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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

PLAY BALL! For this round, we'd like you to take inspiration from songs, sayings, poems, and other kinds of famous words.

Because this is our first full round, please read this post carefully before proceeding!

This round ends at 7PM on June 13 EDT. Countdown Timer.

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: "Hi-ho, Kermit the Frog here!" -Kermit the Frog
- 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., Yachi & Kiyoko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Yachi/Kiyoko). 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.
You cannot fill your team's prompts or your own prompts.

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, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points 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: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] 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: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

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SWAG2016 participant #47

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The moonlight hits Manami's face in a way that almost makes him glow, like he's an ethereal being taken human form, and Toudou thinks to himself that right now, he'd believe it if that's what he was told.

He'd believe most things about Manami, to be entirely honest. He's full of mystery, deceptively profound, full of hidden depths and right now, there's nothing Toudou wants more in the world than to explore them, to reach into the very depth of him and understand him, like nobody else does.

The way that Manami is smiling at him, it's almost as if he'd even let Toudou do it. Either that or swallow him whole, and Toudou isn't sure that's such a bad thing either. Manami would probably find a way to make him enjoy it while it happens.

Manami is slinking towards him, like he can read Toudou's mind, like he knows that he has Toudou utterly rapt. He climbs into Toudou's lap, lips still curved into a smile, and pulls him in, teasing him with light kisses that end just as Toudou wants to continue them. He starts at Toudou's lips and then covers his face with them, up one side of his face to his forehead, then down the other side, to his chin, to his neck, where the gentle brush of his lips turns into the sharper press of his teeth.

Toudou is helpless, falling, sprawling, pinned under Manami's gaze, razor sharp as it probes into him. For all that he wants to get inside Manami's head and figure out what makes him tick and how, Toudou feels that Manami is doing the exact same thing to him instead, reading him like a book, turning him inside out. Manami himself remains a mystery, but that just pulls Toudou in even more, makes him want to keep pushing Manami's buttons until he finds the right one, until he can unravel Manami in return.

He tries it with his lips, with his fingers against Manami's skin, tracing invisible patterns, trying to find his most sensitive spots and only giving away his own in the process. He tries and tries and it doesn't feel like Manami is taking the upper hand as much as it feels like Toudou is just giving it to him, presenting it to him on a platter as if to say, here, this is all I have but you can take it, and take some more.

Climbers should understand each other, Toudou thinks, they must all have something in common, to make them see a slope as something to be conquered and not a hardship to be endured. There must be a common thought process, a common approach to life for them to turn out like this, but with Manami pressed against him, breathing harshly as they kiss and bite each other, Toudou can't find it, can't even get is footing on the chaotic mess that is Manami's psyche.

It shouldn't pull him further in. He should know better than this. He does know better than this.

But Toudou's always loved the uphill battles the most.

SWAG2016 participant #47

drug use, mentions of sex ~~I'm sorry I just really wanted to write kyouhaba shotgunning~~

"I hate you," Yahaba murmurs against Kyoutani's mouth, just to make himself clear, smoke drifting out of his mouth with each breath.

Kyoutani hums in agreement, pressing his lips to Yahaba's briefly, brushing a light, warm kiss to them before he pulls back, lifting his joint to his mouth.

Yahaba doesn't know when his life became this—sitting naked in Kyoutani's bed after sex, languid and content, smoking together. He licks his lips, watching Kyoutani take another drag. Kyoutani's gaze doesn't leave him, his eyes hooded but just as piercing as ever. Yahaba licks his lips again, sitting up a little straighter, leaning in towards Kyoutani this time instead of waiting for him.

Their lips touch as they open their mouths against each other. Kyoutani exhales gently, and the hand that isn't holding the joint buries itself in Yahaba's soft hair, fingers stroking gently through it. Yahaba pulls away, feeling lightheaded, and he knows it's not entirely to do with the smoking.

"I really, really hate you," he breathes out, then presses himself closer again, presses his lips to Kyoutani's without even having the guise of inhaling smoke. Kyoutani's hand is still in his hair, pulling him even closer, holding him there. Their tongues are clumsy against each other and this is, by no stretch of the imagination, anywhere near one of the best kisses they've shared, but it's still good in its own way, imperfect and a little messy, still a little breathtaking.

Just like Kyoutani, Yahaba thinks to himself. Their arms wind around each other and they kiss harder, until they pull apart panting.

