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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-07-23 07:03 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Clue


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 5 August. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!

This round closes on 5 August @ 7PM EDT. (Countdown Timer.)


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)


RULES
  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
    • Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
    • The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
    • Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
    • The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
    • Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
  • Remember to 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)
  • 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.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • 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, [RATING]
  • 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 each (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

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!
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 11:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: nanase haruka/tachibana makoto OR matsuoka rin/nanase haruka
Fandom: free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: just slightly a TRC AU, probably a zillion reasons to be in a desert with a feather though

Prompt:
haru in the desert with a lone feather.
hyalinee: (Default)

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[personal profile] hyalinee 2017-07-30 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: implied character death bc reincarnation
Other Tags: mundane magic of sorts, supernatural elements?
Word Count: 479

weakly gestures this is very vague and abstract and /handwaves things
/shrieks i messed up a bit last post sorry

***

Haru dreams. Some nights he dreams of cherry blossoms, of promises, of laughter. He wakes up and there’s a single cherry blossom petal in his hand, even though it’s now autumn, almost winter. The cherry blossoms have long faded away, the same way parts of Haru had wilted in the face of this lifetime’s realities.

He places it with the rest, an ever growing collection of cherry blossom petals that do not fade, do not wilt, a memory of someone who is not here anymore. The trees have shed their leaves and they reach for the sky with stark branches, and Haru knows that winter is coming, with it memories of cold tile and an empty pool, the feeling of sinking, sinking. There are other memories too, older and deeper, of other lifetimes, other people. And Rin.

Always of Rin.

A different night, he dreams a desert oasis, an outstretched palm and a smile he misses. He wonders briefly, if he can take this Rin with him, out of dreams and into reality. Instead, he runs to the water, to Rin, to laughter, to friends. To the things he loves most, things he doesn’t know how to put into words. Things he can only dream of.

If he can only have this in dreams, well. Better than not at all.

He wakes with the taste of water on his lips, damp hands and an ache in his chest. More memory, more dreams. He wonders if they are supposed to mean something, all these dreams of Rin. He’s never wanted to be a prodigy, or a genius. He’s only ever wanted to be ordinary, but perhaps Rin had dreamed him to be something more. He’s not sure if it’s taken, or if Rin had found a part of him he hadn’t known existed. Rin had always been the one with the vision and the drive; a quest to find a sleeping king, a dream to swim in the Olympics, a determination to be more than he was.

In every lifetime, he’d let himself be pulled in by Rin.

He dreams of the desert again. There is no oasis this time, only a lack of water and a burning thirst, one foot in front of the other, going forward, forward. It feels like a fever dream, bone deserts and sand, the sun beating down on him, fierce and relentless. There is the sharp cry of a bird and he remembers looking up, a silhouette and his hand reaching out to grasp something.

He wakes up with a feather in his palm, shimmering faintly, a deep, glossy blue that was almost black. He wonders if it meant something, in another lifetime. He wonders if it means that Rin is coming back to him again, the way they always find each other.

He puts it away, nestled with cherry blossoms, and he waits.
greenowl: (Default)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-07-27 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya&Kaitani Riku
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Eyeshield 21
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Riku in front of the trash can with Himuro's ring.
Edited 2017-07-27 11:23 (UTC)
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kanzaki miki/tachibana aya
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible medical issues (needles), not necessarily clinical-use needles, just a whole bunch of them

Prompt:
miki in the shop basement with the family's extensive needle collection.
greenowl: (Todek)

Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-07-27 11:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kurosawa Dia/Momoi Satsuki or Ayase Eli/Momoi Satsuki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Love Live
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Momoi at the coffee shop with a sheet of orders.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-27 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Kuroko Tetsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: non-con (implied)
Other Tags: slavery

Prompt:
Kuroko in the imperial palace with a new collar.
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-28 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi/Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 437 words

Emperor AU, slight warnings for body horror/what happens when you wear a collar for too long without taking it off to air your throat.

