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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-08-15 08:01 pm
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Bonus Round 7: Free For All

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!



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


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)
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!
themorninglark: (kita)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[personal profile] themorninglark 2017-08-22 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Miya Osamu & Miya Atsumu & Kita Shinsuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 611

***

The wine he’s just downed is intoxicating, but it’s the violin that’s getting under his skin.

“I’ve heard so much about you,” someone whispers in Shinsuke’s ear, from where he’s standing by a curtain, velvet red rustling against his palm; he turns to see a figure in a fox mask and tuxedo sweep by him on the way to the punch table, leaving only a smile like fizzing champagne in his wake.

Shinsuke looks away with a pointed tilt of his head, tips his chin towards the dance floor.

There he is. The twin to his interloper, a man in an identical mask leading a slow foxtrot. He’s just out of the light, beyond the reach of the glittering chandeliers. His footsteps trace a sure path across the dappled shadows. He never says a word to his partner, only bows at the conclusion of the dance, kisses her gloved hand like a gentleman and makes his way back to the sidelines.

“I hope you don’t mind,” says the first twin, materialising by Shinsuke’s side again, two glasses in hand. He hands one to Shinsuke. “I swear I don’t make a habit of this.”

“Of what?” asks the second twin, appearing just in time to swipe the second wine glass.

“Why, talking to strangers, of course. Hello, my thieving brother.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

Shinsuke smiles. The curve of his mouth peeks out from behind his cracked half-mask in plaster white. He raises his glass to wet his lips, runs his tongue lightly across them.

“Ooh,” laughs the first twin. “Is that a reaction? You’re not as cold as they say.”

The second twin studies him from the corner of his eye, keeps his silence for now. In his hand, the surface of the wine is a dark mirror, still and faultless. Such a steady hand, thinks Shinsuke.

“And how cold do they say I am?” he asks.

“Like ice,” says the first twin, his voice whisper-bright, and leans close. His fingertips are warm as they brush Shinsuke’s exposed cheek, find the corner of his lips.

“I think you’ll find I’ve been woefully slandered,” Shinsuke says.

The second twin lets out a low hum of amusement. “I think you’ll find my brother’s a master of woeful slander.”

So uncharitable! Here I am trying to set Kita-san’s reputation right! Look how warm he is!”

And the first twin grabs hold of Shinsuke's hand, brings it to clasp his brother’s free one; if Shinsuke’s supposedly ice-cold, he can’t help recalling the rumours that've reached his ears about this Miya twin. He is—no perfect winter, but the kind of burn that freezes from within, that melts into an ocean.

A minor chord rings out, hangs in the air like a beautiful fissure. As one, the twins turn to look at the dance floor, and a butler comes round to collect Shinsuke’s glass.

Well. Which one of us will you dance with, Kita-san?” asks the first twin. If masks could move, thinks Shinsuke, his eyebrows would be arched now, his smirk etched like an old scar into his face.

“Maybe he doesn’t want to dance,” the second twin protests, as he starts to extract his hand from Shinsuke’s, but Shinsuke hangs on, reaches out.

Osamu, he murmurs, a command, and then, as he catches the first twin by the wrist, Atsumu.

Atsumu (for all of his boldness, the show he puts on) is surprisingly gentle to the touch, more hesitant to wrap his fingers round Shinsuke’s than Osamu is, and Shinsuke holds them both like his victory.

“Maybe he wants to have it all,” he says, leading the way.