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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!
ellipsometry: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-07-31 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima wakatoshi/aomine daiki
Fandom: haikyuu!!, kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: LISSEN.... i was thinking about this the other day someone humor me

Prompt:
ushijima in the dorm room with a half-empty container of protein powder
umaibo: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] umaibo 2017-07-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi/Tadokoro Jin
Fandom: Yowapeda
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Don't look @ me

Prompt:
Makishima in the nightclub with two glasses.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-31 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Kinjou in the hotel after the race with a bottle of massage oil.
Edited 2017-07-31 22:10 (UTC)
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-31 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: injuries

Prompt:
Arakita in the club room with a knee brace.
putsch: (Default)

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T

[personal profile] putsch 2017-08-05 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kinjou/arakita
Fandom: yowamushi pedal
Major Tags: mention of knee injuries
Other Tags: angst, a lot of arguing
Word Count: 623

***

kinjou knew it was late to be biking, but the next race was a week away and he needed to train up if he was going to do well enough to place. his endurance had been taking a hit the past few days as his knee would twinge with pain and force him to stop.

he couldn't afford to be doing that now, not with some of the biggest races of the season just around the corner.

no light came from the clubroom windows, yet when kinjou tried his key he realized the door was unlocked. that was odd - everyone knows how important it is to lock up at night to keep the bikes safe.

he pushes the door open, and a snarling voice greets him.

"there you are."

"yasutomo." kinjou sighed, feeling better that it was someone he knew in here - a feeling that didn't last as he took in arakita's expression. it was twisted up in rage over annoyance, his hand fisted around thick fabric - no, a brace.

"what the fuck are you thinking kin-chan!? we got a race coming up, tout can't go out at night alone pushing yourself!"

"i have to practice if we're going to win."

"you ain't even gonna get to enter if you break your knee! then what? huh? you gonna practice your way out of that too??"

kinjou bristles, pressing his mouth into a hard line. arakita knew what happened to him in high school, why his knee gets bad and makes it hard for kinjou to ride sometimes. but that doesn't mean he has the right to be chiding him like this, even if they are teammates.

"i know what i'm doing, that won't happen." kinjou says coolly, because he won't.

"bullshit!" arakita yells, throwing the brace at kinjou's face. he barely catches it in time, and finds himself surprised for not the first time at the strength of his arm. "you'll keep working until you think your damn good enough, or over it, instead of resting like you should until you snap! this ain't good kin-chan. you gotta take a break."

"and what," kinjou's voice is thin, he doesn't want to fight but on this topic, on riding, it's too easy for him to get riled up. "do you know about injuties? what makes you think you can lecture me on this?"

(he knows he's not the captain, that they're equals, but he still knows the voice to use to make himself sound in charge to get the edge.)

arakita's face suddenly goes slack, shock overcoming the anger. "what. do i know?"

it hits kinjou like a supernova - arakita bursts forward to grab him by the collar, get within in an inch of his face, and arakita roars.

"what do I KNOW? i know a fucking idiot when i see one, one too goddamn blind by wanting to win and be the best or some bullshit that he doesn't fucking listen, not to anyone, not to his own damn BODY, until one day he's busted beyond repair and can't do shit!! dreams over, no going back to baseball, no goddamn nothing left because he was an absolute DIPSHIT!!!!"

arakita's chest heaves as he pulls in the worst sounding breath kinjou has ever heard from him. it freezes him there, looking at arakita and his shaky hands like he's seeing him for the first time, at the cusp of something massive that kinjou had yet to fully understand yet.

arakita's voice is nothing more than a whisper. "it's gonna be you next if you don't quit being so fucking stupid, kin-chan."

kinjou doesn't know what to do, what to say, as arakita lets him go and walks right out of the clubroom.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-31 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Arakita on Kinjou's doorstep with a pizza.
tsunderekita: (resting Arakita face)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, T

[personal profile] tsunderekita 2017-08-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kinjou/Arakita
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Innuendo, food
Word Count: 937

***

He froze at the doorway, wallet half-open and a hole in the toe of his left sock.

“What the fuck,” Arakita said, standing opposite, his cheeks turning about as red as the starchy cheap uniform he had on. He had been midway through removing the pizza from his insulated carrier bag -- medium anchovy and mushroom, light cheese, no sauce -- when the customer’s door had opened, leaving him stuck there in a condemning panel of yellow light like he was trapped in some corny science-fictional freeze-beam. Kinjou Goddamn Shingo’s eyes bugged out at him briefly, like he was naked or something. “You never told me this’s where you lived!”

