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ROUND ONE
Dancing with their demons again, The 100 Fandom writer are back!! And boy, oh, boy, have they cooked up a good batch of disaster fics to kick off our fourth annual completion!
It’s officially time to VOTE for the First Round of TROPED Madness 4.0! The structure is simple! Please rank the nine (9) fics, first (1) being your top choice, and nine (9) being your last choice! Since we only received nine fics, we will be chopping one author and the ranking will be used to order all the remaining authors for the brackets in Round Two!
You can vote here:
The nine fics that we received for this round can be found below, or on AO3 here! Each fic follows the theme [Disaster], includes the tropes [Baking AU] and [Dancing], and have included the character [John Murphy (The 100)]! When you vote, please be sure to take into consideration the USE of all these elements, because, as with all other TROPED events, the purpose is to select the authors who best utilize the requirements!
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If The World Was Ending, You’d Come Over, Right? Right. (Rated M) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: What does the consummate survivor do when the end of the world is inevitable? An introspective tale about John Murphy, loss, grief and the bonds that connect people even at the end of it all.
i say that i hate you with a smile on my face (Rated G) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: There's a tornado raging over his head and his father's bakery right in the crossfire, but all Murphy is worried about is what he's going to tell Raven about his date the night before.
When It's Over (Rated T) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes x Emori]
Summary: Murphy is prepared for a perfectly normal day of work in his bakery.
What he gets instead is an earthquake.
in the space between the stars (Rated M) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: Raven saved the world. At least part of it. No matter how scummy and ungrateful that part may be.
Now she needs someone to save her.
Murphy watches the stars come out and makes a decision.
(Cause This Can't Be) The Way the Story Ends (Rated T) [ The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: A bummed-out business owner, a disgruntled barista, a stressed student, a mysterious stranger, and a mechanic on a mission are trapped in a bakery during an ice storm.
Or, how John Murphy found the girl, lost the girl, experienced a natural disaster with the girl, and then found her again.
'til our fingers decompose (keep my hand in yours) (Rated T) [The 100 — John Murphy x Clarke Griffin]
Summary: Murphy's existence post-Disappearance was pretty bleak. Sure, he had his own bakery, and, yeah, he didn't have to worry about his mom's drinking anymore, or studying for math tests, but the fire that came from his hands had blistered and burned his skin beyond any repair that even the best training that any of the kids with babysitter first aid could do and had left them useless and constantly in pain. He couldn't do the baking for his store, or even wash his hair.
And then Clarke came to town.
through the snow and through the storm (Rated T) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: “Everyone is so concerned about this storm,” Raven says. “It’s calling for what, three or four inches of snow? Back home in Minnesota, that’s not even enough to close schools.”
Murphy snorts. “Well, hon, welcome to Georgia,” he says. “This may be a shock to you, but we don’t get as much snow as Minnesota.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she says, chuckling. “It’s kind of boring, honestly.”
“Being locked up in your house for months because the outside world is trying to freeze your face off sounds boring.”
“That’s what scarves are for, John.”
recipe for disaster (Rated M) [The 100 — John Murphy x Raven Reyes]
Summary: To be clear: Murphy's not quite sure how he ended up here. But somehow, they're waiting in a hospital to make sure Clarke and Raven are going to be alive and Bellamy looks like he's going to punch something.
Well, Murphy's sort of clear: he knows they got here because of the crash. What he doesn't quite remember is why Bellamy is about to pounce.
(or: clarke forces everyone to ballroom dance, there are way too many baking metaphors and people get hit by cars.)
Always Been the End of the World (Rated T) [The 100 — John Murphy x Clarke Griffin]
Summary: Clarke's day is turning out to be a disaster. If stubbing her toe and her shitty roommate, she also has to deal with John Murphy, the bane of her existence. Even though she loves working at this bakery his mere presence makes that harder with each day. But with a major order, for her childhood best friend's wedding no less, she can't let him distract her. Nothing he does is going to get under her skin today.
Unfortunately, it seems, Mother Nature has other plans.
Although, just maybe, her day doesn't end up being quite as much of a disaster as she thought.
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i know we're all sick to death of hearing about duck penises but it is genuinely so important to me that you know: male ducks regrow their penis every mating season! that is all
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Whumptober Prompt Voting - CLOSED
Hi friends, this year we’re opening up a ‘Prompt Vote’ in which we’d like to hear what tropes the community would like to see this Whumptober.
