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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 TOUHOU
Date: 2024-06-02 08:53 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM OC MOON
Date: 2024-06-05 06:32 pm (UTC)-------------------------------------------------
Night falls over the camp, leaving everything lit by torches. It is by this firelight that Acantha makes her way out of the camp, Evadne beside her as always, and advances north. This way lies the Draxi camp, though that is not her destination. Instead, she is heading for the woods that lie between the two camps. There she will meet with Eoforhild of the Draxi. Arranging this meeting was the product of several sleepless nights, and tonight will be another one, but if she can achieve what she wants, then it will all have been worth it. She and Eoforhild are likeminded on one crucial point; the need for peace. Neither the Draxi nor the Aeliae can keep going like this. They on the ground see it, even if those in charge don’t. And so, she and Eoforhild, as two figures who have gained a certain notoriety, have agreed to meet. They will each be accompanied by one other person, in case of deception.
She steps into the clearing, Evadne at her side, and is greeted by the sight of two other women. One, tall, broad, and dark-haired, she knows to be Eoforhild. The other, smaller in proportions than Eoforhild, though clearly strong, and with vibrant red hair, is a stranger to her.
“Hello,” Acantha greets them both. “I hope you weren’t waiting long.”
“Not at all,” Eoforhild replies, “We’ve only been here a few minutes.” She gestures, with one gauntleted hand, to the other woman, “This is Wulfgifu.”
“A pleasure to meet you.” Acantha makes her own introduction in turn. “This is Evadne.”
“Good, good. Now then,” Eoforhild claps her hands together, gauntlets clanging disconcertingly, “Let’s get down to business.”
“Let’s.”
“I have a proposition for you, but you may not like it.” Eoforhild’s tone is grave, and Acantha wonders how bad this proposition is.
Still. “Tell me.”
“Marry me.”
Evadne gasps in horror beside her, but Acantha herself is simply running through what this would mean. A marriage between the two women who have all but become emblems of their respective armies might well force the peace issue, it is true. It would also be an immense risk. Then again, so is all of this.
Eoforhild seems to take her silence and Evadne’s evident horror as refusal, and jumps to explain herself. “If you don’t want to you don’t have to, of course. I’d never force you. I just thought, politically speaking-”
Acantha cuts her off. “I understand. I’d be willing.”
“You would? Truly?”
Acantha tilts her head up to look the other woman in the eye. She cannot be allowed to think that Acantha is anything other than completely serious. “Yes.”
Her attention is so focused on Eoforhild that she doesn’t notice what Evadne is doing, and the same is true of Eoforhild’s focus on her. Luckily for them both, Wulfgifu does notice. They both spin around to the sight of Wulfgifu tackling Evadne down, from where she had been stood behind Eoforhild, with a knife drawn.
Acantha feels her heart sink. “Eva,” she begins, unable to not still address her with that fond nickname, “What are you doing?”
“I won’t let you do this, Acan,” Evadne replies, voice aflame with anger,“You are betraying both yourself and the Aeliae. I am willing for peace, but not like this! It should be negotiated, we should get the upper hand we deserve. What are you thinking? Have you even for a second considered what people will think of you?”
Acantha locks eyes with Eoforhild again as she speaks, willing her to understand the intent behind her words. “She speaks some sense, unfortunately. I do have my reputation to consider.” Her voice is unnaturally calm, she can tell, cold like a frozen over river.
“An understandable issue.” Eoforhild replies, and she begins to feel some trace of relief. “I have a few proposals, in that case. First, kill her.”
Ah.
So it has come to this. The two of them, who have been each other’s closest companions since girlhood, now sitting at either side of this insurmountable divide.
“You wouldn’t, Acan. You’ve always been so forgiving,” Evadne sounds so confident in this statement, and Acantha turns to her, and watches her face fall. She doesn’t know what look is on her own face, but clearly it is enough to convince Evadne that she, in fact, would.
“I’ve forgiven you a lot, Eva,” she says, still with that same icy calm. “But this is too much.”
It is then that she moves. Evadne is a competent fighter, but Acantha is better by far, standing a league above. Perhaps more so than Evadne knows. She doesn’t think Evadne has seen her in her most ruthless moments on the battlefield.
