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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

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.

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.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.

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

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xiaolin showdown........ is the cartoon of my heart.........
(well it's not but it's among many)

ahhhhhhhh this is so beautiful i'm speechless

kunimi akira/kageyama tobio, haikyuu!!

"You don't buy black lingerie unless you want someone to see it." —Bianca, 10 Things I Hate About You

i'm crying

(also i had no idea where the "they are all named Amanda" thing came from. i thought you made it up. i'm so glad i know)

are you trying to kill me

this is such a perfect prompt for them <33

YOOOO, WOW, A++ MATERIAL

Major Character Death, 789 words

There was a certain degree of irony, one had to think, in promises of forever. There were very few instances when they were kept; the thing about forever is that it’s a damn long time. People change, circumstances change, feelings change, and forever falls apart.
Kuroo had thought this would be different.
He and Kenma – they were different. Whether or not you subscribed to the soulmates school of thought, that intangible red string that tied two people together, there was an undeniable connection. A frission, a spark that danced between the two of them whenever they met one another’s gaze, touched, kissed.
And Kuroo had allowed himself to hope for a forever.
Now here it was, crashing down about his ears.

The breath he drew in was long, clinging to the edge of a gasp. In his lap, fingers fisted about one another, body tense, teeth clenched. There were words, words that had to be said. Words that had hung in the balance between the two of them for far too long.
But still, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his head, to look the boy he loved in the eye and say them. There was a certain weight to the speech of the thing, the knowledge that this was real, inescapable.

Eyelids fluttering shut, he breathed deep once more, shoulders heaving. As the air puffed out of his mouth, a small hand alighted on his own. Delicate, one might say; all rounded nails and fragile fingers. Hands Kuroo had so often covered with his own, hands that he had held to comfort and to calm. Now they were here doing the same for him, one dancing up to cup his cheek as the other rested across fists.

Leaning into Kenma’s touch, a gentle sigh escaped his lips. He had to do this; he owed Kenma that much at least. The hands on him pulled away, and the shifting of the mattress at his side let him know that his partner had sunk down next to him. The heat of their small body bending in towards him, blond hair swinging into the edge of his vision.

“Kuro.” their voice was soft and warm in that inexplicable way that only they could ever possess. “Kuro, what’s wrong?”

It had to be done. It had to be done it had to be.

Raising his head, Kuroo made to hold Kenma’s gaze – but as soon as those golden eyes locked with his, he found himself unable to hold them, to look into them without remembering the countless moments they had been trained on him, as they whispered that they loved him, loved him endlessly and fully, would love him forever.

“Kenma –“ nails digging into wrists and a deep breath. “Kenma. I’m dying.”

The soft breath at his side stuttered, a small, shocked sound in it’s place. A few oppressive moments of silence, and their voice broke in once more.

“Kuroo – I – Kuroo … how? Why?”

Gaze firmly fixed on his own hands, Kuroo found himself pulling out the spiel he himself had heard so often.
“Cancer. It’s in my brain.” A soft tap of a fist against his own skull as he continued. “It’s – it’s pretty large. I haven’t been responding to the treatment. There’s a 91% chance it’s terminal. I likely only have another year, if I’m lucky to get that far.”

He felt like laughing, screaming, rising to his feet and running. Beside him, Kenma was silent, shallow breaths dancing in and out of hearing. When they finally spoke, it was with a shaking voice and a trembling hand fisted into his shirt.
“How long. How long have you known? Why are you telling me now?”

Kuroo could hear their plea, to turn around to look at them, laugh, say it was all a silly joke.
He couldn’t meet their eyes.

“7 months and counting. I didn’t want to hurt you for longer than need be. I’m telling you now because this – “ a gesture at the thick, black hair that fell across his eyes, “ – it’ll be gone soon. The medication they use – hair falls out. I figured that would be a little hard to hide.”

The grip on his shirt tightened, tugging.
“Kuro. Please, look at me. Please,”

Biting his lip, he did as they asked, turning shining eyes to meet theirs. The tears silently rolling down their cheeks made him wish he hadn’t. Silently, he leant in, arms encircling them, pulling them into him.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s going to be okay. I’m okay.” He whispered into their shoulder. It was a blatant lie – this was by far the least okay he had ever been. But sometimes empty sentiments are all you can offer someone.

