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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 IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
it turned into more akashi & ogiwara with Room For Potential that i didnt' want to expand on because IT WAS ALREADY TOO MUCH I ALREADY WROTE TOO MUCH BUT.. hey..
He puts himself back together.
It takes time, more than just a mere handful of days, weeks, months—it takes an excruciatingly long amount of time but Ogiwara puts himself back together. He takes it step by step, piece by piece, and at the very end, he is calloused, bruised, and still a little shaky, but more himself than he was yesterday.
He’s proud of himself and he thinks he has every right to be. There are days when he still feels like his morale might slip through shaky fingertips, but Ogiwara is prouder of overcoming those days than he is disappointed in having them in the first place. He’s used to failure, to seeing the ground beneath him with a warm familiarity when things don’t go his way; he is not used to defeat, to surrender, to bruised knees from falling, tumbling from an unholy pedestal onto sullen earth.
(There are days when he still thinks about it, when he can still imagine the way his stomach sank with a terrible lurch when the realization hit him—I could never win against them, first, and second, amidst flashes of red, I could never win against you.
It’s less jarring now because it’s behind him, years tucked in between untouched, messy notes and letters he’s too sentimental to throw away. He doesn’t think about it like he used to. He looks back and he can feel faint pinpricks against his skin but he thinks, but at least I’m here.
He thinks, at least I’ve won this one.)
-
The warmth in Kuroko’s eyes returns in full eventually and Ogiwara thinks that is enough reason to rest. He begins to feel light again, as days come and go and Ogiwara finds a comfortable niche in his life. Junior high, high school: those days are behind him and every so often he clings to tendrils of memories (but every so often, he eases himself into letting them go).
It’s a stability he doesn’t take for granted, a period of serenity that he is fond of but not dependent on—because it shakes, it trembles, and it’s as Ogiwara glances up from the cash register at his part-time job that he realizes, amidst flashes of red he could never possibly forget, I can’t hide.
Akashi does not recognize him, understandably. There’s a glimmer of familiarity that flashes in and out of his eyes—and Ogiwara notices that they might be warmer too, but he pushes it aside, convinces himself it’s a trick of the lighting even if it’s gloomy outside—but it leaves as quickly as it came and Akashi is nothing short of polite, cordial, clipped, as he orders a generic cup of coffee to-go and cuts off their eye contact then.
“Alright,” Ogiwara says as brightly as he can, lifting a disposable cup in one hand and a marker in the other, “can I get your name?”
They meet eyes again, and for some reason, Ogiwara feels as though he is faltering once more. He grits his teeth, thinks about stupid, juvenile things like the way his roommate talks about his dog in his sleep, or the fact that he managed to pass a biology exam he thought he was going to fail.
“Akashi is fine.”
Suspended by a loose thread—that is how he feels. Akashi looks at him again, questioning, like he might be able to put a name to Ogiwara’s face if he tried but he diverts his glance and Ogiwara tries to pretend he wasn’t holding his breath.
-
He comes to a handful of conclusions before and after the start of his Fundamental Business Finance class.
They are, at the start, that one, the Akashi Seijuurou he unwittingly ran into was not the one Ogiwara remembers along with other childhood nightmares; and two, there is absolutely no way he should let his guard down from conclusion one alone because no right-minded person can drink black coffee without feeling a noticeable tremor in their soul.
His one conclusion at the end is simple: he is cursed, because there’s no other explanation for why he’d have to share a class with the boy who singlehandedly crushed his spirit years ago. Ogiwara spends the rest of his class period staring holes into his notebook and trying to remember all of the good deeds he’s committed and follow-up theories on why karma might not be real after all.
-
“He’s cool.”
“Not evil?”
“—what?”
“Oh, uh, just… asking. For a friend. A friend who thinks he’s… evil, yeah.”
“Shige—”
“My friend! Would really like to confirm!”
“Uh, okay, I mean—no, Akashi does not seem… evil. I took a couple of classes with him last semester. He was kind of intimidating, I guess, because he’s really smart but he was pretty polite. Had that weird authority to him that made the girls go crazy.”
“I see…”
“Yeah, he’s kind of overly mature, in that stern way? The opposite of you, basically.”
Ogiwara sighs, flopping over onto the library table to gaze imploringly up at his friend. There’s something wrong with the world, Ogiwara would like to share; it’s either stopped spinning or it’s begun to spin too fast. There’s no other way to explain the phenomena that is yesterday and there’s no other way to explain why there’s a part of him that wants to hold a grudge against a boy who isn’t the one he remembers.
“You okay, man?”
Ogiwara clamps his eyes shut. “Only time will tell.”
-
He is given no time, nothing short of a week before Akashi enters the coffee shop again and Ogiwara’s too new and too fresh to the job to warrant hiding behind the countertop. He grits his teeth and smiles, blindingly bright, chirping out a generic trademark greeting and a—
“So what can I get for you?”
Akashi orders the same thing. A generic cup of coffee, black, to-go. His gaze lingers on Ogiwara’s lopsided nametag and there’s a faint furrow between Akashi’s brows as he glances up.
“Thank you, Shigehiro-kun,” he says mildly.
“Uh—yeah, you’re, uh, you’re welcome,” Ogiwara manages to stammer out as smoothly as possible. He’s scribbling Akashi’s name on the cup without remembering to ask, to feign ignorance to who this red-headed man is and why he’s relevant to Ogiwara’s life in the present. “I—your name.”
He knows. He knows that Akashi recognizes him, remembers him, knows who he is. To what extent, he isn’t sure, but there’s a softening to Akashi’s features that is cloaked almost immediately after with formality, with what Ogiwara thinks might be obligation.
“Ogiwara—”
“That’ll be fine,” he says quickly, wondering if the smile on his lips is as frail as it feels. “Just Ogiwara is fine.”
He wonders if it’s courtesy, Akashi offering to address him by his last name instead of jumping to his first like he’s heard rumors about. He wonders a lot of things, actually, and he wonders most of all if it’s obvious that Ogiwara might crumple into a heap right then and there.
Akashi offers him a smile and it is alarmingly genuine, soft enough to catch Ogiwara off-guard, to tip him so he’s off-balance. He parts his lips like he’d like to say something and purses them together immediately after, looking perplexed as he glances at Ogiwara’s likely scattered expression.
“Are you busy today?” Akashi asks. “If not and if it’s alright, I would like to speak with you.”
“Oh,” Ogiwara says in spite of himself, blinking away muted shock to bob his head slowly. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Thank you,” Akashi says with another distant smile. “I hope you’ve been well… Ogiwara.”
“Haha,” Ogiwara says faintly, voice cracking in the middle. “I’ve been fine. See? Tip-top shape.” He rubs the back of his neck, grinning wide and sheepish.
He thinks, I really can’t win against you, huh?
There’s a brief silence as Akashi nods. “That’s a relief,” he says. “I’m glad.”
“You’re glad?” Ogiwara repeats in spite of himself, grimacing as soon as the words leave his mouth. “Sorry—that was in my head. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
Akashi laughs, and though it is quiet, the type of laughter that Ogiwara is hardly used to, he finds himself taken aback by it regardless.
“I am,” he confirms. “Not that I had any doubts.”
It is not a split-second discovery. Ogiwara Shigehiro is used to piecing things together on his own and he confirms for himself, all while looking dazedly at Akashi Seijuurou’s smiling face, that this is not the boy who laughed at the ideals a younger Ogiwara once clung to.
“Great,” Ogiwara says. “That’s—I’m glad too.”
-
It’s an apology. A short one, but one that Ogiwara thinks he might have been waiting to hear. It’s nothing detailed, nothing long-winded—just an apology (for then, for now, for everything) and Ogiwara beams because he’s always been easy to please.
He extends a hand out to Akashi, shakes Akashi’s hand a little too vigorously, laughs a little too loudly at the way Akashi’s eyes widen in momentary shock.
“Your eyes are kind of warmer now too,” Ogiwara says with a lingering smile.
“My eyes?” Akashi repeats.
“Yeah, yeah, like they used to be really—oh, I don’t know, empty?” He hums, thoughtful. “And now they’re not. They’re warmer. Brighter. Better. It’s a good thing, I promise.” He grins, feeling nervous again, like a child who’s wronged a parent.
Akashi blinks, gazes at Ogiwara like he’s the eighth wonder of the world before smiling. “That’s good,” he says slowly, carefully. “I hope it remains.”
“Me too,” Ogiwara replies with a bob of his head. And he thinks, honestly, genuinely, he’d miss this kind of warmth if it ever left.
-
(He put himself back together—for the most part. He’ll give credit where credit is due. But even Ogiwara knows the one to fill the empty spot, to stand-in as the missing piece to it all was the boy he once thought was bound to play his antagonist forever.
In a sense, he's okay with it, with sharing the spotlight with someone he thought he'd never have to see again. He's always been drawn to bright things, to warm things, and he thinks that even though it might be at the expense of promises made during darker times, he'd like to keep this warmth close.)
Re: FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, G
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i love htis... so frekain. much...