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Bonus Round 2: Quotes

Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.

This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]

This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.

Rules

The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.

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Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.

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And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".

A Few Examples:

“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’

“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice

“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls

“It's a quarter past midnight

As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille

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Required Work Minimums:

400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)

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Format

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i want to put this prompt in my mouth i love it

∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Ship/Character: Akashi Seijuurou/(Mayuzumi Chihiro or Midorima Shintarou)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: more birds, also loose translation, cries in medieval poetry
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

時鳥　人待つ山に　鳴く成れば　我うちつけに　戀まさりけり

the cuckoo does not return
pining away in the mountains
as it cries out in sorrow
i hear its sound
a wave of yearning washes over me
in that very moment

- Ki no Tsurayuki, Kokin Wakashu (162)

Ship/Character: Natsuo/Sanae OR Chinatsu/Akira
Fandom: Teppu, Ballroom e Youkoso
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: none
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:

We are young
Heartache to heartache
We stand
No promises
No demands
Love is a battlefield

(Pat Benatar, Love is a Battlefield)

Ship/Character: Joe
Fandom: Megalo Box
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: blood
Do Not Wants: major character death

Prompt:

Oh yeah, the pain. It's not so bad. I hacked up some blood a couple of minutes ago and there was this pink chunk about the size of, uh... one of those little kiwifruit, but I don't feel anything missing, so I'm not too worried.

(Brock Sampson, The Venture Bros)

yess 17776 !!!
I’m so glad someone else knows !

Ship/Character: iwaoi
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: jealousy, mutual pining
Word Count: 1741
Remix Permission: sure

***

They do it once a year, and it's something Tooru looks forward to more than he cares to admit. Since they were eight, their parents have allowed both him and Hajime to skip school for a day and spend a long weekend at a lake up in the mountains. Their families would mingle together to hike, swim, eat junk, and all the other usual camping trip activities.

As soon as they were old enough to be trusted to their own recognizance on these trips, Tooru and Hajime would abscond into the trees for adventures of their own. Swimming, climbing trees, our just wrestling in the dirt — all the things that make a trip into the country fun. And as the sun sinks brilliantly along the horizon, they head back to camp and pile around the fire for a few songs.

Hajime started learning to play the guitar when he was seven, and from age nine on, the instrument would come along on camping trips, and those are the times Tooru has always liked best. The songs started out simple: old folk songs with lyrics everyone knows. But as they age, his skill grows and so do Tooru's complicated feelings surrounding his best friend.

The summer between their first and second years of high school, however, affects Tooru in ways he couldn't have possibly imagined.

It starts off the same, with dirt and water and memories, but as night falls, Hajime slips out and doesn't return to camp until well after dark. Tooru asks, "Where were you?"

Hajime's cheeks are pink and he doesn't quite meet Tooru's gaze. "Nowhere. Just . . . checking stuff out."

The lie is a harmless one, but Tooru can't push it out of his mind. Even while the group sings campfire songs to the strains of Hajime's guitar, Tooru's terrible voice doesn't chime in. All he can think about is why Hajime had decided to spend time elsewhere instead of with him like they've done since he can remember.

Later, when they crawl into their sleeping bags, Tooru clutches it up to his chin and stares at the ceiling of the tent. Beside him, Hajime fidgets and tosses until he finally says, "I met someone."

Tooru sits up and gapes. "You what? How? Where?"

"Yesterday, when I went to take a whiz while you were screaming like a little girl when you found that tick on your butt." When Tooru squawks in objection, Hajime chucks his pillow and continues. "I bumped into her while her folks were setting up the tents. Her name is Junko."

Swallowing hard, Tooru wraps his arms around his knees to suppress a shiver. He's always known this would come. No matter how ardently Tooru likes to joke about it, Hajime would never have stayed single forever. He's smart, attractive, and one of the best athletes in the school. Only Hajime's dedication to the club has warded off the eventuality of him being ensnared by some girl who bats her eyes the right way.

And now this nebulous figure of a girl has a name, and Tooru wishes he didn't know. Meanwhile, Hajime smiles on, his hands tucked behind his head while he hums.

"I think I want to write her a song."

Tooru lies back down and huddles into his sleeping bag. "I'm sure it'll be terrible and she'll love it."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm dumb and hideous. She seems to like me well enough."

