, Paw got all y’all, you know, except for lil’ ol’ me, “And I don’t guess I was much older than maybe two or three.

“But I remember clearly that I was quite surprised, “When that big ol’ bear stopped right there, and looked me in the eyes.” This is where Benny’s story telling takes on a little flair, And almost makes you think it’s true, that you are really there.

“Yeah, that furry beast looked down at me, I just looked right back, “Both of us just waiting to see which one would be attacked.” Benny had us where he wanted us, and paused for great effect, And not a single word was heard, the sign of true respect.

“That bear began to lick its chops, then stopped, and started howlin’ “’Cause he saw there behind me Mama staring back and growlin.’ “Well, that ol’ bear turned tail and ran, straight back to his trainer, “He knew gettin’ between Mama and me was mother-n-cub no brainer.”

No one on the porch could top that yarn, and no one tried, We’d laughed so long and hard that all of us had nearly cried. These family get-togethers would be too often under-praised, If not for all the stories and the memories they raised

If not for all the stories and the memories they raised.

===== Write a poem using at least three of the following six words: ◾ Bear ◾ Collar ◾ Flair ◾ Hear ◾ Praise ◾ Ramble …or for extra credit, use all six words.

[lvminisciel]

why's writing long ass fic so hard

how r ppl able to do it what is ur secret do u offer ur soul to the devil?? eat healthily or on a strict vegan food?? do u need to vandalize local neighborhood or get caught by a police or simply jst go to the gym thrice a week or-

[frostedfragments]

20 & zayne! i need domestic zayne so bad

zayne x reader

20. sleepy domestic sex

cw: somnophilia note: never written somnophilia before so hopefully i've done an okay job for those who enjoy that kinda thing! listened to zayne's "silent poem" audio again last night and the beginning of that definitely gave me the vibe that this is smth zayne would lowkey be into...

send a lads guy and a prompt!

Zayne can't resist when you're like this; sprawled half-naked in his bed, hair fanning over his pillows, t-shirt riding up just enough to show the underside of your breast. He aches to sink his teeth into the skin there.

When he first brought up his little fantasy to you, he had worried you would run for the hills. After all, it took him a while to reconcile with the idea himself - worried about the grey area surrounding your consent, worried that you would want him to stop and be unsure how to tell him. But, after a long discussion, the two of you came to the understanding that you liked the idea.

It didn't take long for Zayne to propose testing the theory, and he was relieved at your enthusiastic response.

Though he'd never admit it to anyone but you, it's one of his favourite ways to pleasure you. He enjoys waking you up with his mouth, or his fingers, teasing you until you're stuck between dreaming and reality, moaning his name. He gets off on you being here, waiting for him, willing and ready for him to have his wicked way with you, for you to wake up coming around his fingers.

He watches you now, dreaming, snoring softly against his pillow. It's still dark out, nowhere near morning yet, but he's well aware that the two of you have the day off work tomorrow. Zayne can't deny the low tug in his gut, the thickening of his cock already in his briefs as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your stomach and hips bare. The sheet prevents him seeing any further, but he knows you're bare for him under there too - he left you that way last night. The two of you had been too exhausted to even leave the bed afterwards, falling asleep in each others arms.

It's only been a few hours and already Zayne wants you again. He's addicted to you.

He moves gently, not wanting to jostle you from sleep just yet. Lifting the sheet just so he can slip underneath, nudging himself between your thighs. The scent of you welcomes him, the heady aroma of sweat and sex still lingering from your earlier activities. Moving in closer, he places his hands on your thighs, grinning when they twitch in your slumber. When he's sure you're still asleep, he licks his way up the seam of your cunt, tasting himself there still as well as you. His cock twitches against the mattress, and he just barely stops himself from grinding himself against it.

He wants to save himself for you, wants to lose himself between your thighs again and again, as many times as you'll allow before the sun rises. Zayne's tongue licks a slow path up the centre of you again, pausing at the top where he laps gently at your clit. It doesn't take long for you to respond; your legs shifting on either side of his shoulders, hips twitching to greet his waiting mouth. He can just barely hear your soft sleepy sighs as he kisses your cunt slowly, sloppily, just the way you like it. He groans into your wet flesh, savouring the taste of you.

