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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 GRANDSTAND, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 617
i hope you enjoy this little offering to the health of your kryk crops :)
***
It’s his headphones that Kuroo sees first, that splash of red against the grey on grey of the station at this hour, and the silence that hums in the air. He’s at the vending machine, back to the platform.
Kuroo slings his backpack over one shoulder, stuffs his hand into his pocket. There’s a frayed thread and a lost button on his jacket from where it got snagged on a jagged piece of metal. The midwinter night is a long, meandering trail behind him, pale white all along the tracks, weary in his bones. His feet are heavy and snowbound.
Yaku turns around, a can of hot milk tea in his hand, and tosses it to Kuroo.
/
He likes to say fixing trains isn’t quite as glamorous as it sounds. Yaku likes to say it isn’t glamorous at all.
“Only a nerd like you would find engines sexy.”
“Well,” Kuroo counters, “only a nerd like you would find a nerd like me—”
Yaku stops him mid-sentence with a pointed glare, and Kuroo smiles at the knit of those brows, the way Yaku tilts his chin stubbornly upwards and changes the subject.
“Looks like it might snow.”
Kuroo cups his hands close and blows into them, rubs them together and stares at the sky. He has a long journey ahead. If Yaku’s premonition is right, it will be many hours before he comes home, and it will be dark.
As they approach the station, Yaku reaches out to straighten Kuroo’s collar. “Don’t you dare get engine oil on this jacket.”
Kuroo grins. “But it’s your favourite.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s why I don’t want you to get oil on it.”
“Don’t you enjoy a little eau de moi—ouch!”
Yaku makes a show of blowing on his knuckles as Kuroo lets out an exaggerated yelp and clutches his side.
“Stop being such a drama queen,” says Yaku, with another nudge to the ribs. This time, his fist stays where it is, pressing fervent and warm as Yaku leans his weight into it, looks up at Kuroo with a grin that leaves him grasping for a witty retort.
/
He could have stayed. He could have taken the comfortable desk job they offered him, after he graduated. He could have had saba for dinner instead of a roasted sweet potato he bought from a run-down stall in a village along the way, where they stopped in a snowdrift for two hours. He could be fast asleep with the cicadas outside and a 5 AM run with Yaku in the morning. They’d race each other breathless down three blocks at least, because old habits die hard.
These are the thoughts that run through Kuroo’s head like clockwork when something goes wrong, when he’s dying for a drink and up to his elbows in grease and gears.
This is the thought that always comes rushing back: Yaku’s lips on his, telling him to go, because he’ll be an insufferable asshole if he stays put and bored and restless.
And here I thought that was what you loved about me—
Nah. Just one of your better qualities, said Yaku, fingers tangled in Kuroo's impossible bedhead.
/
He nearly misses the catch. It's a good throw, but Kuroo has to scramble anyway; he grabs the can of milk tea millimetres from the floor before it lands, and straightens with a loud yawn.
"Sorry. I’m so damn tired. You didn’t have to wait, you know.”
Yaku lowers his headphones, comes over to wrap Kuroo’s cold hands in his.
“Don’t be stupid. Nice receive, by the way. What happened to your jacket?"
”I didn't get grease on it," says Kuroo, with a smirk, and Yaku smiles.
Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G