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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 FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-02 09:43 pm (UTC)It was not always necessary to be the wife of a knight in order to take this title. Sometimes, when some male fiefs were conceded by special privilege to women, they took the rank of chevaleresse, as one sees plainly in Hemricourt where women who were not wives of knights are called chevaleresses."
lady knights :) - [source]
FILL: TEAM TRANSFORMERS
Date: 2024-07-14 03:28 am (UTC)Pairing: June Darby/Arcee
WC: 747
Every once in a while, the kids got to have sleepovers with their robot companions at the Autobot base. That’s how June really got to know Arcee, as she’d stay over too, since the other parents thought the kids were at the Darby’s house.
Sometimes, June would enter the base in the dead of night, after a shift at the hospital. The kids would already be asleep, and the Cybertronians were often still up and about, having sleep cycles that eclipsed the twenty-four hour span of a human day.
It was nice to have calm conversation after a night of helping out with cut off fingers and eye injuries because of a lack of PPE (theirs was a working town, even if others like to act otherwise).
So, she had gotten around to spending a lot of time with Arcee, time where she needed to wind down.
June may have been a mother, but she was a divorced mother with blood in her veins and a sexual history that would have sent her teenage boy squirming for the hills, shooting her shot with Optimus had only been half a joke.
Shorting her shot with Arcee had been worth it. Double worth it, since these moments in the quiet were so interesting too.
It wasn’t the average quiet, not the kind she had with her previous husband, where silences were still and they barely acknowledged each other was there. It hadn’t been malicious; it was that their interests had continued to drift farther and farther apart, and more importantly, they had stopped being able to infect each other with said interests.
When June got back to the base and spotted Arcee with about twenty-five different Wikipedia tabs open on the main computer, June had been immediately curious to watch the Autobot warrior was studying. The human climbed the catwalk that allowed them to have conversations with the Autobot’s that didn’t leave them staring down at the humans like they were lost puppies. She certainly had no interest in Joan of Arc or onna-musha, and she hadn’t read The Second Sex since university, and she hadn’t even wanted to touch medieval history with a ten foot pole in her electives, so chivalry was just a word to June, but it was intriguing to wonder how Arcee had ended up with such a Wikipedia rabbit hole collection at 2AM.
“What dots are you connecting together?”
Arcee’s fins wiggled in what June had quickly learned was a greeting. “It’s stupid, but I noticed that “woman” and “women” and other words like them are used as a weird modifier in your language. I’ve thought of them as somewhat similar to “femme” like we would use to describe my spark type, but now I’m thinking I’ve vastly misunderstood the connotations.” She moved open windows around, focusing on the chivalry and Joan of Arc tags. “The fact that she was a “lady knight” seems significant, to the point that it’s odd and some even consider it evil, I think? But that seems utterly stupid.”
“Well, they did burn her at the stake.” That much June knew, but she didn’t consider her common knowledge impressive.
“Yes, but I’m struggling to understand why.”
June pursed her lips as she thought.
Acree spoke again. “Okay, maybe not struggling, more so hoping that my anger is unjustified, but I’ve also spent an hour reading about feminist movements and getting more angry.”
“Because they were needed in the first place? There’s no sexism on Cybertron?”
Arcee’s plating rattled in agitation. “No? But there’s similar cruelty? The civil war started for some legitimate reasons after all, Megatron just fueled already burning tensions to a breaking point, but as far as I’m concerned, you humans,” at this, Arcee waved a servo towards June, “don’t have different frame types. That’s where most of our discrimination came from.”
June crossed her arms and sighed. Arcee’s mind was one of her attractive traits, for all that she acted like a hot head warrior. It wasn’t surprising that she was going straight to anger, but June had helped pull a saw blade out of a man’s cheek that night. She did not have the energy for this conversation. “I think this is a conversation for when I’m not dead on my feet.”
Arcee finally turned around from the computer to face her body towards June. Her smile was apologetic. “Right, you were working. Rough shift?”
June smiled back, “Well, let me tell you…”
FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-07-15 06:05 pm (UTC)Words: 308
Notes: Part of a series of River bubble AUs.
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The knights parade in the order of their houses, faceless pages carrying their standards before them, for the review of the Lady Nonagesimus.
First is Marta Dyas, the champion of the Second, resplendent in crimson, a white plume crowning her helmet. Her pose is regal and her chivalry perfect: she is the favorite to win this tournament.
Second is Jeannemary Chatur, child knight of the Fourth. Her visor is raised, her face glowing amid navy vestments. This is her first tournament, and she will contest it well, the Lady knows.
Third is Magnus Quinn, jovial knight and morganatic Lord of the Fifth, a gold chain plaited across his brown surcoat. He will win no pennants here, but that is no concern of his. He is beloved by all.
Fourth is Protesilaus Ebdoma, champion of the Seventh. His banner is a silver rose, and the Lady knows well that he would much rather be tending his garden than wielding the sword or the lance. But his duty is clear and his devotion unquestioning. He will acquit himself well.
Fifth is a riderless horse, saddled and dressed in the white and silver of the Eighth. Where is his rider? He was called to the tournament, and he did not refuse, but neither did he appear.
And sixth, dressed in the sepulchral black of the Lady’s own Ninth, is an unbidden knight. Her breastplate is skeletal, her unhelmed head alight with a shock of fiery hair, a great two-handed sword is strapped to her back. Her face is just far enough to be out of view, but the Lady is certain it is familiar, one that she cannot place but that she knows intimately. She must resolve this mystery.
As she cranes her neck to better see, Ortus inclines himself slightly and says:
“Lady Nonagesimus, is this truly how it happens?”
Re: FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons
Date: 2024-07-16 12:40 am (UTC)