Sometimes Zayne sees it as a challenge, to see if he can get you to come before you wake up properly. He likes the way you moan his name when you're sleeping, like you can do so with abandon and without the fear of being embarrassed. His hands cradle your hips now, lifting them just enough so he can angle you exactly right, to lap at you greedily like a starved man.

You're fidgeting now, breathing harshly into the quiet darkness of the bedroom. He can hear your muffled whimpers from his place under the sheets and he supresses a smile, relishing in it, only wishing that he could see you. But it's much more fun when he hides under the sheet like this, enjoying the thrill that courses through him, the idea that he is doing something wicked without you knowing.

He doesn't have long, he thinks as he rubs his tongue against the underside of your clit. Soon you'll wake up, and if he can, he really wants to get you to come before then. He lets one of his hands leave where it had moved to your lower tummy, pressing a finger into your wet heat and groaning at the clench you welcome him with. You gasp, still not quite awake yet, and Zayne enters another digit, fucking them both into you as your juices gather on his finger, slick and sweet.

You come blissfully, beautifully, on the fourth thrust of his fingers, spasming wildly around him. Zayne slowly fucks you through it, kissing softly at your clit as you tremble with the aftershocks. When he feels your hand rest on the crown of his head through the blanket, he knows you're awake now. He crawls his way up your body, ducking from under the sheets to be greeted with your sleepy smile, bright even in the dark.

"Good morning," You say, throat scratchy from sleep.

"Not quite morning yet," Zayne murmurs, lowering his head to your neck, suckling on the skin there and moaning softly when you arch against him, "we still have plenty of time,"

You hum softly, and for a moment Zayne wonders if you've fallen back to sleep. When you tug at the neck of his t-shirt, however, he is relieved. He obliges your silent request, gripping the back of the shirt and tugging it over his head, kneeling over you and feeling quite lucky indeed to see you suddenly naked under him, your shirt abandoned on his side of the bed.

Your hands are greedy in their perusal of his torso, smoothing over the planes of his stomach as if you've never seen him like this before. It makes his cheeks grow a little warm, that you still react like this even after so long. Soon, you're pulling at his briefs, other palm stroking at his forgotten erection through the thin material.

"Didn't have enough earlier?" You ask with a wry smirk, lifting up on your elbows to watch Zayne, somewhat ungracefully, divest himself of his underwear.

When he's back over you, you're both wonderfully bare, skin on skin. Zayne doesn't think he will ever get used to it.

"I'll never get enough," He says simply, suckling on your lower lip in a long kiss, "I could have you every hour of every day and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me,"

Your hands thread in his hair, smooth down his back all while your thighs brush impatiently against his hips, "Glad we agree on something,"

His cock brushes your pussy, still wet and swollen from his mouth, and he shivers a little. It doesn't take much for him to forgo taking you slowly, romantically. Instead he rears back, flipping you over until you're on your knees in front of him, elbows caging your pillow as you lay your head on it to peer back at him with a smile. He intends to change that expression - he loves you smiling, but he also loves to see you fucked-out, eyes rolling back, mouth open. His cock throbs at the mental image, and it has him fisting his length, pushing his way into you with a hiss as you welcome him, hot and soaked.

You fall face-first into your pillow on that first thrust, hands gripping the sheets. Zayne isn't interested in working you in slow - he needs to feel you hugging his cock as you come messily around it. So, he fucks into you in quick, hard slaps of his hips, the headboard above you beginning to softly thud against the wall with his movements. You arch your back deliciously, allowing him to hit even deeper spots inside you.

"Oh, yes, yes - yesyesyes -" You're a mess already, moaning wantonly into the pillow, though Zayne soon puts a stop to that. He wants to hear you, after all. His hand reaches forward, threading through your hair to pull you up. When your back meets his front, cock rubbing snugly against that sweet spot inside you, he can feel your entire body shaking. He feels an insatiable need to map your entire body with his palms, cupping your breasts, smoothing over your stomach, slipping between your spread thighs to play with your clit. It all sends a wave of pleasure cashing into you, your head falling back against his shoulder as you climax loudly, wetly all over his cock.

