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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, PART 1
(this is my first time writing Daiya n KRMY so forgive me if there are loopholes or OOCness and welcome to this liberties-taken-to-the-max fill. Also wrote this to Daughter's "New Ways", "How" and "Mothers")
It starts with one bad idea which, of course, leads to other bad ideas, and, Kuramochi admits, they’re all addictive like that.
Once he’s lost himself in one, he is lost in every other, stuck in a Wonderland of his own making chasing, chasing, not knowing what he’s really after.
And, maybe, that’s all he needs: just the thrill in running forever.
It doesn’t have to be towards or away from something, he just has to be in motion. It’s as simple as that.
Plus, Kuramochi’s a fucking good runner, and he dares to say so himself and to everyone else.
*
When he graduates from Seidou, he doesn’t actually have a plan for what comes after. There’s university, as all the school counsellors advocate, and there’s baseball too but he doesn’t know how far he can go with only the sport and some degree to his name. He wants more, wants to breathe, see, live like nothing he’s ever done before, a Kuramochi Youichi who’s grown all he can grow until nothing’s left.
Nothing satisfies this itch even when he’s accepted into a university in Tokyo and makes it onto the baseball team’s second string in only his first year. Some of his previous seniors are there too which is nice. It’s always good to bump into former Seidou faces like Ryou-san and Ishashiki-senpai, he sometimes hangs out with them on Friday nights and there’s the familiar Go board and Mario Kart races and—
During one of those nights, they change his life.
And it starts with a silver briefcase and one question: how do you feel about dreams?
“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” Kuramochi rubs the back of his head contemplatively before settling his hand on his hip, grimacing at the fox-like smirk Ryou-san’s sending his way. He gives in, because he’s a sucker for trying, says well, hit me with your best shot then and ignores all future consequences for now.
(One of those consequences forms itself as a four-eyed nuisance who’s exactly 9cm taller than Kuramochi, and that’s barely the tip of that snarky iceberg.)When he surfaces from his very first kick, gasping, Kuramochi’s greeted by Ryousuke and Ishashiki’s matching grins and the strains of a tune fading into kiss kiss fall in love! maybe you’re my love!
He takes one, two, heaving breaths, turning wide-eyed to face them. “You’re using Ouran’s opening theme song to wake me up, what in the hell—?”
Ishashiki immediately scowls, huffing it’s a good song, okay, lay off the sass as he leans forward to remove the PASIV needle still embedded in Kuramochi’s wrist. He winces, skin smarting from the pull-away, but he’s grateful for the pain; it steadies him somewhat, grounding him to where reality is honest and bland.
(He really needs the difference to be a splash of cold water, or he’ll just sink further into the dream.)
Ryousuke watches him intently for a few minutes, ensuring Kuramochi’s composed himself before making the next move. “Welcome back. How was your first time?”
Kuramochi makes a face at that, lowly muttering you know you could have phrased that better, Ryou-san, you were down there with me too, only serving to raise his senior’s eyebrows further, his smile even sharper. He quickly shifts to another track because he’d like to not dig too many of his own graves, especially where Ryou-san’s concerned. “I thought that ‘Inception’ movie was just…that, but it’s real, isn’t it? All of it is.”
“Hiding the truth in plain sight is very effective, after all.” Ryousuke shifts to roll up the PASIV’s cable, packing the briefcase away.
Kuramochi snorts. “So, what now? Gonna spring another surprise on me, saying you two have a secret team doing this dream business and would I like to join if so?”
When Ryousuke and Ishashiki merely glance at each other and then look on at him expectantly, he only sighs and falls back on the sofa, resigned. “Should’ve seen that coming. You guys know I can’t say no,” his hands rise to gesture vaguely, “once I’ve felt what’s it like.”
Ryousuke pipes up helpfully. “Maybe that’s why we asked you in the first place, Kuramochi-kun.”
Kuramochi closes his eyes, remembering the sensation of how exact the streets in his dream were, how humid the air was, and how it felt like he could never stop running into possibilities, and opens them again.
He grins. “Sure.”
Kuramochi comes to learn that the dreamsharing business is a fickle one.