Within the form there’s a list of over 200 tropes, and you can vote for as many or as few as you’d like. This is to give us an idea of different tropes' popularity in order to produce a prompt list catered to the community.
Did we miss a trope? Don’t worry! There’s an ‘honourable mentions’ at the bottom where you can include any tropes you would like to be included.
Please Note: For brevity, some tropes have been listed under an umbrella term - otherwise this list would be over 260 items long! For example, tropes such as 'handcuffs, chains, ropes' are classed as 'restraints'. Similarly, the hurt/comfort trope has not been included, as it is more of a staple 'genre' of whump.
The vote will be open until the 24th of July
Happy whumping!
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2024 TROPE VOTING IS OPEN!
Hello everyone, thank you for your patience! The Trope Voting period is finally open.
The link is above so please take the time to vote for your favourite!
Closing day is the 24th December - to give me chance to work out the numbers and produce the official list before January!
Please remember that the tropes are inclusive - this means that they can mean more than just the surface level meaning!
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harpieisthecarpie · 8 days
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The Importantest Poll of All Time
Reblog so this useless poll gets more votes!!!
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bdoubleowo · 1 year
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i do not get the insistence that tumblr sexymen “gotta be pathetic” like. not. really??? bill cipher and sans undertale, classic sexymen who are known for being incredibly overpowered. wheatley and onceler, characters who started off a litte/very pathetic and grew to be overpowered. There is perhaps an aspect of patheticness, especially angst, but they tend to have genuine power behind it.
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anglerflsh · 11 months
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whoever had the brilliant idea to make me obsess over this wretch of a man should be taken out and shot, by the way. It was me, but, nevertheless
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Something really good has happened to me, and I had to share. I met another writer on AO3 because they commented on one of my fics over a year ago, and we've been talking for a month and a half now about everything. We're so compatible, it's scary, and I don't want to jinx it, but I think I just got a girlfriend, everyone. @muppmeep2
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sailorstarr-chan4 · 1 year
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Idk about you guys, but I have at LEAST 3 👀
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Snapped - Part 1
Mech’s not sure why the aftermath of this mission is hitting him so hard, but he’s doing his best to calm down when Gwen’s presence shatters his control. Now it’s a count down to see if he can figure out how to put a stop to the instincts and hormones that are running wild inside him—before he does something they’ll both regret.
Science fiction, alien romance, male alien x female human
Story Status: COMPLETE
AO3: Snapped Chapter 1
Part 1 [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4 - NSFW]
Mech’s working on one of the control panels in the main cavity of the ship where he can hear the sounds that reassure him he’s back home—that they all are.
The distant voices of the others getting ready to go out, the whoosh of air through the vents, the clang of distant machinery are usually comforting, but tonight even they can’t fully sooth him, not after such a close call.
He keeps having to take deep breaths, keeps having to stop the black spines which line his back from flaring sharply in agitation. He’s even having trouble stopping the venom from gathering in his mouth and at the glans at the base of his claws, which keep wanting to extend. His body is too convinced there’s still a threat he needs to be ready to fight off to relax.
The distant voices of the others getting ready to go out, the whoosh of air through the vents, the clang of distant machinery are usually comforting, but tonight even they can’t fully sooth him, not after such a close call.
He keeps having to take deep breaths, keeps having to stop the black spines which line his back from flaring sharply in agitation. He’s even having trouble stopping the venom from gathering in his mouth and at the glans at the base of his claws, which keep wanting to extend. His body is too convinced there’s still a threat he needs to be ready to fight off to relax.
Graviels’ have a contradictory reputation of being both emotionless and berserkers, fueled by their planet’s history of controlling its citizens chemically. Having only dismantled that system of tight control a generation and a half ago, the teachings and beliefs are still prominent, just without the chemical suppressants and with a slightly laxer rule set. However, all have found their emotions and instincts too difficult to control at times after so long with something else doing that for them. Some graviels, especially those who went off world on their own, simply gave themselves over to such impulses.
Mech is usually pretty good at keeping himself under control, having found a good balance for himself of letting him feel those emotions without surrendering to them—or letting others see how they affect him. Still, usually a round of meditation and deliberately calmer tasks—necessary, low stress, rather boring ones—are enough to get him feeling back to normal.
