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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

An oldie but a goodie—in this round, we draw inspiration from famous words said by other people.

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

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: "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
- The quote can come from almost anything—famous people, poetry, songs, books, movies, etc.— but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). 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.
Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.

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)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content in the prompt itself and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here.) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Prompt:</strong>	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) * (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours** is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) * (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours** is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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SCORING

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For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)

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First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship: Hiruma & Kurita & Agon
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: au: minor canon divergence, swearing
Word Count: 556

me: hm i love hiruma/kurita and hiruma/agon, how to choose!
my fill list: you don't have to
me: ????
me: OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***

"Are... are you really sure we can do this?"

"Of course we can do this fucking fatass! Christ, can't you quit bitching for two seconds?!"

"It's not about can." Hiruma says, staring down Kurita and Agon across from him. "We're going to do this."

It's not ideal, nothing about this is ideal - all the Deimon Devilbats have to their name is this musty old storage room, the shitty table they're sitting at, and the three of them. Hiruma has his blackmail notes sure, it gets them their helper players so they can make enough of a team to play in matches, but shit, they're not going to win unless they get more real players.

"We should at least try to talk to Musashi, I'm sure if we just talk to him he'll--"

"Fuck that old man!" Hiruma and Agon say in unison, and Kurita deflates. Hiruma doesn't like taking the wind out of Kurita's sails, but after the way he left, there's no bringing him back easy. It's another thing that is really, really not fucking ideal.

"I can be the kicker, we don't even need him." And that's not ideal either, Hiruma thinks, because while Agon has the kind of ruthlessness that makes an amazing offensive liner he'll run his stamina into the ground if he's playing kicker. Besides, his range and aim is nothing on what Musashi had - even if it's better than anything he or Kurita's got going for them in their legs.

"Don't say that!" Kurita puffs back up, as he always does when there's someone to defend, "We need good players, and Musashi's one of the best!"

"Bullshit he is!" Agon slams his hands on the table, squaring up for a fight he's bound to lose if Kurita really tries because his bark is so much worse than his bite.

"He's right fucking dreads. Three people don't make a football team."

Agon snarls back at him, teeth gritted as he looks between him and Kurita - finally realizing that he's not going to win this one.

"Oh fuck the both of you!" he grabs his jacket and heads for the door, and Hiruma just rolls his eyes. Another fucking tantrum.

"You're gonna let Unsui win that easily?"

He doesn't have to turn around to know that Agon has frozen in place, that the hot rage on his face is wiped away by icy realization, and Hiruma just grins to himself. He's so easy - his complex with his twin at Shinryuji and his fucking god-like abilities makes Agon the easiest one of all to make stay.

The force of the thrown jacket makes the chair wobble before Agon sits back down at it, fuming at Hiruma while Kurita beams.

"Listen you fucks," Hiruma starts, slamming the but of an M-16 onto the table. "if we're gonna be serious about this, we're gonna fucking train and recruit people until you're spitting up blood. You fucking hear me? Shinryuji ain't going down because of lucky shots. We gotta fucking kill 'em, so we need to get together everything we can get our damn hands on. Got it?"

For the first time, Kurita and Agon both smile together, wide grins matching his own. They know what they've got to do. He knows what he has to do.

And god fucking dammit, it's gonna get done.

Ship: shishido/choutarou OR eiji/oishi
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none, potential rule 63?

Prompt:

"she is my heart, my judgement, and the future i have chosen."
--percy, critical role

Edited 2017-07-15 23:03 (UTC)

Ship: Sousuke/Rin or Sousuke/Haru
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: some swearing on the linked video, summer bummers, etc

Prompt:

I got a feeling in my bones
Tattoo on my face, swimmin' in my safe
Can't get you out of my veins (yeah, yeah)
You can't escape my affection (yah, yeah)
Wrap you up in my daisy chains (What? What? What? What?)

Hip-hop in the summer (What? What? What?)
Don't be a bummer, babe (What? What? Yeah?)
Be my undercover lover, babe, hmm

- Lana Del Rey - Summer Bummer ft. A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti

Ship: Aniya Keiichi &/ Wakana Tomochika
Fandom: Rookies
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

Ship: Azumane Asahi/Sugawara Koushi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Suga's terrible sense of humor
Word Count: 488

This was a perfect prompt for Suga, I hope you like this!

