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Bonus Round 3: FSTs
Bonus Round 3: FSTs
This round is CLOSED. Late fills can be posted, but they won't receive points.
We're halfway through all the bonus rounds now. If you're like us, every love song on the radio seems to apply to your OTP. In this round we'd like you to serenade us with some of your top picks!
This round ends at 7PM on July 11 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Submit prompts in the form of a short playlist (3-6 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. (This is not the sports anime gen olympics.) Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi & Alex). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi/Alex). 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.
- You cannot fill your teammates' prompts or your own prompts.
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]
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FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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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.
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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA
Black by Toby "Radiation" Fox
Savior of the Dreaming Dead by Malcolm Brown
Rex Duodecim Angelus by Malcolm Brown
Three in the Morning by Clark "Plazmataz" Powell
how do i explain myself
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FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Homestuck, trans characters, Teshima they/them Manami it/its, i'm really really sorry
Word count: 1615
Phones were essential - but Teshima swore by computers, even in the apocalypse, because that was what made first contact.
'So,' words popped up at the side of their vision, 'The aliens have different area codes and don't know ours?'
It was cases like these that they would roll their fingers through the contact list to a simple 'call' button - though it had taken more than fifteen attempts at alchemization to construct one that actually kept such a functionality. The game's whims were about as strange as -
"Manami, it's not about the phones at all. They don't know Japanese! This weird game-installed chat program translates everything for us." They paused, to stare over past logs. "You had to have noticed how weird it was to be able to talk to them at all."
"Why would I?"
"Toudou's been sending you a thousand messages, constantly."
"Who is that?"
They shouldn't have indulged their pointless questions, but they wanted to be a leader - wanted to prove to everyone they could handle anything and anyone.
"The one with the purple text? Loves puns with the number eight? Only uses over-complicated kaoemoji that look like they have headbands."
"Uh ..."
"Always talks about rivals?"
"Oh! Oh, I think I saw a message about something like that."
"Don't tell me you haven't even spoken to her."
"There's not really any reason to."
Its words echoed in their head for a moment, louder and louder, every moment becoming more frustrated at just how insulting that was.
"There's all the reason in the world to! Listen, they know what they're talking about. Tadoko- one of them, he's saved my life, too many times over at this point. Who else are you getting advice enough to survive this from if not them? If you're listening to those cosmic horrors out on Derse, then -"
"Wait. You can hear them whispering?"
"What about it? Their shouting at me is enough stress that I couldn't sleep if I wanted to." It was worse than that - Teshima would have slept, if the entire game wasn't likely to fall apart the second they looked away, but the slithering voices in the darkness were another good reason that they immediately woke in a cold sweat in moments they accidentally drifted off.
"...I have to go."
"Damn it, don't just -"
It hung up - and that was a problem, because of everyone between their groups, it was Manami who never responded to Pesterchum, it was Manami who never even seemed to realize it was blinking with hundreds of messages that it never looked at. It would answer Kuroda sometimes - avoid Onoda like the plague - humor Yuuto - constantly misfire comments to Sugimoto - do anything for Miyahara. But when it came to them, whether it was as antagonizing as every force against them in the game, or easily cooperative, it was as quick to change as the strange pulsing green beats of Teshima's own planet.
People started to change - classes, powers, gaining powers that they couldn't understand - and all the patrons turned away when they would ask. Tadokoro, Makishima, not even Kinjou would give an answer that made any sense, until they were desperate to find out from anyone who may have known.
"You really don't know?" Manami was as normal as it ever was. Teshima felt like they should have been more disturbed at see someone hovering over them, sword in hand. It had a pure white edge, almost glowing, as though it had never been touched by anything or anyone. "You have to die."
"Oh." They remembered Koga and realized why the patrons didn't want to tell them. "I get it."
Surrounded by monsters - prototyped too many times over, through a series of mistakes that led to an uncomfortable combination of dead bodies and favorite animals - it made sense.
The hilt of Manami's sword curved around its hand like wings. They wished they'd make a cooler weapon for themself.
"The outer gods were trying to tell you," it said, its voice a murmur. "I know it. Anyone who can hear them. They're trying to help us. They're being honest. You're wasting what they're offering."
They could feel Manami's hands shake, from the way the sword ever so slightly dug into their chest, from the way it reflected light, blue waves washing gently around like a tide.
"Are you gonna kill me, then?" If that was all it took, they'd take it.
It opened its mouth for a moment, and stopped. It drew its own fingers along the edge of the sword, carefully, but the blood looked like it just floated away from the blade. That was the wrong question.
"No." It smiled, bitter, as it stood. "Do it yourself."
