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Bonus Round 2: Images
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, and/or caps from games.
- Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt official, canon artwork.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA
tags: none, optional body horror or demonic possession in fills maybe?
[STEADY CHANTING] demon summoner AU, demon summoner AU, demon summoner AU!! Please accept my choices in demon summoner, also, I'm perfectly alright with any of these combos being romo, t b h
Fill: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, T
Word count: 1561
((Here, Lira, have this thing that caters to you 110%.))
All things considered, Miyuki isn't expecting this to work. He's done his research, put in the hours and the dedication, but sometimes that isn't enough, sometimes the universe doesn't want teenagers sneaking out in the middle of the night to wait on a crossroads for a demon to hear their call.
But, Miyuki didn't think that was any reason not to try.
He pricks his finger with the blade of a pair of scissors. A drop of blood wells up and he squeezes it to make it bud faster. The drop grows large enough that gravity takes over and pulls it to the road. It lands without a sound, and nothing happens.
There isn't a soul in sight, this shopping district was abandoned years ago. A few stragglers, too poor or too attached to leave, keep the area ticking over but signs of neglect are littered everywhere — bolts on the ground where vending machines once stood, windows boarded up under signs with peeling calligraphy so worn Miyuki can only take guesses on what the shops once sold.
Miyuki followed his gut when choosing this spot for the ritual. He worked out several places with enough power flowing through them that, if it was going to work, it would work, but this one had felt right. This one had felt like it was made for the task. But, he thinks and sighs inwardly, whatever feeling he had about the spot hasn't brought what he asked for to him.
He slumps to the ground, his trousers can handle the dirt, and lets his head fall back on his shoulders so he's staring at the sky. The light from the city hides the stars and it's a new moon tonight so Miyuki doesn't search for it behind the soft clouds that inch their way above him in the wind.
"Miyuki Kazuya?" asks a rich, controlled voice.
Miyuki's head snaps up and he twists in search of the speaker.
She moves her pen in a flick over a piece of paper pinned to a clipboard.
"Miyuki-san, you have business with me today?"
"Uh," he replies as his mind scrambles to catch up with the proceedings.
The woman standing before him is precise. Her grey trousers hang in pressed creases, her blouse is tucked into them and hanging in perfect folds at her elbows. It's low cut, but Miyuki can't see any sign of a bra from where he's sitting.
She tucks her pen into the top of her clipboard and holds out her hand to pull him up from the dirt. He catches a glimpse of red lace before he focuses on her face.
She wears glasses but he can't tell what colour they're supposed to be. It could be a trick of the light, but he doubts it.
Twin pairs of horns peek out from her hair, dark black and pointed. The urge to lick them strikes him, and he physically shakes his head to get himself back to business.
"I want a challenge," he says and her eyebrows rise. He licks his lips. "I want to never know whether my team will win or lose until the game is over."
She notes something down on her form, finishing with a firm dot. "You don't want fame or success?"
He shakes his head. Those things will come without him selling his soul to help them along. He wants a challenge more than anything. The taste of victory is never sweeter than when it is just out of reach. "Nah, just the challenge."
"And how would you define 'your team'?" she asks, tapping her pen against the clipboard. It's a ball point, the kind you pick up in a packet of twelve for three hundred yen, but pitch black. He supposed there are some things demons need in order to keep up appearances.
He hesitates. Her question is simple but he hasn't thought about anything close to an answer. Whatever team he's on, whatever team he winds up catching for, through destiny, serendipity or coincidence, if it's his he won't hold back. Here, he supposes he can be honest. With the cost he's giving, there's no room to play the fool and beat around the bush.
"The team that I belong to," he says. Belonging to a set of people isn't a luxury he's been allowed these past three years. He's liked Seidou, and owes the school a lot, but he didn't let himself belong, he didn't want to let it own him like that, not yet.
"I see," says the demon.
When she speaks, Miyuki's eyes are drawn to her mouth. He thinks it's part of her demon nature, like a sweet scent to lure in prey. Honestly, he's surprised he called up a woman for the task when sex is a weapon in play to trap him. But maybe the forces that be know him better than he knows himself.
"And you understand what you must give up to uphold your end of the bargain?"
He nods. "Not much to a soul, right?"
She smiles, but doesn't answer his half question.
She offers him the clipboard. A nearly completed form is pinned to it. "If you agree to the terms of this arrangement, please sign at the cross."
He supposes it's something like a joke that the cross in question is shaped like a 't' and not an 'x'.
He skims the details. Her handwriting is tidy and round, like a school girl's that hasn't matured yet. The contract is written in Japanese but when he's not looking directly at it, he can see Roman and Cyrillic letters along with Korean characters and half a dozen other scripts he can't name. It all seems very standard. One soul for a challenge.
He signs.
There is no change, nothing to tell him he's contracted his soul away, no feeling that he is now separate from the people he never dared to call friends.
She takes the clipboard back and pulls the form off. She rubs her fingers over one corner of it and it ignites. The flames that turn the paper into ash are orange and red and reflect in her glasses.
"Is that all?" he asks. If they're done he needs to get back to sleep so he can be alert for morning practice.
"Not quite," she says, her tone filled with warmth and amusement.
She leans in, and he realises he's taller than her, she reaches up to pull the back of his neck down and press their lips together.
One of her hands finds its way to his stomach and the thought that he should have done more sit-ups flashes though his mind before she's pressing her tongue into his mouth and encouraging him to taste her own.
Their glasses clink together and the spell is broken. His chest is tight and his tingling lips take an easy second in his mind to the nagging feeling of wetness and heat between his legs. He's never been so turned on in his life.
"Come along, Miyuki-san," she says.
He blinks.
"I need to-" he begins.
"Follow me," she finishes for him. He shifts his weight to his other foot, his body must still be distracting him because his mind is having a hard time keeping up with her words. "You need to meet the rest of your team. My name is Rei. I trust we will enjoy working together."
Even as she speaks, he can feel a pressure building between his shoulder blades and his incisors shifting in his mouth.
Oh, he thinks. It's the last human thought he ever has.
Years down the line, or decades, it's hard to know when time passes like a tide that ebbs and flows, he is called to a crossroads and he faces a baseball player, like he was an eternity ago.
"Wow, you're kind of scrawny, aren't you?" he says, putting on the show with his grin to show off his fangs and wings half spread behind him. He flips his collection of forms to the next page. They seem to get more complicated every day and he never bothers to keep them pinned straight to the clipboard. "Tanba-kun, is it?"
Tanba nods, squeezes the baseball in his hand like it's his only comfort in the world.
"Well, Tanba-kun," he says. "What can I do for you today?"
Tanba does his best to straighten up. "I would like to play with friends." He doesn't look at Miyuki as he says it but into the black, moonless sky over his shoulder.
Miyuki's grin stretches to its limit, and then a little bit further. "Sounds like a pretty shitty deal to me, Tanba-kun," he says, mind a hundred steps ahead of his mouth. "But I'll see what we can do."
After they've sealed the contract and Miyuki has wiped his mouth dry with the back of his hand, he links his fingers with Tanba's and tugs him in a random direction.
He gets a confused expression and a stiffened back with his heels dug in, in response. Miyuki's heart hammers in his chest. Tanba's erection is visible through his jeans and Miyuki let's his eyes linger on it, just so Tanba knows that he's seen it.
"What, did you think we were talking about baseball?" Miyuki tugs again. "Come on. We have work to do."