“You never asked,” was Kinjou’s answer, recovering some sliver of his usual demeanor, enough to pull a 2,000 yen note out of his wallet and stick the rest back in the pocket of his sweats.

He didn’t have his glasses on. Arakita had seem him take his prescription visor off sometimes during races, when the overhead sunlight cast its own dark frames around his eyes anyway, but like this, standing in a perfectly ordinary doorway under the diffuse light of a perfectly ordinary porch lamp, it made his face look unguarded, like Arakita was intruding on something private.

And thinking that, Arakita felt outraged, because he was the one being caught out and humiliated here. His lip started to pull back into a snarl, hands squeezing the warmed cardboard box like he was prepared to hurl it into the guy’s face and bail out of there -- but Kinjou, damn it, he kept talking, and there was just something about how the asshole spoke all steady and deliberate that Arakita always had a hell of a time breaking free from it. Like someone else he knew.

“I didn’t know you delivered pizzas, Arakita.”

“I don’t,” Arakita snapped, and then ground his teeth for a half-second and amended, “didn’t.”

No employer would put someone like Arakita in a customer service position and expect that to go smoothly. But the normal delivery guy was out sick tonight, and Arakita’s manager had heard he’d recently got his license, and spouted off some vapid shit about a ‘learning experience.’ And so here the fuck he was. He’d had three doors slammed in his face already tonight and had nearly gotten into a fight with a customer’s bull terrier at his last address.

“What’re you doin’ ordering crap like this anyway,” he demanded, thrusting the pizza box across the threshold at Kinjou’s chest. “I thought you cooked an’ ate healthy an’ shit.”

“I do,” said Kinjou, taking a half-step back to accept it neatly. He passed the 2,000 yen note over in exchange and continued, while Arakita grumbled and began counting out his change, “I had a bit of a… mishap tonight, decided I was too short on both energy and ingredients to try again.”

Arakita tilted his nose, catching the sour, acrid scent coming from the interior of Kinjou’s apartment. The jumble of smells was too thick to identify anything specific, especially not over the much closer scents of the pizza and Kinjou himself, but it was definitely the odor of Something Burning That Normally Should Not Even Be Capable of Burning.

“...The hell were you making in there, Baked Alaska?”

Kinjou laughed that deep brass bell laugh of his. It was over too soon, and that part’s annoying too. “Not too far off. At least I have until Sunday to perfect it.”

“What’s on Sunday?”

“I wasn’t aware pizza boys quizzed people when they made their deliveries.”

“Tch.” The blush that had almost just started to recede was returning with earnest now. Arakita glanced away and stuffed Kinjou’s bill in his pocket. Looking down near the doorway, he noticed Kinjou had wriggled his toes to hide the hole in his sock between them. It was irritatingly endearing. “...You better not mention this to the team, got it? I don’t need a buncha grief jus’ for taking some dumb part-time gig.”

“I can’t imagine they would think much of it. Most of our senpai have side jobs,” said Kinjou, that wicked smirk of his tugging at a corner of his mouth. “But if you needed some collateral, you can always hold my choice of toppings over my head.”

“Anchovy and mushroom?” Arakita reshouldered his bag. At least it was empty now; Kinjou’s was his last address before he had to head back to the shop. “That’s not weird, dumbass. Least you got some kinna meat on it.”

“Would you like to share?”

What the hell kind of question was that?! Worse, it made Arakita actually hesitate for a half second, before resuming his scowl. “Pass. I still got a half hour on this shift.”

“What would happen if you took off early?”

“...You always make a pass at your pizza boy like this?”

“If I was, I’m not sticking to the script too well. I think I’m supposed to tell you I don’t have any money.” At that, Kinjou did a… something with his posture, tilting his head to one side ever so slightly and putting on a coy expression which seemed so inappropriate for his body that Arakita felt compelled to avert his eyes again.

“THAT-- STOP--”

“I don’t suppose you could help me out?” Kinjou entreated, apparently enjoying this. “Maybe I could return the favor somehow…?”

“YOU ALREADY PAID, JUST GO EAT YOUR FUCKIN’ PIZZA.”

