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Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Bonus Round 2: Quotes
Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.
This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]
This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.
Rules
The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.
Please DO NOT prompt screenshots of private conversations, Discord convos, or conversations between you and your friends. This can easily and unintentionally bring the prompts into inside joke territory, and can create an exclusionary environment.
Quotes from other SportsFest participants (or yourself) are NOT allowed in this round (for similar reasons to above, and the fact that you could just make anything a quote).
Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.
If prompting with a screenshot, it is polite to post a transcription of the text below the image for accessibility.
Please use your best judgement, and if you’re unsure if something qualifies - ask! The mods are here to help.
And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".
A Few Examples:
“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’
“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice
“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls
“It's a quarter past midnight
As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille
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. “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.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
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).
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. 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.
Once you have joined the Afterhours community, you can find the corresponding post HERE.
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
Confused? Don’t worry; math is hard. Check out the Bonus Round Point Widget to help you figure out the point scale for your team.
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Prompt: Team Grandstand
Fandom: Haikyuu, Free, Yuri on Ice, Oofuri, others
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: PINING, ust, unrequited (if you must ;;)
Do Not Wants: character death
Prompt:
Her heart hit against her ribs, and she tried to peer through the darkness and see if he was awake, and if so, how he looked at her. Suddenly she realized she was holding her breath and quickly released it, long and slow, moaning slightly so that he might think she was still asleep.
In a hush-soft voice, Finn said, "All I've ever wanted was to be near you." Then he rolled onto his back and sighed into sleep.
-Shannon Hale, Enna Burning
FILL: Team Victuuri, G
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: pining, unrequited relationships (but happy ending implied), obon, night markets, hasetsu summer
Word Count: 622
Remix Permission: Yes
okay I know a lot of this is pining, but please imagine victor and yuuri at Obon and dancing tanko bushi thanks!!
***
i.
The first summer, the wildflowers bloom in purple and yellow across the surrounding hills and the ocean waves lap clear and warm on the sand and Victor aches something fierce.
(“These are just weeds,” Yuuri says, once, as he catches Victor staring in his direction and assumes he’s looking toward the hills. “We’ll have to go to Nokonoshima Island and see the sunflowers.”)
ii.
Every Saturday, there’s a night market in the business district of Hasetsu. Yuuri mentioned it offhandedly once, and Victor dragged him to it the Saturday after that. Now it’s become a tradition, and Yuuri meets him at the front door each week after dinner.
For a moment, on their way to the market, Yuuri brushes his fingers against Victor’s. He suspects that Yuuri doesn’t realize it, because he falls back against the growing crowd without a word, leaving that spot to burn up from loneliness.
Can you hear me? Victor wants to say. Does Yuuri sense the way his chest clenches and threatens to collapse inward at every touch? Does he see the way his skin glows like a festival lantern after Yuuri pulls back his hand?
Yuuri’s eyes shine in the lamplight as they make their way through the night market. Yuuri buys them both chicken yakitori and taiyaki to split, and Victor wonders if Yuuri’s brushing his fingers against Victor’s on purpose as he hands him the an-filled cake.
Next week, they do it all again.
iii.
It’s mid-July now, nearly three months after Victor first landed in Japan, and he’s learned. For whatever reason, the Yuuri at the banquet was an entirely different person, and that’s okay, Victor thinks. Just being around Yuuri, by his side, in any form, is enough for him.
The Obon is tonight. They’re in Victor’s room getting ready, slipping their festival yukata on, and he’s staring pointedly at the thin walls of the banquet room. It does little to take his mind off the thought of Yuuri changing next to him, Yuuri, there and open and true.
“Victor,” Yuuri says softly. “Do you want help?” Victor turns to find Yuuri already fully dressed, offering the kaku obi to him. After a moment, Victor nods and lifts his arms.
Yuuri circles his hands around Victor’s waist to bring the sash around once, then again. His hands are light on Victor’s stomach as he folds the obi carefully. It is enough, he tells himself, that Yuuri is here at arms’ length. It is all he can ask for.
And then Yuuri kneels to finish making the knot and looks up through dark lashes, and Victor can’t breathe for wanting.
Can you hear me?
But Yuuri stands, the moment passes, and Hiroko shepherds them into the entryway for a photo.
iv.
