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thegracefulwillow · 6 months
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Pandora Hearts Month day 6: blue
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aprilizzie · 6 months
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PH Month 2023, Day 3: Precious 💞
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Edit: Took it in the sunlight >.<
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yanderefairyangel · 6 months
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Ph Month day 2 -Autumn
song : evening calm, Fripside feat Nao
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phmonth · 7 months
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Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompts!
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Wonderful art made by @retracexcviii for last year's secret Santa!
What is Pandora Hearts Month? Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates, well...Pandora Hearts, the manga created by Jun Mochizuki! Each day is a new prompt. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios, and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3s fans chose and love--or simply any characters not covered by the other weeks! You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms...whatever you can think of, really!
Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompts:
Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 22nd-28th:
Day 1, Sunday Oct 22nd: Coat
Day 2, Monday Oct 23rd: Autumn
Day 3, Tuesday Oct 24th: Precious
Day 4, Wednesday Oct 25th: Raven
Day 5, Thursday Oct 26th: AU
Day 6, Friday Oct 27th: Blue
Day 7, Saturday Oct 28th: Sun
Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 29th—November 4th:
Day 1, Sunday Oct 29th: Silver
Day 2, Monday Oct 30th: Fragile
Day 3, Tuesday Oct 31st: 🎃 Candy 👻
Day 4, Wednesday Nov 1st: Affection
Day 5, Thursday Nov 2nd: Grave
Day 6, Friday Nov 3rd: Moon
Day 7, Saturday Nov 4th: Winter
Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Nov 5th—Nov 11th:
Day 1, Sunday Nov 5th: King
Day 2, Monday Nov 6th: Lyrics
Day 3, Tuesday Nov 7th: Spring
Day 4, Wednesday Nov 8th: Gold
Day 5, Thursday Nov 9th: Guilt
Day 6, Friday Nov 10th: Pocketwatch
Day 7, Saturday Nov 11th: Stars
Fan’s choice Week, Nov 12th—November 18th:
Day 1, Sunday Nov 12th: Hat
Day 2, Monday Nov 13th: AU
Day 3, Tuesday Nov 14th: Meadow
Day 4, Wednesday Nov 15th: Rose
Day 5, Thursday Nov 16th: Lonely
Day 6, Friday Nov 17th: Contract
Day 7, Saturday Nov 18th: Book
(If you want to use other prompts to make a Halloweeny piece, feel free! You don't have to save that for Halloween day!)
When you post, please remember to:
Tag me @i-prefer-the-term-antihero, @phmonth, and/or @this-idiots-left-eye in your posts to make sure I reblog them! (My main blog is your best bet).
Tag #phmonth23 in your tags! I will go through that tag and check if I've missed any direct tags. (If you don't see your piece reblogged on this blog after doing both these methods, please dm me!)
Either put a link, or a “read more” on long fics (or long posts in general), so they're easier to reblog!
NSFW content is allowed, but please make sure it’s clear it’s NSFW/tagged that way, and is beneath a read more so anyone who doesn’t want to see it doesn’t have to!
I also made a collection on Ao3 for writers! Don't hesitate to add your fics to it!
Don’t forget to join our discord if you haven’t! It’s a fun place to discuss the series and more easily share your creations!
You are free to have fun with this!! As I said, as long as you tag it, NSFW is allowed! Tagging ships is nice too. You can pretty much do whatever you want with the prompts!
As long as you make sure the characters from the trio are your main focus, it’s okay to use other characters in your creations too!
You can join any time, and use as many or as few prompts as you want! You don't have to post on the exact day if you can’t make it! I’ll reblog things late!
Since we live across the world, you are free to post whenever the day is for you. I myself will be making posts according to my time, which is Central Standard Time in America. 
If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to send an ask here, or post in the #questions channel of the discord!
P.S. About the Phmonth22 prizes:
Some of you may recall me posting about wanting to add a raffle aspect to Phmonth22, with the 15th anniversary merch as prizes. The prizes finally arrived!
Once the setup for Phmonth23 is done, I plan to gather up the names of everyone who posted for Phmonth22, and raffle off the two prizes: one for artists, and one for fic writers!