***

Asahi sighs in relief as they make into the innermost room of the castle with far less fighting than he’d expected, no thanks to Suga and Noya. They both groan in unison when it’s apparent that there’s nothing to fight in this room either, and Asahi grimaces as Noya’s magic, bright yellow, crackles threateningly around him before fading away. Next to Asahi, Daichi laughs and nudges him with an elbow, and swings his bow back over himself.

They decide to split up to rummage through the room’s contents before they have to return to the meeting point. Noya calls excitedly to Daichi, practically bouncing over to the intricately made bed that’s against one wall, and so Asahi wanders over to where Suga has his head poked into a closet on the opposite side of the room. He leans on his staff, tucking it under his chin, and watches as Suga wiggles a bit and then disappears entirely inside it for a few moments before reappearing with a grin, hair mussed, hands clasped tightly around an ornate piece of pottery.

“I bet you could 'urn' a lot of gold from this...Get it? Urn?” The grin Suga is wearing is almost enough for Asahi to try to overlook his terrible sense of humor, almost.

Unfortunately Asahi has been subjected to it far too often to let it go yet again just for a pretty smile, so he frowns instead. “That’s terrible, Suga.”

“You’re terrible. Here hold this.” He waits for Asahi to shrink the staff and stick it back in his belt where it belongs before handing him the urn, which Asahi examines carefully while Suga dives back into the closet.

He’s right, of course, even if he used a very cheesy way to get his point across. The urn is especially nice, and Asahi knows a certain messy haired merchant that will pay them quite well for it. It’s heavy, too, and the lid is incredibly secure, and the design is one that Asahi is sure he’s never seen before. It seems like the whole quest might be made worth it from what they could get from this one piece of treasure.

Suga pops back out of the closet with some sort of light blue fabric thrown over one shoulder, something that flows in the air as he spins away from the closet toward a chest on the floor instead. Asahi thinks that might be worth something too, but he has a feeling that Suga’s going to claim that for himself. Luckily for Asahi, there’s nothing else that gives Suga the irresistible urge to make a pun, though he does keep up a steady stream of chatter over everything they find.

They eventually leave the room, bags and arms full, satisfied at their haul. Asahi can’t help smiling down at Suga, his eyes still bright and excited as they set off on the last leg of their adventure.

Ship: Ikejiri Hayato/Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol and drinking, Reunion, Post-canon, Kissing
Word Count: None

I meant to write for this one but uhhhh this happened instead :D

(please click for the fullsize!!)

***

Edited 2017-07-16 00:11 (UTC)

Ship: bokuto koutarou/akaashi keiji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 814

***

Bokuto had always known that this would happen. He wasn't an idiot. He hadn't really had any friends in elementary school. Of course at the time, he'd thought he had friends, but later he realized they were just classmates. No one invited him over or accepted his invitations. When he got older he was grateful he hadn't realized he should've been lonely.

In middle school, he had friends. Sort of. They weren't the sort that lasted though. Every few months they would drift. And that /was/ lonely.

That's why he had hoped the friends he'd made in high school would stick around longer. He'd hoped Akaashi wouldn't get sick of him too fast. He'd told himself when their friendship had hit a year in length, that that sealed it. If you were friends with someone for a year, you'd be friends for life.

He'd known though, he had to have realized deep down that it couldn't really last. He'd noticed a few weeks ago that Akaashi seemed a little distant. At first he couldn't think what he'd done to irritate his best friend so much, and he felt pretty dumb when he realized.

Bokuto hadn't really done anything but be himself for almost two years, and Akaashi had finally gotten tired of it. It was inevitable. Akaashi was basically a saint for sticking it out this long.

The thing was, Akaashi was so nice, he was trying to still be Bokuto's friend, probably until he graduated and dropping their friendship would seem more natural. He probably thought that would be easier for Bokuto.

---

Bokuto had tried really hard to keep all his emotions in check so he wouldn't drive Akaashi away any faster than he already was. It was so much harder in the face of losing him though. It was all he could do to stop himself from begging his kouhai not to abandon him.

Until he couldn't stop him at all.

And it all came pouring out.

Akaashi just stared at him until Bokuto had run out of words.

“How long have you been worrying about this?” Akaashi was too calm. They'd been walking home from Saturday practice, and the closer they got to the park where they went their separate ways, the more desperate Bokuto became to keep in everything he needed to say.

Now they were standing a few meters from the path through the park, mercifully alone, since the day was chilly enough to keep people inside.