It is the work of minutes to overpower Evadne, and she drives her knife, with precision into her heart. She looks up at Eoforhild, still knelt over Evadne’s body.
Eoforhild places a sympathetic hand on her arm, and a moment passes in silence.
FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-06 08:24 am (UTC)Words: 764
Notes: Step 1: Do not under any circumstances allow the girl you like to find out that you have a crush on her. Step 2: ??? Step 3: Relationship.
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"Parker. Parker." He's standing in line for lunch and poking at his phone, but that's his problem, not mine. I grab his wrist and tug. "I need you. Outside. Now."
"Jeez, Em," he complains, but he lets me pull him down the hallway and out the door. Once we're finally safe out of earshot, I round on him.
"It's about the situation," I say. "With the person."
"You mean Kayl-"
"Not here!" I look around. Nobody is close enough to notice, but still. "Yes. That situation, with that person. There's been a development."
"Oh, nice! I like developments."
"Not a good development!"
"Oh. Niceness revoked."
I roll my eyes. "Please take this seriously. I may have committed a slight breach of security."
"Very not nice."
"I... look. It's possible I had written her name in my notebook. Several times."
He raises his eyebrows.
"Several dozen times."
He raises his eyebrows even further.
"Okay I don't know how many times! A lot of times! However many times you can fit on a page! And I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and she walked past my desk and she just! Stared! She just stared at it! And then she stared at me! And then she walked away without saying anything!"
"Are you sure she actually read it? Maybe she thought you were writing about a different K-"
"Do not."
"A different person whose name starts with K. There are plenty of names that start with K, right?"
"Then why would she stare at me? It's too late. It's all over. She knows."
"And that's bad because?"
"She knows I'm gay," I hiss. "She knows I like her."
"An understandable issue. I have a few proposals, in that case. First, kill her."
"What?!"
He grins. "It's an elegant solution, right? She's gone, she can't know anything anymore because she's dead, and plus you won't be burdened by liking her! Of course, you might have some other different problems, but you won't have this problem."
"I can't believe I actually came to you looking for-"
"Second," he cuts me off, "hitchhike across the country and start a new life in Los Angeles. She'll never know what happened to you! Problem solved. Third-"
"Okay, okay, I get it!"
"-you concoct an elaborate lie in which the two of us have discovered we're both actually bisexual and now we're dating. Unfortunately I'm not going to help you do that. Fourth, you could be honest with her about your feelings."
"We’ve been over this! She's-"
"She's dated a guy. That doesn't mean she's straight. And she's cool with me and I'm a gay trans freak, so a lesbian's not going to freak her out either. What's the worst thing that can happen?"
"She tells me to get lost."
"Exactly! She tells you she's not interested, and you go from not dating her to not dating her. So if you think about it, you have nothing to lose!"
"That's not how it works!"
"That's exactly how it works."
"So what do I do, just go up to her like, 'hey, I have no idea if you’re into girls, want to find out with me?' "
"That would be cute."
"That would be stupid! And what if she is into girls, but I say something dumb, and she decides she's not into me specifically? There's all kinds of possibilities you're not even thinking about. This is - stop laughing! Nothing about this situation is funny!"
He does not stop laughing. "Or - Fifth option, you could just turn around."
"Turn around? What the hell kind of advice is that?" My voice is rising now, but I don’t care. "I'm supposed to, what, just walk away? Pretend none of this ever happened? Ignore my feelings and act like I’m somehow not completely gay for-"
I feel a hand tap my shoulder.
I shriek.
"Hey."
It's her. My adrenaline does not stop spiking. It starts spiking even harder.
"Hi! Kayla! I - I didn’t hear you behind me!"
"I figured," she says. "Anyway, Emily, I was wondering if... you know... I wanted to ask whether... uh, if you wanted to hang out at my place later today? If you're interested. But like. No pressure."
I have bluescreened. My brain is dead. I am running on autopilot. "Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay!"
"Anyway," she says, "you can meet me here after school, I guess? So, uh... see you then?"
"Yes! I'll see you then too!"
We just stare at each other.
"Right! Well. Bye?" She doesn't wait for my response before walking away.
I turn back to Parker.
"Don't even start."