***

“You need a new collar, my love,” Akashi said as he ran his fingertips along the edges of Kuroko’s collar. Kuroko shivered, letting his head loll back on the pillows as he enjoyed the gentle touch of the Emperor.

Kagami would think him a traitor if he saw Kuroko so willingly allowing Akashi to caress him but Kagami had never understood the concept of choosing what battles to fight. Kagami always charged ahead fearlessly, head first; if Kagami had been in Kuroko’s place, he would have surely been executed by now.


Kuroko, on the other hand, knew how to pull his Emperor’s strings and more importantly, how to keep his machinations hidden.

“If you think so, your Imperial Majesty,” he murmured softly. “This one has become a little tight…”

Akashi nodded, “Yes, I can see it cutting into you. Very well. I’ll have you measured and a new one made by the end of the week.”

“Thank you,” Kuroko said, bestowing one of his rare, soft smiles on Akashi and then bowing his head to kiss the Emperor’s wrist. “You are most gracious and kind.”

*

Akashi lifted the collar away from Kuroko’s throat, eyes narrowing at the sight of the pale, damaged flesh underneath. It was withered and dry, looking sickly, and Kuroko whimpered when Akashi gently prodded it with his fingertips.

“Has it been hurting you?” Akashi asked with a frown.

Kuroko cast his eyes demurely downwards. “I would not complain of anything you asked of me, your Imperial Majesty.”

The wasted flesh glared at Akashi like a condemnation.

“Tetsuya,” he said softly, sliding his fingertips under Kuroko’s chin to tilt his head up and make Kuroko look at him. “You are my most precious companion. Should anything hurt you and it is not my explicit desire that you be hurt, you are to inform me immediately.”

“Yes, your Imperial Majesty,” Kuroko said, eyes wide and worshipful as he looked up at Akashi. “I apologize for displeasing you.”

“You could never displease me,” Akashi said with a tender kiss to Kuroko’s forehead. “As for your new collar, I have thought better of it. For the next month, you will be without a collar and spend as much time as possible until your throat heals. I will have the healer sent to you as well.”

“Thank you,” Kuroko murmured, allowing just a hint of a smile to touch his lips.

“Once you are healed, I will have a tattoo of ownership placed around your throat instead,” Akashi said.

Continuing to smile in the wake of that pronouncement was one of the hardest things Kuroko had ever done.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-27 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kise Ryouta &/ Niou Masaharu
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Kise in the forest with a single shuriken.
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: aida riko/momoi satsuki
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: implied probable violence
Other Tags: big strong girls yeah

Prompt:
momoi in the armoury with the battle axe.
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-28 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 638 words

...Zombie AU because I’m trash for these girls and want them to really USE those weapons a lot.

***

There were worse places to be than an ancient castle when the zombie apocalypse broke out.

Riko and Momoi had been touring Europe together, taking a holiday during the off-season and hoping that their boys could manage to hold it together without them (from the multitude of texts that Momoi got every day while her phone still had a charge, Aomine was coping worse than the entire Seirin club combined) when the apocalypse started.

Getting on a flight back home was not the answer. Every uninfected country shut down their airports now that airplanes were deathtraps. Returning by train might have been possible but trains were deathtraps as well. They’d heard enough stories of one infected passenger turning his entire carriage into zombies that neither of them were willing to risk it. Ships were just as bad and driving all the way back to Japan was clearly impossible given that there was an ocean in the way.

No. Momoi and Riko were stranded in Europe and when the actual plague reached the small French town they’d been in, they were the ones who ran for the castle rather than trust in the locals to be able to fight off the zombie mobs.

They’d tried to suggest the castle before to the locals as a gathering point but paranoia had set in too far. They all wanted to stay in small groups, not cluster together, and the lack of electricity and running water was apparently intolerable.

