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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-07-07 08:59 pm
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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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.

  • 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!
  • Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your quote-inspired fanwork.
  • Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

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)
There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to, including Grandstand or Sports Teams
  • Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice.
  • Below that, place applicable major content tags (when applicable; otherwise write "no tags" or "none")
  • Visual example
  • Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable)
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>
  • Visual example
  • Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules
  • Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
  • To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" />
  • Visual example

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.

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)

For fills:

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.

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!
elucidatedlucy: the worst kind of gay ([yka voice] manami shock)

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[personal profile] elucidatedlucy 2016-07-21 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
Tags: No major tags, trans HC pronoun usage
Word count: 1500

Yuuto would pretend that the first thing they noticed, months down the line, was that they could not brush the hair out of her eyes.

That it was only natural, rather than the in-grown murmur of upward stares and thoughts. Because they'd done it to Hayato constantly, mockingly, fondly. Because they always had to do it themself. Because they had to have their hands on something.

"Do you think ..." Ashikiba tapped her cheek. "This might not have been our stop?"

Yuuto kept their hands in their pockets. Fumbling with the same old flip-phone, as ever. The closest they had to reaching.

"Dunno," they said. Words rolled over themselves, and they shifted - straight back and smug. "Could you text the captain?"

She dropped her phone before righting it in her hands. Long fingers tapping a cracked screen. They stood on their toes, the best view they could find of nothingness.

"I don't think so," she said.

"So we're stuck."

Three months down the line, and Ashikiba still broke her phone in the transit.


The first time -

Hayato had been amazing.

Set up through the antique set, the two of them had played games, so young. A detective and suspect. A criminal and a maid. Bubble pipes and black skirts, no matter where Yuuto stood in the house, he could find them. Detective novels told him as much, he had said - a good protagonist uses any tools at hand to find answers.

"So what kind of trapdoor do you use," Yuuto said. Dry and smug, they eyed the so-called ace.

Hayato had mentioned her, once or twice, in phone calls.

The first time, Ashikiba's long fingers tapped against the screen. Getting shorter, somehow. Her hand followed through, leaving only the speck of a tie and clatter of a phone behind.

The first time, Yuuto dropped their broken phone at its tinny ring.

Through the fractures and what little life remained, they could see an eye - a long finger, pressing to the other side. Their hands shook. And they picked it up.

"Ah," she said. "I don't think I can get out of this one."

"Oh?" they managed.

"Would you mind calling Tou-chan?"


"When are you going to get that phone replaced?"

Yuuto scoffed. "When are you going to apologize?"

That would get them off their trail, usually.

In the middle of the office, they would sit at their tiny chair, and stare at light refracting across their phone. Ashikiba was never late, but she did get lost in the halls of their own office, sent between half a dozen lines before she found her way out.

Most of the broken phones around here were her fault, apparently. Yuuto made their own splash by shattering their own. That alone was enough reason to keep it.

Especially if it meant no one could hop out of it.

"Good morning."

When she finally appeared, her suit was always in disarray - but the static-swept form was normal for the rest of the office. Yuuto shied away from her fingers. Their hair was already rising.

"Morning," they said. They turned back to their phone, and she sat, before they remembered, "Sir."

She hummed. Nothing phased Ashikiba - they'd have forgone formality if not for every other senior coworker talking behind their back. If it had been simple complaints. Not more of the same.

"Just as casual as Shinkai was." Always thrumming in their blood. "What an influence, huh?"

Another crack in their phone and they pushed it away.

"Have you made coffee?"

"No," they muttered. "Someone else can do that if they want it. I'm busy." Yuuto chuckled. "I can't waste time when you all need me up front so soon."

A rush of energy at their side, and their skin felt like elastic burning through muscle. Her voice was just as gentle.

"Let's go do that now."

It was only a few minutes. Anyone else. They grit their teeth - turning, languid, when it was so obvious.

But Ashikiba was staring, now. Her eyes bore through, despite the gentle arch of her brow. They couldn't hold straight and flickered away.

"There's no point." They folded their arms. As long as they didn't look at her, it wouldn't be a problem. "If anyone wanted any, they probably already bought some."

"Hmmm." One look - Yuuto allowed themself that much, as she tapped a cheek. "Maybe ... but just in case. Do you know how to do it?"

