for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!
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miyukitty - PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 06:48 am (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-07-21 11:56 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
From:PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 06:50 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-31 04:31 pm (UTC)Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
The bell rings when Adora enters the diner. Even from behind, she recognizes the trio at the counter immediately. If she hadn't, she would have recognized Entrapta's voice anyway.
"-objectively doing better," Entrapta says, as Catra turns around. "So-"
"Later." Catra smirks, or tries to. Adora knows her too well to miss the tension in her shoulders. "I have to take out some trash."
Adora's laugh is more surprise than anything. "You can't get the diner in the breakup when my grandmother owns the place. Not happening."
There's the smirk. "Razz likes me better than you and you know it."
Razz loved when Adora brought Catra in. She had strawberry pie in the middle of winter, because it was Catra's favorite. Adora helped her make it, because Catra was her favorite.
The bell chimes again, and Huntara puts her hand on Adora's arm. "I'm ready to be wowed," Huntara tells Adora, standing close enough to make things clear, and Adora can't find the satisfaction she thought she'd feel when she watches Catra fight to keep her expression even. The clouds in her eyes deepen when Adora brings Huntara to their booth, but there's still a hollow soreness where Adora expected victory to be.
Bow had said a week was too soon to try to date again, after breaking up with her best friend of over a decade. Glimmer had taken a picture of her after the gym and said the best revenge was finding someone hotter. Or a life well lived. Something. Their song had come on the radio, and Adora stopped paying attention.
Huntara talks, and Adora rolls out all of her dubious charms. All she can think about is how Catra would roll her eyes, smile fond, and say at least you're cute. Thirty minutes later, when Catra leaves the booth to make out with a very muscled blonde right in front of the diner's glass window, Adora asks Huntara if she wants to get out of here. If she chooses her line of sight carefully, and talks loudly about the rhubarb crumble, she can almost pretend Catra isn't there.
Adora gets halfway to Huntara's place before her stomach decides for her. She leaves Huntara in front of her building with a hail of apologies and a promise to call, lie bitter over the sugar on her lips. When Adora gets to her apartment, she walks past the unwashed dishes and unopened mail to collapse on the bed that still has long brown strands tangled in the sheets.
PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 06:55 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 06:59 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 07:07 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 07:18 am (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-31 11:23 pm (UTC)@ cinderfall: all i’m saying is i think it’d be advantageous if we set up our tables together
yk, corner the market and such
besides, you have a huge audience thanks to your brother
and i can help you break even
@ w.schnee.art: No, thanks
I value my craft.
@ cinderfall: oh my g-d schnee
how many times
it’s for the good of us both
@ w.schnee.art: I’m failing to see how this arrangement would benefit me in any way.
@ cinderfall: well you have social anxiety don’t you
@ w.schnee.art: And autism, and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and depression, yes. Anything else?
@ cinderfall: exactly
i don’t
ik how much you hate working fairs
despite how much demand there is and how you’re soooo overworked and soooo wanted everywhere
so like
i help you sell, you sit in the back and fiddle w the packaging, win win
@ w.schnee.art: So, what? You expect me to contact the organiser on your behalf and ask if you can tag along?
@ cinderfall: exactly that yes
i can set up my stall next to yours and we’ll push them together
@ w.schnee.art: No offence, but I don’t think horror-themed crochet exactly fits the demographic I tend to reach.
@ cinderfall: oh girl you have no idea
lotta freaks in your rabid fanbase
@ w.schnee.art: First of all, I do not have a fanbase.
Secondly, even if I did, I like to think they wouldn’t be as intensely parasocial as you make them out to be.
@ cinderfall: you being weird isnt enough of a deterrent
hence the offer im making you
so?
@ w.schnee.art: So, what?
@ cinderfall: awww i can email oz for you if it’s too scary
@ w.schnee.art: Don’t threaten me with a good time.
