#spring prompts 2024

[cloveroctobers]

Here you’ll find PART III. To all spring works written during 2024 down below. 👇🏾🐰🐥🌦️🐞🌈

SAFE & SOUND > Arman Morales/Angel Reyes = The Cleaning Lady x Mayans Mc (Series)

NOTHING SWEETER > Bode Donovan/Leone = Fire Country (Series)

KILLING ME > Dante Torres = Chicago PD (Series)

SHOW YOU WHY > Evan Buckley = 911 (Series)

STRAWBERRY CRUSH > Stella Kidd = Chicago Fire (Series)

END OF BEGINNING > Luca = The Bear (Series)

SEPERATE SPRING WORKS WRITTEN…

HOLD UP > Roman Reigns = WWE

PERFECT > Joey = Abigail (Film)

KEEP LOOKIN’ UP > Bode Leone = Fire Country (Series)

JUST SAYIN’ > Jey Uso = WWE

LITTLE CHAINS > Coco Cruz = Mayans MC (Series)

[falcoworks]

Day 5 -- Eclipse

Legend has it that it's only during a solar eclipse that the ravens truly awaken.

[smile-files]

don't give up, you're not in hell yet

(objectober 2024 day 30: fall)

[leechteethwrites]

part of a recent poem i wrote—April April

[erikahenningsen]

🎲🎲🎲 !!!!!!

8. A platonic kiss (spoiler alert: it isn't)

"Can I ask you something?"

Regina looks up from her history textbook, pen paused in the middle of writing the word reformation. She's seated on Cady's bed, notebook in her lap.

She's been spending more and more of her afternoons in Cady's room, doing homework in companionable silence. It's the only way Cady's mom lets her hang out with friends until she brings her calculus grade back up. Strangely, Regina finds she'd rather be here, studying for her AP exam, than walking around the mall or teaching Gretchen how to Dutch braid her hair.

If she spends half the time staring at Cady out of the corner of her eye, heart beating a little faster every time she does that cute nose scrunch thing when she's on a particularly difficult problem, that's nobody's business but her own.

"What's up?" Regina asks.

"What's it like kissing Aaron?" Cady asks.

The m in reformation turns into a jagged line down Regina's notebook page. She stares at Cady, certain she's heard wrong. "What?"

"You've kissed him. I've seen you do it," Cady says, as if that's where the confusion is coming from. "What's it like?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Regina says, feeling her cheeks warm. She's not sure why she's blushing; she isn't the one asking ridiculous questions here. "Haven't you kissed him?"

Cady shakes her head. "I've never kissed anyone," she admits quietly.

"Okay, so..." Regina says. "Then kiss your boyfriend?"

Cady lets out an annoyed huff. "But I can't! He's used to kissing you." Cady throws her arm out towards Regina and Regina isn't sure if she should be offended. "And you're good at that stuff." She pauses. "I mean, you are, right?"

"Uh," Regina says dumbly.

"And what if I'm bad at it?" Cady continues, more softly.

Regina shrugs. "Who cares?"

"I care!" Cady says. "There have been a few times where I could tell he was about to kiss me and I just freaked out and made up some excuse."

"Cady, what do you want me to do about it?" Regina asks, a little desperately. This conversation is bringing up all of her fantasies about kissing Cady, the ones she only allows herself to think about late at night when she's trying to fall asleep—definitely not in Cady's bedroom with her sitting right there.

Cady takes a deep breath. "Will you kiss me?"

Regina's pen falls from her slackened grip, bouncing off the bed and clattering to the floor. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, then opens it and manages to force out a "huh?"

"Please?" Cady asks. "You know what he likes. It's perfect."

It isn't perfect. It's objectively a bad idea. Her crush on Cady almost burned down the entire school, and they hadn't really ever even hugged.

"And we're friends," Cady adds, "so it wouldn't be weird, right?"

Friends. Friends! Regina's brain grabs onto the word. She can do this, as a friendly favor to Cady. Nothing more. It's a win-win, really—Cady gets some experience and Regina can finally get whatever this fixation on Cady is out of her system.

Before she can really think it through, Regina finds herself nodding. "Yeah," she says, her voice cracking. She clears her throat. "Right. Sure."

Cady's face lights up. "Oh my gosh, thanks!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Well, come here," Regina says. She draws the line at climbing into Cady's lap in her little desk chair.

Cady stands immediately, seeming to forget the calculator in her lap, which hits the rug with a thud. She comes and sits next to Regina on the bed and angles her body to face her, their faces a few inches apart.

Regina suddenly feels nervous. She's never been nervous about kissing someone before—but those were just boys. They didn't matter. She has to make this good for Cady, so Cady will want to kiss her again.

Regina catches the thought and buries it. So Cady can kiss Aaron, she corrects herself.

