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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-06-09 08:58 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Images

Bonus Round 2: Images

Back by popular demand, this round uses official canon artwork as fodder for speculation and extrapolation.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

  • Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, 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 official, canon artwork.
    • Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
    • Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
  • 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.
    • Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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:

  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams
  • Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice.
  • Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
  • Visual example
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable)
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>
  • Visual example
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" />
  • Visual example

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.

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.

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!
luckycricket33: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2016-06-10 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Reiji & Ricardo Fellini, Gundam Build Fighters

putsch: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] putsch 2016-06-10 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
mizutani/izumi; oofuri

harklights: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] harklights 2016-06-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
on it
jinbeizaki: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke

[personal profile] jinbeizaki 2016-06-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Hongou Masamune/Furuya Satoru, Daiya no Ace
Tags: Manga spoiler (For those who didn't read Act II)

putsch: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] putsch 2016-06-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
sakuraba/takami/shin; eyeshield 21

Edited 2016-06-10 01:14 (UTC)
amisgurumis: (Default)

FILL: TEAM Kobayakawa Sena/Shin Seijuro, G

[personal profile] amisgurumis 2016-06-14 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
words: 921; tags: none

Shin is getting ready for his run home when he finds Sakuraba lying on the grass next to the football field. Practice had run particularly late that day, and it was already dark out; Shin couldn’t fault him for choose that spot, because when the lights surrounding the field were off, the area offered an unrivalled open view of the night sky. Sakuraba has his hands folded under his head, is propped up against his gym bag, and is staring absently upwards.

Shin pauses. Stops entirely. Turns. And takes a few careful steps.

“Are you alright?”

Sakuraba doesn’t react, but Shin knows that he must have heard him coming.

Sakuraba finally turns, looking at Shin as best he can over the bulk of his blue and white bag. “Yeah. Practice was tough today so I’m just taking a breather before I head home.”

Sakuraba has started running home like Shin, is trying to match Shin’s training routine even though he doesn’t have the endurance yet. Taking a break is a smart idea.

Shin thinks of the homework he still has to finish, calculates how long it will take him to get home this time of night and the minimum amount of sleep is necessary for him to function optimally the next day.

He takes another step forward, because despite all that there is a teammate he cares about lying on the grass by himself right now. “Do you mind if I join you?”

Sakuraba shrugs, but he does scoot over. Shin drops his bags and carefully lays next to him. They lie there, shoulders pressed together for some time before Sakuraba speaks.

“Do you still mean it?”

“Hm?” Shin shifts slightly to look at Sakuraba.

“About what you told me about what I could do since I wasn’t born with a miraculous talent that lends itself to playing football.”

Shin mulls over those words, thinking back to what he had said the last time they had talked about it. “I think…” Shin shakes his head and starts again. “I wasn’t born with the ability to play football either. What I do have is unwavering determination and pride in my abilities. The only reason I’m here playing football now is because you suggested I try it. Now that I’ve learned and developed my abilities, I keep pushing and improving. That’s all I can do. People call me a monster and a genius, but that’s because they don’t see all the effort and work behind it.”

Shin turns his head to look at Sakuraba, finds that Sakuraba has turned to watch Shin as he speaks. “Consider Kongo Agon. He is what people consider a true genius. He was born with natural abilities and an aptitude that lends itself to football. But also consider that he put little to no effort into improving himself and in the end he was beaten by Eyeshield. A player born through both aptitude and long years of training.”

“So what you’re saying is...if I work hard enough I can be a genius player too?”

Shin sighs, and tries to think of how to word his next answer.

“What are you two still doing here?”

Shin and Sakuraba both turn. Takami is standing a few feet away, looking at the two of them with something between fondness and exasperation.

“Oh. Takami-san, I guess we were just hanging out.” Sakuraba smiles back at the team captain.

“Just hanging out, huh? That sounded like a pretty heavy conversation to me.”

