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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

The event's almost over, and you've made it this far, congrats! This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 18 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.

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 the dreamwidth 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)

There is no max work cap.

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SCORING

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First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
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nijiaka, kuroko no basket - continuation - original fill by kiyala here
579 words, no major content warnings

He watches Rakuzan play from the top of the stands, looking down over the court, eyes following a streak of red for hours and hours.

Game after game, he watches other teams fall—in many cases, literally—to the overpowering capabilities of Akashi Seijurou and four of the five Uncrowned Kings.

He feels his stomach churn. His hands twitched to bring a stop to this somehow, to stop the progression, the spiral.

Akashi was always intense. Nijimura knows this, remembers the gleam in Akashi's eyes and the determination etched into every bone of his body. He remembers what it felt like to play next to that kind of power, to bear witness to such power and ability.

This, though—this is corrupted. This is wrong. This is power and ability left unchecked, allowed to conquer and take and take and take.

Years ago, he saw the potential of this. He knew that it wasn't outside the realm of possiblity.

He hoped that the Akashi he left would be the one that made sure he was left alone—unless Akashi knew he didn't want to be.

He hoped that the Akashi that took the captaincy would be the one who was observant but mindful, testing boundaries carefully in such a way that Nijimura never had to say a word.

He hoped that, if that all failed, if nothing else—the rest of Teiko would keep him in check, would somehow manage to hold each other together.

He's watched more than a few games this season—he knows by now that was just a naive fantasy.

Knowing that he might have somehow had a hand in this—even if it was family that pulled him away, even if he has no regrets (only a longing, only a wish)—makes his hands twitch.

Nijimura almost doesn't stay for the final game. Seirin and Rakuzan—a dark horse and the best of the best. There's only one possible outcome.

But then he sees a bolt of blue, a flash of red (darker than Akashi's, a frame broad and strong and rough around the edges). He stays.

From there, he's overtaken again, watching them both try to outdo the other, arcing birds trying to fly higher and higher—

Akashi reaches the sun first, and he falls. Seirin wins.

Nijimura grips the guardrail, knuckles aching.

Akashi shakes off the dust—he rises.

Nijimura isn't sure, really, if he imagines the shift in Akashi's presence—the ease of his body, the way he reaches out to take Kuroko's hand, not seeking to control but to bridge.

Somewhere in his room there's a thick book that he never finished—an unfinished story.

———

Three days later, Nijimura walks into the Rakuzan High School gym.

Before, at Teiko, Nijimura had no basis for comparison when it came to Akashi; he was always collected, poised, in control.

He's all of those things now, too, but it occurs to Nijimura that this Akashi isn't something constructed but someone real, layers stripped away to let the core breathe freely. His words are firm—observant, but mindful.

Nijimura only just manages to subdue a smile as he draws up beside him without announcement.

Akashi turns, and his eyes widen just a fraction at the sight of him.

"Nijimura-san," Akashi says.

Nijimura doesn't say anything at first; instead, he extends what he brought with him.

"Finally finished this."

Akashi takes the book, eyes flickering to its cover before returning to Nijimura's face. "You took your time."

And so did you, he thinks, and he smiles.

[gleefully welcomes you into my snamily home] I'm so happy that I trapped you here.

This is wonderful!! I'm glad you included Kaidou, because that's really something I wanted to have in the original but didn't have time for. Thank you for this sweet family content. ;w;

0w0

I love this. I'm glad you took off with Makishima making his choice to fight fate. I'm also really happy with how you wrote Fuji, casually deciding to help as well.

Tags: spoilers (anime/manga, game related), angst (I GUESS), bodily fluids (tears)
Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Kouichirou
Word Count: 761

This is a remix of this fill by

princesssid who gave blanket permission.

-

Ryousuke has caught Tanba crying more times than he can count. Tanba doesn't always make it easy; he isn't a noisy crier, choosing instead to suffer as silently as possible, the glistening streaks from his tears wet on his cheeks. When Ryousuke catches Tanba crying after they miss out on Koshien, it isn't the sound of sobs that alert him to what's happening.

There's just a subtle shift to the rhythm of Tanba's breathing, lungfuls of air sucked in too sharply against the quiet of their darkened room.

