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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
Jurassic Park Theme Song (Melodica Cover)
20th Century Fox Theme (Recorder Cover)
2001 Space Odyssey (Orchestral Version)
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, G
Warnings: This is terribly out of character. And only tangentially related to the prompt. idk. I tried.
“We should try to get Shikiba to come visit,” Teshima said one afternoon after their last Inter-High. He was sprawled listlessly on Aoyagi’s floor – claiming that it was too hot to do anything else – while Aoyagi sketched at his desk. He paused, pencil half-raised, waiting for Teshima to continue.
Teshima tilted his head back to look at Aoyagi upside-down. “I know you’d like that,” he said, grinning. “I saw the way you were looking at him.”
Aoyagi clicked his tongue and went back to his drawing while Teshima laughed at him. Truth was, he would like that. Teshima’s old friend had been fun to compete against, and Aoyagi had discovered a special appreciation for his bizarre dancing style and unconventional appearance.
Aoyagi liked unusual things. He wanted to draw Ashikiba – he was intrigued by Ashikiba’s long, stretched figure, his idiosyncratic cowlick, his bright eyes, his little heart-shaped birthmark. He didn’t usually like to draw people, but there was something about Ashikiba that made him want to flip to a new page and sharpen his pencils.
“Well?” Teshima asked, demanding, from the carpet, and Aoyagi nodded once without looking. Teshima laughed again. “I knew you’d be excited.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “It’s, what, Tuesday? Hopefully Shikiba will check his phone sometime between now and the weekend. That airhead,” he added affectionately as he typed off a quick message.
“At my place,” Teshima decided. “We have to get him onto a piano. Man, I haven’t heard him play in years! I bet he’s really good by now.”
“You’re good,” Aoyagi said, because it was true.
Teshima flipped onto his stomach to grin up at him. “Aw, thanks Aoyagi. But I’m really not. Not like Shikiba. He’s brilliant. Just wait.”
So Aoyagi waited, and on Thursday they got a response – “hi jun chan I want to come ill bring my bike I accidentally saved this message in drafts sorry” – and then, Saturday arrived, and Aoyagi and Teshima went together to pick Ashikiba up from the train station.
“You know, I’m sort of surprised you managed to get on the right train,” Teshima said by way of greeting, softening the jibe with a grin and a quick hug, and Aoyagi didn’t say anything. Instead, he smiled, and Ashikiba scratched at his cheek and smiled back shyly.
Teshima didn’t waste any time into wheedling Ashikiba onto the piano – though, really, it didn’t take much convincing. Ashikiba seemed happy to show off, and for good reason, Aoyagi discovered. He was every bit as brilliant as Teshima had said, and more. Aoyagi watched him play the piano, fingers dancing and lips smiling, and he fell just a little further.
“Jun-chan,” Ashikiba said, stopping abruptly in the middle of a song. “Remember when we were in middle school, and I’d play and you’d sing…?”
Teshima grinned excitedly. “Yes! But, ah, hold on a minute.” He raced upstairs to his bedroom. Ashikiba and Aoyagi stared at each other awkwardly, glancing away and then meeting eyes again. Ashikiba fidgeted with his long fingers and Aoyagi couldn’t help watching them move.
“Here!” Teshima announced, thundering back into the room and shoving a guitar in Aoyagi’s face. Aoyagi jumped, then frowned.
“Junta, I can’t play this.”
“Sure you can! Just give it a try! Here, I’ll show you some chords…” This wasn’t going to work. Aoyagi already knew that. And he made sure to tell Teshima so, but Teshima brushed it off with a wave of his hand and “It doesn’t have to be good, Hajime, it’s just for fun. C’mon.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and Ashikiba giggled behind him. “Jam with us.”
Ashikiba’s giggle was too cute. “Okay.”
“Awesome! Ready, Shikiba?”
