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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 GRANDSTAND
"I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown
My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall"
- "Heavy in your Arms" by Florence + The Machine
FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T
1300 wc. of "why did i do this why did i do this why did i d"
BECAUSE I SHIP TIHSI AND WILL ACCEPT THIS AS A PROPER REASON TO WRITE IT.
ALSO I DEFINITELY JSUT WENT MY OWN WAY WITH THE PROMPT IM SORRY
He always leaves first.
It’s instinctive, something Tsukishima jumps the gun on because he doesn’t want to be the one left behind, left reeling from the aftershock, wondering when it went wrong—wondering what went wrong, if anything at all. It’s a muted sort of paranoia born from reading people constantly, from reading people too well. The little quirks, mannerisms, fill his mind and before he knows it, he can figure out what someone wants from him before they can find out for themselves.
So he leaves. It’s easy. It’s simple. He clears his mind of stray thoughts, empties his entire ribcage of every fucking wasted memento and uses his own two legs to walk out. His bones have always been rigid, muscles have always been stiff—it isn’t hard for him to keep from looking back (so he leaves, leaves just like that).
When Tsukishima is twenty-one, his brother gets engaged. When he is twenty-two, his brother gets married. He can count the failed relationships he’s been in on both hands by then (and he can remember every name, every laugh, every single kiss too) and he holds his breath when his brother talks to him about commitment, about soulmates, about finding the one.
It’s hardly defeat when Tsukishima figures there aren’t enough deities in this world to grant every single person with the one. It’s only defeat when Tsukishima realizes he might still be looking.
(The first ends with a misunderstanding, and that’s really where it all begins. But he sees them falling in love with someone else before they manage to realize. So he leaves, gives them the push in the right direction and blocks their name, their number, pretends to delete their dumb pictures.
The following are messier, harder. There are still some words he thinks he shouldn’t have said, maybe some things he shouldn’t have done. In his second year of university, he crashes into an almost forgotten face from a volleyball game seared into the very back of his memory and tries not to laugh.
“You piss me off,” he says while Tsukishima’s cheeks flush from alcohol and other bad decisions. Laughter, he remembers it. Louder than necessary, almost reedy.
That one ends the same. He leaves when he thinks it might end in flames.)
-
“You still piss me off,” Tendou says, like that’s a proper greeting to someone you haven’t seen in years. He looks smug as he props his arm up at the bar and rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, gaze never once leaving Tsukishima’s face. “You’re even more sullen than I remember you being.”
“Please don’t talk like you’re familiar with me,” Tsukishima says plainly, sipping idly at his drink, pursing his lips and setting his gaze forward.
“Please don’t talk like you’re familiar with me,” Tendou repeats, in a tone too mocking to belong to a twenty-something wearing a business suit. “Don’t you ever get tired of being so closed off? That’s a thing you’re supposed to grow out of, allegedly. You know, that angsty teen phase.”
Tsukishima rolls his eyes.
“Hey, you piss me off,” Tendou repeats, “but I guess it means something if that’s still a thing—our thing.”
He freezes, holds his drink mid-air and turns his head to look at Tendou, to frown at him. “Our thing?” he echoes.
Tendou is pensive but hardly affected. “You’re right. That sounds cheesy as hell.” A pause. “Oh? What? Did I actually get to you that time? Stir up some fond old memories about when you used to piss me off?”
People are easy to read: they’re open books, pages filled from corner to corner with looming script about them, their essence. Tsukishima is not easy to read, has never been easy to read; he’s never felt compelled to go out of his way to let others in and he figures in some fucked up sense, that’s perfectly fine too because Tendou’s never needed an invitation.
“Shut up,” he says.
“No snarky comeback. I’m going to take that as a win for me,” Tendou says cheerfully. He shakes the ice at the bottom of his glass and stares forward, at the bottles lining the wall in front of them.
The bar’s almost empty—it usually is—and Tsukishima can’t help but wonder what cruel god decided it’d be funny to bring Tendou back into his life on a whim. He’s complaining, he thinks, but deep down, he knows he isn’t. Anticipation is something he’d like to dispel from his system, maybe to save himself from assured disappointment, but he’s almost waiting for Tendou to yank him out of his own head to shake him free of the negativity he’s been tattooing against his veins.
“You left without saying a word, yeah? What an asshole. Annoying.”
Tsukishima is quiet, distracting himself with the half-depleted liquor in his glass.
“Not going to say a word now either, huh?” Tendou’s expression sobers; his trademark smile (distant, hazy) still lingers but his gaze steels. “So caught up in being miserable, you thought you’d save me the trouble of dealing with you. You’re an asshole.”
“You said that already,” Tsukishima replies.
Tendou grins. “Yeah, well, can’t say it enough. You’re an asshole for leaving and an asshole for not saying it now.”
“Saying what now?”
There’s a sullen frown on Tendou’s face now, childish downward tugs of the corners of his lips as he narrows his eyes. “Seriously?” he says with a sigh before crunching on a cube of ice lackadaisically. “I can tell so you might as well say it—you missed me, didn’t you?”
(Tsukishima Kei can no longer count his failed relationships on just two hands. He can remember every single one of them, from the cadences of their laughter to the sensation of their kisses. He can’t lie to Tendou and he knows it too—he might have missed him always swooping in to fill the gaps Tsukishima left behind; he might have missed him reading expressions, taking silence for answers, and weaving Tsukishima in the carefully left spaces of his life. He might have missed Tendou the most.)
“Stubborn too,” Tendou says with a hoot. “Fine, don’t say it. Be a brat. I already know. You missed me, Kei, and since you’re being so very talkative, I’ll reward you by telling you I missed you too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tsukishima says briskly, maybe in vain.
“Don’t ask for the impossible.”
The silence that sits between them is both stifling and familiar. Tsukishima is quiet as he slides his phone across the bar table to Tendou, wordless.
Tendou glances up from his long-empty glance at Tsukishima before laughing. “You think I want to get back in touch after you left me like that?” he asks incredulously, but Tsukishima can already see the way his fingers are curling around the phone out of the corner of his eyes. “Well, you’re right. Man, you still piss me off with how you know everything about everyone.”
He could correct Tendou, let him know kindly that it’s the complete opposite if they’re being realistic but he’s preoccupied with trying to hide the faint smile on his lips as he divides four years into days and wonders if that’s the answer to finding what he’s looking for.
“Don’t pull a fast one on me again,” Tendou says warningly, “or at least—you know, drag me down with you. I might prefer that.”
This time, he doesn’t leave first; he doesn’t leave alone.
-
He is twenty when Tendou laces their fingers together for the first time and squeezes Tsukishima’s hand like it’s nothing, like it’s easy. He is twenty when he finds himself thinking that it might just be as simple as that.
(He is twenty-four when Tendou grabs him by the tie and pulls him forward to kiss him, fierce and confident, like it’s nothing, like it’s easy. He is twenty-six when he kisses back like it might just be as simple as that.)
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T
TENTSUKKI READING EACH OTHER SO EASILY!!! TENDOU NEVER NEEDING AN INVITATION!!!!!1 TSUKKI ALWAYS LEAVING FIRST!!!!
HONESTLY I WAS THINKING THIS PROMPT WAS KINDA :/// BUT AHS;LDKJFDSKMFD,VNCBAJKFDKSLFK YOU FILLED IT SO WELL
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YOUR WRITING IS SO LOVELY THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!