The frame of their bed creaks, when Ryousuke sits up. His bare feet are silent on the rungs of the ladder down from his bunk, then quiet on the bare floor when he scoots around the bed to slide in beside Tanba on the lower mattress. The addition of his weight barely shifts the bed but Tanba's breathing shifts, shuddering once in evidence that he knows Ryousuke is there.

He knows how Tanba feels; their loss hurts, with a bone-deep ache that lingers even after days.

Ryousuke is a sharp presence at Tanba's back, all folded-in elbows and bent knees, fitting himself into the space on the mattress that's been as good as left open for him. He slips his arm around Tanba's waist, sliding his hand up Tanba's chest until his palm rests against his sternum, catching each subtle shudder against fingers that are waiting, loosely spread. It's obvious when Tanba tries to compose himself; the attempt is translated into short jerks when he takes his too-careful, shallow breaths.

It's obvious when Tanba stops trying, too. The tension flows out of him, the curve of his back sagging into a soft, indeterminate shape Ryousuke can press his face to, nose nudging against the bumps of Tanba's spine through the thin fabric of his shirt. He feels every sob, conducted through their contact like an electrical current, little shocks that spark against the place in Ryousuke's chest that's empty and raw.

He knows how Tanba feels, crying his way through rough, frustrated sobs that he tries so hard to keep to himself. They worked hard for this, trained for this, put everything they had practiced to the test in one last game with the all of their high school baseball career on the line. Ryousuke's fingers rest spread against Tanba's chest, open enough that he can almost feel the loss slipping through them in his memory, with that eleventh-hour upset that leaves him hollow and cold.

Ryousuke is surprised, when Tanba rolls over in bed; he's surprised, too, when he finds that Tanba is no longer crying, and that he'd failed to notice the moment when the sobs stopped. The tracks of Tanba's tears are still wet on his face, a subtle shininess that Ryousuke can pick out even in the nighttime gloom. He's aware, in a distant, fascinated way, that he is crying, too.

Tanba doesn't say anything about it, a fact that only reinforces his suitability as a confidant. Ryousuke has never told a single person about the times Tanba has cried; he can trust that Tanba will treat him to the same silent courtesy.

Tanba's arm slides around his waist, his hand hanging empty against the curl of Ryousuke's back. For a minute, they both simply breathe, irregular rhythms that rasp harshly against their throats, wet with the dampening of those dreams they must now place aside. Ryousuke presses his face against Tanba's chest, hard enough that it almost hurts, his fingers fisting in the back of Tanba's shirt.

He's tense for too long, forcing out feelings he'd much prefer to submerge, to leave at their buried depths beneath years of always tailoring his expectations. It's not the first time he's cried over their loss. The tears squeezed their way out of him back on the field, bitterly and begrudgingly, with his head bowed in some thin quest for privacy. But that sort of reaction, ripped from his chest with no chance to think, is too rough to release anything more than the moisture that leaks from scrunched-shut eyes.

It was the start of the mourning process: evidence of the fault line, rather than the break. That he only allows to split open in the relative privacy of his dorm room, shared with someone he knows will understand. There's an intimacy to it, the hand against his back, the warmth beneath his cheek, the sense of companionship that comes from sharing in a loss. In the darkness of their room, catharsis comes as a balm to places they've left sore.

Tags: implied cannibalism, mutilation/gore, character death (all milder than the original fill...)
Ship: Kominato Ryousuke & Miyuki Kazuya
Work Count: handicrafts, two images

Clover encouraged me to remix Pax's octopus monster Kominatos fics with the tentacle Ryousuke I made during SASO so HERE I AM, this is a remix of this fill by

hapaxlegomenon who gave blanket permission.

Tags: implied cannibalism, gore, character death, supernatural elements (still milder than the original fill)
Ship: Kominato Ryousuke & Narumiya Mei
Work Count: Handicrafts, four images

This is a remix of this other fill by

hapaxlegomenon in which octopus monster Kominatos fucking murder someone. Making bodies takes a really long time so like, just pretend Mei isn't a disembodied head, maybe. (Also sorry for the lazy inaccurate hair, fun facts Ryousuke's hair took no less than three straight hours of APPLYING SINGLE STRANDS TO HIS HEAD, fuck Ryousuke's hair)

And as a bonus: look at these dead, dead, fucking murdered eyes

FILL: Chris/Miyuki Mafia AU by the lovely

catlarks
WARNINGS: none

I'm glad you liked it!

