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For this bonus round, we're looking for prompts inspired by plant/flower symbolism and the language(s) of flowers!
Here are some resources on flower meanings:
Script Florist
Farmer's Almanac
Wikipedia: Hanakotoba
Wikipedia: Plant Symbolism
This round will end on July 1st.
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
no subject
Date: 2024-06-21 07:08 pm (UTC)turning red
high
on the tip
of the topmost branch.
Forgotten by pickers.
Not forgotten—
they couldn’t reach it.
- Sappho, Fragment 23
PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-06-21 09:45 pm (UTC)- hollow knight
PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-06-22 10:54 am (UTC)- hollow knight
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 02:51 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 02:52 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 02:55 pm (UTC)Revolutionary Girl Utena
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
Date: 2024-06-28 05:07 pm (UTC)artwork
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 02:56 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
mmmm i love toxic yuri
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 02:59 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-25 12:03 am (UTC)Pairing: L'Arachel x Eirika
WC: 640
L'Arachel takes a seat beside Eirika on the shaded bank of the river, neatly folding her legs to one side as a proper lady should. The water flows swift but shallow before them, tumbling over smooth pebbles with a soft but steady gurgle. Willow branches bend gracefully above their heads all the way to touch the glassy surface of the river.
Eirika remains silent as she works an oiled cloth over the worn blade of her rapier. It's seen much use of late. L'Arachel graciously allows Eirika time to finish her maintenance in peace, though she can't help but muse on what a chore it must be, constantly having to clean and sharpen one's pointy things, preventing against rust and whatnot. Magic staves are so much simpler. Either they work or they don't, and as soon as they're broken, they're simply discarded and replaced with a shiny new one.
(Why, in a pinch, L'Arachel can even whack a monster with a staff, so really, they're more efficient than swords! Twice as many uses!)
“L'Arachel,” Eirika says softly, startling her from her reverie. “Do you regret your decision to join this war? To join me?”
L'Arachel laughs outright. “Why, it is my life's very calling, my divine purpose, to rid the world of monstrosities as my sacred ancestor did, and be praised by the masses as a legendary hero! Whysoever would you think otherwise?”
“Of course.” Eirika smiles, although still she droops like a wilting flower, melancholia plaguing her soul. “You have never doubted yourself or the path you tread. You and Ephraim have that admirable trait in common. Would that I had half your assuredness...”
“My dearest Eirika, you are a princess among princesses,” L'Arachel babbles, leaning closer in her eagerness to convey her opinion. “There should be no word for doubt in your vocabulary! With you as a shining example of the marriage between beauty and strength, refinement and grace, brilliance and beauty – did I say beauty already? You are strikingly beautiful, after all, so it bears repeating! Anyway, the point is, anyone should consider themselves fortunate to find themselves at your side–!”
Eirika lays a light hand on L'Arachel's shoulder, cutting short her rambling stream of dialogue. “Do you, though?”
“Consider myself fortunate, you mean?” L'Arachel swallows around a sudden lump in her throat, her nervous voice pitching high. “I have no need of luck when I have divine grace on my side, but I would happily follow you wherever you lead, as long I should live, 'til death do us part!”
“Is that truly how you feel?” A small smile now plays on Eirika's lips.
“Most certainly! I would not jest about such matters,” L'Arachel says haughtily, straightening up as her cheeks color. “I would choose you a thousand times over! And take heart: troubadours shall sing for centuries to come of my epic exploits and womanly charms, and by association, they shall also sing of you! Is that not wondrous news indeed?”
“Indeed,” Eirika agrees, sliding her rapier back into its sheath. She gazes out over the river for a moment longer, then adds softly, “Thank you, L'Arachel. You do have a unique way of making even the most insistent voice of doubt in my mind seem inconsequential.”
“'Tis mere devilry at work! You must develop the mental fortitude to never listen to anyone, even yourself! If ill thoughts begin to torment you unfairly in the future, bring them to me sooner,” L'Arachel says fiercely, picking up her staff and waving it about for emphasis. “I shall beat some sense back into you, like this! And that, and that!”
“That is... certainly enthusiastic,” Eirika says, ducking beneath L'Arachel's wild swings. “Do promise you won't literally knock me senseless, won't you? You are still listening to me... right?”
“And that! And that!”
“...L'Arachel?”
“Aaand that! Hahaha!”
