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Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
Bonus Bonus Round: Encore
SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
This is your last chance to get fills for unloved prompts from all previous rounds. Let's party!
(Pay attention to the prompt format this round, located below; it's different from previous rounds. Don't forget about the "Recs" bonus round either!)
This round ends at 7PM on August 22 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- NO NEW PROMPTS ALLOWED. It has to be a repost from a previous bonus round.
- You can repeat any previous bonus round prompt, whether it received fill(s) or not.
- You can repeat your own prompts.
- One prompt per post, post as many times as you want.
- If you're posting a prompt that's not yours originally, please check the toplevels to avoid posting repeats.
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- Your teammate posts a prompt that was originally posted by a different team? You can fill that.
- Someone else posts a prompt originally created by you or your teammate? You cannot fill that.
- You post a prompt originally posted by another team? You can't fill that either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
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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.
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PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta
Originally posted HERE by
NGE AU...
Suga is such an angel pls make him onedo your worst, plate of citrus
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, M
1393 words
songs are good. singing brings us joy.
tobio stares out the window, red sky and red water, with empty hands.
“hello, you weren't waiting here for me, were you?” sugawara sounds like he’s joking. tobio can never tell; he has a perpetual smile turned toward tobio’s direction and he can’t fathom why.
“no,” tobio stutters--and immediately berates himself for sounding like an idiot. “not really waiting, anyway.” it’s a poor attempt at recovery, sugawara’s knowing smile as bright as ever.
“so what are you doing for the rest of the day?”
tobio blinks. “well, usually when tests are over i’d just take a shower and go home.” he opens his mouth and adds, “but i really don't want to go home these days--” before cutting himself off, wondering why he’d even tell him that.
sugawara turns his face, eyes still sliding toward tobio’s. “the fact that you have a place where you can return--home--will lead you to happiness.”
“... you think so?”
he could close his eyes and relive those moments, just those, just the ones where sugawara had looked at him, really looked at him, and kept smiling.
tobio clenches his fists, lets his nails dig into the flesh of his palms. maybe they’d bleed that way, and he’d look the same as he did before: with blood welling up in his hands. but it’d be different: it’s not his blood. he’d never even touched that.
“are you that afraid of other people?” tobio closes his eyes and pretends to doze, can still feel the weight of sugawara’s gaze. his hand is warm against his face, fingers moving lightly through his hair, fingertips against his scalp. “i know that by keeping others at a distance, you can avoid a betrayal of your trust. you may not be hurt that way.”
tobio turns his face against sugawara’s thigh, pillows it under his cheek. “tobio,” and his name from his mouth is like a song, “you’re delicate, like glass.”
but he’s not. he’s the worst person: he doesn’t deserve to pilot the eva--but it chose him--and doesn’t deserve to spend a day like this, warmed by the touch of sugawara’s hands and the sound of his voice. “especially your heart.”
“i’m not,” tobio says, voice muffled by sleep. sugawara hums, a light melody that tobio knows so well, itches to play, and keeps carding his fingers through tobio’s hair.
he can still remember how he’d looked, black and white uniform with one hand raised in the air, to wave. “tobio,” he had called, and he’d strained to reply through the unit’s comms, liquid in his lungs. “what did you want to say to me?”
“what--” and gasps of liquid blocked the rest of his words. tobio pulled at the controls of his eva until it crouched low, main cameras fixed on sugawara’s face.
“you wanted to tell me something, didn’t you?” he’d tipped his head up toward the machine’s face, fearless hazel and affectionate gold.
(no, not this. tobio has a dozen memories he can replay instead, so he taps at his temples and tries to fix himself--tries to remember another day, a day when sugawara had seen him play a gentle song on the piano and heard him laugh in wonder, the two sounds mingling together to make the most perfect music.)
but the memory invades his mind like an angel.
