#shikajinweekend24

[unioncolours]

ONE MONTH LEFT UNTIL SHIKAJIN WEEKEND 2024

➡Here is the masterpost, including the creative prompts! ⬅

We can't wait to see your works in a month! If you feel like you don't have time to be creative or create a completely new work, don't worry, you can always join in by writing a little ramble about them!

BONUS PROMPTS FOR SHIKAJIN WEEKEND 2024:

Day 1, 5th Dec: When and why did you begin to ship Shikajin? The stage is free to gush about our ship!

Day 2, 6th Dec: What are your favourite tropes for Shikajin?

Day 3, 7th Dec: What headcanons do you have for Shikajin?

Day 4, 8th Dec: Do you have any music or songs you connect to Shikajin? Let's hear them!

Remember to use the hashtag #shikajinweekend24

Any questions can be aimed at me.

See you in one month 💜💚

[twnj]

#shikajinweekend24 Day 4 Prompt - Change part 2!

@unioncolours marvellous and touching fic 'today you are stubborn, tomorrow unstoppable' on ao3 here!

[clumsydragon28]

Her Boys

Shikajin Weekend 2024 
Day 4 – “Change”

Chocho takes destiny into her own hands and creates a future filled with love and possibility.

I have the best time with this event and I can’t wait until we get to do it all again 💜💚

[thespookymoth]

My entry for #shikajinweekend24

Day 2 "International Shikajin"

"It feels like we are oceans apart"

#ShikaJin || Rated T || Getting Back Together

[backgroundcharacterno5]

Shikajin weekend 2024

Day 3: Bad hair day + “It’s just a stupid drawing”

Something silly for today ft. Chocho!

[clumsydragon28]

Love Birds

Shikajin Weekend 2024

Day 2 – “I’m proud of you”

Inojin comes up with a plan to applaud Shikadai’s achievements in the best way he knows how. 

I tried something different with this one and had alot of fun with it 🥰

Below the cut are the passages from the fic typed out for easier reading if required 🫶

Message 1:

Today, my beloved, you received a promotion and though I cannot be there, I must still share my devotion.

I wanted to commemorate this special moment in time.  To miss the opportunity would feel like such a crime.

So I thought of a way to use what I know and enlisted some “friends” to help put on a show.

Now, stop being a grump, wipe off that frown,  and go follow my birds all around the town.

Message 2:

The first stop on tonight’s journey is the banks of the bubbling stream where we shared our very first kiss and began living this wonderful dream.

Message 3:

This is where we told our friends that we’d officially started dating and found out I was not the only one who had been patiently awaiting. 

Message 4:

Here is where we proclaimed our love and carved our names in bark promising that forever we’d lead each other through the dark.

Final Message:

I hope you enjoyed your little trip strolling down memory lane and that this present tides you over until we’re united once again.

Though I cannot say it in person, please know that this is true: Congratulations, Shikadai! I’m so very proud of you.

Shikadai's Message:

I asked your dad to help me. I’m no artist and I’m no good at being all romantic and shit. But I tried, okay? Anyway…

I’m proud of you, too. And I’m so proud I get to call you mine. 

Welcome back home, Sunshine.

[clumsydragon28]

Blinding

Shikajin Weekend 2024

Day 1 - "It's okay if it's you"

“'Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open And finally it seemed that the spell was broken”

Florence + the Machine

For those of you who have read Plié-sed to Have Met You or Sway this little teaser takes place within that same universe. It's a scene that I plan to include in my soon(ish) to come Shikajin part 2 of this dance AU. It is not necessary however to read either of the others to understand this addition.

This scene was inspired by beautiful artwork the wonderful @twnj blessed me with ❤️ You can find that beautiful artwork here 🥰

Full story below the cut ✨

One of Inojin’s favourite things about dance is that there is nothing set in stone. People can dance to the same song over and over again and it will never once repeat. A person who had choreographed a routine however many years ago can even now create a completely new story to that same exact song. 

Dance leaves room for you to experiment. It allows for endless permutations and limitless combinations. It is fueled by opportunity and opens you up to possibility. Therefore, it never gets boring because it’s always different. Always shifting. Always changing.

