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sportsfest2018-06-16 12:14 am
Bonus Round 1: Time and Place
Bonus Round 1: Time & Place
Who, when, and where? Send your favorite sports animanga characters to any time and place you want—but the filler decides what they do there.
This bonus round will close on June 29th, 2018 at 11:59PM PT. (Countdown Timer)
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open to new Fills.
Rules
Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a time and place, along with any character/ship/group/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms. Your prompt can include characters from any animanga title regardless of your team affiliation.
- Please format your prompt like so:
TIME: [Time]
PLACE: [Place] - The place can be any real or fictional location.
- The time can be as specific or vague as you want.
- Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt “Fandom: Any”.
- If your prompt includes a relationship, make sure to use the proper notation. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Feel free to add additional clarifications as needed.
Here are a few examples to get your creative juices flowing:
TIME: Victorian Era
PLACE: The catacombs of London
TIME: Monday morning
PLACE: The coffee shop down the street
TIME: The last pitch
PLACE: Koshien
TIME: June 16th, 2018 at 4:20 PM
PLACE: 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney
Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with your time and place-inspired fanwork.
Please make sure to adhere to the specific prompt/fill formats!!! Otherwise, the BR scorer may miss your fill. If you make a mistake, please edit your post, or delete and repost if editing has been disabled.
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. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Prompts
EXPLICITLY NSFW PROMPTS must be posted to the After-Hours comm. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
“Explicitly NSFW” means that the prompt includes outright sexual content (whether in a photograph, drawing, or in words), and prompts that in the additional requests are asking for explicit fills. Prompts are posted with the same HTML format, in the same manner as a SFW prompt, just under the designated post for that Bonus Round in the After-Hours comm. See ‘Filling’ for the procedures for NSFW Fills.
If Filling
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
14 lines (poetry)
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
- Find a guide to tagging HERE.
- Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills MUST be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours BR1 post.
If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please DO NOT use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.
Scoring
The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!
For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)
For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:
- First 5n fills: 20 points each
- Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each
- Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each
- All fills after 15n: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Additional Information
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post). We’ll also have a prompt/fill database up and running soon that will help you filter through BR posts.
A Tip: We all want SportsFest to be a fun and safe environment. If you notice someone has made a mistake in their required tagging, or any other html or rules related aspect of their comment, do let them know, message them privately rather than replying - if you reply, they can’t edit the comment! If you aren’t comfortable letting the commenter know directly, contact a mod and we will make sure they update the required tags.
If you have any questions, feel free to contact a mod.
FILL: Team KinKage, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: graphic depictions of violence
Other Tags: blood, mafia AU
Word Count: 942
Remix Permission: granted!
here you gooo
***
“This smells bad.”
“I don't want to know what kind of food you're trying to eat.”
“No, no, I meant it figuratively, something's fishy.”
“You're doing it on purpose.”
Atsumu grins behind his hand, trying not to laugh too obviously. They've been successful so far, it would be quite a shame if they are discovered because he couldn't remain calm and professional—well, as professional as one expects him to be on this kind of mission. Osamu is on the other side of the room, surveying his surroundings and looking mildly annoyed at his brother, even at this distance. Their earpieces are small enough to be unnoticeable from a quick glance, but they shouldn't let down their guard; the glare Osamu sends him in his general direction is the only warning he'll get.
The target has shown up thirty minutes ago, but he's always flocked by a bunch of people that are just accessories, which impedes a lot on the clean kill they're supposed to execute. Such a fancy ballroom shouldn't be tainted by the blood they will spill, right? Atsumu doesn't see why they can't straight up blow up the mansion and then make sure the target is killed—apparently it's too much paperwork and doesn't ensure the objective, or whatever. Well, actually, upon closer to the many exits of this place, he can see why it will fail; the target has plenty of time to escape or to get rescued. Nevermind, he's just too hungry after looking at all these delicious foods for the whole evening.
“Don't get distracted,” Osamu snaps.
“I'm not, I'm thinking,” Atsumu replies defensively. “Don't you find it odd he's still chatting with these—oh shit.”
“What? What?”
He hasn't imagined it. Someone has been watching him for the past few minutes, and judging by their sunglasses and their unfriendly face, Atsumu isn't welcome here. He bristles under this intense gaze, and heads towards the exit.
“I've been found out,” he whispers into the earpiece.
“How did you get found out?! What did you d—fucking hell.”
If Osamu drops the filter, they really are fucked.
A quick glance behind tells him that the guard is following him and, well, that promises a good game.
When Atsumu goes through the doors, he breaks into a sprint. They can't catch him, not if he gets out of their sight. He runs, never stopping, turning and turning and getting deeper into the mansion; his legs carry him to the back entrance, and if he remembers correctly, it directly leads to the parking area. That should do, their car is still there—he hopes so, at least.
He doesn't get far. At the corner of the corridor someone jumps in front of him and immediately goes for his throat, hands ready to grab his neck and probably squeeze the life out of him. He almost had him; fingers ghost over his skin, but he ducks just in time, and proceeds to tackle his opponent. Atsumu isn't the most well-built guy in the vicinity, but he does his job, and puts all his weight on the fool that dared challenge him. They're on the floor, one restrained and the other free; Atsumu displays his best smile, the one reserved for his victims, crooked and just a little bit insane.
“Nice to meet you, and goodbye.”
He pulls out his knife in one swift move, hidden in his belt, and doesn't think twice before plunging it into the guy's neck. He's wearing gloves, but that's still a messy work; he feels the blade pierce through skin and flesh and muscle, allowing red liquid to flow freely onto the carpet and between his fingers. There is hardly a scream, more of a gurgle that spills even more blood and Atsumu pulls a disgusted face when some drops land on his jacket. People just don't want to die without leaving one last bad impression.
He withdraws his knife, carefully, and gets up. Well, that was disappointing, but fast. He shouldn't linger, lest he'll be caught by another guard.
He pushes the doors open and scans the area. Nobody's around; they're probably all looking for them inside the mansion, and maybe just late for the parking inspection. Atsumu groans and taps his earpiece.
“'Samu, where are you?”
“Somewhere between life and death, but more leaning towards life, I hope.”
What the hell?
“If you're dying I'll kill you myself.”
“Don't worry, you're not getting rid of me that easily.”
Atsumu is looking for their car while frantically hurling insults at his brother, whose words were becoming a bit slurred and he'll be damned if he gets out of here alone.
When he finally finds the car, he hurries towards it and unlocks it. He opens the door of the driver's side, and promptly yells.
“Fucking shit, 'Samu!”
Osamu is sprawled on the passenger's seat, holding his stomach with a bloody cloth, only looking up at Atsumu's scream. He looks completely disheveled, hair sticking in every direction and clothes clearly needing some stitches here and there, without mentioning the the red trails that travel all over his cheeks and his hands. He purses his lips.
“Hurry up, they were too close to my liking when I managed to get here.”
“Gods, you'd better hold up until we arrive.”
Osamu rolls his eyes, and Atsumu scowls at him. No time to waste, they have to get going. He can hear people shouting, and that's their cue to turn the key and disappear.
Hopefully their failure won't be too much of a stain on them.
Re: FILL: Team KinKage, T
The way you depicted their dynamic really fits their canon interactions ! i'm so glad you filled this !!
Re: FILL: Team KinKage, T
thanks for your kind words!! <3