Mini Round 1 – The Throwback Round
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In this Mini round, we will be using themes and prompts from the previous year's Mini rounds (previously named bonus rounds). You may come up with prompts from the previous themes, fill prompts made in this round, and fill prompts made in the previous years' rounds!
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Fills can use any medium and contain any yuri ship, even those unaffiliated with your team, as long as they abide by the rules of our event. You can fill a prompt from a separate team or from a teammate, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
Prompts:
Each prompt is worth 10 points with a maximum of 150 points per team.
Fills:
- First 4 fills: 50 points
- Fills 5 - 10: 35 points
- All fills after: 20 points
Post as many fills and prompts as you want! There is NO maximum point limit for fills. ^_^
For titling your prompts, use the following format: [ PROMPT: TEAM X ]
For titling your fills, please use this format: [ FILL: TEAM X ]
To participate, reply to this post! If filling a previous year's prompt, please either link or quote their prompt in your reply. To fill a prompt beneath this post, reply to that prompt directly!
PROMPT: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-10 02:58 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2026-05-10 09:45 pm (UTC)ship: winter/cinder
-
“So—”
“So,” Winter echoes tonelessly.
Cinder pauses, grits her teeth, takes a deep breath. Winter’s eyes aren’t on her; they’re fixed somewhere over her shoulder, where the gutted insides of her cockpit should be. Maybe she thinks this is an enemy simulation. Maybe she’s waiting for her conditioning to save her. Impatience won’t help; it’ll make her suspicious, withdrawn.
Or maybe she isn’t even thinking. It would make sense. Pilots like this—the ones Cinder finds, at least—tend to be more machine than person, more raw animal instinct than thought. The challenge, then, is to get her thinking, to get her to open her eyes for the first damn time in years and realise that she’s still in the real world.
She signed up for this, after all. She knew what they would do to her. Cinder read her case file. She might have even known her, once.
She tries again: “So. Winter.”
“Specialist,” Winter corrects. She looks—lost. Hollow, maybe, or so convinced of her own hollowness that she won’t react to external stimulus.
“Specialist,” Cinder echoes, “you’re a Schnee, right? You came from Atlas. Dust company heiress, et cetera—”
“Heir,” Winter corrects.
“Huh?”
“Heir,” she says. “Specialist. Hunter. Huntress is incorrect.”
Cinder blinks. “Okay. Why—leave, then? You had no incentive to fight in this war at all.”
Winter’s eyes flick to her. It’s only a brief movement, a back-and-forth across the imagined space of her cockpit, as though tracking the white light of a moving target. It’s still recognition. “Is this an interview?”
Cinder blinks again. “No?”
“No,” Winter echoes. Cinder could swear she was fighting the urge to smile.
Well. That’s new.
-
Day sixteen with the new subject goes well. Cinder dislikes the word ‘subject’ as a classification for the work she does, but Salem insists, and she supposes it is an experiment on prisoners of war to see if they can be re-indoctrinated into becoming agents of Salem’s military instead, so. Subject it is.
Winter responds positively to memories of her past, before the conditioning and the drugs and the cockpit of her suit. Cinder goes digging through her file and comes up with a few leads: a couple siblings back home who probably think she died in combat; a friend in her suit’s AI; a penchant for HEMA. When she brings them up in their meetings, Winter’s expression changes. Not quite a smile, not that near-conspiratorial look in her eye from the day before that said I’m fucking with you, but a change.
Cinder writes this down in her notes as “yearning for a life before”. A way in, maybe. She won’t be able to go back to them at all, but. Maybe it’s something to motivate her.
-
Day eighteen is when Cinder starts to suspect that Winter is definitely fucking with her. She might not be cognizant enough to recognise where she is or that Cinder is real, but she’s aware. Maybe she thinks it’s a game the suit’s AI is playing with her. Cinder has heard about this kind of thing before—the AI plugging itself into a pilot’s skull and playing with their receptors, creating a beautiful dream to ease them into painless death when an enemy mech runs them through.
She writes this down as “almost certainly thinks she’s dead”, scratches it out, and replaces it with, “dying dream theory?”
-
“You’re not experiencing symptoms of withdrawal,” Cinder announces.
Winter blinks up at her hazily, as though none of this could possibly be important. Which is, of course, a marked change to how she was thirty seconds ago. Cinder is learning to tell her attentiveness apart from her disinterest. “Oh,” she says, “what’s that?”
“Oh my god,” Cinder says, profoundly. “Where are you?”
“Dunno.”
“What is your designation?”
Her mouth tenses at the corners, like she’s trying not to smile again. “Specialist.”
“Your designation.”
“Specialist,” she repeats. “You want my designation number. Which is Specialist 1-S4. You’re welcome.”
Cinder does not, in fact, flip the table in Winter’s cell. She stands up, leaves, and flips the table in the empty cell next door.
-
(in case it isn't clear winter is only partially fucking with her at the start and then definitely fucking with her the more the piece goes on bc cinder hanging around and being annoying is starting to unwind her conditioning)
PROMPT: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 03:00 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2026-05-10 10:18 pm (UTC)ship: winter/cinder
au: that one really long time loop fic i worked on. the tl;dr is that they got freaky in the time loop and now they're in love and won't admit it or do anything about it
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“I made us a picnic,” Winter announces.
Cinder stares blankly at her for a moment, spits out a mouthful of sand, and says, “Literally why?”
“I thought we could do something nice.”
“Winter—babe—”
Winter throws the basket at her head. Cinder dodges, but it’s a near thing, on account of being beaten within an inch of her life. “Sit down. For once. We’re not going to fight. We’re not going to—do anything else—don’t look at me like that. We’re going to sit here and have some food. And it’s going to be nice. We’re going to be nice, Cinder.”
“I am twenty six years old,” Cinder says, but she rolls onto her side and hauls herself into a sitting position against a rock. Because she’s nice, she accepts the aura booster that Winter hands her, and doesn’t even protest when she pushes a plate of strawberries into her lap.
“What’s this for?”
“It’s the picnic,” Winter says. She sounds far too pleased with herself. “I don’t know how to cook. But it’s nice, isn’t it? I’ve got cream.”
Cinder huffs. “Where the fuck did you get that?”
“I bartered for it. With a farmer. Who I have a good working relationship with.” She kicks Cinder’s leg. “Eat it.”
Cinder waits to watch Winter eat a strawberry around her own mouthful of blood and sand, which she takes as proof that it isn’t an elaborate attempt to poison her. The last time she ate a strawberry was before she was sold to the Glass Unicorn and she isn’t convinced she’s not allergic.
-
Loathe as she is to admit it, it isn’t actually awful. Sitting with Winter just out of the sun, waiting for her injuries to heal, eating the occasional strawberry—it isn’t as bad as Cinder was expecting it to be. Occasionally Winter will brush her hand against her thigh and draw slow circles over her exposed skin, and Cinder doesn’t quite have the heart to push her away.
It’s an open secret, obviously, that Winter is definitely more than a little in love with her. She’s not stupid. She’s read books, mostly at Emerald’s request; she saw the way the red-headed Maiden girl tripped along behind the blonde boy from Ruby’s gaggle of children. She knows what it looks like when someone is in love. Winter has this starry-eyed look to her whenever she’s around Cinder, like she thinks this could ever mean anything. It would be endearing if it wasn’t ridiculous.
Still. Cinder submits to the attention, and the quiet way Winter talks to her, and the small kiss she presses to her cheek before she stands up to leave. If the white-hot feeling simmering in her chest is a desire to ask Winter to stay, Cinder doesn’t realise until she’s long gone and the sun has started to set over the dunes.
