#April song prompts

[mrsjellymunson]

Turning P!nk

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘Fool’

WC: 454 | Rating: T | CW: none | tags: and then they were roommates, friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession (sort of), ficlet based on song lyrics

“So if you're too school for cool,

And you're treated like a fool-

Treated like a fool!”

Eddie watches as Steve, in his own world, folds laundry, singing along with one of his favourite tracks. He’s a little flat in places, probably because he’s wearing headphones, but he has a surprisingly nice singing voice, and is even doing the harmonies.

He’s bending his knees and wiggling his shoulders to the beat, but it’s when he starts swinging his hips in time that Eddie nearly loses it.

He’s the fool if he thinks he can carry on like this, sharing an apartment with his friend who he’s developed a massive crush on.

If only there was a way to tell him that didn’t involve, y’know, actually coming out and saying it…

A few weeks later Steve’s come to watch Corroded Coffin at The Hideout. He notices Eddie’s antsier than usual, hands running through and frizzing his hair, a crease between his eyebrows that Steve’s doesn’t often see. Unusually for him, he’s repeatedly checking in with the rest of the band, who are valiantly trying to chill him out, reassuring him that everything will be fine.

The gig goes really well, Eddie looking fantastic on the stage and absolutely killing it. Steve wonders whether he’ll ever get used to that. Seeing Eddie like this always makes him… feel things, things he hasn’t yet allowed himself to properly process.

Steve’s in the crowd, as usual hanging towards the back in his yellow polo so he can avoid the disparaging stares of some of the other patrons and the flailing limbs of the mosh pit.

He’s nodding his head and swaying a little, but he never lets go like he does at home.

They finish their standard set, and along with the rest of the crowd Steve claps and cheers and then starts to move away from the stage.

But to everyone’s surprise they start playing something else, Steve hearing the chords of a song he recognises.

Of course, the style is very different. It’s relentless, driving guitars and Gareth’s thumping drums, but it’s so familiar. And when Eddie starts singing, Steve can’t believe it.

“Right, right, turn off the lights,

We’re gonna lose our minds tonight,

What's the dealio?”

The band gives it their all, but Eddie especially. He’s scanning the crowd, seeking Steve, and when he sees him, laughing and dancing in the middle of the floor and smiling widely because it’s his favourite song, he smiles right back.

And at the end, where they’ve tweaked it so it’s literally just Eddie’s voice on the final two words, he sings them straight at Steve.

“Just come on and come on and, raise your glass,

For me…”

Tags: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx

#I may have made myself cry a little #I love them your honour #steddie microfic #steddiemicrofic #steddie microfic April #fool #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #Eddie munson x Steve harrington #prompt challenge #steddie #and then they were roommates #love confession #rockstar!eddie munson #p!nk #p!nk lyrics #Pink #Pink lyrics #raise your glass #ficlet based on a song #steddie minific #steddie ficlet #Spotify #ficlet #corroded coffin

[pyrepostings]

imagining a defiant interrogation whumpee who gets sick of saying "I'm not telling you" so they start going into what sounds initially to be them finally telling whumper what they want to know, but ends up being whumpee wasting time by just quoting a song.

#pyreprompts #whump prompt #I have a scene or two for Kevin specifically #'Why have I taken up arms against you you ask? Well #I was walking down by island bridge #Just rambling about- going as I please #That day was warm and there was such a gentle breeze #It was the month of April I believe #I strolled up by the monument then laid down in the grass #Then I heard a soldiers voice behind me. It said #Meet me at the pillar son meet me there at noon. I need you brave young Irishmen there's something we must do... #He said his name was Padraig Pearce and he just kept on calling me' #Meet me at the pillar is such a good song even if extremely call to action #But that's just been my vibe so youknow #Doesn't even have to be an interrogation really #'So what's with the red hair and green eyes combo? Isn't that a little on the nose for a fenian?' #'Well first off- it has been incredibly difficult to hide while trying to cross boarders you're right #Secondly that's just kinda what happens when you have a county cork mother and an ulsterman father. #It's just a horrid color problem I've been left with- this orange and green.' #I imagine Kevin specifically would take it as a challenge to 1. See how obscure a rebel song he can pull up and #2. See how long it takes for the other guy to notice not a word he is saying is actually true or relevant #The exact scenes I'm imaging are in a au idk if I'll ever actually post publicly #But I might write them as him messing around with Zander #I still need to post something with Zander maybe this will be it

[loserdiaz]

Bestie, can I request 38 plssss and thank you 🖤🍑

38. craving their company after a stressful day

Buck's just had the worst shift ever, the shift from the tenth circle of hell. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong— well, no one died but it still was pretty bad. Stressful in that way that leaves you on the verge of tears. It was also Eddie's free day, which only made the day worse.