It send's Zayne's head into a tailspin, his hips already chasing your own in a jagged pattern, "Beautiful, so- gorgeous. I love when you c-come like that for me, my love," he can barely get the words out, teeth clenched tight as he pushes you back down. Needing the leverage of tugging your hips back into him in a few hard thrusts so he can fill you up perfectly.

And he does, coming hard inside the still spasming walls of your cunt. You clench a couple times, rendering him speechless as he grips your hip tighter in warning. When he feels that his soul has returned to his body, he pulls out of you slowly, reaching over to the bed to grab the towel from earlier to clean you both up.

Once he's done, he flops back down onto the bed, welcoming you into his arms. He rests his chin on top of your head, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones just as the light in the room begins to change from a deep indigo to a pale blue.

[fluffbruary]

It's Time for FLUFFBRUARY!

Well, would you look at that? February is rolling around *again* and that means it's time for MOAR FLUFF! We've put together a new prompt list of words and images to spark your imagination. Each day there are 3 word prompts, and every other day there is also a photo prompt. Pick any or all of them as inspiration for your fluffy fanwork —fic or art or moodboard or poem or whatever strikes your fancy. There are also a handful of alternate prompts at the bottom of the list if none of the day’s prompts work for you. 

Whether you do some of the prompts, all of them, or just one you'll be doing the world a service by increasing the global fluff quotient. 

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations–and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

February 1 : dark | defend | wander February 2 : ocean | jest | patience

The rest of the list is under a cut - image prompts every other day make for a lengthy post!

February 3 : uncertainty | myth | pause February 4 : green | grey | chess

February 5 : anticipation | nonsense | mail February 6 : declaration | gregarious | duet

February 7 : hand | curls | pattern February 8 : train | zenith | road

February 9 : accept | icy | ornament February 10 : coat | grimace | paper

February 11 : bench | cottage | tough February 12 : backwards | feign | recognize

February 13 : jealous | rose | narrow February 14 : voice | swim | quaint

February 15 : kettle | wonder | twist February 16 : aquamarine | impress | interlude

February 17 : yearn | salty | reality February 18 : tree | magnetic | trick

February 19 : dramatic | small | orange February 20 : cafe | linger | year

February 21 : anxious | help | zephyr February 22 : bullet | loyalty | unique

February 23 : attraction | mutter | opera February 24 : wine | note | lapels

February 25 : thirsty | swell | question February 26 : book | ivory | shelter

February 27 : kitchen | bell | sun February 28 : clean | galaxy | keep

alternate prompts : requiem | culture | chorus | knit | wait

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

11 and 20 of the drunken love confessions for Joel, of course!!!! It can be in two separate fics or both in the same one, it's up to you!! Congrats on the 800 followers!!

Drunken Love Confessions prompts l Joel Miller

11. "You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you."

20. "You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? Maybe you're just a dream."

~~~~~~~~

a/n: My dear, it is an honor to be able to write something for you. love you so much!

warnings: alcohol, some swearing, mentioning sex and pussy

~~~~~~~~

When Tommy called you, you had a hard time understanding what he was saying. He was already pretty tipsy, he woke you up in the middle of the night and wanted you to show up on the other side of town.

God only knew you had a feeling it would end like this. Joel and Tommy had just finished a big renovation project and it was their time to celebrate. They had arranged to meet up for a beer with a few other employees, but the party had dragged on until...

"Fuck! It's two in the morning." You groaned, and Tommy laughed on the other end "You can't be serious!"

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice in the background "Is that my lady? Tommy, is that her? Tell her...tell her..."

"I'll be there in 15." You mumbled and hung up.

Reluctantly, you got out of bed and pulled on the first sweatshirt you came across, you knew from the smell of cologne that it belonged to Joel, you pulled on your sneakers and headed for the car. The roads were empty and you were grateful for that because you didn't feel like scaring people with your appearance.