This is how it’s always going to be with them, isn’t it? Never approaching true animosity; too violent and too hollowed with grief to ever approach something meaningful. It makes Cinder—angry—for reasons she can’t quite explain.
-
She realises, once she’s regained enough feeling in her legs to begin the long walk home, that today was the one year anniversary of the end of the loop. And Winter chose to spend it with her.
Re: FILL: TEAM TRANSFORMERS
From:PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:01 pm (UTC)Baby Blue by The Tenth
What are you trying to tell me?
It's driving me insane
I know you have a purpose
You keep running through my brain
And honey, where did you go?
And will I see you again?
With your baby blue hair
To start our love affair
Tell me who you are baby
It's eating me alive
Tell me what you're thinking
I promise I won't hide
Tell me why you're here
And honey, I'll abide
Re: PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-11 06:55 pm (UTC)Pairing: Kris/Noelle
Content warning: Emotional manipulation typical of Weird Route
Even when she’d piled every blanket she could find hiding in her closet on top of her bed, Noelle Holiday was freezing cold. She’d checked the thermostat enough times to know the temperature hadn’t changed from its usual brisk 50 degrees–a compromise Dess had struck with her mother a long time ago, after there was one too many complaints about it being literally freezing. No, this was the sort of cold that burned from the inside out, the sort that felt like the premonition of the worst fever you’d ever had. And yet, if anything, Noelle’s temperature was lower than usual. Forget burning up, she was…
Going outside, she was going outside. Maybe at least there she could feel cold from the breeze and not from the fragmented bits of dreams that kept playing over and over again in her head.
Everything was so blue there; the interminable glow of the city lights, the Queen’s hard shell, the pavements, the glimmering night sky, Kris’s hair and skin… no, that wasn’t Kris, not really. Kris was… the person she could say no to, the one who really understood her when nobody else did.
But then, maybe they knew that if they pushed things too far, she’d really put her foot down; maybe they were testing her resolve. Maybe she’d failed to stand up for herself, enough, and that was what her dream was about. Stand up for yourself, Noelle.
And yet she hadn’t, even when Kris had cornered her in the hospital today. Even when they had her watch. …No, that wasn’t Kris. She was sure of it. Maybe it made no sense, but she knew it in her heart, in the way they made her shiver with real fear. …And somehow, the very thought excited her.
There was a world where her childhood friend wanted her, rather than pushing her away. No, not even that, they wanted her so much they’d not just started talking to her again, but they’d taken her things, hoping she’d notice. And well, even if Kris was the only person she could say no to, if it were them pushing her around…
But it wasn’t them, right? Kris wouldn’t have, right? She’d known Kris her whole life, and they’d never acted like the dream version of themselves. …But then again, the way they looked at her, the mournful, remorseful look on their face at the words that weren’t theirs escaping their mouth… now that felt very much like Kris. And if they weren’t in control of themselves anymore, if they were really, truly sorry, if they never wished any of this had happened…
Well, then she’d just have to protect Kris, wouldn’t she? Maybe she had found her courage, after all. She was just protecting them when they couldn’t protect themself. Maybe if she was there, they couldn’t get hurt as badly. Maybe if she was there… everything would be okay. If she could just find somebody else who understood, stay by Kris’s side… then she’d do anything, for them to be okay. She’d solve every puzzle, defeat every enemy, stay close to them… because that was what she’d always wanted, wasn’t it? To get close to them, again? To know them, again? Maybe if she just kept following them, kept hanging on their every word, she’d get to the bottom of this. Even if it chilled her to her very core.
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:02 pm (UTC)Roses/Lotus/Violet/Iris by Hayley Williams
Sample lyrics:
FILL: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 09:14 pm (UTC)Pairing: Kira/Keiko
Word Count: 322
Bajoran irises were different from Earth ones, Keiko had explained to Kira. Earth irises had bigger blooms, and were easier to care for; but Bajoran irises had a mild bioluminescence quality that made them seem brighter in the short hours of dawn and dusk.
A space station was not the ideal environment for such a flower, but Keiko tended to them anyway. She said they made her happy. She said it with sad eyes.
Kira had spoken to Keiko so seldomly before the pregnancy mishap, but now that she was over all the time, she couldn’t help noticing her sad eyes. She seemed happy enough — with her child, with her husband, with her plants. But her eyes were sad. They were so dark and deep, with a pull like a magnet on Kira.
Kira sat on a workbench, one leg pulled up, watching Keiko check on her irises. The way her hair, black like midnight, fell in front of her rosy cheeks made Kira’s chest clench. Plants were plants; they served a purpose, or they didn’t. Kira had no interest in their beauty.
It was only Keiko’s beauty that entranced her.
“I wish you could stay,” Keiko brushed a strand of midnight behind her ear. “I know you’ll have to get back to your duties when all this is over, but it’s nice having someone around.”
“You won’t be alone,” Kira smiled encouragingly, “even when I’m gone, you won’t be.”
“That’s right,” Keiko responded softly, like she didn’t believe it herself.
Kira almost reached out for her hand.
She knew Keiko loved Miles. She suspected he loved her, too, even if he didn’t always spend the time to show her. She knew they had a lovely little girl, and another child on the way, and a separation would tear apart more than just the two of them. She knew an iris didn’t take easily to relocation.
Kira almost reached out for her.
PROMPT: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-10 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: PROMPT: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-11 12:06 am (UTC)Prompt :Caught red handed
He had seen it.
Of course he had. From the blush on Mo’s cheeks to the roses in Mary’s hand
Her father had seen
And she had heard
“ any wife who didn’t give grandfather marriageable daughters would be put to death”
And father had seen
And what would he think.
Mo walks up to the front door hands clammy with sweat . Well this was it with a turn she saw her
Mary standing there
Just as scared
But determined
If this is what it takes to be with her
Than she would be caught red handed
Time and time again
FILL: TEAM RWBY
From:Re: FILL: TEAM TRANSFORMERS
From:FILL: Team RWBY
From:Re: FILL: TEAM TRANSFORMERS
From:PROMPT: Team Magical Girl
Date: 2026-05-10 03:04 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-11 03:51 am (UTC)The husk on the view screen had said "Nostromo", a freighter class not unlike the kinds of ships Travis had described growing up on. Cramped, utilitarian, and supremely unwelcoming. Not exactly Hoshi's idea of a good time.
So she hoped T'Pol would excuse her shocked outburst when she ordered Hoshi to follow her to the shuttlepod to look for survivors.
"Me? T'Pol, it's a human ship, I don't think that you'll have any need for a translator-"
"Ensign. That was not a request." T'Pol said with her usual impassive firmness. "Besides. From the scan we were able to take of the vessel we have reason to believe there are... uncontacted lifeforms aboard. I will need your skills."
So that's how she found herself in an EV suit, cowering behind T'Pol and holding out the handheld universal translator like a phaser. The Nostromo was completely depressurized. Large holes in the hull meant that the only thing allowing her and T'Pol to shuffle slowly across the ragged deck floor was her mag-boots. The weightlessness combined with the dark and her claustrophobia were making her sick. Even though she knew it was impossible, she could swear she heard the ship creaking.
This was probably the second worst day of her life.
The only thing holding her together was that T'Pol was the one up ahead, checking around corners.
"Ensign Hoshi." T'Pol turned back to face her, her face illuminated by the lights in her helmet, impassive as ever. "How are you holding up?"
