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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-11 06:56 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe



Tic-Tac-Toe


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 24 June. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


Get three in a row! That's the goal of this bonus round. Inspired by a fanwork event type called kink bingo, this round encourages you to create and fill out themed prompt cards.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. There's a lot of text here, but if you read carefully and follow the instructions step by step, you will be okay.


RULES
Please refer to the first comment thread of this post for an example of how this round works.

PROMPTING

  1. Select a ship to create your prompt card about. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Haruki & Kazuma). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Haruki/Kazuma). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!

  2. Visit this card generator.
    • Here is a visual guide to using it.
    • The large text box is where you can list prompts if you have your own ideas. Please list at least 9 prompts; you can list more if you want. (The generator says you need at least 24, but it's lying.) Single words or short phrases are better than sentences.
    • Otherwise, you can use the dropdown menu found right below it. Note: some of these prompts lists are NSFW. (NSFW prompts are a-ok as long as you tag for it.) If you don't like some of the options that appear in a prompt list, you can delete them.
    • Text prompts only, please. Also, each card square must be unique—don't list the same prompt 9 times.
    • In "Configuration Options," make sure you select 3x3 and (Normal prompt). This is the most important step!
    • Leave the tic-tac-toe card with its default colors, so everyone can read it clearly.
    • Click the "Create a bingo card" button.
    • Scroll down to see the card that was created for you. If you don't like the prompts it picked, you can reroll by clicking "Create a bingo card" again.
    • When you're satisfied, scroll further down the page until you see a textarea box full of HTML.
  3. Copy and paste the HTML from the box and into the body of your prompt comment, then post!

FILLING

Fill prompts by selecting an individual square to create fanwork for, then leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. (Optional:) If you can fill three squares from a prompt in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, you get a tic-tac-toe (and an additional point bonus)! You can also just fill prompts as you please and get standard points.
  • Prompt squares are labeled as follows:
    A1 B1 C1
    A2 B2 C2
    A3 B3 C3
  • If you're trying for tic-tac-toe, you cannot combine squares into one fill. If your fill can satisfy multiple squares, pick the most relevant square: e.g., one square is sailing and another is pirates and you make a fill about pirates sailing, it's mostly pirates so put down the pirates square.
  • Each fill must stand alone as an individual piece, but all your fills can slot into a larger universe if you'd like.
  • You cannot fill a prompt square more than once, but you can fill every square on a tic tac toe card if you want to.
  • You cannot work with your teammates to get a tic-tac-toe. Only individually achieved tic-tac-toes get the bonus.
  • Multiple people can fill the same prompt square. You cannot "block" others from getting tic-tac-toe.
  • Remember to also follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.


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/images)
  • 14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [SQUARE], [RATING]
  • Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which.
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [RATING]
  • Replace [SQUARE] with the specific square you're filling (e.g., B2). Click here to see a comment thread example of which square is which.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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 for each tic-tac-toe card (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
Tic-tac-toe Bonus: 2 points each for the first 12 achieved by your team

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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, C3, T

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-06-14 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: child abuse (implied), death (major), violence (hands, ankles)
Other Tags: angst, mental health issues, claustrophobia, psychological horror, supernatural elements, hospitalization
Square: A Tale of Two Sisters
Word Count: 1609

bingo!!

i've actually never seen the movie before, so this follows more closely (lol what closely) to the original folktale that inspired the movie! this is also more & than / bc ... kids

***

Chihiro doesn’t know why his father had wanted to move their family here, no more than he knows why the people don’t look at him when they pass. Perhaps it was something about their station—Chihiro’s father is soon to be the new mayor of this town, after all, but this is different from the sort of welcome he had expected.

The only people who had waved at him had been two kids standing on a street corner, not far from his new house. His parents had ignored them, and Chihiro himself spared them barely a glance.

A pair of twins, their red hair stark against the grey concrete.

-

“Why are you following me?”

Chihiro is sitting beneath a tree reading when he sees one of the boys hiding behind a shrub out of the corner of his eye. He’s probably a little younger than Chihiro, but not by much. Surprising, actually, that they’d managed to find him—even Chihiro’s own parents frequently lose him, either to his books or physically. “What do you want.”

