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2025 Round: Quotes

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2025 Round: Quotes

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"the poem begins not where the knife enters, but where the blade twists"

"beauty is terror"

"you'll just have to taste me, when he's kissing you"

Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. For this round, every prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, do whatever. Steal from a literary classic, or copy a hit tweet.

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✧ 2025 ROUND: QUOTES ✧

2025 FILLS MASTERLIST

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I am going absolutely insane over this because this is just perfect and at the height of my obsession with arcane like seriously this is everything I've wanted and more!!!

Ship/Member: Any but consider Jeonghan, Scoups, Woozi
Major Tags: possible MCD
Additional Tags: Bonus points if it's an Arcane AU but not a requirement, dealing with difficult and probably life altering decisions
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Take a seat
But I'd rather you not be here for
What could be my final form
Stay your pretty eyes on course
Keep the memories of who I was before
So stay with me because
My body's on the line now
I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
Did I disappoint you?
Will they still let me over
If I cross the line?

-The line - Twenty One Pilots

Edited 2024-12-30 20:18 (UTC)

You know that Wonwoo's chat absolutely finds ways to make him wear the cat ears at every possible opportunity. I love the idea of both Wonwoo and Jeonghan being game boys in very distinct and opposite ways - thank you for giving me the perfect opportunity to explore that dynamic! 💕

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it!! Truly rooting for Minghao and his revenge arc 🫡

Ship/Member: jeonghan & soonyoung
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: enlistment, genfic, the passage of time, author has not touched math in years
Permission to remix: yes!

***

Soonyoung remembers the minimal amount of time he'd spent studying for Suneung — it feels trivial to remember this now but there's something about a minimum amount time spent on one thing versus a near infinite amount of time spent on another that compels him, in those last days with Jeonghan.

The minimum amount of time he gets to spend with Jeonghan isn't by choice, but there are concessions to be made, always. Time spent together that he needs to enjoy, no matter how scarce.

When he was studying for Suneung, in between long days at the practice room and an endless commute to Maseok, he'd tried to make the most of it too. If this idol thing didn't work out the least he could try was making sure that he didn't have to retake Suneung next year, or worst case only half of it. He'd salvaged a string of 2 and 3s across the board in the end, and by the time the next Suneung rolled around any thought of retaking it was out of his mind: the thing he'd spent a near infinite amount of time on instead of prep books had carved out even more space for itself. Except — when it crept up on him, late at night when he wasn't sleeping, during standby at broadcasting stations, in one company car or another, on the plane to Japan and back, waiting in line to enter the stage. It wasn't that the thought never left him, but it lingered, like an old safety net he wasn't so sure would even work anymore.

*

Minimum time with Jeonghan-hyung means: hooking his chin on his shoulder at the airport before their flight to Germany, tangling hands under the fluffy business class blankets on the plane, sharing a wall between their hotel rooms, making Jeonghan take his stupid little pics for Instagram outside their hotel in Berlin — crying in his arms after the show because the hourglass has almost emptied out.

It's strange to think that he'll be next to leave after Jeonghan, that the end of Jeonghan's time marks the start of Soonyoung's remaining limited time, an endless loop or overlapping circles, maybe. Soonyoung wonders how enlistment will feel — a near infinite amount of time?

*

Minimum time with Jeonghan-hyung, with himself, means: a proportionate opposite amount of love to distribute, expendable to infinity, filling in all the crevices forming as time erodes.

Soonyoung remembers the minimal amount of time he'd spent studying for Suneung, but there was something about inverse functions back then. If limited time produces love, then putting love into the inverse of that function must produce additional time — he's not so sure of the math, but he'll believe in it.

accidentally posted anonymously T_T this was me...

Ship/Member: Minghao, Vernon, others mentioned
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: the wisp of a corruption arc from afar, network fishery-esque setting ((aka Network Love members have a store that handles fish and people))
Permission to remix: Yes

***
i started out writing this in a very different direction and then i got a postype notification and my brain got hijacked. please forgive me

Fish were small. Familiar. Easy to clean. But sometimes he plunged his hands into the cool water of the basin and couldn’t quite remember where the eddies of red had come from, this time; was the metal on his tongue from a fresh arterial spray, or the rising gorge of an old, old memory?