"About as well as I could hope - eugh." She felt her stomach lurch again.
"Then I would suggest we do not go around the corner and instead return to the shuttle, and contact the captain."
"What? What's going on around that corner?"
"I believe the expression is *you don't want to know*."
"Well, I might regret this, but now I have to know." Hoshi lunged around T'Pol's shoulder, trying to take a peek around the corner. T'Pol caught her elbow before she could see anything. Hoshi felt her hand squeeze firmly to emphasize her seriousness despite her unwavering placid expression.
"Based on my knowledge of your past experiences, I would advise against the human instinct for curiosity."
"What does that mea- AH!" Hoshi stumbled backward, held up only by T'Pol's grip on her arm.
A horrible, non-humanoid form was descending slowly from a vent in the ceiling behind T'Pol. At Hoshi's scream, T'Pol whipped around, aiming her phaser with deadly Vulcan accuracy. The alien's skull was long and eyeless, its only identifiable feature being its dripping, needle-sharp jaws. It's skeletal body unfolding impossibly from the small opening.
"Run!"
Hoshi wasn't sure if she heard it or yelled it, but she knew when to follow orders. She ran down the hallway on numbs legs, tugging T'Pol behind her.
She couldn't say when it happened, but suddenly she was in T'Pol's arms, being carried down the final 10 meters to the docking bay door, horrible scuttling closing in behind them. She could feel something warm drip onto her shoulder just as T'Pol threw her roughly through the door and sealed it shut behind them.
A familiar and unpleasant feeling of pressurization made her ears pop. But how was that possible? Her suit? She turned her head to try and look at the spot where she had felt the drip just a moment ago, and saw that there was a ragged hole eaten through her suit.
"Oh my god..."
T'Pol removed Hoshi's helmet and began working on the rest of her suit before Hoshi could gather herself enough to start fighting her.
"Oh my GOD!"
"An understandable reaction. I had hoped... The life form we detected on the sensors had seemed dormant."
"Well it wasn't!" Hoshi could feel hot, shameful tears welling in her eyes. It happened again. She had panicked again! How could these people think she was cut out to be here?! She his her face behind her hands, feeling somehow worse to be breaking down in front of a Vulcan. But T'Pol stayed silent. Instead she pulled Hoshi close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her. Hoshi's face pressed into the cold EV suit material.
"I apologize for bringing you on this mission Ensign. I gravely misjudged the situation and caused you undue distress."
Hoshi couldn't hold in her first, choked sob.
"I had hoped that an *easy win* would help boost your confidence. I had hoped that I could help convince you that you are a valued member of the crew."
HOshi could only bury her face into T'Pol, so close that she could hear the adrenalized thudding heartbeat underneath.
PROMPT: Team Magical Girl
Date: 2026-05-10 03:05 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-11 11:04 am (UTC)Ship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long
Warnings: N/A
Yang looks at herself in the mirror and messes with her jacket, adjusting it until it lies just right on her shoulders. She pulls her hair back, holding it the way it'd look if she wore it in a ponytail, then releases it, reassured by the familiar weight.
"Yang, c'mon!" Blake says, leaning in the doorway of their dorm. "We need to go now if we want to make it to the dance on time."
"Okay, okay," Yang replies, pretending his heart didn't skip a beat at his partner's voice.
Grinning, he strikes a pose in front of the mirror.
//
Atlas is huge. It's nothing like Patch or Vale. Yang should be overwhelmed, but instead part of him relishes the change of scenery.
Each street has some new, strange discovery: statues of obscure historical figures, crowds of strange people streaming in and out of massive buildings, tiny eclectic stores with owners more quirky than even From Dust Till Dawn's shopkeep could hold a candle to.
Yang could never settle down here, but she wishes she were visiting at a better time. She could drive Bumblebee through the streets and poke her head in every strange place that caught her eye.
//
Joanna is quietly confident. Yang sits next to her and mirrors her posture, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
The rest of the Huntresses and Yang's friends and family are chatting excitedly. Robyn and Blake are talking at one end. Robyn pushes her hair back with one hand, a soft smile on her face, and out of the corner of her eye Yang can see Joanna looking intently at her leader.
She's like me. The thought rises to the top of Yang's brain without her even needing to think it. It brings a little thrill to her chest.
//
Do I look like a girl?
It's not the first time Yang's wondered it. It started when she was a kid, before she even know being a girl was possible, back when all she knew was that she never wanted anyone to mess with her hair.
She looks at herself in the mirror. Her golden locks flow messily down her back. She looks — not masc, not like a man. She's old enough now to know she's not entirely a girl, she's something to the left, something with a little bit of "boy" in it too.
Yeah, I think I do.
//
Yang arranges her body on her bunk, hanging one leg off the edge. Her scroll is in her hands, a long thread of messages from the rest of Team RWBY pulled up. A selfie from Ruby, immediately followed by a blurry zoomed-in photo of Weiss. Blake's hand, petting a stray cat. One of Weiss' fingers, then Weiss' palm nearly covering the camera.
Yang laughs. He holds the scroll above his head and sticks out his tongue, hitting the camera button as he does.
He presses send and grins at the reactions: a purple heart emoji from Blake and a selfie from Weiss, a stern expression on her face, Ruby leaning over her shoulder and sticking her tongue out too.
//
Yang's hand tingles where Blake touched it. Dancing with her is exhilarating. He can't believe he ever lived without this feeling, heat racing through his whole body all night.
The buzz isn't leaving his body, at least not yet. Every glance from Blake reinvigorates it. Yang probably looks like an idiot, leaning in to her every word, but he can't make himself care.
Dad had said something about this once. About how he'd known he loved Mom — that she was "the one", whatever that meant — deep in his heart.
Is Blake "the one"? Yang catches her eye, and Blake grins. Despite everything she's been through, she looks so carefree. And Yang's the one who gave that to her, who gets to see her unrestrained smiles.
//
"I'm going to paint your nails," Weiss says, and Yang has no choice but to agree.
"Why now?" he asks as she runs the tiny brush over his thumb, even though it's already too late to stop.
Weiss frowns, visibly trying to pick the right words to say. "Because... I wanted to spend time with you?"
"We spend plenty of time together!" Yang laughs.
"Yeah, well," Weiss sputters, "I wanted to have girl time! With you!"
Yang looks down at the purple polish Weiss is carefully applying. It matches the fabric Yang has tied around her leg.
"Well," she says, "it looks like you've successfully varnished my agenda."
PROMPT: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 03:07 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM ANIMANGA
Date: 2026-05-10 05:42 pm (UTC)Pairing: Rinko/Lisa
Word count: 476
___
'Come on, you'll look great!' Lisa said, holding up a pink and black striped dress. It was made up of multiple layers of ruffles and lace, creating a poofy silhouette. Bright pearls for buttons ran down the middle, and a big black bow rested at the top.
'I'll stand out too much,' Rinko said.
'Good! The more people who see how cute my girlfriend is, the better.'
Rinko couldn't help but smile at that. She quietly took the dress from Lisa, feeling the fabric between her fingers. It was the perfect material. Soft, not too thick, and not itchy at all. They had been shopping for clothes for the last couple of hours, and while Lisa had found a wealth of clothes she liked, Rinko hadn't bought anything. Everything was either the wrong material, or assembled poorly, or the wrong fit. She had been trying not to let it show, anxious not to ruin the day for Lisa, but it was getting exhausting.
'Okay, I'll try it on,' Rinko said.
'This will be the one,' Lisa said with a wink.