Takami walks over and drops his bags next to Shin’s, goes to squat on the other side of Sakuraba. Sakuraba pushes himself to sit up a little more; Shin stays in the same position, watching the two of them.

“Sakuraba, I believe what Shin is trying to say is that there aren’t any real geniuses in sports. There are those born with aptitude, but what’s more important in to build your skill and find something that only you can do.” Takami reaches out and nudged Sakuraba’s shoulder gently. “We’ve all seen how hard you’ve been working lately. Football is a sport you play with a team, so why don’t you have a little faith in your teammates and let us support you as you’re trying to find yourself?”

Shin sees the barely-there shake of Sakuraba’s shoulders after Takami finishes speaking. He quickly sits up, reaches out to put a hand on Sakuraba’s other shoulder and gives him a firm nod when the blonde turns around to face him. Sakuraba in return, offers him a slightly watery smile, blinking too quickly a few times.

“Now then.” Both second years turn back to Takami, who is giving them a firm look. He pauses and pushes his glasses up. “It is the middle of the school week and I think you two have dawdled here long enough. As your captain I’m telling you to get home.”

“Right right--sorry for holding the two of you up.” Sakuraba jumps to his feet and grabs his stuff, slinging the gym bag over one shoulder and his school bag over the other. “Have a good night senpai!” He calls over his shoulder as he jogs away.

Shin picks up his bags more slowly, and gives a quick bow that Takami returns, before he too jogs off, catching up to Sakuraba easily and then purposefully slowing his pace to match.

Takami watches the two of them go for a moment, then starts off to the bus stop to follow his own advice as well.
luckycricket33: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[personal profile] luckycricket33 2016-06-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Fukutomi Juichi &/ Kinjou Shingo Yowamushi Pedal

and the image is from Chihayafuru, a nominated fandom, so it counts

i should be sorry shouldn't i
iwaizumemes: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya

[personal profile] iwaizumemes 2016-06-10 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
you mean this isn't what happened in pedals? Fukutomi wasn't chasing Kinjou so he could confess his love?

(no subject)

[personal profile] catlarks - 2016-06-10 01:18 (UTC) - Expand
blueminuet: (Snake Juice)


[personal profile] blueminuet 2016-06-10 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru (Prince of Tennis)

Tags: potential sexual content

prillalar: (kaidoh hufflepuff)


[personal profile] prillalar 2016-06-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my god, that rent boy outfit. How does his mother let him leave the house wearing that?


[personal profile] psiten - 2016-06-23 20:22 (UTC) - Expand


[personal profile] blueminuet - 2016-08-17 04:18 (UTC) - Expand
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[personal profile] chiharu 2016-06-10 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Nigou & Kuroko Tetsuya &/ Aomine Daiki &/ Momoi Satsuki KnB
No tags

Edited 2016-06-10 01:18 (UTC)
winterstuck: (Default)


[personal profile] winterstuck 2016-06-18 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
i just want to say that i screamed so hard over this prompt and it is killing me that i don't know how to go about filling this orz
garciraki: (Default)


[personal profile] garciraki 2016-06-10 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Tsukishima Kei/Hinata Shouyou (Haikyuu!!)
manga spoilers

mousapelli: (Tsukkisaurus)


[personal profile] mousapelli 2016-06-10 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
this was literally the first screencap that popped into my head when i was reading the rules up there
chiharu: (Kunimi-chan)


[personal profile] chiharu 2016-06-10 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Kageyama Tobio &/ Kunimi Akira Haikyuu
No tags

chromatic_coma: (sheepish)

FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[personal profile] chromatic_coma 2016-06-10 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
no tags apply, 615 words

Kageyama had never seen Kunimi's smile. He hadn't even realized that he'd never seen it until the day he actually saw it, as plain on his face as his boredom ever was.

