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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
Back In Your Head - Tegan & Sara (lyrics)
Despite What You've Been Told - Two Gallants (lyrics)
Help I'm Alive - Metric (lyrics)
FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, T
work count: 14 lines of poetry because i am An Embarrassment
Sonnet for dismembering a bird
You harpy, flapping spirals to your throne
My hands just itch to hack you down to size
Indulge me now as I apostrophize,
Lay setting for when we can be alone.
First I would snap your thin avian bone,
Cut off your wings as you scratch out my eyes
The first of us to burn decides the prize,
to my regret which we’ve had to postpone.
For fighting handicapped is hardly fair
I’d rather lose than owe it to a chain
Hence why my worthless ego bid me pause
My solace – it’s sentiment you share
And so we’ll settle when we clash again
I want for nothing but to feel your claws
no subject
Re: FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, T
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
Additional tags: Alcohol (mention of), trans character, im just kind of sobbing about soft hate if you'll excuse me, this was A Little inspired by just ... general Music Industry manate but it isnt necessarily related to the other thing i wrote but its. Music Industry manate. it is a Wide Net To Cast.
Word count: 2123
Teshima wasn't a bad singer.
He wasn't anyone that Manami would have listened to if not for the fact that his presence had become near synonymous with a fun fight - the way he played out single notes was overbearing and saccharine - but he had a confident lilt, even when singing songs he professed to hardly know, at audience prompting.
They kept their back turned, chewing on the straw of a light soda they forced themself to order between alcohol they could barely taste. It was more boring than they had expected it would be. Normally, it seemed like Teshima would almost zero in the moment they stopped at a table in a cafe, whenever they'd waltz past at a signing session. It shouldn't have been so disappointing that he hadn't noted them on his microphone the moment they'd arrived - that they didn't have to roll their eyes about the attention that would draw to them - that they couldn't have had a reason to leer or laugh or be there at all. If no one noticed, they were as good as a ghost - as popular as they may have been, they could blend into a crowd as though they didn't exist.
Manami pulled their hat down, a little further over their eyes, and ordered a martini.
It had been a while, maybe. Since they'd gone out freely on their own, since they'd seen anyone who wasn't directly related to Hakone business, and here they were wasting their freedom, just trying to sample every drink on the menu.
"I'm not unfaithful," and they could hear Teshima pause into an interlude at their guitar, glanced back to see someone pushing a phone in front of his face, the way that he gave an earnest grin of thanks, "But I'll stray." He sounded a little like a cat, more melodic, but just as overwrought. "When I get a little scared."
They snorted into their drink, and hummed along, music memory bringing back lyrics they didn't care about, carried along enough to sing with maybe four others in the crowd, "I just want back in your head," before pausing into irritated silence. They didn't really want anything. Manami was a better singer - if there was nothing to be here, it was best to leave, promising to themself to leave - after the next song.
The way he brought it to an end made it sound like he'd throw his guitar out of tune, and he did, having to pause to fix it, laughing to pull the crowd into his own rhythm regardless. "Sorry about that folks, but I have a strict schedule with myself - I never miss break for tea."
It was just a small concert - nothing like the kind of thing he'd hype up in their face, trying to act like he was so much more of a star than he ever could be. They edged at the stool, ghosting their feet over the floor, but instead of standing up, instead of quietly leaving, they called out, "This place doesn't even serve tea, you know!"
"Really?" He didn't sound like he'd been thrown off in the least. Fitting, since he was probably used to getting catcalled, they thought with a silent laugh. "I guess I should look more into the menus of the places I get booked for! Want me to get off stage and brew a cup for you? I'm sure the rest of the crowd wouldn't be too bothered. All a part of Teshima's tea time, right?"
They slid a hand over their mouth, harder to hold in their laughter by the moment. "I've got plenty to drink, thank you! Maybe you should bring a thermos next time, so you can share, Teshima-s-," and forced themself to stop talking, biting their thumb. They weren't really there. If he wouldn't acknowledge them first, they wouldn't give him a clue.
"Thanks for the helpful suggestion," he called back, yelling instead of using his microphone, just for them. It felt a little gratifying, even if he didn't know. "Actually," and at that he turned back to it, a much warmer tone at that echoing through the club, "I just got reminded of a little something ... I like this song a lot for it. Hope you all don't mind my taste, it's pretty awful sometimes."
They would have thrown their glass at him, if it wasn't too much, and it was, they knew it. But every musician knew not to say that - anyone would have avoided it if they were on stage, and yet the audience still cheered and consoled him, and they hated every second of it, even as they waited for the song to start, holding onto their glass hard enough to make it splinter between their fingers.
It took too long for them to recognize the song - another one in english, that the crowd barely knew probably, just another bad mistake from Teshima, but they knew it - they knew many songs, because it was all they had to live for. "You, you're just my next mistake, like me to you." He needed drums to back him up, for how awkward he was on a rhythm without it, or anyone else, and they couldn't help but pat out the beat at their legs, even with how the alcohol was beginning to make them sway in their seat. "I drag myself through streets of shame - blame myself, forgive the game."
That was useless - that was who he was, but it was a waste. Everyone knew the music industry was a mess. Trying to get anywhere in it was hell - even making it to some measure of popularity like they had managed was agony to maintain, and he'd said it a thousand times himself, how much it was people in positions like Manami's who crushed the hopes of the new - but that didn't matter to them. There was nothing to be done about it.