(Do note, however, that you will have to pay for shipping, especially if it needs to be sent internationally! )
Lastly, Vncmonth!
You guys voted to have a Vanitas no Carte month, like last year! Not sure when that'll be, I'm thinking January-February. I will work on that prompt list after the setup here is done as well!
Feel free to get started on making stuff early! (But please wait to post until the month has started!) I'm so excited to see what you make! Thank you for all your support!
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lepetitloir · 6 months
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"To me, Alice's existence... is like the sun"
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Prompt: sun
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penfaerie · 4 months
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Finally posting this! Sketched this for ph month Rainsworth Trio Week day 6: Moon!
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lana7779 · 6 months
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PH month Raven, and possibly my proudest creation yet! 🥳
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owlarick · 6 months
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I has no time but here is fanart to PHmonth!
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antihero-writings · 5 months
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The Uninvitation
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Summary: Shelly's funeral was very nice. Everyone said so. Break isn't so sure. As he stands at her grave, an unwelcome visitor shows up. Written for the Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompt: "Grave."
It was a very nice funeral. Everyone said so.
As if funerals can be nice.
Sure, the sun was shining, the snow was sparkling. Maybe that made it nice. But should the “niceness” of funeral be measured in the kindness of the weather, and the youth of the flowers?
Then again, of course it was nice; Sheryl had spared no expense; the ceremony, the food, the flowers, the decorations were each extravagant in their own ways. Shelly surely wouldn’t have cared about pomp and circumstance, but nice plates and vases were all Sheryl had, so the rest of them weren’t about to stop her.
Sheryl always stood tall, but one day Break found her hunched over Shelly’s things, holding tight to one of her dresses, smiling softly, weeping. When he sat beside her, even though he didn’t ask, she told stories of when she was a child, murmuring old proverbs about how mothers shouldn’t have to bury their daughters.
So, no. They weren’t going to stop her.
And as she sat telling him stories, she had had the audacity to pause, look up, and ask, “Xerkkun, how are you faring?”
He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about me, Sheryl-sama.” in the most nonchalant voice he could manage.
Even though they both knew she had more than one reason to worry.
On a normal day, she would have pressed him on the matter. That day, she nodded, and looked away. They both knew talking about it would only be the hammer that smashed their fragile forms into bits.
How was that ‘nice’?
…Then again, of course it was nice; Reim had insisted on organizing it, he and Rufus shouldering as many of Sheryl’s burdens as they could, (though she still insisted on carrying more than her fair share). Rufus could be heard barking about how the roses were supposed to be red, and how the table was supposed to go over there, and the banners were all misaligned…
Break would never admit it, but he was grateful.
Then again, of course it was nice: the speeches everyone gave were full of the prettiest words.
The officiant said some generic adage about the Abyss one always hears at these things, and how she would be back to this world before long, which made everyone put their hand over their heart, and their kerchief at their eyes.
Sheryl told stories about when Shelly was a child, and liked to steal her shoes, and when she was an adult and liked to steal her duties, interrupted by those proverbs she iterated earlier, until Rufus had to take her, sobbing, off the stage.
Even Rufus, with his flowery, old words made a speech that was nice enough. Break had rolled his eyes about his turns of phrase, and profuse tears, but…even then.
It was nice.
Sharon told them all she wanted to say something, and they feared she wouldn’t get beyond the first sentence. They feared this was too much weight to put on a little girl who had lost her mother, even if she willingly took the weight on herself. But she stood tall at that podium, and voiced her speech and her stories with pride and eyes that shone with both joy and sorrow, and the crowd breathed a sigh, knowing she was far braver than they realized.
She’d make a wonderful duchess some day.
And yes, Break couldn’t deny, that was altogether nice.
They even asked Break if he wanted to say something. And maybe he did—he wouldn’t start sobbing halfway through—but…somehow he knew, if he started speaking about the woman who saved his life in more ways than one, then the words just might gush out of him until he was yelling, and cursing, and laughing like a madman. So he said something about how it would be ridiculous for a servant to speak at a noblewoman’s funeral, and bit his tongue.
