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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-06-25 06:52 pm
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Bonus Round 3: FSTs

FSTs


This round is CLOSED as of 7PM EDT on 8 July. Late comments are screened and will not receive points.


Profess your love for your favorite ships with the power of song! In this round, we ask you to create fan soundtracks and use them as inspiration for new fanwork.


Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES
  • Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
  • Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
  • Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
  • Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.


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.

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!
yrindor: Head shot of Fuji Shuusuke with his eyes open (Fuji)

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T

[personal profile] yrindor 2017-07-04 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru & Kinjou Shingo
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: bodily fluids (blood), abuse (implied)
Other Tags: serious injury, surgery, body modifications, panic attacks, angst, cyberpunk AU
Word Count: 1289

Inui, Kaidou, and their teenage son Kinjou. Balancing out the fluff earlier with a healthy dose of angst.

***

Inui isn't sure where things go wrong, or how they go so horribly wrong. One minute, he's listening to the usual quiet breathing and background shuffling over the radio, the next, a loud explosion and screaming, and then a second explosion followed by ominous silence. He doesn't even bother to ask for a status update before he sprints out of the room, grabbing the first weapon he lays eyes on as he runs to the last known location of Kaidou and Kinjou.

It's not supposed to end like this. It's Kinjou's first real mission. They went over all of the details beforehand multiple times. It wasn't high risk. There was nothing in the data to suggest they would run into any problems. Kaidou was right there to provide backup if anything went wrong.

Inui will have to analyze the data more later, but something has gone horribly, horribly wrong, and whatever it is, his husband and their son are currently in the middle of it.

The rest of the support team clearly heard the explosion too, and they've already reached the site by the time Inui arrives.

"Where are they?" he demands, and one of his techs points wordlessly into the crater that's been blown into the ground.

High explosives, his mind provide unhelpfully, and a lot of them. The newest polymers too, but the look of it.

There's already a group down in the crater, clustered around something in the rubble. A quick mental shift zooms his vision in, and he sees to bodies in the center of the group, and far too much blood for comfort.

He's almost to the edge of the crater when a third, smaller explosion rocks the ground at his feet. It's not the explosion that's the real danger though; it's the electromagnetic pulse that it was used to detonate. It's strong enough to trip every emergency failsafe in Inui's system, forcing them all into an immediate shutdown just in case the pulse breaks through his shielding. The sudden removal of all of his usual augmentations and modifications leaves him reeling, and he misses his step, one foot landing in thin air.

He tumbles down the side of the crater, the last scrap of consciousness he had been clinging to fading the first time he bounces off of a rock.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


He comes to in the hospital with a pounding headache. A quick scan of his system reveals a minor concussion and a few circuits in need of recalibrating, but no major damage. A tech appears at his side; Inui assumes he must have been waiting nearby. He brushes the tech's hand away. He'll deal with his own injuries later; none of them are serious, and there are other, far more pressing issues.

"Where are they?" he asks. He needs to know; he can't get the image of the blood and the bodies out of his mind.

"Kaidou's in surgery now. Internal bleeding from the concussion wave and several fractures where he was struck by falling debris, but he's remarkably stable considering."

"And Shingo? Where's Shingo?"

The sudden silence is the first warning sign.

"I'll get the doctor for you."

The second warning sign.

Inui's hand closes around the tech's wrist. "He's not in surgery?" he asks. He's seen Shingo's injuries, or at least some of them. Even just the obvious ones would need extensive surgery.

"There are...complications," the tech says gently, trying to tug his hand free.

Inui holds on more tightly. "Is he alive?"

"Yes," the tech says, and Inui finally lets go. The unspoken 'but' hangs heavily in the air as the door closes.

There's a thick bundle of cables running from the port at the back of Inui's neck to a computer at the bedside. Inui knows they're overriding his own port systems, taking control of his body's functions until they confirm that his are still working properly on their own. For once, he's glad for the intrusion. He's fairly certain he doesn't remember how to breathe.

The wait seems to stretch out interminably, broken only by the steady beep of the monitors that don't match at all how Inui is feeling. He's about ready to tear them out of his port, consequences be damned, when the doctor finally walks in.

"What's Shingo's status?" Inui asks.

"He's alive," the doctor says, "but the blast caused severe damage to his spinal cord."

"That can be repaired," Inui says. He knows all of the latest research; hell, he's been the one responsible for many of the technologies used for repair.

The silence that follows sets off more warning bells.

"There are...complications."

"What do you mean, complications?"

"The worst of the damage is just below his brainstem; a millimeter higher and it would have killed him. It's not a clean injury either; the explosion left shrapnel in his spine down the whole length of his neck."

"What are you proposing?" Inui asks. He already suspects the answer, but he doesn't want to be the one to voice it.

"There's too much damage to repair. The only real option at this point is a full replacement. We'll remove everything that's been compromised and replace it all with artificial systems like the ones you have."

Inui's hand unconsciously rises to rub at the port at the back of his neck. "You'd turn Kinjou into a spider," he says.

The surgeon nods. "It's the only way to save him."

Inui takes a shaky breath. The thought had occurred to him before when he'd wanted to share something with his son that no one but a spider could fully understand. It had occurred to him when he saw the way that Kinjou had taken so quickly to technology. It had occurred to him when he'd seen how much Kinjou loved statistics and math. But had always only been a passing thought. He knows how spiders are viewed. Things have improved since the early days, but he still has the scars as a constant reminder of what it means to be a spider—to be something many still view as less than human. It isn't something he would ever have wanted for his son despite the fleeting thoughts of what could have been.

He'd mentioned it to Kaidou once, and it had been one of the few times they fought. Kaidou hadn't even wanted to consider the idea. Seeing what Inui had been through was bad enough, he had said, he refused to let that happen to his son.

"I need to talk to Kaoru," Inui says.

"He's in surgery right now."

"How long until he's out?"

"Too long. We're fighting against the clock right now. If any swelling sets in before we remove the damage, then it's going to compress Kinjou's brainstem and most likely kill him. We need a decision now."

"I sign off on this or Shingo dies?" Inui asks bitterly.

The doctor doesn't reply, only holds out a clipboard for him.

There's no real choice in his mind; he can't let Kinjou die.

He signs the form and hands it back.

"We'll let you know when Kaidou is out of surgery," the doctor says. "Kinjou's surgery will take longer. Kaidou should be awake well before we finish. Ring the bell if you need anything and one of the techs will come by."

She leaves, and Inui is alone again. He rubs his hands over his eyes. His cybernetic eyes can't produce tears, but that doesn't stop the burning behind them.

He looks at the clock on the wall and wonders just how long he has to find the words to break the news to Kaidou. He's glad the computer is still breathing for him; he's fairly certain he's forgotten how to again.