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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-25 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

FSTs


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 8 July. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


Profess your love for your favorite ships with the power of song! In this round, we ask you to create fan soundtracks and use them as inspiration for new fanwork.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES
  • Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
  • Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.


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.

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!
zephyr_djinni: (Default)

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[personal profile] zephyr_djinni 2017-06-26 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Chris Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov or Chris Giacometti/Yuri Katsuki or Chris/someone else
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: Sexual Content (implied)
Other Tags: Some lyrics say 'she' so you can ignore it if it bothers you, keep it if you like it

Prompt:
Maniac--Michael Sembello
Physical--Olivia Newton-John [MV has some scantily clad fellows]
Take on Me--A-ha
prillalar: Victor and Makkachin (makkachin)

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, M

[personal profile] prillalar 2017-07-07 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Christophe Giacometti/Victor Nikiforov
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major tags: Sexual content (references only)
Other tags: Pre-canon
Word count: 903

This turned out more quiet than originally intended. I ended up focusing on Take On Me and the drawing in the video more than anything else.

***

"Hold still," Christophe says and bends over Victor, one hand spread flat on Victor's belly.

They're in a hotel bed with the sheets crumpled around them and even with the air conditioning on high, the room smells like sex and sweat and every city they've been in together.

Victor stretches, toes pointing and arms hooking up to grip the headboard, making a noise that's too loud to be a sigh but not quite enough to be a groan.

"Still, I said." Christophe pinches Victor's thigh. He's already touched every bit of Victor's skin this weekend: the hollows in his hips, his blue-veined wrists, his cheeks raspy with stubble.

"That's not helping." Victor flips his hair back, then blows at a piece that's stuck across his eye. "You're not a helpful person." He raises his head and parts his lips, showing the tip of his tongue to Christophe.

"I'm going to need an energy drink, a hard nap, and a cocktail before I'm ready for more," Christophe says, but he still leans down and puts his tongue against Victor's, a few teasing licks that nearly, nearly make him flare up again.

Victor cranes his neck for more but Christophe sits up again. Victor's head drops back against the pillow. "Okay, I was bluffing." He crumples up his lip into half a pout. The strand of hair is still clinging to his forehead. "I want to order room service."

"I called down when you were in the shower," Christophe says. "They're bringing it at five." He bends over Victor again. "So hold still for me."

Victor gives one more fidget, a shake of his hips that ripples out through the rest of his body. Then he lies still.

Christophe draws his finger along Victor's eyebrow, pulling back the loose piece of hair, and looks for a moment at the smile in Victor's eyes. Then he picks up his marker and starts to draw.

He's been sketching since he was a child. He likes the way his mind shifts when he's drawing and how it helps him to see. Sometimes Christophe does sketch Victor, if he'll stay still for long enough for Christophe to put the lines down, then leave Christophe to remember later how the light and shadows fell.

But right now, Christophe is putting the lines down on Victor, holding his skin taut with one hand, stroking in the long stalk of an iris along Victor's naked thigh. Victor is relaxed under his hands and Christophe concentrates on the shape of the leaves.

The first flower was a joke, a rosebud scribbled onto Victor's back while they were playing. Victor snatched the marker away and signed his autograph across Christophe's chest, just high enough to show under his v-neck and wet enough to smear onto the sheets when Victor pushed him down.

The second was on purpose, a stiff lily opening on Victor's abdomen, not quite a nice as Christophe would have liked, but all that Victor would wait for.

This year, it's an iris. A tall purple iris that Christophe has drawn over and over on paper and twice onto his own thigh. It reminds him of Victor's short program costume last year, regal and curving gracefully.

"I'm going to do the blossom now." Christophe switches pens. He looks up at Victor.

"It tickles," Victor says. He looks a little bored but he holds his position, like he's in the make-up chair or being styled for a photo shoot. "I want to see."

Christophe draws in the blossom with quick light strokes. It comes out pretty well, delicate and smoothly shaped, and he wishes he could shade the petals, add some finer lines. When he's done, he leaves his palm against Victor's belly for a few more moments while the ink dries.

"Can I see?" Victor raises his head and half sits up.

Christophe catches Victor before he creases the wet ink and holds his hips down. "You are never patient," he says and thinks about all the times that's been a good thing. Victor pulling him into a cab to go to a club. Victor pressing up to him for a kiss. Victor pushing him down onto the bed.

When he's counted sixty, he lets Victor go. Victor gets up and goes to the mirror. Christophe can see him all, front and back, and he wishes Victor would just stop so Christophe could put down the lines of his body, fill in the light and shadows.

"It's beautiful," Victor says and the hint of surprise in his voice should annoy Christophe but instead it warms him.