And so Ashikiba played something bouncy, and Teshima sang something clever, and Aoyagi plucked at strings and put his fingers in random places and felt like an idiot. It only lasted a minute until Teshima was laughing too hard to sing and Ashikiba was biting at his lip to keep from smiling too widely.
“Oh man,” Teshima gasped, wiping his eyes. “You really suck, Aoyagi.”
Aoyagi bristled, but before he could remind Teshima that he’d known it would be terrible, that he’d said so and Teshima had made him do it anyway and so shouldn’t be laughing at him, Ashikiba spoke up: “I thought it was cute.”
“You would,” Teshima teased, and Ashikiba’s cheeks went pink. Aoyagi flicked his eyes away and let his hair swing forward to cover his own embarrassment.
Teshima sighed. “This is killing me. You obviously like him, and you like him – don’t even try to deny it, Aoyagi, I’ve seen your sketchbooks – and I love both of you, so –” he waved his arms around vaguely “– kiss, or something.”
Ashikiba’s entire face turned red, then, and he buried his head in his hands, whining something that sounded like “Jun-chaaaaan.”
He was cute. He was really cute. “I wouldn’t mind,” Aoyagi said, emboldened by the reaction, and Ashikiba peeked at him through his fingers.
“Really? Um.”
Aoyagi nodded.
Teshima sighed again. “You guys are ridiculous. I’m getting a snack,” he announced, very subtly leaving them alone.
“Um,” Ashikiba said again, shrinking a little under Aoyagi’s gaze.
“So?” Aoyagi said, taking a half-step forward.
When Teshima returned from the kitchen with a box of cookies and a pot of tea balanced on a tray, Aoyagi was perched on the piano bench with his hands around Ashikiba’s wrists and their mouths pressed together. Teshima’s footsteps stuttered, then Aoyagi heard him laughing.
“Well that certainly didn’t take long,” he teased. Ashikiba made an embarrassed noise and tried to pull away, but Aoyagi followed and kissed him again. Then again. And again. He slipped his hands up Ashikiba’s arms to wrap around his neck and then Ashikiba’s clever fingers were in his hair and he realized he liked that quite a lot.
Teshima cleared his throat, but Aoyagi ignored him and he wasn’t sure that Ashikiba had even heard it in the first place.
“Guys…” Teshima tried again, and Aoyagi could picture him standing awkwardly nearby with a mug of tea in his hands. “Guys, c’mon. I know I said you should kiss but I didn’t mean for so long.”
Nothing changed in response to his complaint and he shuffled. “This is getting weird now. Come on, weren’t we going to go ride our bikes? So? Let’s go?”
Aoyagi made a noise that he hoped conveyed “I’m too busy sucking on this boy’s wonderful tongue to pay attention to you and I certainly would not rather be on a bicycle.”
Teshima sighed dramatically and flopped down onto the floor. “Once again my plans are ruined by the homosexual agenda.”
Aoyagi was startled into a grin, and he felt and heard Ashikiba’s bubble of laughter against his lips. “Maybe you’re just a bigot,” Aoyagi said, glancing at Teshima from the corner of his eye.
Teshima threw a cookie at him. “Excuse you,” he said, then, in choppy English; “The ‘A’ stands for ‘ally’.” Aoyagi smirked and rolled his eyes.
“Wait,” Ashikiba broke in, frowning with confusion. He straightened up a bit, and one of his hands slipped forward unconsciously, stroking along Aoyagi’s neck. “I thought the ‘A’ was for ‘asexual’?”
Aoyagi and Teshima looked at Ashikiba, then at each other. Ashikiba looked between both of them with a hopelessly earnest expression. Teshima grinned.
“Junta.”
“What?”
“He’s adorable. I’m keeping him.”
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G
Additional tags: Trans characters
Word count: 826
"So! Hajime! Basshi!" Ashikiba clapped her hands together, wide bright eyes making them both square their shoulders a little sharper. "If you want to perform a duet together, the most important thing to do in such a case is to find a song that resonates for both of you!" At her own words, she intertwined her fingers, holding her arms out to them both. "When you do that, you'll be able to feel the true feeling of music pulsing from one heart to the next. It's one of the most beautiful things in the world."