Smiles were a sore subject for Kageyama, who was often called out by his new teammates for having a creepy, vaguely-demonic looking grin. He often wondered if it was the sort of thing that just came naturally to some people and not others. And without even thinking about it, when faced with Kunimi's broad grin, Kageyama realized he'd always assumed Kunimi had the same problem he did.

Kindaichi had always been the emotional one of the three of them, the one who wore his heart on his sleeve; even Kageyama could tell when he was acting strangely around a specific girl in their class. Annoyance, relief, anger, joy – it didn't matter if the emotion was positive or negative, Kindaichi was just that transparent. And Kageyama could relate to a lack of control over his emotions, though in his case it seemed the only thing he could express to others was his frustration, his anger.

Kunimi was different from them – stone-faced, aloof, and stoic. Kageyama had never seen him smile, and so he assumed that was because Kunimi never smiled, that nothing could ever make him. Least of all volleyball, which he seemed to do with such reluctance that at times Kageyama wondered why he even showed up to practice at all.

And then there it was, just on the opposite side of the net; Kunimi in a huddle with his teammates, a smile on his face. It seemed gentle, somehow, unlike the grins that squinted Hinata's eyes. Pleasant, easy-going, soft... a lot like Kunimi himself. The qualities that Kageyama had despised about him on the court now lingered on his mind well after the match, and the tournament, were well and gone.

It took too many months for Kageyama to realize that he yearned to be the one to put that smile on Kunimi's face. It took a Miyagi training camp during Golden Week of his second year, glimpses of Kunimi smiling to himself at some comment Aoba Johsai's libero made at their breakfast table, of smug smirks when his spike thwarted a block, of one intimate smile directed at Kindaichi's back that Kageyama definitely wasn't meant to see.

For over a year he had been mourning the loss of the respect of his teammates, the only friends he came close to having; now Kageyama was mourning the people, the person, Kunimi Akira. Mourning the friendship that could have been but never was.

He froze in the doorway of the boys' room one night of the training camp when he saw Kunimi washing his face at the sink. Kunimi looked up at the sound of the door opening, and their eyes met in the mirror.

“Were... Have you been crying?” Kageyama asked tactlessly. And he knew it was rude, but he couldn't just ignore it, either. Besides, Kunimi had already seen and expected the worst of him.

As expected, Kunimi didn't answer, and turned back to the sink to finish what he was doing. Kageyama fought back a huff and entered the bathroom properly. He hesitated when he was close enough to Kunimi to feel the heat coming off of his back.

“For what it's worth, which probably isn't all that much coming from me, um. Your smile is. N-Nice. And you should do that more.”

Without waiting for an answer, Kageyama hustled into one of the stalls and held his breath until he heard the sound of footsteps moving away, ending with the opening and closing of the bathroom door.

[this is so sad I am so sorry]
catlarks: (SASO: Cards)


[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-10 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Takashima Rei & Miyuki Kazuya or Takashima Rei & Kominato Ryousuke or Takashima Rei & Kataoka Tesshin (daiya no ace)

tags: none, optional body horror or demonic possession in fills maybe?

[STEADY CHANTING] demon summoner AU, demon summoner AU, demon summoner AU!! Please accept my choices in demon summoner, also, I'm perfectly alright with any of these combos being romo, t b h
Edited (forgot tags whoops) 2016-06-10 01:27 (UTC)
hqqt: (Default)

Fill: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, T

[personal profile] hqqt 2016-06-23 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
mild sexual references, demon contracts, minor body horror, very minor blood, self harm and implied trans character in sexual situation.

Word count: 1561

((Here, Lira, have this thing that caters to you 110%.))

All things considered, Miyuki isn't expecting this to work. He's done his research, put in the hours and the dedication, but sometimes that isn't enough, sometimes the universe doesn't want teenagers sneaking out in the middle of the night to wait on a crossroads for a demon to hear their call.

But, Miyuki didn't think that was any reason not to try.

He pricks his finger with the blade of a pair of scissors. A drop of blood wells up and he squeezes it to make it bud faster. The drop grows large enough that gravity takes over and pulls it to the road. It lands without a sound, and nothing happens.

