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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.

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elucidatedlucy: absolutely purposefully terrible (moirail party)

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2016-06-16 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Tags: none! trans HC pronoun. yknow. moirail party. presumably.
Word count: 2500

Lavish interior, scarlet velvet soaked with inky blue between what little gold shone by moon and flashlight - one of the best parts of this line of work had to be the image. Teshima couldn't remove his gloves, but spun his fingers along expensive furnishings regardless.

"Not like they'll have it much longer," he chuckled, under his breath.

Maybe as many as six years back, they'd all learned it was smarter not to come in with comms attached - too easy to track and tap, regardless of model. No one would respond, and he needed to set to work. Twenty minutes was as many as it took to end a lifetime, so much as four rounds of patrols to survive. He'd figured that part out himself. Casing buildings, playing every part it took, dressed down in suits and hats and careful masks of camera versus paper, it was all the more of what sparks of fun there were to steal. Usefulness.

"You're leaving so soon?"

Bright mornings set aside seaside apartments. Teshima had twisted his hair up, still dripping, even then barely tamed by the elastic tie.

"You know how it goes." He was more at ease, wearing starry worn t-shirts, slouching half a pace behind sensibility. "Business is always calling."

"Oh," Onoda had said. "Yeah! I know. I was just hoping I could get you to go with me to the theater this weekend! If I'd known, I would have gotten us there sooner ..."

"You already know this place well enough for that?" This season, Onoda was living off Hiroshima's furthest coast. He still had a hard time believing it - everywhere they went, on call and retrieval. Their ever-modest smile never left their face, no matter how many times it happened. "Last time you took me out after moving, we got stuck in a host bar on gratuity."

They always puffed up into a flustered mess.

It was as simple as it had ever been, growing up together, apart, back again.

Just because a wall of glass and ocean stood at his back, alongside the rising sun -

Merely because the moon shone down over him as he slipped out wires and cables, metal clicking against his teeth, deep past midnight -

Didn't mean anything had changed with the closest thing to a cousin he had left.

"All you need to do is hook up the tap to the main system." Memorized, spoken over and over again, a dozen familiar voices - reminding him not to make a mistake - reminding him how easy it was for someone like him to do just that. "We're not asking for much."

Teeth wouldn't slice rubber. It would have made him feel better if they would. Falling back to the miniature blade sticking at his thumb, he could do this. And he would. And eventually, when he surfaced for a simple breath of normalcy, it would feel like he'd done something good.

Slipping out a touchpad, he started digging. They had safeguards - more than he'd realized.

"You should stay in safe, anyway." His mind always wandered, breaking down over-familiar walls - it was just more chains, more code, more numbers. "Haven't you heard about those thefts going around the country recently?"

Onoda most often ate cereal in the morning. When Teshima visited, he stood over an underused stove, spinning spatulas and spoons to the side, listening to them quietly apologize for an understocked refrigerator.

"Um," the usual unsure hum. "What do you mean?"

"Those cyber thieves!" A wide enough grin to take up a room, if he could have ever beaten them in sun or smiling. "Next thing you know, they'll be hacking into theaters to play all their favorite films, and you'll just have wasted your money."

"Oh! No, no, no, there are all kinds of safeguards against that sort of interference, and even if they took every screen, the company would probably give refunds, and ..." Onoda explained everything with shining eyes, but here they had paused, a tiny frown surfacing. "But why would they do that?"

"Probably because they got bored," he laughed.

"I'm sure there's better things they could do with their time! Skills like that could do a lot to help!"

"That's not really what they're thinking about."

Furrowed brow and rice, furtive laughter and over-priced rolls, morning was easy absurdity.

Teshima grit his teeth together - could feel the cold sweat beginning to rise to his head - code knitting back together behind him, a tension heavy enough to cause the whole system to fire up in alert. At this point the best he could do was escape - but that had never once been an option.

Better than him, then.

All he had to do was set the tap into the system, and make sure no one else would notice it. There was nothing more he had to do to complete the contract. Nothing else that needed to be done to get everyone else through to the next mission.


He'd seen plenty of cities at this point. Kept track of so many more people than he had the right to. If doing this was what it took to have had the chance for any of that - a dozen times over, the friendly almost-family of someone who could hardly bring themself to use a given name, it seemed good enough.

"You're here!"

Surprising them, at every open door, with a grin and a wave, the ever-unexpected visit and house warming gift. "I got the new address from Makishima," ever-lasting excuses. "Did you really not know where the apartment would be until now?"

Alarms going off in these kinds of places weren't building-wide. They weren't anything others would notice. It was all quiet, in ears, phones, precise guided notifications as pinpoint as a sniper.

All he knew was that in one moment, the room was little more than inky sea - the next, lit fire by the single spark of an open door. He didn't even have time to put away his touchpad.

The same words as ever.

Something in him wanted to run to jump through the only window in the room, even this many stories up.

"It's lucky we end up working around the same parts so often!" Onoda had said, once. Only once.

"That's miracles for you," Teshima said, through tight one-armed embraces. But he always said that.

Hey, Mii-chi, he could remember - laughing, grinning, always looking forward to another rare spark of genuine goodness. Are you ever going to settle down? I don't think I could keep up with all this moving forever.

His eyes refused to adjust.

But blurry as Onoda was, he could imagine the words on their lips. He didn't need to be told.

One hand moved - but not to a taser - not to anything. The closest he could tell was the sight of a piece twisting off their ear, knocking their glasses off balance.

"I knew it..."

He couldn't speak.

"We need to get out of here." It was a whisper - somehow carrying all the same spirit and nervous excitement as every greeting, each apology, all the goodness they'd ever given him. "There aren't many other people around right now, but they'll get suspicious if I'm up here for too long."

Dragged up, there was no barrage of questions, no gunfire flaying flesh, just - the muted thump of heels against carpet. Onoda looked just the same as they ever did, even dressed out between security and code - suit jackets couldn't do anything to make them look older. In instants, between the stress crushing his lungs and the truth of the situation, it felt like he could almost breathe.

"Hey," he tried to speak - coughed behind a hand, realizing how tightly they were holding the other. "Hey!" They didn't stop. "Mii-chi."

It was little more than the shift of light, but it was their glasses as they glanced back, finally.

"So, uh." It was a slower pace, no easier for it. "Just wondering what it is you're doing here, you know how it is." He couldn't force it all out. Teshima couldn't bring himself to say the truth.

"I'm really sorry!" Onoda spun around for an instant, hands held up around his. "I don't think we really have time right now."

"You do realize -" Pulled as he was out of his words with their jerk forward, down halls he didn't know - windows and roofs the extent of his knowledge - he still pushed forward. "Just who you're aiding and abetting, right?" He hadn't known he was so desperate as it sounded.

"I'm helping a family member get to safety," they answered. Clear eyes barely visible in a glance back, they said, as though it was so simple - "That's what I'm here for!"

"You're a," and he slapped a hand over his mouth, too loud, always. Instead, he hissed, "I'm not going to let you ruin your future for my sake!"

Three stories and they passed the elevator, bouncing down stairs, past vents, pressure and - he shouldn't have wanted to smile, here. Just because they were pulling him forward again. They shouldn't have been here. Ground floor, they paused, just outside the door. Watching them fix their tie and hat, straightened out, only made him more aware of his ridiculous get-up.

He almost asked if they'd even heard him.

But Onoda said, "You always tells me about miracles." For someone so soft, they shouldn't have had such an overwhelming determination behind small smiles. "We can make our own sometimes, right?"

Teshima remembered he was wearing contacts as his eyes burned. He wouldn't cry. "Yeah," he said. "That's right."

Their hand was shaking in the first step forward and he squeezed as best he could. He couldn't do much of anything for them. But they held on as though that meant the world.

"Onoda, where have you been?"

Other guards.

Despite how Teshima stood right next to them, everyone looked at Onoda with fond smiles, when they awkwardly laughed.

