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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2017-07-09 06:55 pm
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Bonus Round 4: Quotes

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.

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.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] 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.

  • NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. [community profile] saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
    • Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or [community profile] 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.


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.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.


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)

For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
kuramochi: (popsicle)

PROMPT: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-07-10 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: chriszaizen
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: allusions to self-injury maybe
Other Tags: mental health issues

Prompt:

I say: if the heart if a muscle I will train it to be sinew.
I say: the heart is a muscle and it will resist.
I say: because I am master of myself, I will not be weak.
You say: soft.
You say: tender.
I say: there is a hole in me that needs tearing open.
You say: that isn’t how healing works.
I say: I know.
I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over.
I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.

— venetta octavia, sit, stay, heel
foxrocksthesesocksss: (Default)

FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] foxrocksthesesocksss 2017-07-15 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ship: Takigawa Chrus Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mention of injury
Word Count: 1035

hi i loved this prompt a lot!! i hope this is something like what you wanted, i'm sorry ;w;

***

The dream always starts out the same

You knock the dirt from your cleats in the batter's box and grin, arrogant, fierce. Ready to rule the world. A faceless pitcher winds up, and then the ball is a white blur speeding towards you.

You swing- the satisfaction of a good connection reverberates through your fingers, sinking into your skin. You're moving even before you register that the ball has arced high into the left field because you know, you know it was a good hit. Your muscles bunching as you spin, make to bolt for first base-

And something in your knee snaps.

You've always dreamt in bright technicolour, like a child's vivid paint palette. In that moment, crumpled on the ground as pain shrieks through your leg, the colours of your dream bleed and swirl together into an ugly, sucking morass, and you're screaming screaming-

At that point, you usually scream yourself awake.

But the worst thing is that it wasn't a dream.

---

Rehab is hell.

You could take it if it was just the pain. The pain isn't the problem. It's the slowness, the constant nagging to take it easy and not to overdo it, the overly-cheerful therapist with his endless litany of repetitive, mindless exercises.

It's the way your teammates tiptoe around you like you're made of glass. It's the disappointment in your coach's face.

It's the prospect of a future without baseball, if your knee doesn't heal properly.

All of it combined feels like nails on a chalkboard, if the chalkboard is your spine. It makes you angrier and angrier until you snap and roar and hurl your crutches as far away from you as you can.

And they land at the feet of the last person you want to see you like this.

---

"Well, well, well. Look who it is."

"Zaizen."

"What use is a catcher who can't throw, huh?"


---

You claw your way back to the baseball, but it's not the same. Your leg still isn't strong enough to play like you used to, so you're benched, a dim, flickering star when you used to be the team's blazing sun.

It's not enough, but you'll take it.

You'll take it.

You must.

---

Seeing Chris in a catcher's gear again sets something to boiling in your chest.

Suddenly you're fifteen years old and cocky again, waiting for Chris outside the lockers with precious hope cradled between your fingers.

It's like nothing's changed, except everything has, and you lash out because you can't face it. Unlike your teammates, you know why Chris only gets put in at the last moment instead of starting. He's just like you.

"Make him throw," you say.

"Force him to use his arm," you say.

"He'll break," you say.

And the twinge of guilt in your gut is masked by the jealousy that clogs your throat. In your head, your last instruction is different. Instead of he'll break, you think, break him.

Misery loves company, and you're broken too.

---

And he breaks.

But so do you.

---

Neither of you make it to Koushien, but by some wretched twist of fate you both wind up in the same university. On the same team.

In the months between your last match, his arm has mostly recovered and your leg- well, your leg is as good as it's ever going to be. You'll never go pro now, but baseball is steeped in your blood and bones.

When you both step onto the field for the first time in your identical new uniforms, you stop short and stare, an unfamiliar feeling expanding in your chest. Chris, catching your eye, turns with a smile, and that unfamiliar thing turns out to be your stomach, which flips at the sight.

"Zaizen," he says. "It's good to see you."

You tsk and look away, but for some reason you find yourself- just a little bit happy.

---

Your knee gives way during a practice match against the university's first-string players, and Chris sees you fall on your way back to the dugout. He is the first to come running, tearing off his face mask and dropping it who knows where, to skid to your side.

As for you- the world is pulsing in too-bright lights again, and a terrible laugh comes bubbling out of you at the thought of your recurring dream. Even as Chris hauls your arm over his shoulders, you laugh and laugh, expecting the world to swirl together into blackness any minute now. Any minute.

It doesn't.

And Chris helps you to the nurse and helps you into his car and helps you home, and you're silent through all of it until he tries to set up on your ratty, faded old couch.

It all comes boiling back up, then. Every vicious thing you've ever thought about yourself, turned instead on him. It's a steady stream of poison that makes you ill just hearing it, but now that the dream-like quality of the day has faded, your knee hurts and your chest hurts and you're angry.

(But not at Chris. Never, really, at Chris.)

You snarl and snap like the most beaten down, vicious cur, trying to bite the hand that's helping you- but Chris just takes it. He doesn't get angry. He doesn't even flinch.

Eventually, you run out of invectives to spew, and it's then that he comes to sit next to you on your bed.

Without a word, he kisses you.

And it's gentle. So gentle you don't know how to react for a long moment, sitting there in a faded anime t-shirt and your pajama shorts with an ice pack on your traitorous knee. So gentle that something you didn't know had hardened, trembles and cracks inside your chest.

You kiss back with a sound like a starving man confronted with a feast, and Chris's hair is soft when you slide your hands into it, his hands warm where they sneak beneath the hem of your t-shirt. You kiss back and feel like you're falling, falling, but that you're never going to hit the bottom.

A few tears leak out the corners of your eyes, carrying what feels like your heart with them. Chris's calloused thumbs catch them, rub them gently from your skin.

In the morning, you'll probably growl at him to mask your embarrassment. At next practice you'll try to avoid his glances and fail, because you can't keep your eyes off him either. When it's time to change, you'll wait outside the lockers with your hope and your heart in your hands.

But for now, you fist your hands in his comfortable grey t-shirt and groan into his mouth.

For now, you kiss him, and pretend you can't feel his solid, catcher's hands closing softly around your heart.
Edited 2017-07-15 03:41 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

[personal profile] kuramochi 2017-07-15 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
OK OH MY GOD NOW THAT I'M DONE SHRIEKING INTO MY HANDS AND CAN BE COHERENT FOR A SECOND jfajske;aksl this is EXACTLY what i wanted tbh, it's perfect oh my god. zaizen in general is SUCH a raw wound and i think a lot about how he's specifically set up as a parallel to chris but he's the one that doesn't get to come back... i love this ship so much and this is so perfect for them, thank you!!

i especially loved this part:

And the twinge of guilt in your gut is masked by the jealousy that clogs your throat. In your head, your last instruction is different. Instead of he'll break, you think, break him.

Misery loves company, and you're broken too.

it's just... exactly what that entire game is about imo, ahhhh.