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SASO Referees ([personal profile] referees) wrote in [community profile] sportsanime2016-08-04 08:49 pm
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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

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
  • 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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
blueminuet: (dark miyuki)

FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[personal profile] blueminuet 2016-08-16 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Inui Sadaharu/Kaidou Kaoru & Kinjou Shingo (Prince of Tennis & Yowamushi Pedal)
Tags: major character death, sadstuck, Star Wars AU
Word Count: 872

A remix of [personal profile] mother_herbivore’s fill here.



Shingo was always lucky; that was the first thing anyone who knew him would say about him. He could call the result of any coin flip or dice roll. It made him a terror at sports, when the other kids called him to play.

It made him more terrifying as a precocious businessman.

“The futures in boaboo fungus can only rise from here,” Shingo said, waving his hand easily in front of their buyer. “We’re on course to harvest ten thousand bushels by next season, and by then the price could double. We’re willing to sell our hedges for ten credits a bushel now. You won’t get as good a price come fall.”

Inui settled back and let Shingo talk. Shingo could talk all the business talk, with a trustworthy flare that Inui had never quite mastered. Not to mention the lies. It was technically true, by current predictions, the cash market for boaboo fungus could inflate come fall. Could. It wouldn’t, Inui knew, in the same gut-pull way that Shingo knew it. Hedging their crop would ensure the best profit.

Shingo was lucky.

That was one way to put it.

Inui’s fingers twitched at his side, clutching for something not quite there, a bit out of reach, a bit nonexistent. He’d become twitchy in his retirement, he’d realized. But that was fine. He was a good enough farmer. (Or rather a good enough robot technician, to keep the mechanized farm running.)

He didn’t need anything else.

He let his would-be son do the talking, and ignored the void at his side.



“Dad, what’s this?”

Inui snapped the box shut before he’d fully looked at it. Before his hands had even touched it. He’d sent Shingo to the storage shed to get some spare parts for the harvesting droid he’d been repairing, but he’d forgotten…

Shingo was lucky.

Of course he’d find the box, the one box of all of them that Inui hadn’t wanted to see the light of day again.

“Dad?” Shingo’s face was clouded with confusion, maybe fear.

Inui gently reached out, pulling the box from Shingo’s hands. “Don’t worry about it. Did you find the parts I sent you for?”

Shingo paused, his face growing harder. “Dad…”

“It’s alright, I can get them myself,” Inui said, standing up and tucking the box under his arm. He handed Shingo a wrench. “Can you open the auxiliary panel on the droid? I’ll be right back.”

Inui didn’t look back, certain he could guess at Shingo’s confused face.



Inui dreamed, and yet, it wasn’t a dream. It was like he was there, again, just like he had been all those years ago, standing on a hot planet, the heat of the sun beating down to the soundtrack of wildlife chirping away in the woodland. He was clad in tan robes, with a darker cape draped over his shoulders, and at his belt hung a comforting weight. He placed one hand over the metallic cylinder, feeling the grooves of it. And to his other side, there was no void.

His padawan was there, no young boy but a man, standing tall in brown robes and a cape of his own. Inui looked him over and felt the terribly anachronistic pang that he looked too much like Shingo; his eyes, his mouth, his jaw. He could nearly fool himself into thinking this was his son, but… It was wrong; the nose, the hair, the year. Shingo was not a person yet, and Inui’s feelings were never as paternal as a jedi master’s should have been.

“Should we go on, Master?” Kaidou asked, as if he could read Inui’s mind.

Inui collected himself, his hand wrapping around the lightsaber at his belt.

He knew it was a dream, but, well… “Yes. We should keep going,” he said. ‘If only for a little bit longer,’ he added, in his thoughts, as he watched Kaidou’s eager nod.



People always said that the force and luck were nearly indistinguishable from each other to the untrained eye, but Inui was never so sure.

Every time he saw his son’s smile and felt the bittersweet pang — saw the ghost of his padawan in that smile — Inui knew.

Inui was never lucky.



Inui placed the wooden box in front of Shingo but didn’t bother opening it; they both knew what was inside.

But even so, Shingo looked up at him and still asked, “What is it?”

Inui knew there was more to it than just the contents. Shingo was looking for the deeper piece, the greater context. Inui supposed he only had himself to blame, raising such an inquisitively accurate child.

“Your father’s lightsaber,” Inui said, flipping the latch on the box. Shingo was smart enough to know that Inui isn’t talking about himself.

Shingo reached out, fingers barely brushing the metal. He looked up at Inui, and Inui nodded.

The lightsaber jumped from the box to Shingo’s hand, and even Shingo seemed surprised.

“It’s time I taught you how to use it,” Inui said. At his hip is a familiar weight and, in a way, the void next to him seemed a bit less empty as well.