yurishippingolympics | BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

for 2023's fanmixes theme:

- When You Know You Know - The Beths video | lyrics
- What Death Leaves Behind - Los Campesinos video | lyrics
- 1979 - The Smashing Pumpkins video | lyrics

Edited 2025-05-27 03:50 (UTC)

Competition: Speedrun race!

Hatate Himekaidou/Sekibanki

General Audiences

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65967751

Prompt fusion: [Character] lives AU + unrequited love

Genre fiction: Dating sim visual novel

Ship: MiziSua from Alien Stage

Edited 2025-05-31 23:48 (UTC)

Competition: I’m a bigger fan of this than you are

Prompt fusion: Lost love + enemies to lovers

Flower language: Forget-me-nots (true love, don’t forget me)

I thought your prompt was perfect for my OCs + forget-me-nots are my favorite flowers so I wrote this at the eleventh hour :}

Ship: OC/OC

Forget-me-not, Please (AO3 Link)

Dialogue:

"Do you have any regrets, now that it's over?"

From Regret to Reprieve

Transformers: Original Continuity (drawing on some of our other writing)
Relationship: Greenlight/Aileron/Anode/Arcee/Lug/Lancer

"Do you have any regrets, now that it's over?" Greenlight poked Arcee’s metal cheek past her cheek guard, with a big grin matched by hers in turn and then laughter from the six bots in total under the shine of the setting sun and ring of hundreds of moons around the verdant cliffside of Nebulos they sat on, like the thousands of sparsely clustered gatherings across species around them taking in the postwar sky, the clarity without bombs, plasma bolts, and missiles so deeply precious to the survivors.

“Regrets? Oh do I have regrets? I have mountains of regrets!!” Arcee warbled with a smile wet with the coolant going down her cheeks from her optics. “I’m just so glad it’s over, for now… no more having to choose between a rock and a hard place of which way people under my command or protection may die carrying out plans or supposed to be defended, no more of me having to strike blows that injure or end lives over and over. No more…” the robustly armored pink and cyan car-bot sighed, her wheels in her back pylons and lower legs whirring, her waist in stocky half-track Greenlight’s thickset checkered and deep green arms. “That entire war was a regret, like all wars. I’m just glad people survived, and that we’re working to rebuild, now. What you, do any of you dears you have regrets?”

“I wish Gauge and Sideswipe hadn’t had to be around for it, but I’m glad we were here for them when it happened.” broadly rounded orange-winged and alabaster and jet gray armored Aileron leaned on big blocky purple and orange armored jeep bot Lancer’s arm and plucked a kiss on her shoulder.

There were murmurs and outcries of agreement, Lancer embraced Aileron close, her hand caressed the shorter bot’s domed helm. “I know. I know that’s particularly hard on you five since you weren’t there that day in the first few days, while I hoped against hope I wouldn’t run out of scatter blaster rounds looking after our young ones when Decepticon commandos hunted down potential targets back home.”

“I felt so helpless,” lanky biplane bot Anode shivered in Arcee and stout blocky Lug’s tender grasp. “I just. We went to the capital with the support of humanity and the galactic community no less to pass the collective quest assemblage resolution doctrines of autonomy and thus rejoin the galactic alliance we helped create... ...only to find that was the moment the likes of Slipstream and Strika were waiting for to justify a civil war, while we were far away from defending you and our children? I hated every moment of it. I just wish- I just wish we had started the Autobot movement sooner, before the Golden Age had reached such a decay, before the original Functionist movement incompetently struck terror upon the known worlds, something darling Arcee knew would happen sooner or later, whether she lived to face off against it or not. I wish she hadn’t had to carry that weight, to have been sidelined in a pedestaling fashion for warning well before most people were willing to listen.”