There isn't a soul in sight, this shopping district was abandoned years ago. A few stragglers, too poor or too attached to leave, keep the area ticking over but signs of neglect are littered everywhere — bolts on the ground where vending machines once stood, windows boarded up under signs with peeling calligraphy so worn Miyuki can only take guesses on what the shops once sold.

Miyuki followed his gut when choosing this spot for the ritual. He worked out several places with enough power flowing through them that, if it was going to work, it would work, but this one had felt right. This one had felt like it was made for the task. But, he thinks and sighs inwardly, whatever feeling he had about the spot hasn't brought what he asked for to him.

He slumps to the ground, his trousers can handle the dirt, and lets his head fall back on his shoulders so he's staring at the sky. The light from the city hides the stars and it's a new moon tonight so Miyuki doesn't search for it behind the soft clouds that inch their way above him in the wind.

"Miyuki Kazuya?" asks a rich, controlled voice.

Miyuki's head snaps up and he twists in search of the speaker.

She moves her pen in a flick over a piece of paper pinned to a clipboard.

"Miyuki-san, you have business with me today?"

"Uh," he replies as his mind scrambles to catch up with the proceedings.

The woman standing before him is precise. Her grey trousers hang in pressed creases, her blouse is tucked into them and hanging in perfect folds at her elbows. It's low cut, but Miyuki can't see any sign of a bra from where he's sitting.

She tucks her pen into the top of her clipboard and holds out her hand to pull him up from the dirt. He catches a glimpse of red lace before he focuses on her face.

She wears glasses but he can't tell what colour they're supposed to be. It could be a trick of the light, but he doubts it.

Twin pairs of horns peek out from her hair, dark black and pointed. The urge to lick them strikes him, and he physically shakes his head to get himself back to business.

"I want a challenge," he says and her eyebrows rise. He licks his lips. "I want to never know whether my team will win or lose until the game is over."

She notes something down on her form, finishing with a firm dot. "You don't want fame or success?"

He shakes his head. Those things will come without him selling his soul to help them along. He wants a challenge more than anything. The taste of victory is never sweeter than when it is just out of reach. "Nah, just the challenge."

"And how would you define 'your team'?" she asks, tapping her pen against the clipboard. It's a ball point, the kind you pick up in a packet of twelve for three hundred yen, but pitch black. He supposed there are some things demons need in order to keep up appearances.

He hesitates. Her question is simple but he hasn't thought about anything close to an answer. Whatever team he's on, whatever team he winds up catching for, through destiny, serendipity or coincidence, if it's his he won't hold back. Here, he supposes he can be honest. With the cost he's giving, there's no room to play the fool and beat around the bush.

"The team that I belong to," he says. Belonging to a set of people isn't a luxury he's been allowed these past three years. He's liked Seidou, and owes the school a lot, but he didn't let himself belong, he didn't want to let it own him like that, not yet.

"I see," says the demon.

When she speaks, Miyuki's eyes are drawn to her mouth. He thinks it's part of her demon nature, like a sweet scent to lure in prey. Honestly, he's surprised he called up a woman for the task when sex is a weapon in play to trap him. But maybe the forces that be know him better than he knows himself.

"And you understand what you must give up to uphold your end of the bargain?"

He nods. "Not much to a soul, right?"

She smiles, but doesn't answer his half question.

She offers him the clipboard. A nearly completed form is pinned to it. "If you agree to the terms of this arrangement, please sign at the cross."

He supposes it's something like a joke that the cross in question is shaped like a 't' and not an 'x'.

He skims the details. Her handwriting is tidy and round, like a school girl's that hasn't matured yet. The contract is written in Japanese but when he's not looking directly at it, he can see Roman and Cyrillic letters along with Korean characters and half a dozen other scripts he can't name. It all seems very standard. One soul for a challenge.

