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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!
cherrysalmon: (Default)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-02 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 1859

im dead how did this get so long

***

Once upon a time, Takao Kazunari had not believed in fate.

It’s silly to believe that everything has a set course from which nothing could deviate, he thinks. Sometimes there are exceptions to a routine, and he’s never thought himself infallible enough that he’d need any rituals to keep that going day after day. What’s the fun in living when you’re stuck to what other people dictate of you?

That hadn’t changed after knowing Midorima Shintarou. It hadn’t changed after Midorima and him no longer had much to do with each other, either.

Watching him painstakingly follow Oha Asa to a T had been amusing, sometimes exciting (and tiring) when Takao had been the one to cart him around looking for the item of the day. Sometimes it had been aggravating, when Midorima refused to leave his house on a particularly bad day, no matter how much of a front Takao put up for him with. It would be silly to say this was why things had happened the way they did, but some part of Takao still wonders if perhaps they had been a little too hard on each other in the end.

Even so, nothing is going to go back to the way things were.

-

December comes a few months later, cold and swirling with snow unlike last year, which had been a dry winter. Neither the wind nor chill would not stop Takao from boarding his flight, though.

From: Miyaji
To: Takao

Oi, you better bring omiyage for your senpai


-

From: Takao
To: Miyaji-senpai

d(-_^) Sure will!!


-

From: Otsubo
To: Takao

Miyaji meant to say he hopes you have a safe flight as well. Don’t catch a cold!


-

From: Takao
To: Otsubo-senpai

Ah~thank you! I won’t with your scarf, I’m sure!



He would be visiting the headquarters of the international publishing house, where he’s set to begin work in the Tokyo branch in spring. He’d never meant to go into translation—it’s too boring, too dry, but his quick wit had worked in his favor during the interview, and well.

He grips his ticket tightly.

He’s going to Boston.

Outside, as the plane takes off, Takao watches the snow pile higher and higher, flurries of snowflakes enlarging as they pass his window, and even the roughness of the ride does not compare with the turns and leaps inside his heart at the moment.

-

When Takao exits the flight, the first thing he sees on the televisions in the waiting area is a basketball game.

Someone cheers, another person groans. He sees green uniforms on the screen, and then, not waiting to see the score nor who they are playing against, turns away and walks towards the baggage claim.


Takao has never thought himself a coward, someone who would escape rather than taking things head on. There’s no pleasure in defeating something physically if you let it mentally defeat you first. But when he walks out of Harvard Yard, heading straight for the T after escaping a seemingly never-ending tour with an overbearing manager, who does he run into but Midorima Shintarou walking straight out of the exit.

Midorima freezes in his tracks.

Takao drops his books.

“Oh,” Takao says, after a lengthy silence in which impatient pedestrians simply brushed past them while muttering something about stupid tourists. He bends down, scrambling to get everything before they were completely buried by the snow. “Oh. Hi. Um.”

It’s too cold to stand out here and stare at each other—Midorima might be used to this by now, maybe, but even the sort of snow back in Tokyo had had Takao holed up inside all day. Midorima says nothing as he watches Takao gather up his things, but the twitch of his fingers towards him is not something Takao’s gaze misses.

Oh.

“Well, it was nice seeing you,” he says, wrapping his scarf tighter around his face as he regains feeling in his legs again. “I better get going, you know, you must be busy and—“

“Takao,” Midorima says, from behind him. It’s only instinct that freezes Takao to the spot, or so he wants to say. “What. What are you doing here?”

Someone’s recognized Midorima now, surely, because Takao can suddenly feel eyes looking their way, students crossing the road pointing and whispering.

“I’m on a business trip.”

“How did you know I was here?”

Takao turns around. “I didn’t, Sh—Midorima. I work in a publishing house now. You don’t go to school here, do you, now that you’re playing?”

(Try as he might, he can’t un-see Midorima flinching at that.)

“No,” Midorima says quietly, after a moment, after there are people coming towards him now, undeterred by his ridiculous, familiar disguise of sunglasses. “I don’t.”

-

“Don’t you want to come home?” his sister asks over Skype, a little petulantly, as if she’s missing out on some grand vacation her older brother is taking. Takao smiles despite himself, making a vague noise of agreement. “You should bring me something, Kazu-nii.”

“You already sent me a very long list of makeup and snacks, Keiko.”

Keiko sighs and makes a face at him, and he laughs.

Of course he wants to go home. It’s nice being here—not so nice out there braving the elements and trying not to die of exposure, but Boston’s a likable enough city. The trains are a far cry from what he’s used to back in Tokyo, and sometimes he gets lost trying to find the restaurants and office buildings for his appointments, and well—

When he turns on the television he thinks, it’s still not fate, but maybe it’s something else.

The Celtics win their game that night 93-71, and Takao goes to sleep early for once.

-

From: Unknown Number
To: Takao

Hello Takao-kun, it’s nice to know you’re in America. Midorima-kun’s number is OOO-OOO-OOOO, for your reference. He won’t say anything to me, but I think you should give him a call


-

From: Takao
To: Kuroko?

…Is that you? I looked it up, this is a Texas number.


-

From: Kuroko?
To: Takao

I will neither confirm nor deny that.


