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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 Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T
Oikawa turned over on his bed to see that its previous occupant had already disappeared. The other side was left in pristine condition; the lack of a disturbance in the bed sheets almost negated the act of last night’s activities.
Last night.
Oikawa ran a hand down his tired face as he drew his blankets closer, trying to ignore the soreness of his own body and the aching in his chest.
He came home late tonight (again).
This was nothing new, and they went through the motions. Oikawa would ask how his day went, and Kisumi would respond in kind.
Kisumi’s enthusiastic re-telling of the day’s events would be more authentic if he could only maintain eye contact with him. Amethyst eyes darted to one side of the room, glanced at his face, and then back down to his food.
“…and then do you know what Rin said? That joker, he said-”
“That you shouldn’t leave Sousuke alone without a guide.”
“Yeah! ...W-wait have I already told you this story before?”
Only about three times now, but Oikawa kept that to himself. It was better to let mindless chatter fill the room than to be stuck in a silent one.
After all, thoughts appeared to be louder in a quieter room, and both men feared that their thoughts would project so loudly that the other would hear them. Unvoiced opinions of how strained things were and how quickly their little world was burning itself inside out.
There’s a saying about bottling up your feelings. And, here’s the thing about bottles – a solid entity – it has a fixed volume. Pour too much into the bottle and it will overflow, granted that the top is open for the water to flow out.
But what if you put a cork on this bottle, to stop the overflow of emotions, to prevent the hurt from leaking out. Now you possess an object that’s building pressure within, and if there’s no way for this pressure to escape, it will force its way out.
And the bottle will shatter.
Oikawa stormed into his bedroom as a disgruntled Kisumi followed close behind.
“Look, Oikawa don’t take it personally.”
“I’m not!”
“You’re upset though.”
“Wow, great deductive skill. What tipped you off?”
“Are you really that put off because he’s stopping volleyball? Listen, you’re a great mentor, he’s had a great time under your care and I thank you for that, but my little brother wants to try other things, he’s lost interest.”
“Oh, well you’d know all about getting tired of things and losing interest!” Oikawa spat back viciously mirroring Kisumi in his movements. A step back for every time the pink-haired man moved forward.
“Wait, what?”
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know. You don’t think I’ve noticed how we barely see each other anymore? I wake up, you’re gone! You come back, and often I’m already asleep! I honestly can’t remember the last time we had a decent conversation that didn’t feel so one-sided.” Oikawa’s cheeks were tinged with red as his chest heaved, lungs working harder to get oxygen circulating after his long-winded rant.
Kisumi stood there on the other side of the room gaping.
Say something.
Kisumi’s mouth moved to form words, but nothing came out. He snapped his mouth shut as emotions flickered in his eyes, switching too quickly for Oikawa to get a proper read. Hurt, sadness, guilt, regret?
Say anything.
“Well?”
Say that we can work through this, that we can fix this.
Kisumi was alarmingly quiet, his posture rigid. They stayed this way for a few more excruciating minutes before Kisumi finally broke his stance and sighed, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he sagged a little. He ran a hand through his hair before muttering, “So, I guess this is it then huh?”
What.
Oikawa was taken aback, where was the fiery response he expected. He thought Kisumi would at least try to salvage their relationship (or maybe it never was one), or even argue heatedly about how he was thinking too much about it. Oikawa wanted Kisumi to tell him it’s okay, they could do better, but instead he wanted to-
“…give up?”
Kisumi looked up and locked eyes with him before his gaze softened. “I’m sorry, I thought if I pulled away gradually and took my self out of the picture, this would make it easier for you.”
“Make what easier?”
“Letting go.”
The ache in his chest came back, but this time it felt twice as painful.
Kisumi continued on, despite how each word felt like it lodged itself deeper and deeper into Oikawa’s skin.
“You’re going to hate me now, but this is probably for the better. We got into this relationship expecting different things. I’m not,” He grimaced, “…I’m not ready to settle down for anything long term right now. I do have plans for the future, but it’s just—“
The future doesn’t include an ‘us’.
Everything was out in the open now, Oikawa’s pent up frustrations and accusations hung heavily in the air along with Kisumi’s guilt-ridden confession. He felt suffocated from the weight of their words. He needed to leave. Now.
Oikawa grabbed his phone and made his way to the front door, quickly putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys before exiting the apartment, ignoring the startled cries of “where are you going at this late hour?”
He needed to get away from the situation, clear his head, and maybe re-assess this whole thing with a calm mindset. He definitely was not in the best shape to make any life-altering decisions.
God, today was such a clusterfuck of shitty things to happen.
It turns out Oikawa didn’t have to make any decisions. It was made for him.
Upon his return to the apartment the following morning, he could sense a shift, a change. The entire place felt colder.
Emptier.
Glancing around the rooms, Oikawa noticed how Kisumi’s personal belongings were missing from their spots. It left open gaps and holes in the shelves and countertops. Morbidly similar to the gaps and holes left in him from yesterday’s argument and from everything else that didn’t work out in his life.
All the fire held within from yesterday had been snuffed out; Oikawa felt a month’s worth of exhaustion creeping up the frame of his body. He shivered, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the coldness (loneliness) emanating from the room or if this was stemming from something much deeper.
Nevertheless, the storm hit and the destruction it left behind in its wake prompted Oikawa to pick up the shattered pieces.
To start over anew.
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
— R. Frost
Re: FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, T
OUCH, this is so excellently written and hurts so much. These boys!! These poor sweet disasters!! I am overcome....
Thank you so much for filling this!!