“Suddenly I seem to be craving something else…”

This time, Arakita was the one to slam a door in someone’s face.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-31 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime&/Oikawa Tooru OR Kageyama Tobio&/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: injury

Prompt:
Oikawa at the physical therapist's office with a pair of crutches.
fickle: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] fickle 2017-08-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
I immediately parsed that as Oikawa beating Kageyama up with crutches.
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

PROMPT: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-31 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou OR Manami Sangaku/Toudou Jinpachi OR Nitori Aiichirou/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Yowamushi Pedal, Free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
[Kuroo/Toudou/Sousuke] in the bathroom with a pair of tweezers.
aicqt: (Default)

Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] aicqt 2017-08-01 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miyuki/furuya or arakita or oikawa
Fandom: Daiya, yowapeda, haikyuu
Major tags: none
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Miyuki in the old gym with a disused baseball glove.
aicqt: (Default)

Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] aicqt 2017-08-01 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Rindou/tsukasa or literally any other character from anything
Fandom: Shokugeki
Major tags: Animal death
Other tags: none

Prompt:
Rindou in the kitchen with a large knife
aicqt: (Default)

Prompt: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru

[personal profile] aicqt 2017-08-01 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoi/Aomine, miyuki/arakita, iwaizumi/oikawa, Yahaba/kyoutani
Fandom: KnB
Major tags: Sexual implications
Other tags: none

Prompt:
[Momoi/Miyuki/Iwaizumi/Yahaba] in the apartment entrance with a new bottle of lube
hatchbacks: a lime (Default)

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

[personal profile] hatchbacks 2017-08-05 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Momoi/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 427

***

http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/81409.html
kuramochi: (lean)

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-08-01 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: arakita yasutomo/kinjou shingo
Fandom: yowapeda
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: :D

Prompt:
kinjou on the the diamond with a catcher's mitt
tsunderekita: (EXECUTE)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, T

[personal profile] tsunderekita 2017-08-05 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kinjou/Arakita
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Implied comic violence
Word Count: 1,074

Really it's G-rated, but Arakita's bad mouth, you know how it is.

***

At first blush, Kinjou Shingo seemed like the easiest catcher Arakita had ever had to work with. He was quiet, reliable, and could hurl a fastball from home plate to second base quicker than most guys could even blink. He was big -- Arakita couldn’t believe they were the same height, Kinjou had at least two extra kilos of muscle on him and a posture to put lampposts to shame -- and every one of his senses seemed methodically cultivated, a walking portfolio of robust skillsets and quick reflexes.

That he had walloped Arakita’s high school team at nationals last year should probably have left Arakita with more lingering resentment than he had, but it was hard to hate the sturdy pillar-of-the-team types. After all, Fuku-chan had been like that too.

It all fell apart by their second practice, though, when Kinjou refused to run their plays without signs.

“I told you,” Arakita said, voice raised, pushing his gloved hand against Kinjou’s padded chestpiece like he’s actually got any chance of shoving him back. “I don’t need ‘em! I can smell what you’re thinkin’ just fine!”

“Even if that’s true,” Kinjou persisted, narrowed gaze obscured behind his mirrored red shades -- the sun was trending toward the horizon now, he had to keep it out of his eyes -- “it’s not going to work one hundred percent of the time. We need to work out our signals now, while we’re getting acquainted. Any more like this and bad habits will start to set in.”

“My habits work great,” Arakita countered, almost spitting, baring a full row of white teeth when he spoke now. “Fuku-chan never had a problem with it!”

“I’m not Fukutomi,” said Kinjou, “hard as that may be to believe.”

A peculiar anger began to rise up in Arakita’s throat as bile, so he spat instead, kicking at the soft dirt of the mound with his heel. Around them, the rest of Yonan’s first year players started to groan loudly: the time-out was running long now, and no one relished the idea of being last to the dining hall two days in a row. From second base, Machimiya shouted something about it being the wrong time for a lovers’ tiff.

Arakita couldn’t resist grinding his teeth at that one. Together with Kinjou’s remark, it was setting his temper right up to the edge.

“So just try it!” he snapped, giving Kinjou another mitt-covered shove against the chest. It was like trying to dislodge a pesky popcorn kernel that was determined to stay lodged in his teeth. “You’re a science major, yeah? Run a fuckin’ experiment, do half the plays with signs and half of ‘em without. I’ll wipe that smartass look right off your face.”

“From what you’re saying,” Kinjou answered, even-keeled both in tone and footing, without a trace of smartass anywhere, “the results would be meaningless. You’d just ‘smell’ my calls either way.”