This time though…
This time, nearly a full day later, he continues to be actively trying to push from the forefront of his mind how Gwen felt in his arms, limp and still. He’d been captured first and the way they had thrown her in however much longer later, unresponsive and unmoving, plagues his every other thought. She already worries him with that strange human mix of fragility and resilience. Able to withstand so much, but just as liable to be broken by something inconsequential like the rest of her vexing, paradoxical species.
Mech had scooped her up as soon as he’d been sure the guards were gone and dragged her to the corner of the room where the speaker couldn’t pick up sound. Tried to do what he could to make her comfortable and bandaged anything he could, as best he could. Hoping his warmth and knowing a friend was there would stop any panic when she awoke.
The sight of her light brown eyes blinking up at him had sent the strongest jolt of relief and dread down his spine. It’d been so long since he cared about someone enough for such a simple gesture to mean so much. His reaction, his relief, terrified him because he could no longer pretend or ignore what she was to him. And yet he hadn’t been able to resist the smile he’d given her in return when he saw something similar, some relief close to his own reflected back in her eyes.
She’d smiled despite her injuries and it had taken all he had to calmly relate what had happened to him since he’d been separated from the group. Limiting himself to light strokes of her hair, her arms, needing that physical reassurance even after checking her for injuries. She had reciprocated, passing the time listening to him by playing connect the dots with his black speckles, until she filled him in on what had happened with her and the others.
They’d formulated the next part of their plan quietly, practically talking into each other’s ears as they lay curled up in the corner together. They’d had to make escapes before or plans on the fly or fight their way back to the others—but it had been rare they were in such a tight spot and injured as they were.
But they made it fine, in the end. He tries to replace the sense memory of her limp body with the feeling of her hand in his, of her body braced behind her smuggled shield protecting them both from that missile after they escaped the cell. Of their reunion with the rest of the crew, of the ship still whole.
It's difficult though, when the ghost of her injured form still haunts him so persistently. 
He blinks and the image is gone, replaced with the wires he’s working on instead. His right hand is clenched around the edge of the panel, nearly denting it—his red skin made paler from his tight grip, the black splotch on the back of his hand standing out darker than usual in contrast. He lets go immediately, running his fingers more gently over the metal to check for damage.
After assessing it’s unbent, he drops his hand and runs the other through his black hair. He attempts to distract himself by wondering if it's time to cut his hair from just above his shoulders to closer to his eyeline, but settles for just tying part of it back so it’s out of his face.
Maybe he should go down, further into the bowels of the ship. Usually the main deck is more soothing because of the others around, but he thinks that some isolation might do him so good—especially if he’s going to be getting lost in his thoughts so obviously. 
Sure enough, only a moment later, he hears the others begin to gather behind him in the main area by the door. 
He knows they’ve stopped at this port for a reason. Finest taverns and dancehalls for miles around. They each deal with their leftover adrenaline from such a narrow escape differently. He’s channeling his into patch jobs for the ship. He knows Lara’s off training with some sparring program, Jace is running laps, and Tee is in deep meditation somewhere precarious. The rest of the crew, excluding himself of course, is going out—for drinks and dancing and companionship. 
Everyone trying to remind themselves that they’re alive in their own way.
It's practically a routine at this point, he reminds himself. They’ve been on dozens of missions just as close. Closer even. 
So why is something about this time so different? So unshakeable?
He can always sense when Gwen’s near—can’t even begin to remember when that started—but it’s so strong this time. He knows with complete certainty when she steps over the threshold into the room. It’s like they’re reaching out to each other despite the distance, despite the spanner in his hand and the favorite silver clutch that must be in hers. 
Slowly, like a condemned man, he braces himself on his hands before pulling back from the wall and the panel he’d been futilely trying to work on. With unerring accuracy, he turns his head smoothly.
His eyes met hers in an instant and he feels it.
Snap.
Her eyes widen slightly, like there was a physical sound to accompany the sensation. He’s almost sure there wasn’t—certainly no one else is saying anything. The rushing he hears is surely the blood pumping through his veins and not auditory to any one but him. Same for how his heart pounds, tension tightening its way through his every nerve. None of them seem to notice the way the atmosphere is heavier, thicker. Sounds seem louder. They grate on him. Everything around him suddenly chafes against his very being—everything except her.
