BONUS ROUND 3 - FOLKLORE
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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by folklore!
Folklore: the traditional beliefs, customs, and stories of a community, passed through the generations by word of mouth.
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]
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PROMPT: ADMIN EXAMPLE
Date: 2025-06-16 09:47 pm (UTC)FILL: Team OCs
Date: 2025-06-27 04:16 pm (UTC)But of course, she only had eyes for one person. Princess Rosa. Daughter of the queen waging war against Jaclyn’s own kingdom. Because of course she’d fall in love with the person most inconvenient to her.
She’d try to make it go away. She’d tried everything. Rituals, prayers, herbal medicine. Nothing worked to stave off the persistent knocking on her heart. The truth was, she was desperately head over heels for that woman, and there was nothing getting rid of it.
“Your Highness?” a maid asked, poking her head in the door. Jaclyn was so deep in thought that she jumped and hit her knee on the table, making the mirror fall right over and… promptly shatter. “Oh, dear! Oh, I’m so sorry! Ma’am, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m so sorry!”
Jaclyn turned to her furiously. “You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to? What am I to do with an incompetent servant like you? Will you bear the misfortune that will now befall me?”
The maid had tears in her eyes as she bowed deep and said, “I would, ma’am, I would, in a heartbeat. I really would. I’m so sorry.”
Jaclyn huffed and stood up, the pieces of glass breaking further under her shoes. With this bad luck for the next seven years, there was no way her beloved would ever share her feelings. What was she to do? Was she supposed to ward off suitors for another decade? Worse, what if the bad luck befell her in ways completely out of her control, through Princess Rosa? What if the princess got kidnapped by the soldiers of her own homeland? What if they made a spectacle of her? What if, what if, what if—
“Ma’am?”
“What?” she barked, and the maid timidly pointed at her hand. When Jaclyn looked down, she saw she had cut herself with the broken glass. “Ugh, just fetch me some bandages and a bowl of clean water! Go, go! Make yourself actually useful!”
Once the maid was out of the room, Jaclyn dropped back down onto her leather seat. Stupid superstitions. If only they didn’t come true every single time, maybe Jaclyn could’ve ignored the bad omen. But this way…
She sighed. She’d punish the maid some other day.
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 09:55 pm (UTC)PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 09:56 pm (UTC)FILL: Team OCs
Date: 2025-06-27 04:17 pm (UTC)She wasn’t particularly superstitious, but… there was something about the cautionary tales her mother had always told her. They owed their multi-million dollar family business to superstition, in a way. So, just in case, she grabbed some of the salt that poured out of the salt shaker and tossed it over her left shoulder.
Immediately, she heard hissing and sneezing. She turned around to see the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen in her life; although a bit more translucent than a normal human would’ve been. She was instantly captivated by the struggling thing.
“Why did you do that?” the spirit asked her — because it must’ve been a spirit, what else would it have been? — amidst a sneezing fit.
“To ward off things like you,” Jaclyn said, and she found she wasn’t the least bit afraid of her. Maybe it was just the entitlement of being the sole heiress to her father’s booming company, or maybe the fact that she never usually went anywhere without bodyguards, who knew? But the fact remained: she all but pitied the entity standing before her. “What’s your name?”
“My name?”
“Your name. You have one, don’t you?”
“Names are power.”
“Mine is Jaclyn,” she supplied helpfully, with a smile. She didn’t care what power names held. She cared that she wanted to know the beautiful woman’s name. “My friends call me Jackie. You can’t hurt me, can you? Not with the salt barrier between us.”
She hesitated. “I’m known by many names in many different cultures.”
“Well, which do you like best? I’ll call you by that name.”
“Rosa,” she said tentatively. “I like Rosa best.”
“Rosa,” she repeated, still smiling. “We could be friends, you know. Just because you’re an ‘evil spirit’ that doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun.”
“The fun I have is ravaging entire villages.”
“Maybe I could teach you some card games instead. You strike me as the type who’d love poker.”
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:24 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-18 01:27 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
-
“Take that off,” Cinder says.
Winter raises an eyebrow. “Asking me to take off my clothes ten minutes into the date? Cinder, we’re in public —”
“No, not — god, can you just not be wearing anything Atlas —”
Winter looks down at her clothes — standard-issue Atlesian uniform, repurposed to make a nice suit for a date — and back up at Cinder, who is practically bent backwards over her chair. “So you do want me to strip.”
