BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS
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In this round, we'll be using prompts from last year's bonus rounds! You can either come up with a prompt based on the previous themes, fill a prompt from previous bonus rounds, or fill a prompt that's been posted this year!Here is the tag with all the previous bonus rounds!
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]
If you're filling from a 2023/2024 prompt, please link to their prompt in your post!
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PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 02:40 am (UTC)Equals- Car Seat Headrest
Captivated- One Strange Dog
Guilt; a killer.- Mon Rovîa
Ma Meilleure Ennemie- Stromae & Pomme
PROMPT: Team OCs
Date: 2025-05-26 02:42 am (UTC)Kamikaze Playboy - Biomekkanik
I Just Want To Be Destroyed - Nite
Hell Of Being Cut To Pieces - Mojave Phone Booth
PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 02:48 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:06 am (UTC)"Hey, you know I love you right?"
"Yeah, and that annoys me."
FILL: Team OCs
Date: 2025-05-26 07:36 am (UTC)“Yeah,” she grumbled. “And that annoys me.”
Lenora laughed. “Don’t be so uptight, Doctor.”
“I’m not a doctor! I can’t believe I’m stuck dealing with you!” She looked up from her phone where she’d been reading up on how to quickly raise blood pressure. “Cross your legs and squeeze. I’m bringing you a coffee. Don’t die while I’m gone.”
“Aye, aye.”
Isadora rushed out of the room and grabbed her thermos of coffee from the morning, then a cup. She hurried back to the bedroom and poured out a generous amount for Lenora to drink. “Sit up and drink. This should bump up your numbers.”
Lenora sat up, but she immediately seemed to be seized by a dizzy spell. She grabbed onto the nightstand, gaze fixed on the opposite wall as she tried to steady herself. “Hey, Doctor…”
“What is it?”
“Can you help me drink? I’m— I’m kind of scared to let go.”
Isadora cursed under her breath, not really because she was expected to help — she would’ve done that either way — but because she wasn’t a real doctor, and she didn’t have the hospital equipment to monitor Lenora’s vitals constantly. All she had was a stupid blood pressure cuff. “Okay, just take it slow. I’ll help you drink.”
She carefully put the cup to Lenora’s lips, tilting it slowly so she could drink. Gulp by gulp, Lenora finished it up and lay back down. Isadora immediately put the cup aside and took the blood pressure cuff for another reading.
82/60. Pulse 51. For goodness’ sake.
“The coffee should bring it up soon,” she said in a shaky voice. “You hear me? It should fix it soon.”
Lenora was pale as a ghost, but she grinned at her. “I trust your medical expertise.”
“I don’t have— Whatever. I’m glad you trust it.”
FILL: TEAM TOUHOU
From:FILL: Team RWBY
From:FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
From:FILL: TEAM HORROR
From:PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:13 am (UTC)"For goodness sake, if you're going to fall, then fall in love with me!"
FILL: Team OCs
Date: 2025-05-26 08:13 am (UTC)That was the last thing Isadora heard before passing out completely. She woke up… who knew how much later, in Lenora’s arms on the floor. Lenora was gently rocking her back and forth, mumbling something she couldn’t understand.
“I’m awake,” she said quietly, and Lenora’s eyes immediately snapped to her. “I… I feel better now. How long was I out?”
“Long enough. How much do you remember?”
Isadora tried to think back to her last waking moments, but everything was too fuzzy to really make out. “We were coming from… Goodness, I can’t remember. Where were we coming from? The workroom? I can’t remember where we were going. I don’t remember a whole lot.”
“We were going to the kitchen for dinner,” Lenora supplied helpfully. “One second you were standing and walking, the next you folded like a lawn chair. I just barely caught you so you wouldn’t hit your head and get a concussion. You dragged both of us down.”
Isadora sat up, rubbing her temples. “Sorry about that… I guess pulling several all-nighters in a row wasn’t the smartest idea.”
“Do you, uh… Do you remember anything else from before you fainted?” she asked timidly. “Anything I said?”
She glanced at Lenora, clearly racking her brain for an answer. “Um… Not really, no… Did you say something important?”
“No, no… Nothing of the sort. I was just, uh, curious.”
Isadora furrowed her brows. Lenora wasn’t a good liar, and she was easily catching on that simple curiosity wasn’t the only reason she asked. “Did you say something important?” she repeated, more pointed.
Lenora let out an awkward little laugh before getting to her feet and extending a hand to Isadora to pull her up. “Nothing important at all. Come on, let’s have dinner. Then you can lie down and finally sleep a while.”
