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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 Prince of Tennis
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Prompt:
IU - Through The Night (lyric translation at source)"
FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags:
Word Count: none
(gently punches ur face to show i care) (and will support you even if the team you're managing is internally exploding at this year's InHigh) (but please i swear to god notice my feelings for you you gdamn bike otaku)
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Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G
everything from the colors to THEIR FACES (Aya pls) and all the fireflies....aaaahhhhh this is wonderful ;; thank you so much. I want to hold thiz tight to my chest and never let go
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: long distance relationship management, growing pains, how do you keep following after someone who always seems to be chasing after something else
Word count: 494
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“Don’t be stupid,” Aya wants to say. There’s nobody else here at the top of the green hill so she’s not sure if she’s saying this to herself, or to her past self, or just to the evening air that hangs all around her. The summer night is lush and warm with the scent of green grass and something soft and unending, the way summer always seems to feel even as they got older, and Aya feels that if she sits here long enough she can maybe see beyond the curve of the horizon, where the earth dips into the distance. Where Miki is probably right now halfway around the world.
It’s the first summer Aya doesn’t go with Miki to France.
There had been a thing. They had agreed to another thing. Aya thinks it’s going to be fine but she can’t remember a recent summer she hasn’t somehow been dragged all around the mountains and valleys of France to follow a route that has become as familiar to her as the perpetual grease mark across Miki’s cheek, the oil under Miki’s short nails, the almost manic light in Miki’s eyes as she unpacks the latest carbon fibre frame that she needs fix up to racing standards. Aya didn’t think she would ever wake up one morning and not want this. And yet.
“I just gotta do my own thing,” Aya says loudly, and this time, she is saying it to herself. The evening air doesn’t say anything back, just sits on her shoulders like an old friend, the humidity weighty and somehow comforting. They used to always come up here in the evenings after practice when Miki didn’t have to mind the shop. They used to share so many things here. A sports drink in the summer. Their future in the fall. A kiss in the early spring of their last year.
When the fireflies come out, they’re sluggish in the heat, weaving slowly in and out between the long green grass, and Aya feels a strange kinship with them, like she’s holding onto the weight of too many summers passed where the only route she would ever take was the one that followed along the slope of the hill. Maybe it was okay to take the one that leads to the sea for once. Maybe in the fall they can see how the leaves look in the south of France instead of feeling the all too familiar beat of the sun on their shoulders and Aya just tight with frustration because she can never have this thing.
(This thing, this thing.)
“Ahhh,” Aya says. “Ahhhhhhh,” Aya says again as she flops back into the grass and watches the fireflies hover over her in confusion, and she thinks, maybe it’s sometimes better to meet someone at the end of the road, meet them there to welcome them home instead of running after the thing that was never truly hers to begin with.