sportsanime | Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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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.

Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to
- Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster (without brackets) or your team will not receive points
Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable)
If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of the fill in your comment.
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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]

Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules
Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable
If no major content tags are applicable, make sure to state this-- even if including other additional tags
NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and use clear tags in your comment. Written/text fills should be hosted at AO3 ONLY as a new, unchaptered work. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere. You may include a small safe-for-work preview of your work in your comment.
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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.

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!

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

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remix of

kiyala's kagami & himuro fill

no tags
remix of

kiyala's aomine & nigou fill

behold my inability to draw consistently orz

THIS IS SO CUTE, THANK YOU, I love the lighting and perspective and the mood they create together, and Rin is SUCH A CUTE CAT, BLESS. ♥

Remix of THIS fill by

arsenicjay. Blanked permission granted.

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou; Haikyuu!!
Words: 505
Tags: Referenced injury

When the break in his wing heals, Bokuto takes up the bizarrely human pursuit of weightlifting.

He’s already well-muscled from flying, especially through his back and core, and even though his bones are hollow and feather-light, he’s strong. Which means that Akaashi doesn’t quite understand, when he asks, why Bokuto’s explanation is a simple, “To be stronger.”

The exercises are improvised and a little ridiculous, but Akaashi knows better, by now, than to laugh when Bokuto puts earnest effort into something. So when Bokuto takes Akaashi’s heaviest free weights in hand and does set after set of jump-hop takeoffs, bouncing around his home like an oversized starling, Akaashi simply chooses an exercise of his own and works beside him.

It’s nice, he thinks. The company. And he feels guilty for thinking it, because Bokuto had been miserable through his convalescence and is completely delighted with his ability to return to the sky, to travel over the lands and seas and clouds again… to leave Akaashi alone. Even if Bokuto is going to spend most of his time with Akaashi with weights in his hands, at least he’s there.

“Akaashi,” Bokuto says one day, bright and intense and with the afternoon sun slanting through his feathers and making them glow. “Akaashi, I want to show you something.”

He holds out his hand, and Akaashi, ever-willing, takes it without hesitation. Bokuto pulls him eagerly out onto the balcony, and Akaashi opens his mouth but before he can speak Bokuto heaves him up, bridal style -- Akaashi can feel Bokuto’s strong, fluttering heartbeat and his own quickens in response.

And then, Bokuto jumps.

It takes everything Akaashi has not to shout in alarm; instead, he scrabbles for a hold on Bokuto’s shirt, and tries to ground himself with the sensation of Bokuto’s chest firm under his hand.

It’s difficult, with the sensation of air rushing around his feet.

“Akaashi. Akaashi, open your eyes.”

“Bokuto --”

“Trust me. I won’t let you fall.”

So Akaashi opens his eyes.

The world is different, viewed from above. Everything looks flat, like a painting, and Akaashi’s grip slackens unconsciously as he watches. The sun is warm on his face, and Bokuto’s wings swish in near silence. “Oh,” he breathes.

Bokuto’s arm twitches under his back, and when Akaashi looks, Bokuto is grinning a squinty-eyed smile, one that stretches from ear-to-ear. He flicks his eyes forward, and the grin widens, and he says, “Hold on a sec.”

Akaashi wonders what else, exactly, Bokuto expects he could do. He dutifully maintains his hold on Bokuto’s shoulder and watches his face and his wings.

They land in a tree, Bokuto flapping heavily on the descent and if it’s not the most graceful landing Akaashi’s ever seen him do, he’s not complaining.

Bokuto wraps a wing around Akaashi’s shoulders. It’s warm from the sun and exertion and Akaashi leans ever-so-slightly into the touch.

“I wanted to show you,” Bokuto says simply, staring out at the sun. “I had to get stronger so you could see.”

And Akaashi sees.

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Lines count: 16 (Poetry)

Hongou Masamune/Furuya Satoru, Daiya no Ace.

Remix of this beautiful and gorgeous fill by

kusoelite

His hands were so cold. This was Hokkaido for you.
No one would want to be here in this freezing land.
Everyone preferred a beautiful and luxurious beach.
The sun was hidden as snow was as always falling.

Furuya had not missed this unpromising land.
It had been years by now that he last pitched.
Those sensations were printed in his fingertips.
He could still remember this match against him.