WTH??? NOO????? POOR KUROKEN???? SOBS A LOT FALLS OFF A BUILDING MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN

Reference to vague self-harm, purple-prosey?, potential unreality triggers, 1075w

*

You do not learn from your mistakes.

When he tells you every move to make you believe him; when he tells you you are best unseen, you do not hesitate and believe him. He is red and you watch him. He takes you under and out.

You do not forgive him when he takes the only pure thing you've ever known away. But as the years progress, you remember the words he has told you, embrace them, take them by the minute and weave them through your fingers. You find new red, new gold, and you do not feel selfish when his words echo behind your ears again. But you, you still feel him, through your veins and fingertips and the sweat dripping behind your knees.

As soon as the buzzer goes off you can see the light disappear from his eyes. He has been conquered - but you, you are not the conquerer. You are the destroyer, the thief, and you remember you have no light either. He had once told you your strength was just that. You wonder if he believes it of himself.

At the time, you pull the other aside and try to get a good look at him. Try to get a good look at yourself. He had said that you were the same, that the other was better even - but you are the one who has stolen his darkness before he ever had a chance to extinguish the light. He glares at you under the restroom lights and demands, What the hell are you looking at, and you say, You, because he is he and you are you and you think that if the tiles stop reflecting, fluorescent faded from view, that not much would be different.

(You try it and you hate the way he kisses, almost exactly like you, bitter and ruined and like his cock, and you begin to have second thoughts.)

*

You have tried to separate the two, to see the red from the gold. As the days pass you grow weary and hate your father. The past feels like a ghost, the present a cloud you can't see through your own light.

Once upon a time you worked for something that you could touch. At the time, sport was something that touched your fingertips, not deep down inside where the mirror could break at any moment and shatter the facade you've built up for yourself. You encountered spirits that told you how your brain worked, when the world would end, when losing was a peace of mind and winning was climbing a mountain. Now losing is being buried six feet underground, and winning is, for a second, forgetting to breathe.

You break off your wings and try not to cry.

Every moment on the court is waking up. Every moment off the court is a nightmare, a limbo that can't be erased from your memory. Sometimes you try to bite the skin off your teeth, the blood from your hangnails. Instead the world turns and your blood runs hot while you are asleep, jolting you in a sweat as soon as your feet touch the ground.

He lets you decide how to fuck him and your sweat turns cold, for a second. He does not touch you as you guide your hips down on him, watching him grunt, maybe wanting him to scream. But you are not too hard because your hands are shaking and the ice sleets through you and pricks behind your eyes. You want to believe he is himself, he is someone else, he is you - but your head spins with silver and you don't know who you are.

*

On your worst days you believe the rumors, whispers that you've never heard, that you are second-rate. You are skin and bone and nothing more than the fog sweeping by ankles. He picks you up like truck tires on a dirt road and makes you believe that there is meaning in falling asleep.

He gusts into you with side along glances and finger brushes promising sex. You take them and do not mind his teeth against your ear, like he is trying to learn every part of you, absorb you. The world around you speaks of him like he is a god taming the others, but he grips onto your shoulders and rides hot on your cock. You are the water under his fingertips. He draws out your highest tides.

He talks of victories and summer mornings and shogi. You believe him when he tells you that you are first, you are better, and you cover his whimpers with your mouth and let him bite into you. You spend lunches alone fantasizing about what ifs and maybes and skulls buried deep underground, under his skin. You touch him like he might break and he fucks like he wants to break.

You are close to holding his hand when you realize you are not first, or second, and royalty sounds more like the stories your mother used to tell you to get you to fall asleep. You wish you were asleep, the way you see their gazes meet, sun against moon, and you are the side the sun forgets about. You want to say, Hey, I'm here now - but are you? Or are you only what he wants you to be, what you wished you were?

As soon as the illusion breaks, and you watch him split, you wonder if he has ever been there at all. Or if he has been somewhere else, with him, thinking that he is you when you are already gone. You run to the restroom and try to forget that he's ever been there, that you thought you could compete, and you splash water on your face and want to dig your nails into your bones.