"Yeah." Tooru bites his lip, and it's a long while before he can manage to sleep.

The next day, Hajime disappears early, and Tooru's skin crawls with the idea of him being with her. Instead of gallivanting around the countryside with his best friend, he sits on the shore of the lake, skipping stones and staring off into the distance. It's nearly dinnertime before Hajime returns to camp, flushed and grinning.

On the beach next to Tooru, he sprawls out on the sand and says, "Man, girls are nice. I think she might kiss me tomorrow."

"Yeah." Tooru's gut churns uncomfortably, and the urge to throw up is slowly mounting. "That's great, Iwa-chan."

Hajime stiffens next to him. "What the hell's with that tone of voice? You sound like you just ate shit."

"I'm fine." Tooru can hear the pout in his voice but can't help it. "I hope Junko-chan is near-sighted."

Eyeing Tooru for a long, intense minute, Hajime relents and stands. "Yeah, don't think I don't know when you're being weird. I'll figure it out, and then you're gonna get over whatever weird funk you're in. See you at dinner."

Tooru doesn't respond; he can't. His throat is tight and his eyes itch, and as soon as Hajime is out of sight, he buries his face in his knees and lets his heartbreak and frustration drip out into the sand.

On the final day of the outing, Tooru can't even pretend to have fun. His mother asks about his mood but leaves him be when he doesn't bother answering. Once again, Hajime slips out to see Junko and Tooru just stays in the tent until it's time to break down camp and head back to Sendai.

It's almost time to leave before Hajime returns, aglow with a phone number scrawled on his arm. "She wants to meet up soon and see a movie."

Tooru's hand tightens around the tent poles in his grasp until he feels the plastic protesting through the skin of his palms. "Don't"

Hajime freezes next to him. "What?"

"Don't call her, Hajime." Tooru lets out a wet sniffle and busies his shaking hands with finishing up the packing. "If you do, I don't want to hear about it."

Grabbing Tooru's arm, Hajime turns him around and glares. "That's a real jackass thing to say. You're supposed to be my best friend. Why are you being like this?"

Tooru wants to scream at him, to make Hajime know how hurt and lonely he's felt for the past three days, but the words won't come out. Instead, he just bites his lip and cries.

Hajime tugs him in for a tight embrace and heaves a heavy sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but I —" He pulls back to gape at Tooru, jaw slack. "You're jealous."

Averting his gaze, Tooru squeezes his eyes shut to block out the anger he knows his coming. Anger Hajime has ever right to direct at him. It's petty and pathetic and not something a friend should inflict on another, no matter how he may feel, but he can't help it.

"You are, aren't you?" Hajime's hands thrust into his hair, and he shakes his head. "This is insane, Oikawa. Having a girlfriend doesn't mean I'm ditching you. I just . . . I need something in my life, all right?" He puts an arm around Tooru's shoulder and guides him away from the camp. "C'mon. I think we need to talk about something or your brain is gonna melt."

They find a large rock outcropping and sit shoulder to shoulder, and Hajime drums his fingers on his thighs. "Are you worried I'm going to stop hanging out with you?"

"No."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

Hajime pushes to his feet and throws his hands in the air. "What do you want me to do, exactly? I want to think about something else for a while. Feel good about myself for a change."

Tooru looks up at him and shakes his head. "I don't know."

"I can't wait around forever." Hajime drops back to his seat and hangs his head between his legs. "There's someone I like who doesn't feel that way about me, and for the first time in a while, it doesn't hurt so much."

"I know how you feel," Tooru whispers. He knows he should shut his mouth, but he's too tired of this. "I like someone who doesn't see me that way, too. I see them every day and it hurts just a little bit more every time."

Hajime gawks at him and swallows hard. "Tooru, there's something I want to tell you. You probably don't wanna know, but I'm tired of hiding it." He wrings his hands in his lap in an uncharacteristic show of apprehension.

Tooru burns to know what could make someone as self-assured as Hajime this nervous, but there is little pause in the next wave of words. "Do you know what it's like to have complicated feelings about someone who you've known forever and will only see you as a brother?"

"Unfortunately." Tooru grins the heels of his palms in his eyes. "I just want to forget feeling this way and just . . . go back to normal."

"But what do you really want?"

Tooru's eyes widen, and he meets Hajime's earnest expression. "I want to kiss him until he washes off the number written on his arm and never thinks about some girl he barely knows ever again."

A smile teases at the corner of Hajime's mouth. "You know, I might let you if you just asked me instead of being all weird and moody."

"You mean —"

Hajime rolls his eyes. "Yeah, you cranky jackass, I like you." He smiles wryly and and harrumphs. "I liked Junko because she noticed me. I knew what she wanted from me, and she knew what I wanted, all right. We just talked a lot. That's probably why when I tried to kiss her, she turned me down and said it wasn't what I wanted. She said we can be friends until I figure myself out."

"Shut up and come here." Tooru frames Hajime's face in his hands and crushes their mouths together. They reel apart breathless before meeting in the middle for an encore.

As they head back to camp with their fingers laced together, Hajime hums a tune Tooru has never heard. "What's the song, Iwa-chan?"

"Oh, just something I've been picking at. One of those whiny edgelord songs that teenagers write about feelings and shit." He shoots Tooru a grin. "Want me to play it for you?"

"A song about shit?" Tooru tugs down the rim of his eyelid and sticks out his tongue. "How unromantic."

They're both laughing as they pack the back of the car, and the change in the air between them doesn't go unnoticed by the people who have watched these two idiots dance around each other for years.

Ship/Character: Akashi Seijuurou &/ Kita Shinsuke
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: psycho pass au??
Word Count: 402
Remix Permission: please ask c:

vagues my psycho pass au bc WHY NOT

***

“Tell me, Shinsuke. What is there left for this world?” Akashi asks. They could be sitting down and having tea, looking at how relaxed Akashi’s body language is. He doesn’t look like he’s ready for a fight or has any intention of fighting, but Kita’s not taking his chances. Akashi just looks amused by this, arms tucked behind his back, not quite facing Kita.

“What do you mean by that, Akashi-san?” Kita asks. His grip on the Dominator is steady, useless as it is whenever he points it at Akashi. There’s a switchblade that Osamu had insisted he take, just in case. A reminder again, that Osamu had dived too deep into the abyss and found the abyss looking back at him.

“You of of people, should know what I mean.” Akashi’s gaze is sharp, unwavering as he watches Kita close the distance between them, Dominator still at the ready. “How many times have you seen the worst people have to offer, the kind of cruelty they are capable of? People cannot change. They are too complacent and indolent, especially in a society like this.” The distance between them can now be closed with a leap, and Kita’s watching Akashi as much as Akashi is watching him.

“I think they can change.” Kita answers. Akashi’s tilts his head a little, a gesture for Kita to continue. “I believe that little by little, we can change.” Akashi seems to be considering Kita’s words, though Kita cannot read his expression.

“You know, Shinsuke. Only two things have managed to interest me in the last few years.” His tone is conversational, as if they are only discussing the weather. Akashi’s lips are curved in a half smile, and Kita takes a wary step back. “The capacity for cruelty that people seem to possess, the depths and limits of it. If given the tools and the opportunity, the only limit seems to be their imagination.” He’s turned to face Kita fully now, hands loosely clasped in front of him.

“And the other thing?” Kita asks. Akashi’s smile turns sharp at the question. Akashi Seijuurou is a dangerous man, and Kita knows this. His entire being bleeds danger and sets Kita on edge, for all that he can seem unassuming. In the brief length of their acquaintanceship, Kita has seen Akashi unbothered by too many disturbing things to believe that unassuming veneer.

“Well, that would be you.”

Asdjf ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I love this!!

Ship/Character: Kamasaki Yasushi &/ Futakuchi Kenji
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: NONE
Other Tags: One-sided admiration/crush who knows really, Futakuchi-style insults
Word Count: 523
Remix Permission: Yes

It's...been...a while...since I wrote Futakuchi but thank you for the fun prompt!! *vague hand waving

***

The cafe is filled with chatter, and the clatter of cutlery on ceramic tableware. Someone taps him twice on the shoulder, then slides into the seat on the opposite side before he can turn.

“Sorry I’m late,” Kamasaki says, looking not at all apologetic.

Kenji snorts and pushes the menu across the table to him. “Sure you are. I’m hungry, order quick.”

“Still so bossy, aren’t you.”

