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Bonus Round 4: Official Art
Bonus Round 4: Official Art
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
Memorable canon moments, bizarre omakes, tantalizing magazine spreads—this is the round to explore them all. Bring out your screencaps, promotional art, and manga pages, and let's talk about what really happened.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from an anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, and/or caps from games. Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt screencaps that are taken from a piece of canon media.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
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]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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.
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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM TSUKISHIMA KEI/YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, G
content warnings: a tiny bit of swearing
notes: a 5+1, five times ennoshita gave futakuchi that look, and one time it was a different look. this totally got away from me also it is 1am so please forgive any typos etc
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5
The first time they meet is at a practice match. Ennoshita is prepared for Datekou’s captain to be obnoxious—he’d seen Futakuchi on court before, taunting his opponents, and off court, joking with his team. Ennoshita comes to the gym preparing to be frustrated, preparing to have to stay on his best behaviour and keep his teammates from getting too riled up.
And Futakuchi is everything Ennoshita expected—he’s crass, outspoken, clasps a bit too hard when he shakes Ennoshita’s hand before the match, spikes a bit too hard when he knows Ennoshita is watching. He doesn’t need to try so hard to impress Ennoshita. Datekou are good, and Futakuchi’s their ace, one of the pillars of the team. Ennoshita is already plenty impressed.
Futakuchi is also nothing like what Ennoshita expected. He pulls Ennoshita aside after the match, making him linger as he digs around in his bag.
“You guys played well,” Futakuchi says, not looking up from his bag. “I knew you would be good, but I was impressed.”
“You still won,” Ennoshita points out.
Futakuchi looks up briefly, catching Ennoshita’s eye before looking away again. “Hmm, so you think we played better?”
“Volleyball is pretty objective,” Ennoshita says.
“Sure, sure,” Futakuchi says, laughing. “I’m a better wing spiker than you, that’s an objective statement.”
“Well, if you want to put it in those terms—”
“I’m a better captain, too,” Futakuchi continues. “I must be, given I’ve been doing it for longer than you.”
“That’s flawed logic,” Ennoshita says, unable to stop his mouth from hanging open a bit. “Things like captaincy aren’t—”
“Ah!” Futakuchi interrupts. “Found it!”
He produces his phone from his bag. “Can I get your number?”
Ennoshita stares at him.
“I may be a better captain than you,” Futakuchi continues, “but I guess we’ve still got a lot we can learn from each other, or something like that. Plus, you seem like the sort of person who likes going out and partying. We could do that too.”
“Is that sarcasm?” Ennoshita asks.
Futakuchi grins. “I’ll just have to find out.”
4
The first time they hang out, Futakuchi stays true to his word about partying. Well, they’re still underage, so they can’t go anywhere too exciting, but Futakuchi’s been invited to a friend’s birthday party and he invites Ennoshita along.
It’s a fair distance from Ennoshita’s house, so his mum offers to drive him—this, of course, is just something else for Futakuchi to tease him about.
“I still can’t believe you got your mum to drive you to a party,” he says for the hundredth time. “Like, anyone would think you’re seven, not seventeen.”
“It’s been two hours,” Ennoshita says. “Aren’t you over it yet?”
“As it turns out,” Futakuchi says, “my other friends aren’t anywhere near as interesting as you. If I have to make the same joke for two hours—”
“That desperate for my company?” Ennoshita jokes.
Futakuchi frowns. “Nah, you’re actually pretty boring too. I’m just desperate for any company.”
By now, after all the texts Futakuchi’s sent him, Ennoshita is used to this sort of teasing. “That’s fine,” he says. “I’m only putting up with you because I felt like going to a party. But I could think of better things we could be doing.”
“Oh my god,” Futakuchi says, “are you flirting with me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Ennoshita says. “I ditched some new DVDs that came in the mail for this. It’s letting me down.”
They’re sitting in the corner of the room on a chair that’s just big enough for the two of them to fit in side-by-side, so Futakuchi jostles a bit as he moves to get his phone out of his pocket.