Bokuto rubbed at his cheeks to dry them. Everything was kind of jumbled in his mind now. “Does it matter?” he asked, since he couldn't think of the answer to Akaashi's question.

“Yes,” was the immediate answer. “I didn't mean to -- none of that is what's happening, Bokuto-san. I'm sorry I've made you feel so bad.”

Bokuto sniffled. “Don't apologize,” he muttered.

“Come to my house,” Akaashi said. “I'll make you hot chocolate, and we can...I can explain.”

“You don't have to,” Bokuto protested, even though he really, really wanted to stay with Akaashi.

“Come on, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said and started walking. Bokuto hurried to keep up with him. After a few minutes, Akaashi started talking again. “I do want to keep being your friend. I've been sort of sad though, at the idea of you graduating.”

Bokuto frowned. “Why?”

“I won't get to see you everyday. I keep thinking I should be trying to make the most of these last few months, but…” Akaashi trailed off, watching his feet as he walked.

“But what?” Bokuto prompted.

“I can't help thinking of all the stuff we won't be able to do anymore, how much I'll miss it all.” Akaashi sounded so sad. Bokuto hated it.

“But I'll still be in Tokyo! We can still see each other all the time, and you'll be friends with a cool college guy.” Bokuto bumped Akaashi's shoulder with his own, and it earned him a small smile.

“I know, it's just…” Akaashi quieted as they neared his house, before pulling up short. “I didn’t want to say anything, because I worried it would ruin our friendship.” He seemed determined now.

“What would?”

“Bokuto-san, I like you. I understand if you don’t feel the same. I like you though, and I’m sad you’re graduating before me.”

Excitement bubbled in Bokuto’s chest and he couldn’t help but laugh. After a second he realized how that might seem to someone who had just confessed to him, and he looked quickly to his friend.

Akaashi was smiling shyly though. “You like me?” Bokuto asked, wanting to hear Akaashi say it again, but this time he just nodded. “Do you wanna be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Akaashi said, biting his lip. They stared at each other for a moment, grinning. “So, hot chocolate?” he asked again.

“Mmhm, then kissing.” Akaashi blushed. Bokuto couldn’t remember being so happy before.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
this makes me so, so happy!!!
The looks on their faces when they see each other again, the alcohol flush and the pleasant surprise!!
And then the kiss having such a "finally" feeling to it!! I really love how you've done Ikejiri's skin too, so many many freckles, rather than just a few on the bridge of his nose!
(and daichi looks so smart in his vest)

Ship: oikawa tooru/iwaizumi hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Injury mention, surgery mention
Word Count: 755

***

Even when they were little and had that unstoppable energy all kids do, they managed to find stillness lying on their backs looking to the stars.

“You see him?” Tooru asked, pointing into the sky. “See his eyes and mouth? He's the man in the moon, and one day I'm going to the moon, and I'm going to meet him.”

“What's he do on the moon all the time? There's no one else there,” Iwa asked.

“Sometimes people visit the moon,” Tooru said, like he was almost offended at the notion /no one/ went to the moon. “You should ask him. You can come with me, and we each get to ask him one question.”

“What’s your question then?”

Tooru studied the man's glowing face and vague features. He knew the man couldn't be boring since he lived in the moon and all, but his face was strange. He looked sad, Tooru realized.

“I'm going to ask him if he looks at us and wants to visit Earth.”

---

Tooru had been reading conspiracy theories about the moon landing having been faked. He knew he was being obsessive, but something about it drove him a little nuts.

His favorite daydream for the last couple months was joining NASA and being the first Japanese person to walk on the moon. He imagined looking down and seeing his own boot prints. Astronaut Tooru would think about how long the prints would last on the moon’s surface, if a thousand years in the future someone else would wonder who left the prints. Sometimes it was an alien doing the wondering. Sometimes it was a Japanese boy just like himself, who was part of the New Moon Colony, and the boot prints were in his backyard. Maybe that boy would daydream about one day walking on Earth, which no human had done for a hundred years.

When Tooru was in a bad mood, he daydreamed about joining NASA and being told the moon landing was all a hoax, that no one would walk on extra-terrestrial ground in his lifetime, the technology just didn't exist yet. He preferred to daydream about that instead of the truth, which was that he wasn't the kind of genius a space program would want to recruit. He wasn't a genius at all.

Tooru didn't share these daydreams with Iwa, but he did talk a lot about the possibility of the moon landing being a hoax.