When you stopped in front of the bar Tommy had mentioned, you called him and a moment later you saw him leading your drunk man away.

"My lady!" Joel's face lit up at the sight of you. "I'm so glad to see you!"

"You're drunk." you stated as Tommy managed to get him into the car.

"Yes. And hopelessly in love with you." he replied with a blissful expression, and you rolled your eyes. "Tommy, do you need a ride? Now that I'm here..."

"No thanks. I'll be here for a while." he buckled Joel's seatbelt and patted his shoulder. "Have a nice evening, brother."

He slammed the door and you drove off. You hadn't even reached the first intersection when you felt Joel staring at you. You glanced sideways, frowning slightly.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked and quickly glanced in the mirror.

But he just sighed deeply. "God, you're so beautiful, baby girl. So fucking beautiful."

Did you know it would end like this? It would be a lie if you denied it. Every time Joel drank too much, his romantic version would turn on. That's when you heard poems and sonnets praising your beauty, intelligence, your body, and at the very end, admiration for how tight your pussy was and how he loved making love to you. The more alcohol, the more creative Joel was.

"Let's just get home. You need to lie down." You announced, and he nodded obediently.

"As you wish, my lady." He said and unexpectedly grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it. "You're an angel. My sexy, tempting..."

"Joel!"

"I'm quiet now."

By the time you pulled the car into the driveway, he was already asleep. Soft snoring filled the car as soon as you turned off the engine. For a moment, you wanted to leave him in the car, but you took pity on Joel and soon managed to lead him to the front door of the house.

On the way up the stairs you both almost fell, and he started unbuttoning his pants on the first floor. Finally you put him in bed and wrapped him in the blanket. You undressed, threw the sweatshirt on the pile of laundry and climbed into bed yourself, hoping that as soon as Joel put his head on the pillow he would fall asleep again. Suddenly strong arms grabbed you and moved you halfway across the bed so that he was pressing you to his chest.

"You're so perfect. How can anyone be so perfect? ​​Maybe you're just a dream." he mumbled in your ear.

You reached back with your hand and ruffled his hair lightly. "Go to sleep, Romeo, I beg you."

"But what if..."

"I'll be here tomorrow, don't worry. And the day after, and the day after that too. I'm your wife, dumbass."

He pressed you closer and kissed the base of your neck, then with the last of his strength he mumbled, "Best pussy in town..."

"Joel!" you hissed, but he didn't respond, snoring quietly.

Drunken Love Confessions prompts

you can still send requests

[chriscalledmesweetie]

I've had such fun with @notjustamumj's December prompts, I decided to put together a list for January, with the artistic support of @helloliriels. I'd love to see your stories, poems, and/or art here and in the Johnlock January 2025 collection on AO3.

1. Sentimental 2. Hiccups 3. Three 4. Hat 5. Scarf 6. Sense 7. Nonsense 8. Secret 9. Truth 10. Ten 11. Paws 12. Big 13. Lift 14. Sociopath 15. Bored 16. Wild 17. Case 18. Murder 19. Home 20. Affection 21. Candle 22. Song 23. Bed 24. Midnight 25. Fire 26. Pants 27. Chemistry 28. Body 29. Gay 30. Perfect 31. Together

If any of these prompts inspire you to create something, please tag me. And if you'd like me to tag you in my own responses, just let me know.

Please reblog to spread the Johnlock!

[pretzel-box]

"This is a side note from Professor Doctor XXXX from the research department to the person in charge of the archive in the basement level.

We have found a curious file among our stash, no name or serial number marked, and would like to know if it accidentally slipped among the requested research material from last week.

Multiple assets are found in the said file.

Please page me or leave a note if you find out more. I leave the keycard to retrieve the file at the front desk.

