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Bonus Round 5: Clue

Sometimes, all you need are a few little details to imagine something bigger. This round is inspired by a classic board game with a cast of colorful characters, but for SASO your only limits on "who", "where", and "with what" are what you can imagine (and the SASO fandom list, of course)!
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with the format of a Clue mystery - "[character] in the [location] with [item]", along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
- Example: Sawamura Daichi in the teachers' lounge with the Hello Kitty! lunchbox
- The person in your prompt MAY be a member of your ship, but is not REQUIRED to be part of your ship. They must still be a named character from a SASO-nominated fandom.
- Your place must be a physical location, not a state of being or a state of being. However, this location is not required to be real, nor must it be from the same setting as the characters.
- The "item" used must be a physical object that the character can hold or manipulate.
- Unlike the board game, your prompt is NOT required to imply murder. The scenario implied can be anything at all! (As always, please tag properly!)
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your Clue-inspired fanwork.
- Remember to 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)
- 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.
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 each (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
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!
FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 498 words
Death, violence, mostly just soft-ish angst I think?
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Yuri’s body was so light. Otabek knew this wasn’t a final death, knew Yuri would revive as god tier but something in his throat choked tight all the same as he carried Yuri in his arms. He carried him like a Western bridge, one arm under his shoulders and the other under his knees; Yuri’s head drooped backwards, throat terribly bare and exposed. A fading lovebite marred his pale skin with a tinge of green, barely visible now.
It would be gone when Yuri revived. He would be perfect. He wouldn’t be buried with bruised skin and the proof that someone had loved him.
Yuri’s hair hung like a pale golden cloak down over Otabek’s arm. It never clumped together in locks, too fine to cling to itself, and now it streamed down the morning sunlight that Otabek sometimes peeked at from behind his blinds. Yuri’s hair used to smell of a crisp, salt-brisk shampoo but it held no scent in the game. Otabek never asked Yuri how he cleaned it here, if he’d manufactured shampoo or had enough of a stock in his home. He’d only stroked his fingers through Yuri’s hair and watched it flow like water, like light, over his hand.
At least Yuri wasn’t bloody. At least his hair wasn’t clotted thick and ugly with blood. Otabek was glad of that; it made it easier to pretend that Yuri was just sleeping and once he was on the Quest Bed, he would wake up. Like Sleeping Beauty. Like Snow White.
(Not in death, just in sleep.)
None of them had used the Quest Beds yet. None of them knew for sure they would work.
Otabek had to have faith, the way that he’d had faith at home in the prayers and the rituals, in Allah above and his family below. He was the Heir of Hope; he would fight for his friends and he would defend them.
Especially Yuri. Always Yuri, their precious Witch of Blood, his precious matesprite. His bloodpusher throbbed as he looked down at Yuri’s face, the tenderest of crimson emotion pushing its way forwards through his fear for a moment.
The planet had died but they had survived. Surely they had not come so far to be separated now?
When he reached the Quest Bed, he held Yuri in his arms for a few seconds longer, unwilling to lie him down. Humans were so frail. They had no claws to rend with, no teeth to tear with and their skin was so thin. When Yuri had fallen forwards, spine snapped in half, Otabek hadn’t even realized he’d died at first. Otabek could have survived such a hit easily.
Gently, feeling like a lusus with a wriggler, he placed Yuri on the bed and pushed his hair away from his face.
The Quest Bed was supposed to work on its own but just in case…
“Wake up,” Otabek whispered, and leaned down to kiss him.