Rinko walked into a changing room and closed the curtain. She deliberately hadn't worn many accessories, knowing she'd be in and out of changing rooms. Somehow, it still felt like it took ages to undo all the buttons and zips of her white shirt and long black skirt. The pink and black dress didn't seem any easier to get into. It had a zip, but also a ribbon that needed to be tied at the back, which was difficult to reach. She put the dress on as much as she could, then looked at herself in the mirror.
Lisa had such a good eye for fashion.
It wasn't her usual style at all. Rinko couldn't remember the last time she had worn bright pink. She usually avoided incorporating it into Roselia;s outfits since it wasn't their typical vibe, and her wardrobe was filled almost exclusively with black and white. Still, the dress looked good on her. It accentuated her legs in a way she wouldn't usually go for, but she didn't hate it. The ribbon at the back was still hanging loose.
'Babe?' Rinko said.
'Mhm, what's up?' Lisa said, her voice slightly muffled on the other side of the curtain.
'I need some help getting it on.'
Lisa laughed.
'It's one of those dresses, huh? Coming in,' she said as she opened the curtain.
Lisa didn't say anything for a few seconds. She just stared at Rinko, who was growing increasingly nervous the more time passed in silence.
'Lisa?' Rinko said eventually.
'Wow,' Lisa said. 'I have a great eye for clothes, huh?'
Rinko smiled, fidgeting with her hands.
'That's what I was thinking. Help me with the ribbon, will you?'
FILL: Team Magical Girl
From:FILL: Team RWBY
From:FILL: Team Pokémon
From:PROMPT: Team Magical Girl
Date: 2026-05-10 03:07 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM DELTARUNE
Date: 2026-05-10 05:10 pm (UTC)Pairing: December/Transfem Asriel
Content Warnings: None!
“My lady Asri, I have returned,” cooed the knight December, kneeling perfectly at her highness’s robes in the same, practiced way she had hundreds, if not thousands, of times.
“My brave knight, December. Please, be at ease,” replied the princess Asriel, extending a gloved hand to her paramour. As easy as it was to drift into bliss at her knight’s return, she fought to stay aware in the moment, to feel the warmth of each kiss her Dess pressed onto her knuckles and the way she lingered on each one.
“Please rise, my knight. You have traveled a long ways from the realms of Snowdin. How fares your sister Noelle?” It was a careful dance, the way they reunited, surrounded by guards in the throne room. Oh, how Asri could not wait until they were dismissed from this ritual.
“She fares well, my lady. I bring word that she hopes to make your sibling’s acquaintance, one day, much as my father has made the King’s, and as I have made yours.” Even in her sleek armor, colored dark as the night, December moved as if she were the definition of grace. She stood in one swift motion, her body perfectly aligned.
“What a woman,” Asri remarked to herself, before regaining her composure enough to reply in a proper manner. “Miss Noelle is certainly welcome here; any member of your family is a member of ours, my Knight.”
“I shall let her know then, my lady; though it must be by letter. After all, I have my duty to fulfill here, by your side.” Perhaps December’s flirtatious manner was poorly concealed; at this point, though, she cared not. Let the court talk; after all, it would give them something else to discuss other than the Royal Scientist’s blossoming relationship with the head of the Royal Guard.
“You most certainly do,” Asri replied, covering her smile with her other hand. “And with this, I officially recognize your return to my service as my personal knight, December Holiday. All others may be dismissed.”
She shot a pointed look at her sibling, Kris, whose leave signaled to the rest of the guardsmen to give the princess and knight their space. In return, Kris gave her a knowing look, the sort that said ‘you owe me, Sister Dearest’. A trip to the head pastry chef it was, then.
“Well, my lady, it appears we are finally alone,” hummed December, taking hold of the princess’s other hand.
“Why yes, it does, does it not,” Asri agreed, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
“May I?” December drew closer, her brown fur brushing against Asri’s pale white with a touch of blonde. Her breath tickled against the princess’s ear, enough to make Asri’s fur stand on end.
“You may,” the princess replied in a hushed voice.
Only a moment later, after her knight glanced once more around the room to confirm they were alone, came the kiss, gentle on impact but greedy for more. In what felt like a series of portraits, there was a hand on Asri’s waist, drawing her closer, a tilt of their heads, the princess’s curved horns clacking against her knight’s pointed antlers, and another hand coursing through the locks on the back of Asri’s head. Angel above, how they’d both missed this. Eager to close any remaining distance, Asri pressed her body against the cool metal of her Dess’s armor, shivering as its pointed chest dug itself into her robes. Off was the only word echoing through the princess’s head, and she pulled at the gap between her knight’s faulds and cuisses to say as much without breaking the kiss.
“Mmph,” replied December, and she pulled back momentarily to undo her gauntlets; instantly, however, the problem in this became apparent. “Your horns,” she whispered, urgent.
“Ah, yes, my horns, they do seem to be…” The inward curves of Asri’s horns had caught on the outward points of December’s own antlers, interlocked like the old joinery that had laid the castle’s foundations.
“Hmm, Asri, maybe if you move your horns up…” There was the clack of horn on horn, as Asri’s horns met with the upper prongs of December’s antlers.
“No, no, perhaps if I just tilted a little more to the…” Clack.
“We still haven’t tried to…” Clack.
“Surely there is a way out of this, my lady.” Clack.
“…Perhaps, my knight, we should call in a trusted advisor.”
“And how so, my dearest Asri, without alerting the entirety of the castle staff to the current situation?”
“Well, perhaps there is somebody listening in on our current predicament,” Asri intoned, prompting a set of red mock horns to appear from the throne room’s doorway.
“Augh, Your Highness Kris, have we not discussed intruding on private moments,” grumbled Dess, little as she could complain at the current moment.
“…y’want help or do you not, Miss Knight?” Kris mumbled, emerging fully from the doorway with a wicked grin.
“Promise not to tell mom?” Asri inquired, wary of what Queen Toriel would do at the news of her daughter sharing a kiss before marriage.
“…may we visit the chocolatier as well?” Kris walked up to the two, awkwardly locked in a downward lean, and gave their best pleading eyes to their sister.
“Yes, we can, Kris. And I will not tell Mother about it.”
“…Deal.” Kris held out their hand, which Asri gratefully and hurriedly shook.
“Say, Kris… I take it you are never going to stop holding this above our heads?” Dess forced a grin onto her face as Kris tugged a little too hard downwards on their horns.
“…Nope. Never.”
And so it was whispered to this day, the tale of the princess and her knight’s woes.
FILL: TEAM GENSHIN
From:PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-10 03:09 pm (UTC)"So let's stop living in black and white, one streak of color could change a life. We have the shades of blue in tears, and hues of green for passing years. White lies put hatred in our heads, so we will show them love instead. We'll paint the whole world red. We'll paint the whole world red." -Red by Aviators
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
Date: 2026-05-11 07:00 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 03:10 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-11 11:45 am (UTC)Ship: Blake Belladonna/Sun Wukong, also a little Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long because I can't help myself
Warnings: N/A
"What do you think?" Sun asks. "Greenish-blue or blueish-green?"
The ocean is tranquil, surrounding the boat and stretching to the horizon. Menagerie is still a long way away.
"I don't know," Blake replies against her better instincts, "blueish-green?"
Sun hums. "I think it's greenish-blue."
Blake makes a face. "You're just saying that to mess with me."
Sun strikes a pose. Even though, with his short hair and proudly scarred chest, he doesn't really look like Yang at all, something about him reminds Blake of her. Maybe it's the confident way he grins and pulls her into the conversation, or the way he asserts himself with a wink.