Isadora was still looking at her suspiciously, but she accepted the help in getting up. “Well, if you change your mind about telling me, I’m listening.”
“I heard there’s chicken for dinner,” she said, dodging the topic entirely. “It’s been so long since they’ve given us real meat. I’m excited.”
“Right. Let’s go, then.”
PROMPT: TEAM JACKIESHAUNA
Date: 2025-05-26 03:14 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 03:31 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM HORROR
From:PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:18 am (UTC)"I am your sword, and you are my life. No matter what lies ahead, know that I'm yours."
FILL: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 06:03 am (UTC)ship : OC/OC | words : 455 .
Judith spits out the murky liquid in her flask, coughing wildly. “What?” She asks, in-between breaths. “What did you say? Sorry I–”
“Rēd is… whatever you want her to be.” Rēd trails off, not nervous, but quivering. In the entire time that Judith has known Rēd, she's never been anxious. Ever. Rēd was never good at having emotions in the first place, thanks to all the shit Rajendra had put her through, but even then; never nervous. The things she knew nothing about, the situations she'd be forced in, she wouldn't smile, or frown, or really do anything but accept it.
It's been four months since they've left Rajendra in the dust, Jael and Ram included. Judith didn't know what to do after becoming Ris (fully this time) and mutilating her own brother, and planned to run away just as she always had when things got tough. But Rēd found her, just before leaving.
Didn't say anything other than grip her wrist with her spindly fingers and look Judith in her venomously briar eyes. She didn't really have to say anything, Judith got the idea.
‘Take me with you.’
Judith spits on the ground and clears her throat. “I know that bitch did fucked up shit to you, okay?” Bad start, Rēd’s already shaking her head, red hair flying because of how adamant she is. It would be cute, if the effort wasn't wasted on an asshole.
“Commander is…”
“Rajendra is nothing. She has nothing to do with you anymore, I do!” She yells, just to immediately regret it. Christ, only Judith could get stuck with the most emotionlessly sensitive person she's ever met.
“...I don't want you to be a sword, or a dog, or something along those lines. I want you to be a person, whoever that is.” Judith grumbles. Rēd doesn't tremble anymore, but she's obviously trying to stop herself from cocking her head to the side like a mutt.
“But, Rēd’s life is yours.”
Judith idly swishes her flask, and takes a quick sip before offering it to Rēd. “Take a drink.”
She does.
“Take another.”
Rēd complies, but cringes as she does.
“If you don't like it, stop drinking it. If you wanna be my sword, just do it. If you think your life belongs to me,” Judith grabs the flask from Rēd and stuffs it in her hakama, “Then mine belongs to you, too. And I'd want you to take good care of me, got it?”
“Got it.”
“You wanna go find us a ride or should I do it?”
Rēd smiles, it's barely visible outside of a tooth sticking out. “Judith goes…?”
“Judith goes.” She affirms, and stands up. “If I was a carriage, where would I be?”
FILL: Team Magical Girls
From:FILL: Team OCs
From:FILL: TEAM SUPERHERO COMICS
From:PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:24 am (UTC)"stuck in a timeloop" + "childhood friends to lovers"
FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-05-27 12:50 am (UTC)words: 1.3k
[7:00] October 16th, 20XX. Again. Deja Vu long since lost track of how many times she woke up to that miserable date. It didn’t matter if it was round 1097 or 10197, because she was still no closer to solving it.
[7:07] At this point, she could confidently narrate every tiny detail that happened that day. Her alarm would go off with the wrong tone, some bird would chirp exactly four times outside her window before flying away, then a knock at her door. Her childhood best friend Mira would come for a surprise visit to her remote island workshop, ask for a tour of the mess, and then… well okay, that part was fuzzy.
[8:09] Frankly, the whole “super time powers” business wasn’t so cool anymore. Not when she couldn’t fully control or understand it. Maybe the loop was something she was responsible for, or a malfunction of the machine she was working on, but no investigations yielded meaningful clues. Or, it could be something completely different out of her control. But hey, the egg innovations were totally worth it!
[8:18] Deja Vu affixed her new mask, begrudgingly starting this day, again. She couldn’t avoid it. Staying in bed wasn’t an option; she tried that one already. Mira would just break a window to get in and start the day by force.
[9:40] Though the very first round was a blur now, Deja Vu distinctly remembered how woefully unprepared she was to receive company. No food was prepared, no space was cleared, no nothing! Not like she was much more prepared now, but she at least knew what cans she had stockpiled.
