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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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Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Ushijima Wakatoshi/Shirabu Kenjirou
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: slavery (mentioned but don't feel the need to literally go that route), BDSM (implied?)

Prompt:

Makedon was explaining the virtues of iron tea to Laurent, and when Laurent massaged his own temple with finely bred fingers, Makedon remarked, rising, ‘You should have your slave fetch you some.’

‘Fetch me some,’ Laurent said.

Damen rose. And stopped.

Laurent had gone very still. Damen stood there, awkwardly. He could think of no other reason why he had stood up.

- King's Rising, CS Pacat

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 429

***

Akashi Seijuurou is, to Chihiro's mounting horror, a secret romantic. Maybe it's not even much of a secret any more because Seijuurou doesn't really make any effort to hide it, but at least he only ever does it when they're in their apartment together, and there's no one else around to see.

He comes home affectionate sometimes, not content until he's crowded into Chihiro's space, climbed into Chihiro's lap, demanding kisses like some sort of cat that has found itself in a human body, nuzzling their faces together like he's recharging after a long, demanding day.

"Take your time," Chihiro mutters, rubbing his hand in slow circles over Seijuurou's back. "It's not like I was in the middle of anything."

"You can get back to it soon," Seijuurou replies, pressing kisses along Chihiro's jaw. "Just let me have this, for a while."

Chihiro snorts quietly, and rests his chin on Seijuurou's shoulder, leaning back in his chair so that there's more space for them both to fit comfortably. He feels Seijuurou exhale slowly, relaxing against him, their bodies pressed against each other from chest to hip.

"I was meant to meet you," Seijuurou murmurs, against Chihiro's shoulder. "If not at Rakuzan, then elsewhere. I would have met you. I would have always wound up having you in my life."

"You sound spoiled," Chihiro replies, patting him on the back. "Claiming ownership of me, like that?"

"You're mine," Seijuurou replies, and bites him gently on the neck this time. "In any lifetime, no matter how we would have met. You would be in my life. I know that in my bones, Chihiro. We're fated for this."

"Why are you so dramatic?" Chihiro asks, sighing heavily. He presses a kiss into Seijuurou's hair, hiding his smile against it. "You don't need to be half as dramatic as you are, and yet."

"If you hated it, your complaints would be much more specific," Seijuurou replies, and that's troublesome, Chihiro thinks, that he's been figured out so easily, despite his best efforts. Then again, most people are open books to Seijuurou, and Chihiro is probably easier to read than most, whether he likes it or not. A side-effect, Chihiro supposes, of having Seijuurou's presence in his life shape him so much.

Perhaps Seijuurou is onto something; if not for him, Chihiro has no idea what kind of person he would be. Perhaps they were always meant to meet.

He tightens his grip on Seijuurou and kisses his hair again. He doesn't mind the thought as much as he expects to.

Ship: Rindou/tsukasa
Fandom: Shokugeki
Major tags: none
Other tags: none
Word count: none

***

Tsukaaaaasaaaaa, food is meant to be eaten not fussed over!"

"..."

"You're the worst chef in the world. :T"

Edited 2017-07-16 09:45 (UTC)

Ship: Masuko Tooru & Kuramochi Youichi & Sawamura Eijun OR Masuko Tooru & Isashiki Jun & Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

Prompt:

"You know how much I love pizza. But I will give you the last slice... That's how much you mean to me."
— Sundae Kids

*gasp* what a good prompt

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 410

***

Imayoshi thinks he knows so much about Hanamiya; he thinks that with one glance (closed eyes, crooked glasses) he can analyze everything, know Hanamiya’s entire life. He thinks he’s got Hanamiya all figured out, the fuckface, just because they’d spent time together in middle school and he’d seen Hanamiya suck up to people. Yeah, it’s not fun and feels fucking stupid, but Hanamiya’s mother’s drilled into his head that it’s not what you know; it’s who you know. Imayoshi’s smart. He should have figured that out by now.

But since he hasn’t, there’s no way in hell Hanamiya’s going to tell him. Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer; don’t give up all of your secrets even though this isn’t much of one. That’s why Imayoshi goes to a school like Touou, where he can lead the team to grueling championships, and Hanamiya goes to Kirisaki Daiichi, where he can start fresh, no scheming upperclassmen trying to knock him down. He can be captain; he can be coach; he can be whatever the hell he wants.

“You don’t fucking know me at all,” Hanamiya says, through gritted teeth.