A door opens.

You try not to turn around, but you hear the soft whisper of your name, in a tone that already knows you. You want to spit out tobacco, but you keep your mouth closed as you are told are you okays and half-asleep apologies and stories that will keep you awake. There is a hand on your cheek and you have you remind yourself that you are not looking into a mirror. That when you try to see hate and all you get is pity, that the face you are looking at is not you.

omfg I LOVE THIS I'M LAUGHING BIRBS, OIKAGE AS BIRBS, DID THEY GO TO A BIRB SCHOOL

Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya or Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara (Yowamushi Pedal)

A: Why didn’t [he] make that play? Score for once!
B: Score what? A touchdown?
A: Score more points to win the game! Bengels is over there making the worst calls.
B: Bengels? Just tell me the team name, or the sport, I don’t know what -
A: Come on, Bengels! Get loose!
B: What does Bengels mean???

- YouTuber kyle (0:45)

Edited 2015-06-01 12:19 (UTC)

ohohoh too bad I'm in the team and i can't do anything for this... sheesh :/

Btw, nice pic XD

aomine daiki/aomine daiki, yes selfcest, knb

"the only one who can ~~defeat~~ bang me is me" --aomine daiki

MICHEY

HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE THROWS SELF OUT THE WINDOW I LOVE THESE BABIES PLEASE KISSS??? I WANT HINATA AND YACHI TO KISS

Oikawa Tooru/ Kise Ryouta (Haikyuu & KNB)

I confess, I woke up like this
All this drank in my cup like this
All this ass on that flawless dick
Instagram another flawless pic
- Flawless, Beyoncè and Nicki Minaj

sorry not sorry, I have a soft spot for pretty boys :3

Ryuugazaki Rei/Toudou Jinpachi (Free! & Yowamushi Pedal)

"You look like a woman who appreciates the finer things in life. Come over here and feel my velour bedspread." - Zapp Brannigan, Futurama

Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi (Yowamushi Pedal)

"Excellent! Let's hang out in the nude! Don't hesitate! Take off your clothes!!" - Ishimaru Kiyotaka, Dangan Ronpa (as translated by orenren on Something Awful)

WOW

Manga Spoilers

804 words

Makishima often found himself in awkward situations. Such as not knowing how to talk to people, not knowing how to not act socially awkward, not smiling the way people normally do, and all that combined together while being in one of Toudou’s social events.

This time it was a party. It was not a huge one, and to his dismay, it was his own farewell party and he did not even want to have one. But Toudou insisted of ‘giving Maki-chan the best memories before going to England’, which was probably getting wasted and having a heavy hangover the next day.

Seeking for fresh air and a break from all the noises upstairs, Makishima walked down the staircase of the place they booked and opened the door to the back garden. It was hot as it was supposed to be in the summer, the noise of cicadas filled the humid air of the night.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly and sitting down, he stared at the open sky. It was dull, nothing was really new, expect for the fact that the sky in Hakone countryside was much clearer than that of the city. If you looked hard enough you could almost see the stars shining beside the moon. It was not a beautiful scenery to begin with, but it brought his mind at peace.

“Maki-chan? Are you here?”

The silence was soon interrupted by a familiar voice, which was coming towards his direction. No doubt it was Toudou, because he was the only one who called Makishima ‘Maki-chan’ for starters (sometimes Arakita did just to annoy him), and he was also probably the only who would notice Makishima’s absence in two minutes.For some reason Makishima was not particularly annoyed by the fact that Toudou ditched everyone to come find him.

Sitting next to him on the park bench, Makishima watched as the light from the lamppost - the only source of light in the pitch darkness - shone on the crown of Toudou’s head, making him seemingly and somewhat holy and sacred.

“What’s the matter?” Toudou asked him, referring to the fact that he sneaked out of the party to be by himself, as always.

“Nothing’s the matter.”

“Do you wanna go back inside?”

“Not really.”

“Then I’ll sit here with you,” Toudou offered with a bright smile.