"Well," Sun says, "it's my professional lesbian opinion that it's greenish-blue."
"Wh-huh-what?" Blake sputters, completely taken by surprise. "How does you being a lesbian affect the color of the ocean!"
"Didn't you know?" Sun winks. "The ocean is the biggest lesbian of all."
Blake has to take a deep breath to keep herself from giving him the satisfaction of a laugh.
"Well," she says, mirroring his tone of voice, "it's my professional bisexual opinion that it's blueish-green."
Sun has the impudence to laugh, a wild and boisterous noise that makes Blake's lips twitch.
"Well, my lady, you have me at a draw there." He tucks a hand behind his back and bows deeply, extending a hand to Blake. He glances up at Blake, and his blue eyes are so piercing they make her heart skip a beat. "At least allow me the decency of taking your hand?"
"Fine," Blake says, laying her hand in his. "I'll allow a draw."
Sun's grip is firm. He stands up fully and shakes her hand, like they're closing a business deal instead of messing around, and he looks Blake directly in the eyes.
"A draw... for now." And with that, Sun flips Blake into the air. It's a reflex for her to toss gambol shround and swing herself over the blueish-green watch and back onto the deck, where Sun is already running away.
"Oh, you are not getting away!" Blake says, hardly able to keep the laugh from her voice. "There's only so far you can run!"
"I just have to outpace you!" Sun yells back.
"It is so on," Blake says to herself, and for once since Beacon fell, Blake lets herself smile.
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:11 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-12 07:40 am (UTC)Ship: Ruby Rose/Emerald Sustrai
Warnings: Very brief references to past character death and attempted suicide
After all the tearful reunions, hugs and I-thought-you-were-deads and relearning each other's shapes, Ruby still can't sleep.
Vacuo is cold. Ruby never thought a desert could be so cold. When they'd arrived back in Remnant — back home — the sun had been beating down violently, and for some reason the sight of everyone, a little worse for the wear but still alive, had made her angry.
She'd pushed the thought back down and it vanished as though it was nothing as soon as she shook the Ever After from her skin and Nora shouted "Group hug!" but it's back now, and all she wants is for it to go away.
She misses Penny. Penny wouldn't know what to do but she'd say something cute and silly and it'd make the anger look ridiculous.
Sand crunches behind her, and Ruby looks up to see Emerald, an awkward little smile on her face. Emerald waves and Ruby waves back. She can't bring herself to return the smile, and she hopes it's dark enough Emerald can't tell.
Emerald settles on the sand next to her, and Ruby looks over at her face. It's surprisingly serious, has been ever since Ruby came home.
"We really thought you were gone," Emerald says. It sounds different in her voice, like she still thinks it might be true.
Part of me is gone, Ruby thinks, and she can taste tea on her tongue.
"Well, I'm not," she says instead. "None of us are. We're all okay and home safe, and everything's going to be okay!"
It sounds embarrassingly desperate, and she immediately wishes she hadn't replied at all.
"Really," Emerald replies, a bite to the sarcasm Ruby remembers from a million years ago. Emerald was mean. Ruby had forgotten. How did she forget?
"Yes," Ruby says, "really."
Emerald leans back on her arms, the long parts of her hair almost brushing the sand. Even though Ruby doesn't want to admit it, Emerald looks really pretty like this. She was pretty at Beacon too, confident and cruel and a little bit mysterious.
I'm staring, Ruby realizes, and she looks away, back up at the stars. Out here, they're almost as clear as they are at home, but she doesn't recognize a single one.
Emerald takes a deep breath. "Ruby. I'm..." Her voice trails off.
Ruby wants to look at her face, but she makes herself look at the moon instead. At least that hasn't changed.
"I lost... someone," Emerald says, "someone I... really trusted. And then. You guys were just... gone. For real, not just somewhere else."
Ruby bites her lip.
"It sucked. Being alone." Emerald makes a choked noise. "I'm trying to, um, tell the truth. More than I used to. Somebody who was nice to me would have... really, really liked that, I think."
Ruby's hand moves over the sand. Emerald's is dry and cold but when Ruby laces their fingers together, her grip is so tight it hurts.
"I should... be more honest, too," Ruby says. "We — I — learned a lot while we were gone. And I think what I learned is... I need to ask other people for help, sometimes."
When she looks over at Emerald this time, all she can focus on are Emerald's eyes. It feels like she's drowning in the red.
"Me too," Emerald says, and this time her smile doesn't look like it's forced.
PROMPT: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 03:13 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-12 11:06 am (UTC)Ship: Ruby Rose/Emerald Sustrai
Warnings: N/A
"That was ridiculous," Emerald says, as she and Ruby attempt to catch their breath in an abandoned stall. The Vytal Festival is still, somehow, in swing around them, but it's almost too easy for Emerald to ignore the cheerful noise in favor of looking at the grin on Team RWBY's leader's face.
"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Ruby replies. "And, c'mon, the Shopkeep was just asking to get pranked."
"Suuuuure," Emerald draws out the word, "and someone from a team that doesn't even go to your school was asking to get drawn into your shenanigans too?"
"Yep!" Ruby grins. "It's nice to see you again, partner in crime!"
"It's... nice to see you again, too," Emerald says.
"So how's your team doing? I saw Mercury looking for you!"
Emerald makes a face. Mercury is going to be such a pain in the ass about her ditching him later, and it's not even her fault.
"It's okay," Ruby says, "we can totally hide out here if you want. I get the pre-fight jitters too."
Maybe this won't be a total wash.
"So are you going to fight in the doubles round?"
Ruby holds her hands up in front of her face. "No-no-no! We, uh, did a vote and it's Yang and Weiss! They're gonna do Team RWBY proud! Er, even if Blake and I are on the sidelines..."
Emerald barely holds back a sigh of relief. Maybe the next few rounds will be fun. She's tired of boring fights.
"Well," Emerald says, "I'm looking forward to our match against your... friends."
She's already looking for a way out of the stall when Ruby grabs her arm. It's all Emerald can do to keep herself from recoiling.
"Good luck, Emerald!" Ruby says, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:14 pm (UTC)From the Tokimeki Memorial series: on graduation day, the love of your life will confess their feelings for you beneath the big tree in the school courtyard, which will bless the two of you will eternal happiness. Or so the rumours go, at least.
FILL: TEAM DELTARUNE
Date: 2026-05-10 09:26 pm (UTC)Fandom: Deltarune Pairing: Kris Dreemurr x Susie x Noelle Holiday Content warnings: Mentioned past character death
Finally, finally, Noelle had managed to slip away from her mother. Doing anything unnoticed was a tall ask on any day--even with her mother being busy with mayoral duties, word about Noelle's happenings seemed to spread like wildfire--but especially today, on her graduation day. In a few short months she would be going to the big city for college, living out the dreams she had held since she was a young fawn whose sister had promised she would take Elly, some day, to a city with shining lights and bustling streets.
But today, Noelle Holiday was on a mission. Everyone knew the old rumors about the tree in the courtyard: that on graduation day, when two lovers confessed under that old cherry tree, the only one that bore blossoms in all of Hometown, they would be blessed with eternal happiness as a couple. She wasn't sure how much she believed that rumor, really; fate had a funny way of tearing down 'eternal happiness', between the loss of her father just a year ago and the bitter divorce Kris's parents went through back when they were still young, right after Dess disappeared.