“Winter, I literally cannot physically get closer to you without throwing up.”
“Oh — oh.”
“Yeah.”
Winter pushes her chair back from the table and stands up. There’s the small issue of not really having anything else to wear, but Weiss will probably have something in her size. “Wait here,” she says.
Cinder looks up at her, a little baffled. “You literally don’t have anything else you could wear?”
“My sister’s apartment is literally a five minute walk from here. She’s been waiting for this day to come for years.”
Cinder’s eyebrows practically disappear underneath her bangs.
“So, wait at the cafe — fifteen minutes, I promise you I will be back.”
“Right,” Cinder says slowly. And, perhaps a little more devastatingly, “Still can’t believe you wore a suit to a cafe lunch date.”
“I like to be prepared!”
-
Winter sprints back. Cinder is sitting exactly where she was when she left, plus one smoothie with a blood substitute in it, and her eyes widen appreciatively when she catches sight of her vaulting the fencing to get to the outside seating.
“Don’t start, it’s literally jeans and a t-shirt,” Winter says, somewhat out of breath.
“No, I mean, you are covered in sweat right now and it’s really working for me —”
“Shut up.”
FILL: Team OCs
From:FILL: TEAM HONKAI STAR RAIL
From:PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:29 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:30 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Word count: 1853
CW: Blood drinking, attempted murder, successful murder, cannibalism mentions
Link to the piece here
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:31 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-28 02:19 pm (UTC)Word count: 782
Link to the piece here
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:33 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:33 pm (UTC)Re: PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-18 01:51 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
content warnings: injuries from physical abuse
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Cinder Fall has exactly one friend, and she only sees her on Fridays.
Well, calling her a friend is generous. She sees her exactly once a week, at night, in the form of a huge white wolf who crawls through her bedroom window and demands to be snuggled. (Calling it a ‘bedroom’ is also generous, as is calling it a ‘window’, but that’s neither here nor there.) She’s been visiting Cinder every week for three years, since Cinder was 10 and she’d been in the alleyway outside, whimpering and injured.
And Cinder isn’t stupid. She knows she’s a werewolf; she tried to follow her home once and caught sight of her at the crossroads leading to the richer part of town, a girl with thick white hair and perpetual dark shadows under her eyes. She knows she’s probably a Schnee, and she knows what the Schnees are like. Their littlest boy does paper runs with black eyes; the middle daughter sometimes sleeps in the orchard when it’s too rough at home; the mother perpetually reeks of alcohol.
But Cinder’s wolf — no one has ever seen her. She thinks she must be Winter, but Winter is only known to the townsfolk by name. Cinder thinks they keep her inside because of the curse. But she can’t be sure, because Winter always leaves before morning.
-
Friday, midnight: Cinder wakes up to a gentle rapping on the glass covering the gash in the wall her stepmom calls a window. “Hi, wolf,” she says, rolling over to let her in — and freezes.
Winter — not the wolf, but Winter, with her white hair and her tired eyes — stares back at her, hands pressed to the glass. It’s her expression that really does it, though; the open terror on her face, the split lip, the bruises disappearing down the collar of her shirt.
Cinder springs out of bed and throws open the window. Winter topples in, followed by two smaller, equally bruised white-haired children. And a sword. Can’t forget the sword.
“Wow,” she says faintly, “are you alright?”
Winter rises to her feet. It takes her a lot of effort. “We’re running away.”
“... Oh.”
“Come with us.”
“You haven’t transformed,” Cinder says stupidly.
“Yes, this is what I look like, I know. We — look, you don’t have to come with, but I’m not an idiot, I know your stepmother beats you and I know you know you deserve better than that.” Winter pauses, breathing deeply. “We deserve better than that. So we’re going.”
“... Where are you going?”
Her jaw sets. “To the barracks. The General has offered us protection.”
Cinder doesn’t know the General, but everything she’s ever heard about the Atlas military tells her that he’d rather shoot her than let her come within ten feet of him. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, and Winter turns paler, if that’s even possible.
“I would vouch for you. If he won’t take you we won’t stay. Please.”
“Um,” the middle daughter says.
“We’ll find somewhere else if we need to. Klein’s family, anyone.”
Cinder doesn’t need to consider it anymore. “Okay,” she says.
