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Bonus Round 2: AUs
Bonus Round 2: AUs
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"
This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
- An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s 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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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 prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
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!
FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, M
This is an angst/tragic take on the Mermaid/Prince AU, based on the story as it was written by Hans Christian Anderson.
821 words.
“Little prince, little price, won’t you come play with me?”
The voice has called out to Haru in his dreams since he was a toddler.
A hypnotic sort of faerie voice.
Like waves retreating from the shore under a sallow, full moon.
Like an enchantment poisoning his red, human blood. Turning it green with envy, blue with death.
He knows he must not linger by the sea. He knows the changeable depths hiding beneath the smooth surface will choke out his breath, leave his body cold and bloated.
But it still whispers to him in an echoing, moonlit voice. It shatters the peace of his sleep at night and it wakes him up with a drowning gurgle, a scream caught in his submerged lungs.
He dreams of dying with the waves closing above him.
It makes his heart rush with a strange heat. It makes his lips curl into an inadvertent smile.
He doesn’t remember when the pull of the waves turned so strong. Doesn’t remember when the thoughts of swimming freely towards an undefined horizon turned to ecstatic visions of blackness and oblivion.
It was all so long ago.
And he remembers nothing but the sparkling green eyes. Like the sea seen from beneath its surface, with the sun shining above it.
It was on his seventh birthday that Haru wandered too close to the sea.
The song he heard was low and beautiful and mesmerizing.
He didn’t quite understand the words. They were foreign, unknown- a language older than him, older than the world he lived in, reaching him through the centuries, through the slow and deadly slither of time.
He followed the voice in a trance, leading him into the darkening twilight by the sea, leaving behind his friends, his parents, and the safety of the world he had been born into.
The little boy conjuring up a sandcastle was just about his age.
He was singing in a sweet, low voice.
The same voice that led Haru to this place.
They boy was sitting close to the water, too close.
With the waves coming in, and sky shrouded in black clouds, Haru knew it was dangerous.
But when he called out to the strange little boy, who was humming to himself, the boy had only looked up from his half-built castle to smile at Haru, to beckon him closer- green eyes shining like sea-swept jade.
And Haru had followed.
Why was he not surprised when he saw the shimmering tail in the water?
Green and silver scales where a pair of legs should have been.
He stayed with the boy for hours, and they played together, building a little kingdom in the sand.
And though neither spoke, each knew the other’s thoughts as though they were his own.
Haru woke up alone close to dawn, cold and shivering, almost drowned.
He cried for his new friend, and for the spires and turrets of a kingdom built of sand- lying in ruins in the wake of the rushing tide.
They met again on the night Haru turned 14.
And parted with the dawn.
With nothing to remind Haru of the green-eyed boy but a kiss and a wordless promise.
And now, on the eve of his 21st birthday, Haru dreams of the green eyes once more.
And remembers the taste of a briny kiss.
And the promise they made.
He dreams of another life that night.
A life in which he could breathe under the water, and talk to the moon.
And a pair of green eyes.
He wakes with a stranger’s name on his lips.
“Makoto….Makoto….” He sighs.
And as the sun rises outside his window, he forgets.
The kiss, the promise, the name, the eyes.
All of it.
That night, a fisherman finds a beautiful boy lying dead by the sea.
Green eyes open, staring up at the full moon.
A smile on his face.
A boy with bleeding feet, as though a thousand invisible daggers have stabbed at them.
Before the lonely fisherman’s horrified gaze, the stranger’s body turns into a host of shimmering lights, golden and silver and every color in between, rising up towards the moon, dissipating into thin air.
Haru stumbles out after midnight, a little drunk, and tired from dancing.
His guests still whirl around in delirious dance, celebrating the 21st year of his life.
A stray breeze ruffles his hair, scattering rose petals from the royal garden at his feet.
A thousand fireflies flicker into light all around him, before disappearing into the darkness.
Haru doesn’t know why his heart breaks inside his chest.
He doesn’t know why his lips whisper a name that should mean nothing to him, why his eyes sting with salt tears, and his memory curses him with an unknown ache.
When he wakes up in the morning, he cannot remember his dreams at all.
And his heart is unbroken.
As new as new can be.
Re: FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, M
Makoto nooooooooo ;; /crawls into corner to cry
Thank you for this fill though, it was very lovely even if my heart is in pieces now orz
Re: FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, M
Re: FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, M
Re: FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, M
[It's so beautiful I'm in literal tears right now omg]