“Gwen,” he says without even realizing he was going to speak as he straightens up. His clear voice rings across the space, cuts through the other’s chatter. His eyes drag down her form. Instead of her usual baggy uniform of cargo pants and a long-sleeved top—as suited to their traveling, casual lifestyle as his own black tank top and dark gray pants are—she’s in a dress. 
It’s light blue, with a pattern of swirls of dark blue and silver all over it. The flowy skirt looks like it’ll flare as she spins in a dance. The top part of the dress looks like thick sashes tied around her chest and behind her neck. He doubts she’s got much on under it—the lines would show. There’s a strip of her midriff bared, showing off the delicate ring she has there. The whole dress looks like one tug would leave her bare. 
The idea of someone else’s hands on her, even in a friendly dance, makes bloodlust fog his vision, makes the spines on his back flare. He ruthlessly smoothes them back down.
His voice manages surprisingly well to not betray any of his sudden turmoil when he continues, “You can’t go out tonight.”
Her brow furrows, the others stop talking immediately—they must finally sense something’s wrong too. They normally never shut up that easily. “Why not?” she asks, but there’s no outrage to it, not the way there had been when he used to order her about. He’s long broken himself of the habit—she never listened anyway and most of the time was right not to, no matter the experience he’s got on her. She can tell when he’s messing about or too far up his own ass–and when he’s dead serious long before the others can. 
“Need you to stay here,” is all he says. His fingers clench around the metal tool in his hand and it bends. It’s taking everything in him not to pull her in his arms this second, not to finally taste her. 
He drops the wrench with a muted clang.
“There a problem?” Gwen asks, frowning in concern. And does her voice sound a little breathier than usual? Must be his fevered thinking.
“Yeah,” he admits because he can’t deny it, not to her. He’ll say whatever he needs to in order to get her to stay. “Need your help.” His tail is holding the panel shut, while he re-secures the panel he’d been working on with one hand without looking. Wild veruden raiders couldn’t pull his focus away from Gwen.
“What’s wrong?” Captain Staci looks between them, alarm growing on her face and he remembers the others once again.
“None of your business,” he replies sharply before he presses his lips together. Shouldn’t have said that. 
“Want to try that again?” He can’t look away from Gwen, but he knows Staci’s got her frills up if her voice is any indication, reminding him that talking to her like that is a very thin line to tread.
“Sorry, Captain,” he says, trying hard to think through the pounding of his blood, the hormones dumping into his system. He needs Staci to head out, but he also needs her to let Gwen stay back, so she can’t be too angry or worried. “Personal problem,” he manages, sticking to short sentences as he tries to find the right combination of words. “Ships fine. We’re fine. Need Gwen though.”
“Alright,” Gwen says, a little slowly, but she knows he wouldn’t ask for her help without reason. Knows he would never admit to a ‘personal problem’ without it being a big one. She’s aware of exactly how private he is. Respects it. 
Part of why she’s his favorite.
“Gw—” Harry speaks up that time, but Gwen cuts him off before Mech has to. He’s never liked Harry, too flirtatious and cavalier by far, with a liking for Gwen that makes Mech jealous even on a good day, no matter how illogical.
“It’s fine,” she looks away from Mech to give Harry a reassuring smile. He knows she’s doing it because she’s agreeing to stay back with him, but he hates that she’s even looking at someone else. 
This is worse than I realized, he thinks as he drops his remaining tools back into their box a little too roughly.
He methodically packs everything up, trying to pull himself under control, while she reassures and jokes with the others. By the time he’s walking over to her, she’s waving them out.
She looks up at him with a wry smirk. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong now that the peanut gallery is gone?” 
Under her posturing, he can tell she’s worried for him. Makes everything inside burn brighter for her. He appreciates the attempt at levity for all it’s not actually doing much good. He opens his mouth and all the things he keeps locked up tight the rest of the time, all the things that he wants to say to her, about her and what she means to him and how she makes him feel, threaten to pour out. He closes his mouth again before grunting, “Medbay.”
She blinks up at him and he sees true concern blossom on her face. “Mech…”
Gwen reaches out and he can’t let her touch him right now. He’d never let go. Mech stalks out of her reach, wondering if she’ll follow. Praying she won’t. Praying she will.
She’s always had too much faith in him. 
She follows.
[Part 2]
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Round Two!
