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For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!
This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.
This round will end on June 16th.
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 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 Magnus Archives
Date: 2024-06-02 05:30 am (UTC)"I don't want to talk about it."
"Did they hurt you?"
"I just said I don't want to talk about it."
( "they" is used as a filler, but it can be replaced with anything :P )
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-06-04 03:56 pm (UTC)pairing: winter/cinder
fandom: RWBY
characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, mentioned jacques schnee + weiss schnee
other tags: non-graphic injury (blood), implied/mentioned child abuse, canon divergence
word count: 539
Someone is knocking on Cinder’s door.
She pays it no mind, at first. Not even when it grows urgent and desperate; not until she hears her name and the faint sound of sobbing.
That’s Winter’s voice.
Cinder rolls sideways out of the bed and bolts to the door. That’s Winter’s voice. She’s on the other side of her fucking door. She came to her; she came all the way out here to Mantle, she —
Cinder undoes the last latch and throws the door open. She doesn’t register the way Winter is slumped against it until she falls forward onto her.
“What the fuck,” she says aloud.
Winter’s arms come up and lock around her torso, pulling her close. She’s crying. She’s crying. “Cinder,” she says into her shirt, “Cinder.”
“Yeah, it’s me. What happened?”
Her hands tighten into fists in the back of her shirt. There’s blood in her hair, on her blouse. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Winter so — undone. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbles.
“Did he hurt you? Your father.”
Cinder glances out into the street. No one else there. Very little chance of someone watching them; Winter’s father’s guards would never bother following her down into Mantle. She pulls her inside, tugging her gently backwards, and kicks the door closed.
“I just said I don’t want to talk about it,” Winter says weakly. There’s no bite behind it. She sounds like she’s been crying for hours.
“You’re bleeding,” Cinder points out.
It takes a lot of effort to lower them both to the floor. Winter is heavy, and her entire weight is resting on Cinder’s upper body. The moment she sinks them both down, Winter practically crawls into her lap, seeking comfort like a child.
“I know,” she says, “I know, I know, I know. I’m fine. I just — needed you.”
They haven’t spoken in almost a year, not since Winter said she was joining the military straight after school and Ironwood kicked her out. Cinder doesn’t mention this.
She’s needed Winter the whole time. She doesn’t mention this either.
“Let me guess,” she says quietly, “you told your dad you were taking Ironwood’s offer and he got mad.”
A nod into her shoulder; a muffled sob. She’s always been the only person Winter has ever cried around. It would be an honour, a symbol of trust, if it didn’t fucking suck. “He said he’d take it out on my sister if I left.”
“Piece of shit,” Cinder mutters.
“So I, um. Stuck him to the wall.”
It shocks her so much that she bursts into startled laughter. “Oh my G-d. You did what?”
“Don’t laugh,” Winter says, “but I took my Opa’s swords and, um. Put them through his jacket.”
“You stabbed him?”
“No, just his jacket.”
“You should have,” she grins. “Like, just a little bit. Non-fatally.”
“I’m not going to stab my father, Cinder,” Winter says into her shirt.
“I’ll do it for you, then.”
She turns until her head is buried in the hollow of Cinder’s throat. They haven’t touched each other in so long. “I just — needed you.”
I’ve always needed you, Cinder thinks. I’ve spent every day down here waiting for you to come back.