It’s early August when Yuuri falls asleep in his bed, feet tangled in the sheets and arms sprawled like he’s reaching for something. They have practice early tomorrow morning, so instead of waking Yuuri, Victor evenutally decides to lie at the opposite edge of the bed, flat on his back and counting ceiling boards. His hands fiddle with the collar of his robe and his heart skips steadily underneath.
He can always feel it more strongly when Yuuri’s next to him.
“All I want,” Victor murmurs, to himself and to the moonlit room, “is to be close to you.”
There’s a moment of quiet, then Yuuri rolls over toward the center of the bed. His dark eyes are sleep-soft but wide, and the pale moonlight falls delicately across his face.
Victor’s heart falters, flutters. And as Yuuri reaches out to cover Victor’s hands with his own, he’s certain that Yuuri can hear him too.
Re: FILL: Team Victuuri, G
Obon festival Viktuuri is a wonderful image, I really need them to go to a festival together in a movie or OVA or season 2 or SOMETHING. Viktuuri in yukata. *ok hand emoji*
And thank you for the hopeful ending, my favorite. ;w; This was brief but so lovely, thank you again!!
Re: FILL: Team Victuuri, G
I've been obsessed with festival Victuuri since the official Yuri!!! on Festival art came out with everyone in their yukata! I'm crossing my fingers so hard for a canon festival scene in something ANYTHING <3
thank you so much for the prompt and your lovely comment!
FILL: Team Sowlmates, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Prelude to polyamory, pining
Word Count: 409
Remix Permission: Please ask first
This is continued here if you’re interested
***
It had been… a long day. A long week even, their usual week-long training camp coming to an end; he feels both sad and relieved at the idea, looking forward to getting his bed back. Akaashi lay in his futon, contemplating as his mind goes over this past week, eyes closed. He’s hyper aware of the two people framing him, Bokuto on one side and Konoha on the other.
His boyfriend had fallen asleep some time ago, as indicated by his surprisingly soft snores. He isn’t over concerned by him though, more so of Konoha next to him, wondering if he happens to be in the same state of rest or if he is also laying there and chasing sleep. Akaashi had only ever briefly admitted to Bokuto in passing how attractive he found their blond spiker, not only in looks, but in general.
Konoha is spunky and fun, and so very easy to rile up, yet he somehow still manages to stay calm and collected when the situation calls for it. He’s always been a good buffer between Akaashi and Bokuto, a bridge, if you will, between their sometimes largely differing personalities. He’s as reliable and poised as Akaashi himself, all the while managing to channel a similar energy to Bokuto’s, balancing them rather perfectly.
His heart hammers against his chest in a vain effort to escape, he turns towards the blond and tries to peer through the darkness in the hopes of having his question answered, wondering if he’s maybe looking at him, and if so, how. He realizes all of the sudden that he’s been holding his breath and so quickly remedies that fact by releasing it slowly, accompanying it with a slight noise he’s been told he makes during sleep for good measure.
He can see nothing through the darkness, and so closes his eyes and forces himself to relax, letting the silence wash over him, thinking back to the way Komi had been taking his friend and teammate away from them more and more often throughout the week. The libero had even looked smug once when he had caught Akaashi watching them leave the gym.
Then, he hears it. A soft hush, unmistakably Konoha’s from how quiet it is and how close it feels,
“All I’ve ever wanted, was to be near you,” Then he rolls over and his breath evens into that telltale to slumber.
Akaashi’s world comes to a grinding halt.
Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, G
I love the thought of Akaashi being caught between the two of them (literally and figuratively), and the nighttime pining! AND THE LAST LINE!!