“Aye, she got the most burning of it, and in that regard,” Lug sniffed, her cyan light inlays in her gray and scarlet armor bright, helm headlights ablaze. “You should have gotten to run for Prime without feeling your position as sage counsel would be ineffectual and expected to solve things for the people without them changing, you shouldn’t have had to quit the running. It’s unfair, dearie, so…”

She opened up her chest compartment with but a thought while Arcee leaned over to kiss her cheek among their Conjunxes affirmations, and Lug reached into her own armor to pull out a two handled orb of gold and silver hue lit with prismatic light in it’s six main grooves and core, the intergenerational thought-whispers of that Matrix in full agreement with Lug’s decision. “I’m more than ready to end my time being a Matrix bearer, I am sure people will agree on after. We’ve won what we fought for, people understand that we must engage in history together, continue to use technology and the arts to soothe and hope and care, to dare to hope and love even if just in the thinking and doing therein, to hold all life and the cosmos dear. I wish I had gotten to do this sooner, Arcana Magnus. Some will call it nepotism, but I want out and it’s long overdue for you, and people still have to vote on it-”

There were no words at first in the new interim-Prime’s thanks, just lips on Lug’s mouth, chin guard brushing with her chin as the two’s heads swayed in tides of opening and closing on each other among the awwws and cheers and gentle, firm touches of their loves, until Arcana Magnus leaned back, one hand in Lug’s own, the other gripped and squeezed by Aileron, who spoke before anyone else-

“Gods damn been waiting two centuries for that!” her cackle was joined by the rest among tearful joy, and when she was able to find herself among the stilling of smooches, she went on. “Glad it got to be you after all, was worried Yellow Splendid Convoy was going to abdicate her Matrix. Or Elita or Override, or transformation forbid Twitch doing so out of misplaced well-meaning philosophical duty.”

“We should check on the lovescoop and lovebird, shouldn’t we?” Greenlight smirked. “That at least was a good thing that came out of this war, Twitch and Gauge finding love in one another.”

“Oh, I’m sure the youngsters will reach out once we tell them sweetspark Lug finally did the hand off,” Anode chuckled.

“Gods, how many people exactly were waiting for this to happen?” Arcee took the Matrix into her hands, it’s glow starry upon her, with her answer shown in the psychological roil of sparks it was a conduit for, and in the thought paradigms of past bearers: Everyone, some much longer than others.... Our regret, that you could not do this sooner, and our joy, that you get to in the way you want most- to rebuild, to transform, to teach, to encourage transformations unto one’s own and cosmically shared.

“Oh…” she smiled. “Guess that explains Slipstream saying ‘I regret more than you’d ever expect me to.’”

“Windblade sure knows how to choose ‘em doesn’t she,” Lancer snorted. “I guess that’s her hope, like yours for us all, how deeply you both share and feel that viscerally. Honestly shocking you two didn’t Conjunx.”

“In another life, perhaps,” Arcee upturned face felt ever so warm to her own sensors, wistful. “But that’s a story for another time.”

“Wait a tick!” Lug gasped. “What do you mean? You met one of yourself who has when you did when you did spark echo meditations or some’hat?”

“It never ends,” Arcee blew her a kiss. “There’s no end to history.”

“Oh come ooonnn.”

“I’ll tell you all later… it was rather recent and with all the battles there wasn’t time to say. I regret that too.”

“It’s okay,” Aileron grasped Arcana’s chin. “I know your kissing you so want to do will make up for it.”

“Now that, no regrets from me for the lot of you on that front,” Arcee leaned in, nestled among laughter, understanding, hope she knew so well and they her own in turn.

FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

realxeyez - 2025-05-31 18:56 (UTC) - Expand

Dialogue:

"Please, just talk to me like an actual person."

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

At 3 AM, Cinder officially gives up. She’s tried everything — asking nicely, bribing with cuddles, bribing with sparring, threatening with a glass of cold water — and still Winter will not fucking budge from her desk. Which means the only real thing she can do is wait it out. And she hates waiting it out.

So she sits on the floor next to Winter’s chair and watches her hands move across the keyboard, watches her mutter under her breath and occasionally pause to drink one of the cold glasses of water Cinder gave up on, and she wonders what on earth could be so important as to keep her wife up until three in the morning.

“Winter,” she says when it hits 3:30, “have you thought about getting some rest?”

Winter doesn’t respond. Her eyes are more than a little unfocused. Cinder hates seeing her so tired. She tries again.

