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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!
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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[personal profile] cherrysalmon 2017-07-08 12:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: sexual content (implied), character death (character is a ghost)
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 868

i went really extra oh well; this is more like what happens after the end of the original story

***

“You should leave,” Tatsuya says, his voice barely a whisper in the wind. “You already helped me enough, Shuu. Please, go home.”

Shuuzou blinks, and once again he sees nothing but the stone marker in front of him, surrounded by the wild forest, vines already growing into the crevices. He reaches out, brushing away the dirt, then digging his nails into the thin hairline cracks to get out the rest. Behind him Daiki is napping against a tree, his snores filling up the otherwise quiet clearing.

“Can’t you be quiet,” he mutters to himself, but he knows Daiki is listening by the way he shifts and turns around. When Shuuzou is done he can see the lines, however jagged, of Tatsuya’s family name, the dates of his birth and death too faint to read beside that. He looks at their surroundings, the dense greenery and occasional birdsong cutting across Daiki’s much less pronounced snores.

There must’ve been a village here, centuries ago. Now, there is nothing.

He remembers the way Tatsuya had looked at him, not in the beginning when he’d come against his will, but later—later, when the dawn was rising, the sunlight streaming through the wreckage of the temple. Take me home, Tatsuya had whispered in his arms. Please.

“I’m taking you home with me,” Shuuzou says, before he could talk himself out of it. He reaches for the grave marker and pulls.

“Oi,” Daiki says, fully awake now. “You’re really doing this?”

Shuuzou looks at the stone in his hands. It’s heavy, the faint smell of the incense they’d burned earlier still present. Tatsuya, however, is silent. “Am I going to get cursed?”

Daiki stares at both of them, as if deliberating, then shrugs. He puts a hand on the rough surface of the stone. “Nah. If you’re gonna be, he’d have done it already.”

-

Though there is no cause for them to fear the predation of other spirits or unsavory characters (at least that’s what Daiki boasts, and Shuuzou finds, even with that attitude, that it’s more or less true), the journey back is long.

Tatsuya doesn’t appear all of the time, and when he does, Shuuzou can’t tell what he really thinks of this decision. Maybe it had been selfish—surely the decision to uproot someone from their ancestral resting grounds wouldn’t come without a dose of guilt, at least. But it’s easy to forget all of that when they’re resting at another wayside inn and Tatsuya’s lips are on his, and Shuuzou could feel Daiki’s arms around both of them, and he can’t figure out who’s hair is tickling his cheek anymore.

People do not usually ask, when they see Shuuzou carrying the marker—sometimes they praise him for being a good son, a good husband, or whatever they find Tatsuya to be in their minds. But there are the times when Tatsuya’s body is too cold while they sleep together, sometimes incorporeal enough that when Daiki reaches for him his fingers go right through to touch Shuuzou on the shoulder instead.

Sometimes Shuuzou catches him looking out the window, the moonlight washing over his face enhancing the forlorn look he wears so well. Perhaps he misses the temple, Shuuzou thinks—whatever painful existence that had been, sometimes you get used to a routine. At least, that’s the only way he could come to terms with it, for Tatsuya.

“I’m fine, Shuu,” he would say, when Shuuzou opens his mouth to speak. “I want to be here. With you and Daiki.”

You don’t owe us anything, Shuuzou wants to tell him, but all of them are too far from home for that to matter now. The only thing he could do is reach forward and take Tatsuya into his arms, listening to the rain patter on the rooftops, watch the moon disappear behind the clouds.

-

“Do you think I did a bad thing?” he asks Daiki one day, nearer to civilization, on a hillside where they could see villagers moving about in the distance. “I don’t even—how is he—how is he going to deal with this?”

“If you’re asking how the fuck he’s still corporeal, I have no idea,” Daiki replies, yawning. “Good thing he is, ghosts give me the heebie jeebies.”

Shuuzou flicks his forehead lightly. “I’ve never met an exorcist who’s afraid of ghosts.”

“I’m not afraid—“

The sound of playing children cut them off; there’s a yell, and Shuuzou sees a ball bounce towards them. He makes to walk towards them, but Tatsuya is already there, bending down to pick it up.

“Be careful,” he tells the children as he hands the ball back, indicating towards the ravine not far away. They stand around him, looking up—in awe, maybe, or simply curious as to where the beautiful, mysterious stranger had come from. “It wouldn’t be safe to go any further.”

One of the boys tugs at his sleeve shyly. “Do you want to play with us?”

They watch him go off with the children, who’d completely ignored their presence. Daiki looks at Shuuzou and smiles, the expression matching what Shuuzou is feeling now. “Yeah, I guess it’s not a bad thing after all.”

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