It’s been Touou’s victory over Kirisaki Daiichi, if you only look at the scoresheet. Hanamiya’s had his targets, and Imayoshi’s not among them. Why injure him, when he’s the one who has to figure out what to do when his strongest links are eliminated? Why take him out, when the fun and satisfaction of even a partial victory over him would be lost? Touou’s so fucking boring, even with Imayoshi.

“Don’t I?” says Imayoshi, his lips twisting like a mocking smile.

Hanamiya sneers. Like hell he does. What an asshole, what a horrible personality, what a piece of shit, walking around like he owns everything, like he knows everything, like anything’s been through has been at all comparable to Hanamiya pushing and pulling himself into spaces where he won’t fit. Teachers don't like him; coaches don’t like him; he’s had to fake a personality or fight his way on for everything, but Imayoshi’s stupid smiles are just—ugh.

“I was sure I did,” says Imayoshi, quietly, as their lips meet.

Hanamiya makes a dismissive sound in the back of his throat, but it’s swallowed up by Imayoshi and his stupid kiss, his stupid mouth, still smiling. His eyes are still closed; his teeth scrape against Hanamiya’s and goddamn. Imayoshi won’t admit he’s wrong, but Hanamiya’s going to make sure he does.

Ship: Takao/Midorima
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413

***

Takao sighs; Midorima looks at him, as if questioning what he means. Midorima’s absolute shit at reading people, but by this point Takao would hope they’ve reached a point where Midorima’s better with him, but whatever. Midorima can see some stuff, though, like the jealousy and anger radiating off opposing players when he goes another game with a perfect field goal percentage, when he makes all of his free throws and the ball tracks higher and higher into the air. And that much bothers him, though he doesn’t talk about it, the discouraged looks on their faces and the way they say his name like it’s a forbidden word, as if saying it would make them even worse in comparison.

“It bothers you, how perfect you are,” says Takao.

“Well,” says Midorima, after a pause in which he pushes up his glasses, already at the top of his nose. “Putting it that way—yes.”

“They’re jealous,” says Takao. “They should be. Yeah, not everyone’s talented, but they could stand to work harder, and you can still enjoy yourself—well, that’s being kind of facetious.”

“I’d say hypocritical,” says Midorima. “As I recall, you don’t remember losing to me in middle school all that fondly.”

Takao makes a face. “That was different.”

“Was it?” says Midorima.

“Anyway,” says Takao. “Slow down; your legs are too long.”

“Are you complimenting me for any particular reason?” says Midorima.

“No,” says Takao. “But you deserve it. People take you for granted.”

“Thank you, then,” says Midorima, slowing down his pace just a touch.

Takao thinks about grabbing his hand; they’re getting toward a more crowded part of the city though that’s the flimsiest excuse in the world, and Takao can make his way just fine on his own. He wants to kiss Midorima’s stupid, pretty, conceited, perfect face all over until Midorima’s more than had enough; he wants to let him know that yeah, that middle school loss had been disheartening at first but it had made him want to practice, be better.

“Why does it bother you, anyway?” says Takao.

“I don’t know,” says Midorima. “It’s just—I’d rather have them just play. Appreciate or hate what I do afterwards, not pulling everything into the middle of the game.”

“That’s hypocritical of you,” says Takao, because, well, Rakuzan.

“I suppose,” says Midorima.

“Well,” says Takao. “You don’t need to hear it again, but you’re perfect, Shin-chan.”

His fingers brush Midorima’s; Midorima almost smiles. “Thank you.”

Ship: Nozomi/Maki
Fandom: Love Live!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 572

***

“Welcome back,” Nozomi says, leaning over the counter to smile at the newest potential customer.

The customer, a young woman, startles, almost pulling back from the doorknob, and wow, she’s cute. Red hair, sharp eyes, pouting mouth, this job doesn’t pay enough but Nozomi considers the occasional good-looking person to be kind of a tip or a bonus.

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” says the young woman, pulling off her winter hat. “I’ve never been here before.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” says Nozomi, winking—and then she gets it, recognition flooding her eyes.

“Sorry,” she says, smoothing over her coat. “I’m just here for a consultation.”

“Sure, sure,” says Nozomi, pushing the bell to the front of the desk and the ring-for-assistance sign, which people still end up missing.

She leads the customer into the back room, past the bookshelves (mostly for decoration, to make her seem well-read; truthfully the nature of the profession is just talent and a cheap certification, nothing special at all; there’s not much that needs to be taught about erasing memories).

“You got a name?”

“Nishikino Maki.”

“Well, Maki-chan.” (Maki almost, but doesn’t quite, flinch at the familiarity.) “I’m Tojo Nozomi, proprietor of this humble shop. I reckon you’re considering having something erased?”