“I think if I squint, I can see the flag they planted, right between his eyes,” Tooru pretended, even if he was a little too old for such silly stories now. He pointed at the moon. “You see it, Iwa-chan? Just there?”

He turned his head to make sure Iwa was still awake when he didn't respond to the question. Just as he turned he saw Iwa's eyes flick upward suddenly, like someone caught staring.

“I see it. It looks like the zit you have on your forehead,” Iwa said.

“Iwa-chan!” Tooru complained, covering the offending spot with his hand. “For that, I'm not taking you as my plus one to the moon. He doesn't want to meet mean people.”

---

Tooru wished the hard ground under his back hurt enough to distract him from the ache in his knee. It didn't. It only annoyed him to be sore all over.

Sometimes he was sure he could still feel the ghost of agony from that landing and the tear that followed. And sometimes he thought he could still feel the clean, deep incision like it was fresh.

“I like that you can still see the outline of the moon, even when it's not full,” Iwa said, pointing and tracing the dark curve of the moon where it was hidden in shadow.

Tooru looked at Iwa's hand and watched as his own reached out for it, his fingers stroking over Iwa's, down the back of his hand to his wrist before falling away.

“Sorry,” Tooru said into the silence. He felt Iwa's eyes on the side of his face, but he kept his own eyes firmly on the moon so he wouldn't be able to tell what Iwa was thinking. It would be better not to know, easier to forget his stupid actions that way.

Iwa shifted beside him and his hand closed over Tooru's. “We should go to the dark side of the moon,” Iwa said. “No one's seen it before, so it could be all ours. Wouldn't that be pretty cool?”

“Okay, yeah.” Tooru smiled. “That’d be really cool, Iwa-chan.”

i can't write the ship but i love the prompt

Ship: oikawa tooru/iwaizumi hajime
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst, Unhappy ending
Word Count: 541

idek why i did this. sorry :(

***

Drafty windows

Hajime had never been the jealous type. Years back he used to put on an act for Tooru, because Tooru liked a possessive, controlling Iwa-chan. He liked to feel secure and wanted, Hajime knew. But they hadn't played that game in a long while.

Hajime felt guilty for the jealousy he'd begun to feel when Tooru laughed loudly at someone else's joke or lightly touched another's arm. He felt angry and hurt and confused. Tooru wasn't really acting any differently than normal, and he certainly wasn't putting on a show to rile up his boyfriend.

It wasn't really jealousy, Hajime eventually realized, when Tooru's eyes followed someone else's progress across the room. It was a kind of envy. He couldn’t examine it too closely, but he hated that other people got Tooru’s attention and easy affection while he got nothing.

Peeling paint

Tooru went on washing the dishes like he hadn’t heard Hajime at all. At university that kind of thing would have infuriated him, but Tooru had given up teasing him like that awhile back, and Hajime didn’t have much energy for anger anymore. He could wait out the silence.

"Our families will obviously have noticed things aren't the same," Tooru eventually said, keeping his eyes on the dishes instead of Hajime.

"Our families?" Hajime repeated. Tooru finally looked at him, but his expression was more confused than anything else. "I can't remember the last time we referred to our families, plural." He was surprised how steady his voice still was, but it had been a long time since he'd cried. Maybe he was out of practice.

"Look, Hajime. I had to talk to someone, and I confided in my--in Mikachan, that's all."

"In front of Takeru?"

"Of course not," Tooru snapped. "He must've overheard. He shouldn't have said anything to Chiakkun."

"You shouldn't have told someone else you don't love me anymore." It was a relief when Tooru's face crumpled. Hajime couldn't stand the thought of this being completely unemotional, like it didn't matter at all.

"That isn't what I said." Tooru wasn't shouting, but he was loud. "I'll never not love you. Don't ever say--"

Hajime watched Tooru struggle to compose himself for a moment, listening to his deep, hitching breaths that weren't quite sobs. Hajime thought it sounded more like panic.

"Let's think over what we want and talk about it tomorrow," Hajime suggested, and walked away before he got an answer.

Crumbling foundation

There was no way to divide up their things except to cut everything in half. Nothing belonged exclusively to one or the other; nothing ever had. Even as kids toys were traded back and forth between houses, with no memory of whose parents had purchased it.
Neither of them wanted any of the shared things, so they sold what they could and donated the rest. Money was very easy to divide, neatly and evenly. New apartments with new furnishings for both. Photographs were rescued by their mothers, who insisted on keeping those and anything else irreplaceable, in case one of them wanted some of those memories again in the future.

