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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 KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, M
Monsters, horror, gore, death, evisceration, blood, just general unpleasant body horror things. Also; unedited, which can be equally horrifying.
This is a direct sequel to a BR1 fill, which can be found here
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The ocean is busier, these days. It’s louder, with the constant diesel roar of giant shipping engines and the screeching, blinding ping ping ping of sonar. And there are more people. The people are always coming, now, along craggy stretches of rock featured in “Top Twenty-Five Little-Known Beaches For The Adventure-Seeker In You” and “Unsolved Mysteries Of The Ocean.”
Ryousuke hisses and ducks beneath the waves when he sees the crowd of people arrive. Five of them -- too many. And he’d seen a camera, too, and he knows what those do, now, knows the risks.
It’s so difficult to go undetected, these days.
Ryousuke casts a last, hungry glance at the loud group, and he crawls back to the seabed, where Haruichi is gnawing on a fish head and cleaning his old, rotting baseball bat.
“Too many,” Ryousuke says, and he steals Haruichi’s fish. Haruichi’s skin goes spikey with annoyance, but he acquiesces and starts hunting for shellfish they may have missed, among the craggy rocks. He finds a mussel with one probing arm and pulls it triumphantly open to suck out the gooey flesh.
Ryousuke reaches out one hand to scruff across the top of Haruichi’s head. His pastel-pink hair is silky against Ryousuke’s mottled skin, and it waves gently in the current. Haruichi recognizes the gesture for what it is, and he leans greedily into the touch.
“We can hunt somewhere else, Aniki,” Haruichi says, voice as soft and unassuming as the skin of an anemone.
And secretly deadly, just like the anemone.
Ryousuke wraps his arms around Haruichi’s, and they taste each other, checking for illness or injury, finding the emotions and intentions and thoughts secreted across the thin skin. Ryousuke is hungry, and it shows in the pebbly, dissatisfied texture of his skin. Haruichi rubs his hand down one of Ryousuke’s arms. Ryousuke can taste the mussel and his suckers curl reflexively.
“I don’t want to go somewhere else,” Ryousuke says lightly, stubborn bands of brown flashing across his body. “This place is ours.”
Haruichi pulls the wooden bat out from under his webbed skirt, and he hands it to Ryousuke. “I’ll go, then,” he says, and Ryousuke would object but he can taste Haruichi’s determination.
Obstinance is a trait they both share, and Ryousuke knows very well that when Haruichi has made up his mind, there’s no changing it. Haruichi knows Ryousuke’s decision before he has a chance to vocalize it, and he’s already flashing happy, excited colours.
“Bring back something good,” Ryousuke instructs, and Haruichi clacks his beak. Ryousuke smirks to himself and squeezes into their little den to wait.
Their cove is shaped like a teardrop, narrower at the entrance and with a wide, rocky beach at the inside. The narrow strait channels waves and currents, making it an ideal place for predators such as themselves. Ryousuke tastes Haruichi as he moves up and down the coastline, hunting for prey.
He tastes the shift in Haruichi’s focus, from searching to stalking, and Ryousuke’s own body reacts to the excitement he can feel seeping from Haruichi’s. Something big. Ryousuke unfurls from his seabed hideaway and starts to make his way out to the open seashore.
And then he’s hit with a sudden, intense wash of something, of fear and pain and defiance, and he jets hard through his siphon as a reflexive response, shooting away from the source of the danger until he collects himself, reigns in his instincts and thinks.
There’s another rush of fear and anger with an incoming wave, and this time,Ryousuke turns towards it, and he swims. His skin is so dark it’s nearly black, and spiked and rough. He’s angry. Murderously so, and he makes vicious plans to eviscerate whoever or whatever thought it could hunt Haruichi and get away with it.
Abruptly, the wash of feelings drops down to nothing, and Ryousuke feels a touch of his own fear for the first time. He swims harder, moving up the shoreline, into the wind, following the fading scent trail until it culminates in a cloud of strong, stale feeling that leads nowhere.
Ryousuke can’t feel Haruichi anywhere.
Up, then.
He surfaces carefully, rising slowly and with the rhythm of the waves and wind to keep his own movement undetected. In the moment it takes his eyes to adjust to being above water, he can hear a high, indignant voice and the familiar, angry sound of Haruichi snapping his beak.
What he sees, when he finally locates the source of the noise, makes his sluggish blood boil and his arms coil. He sees Haruichi tangled in a net, as if he were nothing more than a common fish, and a human standing beside it, nursing what can only be a very painful bite from Haruichi’s very sharp beak.
Ryousuke burns with anger that Haruichi let himself be caught. And he sets his sight on the man who did it -- a single, solitary person with a shock of pale yellow hair. It’s a small person. It’ll be easy. Ryousuke lets his beak slip out from between his lips and he moves in for shore.