“you’ve got your own a.t. field?!” there is no music, no bach today: just the acrid stench of smoke and the crackle of static-laden words. tobio has no words for how he feels when he sees sugawara: it’s terrifying, how much he wants to see him, never remain apart and always be with him. he’s the fifth child, and someone who can replace him if he dies--but tobio lives in fear of losing his life every day, the evaluation of its worth constantly in flux.
“this is the light of my soul. a sacred territory in which no one may intrude. aren’t you aware that your a.t. field is merely the wall that encloses every mind that exists?” the iridescent glow of the protective field leaves imprints on tobio’s retinas, and when he blinks, he can still see its hateful shape.
“i don’t understand what you’re talking about!” tobio’s panic transfers to central dogma through the suit, his elevated heartbeat a sure sign of incapacity. he grips the controls of his eva so tight that his knuckles, under the suit, whiten. in the main camera’s sights, sugawara looks so calm--with that smile on his face that makes the ache in tobio’s chest so much sharper.
“whether I live or die makes no great difference. in truth, death may be the only absolute freedom there is.” the smile turns strange and flat. tobio is ready to argue: he’s wrong; it does make a difference; it makes a world of difference to kageyama tobio that sugawara koushi exists. “the thread of hope is spun with the flax of sorrow.”
DUMMY PLUG ACTIVATED. tobio can still see the red letters in his mind’s eye, and its meaning streaks lightning through his body and his head. his breaths come shallow. he doesn’t see anything at all, just the pitch-blackness of the eva again, shut down but not in transit. he’s rattling in its cocoon, a tiny breakable thing in a screaming shell, covered in blood--can’t escape--the placid, sweet calm of sugawara’s face--good news delivered by an angel--
tobio cannot stop his unit’s hand from closing around his torso--the eva’s, his. it happens all so quickly, and tobio cannot stop time. “what are you? i don't understand--what you are talking about--”
sugawara lays one hand palm-down on the hot metal of the eva’s hand, a strange mirror of how he’d touched tobio just days ago. he looks so at peace, and tobio can feel the eva’s hand squeeze tighter, and tighter. “this is my wish: please, destroy me. otherwise, you will be destroyed. and yours is not the existence which should die.” bones crack inward, and tobio wants to throw up--he can’t do this, he can’t do this--but he is, he’s the one hearing the sounds, seeing sugawara’s smile lose its light. “thank you,” he breathes, and tobio cannot stop himself from crying. the eva does its work, dummy plug in full control as tobio watches his eyes, only his eyes. “my life was meaningful because of you.”
and he screams, and screams, and screams.
“--kageyama.”
the world is a blur. takeda-sensei has him strapped down to a hospital bed, white light and sterile whiteness everywhere. the room ceiling is a familiar sight to him now.
it hurts to breathe. tobio’s fingers splay out across the covers and play nothing but silence, invisible piano across his lap just air and nothing else.
he wouldn’t even have anything to play. it’d lack the structure of an elegy; it wouldn’t be sad enough, wouldn’t be honest enough. tobio did have something to say to sugawara--and it doesn’t mean much now, in the past tense.
he can feel fat tears rolling down his cheeks, an uncontrollable torrent of shame and what feels like sorrow, the sharp knife of it plunging into his lungs. he can’t be fixed. he’s not right. the words rip out of him anyway, tobio looking down at the white hospital bedsheet over his torso that slowly swells with water.
“he said he loved me.” the broken confession leaves him heavy, a death rattle that pushes everything out of him all at once. “i’ve never heard such kindness before. he was like me. i liked him, too.” it doesn’t mean anything to tobio to hide it now. “he should have survived. he was much better than i am.”
and he was. he was handsome, and cheerful, and kind, and everything that a good person should be--and everything that tobio is too broken to try being. “he should have survived, not me! he deserved to live.” he can’t stop crying, like a baby, like a child abandoned at last without anyone familiar to hide behind.
“no. he wished for death.” (my life was meaningful because of you--i think i was born to meet you--i’m saying i love you--destroy me.) “your survival isn’t a mistake.”
“sensei,” and tobio lifts his eyes to see another human’s face for the first time in hours, “how can you be so cruel?”