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Frozen x Beauty & The Beast Yuletide Exchange 2024

It's happening! And sign-ups open soon, so mark your calendars.

Sign-Ups Open: Friday 9/13 (if not sooner)

Sign-Ups Close: Monday 10/7

Assignments Out: 10/8 (or as sooner)

Assignments Due: Monday 12/23

For those who don't know, the Yuletide Exchange is an annual event for Frozen and Beauty & the Beast fans to create and gift fan works to fellow Frozen and/or BATB creators. This means writers, artists, mood board enthusiasts, etc. How it works: everyone who would like to create/receive a fan work will sign up on AO3, stating what kind of gift you'd like to receive and what kind of work you'd like to create. More details to come!

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I know it seems early considering it's only September, but we wanted to give the creators time to work on their creations. Fall is a busy time, what with October festivities and Nanowrimo, so we hope it will be enough time so more people are able to sign up. We're also not going to be hosting any other fall events this year, though @firawren is hosting a BATB event this month, so please message her for more details if you're interested. (BATB Week)

PLEASE REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN GET READY TO PARTICIPATE!!! Please and thank you :)

DM me or co-mod @paigebstorey if you have any questions.

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Not so much a writing prompt but an idea I'd like to see in a story: completely unrelated alien species keep managing to evolve into Humans, much like crabs, and the galaxy/unuverse getting increasingly annoyed about it

Writing prompt: tomorrow, it's discovered no other known galaxy has any planets whatsoever, just stars. Shortly after, planets in our own galaxy begin vanishing.

Prompt;

In the episode Gideon rises, when everything goes wrong. The twins are going to go home, Soos and Wendy are out of work, and Stan is losing the only people that care about him, and the chance to get his brother back.

Tw; suicidal thoughts and plans under the cut.

Stan’s in shambles. He’s lost the only people that make his stupid life worth living. He’s back to being homeless. He’s old, he doesn’t think he can go through that again. So, he plans on ending it all once the twins get on the bus to go back home. The night he plans on doing it, unfortunately, his plans get cut short when Bill shows up.

Alternatively;

Stan goes to Fiddleford.

Yada, yada, you guys do the rest. Anyway, it’s just an idea if any of you want it!

Prompt: Hemoglobin

@basement-boy

He drew the blade across his wrist with a small gasp of pain. He was young, and he was new to this. Perhaps he’d hide his youth behind stubble, the beginnings of a beard, but I have spent too long in this universe to be fooled by such a simple trick.

The room was in disarray, with tomes of daemonic names, magic spells and rituals lying open or even with pages ripped out. On the north side of the room, there was a desk covered in notes, with a single candle dripping wax to provide some meager light in the beginnings of twilight outside the window. The center of the room, carved into the wood floor and then traced with chalk was a hexagram, encircled by runes and the names of angels in Enochian. Anabiel. Gabriel. Sammiel. Names to guard against the thing he was summoning. Me.

He began the ritual as his blood dripped into a bowl on the southern side of the pentagram, and his whisperings caused the room to go cold and the wind to pick up through the window on the eastern side of the room, scattering papers and blowing out the candle. The room filled with shadow, despite the sun merely beginning to set.

“I summon thee, Okiabec, in the name of angels and by the six-pointed star. I summon thee, Okiabec, in the names of the Lord and the name of the Devil. El, Jah, Lucifer, Shaitan, I summon thee in these names. Appear and be bound, Okiabec, I command thee in the names of Metatron, Mikhael, Uriel, the watchers of the gate. I command thee in the name of the fallen; the many names of the Grigori, and the names of the Seraphs. Appear, Okiabec.”

When the words were completed, I appeared, as he said. Not that I had ability to avoid the summons. For his youth, the boy was skilled. I took the form of a draconian humanoid, naked, with black scales and a crown of horns growing in a ring around his forehead. In my right hand I held a curved khopesh blade, and in my left I held a net. Not that this form was corporeal.

Pointing the blade at the boy, I growled out a response to his summons in guttural, unearthly tones. “I am Okiabec, the spirit of disease. I fought besides the Morningstar when he stormed heaven, I was at his side when he forged Hell from the nether. I was there when man stepped from the light and left the garden, I was there when Moshe plagued Egypt; I have wrought destruction in my wake for untold Aeons. What makes you think you can summon me and control me?”

The boy was shivering in his monk robes, and I could tell he was not truly prepared for this. But, he would not relent his control. Which was good for him, I suppose, but his weakness was allowing me to gain ground in the battle of wills that was my tether to this mortal plane.

“I command thee to destroy the house of Osha, the worm who has dishonored me,” he barked, or rather, squeaked.

I laughed, a haughty, raucous sound that sounded less human and more like the squawking of a murder of crows. “And in return for this, what will you give me, boy? For such a task, an exchange of great value must be made.”

“I will give you the riches of the house of Ibrahim!”

I laughed anew, this time with more sincerity. “Mortal riches have no sway over me, boy of house Ibrahim. And this you should know.”

“I will give you the lives of our herds! Ten by ten cows, fifteen by fifteen chickens, four by four hounds!”

I growled. I grew bored of this game. “No riches will please me. No number of wretched beasts will sate my desires. You know but one thing you possess and can give me will make me obey you.”

