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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 Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka
no tags, go wild, sdr2 crossover
“Please, don't forget... From the bottom of my heart...I am truly in love with the hope that sleeps inside you." - Komaeda Nagito, SDR2
(yeah um. daisuga as hikoma is what i'm going for here, oops, but feel free to do what you like!)
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T
sdr2 au; major character death, minor gore
ruefully slides this under your door, I was too weak I couldn't hurt them (much)
--
“Why did you come back here.”
Daichi’s voice is tight; he’s trying to hold it all back, he’s trying to be the good leader. But the tremor that runs across the broad line of his shoulders betrays him, and Suga watches intently as Daichi slowly closes his eyes, permits himself this one small thing in this terrible place.
This time, he lets Suga kneel in front of him, lets him rest his head in Daichi’s lap. It feels like weakness, but Suga’s hair is so soft under his fingers, and the small noise Suga makes sounds like forgiveness.
“Aren’t we supposed to do this together,” Suga says into the warmth of Daichi’s lap, and he feels Daichi’s hands tighten around his shoulders at the lie as the door bursts open with a clamour.
--
“Thank you for helping someone as hopelessly incompetent as me.”
There’s something soft in Suga’s voice. But he’s smiling with all his teeth, and it’s almost delirious, brittle in its sweetness; bright like the sharp lines of light that cut across the pale cloud of his hair. He’s the only thing that shines in this worn, dark place, and it’s blinding.
Daichi wishes it were otherwise; he wishes that he could look away. But instead, his hands move despite himself, trying to ease the ropes that bite into Suga’s thin ankles and wrists -- his skin is so pale, Daichi can see the line of his veins running delicate and blue underneath, and the red angry rope marks that crisscross them. The others were not particularly kind in their fear. The way Suga can change the pacing of their days here on this treacherous island is no longer something welcome, but disquieting; the argument had been heated and quick, had ended up with Suga tied up and thrown here, in the dark where they don’t have to think of him, where only Daichi and Kageyama come voluntarily at all.
“I know you’re trying to help,” Daichi says, voice a bit too loud, but his hands don’t tremble as he raises a spoon filled with white rice to Suga’s lips. “But you’re scaring them.”
“I know it can be fixed,” Suga replies, and when he parts his lips to take the food, it feels something like resignation.
Daichi brushes aside a wayward grain stuck to the side of his mouth; Suga’s skin feels like paper that could catch fire at any moment in the heat of the sun.
--
Kageyama hates the pink walls of this place so much; it only makes Tsukishima sneer at him that much more for it.
--
“Maybe even someone as useless as me can save us,” Suga says quietly as he spins the loaded revolver in between his thin fingers. “I need to try. I always need to keep trying.”
Suga presses the gun gently to his temple and the whiff of air is like cold water in his veins; the elation of another small victory.
So this is what hope feels like, Suga thinks for one small perfect moment. But when he finally reaches that small window out into the truth of the world, Suga can’t help the laughter that bubbles out from deep within his chest; his ribs hurt, his lungs hurt, they hurt so much he thinks maybe he needs to rip them out.
--
In the end, it’s Kageyama who figures out the tower’s secret; but there is no one to sneer at him now.
--
“Aren’t we supposed to be doing this together?” Daichi asks him; but Suga just grins, hands held daintily cocked out in supposed question. He’s been light on his feet lately, he’s never without a wink.
“I don’t know, Daichi…!” Suga’s voice clips the end of Daichi’s name, and Daichi feels lost about it. “Haven’t you figured it out yet?”
--
Suga is laughing, he can’t stop laughing, and maybe there are tears in his eyes. The ground is cold under his back and there’s rope biting into his skin again, but Daichi’s warm hands aren’t here now, can’t be here. Suga should have known it would hurt this much as the his skin shreds and unfurls around the spear driving deep into his belly; he tries to remember the soft sound of Daichi’s laughter over the water, instead.