MAS BINGO

Welcome to the Marco, Ace, and Sabo fandom bingo event!! We're super excited to invite you to create and enjoy awesome, beautiful content, and hope that everyone has a good time participating. 💖 This event runs from May 1st to August 31st. Credit and Thanks to Cole for the Cute Art

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In the 6B art styling would you mind elaborating on "Mythological Based Designs"? Does it simply mean design based on mythological figures/creatures or is it talking more along the lines of old depictions of mythology?

We were thinking designs based on mythology (Gods, Goddesses, mythical creatures, heroes, legends, etc.) but any way that you chose to fulfill the prompts is okay!

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It’s here!!!

Hey everyone, check out the new prompts and be sure to update yourself on the new FAQ and info pages!! We've updated some things to improve the clarity of the questions and to answer some questions you had from the first round. Because we're a bit later than last time, as soon as you send us a message deciding to join, we'll send you back a bingo card that you can get working on right away. :3 We hope you have fun!! 

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We forgot to mention that THE SECOND BINGO ROUND STARTS ON 1ST OF MAY!!!!!

Look out for the new prompts and rules in the next few days!!!

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For my ‘historical era’ (the 20′s!) and ‘less than 500 words’ prompt square - an au based off Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries! 

“See?” Ace pulls against the sheets and Marco’s tie, and the fabrics slip apart under the pressure, dangling from his hands. “If anyone tried to climb out that window with these knots they would’ve fallen and broken their necks.”

“And as we saw from Miss Mary’s autopsy report, that wasn’t the cause of her death - nor an injury she sustained prior to her death.” Sabo crosses his arms, frowning at Marco, and Marco can’t help but look at their stubborn expressions and sigh.

“How do you even know so much about knots?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose, and Sabo steals Marco’s tie from Ace’s hands, curling the fabric around his wrist.

“Practice,” he says, lips curving into a wicked smirk, and Marco swallows hard and tries not to think about dark silk wrapped around those pale wrists in other circumstances.  

“Lots of practice,” Ace adds, and he doesn’t smile like Sabo does but there’s distinct amusement in the corners of his mouth. “And experiments, too, of course.”

“Practice,” Marco repeats, and Ace blinks innocently and says,

“Yes, Inspector. How else would we be so good at escaping out windows?”

Ah, Marco thinks, right before Sabo adds with a grin that shows off every tooth, “And tying people up? We don’t have handcuffs like yours.”

“Though they would be nice,” Ace says, resting his chin in his hands and blinking his eyelashes in a way that Ace likely calls ‘innocent’ and Marco calls ‘taunting’. “Would you lend them to us for the night?”

“Police property stays with policemen.”

Sabo grins. “Oh, we weren’t thinking of separating the two.”

Lips pursed, Marco glares and watches as they both bite back simultaneous smiles. The little reminder that his glare seems far more embarrassed than threatening makes his eyes narrow further and his mouth snap, “As you’ve finished your demonstration, may I have my tie back?”

Ace hums, so obviously eyeing off the loose button on his shirt that Marco feels he should be arrested on principle, but Sabo complies and steps closer. He settles himself far to close and slides the tie around Marco’s neck in a way that leaves very little space between Marco’s lips and Sabo’s throat. Even through the stiff fabric of his shirt collar he can feel the trailing pressure of Sabo’s fingertips, and Marco has to press his lips together and his palms against the desk, bracing himself for a blow that will never land.

“There,” Sabo says, tucking Marco’s tie neatly inside his coat and giving it a soft pat, but his hand lingers and Marco wonders if Sabo can feel his thudding heartbeat. “All perfect again, Inspector.”

“When is he not?” Ace asks, the side of his lip quirked, and Marco coughs quickly and adjusts his tie.

“Three am is generally an unfortunate time for me,” he says, then pushes Sabo away and ignores the disappointment on his face. “Now, if you will? There is still a murder to solve.”

“When is there not?” Ace asks, rolling his eyes, but he offers a sympathetic smile and the tips of his fingers reach for Sabo. As they leave, Marco watches their knuckles brush and wonders if they know how dangerous it is for them to stand so close.