And yes, Seirin is rather proud of their system; it gives them all plausible deniability while making sure Himuro gets taken care of too. I imagine Riko played a big part in coming up with that system, and she's rather proud of it.

Oikawa Tooru / Kageyama Tobio, Haikyuu
tags: genderbend
graphics/etc fill
remix of

sotongsotong's fill here, permission given here

Kageyama =

chiharu
Oikawa =

dynamite

Oikawa Tooru / Kageyama Tobio, Haikyuu
tags: genderbend, witches
graphics/etc fill
remix of

sotongsotong's fill here, permission given here

Kageyama =

chiharu
Oikawa =

dynamite

no major content warnings, it's a sad picture though
original fill by iwaizumemes, BR4

this is what the poem made me think of

I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS!

Thank you for giving me an excuse to write Akashi and magical realism! Is Nijimura a ghost, or a product of Akashi's mind, and was it the actual Nijimura or the dream one that Akashi saw at the Winter Cup? We may never know.

oh this was so sweet ;_; the loving description of tanba's crying was beautiful and made me so sad! and ryousuke not noticing his own tears because he's so focused on tanba ;_; tanba providing support back ;_; BED SHARING ;_;

thank you so much for the remix, you made it really sweet and soft and lovely!

I'm glad you liked this!!! Im enjoying this little headcanon world.

I really like Kaidou, and he's so much the other half of Kinjou's personality I felt like I couldn't not include him here, so I'm glad that worked for you too.

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, Free!
Remix of

kusoelite's maid fill

the start of some weird maid AV or sth lol
Let's get it on~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Edited 2016-08-18 20:18 (UTC)

brief mention of blood, very non-human character, 498 words
remix of

luckycricket33's mermaid christanba

from above, koichirou is a thin, pale line swirling through dark water, the powder blue of his tail washed silver by moonlight. chris watches him circle the outdoor tank three times before he heads down to the dock, slipping nimbly past the no entry signs. koichirou doesn't surface immediately, always wary, and chris makes himself comfortable, cross-legged on the wood, careful not to let any part of himself hang over the edge. they're forming a rapport and chris is a strong swimmer, but he's seen too much blood in the water to be complacent.

koichirou pops up after a few moments, skin translucent fish-belly white, bright beneath the waxing moon. "chrisss," he says, still several lengths from the pier, human words still uneasy in his mouth. chris has heard the recordings, of course, of what merfolk sound like under water, melodic many-throated warbling, but he still wonders what koichirou would sound like, if chris could learn to understand him.

"hi," chris says, and koichirou makes a noise that is not quite a word gills flaring, pale rings of color rolling over his skin. "can you come a bit closer?" chris says, and after a moment koichirou sidles up to the dock, close enough for chris to see his small, needle-sharp teeth worrying at his bottom lip. "is something wrong?"

"i'm here," koichirou says, the strange, harmonic quality of his voice making chris want to lean in. he leans back instead, resting his weight on his palms, trying to show koichriou that he won't try to touch him or grab him or any of number of things that would be alarming for koichirou but on balance more dangerous for chris.

"i know," chris says, tone gentle. "you got caught in the net. is your arm feeling better?"

"no," koichirou says, mouth ducking back beneath the water before he quite finishes the word, single syllable punctuated by a liquid pop. chris can see his tail lashing beneath the water, short anxious strokes. it means he's nervous, chris is learning. he's always nervous.

