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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-07 08:59 pm
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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Bonus Round 4: Quotes

A shipping olympics favorite, this round uses quotes of all sorts to fuel your creative endeavors.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 21 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

  • Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a quote attributed to a specific person or character, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms.
    • Example: "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." - M. Gandhi
    • The quote can come from anywhere. Famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, your neighbor, etc.
    • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Makoto & Rin). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Makoto/Rin). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
  • Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams
  • Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice.
  • Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
  • Visual example
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  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
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  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
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  • Visual example
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  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" />
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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.

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.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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[personal profile] catlarks 2016-07-21 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
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Sooooo I may have had this saved with only the title as if it was a quote, so I may or may not have drastically misinterpreted the prompt. But it's from the prompt, and it's chrismiyu, and there's a little bit of subtle hand admiration which I hear you might like, so. Here you go. Also, very quietly an AU.


"This isn't how I thought it would happen," Chris says, as he unrolls his silverware from the cloth napkin the fork and knife and spoon have been hidden in, as he spreads the linen out across his lap. "Us meeting again, I mean."

Miyuki fiddles with his own fork, adjusting it so it leans a little more to the left, a little more to the right. His hands seek things to hold, discontent with being at ease. But the place settings in the restaurant are perfect; it's an upscale place, their table inserted into a little alcove on one side, toward the back. Very quiet. Very private.

"But you knew we would meet again," Miyuki says. "That much you did think would happen."

Chris levels him with an even stare, and Miyuki only smiles back, with all the guilelessness he can summon. He knows when Chris expected to see him, in the middle of the ambush Miyuki's little gang had prepared for Chris' latest import of... Luxury goods. But Miyuki isn't a ringleader. He never meant to be in the center of that action. He's happy to pull his strings from the shadows, from whatever position affords him the best view of the game.

"I hope you'll be able to pay for dinner," Chris says. "Considering I've heard your, hm, business has taken a hit in weekly revenue."

"Pay?" Miyuki echoes. "I thought this was your treat."

Chris' eyebrows go up, and then his laugh sounds out, a warm, dry chuckle like he can't quite believe what he's hearing. His hands are at the edge of the table, fingers just curled up over the top of the tablecloth. They're broad, strong hands, hands Miyuki watches as they smooth out the smallest wrinkle in the cloth.

Chris' laugh is warm, but he cuts himself off before Miyuki can grow used to it. He's a careful creature all too aware of how he presents himself, aware of the power vested in him through his money and his company and willing to sweep that around himself in a gulf too broad for most to cross. He makes himself approachable, when he needs to be. The rest of the time, he contents himself with his remote precipice, looking down on every person who could not possibly comprehend the empire he has built.

"I suppose I could pay for dinner," Chris says. "Provided it proves to be worth my while."

Miyuki's eyes light up, reaching for the innuendo, latching onto the opportunity, but Chris holds a hand up before he can get a word past parted lips. Miyuki tempers the flame, banking it back to something modest, something manageable. He's long since learned what comes of appearing too eager.

"That isn't what I meant," Chris says.

"What isn't?" Miyuki asks, wetting his lips, pressing his luck. "I didn't say anything."

There comes a pause, and Miyuki plucks a piece of bread out of the basket left in the center of their table. Neither of them has looked at their menus. The wait staff know Chris; no one will be bothering them for orders before they're very much ready. Miyuki picks at the bread, peeling the crust away from its soft, pliable center, scattering crumbs all across his plate and onto the tablecloth.

He catches the look Chris gives him for that. It's worth it, to glimpse that momentary glimmer of judgment before Chris' calm, businesslike facade asserts itself once again.

"I can be a highly engaging conversationalist," Miyuki continues. "Not all of my skills lie in... Hm, business management."

It's not precisely a business, running a street gang, raking it in from illegal gambling, picking fights with the established Underground. But Miyuki makes it his business. They're polite in public, talking of management and luxury goods, but they both know well enough that the Underground is Chris' business, too.

"Why did you call me?" Chris asks, changing the subject. "I didn't give you my phone number."

"I looked it up," Miyuki says, cheeky until the end.

Chris levels him a look. "The number you called was not one you looked up."

Miyuki shrugs. "You said you thought we'd meet again. Not in so many words, maybe, but you knew that it would happen sooner or later. I knew we would meet again, too. But I thought I might like it to be on my terms."

"Has any part of our, mmm, acquaintanceship not been on your terms?" Chris asks.

Miyuki hums to himself, a pensive sound building from deep in his throat, disguising the fact that he does have to think about the question. They run in the same circles — barely. But Miyuki is small time. Chris is the old order, the sort who built himself up from the ground but who had that family money behind him in the beginning. Not everyone knows about that. But Miyuki, Miyuki looked it up.

"Does it matter?" Miyuki asks. "I wanted to get dinner. You wanted to come. And here we are!"

"Who says I wanted to come?"

Miyuki stares back at him, smiling. "You're here, aren't you?"

Chris is silent a moment, conceding the point. He leans back in his chair, breathing out slow and letting it rest. When he speaks again, he changes the subject. "You weren't there, when I rounded your little crew up. Was I wrong, about what it is you wanted?"

Chris' hands are no longer on the table; he's sitting properly, shoulders squared, fingers interlaced in his lap. Miyuki cannot see them, but he can imagine the hands he's seen only a few times before, strong hands, clever fingers, the tools Chris has used to craft himself into the person Miyuki now sits across from. Chris isn't wrong. But if he lets Chris catch him in the act now, he'll end the game too soon.

"No," Miyuki says. "Did you miss me?"

Chris laughs again, another surprised, disbelieving sound. "No, I didn't miss you. Did they?"

Miyuki's crew had hobbled home, beaten but not broken and significantly poorer than what Miyuki had promised them. But turf wars are hot little things, full of pushing and biting. They'd bounce back, fiercer still for having been defeated. Miyuki shrugs, and spreads a smile across his face.

"Nah, I doubt they missed me much, either. But hey, lets have dinner. I still need to earn that free meal."

Chris shakes his head, stifling a smile, and beckons the waiter over. Miyuki orders the most expensive thing on the menu; he does consider himself an excellent conversationalist, and if he cannot prove as much all that means is he will have truly eaten his words.
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[personal profile] miaoujones 2016-07-24 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
ahh~ oh my gosh, so i am a greedy thing and i want *more* of this. i can also content myself with the story i see spreading out in all directions from this moment--what came before, what will after after, what is happening in parallel. i *love* that you used only the title for the prompt, and that you got *this* from it! the tension, or maybe i should say the tensions between them as they sit at that table are palpable; i felt my own heart beating to the rhythm of that tension as i read. it feels, somehow simultaneously, that miyuki is in over his head and chris has bitten off more than he can chew. how fantastic!