(“You think they’d find becoming a zombie even more intolerable,” Riko commented when Momoi translated the objections to the villagers to her.)

As it was, Riko and Momoi had the castle all to themselves. The well still worked, giving them clean water to bathe in, and there was enough furniture in the place that they could chop up and burn for food - not to mention the clothes! They were probably destroying museum-quality antiques but what point was there having antiques if there were no human people left in the future to admire them?

The garden kept them well-supplied with food and they had eggs and milk from the little petting zoo that boasted both chickens and goats. They’d discussed if either of them had the nerve to kill a chicken or a goat and concluded that it was better just to have a vegetarian diet for now.

If it weren’t for the constant moaning of the undead outside the castle walls, they might have even enjoyed their little historical holiday.

Even there, though, the castle provided. The armory was well-stocked with antique weapons that only needed a little sharpening to be useful once more. Momoi picked a battle axe and Riko managed to restring a bow after some effort. Shooting straight down into zombie heads wasn’t very sporting but it was effective and when they sent burning arrows down, the zombies were too stupid to run away so the gathered mass of them all caught fire and died.


Afterwards, the two girls went out – Momoi with her axe, Riko with a sword, and stabbed any head they could find to make absolutely sure the zombies were dead. They pushed the charred remains of the bodies into heaps, creating makeshift walls and speed bumps a good fifty meters from the castle walls, then went back to shower and prepare a good meal.

By unspoken mutual agreement, they never spoke about how Japan might be doing. Before their phones had died, the news coming from their part of the world hadn’t been good – overcrowded and under-armed, the people hadn’t even had anywhere to flee except into the ocean. They discuss what they remember of solar power instead and work on trying to create a generator.

Just because the world’s ended doesn’t mean their wits are gone; both girls are born survivors.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-27 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kirihara Akaya &/ Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: demons

Prompt:
Demon king Oikawa in his throne room with a uniform for his newest servant.
greenowl: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-07-27 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
I'm laughing v hard
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: kanzaki miki/miyahara
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: could be magical or not

Prompt:
miyahara in the back-alley stationery store with vials of invisible ink.
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-28 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miki/Miyahara & Manami
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 550 words

HP AU time! What a great prompt. <3

***


Flourish & Blotts was the dominant shop in Diagon Alley but there were other places that witches and wizards with a lust for stationary would go to when they wanted something more special than school books and standard parchment scrolls.

Miyahara’s store, Paper Perfect, was known to stationary connoisseurs as the place to go for rare papers from around the world and special inks. She imported rice paper from Japan, flaxen weaves from Egypt and had a number of hand-mold artisans who sold only to her. The papers had varying widths and thickness; for no extra charge, Miyahara would even cut the papers into the desired lengths for the customers. Large board sheets lay stacked on shelves while other, more expensive papers, were displayed in a glass-fronted cabinet which Miyahara would open by request for customers who wanted to feel the paper before purchasing.

Next to the front door was a sink with three types of soap (standard, strong and sensitive skin) and if anyone failed to wash their hands immediately upon entering the shop, the shop ghost would immediately fly down and float in front of them, telling them with a smile, “You must wash your hands else Madam Miyahara will be cross.”

Overall, Manami was quite a helpful entity. He’d drift around the shop, chatting to customers a little dreamily and scaring off shoplifters! When asked about Manami, Miyahara would say simply that he was a childhood friend who was now helping her.
Most people left it at that, aware that only grand old families had ghosts in their buildings and thinking Miyahara had brought a ghost from home with her.

That was why it was such a surprise for Miyahara to emerge from the stock room, carrying a tray of invisible inks, and find Manami talking excitedly to a new customer. The girl had short hair and her facial features mirrored Miyahara’s own, making Miyahara smile briefly.

“Hello,” she called out and both the ghost and human turned to her. “Is there something you need help with?”