It’s officially time to VOTE for Round Two of TROPED Madness 4.0! The structure is simple! Our eight writers have been paired up in four head-to-head brackets, and it’s your job to chose who moves forward to the Quarter Final Round, and who gets CHOPPED! For the brackets, please select the one (1) fic that best used the prompt {Fantasy + First Pet Story + Revenge}! The writers with the winning fics will move forward!!
Additionally, we ask you to rank the eight submissions in a seperate question! Please rank the eight (8) fics, first (1) being your top choice, and eight (8) being your last choice! This will help us to decide who is the top of our next bracket!
You can vote here:
The eight fics that we received for this round can be found below, or on AO3 here! Each fic follows the theme [Fantasy], includes the tropes [First Pet Story] and [Revenge], and have included the character [Lincoln kom Trikru (The 100)]! When you vote, please be sure to take into consideration the USE of all these elements, because, as with all other TROPED events, the purpose is to select the authors who best utilize the requirements!
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karma is a cat (purring in my lap cause it loves me) (Rated T) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: Once upon a time, Octavia would have been happy with getting a pet kitten from her brother for her birthday. Thrilled, even. But that was before a hydra attacked their apartment, and she and Bellamy were whisked away to a summer camp because apparently their dads were gods? Now, her pet aspirations were more along the lines of unicorns and chimeras and hyrdas. Cool, tough pets that a daughter of the God of War could ride into battle.
So the fact that her brother still bought her a fucking kitten? Well, who to better help with taking revenge on Bellamy than a son of Nemesis herself?
These golden ashes (turn to dirt) (Rated T) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: In the Kingdom of Arkadia to be born with Magic is a death sentence. For this reason, when Aurora Blake gives birth to a daughter of fire, she makes the choice to hide her away. But those that burn cannot be contained for long.
When Octavia has had enough, she runs to the forbidden Wood. It is here she meets her destiny. And, in doing so, makes her plan for something she has dreamed of most of her life.
Revenge
Your blood is calling, Calling my name out (Rated G) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: “You have to carry on,” she says, tone harder.
Lincoln sighs. “Not like this, Octavia. Never like this,” he says.
Breathin' Fire (Rated M) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: AU Canon Divergent short story whereby Lincoln's darling pet makes a terrible mistake, sparking a chain of events that changes his life forever.
Beware The Wild Rushes (Rated M) [The 100 - Lincoln & Luna]
Summary: Lincoln knew there was a reason he never liked the ocean. Now he and Luna are trapped in a world that shouldn't exist, with a new pet that definitely shouldn't exist.
Everything is totally fine. Maybe. Sort of. Yeah, it's pretty much the weirdest day he's ever had.
The Fairy Ring (Rated T) [The 100 - Lincoln & Anya]
Summary: For as long as he can remember, Lincoln has been fascinated by the fairy ring in the woods beyond his village.
For as long as he's known her, Anya has mocked his interest in the ring.
i just want to know you better (Rated T) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: The upstairs is both simple – just a bed, night table, and wardrobe, with a small shower and washbasin in the corner – and remarkable – all the furniture is growing out of the walls and floor! The showerhead is a living flower!
Octavia’s widened eyes suddenly narrow as another question pops into her head. “There’s no toilet,” she says. “Do faeries, like. Do you not poop?”
As soon as the words have left her mouth, she wishes she could take them back. That was a bit much, even if it is a perfectly reasonable question, it’s not really an attractive one.
But Lincoln just tips his head back and laughs. Octavia realizes she’s not sure if she’s ever seen him laugh before – not for her or for anyone else. He’s sweet, and she’s certainly earned enough of his smiles, but his laugh… it makes her stomach flip, and suddenly she doesn’t regret the stupid question at all.
Or, Octavia has already captured Lincoln's heart -- but can she capture his cat's?
we did our best (and we will again) (Rated G) [The 100 - Lincoln x Octavia]
Summary: “If you want to help me, you can start by letting me go.”
Lincoln sighs, dropping the spoon. “And then?”
Her blue eyes flash. Then the anger fades. “You’re right. If you let me go, I’ll kill you. That’s the way it has to end. For one of us, at least.”
Lincoln lifts the spoon to her mouth. After a moment, reluctantly, she drinks. They do this in silence until the soup is gone. He can see in her eyes that she’s ashamed, that she feels weak, powerless. So he gives her an offering, the only one he can think of. “My name,” he says, “is Lincoln.”