Hajime couldn't imagine they ever would. Then again, he hadn't imagined this either.

i mean... if u have a ship u want to use then dont refrain on my account owo

STO PNEVER APOLGOIZE FOR FLUFF I PROMISE I'M NOT JUST AN ANGST DEMON FKDJSA; this is soooooo sweet and it's perfect how awkward and kind of tenuous they are at first, before becoming more familiar

“Because I feel like it. Because you look good today. Because I don’t like not kissing you.” i'm so weak this is so lovely. thank u for this!!

Ship: Aoyagi Hajime &/ Teshima Junta
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:
“The language of friendship is not words but meanings”—Thoreau, A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Miyuki Kazuya, OR Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei, OR Echizen Ryoma/Atobe Keigo
Fandom: Daiya no Ace, Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Selfcest, Horribly out of context quote

Prompt:
“I am very good at what I do. I am better at it than anyone else. And that is not arrogance, that is a fact”—Scandal

Ship: Inui Sadaharu/Yanagi Renji, OR Inui Sadaharu/Kaidoh Kaoru, OR Inui Sadaharu/anyone really
Fandom: The Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Animals (fish, whale), Pirate scientist au??

Prompt:

“Anyhow,' one of the scientists was saying to another, 'there simply isn't room in the museum's Fishes Hall , so we've decided to pretend to the public that a whale is actually a mammal without any legs. It's patently ridiculous - I mean to say, just look at the thing, it's a gigantic fish if ever you saw one - but mum's the word! In my experience the public will believe just about anything, so long as you write it down on a little piece of card.”

--Gideon Defoe, The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists

Ship: Otabek/Yuri
Fandom: yuri on ice
Major Tags: body horror, discussed violence against organs & chest, gore
Other Tags: fantasy au, age gap
Word Count: 538

***

"you humans really do live such short and fragile lives, don't you?"

yuri snorts, elbowing otabek's waist. "is that really your way of trying to scare me?"

"no. it's just a fact, is it not?"

yuri scrunchs his nose and gives him a look of complete displeasure, the one he often makes when otabek is right.

otabek knows about humans and their lives here because he's watched the hunters from his thick forest grove for eons. a bear spirit like himself doesn't need to trifle with humans, and it would be more of a waste of his time to do so anyway - for every time he bothers to look, there are always new ones, different ones, with different hair and eyes and clothes and weapons. he can't be bothered to keep track when everything about them is never the same, and they could never see him anyway.

and yet, against all odds, it is yuri who caught his eye. yuri, who seemed too young even by the standards of men yet stood as strong and tall as any of the spirits of his own clan. it made him worth watching, worth speaking to, when the time was finally right.

"...is that a problem?" yuri asks hesitantly, bringing otabek out of his own thoughts.

he hums, considering that one.

"it can be changed." otabek says, ignoring how yuri sits up like a bolt at his side. "for a steep cost, of course, changing the flow of life is never a simple thing. it would deprive you of the things that make most humans happy, so it is not something i am asking of you."

"why not?!" yuri snaps, "i thought you wanted to be with me, like i want to be with you, so why wouldn't you ask it of me?"

otabek takes a deep breath - yuri needs more than paltry words to explain this, so otabek sits up and decides to show instead.

when he sits up he focuses his power, his body changing from a more human form to his beast one, hair down his neck and his hands in full bear claws. yuri holds firm, but the paleness in his face does not escape otabek when he leans forward to tower over him.

"because i would tear you apart first." his voice has changed to a low growl, his clawed hands dragging down the line of yuri's throat, down his chest, pressing in right over his heart. "i would crack open your body and take the heart right out of you before giving it to the forest so they could alter your body anew, leaving the old one for me to do with. you'd never get to go home - you'd become bound to these lands, a spirit left to wander and hunger like the rest of us."

he feels yuri gulp as much as he sees it, and otabek pulls back from his space.

"that's why i wouldn't ask." otabek's voice has returned to normal, his claws and fur disappearing. "though, if it's what you wanted, that would be something for you to decide."

yuri nods, saying nothing, but otabek can tell from the steel in his eyes he's already made his decision.

