BONUS ROUND 5 - COLORS

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

In this round, we want to see color prompts! You can upload a photo, you can describe a color, you can name a color, you can even post a hexcode!

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: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM

[miyukitty]

the saying "green with envy"!

FILL: TEAM RWBY

[tomura]

Fandom: RWBY

Ship: Lie Ren/Emerald Sustrai (of course I had to write Envy Zinnia for this prompt)

[AO3]

Emerald's not much of a people watcher. She finds it frustrating, usually; paranoia-inducing the rest of the time, always feeling like the random passersby will realize she's there.

It wasn't always like this. She used to feel more confident in her ability to stay hidden. But here, in Vacuo, everything feels like it's been turned on its head.

Emerald isn't grieving. She has no reason to. Nobody she was close to died.

Maybe that's why she's out here, sitting on the sand, watching the former citizens of Atlas and Mantle try to survive.

They look worn down, tired and angry and sad. The fine clothes of Atlas' elite are as faded and threadbare now as those of Mantle's poorest. The stress of the lack of food and near-daily Grimm attacks are taking their toll, too.

Even so, there is hope. Hope that Emerald has had a part in, even if it feels wrong to say.

Emerald closes her eyes and leans back onto the sand. Part of her wants to be out there, fighting Grimm. Rotating combat and rest duties made sense when it was suggested, but now the downtime feels more exhausting than the battles.

Soft footsteps crunch in the sand nearby her, and Emerald cracks one eye open. The harsh sunlight silhouettes Ren, their body casting a shadow over her. Emerald can't see their face; she imagines a million expressions instead, ranging from calm to anger to joy.

Ren sits smoothly next to her, cross-legged on the sand. Emerald blinks and Ren comes into focus, her hair still in the messy bun Nora made for her this morning. She doesn't look stressed or tired the way the people they're protecting do, but there are faint shadows under her eyes.

"You're going to get sand in your hair," Ren says.

A tiny laugh escapes Emerald's lips. "At this point, I don't think I'll ever be able to get it out."

Ren's lips turn upwards. Their smiles are always so soft.

"I thought you were on watch?" Emerald asks.

"Nora told me to go back." There's a carefully guarded edge to her tone.

Emerald doesn't push. She should, probably, but it's gone wrong too many times for her to risk it now, even with Ren.

Instead, she closes her eyes. If she tries hard enough, she can pretend she's on a beach somewhere. Mercury and Hazel are in the water, and Ren's next to her, taking her hand with their slender fingers.

She could make it real, for a moment. The ocean waves, gently climbing up and down the sand. Hazel would like the beach, she thinks. She doesn't think Mercury's ever been. Maybe he would like it, or maybe he would fret about the risk of sand and saltwater getting into his legs.

Emerald runs her thumb over the back of Ren's hand. "Do you like the beach?"

Ren is quiet for a while. Then, "I don't know. I've never been."

"We should go. After all of this is over."

Ren hums. Emerald digs her boots into the sand. She should be out there, she thinks, making sure Nora was right in her decision to send Ren back. She should be fighting Grimm, earning her place. But she'd rather be here, Ren's hand in hers. For once, she's content with where she is.

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: past winter/cinder, winter/robyn

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If Cinder doesn’t go to clubs, Winter fucking Schnee definitely does not. Winter fucking Schnee never once showed interest in even being in the same building as loud music in all the years Cinder knew her. She hates alcohol; she hates dancing; she hates PDA, and yet Cinder can see her crawling into Robyn Hill’s lap from the other side of the room.

Her hand tightens around her glass. She doesn’t look at Emerald, doesn’t look at Neo. Her breathing feels like it’s coming too fast.

She doesn’t even know why she’s here in the first place. She’s been over Winter for years — Winter, who broke her heart and then went off to join the military; Winter, who has people tripping over their feet to raise her as high as she can go. She hasn’t even thought about her since the last time they ran into each other. And yet here she is, and here Winter is, in a club in Robyn Hill’s lap, and last Cinder checked Robyn was her political fucking enemy and there’s no —

“Uh,” Emerald says, tapping her arm. Cinder registers that the plastic cup in her hand has long since broken, dismisses it. The sleeve of her shirt will be a bit sticky in the morning; that’s to be expected.

“You can leave if you want,” she says without looking. It’s not so much an invitation as a command. She doesn’t want spectators, but the two of them insisted — Emerald because she’s a genuinely kind person, Neo because she likes watching Cinder lose her mind.

“Yeah, about that, actually, why are we even here?”

Cinder doesn’t reply. She hadn’t thought about Winter at all until last week, when her boss was arrested for threatening his subordinates with a gun and her face was all over the fucking papers. She was working with Robyn, apparently, trying to bring him to justice. And now they’re making out in a club. God, Robyn isn’t even that good a kisser.

Neo taps her on the shoulder. When Cinder doesn’t turn to look, she crosses the table so she can stand directly in her field of vision and signs, “Seriously, can we go?”

“I said that already.”

“Well, yeah. But if we leave you here we’ll never see you again.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m brooding,” Cinder says. Neo kicks her shin.

“Stop looking at her. She’ll notice you’re here.”

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about that. Some part of her wants Winter to notice her, wants her to know she’s here, wants her to admit for once in her stupid fucking life that she was wrong.

And maybe she’s never going to do that if she’s busy making out with Robyn Hill. But Cinder can dream.

FILL: TEAM SKYLANDERS

[pebblespengu]

Ship: Hex/Stealth Elf (Skylanders)

Refusing the Spiral

So long has this life slipped out of tempo.
By now, my stagnancy you must have seen,
How lovely life blood flows through you, my doe.

Returning from sky laced with indigo,
Sleepy smiles across your face jade green.
So long has this life slipped out of tempo.

Envy never looked good on me, you know,
Always finding refuge in old routine.
How lovely life blood flows through you, my doe.

Those dull behaviors better suit a crow
Seeking shinies like a basic machine.
So long has this life slipped out of tempo.

With over an eternity to go,
When they are pushed, even grass turns out mean.
How lovely life blood flows through you, my doe.

Yet out again I turn with feelings faux.
Your warm hand in mine is still so serene.
So long has this life slipped out of tempo.
How lovely life blood flows through you, my doe.