BONUS ROUND 4 - PROMPT FUSION
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"Fusion is just a cheap trick to make weak prompts stronger!" - a quote from Steven Universe, probably
for this bonus round, it's all about combining two ideas. for example "high school AU" + "secret identity" or "soulmate au" + "mafia au"!
to submit a prompt or fill, reply to this post on Dreamwidth!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill any prompt (even if it's your own or your teammates)!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
PROMPT: VOTER
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
FILL: VOTER
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 100 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:07 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:07 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:08 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:08 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:08 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:08 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:09 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:10 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:12 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:16 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:17 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE
Date: 2023-08-29 04:18 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2023-08-29 02:58 pm (UTC)Words: 396
Summary: "You're the worst customer ever so I get back at you by writing your name in increasingly wrong ways" coffee shop au
"What is this?!"
Janis could only smile down at the cappuccino machine she was cleaning. She knew that prissy, entitled voice. Quickly, she put on her best customer service voice as she turned to face her.
A blonde woman in high heels and all too much pink was glaring at her from the moment she turned around. Her hands were on her hips as she tapped her foot incessantly against the tile below. She would have been pretty if not for the fact that she was Janis's most detested customer.
Janis saw her each morning. She wore the most expensive looking clothes with a matching designer handbag. And each morning, she strutted through the doors like she owned the entire coffee shop and everyone in it, talking obnoxiously loud on her cellphone.
It was like Regina had someone new to fire each morning.
"How can I help you today?" Janis asked.
"Don't act dumb. What is this?”
The woman slammed her cup onto the counter. Janis looked at it blankly.
“Well, it looks like the coffee you ordered,” she said flatly.
“No.” The woman spun the cup around so she could see the writing on it. “What is this?”
Janis almost snorted as she read the name Reginald. She had been putting the wrong name on Regina’s orders for weeks now, spelling her name in increasingly wrong ways. Each time, she made sure she had put something different. It was fun and it felt like petty revenge against her least favorite customer.
She wasn’t even proud of this one but the fact that it seemed to bother this woman so much almost made her feel like it was her best work yet.
“Is that not your name?” Janis asked innocently.
Regina growled under her breath. Once again, it would have been hot if not for the fact that this was Regina.
“No, that is not my name,” she said sharply. “It’s Regina. Regina George.”
“Sorry, I must have misheard you.”
“Yeah, sure you did.” Regina scowled and rolled her eyes at her. “Honestly, I would have rather you had written ‘bitch’ instead.”
“I’ll try to remember that for next time.”
“You’d better. You make the best coffee in town and you’re lucky you're cute. Otherwise I wouldn’t come back here.”
Oh, Janis would definitely have to remember that as well.
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2023-08-30 03:03 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2023-08-30 03:06 am (UTC)Words: 667
Summary: You probably shouldn't kiss someone while your sick, right?
Edelgard all but fell into her chair for her early morning class. Her head felt like it had been left out in the sun for too long as she pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to settle it.
She knew she shouldn't have gone out last night.
She had been sneezing and taking cough medicine all weekend when Dorothea had called. Her friend pleaded with her to accompany her to a party, talking about how it had been so long since they'd last hung out together and how they never see one another because of their different schedules and how much she needed a wingman.
Reluctantly, Edelgard had agreed.
She had originally thought she'd spend the entirety of the party still sipping cough syrup and sitting on the couch until Sylvain had walked by and put her name into a hat.
Edelgard groaned at the memory. Her headache suddenly felt worse as she remembered how he had called her name loudly to play seven minutes in heaven with everyone.
She could still see the dark closet, lit only by a single candle.
Piercing blue eyes looked back at her, curious and all too charming.
"I usually only see you in class," Byleth had said, a pleased smile on her face.
"And I usually only see you late at night in the dining hall," Edelgard said back.
The silence had felt heavy as the two of them sat. Seven minutes had never felt so long. Of course, it was just her luck to be shoved into a clostet with the TA she had been crushing on all semester while she was sick.
"So…" Byleth's voice trailed off. Edelgard suppressed the urge to sneeze. "What do people normally do at these parties?"
"You don't get out much?"
"Not really."
"That's surprising."
"Why is that?" Byleth asked, her head tilting to the side in the most endearing way.
God, where to begin? Because Byleth was easily the most breathtaking person she had ever seen in the life. Because Edelgard was certain that sunrise and sunset had nothing on the warmth of this woman's gaze. If she ever met her parents, she would be sure to shake their hands and thank them profusely.
Her cheeks felt hot as she thought that, whether from embarrassment or the fever was anybody's guess.
"Well, because you are surely very popular," Edelgard had told her instead. "You're smart and funny and people like being around you."