“Oh- I was just talking to Manami about cycling! I’m a huge bikes fan and he said that he’d been racing in the Tour de France when his heart gave out so I asked him what it was like before he died and--” The girl fluttered her hands, then gave Miyahara an engaging grin.

Miyahara couldn’t help but smile back as she pushed her glasses up a little. “I’ll leave you two to talk then. Please come ask me if you need any help with anything.”

Miyahara got to work on sorting out the inks, relying on the colored cork tops to tell them apart. Occasionally, a drift of laughter would flow her way and Miyahara found her cheeks pinking at how nice it was to have someone laughing and lively in her shop.

And Manami liked her too!

...Would it be the most terrible thing in the world to make up a loyalty club so she could get the girl’s name and number? She’d been thinking of starting one anyway. This girl could be her first member.

It was a sound business decision, really, and had nothing to do with how she’d stopped paying attention to the inks and was now just eavesdropping shamelessly.

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[personal profile] stariceling - 2017-08-05 14:14 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[personal profile] babster - 2017-08-05 16:05 (UTC) - Expand
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-27 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Fuji Shuusuke &/ Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Kise on the road to Sunagakure with a note from a message hawk.
rielity: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] rielity 2017-07-27 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou &/ Yaku Morisuke (optional Daishou Suguru &/ Yamaka Mika)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: NONE
Other Tags: why? how? nobody knows

Prompt:
Kuroo in front of Yaku's house with Daishou's phone.
ryekamasaki: (Default)

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[personal profile] ryekamasaki 2017-07-28 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke (Hint of Daishou Suguru/Yamaka Mika)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Kuroo being ridiculous as always
Word Count: 623

I hope this pleases you, darling! :D

***

Tetsurou is dying. He doesn’t think he’s ever run so hard and fast in his entire life, and it shows. His brain is running just as fast, if not faster, wondering if Daishou has realized their mistake, if maybe he planned it, and Tetsurou resolves himself to refuse any and all future invitations issued by him, no matter how innocent they may seem. The phone grasped tightly in his hand chimes, but he only looks at it long enough to see ‘Mika ♥’ popped up on the screen. He turns one last corner and nearly stumbles to a stop in front of his destination, hands on his knees as he breathes heavily.

Over his huffing he hears a snort, and looks up to see Yaku already leaning on his windowsill, chin in one hand as he looks amusedly down at Tetsurou half collapsed on his front lawn. “Something wrong, captain?”

Tetsurou frowns. He hasn’t been captain for over a year now, and yet Yaku refuses to stop calling him by it, claiming it’s by habit every time Tetsurou points it out. Now that he’s here, though, he’s not sure what to say. ‘If you’ve gotten any messages professing my undying love for you, it’s the sneaky snake and not me’? They wouldn’t exactly be lying, after all. “If you’ve gotten any weird messages from me in the last twenty minutes they weren’t from me.”

“Define weird.” There’s a suspiciously devious smirk on Yaku’s face, and that doesn’t bode well at all. He’s going to at least maim Daishou the next time he sees him.

Tetsurou heaves out another sigh and stands up straight. “Messages in general, I mean. Daishou took my phone.”

“Did he now?” Yaku lets out a sigh that Tetsurou can tell is just dramatics. “So you don’t love me to the ends of the earth and back?”

The blush that rushes across his face is so fast he has no hope of stopping it, or passing it off as anything other than what it is. “I…”

“You wouldn’t, what was it?” Yaku pulls out his own phone and looks down at the screen. “Adopt all the kittens in the shelter as a gift for me?”

Tetsurou would, in fact, adopt every kitten in the shelter if Yaku wanted them. He’d even volunteer to feed and bathe and clean the litter for all of them, too, but he’s definitely not going to tell him that. “It was Daishou.” He’s not sure how many times he’s going to say that, just knows that the only other response his brain is giving him is to just admit to his entirely too huge crush on his former libero.

Yaku sighs and bats his eyes at him. “So you haven’t come to woo me, then? What a shame.”