Kenji opts not to rise to the challenge in a show of his newfound no-longer-in-high-school maturity. As Kamasaki studies the menu, he lets his own gaze linger on Kamasaki’s features, notes the faint shadow of stubble on his chin and how the afternoon sun streaming through the window catches his eyes. In the light, they look warmer, softer than Kenji remembers them being.

He takes a sip from his glass, appreciating the way Kamasaki’s shirt fits around his broad shoulders. He’s never seen Kamasaki in a button-up before, and this particular one that Kamasaki is wearing — plain and navy blue — cuts a nice figure. Not that Kenji had never noticed even under the shapeless pieces of fabric Kamasaki calls (called?) clothes, but it’s been a while, and he’d maybe forgotten.

Kamasaki looks up and calls for the waitress; they place their orders before settling back into staring at each other.

It’s almost awkward. Kenji doesn’t do awkward.

“Trying to impress the girls at uni?” he asks, drawling the words and letting his lips curl up into the smirk that he’s always reserved for Kamasaki. It feels like a sweater he’s outgrown, something he can still fit into comfortably with some effort, but unworn for far too long. “I thought you only had Dateko t-shirts and sport jerseys in your wardrobe.”

Instead of scowling or raising his hackles, the jibe instead draws a hearty guffaw out of Kamasaki, taking Kenji a little by surprise. The sound falls warm and amused, familiar in a foreign manner. Kenji has heard it many times, especially when they had team dinners together during Kamasaki’s last year in high school and the three third-years would sit slightly apart from the rest of them, laughing at some joke or memory Kenji did not know, only the sound of their laughter creeping into his consciousness as he stole a piece of meat off Aone’s plate.

But Kenji has never heard it directed at himself like this. It rings pure, no mockery or anger in it whatsoever as it bleeds into Kenji’s skin. He wonders if he could wrap himself up in it, then kicks himself for the thought.

“You really haven’t changed,” Kamasaki says after he’s stopped laughing. “So many things you could start insulting and you went with my clothes.”

The retort slips out almost on instinct. “I mean, no offence, Kamasaki-senpai, but I don’t like your face that much. Even if I haven’t seen it for a year.”

Kamasaki snorts into his drink again, and Kenji takes some pride in being the cause of that sound. Hiding his smile behind the rim of his own glass, he wonders how many times he can hear it before the meal is over.

"A song about shit?" Tooru tugs down the rim of his eyelid and sticks out his tongue. "How unromantic."

ahaha that's so Oikawa. Moments ago he was so upset. Thank you for writing this! It's one of my favourite prompts and one of my favourite songs.

S C R E ECHES HOLY FUCK

I will do a proper commentary later but I fucking love you for writing this and thank you so much for doing my iron boys justice, thank you thank you thank you 😭

Ship/Character: Himuro Tatsuya/(Liu Wei, Aomine Daiki, Kagami Taiga, Nijimura Shuuzou) or Haizaki Shougo/(Kise Ryouta, Nijimura Shuuzou), or Alexandra Garcia/Araki Masako
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: graphic depictions of violence
Additional Tags: throws this to the wind, thanks i love historic kwc shit, but tbh take this anywhere you want
Do Not Wants: abo, noncon

Prompt:

何も変えられないのならば
血を流せ
叫べ人間　もう時間だ
均衡は常識外の　味を知る
手ヲ挙ゲロ　手ヲ挙ゲロ
皆一斉に

If nothing can be changed
Then let the blood flow
Scream, human, it's already time
Status quo knows the taste of iconoclasm
Raise your hand, raise your hand,
One and all

- Tohma ft. GUMI, "Kowloon Retro" (trans. from here.)

Edited 2018-07-02 10:00 (UTC)

awww so protective. Such bros. This was so on point!

Ship/Character: Miya Atsumu & ... Kita Shinsuke
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: OMG I wrote second person.
Word Count: 531
Remix Permission: Yup.

***

There are two Miya Atsumus.

The one who winds up his teammates in the changing rooms … at practise … during school... at weekends … a call... a message…a dumbass emoji. Who spends his time telling the rest they’re scrubs, who gives no mind to anyone else’s feelings because he ‘ain’t giving a shit ‘bout that stuff if they can’t hit his tosses right’. The Miya Atsumu that at times is so loathed that no one will sit with him when they break for lunch—not even his brother (maybe that’s not a surprise as they spend their lives at odds but never quite seem to break)—but leave him sitting at a table alone, or on the steps of the gym.