Christophe gets up and stands behind Victor, chin on Victor's shoulder and arms around his chest. "It is," he says.

"I'm going to get it tattooed on." Victor touches one of the petals.

Christophe holds his breath but it doesn't smear. "Sure you are," he says.

"Really, I will!" Victor catches Christophe's eye in the mirror and smiles. "I'll send you a picture."

"Maybe I'll get one too," Christophe says. "Of your smug face."

Victor turns in Christophe's arms and puts out his tongue again, touching it to the corner of Christophe's mouth.

There's a knock on the door. Christophe steps back. "Room service."

Victor hands Christophe a robe from the back of a chair. "I hope you ordered the duck."

"Just like last time," Christophe says and goes to open the door.
Edited 2017-07-07 05:51 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, M

[personal profile] zephyr_djinni 2017-07-08 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Take On Me is actually the song I created the playlist for. I just really like that song. It was before we were allowed to only do one song, so I threw in some random other ones.

Okay, anyway, this is a beautiful fill! I love the flower imagery, especially this line:
a stiff lily opening on Victor’s abdomen, not quite as nice as Christophe would have liked, but all that Victor would wait for

Thank you for filling this!!!
mousapelli: (SASO Team YuraBeka)

FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] mousapelli 2017-07-08 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Chris/that ice dancer cat sitter guy
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Pygmalion concept, this never happens when I have too much coffee, that's for sure
Word Count: 547

in team chat we were laughing about how maybe this is the explanation for his weird swiss friend on the kiss and cry with him.

***

Christophe has always been a doodler, a sketcher. He does decently enough, he supposes, sketching quick profiles of friends on napkins at restaurants, easy lines of costumes he's considering, sketches of the skyline out of windows on hotel stationary.

For some reason, lately he's been drawing the same person over and over, which is strange because it isn't anybody that he knows. It's odd for him to draw someone original at all — he probably hasn't done it since his art lessons in high school — and even stranger how the details are so clear in his mind, as if the man is sitting across from him in the diner with the unbearably slow service. Michele always says that meals are meant to take a long time in Italy, but really, this is ridiculous.

The man has hair brushing his ears, a sharp nose but soft eyes. Sometimes he's on the ice, movement suggested by fast light lines rippling his costume, and others in street clothes, with a bag as if he's at the airport, holding a coffee, looking just over his shoulder. Christophe has drawn five of him in the time he's been sitting here on the placemat, and he draws lines to divide the sketches as if it's a comic. It looks like it tells a story this way anyway, the man practicing, untying his skates, pulling on his jacket, winking.

Christophe frowns. He hadn't sketched a wink. He looks again, and it's gone, both eyes open, and hm, maybe just coffee on an empty stomach wasn't the best idea. Also the eyes are staring at him now, the hand reaching out, reaching right out of the paper what the hell, and before Christophe can mutter half of a swear word, the hand is grabbing his tie and yanking him down.

The man is still a sketch, all black lines with little shading, but Christophe looks down and he's the same. He smiles at Christophe's confusion and pushes him up against the wall, the divider that Christophe had drawn, and his lips don't feel like paper and don't taste like ink. This is a pretty good hallucination, if that's what it is, and Christophe hauls him in closer by the suggestion of a scarf he'd roughed out and kisses him hard, lets his weight press him into the wall. Then he pushes hard the other way, making him give a soft oof of surprise when his back hits the opposite wall, but when Christophe's weight hits him, they go right through, Christophe's head spinning as he crushes their mouths together on the way down.

Someone clears their throat, and Christophe looks up to find the waitress with his food, of course, finally, glaring down at Christophe on the floor, on top of a very handsome man with a sharp nose and soft eyes.

"Chris, who is that charming specimen?" Victor asks when Christophe attends the next event with a date in tow. Christophe follows his gaze across the room, his date retrieving more champagne for both of them, winking when he notices the attention on him. "Where on earth did you find him?"

"Oh, him? He's been around ages," Christophe says breezily. Victor raises an eyebrow. "He was an ice dancer, or something. Sure, yes."
prillalar: christophe giacometti posing sexy at the pool (christophe)

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] prillalar 2017-07-08 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
So great, Mousi! <3
zephyr_djinni: (Default)

Re: FILL: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[personal profile] zephyr_djinni 2017-07-08 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
!!! This is amazing! Not really sure who “that ice dancer cat sitter guy is” but he’s new favorite character for sure! Thank you for filling this!

I love all of this so much? But two of my favorite parts were:

He smiles at Christophe's confusion and pushes him up against the wall, the divider that Christophe had drawn, and his lips don't feel like paper and don't taste like ink.

"Oh, him? He's been around ages," Christophe says breezily. Victor raises an eyebrow. "He was an ice dancer, or something. Sure, yes."