He signs.

There is no change, nothing to tell him he's contracted his soul away, no feeling that he is now separate from the people he never dared to call friends.

She takes the clipboard back and pulls the form off. She rubs her fingers over one corner of it and it ignites. The flames that turn the paper into ash are orange and red and reflect in her glasses.

"Is that all?" he asks. If they're done he needs to get back to sleep so he can be alert for morning practice.

"Not quite," she says, her tone filled with warmth and amusement.

She leans in, and he realises he's taller than her, she reaches up to pull the back of his neck down and press their lips together.

One of her hands finds its way to his stomach and the thought that he should have done more sit-ups flashes though his mind before she's pressing her tongue into his mouth and encouraging him to taste her own.

Their glasses clink together and the spell is broken. His chest is tight and his tingling lips take an easy second in his mind to the nagging feeling of wetness and heat between his legs. He's never been so turned on in his life.

"Come along, Miyuki-san," she says.

He blinks.

"I need to-" he begins.

"Follow me," she finishes for him. He shifts his weight to his other foot, his body must still be distracting him because his mind is having a hard time keeping up with her words. "You need to meet the rest of your team. My name is Rei. I trust we will enjoy working together."

Even as she speaks, he can feel a pressure building between his shoulder blades and his incisors shifting in his mouth.

Oh, he thinks. It's the last human thought he ever has.

Years down the line, or decades, it's hard to know when time passes like a tide that ebbs and flows, he is called to a crossroads and he faces a baseball player, like he was an eternity ago.

"Wow, you're kind of scrawny, aren't you?" he says, putting on the show with his grin to show off his fangs and wings half spread behind him. He flips his collection of forms to the next page. They seem to get more complicated every day and he never bothers to keep them pinned straight to the clipboard. "Tanba-kun, is it?"

Tanba nods, squeezes the baseball in his hand like it's his only comfort in the world.

"Well, Tanba-kun," he says. "What can I do for you today?"

Tanba does his best to straighten up. "I would like to play with friends." He doesn't look at Miyuki as he says it but into the black, moonless sky over his shoulder.

Miyuki's grin stretches to its limit, and then a little bit further. "Sounds like a pretty shitty deal to me, Tanba-kun," he says, mind a hundred steps ahead of his mouth. "But I'll see what we can do."

After they've sealed the contract and Miyuki has wiped his mouth dry with the back of his hand, he links his fingers with Tanba's and tugs him in a random direction.

He gets a confused expression and a stiffened back with his heels dug in, in response. Miyuki's heart hammers in his chest. Tanba's erection is visible through his jeans and Miyuki let's his eyes linger on it, just so Tanba knows that he's seen it.

"What, did you think we were talking about baseball?" Miyuki tugs again. "Come on. We have work to do."
Edited 2016-06-23 06:30 (UTC)
putsch: (Default)

PROMPT: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[personal profile] putsch 2016-06-10 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
agon&/hiruma; eyeshield 21

Edited 2016-06-10 01:23 (UTC)


[personal profile] queenschnee 2016-06-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
tags: swearing (cause of Hiruma)
also i had to do this immediately because I was so hit by FEELINGS for these jerks

word count: 470

If only, huh? The phrase resonates with him and the sharp edge of longing cuts deeply. How many times had those words crossed his mind since he’d started playing? Clinging to him like an annoying second skin? That thought that was filled with so much bitter longing?

There’s certainly truth to it. Yeah, if only he’d had a body like Agon’s then he could have done a lot of things. One of the most annoying things about the bastard (and there was a long list or those mind you) was the seemingly endless growth that his body and annoyingly useful God Speed Reaction offered him. Hiruma might have killed for his ridiculous stamina alone. Hell, even with a body like the shrimp’s then Hiruma could have…

But the thought only goes that far before it stops, because he doesn’t have the fucking dread’s physique, or ridiculous stamina, or even Sena’s shrimpy body. He’s known since a long time ago that he didn’t have a lot of things.