“Winter. Look at me.”

When in doubt, phrase it like an order. Winter’s head jerks to the side and finds Cinder, perched on the floor. She raises her eyebrows questioningly. There are dark circles under her eyes.

Cinder clears her throat. “Go to bed.”

“Request denied,” she says. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth, an indication that she’s going along with it for Cinder’s sake.

“It wasn’t a request.” She rests a hand on Winter’s knee. “Go to bed.”

“I — I have to finish this report.”

“Do you?”

Winter nods seriously, jaw tightening. “Yes. And I have to do it now, or —”

“The entire Vacuan infrastructure will collapse?”

“Well, no, but —”

Cinder taps her thumb on Winter’s knee, keeping her attention on her. “Then it’s not that important, and you can do it in the morning. Do you understand?”

“I—”

“Please. Just talk to me like a normal person. You need to go to bed.” She pauses, remembering the concept of communication, and adds, “I’ve been phrasing it like an order because I know it’s easier for you to accept taking care of yourself when you view it like that, but I don’t know what else to do if you won’t work with me.”

Winter’s expression drops. She looks at Cinder for a long moment, mouth working, and finally settles on, “Okay.”

Re: FILL: Team RWBY

static_prevails - 2025-05-30 00:02 (UTC) - Expand

Dialogue:

"It's one date, how bad can it be?"

Dialogue:

"Please don't take it personally, but I hate you so much right now."

Dialogue:

"I'll explain everything later, but right now I need you to trust me and do exactly what I say."

Dialogue:

"No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"I don't need to."

Ship: Akarsha x Noelle from Butterfly Soup

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1irpNxM5V6GxIKgLW20kOROqZaCBo5LLZ/view?usp=sharing

Re: FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

static_prevails - 2025-05-30 00:03 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: Team RWBY

hopelessgemini - 2025-05-31 13:49 (UTC) - Expand

For prompt fusion:

Wingfic + Prophetic Dreams

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder, vaguely implied winter/may in the same way you had that deeply codependant girlbestfriend relationship when you were a teenager

content warnings: discussions of physical parental abuse, discussions of domestic violence (no depictions, only mentions), unintentional misgendering (one character comes out as a trans woman over the course of the fic. pov character uses her last name and incorrect pronouns to refer to her before she comes out and the correct first name and pronouns after she comes out)

-

Winter dreams that she learns how to fly.

-

(Age 7)

Mother is busy trying to keep Father from throwing glass bottles at the walls again, so Winter takes Weiss on a walk. She’s barely tall enough for the pram; she has to rest her chin on the handle, flapping her wings a little to push them both up the hill at the back of their property.

She tells Weiss about her dreams as she walks. Weiss doesn’t respond, of course, but the sound of Winter’s voice makes her babble happily, and she kicks her little feet against the plastic rain-cover as they trundle along. Winter makes two whole laps of the property before Klein comes outside to prepare her for dinner.

She goes to sleep, and she dreams that she learns how to fly, and it isn’t enough. She dreams of Weiss, grown up, falling, falling —

-

(Age 12)

Winter’s dreams mean things, she tells Marigold.

Marigold looks at her like she’s insane. Winter can’t blame him. His cousin got his wings cut off for the sake of fitting in more easily to Atlesian elite society — even though most Atlesian elite have wings, and most Atlesian elite aren’t exactly in the business of cutting them off. Everyone around Marigold has been behaving a little insane recently.

“No, really. I know you’re going to run away from home. I saw you, you were down in the Crater and you had long hair —”

Marigold shuts the book he’s been reading and glares at her. “Winter, I told you that I didn’t want to hear about it.”

“But it’s important,” she insists. “If you’re going to run away, you have to take me with you.”

She doesn’t mention the rest of it: that in the dream, Marigold had definitely been a woman. That’s not the kind of thing you mention to people out of nowhere. It doesn’t seem fair.

“Why would I do that?” he asks. It’s a genuine question. “Don’t you like being, you know, the heiress to the most powerful company in the world?”

She remembers this question, too. “My father hits Weiss,” she says simply, and Marigold winces. “He does it to punish me. So I’m leaving, one way or another, and I’m taking her with me.”