There are laws against this game they play, but as long as it is only ever a game, Marco can turn his eyes away.

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MAS BINGO PROMPT: HUNGER/STARTVATION

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Coming back to the Moby Dick after months of undercover work without seeing Ace and Marco warms up his whole body in the quiet, winter night. He waves at the lurking members on the deck, greeting them before striding to Marco’s room.

He steeps in without knocking, grins when his eyes land on Marco’s hands around Ace’s stomach as Ace leans back on Marco’s chest. A smile stretches across Ace’s face, and he’s up on his feet, hugging Sabo tightly, arms keeping him close.

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I’ll Never Hurt You

Prompt: Broken Promises

Category: Angst

“I promise: I’ll never hurt you.”

The words echo in Sabo’s head. Ace stands above him, hiding tears, his face set in determination. Sabo can’t even feel the dagger going through is stomach. Somewhere in the back of his head, he thinks he might be in shock. There’s something more important pressing against his thoughts.

Ace is breaking his promise.

Ace never breaks promises.

Distantly, Sabo hears Marco screaming, but isn’t sure what he’s saying. Everything outside of this moment sounds like white noise. All he can hear is Ace’s breathing. Can feel Ace’s heart beating from where his hand is pressed against Ace’s neck in a final, loving touch. He swipes his thumb across Ace’s cheek almost reflexively, brushing away a stray tear.

“I love you,” Sabo says, trying to smile up at him.

Ace looks so betrayed. Which is ironic considering who’s holding the knife. Sabo watches the emotions that flit across his face. Anger. Hurt. Desperation. Confusion? Perhaps a brief moment of love. He settles again on anger. Sabo almost laughs. Of course Ace is angry. He always was such an angry child. He feels his consciousness starting to slip. Ace pulls away. His face is too blurry.

“I lo…ve you,” Sabo calls after him.

Marco appears then, too loud and too sudden. Sabo’s attention is pulled away from Ace. When he looks again, Ace is gone. Marco is yelling something. Sabo can’t tell if it’s to him or to someone else. He coughs and the pain nearly sends him into darkness. Marco is warm. It’s comforting despite the heat radiating throughout his abdomen. Marco takes his fallen hand, grasping it nearly painfully tight. His other arm wraps around Sabo’s shoulders. Sabo looks up at him. There’s so much pain in Marco’s eyes. Things finally sink in.

Ace betrayed them.

Ace broke his promise.

By stabbing Sabo. That’s probably concerning. And important. Sabo isn’t really sure anymore. Whether being stabbed is good or bad. Perhaps it’s both?

It’s probably bad. Marco seems very upset.

Sabo’s having trouble seeing him. All he can see are brown eyes, flecks of copper hidden by regret. Darkened by determination. There’s something wrong with Ace. Sabo tries to tell this to Marco. His voice, however, only comes out as a gurgle. There’s a metallic taste filling his mouth. He hadn’t noticed that before. Marco hushes him. But Sabo swallows and tries again. This is important, damn it!

“Ace…” he manages to force out.

Sabo thinks Marco makes a noise in response. Something pained and angry and hurt. Which is understandable.

“Hush now, love. Ace is gone.”

Sabo shakes his head. Yes, Ace is gone. Yes, that’s what he is talking about. But Marco doesn’t seem to understand. Fuck. His head feels fuzzy. He coughs again, cringing at the pain and the sound. It’s very… wet.

“Ace… wrong. Wrong,” he mumbles, hoping that Marco can hear him. That Marco understands.

That Ace never breaks promises.

There’s a quietness that’s calling to him. It’s gentle. Comforting. He isn’t sure he can resist anymore.

With a final mumbled, “Ace,” Sabo closes his eyes.

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Fantasy AU for @masbingo

Court Magician Marco accidentally summons two demons to aid him in capturing a traitor who nearly killed a fellow knight and stole an invaluable amulet. They must stop him before he uses it to gain unimaginable power.