Who would’ve guessed that this hand was warm?
That behind this cold attitude, there was more.
Hongou was so different when he teared that mask.
Furuya had desired it, tasted it and he got burn.

Their relationship had been just like a circle.
Despite being from the same homeland,
They were barely able to see each other.
And they ended up forgetting this warmth.

tags: none
Ship: Hoshizora Rin/Koizumi Hanayo & Nishikino Maki (love live)
Word Count: 651

This is a remix of this art fill by

luckycricket33 who gave blanket permission.

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A laugh sounds out in the empty room, the bubbling sort of giggle that could only be Rin. Maki is still a ways down the hall; she knows that Nozomi and Eli have student council duties to attend to, and Honoka needed to stay after class to make up an assignment that just wasn't up to par. With Umi and Kotori assigned school-cleaning duties, there's no reason to hurry to practice; most of Maki's friends will not be there.

There comes the scrape of desk legs against tile, the dull thumps of furniture being moved around. Rin's voice rises above it, with a delighted shout that breaks apart into more helpless giggles. Maki pauses where she stands; Rin is a tornado, a force of nature capable of dragging anyone in her path into whatever reckless folly she's dreamt up for some new excitement.

Maki hesitates in the hall, because she isn't certain what Rin will drag her into this time.

But Maki is no coward, and even with the group's members decreased by half, she wants to get to practice. She's put together a new arrangement for one of the songs Umi has been working on lyrics for; it'll be a shame not to get the older girl's opinion on the music until later, but she's sure Nico will snatch it up to listen the moment she offers, and Rin and Hanayo always did have kind feedback for her.

Maki steps through the doorway to the classroom they often practice in, and stops in her tracks. Hanayo stares back at her, wide-eyed and waiting, her arms wrapped around Rin's legs. Rin stares back at her, smooth-faced and unblinking, before her expression breaks apart into a grin.

"Maki-chan!" Rin calls out, flailing in Hanayo's arms so that Hanayo almost drops her. "There you are!"

"Rin!" Hanayo exclaims, arms tightening around Rin's thighs and eyes going wide with alarm. "Hold still, I told you I wouldn't be able to hold you up like this!"

"But you are!" Rin replies, momentarily forgetting Maki is present at all. "You're doing so good, Kayo-chin, you're so strong! I can't believe you can carry me."

"Not for much longer, I can't," Hanayo says. "Rin, please, just let me... I'm—"

Rin kicks her heels gently with her delight, as Hanayo fights off another round of nearly overbalancing. This time, she manages to set Rin back on her feet on the floor, straightening with a long, deep sigh.

"Rin-chan!" she says. "You have to hold still, otherwise I'm going to drop you."

"If you're busy," Maki cuts in, "it doesn't sound as if anyone else will be able to practice for at least an hour. I can leave you both to..." She waves her arm, encompassing the pushed-back desks circling the room (a fine arrangement for practicing isolated dance moves, though it's clear this isn't the reason Rin and Hanayo moved the desks) as well as her two friends standing before her. "...whatever this is."

"Maki-chan, no!" Rin exclaims. She jumps forward, grabbing Maki by the arm and dragging her farther into the room. "We're not busy, come on, come on, didn't you have new music for us to listen to?"

"Oh!" Hanayo says, leaning in at the promise of hearing Maki's new arrangement. "Did you finish what you were working on."

Maki resists it, but she can feel her lips fighting to twist into a smile. "I did. Give me a minute to get the song going."

Rin and Hanayo crowd around her, waiting as she pulls out her MP3 player and adjusts her headphones. The smile Maki was smothering blooms slow across her face; she has no idea what her two best friends were trying to accomplish but it feels exactly like them, playing around in the empty moments between class and their club. Maki wouldn't trade either of them, even Rin's silly antics, for the world.

Remix of THIS fill by

bingualien. Blanket permission granted.

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Kozume Kenma; Haikyuu!!
Words: 420 blaze it
Tags: Nah

Getting to Miyagi was so troublesome. The train ride was long, and it rattled uncomfortably through the countryside. To make matters worse, it was an older train -- one without every-seat charging outlets, and Kenma’s DS died a sadly beeping death somewhere in Utsunomiya. Luckily he had his portable phone charger, but Candy Crush just didn’t compare to Fire Emblem and he was in a rather foul mood when the train finally pulled into the station in Torono.