Doubashi clicked her teeth together and Aoyagi slapped her ear - or attempted to, only managing to reach as far up as her shoulder when it came to making any kind of contact. Ashikiba frowned. While she wasn't much of a tutor, she had been glad that friends came to her first when it came to music - though she didn't have a clue where to begin with two people whose biggest understanding of music came from grade school recorders and percussion.
But they did ride bikes - and bicycles, with their beautiful wires and thin singing metal, were instruments in of themselves. Moving music, that carried anyone along land in a way that her performance hall never could, as much as she loved the feeling of her fingers traversing ivory keys as though they contained the entire world.
"What kind of music do you like, Basshi?"
She shuffled in the tight fitting seat that Ashikiba had insisted on, feeling uncomfortable with attempting teaching if there wasn't at least one proper desk in the room (even if the three of them had needed to steal such supplies from a classroom in another building entirely). "I don't ... listen to music," Doubashi grunted, slouching her head down.
"Oh, no, everyone listens to music!" Ashikiba tittered at such an impossible thought. "Do you see many movies? Plays? The school anthem? How many games have you been to? Did you grow up with cartoons? Have you ever heard workers at corners humming to themselves, loving lilting lullabies to share with the world," and she was drifting away into her own fantasy, for a moment, until Aoyagi's cough dragged her back down to Earth, and gazing at Doubashi with expectant eyes.
"...I like some movies. I'm into action. Giant monster flicks. Some romance is alright." She grimaced, starting to hum, poorly, until Ashikiba recognized it as the lead-in theme to many popular western movies.
Though it was a small hope, she still swelled up with a bit of pride at hearing the sound. "Wonderful! Hajime, how about you?"
"Sci fi." In place of humming, she tapped buttons on her phone until she pulled up a video of an expressedly familiar tune from an older science fiction classic - though Ashikiba had never seen it, she'd heard the brass smoothly raise up in calling out the coming of some strange feeling of sunrise, perhaps it was, alongside the endless percussion.
"Good! That's perfect," she answered, turning to her empty board, and privately puffing out a cheek in consternation. Those options were all well and good, but the problem laid more in the fact that their choices didn't have any words - instead focusing on the combination of instruments and harmony to express feeling. It was fine that Teshima had never quite mastered any instrument beyond the harmonica, as long as he had his voice, since she had the piano and could pull along any kind of tune - but neither of her current pupils had that fortune. "Is there ... anything else, though?"
"Jurassic Park is cool."
Ashikiba turned just in time to see Aoyagi's emphatic nod in agreement, and she gained the slightest more heart. That movie had many tunes that were complicated, but on the other hand - several that were simple, several that could focus on percussion, and better yet, simple but soothing harmonica tunes. If anyone had the lung capacity for such things, it would be these two - though Ashikiba still found herself longing for the chance to have real time to introduce them to tubas and trumpets.
Harmonicas were cheap and in great supply - they were easy to play and accessible - or they were supposed to be, she thought to herself, as Doubashi honked into her own, struggling to situate her lips to any space where she could control the sound, as Aoyagi whistled into her own, tone deaf and unaware.
"Um ..." Ashikiba stopped them, hands shaking, feeling a little ill from the bad notes that still hung in the air and in her ears. "M-maybe we should start with ... something else. Like note reading!" She laughed as her two music impaired friends nodded without question. "Nothing like a good note reading to get us all prepared ... for music ..."
She didn't have a clue how she'd prepare them by the end of the month.
Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G
this was so cute and silly and i can totally see Ashikiba's difficulty in trying to share something that's such a big part of her life to two people who have next to no knowledge of it :') somehow i get the feeling that Ashikiba wouldn't be a very good teacher, what with all her good intentions...
also loved the bonus detail of Teshima only being able to play the harmonica, pfft.