Yahaba takes the joint from Kyoutani, their fingers brushing together more than truly necessary. He brings it to his lips and this time, it's him exhaling, Kyoutani inhaling, and the world is spinning around them, until Yahaba is on his back and Kyoutani is on top of him, holding himself on all fours.

It's too much distance, Yahaba thinks, pulling him down. He needs Kyoutani against him, needs the feeling of their skin pressed together. There's so much of it, too, from chest to groin, their legs wrapping around each other and Yahaba doesn't think he's ever hated someone more in his entire life, he's never had his heart filled to the brim with it, like it's threatening to burst.

They put the joint out when it's done, but return to each other's mouths like it's a preoccupation. They kiss each other slowly, the way Yahaba thinks about when he and Kyoutani aren't with each other. He thinks about Kyoutani's surly expression, his gentle hands, his clever tongue. He thinks about Kyoutani all the fucking time and he hates it, he absolutely can't stand it. He tells Kyoutani as much, and gets nothing but agreement and a quiet, me too.

"I hate you so much I can't fucking breathe with it," Yahaba mutters against Kyoutani's mouth, pulling him even closer, like he's never going to let go, like he doesn't want to.

It occurs to Yahaba that maybe the word he's looking for isn't hate after all.

participant 9.

shuu-chan
his phone reads
it squeezes kanou’s heart
they already settled the truth
mihashi was an ace
always an ace.
this (newfound?) familiarity,
it warms his skin
birds chirp a little brighter
the world is at his feet.

kanou laughs, bubbles,
delights
he remembers.
renren
he sends it back.
the world is big enough for them two.

Number: 4
No major tags

Poem, 16 lines

I thought it was brave the
first time I kissed you
hands in your hair
like I was holding the reins--
charging into battle

But you didn’t fight, mouth open
on mine and everything just
slid
into place
like poison in a glass that we both dared to drink.

Bravery, not as opposition to cowardice,
because I felt like a coward between your knees
with the way that mine shook,
but bravery
how you touched me like I already was yours,
touched me so well that I believed it too.

participant 420 here, letting you know that this is exactly 100 words, because perfect drabbles are perfect. also i accidentally made this shippy?? nice

"Look," Murasakibara growled. He was hovering over Kagami, who was on the ground. His breath was hot in Kagami's face.

"I'm fucking looking," Kagami growled back.

Murasakibara was big and muscular and able to pin Kagami down better than anyone else ever had. Too bad he had bad eyebrows.

Kagami had told him this about five minutes ago.

Murasakibara's idea of a response was jamming his mouth against Kagami's. It surprised him, but it wasn't unpleasant. His teeth moved glided against Kagami's skin.

"Fuck you," Murasakibara growled against Kagami's lips. "And your eyebrows."

Kagami's only response was to kiss back.

Number:4
no tags

poem, 16 lines

you offered me everything you had
every drop of potential dripping from your sweating pores
and I laughed,
spit it back in your face,
I don’t want you, never.

Just go away, do whatever people do
when they don’t exist for me
and I’ll try my best to forget
everything I never had----

I never wanted.

It’s a moment of weakness
some fake strength,
when I break in
and take it
steal from you everything you once wanted
to give me.
It feels better this way

participant 420 with some introspective harus and cute makoharus ;u;

At the edge of the ocean, Haruka wanders. The moon dips below the sealine, rippling white across the dark blue expanse. Haruka knows he is a wall, even though he was not asked -- Haruka is glad to be this, in his warm sweater in the autumn air.

"I know you want to swim." Makoto's voice comes cutting through the night. He is gentle like the sand beneath Haruka's toes. Makoto is wearing sandals; he doesn't like risking his feet getting cut by a stray shell.

Haruka does not look at him as he replies. "I'm okay." The light hits his face on one side.

Makoto is on the other.

He nudges Haruka, gently. The corner of his lips are tugged, hinting at a smile under the dimness. "Are you? It's been a while since you've been in the ocean."

Haruka breathes, the wind chilling around their wrists. In another world, he thinks that maybe he would get the courage, grab for Makoto's hand. Press them together, press their mouths together. With Haruka's back to the ocean, Haruka in between, Makoto grasping at him for support and desperation and warmth.

Their hands dangle next to each other, not touching. "I can live." Haruka tries not to sound too sarcastic, too teasing.

"I know that." Makoto sounds amused. He pokes Haruka in the side -- their first instance of contact. Haruka tries not to flinch, tries not to curl into him for more. "You're right here."

Haruka is here. Between Makoto and the shore, enough but never enough, dark on one side and light on the other. He wants to be this, Makoto's light side -- he thinks maybe he is the sun and Makoto is the moon, but the way Makoto smiles is contrary, too bright for Haruka's support.

