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Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This is your last chance to get fills for unloved prompts from all previous rounds. Let's party!
(Pay attention to the prompt format this round, located below; it's different from previous rounds. Don't forget about the "Recs" bonus round either!)
This round ends at 7PM on August 22 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- NO NEW PROMPTS ALLOWED. It has to be a repost from a previous bonus round.
- You can repeat any previous bonus round prompt, whether it received fill(s) or not.
- You can repeat your own prompts.
- One prompt per post, post as many times as you want.
- If you're posting a prompt that's not yours originally, please check the toplevels to avoid posting repeats.
- Fills work the same way as every other round: don't fill your own or your teammates' prompts, including old reposted prompts. It works like this:
- Your teammate posts a prompt that was originally posted by a different team? You can fill that.
- Someone else posts a prompt originally created by you or your teammate? You cannot fill that.
- You post a prompt originally posted by another team? You can't fill that either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- 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 IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
blood, vomiting (mild), violence, violence to specific body parts (hands, face), choking (mild), sexual content
fight club, lowercase.
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Kageyama rules the ring like a tyrant that night.
Chin tucked in low, letting his feet lead fast and natural; there’s a trickle of red that drips from his nose and into the bared white of his teeth, and the pulse of it is like a fever heat pounding in his brain, keeps the rhythm steady in his throws, left, left, a quick right that pulls a sharp crack from Oikawa’s ribs, and each time he tastes fresh salt and copper and spit in his mouth, he tastes it sweet with the haze of victory.
This is what Oikawa always tastes like, a half thought somewhere in between the fleeting seconds as he missteps and takes Oikawa’s fist across the face, still not quite fast enough to keep pace with Oikawa, Oikawa who is so quick and clever on his feet, and Kageyama is eating it full in the mouth, the pained grunt choked off wet by a fresh burst of blood as the punch whips his head back, an awful crack in the way his body tries to compensate.
It’s only a tooth, and Kageyama spits it out, a spray of blood hitting the white and mint of Oikawa’s jersey, and Oikawa laughs, tuts at him from behind the elegant guard of his hands lifted high, “Ahh, that’s so nasty, Tobio. Are you going to clean that up for me after?"
Oikawa's idle chatter was the first lesson that Kageyama had ever learned.
Oikawa is holding onto the vintage of his glory with both hands held up, a false prayer in the pale lofting light of the concrete ring that casts a halo around the flip of his auburn hair, and he’s like a king always crowned as he ducks under Kageyama’s reach. "Don’t think I’m going to just give this to you”, mouth tilted into a smirk, because he knows the instinctive dance of Kageyama’s feet, knows because he’s followed it for so long, Kageyama a shadow who quickly outgrew his own.
(“Oikawa-san, please teach me,” as Oikawa flicks sweat and flyaway hair out of his face, dust in the air settling on the swaying punching bag. There’s so much trust and awe in Kageyama’s voice, still a boy’s voice not quite big enough to fill the breadth of his shoulders, and something in Oikawa twists dark and unpleasant, wants to remake everything about him.)
(“Oikawa-san, please teach me,” and Oikawa ignore him, but he does anyway, his hands a playful arc that Kageyama tracks diligently, ready, till they land a fast one-two blow to his belly that bends him over, retching into the packed dirt, and Oikawa laughs as Kageyama tears up from the bile that stings his mouth, doesn’t let him clean it until much later that evening.)
(When Kageyama starts moving like him, in the dark against his cock, in the ring chasing after his mouth; Oikawa knows that he’s just running out the clock now.)
A calculated right jab darts quick into the hairline fracture of Kageyama's guard, the easy elegance of it widening Kageyama’s eyes just enough to make Oikawa smile, as Kageyama's prize, the strong steady fingers, the natural genius hands, take three of Oikawa's knuckles with the crunch of bone giving way; but the face Kageyama makes is not a boy’s grimace anymore, it’s the focus of the fight, and Oikawa knows it’s over.
He’s not sure if it’s bone fragment that slices his tongue when Kageyama gets him with a cross, of course he would, turning the momentum around, he did learn from me afterall, the only thing he was ever good at, but Oikawa finally tastes blood in his mouth, and as his back hits the floor in a starbust of black behind his eyes, he’s glad that it’s as much Kageyama’s blood as his own.
--
The floor of the locker room is filthy with old blood and dirt, and Oikawa takes delight in pressing Kageyama’s back into the mess of it.
Bandaged hands run over the still intact curve of Kageyama’s naked collarbone, takes mental note for next time, and the soft protest of broken fingers is like an alarm that should ring them both out, but Kageyama biting down on the white and mint jersey stuffed into his mouth isn’t a no, the soft desperate grind of his hip isn’t a stop.
Oikawa presses heavy palms down on Kageyama’s chest, feels the stutter of breath tight in the lungs, watches the blood ooze slowly around fresh stitches running ragged across the shoulder. “You can do better than that, Tobio,” and he yanks the fabric from Kageyama’s mouth; the rough movement sets Kageyama’s nose bleeding again, and Oikawa smears two fingers through the red flooding Kageyama’s upper lip before slipping them into his mouth, deep enough that Kageyama makes a small choked noise, and it might be just be a moan around the salt on his tongue, before saliva floods his mouth and he tries not to gag around blood and skin.
“It’s always till the last man standing, Tobio,” and Oikawa smiles thinly in the dark.
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
th-the jersey tho eeeeeeeeeee <3333
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
a salute to you, with all of my heart
Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T