“So I’ll plug my nose on the signed ones!”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” the catcher sighed. He unlatched the straps of his face mask, sending another wave of groaning across the diamond. It signalled that Kinjou intended to drag this conversation out even further, which was probably exactly the message he wanted to send -- to direct some extra pressure onto Arakita from the team. “Your method leaves us one head cold away from fouling up an entire inning. Or suppose it’s raining, or pollen season--”

“--this is stupid, I can’t believe we’re even talkin’ about this--”

“--things you know very well will leave you useless,” Kinjou continued, over the interruption. With the mask off, Arakita could see the deep crease of his mouth as he frowned; the way his short canine eyebrows bunched together above his sunglasses. “What is the blocker here, Arakita? What do you need from me in order for this to work?”

“I didn’t ask to get put in a battery with you--”

This time it was Kinjou who moved -- grabbing Arakita’s bicep with his free hand and squeezing until his grip was just shy of painful. Arakita’s mouth opened, prepped for some objection, but the outrage melted before it had a chance to form, as he realized Kinjou had very specifically grabbed his left arm, because the possibility injuring a pitcher’s throwing arm -- however accidentally, no matter if it was in a sudden burst of anger or frustration -- was unthinkable to him.

Arakita’s jaw clicked shut. He met Kinjou’s gaze from behind his rose-colored shades.

“I’m not Fukutomi,” Kinjou told him, again. “If you were in need of someone like him, you would have followed him to Meisou, wouldn’t you? Instead you chose Yonan. Why?”

A hissed breath through clenched teeth. “Because if I stuck with him -- another four years, same catcher, same batters, same clean-up… I’d never…”

“Yes?”

A younger him would have choked on his tongue and died rather than say the words that came next.

“...Because I’d never get any better,” Arakita ground out. He wasn’t looking at Kinjou anymore, but somewhere past him, at… something. Where a certain captain had once told him to look for a horizon.

Just as swiftly as he had grabbed it, Kinjou’s hand vanished from around Arakita’s arm. He really was snakelike, the way he moved sometimes. Kinjou patted his catcher’s mitt against the pitcher’s shoulder, his deep-set expression finally starting to shift upward into something more conspiring.

“Then we work on signs first,” Kinjou told him. “Any additional tool we can add to your arsenal is a good one. And won’t that surprise Fukutomi, when we face off against Meisou in the rain and you strike out every one of his batters?”

“Heh…” Damn, that little grin was infectious too. This guy was trouble. “Yeah, that’d be a good one.”

“Glad you agree, partner.”

“HAVE YOU KISSED AND MADE UP YET?” Machimiya shouted from second base, hands cupped over his mouth like an improvised megaphone. The sun had all but dipped below the treeline now.

“First order of business,” Kinjou continued, slipping his gear back on. “On the next batter, try a fastball so straight down the center it’ll sail right over your head and into Machimiya’s face.”

This got a snort out of Arakita, and the nastiest smirk he’d worn since before his last year of high school nationals. He adjusted his cap. “You’re not so bad, Kinjou.”
kuramochi: (backslap)

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-08-01 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: arakita yastumo & zaizen naoyuki
Fandom: yowapeda & daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: canonical sports injuries, timeline fiddling

Prompt:
arakita at physical therapy with sports magazine
wino: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-01 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: oikawa/ushijima or nijimura or kagami/himuro
Fandom: haikyuu, kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

oikawa (or himuro) in the attic with the aging portrait of himself.
Edited 2017-08-01 03:21 (UTC)
princesssid: manga screencap of hinata shouyou looking possessed (crawl up the wall hinata)

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[personal profile] princesssid 2017-08-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: hinata shouyou/kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Hinata on the beach with a crown.
princesssid: manga screencap of hinata shouyou from haikyuu!! looking at the viewer, dead-eyed, and saying 'Ah' (ah hinata)

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[personal profile] princesssid 2017-08-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: tsukishima kei/yamaguchi tadashi
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
Tsukishima in his bedroom with the mixtape he made.
saccharinescorpion: didn't you say it was impossible~? (mikimakitado)

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] saccharinescorpion 2017-08-01 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Tadokoro Jin / Makishima Yuusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: if you read the ywpd manga, do you remember that scene when a girl in a maid getup offered Tadokoro a flyer and he got super flustered?

