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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!
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PROMPT: TEAM THE PRINCE OF TENNIS

[personal profile] raernix 2017-07-23 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: HERRP
Prompt:
Chris in Zaizen's house with the frozen peas.
Edited 2017-07-23 23:08 (UTC)
foxrocksthesesocksss: (Default)

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] foxrocksthesesocksss 2017-08-05 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mention of injury, some off-screen fisticuffs, zaizen has a potty mouth
Word Count: ~1060

\o/ hello i hope you like it this pairing means... a lot to me.
***

dont freak out

Chris blinks at his phone, frowns, and sneaks it under the table so he can reply without the professor seeing. When you say that it makes me want to freak out. What happened?

His phone buzzes.

nothing. Another buzz. can u get me some frozen peas after ur done with class

Chris has completely lost track of the lecture now. A glance at the clock tells him he has another ten minutes left of class, and he's already mentally calculating the time it'll take him to buy frozen peas and get to Zaizen's apartment, even as he texts back a single, poignant question mark.

its fucking stupid ok. some dick came into the library drunk off his ass in the middle of the fucking day and i tried to get him to go home and he swung at me

The concern that had begun to simmer beneath Chris's skin dies down. Instead, he finds himself fighting back a smile. A drunk guy managed to give you a black eye?

fuck off, Zaizen responds immediately. and bring me some fucking peas.

Chris sends him the smirking devil emoji as an affirmative.

---

When he's home, Zaizen never locks his door. It's something Chris has sighed at him for multiple times, but it doesn't seem ot have changed his ways- Chris tries the doorknob and finds it twisting freely beneath his hands, so he just closes his eyes for a moment and lets himself in.

"I brought peas," he calls into the apartment, toeing his sneakers off in the genkan.

"Fucking finally!" Zaizen pokes his head around his bedroom door, eyebrows twisted into a frown. "Did you have to go to Antarctica for it or some shit?"

Amused, Chris says, "Nearly," before raising his own eyebrows significantly. "That's... impressive."

"Tch." Zaizen's head disappears for a second before he emerges fully, to snatch the grocery bag out of Chris's hands. He rummages in it for a second, before taking the cold bag out and laying it gingerly over his incredibly vibrant shiner. "Jesus, that feels good."

His nose looks slightly swollen too, and Chris raises a hand to touch it gently, prompting a flinch. "Did you have a nosebleed?" He says, feeling a tendril of concern wrap around his chest. "How hard did he hit you?"

"Yeah, it bled," Zaizen grumbles, adjusting the bag of peas so that a corner lies across his nose bridge. "Drunk bastard still managed to clock me in the eye and sent me over into a desk before someone got a hold of him. Sucks if he ever needs any reference books now, because he's banned for fucking life."

Chris's frown lifts slightly. "Good," he says. After a moment, he follows Zaizen deeper into the apartment. "Who knew libraries were such dangerous places to be."

"Shut up." Zaizen glares, but the effect is somewhat neutralised by his obvious reluctance to remove the peas from his face. Chris tries not to smile- but obviously fails, if Zaizen's growl is any indication.

He drops his bag by the wall and strides over to where Zaizen has slouched up against his tiny kitchen counter. Very gently, Chris tugs his hand- and the bag of peas- away from his face, so he can run delicate fingers around the bruised edge of Zaizen's cheekbone, already dark and purpling in the shape of someone's fist.

Zaizen doesn't so much as wince at his exploration, but the skin under his fingers tenses every so often, and after awhile Chris glances over to see half-lidded brown eyes, fixed on his own.

"You gonna kiss it better?" Zaizen mutters, like it's a joke, even though something in his eyes tells Chris otherwise.

It makes something in Chris's chest contract that Zaizen looks like he's bracing for another hit with every beat of silence that follows. Every second that Chris doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, just stares at him, Zaizen's face scrunches even more into a scowl, and his shoulders hunch inwards like a dog ready for another beating.

"I-"

"What's with the serious face?" Zaizen says, voice too loud. Grin too bright. "I was kidding, jeez. Don't need to look like I kicked a fucking puppy. My eye's gonna be fine, I just need to ice it anyway."

He looks away, but Chris won't have that. This is Zaizen, who's life has paralleled Chris's so much it's amusing on good days, and tragic on bad ones. Zaizen, who stretches his left leg out habitually when he sits for too long, who avoids mention of high school sports, who works three jobs just so he can avoid the hassle of a roommate.

Chris shifts his hands to cradle Zaizen's face gently, and tiptoes to press his lips softly to the ridge of Zaizen's eyebrow.

Zaizen's voice dies, and something in Chris's chest trembles, and when he comes back down his best friend is staring at him.

And the thing is, Chris has thought about this. Has made lists of pros and cons, variables to consider and hypothetical responses. He's known about Zaizen's feelings for him since they were both fifteen years old, but he always assumed the crush would just… go away, with time.

It hadn't, and neither had Zaizen. Their individual paths had come together and separated, criss-crossing over each other throughout middle school and high school before finally meeting again here, at the same university.

Chris has weighed his options. He's run the plays in his head so much he can run them in his sleep. This, this is the moment when the batter connects and the runner on third makes a break for home.

Chris blurts, "Can I kiss you?" at the same time as Zaizen asks, "What was that for?"

Zaizen quickly amends it to, "Yes."

So, Chris does.

---

Sometime later, when they're sprawled together on Zaizen's too-small futon, Zaizen grins his wide, wicked grin and teases Chris about getting turned on by frozen peas.

Chris thinks about it for a second, and gets up to fetch the bag, slowly melting on the kitchen counter.

After he's done with him, Zaizen can't ever look at a bag of frozen peas the same way again.

Chris counts it as a job well done.