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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-05-28 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 1: AUs

AUs

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 10 June. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


This popular round is back once again! To begin this year's SASO, we encourage you to let your mind run wild with alternate ideas and settings.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES
  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
    • 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., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
  • Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • 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. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, G

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-06-10 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: supernatural elements
Word Count: 757

Strongly inspired by Carlos Ruiz Zafon's La Sombra del Viento

***

Oshitari is no stranger to the Archives. He's lived here for almost as long as he can remember, ever since the year the plague wiped out most of his village and the silver-haired man in formal robes had taken him from the orphanage to his new home. Oshitari has only seen his patron occasionally in the years since, but he's come to know the Archives even better than he knows himself.

Or so he thinks until the day a stranger appears at his desk with a stack of books in varying states of repair.

"These are for you," the stranger says, and Oshitari is confused. The Archive is locked; researchers never set foot beyond the Reading Room, and even most of the staff are barred from the depths of the stacks where he works. He thought he knew all of the other staff in the back rooms, but he's never seen this face before. The stranger's not wearing the rust-red robes of an apprentice either; he's wearing the grey of an Archivist, but the style is one Oshitari recognizes only from books. It's at least a century out of date, but the stranger doesn't look nearly old enough for that.

"I don't understand," Oshitari says.

"These are for you," the stranger repeats, setting the books down on Oshitari's desk.

Oshitari looks at the titles and is even more confused. "I don't understand," he finds himself repeating, but for a different reason this time. "I've never heard of any of these before." It's a sentence that feels wrong as he says it; even if he hasn't read all of them, he at least recognizes most of the volumes in the labyrinth of shelves behind the Archives' walls. To see one book he's never seen before is unusual enough; an entire armful is unheard of.

"Of course you don't," the stranger says with a smile, as if he was expecting that reaction. "They're Lost Books. The old Curator has passed away, and the collection has passed to you."

"Lost Books?" Oshitari asks. He's certain he must have misheard. He's heard the rumors that circulate among the staff, but has always written it off as office gossip. Sometimes, when he's alone in the depths of the stacks late at night, he's sworn he's heard the books whispering about it too in a quiet rustle of paper. It's harder not to trust those whispers, but he's always forced himself to ignore them. The notice by the stacks entrance warning against wandering too deep or straying from the task at hand isn't just for show; he's running out of fingers to count the Archivists who have disappeared or been found dead in the stacks after losing their way, and he refuses to be another name on the list.

But the whispers have followed Oshitari since the day he first set foot in the Archives, and it's been growing increasingly difficult to ignore the murmurs of the pages whenever he ventures into the stacks alone. Murmurs of a collection that, even if it exists, is as much rumor as reality.

The stranger pushes the stack of books closer to him. "Yes. The lost books. When the time comes that only a single copy of a book remains, and it is about to be forgotten, it comes to us, and we add it to our collection. These came to us last night after the old Curator passed on."

"Where is this collection?" Oshitari asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Come, and I'll show you," the stranger says. He leads Oshitari through the stacks, past gaps between shelves and through doorways Oshitari swears he's never seen before. As they walk, the books around them rustle in greeting, pages fluttering with more chatter than Oshitari has ever heard from them before. Even the ancient, tired books bound in heavy leather and wood that Oshitari has never heard before whisper a low greeting. Over the rustle of the pages, only a single set of footsteps echoes off of the stone walls.

Finally, the stacks open up, and Oshitari finds himself standing in front of a windowless room deep in the stacks, shelves stretching out from it farther than the eye can see in all directions.

The stranger presses his hand to the heavy metal door set in the wall, and the air seems to shimmer for a moment before the latch clicks and the door swings open. "Welcome," he says in a voice that's no longer human, "to the heart of the Archives."