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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.

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catlarks: (SASO: Cards)


[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-23 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
tags: clothing porn, innuendo, suggestive content?? it's so mild though
Word Count: 1,739

So I was talking to Lin about my plan to AU ALL THE OIKAGES and was like, the only one I have absolutely no clue what to do with is the tissue one, what the fuck do you do with a tissue? And then I realized it sounds... Kind of servile... And really this was just an excuse for clothing porn and still went off the rails what the fuck what the fuck what am I doing, help.


Prince Oikawa is fifteen before his father deigns him old enough for a manservant, only then freeing him from the clutches of countless nannies, women who were always chasing after him with stern words, with reprimands, with delicate little hankies to wipe at imagined smudges on his face. Those nursemaids were castle servants, first and foremost. Oikawa's manservant will answer to him and him alone.

He isn't certain what he was expecting, but Kageyama Tobio is not it.

Oikawa thinks that perhaps he should have gotten his choice of servants, because the one he's been given with no say of his own is in many ways lacking. Kageyama is sour-faced and sullen when he's introduced to Oikawa on the morning of his birthday, pushed forward by one of the older servants and hissed at to give his bow to the prince.

For a long moment, Kageyama doesn't, while Oikawa struggles to assess whether his reticence is a form of defiance or rooted in something closer to awe. Oikawa spends all of his days in the castle, among nobles and servants, making only the occasional ventures out into the capital. He hasn't the time. It's rare that he's found himself in the company of common folk, and even those were merchants, vendors, those familiar with the social niceties involved in dealing with members of high society.

Oikawa wonders whether this is Kageyama's first post, whether he's never worked for a noble house before. Kageyama looks as young as he is, perhaps younger; it wouldn't be a poor bet.

Kageyama bows, low and with the proper form, and Oikawa wonders if he was wrong after all.

As things turn out, Kageyama isn't much used to the duties of his post. He is younger than Oikawa, all of thirteen years, and has only just finished the apprenticeship it turns out manservants are expected to complete. Kageyama has gone to school to learn the proper way of service! It's all very fascinating, is knowledge Oikawa hadn't thought to pursue and he's absolutely intrigued by the reality.

He's also disappointed by Kageyama's efforts, but there are things that will come with time. He sees the anger flare in Kageyama's eyes with every mistake, sees his frustration, sees those strong emotions which he is only barely tamping down. His training must have been good, to bend someone with such a will into something like servile obeisance.

Oikawa grows used to Kageyama's company as the weeks draw on and Kageyama grows used to his post. He's short on words (something Oikawa thinks has been trained into him by his teachers) but blunt in speaking (something Oikawa thinks was not), a funny little puzzle who offers to Oikawa minimal clues at the way to solving him. He admires Oikawa more by the day, a fact which Oikawa feels in his gut far more than he can quantify it by Kageyama's actions outright.

He thinks Kageyama envies him, too, but with no resentment. Sometimes he'll watch Kageyama folding his clothes, or neatening his things, and Kageyama's hands will slow in their handling of Oikawa's precious objects, like what he's really admiring is the life he does not lead.

Oikawa toys with the idea of gifting Kageyama something, one of the books, one of the keepsakes. Kageyama sleeps in a chamber just off of Oikawa's suite of rooms; he would know without difficulty whether his servant kept his present, or if it was somehow discarded. In the end, he cannot settle on which book to part with, and gifts Kageyama with nothing.

He comes into his chambers one evening months later, exhausted after the day's politicized festivities and needing a moment in which to breathe. No sooner has he seated himself and put his feet up than Kageyama has arrived, standing just to one side and staring, pointedly, down at Oikawa's boots, up to his face, and down again.

"Go ahead," Oikawa says, crossing one leg over the other and propping the heel of one foot against the toes of the one beneath it. "I can't get out of these shoes fast enough."

Kageyama kneels down, drawing the first of Oikawa's feet to rest against his lap. His fingers pick at the laces, pulling apart the knot at the top and slowly loosening the rest of the strings. Oikawa watches him work, staring down the length of his own leg to eye Kageyama crouching on the floor, both of his hands around Oikawa's ankle. Oikawa rolls his heel, and Kageyama looks up at him.

Oikawa slowly stops. He's aware of the weight of his heel pressing between Kageyama's thighs, of the way Kageyama's fingers wrap around the narrowest part of the boot where it clutches Oikawa's ankle, wriggling it back and forth with finesse until it slides past Oikawa's heel and he can pull it free. Oikawa lets his foot drop from Kageyama's lap, replacing it with the other foot instead.

Kageyama has such careful, elegant fingers, deft in a way that is wasted on untangling shoelace knots. He sticks with it anyway, unlacing the ties to Oikawa's boots with a diligence he can only respect. Kageyama is fiercely talented in the areas he applies himself — Oikawa wonders, sometimes, how he might have fared if he were of higher birth. What things he might learn, what insights he might have, if he were able to be taught more than a manservant's creed.