[10:03] Curiously, she hadn’t actually drawn the curtains to see what bird was singing to her. She yanked the thin fabric back to see a small blackbird perched on her scrap pile outside.
[10:06] That’s when the final moments of all those copycat days came flooding back. Deja Vu’s heart pounded as flashes of fate drowned out her rational thought. All her safety precautions, all her warnings, any redirection, all of it was for nothing. This workshop will claim Mira’s life by day’s end.
[11:00] Distressed, Deja Vu paced around the front of her workshop, trying to think of any other way the day closed, but the only scenes that came to her were confirming her panic further.
[11:15] But the knock on the door came anyway. She was already here. Deja Vu considered just sending her away back on the same airship she rode here, but a fire-engulfed ship pierced her brain, knocking that solution out.
[11:16] Her hands moved on their own, sliding the metal door open and pulling Mira in. The visitor’s blue eyes were wide in shock.
“How did you know?” Mira had a laugh like the sun.
“It’s been a while since we talked,” Deja Vu said. “It was only a matter of time before you wanted to see me in person.”
Mira’s face was painted red. “Well, I also heard about the explosion. So. There’s that too.” She reached to touch Deja Vu’s mask. “It seems this has only gotten thicker.”
[12:00] Against her better judgement, Deja Vu gave into Mira’s request for a tour, but on one condition: Mira had to stay exactly beside Deja Vu throughout the whole thing. Mira whined a little bit, but by the end of the tour, Deja Vu found their hands intertwined.
[13:20] Deja Vu took Mira to the clearing she built at the beach. They stood and watched the rolling waves for a long time. Or, at least Mira did. Deja Vu was distracted by how Mira’s auburn hair caught the afternoon light, even though she’d seen it several hundred times before. No matter how familiar, Mira still made Deja Vu’s heart flutter effortlessly.
[16:55] Mira took an interest in the mess that accumulated in Deja Vu’s living space. She mumbled something about how scatterbrained Deja Vu always was.
[18:10] All that Deja Vu rustled up for a meal was all cans. Cans of vegetables, cans of meat, cans of sauce. Mira scolded her a bit about the sodium content, but happily ate Deja Vu’s attempt.
[19:00] They decided to watch some mystery movie that Deja Vu happened to have on a dinky television set.
[19:50] “I’m going to really miss you,” Mira whispered, laying her head on Deja Vu’s lap.
“What? I’m not going anywhere,” Deja Vu responded, confused.
[19:51] “Oh come on,” Mira frowned. “You’re making great leaps with your inventions. It’s only a matter of time before you strike something big and move on with your life.”
[19:52] Deja Vu let that energy sit for a while. Oh, Ancients, Mira really thought that she was going to be left behind. Was this really how Deja Vu caught the stench of their friendship decomposing, like a houseplant left in a corner? No, it was worse, like an entire greenhouse was forgotten. How terrible she felt, to neglect someone so valuable to her.
[20:00] After too long, Deja Vu stroked Mira’s hair, her hands moving without any thought.
[20:01] “There’s not a single thing I could make that would take me away from you,” Deja Vu laid her heart out. “I love you too much to stray too far.”
[20:02] Mira’s smile came back, but she had already begun to tear up. “Really?” Her eyes met Deja Vu’s through her mask. “Do you mean it?”
[20:03] “You know-” Deja Vu stammered. “I’m not good with words. I was- I am happy you decided to visit. Maybe… maybe you should come more often.”
[20:04] Mira’s words were clear and sharp. “I’ll always have time for you. But you have to carve out some time to come to me.”
[20:05] Deja Vu leaned, and Mira reached up. They shared their first kiss through the mask, salted over by canned rations.
[22:01] Mira fell asleep watching the movie. Deja Vu forgot what it was even about, sipping her nighttime tea as the minutes clicked past.
[23:25] The day was due to reset any moment now.
[23:34] A deep sinking feeling overwhelmed Deja Vu. This change in their relationship wasn’t unwelcome by any stretch of the imagination! But, was this really okay?
[23:45] All Deja Vu saw herself capable of these last thousand or so cycles were immense harm. Failure to save Mira, unable to provide for her only visitor! What’s the point of moving on after this single time she successfully saw her through the day?! One good day, but thousands of dead, sad, angry Miras would still have existed! How could she rightfully ask for Mira’s heart when Deja Vu let it be crushed in all these other loops?!
[23:51] But Deja Vu knew herself. There’s never going to be a magical day where all the pieces fall in the right place. She’ll never magically be perfect. She never needed to be. That made up idealistic ‘her’ was not the version that Mira loved, not the one Mira grew up with, so why did Deja Vu not like this ‘her’?
