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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 NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO
warn for death/murder/guns/knives/blood
Sinnerman - Nina Simone (lyrics)
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nina Simone (lyrics)
Cell Block Tango - Chicago OST (lyrics)
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Trans characters, I DON'T THINK THIS IS WHAT ANYONE WOULD HAVE DONE!!! GIVEN THIS PROMPT, I DONT THINK THIS IS WHAT ANYONE WOULD HAVE /WANTED/, melodrama HELL, i wish i could explain, i really do
Word count: 2074
"Who do you think killed me?"
He kept coming back, and they'd ask every time.
"You're not dead."
Dismissive as ever.
Teshima came back every time, even when they would break his phone, even when they smashed in the windows of his car, even when they tossed a lighter on his bed, soaked in a paycheck's worth of gasoline.
"How do you think I died?" Other times.
"You didn't."
That was the boring version of events. It got tiring.
"I have a talent, you know," Manami started, one day, in a less boring scenario, in a car, in a nice tie, heels. Teshima was wearing a proper fedora for once, with his suit - that was a blessing in of itself. "I'm quite proud of it!" They drummed their fingers against the steering wheel, staring straight towards the warehouse. "I always get what's coming to me."
In a business like theirs, that was all it needed. Teshima picked up their gun and ejected the clip. "Your talent is surviving shit that would kill a real human. Are you really expecting to go in there with four bullets in a clip and leaving?" He sighed, and shoved it back in. They enjoyed that, of what little there was to actually like about him - he understood that scenes needed a bit of drama to be of any worth.
"Who's the first person you ever killed?" The question popped out of their mouth, a surprise to even themself. Manami had a feeling sometimes it was them. They had a feeling for a lot of kinds of lives and places, outside of here. "How'd you kill them?"
"Don't ask that kind of thing so easily," he muttered. Only a moment later, he kicked his legs up across the dash, and they bit their tongue, forcing themself to keep their saccharine smile. "If you really have to know, then why don't you regale me with a few of those secret stories of yours?"
"That's all it takes?" They jumped on it before he had the chance to take back the offer. "Alright then, here's one! Once I was out at a diner, and there was a guy who kept talking to me." Teshima tried to interrupt, putting his feet down properly, but they pushed their hand over his face. "And he really loved his peanuts. It was a little ridiculous! He would sit at my table, every time I'd go there. It was my favorite diner, so I'm sure you understand how put out I was about it. I'd go in early after I finished a job, and he'd be there, cracking open peanuts right over my table, shoving them into his mouth, getting shells and dust all in my coffee. It was always the same hour, and I couldn't really go at a different time of day. I'm too busy for that!"
He tried to pull their hand away. They shoved their fingers in his mouth until he bit down on them and kept on. "So one day, I got him a little present without telling him. A nice little nut from Australia, I think it is! And he cracked it all open, without a thought, shoving them down his gullet, right up to the moment the poison kicked in." They dragged their fingers out of his mouth, bruised and beginning to bleed, just so they could tap their cheek. "I think that it was about five kilometers down the road, his heart had a little hiccup, and he slammed right into a power box! Kind of cooked him a little bit. Well, it was still an inconvenience for me, considering it took out the power before I got my second order of eggs that morning, but these things happen!"
"What," and Teshima had to pause to cough, before repeating himself. "What the hell?"
"Well, he only had himself to blame." There was probably some part of that story that they didn't explain properly - it was a little complicated, and beyond being able to get him to stop bothering them, they didn't remember it very well anymore. "If you'd been there, you'd probably understand! So, your story?"
"Uh ... no, sorry, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you killed someone over ... peanuts? Peanuts." He pressed his fingers over his eyes. "I knew this place was messed up, but I can't say I expected that."
"What? Well, I guess that one might sound a little unnecessary ... oh, how about this one!" They brushed some hair away from their face, behind their ear, half-gone from a particular case. "One of my partners was a rather nice person, but he had a bad tendency of running his mouth to people he shouldn't have. I did try to tell him, a little, that it's a bit of a waste to go about getting close to too many people, go out drinking that much ... he invited me out a lot with him, too. Like I said, he was quite nice." They paused, losing their train of thought. There was a lot about him that they couldn't remember well, like his name, or his face. "Anyway, he got in a little trouble because of it. Once you get into trouble, it's only natural you have to get yourself out of it!" Manami pulled at their ear, puffing out a cheek. "Well, the only problem is that it depends on what your 'out' card is. Sometimes it's not too bad. But if you're chatty, like he was ... it's a little harder."
"Where's he now?" He didn't sound hesitant - but he did sound like he was drawing back into himself, as he should have always done, being their newest chatty partner.
They snapped their fingers, pathetically. No matter what they did, they couldn't quite get the sound right. "Should be at the bottom of the ocean, last I checked. One of his big mistakes was that he sniffled when he pulled out his gun." Shaking their head, they looked back to Teshima. "If you're trying to survive, you're not supposed to regret anyone you're ordered to kill. Even if it's your partner. Even if it's your one true love. It's okay to die if you can't, though. Someone always survives."