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:01 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:04 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
FILL: TEAM OC MOON
Date: 2024-07-02 08:57 pm (UTC)Fandom: DC comics
Type: Edit, icons
Link: https://www.tumblr.com/esteicy-blog/754926011269939200/harlivy-holly-icons-for-yuriolympics-bonus
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:06 pm (UTC)from Flower Meanings: The Language of Flowers
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:07 pm (UTC)from the Victorian flower language and Hanakotoba
FILL - TOKUSATSU YURI SHIPS UNITED FRONT
Date: 2024-06-26 02:37 am (UTC)Canon: Tatort Zürich
Words: 1337
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Puddles are carefree in lining the walkways of Zürich, and even more so in mixing with the earth below Isabelle’s feet.
The flowers in front of her must be quite the performers; they refuse to hide themselves even under gloomy skies. Bubblegum blossoms stand bright — first against their dulled greenery, then the even more lustreless visage of the city altogether. Sugar and petrichor hang in the air, lingering around both her and her companion.
“They’re toxic, you know,” Ott mutters.
Isabelle replies, “What?”
“The oleander over there. They’re toxic. Or so Noah told me.”
Of that, Isabelle had no clue. But it’s very like Ott to keep note of these tiny little details; it’s quite useful, especially in cases like these, where flowers find themselves at center stage of a murder case.
Quite frankly, Isabelle isn’t sure if either of them should be here. Their lead is promising; times match up, and Ott’s solo investigations have proven quite the motive. But hearsay is a laughing matter in the courtroom; only empirical evidence can prove guilt.
And time continues to tick, counting down until the city can exclaim, “Tant pis, the case will be forevermore unsolved.”
Isabelle leaves both the flowers and her work partner out of her attention for now, instead crouching down. Surely, a bloodstained ring would stand out, should it be resting in the grass to her right? It could serve as a problem if it were to be completely caked over by mud, but if Ott’s testimony of the jewel being immense holds any truth to it, locating it should be easy if it’s here.
Well, immense is paraphrasing it. She had compared it to some American candy Isabelle had never heard of before. While the name long slipped out of Isabelle’s mind, the shape — gem comically larger than the ring itself — stays at the front.
“Could you remind me what the gem was again?” she asks, “Diamond?”
“Yeah,” Ott replies, “Pink, to be specific.”
Right, right. Pink. It’s a shame that Isabelle has no visual guide to assist her, but Ott is enough — in this case, more than. Even still, it is better that Ott stays within Isabelle’s sights than out, lest she end up being her usual reckless self.
It’s dangerous, more so than usual. Isabelle had perused through the letter on Ott’s desk. There, neat, violet-inked penmanship had gleefully spilled a long, increasingly colourful list of threats should the writer ever cross paths with Ott again. Anonymous, naturally; whoever’s hand had drafted such a horrid letter is still unknown.
Ott doesn’t seem as terrified about the prospect. But Isabelle’s mind has long lost the battle of keeping these scenarios out of her mind; she has seen too much, where letters just like these have led to a trip to the morgue.
And if Isabelle were to see Ott’s body growing colder on a morgue gurney, eyes glassily empty, if Isabelle were to have no one snarking in her ear, if Isabelle were to realize that her back has now been left bare, without a reckless soul to watch out for-
“Isabelle?”
Oleander and petrichor. Ott’s voice rings her name in her ears, and it is a much gentler landing for Isabelle’s consciousness compared to the promises of that accursed letter.
The ground below is a blank canvas, with nothing to feed Isabelle’s imagination. She takes in one breath, then two, before turning to Ott.
She replies, “Yes?”
“Something on your mind?” Ott asks.
Ah, crap. Isabelle has once again left herself in the open.
“No,” she tries, “It’s just…”
It’s silly. That’s what. For now, Isabelle’s worries have no longer focused on the possibilities the world has to offer, should Ott be alone. No, it locks onto Ott’s voice, laughter waving mockery her way; the mighty, cold-hearted Isabelle Grandjean, concerned for her? Unheard of.
Instead, she frowns, crinkling her nose at Ott’s answer to her query.
“Pink?” she states, “That’s a bit of an odd choice for a wedding ring.”
“Other gems are in vogue these days,” Ott replies, scoffing, “Everyone wants their own special gem.”
“Or it’s cheaper.”
Ott is no fool. Isabelle is aware of this. There will be a second attempt at cracking open Isabelle’s heart, later onward. Even worse, things are almost always successful the second time around; will it be through heavy tears or through beer-controlled lips that Isabelle will finally confess?
The sleepy air wakes up with the jingling of a ringtone; Ott’s ringtone, to be specific. Isabelle pays no heed to the light cursing under Ott’s breath as she fishes through her pockets, extracting her phone.
She gives Isabelle a certain look as she lifts the phone to her ear, one that Isabelle has long learned to understand within microseconds.
