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Bonus Round 5: Clue
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)!
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points 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!
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T
Fandom: Yowamushi pedal
Major tags: Violence
Other tags: --
Word count: 905
Not beta'd nor proof-read but I hope you like it anyway!
***
Ibitani has a bad habit.
If the entire student body knew about it, he didn’t care. He gave slightly more fucks about a teacher finding out, though at the same time what could they do to stop him? He was sure that the bast majority of them would either look the other way, or back away the moment he glared at them, cowards that they were.
None of them cared that much, it was a simple as that.
Then there were those who did (none of them teachers, of course), who by this point in life had better things to do than to try to reason into him that climbing into the roof with trashcans stolen from classrooms and beating them into garbage with a baseball bat, risking that he’d decide to beat them into garbage instead.
(Not that he would do that, honestly — Not anymore anyway, and not without a good reason. Last time someone persuaded him into pounding them into a pulp it was some nutcase of a first year, and it had been so justified that he doesn’t recall anyone trying to stop him.
That wasn’t the person that had been on the floor back then, because of the nutcase first year.
But it was better not to think about that, if he got any angrier he’d be stuck on the rooftop all day.)
He doesn’t know if this is a setback, has no idea if the person that was on the floor that day thinks less of him for doing this. He doesn’t think about that. Is he trying to be better? Is he honestly trying? Is that a realistic thought for someone like him to have? Is everyone else trying? Anyone else? Does it matter? Like that blond rich guy from Hakone, does it matter to him? Does he care? On what basis does someone like that call himself strong—?
He doesn’t understand that like he understands this: The swing of a bat, wind resistant making a swooping sound as he cuts through it, the strain in his arms as wood meets metal and forces it to give in. The way things connect to other things through force, through physical means, the way force forces things to yield–– It’s a simple language that comes easily to him. He can make something like wood beat something like metal like this. He can control this, even if it’s a poor substitute for all the things he /can’t/.
Moving is easy. Venting is easy. Pretending that the more he swings, the more he gives the questions an scape, the less they’re fueling his movements is not easy, but he acts like it is; It’s the only way to reach that moment where he almost believes it, and the noise in his head that makes him clench his jaw until it’s sore is drowned by the incessant banging, and he’s but a body that carries on through momentum.
He’s the kind that finds it easier to redirect than to stop. He knows, without a doubt, that if it were possible and energy wasn’t an issue he’d… but that’s not unlimited, or at least his isn’t (he has no idea how it is for the rest of the world. Didn’t he learn about that in class? Well, obviously he didn’t). Often a source of more frustration, not that he can do anything anymore to at least try to get rid of it.
He’s always left tired and sweaty and burning, still raging exhaustedly in a silence that echoes, the problem untouched by his tantrums –– A fact he understands rationally but has trouble accepting.
“You done yet?”, comes a voice at his back. He sneers at the bored tone, yet he lets out a derisive laugh aimed at himself. Listen, he knows, he knows. It’s just that knowing isn’t enough.
“Here, you’re sweating like a pig.”
“Shut up”, he rasps out, taking the drink from the other’s hand. “Pigs don’t even sweat, idiot.”
The other barks out a laugh, pretty literally. What a fucking dog, Ibitani mutters, no bite behind the comment.
“And what the hell do you win from knowing an useless fact like that?”
Nothing?
“To correct you”, he shots back, hitting the other behind the knees with the bat. He goes down like a puppet, cursing and flailing all the way, and this time Ibitani’s laugh is a lot more honest — And a lot more mocking, too.
The other attempts to kick him, so he kicks back. They go at it for a couple of minutes, but Ibitani is tired and stops first. He stops too, though not before kicking his butt twice. Then, they go quiet again, only their labored breathing filling the space.
Ibitani falls back. The sun is falling too. Everywhere he looks there’s a fiery red mixed with intense orange. It occurs to him that a cheesy narrator in some cheap yankee movie would say that’s what his soul’s fire looks like — Isn’t that disgusting?
“We’ll get them back next time”, the voice says suddenly, unknowingly and mercifully deriding his thoughts. “We still have a year. We’ll show them — him what we truly are capable of.” He snickers like a maniac, like he’ll drool at any time because he finds his own not-joke that funny.
“Damn right we will”, he bites out, kicking at the air again. “Next year is our year. Right, Miya?”
Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING T
Thank you so much for this great fill! I absolutely love how you made it into Ibi's venting habit, those two are so great together and you wrote them so well ♡♡