Inojin’s final exam for his contemporary class was the perfect representation of that fact. He and his classmates were each given the same song and told to choreograph a minute and a half solo to it. Inojin had been slotted into the last spot of the lineup, and he eagerly continued to wait his turn as he watched dance after dance to the same piece of music.

The song their teacher had chosen was both haunting and relentless. The groove of drums along with the symphony of wind instruments clashed to create a thrilling tension perfect for storytelling. Inojin had been very pleased the first time he heard it, knowing immediately these dances would be something special.

After a full semester together, Inojin had gotten to know his classmates pretty well. He’d even been able to correctly guess which moves they would include in their solos, like Metal and his switch leap at the top of the routine or Tsubaki with her snake to the floor during the final eight counts. Yet despite Inojin’s penchant for prediction, the beauty of this assignment was that he was able to see his fellow dancers in a different light.

It is one thing to execute someone else’s steps for them, but it is another entirely to execute your own. Something unique happens when one is tasked with choreographing for themself. Those moves are the most raw. The most natural. The most direct. There comes no need for translation between teacher and student when the dancer is their own creator. 

That was what Inojin found most thrilling about this assignment. What better way to see the true feeling of a dancer than watching them express it themself? Who better than Inojin to choreograph for himself when he knows his story better than anyone else?

After waiting and waiting and waiting, it finally came time for Inojin to perform his solo. He could not have been more ready and excited. He took up his starting position in the center of the floor, readjusted the silk of the slap-dash costume tied about his waist, and allowed the music to wash over him as his body began to move. 

Though this was just a casual performance in a half-filled classroom, Inojin danced with the same enthusiasm and vigor as if he was on stage in a sold-out theatre. He looked out into his audience, just one teacher and a handful of students, and though he didn’t make eye contact with any single person, he knew everyone seated there could feel his piercing stare. Inojin saw every thought and feeling that went through their bodies as he performed. Not only what he danced, but how he danced seemed to move them so deeply where they became lost in captivation.

Inojin had their utmost attention. He had their very souls locked into his mind and eyes. And he thrived off of it.

The swells of the brass along with the singer’s ethereal voice carried Inojin to heights he hadn’t reached since before his surgery. He swore he leapt higher off the ground and bent deeper into his pliés than he had in months. Whether it was the welcome pressure of an enraptured audience or the buildup in anticipation of waiting to heal, Inojin didn’t know. Either way, he danced his solo to his fullest potential. 

Inojin became blinded by his own movements. He danced without thinking. He danced without fear. Inojin lost himself to the performance in the same way his classmates and teacher had, hypnotized by the power of a story told straight from its source. 

It wasn’t until Inojin fell to his knees on the final chord that the spell broke. The dance escaped his body as the music faded, manifesting itself in the air all around him. All of the pent-up frustration and anger tore through his chest and stormed every wall of the room. His emotions spilled out onto the floor with each laboured puff of air as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel the pull on his scar tissue from the overexertion and strain, but the threat of any reinjury was nowhere to be seen. 

Inojin swore the applause he received for his solo was louder than any of his other classmates’. The reception filled him to the brim with confidence and determination, fanning his hunger to burn brighter and stronger.

He hadn’t thought he needed it. Inojin knew that he could dance incredibly well, and he didn’t need to be told that to believe it. But the simple reassurance of hands clapping together, of people being compelled to react because of something he had created, made Inojin feel secure in his choice of destiny. 

He truly was meant to follow this path. His dream had never died. He’d just had to delay it slightly. 

With his solo done class was over, signifying the end of fall term and the beginning of winter break. His classmates scurried out of the room yelling rushed goodbyes, urgently racing to catch their trains and planes back home for the holidays. But Inojin was in no such hurry. His grandmother’s house would still be just as warm and welcoming as it always was no matter if he took the first bus or the last.

After shoving his sweat-drenched costume into his bag and throwing on his beloved flannel, Inojin exited the classroom to find a surprising but no less warm and welcoming sight waiting for him in the corridor.

