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Bonus Round 2: AUs
Bonus Round 2: AUs
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"
This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
- An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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.
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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
The Little Prince AU
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
1152 words
“Hey, mister--” comes the light, curious voice, a voice that Morisuke has yet to be rid of for the last two days. “Do you think we’ll find sheep while we’re here?”
“No.” Pause. “There are no sheep in the desert.” He frowns, taking his eyes off his broken airplane to eye the tall idiot behind him. “Why are you asking?” Morisuke’s fellow stranded-in-the-desert buddy has a smile as bright as the sun.
“I wanted to see one, is all.”
He’s tall. If he had to describe the guy, it was just--he was tall. Silver hair like a grandfather and wide, pale eyes set in a young face, a kid’s face. He's annoying, and asks strange questions. Had touched the propeller of his airplane with wonder when he’d met him.
“Hey, old man--” and Morisuke would have socked him right then and there, “What’s this?”
“A propeller.” He digs around for a wrench of a specific size that he probably will never find. There is sand in his pockets and sand in his toolbox.
“Is your propeller broken? What’s it for?” Morisuke sighs loudly. “Hey, mister, what’s it for?”
“I fly with it. It’s an airplane. The propeller is the front part. I’m not old.”
“Oh.” A frown had settled on his young face. “Are you a child, then? Should I help? If it’s broken.” Morisuke’s fingers wrap around the wrench he’d been looking for, and he carefully does not hit him on the head with it. He’s an adult.
“Are you any good at engineering anything?”
“Nope,” the tall idiot chirps, proud and bright. “Not at all.”
But he does help pass the time. Time passes itself, of course, but it’s liquid and slow, with Morisuke’s airplane hard to fix all on his lonesome. “I can fly, too,” he says, and Morisuke snorts at the thought. “I don’t need propellers, though. Do you not need one when you grow?”
“I finished growing,” Morisuke grits his teeth. “And I can fly just fine, thanks.”
“I’m just saying,” he continues, oblivious, “I flew here from another star and I didn’t break anything, not once.”
“Good for you.” He swaps out rusted copper wiring for fresh stuff, wire cutter providing him with an unusual air of satisfaction. The desert sun was famed for giving patient men bad tempers, right?
“And if you’re not a child, I guess you must be an adult. Are you a silly adult?” Maybe not just the desert heat. “I’ve met adults before, and they’re all kind of silly.”
Morisuke repairs the fuel gauge and navigation--and only stops when he realizes what the kid’s just said. “Wait, another star?”
The eyes that watch him are like a cat’s. Or a kitten’s: a feline edge color in his amazement, and the sheer wide-eyed wonder was staggering. Like he’d never seen anything like this planet before in his life. “Yes!” His enthusiasm is kind of infectious too, as long as he stops with the short jokes. “There’s so much on this star, it’s very different from where I come from. Or where I’ve been.” He smiles conspiratorially. “I’m a traveler, too.”
Morisuke puts his tools away and takes a break. “Okay,” he sighs, and leans against the body of his broken airplane. “What do you mean by silly adults?”
He takes it as an invitation, sitting down with his knees to his chest. “Have you ever met a king?”
“No.”
“Oh. I met one, when I left my star. On another planet, by himself. He had nobody to rule.” The kid just looks mischievous then, and Morisuke wonders how old he is, after all. “He was a blueberry of a king. He commanded me to stop yawning, because I yawned when I was tired. Then he told me to keep yawning, but I can’t do that. When I left, he commanded me to stay. He should have told me to go.”
A king with no subjects. Morisuke thinks back to the newspapers of the day, the headlines he’d seen before leaving. There’s nothing of the sort in the world, he’s pretty sure, but there’s something about this overgrown idiot that bends reality around him.
“And the king made you think that all adults were dumb?”
“No,” he frowns. “That was only after meeting the conceited man. And then the drunk man. And the banking man.” Morisuke has dealt with selfish people, drunkards, and--at least on one occasion--an accountant. He can sympathize. “I liked the lamplighter. And the geography man.”
“Tell me about them.” Those kitten’s eyes light up when Morisuke leans forward, curious despite himself. “Please.”
The tall idiot’s airy voice described to him little rocks suspended in the heavens, each of them so far apart that one would never know another could exist. And the smallest little planet, small enough for him to cover in three strides, was home to a lamplighter and a lamp. There were over a thousand sunsets in a year, and the lamplighter did his thankless work repeatedly, constantly.
“That’s absurd,” Morisuke says, but he’s laughing.
“He was,” his travel partner agrees, laughing too. “His planet wasn’t big enough for two people and a lamp! So I left that star, too.”
The last planet, he explains, was also strange. “The geographer had maps! Maps like yours, I guess, but I don’t know how he drew them. He talked about rocks for hours. I yawned a lot. And then he told me that he’d never seen these rocks himself. But I guess lots of people tell him about rocks. For hours.”
He’s alight with the memory of his travel, and Morisuke watches him with his own sense of delight.
“He wrote about everything, like the banking man. He asked me,” and he puts a hand to his chest, legs stretched out until his feet could touch Morisuke’s, “About my star, too. About where I was from.”
He looks as somber as his face can manage, with a child’s seriousness and an adult’s sadness. “I told him that I grew up on a star far away from his. I grew up there among these baobab trees, big huge trees that took up all the space in my home. Their roots are very deep.”
“Did he believe you?”
“Yes. But he wrote nothing down! He said that plants were ephemeral. I didn’t know what that was, but I said to him--I told him that I was the most beautiful thing to grow on my planet. He still didn’t write anything down.” Morisuke watches his face turn from curious joy to turbulence. “He said that ‘ephemeral’ means that it would disappear quickly. Flowers, kisses, memories.” He rocks back and forth a bit, looking troubled. “Am I ‘ephemeral’?”
Among the six billion selfish people on earth, the millions of bankers and drunkards, the thousands of lamplighters and geographers, the hundreds of kings, Morisuke hesitates to answer his question.
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
AND WHEN LEV ASKED IF HE WAS EPHEMERAL... I'M ACHING......
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!! I WILL CURL AROUND THIS FILL AND REREAD A MILLION TIMES ; A ;
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G
thank you so much for such a wonderful !! prompt !! lmao i promise im not stalking you on saso .... . . i just rly like ur prompts .....
and i died this week so im sry for the late reply @@Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G