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Bonus Round 2: Tic-Tac-Toe
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. There's a lot of text here, but if you read carefully and follow the instructions step by step, you will be okay.
RULES
Please refer to the first comment thread of this post for an example of how this round works.PROMPTING
- Select a ship to create your prompt card about. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Haruki & Kazuma). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Haruki/Kazuma). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Visit this card generator.
- Here is a visual guide to using it.
- The large text box is where you can list prompts if you have your own ideas. Please list at least 9 prompts; you can list more if you want. (The generator says you need at least 24, but it's lying.) Single words or short phrases are better than sentences.
- Otherwise, you can use the dropdown menu found right below it. Note: some of these prompts lists are NSFW. (NSFW prompts are a-ok as long as you tag for it.) If you don't like some of the options that appear in a prompt list, you can delete them.
- Text prompts only, please. Also, each card square must be unique—don't list the same prompt 9 times.
- In "Configuration Options," make sure you select 3x3 and (Normal prompt). This is the most important step!
- Leave the tic-tac-toe card with its default colors, so everyone can read it clearly.
- Click the "Create a bingo card" button.
- Scroll down to see the card that was created for you. If you don't like the prompts it picked, you can reroll by clicking "Create a bingo card" again.
- When you're satisfied, scroll further down the page until you see a textarea box full of HTML.
- Copy and paste the HTML from the box and into the body of your prompt comment, then post!
FILLING
Fill prompts by selecting an individual square to create fanwork for, then leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. (Optional:) If you can fill three squares from a prompt in a horizontal, vertical, or diagonal line, you get a tic-tac-toe (and an additional point bonus)! You can also just fill prompts as you please and get standard points.
- Prompt squares are labeled as follows:
A1 B1 C1 A2 B2 C2 A3 B3 C3 - If you're trying for tic-tac-toe, you cannot combine squares into one fill. If your fill can satisfy multiple squares, pick the most relevant square: e.g., one square is sailing and another is pirates and you make a fill about pirates sailing, it's mostly pirates so put down the pirates square.
- Each fill must stand alone as an individual piece, but all your fills can slot into a larger universe if you'd like.
- You cannot fill a prompt square more than once, but you can fill every square on a tic tac toe card if you want to.
- You cannot work with your teammates to get a tic-tac-toe. Only individually achieved tic-tac-toes get the bonus.
- Multiple people can fill the same prompt square. You cannot "block" others from getting tic-tac-toe.
- Remember to also follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
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/images)
- 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], [SQUARE], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [SQUARE], [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.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
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 for each tic-tac-toe card (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
Tic-tac-toe Bonus: 2 points each for the first 12 achieved by your team
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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: summer aesthetic edition, none
Prompt:
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: fireflies
Word Count: 440
***
Ryou’s not an outdoor person, but this is nice. Trying to put up a tent hadn’t been fun (he and Daiki had ended up arguing and Daiki had had to redo the whole thing) but after that things had smoothed themselves out, set themselves up inside and gone for a hike. The ground is rough, but Ryou’s still in good shape from basketball, and even though it’s dirty and gross (especially the bugs Daiki keeps trying to point out to him) it’s actually quite pretty around here. The view from the top of the mountain is lovely, the small town where Daiki’s aunt lives spreading out below them like a map, like a color page at the beginning of a manga, setting the scene (and Ryoui’s fingers are itching to draw something like it; he’d brought his sketchpad and he’s definitely going back there tomorrow).
The brook Daiki insists on bathing in is cold, but it’s refreshing at midday and Daiki’s fingers feel nice washing his back. The little fish slide through his fingers, tickling his hands, and he turns to Daiki and laughs. Daiki’s grinning too, quick and easy, the way he never used to do but now gives a little more freely, always like he means it.
And then Daiki pulls him down into the water and Ryou shrieks, punching at his shoulder and trying to duck him in, too, and when they get out they’re shivering but happy, sticking close to each other for heat (and each stealing a kiss or two).
The sun sets, pink and purple across the clear sky, the sun glowing like the charcoal in their grill as they watch the smoke flit upward and dissipate, a hazy filter to the sky. In the backdrop of the spearmint-green trees, there is something like a yellow sparkle, a holiday light or a glitter in the middle of the panel of a comic. Then another.
“Fireflies,” says Ryou, almost questioning.
“Yeah,” says Daiki. “Cool, huh?”
They’re still bugs; that bit’s still gross, but far away they make a pretty picture. Ryou slides closer to Daiki on the wooden bench; Daiki kisses the top of his forehead.
“What do you want to make first? Marshmallows?”
“Meat would be better,” says Ryou. “How much did we bring in the freezer pack?”
“Enough,” says Daiki.