Maki nods. ‘I think…I think it would be better if I just got a whole wipe. Clean slate. .If I kept some procedural memories, but not the other things.”

She pulls out a neat stack of papers; she’s clearly done her research. This is more than just a consultation, someone springing for an erasure on a lark, a pinched-out embarrassing moment or a relationship or two wiped away. The why’s always the most interesting part, and though Maki doesn’t seem too inclined to tell Nozomi, the pack of papers will probably reveal enough.

“I’ve given rights to my accounts and properties to my attorney, to be stored to me at a later date. I’ve given myself a letter for the future; I’ve left my job on good terms.”

She slides the top paper over, thick and printed with the crest of a well-known firm. Ayase, and Kosaka huh? Maki’s pretty loaded, it looks like; maybe she’s a big tipper (maybe Nozomi can charge a little bit extra; she won’t know what’s on her credit card bill anyway).

“Please,” says Maki.

They decide to do it a few hours later, before Maki’s got a chance to chicken out. She calls her lawyer; the reason she wants a wipe isn’t clear still—Nozomi’s curious, but she knows Ayase well enough to get it out of her at a later date.

Wipes are the most expensive, but they’re the easiest and quickest, the cleanest; Nozomi just presses Maki’s temple and takes her consciousness, and then from her mind grabs the memories, the data like bits on a hard drive, the surface wiped smooth, memories—piano recitals, holding someone’s hand, Easter dresses—passing through Nozomi’s own consciousness so briefly. She’s not going to pry this way.

She presses Maki’s temple again to wake her; Maki blinks, sleepy and so cute, looking suddenly much younger.

“Who are you?”

Nozomi leans forward and kisses her. She’ll only think this lie, however it formulates in her brain, for a little bit longer, but it’s imprinted on the surface of her mind before hardly anything else. Forever, until the next time she wipes it clean.

Ship: Nozomi/Nozomi
Fandom: Love Live!
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 403

***

Nozomi had been kind of curious the first time she’d stepped across the borders of her own universe into another. Maybe in this one there was no Mu’s; maybe in this one there was a Mu’s without her. She hates it a little that she’s thinking of the group before anything else, how much it’s changed her. It’s not a bad thing; it’s not like she’d been living the greatest life as student council vice president, bothering Eli and needling her when she’d get too serious. She’s glad to have the others in her life, this close to her; she’s glad to have had the experience of doing live shows, being a school idol.

The her that exists in this first universe doesn’t have any of that. She’s a full-time shrine maiden, devoting her life to traditions that are fading fast into the modern world, but all of that passes her by. She brushes her hair by candlelight; she wears it a little bit shorter than Nozomi does. Her hands are more weathered from doing work, keeping things in order; for her things are so much simpler.

“You don’t envy me,” says her other self, matter-of-factly with a grin that twists at one corner of her mouth, different from the one Nozomi sees in the mirror.

“I don’t,” Nozomi says.

She has time to spare for the shrine, if not as much as she’d like, but she would never want to do this full-time, never devote all of her life and attention to it. This other her has had a different set of experiences, memories, friends; for her the path is winding but clear, down one road at least for now. It’s what makes it hard, sometimes, to think of this other person as herself, but easy to pull this other person closer and kiss her, lick the taste of tea from her lips.

“I would never,” her other self says, lightly brushing her hands over the front of Nozomi’s school uniform, palms flat over Nozomi’s stomach.

“Wouldn’t you, though,” says Nozomi.

Her other self kisses her next, but doesn’t answer, eventually rolling off and lying beside Nozomi. They’re the same height; they have the same size hands, the same arms. They’re thinking different thoughts, about different things, different lives, but still it’s nice to lie here together like this. Nozomi reckons that she can’t think of better company.

Ship: Imayoshi/Hanamiya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 419

***

“What the fucking fuck? I’m gonna. What the fuck?”

Imayoshi leans back, the controller practically draping from his fingers, lazy smug smirk on his face. “Looks like you just got killed.”

“Which you could have fucking prevented; we’re on the same campaign!”

“Well, you kept saying that you had it all under control, and I trust you.” A couple of enemy fighters swarm the screen; Imayoshi guns them down, still looking at Hanamiya’s face.

“Ugh. I did, but then that fucker Miyu-Miyu-boy—”

“I’m still on the headset, asshole,” says Miyu-Miyu-boy or whatever he’d changed his name to this time. “It’s not my fault I died; you were supposed to cover me.”

Hanamiya pulls off the headset and slams it to the ground. “You could have had me and killed all those other guys.”

“Relax,” says Imayoshi. “People die if they’re killed, but then they respawn.”

Hanamiya gives him the finger. Respawning takes for fucking ever in this game (and these are avatars, not actual people); sure enough Miyu-Miyu-boy’s avatar is finally starting to fade in on the bottom left of the screen; another teammate’s elf girl is almost there. And now they’re going to have a few minutes where they’ll probably win and grab all the experience points before Hanamiya respawns, the bastards.

“I’ll buy you some premium currency,” says Imayoshi, kissing Hanamiya’s forehead like he’s some fucking kid who needs to be placated.

“Break up the lovefest,” says the elf girl. “Incoming artillery.”

Imayoshi fights them off one-handed (what a fucking showoff); his other arm drops around Hanamiya’s shoulders and pulls him closer. Hanamiya scowls at the TV screen; all he wanted to do was play some video games with his boyfriend, not have to wait for fucking ever to respawn.

“Hey—” Imayoshi starts.

“Can it,” says Hanamiya.

Imayoshi sighs, as if Hanamiya’s the one being difficult right now. The controller vibrates in Hanamiya’s hand; his all-of-a-sudden respawned character has just been hit again, straight in the chest, critical one-hit knockout.

“What the fuck? You asshole, I told you last time you should have had me covered!”

“I was about to say something,” says Imayoshi. “But you cut me off. Better pay attention.”

Hanamiya turns around, trying to hit Imayoshi in the head with the stupid controller; Imayoshi ducks and the controller slips, flying behind him to smack the couch cushion and fall to the floor with a loud smack. Imayoshi sighs.

“I hope it’s not broken.”

Ship: Hanamiya Makoto/Imayoshi Shouichi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Blood, Graphic depictions of violence/gore (Mutilation, Violence to throat)
Other Tags: Psychological horror (maybe?)
Word Count: 476

***

It's the same, unnatural grin every time, like Hanamiya is grinning with his entire head, like his face has been slashed apart from the middle and that's what he's smiling with. Imayoshi isn't alarmed by it any more. Not even when he wakes up in the dream world he's slowly growing familiar with, sitting there on the ground while a dreamed up version of Hanamiya stands over him, and there's something in the back of his mind that insists on calling this one the real Hanamiya, and he thinks he knows what that means, while at the same time, he doesn't want to dwell on it for too long.

Just one of those things that Imayoshi accepts, and then moves on. He's good at that, when it comes to Hanamiya. Don't dwell on things for too long. Accept them as they are. Plan accordingly.

It helps that in waking life, Hanamiya is at least a little afraid of him. The real Hanamiya doesn't seem to have that problem at all, when he greets Imayoshi in each and every dream he has, until they all become the same scene, repeated over and over. Hanamiya stands over him, his teeth glinting as he grins, the same way the knife does in his hand.

All it takes is a single swipe. Imayoshi is familiar with the feeling now, the kiss of metal against his throat and then it's over before it's even begun and he's left with the warm gush of his blood spilling down his front, his dream self conscious while it all happens. He feels the blood in his mouth, trickling out between his lips, and he smiles, red and amused, up at Hanamiya who simply grins and grins, until Imayoshi wakes.

He lies in bed and idly rubs his hand across his throat. Still in one piece. He sits up and tries not to think about the way Hanamiya's grin in the dream.

They don't have a game until later in the day, but it's always worth going to watch the other teams play. Kirisaki Daiichi is still in the competition and they won't run into each other. Not yet. Perhaps they will later, if everything goes well. Imayoshi can't help but wonder how that will turn out.

He leads the way to the seats, just as Hanamiya walks onto the court. His team is solid around him and it makes Imayoshi hum quietly, resting his chin in his hand.

It happens just as quickly here too; over before it began, and that sudden rush of warmth, but he's not bleeding this time. This is different.

Hanamiya looks up and finds him sitting there, and grins with his mouth, just a normal, unremarkable grin, or the closest that Hanamiya Makoto can manage, anyway.

"Interesting," Imayoshi murmurs, mostly to himself. He's looking forward to watching this game.

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Yui Kaoru
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None

This was a ton of fun! Hope you like it! Click thumbnail for large image.

***

ahhh omg tbh when i prompted this i rly didnt know what would come from it but this is so wonderful it's better than what i expectd hgjhjgh i love that it's fhq ;;;;; i rly like the concept of hajime n tooru running away together post-fhq drama haha i love this ; -; it N I LOVE LE PETIT PRINCE SO MUCH with the little planets n moons it was my fav childhood story ever thank u so much for writing it ahh

Edited 2017-07-16 13:16 (UTC)

I'm glad you like it! MiyuNori is a wonderful ship and deserving of much more love!