Prompt:

Makishima in Tadokoro's tiny cheap apartment with the maid's outfit.
Edited 2017-08-01 04:04 (UTC)
princesssid: anime screencap of hanamiya, zoomed into this eyes and great eyebrows (hanamiya)

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[personal profile] princesssid 2017-08-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: akashi seijuurou & miragen & kuroko
Fandom: knb
Major Tags: implied emotional manipulation
Other Tags: cults, feel free to go as dark or as crack as you want, feel free to omit members of miragen as long as akashi is there

Prompt:
Akashi in the club room with the sign up form for his cult.
fickle: (Default)

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M

[personal profile] fickle 2017-08-02 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Akashi & GoM & Kuroko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 697 words

I love cults so much that I had to write this even though I’m done with BR5. Warnings for blood, emotional & mental manipulation, general creepiness, dubcon, implied sexual content and possible character death.

***

Akashi pastes the sign-up form onto the wall and then surveys it. He smoothes the corners down, appraises it again and nods to himself.

Behind him, the members of the basketball team have gathered.

“The Miracle Association?” Midorima reads out. He adjusts his glasses and looks at the sign-up form which already bears Akashi’s name. “What is this?”

“It’s compulsory,” Akashi informs them as he turns around and smiles pleasantly at the members of the Generation of Miracles. “All of you will join and in turn, our teamwork will improve.”

“But we’re already beating everyone,” Aomine complains. “How much better do you want us to be?”

Akashi’s smile widens. “I’ve arranged a few matches with top high school teams.”

The advantage in strength and height that the highschoolers will have might be enough to make them a real challenge for the Teiko team - Aomine grabs the pen out of Akashi’s hand and scribbles his name, followed shortly afterwards by Kise and Kuroko. Midorima does the same and from the corner where he was settled down and eating chips, Murasakibara calls out, “Sign me up too.”

There. The whole team has signed. Akashi admires the sheet with satisfaction, watching the wet red ink dry to a deep brown. He’d added just a drop of blood and sweat from each player to the ink, making their signatures as binding as any demon deal even though they’d signed unknowingly.

*

He starts off small. Nothing but candles and meditation, nothing but guided dreaming where they nap on mats while Akashi stays awake.

Slowly, the concept of sacrifice crops up. When they pass the ball, they sacrifice personal glory for the team. When they stay behind to practice, they sacrifice their precious youth to the game. Sports is about sacrifice, Akashi says, and though Kuroko looks like he wants to say that basketball is about fun, nobody dares to interrupt Akashi when he speaks in those low, controlled tones with incense wafting around him.

The longer they listen, the more hypnotic his tone becomes.

The longer they listen, the more reasonable his words seem.

*

The oldest of all sacrifices is blood and they seal their bond with it. Blood brothers, blood bound, now and forever.

A little more blood every time. They’re so good that blood loss won’t stop them from winning.

Akashi puts them on protein and iron-rich diets to compensate.

*

Aomine is accused of the sin of pride, of considering himself better than his teammates. Are they not brothers? Are they not equals? One member’s failure or success is their failure or success.

Aomine does penance on his knees and afterwards, throat rasping and eyes fevered, he thanks Akashi for his correction.

*

Murasakibara is accused of the sin of sloth, of putting in hardly any effort compared to how hard his teammates work. Are they not worthy of the best that Murasakibara has to offer? Should they not bring out the best in them, as he does in them? They are the best only when they are together.

Murasakibara does his penance on his knees as well and afterwards, thighs trembling and muscles sore, he thanks Akashi for his correction.

*

Kise is accused of the sin of lust, of watching Aomine with desires that should not be turned towards only one brother. Does he not understand that their bond transcends that? Can he not see that when they are together, they are stronger than he could be with only one of them? What they do together is holy and should not be lessened by any of them pairing off individually.

Kise does his penance with everyone except Aomine as Aomine watches and afterwards, cock still hard and his whole body bruised, he begs Akashi for release.

Akashi slaps him across the face and says he has not learnt his lesson yet. Again, he orders and Kise keens but obeys.

That is when Kuroko leaves and nobody notices him go.

*

“You can’t leave,” Akashi says and takes a step towards Kuroko. “You know too much.”

“Would it mean anything if I promised not to tell?” Kuroko asks.