I’ll be back in a moment.
“Ott speaking.”
The static over the phone fuzzes even more so with every step Ott takes away from Isabelle, until the air deems it unable to be heard by her, let alone discerned.
By all means, Isabelle should resume her own search. Time continues to count down, and it surely does not stop at matters of the heart. But her eyes refuse to search further for the ring, instead staying locked on Ott. They raise a good point, however; what is to happen, should Ott vanish from her sights for even a moment?
Moments later, Ott’s other hand flies up to support the one holding her phone.
“There’s a what-”
Her hand drops.
Vines start to creep around Isabelle’s heart as Ott’s eyebrows hang low, frown tightening into a thin line. Worse yet, the air eagerly steals the sparkle in her eyes, fading them away. But she does not speak; there must be quite the bombshell on the other end, Isabelle thinks.
And suddenly, Ott’s eyes are on her.
Her expression is still as her gaze pierces into Isabelle. Isabelle’s eyes don’t seem to be the object of focus, though. No, Ott looks lower, ignoring Isabelle’s face altogether. How inconvenient; a thousand questions could easily be answered with a simple look.
About one or two are answered when Ott looks back at the ground just as suddenly, and with the statement right after.
“Fuck. Okay, I’ll be there soon. See you.”
No, Isabelle’s heart mumbles. If Ott meant both of them, she would have said it. But her reply confirming solitude only begs the question: what necessitates her lurking around the corners of danger and daring its jaws again?
But this is silly. Isabelle Grandjean continues her work even at near-fatal risk to herself. It’s her duty to. So why does her heart paint itself a hypocrite, and so much so to even stop her crucial tasks in their tracks-
Warmth rests on her shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. Isabelle looks up.
Ott’s eyes are softer now, and her frown even more so. Therein lies the destruction of Isabelle’s charades; Ott must have connected the lines together, and come up with a conclusion of her own.
We have to talk after this is all done.
The lack of life in her eyes remains nevertheless.
“I have to get going,” she says, “You finish up your treasure hunt, and we’ll meet up at the station, okay?”
And before Isabelle can even say a word, Ott is off, hurried footprints imprinted into the soil. Isabelle’s heart only continues to protest in response. Why, she should have zero idea, but something creeps through the earth, snaking its way up to her mind.
Isabelle has always been one to bury herself with fact. Even her instinct is but a mere forgotten toy, covered in dust and hidden in the shadows for the eternities to come. Gut feeling — whichever one is to call it — has always been more of Ott’s jurisdiction.
And yet, the oleander bushes stand solemnly across the muddied path, a lone message stark in the rays that both colour the blooms pink and serve as a spotlight for Isabelle to behold.
Beware, beware, of what is soon to befall.
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:08 pm (UTC)from Hanakotoba
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:09 pm (UTC)from Hanakotoba
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:10 pm (UTC)from French Countryside Flowers
PROMPT: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-22 03:11 pm (UTC)from Hanokotoba
PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-06-23 12:35 am (UTC)Burying your heart in the ashtray;
And you think it's gonna grow,
Like a wildflower on the side of the highway"
- wildflower, mel bryant & the mercy makers.
FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-06-23 02:47 pm (UTC)had a lot of fun with this prompt! here's the link to my ao3 fic!
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-24 07:44 pm (UTC)‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
- T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
According to Wikipedia, hyacinths were sacred to Aphrodite.
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-24 07:50 pm (UTC)Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
- T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
The opening stanza of Eliot’s poem is a reference to and inversion of the opening line of Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, and may have also been inspired by the opening lines of the Walt Whitman poem from my next prompt.
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-24 07:53 pm (UTC)And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,
I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of [her] I love.
- Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d, an elegy written for Abraham Lincoln (and with one pronoun swapped out for yuri purposes)
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-24 08:01 pm (UTC)There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
- T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-25 02:43 am (UTC)Like four feet dangling in the stream
But the Kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine
Every step, gotta keep it clean
…
I, I don't remember the last time you asked how I was
Don't you feel the time slipping away?
It ain't funny at all
It's gonna break your heart one day
…
Life'll grow you a big red rose
Then rip it from beneath your nose
Run it through the pressure machine
And spit you out a name tag memory
- The Killers, Pressure Machine
PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-25 03:05 am (UTC)You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free
- Tom Petty, Wildflowers
FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-06-26 07:34 am (UTC)Pairing: Chiori x Kirara
WC: 300+
this actually inspired me to write my own poem, haha;; it has formatting so i posted it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56926720
Re: FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
From:PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-26 03:36 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-06-26 03:37 am (UTC)