Bonus: Demon Queen Rouge~

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Broken Promises(free space)

Because I finally am gonna quit being a lazy piece of shit, here is my first story for MAS Bingo. For my free space I choose to do the ‘500 words or less’(total word count: 475) prompt, so get ready for angst! ((I got inspiration from this song, Zombie Song, but it doesn’t quite go along with what I wrote so you don’t need to listen to it if ya don’t wanna))

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!!!Warning!!!

Referenced Major Character Death

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Reminisce(defiance)

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simplymoemega:

Here’s my second prompt: defiance. Here’s, even more, angst for y’all and I hope you enjoy it(it’s really bad so don’t feel bad about leaving a comment saying such).

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!!!Warning!!!

I believe there is only one cuss word but it’s still there so warning y’all who don’t like profanity

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go summon up the dead ones

I was not gonna make my Bingo for @masbingo, and then Nari pointed out you could combine squares, so here is a one fic bingo for broken + revenge + ghosts + detective partners + “I want to be a monster that helps people”. It is Lovecraft inspired and not happy.

Ace compares the circle on the ground with the one in the book one more time. It’s perfect, as it should be–he spent a long time measuring angles and using protractors to make it as precise as it needs to be. He snaps the book shut and stands in front of the circle, looking down at it.

He’s gonna get one shot at this, he knows, and any distraction will cause untold destruction. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and concentrates. It’s just there, and he just has to reach for–

“Ace! What have I told you about summoning in the living room?”

Ace’s eyes fly open and his shoulders go tight. “Sabo,” he says, trying to keep the flow. “What are you–”

“At least you rolled up the carpet this time, but this isn’t chalk, is it? Oh, ew, is it blood?”

Ace closes his eyes and sighs, feeling something far away and very close snap.

“You’re getting it out of the floor, you know. I’m not losing our security deposit just because you got art-happy without any ink around.”

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Prompt Suggestion Poll

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Prompt Suggestion Poll

Hey everyone!

Here’s the next poll you should all fill if you want to share your prompt ideas and your opinion when this event should take place.  here’s the link, thanks for filling this out.

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MAS Bingo Square #17 – Caustic

Standing by the window, Ace looks on outside in longing as the rain rushes along onto the ground. A soft whine leaves him, wanting to feel it on his skin, wanting to know how it feels to get soaked with no care in the world. Wanted to know what it felt like being hit with fresh water instead of salt water. It was unfair for him, getting to see others rushing through or even playing in it—which is why he watches the backyard mostly now—but he couldn’t, not even a single drop should touch him. 

Drinking water is different, but the water touching his skin ignited a caustic reaction. He becomes corrosive to anyone around him and to himself if not careful. Unlike most who can control their power at will all the time, Ace can somewhat but is still weak to water, sadly. It makes him always upset over the factor, not being like his two lovers. They were so helpful to save people and he was practically meant for the villain role with his power. He has gotten plenty of offers with that, but he always declines as he knows that’s not the way and doesn’t want to hurt people. 

He just hates it all. 

“I’m home!” Marco hollers and Ace perks up a little while rushing to the doorway of the kitchen, beaming to his lover. The coat is removed and as Ace wants to step closer, he stops with a frown. Marco is soaked to the bone from the rain and has him carefully step back around the corner as he gives a hesitant grin. 

“Welcome home! Did everything go alright?” The question is to help distract from his tense posture and Marco looks on with a look of sympathy, something that Ace always hated. 

“Yes, I had to go pummel someone before my afternoon meeting, but luckily Sabo took over for the rest of it.” Marco mentions while putting his coat up in the sealed area where the rained on items go, shoes shortly following to be dried. “I’ll be done in a few minutes, yoi. Could you make some coffee?” 

“Sure,” Ace mentions even though he already made some and wouldn’t doubt the other knows that, but trying to find something to distract him with. The door opens to show Sabo rush in, bumping into Marco and they are giving light laughs. Kisses are shared, and Ace looks on with a clenching heart, desiring that affection so much and only reminded on what happened to let those scars show on one of his lovers. Before Sabo can see him, he turns to head back into the kitchen with hands gripping to the front of his shirt. 