She looks at him, and is he dreaming or is there a ghost of a smile in her eyes? “I’m Octavia.”
or, linctavia au in which everything is (mostly) the same except lincoln has a dragon and octavia wants to kill it
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seasonal-obsession · 10 months
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There are a lot of ways fanfiction authors rewrite IT chapter 2,
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whumptober · 5 months
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The Results Are In!
Hi all, remember the trope vote we did in July? Well, now the event is coming to a close, we wanted to share some of the statistics!
So out of the 1526 responses to the 223 tropes:
The TOP 10 most voted for tropes were:
Collapsing/Fainting/Passing Out: 974 votes [Day One]
“I'm Fine”: 951 votes [Day Fifteen]
Hidden Illness/Injury/Scars: 920 votes [Day Fifteen/Twenty-Seven]
Ignoring An Injury/Illness: 887 votes [Day Fifteen/Twenty-Four]
Bleeding Through Bandages: 875 votes [Day Twelve/Fifteen]
Not Realizing They’re Injured: 863 votes [Day Fifteen]
Passing Out From Pain: 860 votes [Day One/Twenty-Six]
Touch Starved/Touch Aversion: 855 votes [Day Seventeen]
Emotional Angst: 818 votes [Day Nineteen/Twenty-Four]
Fatigue/Exhaustion: 807 votes [Day Twelve/Twenty-Six]
And the LEAST 3 voted for were:
Rejection: 205 votes
Cardiac Arrest: 156 votes [Day Sixteen]
Sunburn AND Reluctant Whumper: 146 votes [Alternatives List]
How the prompts list came to be:
From the trope vote, we took from the very top of the list so that we could include the most popular tropes. We also took some of the least voted for tropes to challenge participants outside of their comfort zone, which included the trope Reluctant Whumper, which was our least voted for trope along with Sunburn.
We chose the rest of the tropes from across the list, and also included some suggestions that were submitted by participants. Some of the names of tropes were altered to create more of a provoking prompt for creators to work with, and also to avoid too many duplicates from previous prompt lists. For example, 'Passing Out' became 'Swooning' on day one for a light-hearted start to the event. We also wanted to add a couple of unconventional items to help inspire out of the box thinking. While scented candles, journals and bouquets are traditionally 'comfort' items, it has been truly interesting to see how people have taken the comfort and twisted it to their own whumpy desires.
After the tropes were picked, we assigned them lyrics which would become the days 'theme', and then applied a line of dialogue and an object to it. It took some consideration to fit the right lyrics to the correct tropes, whereas adding dialogue to the tropes was arguably the easiest.
We are very proud with how the prompts list has turned out, and we have been blown away with the positivity and warm welcome we have received - thank you all very much. It has been amazing to see what everyone has been making this month based on our prompt list!
We have more to come, so stay tuned!
Mods Yenn, Kitty, Vanne and Surro
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Are you ready for the reveal of the trope list for 2024?
Here it is! (albeit a little later than intended).
Angst with Happy Ending Idiots in Love Friends to Lovers Hurt/Comfort Touch-Starved Canon Divergent Bed Sharing Fake Married for a Case Empty Rescue Wing Fic Enemies to Lovers Fake Dating Case Fic Soulmates Witch Magic or Curses Secret Relationship Roommates Amnesia Two-Person Love Triangle Canon Compliant Cowboy!AU/Ranch Omegaverse Established Relationship Fluff Firsts BDSM Single parent AU Coffee Shop AU Murder Husbands Whump Cabin Fic
If you have any questions about the tropes (and their definitions), don't hesitate to ask! Of course, ask away about anything else too!
Submissions will open tomorrow (2nd January!)
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superblysubpar · 6 months
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The Final Girls
Who will be shelved and who will be getting an extended rental?
Another part of "Bodybag" will be released for each girl tomorrow at noon (central time) and you'll have one week to vote. Remember, whoever receives an extended rental will face the winner of "Simply The Best" - which you can vote for here. Details for the Trope or Treat Madness can be found here. Choose wisely! -Superbly Subpar
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broitsf-ckingfreezing · 7 months
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So my We Need to Talk About The Jedi Eldritch Jedi fic is being written, but there are so many things I want to do! I need help deciding!
I want to start with ya boi Qui, since I love him as a character and as a Jedi (Qui-Gon Bashers can fuck right off my blog, thanks), and this will determine his role as a central presence!
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