He laughed to keep from crying, and he was sure they thought he was crazy. And maybe he was. He had never been someone particularly likable at first glance, and had heard gossip for a long time—about red eyes, bloodstained pasts, and underseved blessings—and wasn’t about to start caring what the world thought now.
He didn’t cry. No one would fault him if he did—it was a funeral after all. Still, he didn’t intend to.
Maybe that made him strong. And maybe that made him afraid.
Afraid he’d live up to his name.
Maybe it was something about caring. Crying meant showing he cared, cared a lot, cared too much. And caring meant losing. And crying meant a little girl and coffins and snow and “Don’t leave me!” and “Do you want to change the past?”  and “They were the most important people to you, and you couldn’t save them.”
And that wasn’t very nice to think about.
He always carried candy in his pockets, and the funeral was no exception. Some people probably thought he was insensitive, but it was all he could do to keep from biting his tongue until blood was all he could taste.
They were all fakes anyway. He didn’t want to waste his words or his tears on them.
Maybe the ‘niceness’ of a funeral is measured in how much sobbing one can hear. True, there was rather a lot of it. Even if they didn’t know her, and were only crying on general principle, rather than any specific memories, and later they would go about their days with dry eyes, and forget the nice funeral, and the nice woman.
Did that still count as nice?
The Nightrays were there; Gilbert had said he was sorry (sounding as if he thought it was his fault) and he meant it. Vincent, toeing the ground and playing with his hair, said it was all very sad, and hadn’t meant even that. (And Break would have done something violent and stupid if it wouldn’t have caused a scene). The other Nightray siblings bowed, and respectfully offered his condolences. The Vessalius’s were there too, or at least what was left of them. Oscar had tried to make them all feel better with words of encouragement, and beverages to cleanse the soul, and Ada had bawled, even though they never met.
Sure. Maybe that was nice.
Shelly was a ‘Kind girl.’ A ‘Strong woman.’ A ‘Wonderful duchess.’
Maybe that’s why they thought it was nice; they all had very fond memories of the woman who was nice.
They didn’t even know the half of it. The sunlight, the, smiles, the salvation.
He opened the box, and she was waiting for him there at the bottom.
What happens when she fades into he wind too, like all the shadows?
Despite the strength in her speech, Sharon had wept silently into his coat. He ran his hands through her hair softly, all the while praying this nice funeral would end soon.
And even then, even when she had been crying so much, for so long, even then she had the strength to stand up straight, to give sorrowful smiles, and bittersweet words to all the porcelain nobles who told her how sorry they were, what a shame, and what a nice funeral it was, and if she needed anything, don’t hesitate to send for them.
Well, she definitely had her mother in her.
Three queens on the chess board. How did he end up with them?
They all offered their condolences. With fake words, and fake sympathy, and fake offers to help.
They didn’t really know her.
As the funeral ended, Reim asked Break if he wanted a drink. It was appealing to have a quiet drink with a friend, who knew Shelly, and knew him, and wouldn’t fill the air with empty platitudes. But, if there were ever a day he wished he could drink to forget, it was today. So he laughed and said he was thinking of staying and talking to her for a while. But he knew his laugh didn’t sound quite right.
Reim nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and walked away.
Break decided to stay. To stay, and talk, alone (at last, alone,) to her grave. His words weren’t for the masses…but he’d spare a few for a stone.
When he finally stood alone memories—the good, the bad, and the beautiful—came like a flood, and he found himself at a loss for what to say. All the ‘Thank you’ and ‘I’ll miss you’s seemed worthless in the face of a name and a date on a headstone. The end of a life.
Is that all a life is? Some wordy flowers, some flowery words, a tear or two, a date on a headstone, and a nice funeral?
The last time he stood at a headstone everything was wrong with the world. Grief wasn’t a heavy, sad thing. It was a writhing, hot, angry thing. It came with a desire for vengeance, not against those who took them, but against time. And maybe, today, after the forward march, time was still unjust tyrant, and still needed a sword run through him. Or maybe Shelly lived the best life she could, and she wouldn’t want him to to be mad—in emotion or in mind .Would rather he hold flowers than a blade.
