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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: GRANDSTAND
"and I will reap the locust crop,
'cause I love you like a mountain"
-Like a Mountain, Timber Timbre
FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G
No major content warnings, but does contain mild angst and one mention of spiders. 1173 words.
Makishima watches through the train window as the buildings and concrete thin out, replaced by trees and hills and never-ending green. It’s always odd, he thinks, that leaving the city where he has built his life, travelling to the midsummer gold of the mountain, should feel so much like coming home.
When he reaches the house – small, one room, kitchen and bathroom, made in traditional wood and set into the very foot of the mountain itself – it’s unchanged, untouched from where he’d left it the previous September. He opens the doors and windows, clears out the dust and starts to fill the space with himself again. When he walks the ten minutes to the village to buy food, the villagers greet him as if he never left; just another part of the changing seasons.
It’s the middle of June before he finally gets to climb up into the mountain itself. The heat presses in on him from all sides, but once he reaches the green shade of the forest, everything becomes cool and damp, the rich sweet smell of the soil and trees deep in the back of his throat. He’s been walking for an hour and a half when he sees the tree, its trunk as wide as he is tall, and settles himself against its gnarled roots, sketchbook in his lap.
He draws for a while, then puts the book away and eats the onigiri he brought with him. Then he leans back against the tree, closes his eyes and falls asleep, his skin dappled with sunlight from the gentle movement of the leaves above him.
When he wakes up, someone is watching him.
“You came back, then,” Toudou says, the preternatural depth of his dark eyes never leaving Makishima’s.
“I always do,” Makishima replies, and that’s all it takes.
Toudou is beside him instantly, curling into his side, hands gripping at his clothes, possessive. He has the side of his face pressed to Makishima’s chest, and Makishima pretends he doesn’t know that Toudou is listening to his heartbeat, taking him in as a part of the life and vitality that surrounds them. Part of the mountain.
“I felt it the moment you arrived, of course, Maki-chan,” Toudou says later, leaning back against Makishima the way Makishima had leaned on the tree trunk earlier, Makishima’s hands running absently through his hair. “This is my mountain, and the mountain is me, in equal parts. But I wanted you to come to me, so I would know that you really…”
His voice trails off, but Makishima knows.
The mountain of the summer is both the Eden of the beginning and the paradise of the end at once, and Makishima basks in its glory.
During the days they walk together, hand in hand and step by step through the passing of July. They bathe their feet in icy streams that trickle down from the peak, watching the fish dart around in the water. Toudou tells him stories of the mountain and its inhabitants, and they are surrounded by a constant flurry of creatures; spiders the size of Makishima’s hand which ride on his shoulders just to be closer to Toudou; rabbits which startle at Makishima’s presence, but are then soothed by Toudou’s touch, their fur shining with health in the wake of his hands; lizards which scamper across their path and frogs which call out to them in croaky voices from the branches of the trees.
Once, Toudou summons down a huge crow, feathers shining with the same iridescent purples as Toudou’s hair, and sits with it perched on his wrist for Makishima to draw. Makishima begins to sketch, but as his pencil moves across the paper, he becomes so distracted by the playful smile which dances around Toudou’s lips, that he forgets the bird is there at all.
The August nights are warm enough that sometimes Toudou will tug on his hand and lead him to a clearing, where they lie on their backs and gaze up at the infinite stars, arms pressed together and hands clasped tightly. Toudou’s skin glows in the silver of the moonlight, and Makishima thinks that there is so little about him in these moments that is human, and yet so very much about him that is beautiful. Some nights they kiss and kiss and kiss until the stars and the world and everything outside of their mountain ceases to exist, and then they continue kissing.
A few mornings later, Toudou is angry, and a storm shakes the mountain, thunder booming and lighting forking down, the ground soaked with the warm rain. The villagers talk about how it signals the end of summer, the coming of autumn.
The next day they sit together and eat fruit from the trees that hang heavy with it, warmed by the sun, their hands and mouths soft and sweet and sticky from the juice. Neither of them mentions the storm, or the unstoppable march of the days towards September.
On his last day in the house, Makishima closes it up. He cleans and tidies, packs away his things and shuts the windows and doors. Then he goes again to the mountain.
Toudou meets him at the edge of the forest, and together they climb to the peak, Toudou’s usual chatter silenced for once. Even the animals around them seem quieter today. When they reach the summit, Makishima stands and looks out at the hills and fields and green which surround them on all sides; the mountain full of life stretching out below them to the village, and the grey-black line of the train track which slices through the landscape. In the distance, the city waits.
They sit back to back, Makishima’s little finger hooked over Toudou’s, and talk about all the things which they cannot say while facing each other.
“I never want to leave the mountain, Jinpachi. But my life is in the city, too.”
“I always tell myself I won’t ask you to stay, and I always do it anyway. Stay.”
Makishima sighs into the early-autumn air.
“You know I can’t, Jinpachi.”
“I do.” Toudou tilts his head back against Makishima’s, looking up at the sky. “I’ve been here since long before you started coming, and I’ll still be here long after you’ve left this world. I will never move, and never leave. But this means that I’ll always be here for you to come back to, no matter how far away you go. The mountain and I will always be your home.”
They stay there for a few more hours, then, slowly, they stand and begin their descent.
The air conditioning on the train is too cold, unnatural. Makishima thinks about the friends and family, the job and the life which he is returning to, and not the one he is leaving behind. He chooses a seat which faces backwards, and watches the mountain grow smaller and smaller in his vision, until it vanishes from sight.
He pulls his jacket closer around him, and thinks about the next summer.
Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G
Oh, my heart. I love this beautiful, more mellow Toudou, still so chatty and tempestuous at times (and childish, there's something so delightfully Toudou when he presses his face into Makishima's chest), but his maturity as a god gives him so much more; I love that Makishima is distracted by him.
This was so soft and sweet. ;A;
Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G
I wasn't 100% sure that I'd been able to carry their characterisations across to that AU, so hearing you say that is really reassuring :D
Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G
thank you! <3
Re: FILL: Team Makishima Yuusuke/Toudou Jinpachi, G
Thank you!!