"do you want me to look at it?" chris says, and koichiro shakes his head, submerged almost up to his eyes. his pupils are slit, cat-like and narrow under the relatively bright light of the moon. "in the morning, maybe," chris says, watching koichirou's shoulders twitch, not quite an agreement. "it needs to heal before you can go home."

koichirou slides beneath the water and swims away from the dock, body a long, gleaming arc. he's different from most of the merfolk chris has encountered, thinner, skittish, uncertain. he's beautiful, chris thinks, watching koichirou speed around the tank, velocity more expressive than any words he's learned yet. he'll take time to heal, but chris is certain that he will, if he'll let chris help.

chris stands up. "i'll see you in the morning," he says loud enough to carry. there's no response but a single flip of koichirou's tail, briefly breaking the surface. chris smiles. it's still progress.

KinMaki is quite possibly my favorite Yowapedal pairing, and as much as I love angst, and as pessimistic as Makishima can be sometimes, I don't see him ever giving up on Kinjou without a fight. I may or may not have a weakness for AUs where Makishima is a seer, so this was definitely a fun remix to write. Im glad you liked it!

kuramiyu, daiya no ace - don't flinch - original fill by kazuyaloveseijun here
content warnings: implied sexual content, heavy makeouts, but ultimately sfw
439 words

they push and push and push, and neither of them flinch.

(well. except that one time, but that was hardly within miyuki's realm of control.)

by this point, they've grown comfortable with each other, know each other's bodies like the layout of the baseball diamond—familiar, comfortable, home.

it started with hands, with kuramochi's fingers on miyuki's forearms, trailing higher and higher until he was pulling back miyuki's collar to find the finely carved bone beneath, thumbing the hollow of his throat.

it started with eyes locked, but that didn't last long, because miyuki's eyes fall shut as kuramochi pulls a sigh from his lips.

despite that, though, and despite barely talking about it, it's something they manage to walk into with eyes wide open every time, meeting each other time and again, steadily, openly, asking questions with only their hands and their lips and with skin on skin.

it's a bit of a dance—a game, even, where the idea of "losing" is foreign and unknown.

in case you're curious—winning feels like the time behind the equipment shed, pushing against each other, kuramochi's thigh between miyuki's legs while miyuki ruts against him, unable to keep sounds to himself (each gasp, each choked off cry is a victory, and kuramochi holds each close to him). he breathes heavily into the crook of kuramochi's neck, lips forming nonsense against kuramochi's skin and making him shudder. kuramochi pulls one hand from miyuki's waist to tangle his fingers in miyuki's hair, resting at the nape of his neck to press him closer, and he takes it as another win when miyuki heeds the message and bites down, leaving a mark kuramochi won't be able to hide tomorrow.

winning feels like the time in sawamura's bed, both of them too impatient and too lazy to make it to the top bunk, kuramochi gasping into miyuki's mouth when miyuki's hands find kuramochi's ass. miyuki grips and pulls him even closer, refusing to break the kiss for even a second because that would be a loss, and in this they both hate to lose. kuramochi drives his hips against miyuki's and that—yes, that's definitely a win. kuramochi's hands push up miyuki's shirt, fingers skirting and dancing along the sensitive skin of miyuki's chest and torso, moving with a rhythm not dissimilar from the unsteady staccato of his heartbeat.

winning it feels like the way miyuki looks at kuramochi when he's throwing a pick-off to second, the way he keeps looking at kuramochi after he's gotten the out, his eyes keen and expression dripping with intent—and kuramochi smiles right back, wolfish and hungry.

no, there's no flinching here.

Furuya Satoru/Kominato Haruichi, Kominato Haruichi & Kominato Ryousuke, Daiya no Ace
no tags, 758 words
Remix of

luckycricket33's furuharu fill

“I forbid it,” Ryousuke said. His arms were crossed and his brows were furrowed, lips pulled into a tight line. “There is no way in hell I’m going to let you step out in… that.”

Haruichi heaved a heavy sigh. After all the willpower he had to muster to put on this skirt, Ryousuke was going to stop him from wearing it? Honestly, he had just put it on! Haruichi turned to Furuya for support, but his teammate was only playing with the hem of his skirt, looking at it with intent eyes.

“Aniki, we have no choice,” Haruichi protested, knowing just how ridiculous he must have looked trying to fight for this plan with such a strange outfit on and his face bright red. “The team really needs more funds and—“

“Oh, I know why you’re doing it,” Ryousuke interrupted, leaning on the desk behind him. “I just don’t understand why it has to be you.”

