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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 Grandstand, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!
Major Tags: Blood
Other Tags: Hanahaki, magical... realism...?
Word Count: 703
Thank you, this was a beautiful prompt and when I googled the location, the words just flowed out of me. Also, I'm 98% sure this was not the direction you envisioned but ... twins....
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Perhaps it’s because they’re twins, but perhaps it’s because he knows Atsumu well, that he realises. That one day Osamu wakes up and he knows Atsumu is hurt somewhere, in there. He doesn’t say anything, but he watches Atsumu excuse himself at breakfast to scurry to the bathroom, and places a glass of water outside the door once he hears the retching. He is told nothing, but understands that the dark circles under Atsumu’s eyes mean something and that the sickly paleness of his face means that god is cruel, to have designed a disease that inflicts pain upon the pained in the most beautiful, heartbreaking way.
When Osamu wakes up one Saturday, Atsumu is not there. Their mother does not comment on it, but Osamu knows this absence is abnormal. Atsumu is not out. He’s gone.
When Osamu walks over to Atsumu’s bed, there’s a spot of bright blood on his pillow, and a hydrangea wilting in the sheets. When he plucks it off, it leaves faint pink pressed into white.
Perhaps it’s because they’re twins, that Osamu knows. But perhaps its because he knows Atsumu well — knows that Atsumu would chase the most excruciating irony, choose the most unattainable boy.
So Osamu catches a train to Ueno, then to Katsuta, then changes to the Minato line and rides the empty carriage to the last station.
He almost laughs when he steps off the platform.
He’s surrounded by flowers, hills upon rolling hills of baby blue-eyes and tulips and daffodils. The Hitachi Seaside Park has ten million flowers and one boy who cannot stop breathing hydrangeas.
When he finds Atsumu, it’s nine in the afternoon. The sky is the same shade as the ground and on the horizon, a weak ferris wheel turns like a child’s windmill. A wind rises, and a pink petal smears his cheek. Atsumu is on the ground, eyes upwards, lying still amidst a bed of hydrangeas.
They don’t grow hydrangeas here.
Perhaps its because he’s a twin, that Osamu picks the petal off his cheek, and places it in his mouth.
It tastes like blood and nothing else. When he swallows, he feels it scrape against the back of his mouth and down his throat. It settles somewhere near his heart but he feels it in his lungs.
He steps closer and sits down next to Atsumu. The petals are soft beneath his knees and they flood his nose with their perfume. It smells like bygone summers and bleached hair and something carved out of Atsumu’s soul. Suddenly, Osamu thinks of kitsune soba and inari sushi and fried tofu.
Atsumu doesn’t stir when he scoops up another pink flower with his fingers and pushes it inside his mouth. When he tries to swallow, he finds his mouth is dry. So he grinds them with his molars and the juice runs bitter and tart, stinging his tongue. But he is able to swallow and feel it sink into his lungs.
The more he eats, the more he feels like he’s drowning, like he’s being punished for each breath that he takes, like he doesn’t deserve to breathe. It tastes like second glances and deleted messages and feels like a monster that will feast on you from the inside.
Osamu chokes and gags and his stomach starts to heave but then his hands fly to his mouth and he clenches his jaw shut. He tastes blood and he knows it is his own. He thinks of the pudding tucked behind the carrots in the fridge, fourth-grade fights and —
Atsumu stirs.
Osamu breath hitches and before he could stop it, something bubbles inside his throat and he is retching, gasping, gasping. When he opens his eyes, his lap is filled with fresh, purple hydrangeas.
He pushes them aside and leans forward, searching Atsumu’s face for any sign. It’s the same as always, stock still and cold. It’s the same as his own. But the dark circles are lighter, and his skin seems healthier.
With shaking hands, Osamu raises another handful to his lips.
It’s because he’s Atsmu’s twin, that he wants to be there when he wakes up and be able to say —
I know how you feel.