BRIDGET Posted September 2, 2015 Share Posted September 2, 2015 Graphics ~ Saga || Organised ~ Saga || Approved ~ Key I N F O R M A T I O N After being rich on contests for graphic, artists, video making, we decided that it's time to make a contest for people who love to write. This month we will have a new theme set and it's - "The Emperor". You have to present your masterpiece, which describes love between two males. It's up to you how you will interpret "The Emperor". So show us your imagination! R U L E S Minimum 400 words, maximum 600 words. Only stories are accepted, no poems. The story must be rated as for 16+ No racism, no religious topics, no animal/child abuse. Love must be between two males. Title of the story is up to you. Post the finished work on this thread. Read the rules once again. P R I Z E S 1,500 points for all that applied 5,000 points for the winner + a Manga cover card from the iShop. DEADLINE Start: 02 / 09 / 2015 End: 30 / 09 / 2015 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
vyssini Posted September 3, 2015 Share Posted September 3, 2015 The Emperor's New Clothes Word Count: 600 Reveal hidden contents There lived an emperor who loved beautiful new clothes. He spent money on being finely dressed. He was a beautiful man with tough, cold heart. He had an heir but no empress. His beloved had departed after giving birth to a son. They said that the loss was too painful that the emperor had his heart frozen. The once bright smile on their ruler was never seen again. His court was saddened. "The Imperial Majesty need a partner." "One who could support His heart while the Emperor support His empire's." But the insistence escalated. They continually argued and sent their daughters and kin to melt the monarch's frozen heart. For they knew that the one to bewitch the emperor would have great power. But none succeeded. The emperor himself knew the efforts of his people but none moved his heart. For he knew the scheming behind the sweet smiles of the women sent before him. The honest old minister, who knew the emperor's love for new clothes, proposed to invite weavers who made the finest clothes to at least please his monarch. Each weaver was given the monarch's measurement and a minute to talk to the emperor personally. It was a great honor and everyone was ecstatic. One of whom was a fine, young man with blood red hair who stick out like a sore thumb. The delinquent smile and the simple clothes almost made the court slam the door on his face if not for the emperor's kindness. When the man finally had his turn, he was momentarily stoned. The rumors about the beauty of the monarch gave no justice. But what enchanted him was his eyes. Sad blue eyes. "I know not of the Imperial Majesty's troubles but I know your heart is lonely." With those words, the man was chosen. Month later, the emperor announced that he would present a partner. The court was full with officials, nobles and their daughters. When the emperor showed himself, everyone was shocked. Their eyes and mouth wide open. "Not only were the colors and patterns extraordinarily beautiful. This material had amazing property that it was invisible to anyone who was incompetent or stupid.", the red-haired man explained. "Goodness!" "It is magnificent! The very best!" "Oh, they suit you well!" "What a wonderful fit!" "What a pattern! What colors!" "Such luxurious clothes!" Praises and admiration rained down. No one wanted it to be noticed that he could see nothing, for then it would be said that he was unfit for his position or that he was stupid. They only stopped when the emperor raised his hand. "You're right. I need someone to stand by me. One who won't covet my power or treasures. One who only cares for my heart more than anything. This is Vér, my partner." Silence. Then chaos. Who would accept another man with their emperor! With conflicted emotions, Vér put a beautiful robe to cover the exposed body of his grace. He wanted to wrap his body to prevent others from eyeing the monarch but held back himself. When his grace discussed the plan, he tried to convey his disapproval. Only a month but their affection towards each other blossomed. But they never had contact aside from occasional touches when they're fitting clothes which would inflame his cheeks. He also didn't expect to be presented as the partner. The emperor yanked the red-haired man and gave him a greedy, crushing and rough kiss. He was fascinated with the weaver's gentle and pure heart. As the emperor, his words were law. The court could only watch. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TeaPlease Posted September 12, 2015 Share Posted September 12, 2015 overruled alt. title: collecting tribute Word Count: 587 Premise: Emperors often times ruled over multiple nations which paid them a tribute or tax for being under direct rule. emperor comes from Imperator, of Latin origin, which denoted military prowess and became a title for the ruling monarch. Reveal hidden contents He had a problem with love. Exclusivity was always an issue in the grand scheme of things. His heart was big and his body was willing, and he deemed someone the one to give it to every other month it seemed. The energy that he poured into his relationships was not equal to what they deserved in the grand scheme of things. Fleeting boyfriends and girlfriends that became corrupted