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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 Grandstand
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Major Tags: Death (mentions in lyrics)
Other Tags: Vampires, gore if you wanna go there
Prompt:
Vampire Smile - Kyla La Grange
I'm here trying not to bite your neck
But it's beautiful and I'm gonna get
So drunk on you and kill your friends
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 443
***
It’s getting harder for Aomine to stay still the longer this awards show drags on. It’s nice; he’s glad to come. He’s glad to be in the conversation for some of these awards even if he hasn’t won anything, and even if Murasakibara won’t admit he’s upset he didn’t. Still, even when it’s him up there making a speech he likes to keep it short, likes the cameras off his face. They flash back to him where he is every so often, crammed so close next to Murasakibara that they have to share the armrest in order to fit. That’s just how it is. That’s just the same reason Aomine’s knee is touching Murasakibara’s legs, that there’s no distance between their feet. They’re big guys is all.
It’s like the feeling of being buzzed, two beers in ten minutes and he’s drinking another as the feeling settles into him, the warmth on his face, the jittering under his skin. It’s a little ridiculous, maybe, but the longer this shit drags on the more he wants to jump Murasakibara’s bones in the middle of the audience and the more he thinks about how stupid that is (and how little he actually wants that, really, even outside of dealing with the fallout; there’s people everywhere and not enough room and if they could, like, teleport back home that would be great).
Murasakibara brushes his pinky over the back of Aomine’s knuckles, then leans over like he’s going to say something.
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?” says Aomine.
“All of it,” says Murasakibara.
His voice sounds a little bit strained, even with the usual irritation; Aomine clenches his fist and then lets go. There’s a lot of these left to go; counting down just makes it seem so much farther away. Murasakibara lurches to his feet, his leg nudging Aomine’s. He jerks his head as he files out, making it look like his flicking his hair over his shoulder. It feels like eight years, a few lines in a speech to stumble over, before Aomine gets up, too, as if he’d suddenly realized he’d forgotten something.
Murasakibara’s waiting in the courtyard; there’s plenty of dark corners even with all the agents and executives smoking and barking on their phones. They’re all too absorbed in wheeling and dealing and Aomine feels drunk on Murasakibara all over again, his hair pulled away from his face and the line of his nose as he looks down, the suit that even well-tailored strains against his fucking gigantic shoulders. There’s an alcove; Murasakibara has to duck to fit under the arch and Aomine’s not sure what they’re waiting for now.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 427 words
Warnings for literal vampires, mentions of sex and blood drinking. Mostly it’s just Murasakibara sitting in a bar and creeping on Aomine.
***
Murasakibara pondered very seriously what he should do.
On one hand, he'd already eaten. He'd had a delicious little morsel, a sweet pretty thing with big innocent eyes whose blood was just as sweet. It was Hanamiya who had told him that diabetics had the sweetest-tasting blood and who had gotten Murasakibara hooked them. A lot of diabetics were chubby too, which meant that they had even more blood for Murasakibara to feast on!
She'd been a very filling meal and honestly, Murasakibara didn't need to feed again. Akashi was very strict with them about that. They should only eat as much as they needed, they should do it surreptitiously and they should not kill if they could avoid it.
According to Akashi, those rules would get them through their unlife for centuries. Kise excelled at it, picking up a different boy or girl every night, leaving bite marks in their femoral arteries after lying between their legs or biting their throats while he took them from behind. He knew how to use his saliva to heal the marks swiftly and nobody ever thought of him except as the good time that was had by all.
Murasakibara didn't use those tactics. He wasn't as good at being charming as Kise was and besides, he didn't want to have sex with his meals!
...Except maybe this meal. He was tall and his skin was colored like chocolate, stretched over lean muscles. There was plenty of him to feast on and he looked so healthy. Murasakibara had been feasting on diabetics for a few years now. Maybe he should eat some health food.
As he watched, one of the other humans - a shy little boy with brown hair and big cow-like eyes - put his hand on the prey's arm and smiled up at him. The prey smiled back, then tousled his hair affectionately.
Murasakibara frowned. Not good. It was harder to get people on their own who had friends that really cared about them and he hadn't even thought of a tactic to isolate his prey yet!
Maybe he could just kill all the human's friends? Yes. That would do it. There were only ... four of them anyway. He'd take out glasses boy first, then shy boy, then angry boy, then pink-haired girl.
Akashi would be mad. Maybe Murasakibara would save one of the other humans for him.
Yes, Murasakibara decided as he pretended to sip his beer and watched the group surreptitiously, this was a good plan.
That meal would be his.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Blood
Other Tags: vampire au
Word Count: 446
***
Daiki smells beautiful.
He smells like pure power and it's a scent that Atsushi would chase across the entire city if he had to, just for the chance to taste it on his tongue.
The city is alive tonight, a pulsing heartbeat in the form of clubs and bars with their music turned so high that they make the walls shake with the bass, and Atsushi hates it, finds it annoying and distracting, just the same as Daiki loves it for the exact same reasons.
It covers up the approach of vampires. Atsushi has never been particularly good at subtlety so he supposes that he'll take it, but Daiki is good at using it to his advantage like nobody else, slipping in and out, quick as a flash, easy to miss except for the trail of disappearances that he leaves everywhere he goes.
Atsushi isn't good at subtlety because of his size; Daiki just isn't a subtle person by nature.
They cross paths on the edge of town, where there are quieter bars and the prey is easier to isolate. Daiki's mouth and chin is dripping red with fresh blood and Atsushi breathes in the air, letting out a shaky exhale as he realises that Daiki's smell is even stronger now than it was before.
"You keep following me, Murasakibara," Daiki says by way of greeting, rolling up his sleeves either like he knows what Atsushi wants, or he's about to fight.
"You smell nice," Atsushi says simply, because it's really nothing more than that.
The problem with vampires feeding off other vampires is that it can quickly become addictive. Atsushi's finding that out the hard way, his desire for more of Daiki's blood slowly but surely overpowering his rationality.
"You want to feed off me, huh?" Daiki gins at him, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. "I could say no to you, you know."
"I don't see why you would," Atsushi replies with a shrug. "You like this too, don't you?"
Daiki doesn't reply, just pulls the collar of his shirt down, and Atsushi is already leaning in, teeth sinking into flesh and drawing blood.
"Yeah," Daiki moans, his head falling back. Atsushi has learned to make the distinction between pained and pleasured moans, and he knows exactly where on the scale this one falls. He bites harder, greedily drinking most of the blood that Daiki just drained from his most recent victim, until he's pushed away.
"You're so greedy," Daiki laughs, going over the puncture wounds in his neck with some magic to get them to heal.
Atsushi doesn't even bother to deny it. "Get me more blood to drink from you."