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Bonus Round 1: Quotes
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!
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)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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!
FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo, G
Most of them don’t stick around for long.
After all, a high schooler walking along the riverbank, bouncing around a volleyball and talking to himself? Just walk right along, nothing to see here.
Don’t look people like that in the eye, the parents say as they usher their children along, not unless you want them to start talking to you too.
Hinata shrugs off their inquisitive gazes. Like always.
If they don’t feel up to getting to know him more, that’s their choice.
He’s comfortable enough on his own, at least like this.
It’s around which point that he decides to kick the volleyball straight up in the air, sailing it so far up his eyes get caught somewhere in the sunset’s glow.
By the time Hinata sees the ball land and hears a gurgled yelp and a thump, he’s frozen in place.
He didn’t mean for that to happen—
Oh god, what if he just gave that poor kid brain damage?
By the time he’s startled into running right over to go check on the hapless kid he just smacked square in the forehead, Hinata’s sweating way worse than he ever has at the worst of Coach Ukai’s practice sessions from hell.
“Holy crap on a— you okay?! H-Hey!” Hinata’s not sure whether to shake or stare at the other teen (it takes him several once-overs to realize it’s not a ‘kid’ he’s looking at isn’t much younger or older than he is) for any signs of bruises or worse. “If you can understand what I’m saying, shake your head once!”
“Mmmgh--” Mihashi groans, sitting up and kicking his bike off his legs.
Aaaand comes face to face with a very exuberant stranger, leaning over him and arms moving frantically in all directions.
“I— I’m fine!” he shouts, scrambling to his feet and lifting up his bike, which may have sustained a few scratches in the process.
The start of a frown, and then – easing back once he sees the other boy moving about without trouble – Hinata backs off.
“Well, s’long as you’re sure.” He reaches over to retrieve his fallen volleyball, glaring at it briefly in hopes it would get the message.
When he looks back up, however, he notices something that catches his attention at once.
“Oh, hang on a sec! Is that a...baseball?” At the frightened-looking teen’s flinch and owlish stare back, Hinata offers his most disarming smile, the kind he’s used on Natsu and her little friends on their playdates more than enough times before. “You play sports too?”
Sports? Mihashi’s head perks up. Oh, right -- volleyball. He must be a player.
Mihashi fidgets with the baseball in his hand. “B-Baseball!” he says, staring up at the stranger with wide eyes. “I … I pitch!”
He stares at the volleyball wrapped under the boy’s arm, wondering how the mechanics of a bigger ball works.
“Pitching, huh...that’s where you’re in the middle of everything, throwing the ball, right?” While Hinata’s never been much for the sport, he does know the basics well enough. Baseball’s a big thing for his uncle and aunt, at least, so he’s gone to a couple of games during the season as a child. “That sounds pretty awesome! I play volleyball— oh, well.” He follows Mihashi’s wandering eyes to what’s tucked between his elbow and side, a touch sheepish. “Guess you knew that already, though.”
“Volley...ball!” he says, mouth stretching wider into a grin. “That’s really cool!”
Since there’s plenty of pauses in the conversation they’ve struck up, the redhead takes a moment to observe.
Observes, like he always does meeting new people, what’s interesting about this boy who talks like a foreigner.
Or maybe he is a foreigner? It’s not just his sandy hair or the unusual glow to those big eyes.
Observes, Hinata notices right away, his verbal tics and his soft voice gives way to wild gestures.
Observes how curious this character he’s made an acquaintance out of, but not a bad person.
As far as Hinata can tell, anyway.
“So,” the long lapse of silence turns the wing spiker to awkward speech, as he realizes for the first time in the conversation, “what’s your name, pitcher?”
In the middle of everything – Mihashi tilts his head, mouth wide. Like, the game starts when Abe gives me signs, right?
At least, that’s what he thinks: the anticipation before each pitch, the knowledge that the runners will run and the batter will attempt to connect, and then will freeze and restart all over again.
Wait, did he ask for a name, too? “M...Mihashi Ren!”
“And...” After a brief spell of bewilderment, Hinata recalls what he said earlier – beaming, because the other boy’s taken a genuine interest in what he plays. “Yeah, volleyball’s the best!”
“So,” he hums, thoughtful, as he hears a name at last, “Mihashi...-san...? Wait, are you cool with me calling you just ‘Mihashi’ or are you-- aaahhh, never mind.” One look over the panicked expression on Mihashi’s face and Hinata decides he’ll forego honorifics for now.