But eventually it recedes, and he nags Hansol to remember to scrub underneath his fingernails, too, keen to instill the habit of using a bristled scrub brush early. It just wouldn’t be right to let him get used to the sight of thin lines of red crusting underneath his nails, against the base of his skin, even if it were just from the persistent guts of one too many fish.
Should always be, if the world was fair.

*

The first time he killed, he had no choice. And the next, and so many that followed thereafter, even if he had been the one to choose to keep Junhui’s back pressed against his every time. His only port of safety in the merciless Shanghai streets they had been dragged to.

(That very first time, he had cried and cried and not even the beating it had earned him had stemmed his tears. The pure tears of a child, ceaselessly pouring out as if they were sufficient to wash off the splatters of red still clinging to the creases of his palms, the side of his face.

In the end, he merely drained himself of all his tears with nothing else to show for it.

The next time they dragged him out, he didn’t cry at all, even when they pointed him towards a child smaller than him.

It took him until meeting Junhui to stop throwing up after the deed was done, though.)

*

Whenever they asked him, in private, Joshua always maintained that he had only kept Hansol around because he needed someone to speak English to—for the sake of his sanity.

Accordingly, with him in the shop they made sure to keep their jokes in Korean about benign fish, maintaining that the basement was off-limits to untrained hands, toned down on the pace of their extra activities until the four of them had fallen into enough of a routine together to begin to relax.

Perhaps a little too much—was Minghao’s thought, when he first caught sight of the smaller tail following him one night, watching him clean up after himself.

The process of getting blood out of his work clothes was all the same no matter the source, but with his watcher in mind he was more diligent about pulling on latex gloves to apply peroxide to the stains, letting it soak.

The least he could do was demonstrate the correct way to do things, if he would be sneaking out either way.

*

The first time Hansol really comes to him for help, he’s got a half-dried smear of blood on one side of his face, flecks of it still determinedly clinging beneath his fingernails.

Minghao gently scrubs the underside of each nail clean and lets Hansol tell him about the boy he had rescued in the alley, who looked to be the same age as him. He lightly probes into how he’s feeling, after such a violent experience, only to have Hansol blink at him and say he felt good.

He was glad to have protected the boy—he’d do it again.

(Hansol explains that he had only knocked the thugs out after sneaking up on them, before pulling the boy after him as they made their escape.

Minghao thinks about sharp rocks and head wounds, and will finish what Hansol started.)

*

Joshua is the most opposed to his proposition, when he brings it up, but in the end even he agrees it’s better for Hansol to be supervised where they can see him—learn the right way of doing things from them—rather than getting into more trouble on his own.

Even so, Joshua never speaks plainly around Hansol—always using euphemisms to allude to the nature of the work. In Korean, at least; Minghao isn’t sure if he ever addresses any of it when he talks with Hansol in English.

*

One night, Boo Seungkwan sneaks around the back of a storefront, and sees something he was never supposed to. The boy he remembers as Vernon hears his gasp and turns around with adrenaline thudding through his veins and blood on his face and tells him not to worry—he already killed him.

woww i love the way you used the ... concept!!! setting it early enough that junhui's got room for doubt as far as his korean listening comprehension. that ending is so good!

and on the other hand the jun choking out the fishbone vs wonwoo swallowing it metaphor... i enjoyed this so much thank you for filling!! :D

Ship/Member: Any but consider Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Wishin' you were kind enough to be cruel about it
Tellin' myself I can always do without it
Knowin' that it probably isn't true

Cool About It, boygenius

Maybe won't you take it back?
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today
You didn’t mean to say "I love you"

i love you, Billie Eilish

I told you I loved you—for a moment the cruelest thing to do seemed like the nicest thing I could say.

source

Edited (added source link) 2024-12-31 03:03 (UTC)

Ship/Member: Any but consider Seungcheol or Mingyu
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I am at the mouth of the cave. I am willing to crawl.

-Ada Limón, Notes on the Below

I will be
nothing more than a neck for this one.
How they resist learning the body, following
its instructions like a dog.

-Caitlin Scarano, Do Not Bring Him Water

Ship/Member: any but consider wonhui, junshua, gyuhao, verhao
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: crack or crack treated seriously, china, explorations of diaspora/home/belonging
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

tweet by

yidashengli

Ship/Member: any but consider jeongcheol, soonwoo, verkwan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: rule 63, yuri beam, losing passion for your craft and rediscovering it through another person
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

At first, she was nothing but an annoyance. Because when I'm with her, I remember that there are things I care about, things I find important, and more than that, she makes me feel.

