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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 Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, T
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: Bullying/harrassment
Other Tags: Supernatural/horror-esque descriptions
Word Count: 729
I wanted to write more, but I'm about to head off to work OTL
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The entire team had learned quickly, much to Midousuji’s pleasure and Ishigaki’s relief, to approach Midousuji like you’d approach a tiger- slowly, to avoid injury. To think of being in Midousuji’s presence as being in a horror movie. Freaky, clattering teeth and jaws. Wide, unblinking and bare eyes. The inexplicable coldness that seemed to rock you down to the marrow in your bones.
It made Ishigaki think back to the room where he slept, and the sensation of being awoken by the suffocation of the darkness trapped within the walls of the room and sky. And like the movies, he knew that if you saw something sitting on your bed, and it sees you too, just hold your breath. Close your eyes. Count to ten. And then it’s safe to leave.
Practice very rarely goes well for their team nowadays. They ride like the dead. Unenthusiastic, tense. Ishigaki understood. The resentment that clouded the air was heavy, it would take a while for it to completely dissipate.
They’re easily distracted now. Mizuta especially, who seemed torn between his desire to prove himself as worthy of Midousuji’s presence, and heading the warnings that fate offered him time and time again. Mizuta knew, when riding in a pack there is a possibility that one’s front tire might overlap with someone’s back wheel. Mizuta’s first instinct was the same as most people’s- to pull away by applying his brakes.
Ishigaki blinks and suddenly Mizuta’s bike is on the ground, and so is Midousuji’s, and so is Mizuta. Midousuji looms over him like a tower, the air around them now suspended in dark ice.
Mizuta scrambled up from the ground, too panicked to notice his own scratches.
“M-Midousuji-kun! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean t-“
His face was wide and pale and now he was being lifted into the air. Midousuji had him by the collar of his jersey, his teeth bare and chattering with revulsion.
“What was that, zaku? Did you forget how to ride a bike?”
Tears began to form at the edges of Mizuta’s eyes as his body seemed to clearly scream out to his fellow team members to run, hide, escape. Before the situation could escalate, Ishigaki fell to the ground in one graceless motion, sweat pooling down his bowed head.
“Please! Forgive him Midousuji-kun! We’ll work harder.”
Midousuji twisted to face the speaker, dropping Mizuta.
“Do you know what I like about you I-shi-ga-ki-kun?”
The dirt pressing against his palms was beginning to hurt. Ishigaki held his breathe.
“You have no pride.”
“Yes, Midousuji-kun.”
“I can smell how weak you are. It’s dis-gus-ting.”
“Yes, Midousuji-kun.”
Midousuji sneered, but this display of weakness seemed to quell the worst of his anger.
Yamaguchi once described Midousuji as a predator. A cat that liked to torture its prey, bouncing it back and forth between its claws until it’s unrecognizable. Midousuji would never let his forget which of them was the better man, even if it meant tearing him apart.
Sometimes when the clubroom was empty Midousuji seemed to shrink back down to human size. No longer towering over his team with cold and wrathful eyes, no longer baring his teeth as if he’s ready for blood. He changed from the monster that terrorized Kyoto Fushimi to the black figure in the corner of their eyes that disappeared when they turned in his direction.
“He’d drink your blood, then laugh, and spit it out,” Mizuta warned one first year who very soon after stopped returning to practice. Within the first month of school even those who hadn’t seen Midousuji’s face knew to fear him when he smiled.
After practice, he’d curl into himself, holding his own body as if it were about to fall apart. It reminded Ishigaki a bit of how a mother would hug a child. But even here his eyes are black and bare but embracing in the same way a spider’s web embraces a grasshopper.
Sometimes his eyes are closed and his chest is so still Ishigaki thinks for a moment that he might have somehow fallen asleep sitting up. That’s when Midousuji looked the smallest. That’s always when Ishigaki comes the closest to running a hand through the underclassman’s hair to test his theory that all Midousuji needed was something human to connect with him. For someone to reach out and take him lightly for once. A reminder.
Re: FILL: TEAM Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, T