“I’m Hinata Shouyou, by the by. You can call me Hinata or Shouyou or...whatever works for you, I guess?” He tries that smile again, the same one that got a response out of Mihashi the first time. “But yeah, nice to meet you, Mihashi.”
“Hinata-kun?” Mihashi asks, fidgeting on either leg.
“What’s up?” Odd, Hinata thinks, how he feels all the more fidgety seeing Mihashi unable to stand still.
“So … can you … serve?” Mihashi’s eyes light up.
Oh, Hinata feels that familiar fizz of a challenge, gleaming bright beneath his diaphragm, now we’re talking.
“Sure thing.” Remembering to talk gentler this time, he finds, is tougher still; he’s excited, way past excited, to show someone outside the team what he can do.
As he steps back – a few extra steps, afterward, just in case he missteps -- he bumps the ball lightly from arm to arm while he talks.
“You want me to serve it to myself or to you?”
Amazing, Mihashi thinks, watching Hinata bounce the ball off his hands and grin.
“Y-You’re not going to … hit me again, right?”
Hinata barely catches the ball in time before his entire face falls.
“What—? OH MY GOD no, noooonono, no way am I gonna let that happen again!” Hinata hopes his anxious tone comes off as reassuring, when he places the ball on the grass briefly to clasp Mihashi’s shoulder. “I’ll serve it to you as careful as I can. And, if it looks like it’s coming at you wrong, you can move away. I won’t get mad.” A sage nod. “Promise.”
“Then – will you … show me?”
Mihashi positively glows, unconsciously throwing the baseball in his hand into the air and letting it fall back down against his palm.
“And … will you teach me?”
The first thing Hinata thinks is Mihashi’s got a good arm.
The second thing comes along with the third: he’s got an even better grip.
The revelation spurs Hinata into action, picking up the ball and scurrying further down the hill, almost to the water’s edge before he waves to Mihashi.
“Ready?” Hinata discovers the third at length, after he calls out to the pitcher from the riverside: Mihashi’s eyes are really big, but they’re big in the sort of cute way. Like a baby chick all but ready to follow whoever it’s imprinted itself upon. “I’ll serve it right to you, so just say the word!”
“S-Serve it to me—” Mihashi stutters, dropping his ball and bike and rushing down to the riverside, where Hinata is throwing the ball into the air and –
Apparently, hurdling it at his face.
Mihashi barely has the time to squeak in surprise before throwing his hands up to catch it before it reaches the tip of his nose.
“Sorryyyyyyy, I got way too excited-- that was way too hard a spike!” He knew, as soon as the ball’s trajectory flew from his palm that was all wrong. From the look on Mihashi’s face, Hinata could tell he was spooked. “You know what? Pretty sure me doing this is doing way worse to your nerves, so—”
Before the damage was irreversible, Hinata trots up to retrieve the ball and places it right into Mihashi’s hands.
Deciding that, while he’s the farthest thing from a teacher, he knows enough about volleyball to know the bare basics are where to start.
“Here! You can get me back now.” Nothing, Hinata knows from direct experience, teaches someone quite like a test in practicality. “I’m gonna go back down the hill so hit it as hard as you can, ‘kay?” Pitchers with good grips like Mihashi, the shorter teen decides, need a chance to show off their skills. “Something tells me that’ll work better, so let me see what you can do!”
“B-But!” Mihashi calls, unsure of how to balance the weight in is palm. “How do I –”
Folding into himself slightly, Mihashi raises his right arm, voice still shaking with uncertainty. A toss, and his eyes are squeezing shut and the ball –
Races downward. Toward Hinata. Nearly directly towards Hinata, flying toward his hands and whoa, Mihashi did it, he really did, and was volleyball always so exhilarating in his mind?
There are no strikeouts, no, but that doesn’t negate the fact that volleyball requires speed just as much as baseball.
It’s so sudden, in fact, that Hinata almost doesn’t catch the ball in time.
“That,” breathes Hinata, the wide-brimmed smile threatening to make his jaw ache for the rest of the evening, “was awesome! Mihashi, you totally nailed that all on your own!”
The excitable boy bounds right for his student before all but tackling him to the ground in celebration.
As for Mihashi, he’s too busy rolling in the grass with Hinata clinging to him to do anything else but laugh.
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