What he does have is a body that’s weathered hundreds and hundreds of hours for this sport; a body that’s been dragged through practice after practice and game after game and even across the hellish landscape of the United States on a death march. The calluses on his fingers alone, just from throwing the ball, run deep and each speak volumes about the hours spent honing his technique and accuracy and the hundred other little things that ensure that the ball will land in the fucking monkey’s hands each time.

What he has are strategies and trick plays and the guts to go for the crazy or unexpected play; even the ones that have much, much higher chances of failing than succeeding. It’s one thing that guys like Agon don’t have. He might have been able to literally run laps around Hiruma, but when it came to planning and scheming, Hiruma might as well have been number one in that category.

So yeah, he’s not the fastest or strongest guy on the field at the moment, but that doesn’t matter at all. In this crazy, chaotic sport he didn’t have to be. On this battlefield he had the shrimp if he needed speed and crazy bastards like Gaou or the fatass if he needed power, and ever crazier bastards like Shin if he needed both. In this sport he didn’t need a body like Agon’s.

He just needed to play smart with that he did have. American football was a sport where ordinary men could challenge those gods at the top if they had the strength and willpower to keep on fighting, and you could bet your ass that he had both.

After all, no one could change the cards that they were dealt, but they could always choose how they played them.
tempestuously: ([not!kamui] i keep this for trauma)


[personal profile] tempestuously 2016-06-10 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Nanase Haruka & Matsuoka Rin & Tachibana Makoto & Hazuki Nagisa & Ryugazaki Rei, Free!
No tags

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[personal profile] platina 2016-06-10 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Would HaruRin be ok?
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[personal profile] chiharu 2016-06-10 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Kunimi Akira &/ Kindaichi Yuusuke &/ Yahaba Shigeru &/ Kyoutani Kentarou &/ Watari SHinji Haikyuu
No tags

Edited 2016-06-10 01:20 (UTC)
kiyala: (yab)

FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G

[personal profile] kiyala 2016-06-22 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
no tags
word count: 477
I made it kyouhaba, with the others also there, I hope that's okay!

"We'll lock up, don't worry," Yahaba calls out, standing just outside the club room. "Just go on without us."

"Are you sure?" Kindaichi asks, frowning. "If you need help with anything—"

"We'll be fine," Yahaba interrupts, waving. "Watari was happy to leave. You should follow his lead. Don't worry about your senpai. We'll be heading off soon anyway."


"Kindaichi," Kunimi interrupts, walking away already. "Come on."


"Good night!" Kunimi calls out, glancing up behind him. Yahaba stays where he is, leaning against the railing and watching them leave. Kyoutani, not quite as patient, is already opening the door of the club room and walking inside.

"Get home safe," Yahaba says, and waits until they're gone before he turns away, walking back into the club room.

Kyoutani is waiting for him, and pounces the moment they're alone, pushing Yahaba up against the door. "I thought they'd never leave."

"Watari was trying to lead by example. Besides, Kunimi was trying his best too," Yahaba laughs, steadying himself with his hands on Kyoutani's shoulders. "Kindaichi is just so earnest about wanting to help. I don't think he really got the hint."

Kyoutani grumbles quietly, nuzzling against Yahaba's neck. "At least they're gone now."

"Yeah." Yahaba's lips twitch into a smile as the tip of Kyoutani's nose tickles his skin. "That's true."

Kyoutani's lips are soft and warm as he kisses Yahaba's neck, then works his way up. He has Yahaba pinned against the door, unable to move. Yahaba doesn't mind at all, tilting his head back, letting Kyoutani do as he pleases. It's a nice contrast from when they're on the court, or at practice, and Yahaba is the one calling the shots, as team captain. Here, he's entirely in Kyoutani's ands and there's a certain freedom that comes with that too. He doesn't have to think, doesn't have to do anything but trust Kyoutani and let him do whatever he's in the mood for.

