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

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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 MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[blueminuet]

Takigawa Chris Yuu/Zaizen Naoyuki (Daiya No Ace)
Tags: major character death, supernatural elements (ghosts, literal hell)
Word Count: 561

A remix of kuramochi’s fill here.



Heat radiates up, piercing through Zaizen’s shoes as he trudges along, sand and sharp pebbles shifting in his wake. This whole place is heat and darkness and jagged edges, and Zaizen can’t stand it much longer.

“You’re still there, right?” Zaizen asks, his head facing stubbornly forward at the steep incline ahead of him.

“Of course I am,” Chris says. “Where else would I go?”

Zaizen huffs, though there’s some relief in it. “Just making sure. I’d hate to go all this way to come out of it with nothing.”

“And I’d feel absolutely terrible for inconveniencing you,” came Chris’s voice, and in his mind’s eye Zaizen can just about imagine the subtle eye roll that Chris would wholeheartedly deny ever doing. He almost laughs, almost, but can’t quite make the situation seem funny.

He wants to look back and see Chris standing there so, so much.

“Hey, uh…” Zaizen stalls for something to say, reaching for something that isn’t quite there. “Are you… this is dumb.”

“Say it anyway.”

Zaizen frowns. “So, you’re a ghost, right?”

There’s silence. A long one. Part of Zaizen’s brain imagines Chris, his lips pursed and staring onward quizzically, silently judging.

The other half of his brain whirls off into panic that Chris is no longer there and that he’s talking to himself; that he braved hell and cheated death for nothing.

Finally, Chris speaks. “Yes. Generally, that’s how dying works.”

Zaizen lets out a breath he didn’t know was trapped in his lungs. “Shut up. I told you it was gonna be dumb.”

Chris sighs, and Zaizen finds even that comforting. “Was there any more to that line of thought?” Chris asks.

“Well, I was just thinking,” Zaizen says. “Are you… I mean… Are you also walking? Or are you like… I mean… just sort of floating around?” The silence stretches out again, but this time Zaizen decides to be proactive about it. “I already know it’s a dumb question, stop staring at me!”

“I wasn’t,” Chris says.

“You definitely were!”

“Really?”

Zaizen huffs. “Yeah, with that look.”

Chris sighs. “What are you talking about?”

“The one, you know.” He waves a hand vaguely, hoping the gesture reads just as well from behind. “Like you’re judging me like I’m a lab rat or something.”

“That’s not a look I give.”

Zaizen stops walking, and frowns.

“Zaizen?”

“I didn’t, you know, mean it in a bad way. I guess,” Zaizen mutters. Something about it strikes him as wrong, the way Chris has been talking, replying, and he can’t quite put a finger on it. Can’t tell if he’s right or if it just seems that way because of the heat and paranoia of this place.

“Of course I know that,” Chris says, and Zaizen analyses even that. But it’s not his skillset, analysing is what Chris does, but… Zaizen feels like he knows Chris as well as he knows himself, and yet suddenly, he can’t decide if that’s something Chris would say, if the tone is right.

What if it isn’t? What if he’s been tricked? He wants nothing more but to look back and…

“Zaizen, we should keep going,” Chris says.

Zaizen shakes his head, and yet the doubts stay steadfastly needled into his temple. “Alright. Yeah, alright. Let’s… let’s keep going,” he says, but the words ring hollow even to him.