It was call after call, and by the time Buck leaves the station, he feels on the brink of collapse. He's exhausted to the bone, but at the same time he has this restless energy and dreads coming home to an empty loft.

Buck rubs his hand across his face until he can see spots in his eyes and drags his fingers up into his hair to pull. He leans into the feeling, using the pain to try and bring himself back down to Earth.

It could be a little bit of everything. But whatever it is, it has Buck's heart beating a little faster, an unpleasant buzz beneath his skin as he all but chokes on a feeling he can’t quite name.

'Can I come over?' He texts once he's calmed down, he's hands are still shaking and he barely gets the words right before sending the message.

'Always. You good?' Eddie texts back and just that small detail pulls a smile out of Buck.

Their relationship is new and Buck keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, keeps waiting for Eddie to tell him to back off, keeps waiting for the moment he'll fucked up the best relationship that he's ever had. Of course, that moment never comes.

Because being with Eddie is as easy as breathing— sure, they have disagreements and stupid fights over the grocery list or whose turn was to do the laundry. But it's domestic, it's home.

Instead of answering his boyfriend's text, Buck just throws his phone in the passenger seat and starts to drive. The drive to Eddie's house is too quiet, too lonely.

By the time he arrives Eddie's already waiting at the door with his arms open and a concerned but loving expression.

Buck doesn't waste any time and hugs his boyfriend, tightly and close to his chest. He breathes in the smell of Eddie's shampoo— the fancy one that Buck convinced him to buy years ago and it's one of the few 'expensive' things Eddie lets himself have. The smell of vanilla and home surrounding him and slowly making his muscles relax.

Buck feels the buzzing fade away and its place comes a peacefulness, a warmth feeling he only gets when he's at the Diaz house. When he's truly at home.

"Bad day?" Eddie asks as he gently leads Buck inside, never stepping to far from his personal space.

"Yeah. I just needed you." Buck murmurs against Eddie's neck, plastering himself against the man's back. "Chris?"

"He's at Kyle's for tonight, remember?"

Buck hums and lets himself be guided to the bedroom.

Lying in bed together, Eddie quietly traces his fingers over Buck's chest, just nonsensical patterns that slowly lull Buck to sleep.

"I love you." He whispers into the dark as he closes his eyes and exhales a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the shift from hell feels far away— like it happened in another life.

"Love you too, baby." Eddie replies back, his voice low and oh so calming. Buck smiles and reaches up to wrap his fingers around Eddie's wrist, feeling the steady pulse there. He falls asleep just seconds later.

send me a prompt and i'll write you a ficlet 💌

#i also wrote this listening to sweet nothing by taylor #is such a buddie song #anyway #hope you like it! #rawie🐯 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #established buddie #boyfriends #buddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie drabble #911 fic #april writes #my writing #prompts

[drarrymicrofic]

Happy Pretzel Day 🥨

Today’s prompt is another incredible song sent to us by an amazing anon! Thank you so much! Let’s all dance to Guess Who’s Back by Danko Jones

Listen | Lyrics

Happy writing!!

The Microfic Mods ✨📜

#drarry #drarry microfic #prompts #april 2024 #april 2024 prompts #song: guess who’s back

[mrnnki-img]

it's fine

#rnn.img #proshipapril2024 #proship april #catcross #char: natara #char: percy #sometimes you lose all your friends (in the literal sense not the social one) and in the process of trying to find them #you learn that your dad that died a few months ago was turned into a rat posthumously #this one is based on the song prompt. qas gonna do something about the search but then I realized I don't have a lot of time home today #which is why this is on paper #I usually don't color my stuff but that's bc it's almost always for my own reference so it doesn't need to pop

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Aesthetic April Day 7~

7. Shuffle your liked songs, make a moodboard of the first one > I feel so emo having this be the first song that was shuffled in my massive playlist, but oh well!

