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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: SWAG 2016
(Anonymous) 2015-12-29 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)implied character death
They sit quietly on the green hillside high above the city and watch as their world ends.
Oikawa hadn’t cried, not this time, not like when they were still much too young and everything had felt like it would never be enough. It still hadn’t been enough, but the wind is dry on his face and so are his eyes, burning white and incandescent in the dark, and his head is crowned in the thin yellow brilliance of plasma and neon, electric.
Space is like a halo around them, empty, there are no eyes on them here so high above the valley, and there is only Iwaizumi left by his side to see him into the night.
Another star falls; small, quiet, and then a luminous burst as it drops below the horizon. It had been a young star, slow to burn to fullness, but fierce when it did. Part of a binary system, and Oikawa feels the ache in his chest deepen; there’s a softness there, that the star had lasted so long after its partner had fallen first, a blaze of beautiful white fire spread across the sky.
Oikawa breathes in smoke and flame, feels another painful spark burn against the cage of his ribs; when he lifts a hand to his chest, he feels the roughness there. Ah.
The city continues to burn, and the air smells of ozone and earth. Iwaizumi sits silent in the grass, legs stretched out and head turned toward the sky; the wind has already dried the sweat in his hair to rough spikes, and his armour lies useless and dented in pieces by his feet, a scatter of iron that has never touched the unmoving earth till this late spring evening. His sword was lost a long time ago and his hands are marked by lines, the thick white of badly healed scars, the red of angry bruises and cuts; a map of every blow he took to make his way back to Oikawa’s side.
“Remember when we found our way home by that star," Oikawa says, as it falls, too. They watch as the shadow of black demons rise from the ground and snatch at the light where it trails down low into the green leaf hills of their home. The meteor shower would be beautiful, if not for the city burning, and Iwaizumi quietly puts his hand in his.
"And that'll be Shigeru," Oikawa says lightly, breath held as they watch. Over the hills a binary is burning too quick and hot, bright blue in the dark with only a mad half-demon at his side. "They're in good hands," Iwaizumi says, and when Oikawa sighs, slumps a little with the brightness of the crown he still wears, Iwaizumi lets Oikawa lay his head down in his lap. To help him with the weight of it, he thinks, as the gentle light bleeds into Iwaizumi’s fingers where they’re threaded through the strands of Oikawa’s soft brown hair.
Sparks rise, sparks fall; and they watch as fire draws the line of six constellations in the sky.