Teshima liked to blame them as much as he liked to blame himself - as though their tiny worthless struggle could change anything about the world around them.
"And I hate to speak so free, but you mean nothing to me."
They hated his singing.
"Insecure or in denial," and they couldn't help but join in, sick of how easily the crowd took his every mistake, quiet at first, "Go raise your robes, go have your trial," and they smiled, just a little, hearing their voice echo gently around their glass, and his around the room, "I'll let you win." Manami never knew which one of them had actually won, no matter what it was they did.
The sound was better in their head, and they drummed the wood of the table instead of their legs, enough to make the crowd think that was supposed to happen, enough to make Teshima struggle to keep up with the even beat, straight to the end, but they loved to sing, eyes closed and oblivious to what came out of their mouth, outside of the fact that it was sound, and that it was a fight to win, and they would win, no matter how many times in the past they never had, no matter how impossible it was, because they hated the way he would say he could do the impossible and it was foolish to let him do as he pleased without challenge and they couldn't simply give up if he was right there being everything he was and - "And I hate to sound so true," their hands were the only ones left moving in the room, "But I mean nothing to you."
He didn't even play his guitar to the finish, didn't even sing into the microphone, as the two of them set through to the end of the song together, and it wasn't quite fair - that they didn't see this coming, probably, as they turned their head just enough, to see him smile at them with that same miserable grimace. He waved, sarcastic and exaggerated.
"Just wondering. Whose concert was this again?"
And his was not the voice of someone talking to a stranger.
"Well?" Everyone in the room would know by this point. "I'm only a bit curious." At least he wasn't talking into the microphone anymore. "I can think of a few people who might be put out that they didn't hear your name was on the bill for tonight."
Manami considered their options, briefly. There weren't any. "Call it a guest drop in! A friend phoning in." They didn't pull off their hat, but tipped it up, as they leaned back at the counter, flourishing their hands. "You might not know about it, but real musicians do it all the time."
"Oh, no, I know, Manami. It's just a little hard, considering we aren't friends."
The audience rose into a rabble of interest, but it was hard to notice them, after a lifetime of ignoring the crowd and focusing on - the feeling they got from the music, the way the words tasted in their mouth, the way the light played until their world was far away and above - focusing on someone glaring and grinning at them from under spotlight they didn't actually care about in the least.
"Then why did you offer me tea earlier?" They were never one to trip over their own words, even if they were more awkward than they expected, as they rose to stand on top of their stool.
"I'm kind to all my fans." Teshima didn't react like everyone else did, and that was just as they preferred. "As long as that's all they are." He'd known the whole time they were there and they couldn't tell if they were more mad at him for ignoring them, or at themself for caring.
"That's really quite rude!" Hopping to another stool, someone else jumped out of the way, and behind them, the barkeeper was perhaps considering yelling at them - though it was likely difficult to say no to one of the most well known singers in Japan in the last three years, after they showed up so inexplicably in your place of work. "I'm quite the content member of the peanut crowd! Well ... I'd be more content if you picked something you were capable of singing!"
The crowd gasped as Manami slipped and almost collided into hanging glass overhead, but he kept his arms crossed at the stage, until they caught their balance again. "If you're so concerned about that, then how about you recommend something?"
"Mmm, I can't think of much of anything. At least, not anything you could really do justice. How about you pick a song for me?"
"I've got one, sure." He strummed his guitar, too hard, and they almost burst out laughing.
"That's a pretty boring choice," they called over the sound, bouncing to the counter top. "Is your heart really beating?"
He could sing back, but they were better, even when they were tripping over their own feet, especially when he jumped off the stage, yelling more than singing at them, over them, until they were grinning wide enough to feel like their entire face had been sliced open from ear to ear, until he was close enough that they could see his red hands from how long he'd been playing, until they were markedly aware of how high they stood over him, dizzy and breathless, trying so hard not to laugh in the middle of every verse they paused that he'd pick up, until -
Manami closed their eyes for a moment too long and fell, in the middle of a verse Teshima had picked up the slack. The right way, the wrong way, every way they could have gone had its own benefits and losses, and - most people would jump to catch them, but most people wouldn't think they'd actually fall, because they were self-sufficient and hardly real at all, fame itself in human skin.
"What the hell are you doing?" he spat at them.
His guitar hit them in the back of the head, still slightly swinging from where he'd practically thrown it back around himself so they could catch them. It was an enjoyable joke - they were at the source of every problem in the music world, more menace than person, and yet - no one else would react so quickly.
They sang, soft, to where only he could hear it. "My heart keeps beating like a hammer." It was easy to smile when he'd frown at them - as hard as was to be reminded of how dead they were otherwise.
Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, T
there's something i like about your writing that's really hard for me to put my finger on, i don't know, it has this certain subtle quality to it like spider webbing or little cracks spreading across glass. it might not seem like there's a lot going on at first glance, at least not in the typical plotty "A happens, and then B happens, and then C happens" way, but there /is/ a lot going on, tbh.
i got so mad at and pretty much laughed in disbelief at the little tea exchange tbh. god. and i'm so glad that it ends in a fight, the other people there must have been /so/ confused, (or glad of the opportunity to take phone pics of Manami and Teshima fighting, or both), and it was weirdly tender, with Teshima catching Manami at the end? tender hate...
but yeah, jeez, i'm sobbing about soft hate right there with you tbh, and more manate pop star AU is always good. thank you for this.