Day 1: Arrival

Day 2: Bad Omen

Day 3: In the Black

Day 4: Dying Lights

Day 5: False Friends

Day 6: Wrong Rooms

Day 7: Loose Assets

Day 8: Ventilations

Day 9: Suprise Guests

Day 10: Faces in the dark

Day 11: Unspoken Crimes

Day 12: A warm thought

Day 13: Drowning

Day 14: Hide and Seek

Day 15: Dehydration

Day 16: Stocking Up

Day 17: Wrong turn

Day 18: Meeting with Death

Day 19: Three Eyes

Day 20: An Easter Egg

Day 21: Items of Interest

Day 22: A cup of Tea

Day 23: Campfire Story

Day 24: Pumpkin Collection

Day 25: Ghost Hunt

Day 26: A spooky decoration

Day 27: Your favorite monster

Day 28: Costume Parade

Day 29: Summoning Circles

Day 30: Stormy Blackout

Day 31: Trick Or Treat

And with that, welcome to Pretzels October Prompt Challenge, totally selfmade by Pretzel herself. It's a selection of 31 prompts which I will turn into short stories and dabbles.

Of course, others can participate too! It doesn't have to be fanfiction. You can make art or write poems too. Anything is allowed, and you don't even have to do every single day. It's a fun little opportunity to be creative once you feel like it.

I will post the short stories all with the #OctoberPressurePrompts !

[lvrclerc]

𝒮VY'S POETRY DEPARTMENT! ✷ a 500 & 1K followers celebration

thank you so much for the milestone! i'm so happy that you all like my writing enough to stick around.

✉ here are some prompts taken from different poems/books/song lyrics/etc: just send a number + a driver + other specifics if you feel like it, and i'll write a small drabble/fic inspired by it! careful because once the line has been requested, you can't request it a second time no matter the driver. i'll take requests from 27/04/25 to 11/05/25.

DRIVERS I WRITE FOR ... charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman, pierre gasly, alex albon, isack hadjar, carlos sainz.

1. « will you love me in december as you do in may? » - they might be giants ( OLIVER BEARMAN, FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL )

2. « although i may not be yours, i could never be another's. » - mary shelley ( CARLOS SAINZ, EVERY SUMMER'S END )

3. « who wouldn't want you? whose most demonic apetite would you fail to satisfy? » - louise glück ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

4. « in a dream i don't tell anyone, you put your head on my lap. » - richard siken ( CHARLES LECLERC, SOON )

5. « i have built a you around me, or you have. i wonder what of me there is in you. » - amal el-mohtar ( ALEX ALBON, SOON )

6. « seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love. » - gayle forman ( ISACK HADJAR, SOON )

7. « charm me. furiously. torment me. in detail. » - hermann hesse ( CARLOS SAINZ, SOON )

8. « angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, i turned away. » - scott f. fitzgerald ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

9. « a kiss can destroy a philosophy. » - anaïs nin

10. « i have not broken your heart─ you have broken it. and in breaking it, you have broken mine. » - emily brontë ( MAX VERSTAPPEN, SOON )

11. « i am too young and i've loved you too much. » - fyodor dostoyevsky ( ISACK HADJAR, THE DELICATE ART OF FITTING IN - SOON )

12. « in his arms, i slowly unfolded like a love note read in secrets. » - jill s. alexander ( MAX VERSTAPPEN, SOON )

13. « i have never loved before as i love you─ with tenderness, to the point of tears. » - vladimir nabokov ( OSCAR PIASTRI, MEANT TO BE YOURS )

14. « perhaps we may meet each other in a dream. » - marina tsvetaeva ( CHARLES LECLERC, DREAM SEQUENCE - SOON )

15. « you have no idea what a charming memory you are to me. » - friedrich nietzche

16. « there’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned. » - shakespeare

17. « if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am. » - jane austen ( LANDO NORRIS, SOON )

18. « i find a parallel to us in every romance. » - agnes von kurowsky ( OSCAR PIASTRI, EVERY VERSION OF LOVE )

19. « come live with me and be my love. » - christopher marlowe

20. « battered and wrecked, i come to you first─ » - homer ( ALEX ALBON, SOON )

[jasperthejester]

bro the fact that i made it through c++ but ap lit is going to be the class that kills me is actually insane. i love english i love writing i love poetry WHY IS THIS SO HARD ISTG

the only thing motivating me to do all my missing english assignments is that when i finish them i can watch arcane and once i finish arcane i can rewatch spies are forever and ive been missing these fucking spies so much lately

[bubblyernie]

Hello my silly geese :) I am here to announce a POETRY CALL!! I want to make a poetry collection inspired by Urban Voices/L'echo de la Ville, a TDSB publication that I read when growing up.

