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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 Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
possible gore, body horror
"one day i'll die
and somebody will take my insides
i'll walk around
just a corpse i'll make no sound
someone catch me, i will lie (no one, no one)"
-- "needs no progress, i will lie" by salvia palth
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, T
word count: 415
Our love is a dead thing, Keiji whispers and his voice is the wind that blows through an abandoned house, the kind that pushes against rotting wood, making it creak like an old life that is slowly but surely crumbling to dust.
Their love is a dead thing, but that doesn't mean that it's gone. It's a corpse stripped bare by time and the passing seasons, leaving hollow bones behind. The weathered ivory curve of a rib cage and the deep green of a vine that twists around it; the dark flecks of dirt and the bright flowers that grow from it.
Our love is a dead thing, Koutarou agrees, and he's the heavy silence that weighs down after the end; the gravity that everything succumbs to, given enough time. Eventually, even skeletons crumble. The flowers that grow inside them will wilt. But just because something is dead, that doesn't have to mean that it isn't beautiful.
Their love is the stagnant air in an empty space, silent, heavy, unmoving except for the wind, when it deigns to come by. Their love is the moment that all breaths cease, the stillness of lips that will never move again, not against themselves, not against another's. Their love is the silence that rings out loudly after the final beat of a pulse.
Still, Keiji muses, with a sigh so full of longing that it could crush a beating heart to nothing more than shredded muscle and blood. I would take this love, over any other.
Koutarou's chuckles reverberate through the air, like a phantom heartbeat, like the echo of a memory, loud at first and then softer, softer, until it fades into nothing at all. Everything fades, everything will, and Keiji has learned to stop fearing that, has learned to not to dig his heels in and resist a beginning and middle just because there will be an end. Koutarou has stopped seeing an ending as some kind of failure, and has begun to see it as part of a natural progression.
Besides, they reason, to themselves and to each other, things don't always need to have one ending. Sometimes, an ending isn't an ending but a continuation into something else, something different. A body; a skeleton; a garden; a pile of dust. One thing turns into another, in the never ending passage of time. It isn't always entirely gone.
Their love is a dead thing, but sometimes, even that can make them feel like they're alive.
FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
1,025 words
a/n: the tags make it sound more dire than it actually is. a little messy but i'll edit it later <3
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Nothing is evidently amiss when Bokuto wakes up. Sure, Akaashi looks at him with a mixture of awe and relief, almost dropping the spatula he'd been cooking breakfast with before hugging Bokuto around the waist, but, hey, Bokuto figures Akaashi is just happy to see him.
If Bokuto isn't hungry for any of the grilled fish and rice Akaashi had prepared, well, he chalks it up to the fact that he must have had a big dinner the evening before. Uh. Not that he can really remember what happened the evening before right now, but that must be it, yeah.
Nothing continues to be amiss for the next few days. Bokuto works on repairing the village's church alongside the the rest of his crew of builders. Akaashi works on his paintings. When their neighbours look at Bokuto like they've just seen a ghost, Bokuto shrugs it off - he knows he can be a little too boisterous for them sometimes. When the other builders treat him with kid gloves, caution him away from climbing certain sections of the scaffolding and suggest that he work on the ground for a while, he laughs at them and asks them when they all turned into concerned grandparents.
He eats, but his appetite doesn't quite come back. The amounts he eats seem to small to be significant, to him, but he can't bring himself to put any more food in his mouth. Akaashi, rather than gently nudging him to eat more or inquiring as to whether he might be getting sick, doesn't seem too concerned. It's this lack of concern that first gives Bokuto the inkling that something might be wrong.
And then, a couple of days later, he accidentally brings a pile of supplies down on himself like a minor landslide when he's trying to retrieve a tool, and the sense of wrongness can no longer be denied.
Bokuto isn't hurt, but he feels off for the rest of the day, asks to leave early for the first time in years.
Akaashi is out when he gets home. He starts to change clothes, but is distracted by a strange series of black lines curving from just under one pec and his stomach towards his side.
He sits down heavily on the bed, pulls off his shirt, peers at himself in the mirror over the dresser. The lines cumulate in a dark, angular shape at his waist, just above his hip. He traces one of the lines with his fingertips until he gets to the shape and then, in a single moment of incredulous horror that seems to stretch over seconds, his fingers dip inside the blackness. It's like taking a step and realizing there's suddenly no solid ground underfoot, because the blackness is a hole and his insides are empty.
Akaashi comes home to find him Bokuto tears, crying about being broken. The look of guilt Bokuto sees on Akaashi's face then is so deep and haunted that he knows he'll never forget it.
"I can fix you," Akaashi says, and then Bokuto is waking up again missing several hours of memories but with the hole covered over with new skin, as if there was never a hole there in the first place.
But Bokuto is still confused and Akaashi still looks sad when Bokuto looks for him, later.
Akaashi sits with his face in his hands for a long while. Then he straightens up and asks Bokuto: "Do you want to see where you were buried?"
Akaashi takes him to an unmarked grave in the cemetery. It's in an airy spot adjacent to what's historically been his family's plot, and if the sun were still out, sunlight would be spilling through the gaps in the canopy of trees.
"There was an accident," Akaashi says. "You fell from the scaffolding."
He goes on to explain that most of the rest of the village thought he was on the verge of death but had made a miraculous recovery. The truth is quite a bit different.
Well. That explains all the concern and the strange looks.
"I can," Akaashi stops, swallows, "leave if you'd like to spend some time alone. With yourself."
Bokuto shakes his head no. They stand there, side by side in silence as the wind cuts through the trees, as Bokuto contemplates the reality of being dead.
After a while, Akaashi tells him how his new body, the new vessel housing his soul, is one of clay turned flesh, that he doesn't need food nor sleep nor breath to live, but that his life is irrevocably tied to Akaashi's, now. Once Akaashi dies, Bokuto will, too. Permanently, this time.
Bokuto takes Akaashi's hand. The enormity of what Akaashi has done is dizzying.
"I thought you said you gave up magic."
"I did," says Akaashi. "I promised myself that I would. Give up magic. But I couldn't-- This was too important."
Bokuto squeezes Akaashi's hand. He notices, suddenly, that Akaashi is crying - tears are welling up in his eyes, catching in his eyelashes and wetting his cheeks, even though he isn't making a sound. Bokuto is caught between the confused shock of Akaashi's tears, and feeling like he wants to mourn himself, too. He might be still standing, still living, but the self that he used to be has gone.
"I'm sorry," Akaashi says, his voice a whisper. "I don't know if this is what you would have wanted. I was selfish. I couldn't let you leave."
Bokuto turns so they're facing each other, holds both of Akaashi's hands in his - Akaashi's hands that are filled to the tips of his fingers with power, that have stars running through their veins. He's still reeling from the shock of it, but he'd rather be here, existing, with Akaashi, than a light snuffed out, and he thanks Akaashi with his words, with all the energy that he has and with all of his new life, and Akaashi's tears might be coming faster than Bokuto can kiss them away, but they're tears of happiness, now, of relief, and that's reassurance enough for Bokuto that they're going to be okay.
Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
(i can only imagine what akaashi had to do, what he might have had to give up, to bring bokuto back. everything is horrible and i'm not going to be able to stop crying am i)
Re: Prompt: Team Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru