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:

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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

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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.

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Comments

Fill: team Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, G

[hqqt]

Tags: food, ghosts
Remix of this fill by luckycricket33 who gave permission to remix.
Word Count: 461



The butter sizzles in the bottom of the pan. Kojirou rotates it to form an even coating with a swish of his wrist. An egg follows it, a single tap cracking the shell.

"Hmm..."

A muscle tenses in his jaw. He ignores his commentator. He breaks his egg apart with a spatula, adding a dash of full milk to steam through it as it firms and becomes opaque.

She tutts. A vein pulses in his temple.

"What." He is very aware he will regret addressing her.

"Well," she says, then pauses. She hums for a second, leaning forward past his shoulder and over the pan.

She brings with her a chill. Ever since she began trailing after him, with her packet of snacks and judgemental words, it's been like someone left a door open to snowy plains for a breeze to brush against his neck. He would like to believe it's a reflection of his disdain for her but, more realistically, it's because she's dead.

At first, he'd only thought she was a new hire lacking manners who didn't know her place. But he had reassessed his evaluation when he noticed that she doesn't have legs. Then, he'd realised she was a ghost lacking manners who didn't know her place.

"You're so hard on your eggs..." she says, as if the ingredient has feelings.

His eyebrow twitches.

Holding the handle of his spatula out to her, he flashes her something of a smile. "Would you like to take over?"

She sniffs and looks away. "You're cruel, Shinomiya. It's no wonder the students dislike you." He's long since realised that, outside of dropping the temperature, her impact on this plane of existence is slim. He can touch her (or she reacts as if he can) but handing cooking equipment is beyond her corporeal manifestation's skill set.

He chuckles and returns to his eggs. Tossing in coriander and a pinch of salt.

Once he's turned them into a perfect meal he picks up a fork and begins to eat, a task made more difficult by his company lying on the full length of the table.

She sighs like it's the most difficult motion in the world to complete. "To eat while others are present and unable to is the height of rudeness."

He jabs his fork through her head, until his fingers encounter the coolness of her cheek. She jerks away, then swoops down on him. Her motion knocks his fork out of his hand - or rather startles him into dropping it. He shoves at her, in attempt to get the spectral ice cube away.

"Is this how you treat your conscience, Shinomiya?" she wails, with a grin. "How shameful!"

Not for the first time, he wishes he could kill a ghost.