Not just happy feelings, so we're clear. She's made me feel sad, too. And even like I'm empty inside.

But, she's drawn me a future, a future we can share. And I don't want to let her go.

Akashi, Still Sick

Ship/Member: any but consider jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: the end of the world (real or metaphorical)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Out in the park, we watch the sunset
Talkin' on a rusty swing set
After a while, you went quiet
And I got mean
I'm always pushin' you away from me
But you come back with gravity
And when I call, you come home
A bird in your teeth

So I gotta go
I know, I know, I know
When the sirens sound,
You'll hide under the floor
But I'm not gonna go down
With my hometown in a tornado
I'm gonna chase it
I know, I know, I know

Phoebe Bridgers, I Know the End

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: memory, devotion, or the failure thereof
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

The life of the body is a nightmare. This is my hand
over his face, which isn’t his face anymore, revising.
I made a shape of the shape he made, subtracted
what he shared with anyone else. There wasn’t
much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.
It was too much to bear. I put down the brush and
looked around my hands. I turned off the headlights of
my looking and let the animal get away.

Richard Siken, "Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light" in Crush

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: non-idol AU of some type preferred.
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

You need to keep telling newbies that "they suck", over and over again!

Yaku Morisuke in 'Haikyuu!!' (Furudate Haruichi)

Ship/Member: Dino/Vernon
Major Tags: temporary character death, nsfw, implied minor character death
Additional Tags: implied asphyxiation, superpower-ish au
Permission to remix: Yes

***

Hansol’s throat starts working again three months after he wakes up.

They’ve started thinking that perhaps he’d never talk again. It’s not as scary as it sounds. He’s never been much of a talker even before, and Chan has always been good at understanding non-verbal cues.

Today Chan passes him his headphones after Hansol’s done putting his shoes on, and it slips out of his mouth on instinct.

“Thanks, Chan.”

The headphones fall to the ground. Chan looks at Hansol like he’s been stricken.

Hansol decides not to say anything again.

-

His memory is a little fuzzy, and no one seems willing to fill in the blanks.

They treat him just fine. A little too delicate, maybe, but nothing he can’t deal with. He’s no longer allowed to be on the front lines for missions—which is understandable, considering—but it’s not like a healer like him was ever expected to do that anyway, so.

The agency sends people his way, Hansol fixes them up. Same old, same old.

It's been one stranger after another lately. That’s good, he figures. It means the people he knows aren’t getting hurt. But he hasn’t seen anyone from his team ever since he woke up—Jisoo, Seungkwan, Seokmin, all of them—and the pang in his heart feels like yearning.

Chan drops by sometimes, if only to keep Hansol company.

He talks about his day, his mission. He rants about the agency and clocking extra hours. He talks about overpriced food in the company cafeteria.

He never talks about the team.

And Hansol never replies, because it doesn’t seem like Chan ever really wants him to, so he lets Chan find comfort in the silence.

-

Chan has always been a little too eager, a little too enthusiastic, but Hansol doesn’t remember him ever being deliberately rough.

Maybe he needs it now. Maybe he needs to go hard to make it feel real. Maybe he just needs to drown everything out.

Sex is the only time Chan doesn’t flinch at Hansol’s voice. Chan yearns for it, even, fucks him hard until Hansol’s muted, choked gasps becomes moans. Sometimes Chan’s hands hover over his neck, wraps around it, and Hansol knows he considers, knows the pauses mean something, but he never goes through with it.

Once, he comes close, the weight of his palms pressing on Hansol’s throat as he thrusts inside.

“Sometimes I wish we never met,” he whispers, and the cold honesty pierces through Hansol as he claws at his back.

-

(“You didn’t have to bring me back,” Hansol says to him quietly, after.

Chan lets out a bitter, despondent laugh. “I’ll always choose you.”)

-

“I would’ve done the same.”

“You wouldn’t,” Chan tells him, “not for anything in the world.”

Hansol lets out a soft breath, hugging his knees to his chest. “You don’t know that.”

Chan scoffs. “I know you,” he says, “the same way I know you’ll lie to me if it makes me feel better.”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Chan-ah.”