Thank you Panda I love it ;w;
Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, G
Akaashi sandwich anyone?
though they take turnsI'm glad you liked !!! ♥
Re: FILL: Team Sowlmates, G
FILL: team blue eyes white castle can't lose, G
Fandom: Uma Musume (i'm sorry i'm latching onto your others/any bc i can't get any prompts for my femslash ghghgh)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: fluff
Word Count: 840
Remix Permission: yes!
gomen nasorry for my furry agenda but i love these two and how hero worship and one-sided pining turns into something real and requited and soft, give the horse sports anime a change sksksk
***
It was well after lights-out in the dormitory. Their floor was silent save for the ticking clock on the desk, counting them ever closer to the unforgiving morning alarm. Sheets rustled as Spe shifted her legs for the umpteenth time to try and get comfortable. Tokyo nights were too warm, and the city skies had no stars, and this bed was softer than the one she left in Hokkaido. It was hard to relax when everything still felt surreal. Every detail was distracting.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment longer, and then rolled onto her side. Her wide eyes peered through the gloom, peeking at the still shape of Suzuka on the other side of their dorm room. Sound asleep.
Suzuka looked so small in her sleep. Her uncovered ears twitched once, twice, reacting to something only she could hear. It was… cute. But once the unwanted observation popped into her head, Spe couldn't think of anything else. She buried her face into her carrot body pillow to muffle her groan. She wasn't going to sleep at all tonight at this rate. Suzuka was the most distracting of all.
Spe suspected most of the girls at Tracen Academy were probably smaller in person than she saw them in her mind's eye. They would always seem larger than life when they were standing vibrant in front of her, ambition bright in their eyes, a challenge quick on their tongues. But Suzuka more than anyone – Suzuka's quiet, steady presence always filled the room in a way that eclipsed everyone else. Suzuka was… a lot. It was little wonder that all of Japan had their eyes on her, watching to see how far she could go.
And Spe was watching her every day too, although she did her best not to stare, which had to count for something even if she failed sometimes (okay, failed a lot). In her defense, it was difficult not to be mesmerized by every little movement of Suzuka's, because she couldn’t bear to miss a thing. Suzuka was blessed with a natural grace in all that she did, a coolness, the polar opposite of Spe's eager clumsiness. Suzuka was so cool. Even now Suzuka was hard to look away from, and all she was doing was sleeping.
Spe fidgeted with her blankets, ears flicking with restless energy. She absolutely could not fall asleep. She itched to run, or train, or something, anything, but she also couldn't risk disturbing Suzuka's hard-earned rest. She watched as moonlight from the window above their beds washed Suzuka in pale hues, muting the fiery tones of her hair into gentle spools of silver, catching on the veil of her eyelashes to spill over onto the curve of her cheekbone. She was made of light, a soft but steady glow, thrumming like a heartbeat.
Suzuka really was amazing, and the more Spe saw of her, the more she wanted to see. Spe rolled over suddenly, kicking her tangle of blankets off the bed in a muffled fit of frustration. Why couldn't it be morning already! She wanted to–
Suzuka sighed nearby, stirring, and Spe immediately froze.
Her heart was a hammer in her chest, thudding so loud she was absolutely certain it would wake her roommate from a dead slumber. Spe screwed her eyes shut, ears flattened against her head, wishing fervently that Suzuka didn't catch her awake at this hour. She wasn't even sure where the surge of fear and guilt came welling from – she hadn't done anything wrong, not really, she was just looking but not in a creepy way, she wasn't being suspicious at all, honest!
It felt like ages passed before she risked opening her eyes again. Suzuka was still sound asleep. She was safe.
Spe stared back up at the familiar ceiling, fingers twisting in the fabric of her pajama pants.
Being here, being teammates and roommates and friends, being close, this was more than she could have dreamed. It had been strange at first, becoming Suzuka's roommate, getting to catch glimpses of the Suzuka that the rest of the world never saw – unguarded, and delicate, and small. She wasn't supposed to see this side of Suzuka. It felt like a secret, but one that Suzuka seemed more than willing to share. And Spe was unwilling to give this chance up for anything.
"I want to run with you," Spe blurted aloud, confessing to the ceiling. The ticking clock was the only response she heard.
Spe exhaled a slow breath and curled around her body pillow, clutching it tightly. It was more than just admiration, maybe, that drew her so hopefully to Suzuka again and again, like a moth to a flame. There had never been anyone this big in her life like this before, eclipsing her everything. She couldn't look away. She didn't want to.
"I want to be by your side, always," Spe added, softer, barely above a whisper.
Being here, being close to her light, this would have to be enough.
Re: FILL: team blue eyes white castle can't lose, G
I honestly love reading about new characters and series, so seriously, thank you for taking this where your heart wanted to <3