PROMPT: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-17 07:27 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2024-07-17 07:30 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-31 01:45 pm (UTC)Word Count: 13,298
Link to the fic is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57789406
PROMPT: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-17 07:34 am (UTC)Similarly, an otome protagonist and a female rival falling in love after fighting over one of the male love interests. (Sort of akin to Rika/MC from Mystic Messenger's relationship.)
PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:28 am (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-07-26 09:22 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:29 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:30 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:31 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:32 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2024-07-17 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-07-30 10:40 pm (UTC)Winter has sent an attachment
Winter: So
cin: so?
Winter: So. This place looks pretty achievable. What do you think?
cin: hmmmm
pretty open
likely to be high security
it’d take a while to get in
i’d need to access a floor plan
Winter: So what you’re saying is, you give in?
cin: oooh don’t tell me you’re thinking of robbing the met
wow you’ve really taken a turn for the worse
couldn’t have a thing to do with me
Winter: Shut up. Are we on?
Or should I take the win for granted?
If you think you can’t do it, I’m happy to find another building for you.
Perhaps something easier, like a children’s playground.
I hear there’s an epidemic of children burying plastic coins.
cin: shut the hell up and get planning
what do i win if i get this one
Winter: A point.
cin: a kiss?????? :)))))
Winter: I will refrain from reporting you to the police for my own gain for a little while longer.
cin: mwah mwah love u too baby
Winter: And when the game is over I’ll help you destroy all evidence of your plans.
Like this.
cin: ooooo threatening
well bc i’m generous i’ll get you something pretty before i leave
Winter: Not red, it’ll be too obvious.
cin: ;)
PROMPT: TEAM ANIME & MANGA
Date: 2024-07-17 09:41 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-07-19 11:45 am (UTC)(ocs, because I couldn’t think of anyone that fit but the prompt was far too good to pass on)
See, the thing is that Penelope was trying to be normal.
No matter what Liv might say, she does not have a “thing” about Ayla Chandrasekhar. She does not! They don’t even run in the same circles half the time, why would Penelope care about her at all? Ayla can go off and do — whatever she wants to do with her theories and essays and conspiracy board pinouts all by herself, Penelope doesn’t mind. She doesn’t even think about Ayla half of the time. Most of the time.
It’s objective surprise, and nothing more, that motivates her march down the hallway to where Ayla is flipping through a notebook.
“What are you doing here?”
Ayla looks up at her. Blinks. She looks completely unsurprised, somehow, which grates against Penelope’s sensibilities.
“Studying,” she says. “You can’t look at my notes.”
“I wasn’t going to.” Seriously, why is everyone convinced that Ayla is some sort of kind loner angel who also happens to be a genius? She’s never been nice to Penelope once since they met the second time.
“Okay,” Ayla says, and looks back down at her notes.
Penelope waits ten seconds. Then twenty.
“Is something wrong?” Ayla asks, not even bothering to look back up.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Penelope points out, resisting the childish urge to stomp her foot.
“Yes I did,” Ayla says. “I’m studying. The test is starting in seven minutes, you know.”
Penelope knows. The clock in the proctoring classroom is visible through the window blinds. “I meant, what are you doing taking the AMC?”
Ayla actually looks up at that. Considers Penelope. Her head tilts to one side, just slightly.
Penelope stares back at her. Now that she has the opportunity she can’t stop herself from looking, from cataloguing the curve of Ayla’s bangs over her cheek, the soft glow of her skin from the setting sun, the dark brown of her eyes boring into Penelope’s own: so clear and wide and open and yet telling Penelope absolutely nothing.
“Why do you ask?” Ayla answers, finally.
“Because you don’t — do this kind of thing,” Penelope says, frustrated. Isn’t it obvious? Doesn’t everyone know this? “You’re a writer. You do school competitions. This — this is math, and it’s an external thing! We don’t even have an IMO club, I would know! You don’t like math!”
“Hey, be careful!” someone yells off to the side — a fellow student, from the looks of it. Penelope must have hit her while gesticulating. Whoops.
