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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
Octodad AU
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
720 words
honestly........................idk
Iwaizumi wakes up that morning feeling absolutely terrible.
He slithers out of bed, groaning as vertigo hits him when he uprights himself too quickly. It comes out as more of a wet gurgle, however, and he nearly slips while trying to pad across the carpet to the bathroom across the way.
Oikawa is probably already up making breakfast for him and the kids before he has to go to work; Iwaizumi can hear him bustling around in the kitchen. Perhaps he should have asked Oikawa to wake him up, after all.
After some unusual trouble with the doorknob (he just couldn't seem to get a proper hold on the slippery sucker), Iwaizumi makes it to the bathroom in one, tired, groggy piece. He and Oikawa had stayed up late the night before, talking about life, and as a result Iwaizumi hadn't gotten much sleep. It shows by the bags hanging beneath the eyes on either side of his face. Is his complexion looking yellower than before?
Iwaizumi reaches one of his tentacles up to jab tentatively at the skin on his face. He's satisfied when it comes away with the usual layer of slime; the discharge keeps him moistened and alert, or else he'd be drying out everywhere and he couldn't have that.
Getting through his morning routine is always a little troublesome, but it's not so bad today--he only knocks over half of the contents of the bathroom shelf and falls down in unwieldy clumsiness three times instead of the usual five to seven.
Getting dressed is a whole new adventure, just as it is everyday, but Iwaizumi thinks went pretty well. He's off to a good start today--only destroyed about a quarter of the racks of clothing after he had fallen into the hanging coats. He'd tried to grab the rack overhead to right himself, but his tentacles were too slippery, and they globbed right past the metal bars as he had fallen. No matter, though; it was still better than usual.
By the time he makes it downstairs, the children are at the table and Oikawa is setting eggs on a plate for him.
"Iwa-chan! Good morning," Oikawa greets once Iwaizumi makes himself known in the kitchen by sliding wetly against the door frame after losing his balance.
"Grgrohghrg," Iwaizumi gurgles in response, and Oikawa smiles fondly.
"You're so sweet, Iwa-chan! Not in front of the kids," he chides, giving a saucy wink. "But there's no time for that! You, mister, are late! So hurry up and eat so that you can go to work already while I drop the kids off!"
Obediently, Iwaizumi makes his way over to the kitchen table. The rest of it is routine--he's done it thousands of times by now, but--uh oh. Today, he guesses his skin is secreting more lubricant than usual, because it takes him several tries to get a grab on the back of the kitchen chair to pull it out, and after he does, he slides right out of his seat and nearly onto the floor once he sits down. That can't be good. He looks at Oikawa--
"You know, Iwa-chan," Oikawa says, a small hint of suspicion creeping into his tone, "sometimes I think there's something weird about you lately. Like you're actually an ocotopus, or something."
"Ghghogghsgh!" Iwaizumi gurgles in protest. "Gorhghghhrg!"
"Aaah, don't call me Shittykawa in front of the kids! And you're right, I'm being silly. What an absurd thought."
Placated, Iwaizumi turns to dig greet his children and dig into his meal.
After breakfast (one of the eggs missed his mouth, and one was just simply impossible to pick up with both a fork and his bare tentacles, which was just as well since octopi don't eat eggs), Oikawa prepares the children for school and Iwaizumi rushes trying to get his things together for work.
"Your keys are on the counter, babe," Oikawa reminds him.
Right, of course, where he always leaves them--what would Iwaizumi do without Oikawa?
He gurgles in thanks, and Oikawa bats him away, giving him a quick peck on the lips before shooing him out to get to work.
As the door closes behind him and he makes his way clumsily to the car in the driveway, Iwaizumi can't help but to smile at how fortunate his life is.
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T,
reppin' my team like siming's reppin' hers
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Oikawa, upon waking up in the morning, finds that he has a terrible headache. There’s a horrible ache pounding behind his large eyeballs as he squints up at the ceiling, trying to wipe away the residues of sleep like he’s wiping away the extra layer of slime that’s coating him. He turns, a tentacle sliding out to the other side of the bed, and feels it's empty.