[23:55] Is this what this stupid loop was stuck on?
[23:56] Deja Vu felt a thick defiant bravery course through her veins, as she held her sleeping best friend.
[23:59] If this day had to repeat again, then let it repeat over and over, until the fabric of time itself unravels. In Deja Vu’s arms, she held her past, present, and future. If tomorrow only came to take Mira away, to take this light away, then let it stay in that vague mist, beyond the curtain. May dawn never break.
[0:00] It is October 17th, 20XX.
FILL: Team RWBY
From:PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:28 am (UTC)Angelica - Lamb
Voodoo In My Blood - Massive Attack feat. Young Fathers
Hey Love - Tricky
Rats in a Sack - Ghostpoet
PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:35 am (UTC)golden lace/ominaeshi - kindness, beauty, ephemeral love
FILL: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-27 06:51 pm (UTC)Wordcount: 1293
Nightfall is no stranger to the art of disguise. She’s a spy, after all; one of Westalis’s best. Though Twilight doesn’t appreciate her as a woman, she can take pride in her ability to protect her country. Her ability to protect peace. Right now, her job is to (yet again) support Agent Twilight. Operation Strix is taking far too long, and WISE must take desperate measures.
That is all to say, when she finds herself across from Melinda Desmond, Agent Nightfall is confident in her ability to use the opportunity for the good of Westalis.
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FILL: Team RWBY
From:PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 03:37 am (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:43 am (UTC)local fighting game tournament
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2025-06-01 01:45 pm (UTC)Pairing: Leonie Pinelli/Dorothea Arnault (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)
Word Count: 1317
“Welcome, one and all, to the grand finals of the Saint Fighter 3 Garreg Mach Open!” Dorothea called into the microphone, leading to whoops and cheers from the small assembled crowd. The “grandest” thing about these finals was the MC's voice - Dorothea had a flair for performance that made this college town bar feel like a stadium. Looking out across the audience from her position on the karaoke stage, Thea saw a lot of familiar faces. Most of them were students like her but some were old fighting game die-hards who had been playing here for decades. The scene here had undergone a real revitalization recently, and nearly everyone agreed that it was thanks to Dorothea. Tournament organizer, MC, a formidable player in her own right… to put it mildly, she wore many hats, and her fashionable taste made sure they all fit her quite well.
But there was one face in the crowd who Dorothea didn't know so well. In fact, she'd never seen the girl before tonight. And this newcomer was about to take the stage for the grand finals.
“Now, while we're setting up, I'd like to take a moment to invite to the stage a fresh face to our little fight club! You've probably already heard about her - and if you haven't, I might have to ask Shamir back there to cut you off!” The room burst into laughter, save for the person Dorothea was referring to. She, in contrast to those around her, seemed like she was putting on an air of stoicism to cover up her nerves. That’s cute, thought Dorothea. Hopefully she can handle this next part.
With a gesture, Dorothea invited the young woman up onto the small stage. She was only slightly shorter than Dorothea, and clearly athletic - her hair was a vibrant orange and her eyes matched it step for step. As she came up, she shielded her eyes from the lights and Dorothea called to the room. “Give a warm Garreg Mach welcome to Leonie!” And Leonie waved a little bit, her other arm holding onto the custom-built fightstick like it was a prized stuffed animal.
“Uh, hey, all,” she said, looking like a cat trying to acclimate to the presence of another.
“So, congrats on making it to the finals! I figured while we’re here, we might as well get to know our newest challenger. You’ve been playing Indech this whole time, right? What made you pick him up?” Dorothea prodded, then held the mic out to Leonie.
“Oh, uh… I’ve played Indech since SF2 Divine Edition,” Leo answered.
“SF2D? That game’s older than we are!” Dorothea quipped, drawing laughs from particularly the veteran players in the crowd. “You got your start in SF2D, huh? How’d that happen?”
“The arcade in my hometown had a cabinet. It was the only good machine in the place, so we always played the hell out of it. And when I was younger, this guy came through, and he played Indech, and I just…” Leonie scratched the back of her neck. “The way he played Indech was awesome. I had to pick him up. I practically begged the guy to teach me some stuff. And he did, but he was only in town for a week.”
“Wow… so somewhere out there, there’s a hidden village of SF2D pros? That’s kinda scary to think about… But I mean, the practice shows! You’ve been cooking some of our best and brightest.”
