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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-21 08:53 pm
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Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore

Bonus Round 5: Myth & Lore


Summer's a time for swapping stories around the campfire. With that in mind, this round draws inspiration from the stories humanity have told each other over the centuries.

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)
There is no max work cap.

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]
  • 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)
  • If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
  • 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
  • If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
  • 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 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.

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

Fill: Team Grandstand, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2016-08-04 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!!
Tags: violence, demon Kuroo, angel Kenma
Wordcount: 822 words

Kuroo roared as the point of Oikawa's sword drove into his wing, shattering bone and tearing the delicate membrane as it pinned him to the wall. With a terrible smile, Oikawa snapped his fingers.

The ornate throne of obsidian and metal that had stood on the dais in the center of the room and shattered, and just like that, Kuroo was deposed.

He tried to struggle as Oikawa had a massive iron cross brought up from the dungeons and installed where the throne had been, but Oikawa twisted the sword still in his wing, and he was brought to heel by the sudden agony that only intensified when he reflexively tried to jerk away. Before he recovered, Oikawa yanked his sword from the wall, sending another wave of agony through Kuroo's body that immobilized long enough for Oikawa to wrap chains around his limbs and have him raised onto the cross.

The throne room had been designed to awe and intimidate, the windows high on the walls all focusing the red light of the double moons onto the dais and the throne and casting deep shadow on the rest of the room. Now, it served only to highlight the fall of the demon king Kuroo Tetsurou. The blood-red light of the moons displayed the defeated form of the once-proud king to any who passed by. He was chained to the cross overlooking the shattered ruins of his throne, bloodied and battered with his broken wing bent awkwardly behind him. The title had passed to the young Oikawa Tooru, and he had been abandoned and turned into an example of how quickly the fates could turn.

The only sounds in the throne room were Kuroo's harsh breathing and the steady drip of his blood onto the floor below. Both seemed to echo loudly in the oppressive silence. As the hours dragged on, the dripping seemed to grow louder and louder until it was deafening in the silence.

In his half-conscious state, Kuroo didn't notice the figure that slipped in through one of the high windows. It wasn't until he felt an unnatural heat on his face that he looked up, and then he saw the angel hovering before him. The angel's six wings were edged in flame, and Kuroo knew him instantly―the Avenger, the angel of justice. The angel's face betrayed no emotion as he pointed his flaming sword at Kuroo's neck.

Kuroo refused to look away as the angel drew back his sword; he would never submit.

The angel's sword fell, and Kuroo braced himself. He felt the rush of superheated air across his face, but the searing pain he had expected never came.

Then, belatedly, he heard the tortured screech of metal shearing through metal, and his chains fell away. He bit back a cry as he landed hard on the dais, the broken shards of his old throne digging into his hands and knees. He looked up at the angel, but he remained as impassive as ever, his face betraying nothing as he waited for Kuroo to choose.

Kuroo knew the logical choice. He knew the choice that was expected of him. He also knew it was a choice he would never make.

He turned his back on the angel and waited for the sword to fall.

It never did, and when he risked looking back over his shoulder, he saw the angel still waiting and still watching.

He took a couple of cautious steps forward to pick up his sword from where it had fallen. When he turned back, he found himself facing the angel's outstretched sword once more.

He took a moment to truly study his rescuer and potential executioner. The angel was cloaked not in the light of the heavenly host but rather in the flames of justice―flames that could burn just as strongly as the flames of hell. He showed no emotion on his face, acted for no reason other than for justice, and justice's judgment could be cruel and swift indeed.

Kuroo would never join the angels, but maybe, he thought, he was interested by this specific angel.

He took a step forward, gritting his teeth against the pain and forcing his broken wing to open fully behind him. He growled the true name of his sword, and black hellfire sprung to life along its length. He slowly raised the tip of his sword until it touched the angel's, the two sets of flames mingling and forming a sword-bond between them.

The angel's sword belied no more emotion than the angel's face, but the sense of duty and honor that flowed through it was strong enough it nearly brought Kuroo to his knees. And at its core was a will of steel that would be as merciless as the situation required.

A feral grin split Kuroo's face as he recognized a kindred spirit, and his sword sang in agreement.