The power Ace has can’t have water, meaning blood and saliva can’t touch his skin and that includes just a smidge around his lips. They can’t use anything to do something more as everything has water, though there is some with salt water that helps, but makes him get a bit of irritation when used too much. Ace could feel his limits pressed as he knew everyone was trying to find ways his power wasn’t so destructive, but it was hardly something. Even when Sabo says he doesn’t hold it against Ace, he knows the other’s afraid to do something more intimate with him in fear of being burned again. Marco was able to heal him, but it left scarring behind, something Sabo hated so much he hid it when he could with his hair. 

Ace wants to cry, standing in front of the coffee maker and suddenly notices the rain has stopped. Moving along in his slippers, he goes to the backdoor and looks through the window with teary eyes. Thoughts bombard him, knowing they couldn’t keep loving him when they hardly could be intimate with him like they want to. Ace can’t help but to think how they were perfect together without him in the picture and realizes his hand is on the door knob, opening it right up. 

He didn’t belong here. 

Flames overtake his appearance with a dark tone to it and creating a lashing of a dark outfit to snug onto him and his mind feels overcome. 

“Ace!” A shout resounds while the head tilts, wind wiping through his dark hair as he stares to green eyes of surprise. “Don’t!” The plea is there, and Ace can’t help that his heart feels consumed with darkness for what has happened. 

“It’s for the best…” Ace mutters with a hand lifted to show the burning of skin as droplets find it, but it’s under control for the first time since he discovered them at sixteen. The crackling and sizzling is made with skin looking like burning embers, but soon fade. 

“No, look! You can get it under control! Just not like this!” Sabo exclaims as Marco is soon next to him with wide eyes at the sight of their lover. Dark eyes stare to them, carrying no warmth as they would, and they wonder how much of this darkness they have missed. 

“Ace! This is great progress, yoi! Let us work on getting it more… good!” Marco tries, already having to deal with a brother who turned to the dark side, but they luckily reigned him back in. Though Ace looked far too deep in an emotional landslide to be easy to get back. 

“It’s not meant for good… I am only destruction… I bring misfortune to everyone…” The words are showing the stalling, the last bit that wants to hang onto his life as he watches droplets fall to skin and show the effects. 

“But you don’t want to hurt anyone…” Marco continues while treading closer and shows a pleading gaze, though dark eyes are pinpointed to skin. “You can use this power for good… Remember, Thatch has a destructive power, but he uses it for good and evolved it so much since then…” 

“Thatch is light,” the snap comes out as Ace glares with teeth gritting. “I won’t change! I practically explode on people! I can’t even understand how Sabo can still look at me! He can hardly be near me! You are always on guard!” Ace is in a flurry as flames crackle along his shoulders from his confliction and the darkness lingers in the flames. 

“We just worry! We are trying to help without you feeling bad if you do hurt us!” Marco tries back with a hand reaching out and gets a snapping of flames that shift to just show burning along Ace’s face, the inner part of his mouth glowing as he opens it. 

“I am only meant for that! I can only hurt people! How can I protect when I just destroy whatever is in my path?! Not once have I been helpful or seen in a light! You have done nothing to help improve my power! I have been lingering in these depths to watch as my life means nothing to those around me!” 

“We love you!” Sabo shouts out while coming up to be closer, but is startled at the glowing silver in those usual dark eyes. 

“Do you? Or are you two just loving the fact that you think you can fix me?” They are both alarmed at the accusation and Marco gives a glare. 

“We do love you, damn it! That’s just the dark part trying to fool you, yoi! Don’t let it consume you!” 

“But Marco…” A foot shifts to lift, the other following easily as he seems to be floating up. Crackling sounds heighten as the glowing skin shows with flames forming just under the black suited male, the two blonds backing away at the whirling starting. They look on in desperation as silver eyes gleam and show to be empty of emotion. “I have never felt so alive.” 

And then he was gone in a whirl of flames.

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Hey guys!!!!!! We made a poll about things to change for the next event, and would love to hear your thoughts. It only takes about three minutes to complete, and it’d be super helpful for us if you’d complete it as soon as you can.

The poll will close on January 20th, and we’d like to respectfully ask you only vote once and only if you plan to enter round 2.

MAS bingo poll link!

