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girlsfest2025-02-03 05:59 pm
Round 1: Quotes
Each prompt should be centered around words that have already been said.
Possibilities include a quote of any kind:
- Existing works (books, poetry, TV shows, movie scripts, video game scripts, song lyrics, articles)
- Speech (celebrity, netizen, anonymous)
- Anything else that fits!
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RULES
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CONTENT
Prompts and fills have to center around K-pop girl group member(s). This includes:
- All active and former girl group members
- Female soloists
- Female members in co-ed groups
- Any female idol or trainee affiliated with K-pop (e.g., GP999 contestants, AKB48 members who featured in Produce48)
- Slash, gen, het, and trans works are all accepted as long as they involve at least one girl group member
PROMPTING
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Prompt:
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Tags: sports au
Prompt:
Though, I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing
For forever
Loathing
Truly, deeply loathing you
My whole life long
— What is this Feeling, Wicked
FILLING
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Characters/Ship: lesserafim sakura/lee chaeyeon
Tags: post-produce48, canon compliant
Permission to Remix: Please ask
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Content of fill here...
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REMIXES
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[FILL] live, laugh, kill
(Anonymous) 2025-02-09 09:54 am (UTC)(link)Tags: zombie au, moral ambiguity, jihyo slaughtering man and zombie to get to her girl
Permission to Remix: Yes
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In the future she had originally envisioned for herself, before d-day had people crawling up from six feet in the ground, never had Sejeong been a blimp within sight. The girl who existed in her peripheral vision, a social butterfly with so many facets, it’s only obvious now that none of them were her but a construct she built, until the persona she wore was everything and nothing at once.
Sejeong was nothing to her in her life before. But now - now Sejeong was everything to her.
There is a satisfying crunch that comes with breaking bones. The more you hear it the easier it becomes to define the density of the bone that was broken. But when you’re the one doing the breaking, it comes with an additive. There is something addicting to the vibration, the power, one feels that comes with breaking bones beneath their own hands.
It festers in her, with every person she mows down, it grows larger and larger until it’s like it’s wearing her as a second skin. An abomination amongst abominations.
Placing her foot right next to her bat for leverage, she pushes her weight down as she yanks up, dislodging her heavily adorned metal bat from a mangled leg.
“So,” she huffs, trying to regain her breath, pushing her overgrown bangs from her eyes. She pins a note in her mind to ask Sejeong for a haircut.
“Shall we try this again?”
Too stuck in her own head, she almost disregarded the scream that came from the woman under her foot until a watery voice sobs out, “I don’t know.”
She clicks against the back of her teeth, sliding her foot slightly to the right until the heel of her boot lodges snugly into the crevice her bat oh so nicely made.
“Now, we both know how much I hate liars,” her tone is thick of condescending disappointment, as if she was directing this towards a child.
Cocking her head to the side, there’s a demented glee that overcomes her when blatant terror washes over the woman’s face, glancing at who she can only assume were once her friends and comrades. Crumpled figures, more worse off than some of the oldest living dead now walking the streets with them, once she was done tearing through them for answers.
Answers that she was still not receiving.
Pushing her heel down, she easily grabs the woman’s attention once more.
“Where is she?”
“I promise you, I do not know! I’m not part of that faction! I don’t deal with outsiders.”
In those words is a clue, she just knows it. When she first busted into this little commune that she tracked down, she didn’t know what to expect. At her highest of hopes, to see Sejeong right there upon arrival, ready to be whisked away. But she was now double digits in her kill count for this day and location alone, the blood smeared along her skin and clothing tacky and getting a little rancid.
She was losing her patience.
“How about I rephrase it then - Where are they?”
Something glints in the woman’s eyes and she thinks bingo. Impatience upon her and the knowledge of being one step closer to Sejeong has her lifting her leg, knee high up to her chest before she stamps it back down. And there it is - the crunch, the vibration, the power. She can hear it, feel it, see it, and when the woman wails at her as the heel of her boot is now planted firmly on the ground, wedged between the now two parts of her leg, she breathes in through her mouth and it’s almost like she could taste the agony she evoked too.
Crouching down, she palms at the woman’s clammy face, the shadow of affection. “Hey, hey, hey,” she pats on her cheek, trying to gain attention once more as the woman’s eyes stay crossed, eyebrows scrunched and most likely having an out of body experience. This won’t do.
“Where are they?” Her pats become a little more heavy handed until the cheek under her palm is blotted with red polka dots, veins bursting from her slaps.
With a sigh, she straightened back up. Holding the handle of her bat with both fists, she stretches her arms out and twists at her waist, feeling a nice crack in her back, before she recoils, mimicking batting swings.
“Y’know,” she says absentmindedly, bringing her next swing up and down until it hovers just behind her back.
“You’ve got two legs.”
And that’s her only warning before she has the bat arching back over the air, smashing into the woman’s uninjured leg, her decorations of wrapping barbed wire and drilled in nails biting and ripping into flesh.
Placing her foot right next to her bat for leverage, she pushes her weight down as she yanks up, dislodging her heavily adorned metal bat from the mangled leg. “So,” she huffs, trying to regain her breath, pushing her overgrown bangs from her eyes.
She really needs that haircut pronto. She can’t go around painting her face with blood. She also doesn’t think Sejeong would be too happy with the slick back bangs look with dried blood working as gel substitution.
“Shall we try this again?”
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