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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 MIYUKI KAZUYA/OIKAWA TOORU
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: *jazz hands* i love rarepair girls
Prompt:
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A1, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: fold your hands over your heart (she's got a grip on it)
Word Count: 434
***
http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/34258.html
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C3, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: her butcher knife-smile
Word Count: 429
***
http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/34449.html
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A2, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: the airs she holds on
Word Count: 442
rogue one au
***
Masako will wake up sometimes to see Alex reaching out into the air, at nothing, as if holding onto something invisible. Everything is invisible to Alex by now, but still she’s better with her other senses than even she’s supposed to be, sharper. The Force, she had said, and once Masako had believed her. The Force is with her, so with her that it leaves her reaching for what’s not there, gripping the desert air in the hopes that they won’t hit the freezing point, maybe, that her motions will heat the air. Masako snorts into the pillow.
“Laugh all you want,” Alex says.
She nuzzles the back of Masako’s neck; Masako thinks about the Imperials outside, the clatter of trooper boots on the packed-down sand, on the adobe steps. Her gun’s a reach away, two seconds and she can start to fire off rounds, three and she can do it with the gun strapped to her chest.
“You’re too tense,” says Alex, and that’s the physical, the tactile talking.
“You’re a wiseass,” Masako says, but she accepts Alex’s arm around her waist, scooping her closer, as she always does.
The expression putting on airs comes to mind sometimes, but that’s not really what Alex does. She pretends; she makes believe, but it’s grounded in an unshakeable faith; it may be made up but it’s somehow real to her, an illusion Masako can no longer hold up. Maybe it's because Alex can’t see that she stays delusional, that she can only see Jedha city in her memories, no Imperial flags, even with the sounds of occupancy no troopers clad in white, stark against the desert brown, no destroyer above the temple. Masako envies her sometimes, the unwavering belief in the face of ten stormtroopers shooting at her (though her skills with the staff are rooted in practice, her skills with the bowcaster rooted in experience, real and tangible as the dust under their feet).
But it is, sometimes, as if there’s a wall between them, invisible but causing just as much pain when Masako beats her fists against it and Alex stares through, unseeing, sorrow stricken on her face.
But, belief in the supernatural aside, they will get through it. If they have to stand in front of Imperial fire, if they have to rally the city to take back the temple, for a day or two until the Empire sends reinforcements. Alone, they can be only a moral victory, only a symbol for whatever spread-out rebellion there is or isn’t. But, as long as they have each other (if they die hand-in-hand) they are together.
FiLL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, A3, E
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Square: bra hook
Word Count: 623
***
http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/34565.html
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, A3, M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: bra hook
Word Count: 567
***
http://saso-afterhours.dreamwidth.org/35400.html
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C2, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: a crush like this
Word Count: 437
***
On the other side of the computer screen, Masako smiles, halfway to laughter, and Alex’s heart burns with the heat of the beach at noon, sand farthest from the waves too hot to touch. She wants to be there, to see that in realtime, not some approximation with a framerate lost over peer-to-peer with the miles between them. It burns more, because it’s her own stupid words that have made Masako do this, smile and lean forward to adjust the angle on her laptop, and God.
She’s lost track of the amount of times she’s woken up to a text from Masako, something as mundane as a picture of the piled-up snow in Akita or that she’d gotten around to seeing that movie and she’d liked it, or something that keeps the threads of last night’s conversation going, steady through her fingers, another stitch. Alex has given up on not texting back right away, on not sounding so damn overeager, because she’s pretty sure she’s already obvious and, well, Masako’s not saying no or waiting longer to text her either.
Masako tucks a loose lock of hair behind her ear, most of it tied into a ponytail away from her face. It looks good on her, something Alex isn’t quite brave enough to tell her yet even over a video call (maybe if Masako sent her more selfies, then she’d say it over text). Her heart is hammering against her chest; this is more than a little silly, acting like an anxious preteen with sweaty palms and only approximate conceptions of attraction, relationships, dating, wanting.
She hasn’t had a crush like this in quite some time, had forgotten it could happen this way. Dating apps and clear intentions, hookups from across the bar, passing fancies, are all their own separate beasts. But this is different, every interaction cratering her chest and drying her mouth, everything thrown into the basket of hope like a Hail Mary from beyond the halfcourt line. Sometimes, those shots go in, and that’s enough for Alex’s crush-addled brain to seize on (though not enough to blurt out how much she likes Masako in the middle of a conversation, enough to leave it at the forefront of her mind, on her fingertips when their conversation hits another lull).
