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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 MANAMI SANGAKU/TOUDOU JINPACHI
"I just wanna be your favorite, won't you let me be your favorite?" - "Favorite" by Nicki Minaj and Jeremih
FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo, T
Word count: 919
The rest of the team knew better than to interrupt the small amount of alone time that Midousuji had for himself. After the third years had left, he —the sole ace of the team— found himself taking on the role as both the backbone and the skin of Kyoto Fushimi. Like their jerseys, their bruises from his demands when it came to changing their training regimen left them purple, pink, and blue.
Most of the team, still strung together by the leftover bond of Ishigaki, often left to lick their own wounds together at the end of the day. Yesterday, they softened the blows to their ego with gari gari kun. Today was probably takoyaki. Probably, only because Midousuji hadn’t cared enough to tune into any of their conversations properly to make sure where they were going after the customary “thank you!” was said and “goodbye” was given. The only thing that mattered was that the team was gone and he was alone, long legs finally able to stretch languidly from the bench he was sitting on without the tension he placed upon himself when in the presence of his lesser teammates.
Then of course, the door to the clubroom creaked open and a barely familiar face looked in. A smile stretched a pair of thin pink lips wide open and Midousuji found himself grimacing, his own lips pulled down into a small snarl. Teeth for teeth, even if the reception was the opposite to the self invitation. It doesn’t scare Komari away and for a quick moment, Midousuji wondered if the time at the last Inter High had made him soft. The snarl deepened. Gum was shown. Komari only smiled wider, as if Midousuji’s annoyance and ire were everything he had wanted in the first place.
“Midousuji-kun, you’re not going for takoyaki?” The door closed behind him as the shorter male entered and made way toward the ace. There was no hesitance, despite the way Midousuji refused to pull back his legs or make space on the bench.
“Don’t be gross! Who would want to go out and eat food when it’ll be spoiled by filth?” Eyes narrowed, Midousuji leaned forward with both hands clenching each side of the bench as if to physically embody the disgust of being asked such a question. His head twisted to the side and with his nose upturned at the other cyclist, Midousuji sneered, “But why does the intruder care? ”
“Because it’s you, Midousuji-kun.”
Well, that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. Pure, simple, and very straight to the point. Suddenly, wariness settled in and Midousuji straightened his back. The wooden bench squeaked just a bit under the added pressure of his fingers.
“Haaa? Don’t be disgusting!”
“But I mean it, you know? You can trust me.”
Distrust was not the issue, in truth, but rather the result of facts and experience. Everyone was simply under him when it came to the road and to training. They were fine with barely passing the minimum. Midousuji had only one option, one goal and that was to be the one who won. There could be no minimum.
“Gross! Why should I trust you? I trust no one on this team so what makes you so—special, Komari-kun?”
“Because I love you!”
Midousuji couldn’t tell if he recoiled because of the sheer glee on Komari’s face or because of his words. There were few people in the world that would ever saw those three words and mean them when he was part of the equation. Those people, he knew or had known, and were all family. They had reasons to love him. Komari didn’t.
And still the younger man inched forward, lips parted and breathing heavily through his mouth. Both of the blue haired man’s hands were outstretched, as if hoping the act itself would will Midousuji’s own into their palms. His hands stay clenched against the edges of the bench. Komari’s doesn’t fall.
“I love you so much, Midousuji-kun. I love the way you speak, the way you handle everything. You’re always so honest and hardworking.”
Midousuji shifted, eyes barely keeping themselves in their sockets. What was the other man seeing?
“I’ll dissect and rip apart all of those before you, Midousuji-kun, if you only just ask. And I’m not asking for much, Midousuji-kun.”
Dangerous. This man, before him, is dangerous. Midousuji can press his lips together into a thin line, shocked to stillness if only because of the realization that there were only a few inches between them now.
“I just wanna be your favorite, won't you let me be your favorite?"
Komari was different from Mizuta. But the way they focused was the same. The degree? It was like comparing a candle to a hellblaze.
“Midousuji-kun?”
But he could use this. He could use Komari the way he couldn’t with Mizuta. The lack of hesitance, the overflowing sense of self confidence and understanding—Midousuji could use all of what is Komari to an advantage. He glanced away and then back, head still tilted up to the ceiling of their small club room with his nose upturned.
“You’ll do everything I say?”
When he looked back, Komari was smiling. His teeth was as sharp as Midousuji’s and a clean pearly white. Yes, Komari would be useful but Midousuji will have to be careful. Those that clean and wait patiently are predators and he’ll have to make sure he doesn’t lose a limb for his plans.
“Everything.”
Re: FILL: Team Fukutomi Juichi/Kinjou Shingo, T