He wasn’t given any more time to wallow -- with a loud drumming of feet and a high-pitched “Kenmaaaa!”, he was officially distracted. Kenma made sure to tuck his phone safely away in the pocket of his hoodie before Hinata reached him with a flying leap, and they only managed to not fall to the ground together by Kageyama’s quick action. Hinata made a strangled choking sound when Kageyama yanked back on his hood, and retaliated with a stomp on Kageyama’s foot.

Kenma couldn’t help but smile despite himself, and small as it was both of the other boys noticed. Kageyama immediately turned pink and Hinata’s own smile grew impossibly wider.

There was… something, between them all. Kenma had tried to avoid naming it, thus far, and while he saw the looks Hinata and Kageyama shared and knew what they meant, and he saw the way they both looked at him, and he knew how he felt about them -- both of them, both, and how strange was that -- he stubbornly refused to think what it could mean.

Hinata and Kageyama bickered over who got to sit beside Kenma on the bus that wound up and around the mountain to Hinata’s home. Kenma finally solved that argument by simply standing up, and they gathered in a vague triangle around Kageyama as he held onto the roof rail -- Hinata made a futile grab before resolving to balance, and falling against Kenma half a moment later when the bus made a sudden jerk. Kenma had no such pride and wrapped his arm, instead, around Kageyama’s waist. Kageyama stared out the window with an aggressive pout on his face and a blush high on his cheekbones. After a moment, he reached for Hinata, hauling him closer and tucking him against his free side, all while refusing to make eye contact and mumbling, “Don’t want you to fall.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Hinata shot back, but he cuddled against Kageyama, one hand twisted into Kenma’s shirtsleeve, and Kenma turned his face into Kageyama’s shoulder to hide his own fondness.

Edited 2016-08-18 21:48 (UTC)

listen i hadn't read it until i went through ur fills list and as soon as i saw it i was like "YUP THIS IS HAPPENING" and it was just?? so easy to read?? sometimes there was a hiccup where a sentence was almost too long to ready if i didn't have enough of a breath but the MOOD was so easy for me to get into bc my i love doing that with my voice, i just. love it. it's so easy.

i'm hoping to eventually get some of these posted to ao3 myself so i should just be able to throw it up and include your work in the "this was inspired by X" section probably?? but if i take my time YES please feel free to link.

Edited 2016-08-18 21:50 (UTC)

tags: none
Ship: Hoshizora Rin/Koizumi Hanayo/Nishikino Maki (love live)
Word Count: 489

This is a remix of this art fill by

littlemissvi who gave permission directly.

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"Ohhh Maki-chan, Kayo-chin, let's look at this one!"

Rin attempts to point at the store a few buildings down the block, raising the hand that's joined with Hanayo's just high enough to gesture in the right direction. Hanayo laughs, a soft, fond sound that bubbles uncertainly up from her throat, before Rin bumps her with her hip, and startles a less self-conscious giggle out of her.

"Don't pull," Maki cautions, as Rin begins to drag the both of them down the sidewalk. Her voice is stern, but her hand she leaves clasped against Rin, palm to palm, the contact firm and warm.

She acts like Rin doesn't give her a chance in these things, snatching her hand up and never letting go, but it's hardly the full truth. Even as Maki ducks her head and glances away, or peeks back at Rin from behind the sheltering curtain of her hair, her face is always smiling. She could pull away, if she really wanted.

But she never does, savoring in the familiar touch, in the easy camaraderie between the three of them.

"What did you see, Rin-chan?" Hanayo asks, as they draw nearer to the storefront and the wide glass windows revealing its insides. From the look of things, it's a store that primarily sells accessories — disembodied heads stand in the window, draped with scarves or dripping with jewelry. On one of the mannequins, bright star earrings hang from her ears, glinting in the light.

It's obvious when Rin's eyes lock on them, drawn to the tiny golden stars that swing back and forth.

"I've never really worn earrings," she admits. The words come out evenly, but her voice is soft; she speaks in a hush like she's remembering something. "But I always liked seeing all the pretty designs."

"If you like them, you should get them," Maki says.