Chan doesn’t look at him. He never looks at Hansol anymore, when it comes to things that matter. “You were always stronger than me.”

Hansol doesn’t ask. A life for a life, a love for a love. The same way pain seeps into Hansol’s entire being when he takes away pain.

Hansol doesn’t ask whose blood Chan stained his hands with to bring Hansol back.

-

Ship/Member: Any, Seokmin & Mingyu?
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Comedic danger
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Pumbaa: Shall we run for our lives?
Timon: Oh, yes, let's.
Both: AAAAAH!!!! (both scream and run)

Lion King 1½

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: Reincarnation
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

We'll transcend time to live again. Perhaps this time we'll find happiness.

Princess Serenity in Sailor Moon (Naoko Takeuchi)

oh, wow this was stunning! your writing is so atmospheric & sharp. the thumping throughout & buildup to the heart reveal had my heart pounding (ha! but no, seriously). this line in particular re: the gyuhan dynamic is one I'll be thinking about for a long time: "But if Mingyu was a rock then Jeonghan was the water that flowed around him. Was one holding the other back, or was one wearing the other down?" thank you so much for writing & sharing!!! ♡♡♡

Umm happy holidays I have fully lost it!!! I did intend to shrek you specifically with this but this is beyond anything I could have imagined... Donkey from shrek is a slippery slope that leads to profound melancholy and emptiness actually

Jeonghan didn't like upsetting people, least of all Mingyu, but he liked knowing that he could.

and

But if Mingyu was a rock then Jeonghan was the water that flowed around him. Was one holding the other back, or was one wearing the other down?

The gyuhan thesis... I fear no one will ever get it like you do. And the seamless blend of metaphor and meaning in this can i get a YEAH

...muscle memory, which is what they call it when the body remembers but the mind does not. Of course, he’d reply. I love you.

Oh my... you're really not pulling punches with this one huh. Also the way you've chosen to write the dialogue without quotation marks is such a cool choice, adds an uneasy hush to the story that viscerally recreates the way Jeonghan experiences the world. Especially in the bathtub scene; Mingyu is screaming but it almost feels like we can't hear him.

This is such a bleak, haunting portrait of a person in deep pain. What does love even mean to someone who can't feel anything? How do you tell the person that loves you and have it do anything but hurt them? Can you? Should you try to? I have no answers, just awe for your skill and insight

Thank you so much for taking my bait and for your work as always <3 <3 <3

this line was stunning: "If limited time produces love, then putting love into the inverse of that function must produce additional time — he's not so sure of the math, but he'll believe in it." you're making me believe in it too!!! ;_____; I love how you condensed the span of debut to enlistment into such a tight piece - truly took me on that emotional journey. I'm warming my heart by this during the cold times of yjh enlistment. thank you so much for writing & sharing!! ♡♡

The drug works fast as it wrenches him awake, the feeling of Soonyoung’s thumb tight against his pulse point. Before he plummets, he sees Soonyoung’s mouth twist. “See you tonight.”

AUGH.... wow this kicked my ass holy shit

Ship/Member: Soonyoung/Jihoon
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sentinel/guide au (w some liberties), idolverse
Permission to remix: Yes

***

It's lucky that Jihoon is in the studio tonight.

can i come to u was all Soonyoung had sent, no punctuation like a heathen, and Jihoon replies with a thumbs up. There used to be protocols to observe, calls and responses in code and communications through a group chat with no fewer than three staff members, but it's been long enough since the chaos that was debuting a group with a sentinel in it that they've long since figured out their own more casual systems.

It's only about five minutes before Soonyoung knocks and lets himself in, so he must have already been at the company practicing.

Soonyoung confirms Jihoon's suspicions: "I was just downstairs. Sorry. It's loud tonight."

It's loud every night. Soonyoung doesn't handle the fluorescents well, but still for some reason practices alone in rooms with all the lights on, music pounding, sweat dripping into his eyes. Like all the pamphlets he'd been given about managing sensory input served him better as napkins than as practical guides.

Why would I need guidance, Soonyoung likes to say, wrapping a genial arm around Jihoon's shoulders, when I have this guy?

Jihoon grunts at him and puts his headphones back on. He's got another hour in him. Maybe two. The song needs four or five before he can reasonably call it finished, but it isn't due until the end of the week. Which is a good thing, because he's not going to be getting much more done tonight.

