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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-06-09 08:58 pm
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Bonus Round 2: Images

Bonus Round 2: Images


Back by popular demand, this round uses official canon artwork as fodder for speculation and extrapolation.
Please read the rules carefully before posting!

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on June 23 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.


RULES
  • Submit prompts in the form of a canon screencap from one of our nominated fandoms along with a ship. Screencaps can be from the anime or manga, as well as any other kind of offshoot media, e.g. official art, drama CD covers, light novel illustrations, magazine covers, photos from stage plays, and/or caps from games.
    • Doujinshi, fan-made games or any other fan-created work should not be prompted, even if you receive permission. Only prompt official, canon artwork.
    • Keep your prompt concise. Don't prompt a whole manga chapter, for example.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Abe & Tajima). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Abe/Tajima). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
    • Upload the cap somewhere (imgur works well) and post here with the images themselves or a link to them. Including a text-only summary of the image is encouraged.
  • Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work inspired by the cap.
    • Fills can be directly connected to the cap, e.g. panel redraws or writing fic that fleshes out the moment that was capped or that fleshes out what happened directly before/after, but fills can also be more indirectly linked. As long as the work is somehow inspired by the cap, it counts.
    • Fills that are too long to fit in a single comment should have the rest of the fill placed as replies to the original fill comment. The subjects of these extra comments should be something like "part 2 of X" or "continued."
  • 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, including Grandstand or Sports Teams
  • Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice.
  • Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
  • Visual example
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable)
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>
  • Visual example
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" />
  • Visual example


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!
yrindor: Head shot of Ulquiorra Cifer on a black background (Default)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] yrindor 2016-06-21 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
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1762 words

"We should all get together at your place and watch them!" Naruko exclaimed, and Makishima immediately regretted mentioning that he had recorded and saved all of the coverage of the Tour de France. It seemed like an innocent enough request, but something about it left a bad feeling tugging in his gut, and his bad feelings had an unfortunate habit of coming true.

He was about to give some excuse as to why that wasn't possible when Kinjou said "that sounds like a good idea, provided you're okay with it, Makishima. You can learn a lot watching the pros, and it will be a good team experience." Any attempt to get out of it Makishima may have been about to make flew out the window; it was one thing to argue with the fiery first-year, it was an entirely different thing to argue against the team captain who also happened to be one of the few people who had always stood by him.

With his one out gone, all that remained was to choose a day. In theory, finding a date when six busy high school students were all free should have been a challenge, but that wouldn't have taken into account Kinjou's penchant for organization. In less than five minutes, everyone's schedules had been checked and cross-checked, and Kinjou declared that Saturday morning would be the best time, if that would be all right with Makishima.

Makishima sighed and agreed. He'd have to call Toudou to cancel their usual weekend ride, which would undoubtedly involve listening to an inordinate amount of dramatic sighing, but he'd survive.

Saturday morning dawned grey and rainy with high winds and torrential downpours forecast for later in the day. Makishima was on the verge of calling Kinjou about postponing their meetup until a later day for the sake of the first-years who were planning on riding over when the first bolt of lightning split the sky. The sound of his doorbell was almost drowned out by the window-rattling peal of thunder that followed.

Makishima glared at the door. It was nearly an hour until his teammates were supposed to arrive, and he was still in his pajamas. Still, it wouldn't do to leave whoever it was out in the rain, so he went to the door and opened it to find a rather sodden Naruko standing on the doorstep.

"Yo, Makishima," Naruko said. "Sorry I'm early, but wow is it windy out there; the tailwind's spectacular. And did you see the lightning just now?"

Makishima shrugged. "Come in. You can leave your things there," he said, pointing to the side of the genkan. "I'll grab you a towel."

He went to the linen closet and pulled out a spare towel, and then grabbed several more just in case; he had a feeling Naruko wouldn't be the only wet team member to arrive. When he turned back, Naruko had stripped out of the worst of his wet gear and took the towel gratefully.

"The bathroom's the first door on your right," Makishima said. "The living room's the next door on the left. I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Thanks, Makishima. Nice pajamas by the way," he said as Makishima went back to his bedroom.

Makishima groaned and buried his face in his hands. This was definitely not shaping up to be a good day.

Imaizumi was the next to arrive, ringing the doorbell while Makishima was making himself breakfast. He was nearly as wet as Naruko, and the two of them began squabbling as soon Imaizumi realized his rival had beaten him there.

Makishima tried to ignore them as he ate breakfast in the relative safety of the corner of the kitchen. He was just finishing when he saw Tadokoro's family truck pull up. He opened the door for them, and then jumped backwards as Tadokoro shook himself off like a dog, sending water flying everywhere.

"Tch, what happened Tadokorocchi?" Makishima asked as he wiped water off of his face.

"The truck's getting old. She rattled something loose on a bump, and I had to poke around a bit to get her running again," Tadokoro said as he took the towel Kinjou offered him gratefully, leaving large streaks of engine grease on it as he dried off his hands.

"Everyone's gathering in the living room when you're ready," Makishima said. "I think we're just waiting for Onoda now."

Half an hour later, everyone was relatively dry and snacking on the food Tadokoro brought.

"Anyone heard from Onoda?" Makishima asked. "He should have been here fifteen minutes ago."