"Thank you for saying that." Byleth's eyes seemed to dance even in the low light. "Unfortunately, I still don't get asked out all that much."
"That's other people's loss then. I'd love to be stuck in a closet with you more often."
She laughed and it was better than any song Edelgard had ever heard.
"Still, what are we supposed to be doing in here for seven minutes?" Byleth asked innocently.
"Sinful things is what Sylvain is hoping for."
"You're funny," Byleth said between smiles. Her hand brushed against Edelgard's. When had she gotten so close?
She leaned in and Edelgard forced herself to move back.
"I don't think you want to kiss me right now," Edelgard confessed and heard the congestion in her voice. She cringed as her mind wandered to the waste bin by her bed currently full of Kleenex. "I'm a bit sick."
"I don't mind."
And Byleth had kissed her carefully as if afraid she would fly away. Truthfully, Edelgard almost did. But she'd much rather kiss her than be anywhere else.
Her cheeks burned at the contact as she kissed her back. Everything felt too warm and too hot. She felt feverish as her heart raced.
True to her word, Byleth didn't seem to mind that she was sick.
That is, until she walked into class the next day with a fever of her own and a bottle of Nyquil in her hand. She shot Edelgard a knowing grin as she took her seat and waited for the lecture to begin.
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2023-08-30 03:33 pm (UTC)Like a fist. Like a knife."
-Ada Limón, The Good Fight
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"if I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?"
-Margaret Atwood, We are hard
no subject
Date: 2023-08-31 12:51 pm (UTC)FILL: team nobamaki
Date: 2023-08-31 02:35 pm (UTC)word count: 657
Joy adjusts her camera, then strums her guitar. Once, twice. Tweak the strings. She’s been posting weekly covers for the past three months, but this is the first time her video serves a greater purpose. She clears her throat, reviewing the speech she spent hours practicing and perfecting.
This cover is dedicated to my best friend. Because you’ve helped me through so much, and this song always makes me think of you.
There’s no need to drop a name. Thia will know, and everyone else can speculate as much as they want. Because Joy might post cover videos for thousands of people to watch, but she really only sings for one person apart from herself. There is only one other person whose approval she truly longs for.
She wipes her sweating palms on her jeans. This isn’t a love confession, but it could be. She’s been in love with Thia for longer than she’d like to admit, and at its core, the song she’s about to play is, in fact, a love song.
Her eyes slip shut as she inhales, then lets her breath out slowly.
She opens her eyes and beams at the camera like she’s pulling all of the sun’s light into her smile. Thia had told her, once, that the brightness of her smile rivals a cloudless summer day.
“Welcome back, everyone! It’s Wednesday, which means it’s time for another song cover…”
— —
“…This week’s cover is dedicated to my best friend. You…You’ve helped me through a lot. We’ve been through a lot together. And…this song always makes me think of you. So. You know who you are.”
Thia blinks. Joy’s video offers no extra explanation; she simply transitions straight into playing the song. But there’s no one else she could be talking about, as far as Thia is aware. No one else has been with Joy through as much as Thia has. No one else’s soul has been linked to hers from the moment they were born.
No one else would simply know they are Joy’s best friend.
This week’s cover is a love song, but Thia tells herself that doesn’t mean anything. It could be interpreted as platonic, really—above all, it’s about a strong bond between two people, and about being there for someone you love and them being there for you in return. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Even if Thia wishes it did. Even if Thia wants to do something incredibly stupid like jump on the first plane to New York just to tell Joy I love you too.
She won’t, though. She values her friendship with Joy too much to risk ruining it. Even if she knows Iz and Kelly will tell her to just go for it— She can’t.
She can’t lose Joy.
Beyond the ramifications the world may face, Thia is selfish. She wants to keep Joy in her life for herself. It doesn’t matter what the world and Time want from them; Thia loves Joy enough to disregard everything else if it means they can be friends. If it means they can meet up in the summers—they can get ice cream from the drive-in by the park, they can walk around the county fair, they can drive with no destination, music blasting, Joy singing along.
Joy has a beautiful voice. It’s no wonder her most recent video already has well over a hundred likes, despite being posted a mere hour and a half ago. Joy has a beautiful voice and a sunshine-y personality and the brightest smile Thia has ever seen, and Thia loves her.
She watches the video six times through before liking it and leaving a comment. She deletes and rewrites it over and over before finally settling on a simple: thank you <3
It’s the closest she can get to I love you.
Maybe Joy will be able to hear the truth. It’s a dangerous hope, but Thia has always been a dreamer.
FILL: TEAM OC
Date: 2023-08-31 08:18 pm (UTC)Words: 403
CW: Major character death
The blood wouldn’t stop coming, no matter how hard Lennon tried.
