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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 11:06 pm (UTC)literal arthurian au, or any mermaids/enchantresses out there?? 🌊
strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of governmentFILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-07 10:43 pm (UTC)word count: 410
pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall
fandom: RWBY
characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, brief whitley schnee cameo
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The phrase ‘Lady of the Lake’ conjures up such specific imagery that Winter assumes the woman walking across the surface of the water, leaking fire, is a hallucination — then, when it becomes clear that the rest of the knights in the entourage can see her too, some kind of new and weirdly specific omen.
It’s only when she opens her mouth to speak that Winter realises what’s going on. Her voice rolls across the surface of the lake along with the fog, sharp and assessing: “Well? Which one of you is looking for me?” and Winter jolts, fumbling for the sword at her side.
“I am,” she says, sinking to one knee, “it’s me. Ozma sent me.”
The woman snorts. She comes into view as she crosses the remainder of the surface between them, a figure in a burning column of fire, beautiful and dark-haired and fierce. “Ozma, huh? Then you’ll want this.”
She kneels too, mirroring Winter, and her hand dips below the surface of the lake, but the fire does not dim. When she rises, she brings a sword with her.
Winter’s jaw drops. She hears Whitley sigh behind her, long and low and disapproving, and if she could tear her gaze away from the woman on the water, she would be shooting him a glare.
“This is for you,” the woman says. “It doesn’t have a name, so go crazy. Return it to me when you’re done.”
Winter swallows thickly. “Um. Ozma said you would give it to me whenever I was in need.”
“Yeah, exactly.” She tosses the sword carelessly; Winter fumbles to catch it. “We don’t trust you with powerful instruments of destruction, exactly. You’ve got to give it back to me for safekeeping.”
“Ah.” She picks the sword up, pulls it to her chest. Her body burns with energy wherever it brushes against the blade, even through her clothes. It feels right, it feels good. “So I should come back — here?”
The woman shrugs, smiles, and Winter feels a little as though she’s been pinned to the spot. “Any body of water will do if you throw it hard enough.”
“Understood.” She swallows again. “And, um. What was your name?”
“The Lady of the Lake,” the woman says, inspecting her nails impassively.
“No, your name. I — mine is Winter.”
She pauses, glancing up at her. That smile drifts a little before it comes back into focus. Winter wonders what she’s thinking about. “It’s Cinder.”
Re: FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-09 12:53 am (UTC)