“No,” Akashi says simply; the knife slashes down.
princesssid: sai's hand (hand of god)

PROMPT: TEAM HIKARU NO GO

[personal profile] princesssid 2017-08-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: shindou hikaru/touya akira OR sai & touya akira
Fandom: hikaru no go
Major Tags: canon character death
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
Akira in the Room of Deep Contemplation with Sai's fan.
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PROMPT: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[personal profile] wino 2017-08-01 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: body horror mb?
Other Tags: sexuality issues (implied homophobia in linked video, but please leave this theme out of the fill), watch this

Prompt:

oikawa on the sidewalk with the escaped, sentient heart.
Edited 2017-08-01 04:53 (UTC)
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-08-01 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bait time

Prompt:

Himuro in a cave with an enchanted scroll.
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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-08-05 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: dragons, me lovingly shoving this bait into my mouth
Word Count: 419

***

The scroll feels like powerful magic, as Tatsuya holds it in his hands. He can feel the promise of great things, and his heart is racing as he walks into the abandoned cave, rolling the parchment out so that he can read from it.

The ancient script takes some work to decipher and a few passes before he feels confident enough to pronounce the entire spell the correct way. He holds it up in front of him, takes a deep breath, and reads the spell to turn himself into his true, powerful self.

He can feel the magic taking root in him from the moment he utters the last syllable of the spell. It sinks into hm and pulls at him, this way and that, until he feels himself changing, growing, elongating until he's suddenly something much bigger than he was before. He looks down at himself, taking in the pale blue scales, the tail, the wings that he can see only when he stretches them out.

An ice dragon, he realises, and lets out an experimental puff of breath, marvelling at the ice that crystallises across the wall of the cave.

"Muro-chin," Atsushi scolds, entering the cave. "You left me behind."

"I had to run before I was caught," Tatsuya replies, and turns to stand there, displaying himself to Atsushi proudly. "This is what the spell turned me into."

"Can you turn back?" Atsushi asks, even though he's already transforming into his true form too.

Unlike Tatsuya, people like Atsushi don't need spells for this sort of thing. It comes naturally to them, while all Tatsuya can do is make sure he's studied enough magic and increased his magical capacity enough to successfully cast the spells he needs. Even now, Atsushi is much bigger than Tatsuya; his dragon form almost reaches all the way up to the roof of the cave, with deep purple scales and bright purple eyes that match his human form.

"I haven't tried yet," Tatsuya murmurs. "Maybe I won't. I don't see why I would want to be anything other than this."

"How am I going to kiss you, then?" Atsushi grumbles, and Tatsuya laughs to himself, snowflakes forming in the air with his breath.

"I'm sure we'll figure it out," Tatsuya tells him, and nuzzles against him instead, enjoying the sensation of their scales rubbing together, smooth and soft around their mouths, as he aligns them together. "Won't we?"

Atsushi rumbles deeply in agreement, nuzzling against Tatsuya in return. "I guess so."
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PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-08-01 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Mayuzumi Chihiro/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hydrophobia, arthurian legends, can take this literally or not

Prompt:

Akashi in the lake with the Excalibur.
Edited 2017-08-01 15:52 (UTC)
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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, G

[personal profile] multilinear 2017-08-05 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: mayuaka
Fandom: knb
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: idk if this is what u had in mind
Word Count: 590

dialogue from here, words in italics from the malory text lol


***


this isn't turning out the way seijuurou's expected.

"i," he says flatly, "am your king."

"yeah, well," comes the flat reply, "i'm not old." seijuurou has to concede that, upon seeing the stranger's face, he was indeed not the old man seijuurou had mistaken him to be. "but i'm more offended by how you're treating me right now." he crosses his arms and scowls something fierce. if seijuurou did not have the might of the akashi family behind him, he might almost be frightened; instead, he is merely interested, curious at what the stranger will say next. "like you're my superior."

seijuurou almost laughs. "i'm your king," he reminds him. "i am your superior."

"you're anti-progress," the stranger looks intensely unimpressed. "and how'd you become king, anyway?" he spat out seijuurou's rightful title like some offensive item of food.

… so they rode till they came to a lake, the which was a fair water and broad, and in the midst of the lake akashi was 'ware of an arm clothed in white samite, that held a fair sword in that hand …

"then she threw the sword at you and told you to leave?" the stranger squints him. "pity she had such bad aim."

"you're an ill-mannered subject." seijuurou is too well-bred to scowl.

