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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!
PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Mentions of blood in lyrics
Other Tags: Angst??
Prompt:
Re: PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace
i'll be back for this one
(sidebar: are you okay with character death or should i avoid it?)
Re: PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace
(sits here) :3c
Re: PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace
Re: PROMPT: Team Daiya no Ace
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: violence, mentions of death, amputation (loss of limb)
Other Tags: injury
Word Count: 866
please forgive any snk canon inaccuracies/liberties with it i've taken. it's been a really long time since i read the manga :') but wow i sure loved this prompt!
***
Unsurprisingly, they all vow to choose the Survey Corps as the branch they'll join after graduation.
Jun's always been the loudest about it--from day one of training onward. On the first day here, he'd shouted out his intentions not once, but twice. Once to the instructor as they all lined up, and later in the mess hall in front of everyone as they ate dinner.
Some ignored him. Others--like Ryousuke--only gave him a deadpan response that they'd already heard it once today, he didn't need to stand on the bench and yell it just to remind them all. Again. And others--mostly Tetsu, honestly--looked like he agreed, burning with just as much passion as Jun was just... a lot quieter about it as he sat on the bench Jun was standing on, food untouched as he nodded in agreement.
Someone--an older trainee--told him he'd have to prove himself in training first. They all would.
(And they do. After a few struggles and falling on their faces a few times--especially in the first few weeks of training.)
It takes years of training, but by the time they've made it through, they know they can pick up their weapons and stand ready to fight against the titans--just like they'd promised on that very first day of training.
"Which branch will you choose?" Chris asks them on graduation night. He's ranked number one in their group of trainees, which comes as no great shock to anyone. He could easily choose the Military Police--that's what his father had done, after all. He has every opportunity to do so as well.
Still, he chooses the Survey Corps along with the rest of the top trainees in their class, says he'd rather be an asset to that cause than sit around protected in the walls furthest from the titans. He'd rather stand on the front lines with them all.
A few short days later they all have the wings of freedom emblem proudly displayed on their backs as they stand ready to fight for everything that symbol stands for.
(Later, everyone, more than once, wonders if he regrets his decision. Especially when they think that it might have saved him from losing his arm to an abhorrent titan's teeth on a difficult--their toughest--mission beyond the walls.)
Takako's lip quivers as those of them who hadn't been near Chris when it happened are told, a look of fear in her eyes, followed by one of sorrow. She quickly masks it, however, stands tall and presses a hand to Jun's back as he stands nearby, fists clenched tightly at his sides, eyes lowered to the ground.
Masuko doesn't sleep for a week, doesn't really speak much for just as long. It happened right in front of him. He watched Chris go down--watched the best of them lose it all in a split second--and much, much later the image still never leaves him. Still haunts his dreams, sometimes.
Tanba blames himself. It's his first mission on the same squad as Chris, and it'd ended in disaster. Maybe if he had moved quicker... maybe if he had warned Chris sooner, this wouldn't have happened. Maybe--
Ryousuke, who's got a sharper tongue than all of them, somewhat intimidating, silent but deadly on the battlefield, says softly, reaching up to whack Tanba's shoulder, that it's not his fault. He usually always has something to say, always likes to engage in friendly ribbing of his comrades--especially Tanba and Jun--but now, he doesn't say much. The gesture does it's job, though, and it doesn't make things much better in the moment, but Tanba appreciates it all the same.
Tetsu picks them all up. He feels as hurt as everyone else, but he puts on a brave face, stands before them all, shoulders taut, strong enough to carry the weight of the entire world on them, it seems. He pushes aside his grimace, earnestly says they still have a job to do. They can't quit.
They won't quit.
(Chris can no longer fight in the field like he used to, but he's still the best tactician of them all. He may not be as bright as he used to be--not until later, when a new group of trainees joins the Survey Corps does that happen--but he still keeps his promise, his desire to remain an asset to humanity at all costs, and he does humanity proud either way.)
They don't quit. They never do. Through the victories and the defeats, they keep moving forward. Losses never weigh any lighter over time, the fact that they've chosen lives where survival is never guaranteed never changes.
Sometimes, it's difficult to process that life, humanity is what they strive to protect, to keep the titans from taking any more from them, yet there are times they can't even succeed at that.
But they never let that get them down for long. Because where there's cruelty in the world--death, injury, destruction--there're beautiful things that make up for it--friendship, support, camaraderie.
And despite the bad, they still manage to hold their heads high and represent the same thing they'd always stood for, the wings of freedom still sitting proudly on their backs.
Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
AHHHHH oh my god!! I absolutely adore how you incorporate the third years and their experiences in Daiya canon into this. I can clearly see the first scene in my head LMAO it's so fun to imagine this rowdy bunch over the dining table... But then. But then... Chris... :'') Tehir resolve... The ending... AHHH I don't think I can word my love for this enough!!!!! And I just love your characterization so much... I'm still weeping. Thank you so much for this!!!
Also, I can't believe Isashiki Jun is Eren Jaeger.
Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
i love the third years, and even though i haven't even thought about snk in a long time, i thought this was such a cool prompt and an awesome au to put them in! one of my favorite things to do in aus is find ways i can parallel canon in that setting, so i had a really great time being able to do that even though it Hurt. and i'm so relieved you liked the characterization! i always get nervous about that when i'm writing characters for the first time or ones i don't write as often as others!
fff i thought about tiny first year jun and had this moment like "i can't believe jun's Eren Jaeger" when i thought about this prompt LOL it's too good to pass up
thanks again for your comment!! i'm so thrilled that you liked this!!
FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Fandom: daiya no a
Major Tags: injury, blood, implied violence
Other Tags: medical issues, darkness inherent to any snk au, vaguely a character piece, actually no mention of titans at all, but what can ya do
Word Count: 772
i swear to god heidi and i did not discuss this prompt together AT ALL. i didn't even know she filled this until i came to fill it, and now here we are. they're distinct enough i feel comfortable still posting this, but now i'm just laughing a lot.
***
The air in the kitchen is thick—whether its more from the heat or the tension of waiting is near-impossible to say.
Takako stays bent over, elbows braced on her knees with hands covering her face, almost as if in prayer, though in this moment there's little to have faith in. Jun had tentatively put a reassuring hand on her back some time ago, and she hadn't questioned it, letting it be a kind of anchor.
Tetsu sits on Jun's other side, face stony and posture rigid from head to toes, his back ramrod straight against the chair. Masuko, across the table, somehow seems even smaller than usual, and the food he'd scrounged from the kitchen is untouched.
Ryou's face, per usual, betrays absolutely nothing.
And of course, Tanba is too anxious to sit, standing near the doorway and shifting restlessly from foot to foot, always throwing another glance to the doorway, always waiting someone will walk through to update them.
They've been left alone; news had spread through the corps quickly, and everyone seems determined to give them a wide berth.
Before, they'd attempted to fill the silence with conversation, meaningless words meant to distract them, but—
That was before Chris screamed. The sound echoed through the entire base, reaching into their bones and scooping out the marrow.
He'd been unconscious the entire way back, lying in the wagon with his head in Takako's lap while Tanba pressed the bandages down on his arm, trying to stay the bleeding.
The thought had passed between all of them, unspoken—that this wasn't supposed to happen. Not to Chris.
He was at the top of their class. Gifted in every aspect, acing every test, invaluable in countering every attack. He'd saved them countless times, it felt like.
Maybe that was it, Takako thought to herself. He'd played the odds too many times, saving their skins, instead of prioritizing just himself, and his luck had finally run out. He wouldn't be in this situation if he'd just—
Her eyes flicker up to Tanba, whose expression tells her his thoughts are with Chris in the infirmary, rather than here with them.
They tried to pass it off as a surface wound, a bump on the head —a few days rest and he'd be dragging Jun through the dirt for a spar just like usual.
But with every minute that goes by, it becomes clear that won't be the case.
Just when Takako is beginning to wonder whether they should go tell the rest of the corps something—anything—to stay their worries, Kataoka comes into the room.
They rise to their feet in unison, and in an instant it feels as though all of the air has left the room.
Kataoka considers them with lips tight, eyes lingering on Tanba a moment longer than the rest.
"Well?" Jun asks.
Kataoka doesn't immediately answer, hands folded behind his back. Finally, he says: "The blow to his head wasn't serious," he says. "And we were able to keep him from bleeding out. Provided we can avoid infection, he'll live."
Takako inhales, hand over her heart.
Ryousuke, though, presses: "What aren't you saying."
Kataoka eyes him, then: "He sustained serious muscle damage to his arm and shoulder. It's unclear whether or not he'll ever regain full use of it."
Takako, unbidden, thinks of this morning, when Chris had been smiling, listening to Jun and Ryousuke go back and forth, giving Tanba suggestions on the arc of his swing, sharing a private smile with Takako and Tetsu.
For years, ever since the beginning of training, it had been so easy to rely on Chris—on his strength, his talent, his very spirit.
And in a moment, it was shaken to the core.
They're all quiet.
It's Tetsu who finally asks: "May we see him?"
Kataoka nods. "He's asleep now. It's best not to wake him—nor overwhelm him. We're not sure when the effects from the head injury will abate."
On the walk, Ryousuke breaks the silence: "It's no good blaming yourself," he says.
They all turn; Ryousuke is looking straight ahead, but there's no doubting who he's speaking to. Tanba, having gone still, hands clenched into fists at his sides.
Ryousuke continues: "Chris won't thank you for feeling sorry for him, or yourself. He made a choice—for his sake, don't waste it."
Without another word or a look back, Ryousuke resumes walking.
When they enter the room, the first thing Takako thinks is how small Chris looks in the infirmary bed, fast asleep.
They say nothing as they take up resting positions and settle in to wait.
Re: FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
BUT!!! That commentary aside, omfg, I absolutely love this!!! Ahhh I love the way you captured the begrudging silence, all the denial and wait, with some insights of how their daily lives usually are... It's all so wonderfully worded with all the atmosphere and I just. Really love it ahhh!! Thank you so much for writing this!