“I should go,” Masako says, looking at her office door. “But it was nice talking to you.”
“You, too,” says Alex, feeling her mouth curve into a smile matching Masako’s.
She leaves the Skype window open even after Masako goes offline. She might not tell her next time, but soon, for sure.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, C1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: her lip gloss tastes sweet
Word Count: 432
high school au? high school au
***
Alex wears peppermint lip gloss, shiny against her mouth in the winter sun, her lips always soft and full even in the winter, when Masako forgets to put on anything and hers get all chapped and cracked and gross.
“Do you want some?” Alex asks as they’re standing in the bathroom area of the locker room, Masako adjusting her school uniform and Alex’s array of headbands and makeup scattered all around the dirty sink (how she’s not late for class after P.E. every single day Masako has no clue).
She holds out the small tin; Masako can smell it from here (like when she stands too close to Alex accidentally-on-purpose, when Alex crowds her space to get a look at her homework, when Alex is about to shoot a free throw and Masako’s bumping her shoulder for luck). She smears a finger across the waxy surface, and Alex grins.
“Finally got you. Eyeshadow next?”
“Ha, ha,” says Masako (as if; she’s tried on makeup and it always makes her look like a clown or a demented panda, and it seems like all the other girls went to some class on a day she was sick and learned how to apply it perfectly, make their eyes pop and their cheeks look just the right amount of pinched, their skin tones all evened under a full face worth, and she wouldn’t notice if it didn’t make so many of them look so damn attractive, Alex least of all—though Masako’s seen her with a scrubbed face, just out of the school pool, about to go to bed at a team sleepover, everything taken off before practice when she says it might be better for her face to breathe).
Her lip gloss tastes sweet on Masako’s mouth, like chewing gum. She puckers her lips in the mirror, making a kissy face, and Alex laughs.
“Damn, you’re an Instagram model now.”
“You know it,” says Masako, heat unfurling in her stomach even at something so clearly a joke as this.
She slots a few bobby pins into her hair, away from her face (she needs a fucking haircut soon). Alex’s own hair is in its customary ponytail; she eyes them both critically in the mirror. Masako raises an eyebrow; it’s as if all of a sudden Alex has realized, as if Masako’s done something to make her big, fat crush obvious (though she’s had so many moments before then, but maybe this is just the last straw). Masako clears her throat.
“Hey,” says Alex.
Masako kisses her first; their lips taste the same.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B2, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: can we hold hands
Word Count: 405
***
They don’t hold hands in public very often. Maybe at night, maybe ever-so-casually, but not in the middle of broad daylight. They’re both not totally out; it’s not a wise thing to do in the areas of Akita Masako frequents; they don’t spend much of their non-basketball-related time together anywhere in public anyway, sharing each other exclusively for as long as they can stretch the pieces of time they get together because it’s never a sure thing when the next one’s going to come.
The first time Masako visits Alex in LA, it rains the whole week, a supposed-desert mimicking Akita (poorly) for the short duration. They go to a few bars and restaurants, but street courts are out and walking around is mostly a non-preferred activity. It’s supposed to be safer here, but Masako doesn’t know whether that’s true or not, and that’s something she and Alex keep kicking down the road, their coward’s reasoning on both sides that the time they have together is little worth arguing over.
Masako visits Alex again a year later in the spring. The weather is nicer, balmy and sunny, scattered clouds and the chance of a shower or two, but nothing like the buckets rained the last time. It feels a bit crisper than Masako’s used to for this temperature, maybe because the air’s so dry (it does nothing good to her skin). But there’s time for them to play one on one, have lunch, take a nap, and then go out later while it’s still pretty light, the sun not yet gone behind the distant buildings of downtown.
They could argue about this now, or later; they could keep doing nothing; they could let their relationship stagnate. It is too precious to let it turn into a dead bog; Alex is too precious, Masako clasps her hand, folding her fingers between Alex’s. It’s half a beat before Alex does anything, but then she clasps Masako’s hand in return. Her grip is warm; when Masako looks over she’s smiling like her cheeks are about to start hurting.
