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Bonus Round 4: Quotes
A wise man once said there is no Sportsfest without Quotes round! For the last BR we'll take inspiration from others' words.
This bonus round will be open until Friday, August 16th at 11:59 PT. (Countdown)
This round is now closed!
However, it is perpetually open to new fills!
Rules
- Submit prompts by commenting a quote of your choice.
There is no hard rules regarding the quote's length but please don't put the entire work in a single prompt.
The source may be a book, a speech, song lyrics, a movie line, popular tweets, memes, etc.
It CAN NOT be taken from a private conversation.
Quotes from other Sportsfest participants or yourself are NOT allowed either as the intentions can be easily misunderstood or create an exclusionary environment through private jokes.
Unlike last year's Quotes round, prompting images is NOT allowed.
Please give credit to the author of the quote whenever possible.
Example:- "My name, my real name, that is not the point.
The name I chose is the Doctor."
― Matt Smith in Doctor Who - "I've come back to the land I'd lost"
― Joywave, Tongues - "Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful."
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
- "My name, my real name, that is not the point.
Format
Required Work Minimums:- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan
- 14 lines (poetry)
- Playlists - 5 song minimum with artists. Link to either a video playlist, or each song separately. Be sure to warn for content in the music videos, and you may find linking to lyrics helpful. You may also write an explanation of why you chose each song.
- Moodboards - 9 photo min, source all photos, and no fanart allowed (unless it's your own)
- If you’d like to use a different medium, please contact the mods if you have any questions about minimum requirements.
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
If Prompting
Please use the following subject line for prompt:
- Prompt: [Your Team]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames or Official Names are both acceptable
NSFW prompts
All explicitly NSFW prompts must be posted in
sf_afterhours in the corresponding Bonus Round post. You can find the After Hours BR4 post here.If Filling
Please use the following subject line for your fill:
- FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to (Grandstand included!). Nicknames and Official Names are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
NSFW Fills
NSFW Fills must be posted in
sf_afterhours. If you are filling an NSFW prompt, you may reply to it normally. If you're filling a SFW prompt with an NSFW fill, post your fill as a reply to the "Fills for SFW Prompts" comment, then cross-link it here. Learn more about posting in After Hours here, and you can find the after hours post for BR4 here.
Scoring
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual member!Prompts
- Prompts 1-10: 5 points
- Prompts 10+: No points !
- Fills 1-10: 15 points each
- Fills 11-20: 5 points each
- Fills 21+: 2 points each
Additional Information
- If you're having trouble finding prompts/fills, Icie's bonus round database is a great tool!
- The Bonus Round Guidelines further explain how bonus rounds function along with examples.
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Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T
Ship/Character: kuroo & daishou
Additional Characters: mika
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: pissing contest teenager style
Word Count: 1049
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
***
The noise of the arcade was welcome to Kuroo’s tired soul. After a solid month of dousing his brain in exam studies, it was time to light the match and burn it all away in a weekend full of video games and bad pizza.
Of course, Kenma hated the place because it was dirty and loud, but those very things made Kuroo feel right at home. Maybe he was an alley cat, after all.
After half an hour of nonstop Pac-Man, Kuroo heard the siren song of the Guitar Hero game calling out to him. He had no musical skill, neither vocal nor instrumental, but he was relatively dexterous and had sharp hand-eye coordination. That was more than enough to make him a rockstar, if only within the bounds of this one game.
Just as he was easing the strap over his shoulder and extending it to a usable length, a terribly familiar voice oozed through the background din and rang in his ears. “I thought I smelled garbage.”
Kuroo’s fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of the plastic guitar. “Well, if it isn’t everyone’s favorite cartoon villain.”
Daishou edged closer to the game machine and took the second guitar. “You should pick something else to play. Something done in neo-crayon chic.”
Plugging a token into the machine, Kuroo smirked and drew himself to his full height to loom over Daishou. It was petty and he probably looked like a jackass, but he had one single allergy and that was losing at anything to Daishou. “Care to find out for sure?”