“Hold on,” he says, “I’ll call my mum to pick us up, and we can catch a film or two at my place.”
Ennoshita’s jaw drops as Futakuchi fiddles with his phone, completely oblivious to his own hypocrisy.
He really is frustrating—but, somehow Ennoshita feels that backing out of this friendship now would be the wrong move to make. So, he lets Futakuchi’s mum pick them up, lets Futakuchi pick out the films that evening. He goes along with it—if only just to see what happens.
3
The first time they go to a film together, properly, and not just watching from one of their beds with a laptop, Futakuchi insists on sitting right up the front. Ennoshita hates sitting up the front—he’s convinced that he’s actually short-sighted and just hasn’t mentioned it to anyone, and being too close to the screen is probably ruining his eyes even further.
“It makes sense that you’re the sort of person who sits up the front, though,” he says.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Futakuchi asks, tossing a bit of popcorn into the side of Ennoshita’s head.
“Case in point,” Ennoshita says.
“Man, you’re no fun,” Futakuchi says, aiming for his mouth with the next bit of popcorn. It misses, rolling down his face and into the cup-holder on his seat’s arm.
The ads start rolling, and Ennoshita gets out his phone. He’s never interested in ads in the cinema. Futakuchi, though, seems to know half the ads by heart, whispering along with them. It’s kind of obnoxious, but also kind of sweet. Ennoshita gets distracted texting, though, and almost misses it when someone leans forward from the row behind them and taps Futakuchi on the shoulder.
“Excuse me,” the person, an elderly man, says, “I hope you’re not going to talk all the way through the movie.”
“Excuse me,” Futakuchi scoffs.
“And I hope you’ll put your phone away,” the man says, addressing Ennoshita.
“Sorry,” Ennoshita says, not meeting the man’s gaze, “I’ll be done in a—”
“No way,” Futakuchi says, grabbing Ennoshita’s wrist before he can put his phone away, “it’s just the ads.”
The man looks affronted. “How dare you talk back to me, young man!”
“Quite easily,” Futakuchi says. “What’re you going to do, call the cops on me?”
“Who do you think you are?” the man asks.
Futakuchi gets a glint in his eyes, digging his fingers tighter into Ennoshita’s arm. “Do you know who I am?” he asks.
Ennoshita’s eyes go wide, and he gapes at Futakuchi.
“That’s it,” the man says, getting a clunky old phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling the—”
“Shit!” Futakuchi yelps, leaping to his feet, knocking over his popcorn and dragging Ennoshita with him. “Let’s run!”
Ennoshita, unfortunately, doesn’t need to be told twice, and shakes off Futakuchi’s hand as they run for the exit.
“Next time,” Futakuchi says, when they’re gasping for breath a few blocks away, “we’ll sit up the back.”
2
The first time they sit through a whole film at the cinema, Futakuchi has his girlfriend Saitou with him. Ennoshita’s kind of pissed off about it, because they’ve only been dating for a month, and this film night has been in the works since they were still in high school. Now, they’re juggling university assignments, and Futakuchi barely gets time to see his girlfriend outside of class, so he’s dragged her out tonight.
Saitou doesn’t seem to mind, though, so Ennoshita puts on his best brave face and tells himself not to be stupid about it. It’s just a movie, after all, and Futakuchi’s sitting between them, so Ennoshita can sort of pretend she’s not there and that he’s not a petty idiot.
And this time, they sit up the back.
Ennoshita’s got a bad habit of chatting during films, pointing out things about the cinematography, but Futakuchi doesn’t really mind. Halfway through, though, he goes oddly silent.
“—and when the lighting’s like that—Futakuchi?”
“Oh my gosh,” Saitou whispers, “he’s asleep.”
“Must be all those assignments catching up on him,” Ennoshita jokes.
“He’s a baby,” Saitou says. “Why do you even put up with him?”
“Why do you put up with him?” Ennoshita asks.
Saitou shrugs. “We were already friends. Some of our friends in physics thought we’d make a good couple, so we just went with it.”
