Since April I started working on 2 fluff bingo cards provided by @flufftober and this month I finally completed them!

Card A:

Card B (Kisses Edition):

Below are the prompts listed as seen on the cards, along with the associated fandom and relationships. Also a note, the checkmarks indicate when I used Card B as alt prompts :3

wrote a tiny fanfiction! the prompt is "enjoying a lazy day", and it's about John and AJ's 2016 rivalry because I am very excited to see it rekindled for Crown Jewel haha. and now I got a bingo!

@sapphic-september Day 22 (Millennium) & Day 27 (Holy)

@flufftober Fluff Bingo (Kisses): Goodbye kiss

You were raised to uphold the expectations of your clan: to be the next Impa, advisor to the Princess, holder of the Sheikah secrets and techniques—a guard and guide for those destined for greatness.

Your sole duty was to protect her—offering guidance, growing old beside her, hidden in the shadows and away from divinity’s judgments. You are the shadow to her holiness, the dagger to hold for when the shield fails his duty. 

But above all else, you are a teenager in love. You are in love with someone you can never embrace, can never kiss, and cherish. You are in love with the princess, someone forbidden but desired all the same. 

Hell has broken through the cracks of ancient wisdom and you know—with all of your clan’s knowledge—that you are about to lose your world. There’s no time, and it’s almost cruel, but you kiss her.

You kiss her goodbye because it’s the end of the world. You kiss her goodbye, praying for the Hero to wake, for the world to be saved before everything is lost.

@sapphic-september Day 20: Lighthouse

@flufftober Fluff Bingo (Kisses): Kiss on the cheek

@fourseasonsbingo Card A: Snorkeling || Prompt List

Dohna watches on the shoreline as her girlfriend swims in the water, sun on her back as the rays dry her swimsuit, the salty water cooling her where she waits. A bag hangs on her shoulder, full of pretty seashells they’ve found during their walk across the beach.

She watches as a pink tube bobs in the waves, occasionally sinking before coming back up. Dohna loves Zelda's inquisitive nature, but how can she be comfortable that far away from shore? It keeps baffling Dohna. Not to mention Zedla’s determination to find crabs and carry them back to show her….or the occasional attempt at petting some poor fish swimming by.

The murmur of the ongoing traffic behind her became a peaceful background for Dohna, with seagulls calling in the sky, and the periodic shout from a victim whose food was stolen. It’s not often Dohna comes to the lighthouse; not one to find much interest in the sea or seafood, but Zelda loves visiting.

Dohna can never refuse when Zelda asks her to come, especially when she kisses Dohna’s cheek and smiles up at her with bright, sparkling eyes.

There’s the sound of a splash near her, and when Dohna looks, she’s greeted with the sight of the sun personified. Zelda beams, waving as she swims. Her hair lies flat and tangled from the current, pale skin pinking from the sun, and her eyes rival the blue from the sea surrounding them; bright and playful. The water sparkles around her, and Dohna's shiver is not just from the breeze.

“Are you ready to head out?” Zelda asks as she exits the water, grabbing the towel Dohna provides to dry her hair and skin. “I think I saw that the smoothie shop is open today.”

Dohna looks at her fondly. “I’m only ready if you are,” she shakes the bag in emphasis, heart fluttering at the embarrassed blush the action results. Naturally, she has to kiss the look away, because she truly loves collecting little trinkets such as shells with Zelda.

@metamyweek Day 1: Art

@flufftober Fluff Bingo: Enjoying a Lazy Day

This is my first time writing a STH fic, and it's Metamy! How exciting!

Metal does not see the value in art. They perceive no meaning in the lines and colors, no value in the still pictures. Art is mundane and a waste of time that can be spent on anything else.

But Amy enjoys it, spending weekends staring at a canvas and giving it "life" with paint and pen. Metal doesn't care for art, but they care for Amy.

It’s been a quiet week. Amy says she is almost done with a painting she’s been working on for the past month, making it clear that Metal can’t see it until she says it's complete.

Not that Metal cares; instead, they are content to sit across from Amy as she works. As the day progresses, they remind Amy to take breaks; bringing food and drinks for her, their feet clanking loudly to alert her of their approach. It’s cute how she scrambles to cover the canvas, and sometimes Metal will find paint on her fur from her hasty moves.

Metal spends the majority of their time tinkering with parts of their body. Sometimes they’ll read something Shadow or Tails mention they might enjoy; books on the classification of birds or the history of engines, nonfiction that further adds to their database. They enjoy building their database on things other than statistics on combat, and though others give them weird looks every time they bring out an encyclopedia, Amy always gives them a soft smile and asks what section they're on.

They sit on a blanket right now, a book on hummingbirds on their lap, and a picnic basket in the middle of everything, filled with muffins and cookies. Amy is across from them, crumbs on her face with blue and green paint on her forearm. It’s a bright day today, and the sunlight makes her look ethereal, highlighting the white and peach fur that blends into pink.

@tropetember Day 9: 3+1

@flufftober Fluff Bingo Prompt: Direction

1.

“Why can’t you just admit we’re lost?” Tubbo asks calmly as he kicks a pinecone, one hand scratching a mosquito bite while the other one swings the basket full of berries.

Tommy stomps ahead of him, red tail flickering side to side and ears pinned down. “Because we’re not!” He spins around to face Tubbo, and the goat hybrid simply raises an eyebrow at him. 

The imp huffs at him, pointing. “See, we’ve passed this tree before!”

“Tommy, all the trees look the same.”

Tommy sighs with all the dramatics possible for an imp, body sagging fully into Tubbo’s side, not caring as he stumbles from the abrupt weight. “You have no faith in me Tubbo. Tubso. Bee boy.”

“Oh, now you’re being like this on purpose.” Tubbo brings out a compass Phil gave him before they left, and goes right.

“Being like what?!” Tommy shrieks behind him. 

2.

Tubbo can’t see out of his left eye anymore, and while he usually doesn’t mind Tommy guiding him around, he also doesn’t want to deal with Wilbur’s bad mood about being late again.

“How are you always getting us lost?” He deadpans as Tommy looks around, a familiar dumb goldfish stare slapped across his face.

Tommy’s ear flicks, and Tubbo can’t help but stare at the broken red horn. “It’s not my fault all the trees and shit look the same.”

“Tommy, Techno literally made markers just for you.”

“Ugh,” Tommy groans out, tail lashing out. “If you know the way, why don’t you lead us then!”

“I can’t see, you dickhead!” Tubbo slaps Tommy in the arm, not feeling guilty in any way as the imp hisses. 

They walk in silence for a bit before Tommy makes a high-pitched clicking noise, tugging Tubbo back and forth. “I see the marker, ok, ok. Uh, we go…we go right?”

Tubbo’s response is automatic. “Left.”

Two squares completed this week for the @flufftober's Bingo Task card!

I finally completed my oneshot soulmate AU for Brady Tkachuk/Quinn Hughes posted here (was a WIP from January):

@zelinkcommunity's Zelink Week 2025 Day 2: Wish

@flufftober Fluff Bingo Prompt: Birthday

Pre-canon SS Zelink, as a lil treat 💖

If there’s ever a moment Zelda wishes she could stop time so she can have a moment to treasure it for longer, it’s right now.

Link laughs as she pulls him into the dance, dirty blond hair glowing golden, and the candle light brightens his eyes. His skin is hot and red, long ears fanning in an attempt to cool down, and he’s the most beautiful man she’s ever seen. 

The music washes over them, and Zelda’s hair whips around her as she pulls them into a twirl. Her dress swishes with the movements, steps light as they circle a trail between the tables of Lumpy Pumpkin. 

People are clapping in tune with Kina’s singing, cheers and laughter loud in the room, and spices waft from the kitchen. Her eyes are only on Link, to the scrunch of his nose, to the sparkle in his eyes, to his dazzling smile and the smooth curve of muscles hiding beneath a loose-fitting shirt.

Zelda trails her hands over Link’s arms and shoulders before circling around his neck, pulling him closer with a giddy sound. She’s feeling bold, acting like this around him, but she’s hoping the joyful and energetic atmosphere will distract the cute airhead.

“Thank you,” she whispers into his ear as he spins them again. “For today.”