People come, people go, some just drop off the map never to be heard of again while some stay on because deals are deals, and the money from each job always come in sizeable amounts.
(It’s already a common consensus that the freedom the dreams give is the icing on the cake.)
But, all that glitters is not gold: what they’re doing isn’t entirely legal, essentially making them criminals if anyone were to squint past the gloss, but that’s half the fun, isn’t it?
To have such a large grey area to poke around in.
He meets the team Ryousuke and Ishashiki are currently with, piecing out who are extractors (Ishashiki and a man he calls ‘Tetsu’ take on this role), chemists (Ryousuke’s younger brother bows politely from behind the chemicals counter), forgers (Ryou-san himself), and last but never the least, architects (they only have, but as Kuramochi soon concludes, that that particular one is more than enough).
A boy no older than Kuramochi himself unfolds from a table he’d been hunched over. He gets up, strolling towards Kuramochi and Ryousuke lazily, taking his time to size the former up before saying anything. When he finally seems satisfied with whatever he’s silently perceived, he smirks at Ryousuke, voice playful as he speaks. “Dragging in new fresh meat, Kominato-san?”
Kuramochi’s eyebrow twitches; Ryousuke just laughs merrily along, as if there really was a tiny bit of truth in that.
(It is, though.)
“This one’s got potential,” his senior replies, something akin to pride in his words. “He’s got it in him to be a point man, if we train him first, that is.”
Kuramochi hadn’t been expecting any sort of praise here so the tips of his ears start burning. He respects Ryou-san a whole lot, and hearing this out of nowhere makes him feel somewhat abashed especially among these new people. The boy pushes his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and looks harder at Kuramochi. “Cat got your tongue or something, newbie? At the very least, come down from the clouds to introduce yourself first before you go back up.”
Well then. ”Kuramochi Youchi, age 22, second year at Nittaidai,” he gives a short bow, “and apparently, new fresh meat at your service, Glasses Jerk.”
(There’s a choked cough from someone in the background trying to hide their mirth. The smile on Ryou-san’s face widens.)
Glasses Jerk seems happier by this display though, his snicker so gleeful you’d think he’d found a new thing to play with which doesn’t bode too well for him, Kuramochi figures. Internally, he groans about digging yet another early grave for himself.
The boy nods at Ryousuke before angling back to Kuramochi, glasses glinting somehow even in the dimness of the safe house. “Miyuki Kazuya, age 22, second year at Hitotsubashi, presently part-time dream architect.” He grins again, waving him over to the back. “C’mon, I’ll show you the ropes, Kuramochi.”
Ryousuke pats him on the back and pushes him forward. Ishashiki’s setting some song for the timer (Kuramochi prays it isn’t ‘Sakura Kiss’), and Miyuki pulls out a PASIV from somewhere, nimbly unwinding its cables. Kuramochi sighs.
(He can’t lie to himself; he’s excited to dream again.)
He’s walking.
He’s walking out of his dorm into crowded streets and there’s the konbini that has really good karaage, oh, isn’t that someone coming out of the door with a pack of it—
“Yo, Kuramochi,” the person calls out. Kuramochi blinks. It’s Miyuki.
The people milling around them abruptly stop and stare.
Miyuki walks up, swinging an arm around Kuramochi’s shoulders, drags him forward as if everything’s alright and this is just a day out for two friends. “Loosen up, s’just a dream.”
Ah, right. They amble on as the others resume normalcy. “Does that always happen?”
Miyuki takes a look at him before replying, “Well, yeah, if you aren’t careful about it. All these people are basically your mind’s projections.” Kuramochi nods slowly; so, there will be fancy jargon. The other boy sees his frown and tries to shed things in an easier light. “Let’s put it this way: they’re the security guards of your subconscious, and if anything’s amiss, they’ll swarm to eliminate the intruders.”
“Got it. Anything else I should know?”
“You don’t happen to have a totem, do you?” He seems amused by the blank face Kuramochi pulls, lifting his face to laugh up at the sky. “Wow, you’re really wet behind the ears!”