“You already did,” Makishima remarked, rolling his eyes. The bench was never two small for two people, so he could not complain.

“Are you excited?” Toudou asked, taking a drink from the soda can he brought outdoors. “You must be really looking forward to England.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Maki-chan, I’m serious, remember to-”

“Text you when I arrived, text you when I meet my brother, and text you when I get home so we can video chat,” Makishima recited from heart in monotone. “I remember.”

Toudou had been nagging him about this almost everyday, even if there was still a week left before he board the plane. But he could not say he hated about that, either.

It was just that sometimes he wondered why Toudou insisted on clinging on to him.

“When will you come back?” Toudou asked. It was not the first time he asked this question, but Makishima knew that he just wanted the same answer over and over again.

“I’ll be back next summer to watch the race, and then I’ll stay, maybe for a couple of weeks, but nothing’s settled yet.”

“I’ll wait for you to come back,” Toudou promised. “No matter how long, I’ll wait.”

“Look, Toudou,” Makishima turned to him and said. “Maybe I can’t be…that, for you.”

Even though discreet and indirect, Toudou immediately understood what he meant.

“Why?”

“Maybe you’re just confused,” Makishima said, smiling self-deprecatingly. “You should be with a girl; you can do much better, trust me.”

“Yeah, maybe I can,” Toudou said. “But I don’t want to be with anyone else, expect for you.”

“I’m weird.”

“I’m weird, too,” Toudou said, hinting at his headband.

“You’re good with people.”

“There’s nothing good about that, sometimes.”

“There’s nothing good coming out from being with me,” Makishima told him.

“Don’t say that.”

“You know it’s true,” Makishima retorted. “You are just being-”

Toudou leaned forward and caught his last words with a kiss. He held Makishima’s cheeks in his palms, so careful and gentle as if it was the most precious thing that ever laid in his hands.

“You are beautiful,” he said. “But if you insist on yourself being weird, we can just be weird together.”

“But why me?” Makishima turned away, feeling his face turning red from the compliment.

“Because,” Toudou said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You are Maki-chan.”

cOZ........................

I AM BEGGING EVERYONE

TABLO IS MY FAV

PLEASE WRITE ME SOMETHING OR DRAW ME SOMETHING I'LL LOVE FOR THIS ;A;

no major content warnings, poem, 40 lines, 178 words

(I'm a little worried that this doesn't fit your prompt 100% fully ;;;;; but them racing was immediately what I thought of when I read the prompt ;;;;)

“I love you”
The words slip out
and climb toward your swaying back
as sweat drips in my eyes
and makes you glow
like the light you are in my life.

I
you say
with every extra pedal
with every scream of my name
with every pebble that your wheel sends flying into my face

Love
you say
shoulder bumping into mine
handlebars bashing together
cleats banging and nearly throwing us off our bikes

You
you say
cresting the peak together
eyes strictly on the goal
not letting up one single centimeter

And as we cross the makeshift marker together
All you do is
glance over with a smirk
and reach out a hand

You wait for my fingers
to slip into yours
to turn back forward
as we begin our descent

And as the wind rushes past our ears
and your fingers tighten in mine
I can hear your voice
like a whisper in my ear

“This was only the first mountain.
We still have
Many
left to go”

And I can’t help but
Smile
and agree.

I only did this part pls don't kick me out ~~i can only think about this im~~

(*very dangerous, don't do this during a race)

Edited 2015-06-01 13:13 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Bonus Round 1: Quotes

Re: Prompt: Team Haikyuu!!

Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

Re: PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

Re: PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

FILL: TEAM HINATA SHOUYOU/KOZUME KENMA, T

Re: FILL: TEAM HINATA SHOUYOU/KOZUME KENMA, T

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, R

Re: FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI,G

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: PROMPT: Team Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga/Kise Ryota/Kuroko Tetsuya

no subject

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

Re: FILL: TEAM HINATA SHOUYOU/KOZUME KENMA, G

PROMPT: TEAM AOMINE DAIKI/ KAGAMI TAIGA/ KISE RYOUTA/ KUROKO TETSUYA

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

FILL: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO, RATED G

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G

FILL : TEAM Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, G