As he gets closer, he can make out the words.
“--think it would be so easy,” the man says. “I thought for sure I’d be here for days before I found anything, they all said there wasn’t anything here, that people just disappear because of the rocks and the currents -- I knew there was something else! I knew it!” The man laughs, a high, arrogant sound, and he prods at Haruichi’s arm with a booted toe. Haruichi hisses, and struggles, but the rope is rough and the wind is drying, and he goes still with a wince as his skin chafes open. Even at this distance, Ryousuke can see the dark blue blood smearing the net and the ground around him.
The laughter stops suddenly and the man says, “This isn’t very scientific of me, but.” He draws back his foot and kicks Haruichi viciously in the abdomen. Then he leans forward.
“You killed Kazuya, didn’t you?”
Ryousuke doesn’t know what a Kazuya is, or whether he or Haruichi has killed one, but he does know that he’s going to kill this person. Very slowly. He feels venom pooling in the glands around his beak and he visualizes ripping into the man’s stomach, pulling out the intestines and eating his liver. He imagines making his scream.
Ryousuke can tell the moment Haruichi realizes he’s there, by the way he shrinks and flashes hopeful, conciliatory colours across his skin. He retracts his beak and looks up at the man, pink eyes dark and hard.
“You want to kill me?” he asks, and the man rears back in surprise.
“It can talk?” Ryousuke hears him mutter, and then he shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to… study you.”
Haruichi tilts his head to one side, as much as he can, under the heavy net. “Oh?” he says, disarmingly polite. Ryousuke crouches among the rocks, feeling the wind on his skin and grim satisfaction in Haruichi’s diversion tactics.
“Nothing like you has ever been discovered,” the man preens. “There are rumours, and legends, of course, but even I’ve never found a half-human before. That’ll show Masa-san. I’m gonna be famous.”
Ryousuke closes in. It’s harder, to hunt from land, but he’s done it before. He can do it this time. The skin of his arms gets caught and ripped on the jagged rocks and tough vegetation, but he doesn’t care. He stalks slowly, inexorably forward.
“I don’t think so,” Haruichi is saying, in that same polite tone. “I don’t think my aniki will let you.”
“Your --”
And then Ryousuke pounces, and he bites deep into the man’s thigh, arms wrapped tight around his ankles. The man screeches in surprise and pain and he falls heavily. Ryousuke has to twist out of the way, and he still gets one arm caught underneath, crushing it flat against the rocks, and he hisses and bites again, digging his beak into the man’s lower abdomen and feeling venom gushing out of the tip. Ryousuke rips and tears, methodically working his way up, until the man lies still, only moving to suck in harsh, wet gasps of air.
Only then does Ryousuke turn to Haruichi, moving gingerly on his injured arms. Haruichi ducks his head in a show of submission.
“Disgraceful,” Ryousuke says, voice light. Haruichi make his skin pale and smooth and deliberately unthreatening. Ryousuke sighs, and leans in to rip at the rope around Haruichi’s neck. It’s tough and unyielding and for several minutes, the only sounds are the rush of wind and water, the desperate panting of the dying man, and the quiet chewing, snipping noises as Ryousuke carefully cuts the rope with his beak. Once a few sections fall away, Haruichi is able to wiggle around and reach some of the net himself, and their pace doubles.
Finally, the rope falls away, and Haruichi sighs gratefully. His apparent freedom is short-lived, however -- Ryousuke gives him a warning nip and Haruichi obligingly holds still, spreading his arms and letting Ryousuke feel them carefully. His suckers feather over the cuts and scrapes in Haruichi’s skin, gently cleaning and tasting the extent of the damage. After a moment under the careful ministrations, Haruichi starts touching Ryousuke’s arms, as well. And then he tucks his hand under Ryousuke’s webbing, and draws out the old bat, holding it gleefully close and sapping up the moisture in the wood. Ryousuke rolls his eyes but wraps an arm loosely around Haruichi’s wrist in a show of indulgent affection.
There’s a strangled gasp, and both Ryousuke and Haruichi look at their would-be hunter. His blue eyes are wide and sharp, laser-focused through a haze of shock and blood loss. He’s staring at the bat. “K-Kaz…” he stutters, and then he goes slack. Haruichi looks at the bat, and at the bruise forming, angry and dark, on his own stomach, and he swings the bat to crunch into the man’s ribs. He doesn’t move.
“Well,” Ryousuke says, starting to feel very uncomfortable in the drying air. “Get that, would you, Haruichi?”
He slithers back into the familiar, soothing coolness of the sea, and Haruichi follows soon after, dragging their dinner and the bloodstained bat.