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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 AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
Additional tags: Nonbinary character
Word count: 673
Cycling is not safe. It was never safe, but now must admit, now they know - they can never pretend it was anything but ever again.
It has made Imaizumi turn away, on more than one occasion. Whether it was how Naruko treats it like a game on the surface, or more shamefully, away from Onoda, even at the offer of a gentle ride to Tokyo. She smiles too easily at the thought of such dangerous hills, such busy roads, as though nothing bad ever happens, and there are too many days they can't bring themself to face that. No one died. Imaizumi knows that. But knowing feels too much like a pretense, unless they could prove it, unless they could put it into action.
They know best.
"Imaizumi."
They know best, so they must stay on the rollers, with a precise timer, without blinking.
"I need you to stop," Kinjou tells them, and when they do not, he allows, "Just for a moment."
Panting, slow and controlled, they say, "I won't go anywhere." The timer beeps, letting them slow from their sprint, and catch his eye. He's still wearing his sunglasses. "You can tell me while I finish this round."
He removes the timer from their handlebars before his glasses, and stands directly in front of them. "If you insist." Kinjou does not smile like Onoda does, instead so often wearing a curve that felt calculated and aware, but when they can see his eyes - there is a gentle concern that they cannot look at directly for long. "How many sessions have you been doing per day, Imaizumi?
They take a long drink from their bottle, knowing exactly how much they have practiced. It's a secret. "I've been doing five on the rollers alone, twenty minutes at a time, outside of what you've assigned." That was the amount they had been doing, before they met Midousuji. It is double that amount now, but Kinjou wouldn't know, and he likely wouldn't notice. He has only known them for the last three months.
Their bottle drops, empty, and he is quick to pick it up and refill it. "You seem worn, lately." Imaizumi stares at the bottle as he talks, and how warm his hands look, before they accept it, careful not to touch him. "I'd prefer you lessen it, if that amount on top of practice is the cause."
"I can't."
He raises an eyebrow at that, and they wonder if there's something he knows that they don't.
"Are you taking care of yourself?"
Both the Kanzakis loved to ask that. "Well enough." It's a tiresome question.
"I see ... are you staying safe?"
That question makes their foot jolt as much as their heart, accidentally clicking out of the pedal, sending their Scott tipping over, as though they were a child, with no clue, no awareness, no right to be on a bike. They are familiar with falling, too aware of it being seen due to a malevolent stranger watching their pace and expression fall, further until they feared they could never stand again. However, Imaizumi knows nothing of being caught.
His arms are not soft, but as they remain against his chest, they realize just how much a person does not need to be to be comfortable. He is sturdy - more so than them - but his hands move at their back and sides with a marked concern that feels far more approachable than they ever thought he could be.
"I ..." Their words come out as ill-practiced as their ability in close encounters. "I'm sorry."
Kinjou's hands withdraw, at their hesitant voice, moving to take not their arm, or their wrist, but rather their fingers in his own. "There's no need to apologize." His voice makes their chest burn, and meeting his eyes makes them clamp their fingers around his. "I understand."
There are too many things he could mean, when he says that.
Imaizumi presses their head against his shoulder, and he repeats himself, softer. "I understand."