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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 HAIKYUU!!
“I made a bet today that I could get more than two words out of you.”
“You lose.”
– Exchange between unknown dinner guest & U.S. President Calvin “Silent Cal” Coolidge
FILL: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN, G
“I made a bet today that I could get more than two words out of you.”
Aone looks at him. “With who?”
“Who do you think?”
Aone’s face darkens. Kenji can almost see the word Pantalons scroll across his forehead. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this at the expense of another teammate. The first years, even the level headed Sakunami, are sweet and impressionable and all too easy to elbow into doing truly ridiculous things. Fukiage's hit and miss. Obara, despite all signs pointing toward the opposite, is an occasional co-conspirator. Kenji doesn’t see the third years as much as before but their assessments are much the same as usual: Sasaya is a challenge. Kamasaki is simple. Moniwa’s just resigned.
It’s serious this time though, this bet. In addition to putting up a hefty sum of money, Kenji’s forfeited his near monopolistic role of picking out an activity for team bonding days, as per Dateko tradition. These days usually turned out to be something lazy like a trip to the mall or grabbing some food from a cheap restaurant if they wanted to fill their monthly quota of startling old ladies as they enter, en masse and in uniform, into a building. Or, even better and a personal favorite of Kenji’s, were the themed movie sleepovers that were strictly patrolled at the door to make sure everyone showed up wearing at least one appropriately themed article of clothing or accessory.
Nametsu has called him a nerd more than once, to which he always gleefully retorts Takes one to know one.
To the winner goes the auspicious opportunity to have everyone do whatever they want for a few good hours. Kenji’s a little nervous. In the two times they’ve passed each other in the hallway since the morning bell rang, Onagawa has given him two uncharacteristically cheerful smiles, ear-to-ear, like maybe he’s planning on murdering him to secure his own victory. Maybe that’s the team bonding experience he’s brewing up: a riot. Mutiny. Usurpation, swift and cold blooded. He knows Onagawa wants nothing to do with captaincy, but still. He can see it now – an innocent recommendation to go play laser tag, a cruel twist of fate in the dark indoor arena, Kenji left to bleed out on a dirty floor, Aone left to write him a mournful eulogy. A karaoke trip with the team, a drowsy cold medicine tablet slipped into his drink to make him re-enact his behavior after a certain trip to the dentist office that left him embarrassingly loopy, a story which always seems to fill Onagawa with a strange sense of mirth whenever it’s revisited.
It’s always been there, hasn’t it? The nerve.
“That was only two words,” Kenji points out. “Are you playing already?”
“No,” Aone answers, and turns to walk to class. Students move around him like a parting sea. Kenji still doesn’t like that, how people automatically avoid Aone like he’s going to do anything but the right thing. So he swaps his school bag to his other shoulder and runs to catch up, flashily looping an arm through Aone’s as soon as they’re side by side.
If Aone thinks the gesture unusual he doesn’t say anything, not even when Kenji curls a hand over Aone’s bicep and holds on.
**
**
“Pantalons says text messages don’t count, so,” Kenji starts as soon as he’s finished shoving a desk against Aone’s, an affair that sent enough offensive scrapes into the air that half the class gave him dirty looks for it. He folds his arms atop the chair he’s sitting backwards in. It’s damp and drizzling outside or else they would both be down in the courtyard, enjoying the fresh air. “What did you bring for lunch today?”
“A bento,” Aone answers, succinct.
“What’s in it?”
Aone pops the lid of his container off instead of answering, pushing it a few scant centimeters closer to Kenji in a gesture of display and offering. Kenji pouts and picks up a pickled radish, chewing it thoughtfully. It’s not the kind of sour he has a taste for but it still tastes good. At this rate he’ll never win. Aone is too good, probably because being quiet comprises his normal everyday behavior and it’s not like Kenji’s ever minded that. They wouldn’t be so close if he did. But it means that Kenji is going to have to be more sophisticated with his attempts if he wants to shove a sound victory into Onagawa’s fluffy headed little face before the day ends.
“What’s the full name of our school?” he asks.
Aone stares at him like he’s grown a second head.
“No?” Kenji leans forward. “Nothing?”
“Finish eating,” Aone answers without even a beat of hesitation. Kenji sits back with a huff. He’s too good! He doesn’t even have to mind his own word count! But it means something that Aone hasn’t yet lost, for as quiet as he is he’s not overly taciturn when he does get to talking. It means that Aone might be humoring him after all, and that he still has a fighting chance.
**
It goes on like that for the rest of the day. Kenji keeps trying to fake like he doesn’t understand what Aone’s grunts and glances and gestures mean, and then Aone looks at him with a frown that he knows translates into something like Stop being stupid.
Kenji’s slowly becoming familiar with what desperation feels like.
When he passes Onagawa for a third time on the way to his last class, Onagawa raises one hand up and rubs two fingers and a thumb together as if there were already several crisp banknotes stuck between them. Kenji stares him down until they pass each other, and then he mutters “This is stupid.”
He pulls out his phone.
He’s still not going to lose. There’s still after school practice.
**
After school practice is a lost cause.
He’s forgotten one key detail: There’s not much to say when they’re all scrambling through drills and spikes and receives, and Kenji’s not so vindictive as to mess with Aone’s temperament when there are still matches to win in the future. Moniwa would be proud. It’s beginning to sink in just how poor of a bet he’s made.
“Hey,” Onagawa greets once they’re all back in the clubroom, casually leaning against the locker he was about to open. Kenji thinks about how satisfying it would feel to wipe that smug quirk of the lips off the other’s face, but instead he takes out his wallet and silently starts slapping some yen into Onagawa’s open palm, hissing out the final amount when prompted.
“What happened?” Koganegawa stage whispers. Beside him Sakunami shrugs and continues pulling off his shirt.
Kenji has to stand there and watch as Onagawa recounts what he’d just counted out, looks up and says “Bye, loser.”
“Excuse me??”
“You just lost a bet. Therefore,” Onagawa fans the notes at him. “Loser.”
Kenji sputters ugly and, in the quiet of the clubroom, it sounds like a dying motorboat. There’s a damning silence then, like everyone’s trying hard not to laugh out of some warped show of respect for their captain, and Kenji’s trying hard to forget he made that noise at all, but then his sanctuary is ruined by the least expected person--
“Oh my god,” Aone says.
“Oh my god!” Kenji whirls on him, feeling the back of his neck burn when he realizes that Aone’s laughing, soft and gone already but so rare that he wants to hear it again. “Is that all it took? Me making a fool of myself?”
“Isn’t that all it ever takes?” Obara mutters, already dressed and breezing out the door.
Re: FILL: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN, G