HAYLEY IM GONNA FIGHT YOU

HOW DARE YOU DRAW RYOUSAN SO CUTE

HOW DARE YOU TURN IT INTO A CSI INVESTIGATION LIKE I WAS LIKE OH BUGGER ME DID HAYLEY ACTUALLY KILL TANBA

SCREAMS AT THE CAP

SCREAMS MORE AT THAT LAST PANEL

SCREAMS AT YOU

ok im done

but also hayley wails softly about tanba and wails about your lines its okay tanba take it slow and believe in the people who believe in you, if you can't have faith in yourself.

aaaaaa yw!!!!! this was such a good quote for them so im glad

Ship: kaminashi nozomi/miyata sayaka
Fandom: keijo
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 444 words

sorry i wrote this from memory so the details are probably incorrect

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Sayaka is accustomed to loneliness. She's used to always being the first one to leave, always being the last one to know. Her childhood was empty of familiarity. The only constant presences in her life were the solidity of the judo mat beneath her feet, the feeling of a medal in her palm. She cannot claim to have a bad life, but as she looks at the trophies lining the wall of her father's dojo as she sits in seiza, she can't help but feel that there's something more to life than this.

Keijo is different. Nozomi is different. She lands herself squarely in Sayaka's life, posture perfect, routine impeccable, full scores from all of the judges. It's the first loss that Sayaka has ever truly suffered, but she can't help but feel, underneath it all, that she has stood something to gain.

She doesn't know why she's shocked, when the door to their room swings open and Nozomi bursts through. It feels almost like destiny as she rushes over to her, overly familiar. Sayaka almost smiles, but thinks better of it and carefully shutters off her expression, her mind. Nozomi is an open book, every emotion of hers clear on display. Sayaka, as she closes herself off, her pages impeccable, untouched, feels a distant urge to join her. She overthrows the notion like a judo opponent

As the weeks, then months pass, Sayaka comes to the realization that she has... friends. Non and Kazane (and Nozomi) are quickly becoming dear to her, but she doesn't realize how much until the training camp, until after they make it through to the elite class as a room, as a unit, as a group of friends.

As the other girls swarm around Nozomi and the rest of their room, Sayaka feels herself become further and further isolated. It's natural, she thinks, for this to happen. She walks away from the group and sits down on a bench with a sigh. She was silly to think that she could ever have friends, that she could ever have Nozomi. It's not ideal, this way, but it is the way that things are and the way that things should be. Sayaka breathes in and out, calm in her solitude, an island in the sea of tourists milling about. Her calm is broken by the harsh sound of shoes slapping against the pavement.

She doesn't know why she's shocked, when she sees Nozomi running towards her. But she can feel something slip into place, as Nozomi slips her arm around her shoulder, and she can feel her face forming a genuine smile, a smile not of victory, but of contentment.

Ship: nijimura shuuzou/himuro tatsuya
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: :3c

Prompt:

"my bf really started crying over my selfies I love him" | full tweet here

AJDKDBSNSK YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE SUCH A BIG DEAL TO GET A FILL FROM ME akdjdjkdkdj

i might have picked up on that over the course of your fills and yelling on twitter yeah maybe 8)) (its ok im a sucker for a good youkai story too /joins u making dying moose noises)

I WAS HALFWAY AND IM LIKE HERE I AM SETTING SMTH UP I WILL PROBABLY NOT RLY USE sjdkdkkdhd but o well

8)) who knows maybe his eyes are magic too here 8))) and yeaaah, some things just stay with you, like weird spirit encounters and things. :'))

im so glad you liked this <3

this is so !!!! i love this! i could really feel kaburagi's emotions throughout this and how they shifted as he became more and more fixated on the idea of aoyagi being fixated on him. this was a really lovely piece and made me feel so warm and fuzzy thanks so much for filling!

god i love how imayoshi doesnt even feel hesitation after concluding that hanamiya is a murder i'm so in love and?? your metaphors/?? are always so good??? "two black holes orbiting each other, breaking every rule of reality" is just such a good line and it suits them so so well. god. i love these two just going around obliterating everything their paths with barely as much as a whimper

Ship: aomine/momoi OR kiyoshi/riko OR daishou/mika OR kuroo/kiyoko
Fandom: kuroko no basuke, haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: daddy kink not necessarily necessary lmao

Prompt:

[text: @savagesuan She was riding my dick so good I slipped up and called her daddy smh]

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, T

PROMPT: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/SAWAMURA DAICHI

PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

Re: FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, G

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE

Re: FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, T

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, M

Re: FILL: TEAM DAIYA NO ACE, G

Re: FILL: Team Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi, G

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Re: FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

Re: FILL: TEAM Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, G

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND