#mwwf

No, no one's ever ready for this.

Have you ever wanted to write (or draw) a woman like a straight white man would?! Well, now you can! Join us for the Men Writing Women Fest, guaranteed to make your breasts smile. Boobily breast your way to the fest!

Claiming opens this Friday, 23rd January, and entries are due 1st March (Sunday). Must be a member of the WRoR discord. More details on AO3! (PLEASE NOTE: You can technically claim a prompt now, because we wanted you to see what they were beforehand. Some of them are a bit long, so it would be way too much to post all of them here before we open. We won't accept any claims until THIS FRIDAY, 23rd JANUARY 11AM EST. Thank you! And sorry about the confusion!)

We were originally going to announce tomorrow, but since AO3 is down most of the day, we're giving people a little bit more time to scope out the prompts. 🫠

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/2026MWWF

[ Melted Wings of Wax and Feathers ]

- The beautiful art by @pepperoni-bread can be found here.

"And there he fell, without grace and without glory.

He cried out, reaching to the heavens. "Help me, father."

But of course Chuck did nothing to help the dying angel. Poisoned by his hamartia. Wings and wax melted from flying too close to the sun.

Delicate feathers floated around him, a sign of his irreversible mistakes.

His final thoughts lingered as he fell the last few feet. With one arm outstretched, he reached towards the sky, hope leaving his body the same way the last swirl of grace leaked from his eyes.

He shut them, hitting the ground with a thud. The stripped skeleton that was his wings burned their everlasting mark into the ground below, while torn feathers and shards of a stained glass mural littered the concrete floor.

His soul can be found in the only plain of darkness that can quench his fiery light. A place of solid black. One of nothing but emptiness. Nothing but quiet.

His final resting place, where the shadows greet him like an old friend."

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As Dean is faced with the fiery consequences of simply saying “yes", Cas is warned to stop flying towards his sun.

The feathers of time begin to fall, and Michael stands there with a match, melting the wax they're attached to. -- [Read here on Ao3]

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I never got around to posting about this on Tumblr, but it's a Christmas fic, so here goes!

I spent a stupid amount of time on it, and was possibly hoping for some peer review...?

(Tagging some mutuals under the cut):

Have you ever wanted to write (or draw) a woman like a straight white man* would?! Well, now you can! Join us for the Men Writing Women Fest, guaranteed to make your breasts smile. Boobily breast your way to the fest!

We opened a day early! 🥳 Go stake your claim! Thrust your flag in that hole prompt! Entries are due 1st March (Sunday), and will be revealed just in time for International Women's Day on the 8th. (Women of the world rejoice!)

There are judges' awards, as well as three readers' choice awards! (We're still naming them all, so stay tuned. 😂) Must be a member of WRoR--that's where we'll be able to communicate, and where we'll have the live author/artist reveal & awards ceremony on the 15th. Post in the comments if you need an invite, and one of us will slide into your DMs like a man confident of his flirting technique.

More details & FAQs on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/2026MWWF

Submissions due 1st March

Works revealed 8th March

Authors & Artists revealed 15th March, along with awards

(vintage art illustrations + design by fest hosts)