The winds die, and the candle lights anew. “Give me your soul, boy of Ibrahim. Give me your immortal soul and I will serve you for twelve times twelve years, and raise the house of Ibrahim to the heights of greatness. Bring your foes to heel. End your enemies, not by honorable combat, but through the darkness. Disease will eat their pale humours and reduce them to beasts who grovel in your wake; give me your soul, and their riches will be yours. Nothing more and nothing less will satisfy me.”

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Writing Prompt #31

"Either you put on the furry ears, or this mission will be a bust."

Writing Prompt #30

At a young age, you were cursed to be forgotten y all those you encountered.

Which is honestly great seeing as you're the most wanted robber in the country.

Writing Prompt #29

"How's sleeping beauty now that he's finally woken up?"

"Dude, you literally hit me in the head with a baseball bat!"

Writing Prompt #28

She knew falling asleep on the bus would be a bad idea, but she never imagined that the last stop would lead her to a fairy den.

Writing Prompt #27

"The gods want a sacrifice? Fine. Give them my middle finger and tell 'em to shove it."

Writing Prompt #26

Want to know why it is called a crush? It's because if it is unrequited, it will destroy you from the inside out.

Writing Prompt #25

-Breaking News-

Your OC has just been elected as the new President!

Seeing as public opinion is currently in their favor, what is their first action as the leader of the nation?

Writing Prompt #24

Congratulations Patient [Redacted]...

After 17 long years with us, you are ready to be let out into society!

We have equipped you with a supply bag and a weapon, as well as a bottle of your medicine. No refills once you leave, though.

All of us will miss you, but we will be sure to leave your room as you left it in the event that you need to return.

Good luck, and don't die out there!

Writing Prompt #23

"Here's the deal: For every prisoner you lost tonight, I will cut off a finger as punishment."

Well shit, he was going to need more fingers.

Writing Prompt #22

The Protagonist is taking care of their crush, who has come down with a cold. A few minutes after giving them cold medicine, the Protagonist checks on them, only to be dragged down onto the bed, have hands clumsily squishing their cheeks, and their sleepy crush slur out, "You're really pretty. Makes me want to kiss you."

And then they konk out right there, leaving the Protagonist a blushy mess to tuck them back into bed.

Writing Prompt #21

Take your story, protagonist, or whatever you decide, and write a scenario of the exact opposite. Let's see hero's become villains, dragons becoming knights, romances turning into horror, etc.

Go wild!

Writing Prompt #20

For nearly 30 years, you have been searching for your friend, but with no luck. You've tried the beach, the local carnival, amusement parks, concerts, and more. Every time you feel as if you've seen them, they disappear once again

The 35th anniversary is fast approaching, and still you cannot find them.

"Where are you, Waldo?"

Writing Prompt #19

After a long night of patrol, the Hero goes to see their Doctor to be patched up. However, by the time they arrive, Doc has not answered their text, nor is waiting for them as usual. But the door is unlocked.

As silently as possible, the Hero sneaks into the office, waiting for an attack. None happens.

Searching around, the Hero finds the Doc's office with the door closed, yet light illuminating from it and silent murmuring coming from inside

In true savior nature, the Hero bursts into the room, ready to attack. But instead of a scene where Doc has been held against their will, they are instead met with Doc tending to Villains wounds and making light banter.

Writing Prompt #18

"Ah, the fall of [protagonist name]."

"No... I've been falling since the beginning. This is merely the rise, even if it does mean the end."

Writing Prompt #17

The villain has the hero pinned down, the timer running out on the nuclear bomb set to go off.

"Why?" the hero tearfully asks, unable to do anything in their state except pray for a miracle, "Why do you want to destroy the world?"

"I don't want to destroy the world. I just want us to be the only two in it."

The timer goes off.

Writing Prompt #16

People start to know your name when you're the villain of their story...

Writing Prompt #15

The protagonist is a complete germaphobe. Before they do remotely anything, they have to wash their hands. Every weekend, they have a cleaning purge of their house to the point where one can eat on the floor. And they absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, cannot stand to be around sick people.

Which makes things very complicated when their best friend/lover comes down with a fever.

Writing Prompt #14

As the youngest sibling of the family, your brother has a job and is rarely home. Yet, each week an envelope of money finds its way under your door, meant to be used for whatever you want.'

When your brother is home, your family tries to inquire about his job, only to be met with lame excuses and awkward laughs.

Tired of being left in the dark, you follow your brother to his workplace, expecting some sort of drug dealer or multi-millionaire CEO...

Only to find he works as a maid at a cat cafe.

Writing Prompt #13

"I don't believe in your cause. But I'm going to support you in this fight, because I believe in you. So don't screw it up."

Writing Prompt #12

"But-"

"But what?! Huh!?"

"...But you're everyone's enemy... even your own."

Writing Prompt #11

Events seemed to repeat and overlap, yet time kept ticking onward.

Over and over, the same scenarios played out, but the hour never turned back. Only forward.

What kind of purgatory was this?

Writing Prompt #10

You don't tame the Beast.

The Beast tames you.

Writing Prompt #9

"You talk as if you're in a goddamn 80s fantasy movie."

Writing Prompt #8

"I despise having to take orders from you."

"Well, that's what you get for being in debt to a mafia leader," she pointedly remarked, closing the car door and strutting towards the hotel entrance.

Writing Prompt #7

"More dangers lurk in the dark than they realize, my Queen."