It’s not like they still don’t have to talk about it. It’s not like there’s still a lot of work they neglect, using the distance as an excuse. But this is something; this is real; this is one step forward in the right direction. And they have to go one step at a time.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B1, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: lipstick smears
Word Count: 412
***
Masako wears dark lipstick, bright against her mouth and pale winter skin, sometimes almost the shade of blood. She doesn’t do it often, but often enough when Alex is home (sometimes she applies it just as Alex walks in the door, smooth lines over the outlines and the fillings of her lips, top and then bottom, before she caps the lipstick and puts it back; Alex always watches, always a little bit transfixed). She always says she hates lipstick stains, smeared everywhere; she looks at a cigarette with a pink ridged ring around it in the gutter and frowns, moves away from a coffee napkin or a cup with a big smack mark on it.
She sure as hell loves to leave her lipstick smeared all over Alex, though (not that Alex has any complaints). She’ll kiss Alex’s mouth, let Alex take some for her own, leaving gosted marks all over Masako's chin, on her collar (and Masako will stay up late to take it off and leave the fabric white and unblemished all over again, as if nothing had ever happened). She kisses Alex’s neck, her collarbone, just below the neckline of her shirt, her stomach, her legs (always easy access when Alex takes off her work pants, not specifically for this purpose but working just as well). There’s a ring of purple-red around Masako’s mouth, sloppy and swollen; she looks like she’s just been kissing a hell of a lot and she knows it and God, does this make Alex want to kiss her again, sit in her lap even though she barely fits and press their bodies together.
“Easy,” Masako whispers in Alex’s ear, leaving a smear against her lobe, her temple, her forehead.
Alex has never been great at following directions, but she tries, climbing off and settling herself on the other side of the couch, peering over her glasses at Masako’s face, dishevelled bangs, the lipstick marks in patterns on her skin. Maybe seeing Alex like this does something for Masako, but the opposite is true, too. Alex leans back on the heels of her hands and whistles, and Masako smiles.
There is lipstick smeared on her teeth, probably from Alex’s mouth or maybe from biting her own lips; it’s dumb and cute as hell and Alex is done following orders for right now.
“Take me to bed,” she says, leaning forward so her head’s in Masako’s lap.
“Take yourself; you’re too damn heavy,” says Masako.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, B3, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Square: tangled hair
Word Count: 469
***
Masako’s hair is longer, but Alex’s tangles more easily, uneven layers all caught up in each other, snarled into knots that only worsen with the humidity in Akita.
“Maybe I should just chop it all off,” Alex says, staring straight out the window.
Masako’s not sure if she’s serious; she’s not sure she’s ever seen a picture of Alex with short hair (shorter, yes, the atrocious hairstyle she’d had in her college and pro years, yes, and she ridicules Alex with no holds barred). And she doesn’t mind when Alex sweeps her hair up above her neck, the few strands that haven’t yet grown long enough hanging loose at her hairline.
“Do you want to?” Masako says.
“I don’t know,” Alex says, groaning and flopping back against the couch. “I just want my hair to be not tangled right now.”
“There are less passive-aggressive ways of asking me to brush your hair, you know,” says Masako.
Alex looks at her, suddenly wide-eyed. “You’d do that?”
Masako holds out her hand, and Alex forks over the brush, wriggling closer to Masako and hanging her head over.
Her hair’s not in too bad a state right now, one section snarled up through to the scalp but the rest look relatively tangle-free. She runs her hands through, gently pulling at the few little knots she finds, sticking the strands of hair that come out on the table.
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“You’re good so far,” says Alex.
Masako runs the brush through the untangled sections; it goes smooth though Alex’s hair is frizzing out at the bottom the way it always does after she brushes it, a side effect that only goes away after dunking her head in the shower. It looks kind of cute all puffy around her shoulders like that, but Masako knows Alex doesn’t agree. She lets herself look for a while, the sun slanted through the living room blinds and catching Alex’s hair and turning it a darker, almost-orange color.
“Masako?”
“Sorry.”
She works on the big piece with her fingers first, pulling apart subsections guiding strands of hair into their approximate spaces, watching as a few split ends come undone and flutter to the floor (dramatic or not, Alex definitely needs a haircut soon). She works up from the bottom; it’s tedious (and sometimes Alex yelps; it’s always going to hurt a little bit and Masako’s no hairstylist) but steady; the tangle grows thinner, shorter, less of a clump, until finally Masako runs the brush through it, and finally it hits no snags on the whole way down.
“Thanks,” Alex says, reaching up to push her hair down against her scalp, and then she turns to give Masako a kiss.
“My fee’s two,” says Masako, and Alex grins into her lips.