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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!
FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G
The first time Tooru dreams of him he sees the boy standing in the middle of bushes and bushes of hydrangeas.
It’s raining, it’s wet, and neither he nor Tooru are holding umbrellas which is just as well: this is just a dream, after all. Anything and everything can happen— all at the same time.
He doesn’t know why he bothers, but he sighs and calls out anyway: “Why are you just stuck there? It’s raining, isn’t it?”
(He chalks this up to curiosity, really. Otherwise, he’ll never be able to explain the sudden urge to grab the kid’s attention.)
The boy jerks and lifts his head up, only to stare wonderingly at Tooru, and Tooru frowns. He doesn’t like the way the boy’s wet fringe clings to his forehead like some sodden black beanie; it makes him think of wet puppies, and a stranger his subconscious randomly conjured up is anything but cute.
(Stranger-kun isn’t even real.)
The rain falls harder, forceful enough that the droplets actually hurt when they hit his skin. Tooru clicks his tongue, pulls the marine blue-white jacket he’s got on off and holds it above his head. The characters on its back read Kitagawa Daiichi which is all kinds of weird because that’s the name of the middle school he wants to go to next year.
Tooru chooses to ignore all that for now and shoots a quick glance at the other boy to see how he’s faring.
He hasn’t even budged from the bushes. All he does is blink anxiously at Tooru— again, like a puppy— and points towards the hydrangeas around him.
“What colour are they?,” softly he asks.
Tooru blinks, opening his mouth to answer. “They’re—“
But, then, everything upends; the bushes, the flowers, the rain, the boy slopes away from Tooru and all he can see now is his drop into nothingness: it is long and dreary, he wishes the ground would come sooner—
And that’s when Tooru wakes up.
(When he looks outside his room window, it’s raining too.)
*
The next time the boy appears in his dreams it is exactly a year later.
It is still raining, the hydrangeas are still there, and the boy still looks like a lonely wet puppy.
Tooru still sighs at the sight of him.
The boy is the first to break the silence this time. He inclines his head and says in greeting, “Oikawa-san.”
A rush of shock, colder than the rain upon them, washes over Tooru before he reminds himself that it’s just a dream.
(It doesn’t stop him from involuntarily taking a step back though.)
“I thought you’d at least have an umbrella with you,” Tooru huffs. “But I see history likes to repeat itself.”
The other tilts his head at that, as if he’s confused by Tooru’s words but then he shakes his head. “You’re as confusing as always, Oikawa-san.”
Tooru blinks before squawking back, “You’re the confusing one here, you brat! Nobody just stands there under this—“
He cuts himself off because why on earth is he yelling at someone who’s just a figment of his dreams?
When he looks over again, the boy is bending down to pick a hydrangea , cradling it in his palms like he’s carrying a handful of water. His eyes lock onto Tooru’s.
“What colour is it?”
Tooru falters. “It’s…it’s blue.”
“Forgiveness or regrets, then.” The boy sighs heavily, squaring his shoulders before speaking again, louder. “You don’t know me yet, but I’m sorry,” he bites his bottom lip, “for the times we don’t get along.”
“What do you mean—“
“And I regret that we’ll both get upset at each other soon, but I’ll never regret looking up to you in the first place, Oikawa-san!”
The boy sounds so determined as he yells that and Tooru wants to know why but instead he’s drawn to how the flowers he’s holding melt into sapphire goo. It leaks, dripping onto the other bushes, staining green into blue black, and—
Tooru’s eyes fly open.
(As he leaves for school that morning, he overhears a conversation between a neighbour and Okaa-san at the main door: ah, it’s raining almost every day again, the hydrangeas are back in season, aren’t they?)
(Tooru slides the door shut.)
*
The third time this happens Tooru’s a second year at Kitagawa Daiichi and the first years will enrol into clubs the very next day.
Everything’s still too brief for him to make any sense of: there’s the boy and his flowers, questions, and rain puddles, but this time.
This time the hydrangeas are purple.
(Let’s understand each other better, Oikawa-san.)
There are only two things that remain the most vivid to Tooru in the morning and they are:
a) umbrellas apparently don’t exist in his dreams
b) the boy has an awful bowl-cut and, of all things, an even more awful smile
*
Iwaizumi nudges his hip later at practice later that day. “What’s up?”
Tooru wrinkles his nose a bit, carefully replying, “Just bad dreams again, Iwa-chan.”
His friend slaps him on the back hard; Tooru unintentionally jerks forward. “Well, get yourself together before the first years come in, idiot.”
As if on cue, a chorus of please excuse me! pipes up and new members start filling the gym like tiny ants in a mound.
A quick round of introductions begins; he listens and files away as much as he knows of them in some corner of his mind until someone with an all too familiar bowl-cut and voice comes forward.
“Kageyama Tobio, first year in Class 1-3! I used to play volleyball in elementary school, and…I like milk drinks. Please look after me.”
The first year’s gaze snaps towards Tooru when he makes a choked noise, and before he can even really stop himself, Tooru shouts: “Don’t come over here!”
That earns him a whack on his head from Iwaizumi and some stern words from the remaining third years on the team, but this boy— Kageyama?— doesn’t seem to know anything about Tooru.
Not one thing.
(Why is it that dreams feel so real when in truth, they aren’t at all?)
The boy follows after him like –Tooru wants to laugh yet cry— an eager puppy, though, after he sees Tooru playing a few turns, and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.
*
A year later, Tooru still doesn’t know how to feel about Kageyama Tobio, and when he yells the same thing at the younger boy, he really means what he says.
For now.
(Blue black hydrangeas stay at the back of his mind, a soft reminder of a moment when they were once purple while the rain never stopped.)
sadness plus tenderness is peace
peace plus pain is anger
anger plus warmth is tears
tears plus tears means nothing’s left.
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G
“Forgiveness or regrets, then.” The boy sighs heavily, squaring his shoulders before speaking again, louder. “You don’t know me yet, but I’m sorry,” he bites his bottom lip, “for the times we don’t get along.”
This spoke to me ;___;
And the transition in colour and meaning - I really like the reveal at the end, where Oikawa was curious, first, but that's changed D: And the dual interpretation of blue hydrangeas is sdjfalfk like, they could go so many different places from there, eventually. But not now >.