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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!
PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on." ― John Keats
FILL: TEAM TACHIBANA MAKOTO/YAMAZAKI SOUSUKE, G
633 words.
A bit of fluff for my son and son-in-law.
When was it that Haru knew?
When was the presence of the other a weight that couldn’t be done without, that kept the heart tethered in the chest, kept breath in the lungs, blood rushing through the veins?
When did Makoto become his life?
Green eyes flicker under closed eyelids as he sleeps next to Haru.
Through the open window of their first shared apartment in Tokyo, the moon shines down on the sleeping boy’s face, barely lighting it up. The moon in Tokyo is so different from the one in Iwatobi. It looks lost here, stranded in the overly lit sky above the city, a solitary firefly hovering among daunting skyscrapers, unsure of what to do with itself.
Running his fingers through Makoto’s tousled hair, Haru closes his eyes, and tries to dream the same dream as his lover.
He thinks back on the years they’ve already left behind them. In Iwatobi, during the summer holidays, when Makoto would linger at Haru’s house long after supper, and they’d open the screen door leading into the backyard to sit side by side on the steps, looking up at the moon.
The full moon above the ocean in all its glory.
Makoto’s tired eyes half-closed, as he drifted closer and closer, his head finally finding Haru’s shoulder.
How his skin was lit up by the bright lunar light, how his breath came in waves, like the song of the ocean caressing the shore.
How the first time Haru’s arm found its way around Makoto’s waist, surprised by how well it fit, by how fragile Makoto’s broad frame felt in his embrace.
Half-asleep, Makoto had smiled at him, and Haru knew it was okay, and they were going to stay that way forever. For as long as the moon shone down on the earth.
And the moon shone down like a wish fulfilled, looking down on the two of them, singing a low melody.
The silent song of the moon drifted down to earth on a stray breeze, past the night birds hovering in the air, past the drowsing leaves on slumbering treetops, through the overgrown grass in Haru’s backyard, past the three cats deep in conversation under a patch of heavy-headed sunflowers.
The sweetness of its wordless music surprised Haru as he tangled his fingers with Makoto’s, and woke Makoto up to find himself in Haru’s arms.
That night, the sharp violence of exploding fireworks in the night sky was replaced by a faint harmony only the two of them could hear.
Finally, finally.
Waking up, eyelids lowered as though still in half a dream, Makoto hadn’t pull himself away from Haru.
They’d looked at each other carefully, as if seeing the other for the first time, as if so many whispered secrets from all their years together had led to this moment.
Makoto rested his head back against Haru’s shoulder, without any pretense or hesitation.
And Haru’s lips placed a sweet kiss on the tip of Makoto’s burning ear.
And now, in the first little home they’ve made together, Haru smiles as Makoto mumbles in his sleep. Something about a cat dancing with the moon.
A cloud flutters across the face of the moon, hiding it from view.
In the moment it reappears, it shines as intensely as it did in Iwatobi on that night.
Haru gasps as the moonlight frames Makoto’s face, and he hears the same notes again, from all those years ago, after so long.
And Makoto smiles with his eyes closed, sighing deeply, happily.
As if he’s heard the same notes as Haru.
As if both of them can hear the song the moon gave them on that night in Iwatobi, its melody drifting through the years as they grow older, growing sweeter, leading them on, keeping them together.
FILL: SWAG 2016
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