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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 KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA
Re: PROMPT: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA
FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G
It's just a weird coincidence, probably, that Kenma had made a wish on his birthday candles that if being in a Sentai was too much to ask, that he could have least one best friend kind of like that. And then the next day Kuroo Tetsurou was strolling into Kenma's backyard and banging on the screen door like he owned the place. That sense of unreality had never quite worn the whole way off.
"You're like…a real person, right?" Kenma had finally got up the nerve to ask a few days after that. Kuroo had laughed so hard that Kenma hadn't brought it up again, plus Kuroo had put him in a headlock and wanted to know whether hallucinations could do that. And that was silly, right? Kenma had met Kuroo's mom and been in his room and caught beetles with him. Figments of Kenma's imagination couldn't carry huge kabuto beetles into the terrarium into his room when Kenma was way too scared to touch them.
And anyway, Kuroo had gone to school the year before Kenma and left him alone for hours and hours every day, and nobody invented an imaginary friend who left you all alone, right?
But sometimes he wondered. Just a little. Because Kuroo being a figment of his imagination was only marginally less believable than there being one person who was never put off by Kenma's quiet, cold attitude. When he started school himself, it only seemed to get worse, a whole classroom of other kids that he couldn't relate to at all. He withdrew further, some days barely talking at all the whole day, but Kuroo still didn't seem to care.
"Why are we friends again?" Kenma asked. They were outside, where it was too hot, the volleyball that Kenma didn't particularly like near Kuroo's feet, eating watermelon which was getting Kenma's hands too sticky to play his DS. He cringed as he heard it coming out of his mouth, because by now he'd learned from experience when he was saying something that would come out weird in a best case scenario, mean in a worst case scenario.
He wasn't trying to be mean, or sarcastic. He just didn't understand why strong, happy, friendly Kuroo was hanging around with him when Kenma saw him leaving his classroom with a cluster of laughing classmates every day.
Kuroo wasn't offended, of course. He spit out two, then three watermelon seeds, looking smug about the distance. "I dunno, you're fun."
"I'm definitely not," Kenma muttered, clutching his half-eaten watermelon slice more firmly. Juice ran over the back of his hand, making him wrinkle his nose.
"Are too." Kuroo said, the routine of the argument easy. "You think about interesting stuff. You're smart. I like trying to figure out what you're thinking."
"So if I talked more, I wouldn't be fun you'd go away?" Kenma asked, a bit fretfully.
"No, stupid, we're friends," Kuroo said, hopping to his feet and wiping his hands on his shorts. "C'mon, let's try tossing again."
"But—" Kenma started. Kuroo ignored him and wrapped a sticky hand around Kenma's wrist to yank him up.
Now, in high school, Kenma's old sense of unreality grows with every day closer to graduation that they get. Kuroo's already made him promise he won't quit volleyball next year, and then made him captain because Kuroo is a jerk and he didn't need to go and do that. It took Kenma most of high school to have other people he'd cautiously call friends and he isn't about to start all over now.
It's like a trial separation, practice without the seniors. Kenma hates it. Every day as they start to figure out what to do to fill in the holes, he hates it a little less, and then he hates that too.
"You're taking this way better than I thought," Kuroo comments as they walk home.
"No, I'm not," Kenma answers, gritting his teeth.
"You are."
"I'm not!" Kenma snaps, more sharply than usually Kuroo can provoke out of him in so few repetitions.
"It's just that," Kuroo scratches his cheek thoughtfully, "I thought you'd take it really badly. Like throw an actual temper tantrum maybe. Unless you already did and now it's a secret team legend you guys used to bond."
"Nobody bonded without you!" Kenma spits. "Although we should! Because you're leaving! But you're taking a really long time to do it so it sucks and you're the worst imaginary best friend I ever wished for, all right? Geez."
Kuroo stops on the sidewalk and looks him over, and Kenma stares at the ground because he hadn't meant to unearth that weird, ancient idea. But then Kuroo puts his strong, warm hands on Kenma's shoulders and pulls him in to hug him.
"Sorry." Kenma takes a deep breath; Kuroo smells like sweat, body spray, and incongruously watermelon. "This feels a lot like kindergarten."
It explains nothing, but Kuroo pats his back like he understands. Then he adds, "You know I'll still be living next door to you, right? So this year if you could wish me a cool imaginary apartment, that'd be great. Thanks, buddy."
Kenma snorts. Like he's going to waste anymore birthday wishes on this guy.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
word count: 457
It's two o'clock in the morning and Kenma can't get to sleep. He's overtired, and he's been lying there for the past hour, trying to close his eyes and let sleep come.
It hasn't worked yet.
He rubs his hands over his face and sighs heavily. He has to wake up in a handful of hours to make sure he's at school on time for morning practice. He's going to regret this, but nothing he tries is helping him get to sleep.
In times like these, he misses Tetsurou the most.
He misses the times when he could sit up in bed and look out of his window and check if the light was on in Tetsurou's room. He would be able to text him, if he couldn't sleep. Tetsurou would text back, or call him, or sometimes climb across the fence and in through his window to settle in bed beside Kenma until he relaxed enough to fall asleep.
But now, Tetsurou is gone. He's at university, somewhere in the middle of the city, living on campus. Kenma doesn't know if he's awake at this time of the night and if he is, it's probably because he's busy doing homework, or studying. He doesn't want to risk sending a message to Tetsurou in case it disturbs him or worse, wakes him.
It's only been two months, but it feels like Tetsurou has been gone forever.
It feels like he's nothing more than a fading dream. The more Kenma thinks about Tetsurou, the less real any of it seems to him. For all of his faults and all of his annoying habits, Tetsurou still feels a little too perfect to be real, too patient with Kenma, too indulgent, always going out of his way to accommodate him. Kenma doesn't know if anyone else would do that for him, can't think of why anyone would, including Tetsurou.
He picks up his phone, going to his messages with Tetsurou and staring at the screen, and he has so many questions to ask; why Tetsurou was always so good to him, how he could let Kenma get used to it and then leave, if Tetsurou misses him too, why thinking of Tetsurou makes Kenma's chest ache so much like he's getting sick.
He types them all out and deletes very single one of them before he can send them. Now isn't the time to ask. Maybe the next time they text each other during the day. Maybe the next time they have a video call over Skype. Maybe never.
With a sigh, Kenma puts his phone back down and tries to fall asleep again. He doesn't really know how Tetsurou is real, but he's grateful for it all the same.