Kinjou shook his head. "His phone's going straight to voicemail," he said.

"He's not answering texts either," Naruko added.

"No e-mail," said.

"Fifteen minutes, Makishima," Kinjou said. "Fifteen minutes, and then we go out and look for him."

Makishima tried not to jump to worst-case scenarios as he waited. Fourteen minutes later, when he was beginning to worry in earnest, the doorbell finally rang. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Onoda began, but he was interrupted by a shouted "What happened!?" from most of the team. He was soaked, and his clothes were torn in several places. He was pushing his mommy bike, which was covered in mud, and there were leaves and twigs sticking out of his helmet.

"I didn't want anything to happen to the bike Kanzaki-san gave me, so I thought it was safer to ride this one," Onoda said rapidly. "But then I think I must have run over something sharp in a puddle, and I ended up with a flat tire, and then I hit a pothole and my chain broke, so I had to walk the rest of the way."

"Sheesh, why didn't you call or something?" Makishima asked.

Onoda looked sheepish. "I fell off my bike when the chain broke, and my phone fell into a puddle, and I don't think it's working anymore," he said, holding up the phone in question. The screen was cracked, and water dripped from the case.

Makishima offered Onoda the last of the towels. "Bathroom's there," he said, pointing at the door. "There's a first aid kit under the sink too. Ask Kinjou if you need help, or Tadokoro; they're both better than I am. I'll find you something else to change into while that dries."

"Thank you, Makishima-senpai. I'm sorry I'm keeping everyone waiting!" Onoda said, trying to hurry to the bathroom without dripping muddy water all over the floor.

Makishima returned with an old pair of his pajamas just as Kinjou was finishing covering the worst of Onoda's scrapes. The clothes were far too big for Onoda, and everyone laughed as he joined them in the living room.

"I thought we'd start with the first day's footage, and then I'd take requests from there," Makishima said as he took out the first disc in the stack.

"Sounds good," Kinjou said, "and if anyone wants to re-watch something later, let Makishima or myself know and we'll try to get you a copy."

Makishima queued up the first disc, but when he hit play, the screen was filled with a baby in brightly-colored clothes crawling around and babbling happily instead of the cycling everyone expected. He immediately hit the power button. He took the disc out and looked at it suspiciously; it was clearly labeled as footage from the first day of the most recent Tour de France, but the contents of the disc were decidedly not that.

Suddenly, Makishima remembered a discussion that had taken place over dinner a few weeks earlier. It was one of the rare occasions when both of his parents were home between business trips, and they had declared that they were going to convert all of their old VHS tapes to DVDs. He had left them instructions, but apparently they had somehow grabbed at least one of his Tour de France discs instead of the box of blanks.

He groaned. "I think these may have fallen victim to my parents and technology," he said, and Kinjou and Tadokoro laughed. His parents' technological difficulties were something of a legend.

He cautiously put a new disc in and turned on the screen. This time, the baby was a few years older, still wearing gaudy clothes, but now scribbling with crayons while his older brother looked on.

He hit the power button again.

He tried to shoo the rest of the team out of the room so that he could check the rest in peace, but they were having none of it. "This is probably our only chance to see you as a kid," Tadokoro said. "There's no way I'm missing that, especially since my parents showed you all of my embarrassing baby photos last winter."

Makishima sighed and tried to ignore everyone watching over his shoulder as he tested the rest of the discs. He wasn't optimistic, but he wasn't willing to give up completely until he had tried. Unfortunately, none of the discs had escaped unscathed, leaving him with nearly two dozen discs of him and Ren from his birth through age seven, and no Tour de France coverage.

"Sorry y'all came all the way out here for nothing in this weather," Makishima said sadly, looking at the stack of ruined race footage in front of him.

"Well, since we're all here, we may as well take advantage of it to go over training schedules for the week," Kinjou said, "and Tadokoro and I can give everyone a ride back afterward, so you don't have to go out again. We're starting to come up on the Interhigh, so there are going to be changes."

Everyone agreed, but no sooner had Kinjou opened his notebook than there was a blinding flash of lightning followed by a loud crack, and the entire house went dark.

Makishima went to the front door and looked out. It was hard to see through the dark clouds and the driving rain, but the cause of the sudden power outage was readily apparent. Either a lightning strike or the high winds had knocked down a tree, and it had taken the power lines down with it as it fell. Makishima looked at the massive tree trunk across the road and sighed. "I think you're going to be stuck here for awhile, guys," he said. "No one's getting out until they get around to fixing that."

As Makishima closed the door securely behind himself, he wondered what else could possibly go wrong that day.


I set myself your challenge and tried to make this not angsty as well.
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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] mother_herbivore 2016-06-21 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAA BLESS YOU

i was afraid for a split that onoda was going to be fucking dead (even though the tags said nothing of the sort) but anyway this is so sweet and fun, i love it
yrindor: Head shot of Ulquiorra Cifer on a black background (Default)

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[personal profile] yrindor 2016-06-22 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you liked it!

I think Onoda is too much of a fluffy anime fanboy for me to ever do terrible things to him, but I'm not beyond making him and the rest of the team suffer from a humorous case of Murphy's Law.