Miyuki laughs harder when Kuramochi shoves his arm off, but he also doesn’t miss a beat in explaining, “It’s something to help you determine if you’re in a dream or not, I’ll show you mine later. We usually keep totems as secrets, just so you know, so you’d better appreciate it!”
Solemnly, he complies, “Thank you ever so much, Glasses Jerk-sama. I am forever in your debt.”
“Anytime, Fresh Meat-kun.”
They end up at the eki nearest to Nittaidai.
“We usually realise we’re in a dream,” Miyuki begins, “when we don’t remember how we got here in the first place.”
Kuramochi breaks this information apart, tapping his foot on the platform they’re waiting at while watching passing commuters. An announcement dings above everything. “Meaning, most dreams start in the middle?”
He gets a blinding grin from Miyuki for that. “Exactly! Good to know you’re quick on the uptake.”
Rolling his eyes, he shoots back, “I’m new, not dumb.” He glances at Miyuki from the side of his eyes and speaks again. “So. What does an architect do?”
Miyuki simply smirks, replying softly, “I can do this.” The wall beside them dissolves, glass forming in its place before that cracks too and red bricks pile up instead. The platform changes from grey to bright purple, and all too suddenly, there’s a vending machine in front of them. His hand gestures at the buttons. “Ramune or Pocari?”
Kuramochi answers, “Fuck”. He regrets it instantly because it causes Miyuki to cackle in that damned way again. They both perk up though as music blooms through everywhere, blaring louder and louder until he feels its notes vibrating within the dream.
A rush of wind flows, and the train bells ring.
There’s a glaze of something maddening in Miyuki’s eyes, it pulls Kuramochi along to the edge of the platform, then, off with him down to the tracks as a train slides in.
Miyuki says, breathless, amazed: “It’s time to wake up.”
The train hits.
(A lady with dark brown hair, not unlike Miyuki’s, stands on the platform waving goodbye, and Kuramochi doesn’t know whose farewell she’s really signalling to.)
Later, when they’re up, he asks, “Who was that lady at the side?”
Miyuki smiles, eyes closed, his earlier openness shuttered. “What lady?”
Kuramochi knows better than to push where he’s not needed.
They get partnered together after that far more times than Kuramochi would like but he gets used to it. In fact, they get used to it, so much so they fall in step whenever they need to roll out the PASIV; he’ll unwind the cables while Miyuki recites whatever exercise they’re tasked with for Kuramochi’s training. They can’t take on any major jobs yet considering he’s still learning how to mesh reality from his role in dreams, but sometimes, it’s not himself that he’s worried about.
He worries about Miyuki, no matter how contrary they seem to be.
Anytime they go under, he sees the same lady over and over and over, always in the background periphery, always there, just out of the way. She doesn’t do anything, never says anything either, silently watching and waving as they jump off buildings or shoot their heads for the kick, and it makes Kuramochi’s nerves pinch.
She could just be a figment of Miyuki’s exhaustion, considering how many nights he pulls to come up with new mazes and ideas for dream layers for their team’s future undertakings—
Or she could be something entirely else.
Miyuki’s refusal to confront this issue makes things murky, he turns a blind-eye, feigning ignorance even though Kuramochi sees his fingers curling into his palm, leaving blood-rushed crescents in its wake.
It leaves Kuramochi drained, because, damn it, he only wants to help.
They may have started out on an awkward foot, but they’re starting to learn to run into and out of dreaming together, and he’s alright with it.
(He’s alright with Miyuki, is what the unspoken truth says.)
One day he finds Miyuki asleep without being hooked to a PASIV.
It’s a rare sight, and usually the Somnacin the younger Kominato concocts erases any chance of natural dreams, but Kuramochi takes a chance: he’s grabbing matters by his own hands.
(It’s unlike him to butt his head into other people’s business, though with Miyuki, he changes for just once.)
He sets up the PASIV, injects the needle into Miyuki’s wrist, then his own, sinking into sleep.
FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G, PART 2
There’s a mitt and a catcher’s mask on the bench behind him, he snorts internally; it figures that Miyuki must have been a catcher some time in high school and it’s fitting, he supposes, with his choice to be a dream architect now.
When he looks out to the field and the stands, they’re empty, only the wind and the heat keeps him company— save for one.
She is there at the very edge of a section, sitting quietly. When he comes closer, his eyebrows climb higher; of all the odds, it’s Miyuki who’s laid out on the same seating row, his head upon her lap, dozing.
Kuramochi thought Miyuki was evading a problem, but it looks like it’s more of the letting go that’s the issue here.
The lady smiles serenely, eyes trained on him as he hoists himself up to their row, and Kuramochi dips his head in respect; she may not be real but even lone spectres deserve to be acknowledged.
(Especially since she must have been looking out for Miyuki in that jackass’ mentally roundabout way.)
To Miyuki, he turns and pushes him off the bench.
The boy jerks awake when he hits the ground, squinting up at Kuramochi with disbelief. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
He grins and thumps Miyuki on the head for good measure. “Came to see what you’re up to” –
came to see if you were doing okay— “but here you are slacking instead.”Miyuki doesn’t rise to the bait, keeping silent, not looking at the lady beside him.
Kuramochi sighs, long-suffering, and bends down to help hitch him up. Once he’s on his feet, Kuramochi angles them towards her, forcing Miyuki to bow his head in sync. “Well, I’ll take him now,” the boy in reference twitches beside him, “thank you for seeing over him.”
Her smile remains unchanged.
Then, they tip over the stand railing, and she waves as the dream slips away.
Later, when they’re awake and lucid, Miyuki reaches over and taps a finger on Kuramochi’s wrist, pulling out the needle gently. Without much thought, Kuramochi returns the gesture, just as careful.
Miyuki’s voice is sombre, dimming in tone as he closes up the PASIV. “She was my mother,” here, he pauses, “I think.” His lips quirk ruefully. “I don’t know why she’s a shade.”
Kuramochi looks at Miyuki, sees the slump in the set of his shoulders and the listlessness in his eyes, a person forever hiding past questions, insecure underneath the bluster.
(But he always comes alive when they’re running in a dream, or musing about the use of paradoxes, always, always.)
“She’s pretty.”
Miyuki’s whole stance comes to a standstill, staring at Kuramochi like he’s discovered some kind of new drugs for better Somnacin. “Thanks. Also, are you…indirectly calling me pretty too?”
At this, Kuramochi howls with laughter, but he doesn’t really say no, what he says is, “Who knows.”
(In the future, in a hundred or so days from here, Kuramochi calls him Kazuya and the things between them fall into place.
On that same day, Kazuya turns to him, face alight with mischief and ambition. “Do you wanna hear a bad idea, Youchi?”
Kuramochi flips him off even as his heart stutters for a beat. “Whatever pops out of your brain is already a bad idea, jackass.”
“But everyone in the team agrees to them and they always work too, for your information.”
“That’s because they’re all flukes.” Kuramochi’s joking; Kazuya is one of the damn best architects based in Tokyo, and if the idiot sometimes doesn’t look at it that way, he, and their whole team in fact, are plenty proud to make up for it.
“Green has never looked better on you, honestly,” there goes that all too familiar snicker, “you wear jealousy so well.”
“Okay, sod off, what’s your real point behind this?”
Kazuya grins, a Cheshire in his own right. “Do you like bad ideas?” He flicks a PASIV open. “Because we’re about to try one.”
And, just as always, in the herald of this and every other bad idea he’s leaped on, Kuramochi grins.
“Why the heck not? I need new ways to waste my time.”)
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G, PART 2
this was so good and i loved all of it, but especially the part where kuramochi goes into miyuki's dream! and all the stuff about miyuki's mom. "Well, I'll take him now" ahhh
and then this:
"She’s pretty.”
Miyuki’s whole stance comes to a standstill, staring at Kuramochi like he’s discovered some kind of new drugs for better Somnacin. “Thanks. Also, are you…indirectly calling me pretty too?”
At this, Kuramochi howls with laughter, but he doesn’t really say no, what he says is, “Who knows.”
I LOVED THIS!!! this was so good you did an amazing job thanks for bring krmy inception au into the world!
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G, PART 2
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G, PART 2
Re: FILL: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G, PART 2