Mouth open to respond, Daishou’s jaw snapped close when a much softer yet also familiar voice joined the fray. “Suguru, there you are! Did you want to —” Mika sighed loudly when she noticed the two of them in the midst of a standoff. “Nice to see you again, Tetsu-chan.”
“Likewise.” Kuroo cast Daishou a sidelong glance and relished the way his old rival bristled at the sight of Kuroo planting a kiss on the back of Mika’s hand.
Daishou was quicksilver fast as he tugged Mika out of Kuroo’s grip. “Don’t let him touch you or you’ll get fleas on you.”
Mika rolled her eyes and wriggled out from under Daishou’s arm. “You’re doing this now? Really?” She shook her head. “Whatever. I’m going to get some bubble tea. If I find you two coming to blows, we’re leaving.” She was almost blended into the crowd before she called over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’ll tell your mother.”
Kuroo could hardly stifle a laugh when Daishou blanched at Mika’s threat, but when he heard her giggle while she walked away, he lost that battle immediately. “Dude, you should see your face.”
“I hate you so much.” Daishou adjusted the guitar and glared at Kuroo. “Well, are we doing this thing or not?”
Waggling his brows, Kuroo replied, “It’s on like Donkey Kong, you unctuous invertebrate.”
Daishou inserted a token of his own, and the battle began.
“Medium is for losers,” Daishou drawled as Freebird queued up. “Face me like a man.”
Kuroo flexed his fingers over the buttons on the neck. “I suppose I could slum it on Hard to make it fair.”
“Shots fired.” Daishou selected Expert and blew on his fingertips. A greasy leer spread across his lips. “I’m going to destroy you, Tetsu-kun.”
Before he could rebut, the song started. If not for reflexes honed by playing this particular song, he would’ve missed the first note, but it didn’t take long for an almost hypnotic sense of concentration took over. Daishou’s taunts faded away, and nothing remained but fingers flying over keys in perfect harmony with the barrage of notes flying toward him.
By the time the last drawn out note came and he was wailing the whammy bar for those last few points, Kuroo finally realized that the room was almost silent around him save for the clamor of various games beckoning people to them.
A hushed crowd had gathered around them, and Daishou’s guitar hung unheeded from its strap as he stared. “Dude,” Daishou croaked.
“What?” Kuroo shook the kinks out of his fingers, only to find that everyone in sight was gaping at him just like Daishou had. All at once, they all burst into raucous applause and chanted just like the faceless crowds in the game.
When he looked at the screen, he finally understood why. “Holy shit.” The 100% glowed in an almost ethereal light, or maybe Kuroo was just light in the head. He thrust his arms up in the air and crowed in victory.
As he sat down for bad pizza and flat soda that appeared in front of him, Kuroo reaped the rewards of his conquest. It wasn’t every day someone got to hit that kind of score on what was arguably the most difficult song in the game. Even less frequently could one do so while grinding an obnoxious weasel’s face under his heel.
After he was regrettably full, Mika slid into the chair opposite him looking even more tired than he was in his carbohydrate-induced stupor. “Sorry in advance, Tetsu. If I’d have known he was going to do that, I would’ve stopped him.”
Kuroo waved off her apology. “No need to think about that. I’m fully capable of trouncing his ass on my own.”
Mika sighed loudly. “That’s not what I mean. You’ll see.”
A taste of dread the flavor of which Kuroo could only attribute to Daishou lingered in his mouth, with Mika’s ominous words ringing in his ears. Something — he didn’t know what — wasn’t right.
Wandering back to the now-dormant Guitar Hero game, Kuroo looked at the display and his jaw dropped. Up at the top of the leaderboard was his score, accompanied by a username only one person could have been evil enough to be responsible.
“Suguru’s lil bitch,” he read aloud, and what he did (or, rather, did NOT do) began to sink in. The memories of a victory lap around the arcade surfaced, with him leaving the guitar and the high score entry blinking behind him.
“Damn it!”
A familiar, terrible, no good, grimy, villainous laugh wafted from behind the machine. Daishou’s head popped out from the side, and he gave a cheery little wave. “Gotcha.”
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