"I'm so sorry, I was just meeting with my cousin!" Before anyone could ask, any possible derails, anything that led toward the truth - they said, "We were supposed to go see a movie tonight, but I completely forgot how late I'd be staying ..."

Understanding nods. The murmur of - "You have just started working," the hum of agreement between so few people left, "Graveyard shift is rough this early on."

But one person said, "Why's he dressed like that?" It wasn't suspicious - but it caught in his chest, genuine curiosity as it was.

"It's cosplay!" Onoda's eyes were already sparkling. "I really wanted to get something together myself, the two of us always go to premieres in matching outfits! We have for as long as we've known each other!"

"Oh -" So easily accepted. "It would be, wouldn't it." Soft. "Onoda's such a geek." Laughter. "But not so bad about it, at least." As though he wasn't there, as though he wasn't a criminal in plain sight. "That outfit's pretty cool, too." As though his own coffin wasn't closing around them as well.

"Huh," someone too close for comfort. "You two really have the same eyes. Guess you are related."

"Right?!" Onoda beamed brighter than the sun.

He should have confessed on the spot.

If he was strong, he would have.

"Yup," instead. Drawing an arm around their shoulders, grinning. "Just about as close as you could be."


Breakfast set by the rising sun, a wall of glass and ocean.

Onoda ate as though nothing had changed.

"Did you like the movie?" they asked, dragging him out of his head.

"It was ..." He rubbed his eyes. "Really colorful."

Through his fingers, they were still smiling at his weak answer.

So he said, "I think I'd be better suited to answer if I slept? Probably."

"Oh! Yeah, that's true," Onoda hummed from behind a cup. All the lights turned out, everything was pink and orange. It fit them. As open and empty a place it was, they had better timing than anyone he'd ever known. "I thought you'd have a sleep schedule like mine, heh ... sorry about that."

"Nah, it's my fault. I just sort of ... sleep whenever I get the chance." Teshima forced his hair back, tighter, till his eyes watered. "I didn't realize you were working nights." The closest he had gotten to honesty yet.

"Sorry I hadn't told you sooner!" They never stopped apologizing. "I wanted it to be a surprise, just in case."

That caught him, though. "...You mean you didn't want to tell me anything that might have warded me off going in."

When he'd call them out - every time - no matter how honest or gentle or kind he was - Onoda would turn bright red. Eyes hidden behind the glare of the sun, all he could see was the fidget of their shoulders and twitching nose.

"You knew," Teshima said.

"...Yes. I'm -"

"Don't apologize." He wanted to grind his fingers to dust, but instead - reached out over the table. Carefully set palms flat, quaking too obvious. "It's alright. I don't mind."

They kept their gaze down. "That's not ... true ... is it."

If he was a good person, it would have been. "Sorry," he said, holding just as much hypocrisy. "But it is alright. Even if I'd rather you not know about ... all of this."

"I only know about parts." Their hands rose to the edge of the table. "The companies that hire me don't tell me everything. But ... there's a lot I learned from Makishima. And you." All the tracks he could cover, but there were things he'd left behind in spades. "It was really obvious, when I saw it."

He was such an idiot. No one in the trade took on anyone like this. They knew better. Better than him.

"And ... you know!" Despite it all, they looked up, and smiled. "Everywhere I went, something was bound to happen! So it made a lot of sense."

"It's kind of illegal, Mii-chi." Sordid grin back, because he couldn't not when it was them. "In case you hadn't heard."

"I know, but ..." Awkward. All the good in the world. He remembered just how much they'd wanted to protect people, growing up. Wanting connections, wanting friends, wanting - "I couldn't throw away the chance to do what's right."

"We're not even related," he laughed. "I ..." He should have made his own way out. Shouldn't have needed any of this. "Why?"

Maybe that question laced everything that kept the two of them together.

Years had passed, in absurd normalcy, and he'd accepted it all this time. Even when they could see through him. Even when what was fair - what was right and good was never what they were supposed to be doing. But neither of them had ever asked.

"It's easy to miss miracles," and they took his hand. Took a breath. Took all the time they needed, before saying the obvious - "But you taught me where to look."