Haruichi felt unbearably warm in this room. Goodness, for all the skin this outfit showed, it was really terrible at keeping Haruichi cool as he floundered for an explanation. “W-well,” Haruichi began. “Um—“

“Haruichi’s the most popular,” Furuya interjected.

Haruichi shot him a glare and Furuya just shrugged.

“Oh? Haruichi’s popular now, is he?” Ryousuke asked, shifting his arms so his hands were folded behind his back. “Even if he was the most popular choice for this, don’t you think the most popular one should be, ah, saved for better rewards? You can’t just present Haruichi like this when your fans are only giving you the bare minimum.”
This conversation was getting more and more embarrassing as time when on. Haruichi just wanted to go to the photo shoot already and get this over with.

“Surely there’s someone better suited for a basic reward like this… like…” Ryousuke looked around the room. All the other players on their team immediately lowered their heads and looked away. Eijun started whistling a tune as he shuffled behind Furuya’s back. Haruichi could see Miyuki inching towards the door.

Right at that moment, Kuramochi let out a loud sneeze. Haruichi watched as Ryousuke turned over to Kuramochi and Kuramochi’s eyes widened with fear.

“Kuramochi,” Ryousuke said, his lips curling into a smile. “Thank you for volunteering.”

Kuramochi’s mouth fell open as he started to protest. ‘I—but, Ryou-san!”
“What’s wrong, Kuramochi?” Ryousuke asked, tilting his head. “Don’t tell me you don’t have the confidence to wear something as simple as this.”
“I definitely don’t!” Kuramochi said. “Besides, Haruichi is nowhere near my size! How will I—“

“These sound like petty excuses,” Ryousuke said, waving off Kuramochi. “I say Kuramochi should wear the outfit instead of Haruichi. Any objections?”
The whole team went silent for a long moment and Haruichi fidgeted with his skirt a little bit. Goodness, this was already short enough on him. How could Kuramochi possibly…?

Furuya raised his hand slowly and all eyes fell on him. Even Haruichi looked surprised as Furuya began to speak, his cheeks slightly pink.

“I have an objection,” Furuya began.

Ryousuke raised his eyebrow. “Oh?” The temperature in the room suddenly seemed to drop ten degrees as Ryousuke fixed Furuya with a cold glare that threatened to smite him where he stood for daring to challenge Ryousuke. Haruichi really had to give Furuya credit for not passing out where he stood. “Well then, monster rookie, let’s hear it.”

“Haruichi should wear the outfit,” Furuya began. “He looks the most cute in it—cuter than Kuramochi-senpai. Also, he’d sell a lot more copies than Kuramochi-senpai, anyway. Using Haruichi would make more sense.” Furuya paused. “No offense, Kuramochi-senpai,” he added as an afterthought.

“Too late,” Kuramochi grumbled.

Ryousuke stared down Furuya for a moment longer before letting out a reluctant sigh. “You’re probably right,” he finally said, and Haruichi let out a relieved breath he didn’t know he was holding. “This outfit just would not be flattering on Kuramochi.”

“Can you guys leave my feelings out of this,” Kuramochi said.

“Fine, Haruichi can pose for pictures with that ridiculous get-up,” Ryousuke said. “As long as we double the prices for his pictures.”

“Man, if it was Kuramochi, we’d have to lower the prices,” Eijun muttered from behind Furuya. Kuramochi tackled Sawamura a moment later and Haruichi ignored them.

“Furuya-kun,” he said. “You didn’t have to—“

“It’s okay,” Furuya said with a shrug. “I like seeing you in that anyway.”

Haruichi felt warm all over, but he smiled despite his embarrassment. “Right back at you, Furuya-kun.”