...She still remembered hearing from the older kids in town, how Asriel was planning to confess to her sister at graduation. There were no love confessions under the old tree, that year. But this year was going to be different. Her heart was still beating out of her chest even after sitting through Berdly's hour-long valedictorian remarks, all because of the letter she'd found, crammed messily halfway into her locker.
"Meet us at the tree after graduashon," was all it had read, in handwriting that may as well have been chicken scratch (or, well, maybe not chicken scratch; Berdly's handwriting was much better).
There was only one person who could've written a letter like that, and she sighed dreamily just imagining her penning it: Susie. Susie, who she'd eyed since the day she transferred in, who'd spared only Noelle from her bitter mean streak. Maybe it was wrong of her to feel that way about somebody who'd shoved her childhood friend into a locker, but funnily enough, after that day, Susie and Kris had become the best of friends. After they'd... disappeared into the school's supply closet for several hours.
She tried not to think too much about what that might've meant. She'd asked the two of them, once, but the only response they gave was that they were 'committing crimes'.
Really, everything had changed from that day on. Susie had lost her edge in the last year or so, something Noelle didn't want to admit she bemoaned a little bit. And Kris had started spending time around Noelle for more than just homework help, after they'd stopped so many years ago. They'd even started playing the piano in her house, again, filling the frigid house with the sort of warmth it'd lacked since her father was hospitalized.
But Susie, oh Susie!!! Even if Noelle's mom forbade her from coming over, the two of them had spent so much time together over the past year or so, playing Dragon Blazers in the library, eating greasy, cold, Ice-E's P"e"zza, and even cheering on Noelle at her track and field meets. They'd even gone to the Sadie Hawkman dance together!! Well. Not really together, since the teachers strictly forbade bringing along a date. But they were in the same space!! Sharing the same punch bowl and dancing three feet apart, as the rules mandated!! Kris was there, too, wearing a hand-me-down suit that was a good few sizes too big for them. It was nostalgic, in a way, having them there; they'd promised each other many years ago that they'd go to the dance together, like their siblings did. Things had changed, and maybe they'd never be quite the same anymore, but maybe not quite the same wasn't bad. It had brought Susie along, after all.
And now!! She was meeting Susie!! Under the courtyard's tree!!! Noelle had prayed for many things in her life before, but now, more than ever, she was praying and praying to the Angel for everything to go smoothly, repeating the words under her breath over and over again as she turned the corner to the courtyard. There Susie was, wearing a graduation suit that had seen its fair share of dirt and mud, and... there was Kris, leaned up close against her, whispering.
She nearly turned around on the spot, then--Susie had gotten the wrong locker, after all. It made sense, really, that she'd want to confess to her best friend. What was Noelle thinking, believing that Susie would choose her over her bond with Kris? The two of them did everything together; they had sleepovers together, did all their projects together, and still, to this day, disappeared into the supply closet together, after class ended. She'd heard the rumors about them, but still dismissed them, because she thought she was above that somehow. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Still, they were her two closest friends, now, and if they were together... she might as well congratulate them, she figured. So Noelle stepped forward, her stomach twisted.
"Um, hi, Susie, I, um... I think you put this in my locker, by mistake?" She held up the crumpled letter, crumpled even tighter in her grasp.
Susie's expression as she turned to look at Noelle, was... unreadable, maybe, but certainly not good, somewhere between surprise and upset. "Oh, shit, Noelle, you're here. I didn't know if you were gonna make it or not, but... if you don't want to, you can just... tell us."
Huh? What? "Don't... want to?"
"Go out. With, uh, me and Kris... I mean, pssh, nevermind, this was a dumb idea. Who cares about some stupid tree, anyway." Susie kicked the dirt at her feet, collecting more on her trailing suit pants.
"Huh? Huh? Huh? What?" Go out??? With Susie and Kris??? Was she hearing things?? What?? "But I thought... you're here with Kris?? So aren't you two...?"
"I mean, if it's a problem with you, then, uh... yeah, kind of, but, like... I, uh, really like you too, y'know? And, uh, so does..."
Kris delivered a swift kick to Susie's ankle, cutting her off, before trailing their own foot in the dirt, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.
"Um?? Kris?? Do you actually... want to go out? I mean, I'm not against it!! We always talked about that when we were little kids, I just thought, um... that you weren't interested, anymore?"
Noelle's face was burning, at this point. It was rare that she flushed so much that it was visible through her fur, but at this rate, it felt more impossible that her entire face wasn't bright red. And Kris... well, they looked like a tomato, fahaha. It was cute, but she was pretty sure saying that would get her kicked in the ankle instead.
"'m... not not interested," Kris mumbled.
"Speak UP, dumbass!" Susie pushed them forward, landing Kris flat on their face in front of Noelle. Without a thought, she knelt down to grab her oldest friend's hand and pick them up as they stumbled to their feet.
"...mmph," they grumbled, grabbing tight to Noelle's hand, "...fine. I... I like you, 'kay? I kinda... figured you knew, and didn't feel the same, 's all... since I always liked you, Elly."
For a single moment, Noelle could see Kris's eyes through their mop of hair; their crimson eyes had always felt like they'd burned through Noelle and seen to her core, ever since they were kids. But maybe she was mistaken, to think Kris always knew exactly how she had felt.
"No, no, Kris, I... I felt the same! That you knew I liked you, and... just, started avoiding me..." Ahh, why were there tears pricking at her eyes? Was it the fact that they could've been close so long ago, if they had just spoken? If Dess hadn't...?
"Um, Kris, was this about... about Dess? I just always thought... you only wanted to hang out with her, and not me, fahaha... but, um, I know... you... know it wasn't your fault, right?"
No matter how much she tried to peer into their face this time, though, Kris's expression was completely hidden. Gosh, all of this, because of... No, there was no use in reliving it now. Instead, Noelle took Kris into a hug, enveloping them in the same way she wished she had years and years ago.
"Dess... she wouldn't have wanted you to stop spending time with me, you know. She... she was kinda mean, but she liked you in her own way, y'know? She'd always ask when our wedding was, fahaha."
There was no response other than the shaking of Kris's body, and the bulk of Susie's being added onto the hug.
"Hey, we're not having a group hug without me, right???" Susie wrapped her arms tightly around the both of them, settling her snout atop Kris's head like a weight and letting out a huff. Susie... hugging Noelle... and Kris, too. Angel, she could die right now and be happy. She really couldn't blame Kris for feeling the same, and besides, she'd never had a pit in her stomach at imagining the two of them together unless it was without her. Then...
"I love you guys," Noelle sighed, contented.
"Love you dumbasses too," Susie echoed, picking them both up and spinning them in the air until, finally, Kris snickered from in between the two of them.
Maybe there was something to all of this 'eternal happiness' business, Noelle thought, and maybe, just maybe, they'd be this happy forever.
PROMPT: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-10 03:15 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2026-05-10 10:36 pm (UTC)ship: winter/cinder
ran out of time to turn it into a full thing but was struck by a powerful vision
-
“I can’t believe you made us fucking stay in the guest room--”
“Relax,” Cinder says, throwing up her hands, “you’ll offer to sleep on the floor. It’ll be fine.”
“I—” Winter pauses, face flushed. “I. Was planning on it, yes.”
“After you’d yelled at me.”
“After I’d yelled at you.”
-
Cinder can’t fall asleep with someone else in the room. She lies awake for most of the night, facing the wall so she doesn’t have to look at Winter’s stupid face, listening to the sound of her breathing.