“Shikadai?”

The other man sat cross-legged on the tile floor of the hallway. He appeared to have been reading, but was already shoving the book back into his bag before Inojin could catch a glimpse of the title. Shikadai then stood up, adjusting his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose and pulling on his clothes that had become mussed with the movements. A sliver of tan, defined skin peaked out over the top of Shikadai’s blue jeans before his shirt fell back down to sadly hide it from view.

The display distracted Inojin for a few – or rather, many long moments until his brain finally jumped back to the present and he remembered how odd it was to find this display happening here of all places.

“What are you doing here? I thought you avoided the dance corridor like the plague.”

Shikadai made a noise halfway between a chuckle and a snort, and Inojin tried to ignore what that sound did to him.

“I finished my last exam a few hours ago, and my flight back to Mexico isn’t until tomorrow morning. On the phone you mentioned your final was also today so—”

“You remembered that?”

Shikadai looked just as caught off guard as Inojin felt. He had rambled about so many things during that conversation, a majority of which Inojin couldn’t recall if he tried. When he was in the zone like that, he just yapped away about whatever popped into his head in the moment without giving it a second thought.

“Well, yeah. You sounded really excited about it, so it had to be important, no?”

The fact that Shikadai had paid more attention to the words coming out of his mouth than he himself had made a pleasant yet dangerous heat tingle in the depths of Inojin’s core.

“Anyway, since I had the time free, I figured I’d wait for you here to finish.”

Inojin scoffed.

“Really? You chose to spend your free time in the wing of the school you complained was too loud and too noisy and too distracting and—”

“It actually wasn’t that bad.”

Shikadai shrugged, trying to seem unphased by the accusations tossed his way. But the faint flush of pink hiding behind the rim of his glasses said otherwise.

“Well…Today, at least, I didn’t hate it. It was okay.”

Inojin was so confused. Why did he willingly come and wait in the corridor that he couldn’t stand? And why today? What made this day different from any other?

The blush on Shikadai’s cheeks grew even darker as he cleared his throat before continuing to explain.

“Usually, I don’t know why the noise is happening. That’s what makes it so troublesome. But today, I knew you were on the other side of that door. That made it more…bearable? No, that’s not the right word.”

Shikadai brought his hand up to his chin and scratched at his stubble, looking off to the side as he fell deep into thought.

“¿Como se dice en inglés?”

Inojin was entranced by the way Shikadai’s Adam’s apple danced in his throat as he continued talking to himself in Spanish. He had no idea how long he stood there staring until Shikadai removed his hand away from his mouth. He mumbled once again, but Inojin couldn’t make out what he said. Whatever it was, Shikadai seemed a bit disappointed. He gave a defeated shrug in Inojin’s direction. 

“Tranquilo. That’s what we would call it back home.”

Inojin had heard that word used before. It meant tranquil. Relaxed. Peaceful. 

He had brought peace to Shikadai’s day?

Inojin suddenly felt like he needed to collapse onto his knees once more. 

“It was comforting, in a way. Knowing the source of the ‘noise’. Made it no longer feel like noise. Made it feel…tranquilo.”

Shikadai gave one more shrug of his shoulders, but this time accompanied by a smirk on his lips.

“So, yeah. The ‘noise’? Está bien. Está bien si eres tú.”

That dangerous heat in Inojin’s stomach grew from a manageable simmer to a raging boil.

“It’s okay if it’s you.”

[clumsydragon28]

Silhouettes

Shikajin Weekend 2024

Day 1 – “Dreaming of the future”

As nighttime surrounds them, Shikadai uses the darkness to ponder what life has in store for him and Inojin.

My first submission for the event 🥰 Happy celebrating everyone 💚💜

[unioncolours]

New fic!

My submission for Shikajin Weekend 2024, day 2, prompt canon divergent

fic today you are stubborn, tomorrow unstoppable

Rated M

[clumsydragon28]

our hands belong on our swords

Shikajin Weekend 2024 Day 3 – “If we were villains”

When we last met our heroes, they were just that: heroes. They had brought an end to a years-long pirate dispute using nothing but the unbreakable bond of their love. They then took their prize, relished in their spoils, and spent their days in paradise living away from the troubles of the world.