(In the dreams, she doesn’t. She can’t.)

-

(Age 16)

“I’m not cutting off my wings,” Marigold says, “and also I’m a woman now. Surprise.”

Winter blinks at her. “Your wings?”

She shrugs, and her wings move with her, splaying a little in the guttering blue candlelight. Winter has always hated how the candles in the manor make her wings look. “My parents made Henry cut his off.”

“That’s abhorrent,” Winter says, as though Father hasn’t been threatening her with it for years. “Why?”

“Control.” She shrugs again. “It’s May now, by the way.”

“Because it’s alliterative?”

“I did always want an alliterative name,” she says thoughtfully.

(Winter has known the General for years, but tonight is the first time he appears in her dreams. She doesn’t see much of him — just the broad shape of his shoulders, the way his hands are angled around the hilt of a gun —)

-

(Age 17)

Her dreams never concern themselves with Whitley, so Winter goes and knocks on his door the day before she leaves to say goodbye.

She hopes she’ll never dream about him. It’s been awful, lately. She managed to convince Weiss to stop wearing her hair in a braid because it matched the way she looked — looks — is going to look when she falls; she can’t stop looking at the General and seeing his blank expression, the barrel of his gun.

“I’m going to miss you,” she says, and Whitley makes a sound curiously close to a sob.

“Don’t lie to me. You’re running away from home; that’s what this is.”

“I — I can’t stay. I think I’ll die if I stay.”

He buries his face in her shoulder. Winter wraps her wings around him, and he around her, and they stay like that for a little while.

-

(Age 17)

She has never dreamed about Cinder Fall before.

Cinder Fall is — different. And it’s definitely not a good thing. She’s rebellious, she’s angry with the world and the way it treated her, and she attracts the General’s ire on her second day at Atlas. But Winter can’t quite bring herself to be angry with her. And she doesn’t know why.

There’s a draw there, she supposes. Cinder Fall is a blank spot in the carefully woven future, Cinder Fall could maybe stop Weiss from falling, could keep May from leaving her behind, could —

-

(Age 18)

Cinder frowns critically, looking at the full shape of her wings, splayed out behind her on the bed. “Do you know how to fly?”

“...No?”

She flexes her own wings, and that searching, sharp expression turns into a grin. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Genre Fiction (Detective Noir): On the opposite ends of the law, they watch each other with a yearning for what they know they cannot have.

Edited 2025-05-27 15:55 (UTC)

dialogue prompt!
"YOU give [group] a bad name!"
"and YOU'RE giving ME a HEADACHE!!"

Dialogue:

"Thou art a scoundrel, a knave! I'd be but a pitiful fool to fall for thee."

"And yet thou hast."

Flower Language

Miscommunication due to a flower’s many meanings

Mythology

Artemis and her Hunters AU

Dialogue

“Will you shut up?!?”
“Kiss me then.”

Competition

Two idiots playing chicken

Flower Language

The seven flowers (stages) of grief

Dialogue

“I don’t think I can live without her.”

“She’d want you to try.”

Prompt Fusion: Dialogue and Flower Language

“She used to tell me the meaning of every flower we crossed…why didn’t I listen?”

Prompt fusion; historical fiction & competition: use of historical style war hammers (you know the ones with a hammer at the front and an armor piercing spike at the other end)

Edited 2025-05-27 20:58 (UTC)

BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

PROMPT: Team Ace Attorney

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

FILL: Team Touhou

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

PROMPT: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

FILL: TEAM OCS

Prompt: Team OC

Fill: Team Mecha

FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

Prompt: Team OC

FILL: Team RWBY

Re: FILL: Team RWBY

Prompt: Team OC

Prompt: Team OC

Prompt: Team OC

Prompt: Team OC

FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

Re: FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS

FILL: Team RWBY

PROMPT: TEAM YELLOW TANABE

FILL: Team RWBY

Prompt: Team Mecha

PROMPT: team mecha

PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

Flower Language

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

PROMPT: TEAM MECHA

Prompt: Team Mecha