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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]
|
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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
βIt is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.β
β Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes
FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G
985 words
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Received 10:45PM
Kinjou-san. I have something important to ask you.
Sent 10:46PM
What is it?
The phone rings immediately afterward, and Kinjou isn't surprised to see Imaizumi's name light up his screen. "Hello," he says. "You don't usually call."
"It's important," Imaizumi says. "I thought it better to call."
"I see." Kinjou leans back in his chair, allowing himself a slight smile. "I'm listening."
There's a beat of silence before Imaizumi says, "I was accepted to Yonan."
"Congratulations," Kinjou replies, not disguising the warmth in his voice.
"Th...thank you very much." Imaizumi coughs softly. "Since we're attending the same school, I was wondering if you were looking for a roommate."
Kinjou glances out the window. He lives on the second story and he can see the last blush of sunset through the trees, the way the dark is already shot through with streetlights. It's not a bad view, he thinks. Imaizumi would probably like it here. "Why me?" he asks. "I'm not the only person you know at Yonan, and there are dormitories."
Imaizumi doesn't respond at first. Kinjou waits him out.
"I didn't want to stay in the dormitory," he starts. "It's expensive, and I couldn't...it's noisy. I wouldn't be able to focus. Besides, I wanted..." the embarrassment is clear in Imaizumi's voice. "I enjoy your company, Kinjou-san. I would prefer to live with you."
Kinjou glances around the room he uses as an office. He doesn't have many things here; a desk, some bookshelves, a clock ticking gently on the wall. It wouldn't be hard to clear everything out.
"You're welcome here," he says.
--
Imaizumi doesn't have many belongings, either. A dozen shirts; a blanket that seems hand-made, baby blue, which is folded neatly into the closet until the temperature drops. The heaviest boxes are full of biking supplies, books, and DVDs.
His bike finds a home beside Kinjou's on the rack by the front door, and for a moment Kinjou has a flash of nostalgia for Sohoku's club room.
He settles a heavy hand on Imaizumi's shoulder, saying nothing, and watches Imaizumi's cheeks glow pink at the touch.
--
It's quiet.
Kinjou is on the sofa when Imaizumi slips into the living room, a waft of steam rising from his coffee mug. He's reading on his tablet, glasses settled low on his nose as he scrolls through page after page with flicks of his index finger.
Imaizumi is a creature of habit, like Kinjou; they make good roommates. Kinjou doesn't have to look up from his studies to know that Imaizumi will move into the kitchen next, use the leftover hot water to make tea for himself, and cobble together a breakfast of clear miso soup and leftovers from last night's dinner (today is fish and rice and pickled vegetables).
He makes enough for two and doesn't call when he's finished. Kinjou knows to come over when the soft noises cease.
Imaizumi doesn't waste. He saves takeout containers to bring lunch when he goes riding, he buys new ink cartridges for his pens instead of throwing them out. It's not a frugality borne out of having to make do with nothing, but there's something about it that goes hand in hand with his preference for silence. He hates mess and clutter, prefers simplicity and things that last.
When breakfast is done, they wash the dishes - Kinjou takes the sponge, so Imaizumi dries and places them back in their proper places in the cupboard. There's no dishwasher, and no room for a drying rack. They find they have no reason to need either.
Imaizumi doesn't hum or make small talk. He focuses on the task at hand, handling each glass with deft care, squinting to make sure that each one is truly clean and dry before putting it away. He lifts each plate carefully from Kinjou's hands, glancing at Kinjou only now and then.
Imaizumi glances at Kinjou a lot. He always has, even when he was a first year. At that time Imaizumi did it to size him up, or read his mood, but now it's a simple look, with nothing behind it. Imaizumi looks at Kinjou the way a compass needle looks for north, as a steadiness to orient by, making sure that Kinjou is in his place so that Imaizumi can settle into his.
When Kinjou returns to the sofa, slipping headphones on while he reads, Imaizumi takes a place beside him. He has a tendency to tuck his feet up on the couch, an unexpected glimpse of childishness like the soft bunny t-shirts he still wears.
Imaizumi has a lean economy of motion when he bikes. When he's out of the saddle he doesn't fidget or wander, and sitting next to Kinjou every morning is a deliberate choice. Kinjou knows it, and also knows that it takes some amount of courage to do it, a boldness like when Imaizumi drives his way to first place because he knows he deserves the quiet place at the front of the pack.
Imaizumi's hand is close beside Kinjou's, resting on the mattress of the sofa. Kinjou can feel the weight of his attention on their hands, though he never glances down. Imaizumi licks his lips, his eyes darting to the corners of the room, the burden of his thoughts clear from the furrow of his brow.
Kinjou, too, prefers simplicity; he has always chosen the straightest path when he could. "Here," he says, slipping his hand into Imaizumi's. "Is this better?"
Imaizumi tenses. Kinjou doesn't look at him or move his hand. Their fingers remain loosely locked together, palms warming the small space between them.
He's rewarded in time with Imaizumi's quiet, relieved exhale. "Kinjou-san," he hears. It's a whisper. "Yes."
Re: FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G