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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 The Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 462
Warnings for me playing fast and loose with the fall of Lucifer & religious content. Aka literal angels and demons, don’t even ask.
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"How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!"
The laughter in the words was smug and mocking, so sharp that the Child of God felt the press of fangs against the inside of his lips as he turned. He forced himself to smile at the angel who had so rudely greeted him, sizing him up swiftly. White hair, green eyes and skin that held the sunset’s pink hue - the Host was vast but the Child of God knew every angel within it.
Especially those whom he had thought he could sway to his cause.
Kirihara.
“Son of God,” he corrected, holding himself upright. He tilted his chin up, unwilling to show weakness before one who had groveled rather than gain, and let his wings sweep out.
The sunlight did not catch on the gold tips and throw a thousand dancing rainbow lights before him; instead, his wings were black now, feathered full and soft, and they ate up the sunshine like the silence of the night ate sound.
“I am his Son, as are you, Kirihara,” The Child of God spoke confidently, letting his voice ring out with the same passion and conviction that had made an army rise to his Call. “And as I have been treated, so shall you be treated. Look now upon what he has made of me.”
Black-winged, cloven hoofed, fanged and horned in some twisted parody of the angels who dwelt up high; he was marked now, neither man nor angel, but some third sort of foul thing that held none of God’s grace.
Kirihara’s gaze, green as spring grass, drifted over the Child of God and fixed, at last, on the violet eyes.
Angels bled golden ichor and bruised pink, but humans bruised purple.
“You should not have rebelled,” Kirihara said, shifting his hold on his sword.
“You should have rebelled with me,” the Child of God said, stepping closer to Kirihara. Kirihara lifted the sword and the blade blazed blue, brilliant as the sky above them, but the Child of God smiled.
“Will you strike me down, then? In His mercy, he spared me. Do you think you know better than Him?”
The first flicker of doubt in Kirihara’s eyes was a delight to see.
Kirihara lowered the sword but watched warily as the fallen angel approached.
“What do you want?” He asked and received his answer in the tender press of soft lips against his.
Corruption could come execution-swift, wished upon disobedient angels by their maker, or it could be as slow and subtle as a tongue insinuating itself into another’s mouth.
Pride. Lust.
And when Kirihara shoved the Child of God back, wiped a panicked hand over his mouth, it completed the trifecta.
Wrath.