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Please spare a few minutes guys!!! it takes no more than five

[masbingo]

Hey guys!!!!!! We made a poll about things to change for the next event, and would love to hear your thoughts. It only takes about three minutes to complete, and it’d be super helpful for us if you’d complete it as soon as you can.

The poll will close on January 20th, and we’d like to respectfully ask you only vote once and only if you plan to enter round 2.

MAS bingo poll link!

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MAS Bingo Square #11 – Inappropriate Erections

It wasn’t often that Marco found himself with a problem, Sabo was sure to cover all his needs as that what boyfriends do. They had started dating just last year, both starting out that year in college. As things ran smoothly, they had got a dorm together under the preface of being just roommates this year—during the summer break. College doesn’t really look into it more as long as you pay what needs to be paid, so they were in the clear with everything. They had been going to this school together for the past year, Sabo being younger and Marco starting a year later than what people usually do. Their classes had been similar, and they worked together great, so when they started dating everything just took off. 

Now, there was a rule between them, no teasing in classes as education was important. Any time in between where they had enough of was free game, but no teasing or flaunts in class. They had agreed on it and went with it, so when their classes weren’t going on it was fun to startle the newer people. Not being too shy over it and even showing a little of it when they could as long as it stayed PG, no staff complained. 

Today had been the time Marco found himself with a problem, and his boyfriend wasn’t even in the same class as him. He had this class for the past three weeks, and never had he once noticed the freckle faced guy with dark hair and eyes. He had dashed in, startling most, and almost slid his chair into Marco, which a quick apology came from him as the sound for class to start was there. Of course, Marco waved it off and mentioning how it wasn’t a big deal. 

Oh, it was a big deal. 

The mentioning of Sabo saying they may consider a threesome had somehow festered into his mind minutes later during the lecture. They agreed to share people of interest and Marco suddenly felt like he needed a picture of this guy next to him to send to Sabo. Considering looks and the attitude seeming to be a very uplifting one, Marco thought he may be a good pick—if not, at least friends. The thought in mind, he talked with the other as they were given work and told to pick a partner, which Ace was the one to introduce himself and suggest. 

“You volunteer?” The question leaves Marco, holding his tongue on his speech tic, careful it doesn’t slip and ruin the potential. 

“Yeah, that’s basically why I have missed the past weeks. We keep getting calls just perfect on time for when I need to get here or last all night I have no energy to move.” He laughs out while turning a couple pages in his textbook. “The teach is nice enough to show copies of his notes to take down, but I do better in seat when I can.” 

“I could go over them with you, yoi.” A slight grimace leaves Marco as it slips in his slight rush to offer more time with the other, even hopefully introduce Ace to Sabo, so his boyfriend could see what he means by potential candidate if the other was up to it, of course. 

“Whaaa? Really, man?!” Ace is practically beaming and causes twists in Marco’s stomach. “That would be great!” He mentions with a relieved laugh and pats his head before shifting to pull at the bottom of my shirt. “Ah, sorry, it’s warm in here!” He chuckles while pulling the shirt up to rub at his face and exposing those taut abs bending. Marco swears Ace is doing it on purpose by the way they tighten. 

Just like how his pants are starting to feel. 

“Sure, we could set up a time. Sabo is great with studying, too.” 

“Sabo?” Ace asks curiously as there is a small flicker in his eyes, and Marco must keep his own on that freckled face to not make his erection any more inconvenient than it already is. 

“Yeah, you’ll like him.” Marco reassures with a grin and shifts in his seat to keep his lap hidden under the desk. “He likes muscl—music. He likes music, so he might have that playing while studying.” The strain of the word is there, Marco noticing as the other caught what he was saying, showing that twinge in his eyes into a twinkle. It brings a bit of heat to his face as he feigns that he was about to say muscles, which was probably true if his boyfriend sees Ace. 

“Sweet, I like alternative stuff, but I’m pretty open to anything.” Ace is grinning and moved to have his elbow to the desk, bicep in full view and did he just flex a little? 

The little shit… 

“Great, let me give you my number, yoi.” Marco replies while trying to stifle his erection that was highly inappropriate, not even knowing muscles affected him that much. Oh goodness, he needs Sabo between classes—stat.