I'm so glad you like it! I had a total blast doing it!!

Thank you!! His face is so pretty it's always a joy to draw lol

Ship: Mihashi Ren/Abe or Mihashi Ren &/ any of Kanou, Tajima, Haruna, or Hamada
Fandom: Oofuri
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none

Prompt:

In Mandarin the word ren,
meaning endure, is written
knife over heart.
Here they say:
Why are you so quiet?
Why are you so soft?
Why are you so calm?
Do not mistake my silence for subservience.
The knife of the heart
is held between my teeth.

Edited 2017-07-16 13:30 (UTC)

I made such an embarrassing squeaking noise to see this in my inbox. Sourin is one of my favourite long-distance canon relationships and you've captured the heart of what I love most about them and this gorgeous Pterry quote ;___; that slight awkwardness of having to catch up with each other, realising how much of each other's lives they missed (that bit with Sousuke's dad just KICKED ME IN THE HEART?!), thinking about time wasted and seeing your hometown and your old haunts through different eyes!! I'm melting a little that Sousuke became a teacher because I've always thought that'd suit him (after seeing how well he coached Nitori). And Rin's last line, that living with Sousuke would be an adventure, is just so him :') thank you for this lovely fill!!

this reply is 1000 years late but ;__; thank you so much for this beautiful poem!! it suits them so well, and this whole image is so perfect for kunikage, that they need to prune away so much of their wounded past so that they can find new growth. i read this in Kunimi's voice initially but now I'm thinking about it in Kageyama's and somehow the complexion of it changes totally (to something rougher, more direct), yet works too. thank you! <3

aaaaaaa I love it ;; I love it so so much....

I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE 1011 BANTER!!! I can always hear it in my head in their voices perfectly, and your Ooshiba POV is so delightfully belligerent and grouchy that when you do allow him to soften a little, it's twice the kick to my heart. That little "Walk?" was so much... and I see the reference you've slipped in to their childhood rivalry bless your heart thank you!!

I will def fill this if I have time but I would be 1000% okay with you doing so 8) give us that good sex rage

Ship: Akaashi Keiji/Kozume Kenma
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
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Prompt:

there will always be a space between you and every other person in the world, no matter how close they may come to you. it's not a sad thing. maybe this is the only way people can go on living
-- Hwei Lim, Hero

Edited 2017-07-16 14:32 (UTC)

Before I start yelling I must say that I cannot believe you gave me Feelings from coffee... the true power of Kita+Lark...

I really loved the quiet power that Kita wields and exudes from the get-go, from keeping Atsumu's hands occupied with the coffee, to “Atsumu,” Kita snaps. “That tells me nothing. Of course it’s Osamu.” to Kita had known he’d come alone today. Of course he’d known. and him guessing the exact reason for Atsumu's visit even without Atsumu saying anything - he knows them so well, my heart!!! Kita is truly magical :')

And the passage of time here and that feeling of change is so palpable - Kita no longer wearing his jacket but his presence not being at all diminished because of his glasses was a beautiful touch hnng; his honesty and bluntness, acknowledging that he's no longer the same person as who Atsumu remembers him to be, and I adored how you used coffee in this fill??? Osamu and Kita preferring black coffee - bold and bitter like the truth in Kita's words, while Atsumu, maybe a little more idealistic (is that an appropriate word or does sentimental fit better) preferring his coffee with sugar, and Kita knowing that, and having a sugar bowl for him.

And the end!!! Kita-san does have a pulse my heart, Lark!!!!! ;;______;; I love how distant Kita might appear to be from Atsumu, always ahead of him and Osamu, but in that moment he feels so close... and Atsumu knows he can't hold on to Kita, like he can't hold on to his brother leaving for Tokyo, but he also knows that he isn't untouchable all the same.

I AM OVERWHELMED BY MANY FEELINGS LARK thank you for this beautiful fill ;__;

MMMM!!! this is so soft, so nostalgic, the way tatsuya thinks about taiga's expression and their clumsiness is so cute? pls boys have as many kisses as you want...i also like the implication that they moved in together before this even happened its so. domestic. aaaa i'm really glad to see a fill on this, thank you so much!!

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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

Prompt: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: team miyuki kazuya/oikawa tooru, G

PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace

Re: PROMPT: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

Re: FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

Re: FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, M

Re: FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, M

PROMPT: TEAM KUROO TETSUROU/SAWAMURA DAICHI

Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, G

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

Re: FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

Re: PROMPT: Team Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

PROMPT: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G