“It’s nothin’ that serious. They’ve been good matches. But I do have to say…” Leo’s gaze hardened slightly, and cast out across the crowd. “I could tell some of you weren’t taking it seriously. Next time we play, don’t give me that half-assed bullshit.”
“Wow, fighting words from the newbie!” Dorothea laughed. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that with your next opponent. You’re up against our reigning champ, you know, so don’t hold anything back.”
“Ingrid, right?” Leonie asked. “I’ve heard the name. Plays Seiros? I’ll be the first to admit that’s a tough matchup for me, but that only means I’ve got one more way to prove myself.”
“You’re pretty bold, Leonie! I like that in a girl.” Dorothea winked, and Leonie wrote it off as showmanship - that is, until she noticed Dorothea’s back was turned to the audience for that moment. It was only for Leonie. Suddenly, her heart skipped. She’d been trying to focus, but Dorothea was throwing her off majorly. By the time Leonie was able to refocus, Dorothea had turned back around and was speaking to the crowd once more.
“...you know what that means, folks! This final’s gonna be some good old fashioned girl on girl!” Dorothea waited out the laughter and cheers, and then looked to Leonie. “You ready, newbie?”
If there was one way to snap Leonie out of her gay stupor, it was competition.
“...Hell yeah.”
–
“Ingrid’s not letting Leonie have any time to breathe! Our newcomer just can’t get out of the corner! This could be her last chance to reset the bracket! This pressure is incredible!” Dorothea called out as the match played out on the screen. Leonie was sweating bullets - she was a solid player with extraordinary fundamentals, but she had to admit Dorothea was right. Ingrid’s advance and pressure game was extremely strong, and for a well-rounded, honest sort of player like Leonie, it was often very easy to get trapped in the whirlwind of blockstrings and mixups. It was all she could do to block Ingrid’s assault and tech the few grabs that her opponent worked into the mix to throw her off. She could feel how deeply in her head Ingrid was - and the worst part was, knowing that didn’t help her in the slightest. Was she really going to come this far just to lose like this?
“COME ON, LEONIE!” Dorothea’s voice rang out over the loudspeakers. It was the least MC-like tone she’d taken all night, a stark cry of support for the underdog. The shout shocked Leonie’s system back into alignment like a cold splash of water, and she knew in that moment she needed something bold to win. Watching Ingrid’s character move in, Leonie decided to go for broke - either this would work and she would have a chance, or she would eat shit and lose. And she knew Ingrid wouldn’t be expecting it - after all, who would ever spend all the meter they’d built up on Indech’s EX Pavis Parry?
So when the digital Seiros’ sword made contact with Indech’s outstretched dragon claw and the loud metal clashing sound indicating a successful parry played out over the room, the crowd exploded. And like she’d done a thousand times before, Leonie moved Indech in and unleashed a brutal combo - completely meterless, but practiced thousands of times to maximize her damage. By the time she’d worked Ingrid back to the other side of the screen, her meter was flashing once more - just barely having built a level 1 super, she unleashed it to secure the round and the match.
Leaping from her chair, Leonie let out a primal “FUCK YEAAAAAH” shout, before planting her feet and pivoting to point an outstretched finger at Dorothea at the commentary table. This time, it was Thea’s turn to turn bright red, and she was momentarily thankful the lights weren’t on her. She saw the way Leonie’s lips curled into a smirk, a silent declaration of ‘how’d you like that?’ And she picked up the mic, looking Leonie in the eyes across the crowd.
“...Don’t get comfortable yet, Leonie!” the MC declared, a grin breaking out over her face. “You’re not out of the woods yet!”
As the crowd continued their uproar, Dorothea let the mic fall away from her mouth, and only one thought was on her mind.
Goddess, I want to play her.
PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:44 am (UTC)college debate
PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:45 am (UTC)competitive mock trials
PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 03:47 am (UTC)masterchef/cooking competition AU
FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2025-05-28 12:58 am (UTC)Ship: Escoffier x Furina
WC: 849
“And... begin!”
Escoffier releases the breath she's holding, and strides confidently past the Kamera to collect a basket of eggs, sugar, and fresh fruit from the table. Remember: poise under pressure, conservation of movement, elegance in the process as well as the final product. Very well. The eggs suggest meringue tart, or Île flottante – no, the vacherin would be a more technical dessert with an equally impressive presentation. More ingredients go in the basket before she returns to her station, ready to win.
A professional chef like Escoffier has racked up far more victories than losses, and she's not exactly easy to intimidate, even when being recorded. So what is it making her heart beat so fiercely this time?
On the other side of the staged kitchen, Lady Furina fumbles and drops her wheel of cheese. She laughs as it rolls away from her, grinning at the Kamera to cover her embarrassment. Escoffier's keen gaze narrows. The judges are smiling as they whisper amongst one another. Furina de Fontaine may not have much talent in the culinary arts, but as an actress and performer, she certainly knows how to charm an audience.
Escoffier shakes off the distraction. Lady Furina asked to be taken seriously as a challenger, and Escoffier will honor her former benefactor's wishes.
With a flourish of her tail-like assistive mechanism, Escoffier makes swift work of peeling and coring Bulle fruits, then flash-freezes them with her Cryo Vision. At the same time, her skilled hands are cracking eggs, separating yolk from white, and preparing to whip up a quick meringue.
Lady Furina hasn't gotten very far with the cheese and cream in her saucepan, but she has assistance of her own in the form of her Hydro Vision constructs, the Salon Solitaire. Her Mademoiselle Crabaletta busies herself snipping Harra fruit into bite-sized pieces, whilst Gentilhomme Usher scurries about with armfuls of spice bottles, and Surintendante Chevalmarin fills a cooking pot with water.
Is that pasta she's prepping for? One of her macaroni concoctions, perhaps? A humble nod to her first attempts to cook for herself, Escoffier imagines. Everyone has to start somewhere.
Escoffier tears her eyes away again, trying to focus on beating the egg whites with her whisk. There's a nostalgic ache in her chest that she mulishly refuses to acknowledge as yearning. Years ago, in the Palais Mermonia, Escoffier used to astound and delight Lady Furina with her grandiloquent cuisine. She was so proud of her station and title, personally serving the great Archon, but – nothing lasts forever. They parted ways and both fell from grace, with the great flood only washing them further apart.
Now... perhaps, finally, they stand as equals. Escoffier wonders if that's the reason Lady Furina agreed to guest star on the cooking program at all. She wants to prove that she doesn't need a personal chef to cater to her every whim – she's learned how to take care of herself.
Escoffier's hands slow, and then stop altogether. She can hear the judges murmuring, but she doesn't give a flying fig about what they think.
No, the only person whose opinion actually matters is...
“Lady Furina!” Escoffier calls suddenly.
Lady Furina drops her spoon with a startled yelp. Escoffier crosses the floor at a brisk pace, catching her Lady's trembling hands in her own, and clasping them earnestly to her chest. Lady Furina shrinks back like she expects a scolding, even though Escoffier would never.
“I'm so deeply proud of you,” Escoffier announces, gazing fearlessly into Lady Furina's wide eyes. “This is incredible progress, and it must have been so difficult for you to relearn everything you've ever known! You will always be my most precious benefactor, but let this day mark the dawning of a new era for us. An era of...”
They both become aware of the Kamera zooming in for the dramatic close-up at the same time. Lady Furina's cheeks are stained a deep, flustered hue of rose, and Escoffier's meka-tail is wagging without her consent.
Escoffier scowls at the crew, mustering up her most threatening glare.
“You will cut the following footage out, or else your theatrical release will never see the light of day!” Escoffier whirls back to Lady Furina, expression visibly softening. “Now isn't the time, so... Allow me to take you out for coffee after this. There's much we should catch up on, don't you think?”
“I know a café with excellent macarons,” Lady Furina answers, smiling with so much hope that Escoffier thinks her fluttering heart shall burst at the sight. “Even you should approve.”
“I'll be the judge of that,” Escoffier retorts with a toss of her hair. She turns on her heel and jabs the sharp end of her meka-tail in the direction of the Kamera. “You may now resume filming. But if I find out you aired this part anyway, I'm taking you to court, and it'll be your proverbial heads on a platter!”
Escoffier pretends not to hear her Lady's giggle as she returns to her station. First things first. She has a competition to win.
PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 03:54 am (UTC)Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)- My Chemical Romance
While My Guitar Gently Weeps- Regina Spektor (cover)
Against the Kitchen Floor- Will Wood
Me
Take Me Home, Country Roads- John Denver
Eet- Regina Spektor
PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-05-26 04:47 am (UTC)(Final round of a magic tournament!)
FILL: TEAM YELLOW TANABE
Date: 2025-05-27 08:15 pm (UTC)Words: 1,727
Chise finds Philomela more or less where she expects to: bent over the bushes a stone's throw away from the washroom, retching into the mulch.
"Philomela," she says without judgement.