"Um, here," Regina murmurs, scooting a bit closer and lifting one of Cady's hands to her shoulder. It feels cool against her overheated skin.

"Okay," Cady whispers, and Regina can feel it against her lips in a way that makes her shiver. She puts a hand on the back of Cady's neck, takes a deep breath, and leans in.

Cady's lips are cool and dry but soft, and Regina has to focus on not immediately pressing Cady into the mattress. She applies just a hint of pressure, not much more than a meaningful press of lips. Cady inhales sharply but doesn't move.

Regina pulls back a bit. "Cady, you have to work with me here," she says, her voice only shaking a little.

"Oh, uh, okay," Cady says, seeming confused.

Before she can think about it, Regina reaches a hand up to Cady's lips and parts them just slightly. "Now tilt your head a bit," she says, and when Cady does, she leans in again.

This time, Regina's lips slot between Cady's, catching Cady's top lip in between both of hers. This time, Cady's mouth moves with hers, tentative at first, clumsy, but it sends something hot and electric down Regina's spine.

Emboldened, Regina presses closer, fingers flexing against the back of Cady's neck, and Cady responds with a soft sound that Regina knows will never stop playing in her brain, even on her deathbed.

Regina pulls back a little, her lips sliding over Cady's now tacky with spit and Regina's lip gloss, adjusts the angle of her head. Without thinking, she grips Cady's upper thigh with her other hand, and Cady arches into her. Heat burns through Regina's body, blooming in her chest and spreading down to pool below her stomach, and alarm bells start going off in her head.

Regina pulls back more suddenly than she means to, and Cady falls into her a little before she catches herself. Cady is breathing hard, her pupils dilated, her lips reddened. Regina desperately wishes she could delete the last five minutes from her brain because she has no idea how she's going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of her life, and she has her AP European History exam in two weeks.

"Wow," Cady says, a little breathlessly. She runs a hand through her hair. "I see why Aaron liked kissing you. Thanks." She laughs a little, even though she's just said the least funny and most destructive thing for Regina's sanity she could possibly say.

"No problem," Regina says, her voice faint. "What are friends for?"

Cady smiles at her. Regina smiles back, reflexively.

Well, shit.

[derangeddoodler]

Fnaftober/Faztober Day 13 : Pitball Rabbit-Hole

Context: Springbonnie jumpscare from Into The Pit 🙏 added effects to seal the deal cuz it didn’t look complete when I finished the coloring. Had some fun.

[arson-09]

“Theres forces at play I can’t even begin to tell you about.”

“what? what is there your not telling me?”

“I know you have been dreaming of him. Don’t, do not go looking for him.”

…I found him

Day 6- Fairytale AU/Dreams- A court of Poppies and Dreams💤

In this au, after rejecting Amarantha Tamlin was cursed to sleep until a kiss from his true love. But how could his true love find him if he was asleep? the cruelty of amaranthas curse…

On a cold winters day, Feyre accidentally kills a fae and is taken by… Lucien, The High Lord of spring? he doesn’t look very springish…

After only a few days there, Feyre starts having strange dreams. Dreams where a blond fae visits her, and asks for her help. He doesn’t remember who he is, but he needs her to find him.

But is that the best idea? Lucien seems hell bent on keeping whoever it is hidden, and he hints theres more trouble to be found if he is found. Things he truly can’t even begin to tell her about. And when the dark lord of night starts threatening her new found friends, feyre gets a taste of the danger. And she wont let them get hurt.

But the curiosity is so strong, and she can’t ignore the pull she feels. She must find him, and she must awake him.

I put so much thought into this au i may have to write it🧍🏻 Once i get a copy of acotar im making a sleeping beauty rewrite (and after my tamlin fixit fix. lots to do) @tamlinweek

This is by far my biggest piece for the week and the one im most proud of :) The inspo hit me really hard and i just let it. A few other details about this AU is that Feyre is older, just because while i like her in the og book i just want the fmcs in fantasy books to be older especially when their falling in love with 500+ year old men. Shes 24 now. I also did just whatever i wanted with her design because i can !!! and maybe, perhaps her and tamlin are actually mates… and maybe thats why she can see him in her dreams? hm? If yall wanna see the whole notes app dump i did on the summary of this au at 11pm while on a trip to vegas ill drop it in the reblogs. Close ups down below!

(i tried to do some shadows and lighting lmao)

[prettyp4mela]

Pamela Anderson photographed at Victoria Beckham’s Ready To Wear Spring 2024 collection on September 29th, 2023 in Paris, France - ౨ৎ

[cappycodeart]

Spring Blooms!

A drawing I did so I could participate in @artfight 's Sprout Fight prompts (featuring my OC, Lilly). Although the deadline is far over now, I may fiddle with the pallets and other themes for funsies.