#aesthetic april #prompt of the day #moodboard #moodboard aesthetic #aliencore #anxietycore #alien aesthetic #anxiety aesthetic #human petting zoo #anxiety song #anxiety song moodboard

[i-did-not-mean-to]

B - Battle

Written for @maalezzo...another sad one :(

Song prompt: Back from the dead

Words: 1,1k

Pairing: Ori x reader

Warning: Angst

As your caravan approached Erebor, you shivered violently.

Despite the gruelling voyage your family and you had braved, a part of you yearned to go back to the Blue Mountains and forget all about this cursed Mountain that had robbed you of so much.

“A new future,” your mother kept repeating, but her very words made your blood freeze in dismay. You didn’t want a brighter or better future—you would have been more than content with the one you had chosen for yourself.

Ori and you had grown up together—it had always been him. At a time when you had yearned for a playmate, he had been the one to team up with you and—when your tastes and interests evolved—he was the only choice you could countenance.

For a while, you had been perfectly happy, planning that future that was to be callously supplanted by lavish banquets and elegant robes.

A scowl spread across your face at the mere thought of it.

You hated the Lonely Mountain which fully deserved its fateful name—once upon a time, you had dreamed of a small hut and an even smaller business. It would have been a humble life of hard work and occasional deprivation, but you would have had Ori by your side.

“I’d give every piece of gold in that hoard to have him back,” you muttered under your breath and shrugged when your mother shot a sharp glance in your direction.

It had been months since you had learned about the Battle of the Five Armies and she was growing tired of seeing you so down in the mouth; in her opinion, your youth disqualified you from feeling and behaving like a widow.

Of course, she could not fathom how much that life you have never gotten to lead had meant to you and how desperately you wished that things could have been different—she didn’t know how deeply you had loved the shy scribe and how profoundly you loathed him now for having abandoned you.

You forced a smile on your face; making your mother unhappy was the last thing you wanted to do and—either way—there was nothing you could do now that would change the course of fate.

“Don’t go,” you begged, digging your cold fingers into Ori’s sleeve anxiously.

“Love…” His fingers trembled against your cheek as he tried to wipe away your tears as soon as they fell—he was losing that fight just as miserably as you were losing yours. “I don’t have a choice; I can’t let my brothers go alone. Balin needs me.”

“I need you more,” you screamed; you were beyond mundane notions like dignity or shame at this point. “We had a plan…How can you throw away our future like that? It’s just a dream, Ori, you can never succeed.”

His gaze hardened. “We have to try at least.”

“Why? What will you get out of it? Even if the impossible were to happen and your ragtag team can reconquer that blasted mountain—will you risk everything just to be a servant somewhere else?”

“Let’s not part in anger,” Ori said softly, cupping your tear-streaked face in his tender hands and pressing a lingering kiss onto your trembling lips. “I shall send word as soon as I can. I promise.”

“If you leave,” you declared with cold finality, “there will be no need to send anything at all. As soon as you step out of this camp, you’re dead to me.”

You had regretted your harsh words as soon as you had let them fly like poisoned arrows—every night since that discussion, you saw his wounded, helpless expression in your dreams, and you woke up crying.

There had been no letter and the uncertainty of whether it was only his love or his whole person that lay dead beyond the gates of Erebor was positively torturous.

“Ah, we’re almost there,” your mother exclaimed—instantly, your stomach clenched in agony, and you were sure that you were going to be sick.

As soon as your caravan passed the gates, a long trail of weary dwarves yearning for a warm meal and a soft bed, a flash of copper made your heart stop.

You nearly jumped behind a rock to avoid questioning or investigating what you thought you had seen; you had been haunted by your memories for too long and you had sworn to your family and to yourself that you would start anew in Erebor.

This was no way to do that.

And yet, your gaze followed that singular flame as it threaded through the throng of people, approaching your chariot with the determination of a homing pigeon.

You focused on your breathing, forcing air in and out of your lungs stubbornly, while you stood as if rooted to the floor or turned to stone in expectation of a devastating truth.

Maybe it was his brother, come to tell you that he had died a miserable death on the battlefield or maybe…

There he was—Ori, your beloved, in the flesh—skinnier than you remembered him and with deep lines of sorrow bracketing his generous mouth, but very much alive.

Torn between overwhelming relief and irrational anger, you turned away, pretending to check the luggage piled high on your little cart.

“I…Hello,” a tentative voice greeted you, repeating your name thrice as if to conjure you from the ashes of a fallen kingdom—but it was not you who was a ghost.

