Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

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. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/> Visual example

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. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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Comments

FILL: Team Grandstand, PG

[babster]

Tags: suggested amputation, mention of death
Word Count: 545
Remix of luckycricket33's BR5 Chinatsu/Akira red shoes fill

There once was a girl named Chinatsu who loved to dance. She was very talented, everyone agreed, strong and graceful and quick, but perhaps a bit too willful, a bit too proud. When she mastered the dances for her age group, she moved on until she could dance all the women's dances, even the special ones reserved for weddings and festivals. Having done so, Chinatsu cast her eye on the men's dances, which were faster and used the whole body, rather than focusing almost entirely on footwork.

“You shouldn't dance the men's dances,” her father told her one day. “It isn't done for a girl to dance them.”

“Why not?” Chinatsu asked. “I'm better at it than all of the men.”

“Don't say things like that,” her mother scolded her. “It isn't right for a girl to say such words.”

“Why not?” Chinatsu asked. “It's true.” And her parents shook their heads and pursed their lips, but didn't say anything else, for she was right.

For her birthday, her parents gave her a pair of delicate, beautiful red dancing slippers. Chinatsu had been happy dancing barefoot or in her boots, but she was enchanted by the slippers, and wore them as often as possible. It seemed to those who watched her that she danced even more beautifully in the slippers. Certainly, she danced more often, and the mutters about her pride grew louder.

“Please take your dancing shoes off,” her mother begged as they sat down to dinner. “They were meant for festivals, not for every day.”

“Take those shoes off now,” her father ordered. “And stop dancing even while we're sitting down.”

But Chinatsu did not. Truthfully, she could not, as the shoes had taken on a life of their own and compelled her to dance more and more often, until she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She danced as she gathered water and danced as she helped her mother in the kitchen and danced in her sleep.

Her parents despaired. The village sympathized with them, but could not bring themselves to care overly much about Chinatsu herself. She deserved it, some of the men said. Dancing the men's dances like that.

One night, as Chinatsu danced in the square on her own, making up her own figures to the music that played in her head, an angel appeared. The angel was lovely, soft and glowing, and she held a silver cleaver in her hand.

“I have been watching you,” the angel said, and her voice was like the sound of bells and soft as a whisper, all at once. “It must be painful, dancing all the time.”

Chinatsu said nothing, but slowed her dancing to show the angel she was listening.

“I could make the dancing stop, you know,” the angel continued, stepping closer and holding up the cleaver. It glowed, under the moon or her own heavenly light. “If you let me cut them off.” She gestured at Chinatsu's feet, dancing in their bloodstained red slippers. Chinatsu looked from her feet to the cleaver before raising her head to stare defiantly into the angel's endless eyes.

“I would rather keep going 'til death,” Chinatsu said, and pushed the angel from her.