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

Spring Equinox / Ostara

Let me preface by saying, even if you don't follow the wheel of the year, utilize the prompt here for whatever holiday you do celebrate, if you do! If you only recognize the equinoxes and solstices as days, use this prompt outline for those!

Next is Ostara, Circa March 20. Different cultures and spiritualities and different witches will celebrate or not celebrate this day. For those of us Pagans who do, here’s a bunch of posts. (None of these are mine, these are simply pages I’ve gathered from Tumblr at large to share here.All credit goes to the individuals who made the posts!)

Ostara Posts on Tumblr

Ostara Sounds/ Music

Ways to Celebrate

About Ostara/ Spring Equinox

Ostara

Spring Equinox/ Ostara

Celebrate

Outside Tumblr Sources

Wikipedia - Ostara & Spring Equinox

Celtic Connection

ThoguhtCo

History

Wild Hunt

These are just from a quick search. Take time to read, not only current writings and musings on the holiday and time of year, but look at historical texts and documentation of the holiday. That is where the truth of the season is.

The Prompt!

Okay! Make a new page, solely for Ostara/ Spring Equinox! 

Write out a description of the holiday. What is it? When is it? How is it traditionally celebrated? Why were things celebrated the way they were? What are the things that this holiday represents and stands for? This is the meat and potatoes of the holiday. Any and all bits of info aside from this are just the seasoning. Mine is a few small paragraphs about the holiday itself. 

Now make some lists. What are the colors used to decorate for this holiday? What are some incense/ oils/ candle scents that are commonly associated with this day? Gemstones? Herbs? Is there a moon phase or particular god/goddess associated with this holiday? What about animals? Flowers? Were there any traditional offerings left out on this holiday? And what foods were made on this day?

What are some of the activities you can do to celebrate this holiday? And what about magic and rituals. Are there any specific kinds of magic to perform on or around this day? Are there any poems or blessings associated with this holiday?

That’s a lot of info, I know. But now for the second part of the holiday prompt!

Make it your own!

Now, given all the information you’ve gathered, make your own small ritual to be performed on Ostara/ the Spring Equinox. To do this, I suggest a scrap paper to brainstorm on. Here’s some things to keep in mind and help write out your ritual. 

What is the theme/ purpose of the ritual? (Healing ritual? Cleansing? Renewal of intentions? Welcoming the light?)

What are the tools you’ll use and what is the purpose/ association it has? (candles, athame/ sacred blade, incense, gemstones etc)

What power(s) are you calling upon for the ritual and why? (elements, deities, sun/ moon, personal power, etc)

How do you set it up? Is there specific placement of the tools? Direction to face when calling the above powers? Do you cast a circle? Or do you simply light a candle and bow your head in a moment of silent prayer/ meditation?

Good Luck and Happy Crafting!

-Mod Hazel

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Five - Joel Miller (post-outbreak) x Reader

Word Count: 730

Warnings: mentions of murder and aging, gunplay, the vision that is Joel Miller, a fluffy thought

Notes: I struggled with this one while starting at the word "spring" and was thinking of Joel Miller though I wasn't sure which era. Then my nose sniffled and decided that this deadly man will have one weakness that no one can do anything about. Thanks to @maggiemayhemnj for reading it giving me insights I hadn't thought about. My only thoughts were "sniffles and pretty."

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

The days are getting longer, trees and flowers are starting to bloom, there’s more pollen around too but maybe after the world broke open, most people’s allergies were swallowed whole. It’s ten in the morning and you’re midway through your patrol with Joel. It’s silent per usual but in addition to keeping out for any clickers or raiders, you’re taking in the greenery that’s attempting to grow in this harsh new world. It reminds you that there’s hope, maybe that you’ll survive, maybe get to what used to be retirement age. What was it? Sixty-five? Sixty-two? Whichever year they would start having you take Social Security, which there’s none of. You and Joel pass by a river that weaves through a few different patrol routes. You offer to refill the canteens while Joel rests his knees. 

It was a running joke between you two sure, but it paid off when there were a trio of raiders barreling toward you. You managed to shoot one through the eyes, and Joel claimed the other two. After checking their bodies for supplies, ammo and whatever else you could scavenge, you had him sit again to rest. He said he didn’t need to but you disagreed. On your patrols, you’d need him in whatever his best shape looked like. It was way more effective and deadly than ten men combined. You could give him a few minutes to sit. 

Today he seems bothered that he can’t collect water today. You’re not sure why he wants to until you hear it when he sits on the tree stump you’d pointed out to him. A cough followed by a sneeze. It wasn’t you and you didn’t see anyone else friendly or otherwise around. Looking back, Joel was wiping his nose and rubbing it, his nostrils pink from the friction. 

