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

[catlarks]

Tags: spoilers (anime/manga, game related), angst (I GUESS), bodily fluids (tears)
Ship: Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Kouichirou
Word Count: 761

This is a remix of this fill by princesssid who gave blanket permission.

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Ryousuke has caught Tanba crying more times than he can count. Tanba doesn't always make it easy; he isn't a noisy crier, choosing instead to suffer as silently as possible, the glistening streaks from his tears wet on his cheeks. When Ryousuke catches Tanba crying after they miss out on Koshien, it isn't the sound of sobs that alert him to what's happening.

There's just a subtle shift to the rhythm of Tanba's breathing, lungfuls of air sucked in too sharply against the quiet of their darkened room.

The frame of their bed creaks, when Ryousuke sits up. His bare feet are silent on the rungs of the ladder down from his bunk, then quiet on the bare floor when he scoots around the bed to slide in beside Tanba on the lower mattress. The addition of his weight barely shifts the bed but Tanba's breathing shifts, shuddering once in evidence that he knows Ryousuke is there.

He knows how Tanba feels; their loss hurts, with a bone-deep ache that lingers even after days.

Ryousuke is a sharp presence at Tanba's back, all folded-in elbows and bent knees, fitting himself into the space on the mattress that's been as good as left open for him. He slips his arm around Tanba's waist, sliding his hand up Tanba's chest until his palm rests against his sternum, catching each subtle shudder against fingers that are waiting, loosely spread. It's obvious when Tanba tries to compose himself; the attempt is translated into short jerks when he takes his too-careful, shallow breaths.

It's obvious when Tanba stops trying, too. The tension flows out of him, the curve of his back sagging into a soft, indeterminate shape Ryousuke can press his face to, nose nudging against the bumps of Tanba's spine through the thin fabric of his shirt. He feels every sob, conducted through their contact like an electrical current, little shocks that spark against the place in Ryousuke's chest that's empty and raw.

He knows how Tanba feels, crying his way through rough, frustrated sobs that he tries so hard to keep to himself. They worked hard for this, trained for this, put everything they had practiced to the test in one last game with the all of their high school baseball career on the line. Ryousuke's fingers rest spread against Tanba's chest, open enough that he can almost feel the loss slipping through them in his memory, with that eleventh-hour upset that leaves him hollow and cold.

Ryousuke is surprised, when Tanba rolls over in bed; he's surprised, too, when he finds that Tanba is no longer crying, and that he'd failed to notice the moment when the sobs stopped. The tracks of Tanba's tears are still wet on his face, a subtle shininess that Ryousuke can pick out even in the nighttime gloom. He's aware, in a distant, fascinated way, that he is crying, too.

Tanba doesn't say anything about it, a fact that only reinforces his suitability as a confidant. Ryousuke has never told a single person about the times Tanba has cried; he can trust that Tanba will treat him to the same silent courtesy.

Tanba's arm slides around his waist, his hand hanging empty against the curl of Ryousuke's back. For a minute, they both simply breathe, irregular rhythms that rasp harshly against their throats, wet with the dampening of those dreams they must now place aside. Ryousuke presses his face against Tanba's chest, hard enough that it almost hurts, his fingers fisting in the back of Tanba's shirt.

He's tense for too long, forcing out feelings he'd much prefer to submerge, to leave at their buried depths beneath years of always tailoring his expectations. It's not the first time he's cried over their loss. The tears squeezed their way out of him back on the field, bitterly and begrudgingly, with his head bowed in some thin quest for privacy. But that sort of reaction, ripped from his chest with no chance to think, is too rough to release anything more than the moisture that leaks from scrunched-shut eyes.

It was the start of the mourning process: evidence of the fault line, rather than the break. That he only allows to split open in the relative privacy of his dorm room, shared with someone he knows will understand. There's an intimacy to it, the hand against his back, the warmth beneath his cheek, the sense of companionship that comes from sharing in a loss. In the darkness of their room, catharsis comes as a balm to places they've left sore.

Re: FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[princesssid]

oh this was so sweet ;_; the loving description of tanba's crying was beautiful and made me so sad! and ryousuke not noticing his own tears because he's so focused on tanba ;_; tanba providing support back ;_; BED SHARING ;_;

thank you so much for the remix, you made it really sweet and soft and lovely!