BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

[a1c0bb]

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!

To participate, reply to this post!

Comments

Prompt: Team Mecha

[pluralsword]

Dialogue : "I've been waiting at this station all my life for a craft to come home, to know they're still out there."

"Do you want to embark together and go looking?"

PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU

[baradhiblue]

Prompt fusion: jock/nerd + yuri mangaka

Prompt: Team Mecha

[pluralsword]

Genre fusion: cyberpunk/solarpunk (your choice) swashbucklers

Prompt: Team Mecha

[pluralsword]

Flower Language: Pansies and Yarrows

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Dialogue


"I love you you"

"Don't do that to yourself"

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Genre fiction

Final girls

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Genre fiction

Monster romance

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Prompt fusion

Vampires + Time travel

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Prompt fusion

Ghost hunting + Influencers

PROMPT: TEAM OC

[esteicy]

Prompt fusion

Superpowers + Rival families

PROMPT: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

Flower language: White chrysanthemums carry different meanings in different cultures; they are either a symbol of devotion and loyalty, or a symbol of death and mourning.

Fill: Team OC

[static_prevails]

In response to the last of last year’s dialogue prompts:

“You ever considered what’d we do after this, assuming we get out of it alive?”

——

Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade
Words: 431
Notes: “Back on my bullshit” implies that I was ever off of it in the first place.

——

“Have you ever considered what we’d do after this, assuming we get out of it alive?”

You roll over to face Ymira - or her side of the tent, anyway, invisible in the pitch black.

“After…” you trail off, your question implied.

“After the war. After the Captain’s house is restored. After the raids have stopped. After… everything, really. What comes next?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought that far ahead.”

It was the truth. Ymira doesn’t respond, though, so after a moment you continue.

“It’s never made sense to plan, anyway. I had plans for my life when I was taken by slavers. You can guess how much good that did me.”

“Did you want to…”

She hesitates.

“Ask me,” you say. “You know I don’t mind, not from you.”

“Is this anything like what you wanted, before? When you were little?”

You laugh. “Not in the slightest. My mother was a weaver. I thought I’d grow up to be just like her, when I wasn’t dreaming of being a noble lady in Praven. Those were just dreams, though.”

“You could still be a noble lady,” Ymira responds. She’s too far to elbow you, but you can hear the tease in her voice.

“That would require the Captain to notice me, and then choose me. It’s not happening.”

“She chose you once already, didn’t she?”

“She chose us both as her honor guard,” you reply. “That’s different. And besides, you’re the daughter of a wealthy merchant. I’m a peasant turned escaped slave. Can you imagine her choosing me over you?”

“Runaway daughter of a wealthy merchant. She’s already made enough enemies by taking me in. You were her first companion. You’ve stood by her since the beginning. Give yourself some credit.”

You both lie in silence for a moment.

Finally: “When this is all over, I want to open a shop in Veluca. I’ll trade in silks and wines, and I’ll send caravans to the Khergits to import spices. You can come visit me there. I’ll keep teaching you to read, and if you’re nice enough I might even make you my agent in whatever city the Captain stations you.”

“Still on your bullshit about me winning over the Captain.”

Her laugh is high, clear, weightless. “Well, it’s not like you’re planning anything different, are you? Maybe you can convince her to visit me as well.”

You hear a rustle, and then she’s in your bunk, same as she was the night before.

“Put your arm around me, Deshavi. You know I don’t like to sleep alone.”

You do.

Fill: Team OC

[static_prevails]

In response to a dialogue prompt from last year:

"Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives."

——

Ship: Deshavi/Ymira/the Captain (PC), from Mount & Blade
Words: 326
Notes: Posted from the depths of the Denver airport. Thanks, United.

——

It’s the fourth day, and the shadows are still following you.

“Bandits,” the Captain had said, and her own shadow - Deshavi, the Captain told you - had nodded in agreement.

“At least twelve of them,” the tracker had added. “Not enough to confront us directly, but perhaps they’ll meet some friends further down the road. That’s when they would attack.”

That was four days ago. It hadn’t been a comforting thought then, and it isn’t a comforting thought now. Four days, and the caravan hadn’t been attacked, but the caravan also hadn’t lost its shadow.