Well. It’s her fault she’s in this situation in the first place. Winter’s fault for being stupid and the obvious choice, but Cinder’s fault for specifically walking them directly into Robyn Hill’s house and expecting her not to offer them one guest room. And now she’s stuck with this. So. That’s awesome.
At some point around four in the morning, Winter’s slow even breaths pause. Cinder freezes for a moment, wondering if she decided to be useful and die in her sleep, then realises—she’s awake. At four in the goddamn morning.
“Cinder. Are you awake?”
Cinder throws a pillow at her head without turning it around. Winter throws it back. Then, without a word, she gets up and crawls directly into bed next to her.
Cinder goes still. What the fuck, she thinks, and, more desperately, oh my god absolutely do not try to hold me—
Winter’s arms slip around her waist. “Goodnight,” she mumbles against Cinder’s shoulder blade, “I missed you.”
God. They haven’t slept like this since they were teenagers. Cinder’s heart feels like it’s about to beat out of her chest.
-
She falls asleep almost immediately after that, with the soft sound of Winter’s breathing in her ear.
FILL: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-10 03:18 pm (UTC)Cloned without your permission
Fandom: Gundam (Gwitch x ZZ)
Pairing: Ericht Samaya x Ple Two
Content Warnings: spoilers for both Gwitch and ZZ, past character death
"I didn't know she was doing that, I didn't want my sister to get hurt like that," Ericht's voice is quiet, quieter than it's ever been. "I didn't ask Mom to make more of me, so why…!"
"People who do things like that don't ask," the orange haired girl still won't look at her. "We don't get a choice. You to die with you, me to live without my origin."
"So you're a clone," Ericht says. "Like Suletta."
"I don't even have my own name," she pauses for a long time. "Master didn't care about things like that."
"So what am I supposed to call you?"
"Ple Two," she says. "Because I was the first clone, the second Ple."
Floating in the nothing, or maybe floating in what can only be described as a place only for Newtypes, Ericht frowns. She didn't ask Mom to make more of her, but Ple Two didn't ask to be made. So Suletta didn't, either, right?
She pushes off the nothing to hug Ple Two from behind. The girl stiffens, but Ericht doesn't let go. Not for a second.
"Neither of us wanted this," she says. "But we're here now, and have to deal with it. Right?"
"Right," Ple Two places a hand over her arm. "And make it right. Don't let Suletta end up like Ple. Don't let her die to try and stop you."
Ericht tightens her grip on Ple Two and doesn't say a word.
"You couldn't stop your mother from making her," she says. "But you can protect her right to be her own person!"
"I don't know," Ericht admits. "I'm scared."
"You don't have to be, you're not alone," Ple Two squeezes her arm. "You're strong, like a big sister should be."
Ericht clings in silence, because what can she say? She knows Ple Two is right. She didn't choose for Suletta to be here, but that doesn't change she's here. Doesn't change she deserves a chance.
She'll have to do her best, because that's what Ple Two wants, right?
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:20 pm (UTC)"To be blunt, I fell in love with you! As if the very stars had fallen, it was love at first sight!"
FILL: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-11 06:47 pm (UTC)Pairing: Quess x Mineva
Mineva couldn't stare at it anymore, the model of her old home. Where she parroted so many terrible things with the only excuse being her youth. One giant hunk of rock, an asteroid carved to be a symbol, a desperate people fed their rage and anger again and again. And here was a man doing it to himself again, buying it under the pretense of saving lives, all while his intent betrayed him.
Not that any of the adults who stared at his gold would listen to her. All their avarice was clear, even without having to reach out her senses. They whispered of welfare programs, but Mineva knew where it'd go. Their pockets, contracts for the military.
It made Mineva sick. All of them. She'd spent the six years since Axis unlearning what was drilled into her, it was difficult and wrenched apart everything stable in her life. But it made her feel like a person instead of a tool. And this person was leaving. Out onto the balcony, looking towards the green fields of Londoneion, towards the river and trees all painstakingly placed down to preserve an Earth that was long gone. In part because of that model in there.
And down below there was a girl in a black and white dress, her head raised in laughter and with teal hair streaming backwards in the wind. Mineva was captivated by the energy as she grabbe the roll bar of a buggy and hauled herself on top, leg extended for balance as she teased the boy with her. Amuro walked by them, lining up with the driver's seat while he figured out if he should tell that girl to get down.
If someone asked Mineva why she jumped to the bushes below, she'd say it's because Amuro believed her.
If she told the truth it'd be because that teal haired girl, something about her called to her renewed personhood. Because she was thrilled to experience life, ready to share it, experience it. Even as she locked hateful eyes on the guards chasing Mineva as she ran for the truck. "Leave her alone! Let her take a walk!"
Mineva didn't even get a chance to ask to be pulled in before that girl hooked her legs on the bar to reach out the extra distance, a hand outstretched with starry fingernails. She caught Mineva's outstretched hand and pulled as Amuro sped away. "Hey! Great jump and running from those chumps! You're amazing."
"Says the girl who can drag me into a buggy while hanging upside down." Mineva couldn't help looking up at the girl, her bright smile as she kept on hanging upside down. Even while Amuro drove like the devil he was and the other boy hung on for dear life. "I am Mineva Zabi and you?"
"Quess Paraya and you're a lot prettier than I imagined when I felt you in there." Quess grumbled as Amuro slapped the bar, her legs unhooking to fall into the seat right next to Mineva. Their faces burned as they hooked hands. "Like the stars themselves swirled around you, said I had to know you."
"Is that so? It was like they said I should trust you."
PROMPT: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-10 03:23 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-11 12:51 am (UTC)Pairing: Miorine Rembran x Norea Du Noc
Content Warnings: spoilers for Gwitch
"Snapdragons," Norea runs a finger across one of the flowers, and Miorine stiffens. "Do you like the flower?"
"My mother did," she replies, arms crossed. "...I don't remember giving you permission to enter my greenhouse, though."
Norea looks at her through half-lidded eyes, fingers still dancing across the petals. White to pink to purple. Miorine watches them a bit too closely; mesmerized by the gentle touch she didn't expect from a pilot like Norea.
"You didn't," Norea says. "I let myself in."
"You did," Miorine stiffens her shoulders a bit. The same power needed to deal with that shitty father of hers, and the men around her.
As if Norea were anything like them. As if she didn't have a strength they could only dream of having. But then again, she was just as untrustworthy as the rest of them. She still doesn't trust the new Earth House student as far as she can throw her.
Which, all things considered, isn't very far.
"Do you mind?" Norea asks, as if she actually cares. "It seems like a good place to get sketch ideas."
"Sketch..." She blinks. "You draw?"
"From time to time," Norea replies. "Why? Are you interested?"
"Not at all!" Miorine crosses her arms and looks away. "No more interested than you are in my plants."
"Understood," Norea says.
Miorine can't help but feel like maybe, just maybe, she really does understand.
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:23 pm (UTC)"The days I spent with you... I loved them all. To be with someone. To be close to someone. That was so wonderful..."
FILL: TEAM ANIMANGA
Date: 2026-05-10 07:21 pm (UTC)Fill written by marichild on tumblr!
Fandom: Link Click
Pairing: Lin Zhen/Yu Xia
Even in the morning after Yu Xia comes back, Lin Zhen’s heart still hasn’t settled down one bit. Sure, it beats along at a perfectly normal pace, but something—something won’t settle. She names it anxiety, and quietly listens to the sound of Yu Xia’s breathing, curled up in her bed. Lin Zhen’s. Lin Zhen herself sits on the edge of it, vaguely dizzy at having woken up next to her.