-
Winter transforms about a mile out of town. It will take them about a week to get to the barracks, apparently, and she promises she can bear being a wolf until next Friday. Still, it’s awful to watch. The two kids have seen it all before, but it terrifies Cinder.
“That looked like it hurt,” she says. They’re sitting down; they can’t go any further until Winter is on her feet. Her head is in Cinder’s lap; Whitley is very delicately braiding the fur on her tail; Weiss is curled up in her paws.
Winter presses her nose into Cinder’s leg. It did, she’s saying.
Cinder shivers. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get the sound of Winter screaming out of her head. She didn’t know it was possible for a person to be in that much pain. “The good news is, you’ve definitely scared off every other creature in the forest with that.”
Winter huffs.
“She’ll protect us,” Weiss says. “She always protects us.”
Her tail thumps a little. Whitley makes a noise of protest; he’s still trying to braid her fur.
PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:33 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-18 03:43 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
-
“Hiii,” the ghost says, and Winter just about throws her candle across the room.
Weiss doesn’t even give any indication that she’s heard her, seen her, even noticed something was off. The flame on her candle isn’t moving; her breathing stills in her chest. Winter registers all this as she turns, but then she’s a little more preoccupied with the ghost standing directly behind her to really grapple with what this means.
“We’re separate from the time stream,” the ghost says amicably. Sorry — the ghost, who happens to be gorgeous — “You interest me. What’s your name?”
Winter doesn’t really do very well with fear. Her optimal tactic is to just kind of dissociate through it, which is how she gets things like black eyes and a commendation from her fencing teacher for directly throwing herself at the problem. So her voice comes out surprisingly evenly when she answers, “Winter.”
The ghost’s face breaks out into a small, crooked smile. She nods her head towards Weiss. “You’re doing this for your sister?”
“She’s eleven. She wanted to know if you were real.”
The ghost shrugs, spreads her hands. “What do you think?”
“Honestly? The adrenaline is the only thing keeping me from passing out.”
Her smile widens. “Well, you already know my name.”
“You don’t look like a Mary,” Winter says, which is a genuine assessment.
“See, that’s what I said, but ‘On Fire Cinder’ doesn’t really have the same ring to it.”
And she is. On fire, that is. It licks up the entire length of her body, drips off her fingers. But there’s no heat, and her clothes and her hair and her skin are intact, so —
“Don’t ask,” Cinder says, so Winter doesn’t.
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:33 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM HORROR
Date: 2025-06-25 01:39 am (UTC)Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: The Hotel (Podcast)
Relationship: The Hotel Herself/The Manager
Summary: The Manager arrives at the crossroads where everything will begin to take its shape. The Hotel Herself is ready to hear the Manager's report.
Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66870064
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:34 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-17 01:20 pm (UTC)Word count: 1152 words
Link to the piece here
PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:35 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-18 04:12 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
me and my cryptid wife
-
It isn’t all bad, living with the embodiment of strife. For one thing, there’s the bonfires.
Winter sits on the edge of her bed and watches the fire from the window. She’s managed to do a pretty good job of not getting her clothes covered in ash for a while now, and she doesn’t intend to break that streak any time soon. But it’s nice to watch; she’s always loved the smell of woodsmoke, and Cinder tends to come alive when she’s around people.
They’ve only been technically married for a few weeks now, but in that time Cinder has hosted more bonfires for the surrounding villages than Winter has ever been to in her life. She says it's her way of giving back to the world, repelling the Grimm she helped to create. Winter thinks it sounds like torture, which is why she hasn’t bothered joining her.
Also why she was so down to get married to a famously reclusive half-Grimm woman who lives on the edge of Faerie. No one comes out here.
Well, they do now, but. They didn’t.
The fire itself is a little way away from the house, but the crowd stretches all across the grounds. There aren’t even that many people here — the village is only around 300 people — but they seem to be interested in spreading out. Winter has long given up trying to count people she knows; her father kept her inside for so long that she couldn’t name her neighbours if she tried. It was an isolation tactic, and it worked.
Cinder’s head appears drifting between the crowd, horns jutting up a good foot or two over the rest of them. She was already tall; in her Grimm form, she is huge. Winter thinks it’s absurdly hot.
