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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-21 08:53 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore


Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.


RULES
  • This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
  • Your fill still has to be about a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. What ships you create work for is up to you, though.
  • To submit your fill, simply leave it as a comment as a reply to this post.
  • 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.

Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your fill comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
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)
  • If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
  • 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
  • If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
  • 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 fills as you want!

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!
elucidatedlucy: absolutely purposefully terrible (Default)

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2016-08-04 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Tags: Amputation, Death sort of, Trans HC pronouns
Words: 550
Miyahara & Manami, priestess & her living dead familiar.

Manami's skin would kaleidoscope between golds and silvers as they moved from place to place, and looking at it closer didn't make Miyahara understand why anymore than she did otherwise. Nervous stare at their shoulder, avoiding unsightly glances, it was supposed to be the same magic that kept them together.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner," she muttered.

Tape left crosshatch imprints as she ripped it away. Every playful jump of their feet was - a performance or real.

"You're so busy, rep!" Airy and another squeak as she tore away another layer. "There are a lot of tests you have to worry about. You don't need me coming up with another arm, do you?"

"You're one of those tests, Sangaku." She gathered narrow strips of paper. Each stood adorned in poem and prose. Instruction had taught her the words for healing, but that had little use on Manami. "Hold up your arm for me. You're lucky I caught this before you started rotting."

"Sorry!" they said, hardly apologetic at all.

Miyahara wrapped the papers around the joint, and from there to their neck, just to supplement it all - most people wouldn't do that, but it made sense to connect to whatever aspect of musculature they may have still had. Even if it didn't matter, it was better to go through the motions. Better to think that anything about them had an earthly sensible tie.

"Do you have a knife?"

It caught her off guard, meeting their eyes. Manami was gentle. She had always known them as soft and foolish and always miserably late, terrible about getting anything done. But she knew the whispers throughout the campus.

Miyahara knew what people said about her undead.

"No," she said. "I don't need so much as a knife for this." Hands ran through her skirt, away from their skin. Searching, to her bags. "A needle is enough."

Serious and too aware. A single prick and she worked the blood to the surface. The sight still made her head spin. Manami only ever watched, smile barely present, as she would chew her nails and fingers. Agonizingly patient. Red sank into the paper till it took every hint of white, far more than the drop she'd deposited. Miyahara drew her hand away and watched it all sink against their skin - watched the arm set itself properly against their body, and settle as though nothing had happened.

The radiating heat dimmed and Manami pulled their shirt back on, buttons at a time. She didn't look. She knew well enough of every binding and marking left beneath.

"Thanks, rep."

"Remember to put your mask back on," she said. Looking away. Trying to focus on papers she'd read too many times. "The seniors have been complaining to me lately."

"Right!"

Airy and free and -

Sometimes, Miyahara didn't understand it.

How different the living child she'd known had been.

Children didn't think much of the magic they cast, but Miyahara took her mistakes in hand without complaint. If it meant certification, if it meant strict teaching, and if it meant living here, to let a friend have a chance at life -

She wasn't about to turn that down.