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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2015-05-30 08:51 pm
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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes



SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.


RULES
  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
    • Example: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
    • The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.


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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING: If FILLING: If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
  • 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.
  • Visual example
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • 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: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" />
  • Visual example
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • 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: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like.

  • 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.



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 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!

blueminuet: (Default)

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T (1/2)

[personal profile] blueminuet 2015-06-02 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Word Count: Part One only: 628, Overall: 1271
Tags: Part One: Sexual implications; Part Two: Explicit sexual content
Notes: SO HERE’S THE DEAL. Part One is the fun, T rated, approved for basically all audiences, complete-on-its-own fill. Part Two is the explicit HBO extended edition continuation. Part One can be enjoyed without Part Two, and has a lower rating than Part Two, so that’s why I’m separating them into two posts. Also, the parts are written in different tenses because I’m a hack! Enjoy!

“Well, how does it look?”

Makishima spun around, the white sun dress lifting slightly as he spun and then wrapping over his legs with a bounce as he stopped.

Tadokoro hummed. “It’s pretty good.”

Makishima groaned.

“What?”

“No, nothing. Good is… good.”

“Umm.” Tadokoro fumbled for something to say. “I like the… flowers? They’re a nice green. They go with your hair.”

Makishima sighed and walked back to the dressing room stall, throwing the curtain shut with a flourish.

Tadokoro groaned. “Maki…” He stomped over to the stall, and reached out to pull the curtain open. He thought better of it at the last minute though, and let his hand drop to his side. “I liked it! Really!”

Makishima opened the curtain just enough to poke his head out. “It’s not that.” He huffed again and slouched again, practically wrapping the curtain around him like a cocoon.

“Then what?”

Makishima pouted. “I didn’t come here for just good.”

“I didn’t mean–”

“It’s not you,” Makishima said quickly. “It’s me. I can’t…” He stopped short, some sort of unsaid words hanging in the air.

Tadokoro growled. “Spit it out already!”

“I can’t wear any of the… Most of these dresses aren’t made for…”

Tadokoro hummed again. “Hold that thought,” he said, before turning on his heel and stomping off.

“Wait, Tadokorocchi! I–”

Makishima was slightly surprised when Tadokoro did stop. But instead of talking to him, Tadokoro grabbed Makishima by the shoulders and guided him to turn around.

“What are you–” Makishima yelped when he felt Tadokoro’s fingers plunging down the back of his dress. He nearly shouted for an explanation before he felt Tadokoro fish out the tag in the back.

Tadokoro hummed. “Wait, what does this size number mean? That can’t be inches, right? How do girl sizes work?”

Makishima sighed. “Witchcraft, mostly.”

Tadokoro didn’t argue. “Alright, one minute.”

“Wait, what?”

Tadokoro didn’t stop this time, instead pulling the curtain closed just as Makishima spun around. Makishima slumped and resigned himself to waiting. He didn’t wait long though before Tadokoro popped his head back in through the curtain. Before Makishima could say a word, Tadokoro thrust something bright red at him.

Makishima’s face reddened as well when he had enough time to look at the dress. “Tado–”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t want to try that one,” Tadokoro said with a huff. “You’ve been looking at it on the mannequin since we came in.”

“They don’t make it big enough for my size,” Makishima argued.

Tadokoro shrugged. “It’s close enough.”

“It’s not made for someone as tall as me,” Makishima tried to explain. “It’s not long enough.”

Tadokoro grinned. “Not long enough for what? I didn’t think you were looking for a fancy dress to wear to the opera.”

This only prompted another sigh. “Tadokorocchi, if I put this dress on, one false move and I’ll rip a seam or… fall right out of it.”

The grin only seemed to become wider. “Isn’t that half the fun? It’s the kinda dress you wear just long enough until you find someone to tear it off you, right?”

Makishima couldn’t stop the sound he made. It was a keening sort of noise in the back of his throat, and it bubbled up against his will. “Someone? Did you have anyone in mind?”

“I was sort of hoping you might,” Tadokoro said with a wink.

Makishima looked at the dress and then back at Tadokoro’s shit eating grin before sighing and pushing Tadokoro out of the dressing room and drawing the curtain shut once again. “Fine. I’ll try it.”



“Well, how does it look?”

“Uh, well, it’s…”

It was Makishima’s turn to wear a shit eating grin as Tadokoro squirmed and crossed his legs.

“It’s pretty good.”
blueminuet: (Default)

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, E (2/2)

[personal profile] blueminuet 2015-06-02 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Note the rating change.

Makishima hardly hears the curtain closing behind them as Tadokoro pushed him against the side wall of the dressing room. Tadokoro presses against him roughly, face buried in the crook of Makishima's neck, hot humid breathe getting trapped in Makishima’s hair.

Tadokoro’s hands start on Makishima's waist, but soon move down and around, cupping his hips. One hand moves yet further down, running fingertips down the back of Makishima's bare leg until the come to a fluttering rest at the soft spot of the back of the knee. Before Makishima can react, Tadokoro grabs a firm hold of his leg, and bracing him against the wall and steadying with his other hand, he pushes Makishima up the wall and rests the leg around his waist.

Makishima wraps his arms around Tadokoro's shoulders, and lifts his leg to join the other at Tadokoro's waist.

It's then that Makishima realizes the benefits of his new vantage point. There are two mirrors in the dressing room; a side mirror, on the opposite wall from where Makishima is pinned, and the main mirror, to his side. If Makishima looks straight ahead he can see his own head poking up over Tadokoro's mass; see every face he makes as Tadokoro's hands continue to wander.

But he much prefers the view to his side. There he can see his Tadokoro's hand run the length of his long, pale leg before his fingertips–finally!–reach the dress's red hem. Makishima can see his bony collarbones sticking out over neckline in stark contrast, as Tadokoro noses over his sternum, hot breath washing over him still. Tadokoro's wandering stops after his nose brushes the collarbone furthest from the mirror, and without warning bites.

Makishima's moan is met with a shush from Tadokoro.

"You shush," Makishima pants back.

"We're going to get kicked out if you make noise."

"Well it wasn't my idea to–"

Tadokoro decides to shut him up with a kiss, and Makishima can't bother with being mad. His eyes are back on the mirror again, just as Tadokoro's hands are on the move. One hand teases the hem of the dress, as if asking permission, before pushing it's way under the fabric. Makishima spreads his legs slightly to give him more room, and when he does, not only can he feel the straining of the dress against his thighs, he can see it too. The tight hem digging white lines into his legs, the seams straining, fit to split wide open and leave him in nothing but torn shreds. The idea excites him nearly as much as as Tadokoro's hand, caressing the soft skin under the dress before thumbing over Makishima's cock. Tadokoro seems to have learned from last time and muffles Makishima's moan with his mouth.

His cock is straining against the fabric of the dress now and the sight and feel of that on it's own is almost too much. With the help of Tadokoro's hand it isn't long before he spills over, staining the dress's lining.

Tadokoro laughs into Makishima's lips. It's the smug laugh he makes when he's won something and he's over-proud of himself, and much as Makishima wants to argue, he knows Tadokoro was right after all.



Some time later, they bring both the sundress and the red dress–strategically folded–to check out. Makishima wishes that Tadokoro would stop smiling like the cat that caught the canary, but he hopes if he does bring attention to it, the cashier won't notice.

Tadokoro's grin drops and Makishima's heart nearly stops when the cashier squints at the red dress before she scans it.

"Sir, this dress is ripped on the seam..." The cashier says.

"I..."

"It's not..."

They both fumble for excuses at once.

The cashier seems to take no notice. "If you want, I can talk to my manager and get it discounted for you."

"NO!"