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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: Team Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
up all night to pet puppies, 1,921 words
A half-dozen rapid doorbell rings and distant pounding on the front door dragged Iwaizumi out of a dead sleep and the first words that tumbled out of his mouth in a sleep-rough voice were “I’m going to kill your fucking cousin.”
Oikawa whined quietly in the futon beside his and rolled over. The doorbell started ringing again and Iwaizumi lifted his head with a grunt of effort, quickly judged the distance and angle, and landed a swift kick on Oikawa’s ass. “Fucking go answer the door, asshole!”
Oikawa tumbled out of the futon with a shriek and sat up, rubbing furiously at his face and wailing, “You don’t even know it’s Nagisa you jackass!”
“It’s fucking--” Iwaizumi snarled and lunged for his phone, glaring at the painfully bright screen before turning it back off and chucking it at Oikawa. “It’s fucking two a.m., go answer the fucking door!”
He ignored Oikawa’s grumbling and burrowed back down into his futon, dragging the blanket the blanket over his head to muffle the fucking doorbell’s hellish loop. A minute later, he heard the door shriek open and the ringing stop, quickly replaced by the muffled sounds of Nagisa’s shrill panic and Oikawa’s shrill fury.
“Come with me, Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi growled to himself under his blanket. “It’ll be fun, Iwa-chan.We can train on the beach, Iwa-chan. Running on sand is good for building endurance, Iwa-chan. Nagisa-chan’s in high school Iwa-chan, he won’t be any trouble at all. ” Oikawa had only fucking talked about house-sitting for his aunt and uncle, hadn’t even fucking mentioned babysitting his goddamn cousin until he’d introduced them.
He curled tighter in on himself at the sound of footsteps, and only pulled the edge of his blanket down and glared up at Oikawa when he threw the bedroom door open with a bang.
“You know that fat dog Nagisa and his friends found?” Oikawa said, rubbing his eyes slowly near the bridge of his nose the way he did when the club’s first years were being particularly difficult.
“Yeah..?” Iwaizumi answered slowly.
“Well, according to Nagisa-chan it just shat out a puppy, there’s more on the way, and Megane-kun passes out at the sight of blood.”
Iwaizumi stared up at Oikawa for a beat, and then made a helpless, shrugging, ‘what the fuck do you want me to do about it?’ gesture. Oikawa winced.
“I may have told them about your family’s dairy farm. And how you’re always late to morning practice in the calving season.”
Iwaizumi shoved his face into the pillow and groaned, long and drawn out and frustrated, ignoring Oikawa’s babbling attempt to placate him and growing louder and louder until he was just fucking yelling into the pillow.
+
Twenty minutes, three screaming matches and a furious detour through a 24 hour supermarket later, Iwaizumi shoved open the front door to Nanase’s house and just fucking stared.
Nagisa barreled past him with a wail and bolted across the living room to where Rei was laying in the floor, apparently still unconscious and being fanned frantically by a furious Rin, who was yelling at a dazed-looking Haruka standing next to him in an apron and a bathing suit. (Why, Iwaizumi’s brain wailed quietly) Sousuke was sitting seiza in the far corner, watching them all with a strained, vaguely hunted expression, and Makoto burst out of a room down the hallway and came thundering into the living room in actual tears, skidding to a stop in front of Iwaizumi and grabbing the front of his t-shirt in two fists.
“Iwa-ch-- Iwa-san! Thank goodness you’re here, Rei’s the only one who knows anything about animals but he took one look at Maru-hime and fell over, and she was so sweet but now she growls at anyone who tries to pet her and she won’t come out of the closet to eat and she keeps making these noises--”
Makoto trailed off into a wail as Iwaizumi pried his hands off as gently as he could, and a quick glance over his shoulder told him Oikawa was maybe three seconds away from contributing to the chaos, at least if the naked terror in his eyes was anything to go by. Iwaizumi took Makoto by the shoulders gently (Tobio’s stories had made him genuinely believe there couldn’t be anyone more fragile than Karasuno’s ace, and yet here he was) and moved him to one side before dragging in a deep breath and bellowing “Shut the fuck up!”
It was his best kouhai herding voice and it cut through the crying and the yelling like a guillotine, shocking Rin and Nagisa into silence and actually catching Haru and Sousuke’s attention. Makoto squeaked and shrank a bit, and Iwaizumi gave his shoulder a rough, absentminded pat as he glared around the room, and then pointed at Rin.
“Did he hit his fucking head?” He snapped. Rin scowled up at him and cut his eyes at Sousuke.
“I caught him, so no.” Sousuke said quietly.
“Then he’s fucking fine, shut up Hazuki.” Nagisa sniffed wetly and wiped his face on his sleeve. Iwaizumi pointed at Haru next. “Where the fuck are your clothes? No, shut up, I don’t care.” He raked a hand through his hair, then reached behind him and grabbed Oikawa’s arm blindly, dragging him into the room and shoving him at the others. “You stay here and keep them fucking quiet, the last thing the poor dog needs is you assholes making enough noise to wake the whole damn neighborhood while she’s whelping. Fucking hell.”