“Sorry!” she yells, then turns back to Ayla. “So yeah, I don’t see why you—”
She stops. Ayla’s staring at her again, but this time she’s… surprised? Caught off guard? Her lips are very slightly parted, and she’s looking at Penelope like —
Like —
Penelope searches her emotional library and fails.
“I didn’t know you were paying so much attention,” Ayla mumbles.
“What?”
“I didn’t — never mind.” Ayla sighs. Penelope blinks at her, trying to parse, still failing. “Aren’t you going to review?”
These days Penelope can’t close her eyes without seeing circular quadrilaterals and tangent lines and similar triangles in the darkness. “I don’t need to,” she says.
“Huh.” Ayla smiles at her (Ayla smiles at her!). “Confident as always, aren’t you, Penelope?”
Penelope has to take a moment to process the way Ayla says her name. Penelope. It flickers on her tongue like air.
Deep breath. Hands on her hips. “If I don’t get into the AIME, I’ll eat my sock,” Penelope declares.
The slope of Ayla’s grin turns… fond? No, she’s imagining things.
“Well then,” she says. “I’ll give you one hint.”
On instinct Penelope leans forward. “What is it?”
Instead of answering right away, Ayla tilts toward her. Closer. So close their noses almost brush. Penelope could just — could just take a step and —
“I’m not doing this because I want to,” Ayla whispers.
Penelope jolts, but Ayla is already five steps away. The bell is ringing. Time to go in.
“Good luck, Penelope!” Ayla calls behind her. “I hope you beat me!”
Penelope stares after her for far too long.
i took the amc for the entirety of middle and high school and had ZERO homoerotic encounters so this is my way to cope
Re: FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
From:PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney
Date: 2024-07-17 10:17 am (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-07-20 04:07 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs (Moon)
Date: 2024-07-17 12:08 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Kittyuri
Date: 2024-07-18 03:42 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-17 12:18 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-17 12:19 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-17 12:20 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-20 06:59 pm (UTC)sorry i wound up going. a little bit feral with this? cinder is queen of not explaining her thought processes to anyone
//
“We’re not even dating,” Robyn protests, “you really don’t have to do this, dude.”
Cinder rolls her eyes. unimpressed. Winter raises her hands, not wanting to be caught inbetween whatever is going on between the two of them, and pulls out her phone as a form of shield. “You may as well be.”
“I’m a lesbian.”
“And he’s your beard. Come on, do you really think we can’t do it better? Do you even know me? Do you know how many suits Winter owns?”
“Three,” Winter supplies. Help me, she messages Weiss.
i don’t know what it is, comes the reply, but no.
Why :(
its cinder related isn’t it
...Yes?
“See!” Cinder says emphatically, pointing to Winter. “Three! We can match!”
“Or we could all match,” Robyn mumbles. “It’s a wedding. It’d be nice.”
convince her not to outdress ruby at her own wedding
thats my moral support
I mean, I can try
She’s competing with Robyn
I think
SIGHHH ok fine tell her youre coming to mine
Am I coming to yours?
you have a key you can come in any time
//
“What are we fighting with Robyn over this time?”
Cinder groans, sinking down on the couch. She puts her feet up on the coffee table; Winter lets her. “Not fighting, amicable bickering.”
“Over…?”
“I don’t fucking know. Romantic gestures, this week.”
“And you’re sure you didn’t dig your own grave,” Winter says, stepping over her legs, “and that this is purely Robyn’s own competitiveness. Robyn, who is single, and not together with Qrow.”
“She’s his beard,” Cinder says. “But they do like, shit together.”
“We also do things together,” Winter points out. “And I really don’t think they’re involved.”
“Ooh, involved. I forgot you talk like an old Victorian ghost.”
“Well, whatever I talk like, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m right. There’s nothing to beat.”
Cinder pauses, looks up at her in the half-light filtering through the curtains in the living room. The tension in her upper body unwinds instantly. It would be gratifying if she wasn’t giving her one of her glares, the kind that Winter doesn’t know how to read.
“Whatever,” she says suddenly, “just dress up nice for me, alright?”
