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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
Bonus Round 3: FSTs
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!
This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 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. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). 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.
- You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.
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]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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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.
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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
NSFW preferred
Cupid Boy - Kylie Minogue
Show Me - Zinc
Positive Tension - Bloc Party
Make Me Sweat - Basement Jaxx
Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
i'm hearing murderers boyfriends??? :^)))))))))))))))))
Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
Re: PROMPT: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke
FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Word Count: 958
Goddammit Alistair. This is like......really hella weird and gross. I hope you enjoy it.
Takahiro doesn’t drop the knife when the man falls, nor does he keep it in a vice. It’s comfortable in his hand; it doesn’t even weigh as much as a cup of coffee. Blood drips from its slippery blade onto the floor, though the small droplets that spatter the tile won’t reach the pool spreading from his victim for a while. His heart is forcing his own blood through his veins, and he’s got a head rush as if he’d been smoking too fast, or holding his breath. Maybe he was. He wants to stand here until the blood soaks through the soles of his shoes.
Suga snickers behind him, and he hears the footsteps of him coming closer. He feels Suga’s hands on his sides, pushing around to run over his stomach, his chin on his shoulder, his chest pressed up against Takahiro’s back. He leans back.
“How do you feel?” Suga asks, softly, and Takahiro knows his eyes are on the man on the floor, narrowed, watching the traces of his former life leak out of him.
“Amazing. Just like you said.”
Suga hums, and he feels the vibrations in his shoulder. His hands move down his stomach, fingertips crossing the edge of his t-shirt, coming together over his crotch. “Hmm, I guess you did like it,” Suga says with amusement. Takahiro hadn’t even noticed he was half hard. God, he’s really sick.
Suga rolls his hips against him.
Oh. At least he’ll have company in hell.
“Suga,” he breathes out.
“Put the knife down.”
It’s a good suggestion, one which he takes, practically throwing it across the table. He turns around and grabs Suga, kissing him fiercely. Thoughts run through his mind, again and again. I just killed someone. I just killed someone and I’m getting off on it. A man is dead on the floor and I’m kissing someone.
It’s good to be alive.
Suga smiles even as he kisses, matching Takahiro’s fervency without his desperation, but then he’s done this before and Takahiro hasn’t. He already wants more, more than he can get right here, with no one else to jab a knife into, no one else’s throat to curl his hands around and squeeze until all the air is gone from them and a little bit more.
He pulls Suga’s hips hard against him and grinds into him, moaning with his eyes pinched shut. When Suga bites his lip hard enough that it bleeds into his mouth, and the taste of it passes between them, it’s like an electric shock that starts at his tongue and travels instantly to his core. “Suga,” he pants out again, pressing himself closer to the other man.
“You sound like you want something,” he mumbles back, sounding amused as Takahiro latches onto his neck, biting and sucking without any reservations.
“I want you,” he whispers back, feeling completely and totally animalistic, and probably sounding that way too.
Suga is quiet for a moment, hands loosely draped across Takahiro’s shoulders. “Get on the floor,” he says finally.
Takahiro doesn’t even question it; he drops to the ground, looking up at Suga, expecting him to follow. Suga stands over him, smiling. Takahiro watches the bruise spreading out over his neck and swallows. He wants more, more, needs to feel all of this, whatever this is, until the peak of it pushes him over into a new life.
Suga still stands above him. He slides his hands into his pockets and tilts his head to the side. “Touch yourself for me.”
Takahiro looks up, feeling dizzy. “Suga, please—”
Suga steps forward and presses his shoe down hard between Takahiro’s legs. He groans, moving towards the pressure, even though it’s rough and meant to hurt him. His head swims, but he doesn’t try to push Suga off. “I’ll come down there when I feel like it.” Takahiro nods, and Suga steps back.
He opens up his pants and pushes down his underwear, exposing himself to the stale air, thick with the scent of blood and death. He locks eyes with Suga as he works his hand over himself, aware of the moans floating out of his mouth, mixed with the sound of his dick smacking against his hand. It’s shameful, he’s disgusting. It’s wonderful and he loves it.
“You look like you’re having some trouble,” Suga muses. “Maybe you should get creative.”
It doesn’t take him very long to figure out what Suga means. He has blood on his mind and not very much else. He lets go of his cock and moves his hand behind him. The puddle has spread by now, very close to him, and it’s still warm when his fingers touch it. He presses his palm firmly into the mess before pulling it back and taking his dick in his hand once, not daring to break away from Suga’s eyes to look at the blood now coating him. He’s seeing enough red anyway, and Suga can help him see more.
The drops left on the floor by the knife have now been enveloped by the larger mass of blood, and when Suga does finally kneel over him, the knees of his jeans are instantly soaked. He places a hand in it to steady himself, and thinks nothing of it when he lifts the same hand to cradle Takahiro’s cheek; a large, red mark blossoms on his face like he’s been skinned. Suga nudges his hand away and pumps him a few more times, and Takahiro gasps and clutches at his sweater, calling his name.
Suga kisses him gently on the forehead. “You did well, Takahiro.”
He wraps an arm around him and pulls them both down. The print underneath them is a blossoming red angel.
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
MEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME WITH THIS
HOLYSHIT
LIKE Laura's murderers bf was like HOLY SHIT DAM mn YEEEEEEEEES and NOW YOU GIVE THAT + DOM SUGA??????????????????????????????????????
HOLY SHIT
I'm....I'M DEAD
I'M GONE
BYE
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
MORE YOU SAY?????????????????????????????
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E
[steeples fingers and smiles]
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Re: FILL: TEAM AKAASHI KEIJI/BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, E