Which, right now, appears to be pressing countless tiny kisses along Yahaba's neck, then across his cheeks, over his forehead, down the slope of his nose, finally ending at his lips.

"I bet Watari and Kunimi think we're doing dirty things in here when everyone else is gone," Yahaba murmurs with a smile, as he feels Kyoutani's thumb stroking his cheek. "Can you imagine what they'd do if they found out that it's just because you're actually the biggest cuddle monster the world has ever seen?"

"Shut up," Kyoutani mutters. "I can bite you, if that's what you want me to do."

"You could," Yahaba allows, "but you'd probably kiss it better afterwards, wouldn't you?"

"Shut up," Kyoutani says again, but then he does exactly that.

Yahaba doesn't mind letting the team assume whatever they want to. If it gives him this time alone with Kyoutani, he isn't going to complain at all.
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Miyuki Kazuya/Furuya Satoru (daiya no ace)

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Look, I know the actual context this is said in. I don't care. Bangs fists on desk, Furuya fucks like he pitches! FURUYA FUCKING LIKE HE PITCHES.
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Hard, fast, zones out halfway through and is replaced by Eijun?

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[personal profile] hapaxlegomenon 2016-06-10 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Mikoshiba Momotarou & Mikoshima Seijurou; Free!
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[personal profile] chiharu 2016-06-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Akashi Seijuurou &/ Kuroko Testuya KnB

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[personal profile] princesssid 2016-06-10 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Sawamura Eijun/Kuramochi Youchi, daiya no ace

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[personal profile] tempestuously 2016-06-10 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Nanase Haruka/Matsuoka Rin, Free!

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Yes, I'm using the only official art of meido!Rin because I'm a cheater like that.
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Takao Kazunari &/ Midorima Shintarou &/ Kuroko Tetsuya KnB
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[personal profile] eliphone 2016-06-23 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The first time Kazunari slung his arm over Kuroko’s shoulder he didn’t know what was happening (which was the case most of the time when it came to Kazunari). He didn’t know about the years of tension and months of separation between Kuroko and Shin-chan, he didn’t know how good of a basketball player Kuroko really was, and he certainly didn’t know that Shin-chan would get as angry as he did.

So the first time was a joke; the utter upset caused by Seirin really took the cake for memorable events of the day so Shin-chan, and presumably Kuroko, forgot about Kazunari’s stray arm. The first time was a joke, but the second one wasn’t. And neither was the third, or the forth, or any subsequent number after Kazunari lost count.
Seeing Shin-chan’s pissed face was real funny, no doubt, but seeing Kuroko’s confused face (when he could see it, that is) was even better! Kazunari was sure they were on the fast track to forever friends, no doubt, cause after all, shouldn’t shadows stick together?

Kuroko agreed, probably, but Shin-chan was very vocal about how “Takao you’re and idiot,” and “You’re not friends,” and “Call me Shin-chan one more time and I’ll murder you!” Silly stuff like that was common routine.
Kazunari, being the wonderful friend that he was, tried to fix the problem by slinging his arm over Shin-chan’s shoulder as well. There, no jealousy, problem solved. Except, not really, because the height difference between them meant Kazunari was at a really awkward angle, and then when Shin-chan shrugged him off (the nerve!) he accidentally fell on top of Kuroko.

The five minutes after that incident were mostly filled with Shin-chan trying to grab Kazunari where he had fallen of Kuroko. This was made difficult by Kazunari himself, who had taken to sobbing over what he thought was Kuroko’s dead body.

So the arm thing would take some fixing, no big deal. Ladders were tried, ladders failed. Trying to get Shin-chan to help was also a no-go because Shin-chan was bitter and never really did anything when Kuroko was around besides try to read his (ex-)friend his horoscope.

But Kazunari would not give up! The fact that both Kuroko and Shin-chan wanted him to was inconsequential to the grand scheme of things. Besides, having Takao around gave Shin-chan an excuse to actually interact with people without needing a basketball court. Kazunari was a philanthropist, no doubt about it, maybe even a saint.
So Kuroko hung out with Shin-chan because Kuroko was never going to let go of middle school, Shin-chan hung out with Kazunari because he was the only one to carry around him lucky items, and Kazunari hung out with Kuroko because none of his other friends were short enough to act as an armrest. Win win!
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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-10 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
MiyukiKazuya/ & Sawamura Eijun optional: / & Furuya Satoru (daiya no ace)

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Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2016-06-10 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Onoda Sakamichi/Imaizumi Shunsuke & Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta & Manami Sangaku, Yowamushi Pedal
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just join me in laughing at manami sangaku's suffering that's literally all i care about.
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[personal profile] princesssid 2016-06-10 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Narumiya Mei/Tanba Kouichirou, daiya no ace

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context: he's saying this after tanba screws up...
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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-10 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
I believe what the kids would say is, THIS HOLE, IT WAS MADE FOR ME

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[personal profile] chiharu 2016-06-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Alexandra Garcia &/ Momoi Satsuki &/ Aida Riko knb
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FILL: team Miyuki Kazuya/Miyuki Kazuya, Rated G

[personal profile] iwaizumemes 2016-06-11 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
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“That’s Kagamin’s coach, right?” Momoi asks, leaning conspiratorially towards Riko.

I’m Kagami’s coach. But she was his mentor.” Riko replies, not taking her eyes off of Alex.

The woman, Alex Garcia, six feet of blonde, impressive American is laughing and clapping Kagami hard enough on the back that he winces. Riko and Momoi have found themselves set apart from the rest of the boys, their teams each milling around in a weird mix of friendships and rivalries, while they stand and watch. Watching is what Riko is best at, she concludes, so she doesn’t mind being left out of many of the conversations. Momoi’s not bad company, either.

“Do you think she’s noticed us staring, Aida-san?” Momoi says, and from what Riko can see, Momoi is indeed staring, not even turning her head to speak.

Riko turns to her, then, eyebrows raised. “I’m not staring.” She says flatly.

“Um, Riko-chan,” Momoi replies with annoying familiarity, “We’re both staring.”

Riko scoffs, rolls her eyes and turns away again. Despite Momoi’s comment she does find herself looking at Alex again as she walks from group to group, talking loudly and laughing. She’s an intimidating presence even if you didn’t know her statistics or her reputation from her days in the WNBA. She’s done so much, and Riko can see the power in the lines of her body, the numbers in how she moves.

“She’s looking this way!” Momoi whispers frantically, and Riko realizes she had begun to space out, daydreaming about professional basketball careers and what it would feel like to coach at that level.

She looks at Momoi, and then turns to see Alex walking right towards them.

“Girls!” Alex exclaims in English, and before they can even move she wraps them both in a hug, pulling them against her chest. “So nice to see some feminine faces around here,” she continues in nearly perfect Japanese as she lets them go, “all these boys are starting to get on my nerves!”

Riko laughs nervously, and its Momoi who is able to speak up first. “They’re not all bad, but Aomine-kun needs to stop being so hostile.” She looks past them across the court where Riko can just see Aomine leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

Alex seems to realize Momoi is talking about someone present as well, and follows Momoi’s eyeline. “Oh? Is that one yours then?”

Momoi’s jaw drops and then she lets out a hysterical giggle. “We’ve been friends forever.” She says instead.

“She’s like his mom.” Riko adds, and, at that, Alex laughs.

“These boys sure are a handful aren’t they.” Her voice is almost wistful.

Riko and Momoi agree in unison and they all burst into laughter.

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[personal profile] tempestuously 2016-06-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Tachibana Makoto/Matsuoka Rin, Free

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Movie date~
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Fill: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

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[personal profile] blueminuet 2016-06-10 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Himuro Izumi/Hayakawa Ryo (Princess Nine)

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