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sportsfest2018-07-01 12:02 am
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 Is it from a speech or a historical document?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 blue eyes white castle can't lose, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: FHQ-verse, mild demon stuff
Word Count: 850+
Remix Permission: yes!
mmmmmmm rushing this at the last minute forgive
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Shadows lengthened in the courtyard as daylight dimmed, spilling long over the cobblestones by the flickering light of enchanted flames. Castle bells tolled over the grounds, ringing sonorous and low as dark clouds gathered in the sky. Kuroo chanted on in a dead tongue, while Kiyoko tossed a handful of bones into the bonfire at the center of the captive audience. A flock of crows startled into flight shrieked overhead, adding to the cacophony.
Lavish bouquets brought splashes of color to the royal grounds, the otherworldly and unholy flowers dressed meticulously in ribbons that shimmered with every color imaginable. A demon's wedding drew guests from far and wide, some out of loyalty, reverence, or fear, and some simply out of morbid curiosity. They made for a strange pair, if the hushed whispers in the crowd meant anything. A demon marrying a mortal man. One Iwaizumi Hajime, paladin, everyman, a literal knight in shining armor, defender of justice. And his betrothed on his arm, the Grand King himself, with his beast's claws and horns, eyes of red. A curse, then; a pure heart devoured by a demon, binding them for eternity.
Such a pity, they dared not say aloud, for the knight was such a good man. Poor, unlucky king consort Iwaizumi deserved better.
Oikawa watched the assembled crowd of his followers with fever-bright eyes, claws flexing at his sides as if he ached to tear them apart for daring to think it. The hellfire blazed before him, all-consuming just like his devotion, his ambition, his love. He was brimming with power – even Iwaizumi could feel the dark aura rolling off him in waves, and Iwaizumi had never had much sense for magic. He never had any sense of what Oikawa would grow up to be, beautiful and terrible and everything he ever wanted.
"Don't hurt anyone today, dumbass. You promised," Iwaizumi muttered, jabbing him with an elbow.
Oikawa flashed him a mocking smile, and stuck out his tongue. "Did I? I don't recall saying that in my vows--" He danced nimbly aside as Iwaizumi moved to stomp on his foot, narrowly evading his attack. "Iwachan, don't scuff my nice white boots!"
"Well, don't murder anyone on our wedding day, or I'm leaving you," Iwaizumi snarled, crossing his arms over the ceremonial armor he'd been fitted with. It was flashy and white, gilded with ornate details and rather difficult to maneuver in. Sweat trickled torturously down his back, an itch he couldn't scratch. He couldn't wait to strip down to something that suited him better – something plain and practical and comfortable, none of this stiff royal crap.
"You're not allowed to leave," Oikawa huffed, but fell silent – sulking, perhaps, or simply lost in his own mind. Iwaizumi was, after all, the last of the royal guard, the only one who hadn't turned traitor to the kingdom. It wasn't a far stretch to guess what he was brooding about as he gazed solemnly into the flames, twisting the ring on his finger, over and over.
Iwaizumi took his hand and squeezed it for reassurance. The ring was a promise made on a lonely night underneath the stars. It was a simple band, nothing so grandiose as the jewelry the king adorned himself with, but it was forged by Iwaizumi's own hand, simple and honest. Oikawa finally met his eyes, and smiled something soft and warm.
The sun's fading light plunged blood red, red unfurling across the sky like a banner for all to see. They watched steadily as Kuroo completed the demonic rites of their union, and Kiyoko motioned them together beneath the stone archway. With a flick of her tail, red flowers burst into flurries of petals and showered the newlywed couple like confetti.
Iwaizumi kissed his husband for the first time, chaste at first, then Oikawa slid his claws possessively beneath Iwaizumi's jaw and pulled him in for more. The uneasy crowd cheered in relief as the fire blazed in a sudden surge of light, throwing their offerings onto the wedding pyre to bring good fortune to the couple.
There was magic in the bond between them now, Iwaizumi knew, even if he had no natural sense for such things – the ring on his finger was unusually warm and heavy, and it pulsed like he held Oikawa's beating heart in his palm. Their kiss separated slowly, reluctantly, and he could feel Oikawa's sharp stare on him before he could open his eyes.
"You're mine now, forever," Oikawa breathed, drawing himself up to his full height with a proud smile. "You can never leave me. They all think you're too good for me, that you'll leave, that you're a saint for putting up with me. You know what they say, every saint has a past," Oikawa smiles, tracing his lips with his tongue, tasting the kisses Iwaizumi pressed there like vows of fealty.
Iwaizumi's hard stare lingers there for too long, watching the gleam of fangs, remembering them against the hollow of his throat. But they've had this conversation many times before. His answer will never change.
"And every sinner has a future," Iwaizumi counters gently, and kisses him again.
Re: FILL: team blue eyes white castle can't lose, T