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Bonus Round 5: Remixes
Bonus Round 5: Remixes
SASO 2016 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).
Congrats, this is the home stretch! You've worked hard and created hundreds of fanworks for sports anime fandom to enjoy. This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.
This round ends at 7PM on August 8 EDT. Countdown Timer.
RULES
- Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
- You cannot remix your teammates' works.
- You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
- You must include a link to the original work in your post.
- Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
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 FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
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 fills as you want!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.
Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G
Word Count: 742
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"Makishima-san?" Onoda calls out.
His voice isn't very loud in the empty club room, but Makishima startles so badly he visibly jerks, before mashing the off button of his phone with his thumb. He yanks his earbuds out of his ears and fights himself not to just cram his phone in his back pocket with the headphones still dangling off the side.
"Onoda," Makishima says, reprovingly. He's turning his phone phone over in his hands, fidgeting with it, but a moment later it sinks in who he's speaking to, and his hands still in their nervous motions.
"I'm sorry, Makishima-san," Onoda says. "I didn't... mean to startle you. But! Oh! I saw something in Akihabara the other day and I had to buy it to show to you!"
"You did?" Makishima asks, mouth starting to twist up into a grin.
It's just like Onoda — getting so excited that he's nearly tripping over himself, nearly trips up Makishima, in trying to get to the point. Getting so excited about sharing things he loves that it hardly occurs to him whether his audience will love them nearly as well. He only ever remembers after the fact, backpedaling hard once it's too late.
"What is it?" Makishima asks, as he starts to roll up his headphone cord to put them away. He'll finish the game later, after Onoda is done. "What did you want to show me?"
"O-Oh," Onoda says, becoming aware of himself. "I didn't mean to... Interrupt you... If you were busy with something. It was just—"
He starts to rummage in his bag, reaching around for something. Makishima takes that moment to slide his phone and the headphones into his pocket, pushing up from the chair where he'd been sitting and leaning over Onoda. There's a little more groping and fumbling, then Onoda pulls his hand free.
"Here," he says, holding it out toward Makishima and letting his fingers spread open. "For you."
There's a figurine perched in the center of his palm, dangling from a phone strap. Makishima reaches out to pluck it from Onoda's hand, holding it up for inspection. He recognizes the short brown hair, smiling face, and cute attire of the charm immediately.
"I'm not really as into this kind of stuff as you are..." Makishima starts to say, making his excuses.
"I know, I know, it's just—" Onoda is saying at the same time, staring up at Makishima with eyes brilliantly wide.
The rest of what Makishima wanted to say dies unspoken on his tongue. He looks down at the charm again, at the likeness of Koizumi Hanayo, one of the characters from the phone game Onoda had gotten him started playing. He can feel his phone digging into his side from where he tucked it, very aware that much as he might say he isn't into the otaku things Onoda wants to share with him, he was playing a song in the game when Onoda came in.
When Makishima remains silent, Onoda pipes up again right where he left off.
"—It's just, you seemed to like Hanayo-chan kind of a lot, and I saw her in the used goods store and she was the only one left from this set, and I just— I just, thought that maybe you would want to have her."
He looks up at Makishima, voice dwindling into something softer as the words run out but face unmistakably bright and open. Makishima shakes his head, unable to resist that puppydog look.
"I'll take it," he says. "It's not like I can't use another phone charm."
And well... Onoda was right. Of all the characters in the game he'd gotten Makishima into, Hanayo was the one Makishima found himself with a soft spot for. There was just something about her earnestness, her sincerity, the way she wanted nothing more than to eat as much white rice as she could fit into her stomach... Something about her reminded Makishima of something, that was all.
"I knew you'd like it!" Onoda says. "I'm glad you want her. Take good care of her, okay, Makishima-san?"
Makishima slings an arm around Onoda's shoulders, patting him once on the back before steering them both toward the club room door and the racks where their bikes are waiting. Onoda leans into his side, still grinning, and Makishima can't help but smile a little in return.
"I'll do my best," he says. "Since you went to all that trouble."
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