"i'm telling you," he snaps, '"i'm not your anything."

seijuurou humors him. "then shall i call you by your given name, mayuzumi chihiro?" he watches the stunned look dawn over his face, thin smile briefly flashing on seijuurou's lips before he crushes them smooth. "one must know these things if one is to be king."

"i thought you were made king by some fairy witch in a pond who threw a knife at you." there's a stubborn frown on chihiro's lips that makes seijuurou crack a little, just enough to smile for real.

"chihiro," seijuurou sighs, "you have no romantic soul."

"not a single one in my body," he agrees, crossing his arms. if possible, he slouches even more just to further offend seijuurou's eyes. seijuurou, good breeding and manners forgotten, heaves a beleaguered sigh and hits him with, in his imagination, the holy sword excalibur, gifted unto him by the lady of the lake, designated as the sacrosanct blade of the one destined to rule camelot…

as a rule, seijuurou was not the kind of child who had read fairy tales. growing up, his literary lessons better reflected the true realities of human nature; he was not a boy prone to flights of fancy in his youth. so he took a great inward joy in subverting his childhood lessons when, instead of beheading chihiro with excalibur, he hit him with a pillow.

"you broke character first!' chihiro accuses, hair tousled and askew. truthfully, seijuurou hadn't cared what it was that chihiro was reading, but he had looked comfortable in bed with a book. it was only happenstance that chihiro began to read aloud, low voice mumbling in seijuurou's ears, and it was, upon reflection, a sort of fairytale seijuurou could have heard, long ago.

"you broke the story," seijuurou points out, eminently reasonable. "you lose."

"i thought people on your side never lost anything." chihiro folds over a corner of his last page, closing his book to loop a hesitant arm over seijuurou's shoulder. "but then: what does the winner get?"

seijuurou, out of the fairytale with that thin smile still on his face like a crown, laughs. "a happy ending, or so i hear."

"i like those," chihiro murmurs, and pulls seijuurou close.
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-08-01 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kagami taiga/aomine daiki AND/OR kagami taiga/himuro tatsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: implied death or injury? but that's totally optional

Prompt:
kagami in the air with a faulty parachute
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-08-01 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: kuroo tetsurou &/ ushijima wakatoshi &/ oikawa tooru (any combo or all three!)
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: alcohol

Prompt:
kuroo in the hotel bar with ushijima's business card
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FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, M

[personal profile] avioletqueen 2017-08-02 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: ushijima/oikawa/kuroo
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: mentions of sexual content, threesomes, hijinks
Word Count: 627

i love these three, Thank You

***

“Is this how you flirt with people?”

Tetsurou is amused. Well, he’s kind of surprised, and leaning a little tipsy, but mostly, he’s amused. It’s not every day that someone gives him a business card after he’s spent an evening at a bar with them, getting more and more direct about his intentions as the night wears on.

“I. Well.” Tetsurou has to blink a little before he realizes the look on Ushijima’s face is embarrassment. It’s… cute. “I wouldn’t be displeased if you were to assume that.”

“Well? Take me up to your room, then.” Tetsurou leans a chin on his hand, looking up at Ushijima with his most sultry grin. “We’re both adults, aren’t we?”

“No.” Ushijima frowns, and the smile drops off Tetsurou’s face as he fumbles for words. “That is- yes. But it’s not that simple.” He straightens a little on the bar stool, not that he needs it - he practically looms over Tetsurou with how good his posture is. “I’m in a open relationship. I would like to pursue a night with you, or perhaps more, but it would be with my boyfriend as well.”

Tetsurou blinks, rearranging this information in his mind for a couple moments. “So… you’re worried that I’ll say no to a threesome?” He grins, reaching over to slap Ushijima on the back before getting to his feet. “I thought we’d been getting to know each other. Of course I’m alright with that.”

Ushijima’s face lights up at that, though he doesn’t quite smile, and the brightness in his expression remains as he leads them to the elevator. He’s kind of a gentleman about the whole thing, Tetsurou thinks when he feels a steady hand pressed to the small of his back. Tetsurou likes it.

Before he can get his hopes too high about the evening, though, they arrive at Ushijima’s room. And when Ushijima swipes his card and opens the door to his suite, Tetsurou sees an unexpectedly familiar figure lounging in a robe on the sofa watching TV.

“Oikawa?!”

“Kuroo-chan?”

The two stare at each other, Oikawa having jumped up from the couch and turned off the TV.

“I see you two know each other,” Ushijima says unnecessarily, striding forward to press a kiss to the side of Oikawa’s head as if nothing’s the matter.