And oh god, did she try. They didn’t bring any first aid materials with them—stupid, so stupid, too late—but she tried her best. The rockslide had hurt Phila in ways Lennon had no hope of fixing, but if she could just stem the bleeding until help came, that would be enough.
Lennon pressed her already-bloodsoaked shirt into Phila’s abdomen so hard she could almost crush her, but it was no use. Something was wrong in a way she couldn’t fix. Too much blood. Lennon’s hands were slippery with it, pressing into tattered flesh and shattered bones, her body twisted and broken.
“Lennie?” Phila’s voice came out feeble and raspy, nothing like it was supposed to be. Just hours ago, she’d been so excited about their excursion that her cries of joy had scared the birds away. “I gotta tell you something. ‘Fore it’s too late.”
“Don’t say that!” Lennon admonished. “You’re gonna be fine. The ambulance is on its way. What is it?”
She tried not to think about how far they were from a drivable road. How the paramedics would have to trek through the trail to find them. How much precious time it would take.
“I love you.” Phila gave her a weak smile.
“I love you too. Always.”
“No, Lennie.” Phila wheezed, a little bit of blood coming out with it—not good. Coughing up blood only happened in tuberculosis and lung injuries. “I love you. Love-love. M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want things to change.”
The confession had Lennon reeling even more than she already was, her vision becoming blurry with tears. “Me too,” she choked out. “Since high school, freshman year.”
Phila tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a strangled cough. “Seventh grade. I win.” She reached a shaking hand up, tugging lightly on Lennon’s shirt-collar. “Kiss me before I go.”
Too late. Lennon could have confessed any time in high school, in college, in the years since. She could have had years upon years of kisses and more with Phila. A happy life together. As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she would never get that chance now.
Lennon leaned down for a kiss, completely unlike all the times she’d imagined it, her tears running onto Phila’s cheeks.
By the time she pulled back, Phila was gone.
PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2023-08-31 08:59 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2023-08-31 09:05 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2023-08-31 09:08 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2023-08-31 09:13 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2023-08-31 09:24 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2023-09-01 11:10 pm (UTC)ship: adora/catra
words: 555
Adora’s first transformation is an accident, on a sunny afternoon on the roof of her best friend’s house. Catra stands and goes to climb down through her window (to fetch her phone, she says, so they can watch a movie without the threat of her foster mother barging in at any moment) and slips on a loose tile; Adora jumps to catch her before she can fall, and then suddenly both of them are flying.
“What the fuck,” Catra whispers, “What the fuck?”, and as they float up and up and up Adora holds her closer and pays no mind to the searing pain on her collarbone, determined not to let her fall.
//
It takes a few rounds of trial and error, but she figures some things out.
First: she’s a magical girl, of a kind. She’s She-Ra, and she’s the protector of the city of Etheria, and she’s damn good at her job. Her transformation can be activated at will, but it takes some effort and is more easily triggered when someone close to her is in danger. This is because — as Catra puts it, smile bitter and full of steel — She-Ra and her aren’t the same.
Second: She-Ra is taller than her by three feet — taller and stronger and tougher. She can take hits Adora can’t, can heal herself and others, can fly. She protects people above all else. She is kind and good with kids and loves to take long walks in the sunset. She’s goofy and sporty and she wants to be the hero her world deserves.
And, third: Catra is her soulmate.
Her name is permanently tattooed onto Adora’s collarbone. What else could it be?
//
Razz is the first person that Adora — that She-Ra saves, and coincidentally also the first person to figure out her secrets. All of her secrets. She-Ra scoops her out of the window of a burning office building, and when she sets her down she adjusts her glasses and peers up at her and says, “Oh, is that you, Adora? Lovely of you to drop by,” and shuffles away.
Adora de-transforms (simpler, especially with no one expecting her to save anyone) and gives chase, half out of blind panic, half out of curiosity. When she stops Razz at the door to her house, she doesn’t even look surprised, and putters around her tiny kitchen preparing a meal for her as though she were dropping by to catch up and not beg her to keep her identity a secret.
“You’re just like my Mara,” she says fondly, over and over again. “Just like her. You’d give anything to save the people you love, wouldn’t you, dearie?”
Adora doesn’t quite know how to respond to that.
“And she’s your soulmate, isn’t she? The first one you saved?”
“Um. Actually, you’re the first one I —”
Razz tuts. “No, no, not me. The girl you saved when you changed for the very first time. Her name is on your skin.”
Adora presses a hand guiltily over her collarbone, feeling Catra’s name marked there like a brand. She hasn’t told anyone else about it yet. Catra would — well, Catra would probably never want to see her again if she knew. “How do you know about that?”
“That’s what this magical girl business is, girl,” Razz says sternly. “It’s all about love.”