“A shame?”

He just grins at him, apparently amused at Tetsurou’s lack of brain power. “I already knew about your crush, you know. I was just waiting for you to get the balls to say something.” He disappears from the window then, and Tetsurou’s not really sure what to do with that information. Yaku didn’t seem to be against the idea, which is more than Tetsurou had expected, but now he’s not sure what to do. Yaku appears in the window again, one eyebrow raised. “You gonna stand out there like a mangy stray, or are you gonna come in and help me figure out how to pay back your sneaky friend?”

The devious grin on his face is probably the prettiest (and scariest) thing that Tetsurou’s ever seen, but he’s not going to tell him that either. Not yet, at least. Instead he grins back and makes his way inside, Daishou’s phone still clutched in his hand.
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa tooru/ushijima wakatoshi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: lol

Prompt:
ushijima in his closet with the limited-edition oikawa tooru clothes hanger.
ellipsometry: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-07-27 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
blessed prompt

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji - 2017-07-27 16:19 (UTC) - Expand
gionkenji: gion as a child (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: akashi seijuurou/mayuzumi chihiro OR kuroko tetsuya/mayuzumi chihiro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: uhh university affiliated with their high school probably

Prompt:
mayuzumi in the university library with a french first-edition copy of les miserables.
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-28 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi/Akashi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 402

***

Mayuzumi doesn’t know much French, and he’s not about to sit down with Hugo and a French-Japanese dictionary. Les Miserables isn’t even his favorite, but damn if he’s not impressed that the university library could come up with a first edition in such excellent state. He’s not allowed to handle it for more than half an hour, and the librarian (fucking busybody) keeps coming back to check, but it’s still pretty damn cool. It’s a little whimsical, sure, but it’s nice to imagine himself, long ago in France, reading this back then, knowing the context instantaneously.

“Hello.”

Of course Akashi had followed him here. Mayuzumi scowls.

“I have the book for the next twenty minutes.”

“I wasn’t aware you spoke French.”

Mayuzumi snorts, carefully breathing away from the book. Saying it like that, what a pompous ass he is. God, Akashi can be so insufferable.

“And you do?”

(Of course Akashi speaks French; he does fucking everything. He probably speaks Chinese and English and, like, Latin and Ancient Greek so flawlessly, the way he does everything else, like if he makes a mistake it somehow gets written into the language as something that had been there all along.)

“May I see the book?”

Mayuzumi is tempted to say no, but he hands it over. Akashi handles the book with appropriate care, at least, turning the pages gently. And then he begins to read aloud. Mayuzumi’s got no idea what he’s saying, recognizes a few names (is that how they're really pronounced?) but not much else, and after a few seconds of attempting to decipher it, closes his eyes and lets the flow of the words rush over him. Akashi could just be making up French-sounding nonsense and he wouldn’t know, but Mayuzumi’s not going to call him on it even if it is true. After about five minutes, Akashi stops, his voice starting to dry and crack around the edges like the pages he’s reading from.

“Thank you,” says Mayuzumi.

He doesn’t miss the gleam of self-satisfaction in Akashi’s eyes, but he supposes it’s alright. Akashi’s going to act like he’s won regardless of whether he actually has or not, and Mayuzumi will cede this much to him. They give the book up before it’s due back, and walk from the library in the cool night air, hands close enough to brush each other, but not much more than that.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: suwa reiji &/ mayuzumi shizuma
Fandom: prince of stride
Major Tags: possible violence
Other Tags: idek

Prompt:
shizuma in the drawing room with the steel lance.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: alexandra garcia/araki masako
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: allusion to religion, east meets west kinda

Prompt:
masako in the inner temple courtyard with the fountain pen.
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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-27 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Alexandra Garcia/Araki Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: implied sexism, religious setting
Word Count: 430

historical note: this is vaguely? set in the 1820s in nagasaki; also realistically alex would probably be a dutch-speaking spanish woman who somehow smuggled herself overseas, since only the dutch were allowed in japan during this period, but yeah

***

Alex doesn’t really like coming here; the atmosphere makes her stand out, in a place where she already stands out by virtue of appearance and gender. All of that could be discounted for, if not for the fact that even the monks who wilted under Masako’s temper and threats do not hesitate to make their discomfort clear on a regular basis.

