YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 3

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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

Comments

PROMPT: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

[static_prevails]

“[fireweed is] one of the first flowers that grows, and grows the best, after a fire/out of the ashes of something old. so in my mind it’s suiting the theme of letting yourself grow from your grief and losses, and choose to move forward with new life”

- Sarah Webb, on the symbolism of fireweed in her webcomic Kochab

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

word count: 288

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall

fandom: RWBY

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“I don’t like this,” Winter says, screwing up her mouth.

Cinder shrugs languidly, stretching her arms over her head. “I brought fireweed. Feels symbolic, doesn’t it?”

“You always were annoying.”

Winter steps back so Cinder can kneel down by the grave, sinking the heels of her boots into fine soil. The whole world feels off-balance, cast in the soft gold light of the setting sun, melting into itself. She wouldn’t be here if she had a choice.

But then again, she thinks, watching Cinder’s shoulders rise in a sigh, she wouldn’t be anywhere else, either.

“I was a lot of things,” Cinder says, “but it doesn’t matter now. They’re all gone. Right?”

“Right,” Winter echoes, adjusting her grip on her mourner’s cloak. The Atlesian nobility used to wear them in the weeks leading up to funerals, before the city fell to the ground. Klein found her one from an old Valean charity shop and gave it to her, just so she could wear the mask of respectful enemy a little better. “Fireweed, huh?”

“For growing out of the embers of an old life,” Cinder says. Winter catches the fading edges of a smile as she turns to her, away from the grave. There’s a kind of eerie stillness to her now, a loss of vitality, and she isn’t sure if she’s quite comfortable with it. “I’m burying myself today. Gotta have something symbolic, right?”

“Mm. Bit morbid, though, don’t you think?”

“I’m nothing if not morbid,” Cinder shrugs. She rises to her feet, brushing her hand over the top of the headstone, and steps away, head haloed by the setting sun. “Home?”

Winter extends an arm to her. She threads her own through it, pulling her close. “Home.”

FILL: Team Ace Attorney

[kannaa10y]

emamaya as the second chance that lanamia never had
(ships: ema/maya and lana/mia, ace attorney)