He still had the sword beside him. Just in case time came knocking.
And standing here, trying to think of what to say, and how to say it, his eyes stung with water. He sat there silently thinking until the silence filled up his lungs.
Today, grief was a heavy, sad thing.
And in this moment, alone, at the grave
Reality broke.
It cracked, and the pieces fell. Were stolen away. Something bore into it, and two red eyes shone through the hole.
“Do you want to change the past?” Asked the shadows in a deep, discordant voice.
And Break paused, eye widening, the red shimmering, swimming in itself.
See? Crying meant the Abyss.
Then…a smile crept onto his face. A spreading, stretching, stained, disdainful thing.
“Where might you be from?” He asked in the most nonchalant voice he could manage.
“I’ve come from the Abyss to help you. I can change your past, if you let me.”
Break looked down, still smiling, scoffing. “That would be a lovely thing, wouldn’t it?” He chuckled. “Make it so she didn’t have to die. Not that day at least.”
The hole grew bigger, pieces of reality falling off.
“Maybe,” Break continued, looking at the ground, “there’s another strand of time in which everything's alright."
“Yes, yes, exactly! I think we can help each other!”
A hand reached out of the hole. Cotton and lies.
“Maybe.”
Crying meant the Abyss.
And caring meant “Promise me you will keep living your life with everything you have until the very end.”
His staff clicked.
“Or maybe you're ruining a perfectly nice funeral." He chuckled. "You should find a better source of sustenance than human souls."
When he turned around to head back inside, reality refused, and only ash remained.
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gemini-in-tauro · 6 months
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An Arm And a Leg
Summary: What seems to start as a bad day for Gilbert, takes a turn for the better.
Characters: Gilbert, Alice & Oz.
For Pandora Month, Week 1 (Golden Trio Week), Day 1, with the prompt "Coat".
Link to the AO3
Tagging @phmonth to be on the safe side.
Excerpt under the cut.
As Gilbert woke up, he didn’t need more than a minute to know that today would be one of the “bad days”.
It was a cold morning. He knew it because he had moved in his sleep, and the result of it was that he had thrown haphazardly his blanket all over the place, leaving him with a rather chill feeling.
If it wasn’t bad enough, his stump was hurting.
At first he had tried moving it, because he could’ve sworn he had slept over his arm and he could feel it cramping around the elbow. It had been a rather distressing thought until he remembered that he didn’t have an arm, not anymore. As though his realizing that it no longer existed was what he needed, he felt sharp pain on his shoulder where the stump was located.
He had to take deep breaths for almost five minutes before he could open his eyes again without his vision turning black from how everything was too raw.
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okamigamer1 · 6 months
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I wrote something for PHMonth23 for Alice/Oz/Gilbert it's just porn what plot smut but it's here!
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thegracefulwillow · 6 months
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Pandora Hearts Month day 20: Pocketwatch
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aprilizzie · 6 months
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PH Month 2023, Day 2: Autumn 🧡
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yanderefairyangel · 6 months
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PH month - AU
in which Oz and Alice are their actual age (Oz - 25, Alice -23)
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phmonth · 8 months
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Phmonth23 Daily Prompts!!
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Here is the link to the daily prompt vote on for pandora hearts month this year!! Please vote for 7 in each category!
If you don’t plan on participating in all the weeks, and only want to vote on one or two, that’s fine! Also, feel free to still vote, even if you don’t plan on participating at all! The more people voting the more helpful it’ll be!
If you don't know, Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates Pandora Hearts. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios (Golden Trio, Rainsworth Trio, and Tragedy Trio) and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3s fans chose and love. You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms!
The event will likely occur during the end of November and beginning of December!
P.S. If you guys still want to do Vanitas no Carte Month too this year, I can post a vote for those prompts too!! That will probably happen after Phmonth--maybe January?
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penfaerie · 6 months
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I know I always post these late, but here's my first art for ph month this year! Golden Trio Week day 7: Sun!
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