"Which partner was this?"
"The last one." Manami wore their smile, serene as ever. "Before you. I haven't had a partner in a while!"
He laughed. "Of course." Shaking his head, he muttered, "If that's just two, I can't imagine what went down with the first person you ever took out. Considering how much fun you seem to have with it."
"Oh, that's what you wanted? I think I remember that one." He froze, but didn't refuse. If he had, they would have started regardless. "It goes ... a few years back, I was working at an onsen. It was a really lovely, high class place. Some high school friends used their connections me out after some trouble, so I could get a job. I was lucky to be able to work there. But the problem was, one of the visitors always complained about how I prepared their appointments! Ah ... basically, this customer loved to sit in the onsen all on his own, at such hot temperatures." Manami laughed and shifted in the car, leaning back against their window to face Teshima. "He kept telling me it wasn't hot enough. I was really sure about how hot it was, myself. But every time he'd come, he'd tell me that I needed to go in with him to actually understand."
"...What?"
"He just had no sense for how onsens work," they said, with an overburdened sigh. "I really did my best to handle it on my own. But he wouldn't stop, no matter how much I'd check the water and change it around. I'd even get into trouble with my employers for making it too hot, and he still wouldn't take no for an answer!" Manami thumped their head against the window, drawing their legs up. "He got really emphatic about it one day and dragged me in with him! He wouldn't let go of my arm. No matter how much I told him about proper safety, not spending too long, how bad it is to try to pull someone's head under. I didn't have a choice but to show him how hot it was." They smiled, challenging, just wanting to see Teshima's reaction. He looked - they couldn't tell. Their vision was wavering. Maybe he was bored, they told themself - they didn't like this story either. The smile faded from their lips. "So I pushed him under the water, instead, until the heat went to his head. ...And his lungs, too, I guess."
They looked out the front of the car. No move to the warehouse yet.
"That was the first person you killed?"
A strange feeling set into their gut, as though they were sinking through the car. Manami didn't turn to face him when they answered, "I think? That's the first time I lost a job due to it. But also part of why I got this one!" They clapped their hands, and pulled themself together enough to push their feet back into their heels. "Opportunities, Teshima! Never know when they'll show up."
When they looked to him, they still couldn't read his expression. They were always bad with faces, anyway. Faces melted and warped and never ever told much truth. "Yeah," he said, a little like velcro. "True."
The only sound for a time was them humming, tapping their nails against the wheel.
Teshima cleared his throat, but they didn't acknowledge it. He spoke regardless. "The first guy I killed was because I got pissed off for a bad reason and stabbed him." His laugh was hoarse. "Nothing so interesting. Sorry about that."
"You killed him because you got annoyed?"
"Well ... that, but also because he was threatening me. More because I was being an asshole and bringing it on myself." Teshima leaned over the dash, wearing a wry smile they were more familiar with. "I didn't have any place to go after that, so now I'm here. Working as some kind of enforcer so my girlfriend doesn't have to."
"That's not so bad." Their voice was chipper, not out of any choice. It just came out that way. They needed to be that way. "There are a lot of bad alternatives! Imagine if the first person you killed was me!" Manami half bounced, humming, giggling, "There are all kinds of lives we live. All kinds of alternatives, where we live and die. Just because we're alive here, doesn't mean we are anywhere else."
He returned a disparaging stare, at first, and they almost wrote him off. Until he said, "Maybe. Yeah."
Their smile caught, into discomfort at how he agreed, for a moment. No one did that.
The doors ahead opened the slightest bit.
"Let's go."
It was an easy job. Not just four people, but if Manami brought enough bullets for themself, it wouldn't have been much fun - Teshima wouldn't have gotten a single chance, and it was interesting, to see when he'd pull the trigger, without a hint of hesitation. Some people could go from courteous to vicious in an instant, and he wasn't half-bad. Even if his aim was messy.
They took three shots with the gentlest smiling ease, only at people behind him, always able to see his shock at each flash of their gun. One of his bullets grazed their arm, but they didn't so much as flinch, more bitter at the fact that he had managed to hit the person just behind them, and that he had saved their life as many times as they had his.
The room fell quiet. Manami had made better time in the past. However, this was more interesting.
"Do you really think I enjoy killing?"
That was a rare question. But it had settled into their gut too well, after they told those stories. He made them too curious, sometimes.
"...No."
They saw something shift out of the corner of their eye. One last survivor, trying to reach for his gun - probably someone Teshima hadn't executed properly. The blood splatter against their ankle was more bother than the recoil of their gun.
It was a bit unfair that he couldn't have been wrong.
Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
Manami cheerfully and cavalierly talking about death was chilling but i couldn't stop reading (i suppose Teshima must have felt pretty chilled too, ha...). i love that Teshima is all "well... i have nothing else i can do" and meanwhile Manami is all philosophical about death and fate. and how nice of Manami to let Teshima get some shots in like that.
FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, T
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Re: FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, T