She turns toward Rin, lifting her free hand to cup beneath Rin's chin, tilting her face back and forth in the sunlight so as to most thoroughly deliver her appraisal. She makes a show of it being serious, before she can no longer smother the smile threatening to rise to her mouth, letting her lips turn up at their corners.

"I think that they would look good on you," Maki adds.

"Really?" Rin asks. For a moment she's awed, hovering in that moment filled with Maki's soft appreciation, basking in the warm feeling of being admired by someone she cares about. Then she's dragging both Maki and Hanayo by the hands, towing them into the store and going right to the earring displays.

Hanayo giggles as she's dragged, and though Maki huffs and protests, she too allows herself to be led. If she really wanted, she could pull away, after all. The fact that she doesn't must mean that some part of her likes having Rin there, warm and smiling, to lead them both along to her own merry tune.

tags: none
Ship: Hoshizora Rin/Toujou Nozomi (love live)
Word Count: 504

This is a remix of this art fill by

littlemissvi who gave permission directly.

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Rin yelps, hands grabbing for the bowl as it jumps from its place beneath the whirling beaters of the electric mixer. Behind her, Nozomi's laugh is warm and pitying, as she reaches an arm out to turn off the machine. Rin is still clutching the bowl as it stops shaking, bent over their cupcake batter like a mother cat protecting her kill.

"You have to make sure the bowl is lined up properly," Nozomi says, gently peeling Rin's hands away from the mixer. "It's an old machine. It's temperamental. If you don't treat it just right, the beaters will knock your mixing off-kilter, and then nothing goes right."

"I didn't know it was going to jump at me!" Rin protests. She lets herself be pulled away, turning toward Nozomi with a pout on her face. "I was doing my best."

"I know, I know," Nozomi says, and her expression softens. There's a blob of cupcake batter on Rin's cheek, doubtlessly splattered there when the mixer started running out of control. Nozomi can't help but smile when she sees it. "Baking is a science, as much as an art. No one is great at it right away, it all takes a little practice."

Rin is still pouting, ready to protest again about how the stupid machine just won't behave for her, when will they be able to eat cupcakes if the batter gets everywhere? But Nozomi cuts her off, reaching out to swipe a spot of the batter off of Rin's face. She pops her finger in her mouth, sucking audibly to clean it.

Rin stares as she does it; Nozomi smiles subtly around her own fingertip, and reaches out to cup Rin's opposite cheek. "Don't worry," she says breezily. "We'll clean up the mess, and this batch of cupcakes will be ready in no time."

She leans in, and swipes the rest of the batter off Rin's cheek with a careful curl of her tongue. One pass isn't quite enough; she allows herself a moment to savor the strawberry flavor they've mixed into the batter, before giving Rin's cheek another little lick. She kisses the spot when she's done, and Rin laughs.

"Nozomi-chan," Rin says, pushing gently at her and ducking her head. There's a blush on her cheeks but her embarrassment doesn't last long, pushed aside too fast in favor of finishing up their baking. "I could have cleaned that off myself."

"This was more fun," Nozomi declares.

Rin only laughs again, and doesn't argue with it. "Okay, okay, umm... Can you show me how to mix the batter? So it doesn't splash everywhere?"

She's smiling sheepishly, hands pushed together in front of her. But her eyes are bright with obvious eagerness to learn, and Nozomi doesn't doubt that the cupcakes will taste all the more delicious for her involvement in their creation. She smiles, and pushes past Rin to adjust the settings on the machine.

"Of course," she says. "Just you wait, these will be in the oven before you can blink."

supernatural beings (vampires)
original fill by prillalar, BR5

i couldnt get the image of inui in a cone collar out of my head sorry it's so rushed

okay, i just said over at the other remix you did for me (i mean, i know i should say "of my fill," but it honestly feels like it's *for* me; i like it, it is mine) that one of the things i love about podfic is hearing someone else interpret the tone and rhythm. it's especially delightful here because i couldn't tell if this one landed. no one who said something--here on dw, over on ao3, or over on tumblr--said anything about the not-proposal, and i got so worried that it hadn't come through that i actually asked two people if they could say what they thought kuramochi and miyuki were talking about.

so already i was clapping my hands when i saw your comment above--but then i listened to the podfic and *wow*, it is so good the way you read it! all the little nuances and inflections that i hear in my own head re-reading: i heard all of that in your rendition. ♥

thank you for choosing and doing this! (and same request as on the other one: may i have permission to link to the audio from ao3?)

no tags
cosplay remix of

krankran's Nozomi & Makishima fill from BR3! everything is new except for the wig :)

I love it! Thank you! The colors are so lovely. The swirls and their eyes are especially great.

Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, Free
no tags
remix of

fullofjoy's BR0 [banners for team grandstand]

(it might seem like a odd choice for a remix from all your amazing fills-- but I just really, really liked those banners...)

Remix of THIS fill by

hqqt. Blanket permission granted.

Kominato Haruichi & Kominato Ryousuke; Daiya no Ace

Words: 400
Tags: None

Haruichi was eight years old the first time he’d dyed his hair. He had asked and asked and asked for months on end until his mother finally bought an aerosol can of pink temporary hair colour.

The can lasted a week.

Four more cans later, and his mother had finally given in and taken Haruichi to a proper salon. He’d practically jumped into the chair and was hard pressed not to wriggle with excitement. He didn’t cry when the bleach burned at his scalp, even though he wanted to, and he stared eagerly at his own reflection in the car window all the way home.

“I look like you now, Aniki,” he remembered saying, and Ryousuke’s answering nod and grin welled up in Haruichi’s chest like butterflies.

He’s fifteen, now, and his hair has been pink without interruption for the last seven years. It’s not without work, though -- not natural like his cool, special older brother.

Between schoolwork and endless baseball practice, it’s been nearly ten weeks since Haruichi’s last touch-up, and his roots are dark and obvious. Luckily, being a first-string player on a nationally-known baseball team comes with a set of perks; namely, in this case, being able to wear a ballcap constantly and not have it questioned.

“Plans tonight, Haruichi?” Ryousuke had asked him after practice, his own hair slicked back with sweat and glowing orange in the fading sunlight.

Haruichi had shrugged. “Hair day,” he answered, and felt rather than heard Ryousuke’s hum of understanding.

“Alone?”

“I always do this myself, Aniki.”

Ryousuke nodded, hands behind his back. They watched each other for a moment longer, and then pulled apart, Ryousuke angling his body towards where Kuramochi was wrestling with an unwilling Sawamura, and Haruichi bobbing his head and making his way back to his own room, where he already has an old towel and two pairs of gloves and a bottle of peroxide laid out beside the sink.

The burn of the bleach on his scalp and in his nose is familiar, and Haruichi gets lost in the mechanical separation and application of his hair, daydreaming away the time before rinsing and colouring. He thinks of sunsets, and bees, and long shadows, and the dye bleeds through his gloves to stain the beds of his nails fuchsia. It looks like bleeding and he hides his stained fingertips under his palms, curled into fists.

mentions of sexual content, violence
original fill by dynamite, BR2

CLICKBAIT

oh my god

no tags
cosplay remix of

blueminuet's retelling of the green ribbon story in BR5!

Currently, Makishima was asleep. He wore the ribbon to bed, and still had it on when he woke up.

Kinjou couldn’t wait for later anymore.

He looked at Makishima’s face — peaceful when pulled deeply into sleep — and silently apologized.

He tugged the bow, unravelling it.

FILL: MOAR CHRISMIYU MAFIA AU by the still incredible

catlarks
Warnings: Swear words

BONUS:

Edited 2016-08-18 22:29 (UTC)

multi-pairing, hq!! and daiya
see below for more info/content warnings

PSA i did some readings of iwaizumemes poetry fills but bc they're so short i did four and decided to have them count all as one fill (total time reading is about the same as it would be for a 400 word fill so i figure that's kosher).

original fills:
1) kagehina, hq!! - http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/15224.html?thread=7179128#cmt7179128
— no content warnings
2) ushioi, hq!! - http://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/15224.html?thread=6479480#cmt6479480
— descriptions of fire/natural disaster
3) kuramiyu, dna - https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/15224.html?thread=7337080#cmt7337080
— implications of death
4) kuramiyu, dna - https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/15224.html?thread=7335288#cmt7335288
— no content warnings

listen here (they're all individual files in one dropbox folder so pick and choose as you like~)