Wheeling around with so much force that you almost crashed into him, you gnashed your teeth in frustration.

“I never thought that you and I would ever meet again,” you hissed, accusing him of you knew not what. “You know, I mourn the loss of you sometimes, and pray for peace within. The word ‘distraught’ can not describe how my heart has been, but where do we begin, now that you’re back from the dead?”

“To be fair,” he chuckled dryly and without the slightest bit of humour, “I’ve told you that we’d succeed. If only you could have had more faith in me, in us, in your king.”

You bristled but didn’t contradict him—evidently, he was proven right by the way things had turned out, and you were too smart not to admit when you had been wrong.

“I’ve made my peace with losing you,” you declared coolly. He did not have to know how long it had taken you and how bitterly you had wept.

“So, it makes no difference to you whether I live or die?” Ori’s voice faltered, swallowed by the voracious darkness of his new abode.

“I did not say that,” you whispered. From somewhere, your name was echoing feebly. “My mother is calling me; I’ve got to go.”

Despite the turmoil in your soul after this breathtaking, earth-shattering revelation, you had to admit that it felt incredibly good to be the one to walk away from him this time.

@fellowshipofthefics Here's another one.

Lots of love from me

-> Masterlist

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #April Alphabet #fotfics april alphabet #fellowshipofthefics #Hobbit #BOTFA #Ori #Ori x reader #B #Battle #Song prompt

[tutuandscoot]

Day 17: A song that describes/encapsulates/reminds you of VM

I kinda already answered this when I made a video to it so I’m just sharing that again because it honestly is the first one I think of when I think about them and after racking my brain for ages I can’t think of another answer.

Into My Arms-Nick Cave

And here’s some video reference

#april prompt challenge #day 17 #a song that describes/encapsulates/reminds you of VM #sorry everyone I’m a couple days late on this 😞 #Youtube

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Rewrite the stars

We're a paradox. He's light and I'm dark. Day and night. At opposite ends of a war. Good and bad. 

The universe says we shouldn't be together and yet he says we're made for each other.

Our fates pull us miles away and yet he stands before me.

"Come with me," he holds out his hand. "I'll take care of you. We'll get through this together."

It feels impossible. We're not meant to be.

His green eyes shine with determination. "It's NOT impossible. Let's rewrite the stars, shall we?"

@drarrymicrofic April Prompt #7 - Rewrite the stars

#drarry #drarry microfic #ri writes #rewrite the stars #april prompts #song prompt #i feel like this is a mess #oh well #i still kinda like it

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumpuary Day 16: Alt Prompt 2: "Let me see."

Warning for Injury, broken bones, pain, medication, overworking

#whumpuary #whumpuary 2024 #whumpuary no 16 #whumpuary day 16 #alt prompt 2 #“Let me see.” #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2007 donnie #tmnt 2007 casey #tmnt 2007 april #tmnt 2007 raph #anxiety song #human petting zoo #injury cw #broken bones tw #pain cw #medication tw #overworking cw #Spotify

[toadwithbooks]

April Writing Challenge

Use these words to inspire a short story, poem, novel, or any other creative project. 1fool’s errand16mushroom2reconciliation17stress3rainbow18breezes4tell a lie19sunshine5road map20volunteer6epitaph21kindergarten7rebirth22earth8bird23cherry blossoms9equinox24pastel10siblings25flowers11barbershop26Richter Scale12wind27Morse Code13peach cobbler28astronomy14laughter29zipper15wild guess30honesty

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#april #creativewriting #inspiration #poems #prompts #shortstory #songs #writeapril #writing #writingprompts

[weloveagayboi]

April 1st.

Rainbow Connection by Kermit the frog.

#April song art prompt thing idk #art #rainbow connection #song prompt #art prompt #idk I just wanna draw stuff

[rageserenity]

It's 2024. Are you still thinking about movieverse!Cherik? Because I am.

For the past several months, there's only been a very slow trickle of posts/fics in the xmcu cherik tag. Let's try to breathe some life back into this incredible pairing!

With one clear winner of my poll, here's thirty prompts for the thirty days of April. (This is a super chill, laid-back event---do these in any order, interpret them as loosely as you like! Create in any medium! Fic, art, gifs, meta, incoherent screaming about the otp…all winners in my book.)