They blanched.


There were many things Yuuto didn't know how to do, apparently.

Coffee was the least of them. Paperwork, GPS, planning maps and every old phone booth that hadn't been taken down - apparently, this kind of travel wasn't made for smart phones.

But they could tell that much, staring at every new phone Ashikiba climbed out.

The only thing they could -

"It's dangerous," Izumida said. "Ashikiba is one of the only agents I trust to go through the lines regularly. If you want to go through, you'll have to rely on her."

"It's not like driving," Yuuto said. "I taught myself how to ride a bike, and it's the same here. What's the point to letting me in if you won't let me prove myself?"

But the decision stood, immovable.

And so Yuuto held onto the hem of Ashikiba's jacket, surly and confused.

"How'd you learn to travel?"

She always asked questions.

"A friend of mine always talked about traveling anywhere ... once, I just pushed my hands up against a receiver. And it happened." But Ashikiba always input the numbers wrong, and Yuuto would stand on tip-toes to correct her. "I broke his favorite phone ... but it was nice to see him again."

A hand wrapped around theirs, and they considered pulling away - reining themself in as they watched her hit the call button. Falling through was something they'd only seen before. In action, it was more like being pulled. Ashikiba didn't let go, even as their fingers fought to break away through the electricity streaming through. Involuntarily, they held their breath. Nothing had a scent. All they could tell was blinding lights and sound to guide them.

Yuuto couldn't hold their breath forever.

They heard her call out, before they realized.

Slamming into glass, there was no one in hand, and they were alone. Rainbows dripping down their skin in neon bars, every new line another nail.

"I thought ..."

She wasn't there. She was right there. Broken reflections of a person, from the pane, to the endlessly unreachable surfaces around. Shallow breath made them light - their fingers screamed along the window, as they fought to hold on.

"I'm sorry, Yuuto. I thought you knew." It was so gentle. They were so stupid. They couldn't stay - they'd be lost here - "I'll get you out."

Being saved was worse.

Hayato had never needed it.

Detectives saved themselves, while the damsels waited.

"No!" they yelled.

They could see her jump.

"I," they gasped. It hurt their ears. "Please. Ashikiba. I ..." They could remember, before. No one could get through a broken phone. "Could you teach me how you get out." Yuuto couldn't feel their arms, wrapping tight around themself. They repeated, "Please."

"Tou-chan won't like it," she mused.

Their hopes fell, just as quickly as her other hand rose.

"I brought another phone," she said. "Would you like to try it?"

Dragging themself out an old flip phone - feeling buttons pressing against their tongue, rubber and plastic burning their nostrils - it was harder than falling. But Ashikiba's fingers wrapped tight around theirs, and didn't let go.

They could feel light in their blood.

They felt like they had to have lost some.

Like eternal red eye in a snapshot.

In the last remaining flicker of that phone, they could see their image, devilish glow in their wide stare. Yuuto slammed it closed.

Absolutely nothing like Hayato.

"I've never done it before," they mumbled. "Traveling through, I mean. ...Sorry."

She sat down with them.

"Most people can't," she mused. "But they're all important too. I couldn't do this without them." There was a gentle smile. "I always make it back because there's a reason to come out the other side."

Hand still holding onto theirs.

Yuuto could hardly keep their eyes open.

The gratitude didn't make it off their lips, before they passed out.


It wasn't supposed to be real.

But it was.

"We could go by the store," Yuuto said, swinging their jacket out with their palms. "No one would ever believe them if a couple of customers just disappeared on the spot."

"You think so?" She always considered their terrible plans. But just as quickly - "Mmm, maybe not. Activating new lines takes a while ... it took me four hours, last time. They weren't very happy with how many phones I brought back."

Cheaper to activate a dozen more at once, and Ashikiba hardly thought about it. Yuuto had heard that story - a dozen more. There were so many things she did wrong, but she always ended back up on the front lines.

Ashikiba was more than the best they had to offer.

"I think I might know where a phone booth is." Yuuto grinned. "I've never used one before. It'll be an adventure too, right?"

No matter where, she could get out.

"Yes," she said. That was a smile. That was a smile, and they'd made it, and it made them grin.

No matter who it was, she could pull anyone through to the other side.

Yuuto couldn't believe in much.

But they believed in that.