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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-05-28 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 1: AUs

AUs

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


This popular round is back once again! To begin this year's SASO, we encourage you to let your mind run wild with alternate ideas and settings.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible. (There are changes from last year!)

RULES
  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms. There's a comment template below for your convenience.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Izumi & Sakaeguchi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Izumi/Sakaeguchi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • An AU can be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [character] was the Team Captain instead of the canon captain character?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g., 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)
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. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine.
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags.

    Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] saso_afterhours ONLY.
    • Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.


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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
elucidatedlucy: blue manami is the only manami (composure)

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2017-06-08 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Major Tags: None (somehow, i'm sorry)
Other Tags: Space Politics, duels, the fact that i feel weird about a direct hamilton au and just went in another vaguely inspired direction, sorry about that, again, #MyOverwhelmingEmotion
Word Count: 1025



***


Their arm loops through his as they walk. "Do you care for a bit of advice?"

People stare. They stare at the person walking with him, his grimace a ghost in the edge of a crowd's vision. They stare at how he threads his fingers though theirs, but not why. Never why.

"From you?" Their shoulder bangs against his. Sequins stab even through the thick fabric of his suit. "I was in the mood for some entertainment. Why not."

Manami sighs only through their nose. The imperceptible shift of their brow, staring straight at him. And how their mouth flattens, in the tiny curve that never grows or shrinks. He can't remember when he started to notice it.

"It's quite easy," they say. "Talk less." He doesn't let them pull their hand from his, and is left with only one hand to tap the edge of their lips. "Smile more."

Diplomats swarm the floor. Teshima still struggles to think of himself as one. In comparison, Manami is candlelight for moths to burn to death upon. In comparison, they're the only one he can bring himself to stand beside.

"I smile," he says. Swings by the drinks, with two flutes of wine in hand. "But I've got a lot more going for me than a pretty mouth."

"Do you?" Manami asks - bemused. Head tilted back and away, till their hair frames their face, pretty and precise. In an instant, they shift from a cute bit of cloud cover on the floor, to the cut of a tornado cresting in the sky.

"Not everyone wants to win over the public with a wave."

History has left deep cuts in Teshima's mind. Ranging from the early 21st century, to now, a quarter of a century gone, he knows it better than his own life. Space in all its gratuitous growth. The people who came to populate it. And here, in man-made stations that spiral like coils into an endless darkness, orbiting planets like moons instead of stars.

He likes moons. But. Orbiting makes him aware of how his bones ache.

"How much longer are you spending here," he says, "Ambassador?"

That makes Manami laugh. "I thought you didn't believe in titles."

"It needs a proper setting," he says. "You can't throw around words like they mean something everywhere."

"Of course, my good sir Teshima," they laugh into their wine.

"And my question?"

The chime of their voice echoes in the glass, even when Manami falls into silence. Lights dim everywhere but the stage. He keeps watching them, and their eyes, staring at nothing. Static blares with the host beginning to talk. Another celebration. Another hand holding party, to fill the space between disagreements and fights, drawing all other attention in the room. The two of them are alone.

"I'm always late," they say. "So no one's really waiting on me."


---


The doctor is checking the duelists and Teshima is trying not to sweat. He was the second. He was the one who let his charge, who let someone get involved, and his shirt is soaking through to the jacket he can't remove.

"Maybe you shouldn't have told him to shoot," Manami says.

There are many things that can tumble out of Teshima's mouth. What makes it is - "I'm not stupid." They look at him like he's a fool. "I know what I was doing." Everyone does. "Some things can't be settled by talking them out." Or most do.

"That's pretty funny, Teshima."

"I'm a real comedian," he says.

Manami congratulates the victor, built like a brick house from a hundred years ago, and familiar enough in how he laughs to make Tadokoro's heart burn. Teshima takes the note from the doctor and responsibility for yet another interstellar death. That's what ambassadors do.


---


The problem of space travel is how long it takes.

The problem with dreams is what you have to give up to make them happen.

The problem of being alone is that you are rarely the only one who is.

The day they met, Manami didn't bother to remember his name. For an instant, even with the rumors that swirled around him, seeing someone who had been from Earth. Who had left it so long before, that everyone who knew them was dead before Teshima was born. He had been almost relieved. A ghost of another time, living among colonists and distant stars, just his age.

But they didn't remember his name.

The problem of loneliness is how quick it makes you hate someone like you.


---


"Teshima," they start.

They usually begin with his name, these days. Always formal and careful. The hint of faked respect. When a year passes in the station, too many more pass everywhere else. In the pause they take after his name, the world leaves them behind.

"What's up," he says. Late.

"There's going to be a war." It comes out like cotton.

But he can't summon a response. He can't imagine war, this far above everything. "Why's that."

They shrug. "There already is. We just haven't heard about it yet."

All that's out the window is inky darkness. Stars he can't reach. A desolate planet they cling to in constant orbit. The two of them know the station better than anyone now, walking everywhere they go. A pair from Earth. A pair that abandoned everything, even when they never admit to it. Already dead to everyone they once knew.

"Probably," he says. "But you say that like we can't do anything to make it better."

"We're already a part of history," they say. "There are things you can't change."

And he laughs. He laughs, till they're a bird devoid of feather, or skin, simple bone, and nothing. No one spoken of in stories. Not the figure that inspired a thousand ships to keep flying out, and surviving.

"We already did," he says. "Just by coming out here."

"By running away," they say.

"No," Teshima says. Like he remembers something he was never told. "I'm here to remind you." It's a grin. It's endless and terrible and they're dead, and alive, at the same time. A different history. "Why do you think I never stop talking."