Joel Miller has allergies? Had you been alone or with others, you would have laughed, possibly doubled over, but you held it in. Thought of clickers, burning bodies, anything to not laugh at the most feared man in Jackson. After filling both canteens you made your way over to Joel with his sniffling a little softer, trying to keep some semblance of an edge. 

You handed him his canteen as he sat on the tree stump, his brown flannel shirt blended in with the dark wood of the tree. The dusky green of the moss fades into his boots and the medium wash from his jeans separates the two more somber colors. In contrast, the grass is an emerald shade with dots of white primroses behind his broad shoulders, the sunlight reflects the silver in his curls and beard. His sepia orbs hinted at him being amused, but at what you weren’t sure. He accepted the full canteen from you and mumbled his thanks. You were still taking in the spring vision of him, Joel’s flushed nose scrunched before he sniffled again. 

“A man can’t have a runny nose? Even a quick sit down won’t fix this.” His eyes meet yours and he grins, it’s rare outside of communication shooting down clickers and raiders for the man to say more than a few words to you. Allergies don’t make you delirious do they? Not that you remember. “I hate the itchy nose and eyes, but with each spring I’m reminded I’m alive. I used to say for better or for worse, but I guess now.” A pause as he takes a swig of his water, a few drops dribble onto his chin, “it’s solely for the better. Let’s get a move on. This stump is hurting my ass.” Offering a hand, you help Joel to his feet and continue on your patrol. As the both of you walk, he bends down to pick a fuchsia primrose that was by the side of the road.

“Here. It’s got to be better than staring at my dripping red nose.” Joel placed the flower in your hand and his knuckles linger against your palm for a moment before pulling back. The two of you begin walking again and make it back to the gates of Jackson. The flower you put in a glass with some water near the window in your bedroom at home. It will remind you of the spring with Joel where you found him to be even more beautiful than you’d thought, especially with a runny nose.

[trickstersaint]

april 7 2024 // portraiture

[choicesholidays]

Spring Fling 2024

Welcome to the Choices Holidays Spring Prompt Event!!

Rules:

Use one of the prompts below in a story or create a piece of art based on one.

Tag @choicesholidays

Use hashtags #choicesholidays #springfling2024

In the header, tell us which prompts you're using and which fandom you're writing for.

Submit work before the Deadline: May 31st, 2024 11:59 p.m. CST

Note: Anyone is welcome to use the prompts, but only Choices works will be reblogged and added to the master list.

Prompts:

They had just settled down at the spring picnic in the town square when....

She'd spent the most beautiful spring day hiking when suddenly she froze on the trail…

All he'd planned was to dig out the plot of land behind his house for his garden, but…

They were halfway into their spring break road trip when…

They'd pooled all their fun money to rent the beach house only to discover…

She'd once looked forward to spring break, but now…

His mother had called him home, but…

They hid in the yard, waiting for…

The May Day spring festival had been nearly perfect until…

No one went there anymore, but we decided to…

The April Fool's prank had gone horribly awry....

It was the year that spring forgot.....

I blamed spring fever for the predicament I currently found myself in.....

Spring is a time of new beginnings, how appropriate....

It was supposed to be just a little bit of spring cleaning, but I was in for the shock of my life when I opened the.....

The spring break trip that changed my life.....

Oh, I haven't seen you since that awkward hookup last spring....

This is the worst/best St. Patrick's Day ever!

We're doing what for Earth Day? You can't be serious....

I just wanted some Easter eggs.....

[leechteethwrites]

[datheetjoella]

Sweet Spring Seed

Author: DatHeetJoella Fandom: Free! Pairing: Free! Rating: G Prompt: MakoHaru week 2024 spring equinox special prompt: strawberries & cream Word count: 3,401 Summary: Haruka recently moved to Stardew Valley to take over Blue Creek Farm, which was left to him by his late grandmother, and he hasn't met many of the townspeople yet. When attending the anual Egg Festival, Haruka might make his very first friend.

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After he finished watering the last of his potato plants, Haruka put down his watering can and wiped the light sheen of sweat off his brow bone. He was slowly getting used to the farm life, but his arms hadn’t quite gotten used to the weight of the watering can yet. Once he made enough gold, he was going to invest in some sprinklers.

It had been a few weeks since he moved to Stardew Valley and took over Blue Creek farm, which he inherited from his late grandmother. The corporate life in the city had never been the right fit for him, but Haruka was a creature of habit so he usually took the road of the least resistance. Packing up everything he had and starting over in a new place had been a daunting prospect. He’d loved the summers he spent at his grandmother’s picturesque farm when he was little, but Haruka despised change and therefore, hadn’t taken any steps to take over until years after she passed. Not until he felt like he’d claw his eyes out if he spent another minute at his monotonous desk job.

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