But even in paradise, one can get a bit antsy.

Inojin begins to crave adventure. He misses the excitement and unpredictability of life out on the seas, and he wants to do something about it. And though reluctant at first, Shikadai decides to give in to his lover’s desires just this once and have themselves a little fun.

Adding a good dose of some swashbuckling fun to the event ⚔️🏴‍☠️

DRINK UP ME HEARTIES, YO HO 🍻

[unioncolours]

💜LESS THAN ONE WEEK UNTIL THE WEEKEND!💚

Do you feel like time is running out and there is not enough time to create a new work for the weekend? Fret not, here are bonus prompts!

BONUS PROMPTS FOR SHIKAJIN WEEKEND 2024:

Day 1, 5th Dec: When and why did you begin to ship Shikajin? The stage is free to gush about our ship!

Day 2, 6th Dec: What are your favourite tropes for Shikajin?

Day 3, 7th Dec: What headcanons do you have for Shikajin?

Day 4, 8th Dec: Do you have any music or songs you connect to Shikajin? Let's hear them!

Remember to use the hashtag #shikajinweekend24

SEE YOU IN ONE WEEK 💖

SHIKAJIN WEEKEND 2024

[Image ID: A black and white photorealistic artwork of Shikadai and Inojin by @generousbarbaracowboy Shikadai is kissing the bridge of Inojin's nose].

Welcome to Shikajin Weekend 2024, which will be hosted 5th December - 8th December 2024 💜💚

This is a fan weekend dedicated to the romantic relationship between Yamanaka Inojin and Nara Shikadai. It is meant to give a spark of joy and creativity to the fans of said ship. Each day consists of three prompts, which can be used as inspiration for any sort of fan creation! However, it is not obligatory to use the prompts.

Any sort of content you have created for them is welcomed in the event: fanfictions, fanarts, moodboards, playlists, edits, etc. They can be in any language. Remember to correctly rate and tag your works.

When uploading your works either onto tumblr or twitter, remember to use the hashtag #shikajinweekend24 so we can find your work and share it. If you upload your work onto AO3 you can make a post about it so it can be shared!

You can find the list of prompts below!

[Image ID 1: Banner for the prompts for day 1 and 2, with a sketch by @twnj. In in adult Inojin is leaning in to kiss adult Shikadai, who is wearing glasses. They are both wearing smart casual modern clothes.]

[Image ID 2: Banner for the prompts for day 3 and 4, with a sketch by @twnj. In in adult Inojin is leaning in to kiss adult Shikadai, who is wearing glasses. They are both wearing smart casual modern clothes.]

LIST OF PROMPTS:

DAY 1 5th December

Happy Birthday, Inojin!

Dreaming of the future

"It's okay if it's you."

DAY 2 6th December

International Shikajin

Canon divergent

"I am proud of you."

DAY 3 7th December

If we were villains

Bad hair day

"It's just a stupid drawing."

DAY 4 8th December

Change

Sports AU

"Duuuude 👀"

Please do not enter with Ai generated content, as we want fandom to host the fun of the human mind.

This weekend is for fun and community, so any type of character or ship bashing, along with general negativity isn't welcomed.

Please, keep the rating of your works at M at most! Angst is very welcomed, but keep this weekend free of the heaviest triggers.

The host of this weekend is me, @unioncolours on tumblr and @Majsasaurus on twitter/X. I will share forward the works uploaded with the tag #shikajinmonth24. The weekend is between 5th December - 8th December, but I will reblog or retweet the entire December month. Any questions you may have can be sent to me.

Most importantly, have fun! See you in December 💚💜

[unioncolours]

Thank you all for 70 user subs on AO3 🥰

70 people want me in their inbox, unbelievable!! 🥹🥹

After #shikajinweekend24 I might host a little give away!