by other influence, resigned from reality, overthrown in some massive coup as another body walked by that caught his fancy. The ruling era went out like clockwork. Mandate of Heaven dictated, all shining and gold before slowly declining and breaking apart, beckoning for someone to fill the empty seat. Therapy didn’t provide him with more than he already knew. A complex that needed to be filled with constant attention, fears of abandonment, crippling loneliness looming just over the edge and buzzing heavy and hot whenever the final stage of a soon-to-be breakup descended. It made him broken. After so many years, there wasn’t much of him, was there? His small principality was effete ground, love trees planted with branches growing crooked and twisted. He loved fake now. In club bathrooms that were dirty like him. Cacophony pounding in his head with the rhythm the DJ put on offset by how out-of-sync his partner of the night may have been. This feudalistic world he always fell into did him wrong. Tales of chivalry, romantics, burning passion had engulfed him whole and ruined his resources. Time passed and his spirit plummeted. A plague of sorrow. A rebirth. An emperor. There was a time he didn’t think he would have somebody in his life again. Somebody that would seize his heart in a grip so hard, wounding. It hurt so much to feel a weight like that in his stomach. Bludgeoning his head at a constant he may have even called the causer a sadist by proxy. His emperor collected from many people. He didn't see people as conquests (the opposite really), but took them as ones. He knew he was not the only one, not the largest one. No, he was the recent edition. A small thing that couldn’t offer much, had a history that was more chaotic than others, more used. Sometimes he would sit and think of how his emperor could care. It was a relationship that would be classified as “healthy”. Inner conflicts had his emperor step in, gently helping him- healing him- as the fighting calmed. A system was set of equal exchange (although he personally felt like he took too much), with love lavished onto him as if he were the only thing in the world worth giving it to. He wasn’t restricted to multiple orders, a basic guideline that was open to review and question, a freedom of self-expression and curiosity he’d never gotten to flex before. Wrapped up in someone’s arms on a normal weekday evening, looking for something to watch and giggling, had never felt like a luxury until him. Then it was something divine. And knowing that other people were able to enjoy this feeling did bring a pang of jealousy to his heart. But a crowd makes a party. And royalty is known to have big ones. His emperor’s rule was good and just, one man bending to the needs of several other individuals and strengthened by the loyalty they gave back. The Mandate of Heaven was for ancient times. This was a new age of understanding and love. I always have to put explanations before my stories because I am an actual butt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
shinya's riddle Posted September 21, 2015 Share Posted September 21, 2015 Title: My Arcana Romance Words: 598 Rated:16+ - “You should stop obsessing over such things!” -“Come on, just once, please!” “I got this new deck of tarot cards today and I want you to be the first one to have a reading.” “Pffft! I have no choice then *phone rings* Oh, shoot, I have to go, I’m sorry Dante, I will call you tomorrow, okay?” Bye”. The door closed and Dante laid on his bed fast asleep. The next day, he woke up and he noticed an arm around his waist. He got out of bed scared. He saw a black-haired man sleeping. His slender figure, long black hair and long lashes got him captivated. He found himself wondering about the color of his eyes when the stranger opened his eyes; his eyes had an emerald color that could hold you hostage like a moth to a flame. - “Who are you?” -“Your deepest desire.” The stranger answered in a confident way. Dante couldn't believe what was happening. -“Look!” he said and he picked up the tarot deck with his long, pale white fingers. Dante looked at the cards and he noticed that the Emperor’s card was blank. -“How could this happen?” Before opening his mouth to ask another question, the beautiful invader sealed his lips with a kiss. Dante pushed him away in vain. He grabbed his arm and he brought him closer to him, Dante felt the warmth of his body penetrating him, it was a feeling he had never experienced before. They shared a wet, passionate kiss. Dante surrendered to the Emperor’s will. A few months passed and Dante had never been this happy in his whole life, he paid attention to none but his king. He finally had someone special in his life. One morning, his best friend came over looking for him, she was determined to get him to talk since he had been avoiding her calls. She knocked on the door numerous times; Dante locked his bedroom door and rushed to the door. While opening it, his friend stormed inside yelling at him. -“What’s the meaning of all this?” “What happened to you?” Dante couldn't tell her the truth, so he tried to come up with an excuse. Suddenly, she saw the tarot cards laid on the table and she got furious! She got the cards in her hands and she tore most of them apart. Dante fell on his knees while witnessing this. He felt the ground shaking underneath his