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Bonus Round 4: Official Art
Bonus Round 4: Official Art
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
Memorable canon moments, bizarre omakes, tantalizing magazine spreads—this is the round to explore them all. Bring out your screencaps, promotional art, and manga pages, and let's talk about what really happened.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from an anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, and/or caps from games. Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt screencaps that are taken from a piece of canon media.
- Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
- Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of 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 inspired by the cap.
- Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
- 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]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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!
Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi
FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo, G
616 words; no content warnings apply.
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She's in her element, like this.
Coaching the first years on how to properly stretch, checking on the second years who've returned from their snack run. Nico, who whirls around to get 'first dibs' on whatever Kotori's b(r)ought them from the cafeteria.
Even Umi, resident rhythm coach, must have noticed by now. And who wouldn't?
Nozomi has no doubt they all have, even if not the same way she does.
The other μ's members respond to her leadership, though.
Honoka is quick to complain, when Umi leads choreography practice. It isn't Umi, usually, who gives into her;
she simply knows what she can get away with when Kotori vouches for Honoka and convinces Umi to reconsider.
But when it's Elichi--
"Where should we put our rations," asks Honoka, flashing an eager grin and a quick salute, "Captain?"
--Nozomi shouldn't laugh, not about that.
But seeing Elichi so puzzled, so noncommittal in her answer ("On the picnic blanket Rin-chan laid out for us, I guess.") prompts Nozomi to meet the girls halfway there.
One of whom, unsurprisingly, watched as Honoka darted off while Kotori struggled to keep their marked plastic containers safely tucked in their bags.
"Honoka!" It's Umi's voice that carries over Honoka's cheering, over Kotori's fretful chirruping. "Honestly, you whine the whole way downstairs and back about being hungry...yet here you are, full of energy."
"Ramen has magical properties, Umi-chan!" By the time Nozomi finds a place to sit down, Nico and Honoka had already opened their containers. "Nothing gets me going like food does!"
"Except for bread," Nico quips over Rin's shrill wail of 'raaaaaamen~' and Hanayo's startled 'R-Rin-chan?!'
"Except for fresh bread," Honoka corrects her. "Also wagashi. Sometimes, as long as Mom doesn't let it sit out for too long."
"I never knew you were so picky," Kotori giggles, passing chopsticks over to the two oldest, "Honoka-chan."
"Food's about the only thing she's picky about," remarks Umi, taking up perch next to Kotori.
Their chatter gathers and their company grows with Rin and Hanayo's appearances -- Maki, too, after several moments' delay, which Nozomi suspects is a purposeful thing -- until it's hard to keep up with anyone's conversation.
Not that Nozomi needs to try.
The important details never escape a careful observer's gaze.
Seven.
There's seven other girls beside her.
Lucky for her, lucky for them, their formation stands strong even now.
"Nozomi?" A voice clear as the sky's reflection, shaking Nozomi from her thoughts. "Is everything okay? If you aren't hungry, you could always save your food for later."
"Nope," Nozomi doesn't miss a beat. "I'm plenty hungry! Just letting it cool off a bit before I dig in."
"Alright." Hands brush, eyes meet. Elichi's concern dissolves -- unlike the momentary spark of warmth in Nozomi's stomach -- though her smile broadens when Nozomi starts to unconsciously link their pinkies together. "As long as you're fine."
That should be my line, Nozomi almost says.
Ah, she really wished she could say it.
But soon the moment passes, like so many of her chances so often do, and Nozomi decides maybe some secrets deserve the silent treatment.
Better kept that way than not at all.
Then again, Nozomi likes to think of how far Elichi has gotten, how much Elichi suits her position in the group, as a matter best left on its own too.
She's happiest this way (say it, say it, as many times as it needs to settle in and be laid to rest) when Elichi is in her element: valued, venerated, and very happy.
And Nozomi -- unraveling their entwined hands, reaching to split apart her own chopsticks instead -- is a happier person knowing that much.