His stocking-ed toes curl into the meat of Kageyama's thighs, enough so that the softest of gasps is pulled from Kageyama's throat. Oikawa kneads at Kageyama's legs with his toes, under the pretext of working out the tensions in his feet after being on them for so much of the day. Then he slides his feet down, catching on Kageyama's knees and pulling them apart. His feet land between them; he waits for Kageyama to think to look up at him.

"Take off my pants, Tobio," he says, lifting his hips once in invitation.

Kageyama sits up, a motion he makes all at once, then haltingly, hesitating as he leans forward to reach for the ties at Oikawa's waist. Dressing and undressing his master is a common portion of Kageyama's duties as a manservant, and is territory they've tread well many times before. This time, though, Oikawa's gaze is low-lidded and heavy, watching as Kageyama's clever fingers fumble the ties.

"Ah, Tobio," he says. "Do be careful. These pants are nice, and I doubt you would be able to replace them!"

Kageyama grits his teeth, but even as he sets his jaw and settles in to more attentively pick apart the knots which have drawn tight during the evening simply from the way Oikawa has moved against them, his cheeks flush hot beneath Oikawa's stare. His fingers tuck into the top of Oikawa's pants, loosening the laces from the inside, and Oikawa can feel the backs of those fingers brushing against his undergarments.

He's aware, acutely, that he is tempting some form of fate, but he does not stop.

He lifts his hips, lets Kageyama peel his pants — more like leggings, close-fitting and nearly skintight as he's worn them — from his legs. It's an effort that takes some doing, and Oikawa can feel the lines where Kageyama's fingers have touched down the entire length of his legs. Once they're off, the air on his skin is too cool, shocking him, causing a prickle of goosebumps to spread across his flesh.

His legs feel too cool but his face feels overheated, and he's terrified that he may now be the one sporting an unsightly flush rising high in his cheeks. Something has drawn taut in his chest, strung like a bowstring and ready to be plucked, tense with a sense of anticipation he hadn't meant to cause. Kageyama sits at his feet and he has made a mistake, he realizes that too late, he has made an error in judgment which only he can compensate for.

He's made a mistake, but all he says with that knowledge bright in his mind is, "My collar, Tobio."

It's some fancy, cravat-like affair, something Kageyama was the one to tie in the first place early that morning, when Oikawa dressed for the day's festivities. He's still wearing the slimmest twist of a smile, an indulgent look he can feel slowly wearing thin. He tilts his chin up, exposing his throat and offering the tie to Kageyama's agile fingers.

Kageyama stands up, leans over Oikawa, reaches out to unfasten his collar. Oikawa reaches up, catches him by the wrist and holds him in place. For a long moment they simply stare at each other from a distance easily crossed by a single exhaled breath, Kageyama's face closed off, Oikawa loosely appraising.

His hand reaches out, pinching Kageyama's chin between thumb and forefinger. He reaches up, drawing Kageyama's face in toward his own. His eyes are wide, when Oikawa stares into them.

The brush of his mouth against Kageyama's is slow, testing the waters, trying this something new. Kageyama's lips part when Oikawa tries his tongue against them, proving that he can and then pressing no further, breathing shallowly into Kageyama's mouth without taking any other action.

A beat draws out, two, and then Oikawa pushes Kageyama away.

"I'll do the rest," he says, and he can see the uncertainty that flickers across Kageyama's face, the awareness that above all else, tending to Oikawa is his job and it's a job he has not yet seen through in its entirety.

"Are you worried about me?" he teases, lips curving up into a playful smile. He plays the part with ease enough, pushing Kageyama back by the shoulder and rising to his feet, walking past his manservant in his shirt and undergarments.

"Of course not," Kageyama says, a little too quickly.

Oikawa picks apart the cravat, pulling it from his throat to drop upon the chair. "Then don't worry about me," he says, turning again and moving toward the other room. He can feel Kageyama's eyes watching him, boring into him, heavy on his back as he walks away. But Kageyama is a good and dutiful manservant, and if Oikawa gives him an order, he will do his best to obey.

It's a reality Oikawa has until that point given insufficient thought, and in the light of — certain developments — is a reality he may have cause to more extensively consider.
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[personal profile] intricacies 2016-06-23 05:48 am (UTC)(link)

my prof: lecturing about action potentials
me: all action potentials in my brain dedicated to dying over lira's oikg

i love your writing it flows so well and!!! AND THE WAY YOU WRITE OIKAWA!!!!!! i love how he just quietly observes kageyama and has all these scenarios he's imagining but he can never quite bring himself to propel them into fruition and i can barely write anything coherent i am just so FEELSY over this fill augh augh augh the nuances and the banter and MY HEART JSUT TAKE IT SLAUGHTER IT STOMP ON IT DESTROY IT MORE

thank you

catlarks: (SASO: Cards)

[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-23 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I'M SO PLEASED that you liked it so much, ngl. I grinned real hard at the action potentials joke. ♥

I've actually really been enjoying writing Oikawa, and have wanted to for a while? It's p much entirely why I let myself take this huge oikage plunge. So I'm really glad you like the way I write him and I hope you enjoy the other horribly self-indulgent gifts I have left for you~