feet. He couldn't believe his eyes. -“What did you do?” was the only thing he kept repeating over and over. She gave him an aloof look and she slammed the door behind her. Dante rushed into his bedroom only to find it empty. The shock was overwhelming for him. He couldn't help but burst into tears. He spent his days like a living dead. Six months passed and still he refused to leave his apartment when out of a sudden he heard loud noises outside his apartment. He decided to open the door. He saw boxes outside the door of the apartment next to his. When he turned around to go back to his apartment, the door next door opened and a man came out. It was him. Dante kept staring at him at a loss. He couldn't hold back and he hugged him like he was determined to never let him go. A muffled “I missed you” was heard, the stranger leaned towards him and they kissed. It felt like their first time. The door closed behind them and so Dante surrendered once again to the emperor’s will. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grapevine Posted September 30, 2015 Share Posted September 30, 2015 My Sovereign Liege Word Count: 600 Childhood. Innocence and untainted love. Unbiased look on people and the world. "I'll be your forever friend." "I won't leave your side." "It's a promise." Little boys locked their pinkies together, big smile on their faces. Hell broke loose. Everything slid past me like a fool standing in the middle of the road amidst racing cars in rush hour. I wasn't one to care about people's view but it was getting harder to ignore the loud whispers and belittling looks. Fallen genius. It wasn't difficult to see real friends. Why? Because everyone disappeared one by one when I fell. Those who hung around day and night slowly deserted my side. When it rains, it pours. I was hailed a true genius. Bright future was a sure thing. I was an only son of a senator. Insane amount of riches was sure thing. Good looks. Good mind. Good family. Who wouldn't envy my position? Who wouldn't want to be my friend? I ruled. Stood above others. Respected, famous. They feared my background. Nobody stood against me. None blocked my way. Like waves parting to each sides to let me pass. Then the accident. I lost control of my lower body. I lost my parents. People started coming. Claiming things. Asking for control. I couldn't do a thing. ■ ■ ■ An old woman shuffling tarot cards sat outside. I refused her. I hated my fate. Why would I want to know more? A guy tied his long black hair. It was unusual for a guy to keep it that long. He passed the old woman and sat with her for a while. ■ ■ ■ I wasn't sure when we stopped talking. But I saw him around, bruised and hurt. He fought everyday. I wanted to reach out to him but he'd turn around, ignoring me. I fear his rejection. Before I asked why he's in my house, he started pushing my wheel chair like it's normal until we reached the garden. "Stop!" Frustrated, I shouted. "It has thorns that protects it. Roses are so beautiful that it's scary." "Shut up!!!" It's okay to be pitied by others but not this guy. "I'm already useless. Being here won't benefit you. Leave!" I berated myself, trying to look strong. After everything that happened, I never once cried. Arms wrapped around me. "I'll be your forever friend." I won't believe him. He'd leave because I had nothing. Warm hand covered my eyes. "No one can see you. Even me here at the back." Hot tears flowed for the first time. I mourned my parents, my old self. Those that I lost. Those that left. "You hate me." "Never!" "You won't let me touch you, help you." "You have reputation to uphold." "You won't even speak to me.." "We can't be seen together." "..need you." "I'm here." "You'll abandon me like everyone did." "I won't leave your side. It's a promise I've been keeping for a decade. What made you think I'll disappear after all those years?" My lips curved up. His long hair brushed my face. "I like long hair" The smaller kid blushed and said, "I'll keep it long for you." He flicked a tarot card. 【The Emperor sat on a ram-adorned throne, holding an Ankh scepter in his right, and a globe, symbol of domination, in his left. He sat atop a stark, barren mountain, a sign of unyielding power. He symbolized the top, the ultimate male ego. Emperor, the absolute ruler of the world.】 "Everything I do, I do it for you. My Liege." Warm lips pressed on my nape made me shiver. If it's him... 【】Reference: Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Key Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 || END OF ៙BL The Emperor ~Writer Contest~៙ || [YaoiOtaku Writer Contest] Thank you all for taking part in our seventh Writer Contest! The choice has been really hard since all of you are skilled and talented. The winners of ៙BL The Emperor ~Writer Contest~៙ is Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. with the BL Love Story "My Sovereign Liege" As promised everyone who participated will get 2,000 points. The winner gets as follows, - 5,000 points - 1 Manga Cover card Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TeaPlease Posted October 1, 2015 Share Posted October 1, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. I didn't call it. But I definitely called it. Congrats! Your short was brilliant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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