“I can’t find my brother.”

“You—oh.”

It’s true; he seems to be alone. Chihiro turns back to the pages, but the kid only comes closer. “Hey, I’m busy here.”

“Help me,” the kid says, and suddenly he’s standing right next to Chihiro, a hand over his book. Chihiro looks up, about to protest, but the words die in his mouth as he meets the kid’s eyes. “Help me look for my brother.”

What’s the word again? Heterochromia, he thinks, but doesn’t say, as the kid neatly shuts his book and throws it aside.

“…Right.”

-

When Chihiro suggests, an hour later, that they go to the adults for help, Seijuurou vehemently disagrees.

“Why not? They’ll have—search dogs, you know, that kind of stuff.”

“I can’t let them find him,” Seijuurou says, and turns away from him, looking into the forest. “I can’t let—him—“

“Who?”

“Go back, then, if you don’t want to help.” Seijuurou glares at him, and Chihiro is suddenly struck by the fact that they’re in a part of the woods he’s unfamiliar with. He looks back uncertainly for a trail, and Seijuurou pushes him, making him stumble on a root. “You’re useless, Chihiro.”

“That’s rude,” Chihiro says, rubbing his back. But he can’t wait to get away either. “Whatever, brat.”

(Later, in bed, he doesn’t feel bad about leaving Seijuurou in the forest, but he can’t say he feels good either.)

-

“I’m sorry if my brother had been rude to you,” a voice says from behind Chihiro, causing him to almost drop his phone. There’s not supposed to be anyone else inside the town assembly at this time, but maybe he’d thought differently. Chihiro whirls around, only to meet a very familiar face. The only difference, once his shock subsides—this boy’s eyes are both scarlet. “Were you hurt?”

“No,” Chihiro says, already inching away. He doesn’t like how this boy is looking at him any more than how Seijuurou had looked at him—calm and pleasant as his eyes are, there’s something predatory there that strikes at his instincts. “I wasn’t. But can you…not stand so close to me?”

“Oh.” He steps away, though the look hasn’t left his face. “I apologize, Mayuzumi-san. You do remember me, do you? My name is Akashi Seijuurou.”

Chihiro stares at him and swallows. “Are you…playing games with me?”

This time, Seijuurou looks genuinely confused as he tilts his head, taking in the question. “I don’t understand.”

“You two,” Chihiro says, are fucking weird. “You…where’s your brother, then? Why do you have the same name?”

“Is that strange?”

“Of course it’s strange.”

“Oh.” Seijuurou shrugs, bending down to pick up one of the pamphlets Chihiro had knocked to the ground. His hair seems to waver as he does so; Chihiro blinks, but there is nothing strange when he opens his eyes again. “It seems less cumbersome when you share a name.”

-

The next few times Chihiro meets Seijuurou—and he’s grown to expect it now, somehow—he’s always alone, without the other. After the initial trepidation, it’s easier to tell them apart now—the older Seijuurou, exceedingly polite, and the younger, bossy one who won’t stop calling Chihiro by his given name. They don’t seem to have any other friends—Chihiro doesn’t either, but well, it’s not like he wants any in the first place.

“The butler keeps an eye on us,” Seijuurou had explained one day, after Chihiro asked why he doesn’t show up with his brother anymore. “Father doesn’t like us coming outside so much. So we take turns.”

They’re not that bad to be around, really, once he gets used to them. Not fun, as they keep spoiling what little time he has to himself to read, but enough company that Chihiro finds himself looking forward, however much he tries to shake the feeling, to their meetings.

-

Then he starts noticing the scars.

“Hey,” he says one day, while they’re reading together—Chihiro, with unrestricted access to the library, tends to take more than he needs—under the tree where they’d first met. “You been fighting?”

Seijuurou doesn’t answer, but Chihiro sees his bruised knuckles tighten a little over the pages. “I don’t fight.”

“You don’t seem clumsy, either.”

Seijuurou side-eyes him, and Chihiro can see the danger in his left eye. He shuts up. “I’m not.”