FILL: SWAG 2016, sexual content
(Anonymous) 2016-01-10 07:20 am (UTC)(link)Under her hand, Eli's breast is warm, cupped in her palm. Nozomi breathes, hovering. She is between Eli's legs as she kisses down the column of Eli's throat, to her collarbone, pronounced and pale. Nozomi kisses at the sensitive skin, gliding her teeth over, gentle at first, then hard. She soothes with soft licks, drinking in the sound of Eli panting, gasping underneath her.
Nozomi's hand slips under Eli's skirt, and stays there. "Nozomi," Eli manages, twisting against her hand.
And they have done this so many times, Nozomi tasting Eli, burying her face into Eli's hairs and folds, getting lost in her wetness and taste. Eli is warm and sweet and when they do this, wet, because of Nozomi, because Nozomi can make her this way.
But there is also the way Eli looks on her own, hands between her thighs, a little shy and pink flushed over her cheeks. She looks so good like this, that, always, her beautiful blond hair falling over her shoulder like endless waves. Sometimes, Nozomi just wants to stare.
She draws herself back.
"Nozomi," Eli whines, trying to tug her back.
"Hold on, Elicchi." Nozomi sits back on her knees, watching as Eli raises herself up a bit to see Nozomi properly.
Eli huffs, undoubtedly disappointed at the distance. "Aren't you going to do anything?" she asks. She spreads her thighs a little, so Nozomi can see the white cotton of her underwear. It is damp from the angle that Eli lets her see -- Nozomi's cheeks flush, heat sinking to the pool of her stomach. She does want to do something, anything, so badly, but --
"I want to see you," she tells Eli. "Touch yourself."
Eli frowns at her, raising herself on her elbows. "Nozomi -- "
"Unless you don't want to," Nozomi adds carefully.
Eli blinks at her, for a second. "I don't mind," she says, finally. "I can -- do you want me to -- ?"
"Whatever way you want," says Nozomi.
Eli bites her lip, but nods, once. Then, to Nozomi's surprise, she slips off the bed, standing off and wriggling her underwear off. Nozomi watches as it goes down Eli's long long legs, stopping around her ankles, bunching at her feet. Eli kicks them off, and Nozomi expects her to take off her skirt, too.
But Eli doesn't. She stays standing, going to the wall parallel to Nozomi's bed, leaning against it. Nozomi knows her favorite position is vertical (Nozomi's fingers deep and twisting into her as Eli cries out) -- but she's never seen Eli on her own, doing it, before.
"I have a confession to make," Eli says, looking at her from the wall. In her school uniform, the blouse and the skirt, one would never guess that she is underwear-less. It makes Nozomi's middle fire hot.
"I've dreamed about this happening," Eli says shyly. She tucks her fingers under her skirt, looking up at Nozomi through her long lashes. "Getting myself off standing while you watch."
"Elicchi..." Nozomi's fingers twist on the bedspread.
She watches, as Eli's hand disappears under her skirt, and then Eli is throwing her head back, exposing the soft of her neck. She bucks a little as her wrist moves in circular motions, probably rubbing over her clit, the way Nozomi knows she likes to start off. Nozomi knows that she is probably gripping at herself with two fingers, swirling and swirling until the heat is so close and so far, before teasing at the outside of her folds. Nozomi thinks of putting her mouth there, climbing off the bed and stuffing her face between Eli's legs --
But watching Eli is good. It is so good, and Eli is making small noises as she touches herself. Nozomi knows the exact moment when Eli slips her fingers inside, twisting and twisting, oversensitive and soaking her up. Eli's legs are shaking but she holds herself up against the wall, the shoulder of her sleeve slipping off sexily, revealing the strap of her bra. Nozomi wants to get up and kiss her there too, but she won't, she won't, she won't,
and Eli moans, once, and the folds of her skirt are hiding too much and too little at the same time. Nozomi can see the milky white of her thighs, the angle of Eli's wrist, the small quick motions she makes with her one hand, fingering herself desperately while her other hand slips down to stroke across her clit.
Eli comes with her mouth half-open, silent and sweating and utterly beautiful. Nozomi is throbbing and terribly wet in her panties; she watches as Eli takes her fingers out, self-satisfied.
"Okay," says Eli, tired but smiling. She walks towards Nozomi on the bed. "Your turn."