“Yes, I know him. I slept with him two nights ago.” Oikawa reaches a hand out to smooth over Ushijima’s shirt, his eyes still on Tetsurou’s. It’s not easy to read his expression; Tetsurou can’t tell what flavor of shock he’s feeling, whether he’s happy about this or not.”

“Ah. Then this will be easier.” Ushijima nods, and Tetsurou feels oddly silly for being so thrown off by this. Of course it’ll be easier. He knows he’s attracted to both of them, and he knows they’re both attracted to him. What’s the problem?

Of course, the problem is Oikawa Tooru. “You picked him up? Oh my god, we have the same damn taste. Isn’t this weird?” He presses one hand to his forehead, and Tetsurou rolls his eyes, because a night with Oikawa is enough to tell when he’s being dramatic.

He takes a couple steps towards them, crossing his arms over his chest. “C’mon. Are we doing this, or not?” The words are a lot more confident than he actually feels - his hands would be shaking if he hadn’t tucked them away.

Before Oikawa can answer, Ushijima moves to kiss Tetsurou, one sure arm wrapping around his waist. While he melts into the contact, he can hear a surprised sound coming from Oikawa’s general direction.

He’s definitely into it.

“Yeah.” Oikawa looks between the two of them before lifting his chin and backing up towards the bedroom. “We’re doing this.”
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-08-01 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: murasakibara atsushi/himuro tatsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: paranormal stuff

Prompt:
murasakibara in the reportedly haunted hostel with a sleeping bag
kiyala: (Himuro)

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[personal profile] kiyala 2017-08-05 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural themes
Word Count: 566

***

Every single review he reads about the place claims that the hostel is haunted, but Atsushi doesn't really care about that sort of thing. He's more interested in the fact that it's incredibly cheap, which means that he can spend more of his money on the snacks that the local stores sell. His parents are always telling him to save money, after all. So what if he has to bring a sleeping bag and roll it out on the floor in an unfurnished room that he may or may not be sharing with a ghost? It's going to save him a lot of money.

The hostel, when he arrives at it, looks even more run-down than the pictures had suggested it would be. There's paint peeling off all the walls, and the old man sitting at the reception desk looks incredibly bored, as if he's about to fall asleep where he stands.

Atsushi gets his room key and takes his bags down the hall.

The room he's staying in is meant to fit four people in it. There's definitely a lot of floorspace, he thinks to himself as he puts his things against the wall. There's no one else around; no bags, no belongings, nothing. He isn't too surprised, considering that this hostel doesn't seem to be very popular anyway. If he's lucky, he won't have to share the room at all.

He can see why people say it's haunted, though. The floorboards creak, and the pipes wail loudly every time the hot water is turned on, even if no hot water actually comes out. It's no big deal. Atsushi's just staying here for two nights, as he passes through the town.

The first thing he does is go to all the local candy shops, where they sell handmade sweets. He buys all the flavours he possibly can, pleased with the extra cash that he has for them. There are four shops located around the town, all competing with each other, and Atsushi goes to every single one of them, trying their samples, buying a bag with different flavours each time, until he returns to the hostel, tired but satisfied.

He falls asleep the moment he rolls his sleeping bag out, even though the sun hasn't set, and doesn't wake until it's dark.

There's something in the room with him. He can feel the presence, the shuffling sounds, the hairs on his arms standing up with the sudden certainty that he isn't alone.

He lies where he is for a moment, debating whether he should move. When he finally gathers his nerves and sits up, he finds a pale, beautiful face looking at him.

"I know you're beautiful enough to convince people to follow you wherever," he tells the ghost seriously, "but that's not going to work on me. And I don't care what kind of evil spirit you are, if you go anywhere near my candy, I'm going to hit you."

"Ghost?" a voice asks, and with a click, the room light turns on.

Atsushi's sitting up in his sleeping bag, with a boy roughly his age kneeling beside him, rolling out a sleeping bag of his own.

"Oh," Atsushi says. "You're just a regular person."

"A beautiful one, apparently," comes the reply, paired with a grin. "I'm Tatsuya."

"I'm too embarrassed for this," Atsushi replies, and lies back down. "I'm going to sleep."
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[personal profile] ellipsometry 2017-08-01 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: daichi sawamura/oikawa tooru (+ iwaizumi hajime if u'd like ;))
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:
daichi at the ski lodge with oikawa's room key