The waves crash onto the shore. "I am," and Haruka balls his hands into a fist, imagining Makoto's hand in his. But it's okay.

Haruka is happy here with him.

Number: 4
Implied sexual content, not explicit

poem, 14 lines

now
you think now
and you shove him to his knees

and he kneels like a servant
mouth open for anything you’ll give him

you give him all of it

the arch of his back against the cold tile
and you’ve got his legs pinned back like
darts on a board

and you want him
at least half as much as he wants you
just as much as you want him to want you

and you touch him til he whimpers
begs, screams out your name

number 4

The way we kiss
is like two profiles
merging
a mirror melting in flames,
not shattered
but melded like blown
glass,
the art of your skin
on mine.

And when I see you,
nothing is looking
back but my own desire
to own everything you are,
how can we be anything if we
want so desperately to
be each other?

Number 4

Ive always been
Stronger

You tell me between half whispered promises
And I try my best to believe you.

Always been strong
But never strong enough to
Tear myself away from your influence,
Strong enough to dislike
The feel of your fingers pressing
Into the sides of my throat
The hollows of my cheekbones
Like bowls for your keys

You own every bit
Of me that's left

And if I'm strong then it's
Only what you gave me

Number 4

There comes a time
When we're both asleep and
I can taste the blood in my mouth
And pretend that it's yours

I can hear you breathing
More alive with eyes closed than open
And I can make myself promises
That melt by sunrise:

I promise you're mine

I promise I'm yours

Promise to beg you to promise to stay

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 23

he appeared on my doorsteps
with wounds of all kind
this is broken, this here too
the third, harder to understand

what’s missing can be replaced
what’s broken can be casted
but, it still baffles me in wake
what to do with the third matter

there is no gear that can fit it
there is no suture that can close it
there is no cure, i’m sure of it
and yet, i searched for one
tirelessly

until a miracle came to us
in your corner as you cried
a victim of a broken heart
that i could not fix with tools
i sat down next to you,
and held your hand
took you into my arms
and, glory behold, you said
the pain has lessened
and in my arms you found relief.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 26

his catcher was anything
but the ordinary
teammates called him
loud, bossy, demanding
he’s prone to snapping,
yelling, hovering, appearing
just about everywhere

but, the most important
traits he did possess
abe was loyal, clever, adaptable
and overall, amazing
surely he could make a pitcher
an ace from any lot he picks

yet, he chose me
i don’t consider myself
any of those, the words
in synonymous to my name
are not as grand as abe’s
not as flattering either

yet, he chose me
from the lot of pitchers
and different schools,
together we are a battery
i am his ace
he is my catcher
my extraordinary catcher

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 21

in this dark room, rests two souls
the moon’s luminous presence
acts as the only light source
soft inhalation and exhalation
of respire, a comfortable rhythm

a peaceful still-painting, only
soiled by morning’s departure
the lax grip tightens in anticipation
sleep waves decrease their amplitude
bringing them back to reality

overturned suitcases and bags
stuffed with sweats and hoodies
lay on the floor, to be packed away
daybreak threatening over the horizon,
and yet for this relaxed atmosphere
one occupant of the room wishes
for the moon to not yield to the sun,
to extend their time together

oh how lucky one could be
to have someone that makes
saying goodbye so hard.

Anon. #12
tags: implied sexual themes
lines: 14

carnal desire ignited by lust’s fire
meddling, he set to motion the collision
of two, watching them circle around
two natural hunters, in their eyes
the other is prey

they stumble down hallways, path
negligible, destination inevitable
blinded by desire they invade
pristine sheets, destruction doubled
hands tracing trails, indents carved by nails
faces flushed, breathing erratic
and the sound, an erotic symphony duet by two
to lust’s utter delight, a performance to remember
surely, an encore is in order

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 26

fate knocks me to my knees
the world shackled to my feet
movement restricted beyond
what’s capable of me

as i watch the desolate ground
before me, hope of salvation gone
negative turmoil simmering, and
a flame snuffed out long ago

until he appeared,
in all his bright, shining glory
his appearance radiated warmth
akin to the sun, yet i was not burned
by his touch as he reached out to me,
a remnant of the past, a ghost lurking
unable to find peace and move on

he tugged me to follow him,
but my feet were locked down
he smiled kindly and told me to close
my eyes, and so i followed
he told me to let go, this burden is
not mine to hold, that it’s time.