The only rule here is to cherik too close to the sun. Alright. Here are the prompts.

Mutual Pining

Doesn't really even need elaboration! Write that horrifically slow slow-burn. Gif every time McAvoy made insane fuck me eyes on screen. Make a playlist of songs about impossible love.

2. Alternate Meetings

There are endless quotes about how these two complete each other in a way no one they'd met before or after ever did. How else could they have met?

3. Erik Has A Telepathy Kink

This is basically canon. Let my boy get freaky!

4. Canon Fix-It

All the times Fox fucked it up. There are endless options.

5. Hurt/Comfort

Put them in that Situation. Put them in that Blender. Break them apart and put them back together ❤️‍🩹

6. Canon Compliant

Draw that missing scene! Gif your favourite cherik moment!

7. Beach Divorce

Make it worse. Make it better. Show it to us exactly how it was. Break it down in a 3,000 word meta. Go wild!

8. Domestics

Sometimes you just want to see them doing normal couple things. Erik put the gun down.

9. Found Family

The real heart of x-men!

10. Time Travel

There are SO many possibilities here. Stick them in a time loop. Give them a chance to change their past.

11. AU

Love a good AU!

12. There Is Only One Bed

Had to get this one in here. What better way to amp up the tension?

13. Genosha

By some miracle, cherik actually did end up together at the end of 2019s trash bag disaster Dark Phoenix. We aren’t making a big enough deal about this.

14. Declaration(s) of Love

Who says it first? How do they say it and when? Have they said it…without saying it?

15. Jealousy

Need I say more.

16. Reunion

These two have absolutely no chill.

17. Soulmates

Classic prompt, had to get this in here too.

18. The DOFP Aircraft

The TENSION here. Break it down for me. How does Charles feel about his injury? How does Erik feel about his injury?

19. Gay Mutant Road Trip

You already know.

20. Body Swap

SO fun when people have superpowers.

21. First Kiss

When? How? Who initiated it?

22. The Mansion

Mansion!content is a genre of its own.

23. Conflicting Ideology

Give me your theses. Who’s right? Can they ever reconcile completely? Write a fic where it drives them apart.

24. Sebastian Shaw

A trope unto himself.

25. Team As Matchmaker

They had to have known something was going on, didn’t they?

26. Cooking

Charles deserves a good meal. Also, imagine Erik using his powers in the kitchen. The sheer domesticity…

27. Hurt No Comfort

Plenty of scope with these two 🥲

28. Growing Old Together

Giving Sirs Ian Mckellan and Patrick Stewart their props as well!

29. Making Up

*pushes chess board across the table* sorry babe

30. Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

Rising to each other’s defense. Only I can insult this man.

I will be tracking #revivecherik to reblog stuff! Here’s a fic collection for the same. Let’s get this ball rolling! Please feel free to send me an ask if you’ve got anything to say! And most importantly, let’s all have fun 😁

*I know a few of you preferred something like a gift exchange because of the commitment factor—I’m super down to organise a tiny one for the handful of us! If this promptathon doesn’t flop horribly, we can hopefully do a whole bunch of stuff :)

If you read this post all the way through, please reblog for reach! Thank you! Hoping you participate come April.

Shoutout to @inmymagnetoera for reaching out and helping with this!

#revivecherik #cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #xmfc #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #x men days of future past #x men #charles x erik #magneto #professor x

[scoops-aboy86]

Twice Shy

For the April @steddiemicrofic prompt 'fool'!

wc: 454 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: referenced recreational drug use, brief angst with a happy ending, Nancy really messed Steve up, chubby Steve Harrington if you squint

Steve’s been fooled by Eddie plenty of times. When they were in school together, the guy once sold him literal grass clippings as weed and was an off-putting ass at every opportunity. Some of that could be explained by shit Tommy or the other jocks pulled, but mostly it was part of the bit. If Eddie was going to be cast as a freak, he’d be The Freak and become untouchable. 

Spring Break dropped Eddie straight into a bucket of trauma and rinsed that bravado away. And Steve had bought into the idea that only cowardice was left—not judging him for it, because Steve had almost run too, back in the very beginning. 

Until the idiot shocked them all by standing his ground against the demobats, saving Dustin’s life. 

