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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a 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. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- 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]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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)
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 Chihayafuru, T
sports-related injury
Sestina for unsent mail.
The sestina follows a strict pattern
of the repetition of the initial six end-words
of the first stanza through the remaining
five six-line stanzas, culminating in a three-line
envoi. The lines may be of any length, though
in its initial incarnation, the sestina followed a syllabic restriction.
Oikawa knows no such restriction.
In person he has officially given up his pattern
of covert insults and "-chan" honorifics, though
no amount of changing the actual words
he says to Kageyama are going to convey the rage that's causing him to cross this line,
to possibly decimate the last of the high ground he has remaining
(but remaining
here, in this restricting
place, under the high line
set by the word 'genius' -- this holding pattern
of words
rather than anything actually happening though,
he can't), and as a result, Oikawa is beyond caring. Though
he's also one of the many players remaining
behind from the Games, his ejection was more words
than circumstance, a long-discussed restriction
borne from years of exhibiting the same damn pattern,
where injury and overuse set down for Oikawa an uncrossable line.
But Kageyama, ah. His happened on the back line:
Practice is thought to make more perfect, though
in this case the practice hit the perfect, made it break. A pattern
executed poorly by a teammate, where the remaining
spiker in the combination misspoke, misstepped, slammed into him without restriction.
And Oikawa can only imagine the sounds, the frantic words
from teammates, the satisfying crunch to break the bone, the word
that all that muscle and weight came down to ruin something perfect and disciplined, in one neat line;
Oikawa had only dared to dream about this in his darkest moods. And though
of course the nation mourned their hero, the remaining
small-town setter from the ruined Miyagi prefecture, how fittingly tragic that Japan would lose both to the same injurious pattern.
But fuck the envoi.
This wasn't a pattern meant to repeat, this wasn't supposed to be the remaining tie between them, Oikawa thinks, as his hands tremble to push down the colored skin of the ball, firm and unrelenting. Tobio had the gall to accomplish everything Oikawa had ever dreamed, had ever wanted since he and Haijme had discovered how to keep a ball above a net and slam it to the earth. There came and passed the point where Tobio surpassed him -- but then, how dare Tobio take everything from him -- his role, his number, his future -- and in one careless moment lose, lose it all, lose everything they had both fought for, fought over. He presses down until his muscles twitch and shake. He presses down until the knife slips through the plastic skin and thread, until the jolt shocks a shout from him, and the ball's air hisses out in his face and over his ruined knee. He's so angry. There's so much rage inside him; the one dream lost, their one chance gone; and he's hated Tobio for so long, so consistently and perfectly, and now he's been robbed of his hate, and in its place a horror, and in its place a pity, a sick and ugly empathy of ruined flesh and ruined dreams which brought them both so low; and in his fury, teeth grit, eyes shut, fingers clenching on the hilt, Oikawa crumples forward with how forcefully it stops his thoughts, with how strong it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.