i felt a weight drop, then
heard the clinking of metal
and for the first time, i faced
forward and walked toward
a new future.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 19

progress, despite positive connotation
was his highly detested word
it meant moving forward,
overcoming obstacles
making progress, is its common use
no one ever tells the extent the
passage of time, for progress

creation of landmasses,
creation of cities, of suburbs
creation of new life, it was a movement,
a final destination, yet each differing in the
time it takes to get there

as he watched the other practice yet
another successful float serve he wipes
away the beads of sweat,
a product from his own hard work
however, a glance around him of the
other first years who grew stronger in a rapid pace,
he agonized over his own slow “progress”.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 20

two-faced, maybe that’s what he is
he wears a mask in front of others
and rarely takes it off unless with
familiar company, but that’s a company
of few rather than many, barely a crowd

he’s build up a reputation, one he didn’t
ask to own up to (maybe it was his hair?)
a self-made stage name, acting in front of
this crowd of strangers, day after day
with repeated use, the masks chip and fade
the face hidden behind them, haggard

at the end of the day, being the lone cast member
on the stage after curtain call, once the bell rings
he puts his head down, thankful for the break
a gentle hand shakes him awake,
voice firm in their scolding.

we’re going to be late, he says,
but despite his strict treatment,
he lets you pull yourself together
telling you to leave the mask behind.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 14

a stage with limited seating
we are but only pieces,
pawns looking for a spot to fill
gentle camaraderie hides within
its trenches, feelings of envy

each of us, equipped with our skillset
ready to do battle, to be ripe for picking
it’s common courtesy, a noble gesture
acknowledging your opponent on the other side

a regiment fabricated to suit your own needs
sharpen the mind, focus on your strengths
neither side yielding, an anticipated duel indeed
but, to the victor, who’s granted the spotlight
they shall remain standing for a bit longer.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 14

tracing the smooth planes of skin
the defined sharp curves of muscle
creating a trail, soon to be forgotten
and new exploration takes place

he exhales happily, content basking in the sunlight
with your feather soft touches trailing against
his back, torso, legs, arms - everywhere
he leans in as you comb a hand through his hair
unruly, spiking everywhere, yet soft to the touch

finally, he opens his eyes, tilting his gaze your way
the green in his eyes, alight with the sun
they twinkles as they look your way

a sight shown to many, but this close-up view
a privilege, saved only for you.

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 18

an unspoken rule among friends,
nicknames are given to you
not created by you
a term of endearment bestowed,
as its rightful owner earns a place
in your heart and thoughts

old nicknames are scraped away
in their place, formal greetings,
yet, a nickname still warms the heart
when called upon by the right person

a nickname unearths childhood memories
good and bad times, and more importantly
a person, their voice calling out to you
through the passage of time.

and as he read the nostalgic “ren-ren”
he smiled, thankful for burned bridges
repaired and grateful for the return
of an old friend.

Anon. #12
no tags, though it does take a rather...depressing turn
lines: 16

a game of supply and demand
greedy possession of resources
produces scarcity in the land
the king holds highest order,
the servants must obey

they shoved and they pushed
drifting closer and closer to the edge,
of the rift they had created,
in the chasm awaited darkness
sharp edges, ready to rip apart
the victim who was swallowed by
his own greed and fame

the rise to power, all but a jaded dream
as the kingdom evacuated to leave behind
the selfish king with his gold, treasured above all,
and not a living, salvageable soul in sight

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 17

our bonds that snapped so easily
threads spiralling loose, losing their shape
a travesty of friendships everywhere

promises never fulfilled, i realize
the fragility of such dreams
words carelessly tossed around, i see
the hollowness that they hold
a warm caress, i know better now
how a flame can burn the skin

too much, and too little, you gave
the push and pull of strong tides
bringing in the ships that crashed
onto the shore, sinking them

i have no more love to give
i want no more hurt to bear

arrogant boy,
love yourself so no one has to.

HOLY SHIT!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING, YOUR POETRY IS BEAUTIFUL!!! I really like the spacing, and the references to Genesis is really well done! Thanks again!!

Anon. #12
no tags
lines: 14

what a nice encouragement
that after the rain, comes the sun
a downpour of heavy emotions
gets chased away by the rays
of eternal sunshine beating down

you’re the sun that shines
brightly down on me, that
gives me warmth after the
torrential downpour that
chills weary souls to the bone

you’re the sweet reminder that after the rain,
you’ll bring along a rainbow that
lights the sky in a prism of colors
unlike the grey clouds of a virulent storm.

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