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Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe
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
- 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!
- 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.
- 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)
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], [SQUARE], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [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.
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!
FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, B2, [G]
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: future fic, college era
Square: idle thoughts at 2 am
Word Count: 571
was trying something new but idk if i managed to achieve it; here's some sleepy cuddles anyway
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The digital clock on the nightstand says it’s 1:58 am. Takahiro blinks blearily at the wall, still trapped in that strange space between wakefulness and dreaming. He’s not entirely sure what woke up him. His body still feels too heavy, mind too hazy. Rolling over, Takahiro burrows further into the blankets. It’s warm, almost too comfortably so.
He’s suddenly aware of another body occupying the space beside him.
Slowly, Takahiro turns on his side, and through the dim light coming in through the closed blinds, makes out the shape of Matsukawa. The other boy is sprawled out beside him, fast asleep. His lips are parted slightly, chest rising and falling evenly, an arm thrown over his stomach.
Takahiro doesn’t remember falling asleep last night, and he certainly doesn’t remember how they ended up in the same bed. This is Matsukawa’s bedroom, he realizes, spotting the corner of that one obscure movie from the nineties, the one that makes zero sense to Takahiro no matter how Matsukawa explained it. He must have dozed off in between completing his paper and working on upcoming assignments. Matsukawa’s room, just a couple doors down from his own dorm unit, is much quieter and cleaner and Takahiro has always preferred to study in here. It helps that the familiar presence of his best friend is at his back when he needs it, too.
The bed isn’t really built for two lanky boys. Takahiro’s close to falling off the edge, and Matsukawa’s body looks like it’s scrunched up against the wall. The blanket is one he brought from home—Takahiro recognizes it from the few occasions he slept over during high school. It’s meant for a queen-sized bed, but it’s warmer this way. Takahiro hasn’t felt his secure and at home in a long time.
Matsukawa shifts onto his side fully. Takahiro does his best to keep from being shoved off the bed. He looks up, and feels his mind slow down. He stares.
Matsukawa’s curls are frizzy from sleep. They frame his face and smush against the pillow, but they somehow still makes Takahiro’s fingers itch to run through them. The muted silver-blue light slinking in from the city outside casts shadows onto Matsukawa’s face, in between the sharp cheekbones, that defined jaw, the proud nose. Matsukawa isn’t pretty; he’s always been sort of long and awkward at first glance—except when he’s on the court. When he’s on the court, Takahiro is filled with pride because his best friend moves with an effortless, confident grace that, in his opinion, rivals the great Oikawa Tooru. But after years of staring up at this face, learning and mapping all the expressions—neutral poker face, lazy smirks, playful grins, frustrated frowns, and now, peacefully asleep—Takahiro wouldn’t mind staring at this face for the rest of his restless nights and early mornings.
Matsukawa shifts again, and this time he stirs awake. Dark eyes blink open, and Takahiro blinks back. “What’s up?” Matsukawa says, voice rough and barely above a whisper, yet loud in Takahiro’s 2 am thoughts.
“Nothing,” Takahiro says. He shuffles forwards until his forehead hits Matsukawa’s collarbone. “Go back to sleep.”
Matsukawa hums, and Takahiro feels the vibration against his skin. A hand comes to rest at the back of his head, long fingers stroking his hair once, twice.
Takahiro closes his eyes and, with the steady rhythm of his best friend’s breathing grounding him, drifts off to sleep.