Her voice comes to the window in snatches — “My wife — swordplay, yes, she’s teaching me,” and so on. That’s something else. Cinder seems to use these bonfires as an excuse to brag about her wife. No one has ever spoken about her so affectionately before.
Winter crosses the room to lean her elbows on the window, watching the crowd move below. Cinder catches sight of her and raises an arm in greeting, too-wide smile stretching across her face. They haven’t spoken about it yet, but Winter knows she’s in love with her, and she knows she’s in love with Cinder. She’s known it since the first time they met, as cliche as it is. She’ll mention it someday.
PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:36 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:38 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-19 02:21 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
extra notes: winter uses he/she pronouns in this because i do what i want forever
-
Very few people would consider being visited by Salem a blessing. Even fewer would live past being made her ward. In accordance with this, Cinder considers herself something of a miracle.
She makes it to the ball a little before midnight. She was warned to be quick — in and out, make an impression with the Prince, get him to follow her — but Cinder has never been around this much opulence in her life before, so she thinks she’s allowed to linger a little. Good thing she’s practiced in the art of not gawking at rich people.
Well — most rich people, because the Prince happens to be absolutely gorgeous as well as disgustingly wealthy, and Cinder doesn’t really know what to do with herself now that she’s here.
She winds up hovering awkwardly by the wall for the majority of the evening while the line of people waiting to see the Prince stretches across the ballroom. She can barely decipher his expressions from all the way over here; the barest hint of perfunctory kindness, an ill-fitting smile. By the time he breaks free of the line and gets his sister to fill in instead, it’s well past midnight and Cinder’s feet are really fucking hurting.
But she can’t just go find a corner to sit down in and hope she wanders over; she has to be active. She’s only got so long before one of Salem’s other agents comes in to extract her. So, cursing her remarkable attractiveness and capacity for deception, Cinder wanders over to where Prince Winter is trying her best to blend into a wall and wordlessly offers her the glass of water she stole off a waiter.
The Prince looks up at her, raises his eyebrows, shrugs minutely, and takes it. “Thank you, I think.”
Cinder shrugs back. “You look like you could use the hydration.”
A small, genuine smile pulls up the corners of his mouth. Pretty, Cinder thinks distractedly. “Probably. I haven’t seen you around before.”
“Wow, smooth,” Cinder says. Prince Winter laughs. “I’m Cinder Fall.”
“Winter Schnee,” he says, “but you knew that.”
“I did,” she agrees. Winter smiles a little wider.
-
“I’m swiftly becoming homophobic,” Mercury says through his smile.
Cinder elbows him in the ribs. “Be patient, I’m just going to say goodbye. For the mission, remember?”
He makes a sound like a deflating balloon, but lets go of her forearm so she can wander back over to Winter. She’s in the middle of a very boring conversation with some Baron of some territory in Vale; her entire face lights up in delight when she sees Cinder coming back for her. Cinder allows herself to feel a little proud of that.
“Cinder! Do you know the Marigolds?”
“Not at all,” Cinder says pleasantly. “Listen, my associate is telling me we have to leave before my mother burns the house down — could I steal you for a last dance?”
The tips of Winter’s ears turn pink. “It would be my pleasure,” he says, a little hoarse, and somewhere in the back of Cinder’s mind she wonders if she’s going to get out of this with her heart intact.
FILL: Team OC
From:PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:39 pm (UTC)Re: PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-24 07:30 am (UTC)Fiona: Such luck! It would seem I've found a four-leaf clover <3
FILL: TEAM RWBY
From:PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:40 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-22 12:09 pm (UTC)Word count: 1178
Link to the piece here
PROMPT: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-16 10:40 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-19 02:46 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
-
Two thousand years and the sound of the wind through Cinder’s blinds still makes her shiver.
Technically they’re not her blinds anymore, but she likes to think she has owner’s rights or something. She wants to believe that her mark is still on this house, footprints in the dust and scorch marks and the finely scored lines from where she used to stick her knife in the floor. If she closes her eyes and tries hard, she thinks she can see how the house has changed around her from her little spot in the wall. She doesn’t like the idea of being forgotten.
“Well, you should come with me,” a voice says.
Cinder turns to the wind, follows it as it rattles through the open windows and out into the sky. She can’t drift very far from her body; can barely see, blind and silent and aching, but she can follow.
“You’re trapped. I can fix that. You could come with me.”
