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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 Daiya, T
Fandom: kuroko no basket
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: this is in no way slash, there is an age gap
Word Count: 1037
Remix Permission: not for writing on this one, anything else sure
whoops i just realized i mixed the chars on this, sorry!
***
Before them, the sky is falling.
She falls to the ground roughly, gasping for breath, and grabs at her arms, holding them tight. The cobblestone is coated with a spray of blood everywhere her eyes can see, and it soaks at her white cloak as she further collapses, forehead knocking against the ground. She can feel her magic seeping out, being drawn towards the sky, and she can hear the anguished shrieks of others all around her suffering the same fate.
The sky is falling.
She curls into herself, clutching at her legs to press them to her chest. Her throat feels like it’s closing, she’s choking just to breathe. It’s so dark, like the air is covered in a thick smoke, no moon in sight. It would be even darker, had the light of her magic not been visible as it zoomed out of her, forever lost.
The sky-
“Momoi!”
Her eyes pop open and she lets out a huge gasp, nearly turning it into a scream. Then she gathers her bearings. She’s on a cot, inside a big, warm room. Light from the moon shines in from an open window, the breeze it’s let in stirring pages of open books spread across the space.
She remembers to breathe, but it’s rough, still. A hand helps her up, sits her against a wall, and the same hand turns a few pages in a nearby book after, leafing through in obvious frustration.
“Was- was I screaming?” Momoi asks, eyes lidding, breathing still far too difficult for her liking.
Beside her, Alex doesn’t answer. She just picks through the book, all the way to the end, then casts it aside with an angry sound and leafs through another. Finally, she pauses, sighs, and Momoi finds her breathing calmed enough to turn to meet her gaze.
“It doesn’t matter. I soundproofed the room before we began.”
She turns away, leaning her head back against the cool wall. With a small huff, she brings her legs to her torso and curls her hands around her ankles, letting her head sink to her knees.
“Were you dreaming?” Alex asks, going back to the book.
“ . . Wasn’t it obvious?”
Her hand stops halfway through turning a page, letting it hang in the air. It’s silent for a bit. Momoi turns her head away, facing the window. It’s bigger than she’s used to, but this is a nice, spacious room. Clearly one intent for a Luna Nova instructor. And yet she was here again tonight, sharing the space as Alex attempted to fulfill her promise. Again, like the night before, and the night before that, slipping away from her own roommates long after they’d gone to sleep.
She’d love to be able to sleep, if only she could stop dreaming of that night.
Her voice comes out raspy when she speaks again, and she winces after, pained to find herself in such a state. “We can try again, tonight.”
“We’ve exhausted another book,” was Alex’s quick reply, gesturing to the one she’d thrown aside in haste. Momoi could see it in the shadows cast before the window. She glances upwards and catches on the moon, a comforting source in the dead of night.
“You’re pretty worn, too, now.” This time, Alex’s voice is more gentle. Momoi bites at her lip, knowing the professor is looking to her.
“I can do another. We have time. Besides,” she sniffs, finally breaking her gaze from the moon. “I won’t be any less worn until these memories . . are gone.”
“I know,” Alex sighs. It’s more of a defeated admittance, like she’s tried to argue against this point before with bitter resistance. Now, she sits in the dead of night, flicking through old, worn books and hoping one would lead to a specific memory wipe spell.
“I’m in my final year here,” Momoi mutters. Her hands clutch harder around her ankles. “I don’t deserve to be suffering like this. If I can’t pull it together soon, I’ll even lose my spot as top student.”
Alex is silent, paging through the spellbook. She didn’t have any specific camaraderie with any of her students, but she was also no stranger to suffering. And when Momoi had first approached her about less-than-well means of getting over her trauma, she found herself unable to refuse. It wasn’t like anyone else in the school would consider meddling with what she had suggested, Alex knew she was the one with the reputation, was the only shot the girl had.
It doesn’t break her heart any less to see her erupting from slumber, hair flailing around her figure, another attempt and another utter failure.
It wasn’t like she could send the girl away, tell her to get some sleep. The results would be more drastic measures, and any attempts at the latter would only lead to more nightmares and screaming that would disrupt the other occupants of the magic school.
After another moment, Momoi stands on shaky legs, and pads across the room to pour herself a cup of water. She grabs her wand off a low table along the way, and flicks it down a couple times to light candles as she grabs for the pitcher. It takes both hands curled around the cup from keeping it shaking enough to spill, and after a few sips she gives up entirely, setting it aside.
Alex’s voice comes from the corner of the room. “Maybe talking would-”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Momoi snaps. They’d been over this. Well. Maybe not with Alex, but with practically all the other instructors, and surely she must have heard, and- “I don’t want to remember.” Her breathing gets rough again. “I just want it to be gone.”
There’s shuffling, and then warm hands are on her shoulders. She’s on the ground, she realizes, startling a little. When did she fall? Something drips down her nose, and she faintly recognizes them as tears. When did she . . ?
“I know, kid,” Alex murmurs, pulling Momoi close. “Sorry. I know. We’ll find a way.”
The sky is not falling. But it had before, and in her dreams, it will without fail.
The only way to make it stop was to erase it.