Soonyoung sighs and collapses dramatically into a seated heap at Jihoon's feet. He nudges closer, closer still, looking up every now and again like he's pushing his luck. His hair is white blonde and spiky. The stylists keep putting him in colored contacts, ice blue, which Soonyoung detests because he can feel them against his corneas and the distraction means that for every moment they're not performing he needs Jihoon's hand in his just to stop from floating away into an overload. And for a guy who loves to loudly proclaim his devotion to Jihoon and desire for more skinship and literally has a registered disability for which Jihoon himself has been assigned as an accommodation, Soonyoung hates being seen needing help.

He's still inching closer like he's afraid Jihoon is going to snap. His eyes are pinched the way they get when a migraine looms.

"It's fine," Jihoon mutters, to put the both of them out of their misery.

Soonyoung's hand wraps around Jihoon's bare ankle, and the room kaleidoscopes into a sensory fractal.

Jihoon has never gotten used to this part; he doesn't know how any person reasonably could. Soonyoung's consciousness sprawls, predatory and unrelenting like invasive flora in an otherwise undisturbed forest. Where Jihoon had before been focused on clicking around his editing software, he's now thrust into a view wherein each wavelength of light emanating from his screen is distinct from the others. He hears the buzzing of the computer, the lights, the gears in his watch. He feels the press of the air conditioner against every facet of his body.

"Intense," he remarks.

"Told you it was loud."

"Gonna calm down?"

Soonyoung grumbles. "Why are you always so harsh?"

"Take it or leave it." Jihoon chews a little on the inside of his cheek and tastes that afternoon's lunch. "Seriously, relax."

Soonyoung grimaces again, bleached hair prickling Jihoon's knee just below the line of his shorts, and that stubborn sensitive sentinel part of him loosens its grip, fractionally, on their combined senses. Soonyoung describes these moments, once they've passed, with a kind of religious fervor. Soonyoung who despite his pride willingly sinks to his knees in front of Jihoon like it costs him nothing. Soonyoung who is well-practiced in the art of worship to the point of obsession, between his thirsts for artistry and fame and pressing at the limits of what his body is capable of, this body that has already broken barriers, done and seen and weathered more than most, this body that has become, hilariously, absurdly, Jihoon's responsibility somewhere along the way. Soonyoung who, with no traces of irony in his voice, calls what Jihoon can do a miracle.

Soonyoung whose first question upon meeting the boy who would become his guide was: "But can you dance?"

Jihoon could and can. Amidst a sea of rumors to the contrary, Jihoon wanted this as badly as any of them from the very start.

"Better?" he asks after a long moment.

Soonyoung smiles up at him dopily. "You're magic."

"I need to keep working," he says instead of responding in kind. "That fine?"

"Do your thing. I'll just be down here."

This, Jihoon will never admit, is the part he himself would liken to prayer. Soonyoung fills his awareness with thorns and Jihoon, methodical and tactless, pares them back, one after another until the room shimmers in soft afterglow.

Soonyoung's temple grateful against Jihoon's knee, and Jihoon pressing back.

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“Don’t go,” he whispered in her ear.
Lina reached around for him, letting him curl around her.
“It won’t be me who leaves,” she said.
- from "To Make a Man", Januaries by Olivie Blake

But the truth I learned here is, you had to leave because you're you. And the reason I liked you is because you're you. And who you are is someone who leaves.
- Haesung, Past Lives

oh my god?????? you are sooo adept at creating atmosphere. i was trying to figure out where you would take this and the last line gave me chills

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2025 Round: Quotes

Re: [FILL] take what you want, take what you can

The line

Re: [FILL] game boys

Re: [FILL] we both know forgotten doesn't mean forgiven

[FILL] carved out a place in this world for two

Re: [FILL] carved out a place in this world for two

[FILL] don't you know who i think i am?

Re: [FILL] . . . . . . . .

cruel to be kind

no subject

no subject

girlsvt

no subject

no subject

Newbies

[FILL] my boy builds coffins

Run for our lives

Time

Re: [FILL] telltale

Re: [FILL] telltale

Re: [FILL] carved out a place in this world for two

Re: [FILL]: history is for fools

[FILL] degrees of noise

borrowing

Re: [FILL] my boy builds coffins