Philomela meets Chise's eyes briefly, starts saying something, before twisting her head back towards the ground with urgency. Another mouthful of stomach acid is wrenched out of her, glistening on the bark, seeping slowly into the earth. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"They're looking for me... aren't they?"
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PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 05:06 am (UTC)for prompt fusion : didn't know they were dating + immortals
PROMPT: TEAM YELLOW TANABE
Date: 2025-05-26 05:13 am (UTC)"You're not the person I fell in love with."
"And yet, you're still here?"
FILL: Team OCs
Date: 2025-05-26 09:10 am (UTC)“And yet, you’re still here?”
Isadora scoffed. “Of course I am. I have to find out who— or what you are. And I have to find out what you’ve done to Lenora.”
“And how exactly do you plan on—”
Isadora pulled out her dagger and chopped the fake Lenora’s head clean off. It rolled off and hit the ground with a soft thud, before her body collapsed onto her knees and fell over. Soon, the head turned to dust, and a new one started forming on the fake’s neck. Before long, ‘Lenora’ was back in one piece.
“That hurt,” she said, sitting up and rubbing her neck.
“You’re immortal,” Isadora concluded. “Just as I suspected.”
The fake Lenora looked up at her with the same crooked grin as before. “And what does that mean for our future? Are you going to torture me? Cut off my head as many times as it takes until I tell you where Lenora is?”
“That’s certainly an option.”
“Can you bring yourself to do that?” She stopped smiling, now looking up at Isadora with the biggest, saddest eyes. Isadora hated to admit it, but she did look a lot more like Lenora now. “Can you bring yourself to hurt your sweet, sweet partner?”
Isadora grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, putting the blade against her neck once more. Blood started bubbling up from where she’d nicked her. “You’re not my partner. You’re not my anything. You’re a disgusting little parasite.”
“Isadora?” she asked timidly, using Lenora’s voice. “You’re scaring me. Please, lower the knife.”
Her grip on the fake Lenora’s shirt tightened, but she couldn’t bring herself to hurt her. Whatever this thing was, it was getting in her head. “Where is Lenora?”
“I’m right here. Isa, please—”
Before she could finish, Isadora cut her head off again without remorse, watching it turn to dust on the ground. As it slowly reformed, she growled, “She never once called me ‘Isa’. Maybe do your research before you try to imitate her, you cheap copy.”
‘Lenora’ burst out laughing. “Well, you’re stuck with this cheap copy. So maybe try being a little kinder.”
FILL: Team Horror
From:FILL: Team RWBY
From:Fill: Team RWBY
From:PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-05-26 05:25 am (UTC)for dialogue :
"Are you scared?"
"I'm terrified."
FILL: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-05-26 07:09 am (UTC)"Tara?" It came out more like a squeak than intended.
Isabel's voice sounded too high-pitched. Her legs were shaking, her chest ached, and she had dirt places she didn't even know was possible.
"What is it?" asked Tara. She already looked so at ease in her new skin. Her old skin, Isabel should be thinking. She'd been back for longer, obviously, hadn't been suffocating beneath the earth for as long. Didn't stop her confidence from feeling almost like a superpower.
"Aren't you scared?" asked Isabel. She tried to make her voice sound lower. It still didn't sound right, but it was good to move her face again. Her real face, not the one she'd had forced on her for so many years. The face she'd wanted to blur away into nothingness when she looked at it in the mirror and she thought she'd die with, old and gray and alone.
Isabel half-expected Tara to make a quip like she always used to. Maddy did as well. Even the Luna Juice couldn't drown out that habit.
The Luna Juice couldn't drown any bit of Tara. Isabel felt its sickly sweet aftertaste on her tongue and nearly threw up. Tara had fought and clawed her way through the worst that Mister Melancholy had to offer already, and Isabel had done what? Sat around working an job where all the days melted into one neverending cycle of dirty floors and neon lights and screaming kids? God, she was pathetic, wasn't she? Tara could didn't even need her to save the world.
Isabel felt two hands taking hers. They gave them a squeeze, and Isabel squeezed back. Her breathing slowed down. She hadn't even realized she'd started hyperventilating.
"I'm terrified," said Tara.
"I'm terrified too," Isabel nearly burst into tears. She focused on the feel of Tara's hands, knuckles split and palms callused, the feel of them against her skin- her real skin- an anchor. "You should- I'm not feeling so great, maybe you should leave me behind."
"No," Tara told her, her voice rock-solid. "That's how Mister Melancholy wants us to think. He kept us buried in the Midnight Realm so we'd forget. That bastard doesn't want us knowing how powerful we are, especially when we're together. Don't let him get to you in your head, okay?"
