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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 Is it from a speech or a historical document?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.
Fill: Team Kinkage, G
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: playing hard to get, epistolary
Word Count: 799
Remix Permission: go right ahead
***
Dear Oikawa,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. After your rather abrupt exit the other day after I asked to escort you to dinner, I realized I didn’t have an answer from you.
Would you like to have dinner with me next Saturday? I await your response.
Yours truly,
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Undear Bakawaka-chan,
No.
No regards at all,
The Guy Saying No To You Because You Can’t Take A Hint
Dear Oikawa,
I have to admit, I’m at a loss. I don’t feel like my invitation was untoward or unwarranted. After all, you’re the one who kissed me, not the other way around. I thought — wrongfully, apparently — that you were interested.
Still yours truly,
Ushijima Wakatoshi
Dear Ridiculously Tall Idiot,
I kissed you because I was mad at you, and at the rate you’re making me even madder, you wouldn’t want me to ‘kiss’ you again. It meant nothing to me, and if it did mean something to you, it’s your fault, not mine.
Irregardless,
The Guy Who’s Still Not Going Out With You
Ushijima stares unblinking at the letter slipped into his locker, completely and utterly baffled. He had thought he understood what their strange interaction had meant the week before. Oikawa had insulted him — that part is fairly normal — but polished off his tirade with a breath-taking kiss.
Apparently, he is as stupid as Oikawa is saying he is, because Ushijima has no idea why he’s being turned down. They’ve been eyeing each other with a certain level of interest ever since they both gained a berth on the national team, but as soon as one of them acts on it (and Oikawa, no less), it blows up in his face.
Then again, he never has understood Oikawa Tooru particularly well. Part of his appeal is that Ushijima will never get bored with finding new things about the guy who he had erroneously assumed just loved to hate him and/or hated to love him.
Oikawa wants space and Ushijima isn’t an untamed beast, so he’ll give it. The letter he had planned on slotting into Oikawa’s locker is crumpled and dropped into the wastebasket next to his dorm room desk, never to be sent or voiced again.
* * *
Oikawa roots around in his locker again and again, lips pursing in displeasure when he doesn’t find his newest letter. He has thoroughly been enjoying exchanging scathing correspondence with Ushijima, someone who he’s found himself thinking of at an alarming rate.
Ushijima is right; Oikawa had kissed him. There’s no mistake about it. It had been neither impulse nor accident. But as he teases and plays hard to get, he is already losing Ushijima’s interest and he doesn’t like it at all. This sort of snub demands an equal response.
He doesn’t sign it because he doesn’t need to. It’s a game only they play, and Oikawa intends to win.
Stupid Ushiwaka-chan,
Are you really giving up that easily?
Oikawa plants it beneath Ushijima’s gym bag, the last item to be extracted from his locker before he leaves for the day. Ushijima is usually one of the last to leave, so Oikawa is counting on minimal to no audience for his little endeavor.
He watches closely while Ushijima changes out of his practice clothes, his subject taking great pains to not so much as glance his way. Damn, he really has been spooked.
The locker room is thankfully empty by the time Ushijima finishes up, and Oikawa holds his breath while Ushijima picks up his duffel and almost misses the scrap of paper at the bottom of the locker. He stares at it far longer than it takes to consume the scant few lines on the page, but Oikawa’s eyes widen when he sees Ushijima’s shoulders begin to shake.
A deep, rich laugh fills the room, and Oikawa’s heart stutters at the sound. He glances over his shoulder at Oikawa, the corners of his eyes crinkling in pleasure. “I see.”
“Finally.” Oikawa crosses the room in a few purposeful strides, pushes Ushijima down onto the bench behind him and straddles his lap for a kiss that neither of them will incorrectly categorize as a mistake.
When they peel away from each other, Ushijima chuckles. “I knew I wasn’t crazy. You’re just hard to get, even when you’re just playing hard to get.”
“Of course I am.” Oikawa pecks a soft kiss to the tip of Ushijima’s nose and smirks. “But I’m worth it, aren’t I?”
“Naturally.”
They leave the locker room hand in hand, with Ushijima slightly less bewildered than before but fairly certain he’ll never quite shake that sensation. Not when it comes to loving someone like Oikawa Tooru.