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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: 609
finishing saso with kita shinsuke, my love
***
“Open your hand,” says Atsumu, and so Shinsuke, under the bridge, does. He does not do it quickly, none too eager; he takes his time, bringing his clenched fist out from behind his back, unfolding fingers one by one like petals in the thaw of early spring. At their feet, the river runs.
Atsumu’s tipping forward on his toes, his grin brimming over with excitement. It is a rough, homespun thing that he presses into Shinsuke’s palm, a stick of dango glazed in thick sauce.
The beat of the taiko drums picks up behind them. Shinsuke takes a bite, closes his eyes. The dango is sweet and chewy and just a little nostalgic.
/
“Open your hand,” says Osamu, and so Shinsuke, under the fluttering carp streamers, does. He does not do it slowly. Stitch for stitch, he has learned, Osamu is the more patient one, and there is no use in drawing out the moment; he extends his palm to Osamu and meets his gaze head on, expectant.
Osamu’s fingers are cold. When he withdraws his hand, Shinsuke sees why. He’s been holding on to this little plastic cup of kakigori all this while, and it has not yet melted.
Shinsuke picks up the spoon and puts a bit on his tongue. The shaved ice is cherry pink. It leaves a stain on his lips that does not come off when he licks it.
/
At the heart of the festival, there is the shrine.
It is a small one, with a single torii gate to lead the way there among overgrown trees and vines that have grown wild, twining round low fences that have faded into the shrubbery. No one tends it, these days. Most people have forgot about it.
Shinsuke is not most people.
As the crowd parts around him, he crosses the threshold. In the shrine, he knows, the foxes are laughing at him. Only they do it in the way foxes do, which is discreet and subtle, and they never forget, never let a small thing go. Always catching him when they think he’s not looking, gazes flickering like lanterns.
Have you chosen? they ask.
Shinsuke’s mouth is full of offerings that he would make, if he could. It is full of sweetness and ice and stolen afternoons under the fiery sun with Atsumu, stolen evenings on a back porch with Osamu. Once, Atsumu had plucked a flame-red maple leaf from an autumn tree and tucked it behind his ear; once, Osamu had brushed a leaf like that off his jacket.
Shinsuke’s mouth is full, and he does not lay any of it on the altar.
I will not choose, he says at last, for it is a trick, and a false choice.
He bows his head before he leaves, and the laughter of the foxes curls around him on the rising wind.
/
The twins find him by the torii gate. They are leaning on opposite sides, one closer to the festival, one closer to the mountain. There is a light in Atsumu’s eyes that reminds Shinsuke of lanterns, and a smile on Osamu’s face like a wish from long ago, a half-luck fortune tied around a branch and left to fate.
Shinsuke’s faith is not such a fragile thing. The foxes picked it over with their sharp teeth, and he made them put it back together again. He believes half-luck can go either way, or all ways. He believes that, whole, they are more than their halves.
“We’ve been waiting for you,” says Atsumu.
“Let’s go,” says Osamu.
As one, they fall into step, and Shinsuke finds his place in between them.