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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!
FILL: TEAM HIKARU NO GO, G
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: cultural identity, i made a middle-aged lady oc named bernice for this
Word Count: 865
chris is hard to write, why did i do this to myself
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Chris was born in Japan and he's lived there for most of his life; in high school he liked English even though sometimes his classmates asked him if he was only good at it because of his father; he loves baseball, which is America's favourite pastime but seems to have found a comfortable home in Japan; he thinks he might love a person, too.
When he talks about his father he uses words he doesn't use when he talks with his father, which only hits him when he’s older; “Dad” is not a Japanese word. With his father he mostly talks about baseball, which has always been the case. Every culture has something it represses and Chris and his father have, in their mish-mash of cultures, chosen everything but baseball.
Anyway, he’s in America right now so he might have to, god forbid, acknowledge these things.
“My, you’ve grown!” says Bernice, the middle-aged lady who might be Chris’ cousin or great-aunt or something in between. She must know him through pictures. All Chris knows about her is that his father gave him her number and wished him luck.
“Thank you,” Chris says, like he practiced. He turns to motion at Tanba behind him. “This is my friend,” he says, “Tanba.”
She keeps talking as she motions them into her home, and Chris understands… well, he gets the general idea. It’s obvious from the look on Tanba’s face that he got lost after Chris’ “thank you.”
“Yes,” Chris says, when he catches the words ‘national team’, “we are lucky to be here.”
Chris made it to first string and Tanba made it as a back-up pitcher, for Japan at the 23U Baseball World Cup, being hosted in L.A. It’s Chris’ second time in America, though the first time he was so young, all he knows is what his mother told him about the visit. Things like, how he cried when they couldn’t find the juice he liked in America, but then by the time he’d gotten used to it, they’d gone back to Japan and he’d cried again because he wanted the American juice. For some reason, this story is etched forever into his mind.
He doesn’t even like juice anymore.
Tanba sits across from him in an armchair. Bernice abandoned them in her living room, bustling off in a direction that Chris assumes is the kitchen. Feeding guests has to be a universal thing.
“You okay?” Chris asks, glad to speak in Japanese.
Tanba blinks at him. They haven’t spent much time with each other since high school, but enough that Chris felt comfortable bringing Tanba over to a relative’s so he wouldn’t be alone. Now he wonders if it was the right choice. Tanba looks grim.
“I’m good,” Tanba says.
“You look like you’re ready for battle,” Chris says. “We can go, if you want.”
Tanba shakes his head. He hasn’t shaved his hair completely since that promise in third year, but he still keeps it at a buzzcut. It makes his cheekbones obvious.
“You’ve barely ever seen your family,” Tanba says.
Chris wants to shrug that off, but he’d be denying an entire branch of his family to do so. He shrugs with one shoulder as a compromise.
“Well, you know,” Bernice says, coming into the living room with a tray of juice, “we didn’t call him Animal here! What a funny nickname.”
“Animal,” Tanba says. He nods. Bernice nods back at him, pleased. “Chris’ father.”
“Yes!” Bernice says, clearly excited and handing out glasses of juice to Chris and Tanba.
Chris stares at his while Tanba takes a polite sip. Bernice goes to a bookshelf and pulls out a photo album.
Bernice talks a lot, and she talks the same way Chris’ dad does when he’s on the phone with family. There’s an accent there that’s different than the one he has when he talks to Chris in English, and words mixed in that Chris wouldn’t have learnt in class, or from his father, too hick and natural to learn formally.
But it’s comforting to hear it here, like this, as Bernice goes through the photo album, pointing out people related to Chris. It’s a little piece of America he’s familiar with from personal experience instead of from movies, so in that way it’s his.
They leave a few hours later. Chris had driven them here in a rental car, and he drives them back to the team’s hotel.
“Thanks,” he says, as they walk up to the rooms. He’s suddenly so exhausted. He’d done his usual training in the morning, but nothing that would make him feel like this. Drinking juice and looking at a photo album should not be this tiring.
“Of course,” Tanba mumbles. It must be obvious on Chris’ face, how tired he is, because Tanba then says, “Maybe you should take a nap before dinner.”
“Yeah,” Chris says, “good idea.” He smiles at Tanba, claps a hand to his shoulder. “It really means a lot to me, that you came along.”
Tanba nods once, then looks away, though he can’t hide how red he is in the face. Chris grins to himself. Some things are constant.