Isabel took in a deep breath. Beneath the scent of Luna Juice and grave dirt, she could smell old leather and gasoline on Tara.
"He's already been in there for so long," she said.
"I know," Tara reached up to Isabel's face, tucked a strand of hair that had been in her eyes behind one ear. "You're not alone there. I- I'm scared shitless, alright? We can wait, if you want."
Gazing into Tara's eyes, something clicked into place inside Isabel's chest. Dun. Dadun. Dadun. Her heart was beating.
"No," said Isabel. Her voice came out high-pitched, but it didn't sound wrong anymore. She gave Tara's hands another squeeze. "C'mon. It's time to go save the world together."
FILL: Team OCs
From:FILL: Team RWBY
From:Fill: Team OC
From:FILL: TEAM YELLOW TANABE
From:FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
From:PROMPT: TEAM HORROR
Date: 2025-05-26 05:40 am (UTC)1. Eviction - Linea Aspera
2. Rose of Flesh and Blood - Plastique Noir
3. Your Master Is Calling - Pink Turns Blue
4. Jasmine and Rose - Clan of Xymox
5. Affection - Cigarettes After Sex
6. Reunion - Linea Aspera
PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-05-26 05:40 am (UTC)"Ten years, a hundred years from now, someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be [nobody] to tear them apart."
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2025-05-28 02:52 am (UTC)219 words
Susato sits with Haori on the lawn of Yumei University. They’ve done this for years, before Haori even began her studies, back when Susato’s grandma had to watch them and call them home for lunch.
She treasures this time more than anything, but it’s taken on a somber air lately. They used to be able to talk for hours. Now, they sit in uncomfortable silence. Haori fidgets with a blade of grass.
Haori’s wedding is next week.
Susato should have seen it coming, but she’s let herself be far too naive for far too long. It’s all too real now, and she’s going to lose her best friend to a man she knows nothing about.
She’s considered it herself, marriage. She can’t bring herself to go through with it.
Haori pauses and shifts her gaze to Susato. There’s a determination in her eyes that Susato rarely sees these days.
“Ten years, a hundred years from now, someone like me will love someone like you, and there will be nobody to tear them apart.”
Susato doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. She just smiles, eyes sad, and rests her head on Haori’s shoulder. Haori’s hand haltingly begins to stroke her hair.
They watch the sunset together. Susato wishes this moment would never end. In her heart, it never will.
PROMPT: TEAM JACKIESHAUNA
Date: 2025-05-26 05:51 am (UTC)battle of the bands
FILL: TEAM MAGICAL GIRLS
Date: 2025-05-26 05:51 pm (UTC)“You looked so hot playing your bass today.”
Applejack turns to look at Rainbow, clicking her tongue. “We just got done defeatin’ the Dazzlings, after you ran around attacking everyone like a headless chicken for weeks, and you’re sayin’ this now?”
“Hey! Don’t pretend like you weren’t arguing with the others too!” Rainbow indignantly replies. She stomps up to Applejack; purposely loud footsteps on the wooden floor of Applejack’s home; and glares up at her. Applejack tries not to snort. She fails.
Rainbow growls under her breath. “I’m trying to be a good girlfriend!” She eyes Applejack’s arms a little too long, taking in the sweat still clinging to her biceps, and Applejack tries and succeeds to hold in her amusement this time. “And you did look really good. Do look good- in general.” Rainbow coughs, trying to hide her blush.
Applejack smiles. “I’m just teasin’ ya sugarcube.” She ruffles Rainbow’s hair. “I appreciate it. You looked real good playing your guitar too.”
Rainbow tries harder to hide her growing blush, looking around rapidly as if trying to find a place to hide. “Yeah yeah, I’m awesome. No need to tell me twice. Actually wait, no, say that again.”
Applejack shoves her gently. “I’m not boostin’ your ego further.”
“Hmph.” Rainbow walks over to her guitar case that she left near Applejack’s couch, opening it and grabbing the blue guitar inside. She props a leg onto the couch arm. “What if I play something now? Will that make you say it?”
“No.” Before Rainbow gets another chance to complain and pout, Applejack walks up to her, grabbing Rainbow’s leg to put it back down on the ground. “But maybe a kiss could convince me.”
Rainbow’s magenta eyes widen, before she recovers and reaches up to tangle her hand in Applejack’s hair to meet her lips.
FILL: TEAM TOUHOU
From:PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-05-26 06:15 am (UTC)