I’m the one visiting,” she’d say, waving them away as she practices her writing. “She lives here. Are you going to drive me out, as well?”

The head monk mutters something unintelligible, but they leave from where they came, through the left door. Masako inhales, the scent of sandalwood incense filling her lungs, and places her pen back down on the slip of parchment. The Buddha and his attendants upon the altar stare out serenely into the open space, the dark walkways on either side adorned with a single torch each, unlit in the mid-afternoon sun. Alex is standing near the altar, looking at the flowers.

“What are today’s flowers called?” she asks, pointing at a bouquet of chrysanthemums. “They’re lovely.”

Kiku,” Masako replies. She watches Alex bend down to smell them, then step away. “I’ll show you how to write it. Can you really smell anything with the incense?”

“Not really,” Alex admits, laughing a little. She rejoins Masako at the table in the courtyard, plopping down on a woven bamboo cushion. “Your handwriting’s getting good.”

“Better,” Masako corrects. “It was already good in the first place, for writing Japanese.”

“I mean the fountain pen.”

Masako places the pen in Alex’s hand. True, she had never written with anything like this before coming to Dejima nearly a year ago with her uncle’s retinue. It seems the westerners preferred pens like this, their writing thinner and smaller on the paper—she had found it ugly at first, and hard to read, but both of them have since improved. The half-finished copy of a page of Don Quixote sitting on the table stands testament to that. “Here, copy this.”

She watches Alex’s face contort in concentration as she traces the lines over once, then does it again on a blank corner of the page. Her handwriting is wobbly, but passable. Alex’s spectacles start to slide as she leans in further; Masako reaches out, gently pushing them back to place.

“Thanks,” Alex murmurs, reaching up to touch Masako’s hand. A moment passes without either saying a word, and then, “…Is this any good?”

Masako hums, not letting go just yet. “Try it again with a brush.”
Edited 2017-07-27 14:54 (UTC)
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: hanamiya makoto/imayoshi shouichi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: thanks for your sacrifice aomine

Prompt:
aomine in the clubroom with the supposedly missing strip of film.
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] fickle 2017-07-28 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOD WHAT.

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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: ayase chihaya/ooe kanade
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: maybe angst, could be hanakotoba if i did appropriate research, please accept this window dressing

Prompt:
kana in the gazebo by the pond with an unfinished poem tied to a branch of wisteria blossoms.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] gionkenji 2017-07-27 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: nakiri erina/tadokoro megumi OR arato hisako/nakiri erina
Fandom: shokugeki no souma
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: possible drowning, phobia-triggering content (hydrophobia)

Prompt:
erina in an underwater cave with a glistening pearl in an oyster.
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-27 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: possible violence
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

Himuro in the lab with a stun gun.
kiyala: (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-08-05 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: references to non-consensual experimentation
Word Count: 502

***

They don't let Tatsuya into the lab without a weapon to defend himself.

He refuses point-blank. He doesn't need one, and he knows it. It doesn't matter if no one else will believe him; he knows what Atsushi is, and what Atsushi is not. He's not a threat. Especially not to Tatsuya.

They make him take a stun gun in with him anyway, so that he can at least defend himself if he needs to. Tatsuya accepts it, just to stop the lab assistants from arguing with him, and holds it in one hand as he types the passcode into the keypad by the door, letting himself into the room where they're holding Atsushi.

It's dark in here. Tatsuya frowns, putting the stun gun down and feeling along the wall for the light switch. The entire lab flickers to life, desks and tanks and cages, all of them empty except for the one in the middle of the room. There's a beast in there, covered in fur, with four arms and two legs, cramped into a cage that's far too small for him.