//
Qrow is wearing cheetah print, so they’re obviously winning. Not that there’s anything to win in the first place, Winter thinks, but they’re still doing it. She catches Cinder looking at him incredulously several times throughout the course of the night, including when he stands up to give a speech about Ruby and makes roughly two thirds of the room cry.
“Ask me to dance.”
“What? Why?”
“Guess.”
Winter glances between her and the rest of the room — Cinder lounging back in her seat, fiddling aimlessly with the jewels on her eyepatch; Ruby and Penny and Weiss standing awkwardly in the corner of the hall and holding hands, Jaune nervously talking Emerald’s ear off, the tables being cleared away for what she assumes are dance floor purposes — and finds what she’s looking for, which turns out to be Robyn politely refusing the handkerchief Qrow is trying to hand back to her.
“I’ll never understand your thing about them,” she says, but stands up anyway. “You know I only know old Atlesian formal dances, right?”
“Yes, it’s very hot, all the women go crazy for it,” Cinder says idly. She rises out of her seat and slips under Winter’s arm, presses into her side. “We’re going to have to introduce dance cards just to keep up.”
Winter follows her gaze back to Robyn and Qrow and asks, “Do you think that you have to have a rivalry with Robyn just because Qrow and I did?”
“Oh, please,” Cinder snorts, “that wasn’t a rivalry, you just disliked each other intensely. I’ve done rivalries. They’re more homoerotic.”
“You just like being annoying,” Winter guesses.
“I love being annoying, my dear,” she smirks.
FILL: Team Kittyuri
From:PROMPT: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-17 12:22 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-17 12:26 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-07-17 01:43 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team OCs (Moon)
Date: 2024-07-17 02:22 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2024-07-20 12:24 pm (UTC)Alestes stands very, very still, but she’s glowering.
Anh grins. “Scared, Lestes?”
“You wish,” Alestes says, and furrows her eyebrows in that way she does where she’d really like to tilt her chin upwards but can’t because there’s an apple on her head.
This is the latest installment in Gammon’s little games, and Anh’s going to win. She doesn’t really give a fuck about the money, or about the lecture Gammon had held forth among a crowd of pirates about noble Odysseus and his quest to eliminate all his suitors — Anh’s never been a history girl. Especially not Greek history.
What she does like is the opportunity to see Alestes like this: furious, immobile, and entirely at Anh’s mercy.
She twirls the knife a little more, and watches a little bit of terror spark in Alestes’s eyes before it’s smothered again. Her grin widens.
“Hurry up! Hurry up!” someone calls on the sidelines — Kyle’s parrot. Anh briefly considers chucking the knife in that direction instead.
She can do this, she tells herself, eyeing the bloodred target upon Alestes’s head. She could do this in her sleep. Knives are second nature to her, even when they’re on a ship in the middle of a rocking ocean. Maybe especially then.
It’s just — if she messes up, Alestes —
Won’t be around to fight with anymore.
“Just do it, Annie,” Alestes says, then narrows her eyes at her. “Unless you’re the one who’s scared?”
And in that instant, Anh throws.
Alestes freezes. Good. The knife sails through the air and —
Crunch.
The apple falls neatly in twain.
Her fellow pirates fall into an uproar behind her, but Anh stays still. Lifts her chin.
Alestes stares back at her, silent. The apple lays at her feet.
“Told you I could do it,” Anh says, then winces. Her one-liners are usually better than that. She doesn’t want to imply she has anything to prove to Alestes.
“Hm,” Alestes says.
“What?”
Alestes pauses again, and then — smiles at her. It’s crooked and slight and lovely. Anh’s breath stops somewhere in her throat.
“Must’ve been luck,” Alestes says. “Luck and the wind.”
It takes Anh a second to realize she’s insulting her, but leaping over to punch her in the nose shuts her up. Alestes shoves her in the shoulder and Anh lets herself grin for real when she dodges her right hook.
Fuck Gammon. This is the kind of competition she likes.
FILL: Team Kittyuri
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