It’s not anything they haven’t done before. In college, it wasn’t uncommon to fall asleep in the same bed, staying up far later than was advisable, just—talking. That, Lin Zhen realizes with a pang, is what she’d missed the most. The days when she and Yu Xia could just talk, talk about anything and everything, dreams passed between them, colored with a childish hope and joyousness, made all the more precious for the moment those dreams did come true.
“I know you’re awake,” she says aloud. “Do you…?”
“Do I what?” Yu Xia asks. Her suit is all wrinkled from sleep, her hair a mess. She would hate being seen by anyone else like this—there’s self-consciousness, in the way she sits up and attempts to straighten it all out, but Lin Zhen looks at her, and—she stops, embarrassed, or perhaps just realizing that there are more important things to be said here.
“Is there anything else you wanted to say?” Lin Zhen asks. She’s long since mastered the art of steeling her heart and voice to be direct with Yu Xia, and hates how it works. She wishes it’d be—easier than this. But then, she chose to walk away for a reason, and would be half-convinced that Yu Xia running back to her is a dream, if not for the very sight before her right now.
“I’ve apologized so much already,” Yu Xia’s mouth quirks, even as guilt swims in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Lin Zhen. It was me who lost sight of everything.” Lin Zhen missed her so, so much. “I’m sorry it took me so long to recognize that.”
Lin Zhen says, “what’s all this?” and laughs. “You apologized yesterday. Fool.”
Thing is, Lin Zhen could be cruel, she truly could be. She could tell Yu Xia that apologies aren’t enough for the years they spent apart even living together, that apologies don’t cut what she’d done to their dream even if she comes back running. It’d be justified, she thinks. But, really—
She couldn’t bear to do that. She’s missed Yu Xia so, so much, and that was why she stepped away and left. If Yu Xia has come back, then what reason is there to tell her to go away? What reason is there to not embrace and tell her she loves her? It slips out of her mouth, unbidden and unplanned, and Yu Xia’s widened eyes, the laugh she lets out, it’s all worth it.
“Lin Zhen,” she says, shuffling closer, swinging her legs off the bed to sit pressed right against Lin Zhen, shoulder-to-shoulder, “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you a lot. I’m sorry I ruined it all. I was… so cruel, and selfish, and…” she sighs. “Well. You get the point.”
“I do.” Lin Zhen turns her head to look at her. “But—”
“The days I spent with you... I loved them all,” Yu Xia says. “To be with someone. To be close to someone. To be close to you. That was so wonderful, and I. I hope I can make up for it.”
“Now’s a good time as any,” Lin Zhen says, and she cannot help but throw her arms around Yu Xia. They are both shaped differently now than they were teenagers, worn down by time and age, exhausted by how life insists on battering one down. Yet, somehow, they’ve held on strong, made it all the way here, in the end.
“Welcome home, Yu Xia,” she says, trying her best to not sound as choked up as she is. She’s so happy she could cry with it. She’s giddy with it. “Welcome home.”
Yu Xia makes a sound, caught somewhere between joy and relief. Lin Zhen has never been happier to hear such a laugh.
FILL: Team RWBY
From:FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
From:PROMPT: TEAM DELTARUNE
Date: 2026-05-10 03:23 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2026-05-12 11:43 am (UTC)Ship: Lukasz | Eden Blake/Original Eden Blake
Warnings: gender dysphoria, grief, identity issues
There's a dress in the attic of Eden's home. It's pure white — maiden-white, thinks the part of Eden that's much older than she looks — and the fabric is surprisingly soft in her hands.
Even if she didn't have the memories of the other Eden (the first Eden, the one she loved and lost) it'd be easy to guess what this is: the wedding dress she wore for her first doomed marriage, used once and then packed away.
Evie would love it, is Eden's first thought, and then, I wish the two of us could have gotten married for real.
The two of us — her and Eden, Eden and her, from that short period where they could touch and embrace each other. It had all gone wrong so quickly, and it's obvious now why the original Eden knew they were doomed from the beginning.
But... Eden closes her eyes and imagines it. Coming home — and part of her feels suddenly, distinctly repulsed by the male body she'd worn then, so in this fantasy instead her body fits her just as much as the one she wears now — introducing herself to the kids, for real, not as the impostor taking the place of their mother but as an equal partner in their mother's life, kneeling and sliding a shining band around her lover's finger, walking down the aisle together.
Which of them would wear the dress? Could they both? Would the woman she loves, the second ever love of her life, even want to reuse a dress from a failed marriage?
Eden holds the dress to her chest. Sometimes she wishes she could ask the other Eden for advice. Sometimes she misses the feeling of sleeping with someone in the bed next to her, or being able to get away from the kids without knowing how much they depend on her and her alone. Mostly she misses the woman whose shoes she's trying to fill.
PROMPT: TEAM ANIMANGA
Date: 2026-05-10 03:33 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM STAR TREK
Date: 2026-05-11 12:14 am (UTC)Pairing: Lura Thok/Jett Reno
Word Count: 431
“What—“ Lura enunciated in that slow, sharp way she used when catching a student skipping class, like her words were a dagger she wanted to drive into their side, “— do you think you’re wearing?”
Jett hummed as if she was thinking deeply about it, then raised a finger in revelation. “Trick question. Clothes.”
“Now is not the time for your endearing antics,” Lura spat, rounding the couch to enter Jett’s field of vision. As she did, for the first time in Jett’s life, she felt self conscious about her plain way of dressing.
Lura was wearing an evening gown with a slit all the way up her thigh, revealing flashes of thick muscle wrapped in icy blue scales. The dress itself was a green so dark it seemed black when the light didn’t catch it; but when it did, it shimmered like a distant sea of stars. Tracing a neckline respectfully fighting the urge to plunge was a plume of cream colored fur, so plentiful it grazed against the dangling silver jewelry that hung from her crested head, like a tiara and earrings rolled into a single delicate design. Her long hair was tied back in a braid. Something that sparkled painted her cheeks a brighter blue, and her lips were stained a deep berry red.
Jett was overcome with the beauty of her wife, and the sudden shame of her tee shirt with a crudely printed graphic of a tuxedo.
“You are the most gorgeous and fearsome woman in the universe, and I am beyond lucky to have you in my life,” Jett spoke with caution, “and I did not realize you were actually interested in the gala tonight.”
Lura stood still at the base of the couch, like the statue of a goddess who you’d be thankful to be smote by. “I take my position in the school very seriously. That includes my appearances at events. I would expect nothing less from the woman I have chosen to share my life with.”
“Will, uh,” Jett stood, wiping chip crumbs from her lap and keeping a safe distance from her incensed darling, “will my dress uniform suffice, or should I go digging for that tan jacket I wore to that wedding on Tellar Prime?”
Lura stared her down. Jett remembered reading that there were once rumors of Vorta having psychic abilities that could strike you dead where you stood. She wondered if those rumors should be attributed to the Jem’Hadar. Through bared teeth, Lura said “surprise me.”
Jett scrambled off to appease her wife who was not fond of surprises.
FILL: TEAM GENSHIN
From:FILL: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
From:FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
From:PROMPT: TEAM PERSONA
Date: 2026-05-10 03:33 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:34 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:36 pm (UTC)Sample lyrics:
FILL: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-11 07:34 am (UTC)Pairing: Stelle/Kafka
Fill posted to the NSFW Discord thread
PROMPT: TEAM VIDEO GAMES
Date: 2026-05-10 03:38 pm (UTC)