The bag is between them and the grill; neither of them moves to get it. The fireflies rise into a formation, almost like a constellation (soon, Ryou knows, they’ll be able to see the stars out here). The wind darts below them; Ryou snuggles closer to Daiki. He’s glad they’d come here.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: watermelon
Word Count: 405
***
On an ordinary lazy day, Imayoshi would be content to relax and play video games in his room until his sister yelled at him about the heat from his computer and dragged him out to the library. Today’s a lazy day, but it’s pretty extraordinary, at least in terms of the company Imayoshi’s keeping. Sakurai’s only here for the weekend, one small part of Imayoshi’s long college summer break and easy part-time job the only sliver he can take away from training and cramming for college applications.
The circles under his eyes are dark, like a raccoon or two moons just half-full (but Imayoshi’s not that poetic; he’d stolen that from some writer or other, he forgets who). He spends the whole first night sleeping in Imayoshi’s arms, his body bruised and toned from the training, his hands still calloused over where they hold a pencil.
But today they’re taking things slowly; no matter how much Sakurai tries to think about tests and preoccupy his mind with new plays Momoi’s having them run, Imayoshi’s not going to let him get too far. He carves another slice out of the watermelon, the puddle of slightly-sticky water growing on the porch underneath, and hands it over.
“It’s good to be lazy,” says Imayoshi, leaning back against the wall of the house.
Sakurai looks very doubtful.
“Don’t trust me, hmm?”
“I’m sorry,” Sakurai says, hands curling, quieter than usual.
Imayoshi lifts an eyebrow; Sakurai lifts his head, almost flinching back. He takes a bite of the watermelon; Imayoshi watches his features soften like the edges of an ice cube on the sidewalk as he chews.
“Refreshing, right?”
Sakurai nods. “Thank you.”
Imayoshi cuts himself a bigger piece, smile widening as Sakurai’s wet lips pout. He’s really cute, really easy (though Imayoshi reckons the stress and exhaustion have at least a little bit to do with that right now). Imayoshi leans forward to smack a kiss on Sakurai’s nose.
“You could give me a real one.”
“Why don’t you take one?” says Imayoshi.
Sakurai finishes his watermelon first, gnawing all the pink-red from the rind, and placing it carefully on the porch, resting at a gap between the boards. He rises to his knees, then pulls Imayoshi’s wrist away from his face (and Imayoshi was just about to have another bite, too).
His lips are sweet and soft, the perfect relief from the heat wave.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A2, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: sunscreen
Word Count: 403
***
Wakamatsu’s back is broad; this isn’t a new revelation Sakurai’s had suddenly. Still, though, even when he’s being careful with how much sunscreen he uses, he’s got to refill his hands more than he’s accustomed to to cover it, rubbing the white into the slight tan of Wakamatsu’s skin. It’s really something, the way his muscles ripple, the definition of his shoulders and the back of his arms.
“Everything okay?” says Wakamatsu.
Sakurai feels his face turn the color of a cooked crustacean, and no amount of sunscreen or aloe is going to bring that down anytime soon. “I’m sorry I’m taking so long!”
“It’s okay,” says Wakamatsu. “I know you’re doing a thorough job.”
He glances over his shoulder, shooting his captain-grin down, and Sakurai can’t help but smile back.
“You look a little rosy.”
Sakurai’s cheeks are encased in flames, as if he’s being pulled into a volcano (part of him wants to be; this is embarrassing as hell even if they are going out). “I’m fine! I just have to reapply; let me finish you…”
“Sure,” says Wakamatsu.
Sakurai doesn’t delay, rubbing in a few other spaces, up the back of Wakamatsu’s neck (he feels Wakamatsu’s sigh through his skin and wants to sigh himself). And, well, there’s nothing worse than not getting the edges, so Sakurai cakes his palms in white lotion again and dips them just under Wakamatsu’s waistband. Wakamatsu nearly jumps; the back of his neck colors and Sakurai’s fingers nearly slip, just above Wakamatsu’s ass and around the side of his hips.
“Just in case,” he says.
“Fuck," says Wakamatsu. “That was hot.”
“That was safe,” says Sakurai, though a smile is playing on his face; Wakamatsu turns around to look down at him and kisses him full on the mouth.
There is sunscreen on the edges of his lips; it tastes bitter when it smears against Sakurai’s tongue but he reaches up to steady himself against Wakamatsu’s sturdy shoulder. He thinks, absently, that he could help with the front, but maybe that’s a little too much. It’s definitely a little (a lot?) too much (Sakurai wants to do it anyway). He steps down to his feet, bare against the cool asphalt of the shaded parking lot.
“Let me get your back, too,” says Wakamatsu, pink still dusting his face, the color of weathered bricks.
Sakurai nods and hands over the sunscreen, turning himself around.