They read for another few minutes before Seijuurou abruptly closes the book, shoving it back into Chihiro’s hands. “I need to go home for lessons now.”

Seijuurou’s family lives in one of those big mansions near the outskirts of town—Chihiro has passed by it dozens of times before, or so Seijuurou tells him. Sometimes I see you walking to school from my window, he’d say. Of course a family like that would homeschool their kids; from what it sounds like, Chihiro doesn’t envy that sort of lifestyle.

“How do you even have time to come out and meet me, then?”

“We always make time,” Seijuurou would tell him. And well, Chihiro had always left it at that.

This time, he grabs Seijuurou’s hand; ignoring the younger boy’s surprised protests, he pulls him close for a good look at the scars. Old scars, new ones—Chihiro lets him go, and Seijuurou backs away, his eyes full of something Chihiro doesn’t want to recognize. “What the hell is this?”

“It’s none of your business. You said so yourself.”

“It is my business,” Chihiro says, not even realizing just how true his words have become. “Who did this to you? Your brother?”

But Seijuurou is already gone.

-

The next time Chihiro sees Seijuurou is in his bedroom.

One moment, he’s falling asleep; the next, he’s wide awake, plastered against the wall, Seijuurou standing by his bed with a flashlight that illuminates a face like it came straight out of Chihiro’s worst nightmares. Except it isn’t—there’s a hint of panic in his scarlet eyes, and Chihiro doesn’t like that. When he looks down, his breath catches at the blood on Seijuurou’s nightshirt.

“What,” he hisses, “are you doing in my—“

“Please,” Seijuurou says, haltingly, and it’s enough to stop Chihiro’s next words from coming out. “Help me. Help my brother.”

Chihiro bolts out of bed and grabs his hand.

-

The house is dark—deserted even, Chihiro realizes as he pushes open the creaking door. He pushes away the cobwebs, sneezing as he goes. Why the hell had the brat chosen to hide in such a place? Well, he’ll find out soon enough.

Seijuurou’s already waiting for him in front of the room when he emerges, coughing, the dust stinging his eyes. “In here, he’s in here—I can’t get him out.”

“Seijuurou?”

Chihiro sees a large closet, its doors shut, with muffled cries coming from inside. The brat’s locked himself inside—he sighs, running a hand through his hair, then turns to the Seijuurou standing outside. “Do you see a key around?”

“No—“

In the moonlight streaming from the open window he sees a glint of metal near the corner, gathering dust. A crowbar—Chihiro picks it up, dusting it off. “Oi, brat, stay back now, I’m gonna break this down—”

“Don’t hurt him!”

“I won’t,” Chihiro says, and Seijuurou nods, standing aside as Chihiro swings at the padlock once, twice, until it breaks. “Hey, you can come out now.”

The muffled sounds stop.

“Seijuurou?”

He turns, but the Seijuurou standing behind him near the door is gone. A gust of wind rattles the room gently, then nothing. Chihiro bites his lip, suddenly very conscious of the fact that he is alone.

“Hey, this isn’t funny—“

“Chihiro,” says the Seijuurou inside the closet, his voice small, “Can you help me? I can’t open the door—I think I sprained my wrist.”

You two, Chihiro thinks, throwing the crowbar aside. Maybe the other Seijuurou had gone off to find help, or he was hiding under the stairs. If he gets himself locked, well—Chihiro’s done for tonight. He walks towards the wooden closet, digging his fingers into the creaking door, and swings it open.

-

“Thank you, Mayuzumi-san.”

-

It is two days later that an itinerant worker discovers him, unconscious and just barely alive, in the middle of the mansion slated for demolishment.

Lying besides him, evidence: a pile of bones in the closet, a child’s, which immediately resolves a decades-old cold case of a domestic dispute. The newspapers run stories, celebrating the accidental discovery and detective work, while the thirteen year old suspected runaway recuperates in a nearby hospital.

(None of the papers mention the two sets of footprints, too small to be Chihiro’s, leading up the stairs to where he had lain.)
Edited 2017-06-14 18:21 (UTC)