Where is Kageyama?
Oikawa slowly slips beneath the sheets as quietly as he can as to not wake the kids--but he’s only half successful, falling to the carpet with the sheets tangled between his tentacles. Why do his suckers always work when he doesn’t need them to?
It takes him a little while to escape what becomes a slimy mess of fabric. He manages to make it to the bedroom door in a complex maneuver of slinging tentacles, only to fall after trying to turn the doorknob, which in turn makes the pain circling his head so much worse. Only then does he take the time to survey the room as he rubs a tentacle against his head to soothe it; there are items littering the floor, strewn in haphazard positions as if a hurricane had torn through. Oikawa catches sight of a picture frame on the floor and falls over for it, reaching over a tentacle to pull the item closer to himself. There’s a photo of himself and Kageyama on a date, Kageyama flustered from the prospect of having to take a picture but Oikawa’s younger tentacles wrapped around his shoulders as they both look into the camera.
A tentacle tenderly runs its suckers down the side of the frame, and Oikawa feels some strings tug at his heart (or it could just be the headache; maybe both).
Oikawa tries to remember what happened last night—he and Kageyama had gotten into an argument, he had turned to drinking and somehow managed to make it into the bedroom, and then… Nothing. It’s all blank.
Does this mean Kageyama had found out…? And left him...?
A distressed blubber immediately leaves Oikawa as he frantically tries to wrap his tentacles around the doorknob to turn the door open. He manages after a few tries (and making sure he has his pajamas on) and alternates slinging two pairs of tentacles to propel himself forward as fast as he can. At the staircase, he stills for a moment to listen to a sound he’s picked up. It’s coming from the kitchen.
Oikawa frantically makes his way to the kitchen, narrowly avoiding knocking the vase in the hallway and the frames on the walls for the umpteenth time. He must be noisy as he slithers into the kitchen because Kageyama tilts his head up from the cup of milk in his hands.
“Ghrgrhg,” Oikawa gurgles softly in an attempt to placate Kageyama, but only receives a glare.
“Don’t Tobio-chan me,” Kageyama grumbles. What right does Kageyama have to speak to him like that?
“Gjhrghurhs, ghrgrhg,” Oikawa gurgles angrily, his headache only spurring him on. “Jhugrhhurgshg! Guhghrgrs ghhjsjrg.”
After he’s done speaking, Oikawa can see Kageyama’s fingers tighten around the glass. Oikawa immediately regrets what he’s said, the apparent distress on Kageyama’s face hitting him somewhere tender.
Oikawa makes his way to the kitchen table, slipping a few times and practically sweating slime under Kageyama’s watchful eyes as he manages to slide his way to the kitchen chair next to Kageyama. Oikawa raises a tentacle, twisting and turning it until it gently rests on top of Kageyama’s hand, suckers sneaking into the crevices of Kageyama’s fingers. That’s always been one of his favorite parts of Kageyama.
“Jhr gjhrsr,” Oikawa blurbs quietly.
Kageyama bristles for a moment before relaxing, his shoulders drooping as he turns his head away.
“I’m sorry too,” Kageyama says before he finally turns back, his gaze on Oikawa’s tentacle on top of his hand. “It’s just… You’re so good at talking and I’m not, so when you pointed it out last night…”
Kageyama’s cheeks flush an embarrassed red before he continues, “that actually hurt.”
“Ghrgrhg…” Oikawa gurgles Kageyama’s name with the most loving noise he can muster and presses his suckers down more on Kageyama’s hand, wanting to show Kageyama that he’s truly sorry. His free tentacle twists up and lands on Kageyama’s cheek with a soft wet slap; he delights in the reddening of Kageyama’s skin. “Jhr grhjshrhsugr. Ghrghsurghs grhhgshhrur rghsg.”
“Oikawa-san…” Kageyama whispers. He swallows once and resumes, “Don’t s-say that! N-Not when the kids sleeping!”
Oikawa’s lets out a gurgle of content, his funnels curling up devilishly as he leans in to give Kageyama a kiss, headache long forgotten.
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T,
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T,