As it turned out - they couldn't have gone godtier anyway. They didn't have a clue of quest beds, not until it was too late.
The best part about dying the first time was that they got to come back at all - the worst part was a tie between the fact that it was Sugimoto who had given them the kiss of life or the fact that being in their dream self's body all the time meant that the voices were always there now.
"It seemed like it could have been a good idea, at the time. Manamisprite didn't see what could have gone wrong about it."
No, that was right. The worst part was this.
"Why did you prototype your own corpse in the first place?" A better question would be why Manami thought a game-ified version of itself would make good counsel, but some things were pointless to ask.
Standing at the remains of its former sprite, Manami shrugged. "I didn't really have anything else I cared toss in."
Teshima couldn't bring themself to ask Kinjou just what this could mean - just how much of a problem it would be for one of their sprites to have exploded out of nowhere in the middle of the game, because of some unthought of 2-corpse prototyping. So, they kept to asking meaningless questions, to someone who would only return equally useless answers. "And how did you find my body?"
"It just kinda washed up down the river. It seemed like a waste!"
They couldn't remember how they died. Maybe it was heroic - it was probably just a mediocre mistake. If nothing else, though, they could fly with this, just like their friends who had managed god tier, just like Manami always floating around as though it had never had a home in its original body.
Teshima alchemized computers - phones - stars. Shoes that could glitter, uselessly, into sparks and fire, and they accepted the strange things Makishima sent, as strange as a spider could be, and - they could make microphones. Beautiful things, filled with sound, others like miniature maces, but some - some could be proper weapons.
That was helpful.
"You've gotten good at that." Manami's comment was complimentary, but hardly anything to celebrate.
"Well," they answered, juggling three pistols from hand to hand, each making a different note as they landed, "Better late than never."
Mind was a tricky thing - but it gave them a sense of where each weapon would land, until they could make a song out of which they caught, even when floating deeper and deeper into the center of Derse. Mind was helpful, except for when they overestimated themself, and bashed their foot into a deep spire, losing one of the microphones to the darkness. They cursed. Manami laughed. It was the closest thing to a breeze in the darkness.
The beds didn't look comfortable. It still laid on its own, and closed its eyes, foolhardy. Waiting for the end.
"Is this place really supposed to explode?"
"That's what the outer gods said ... you heard them." Its voice was a whisper, but still echoed uncomfortably loud.
"Barely." Teshima could never stop trying to block out the feeling of those tentacles sliding into their head. "I didn't want to."
"That's too bad."
They were silent, for a moment.
"I don't feel like waiting." That was more of a Manami thing. But as a surprise, they realized, it was coming out of their own mouth. "Why wait, right?" Teshima threw one of the guns, hard across the gap. "Hey, get up!"
It sailed down past it - and a gust of absolute nothing carried it back up to land on Manami's face. It groaned. "I haven't slept in ages, you know ..."
"You can't like it that much." Neither of them had slept for too long. They didn't have much sympathy to spare. "You consider all that kind of thing a waste. Besides," they said, tracking to aim as it rose to its feet, "If this doesn't work, you'll have all the time you need to sleep."
"You're not very patient, Teshima-san." But its smile in return was a challenge, guns matched in sights. "That might get you killed someday."
"Isn't that what the quest's supposed to be?"
They hit stone before it feels like they've been shot - before they hear it echoing - they hear it collapse before that.
If it meant killing Manami, even once, it wasn't so bad that it was the one they had to die with. Even if it meant their limbs running cold so quickly - at least there was a warm pool to rest in.
Even if it meant the first thing they'd see upon waking up was - they couldn't remember - they were tired - they dropped the thought. It was fine to sleep, for a moment.
FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, G
also: trans character
GG: hold the fuck up
GC: >:o
---galacticTeatime began pestering ghastlyCetacean---
GT: that's more like it
GC: ruuuuuude, teshima-san! don't take her laptop! sakamichi-chan and i were chatting
GT: yeah, well, i don't like you chatting.
GT: what have you been doing with her, anyway?
GC: i've been helping!
GC: sakamichi and i, we're the same
GC: we're both god tiers now :)
GC: real heroes! real winners, at this game
GC: would you like to know, teshima-san? would you like to be a real hero too?
GT: ....
GT: ...............
GT: ...yes
GC: well toooooo bad! i can see your whole timeline
GC: and you don't ever become one :) not like us
GT: oh fuck you
GC: but if you like
GC: i can get you the next best thing, from my position of relative omniscience
GC: i can draw you a map of your planet's gates and get you to your denizen faster
GC: teshima-san, would you like that?
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FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G
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Bonus
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