[twnj]

#shikajinweekend24 Day 4 - not linked to any prompts but I wanted to draw Shikajin from @notquitejiraiya 's Grandmaster sequal (affectionately known as GMJ) for the 'mother' of the fic @unioncolours 🤭

[twnj]

#shikajinweekend24 Day 4 - actually not linked to any of the prompts but had been watching RENT and started to draw this.

Shikadai = Tom Collins - a computer genius 'vagabond'

Inojin = Angel - Bohemian artist and dragqueen

❤️🕺💃🎶🐥🦌

[unioncolours]

LOOK AT THIS WONDERFUL ART TO ACCOMPANY MY FIC FOR SHIKAJINWEEKEND24!

Here is the link to said fic today you are stubborn, tomorrow unstoppable ❤

#shikajinweekend24 Day 2 Prompt - Canon Divergent

@unioncolours wrote a powerful piece on Inojins' recovery from his latest injury in Boruto and asked me to do a piece to accompany it 😍 - Chapter 1

[twnj]

#shikajinweekend24 Day 3 Prompt - "It's just a stupid drawing".

I'm not much of a writer, but I ventured into the land of poetry for this particular prompt. I originally wanted to write a whole scene but it changed into this. It was partly inspired by @unioncolours To Go Down with the Sun fic, where Sai mentions he has seen drawings of Shikadai and he used to draw Ino a lot too...

I must give HUGE thanks credit to @clumsydragon28 for taking my jumple of misspelt words and actually making it look like a poem 🤭 See below the cut.

🎨🖌🐥🦌😉

'Charged'

Pulled towards a particular piece.

A milase.

A magnetism.

Familiar to Sai,

but from a distance

like an undefined memory.

At his son's desk, a jumble

of creation

and colours.

Carefree even.

A sight unfamiliar through his own youth’s eyes.

Which should have made

pinpointing the source

of this sensation

difficult.

But…

Piercing hunter green

and sleek black

stood out

from all others

with an incongruous zing;

a vibration that hummed

quietly

through teen mess a'strewn.

Captured,

Sai collected

the tossled leaves of art

and touched the tips of his fingers

to each piece

and paused.

As he did,

the distant stir,

that fuzzy memory

crept further forward in mind’s eye

but still not far enough

to name,

but close enough

to recognise

intensity.

Not like other drawings,

like birds or beasts or tools,

brought to life by careful fusion

of necessity and care.

This was a different

Love.

Sai paused again

with hand hovering,

hesitant to assess this sentiment further.

How strange.

Such a word he used

but now,

it had been thought,

that distant feeling landed

soft

and exact

and true.

It bloomed in his chest

as the sketch was eyed,

scrutinised,

revised.

Not his own love,

but a reflection of Inojin's

poured into ink

and affectionately formed.

Each line and stroke

sounding like a lovesick sigh,

shimmering

through upturned smirk

and laughing eyes.

Drawn with tentative tenderness.

A secret hope.

Fragility, terrifying in its scope –

Suddenly

the spell is broken,

the stairs a'creak with mumbling footsteps,

the door ajar,

sheet still in hand…

but Sai stands his ground

silent

and still

and stealed.

When flat coal eyes

meet shinning aqua,

the question hangs

between son and father.

The sketches,

though limp

and floppy with drenched meaning,

are transformed into

deadly weapons

in Sai's unwitting, ashen hand.

Like explosive tags,

a time realease bomb:

fuinjutsu

laid down in the complex lines of Shikadai’s

eyes.

Nose.

Mouth.

Loaded.

Burdened with Love.

Air charged

between the two bodies

stood:

explanation.

The explosive result

Sai hopes for;

controlled, of course.

Closed-eye smile

not in use as would be custom form

to create comfort

for the conversation.

Not this time

(but no malice either),

just honest connection.

Understanding.

Understanding…

'These pictures tingle to the touch',

stated flat

and plain,

and knowing.

Pale eyes flick down to

laiden hands.

Perspiring palms

momentarily replaced

by tight-nailed fists.

A countenance of confusion that lasts

a tick.

The bomb is primed.

kai

'It's just a stupid drawing'.

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*Fuinjustu - sealing and drawing jutsus

**Kai - 'release' in Japanese