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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-07 08:59 pm
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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Bonus Round 4: Quotes

A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.


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: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
    • 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., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). 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.


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.
  • Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
  • 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: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF 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: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
  • 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!
catlarks: (SASO: Cards)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[personal profile] catlarks 2016-07-21 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
tags: no major tags; crime AU, so some implication of violence but no depictions
Word Count: 775


It's dark on the docks. Water stretches out toward the horizon, gray and choppy against the greater blackness of the nighttime sky, an ocean across which no ships will be coming in. This particular boatyard has fallen into disuse, abandoned alongside the passage of time.

Miyuki stands in the dark with his crew around him, back hunched, eyes bright. They'd scoped out the shipyard during the day, when the chains across the entrance were but a small hurdle to overcome. They know all the routes in, know all of the exits. They know at what time the meeting was supposed to take place, because Miyuki's information is always good.

They made certain to arrive early, in time to watch their rival's supplier come in from the back. Their trucks had rolled in slowly, wheels crunching over gravel, headlights dimmed to their lowest but still cutting narrow beams across the night.

Miyuki isn't a thief. He's just making a little trouble for the competition.

His people revved their engines, roars of motors thundering out of the black. They drove at the trucks, fearless daredevils laughing at the possibility of a collision, swerving to the side at the last moment before looping around to take another pass. Miyuki might not consider himself a thief, but the drivers don't know that. With thousands upon thousands of dollars of precious cargo stored in their trucks, they slammed their vehicles into reverse before any of the motorcycles could dart behind them and cut them off.

Their wheels screeched against the pavement as they turned back onto the main road, darkened rear lights disappearing all too fast.

It's quiet on the docks, once Miyuki and his crew are again left alone. There's nothing coming in from the sea, but then again, there never was. The location is a symbolic one, a nostalgic choice on the part of a man who still likes paper newspapers, who takes his coffee black when he's asked but who likes green tea when he isn't, a man who enjoys the mantle of tradition.

Miyuki's information is always good, and he's collected a lot of information on Chris. When the next car comes, he knows who is inside of it, even as that man's subordinates get out to unwind the chains across the gate. It creaks open with a groan; the low scream of metal against metal heralds the arrival of a man far more important than the ones Miyuki's men had scared off.

Miyuki checks his watch. Takigawa Chris Yuu is precisely on time.

The town car idles, waiting, waiting for the men Chris has shown up to meet to present themselves for inspection. Miyuki waits, amidst the low hush of his crew's breathing, waits for the moment when realization breaks. It comes slowly. First the car moves, driving in a slow circle around the empty parking lot. When it stops, a man in a suit steps out. His subordinates rally around him.

He looks exactly as Miyuki expects, shoulders squared, back straight. Part of him wants to step out from where he's hidden himself, like a villain entering the spotlight and announcing his presence, aha, the antagonist has arrived.

But Miyuki knows better than that. This is but the first step in a many-layered plan, a plan requiring careful orchestration and which absolutely will not support a premature reveal. The hush of voices down below is too soft to carry, but Miyuki can see the men's mouths move. When Chris speaks, it's louder.

"It seems our meeting for tonight has been canceled," he says.

Though he's speaking to his men, his eyes are staring off into the night. Even when Miyuki knows he's well out of sight, he can't help but imagine that Chris sees him, that Chris is acknowledging what he's done. A thrill runs down his spine, a thrum of satisfaction taking up a place inside his chest.

"Let's go," Chris says after that, softer. Miyuki reads his lips, picks the words out from the subtle motions of his mouth.

He gestures to his own men, with a jerk of his head and a flick of his fingers, a motion that means, come on, we're leaving too. They head off together, silent in the night, picking their way back over to the bikes with care. He does not spare a glance over his shoulder; does not look back to watch as Chris' car pulls away.

There are more things lurking in the night than monsters. Miyuki is one of them. Chris is another. They wear prettier faces in the daytime but they're playing the same game, and Miyuki always plays games to win.