FILL: I'm always in the mood for some ChrisMiyu Mafia AU by the incredible

catlarks
Warnings: Asphyxiation in the original fic, drawing itself has no major content warnings

no tags
word count: 1153 words
time: 8:21

Podfic of only fools do what i do [ao3] by

ambivia

You can listen to it on vocaroo http://vocaroo.com/i/s0GyvNQTQYip
(I will be putting it on ao3 later with better hosting after checking with the author)

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, Free!

crossdessing

Remix of

kusoelite's fill

Edited 2016-08-18 20:52 (UTC)

no tags
word count: 14 lines/107 words
time: 0:59

Podfic of [untitled fill] by

iwamoge

You can listen to it on vocaroo http://vocaroo.com/i/s1COcBXWZMag
(I will be putting it on ao3 later with better hosting after checking with the author)

tags: none
Ship: Ayase Eli/Nishikino Maki (love live)
Word Count: 591

This is a remix of this art fill by

limesicle who gave me permission directly. Also, unedited, because it's the last two hours of the round and I'm dying.

-

"One more time," Maki says, her finger poised on the button to begin playing their music again from the top.

Eli stands over her, sweat slicking her brow before she swipes the back of her hand across her face, cheeks likewise flushed from the exertion of dancing. They've practiced the song a dozen times already that afternoon, drilling the motion of the dance into their bodies through the sheer brute force of repetition.

"I think we've practiced enough," Eli says.

Maki looks up at her, mouth dropping open with a protest already formed on her tongue. But then she really gets a look at Eli, expression soft-edged with sympathy, and her teeth come together with a dissatisfied clack, biting back the words she'd meant to say.

"I just want to make sure everything is perfect," she says instead. "I still don't feel like it's perfect."

"Sometimes that's just the way of things," Eli tells her. She stretches her arms once over her head, shaking out the aches in her muscles before she slides to the floor, back against the wall and legs stretched out before her. She tilts her head to the side, eyeing Maki crouched beside her. "No routine is ever perfect."

"Maybe," Maki hedges. "But there are a lot of people who expect us to be perfect. When they come to one of our shows, they want to hear music that moves them, and dances that inspire them. I just... Want to make sure that I've given it my all, and if I give up in practice can I really say that I have?"

Eli shakes her head, still smiling softly but so her mouth pulls up on one side. It's a more wry look than her usual, and Maki wraps her arms around her knees, pulling in on herself as if to protect her heart from any forthcoming criticism. Eli knows how to be harsh with dancers. She doesn't intend to be quite so rough with Maki, when she's feeling insecure.

"Is there something else bothering you?" Eli asks. Her voice is gentle, soft.

Maki looks away, staring to the side at the wall. It takes her a long moment, expression shifting subtly as she composes words in her head. "I guess it is different," she finally admits. "It's the first time I've done a duet like this. With you."

At that, Eli's smile widens. "You're worried about letting me down, is that it?"

Maki squeezes her arms tighter about her knees, and huffs, clutching to denial. "No, that's not, it's... I guess, maybe. You're a beautiful dancer. It's a lot to live up to."

"You have a beautiful singing voice," Eli says, turning the compliment around. "I've always admired it. I love to sing, especially as a part of mu's, but I've never considered my singing to be on the same level as my dancing. It can't be; I've simply had much more training with one than the other."

"But your singing is lovely," Maki protests.

"So is your dancing," Eli says, with that same slightly crooked smile, the wry one that knows she's caught Maki out. "Together, I think we compliment each other quite well."

It takes Maki a moment, but she relaxes, unfolding her legs and shifting to sit next to Eli along the wall. She doesn't say anything, but Eli can catch the meaning just fine without words: they have practiced enough, and they'll make a beautiful team performing their new live.

She bumps her shoulder against Maki's. Maki bumps her back, and smiles.

no tags
word count: 826 words
time: 6:15

Podfic of "i don't care (for nights without dance)" by

sotongsotong

You can listen to it on vocaroo http://vocaroo.com/i/s1wzCkcBQ8Ev
(I will be putting it on ao3 later with better hosting after checking with the author)

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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: TEAM KOMINATO RYOUSUKE/KURAMOCHI YOUICHI, G

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, G

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Tachibana Aya, G

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, T

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

FILL: team kominato ryousuke/kuramochi youichi, G

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

FILL: TEAM KOMINATO RYOUSUKE/KURAMOCHI YOUICHI, PG

FILL: Team Chihayafuru, G

Fill: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

FILL: Team Chihayafuru, G

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

FILL: Team Chihayafuru, G