Iwaizumi wanted another pair of hands on deck, and he usually regarded Sousuke as the sanest of the bunch, but he honestly looked borderline feral at the moment and Makoto was a close second in sanity anyway. His tears were already drying up and he hardly yelped when Iwaizumi spun him around, growled, “Let’s go.” and marched them down the hallway towards the room Makoto had burst out of.
“I’m really so sorry about this Iwa-san--”
“It’s fine,” Iwaizumi sighed, closing the the door behind them and putting them out of earshot of the others. “I get it. This is shit is scary the first time you see it.” He said, crouching down and unpacking the plastic grocery bags. “Most animals are fine on their own though, all we really need to do is sit around and keep an eye out for trouble.” Makoto knelt down beside him and watched him arrange puppy formula, a bulb syringe, dog treats, wet dog food, latex gloves and a small pack of hand warmers on the tatami in front of them, leaving a few other things in the bag. In the corner of the bedroom, there was a linen closet’s worth of towels piled next to a pot of water.
“What’s with the pot?” Iwaizumi asked.
“Rei said we needed towels and hot, boiled water, but he um. Passed out before he told us why.” Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose tightly, and then rubbed his hand over his face a few times.
“Of course he fucking did.” He mumbled, then hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the closet. “She in there?” Makoto nodded, biting his lip anxiously. The door was ajar, but all Iwaizumi could see from this angle was the corner of a short stack of futons. He stood up, taking the gloves and the treats with him, strode over to the closet slow and quiet, and looked down at a Shiba Inu bitch curled around two wiggly puppy lumps with a third just peeking out of her. Her tail slapped the futons anxiously, but she didn’t growl like Makoto’d said as he crouched down.
“Looking good, pretty girl,” He murmured, starting off on a long stream of low, soothing nonsense and reaching out slowly to put a hand on her back. Her tail wagged faster and she gave his hand a few anxious licks, but that was it. Now he was willing to bet she hadn’t been fond of six teenagers panicking on top of her and let them know it. She let him pet her a bit, refused the treats, and only licked his hand frantically when he ran it over her pups and found them both warm and breathing steadily. The pup on its way out seemed to be making progress just fine on its own, so Iwaizumi left the gloves by the closet door and slowly backed away towards Makoto.
“She’s doing fine,” He said quietly, and Makoto let a breath he’d apparently been holding rush out of him.
“Is there anything we need to do? Or get ready?” Makoto asked anxiously, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. Iwaizumi shook his head and opened the grocery bag again, digging out the snacks and a couple of sports drinks, tossing one to Makoto.
“Nah, all we really gotta do is sit back and keep an eye out for trouble, she’s handling the rest just fine on her own.” He took a seat against the wall between the bedroom door and the closet, where he had a half-decent view the dog and cracked his drink open while Makoto joined him and sat down on his other side.
“That’s a relief.” Makoto heaved another sigh of relief and relaxed a bit more, his side bumping into Iwaizumi’s a bit. “Poor Maru-hime. We must have scared her half to death.”
“Yeah, well.” Iwaizumi shrugged. “She did it first, I guess.” Makoto laughed quietly.
“Well, apparently there wasn’t anything to be afraid of in the first place.” Makoto shot him a shy grin and Iwaizumi snorted.
“Like I said, shit’s scary the first time around. Had nightmares for a week after the first time I saw a calf drop. Like a bloody sack of potatoes.” Makoto nearly choked on his drink, laughing again, and Iwaizumi felt the last little bit of pissed slipping away from him as he tipped his head back against the wall and let himself relax. “This is the hard part, though. Staying awake.”
+
Makoto was out in fifteen minutes, stayed asleep all through Iwaizumi standing up and sitting down as he checked on Maru-hime, offering her food and water, keeping an eye on the pups as they came and making sure they were all breathing easy.
The sixth pup was a runt, popped out around dawn an hour and a half after its last sibling; his mom didn’t seem much interested, and when she hadn’t care of the sack around him after a few minutes, Iwaizumi quietly pulled on a pair of gloves and went to work, cleaning him up, cutting the cord, clearing his mouth and eyes, and rubbing him down with a small towel until he started whimpering good and strong.
He was maybe half the size of the other pups, and Iwaizumi wasn’t sure he’d have much of a chance beside all his chubby siblings. Maru-hime didn’t seem fussed when he wrapped the pup in a clean towel and sat back down beside Makoto, snagging a hand warmer and tucking it down in the pup’s burrito on the way. He’d try and nurse it in a bit, show Makoto how it was done so he could fatten the pup up a bit before letting it try and fend for itself. Until then, he settled it in his lap and rubbed a fingertip over its head, petting it gently as he watched the sunrise crawl up the walls.
Re: FILL: Team Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
Re: FILL: Team Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
Re: FILL: Team Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou, T
(Iwa-chan ranking all the swims by sanity level though)
But seriously, I love all the character portraits in this, totally and completely perfect, and how frantic it starts -- it makes the quiet ending really lovely.