Being shoved against a wall one day and called “big boy” another have weaseled their way into Steve’s head. So, once the doctors clear Eddie to go home, Steve offers his because… the guy no longer has one. Wayne moves in too, and for a while it feels like having family around. Less like family when Eddie kisses him on the couch one night during an impromptu Star Wars marathon, but, yeah. Eddie’s shit starts gradually migrating up into Steve’s room until, a month or two later, he’s basically moved in. 

So it hurts when Steve, who just wanted to surprise Eddie at Corroded Coffin’s first show back at the Hideout, after they played the song Eddie  wrote for him, watches his supposed boyfriend sidle up to some guy at the bar and lean in to say something with that smile. The one Steve thought was just for him. 

Someone drops their drink, spattering Steve’s shoes with glass shards and beer. He doesn’t realize until Eddie looks up that it was him, and, well. Of all the times he’s been fooled into thinking Eddie’s something he’s not, this one is the worst. So Steve does what he did when Nancy called him bullshit; he turns and shoves his way out the door. 

Only this time, he’s followed. Can’t help thinking I used to be faster than this when Eddie catches up.

“Steve—He asked about your song!”

Pride keeps Steve moving, but his thoughts hesitate. When they’re even with the van he lets Eddie pull him alongside it, less visible between cars, relatively safe. 

“Baby,” Eddie says, eyes huge and close. He smells like sweat and smoke, but thankfully not booze. “I know how that must’ve looked, but I love you. You’re it for me.”

Steve has always been the first to say it… but not this time. Feeling like a fool for jumping to conclusions, he hugs Eddie close. “Shit, Eds, I love you too.”

Permanent tag list: @hotluncheddie

#steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficapril #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #scoops words #there's something so special about eddie beating steve to saying i love you

[drarrymicrofic]

Happy Bicycle Day! 🚲

Let’s take out our bikes and ride it together with this amazing song, Fire On Fire by Sam Smith, in the background! Thank you to yet another lovely anon for sending in this prompt! :))

Listen | Lyrics

Happy writing! The Microfic Mods ✨📜

#drarry #drarry microfic #prompts #april 2024 #april 2024 prompts #song: fire on fire

[thetorturedpoetsfest]

We're super excited to announce The Tortured Poets Fest, a Harry Potter themed fest centered around Taylor Swift's newest album! ✨

Calling all writers, artists, and video editors! Below are important dates, rules, and information you'll need to know if you'd like to join in with us. This fest is focused on The Tortured Poets Department — Taylor Swift's newest full-length album released on April 19, 2024.

This fest is open to ALL Harry Potter generations including Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen. All pairings are welcome!

We've also created a little community of participants on Discord to help with round tabling and creativity. We'd love if you joined us! This is an 18+ only fest.

⚡️ Timeline

Sign-Ups Open: April 22, 2024

Sign-Ups Close: May 20, 2024

Submissions Due: June 24, 2024

Posting Begins: July 1, 2024

🌙 Sign-Ups & Claiming

You must complete the Google Form for your sign-up as well as claim your choice of prompt on the AO3 collection.

You may only claim one prompt at a time. If you finish your prompt, you may claim an additional prompt, but you must submit your first prompt as per submission guidelines.

One song prompt can be claimed by multiple people (it's not first come, first serve). You can use a song in any way you like for inspiration — title, lyrics, vibes… You do not need to title your work after the song or use lyrics in any way if you don’t want to.

Collaborations are welcome! Collabs can be illustrated fics, multi-writer fics, multi-artist artworks, etc.

✨ Creating

All ships from all generations are welcome (Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen). This is not a ship-specific or generation-specific fest.

There is a minimum word count of 1,000 words for all submitted fics. For podfics, the recorded story should be a minimum of 1,000 words. There is no maximum for either fics or podfics.

Multi-chapter fics are allowed, but you must finish the first chapter of the fic by the submission deadline.

All works must be tagged appropriately! In light of the mental health topics alive and real in this album, please consider yourself, your fellow participants, and your readers when discussing any themes on mental health in your works.

🏛️ Posting

Posting will begin on July 1, 2024, and the schedule will not be publicly released.

If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask!

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From your Tortured Poets Mods — @imdamagecontrol @wolfpadx @lemonlans @heartsoncover @multiimoments @abz-coralsunset and it's many helpful and incredible organizers who managed to put this whole fest together in a few days' time 🖤

#hp fests #harry potter fest #marauders #marauders era #golden era #harry potter #next gen harry potter #hp fanfic #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic