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for this bonus round, the theme is historical fiction! prompts inspired by specific moments in (real or fictional) history.
this round will end on july 15th
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 OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:23 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:24 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:24 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:24 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:25 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:25 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:36 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:36 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 10:53 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-07-03 11:10 am (UTC)"Owing to concerns about collateral damage, an anonymous letter of warning was sent to William Parker, 4th Baron Monteagle, on 26 October 1605, who immediately showed it to the authorities. During a search of the House of Lords in the evening on 4 November 1605, Fawkes was discovered guarding 36 barrels of gunpowder—enough to reduce the House of Lords to rubble—and arrested."
"The thwarting of the Gunpowder Plot was commemorated for many years afterwards by special sermons and other public events such as the ringing of church bells, which evolved into the British variant of Bonfire Night of today."
(conspiracy, treason, and betrayal, or the legacy left by it.)
source
PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-07-03 11:19 am (UTC)(unethical experimentation & how people are shaped by their environments)
source
FILL: Team Transformers
Date: 2024-07-08 10:35 pm (UTC)Canon: TFA (post-canon)
WC: 530
It had taken forever to get off of the backwater planet herself and Waspinator had been transwarped to, and Blackarachnia hadn’t managed to do so without a stowaway tagging along.
Maybe “stowaway” was unfair. Airachnid had been on said backwater planet for whatever reason, and now had decided to leave with Blackarachnia, wholly on the basis that she was “endeared towards another spiderbot like herself.” Not that Blackarachnia took the enjoyment from her form that Airachnid did. (She was quite unsure how the older femme had even come to her form. Airachnid was still wholly a technological being, not one warped into a techno-organic like Blackarachnia.)
“Stowaway” was technically unfair. It was Airachnid’s decrepit ship they took off-planet. But it was Blackarachnia’s comm codes as Chief Science Officer (thank Primus she hadn’t been stripped of her rank after her disappearance) that got them into the (relative) safety of Decepticon space without issue. Usually, there would be a very warm welcome for an unmarked ship, even one as small as Airachnid’s. Most ships did not survive that welcome.
The retention of her rank had Blackarachnia suddenly fielding what felt like five million messages as Chief Science Officer once Airachnid’s comms terminal had been connected to the Decepticon data network.
The ship was cramped, barely enough for one bot, let alone two when one was a Decepticon, though Airachnid was quite small for a warbuild. The messages and reports were a pile that were instantly leading to a strain in Blackarachnia’s processor, and though she did not have privacy, the contents were generally so dry that no other Con (other than Shockwave or any of Blackarachnia’s science minions) had an interest in what the Science Division was doing.
Little did she know of Airachnid’s interests.
The other femme had been obviously reading over Blackarachnia’s shoulders, not trying to hide her snooping as Blackarachnia read over some suggestions one minion had sent on the triple-changer modification process. That wasn’t surprising; Airachnid had problems with personal space the second Blackarachnia had met her. What was surprising was when she asked: “Why force a tank form onto him? Even adding in the coding for rotors would have been quite taxing on his jet-oriented processor since you did it in such large segments.”
Blackarachnia reset her optics. “What would you know about it?”
“Well, no Cybertronian’s born with extra legs like mine, even if I still transform into a helicopter. I did all the work myself.” There was the sound of Airachnid’s spider-like legs shuffling. “Small gradual adjustments worked for me. As you can see, I don’t have personality issues.”
Blackarachnia turned around to see the wide, taunting grin on Airachnid’s face. “What do I care if Blitzwing’s personality got messed up in the process. I got the results Lord Megatron wanted. His three forms work.”
Airachnid laughed. “Dear, I don’t say that because you need to care about your test subjects, but you certainly should take pride in your work. It sounds like you got lucky, not that you wielded your coding with expertise.”
“And what? You’re going to show me how to do coding like that?”
The grin widened. “Well, if you ask nicely…”
PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:32 am (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-08 09:55 pm (UTC)word count: 322
pairing: suletta mercury/miorine rembran
fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury
a/n: i remembered gwitch and shakespeare, burst into tears, and by the time i stopped crying this had appeared in my google docs
//
Miorine turns to face Suletta as she pulls herself over the balcony, lips quirking. “What are you doing here?”
Suletta grins at her. “Coming to visit you. I wanted to see you.”
She’s been getting bolder with that smile, throwing it around like she knows what it does to Miorine’s heart. Miorine steps up to her as she rights herself, presses her fingers to the shoulders of her jacket over smooth, clear Mercurian blue, and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of her mouth. Suletta flushes. “I wanted to see you too,” she says as she pulls away, “I missed you.”
“My mom’s gonna kill me.” Her voice doesn’t carry a hint of regret. “I roped Eri in, too. She brought me here.”
