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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (1-6 songs) and a ship from any of our nominated fandoms. Submit only the track listing and a link to where they can be listened to; the idea is for others to interpret what you present. You may also link to lyrics if you would like.
- Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Lilia & Sara). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Lilia/Sara). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Create content based on the playlists of others! Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
- Fills may be in any form you choose (except for another FST of course) as long as they are inspired by/fit the mood of the soundtrack they are filling for.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
- Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
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).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 460
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Himuro is slippery, like a candy wrapper gripped in sweaty fingers or a glass of water in the summer, sweating through the bottom of the coaster onto the coffee table so that Murasakibara’s sister yells at him for messing it up. He acts so calm and collected but he’s difficult to handle, maybe as troublesome as everyone seems to think Murasakibara is (but he can get away with saying and doing shit with a pretty smile and it’s all forgiven; it’s too much effort to appear a different way). But he’s a little bit like a cat; hold out enough treats and wait quietly for long enough and he’ll come.
Murasakibara’s not particularly patient, but this is something that happens on its own, and maybe that’s why it works. Maybe that’s why Himuro ends up reaching for his hand (his is small, soft, firm, sure; once Murasakibara starts holding it he sees no reason to let it go). Their relationship isn’t some fictional ideal of something; Murasakibara’s wrist is still hurt and Himuro still gets angry and closes himself off. Sometimes he disappears on Sundays, and Murasakibara doesn’t follow. This isn’t something where there’s an invitation to do so. And Himuro always comes back, dropping exhausted into Murasakibara’s bed, falling asleep with his head pressed against Murasakibara’s chest and a frown on his face.
They buy ice cream after practice at the school canteen, not as good as soft-serve but good enough to coat Himuro’s mouth in pale cream, sweet sugar he lets Murasakibara kiss off before it dries. Murasakibara supposes this is a kind of happiness, but it still feels like skating on a pond, ice solid beneath their feet. He can’t crack it, even with Himuro straddling his waist and kissing him, Himuro feeding him ice cream from the tip of a spoon, the top of a cone.
Murasakibara doesn’t intend to follow him one Sunday; he doesn’t really follow either. He ends up on the hill, wandering around and bored, and he can see Himuro from far away. He can see Himuro when he comes closer, the scales forming on his skin, the recognition in Himuro’s eye. He looks like he’s trying to stop what’s happening to him, but it’s too late; he’s falling to the ground and his skin is turning grey, flat; his hands and feet become claws. He looks up with the face of some kind of monster, and Murasakibara stares back.
“Just go,” Himuro says, voice rasping and strange.
“Why?” says Murasakibara.
(Himuro is still Himuro, monster or no; it might be better if he’d prefer not to talk like this. They can nap under the sun and wake up to go back.)
Himuro lies down next to him, careful, wary. Murasakibara waits.