Bonus Round 1: Quotes

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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!

Comments

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[ennoshita]

no major content warning, 550 wc.

Shoulders bumping in a busy lecture hall—that’s how they come together. There are no sparks, no slow motion film sequences; there is nothing beyond Daichi glancing up from the floor, apologetic smile on his lips before slipping by, away.

(“Sorry,” he says.

“It’s fine,” he replies.)

It is not the thought that consumes him. Daichi stretches his back, tries in vain to force the generic dormitory desk chair to be more comfortable. His eyes are aching, strained from the dark. The desk lamp keeps flickering and he can just barely make out the sound of Suga shifting in his sleep.

They come and go, the thoughts, the reminders, the jagged pieces of that memory. He will be writing, will be gripping his pencil carefully, because in the first grade his teacher makes him sit in the corner for holding his pencil with his fist; he will be writing, will be squinting at notes he can barely decipher and then he will think.

He will think of shoulders bumping in a busy lecture hall, of a face he can hardly identify, of everything futile and pointless and not worth his time or energy.

And he will remind himself that he has better things to do than linger on the three second interaction he had with a stranger but Daichi is remarkably well-versed in the art of deceiving himself.

-

Eyes meeting in the hustle and bustle of a cramped classroom—that’s how they come together. There is nothing outside of that, outside of him looking up and Iwaizumi looking down. They speak, and Iwaizumi has already forgotten them. He just remembers there were three and for some reason, that’s important.

Oikawa laughs the first time he trips on the treadmill, caught in his own thoughts and tempted by his own negligence. He sees a figure in the distance thinks it might be familiar. He remembers the figure is not supposed to be familiar. And then he stumbles, physically, mentally—he stumbles.

When he fills his ears with manmade white noise and curls up in the innermost corner of the library he thinks about eyes that smiled and shoulders that could carry the world.

He isn’t familiar with this, and if he’s honest, he doesn’t really know what this entails. All he knows is a stranger, nameless and nearly faceless too, just wordless syllables at the back of his mind. Iwaizumi thinks about threads wrapped around his fingertip from the frayed ends of his t-shirt and he thinks about snapping them, tugging them, testing every which way of pressure to see where the midpoint is. He would like to see where he’s supposed to be standing and,

And,

He would like to see if he can see a stranger, nameless and nearly faceless too, from where he stands today and then tomorrow.

-

Fingers tangling in a forgotten hallway—that’s how they come together.

Iwaizumi kisses the hollow of Daichi’s jaw and counts them, counts the number of times he feels Daichi’s pulse through his lips (he counts one for each day they spent wandering apart). He could whisper three things, three words, maybe reenact that first scene—blank but full—but he doesn’t.

“You’re surprisingly affectionate today,” Daichi says teasingly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi replies with a faint smile. “Don’t complain.”

"I don't complain."

That's what I like about you, Iwaizumi does not say aloud. Because if he's being as honest as possible, there's no way to limit it to just that.