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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 4 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- This round does not have prompts. Instead, we ask you to draw inspiration from the wide pool of mythology, fantasy, folklore, and fable. An urban fantasy or supernatural AU? A re-imagining of your favorite folk tale? Characters swapping ghost stories or playing D&D? As long as your fill in some way incorporates the fantastical and/or supernatural, it's welcome here.
- Your fill still has to be about a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. What ships you create work for is up to you, though.
- To submit your fill, simply leave it as a comment as a reply to this post.
- 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)
Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your fill comment in one of the following ways:
| If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| 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 fills as you want!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 Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, G
kono bangumi wa goran no suponsaa no teikyou de okurishimasu:
howls' moving castle au
canon atypical supernatural stuff
905 words.
“Miyuki Kazuya!” Sawamura shouts from his menace of a moving castle, cloak billowing in the wind as he swings around a thick, silver pipe that releases thick clouds of black smoke with each step the castle takes.
Miyuki lifts his head, his old eyes taking time to adjust. He pushes his spectacles up with his finger, also old and wrinkly, and feels the insides of his stomach churn uncomfortably. The pink ball of fur on his shoulder wiggles furiously, and Miyuki manages to turn his heavy head in time to watch it take off straight for the castle’s mouth, getting swallowed up in a matter of seconds. It’s equal parts jarring and mystical.
“You’re really here!” Sawamura cheers happily and Miyuki doesn’t quite understand how the man knows, considering that he couldn’t even recognize himself that morning. The man lets go and floats down to the ground, scooping Miyuki up with ease and walking on the air up to a door. “In we go,” he laughs and twirls Miyuki down, taking him gently by the hand as his feet float down to the wooden floor.
“Welcome to my home,” Sawamura bows with a flourish.
“Sawamura, I heard you can help me.” Miyuki struggles to lift his heavy coat off, the thick fur unnecessary in this warm room. His muscles have atrophied to saggy lumps and he’s old and grey and currently living in a saddening nightmare. After spending a minute watching him struggle, Sawamura helps him shrug his coat off and hangs it up on the rack.
“That’s true. I can,” Sawamura nods. “But I need to go; there’s been another bombing in a city. I’ll be back to help you.” The spinner next to the door changes from green to red and Sawamura opens up the door. Instead of a previously grassy field, Miyuki stares in horror at burning landscapes and houses on fire; the pleas and cries for help are carried away by the wind that they become mere whispers.
“Stay safe,” Miyuki croaks but Sawamura doesn’t spare him a glance, his mouth set in a grim expression. He steps out and flies away, the door swinging shut behind him.
Slowly, due to physical stress and not because he was being cautious, Miyuki hobbles over to a nearby chair. He plops down, the wood creaking when he rests his back against it, and exhales quietly. The house hums alongside of him and Miyuki tries not to feel like an awkward outsider, shame coursing through him when Sawamura recognized him upon sight.
A polar bear comes down the stairs with a cane firmly strapped onto its back. Miyuki doesn’t have enough energy to run away, so he opts to just raise his eyebrows. Slowly, the polar bear approaches and tilts the cane in his direction; Miyuki takes it with mild trepidation. Satisfied, the bear nods once and leaves.
“It’s for you,” a voice rings out, seemingly echoing throughout the entire house. Miyuki blinks, unused to all of the abnormalities of the house. “He made it for you once he heard about your plight.”
“How kind of him,” Miyuki drawls. “Instead of coming to get me, he made a pitiful old man walk for five hours trying to find this place.”
“Wow,” the voice replies, “your body may have aged, but you’re still an asshole.”
“Hm,” Miyuki replies, standing up and using the cane as a support. “Where are you, exactly?”
“I’m the fire,” the voice snorts, “so I’m over here. Here, I’ll wave.”
Miyuki eyes the fire with a blank stare. The eyes and gaping mouth are interesting, and he tentatively reaches out to see if the fire is actually real. He feels the heat against his skin, but the fire moves with an eye roll to avoid his hand.
“Wow, you’re uglier than I expected,” the fire grimaces, if you could even call that a grimace. “Hand me that log, will you?”
“Don’t insult someone and then expect them to do you a favor,” Miyuki says dryly, but bends down slowly to pick up the log. He holds it in his hand, dangling it over the fire, and hums contently as the fire reaches up with its tiny hands.
“No idea why he likes you,” the fire mutters scornfully when Miyuki raises the log higher, just out of reach.
“Must be my charming personality,” Miyuki smiles and the fire shoots him a dirty look, “and my good looks.”
“Right,” the fire drawls, “neither of those are true.”
“Just take it then,” Miyuki feels a tad bit immature when he all but throws the log down onto the flame, crushing him. A brief flare of panic shoots up inside of his chest when the fire doesn’t resurface—why would Sawamura help him after he killed the talking fire—but it disappears as soon as the fire comes back to life.
“I’m Kuramochi, in case you were wondering,” the fire snarls as it wraps its hands around the log and turning it to ashes.
“I wasn’t,” Miyuki replies, “but that’s good to know.”
“Huh,” Kuramochi makes a noise, “lean forward a little. I gotta tell you something.”
Miyuki snorts—yeah right, he’s not putting his wispy eyebrows in jeopardy. “You don’t seem like you’re good for anything other than keeping things warm,” he smiles sickly sweet, “so I’ll pass. Thanks for the offer though.”
The fire huffs and crosses its arms. Miyuki waves it goodbye.