-

There’s something to be said about the weird Teikou telepathy game they have going on, and Takao will say that perhaps even in all these years of him knowing Midorima there are some things he still cannot figure out and need a third-party to mitigate. Not an intervention, perhaps—he sighs, a little resignedly as he puts on his jacket. It feels a little like losing again to have it turn out this way.

But he also knows sometimes all Midorima needs is a push.

-

He chooses a cafe near a residential area he’d looked up on TripAdvisor; maybe Midorima would know a better place, but he isn’t about to push his luck now. Takao isn’t even sure Midorima had read his message, and the unfamiliar nervousness that’s been creeping up him all day has finally blossomed into a full-blown panic as he walks into the glass doors and finds nobody there yet.

At least Takao knows how to keep his composure. He takes a seat by the window, looking out at the students walking to and fro, at the weather that’s finally let up a little for a day. The sidewalks are shoveled clean, and he watches with amusement at two kids trying and failing to make a snow monster. They give up, and one starts pelting snowballs at the other.

Takao’s in the middle of cheering the other kid on when he hears a polite cough next to him.

“Takao,” Midorima says, his voice as stiff as it had been when they’d first been introduced to each other all those years ago. Takao could barely see his eyes; he’s looking down at the table even as he maneuvers awkwardly into the seat. He takes a deep breath. “We need to talk.”

“Shouldn’t that be my line?” Takao replies almost blithely as he slides a menu over to him. Maybe he could do this after all. “So. Talk.”

Midorima stares at the menu as if it’s poison, and then gingerly puts a hand on the plastic. “When are you leaving?”

“Is that what you want me to—“

“No!” Midorima says quickly, reddening. “I didn’t mean—I meant, your flight, because I—“

“Don’t you have a season to finish?” Takao asks, and then, realizing what Midorima means when he looks away and mutters something about sitting out, finds himself unable to stop smiling. “Ah. Selfish requests.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Well, it happens, I guess,” Takao replies lightly, leaning back. Neither he nor Midorima have touched their drinks yet, and he could see the steam dissipating with each passing minute. “I won’t ask you to do anything for me, Shin-chan. What’s done is done. It’s just—we’re here, in the same city somehow, at the same time, so…”

Midorima looks at him, a little miffed, a little vulnerable. “Fate works in strange ways, yes. I thought…perhaps you didn’t want to see me again.”

It’s not fate, Takao wants to say, but he watches with interest as Midorima’s hand suddenly shoots to his neck, then to his sides, then he turns around and looks the most distressed Takao’s ever seen him other than that one time in school. He waits, blinking.

It could only mean one thing.

“My scarf…” Midorima begins, eyebrows knotting as he halfheartedly looks under the table. “I must’ve left it in the office.”

“A cruel strike fate has dealt you,” Takao says, amused. Midorima gives him the best rendition of his death glare he could muster, but without the power of his lucky item it just doesn’t seem to hold any weight. “Maybe you need to get a new one.”

Midorima shakes his head in despair. It’s just like school again, Takao realizes, a little painfully, but then he hears Midorima continue. “It has to be hand-knit by someone I know…that was my sister’s, Takao. I cannot simply ask someone to knit one for me right here and now.”

“Calm down, Shin-chan,” Takao says gently, reaching out to grasp his bandaged hand. Midorima does not flinch this time, merely looks up at him in confusion. He smiles, pulling out Otsubo’s handiwork from his bag. “I can fix that.”

-

Once upon a time, Takao Kazunari had not believed in fate. But now, perhaps, there’s something more to it than daily horoscopes and lucky items.

It’s silly to believe that everything will turn out alright in the end; fairytales are fairytales, after all. All one can do is simply push along with the most one can do.

When he boards the plane a few days later, overweight luggage and all, Takao spots a familiar figure, tall with ridiculous sunglasses, escaping from the ring-lights of the paparazzi as he power-walks into the gate for the JAL flight back to Tokyo.

Some things stay the same.

-

(Miyaji would yell at him for bringing a cold back instead of limited-edition overseas idol merchandise, but well, what’s Takao going to do?

He’s finally home, and that’s all that matters.)
Edited 2017-07-02 17:11 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] earlgrey_milktea 2017-07-06 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
oh gosh i thought i replied to this because i kept thinking about it at work but. gosh. opening with "he used to believe in fate" hOW DARE and then the "oh uh fancy meeting you here" meeting and the amount of things that just /passes/ between them like. yeah they SURE DO HAVE SOME HISTORY!!! and kuroko's text like wow thanks man (but why is he in texas???)

"It’s not fate, Takao wants to say" i love the recurring 'fate' questions and takao deciding that you know what. you know what. i'm chasing after you and i'm not leaving until we Have Had A Talk. and the lucky item thing!!!!!! i smiled so big. i love this, the way that a lot of things have changed between them, have changed them, the distance apart, but at the same time, a lot of things remain the same. and that's okay. "He's finally home, and that's all that matters" I'M SCREAMING

thank u so much for this fill T.T
cherrysalmon: (Default)

Re: FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-06 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
(DSKJFH ok i def did not mention it too clearly but this is like, set in that semi-official NBA au where they're all playing for different teams (after college?); mido is in boston for the celtics and kuroko is in san antonio for the spurs thats why he's in texas!!)

AAAA this is such a nice comment tho, thank you T_T i thought a lot about how takao would respond to midorima's antics like...they're such different people but that's what makes them complementary at the same time. really glad you enjoyed <33