"Oh, Atsushi," Tatsuya murmurs, and steps towards the cage.

"Don't get too close to the creature," comes a warning over the speakers. Tatsuya pauses, clicking his tongue with irritation, and goes to the computer by the door. He locks access to the lab, then turns off all the speakers and cameras, so that no one from outside can look in, and he doesn't have to listen to them.

He turns back to Atsushi's cage, pulling the keychain full of keys that he'd pick-pocketed earlier. Ridiculous, he thinks to himself, that they're so careful with passcodes for the labs themselves, but not for the cages inside. The tries every single key until he finds the right one, letting the padlock fall to the floor.

"Muro-chin," Atsushi murmurs, and his voice is deeper, changed just like the rest of him. He presses his face into Tatsuya's chest, inhaling deeply. "You smell like home."

"That's where I'm taking you," Tatsuya tells him, fingers combing through the thick fur. "I know the experiments they were running on you were meant to be temporary. You'll change back soon."

"I can smell you better like this," Atsushi hums, pressing his muzzle right against the curve of Tatsuya's neck. "I missed you."

Tatsuya kisses the top of Atsushi's head, smiling at him. "I wasn't going to let them keep you, Atsushi. You're mine."

"They told me that the transformation makes me aggressive," Atsushi tells Tatsuya. "If we're going to fight our way out of here, then just leave it to me."

Tatsuya laughs, wrapping his arms around the monster that his boyfriend currently is, hugging him tightly. "Did you really think that I'd let you do that by yourself? We're in this together, Atsushi. It's a competition."

"It always is, with you," Atsushi huffs, but he licks Tatsuya's cheek with his rough tongue and then turns to face the door. "Let's go home."
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Prompt: Team Daiya no Ace

[personal profile] greenowl 2017-07-27 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Yoshimoto Hikaru/Umemoto Sachiko
Fandom: Princess 9, Daiya no A
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Hikaru in Seidou's laundry room with an empty detergent bottle.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-27 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kagami taiga/kiyoshi teppei
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
kiyoshi on school grounds with the broken padlock
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[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-07-27 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
/prayer emoji ur knb prompts are so fresh n good!

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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-27 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa/iwaizumi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
iwa at the pizzeria with the one slice left of extremely good, unrepeatable pizza
dynamite: (look at this goddamn baby)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[personal profile] dynamite 2017-08-05 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: mention of sexual content, eating
Other tags: future fic, a little bit of food grossness
Word count: 453

oikawa, please. do you hear yourself sometimes.


***


“I’ll suck your dick for a bite,” Oikawa pleads.

“You already do,” Iwaizumi grunts as he takes another bite of pizza. There are only so many bites left, and desperation is starting to rattle Oikawa’s feigned cool. And Oikawa is really not that cool. “Besides, what makes you think your blowjobs are as good as this, frankly, fucking amazing pizza.”

Iwaizumi takes another slow bite as if to prove his point. Oikawa is almost angry at the way a chunk of overcooked pineapple just slides off and plops wetly against the pavement. Pineapple on pizza. Who even eats pineapple on pizza. This is what real self-hatred must feel like.

It’s something like 2AM and they’re restless and sleepless at the dollar slice stand near their shared apartment, and the flickering neon lights of the Tokyo skyline are only making this back street alleyway grease hole that much more unappealing. Somewhere a motorbike guns a cloud of black smoke that hangs unpleasantly in the soggy air. Pizza grease drips from the flimsy paper plate that’s folded almost in half in Iwaizumi’s hand, and Oikawa thinks: this is truly the most absolute, utmost, overwhelming self-hatred.

And yet.

“Mean, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa wails as Iwaizumi continues to eat away at the pizza. There’s maybe three mouthfuls left, maybe four if Iwaizumi wasn’t such a monster.

“Why don’t you just get your own,” Iwaizumi mumbles around the food in his mouth. Disgusting. Oikawa can’t believe this is the same place where his dick goes sometimes, too. He wonders why he likes such an uncultured brute in the first place, why he would cross an entire province with him in tow, why they would want to wake up here together, into their new lives walking their different paths.

“Because I want to eat yours,” Oikawa huffs. He crosses his arms. “It tastes better when it’s yours.”

“Wow, you’re a terrible human being, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi replies as he swallows. Two bites left. “You know that? Just fucking terrible. When was the last time you shared food with me.”

“Excuse me, I share food with Iwa-chan all the time! I share everything with Iwa-chan!”

The thing is, Oikawa does. Even when he steals every blanket in the apartment to pile them in front of the low table to study, he’ll save a seat for Iwaizumi. Even when he has just one packet of milk bread left, he’ll give Iwaizumi a bite. Even here, with Oikawa’s focus so far into the bright future that lies on the path to Team Japan, he never leaves Iwaizumi behind.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi says as he hands over the last bite of pizza. “Next time can we just have a dinner date like two normal human beings.”

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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-27 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Yuri in a ferris wheel cabin with a paper windmill.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] jessibot 2017-07-27 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: bokuto/kuroo
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
bokuto at the top of tokyo tower with the sheet of instructions
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PROMPT: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU

[personal profile] sotongsotong 2017-07-27 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya &/ Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Himuro crouched by a brick wall with pots of glittery paint and a brush.
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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] plume_sombre 2017-08-02 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kise Ryouta
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Running away
Word Count: 495

***

“You're going to do it?”

“We've traveled for two hours to come here, it would be stupid if I turned back.”

Kise laughs and admits that he wouldn't want to go back without accomplishing anything. It's a nice evening; people are milling around, content to return to their warm homes on this cold day of winter, cars are not busting their ears with unnecessary klaxons, and it's snowing. Snow makes everything much more pretty, covering the air with a gentle veil and pushing forth a soothing spell. Kise likes snow.

The weather isn't the best for what Himuro has come for though, but even if it bothers him, he doesn't show it. The different pots of paint are aligned against the wall, forming a rainbow that contrasts with the brown of the bricks. Kise didn't see the utility of bringing so many pots, but Himuro said it was for style; it wouldn't leave that much of an impact if he only used one color, right?

“Do you know what you're going to write?” Kise asks, crouching beside Himuro.

Himuro already has his brush dipped into the purple glittery paint, a beautiful color that suits him so well that seeing him with it makes a perfectly normal picture. He shrugs, hovering the brush over the bricks, and then with a flick of his wrist he splashes the paint on it. The dots are shining, running down the bricks and leaving behind them a path of glitter barely visible. Like suddenly possessed by inspiration, Himuro goes on; he washes the brush in a pot filled with water, and then chooses the color red. He draws lines, some of them straight and others curved, all the while avoiding the purple glitter that seems to be in the center of his piece.

Kise doesn't understand what he's aiming at, but he can't help chuckling when the yellow diamonds and circles sit next to the first dots of paint. He admires the way Himuro's hand never falters, the way his fingers are gripping the brush in a firm yet gentle squeeze, manifesting the softness of his movement and the chaos of his painting. Kise doesn't dare interrupting him.

The bricks are covered in colors and glitter, a canvas of blurs and raw emotions. Himuro looks satisfied; he's never had any particular talent for art but from what Kise has seen, his skills are more than enough to feel pride upon catching sight of his works.

With one last stroke of black over the background of colors, Himuro signs it.

“This is it, then,” he announces.

Kise flashes him a thumbs up and a grin, and the glint in Himuro's eyes is as fierce and intense as the shine in the paint.

They shove the pots in their luggage and turn around, never looking back. They link their hands.

'One day, but not today.'

The inscription on the bricks are the last words they leave behind them.