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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 OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
"Giving someone a piece of your soul is better than giving a piece of your heart. Because souls are eternal."
— Helen Boswell
Re: PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
word count: 402
Boop. Boop. Boop.
“Hello? Oikawa-san? Can I ask you to open your eyes for me please…thank you.”
Despite still being crusty from the artificially- induced sleep, Oikawa Tooru was just about able to muster the strength to open up his eyes and look into the light of the torch, held in the nurse’s hand. He let out a soft moan at the intensity of the thing…wait…
“Whr-hgk”, attempts to form some sort of dialogue were lost to him.
What he’d been trying to ask was, what the hell was he doing here and why was he lying in intensive care? He couldn’t recall arriving here…he must have hit his head at some point?
Had he been in an accident of some sort, or had he just collapsed from a heart failure (he’d heard that can happen sometimes out of nowhere in young athletes)? Or maybe…aliens?!
Dying to know, yet extremely exhausted, he drifted off despite himself and foreboding thoughts were shielded from view, like the nurse had shut the door.
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Knocking three times before entering, albeit hesitantly, he found himself alone in the room. With two armchairs situated either side of a low coffee table, the furniture wasn’t as he had expected. On TV and in the movies they presented them like laboratories; clean and professional, with no hint of humanity. But in reality, counselling was about the human, he guessed. And this normal setting must be in some way an effort to comfort him, to make him feel as if he was having a chat with grandma…when actually he would be trying to salvage what was left of his life.
You see the operation had changed a lot of things. He had traded a few things in that operating theatre which he could never reverse. Tirelessly through the night the surgical team had worked to salvage his half-dead body and by George, should he be thankful. But he wasn’t.
One doesn’t often consider the donor when a transplant has been done, we thank them and bless them, but try to not think much of it. Tooru wished he could stop thinking and forget those childhood games. Playing the doctor, his Iwa-chan the patient… laying him out in his sister’s dolly bed and resting an ear on his chest, listening to the pound of his heart. But when that heart was beating so painfully in his own, it was hard to ignore.
Re: FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
Re: FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, T
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For Tooru's ninth birthday, Hajime gives him a jar with nine fireflies inside. He stayed out catching them the night before with his father's help and it had taken longer than he would have liked, but it's completely worth it for the way that Tooru's eyes light up with wonder as Hajime takes him out into the backyard that night and gives him the glowing jar.
"They're so beautiful," Tooru breathes, hugging the jar to his chest and peering down at it with a smile. "Thank you."
Hajime grins, flushing with pride. The idea had been his. Even his father liked the thought of it.
They sit there with the jar at their feet, glowing softly, until they eventually unscrew the lid and watch the bugs fly away. They rest their shoulders against each other as they look up, watching the lights of the fireflies slowly disappear into the night as they fly off.
It's a short-lived gift, Hajime supposes, which is why he'd given Tooru an alien shirt earlier that day, but Tooru doesn't stop talking about it for an entire week, always turning to Hajime with a, hey, do you remember the fireflies—
They grow older, and Hajime stops catching bugs, starts playing volleyball with Tooru instead, but the jar sits in Tooru's room, on Tooru's windowsill, with the same lid that has holes punched into it. Tooru's cleaned it out now, started using it to store things in. He goes through a phase of collecting semi-precious stones and he keeps them all in there, until he gets bored and empties the jar out. He starts folding origami when he's stressed for a while and uses the jar to store those, too. The jar is always there and it always catches Hajime's eye, always makes him smile.
•
On a summer's night when they're fifteen, Tooru turns to Hajime, shoulders bumping, and smiles at him. "Hey, do you remember the fireflies you caught for me, when I turned nine?"
What he means is, I love you, and Hajime hears it, can read between the lines with Tooru better than anyone else can.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "I remember that."
They press their lips together, shy and hesitant. Hajime rests his hand on the back of Tooru's neck, holding him close, fingers curling against his warm skin in a silent, I love you too.
•
By the next summer, they're familiar with kissing each other. They're familiar with the spaces they occupy in each other's lives, the way they fit together like corresponding pieces of a puzzle.
Love is a complicated concept for sixteen year old boys, but they understand it as much as they can, understand the way they feel when they're together, like everything is right, like they can do anything that they want to, as long as they're doing it together.
•
At eighteen, they're panting into each other's mouths, clinging to each other desperately, not wanting to let go because this is the last time for a while, the last time before they part ways and no matter how many plans they make to see each other regularly, to talk to each other regularly, it's still terrifying to both of them.
"I love you," Tooru whispers against Hajime's skin. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
They barely understand love any better now than they did two years ago, but they're trying, they're growing, they're clinging to each other and letting each other go all at once, finding their own footing in the hopes that they'll be steadier when they have each other to lean on once again.
•
Hajime watches Tooru pack his belongings to leave, watches as Tooru packs the old jar, stuffed full of photos of him all of their other friends, full of every goodbye note he's received from his team. It's a jar of memories, and something tugs at Hajime's chest at the thought of that. He never intended for it to hold so much meaning, as a nine year old wanting to impress his best friend for his birthday. He might have given Tooru a jar of fireflies that night, but he must have poured his soul into it at some point, must have entrusted it into Tooru's care. He hasn't been let down since.
Crossing the room, Hajime pulls Tooru into his arms and kisses him firmly, kisses all over his face until Tooru starts kissing back.
"I'm meant to be getting my packing done and you're distracting me," Tooru says lightly, even though his grip on Hajime tightens.
"I know," Hajime clings tighter. "I know, I'm sorry. I just. I love you."
Tooru smiles, but it's tight, pained, sad. "I love you too."
•
At twenty one, Hajime sits in front of the coffee table with an empty jar. It's a new one, not the one that Tooru has on the desk in their study. Tooru's out and won't be back for another hour. Hajime has that long to get this finished.
It's a smaller jar than the one he gave Tooru last time, because what it needs to hold is something smaller, simpler.
He finishes folding the last piece of paper, nodding to himself with satisfaction, and starts putting them into the jar, one by one.
There are more than he can count, and all but one of them say the same thing: I love you
The last one, that he makes sure to put right at the bottom of the jar, unfolded, reads: Marry me.
•
At twenty two, they promise their hearts to each other in a small ceremony with their friends and family. They smile at each other—they've been smiling all day. Hajime's cheeks are beginning to hurt.
They've already had each other's souls for longer than they can even measure.