Not that he seems to notice, or care, but carries on munching and swilling down an energy drink, flexing the fingers of the hand he’s not using.

Careless of people’s feelings, so you’d think he’d be careless about everything else. Except he’s not. He’s meticulous. From the preparation (new nail files, a hand cream light enough to soak in yet heavy enough to make a difference, a series of hand exercises designed to strengthen and improve flexibility, knee crunches to strengthen the ligaments, and the endless tossing up, up, up in the air and practising in the garden with ‘Samu until even he’d had enough).

Maybe this is the same Miya Atsumu, two sides of a coin, unable to live without the other because all that punctiliousness fuels his obsession which further hones the personality that can only be described as sewage.

But there is another Miya Atsumu, the one who after the loss doesn’t blame anyone else. Who feels the loss as keenly or more so than any member of the team, who can’t take comfort from the knowledge he was on the top of his game, but takes succour from the fact that everyone else around him played to their best.

“We were beaten by a better side on the day.” he murmurs.

The crack in his throat, the swallowed sob is barely discernible, but you’ve listened out for it since that last point was scored because you know, you know, you know, that this Atsumu is the one who’ll need to make sense of it all before he turns inward and lashes out again and again to anyone who tries too late.

He’ll be impossible for a while. But that’s the Miya Atsumu they all know, and that’s the one they feel safe with.

But you. You’ve always felt safe with every incarnation of Atsumu. Despite the knowledge that when he first arrived he looked on you with incomprehension because all you appear to do is wait, and wait with a patience he cannot achieve, you’ve seen what he can do, what he can bring to this team and the usual steady beat of your pulse becomes erratic when you watch.

And there’s yet another Miya Atsumu, one you discover a year later, when he’s trembling as you cup his face in your hands. When his eyes close and the noise in his throat is a husk and a groan as he surrenders to your kiss.

Ship/Character: Fuji Shuusuke/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Prince of Tennis, Daiya no A
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: trans characters are encouraged if u want!
Do Not Wants: abo

Prompt:

Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die

-- romeo and juliet

Edited 2018-07-02 10:29 (UTC)

Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji/Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: after school, in the quiet
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:

Gmorning.
Today I wanna talk about YOUR FACE.
I like it.
- Lin-Manuel Miranda (tweet)

Edited 2018-07-02 10:58 (UTC)

WAVES HANDS AT MAJOR TAGS

(im sorry, i'll write happy rinharus at some point maybe)

SAN

Hahahaha don't be sorry I very much enjoyed it through my heart clenching

Ship/Character: Miya Atsumu &/ Kita Shinsuke
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: time travellers AU, or jumping through alternate universes AU
Do Not Wants: no character deaths

Prompt:

Gmorning.
New day.
New music.
New books.
New stories.
New worlds.
N’ you are alive and awake.
Cmon, let’s go see what’s new.
- Lin-Manuel Miranda (tweet)

Ship/Character: Kuramochi Youichi/Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: garden of words
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

— Rain, Ooe Senri

Ship/Character: Todoroki Raichi/&Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: none
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

— whoever wrote this sign. i clicked off twitter and the algorithm won't give it back

Ship/Character: rindou/nene
Fandom: shokugeki no souma
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: probable violence? listen to ur heart lark
Do Not Wants: none

Prompt:

We keep
telling the other, I love you
and I love you, and we do,
though we both know
where the knives are.

- Laura Van Prooyen, This Child

Ship/Character: Kuroo Tetsurou &/ Kenma Kozume
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Kenma is so Done™ but this is also really useful???
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:

when life gives you lemons, you can use the lemon essential oil you get from cold pressing the lemon peels for a variety of different benefits including relieving nausea, improving digestion, nourishing skin and supporting your metabolism. it is also a natural disinfectant and ca
- Jonny Sun (tweet)

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Bonus Round 2: Quotes

Rules

A Few Examples:

If Prompting

NSFW Prompts

If Filling

Minimums

Format

NSFW Fills

Scoring

Additional Information

Re: Prompt: Team Grandstand

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Grandstand

Re: PROMPT : Team Sowlmates

Fill: Team Kinkage, T

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, T

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, T

no subject

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T

Prompt: Team Dead Senpais

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

Prompt: Team Dead Senpais

Prompt: Team Dead Senpais

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

PROMPT: Team Grandstand