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For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!
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: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-08-17 04:20 am (UTC)I found the ruins
of a softer world.
Kindness couldn't save them.
(Kindness won't save anyone.)
- A Softer World, 1237
FILL: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front
Date: 2024-08-23 11:26 pm (UTC)Words: 200
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“You shouldn’t have come here.” Saki says, not looking away from the moonlit night sky, when Asahi’s footsteps click behind her in the office she has claimed for her own.
“Tsuru-chan,” Asahi’s soft voice calls, so close yet so far, “I don’t want to say goodbye just yet.”
Say goodbye. Tomorrow, Leugocyte will arrive. Tomorrow, Saki is blowing herself, the Earth, and that detestable creature into smithereens. Tomorrow, those pesky brothers of Asahi’s will try to stop her and probably get all of them killed by the monster.
Saki doesn’t want to say goodbye either.
“How come DRLN let you in?” She says instead, and it’s a legitimate question, even if she knows she won’t get a satisfactory answer. Asahi doesn’t understand what happens around her better than anyone else does.
“Because we’re friends, aren’t we?”
Saki sighs.
“If you say so.”
“Would you rather we be something else?” She’s so close now, leaning on Saki’s shoulder by the windowsill. It’s far too much.
“In a softer world, perhaps.”
“Can’t we make it one?” Her gentle murmur right next to Saki’s ear is far too sorrowful for comfort.
“No.” Still she rubs Asahi’s head in a soothing motion. “We can’t.”