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Bonus Round 7: Free For All
Let's finish SASO 2017 with a bang. This bonus bonus round allows any kind of prompt imaginable in any format. The sky's the limit!
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with literally any kind of prompt, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms, with the following caveats:
- Large image prompts should be thumbnailed and linked to, as explained here.
- Fanart/fanfiction/fanwork prompts are only allowed if you created the fanwork yourself or if you have explicit permission to use it, and proof of permission must be linked to in your prompt header.
- Quote prompts can come from almost anything, but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Reposting prompts is fine, but be respectful and keep crediting in mind. A prompt belongs to the person who posted it to this round, and who can fill it is determined by whether or not they are on that person's team.
- If reposting a br2 (tic tac toe) prompt, please post each prompt square as its own individual comment. Posting tic tac toe boards wholesale will crash our br scorer and the bonus doesn't apply for this round, anyway.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Akira & Hikaru). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Akira/Hikaru). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
- Besides that, if you want to prompt something, regardless of format—even formats not previously allowed in SASO—go right ahead. If you're unsure you can ask us for clarification, but tbh just go for the gold.
- Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with a fanwork.
- 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)
- 8 tracks (fanmixes)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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!
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 488
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It doesn’t rain very often in Los Angeles, but it rains buckets all through their first summer together in New York (technically, not their first summer, but the first summer that they’re officially back together together, and Shuu’s moved into Tatsuya’s place). It’s like every day through June, half of July and most of August they’ll wake up to a grey sky and pouring rain, or a drizzle and a fog that only burns off late in the day. Sometimes it’s a welcome relief from the humidity; other times it’s just as much of a signifier of an incoming heat wave, the temperature climbing like a cinematic ape up a skyscraper downtown.
They get caught in it without umbrellas, because even after a year or two of being here on and off they still don’t carry them, and, well, it might work to their advantage. Like how everyone deserts the streets, crowding under awnings and bus shelters and into the stores and subway stations, or pulling out umbrellas and anoraks that can’t be pleasant in this heat. The rain splatters down on them, soaking them through; Tatsuya barely has time to spare his phone much of a thought before he realizes there’s nothing he can do about it, and he can always afford another one anyway. He catches sight of his face reflected in a floor-to-ceiling window; he looks the same as he always does wet, bangs sticking to his forehead and, well, he does look nice like this. Something someone had said to him once about not being conceited if it’s true, and Tatsuya will admit (to some degree) that he’s a little bit vain. He turns to look at Shuu; the rain is kind to him, too, Water making his shirt stick to his chest, cold enough so that his nipples are poking through. Tatsuya drags his gaze back up to Shuu’s eyes, waiting for the snappy remark that never comes.
Shuu’s looking at him, awestruck, like he’d set the world on fire, like the first time they’d met reflected a million times over, an infinite set of mirrors or the facets on a molecule that he’d barely paid attention to in college chemistry. He’s looking straight at Tatsuya’s face, and Tatsuya feels like the water saturating his hair is about to evaporate, curl into steam, that the humidity that’s been slightly relieved is all going to come back.
And then Shuu kisses him, in the middle of the sidewalk blocking anyone who would pass, except there’s no one. There’s no one on the other side of the window, only cars honking their horns as they go up the side street, too focused on narrowly avoiding running down pedestrians, and then Tatsuya’s not even thinking about any of that, his mind blanking out in the feeling of Shuu’s hand on the side of his face, Shuu’s wet nose against his, Shuu’s mouth, washed clean.