You’d volunteered for the first watch, knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you were well and truly exhausted. You were surprised when Deshavi said she’d join you, as the Captain retreated to your shared tent to rest. Now she sits beside you, silent, eyes scanning the twilight for something you can’t make out.

“Worried?”

You half jump at the sound. She doesn’t speak much, and she’s never spoken to you directly.

“Worried? Why would I be worried?”

You hope the worry doesn’t come through in your voice.

Deshavi shrugs. “Why not? You’ve never been chased by bandits before, have you?”

“Well, no, but -”

“Worrying is pointless. Either everything turns out fine and you worried for nothing, or everything goes to shit and you wasted time that you could have spent sharpening your knives.” Then, after a moment: “But it’s also natural. I was worried, too, so I put myself to work. And now we have nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to…” you trail off, confused.

“While I was scouting our path, I met a Vaegir patrol out of Rivacheg. By this time tomorrow, every one of those bandits will be dead or in chains, all without us having to lift a finger.”

It still takes far too long for you to sleep that night, but for the first time since departing, you don’t wake again until morning.

Fill: Team OC

[static_prevails]

In response to a dialogue prompt from last year:

"I'd kill any of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat."

"I know. Please don't."

——

Ship: Deshavi/Ymira, from Mount & Blade
Words: 336
Notes: My crack-est of ships. CW for brief, oblique mention of sexual assault.

——

“They’re looking at you, you know.”

“I know,” you sigh. Deshavi would notice that, of course she would. And she wouldn’t shut up about it either.

“The Captain never should have agreed to pardon the bandits in exchange for their swords,” Deshavi continued. “We’d be better off fighting on our own, even outnumbered. We can make the village defensible, scrounge up arms for the people. It’s been done before.”

“I know,” you repeat. “You said that already.”

She doesn’t listen, or maybe she doesn’t care. “Never invite a fox to do a dog’s job. They can’t fight wolves, and they’ll eat the chickens while you’re not looking.”

“You’ve said that, too. And besides,” you let a tease into your voice, “foxes are cute. Nothing like these ugly bastards.”

“They won’t stop staring,” Deshavi says again. “They’re not used to seeing women at arms. And I’m old and ugly enough, but you? There’s only one thing they think about doing to you.”

“You’re, what, twenty-five? That’s not old. And you’re not ugly either.”

To that, she just grunts.

“Besides, they wouldn’t dare do anything to us now.”

“You’re goddamn right they won’t dare do anything to us now. I’d kill any one of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat.”

“I know. Please don’t.”

“It would be so easy. We have them surrounded. We have them outnumbered. We can get the drop on them in an instant.”

“The Captain swore an oath.”

“The Captain swore an oath, but I sure as hell didn’t.”

“The Captain swore an oath on all of our behalf,” you continue. “If they fight the Nord slavers and live, and if they renounce banditry forever, we’ll let them walk free, unmolested.”

Even without looking, you can hear Deshavi’s glower.

“She never swore that we had to fight beside them, though. If the Nords get to them first, well, better them than us, right?”

You’re satisfied at winning the argument, but even that can’t match the satisfaction in Deshavi’s voice as she responds: “Right.”

PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

For dialogue:
"After everything I've done to you, why won't you just let me die?!"

"Because I want to see who you are under all that suffering."

PROMPT: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

Genre fiction: an android and her mechanic

PROMPT: TEAM RHYTHM GAMES

[moonlightjellies]

Genre fiction: Magical realism

PROMPT: TEAM RHYTHM GAMES

[moonlightjellies]

Flower language: Pink camellias symbolise longing

PROMPT: TEAM RHYTHM GAMES

[moonlightjellies]

Competition: Competing for someone's attention

PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

For dialogue:
"This is all there is to love? Simply by being in your life I have added indelibly to it's weight?"

"Yes."

PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

For dialogue:

"What are you doing?! My life doesn't matter!"
"I disagree."

PROMPT: TEAM CAITVI

[heymacareyna]

Historical fiction prompt:

Titanic but make it yuri

PROMPT: TEAM CAITVI

[heymacareyna]

Genre fiction: regency romance

(yes i just want yuri!bridgerton don't @ me)

PROMPT: Team OC

[blepsbian]

Fusion:

Android & Human + Body Swap

PROMPT: TEAM ROSEMARY

[cosmicabsurdism]

For flowers:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, William Wordsworth