Cinder may have been dead since before the advent of Christianity, but she’d know that voice anywhere. All forgotten souls do, she’s been told. It lives at the very core of her. It’s a reminder that she is wanted, that she is known. And she can’t resist that on a night like this. She can’t talk; she’s so old and so far gone that she can’t talk, but she’s willing and she breathes it into every part of her, reaching out, hoping —
“Alright,” the voice says. There’s the sensation of a hand grabbing her own, and then only the rushing wind.
-
The spirit’s name is Winter, and she’s brisk and serious and somehow unrelentingly kind, and she doesn’t let go of Cinder’s hand until she’s sure she can fly on her own.
And it’s so liberating to fly. There are thousands of them rushing through the sky like this, rattling windowpanes, and there’s so much land to cover, and it’s more than Cinder has ever felt in years. The sky gives her a body and a voice again, and she slips along behind Winter’s Beowolf and watches the stars rush past them. She should have done this years ago.
“It’s good, right?” Winter says, smiling broadly for the first time since Cinder met her. Her hair is whipping behind her in the wind; the old dried blood down the front of her shirt seems to vanish under the starlight. “It’s really good.”
“Yeah,” Cinder says. She can’t yet get her voice to rise above the wind yet, but Winter seems to hear her.
PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:41 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM HORROR
Date: 2025-06-30 01:57 am (UTC)Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Fear & Hunger
Relationship: Marina/Samarie
Summary: Samarie wants her so bad she makes a pocketful of wishes.
Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67023340
PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:43 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:45 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:48 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-06-19 03:19 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
very short quick thing
-
In Cinder’s defense, she didn’t think that stealing Winter’s fancy-ass cloak would genuinely make her lose her shit. She thought she was joking about the swan thing, and she definitely thought she was joking about the cloak being magical. And now she’s stuck with a very angry swan and a white-haired little kid who keeps trying to douse her in water as vengeance.
“Jesus Christ, I didn’t know,” she says after the sixth dousing, “I’m sorry, okay? Like, I didn’t think it was that serious.”
“You are an imbecile,” Weiss says emphatically. Cinder gets the feeling she’s translating for the swan. “You will accompany me to the market to get it back. Immediately.”
And then she douses Cinder with water again before she can respond.
-
Swan Winter follows them all the way to the market, occasionally pecking at Cinder’s heels as she walks. Cinder contemplates kicking her away, but that would be a bad idea and everyone would get madder at her, so she settles for mildly spiteful glances instead.
“The good news is that most of the people in this village owe me one,” she says inbetween ankle incidents. “There’s a lot of people who would be willing to give it back to me if I asked. And/or if you attacked them, Jesus.”
Winter ruffles her feathers irritably. “We shouldn’t even be in this position in the first place,” Weiss translates.
“Yeah, well.”
The guy Cinder sold the cloak to is Tyrian, who is famously a bit of a weirdo but also absolutely terrified of Cinder’s boss. She sends Weiss and Winter off to search one side of the market for him, getting them out of the way, before she heads over to his stall at the edge of the village. He doesn’t even look up as she approaches, which she feels is a notable mark of disrespect, but whatever.
“Tyrian.”
“Go away.”
“Tyrian,” Cinder says, lowering her voice to a growl, “give me the cloak I sold you.”
Tyrian looks up from the fabric on his lap. He’s been sewing that same damn shirt since this morning. “Oh, the swan cloak? No.”
“I am calling in a favour from my boss.”
“On whose authority?”
“I’ll give you back the money.”
He pouts. “Fine.”
“Make it quick, or I’ll set an actual swan on you.”
-
Winter rewards her for her troubles with a small kiss to the cheek and a stern reminder not to pull that shit again. Cinder thinks she could have used a little more gratitude, but whatever.
FILL: TEAM HONKAI STAR RAIL
From:PROMPT: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-16 10:50 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM TOUHOU
Date: 2025-06-24 06:20 am (UTC)Ship: Hatate Himekaido/(adult)Sumireko Usami
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66665152
PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:53 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS
Date: 2025-06-22 08:10 am (UTC)Word count: 353
CW: Alcohol, and I guess there's a 'finding someone's butt sexy' joke, but I think it's like at the level of ex: a similar joke in Lilo and Stitch.
Link to the piece here
PROMPT: TEAM TOKUSATSU
Date: 2025-06-16 10:55 pm (UTC)