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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: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: oddly specific prompts
Prompt:
plants - alicia catling
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 694
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It’s the worst summer they’ve had in ten years, the drought quicker and nastier, killing the crops and irrigation systems, turning the whole state into a dusty wasteland. All the water is rationed, even the bottled shit they get from out of state by the truckload. Taiga uses all of his on Tatsuya.
“Taiga, you can’t,” Tatsuya says, voice trembling after he swallows.
His lips are lush and wet with water; he looks--not good. But the best he can.
“Yes, I can,” says Taiga.
He reaches over to brush the curtain of thorns away from Tatsuya’s face, the soft flesh that still remains. A thorn catches his thumb, but Tatsuya’s not the only one who knows how to hold his face steady, even if Tatsuya can smell his blood. He’d put up with worse than this for Tatsuya, for as long as he’s here.
-
It starts out so simply, the skin on Tatsuya’s hands hardening into the callouses he’d avoided for years, his hair tangling and clumping with grease, normal human physical conditions, Taiga had thought. And then something, somewhere, crosses over an invisible line. Maybe it’s been when Taiga starts walking into the kitchen every morning to see Tatsuya wiping away tears. Or maybe it’s been how thirsty he is, the water he’s always pouring down his throat (no drought that summer, not as easy to notice) and how he begins to eat less and less. Maybe it starts before then, even, but he can’t ignore it when the flesh on Tatsuya’s rib cage begins to peel and fall away.
It’s the skin on his torso, flaking and dry; but layer after layer peels away, drying up into dust, until the bones of his ribs begin to show. The inside of him is hollow; his organs are all dry and gone inside of him and somehow he has continued to function, the water poured down his throat still spreading through his veins, his warm heart still pumping something through. His bare ribs are not bones, hard and brown and rough, the tangled stems of a bush, from them sprouting twigs and buds.
Tatsuya still cries every morning, but Taiga always finds him, tear tracks on his cheek, drinking water straight out of the kitchen faucet.
-
It is slow; it is aching in Taiga’s heart, the way Tatsuya is still here. A head attached to a rose bush, taking water in through his roots in his bed of soil, still taking it from the bottles Taiga offers, the ones that sap his salary away (the ones he would go millions into debt for).
“When I’m gone,” Tatsuya starts.
Taiga can’t bear to hear it, even when he sees Tatsuya’s ear growing thorny, his teeth turning to stems. He buries his face in his hands; his shoulders shake; he can’t let Tatsuya see him like this but he can’t spend time without him, not when they have so little left.
“Taiga,” Tatsuya says, his voice breaking. “Taiga.”
Taiga imagines Tatsuya still has arms, that they hadn’t dried up and fallen off like wasted branches, that he’s reaching out to touch Taiga’s hair, that the pads of his fingers are still soft against Taiga’s scalp.
-
They go shopping for soil together; Tatsuya walks on crutches and wears boots too big in the heat to disguise his withering feet, layers of clothing over his hollow chest, a hat over the thorns at the roots of his hair. He still talks, pleasant, hands in his pockets when he can; he still looks beautiful. He still looks almost human like this, and Taiga has to take long breaths to stop himself from breaking down in an aisle full of shovels.
“This one’s good,” says Tatsuya. “Lots of nutrients.”
Taiga takes his rough hand; they haven’t since they were kids but he’s going to be a little selfish here and now, while he still can. Tatsuya looks at him, expression placid as always, but sad.
“This is how it is now,” says Tatsuya. “I’ll be okay.”
He doesn’t let go; they hold hands in the car and Tatsuya doesn’t say anything about the knuckles of Taiga’s left hand white on the steering wheel.
Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T