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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!
catlarks: (SASO: Cards)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[personal profile] catlarks 2016-06-22 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
tags: implied future violence ??, mob AU, sorry I didn't give you torture
Word Count: 1,172


The sky as seen through the huge office windows stains itself crimson and gold, a vivid backdrop for the figure standing before it in his pressed navy suit. Miyuki watches the set of that man's back, proud and straight and with his broad shoulders squared, watches the way he stares out the window with his arms folded up behind himself.

It's almost evening, the sky growing ever darker with each minute Chris spends on its careful study.

Miyuki can't help but fidget, ignored in the doorway to the office. The hall beyond it is empty, as if everyone else who may have ventured to the top floor of the building on other days has instead gone and made themselves scarce. Miyuki had been able to hear the echo of every one of his footsteps when he walked down that hall, each isolated sound too loud as it fell upon his straining ears. The silence in Chris' office is similarly deafening. Miyuki clears his throat.

Chris glances back over his shoulder, turning his head just far enough to catch Miyuki's eye. His expression is somber, unreadable, revealing no clues about what he might be thinking. He takes a step to the side so that he's almost — but not quite — facing Miyuki, his lips pressing into a thin line which almost passes for a smile.

"Thank you for coming," he says.

"It's no problem," Miyuki replies, on gut impulse.

He may have been working to undermine Chris' organization for months but given a personal invitation to speak with the man, Miyuki would not have missed it for the world.

Chris hums a moment, a low, thoughtful sound that works its way underneath Miyuki's skin and vibrates there instead. Chris' gaze is heavy where it falls upon him, the pressure of his appraisal a tangible weight. Miyuki wonders what Chris sees when he looks at him: A worthwhile rival? An irritation? Someone less than an annoyance?

If nothing else, Miyuki is very skilled at making himself recognized as a nuisance. He's too persistent to be forgotten.

"I would invite you to sit down," Chris says, "but I don't think you'll be staying long."

His words are careful, crisp, his tone entirely pleasant. Something about what he says, though, strikes Miyuki as being unexpectedly sinister. He's worn out his welcome before; if he wears out his welcome this time, will he be escorted briskly to the door... Or something worse?

The way Chris is adjusting his jacket sleeves, arms raised casually before him, one hand tugging at the sleeve of his opposite arm, leaves Miyuki musing on what else those dexterous hands may have done.

"I don't mind," Miyuki says, licking his lips, wetting his mouth. "Whatever works best for you."

It's too easy to imagine those clever hands folded around the handle of a knife, the forefinger alone braced to hold the blade steady. Chris is the head of a respectable fortune 500 company. He got there through hard work and dedication, through being cleverer than his competition and having sharp business sense. According to rumors, the other ways in which Chris could be ruthless played just as pivotal a part in his advancement.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki asks.

"I want you to stop undermining my business," Chris says, "before I have no choice but to force you to stop."

His voice is still pleasant, his mouth still thinly smiling. But his eyes are dead and dark, pitiless chips of amber stone glinting with intention in the room's low light. It isn't the first time Miyuki has been threatened. The words send a shiver of anticipation down his spine all the same.

"A guy has to make a living somehow," is what Miyuki says, playing it off. "Was I cutting in on your turf? I didn't realize."

Chris only raises his eyebrows in response, telegraphing clear disbelief. He takes a step forward and Miyuki, stubborn, aggravating menace that he is, wants to step back. Chris is taller than him; with each step, each smooth, measured pace that brings him closer to Miyuki, with each movement he looms a little larger, towers a little taller. Miyuki digs in his heels, plasters a smile across his face.

"Oops," he says, from right underneath Chris' nose.

Chris looks down it for a long, patient moment, before his lips twist up into a more obvious smile. "Oh," he says. "I see what it is you wanted."

Miyuki's heart is hammering quick in his chest, thundering along with such force he can feel those echoes in his ears, overwhelming him, drowning him. Up close, he can see the golden light that catches in Chris' eyes, an intensity of regard that holds him pinned, like some insect specimen fastened to a card. (He wants to be pinned, knife to his chest, hands on his skin, restraints biting into his wrists because he doesn't know how not to strain. He wants to keep that very much tucked away.)

"I know you're connected with that little gang that has been interfering with me," Chris says. "You might even be their leader. We'll break their legs, that little gang of yours. If you happen to be with them, our next meeting will not be nearly so pleasant as this."

"So what you're saying is," Miyuki begins, cheeky till the end, "don't be with them."

"What I'm saying," Chris says, beginning to turn away, "is that you did quite well, for a while. You shouldn't have shown me what your goals really were, Kazuya."

"Because you won't give those things to me?" Miyuki asks.

"No," Chris says. "Because I will, and if it turns out you regret what you've asked for... I'm afraid that at that point, we'll be beyond any position you may have used to negotiate. I hope you've made the right choice."

"I don't make wrong choices," Miyuki says.

Chris is smiling again, in the moment before he turns his back to Miyuki, looking again out the long, wide windows to his office. Evening has descended during the interlude that was their conversation; now the sky is navy and violet, a smudge of shadow Chris almost vanishes into. There's only the reflection of light off the glass to prevent him from fading into the darkness outside.

"Close the door behind you on your way out," Chris says. Then, softer, adds, "I'll be looking forward to when we meet again."

Miyuki licks his lips, wets his mouth, but he has nothing else to say. His chest is aching, his mind racing, and in the back of his head he can still hear Chris saying, our next meeting will not be nearly so pleasant as this. As he watches, Chris folds one arm up behind his back, then the other, each hand grasping the opposite elbow. He has strong, sure hands, hands capable of a great many things.

Miyuki will be looking forward to their next meeting, too. He closes the door with hardly a sound.