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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.
RULES
- 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!
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]
| 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.
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)
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
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”You better watch yourself, simple human boy. It’s against Spirit World law to say my name without putting a beautiful in front.” –The Beautiful Suzuka, Yu Yu Hakusho
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FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Words: 1 542
I accidentally made it sad i'm so sorry
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They knew everything that happened on the mountain. Every small change, they experienced. Every hushed conversation, they heard. Every blade to the earth, to the people living there, they felt. Nothing escaped them, nothing passed without them noticing.
And to a God, while this would be nothing more than trivial matters, these matters of mortals, the God of the Mountain loved people. They loved their displays of valour, bravery, desperation and all manner of emotion humans were able to express in their short lives, merely a blip in existence that yet held so much. Humans made do, and they were fascinating in their innovations, their beliefs; the stories they wove, the things they made.
(And the things they could do. Even to one of their own.)
The God of the Mountain rarely meddled with the affairs of those who lived within their boundary, less for those who came from the outside to enjoy all the bounties they could offer.
They were an observer after all.
They hardly allowed themselves the luxury of manifesting unless it was important.
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A boy had been abandoned on the mountain. They had felt it before the whispers had even begun, had watched the men hastily retreat, prayers heavy on their lips and knives at their sides. It was one of those things the God did not understand, but had come to accept. In times of these, people were never content. They always needed more, desired more, and in their greed others suffered. It was not uncommon for people to come into their arms to die. To stumble into the mountain to end suffering, or end the tyranny of others.
But most of those that had come here before reeked of regret. Fear. Hopelessness. Resignation.
The boy felt none of this.
Strange.
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Gods were only that which was perceived by Humans. They could take many forms in the eyes of humans, yet none at all. The human mind shifted to fit the appearance of Gods into something able to be processed, able to perceive. And it was that the God of the Mountain took form of something consistently beautiful.
Whether or not that was due to the God’s own ego was a mystery.
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The boy was unafraid for the hours following his abandonment. He hadn’t moved, remaining in the same place the men had thrown him, leaning up against the trunk of an evergreen whose leaves had already yellowed. Snow fresh on the ground, swept away by the boy moving to drag himself upright and ah his legs were bad, weren’t they?
The God approaches silently, even though they were always there, but the boy turns and stares at what is now him and smiles.
“Are you a ghost?” The boy asks, calmly, neither face nor heart betraying any fear or wonder or resolution. The boy turn to smiles at him, betraying nothing and feeling nothing and the God feels the emotion called Surprise.
“I am.” The God said, says, will say, and the boy nods, satisfied.
“Did you come to watch me die?” The boy asks, and for a moment the God is taken aback.
”You better watch yourself, simple human boy,” The God settles on replying. “It’s against Spirit World law to say my name without putting a beautiful in front.”
The boy had laughed, breath huffing out in a white cloud. “I was told never to tell lies.” He’d smirked, lips cracking yet eyes bright and unfathomly deep.
The God had laughed then, because this boy had fire still. It was a pity he was born as he was, in this time, where humans were cruel.
“Do you haunt this place?” The boy asked as the God wipes the tears from his eyes. “If it’s not rude to ask.”
The God stares at the boy, but says nothing. They fall into a peaceful silence, and watch as the snow again begins to fall.
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“Your legs don’t work?”
The God hadn’t intended to ask the boy about it. He knew about the boy’s legs after all. Considering the nature of humans and animals, it was only natural to abandon those who could not contribute, right?
The boy had laughed. “It wasn’t always like that. But I was always too adventurous for my own good.” Light sparked in his eyes as he shivered in the cold, and the God recalls children on the mountain during summers long passed. “I fell, and that was it.”
The God feels the emotion called Empathy.
Cruel, the God thinks again as the sun passes overhead, masked by thick, grey clouds.
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The snow falls harder now, the boughs of the evergreen not enough to keep flakes of cold drifting down and covering the boy’s prone legs, stretched out in front of him where they could not move.
The God feels the emotion called Curiosity.
“Can you feel it?” The God asks.
“Not really.” The boy replies, patting just above his belly. “I stop feeling anything until up to here.”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“You ask a lot of questions for a spirit.” The boy observes, and the God splutters. Much to the boy’s amusement, he huffs with delight as his breath comes out in white clouds. “It did at first,” The boy adds however, “But there isn’t anything I can do about it. So there’s no point being sad about it.”
The God sees his point, but there’s still something remarkably sad about not allowing yourself to mourn.
Unless of course- “Did they instruct you not to feel sad about it?”
The boy pauses.
“Hm. You really do ask a lot of questions for a spirit.”
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The boy huddles as close as he can to the evergreen as the sun dips behind the horizon, night settling the cold on the ground. As the boy lifts his arms to draw them close to his body, the God sees the scars. They are not scars you would obtain from anything accidental, and again is the God struck with the cruelty of man.
The boy seems to notice his stare, and tugs his thin clothes closer to his body.
“It’s rude to stare.” The boy chides, “Though, you probably know a lot of things if you died from jealousy.”
The God has the decency to look affronted. “What do you mean?”
“Well.” The boy starts, coughing once as the chilled hair hits his lungs. “You’re beautiful. So I assumed you were the spirit of a jilted lover out for revenge. Am I wrong?” And there is a teasing grin stretched out on his face.
The God feels the emotion known as disgust.
The God’s face must twist in displeasure more than he realises, because the boy is then laughing hard, choking on his own breath and clutching his sides as the wind whistles above them.
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The sun is all but gone, and time seems to be creeping along very slowly. What was usually a blink in time was lingering, and the God wonders if it’s because the human’s perception of ‘Time’ was influencing him as well.
The Boy is shivering badly, but the God could already see where time would lead him.
“You’re not a spirit at all are you?” The boy croaks suddenly, shaking with the effort to breathe. “Ah, but I guess that’s not too important is it? I should probably thank you for keeping me company at least.” The boy sighed, staring out into the rapidly dimming gloom.
The God couldn’t move. Because something was moving him.
“You won’t cry?” The God had asked finally, because they always did, in the end.
“I wasn’t allowed to do that either. There’s no point starting now, right?” Words tired and weary, but felt for their sincerity. “Will you think I’m selfish if I asked you to stay for a little longer?”
The God feels the emotion known as Pity.
At least in this the boy met his expectations. It was terrible to die alone.
And though it was far too above his station to do so, even though such a thing wasn’t done, was never to be done, he’d knelt down in the snow, turned the boy over and gathered him in his lap.
The boy hadn’t the power to open his eyes, yet his hands curled into the God’s tunic and held tight for as long as his strength allowed.
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The boy passes hours later. The God carries him away and feels the emotion called Regret.
Unusual as it is, the wind on the mountain is particularly strong that night.
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Months passed and the humans forgot about the Boy they left in the mountains. However, oddly enough, the wind seemed stronger these days, stealing away hats and scarves; even carrying away tools in strong gusts of wind.
Perhaps a curse.
Perhaps not.
Eventually, a new shrine appeared, near the great evergreen, just a little ways up the mountain, in a clearing surrounded by thicket. The humans were unsure who put it there, but when it came to gods, it was better to err on the side of caution.
Offerings were left.
Offerings vanished.
The new God of the Mountain Winds seemed happy enough.
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Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
I like the way you've written Mountain God Toudou - detached but curious and moved by Manami a bit in spite of himself.