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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 KUROO TETSUROU/SAWAMURA DAICHI
Fandom: Haikyuu, Eyeshield 21, Chihayafuru, Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: death/murder in the lyrics
Other Tags: none
Prompt:
I can't decide - Scissor Sisters
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: haikyuu
Major tags: mention of bodily fluids (blood), mention of death (non-canon character death), murder, depictions of violence/gore, violence to specific body parts (hands)
Other tags: it's secret agent time my dudes
Word count: 518
those tags are probably much scarier than this actually is, they're just having a Good Time (I think)
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Kageyama tries to flip over the chair without much success.
Even the full strength of his legs does him no good, tied as he is by the ankles and wrists to the chair. Oikawa had used wire, looped a dozen times, thin enough that if Kageyama moved even a centimetre wrong, it would slice through him like he was just so much soft meat. Oikawa would probably love that. It would be nothing new to either of them.
For a moment, Kageyama wonders if the handful of seconds while he’s bleeding out are worth the chance it would offer him. Stupid, Kageyama thinks. Oikawa-san would laugh and call him stupid. That somehow feels worse than having thin wire cut into his bones, and Kageyama shivers despite himself; it’s cold here, but the adrenaline running electric under his skin burns him feverish and bright.
“Looks like even the little genius can get caught afterall,” Oikawa says conversationally. There’s a slim knife in his hands, but it’s the sharpness of his mouth that Kageyama worries about. Or maybe it’s the way the blade flicks in and out between Oikawa’s fingers. “Lucky, lucky, lucky me.”
The small room is stripped bare of furniture. There is only the naked lightbulb hanging low from the ceiling, the rickety wooden chair Kageyama is strapped to, the table Oikawa is sitting on, cross-legged and elegant as if he’s without a care in the world. He probably doesn’t have a care in the world, at least not right now, what with the body of an enemy agent slumped in the corner being one of the last of the problems plaguing Oikawa that he has worked so diligently to resolve. It hadn’t been easy, but Oikawa never does easy, anyway. Kageyama can’t help but admire him even now as he shifts just slightly, feels the wire looping tight enough around his wrist he thinks that maybe he stopped feeling anything at all. Something wet and warm trickles slowly into Kageyama’s left hand palm, and he watches Oikawa’s smile light up. It’s pretty.
“Haven’t you learned anything by now, Tobio-chan,” Oikawa says. His voice is almost fond. “Haven’t you been staring at me long enough to know everything.” Oikawa stands up. His steps are slow and measured as he walks over, and Kageyama can only stare, willing himself not to struggle. White blade, white teeth, white hands. Oikawa still looks so pristine despite the pool of blood cooling across the dirty cement floor. Kageyama tries not to think about how he would look like as another one of Oikawa’s bodies.
“I have learned everything I need to know,” Kageyama says stubbornly. His mouth always did do its own thing. “Are you going to kill me now, Oikawa-san.”
“Not cute, Tobio,” Oikawa smiles as he slides his small knife into Kageyama’s trapped hands, instead. It’s game, of course it’s a game. Kageyama can feel sweat sliding down his neck. The lightbulb flickers suddenly, and Kageyama blinks against the sodium flare. “Your turn,” Oikawa says as he leans in, unarmed, and waits. “You get two moves.”
Kageyama only needs one.
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T