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 SARA/NEON
Date: 2023-08-25 02:45 am (UTC)this prompt is being posted on the behalf of riot in bloom!
FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2023-09-06 03:14 am (UTC)words: 431
ship: penny polendina/ruby rose
warnings: emetophobia
Rose petals, Ruby thinks, staring at the red smudged against the bathroom floor. How poetic.
She’d barely made it into the bathroom before the attack this time, coughing up petals all over the tiles instead of into the toilet like she’d been aiming for. It’s not the end of the world, but cleaning it all up will be a nightmare. If they survive the next few hours, Weiss might kill her.
She’s only been gazing aimlessly at the floor for a few minutes when there’s a soft knock on the door behind her. Ruby whirls around, hand halfway to Crescent Rose, and relaxes instantly when she hears Penny’s voice instead of — well.
“Ruby? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she lies, “just felt a bit sick. I’m okay now. No casualties.”
Penny laughs softly. She’d set her hand on Ruby’s shoulder earlier — just touched her, and that had been enough to set her off again. “Are you sure? I can do a scan if you’re worried about any illnesses.”
Ruby pictures her finding red rose petals blooming in her lungs and all the questions that would follow, and allows herself a small smile. “That’s okay, Penny. I’ll be alright.”
She thinks she’s a pretty good liar, all things considered.
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The Schnee Manor is eerily silent now. Ruby pads silently through vast, yawning hallways and into empty room after empty room, peering at the wreckage of an empire. She leaves a trail of red petals on the carpet.
She can’t have been alone for more than fifteen minutes when she hears voices, and swerves into a huge dining room — not the one they’ve been camped out in — to avoid them. There are huge paintings on the walls, and she stares pointedly at them instead of letting herself tune into the conversation passing by. She’s never really liked to eavesdrop on her friends.
Except — this isn’t a conversation. This is one person, talking rapidly to herself, muttering assurances over and over again, desperate, afraid —
“You’re not here. I am okay. I am stronger than you. I will not hurt my friends. I will not hurt my friends. I am stronger than you. I will not —”
Penny lets out a small hiss of exertion, and Ruby can picture her now, pressing the heels of her hands into her forehead and breathing in and out, useless as it is. Her fingers close around a petal in her pocket, one of the few survivors from her last attack in the corridor.
She wishes she could help.
She doesn’t know what will happen to her if she does.
FILL: TEAM FRANMAYA
Date: 2023-09-07 07:00 am (UTC)Ship: Franziska/Maya from Ace Attorney
Franziska spits the petal in the face of the person who is not Maya.
It’s insultingly obvious, really. This person, whoever they are, doesn’t fit into Maya’s body at all. They walk around with their chin lifted, but with an inexplicable stoop. They don’t fidget with the cords on Maya’s wrist, but keep looking surprised when they glance down as though unused to their presence. Most damningly, as soon as Franziska walked in, they flinched — not at her but at her whip. Franziska would understand if Maya was upset at her, but Maya is never afraid of Franziska’s whip.
The only thing this person shares with Maya is their tendency to cover their mouth with their hand when worried.
A hypothesis is forming in Franziska’s head already.
“I don’t understand,” hisses not-Maya. “Don’t you love Mystic — don’t you love me? And I put Hanahaki seeds in that glass. You should be incapacitated!”
That explains why Franziska developed the disease despite the genetic unlikeliness of it, she realizes. And why it came on so suddenly — why she couldn’t even think of Maya without coughing up full flowers…
“You’re right,” Franziska agrees. Why not confess? Maya isn’t around to listen. “But you’re not her.” She coughs, and only comes up with a single new leaf. She spits that out, too. “You’re Morgan Fey, who let the courtroom know of the Spirit Severing Technique.”
Morgan’s eyes widen in realization, just as Franziska draws her whip and strikes —
“Now!” she shouts, and Phoenix Wright springs from the shadows to deliver the pinch to the back of Morgan’s neck.
She collapses.
Franziska kneels beside her to check for injuries — she doesn’t want to hurt Maya — while Phoenix clears his throat. “I’ll… go check on Pearl.”
“Yes.” Oh, he knows now, she realizes. She’d confessed her love for Maya in front of Phoenix Wright. Fuck. Well, she can worry about that later.
Right now, she sits beside Maya’s body and waits for her spirit to return.