“Makes sense,” Ennoshita says.
He’s about to say something else, but the dead weight of Futakuchi’s head drops onto his shoulder, and Ennoshita feels his expression slip into one he’s familiar with, the look he gets on his face whenever Futakuchi does something ridiculous and frustrating like this. Ennoshita doesn’t even bother to shake him off this time.
Saitou laughs, causing some people to turn around at glare at them. “That must be uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, well,” Ennoshita says, “I’ve been stuck with him for a while.”
“Yikes,” Saitou says. “At least I can ditch him whenever I want.”
1
The first time they go on a date, it’s by accident, and it almost doesn’t occur to Ennoshita that it’s a date at all.. Futakuchi was meant to be going out for dinner with Saitou, but, true to her word, she’s ditched him. And he doesn’t seem too fussed about it, Futakuchi’s hamming it up, which is presumably why he calls Ennoshita to come to the dinner reservation with him instead.
“I don’t know how I’m going to move on from her,” Futakuchi moans into his dessert.
“Five minutes ago you said you were happy to ‘play the field’ again,” Ennoshita points out. “Make up your mind.”
Futakuchi grins. “Do you think I’m being too dramatic?”
“I always think you’re too dramatic,” Ennoshita says. “I’m used to it. Anyway, Saitou texted me—she said you were fine about it.”
“Well,” Futakuchi says, “that’s whatever. Are you really going to take her side of the story over mine?”
“Yes,” Ennoshita says plainly.
“You wound me!” Futakuchi says. “I don’t know how to move on with my life, Ennoshita.”
“Why do you keep saying that?” Ennoshita asks.
“I wonder,” Futakuchi says. “Maybe—no, that’s stupid.”
Ennoshita frowns. “Go on.”
Futakuchi laughs. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s quite clearly not nothing,” Ennoshita says, beginning to get a bit frustrated, “if you keep—”
“Fine, fine,” Futakuchi says. This is obviously what he’d been angling for, though. He leans forward, resting his chin in his hands. “I was just thinking, maybe, you could help me move on with my life.”
Ennoshita gives him a look. Futakuchi is a pathetic flirt. He’s obnoxious and annoying in a lot of ways, but perhaps it’s his flirting that takes the—
“Oh my god,” Ennoshita says, “are we on a date?”
0
The first time they go on a proper date, it’s been raining and the streets are wet, and Futakuchi insists on holding the umbrella, “Just in case, Chikara!”
They haven’t really done anything yet, haven’t called it anything, but they spend more time together now, staying up later than usual, watching movies and falling asleep in each other’s dorms on each other’s beds. Today, though—the night before, Futakuchi had said they should go on a proper date, and Ennoshita had found himself agreeing despite every sense telling him it was a terrible idea.
It’s actually not a bad idea at all. Dating Futakuchi is almost the same as hanging out with him. He’s just as annoying, just as rude to strangers, full of just as many sharp remarks. Except he holds Ennoshita’s hand, and half the time instead of having a response on the tip of his tongue, he just smiles.
And when all of a sudden he wraps an arm around Ennoshita’s waist and yanks him away from the edge of the pavement, Ennoshita struggles to find an explanation until a bus speeds past and splashes a sheet of water right where they’d just been standing.
“Phew,” Futakuchi says, leaving his arm around Ennoshita, “just in time.”
Ennoshita cranes his neck a bit to see Futakuchi’s face, and when he does, he melts a bit. He can feel a similar look on his own face, one he’s not used to, at least not around Futakuchi. And his heart is beating twice as fast, almost leaping out of his chest with something like fondness.
“Oh,” he says, “I guess I like you after all.”
“Naturally,” Futakuchi says, pulling his arm away to put his hands on his hips. “What’s not to like about me? I’m handsome, smart, athletic—”
Now, Ennoshita feels the more familiar expression of annoyance and disbelief on his face. “I take it back,” he says. “You’re horrid.”
Futakuchi hums. “But you like me.”
“Yeah,” Ennoshita. “I do.”