I will be running it both here and @thespacebetweenmyfingers-poetry so feel free to keep an eye out there if you're interested in that project only. The form is a google form for any submissions, and the specs will be on it. I will be drawing based on submissions and then posting them together in august-sept.

Let me know if you have questions here, or on that blog! Instagram is thespacebetweenmyfingers for any insta users

art tag // commission info // submission form

Text version below for accessibility:

FAQ (Additional questions in the questions tag!): 

What is it?

A poetry collection with accompanying artwork! It’s an homage to Urban Voices/L’echo de la Ville, a TDSB youth-submitted annual collection I used to read in elementary school.

How does it work?

You submit a poem (or several, but I can only do 1 per person) based on the prompt “The Space Between My Fingers” (interpreted however you see fit) and I draw one postcard design + a spot illustration to accompany it. The final will be shared as a collection with everyone else’s. 

How many are you taking in?

Up to 20 for now, but if there aren’t too many, then it’s first come first serve :P 

Who can submit? 

Anyone is welcome to, but due to the inspiration and location, I will encourage those from North America/Canada to submit. Be aware, some of the poems may involve heavier subjects, since it’s open ended for the age range.

Is this paid? 

No, this is a submission based project. I will be putting up my own donation/ko-fi link as a means of support to organizing and doing all the artwork, but I plan for it to be non-profit unless a third party publisher gets involved — if it gets printed, I only plan to give it to local shops/libraries to get eyes on it.* Copyright to the poetry remains with the writers, and the art to myself. 

*anything of the sort will be run by the contributors first.

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Timeline:

April 15 2025: form opens

May 31st: form closes

Late Summer - early Fall: collection gets posted to social media!

[nocturnalfandomartist]

Serenade of Time prompts are here!

If you like OoT Zelink, this is the event for you! :) The week of the Ocarina of Time anniversary this year, each day will have three prompts to choose from or combine as you'd like.

Find more info and our discord server below!

♡ The Prompts

Nov 16: Meeting, Reuniting, Parting

Nov 17: Midnight Moon, Twilit Sky, Morning Sun

Nov 18: Noble Ambition, People Move, Power of the Heart

Nov 19: Mask, Shadow, Facade

Nov 20: Ocarina, Voice, Harp

Nov 21: Tulips, Wolves, Bones

Nov 22: Dreams, Legacy, Destiny

♡ More Info

This event will be hosted by myself and @linktheacehero! If you have any questions, DM us here on Tumblr or on Discord.

Prompts will be themed around Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, and partially Twilight Princess. The goal is to make room for participants to tell their story at any point in time. :)

All mediums are welcome! Fics, poems, art, music, crafts, 3D models, you name it. Creativity is the same in all forms!

Sheik x Link is included and accepted into the event! (Note: All pronouns for Sheik will be accepted into the event as well, since there are plenty of different interpretations of them)!

AU entries are completely fine so long as OoT Zelink / OoT Shink are the center of it! This means modern AUs and the like are acceptable so long as OoT is the clear source material. ^^ No OC versions this time around, please - save that for a future event of mine that will have a similar structure! >:)

A*I GENERATED ENTRIES WILL NOT BE REMOTELY ACCEPTED. IF YOU PLAN ON A*I GENERATING, DO NOT BOTHER PARTICIPATING.

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June Prompts

1. betrayals 2. ferns 3. veranda 4. lick 5. scallop 6. hotel staff 7. little brown bat 8. funicular 9. espresso martini 10. bellow 11. color scheme 12. arboretum 13. the state of your heart 14. from the homeland 15. pianist 16. she loves you 17. killdeer 18. surname 19. formative 20. theatrics 21. sweet air 22. sassafras 23. patterned 24. how to get home 25. home cafe 26. abandoned peninsula 27. honeybee 28. poem 29. lemon rind 30. sunbathing