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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 are worthless but, I think, not unworthy, and I will give you worth."
-Terry Pratchett - Unseen Academicals
FILL: TEAM Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun, T
921 words.
“Where is it,” Haruichi hisses, their limited visibility only failing them in this tense moment. Ryousuke holds his breath, looking around for any sign of movement when a scream rips out of Haruichi’s lips and Ryousuke turns to—
Blink. He’s gone.
The Kaiju smiles.
**
Kominato Ryousuke loses his brother in a way that he never imagined possible, the compatibility between the two of them is strong, stronger than the rest of the copilots, and they never encountered a Kaiju that they couldn’t handle.
Until then, until Ryousuke had no time to process his grief due to survival instincts pushing adrenaline through his veins, due to the Kaiju not being satisfied with just his brother alone, until Ryousuke collapses in a Jaeger that is half empty, not half full.
Ryousuke is silent, eyes closed, lying in the hospital bed while nurses check his vitals. Someone comes in to ask him questions, check his mental health, and he doesn’t respond no matter what. Eventually they leave.
By the time they come around for the fifth time, Ryousuke’s had enough of lying in a hospital bed, his muscles dying of atrophy.
“Respectfully, we thank you for your service. Unfortunately, in your current state, you are unfit to pilot a Jaegar.”
“No,” he rasps with more confidence than he feels, finally understanding what this is about. He opens his eyes and takes in the Commanding Officer. Good ol’ Testu. “I am resigning.”
**
It takes ten years of shear destruction from the Kaiju for them to come crawling back to his doorstep, which may have more to do with him stowing himself away in the forests of northern Japan than them reaching a tipping point.
“Kominato Ryousuke,” a man with glasses and a well-tailored suit says with a smile in lieu of a greeting.
“I thought Tetsu said that I was unworthy,” Ryousuke replies instead, lips a thin line as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“I’m not Tetsu-san,” the other says, almost off guard as if he didn’t expect Ryousuke to know who he was. “Miyuki Kazuya, new Commanding Officer. Tetsu-san is in retirement.”
“Retirement,” Ryousuke says dryly, “what do you think I’m doing right now?”
“How about this—” Miyuki says instead and they’re still standing in his doorway, letting the cold in, “—you come with me, see if there’s someone that you are drift compatible with, and if there isn’t, I will pay you for your time and you can come back.”
“And if I say no?” Ryousuke asks and Miyuki shrugs, his head tilting.
“They don’t know that you live here,” Miyuki smiles, “but that can change. It’d be hard to relocate after spending five years in one place, hm?”
Oh, Ryousuke thinks with a twist of a smile, playing hardball, huh.
“Hard, but not impossible,” Ryousuke replies smoothly and Miyuki sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“May I come in?” Miyuki asks and Ryousuke pauses, then, nods his consent.
**
The flight back to Tokyo is very short—Ryousuke is only halfway through his cup of green tea when the sign that they’re landing comes up.
**
The exercise reawaken something lost inside of him and Ryousuke is surprised by the familiarity of everything—the way that he knows to drop his weight in order to push a bulkier attacker off him, speed and deflection working favors instead of his height.
Yet, each fight brings another sense of dullness. He knows what he’s looking for, what Miyuki’s looking for—the point when he slips into an odd synergy that signals compatibility, where fighting becomes something natural instead of a forced dance with two left feet.
He wipes the floor with yet another hopeful match and turns to give the death stare to Miyuki.
**
Kominato Ryousuke meets Kuramochi Youichi at 13:53 on December 7th, five days after his arrival.
The other is a mess of limbs that makes Ryousuke roll his eyes in a not very affectionate way, but they’re forced to spar anyways and Ryousuke sighs as he shifts back into familiar motions.
Kuramochi does a good job reading him, oddly observant in all the right ways, and their movements go from attacking to almost dance like in their grace—the two of them spin around as their fists fly, Kuramochi shifting just so to let the punch that Ryousuke throws brush his cheek, his knee coming up to slam into Ryousuke’s side, the air leaving Ryousuke’s lungs in a rush but he spins them around, catching Kuramochi off balance as he throws another hook into Kuramochi’s ribs.
Kuramochi throws another punch and Ryousuke grabs it, fingers wrapping around rough knuckles. Another hand comes up and Ryousuke is there—hands wrapping around the wrist and soon they’re at a dead lock.
“Hey,” Ryousuke says with a devious smirk, “do you want to dance?”
“What,” Kuramochi grits as his forearms twitch with obvious effort, desperate to get out of this.
“Follow my lead,” Ryousuke continues instead and, as if he’s making fun of Kuramochi, begins to clumsily initiate the beginnings of a waltz.
**
“Oh god,” Kuramochi groans when they’re in the Jaeger together, staring at a Kaiju, “that is one of the ugliest things I’ve seen yet, Ryou-san.”
“It certainly is uglier than you,” Ryousuke agrees easily and Kuramochi splutters, mouth open in shock. He flexes his hand into a fist and the Jaeger responds, shifting its weight to prepare for a punch.
“Ryou-san!” Kuramochi whines and Ryousuke laughs, low and quiet, as he swings.