Right, Miorine thinks, right. Suletta cannot walk very far by herself, not since the last duel. And yet she insists on climbing in through the balcony, insists on bringing her roses and violets and lavender whenever they go too long without seeing each other. Her hands shake as they hook around Miorine’s waist, drawing her back in for another kiss, and it’s got nothing to do with the nerves.
“Stay the night,” she offers. Suletta pulls back to stammer at her; Miorine silences her with another kiss. “Not like that, you loser. Tell Eri to head back home and I’ll escort you down tomorrow morning. I could call you a messenger for Guel.”
She grins. Suletta laughs. “Your dad wouldn’t believe me for a second.”
“Then I’ll tell him to fuck off.”
She laughs again, clear and bright. G-d, Miorine loves her. “I’d like to see that. I think you scare him a little.”
She doesn’t, not one bit, but it’s funny to contemplate. “I try,” she acquiesces, tilting her head, not sure if Suletta genuinely thinks that or if she assumes she’s generally terrifying. And she adds, just because she can, “Kiss me again.”
Suletta obliges.
PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:35 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:37 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:43 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:45 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:46 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:50 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:51 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:53 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:55 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:57 am (UTC)PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-07-03 08:30 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team Rosemary
Date: 2024-07-03 09:17 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-13 07:15 am (UTC)Pairing: Madoka (Mathilda) x Homura (Hope)
WC: 751
“Mathilda!”
Hope's hands plunge into the freezing water to grab her – and not a moment too soon. Mathilda is pulled with a gasp from the river, coughing violently and white as a sheet, but alive. Her hapless bonnet races away from her on the swift current and vanishes around the bend.
The girls collapse on the riverbank to catch their breath, fingers laced together for comfort. The summer sun beats down on them from on high, baking the cracked earth into red dust. Hope's anxious heart is still thundering as swift as a horse's hooves. There have been so many close calls on this harsh journey west. Crossing the ford is a risk every pioneer in the wagon train must take if they wish to proceed, but the thought of losing Mathilda now, after all these months of survival...
Hope could not bear such cruelty. Everything she's done thus far, she's done for Mathilda.
Hope sits up and begins stubbornly wringing water out of her sodden petticoats. Her ears are ringing with the lowing of reluctant oxen, the creak of protesting wagon wheels, the shouts of families, the braying of mules – it's so noisy. The line of covered wagons still waiting to take the plunge stretches as far down the trail as she can make out.
Hope tries not to linger on the splintered wreckage of the wagons that didn't make it, piled up like spars of driftwood along the banks, but it's impossible to ignore the ugly reality. The odds are stacked against them.
As she watches, a pure white crow alights atop a ruined axle with the wheel still attached. The carrion bird cocks its head to regard her with one glittering red eye, then bobs its head, croaking a raspy note of amusement.
Hope shudders.
“What do you reckon it'll be like in Oregon?” Mathilda asks, gently breaking her from her reverie. “Tell me about the house again. Please.”
Hope smiles as Mathilda lays her head on Hope's lap. “We're going to build a little house, just for us,” she murmurs. Her fingers stroke a soothing, repetitive pattern through Mathilda's damp hair. “The government promised us a homestead no matter who we are. We'll keep chickens in the yard, and farm the land. I'll hunt for you, and you'll sew for me. Maybe we'll buy a little cart, and have a nice old mule to pull it into town, for when we stock up on flour, and sugar, and salt.”
“Just for us,” Mathilda sighs happily, closing her eyes. “No families pressuring us to marry. No one who knows we broke off our engagements back home.”
“The West will be our new home,” Hope agrees firmly. “No more tears and sadness. No more dwelling on what we had to leave behind. Look instead to the future I'm going to build with you.”
Mathilda sits up, healthy color returning to her cheeks. “I should very much like to kiss you right now,” she giggles, mischief bright in her rose-tinted eyes. “Pity we're in full view of the entirety of the Oregon Trail.”
Hope calmly unlaces the ties of her modest cap and slips it off, letting her long hair unfurl down her back. She holds the hat up as a shield to obscure both of their faces, and with a sly smile, leans in bold as brass to peck Mathilda right on the cheek.
Mathilda's face is scarlet as a sunburn when Hope refastens the laces beneath her chin, smug in her triumph.
The dream always starts with her waking in the same bed. It's like no doctor's place she's ever seen, everything pristine and white, gleaming metal instruments and moving screens around her, but instinct tells her it's heart medicine that she ends up taking with her. She's short of breath in the labyrinthine halls of the bafflingly large schoolhouse, and it's a struggle just to make her way up the stairs, let alone carry her books at the same time. Her body is so much frailer than she remembers it being.
Introducing herself in front of the class makes her so anxious she just wants to curl up in a corner and weep. Even the name she gives is wrong. Instead of Hope, here she is Homura.
Then everything just... stops. The other voices fall away until only one remains, one bastion of safety in the sea of unfamiliar things. Mathilda – no, Madoka – is here.
That means everything is going to be alright.
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Date: 2024-07-03 09:18 pm (UTC)