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, G

[elucidatedlucy]

Tags: Plant horror to a degree
Words: 500
Remix of luckycricket33's Chinatsu/Mako (Ballroom e Youkoso) from Round 4.

"Like you'd understand."

Chinatsu's words fell and she could feel the thorns climbing out of her mouth - vines wrapping around her tongue - iron cresting against the back of her teeth with the violent clash of bitterness.

Roses would rise to outfit her, and Chinatsu didn't care to brush it aside.

Blood came green and fresh at the gentlest pricks, and people knew not to touch - they knew not to come, when they saw her face. The music still played. She sat from afar and allowed the leaves to make their way into her ears.

Bugs still bothered her. In studios and on a stage, in massive ballrooms and dinner affairs, there would never be something so unsightly. It was a fact of her new life. Wasps and bees found their way into the cracks in her defense, and she would jolt in secret horror, only out of sight. Growing hair became a place for nests to be made. Despite how she shuddered at the feeling of legs and wings, nothing would sting her anymore - as though they knew she was nothing to fear.

Insects wouldn't tell secrets. It was a poor consolation.

She sat in sun, eyes closed to a world she could hardly see anymore. Chinatsu would not throw this away, but she took care of her thorns - they shone, without aphids or disease. Every chance to draw in another admirer, to prick and burn, was a delight. The red in her petals shone brighter at single drops of blood, and butterflies would come with the attraction.

It drew more.

"I think it's amazing."

Hair that shone like wheat. Diminutive and soft and everything she wasn't - Mako was reachable - touchable - skin so translucent, Chinatsu could have fallen through and found the girl was nothing but a mocking vision.

"Chinatsu," she said - tea reflecting flowers and sun - "How long did it take to grow it out?"

Her vines could wrap around the cup when it was too hot to touch. "Years," she said. There was an expression that went with that. Chinatsu couldn't remember it, but the thorns spoke of contempt and pride. It was well enough. "Other people cut it down too easily." She didn't have that space.

But neither did Mako.

How she could be so soft - sometimes, with her that close, Chinatsu could feel herself spreading around her, and down - heavy and untenable. Mako could stay straight-backed and calm through any torrent.

And when ladybugs would land to lose themselves among the maze, Mako would hold out a hand.

"Look!"

Never letting her face too close, lest the vines climb into her ears, her eyes, her mouth. Chinatsu could imagine it sometimes. Letting it happen - but they'd never let go, then. Not till she was just the same, with bitter juice setting through skin, enough to repel anything and everyone.

"Do you notice it much?" Mako would ask.

Chinatsu scoffed. "They're everywhere." Keeping her head down - keeping her mouth closed - feeling the sharp sting all the more, as the thorns spiraled back down to settle in her gut.

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

[luckycricket33]

CHESS

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, T

[fullofjoy]

Mostly censored nudity (though he's not really naked. Pretend he has swim shorts) also old memes
Remix of putsch's fill In Which Haru Goes to Jail

Haru can generally help himself. But there's one situation that he always needs help in...

FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, G

[inkythoughts]

Remix of saffroncity's Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru [alo(v)e you vera much] from BR3 - AO3 post here
No Tags

FILL: Team sawamura daichi/sugawara koushi RATING: G

[carriecmoney]

Tags: none

Remix of saffroncity's Seijoh paintball fic, it's like the hunger games, but better, aka some sticky note doodles of it :D

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, G

[fullofjoy]

Shirtless mers
Remix of jinbeizaki's graphic in which Rin becomes merRin to swim with merHaru! I asked for permission via PM.



They're spinning all around in the water.

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

[alder_knight]

Yamazaki Sousuke/Tachibana Makoto, Free!
tags: non-graphic mentions of violence/injury
wordcount: ~895
time: 5:15

Podfic of The Space Between Breaths by miaoujones

Available for listening at Vocaroo: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1KxAchRALqo

(if there are better hosting sites, please feel free to let me know.)

Fill: Team Furuya Satoru/Miyuki Kazuya, T

[kazuyaloveseijun]

Inui Sadaharu & Kaidoh Kaoru, Prince of Tennis
no major tags, snakes
word count: 514

Remix of psiten's art where Inui accidentally turn Kaidoh into a snake

“Ssssenpai,” Kaoru hisses out, clinging to Inui’s arm. “How much longer?”

“I’m working on it Kaidoh, I appreciate your patience,” his tall black haired senpai says, measuring out foul liquids Kaoru can’t smell but can taste on his tongue. “I’d appreciate it more if you didn’t crush my arm while I’m doing this,” he adds as an afterthought.

“Ssssorry,” he says, loosening his grip on Inui’s arm.

He knows the table would be more convenient for Inui, allowing him greater freedom of movement and comfort but the table is cold, as is the rest of the science lab classroom and Kaoru’s instinct propels him toward warmth. At least he’d had the sense left to ask Inui to pick him up rather than just instinctively crawling up his senpai’s pants leg; that would have been hard to live down, even harder than having been turned into a snake in the first place.

“It suits you, viper,” Momoshiro had said when he’d seen, causing Kaoru to strike at him, wiping the grin off his face.

“You’re still fast,” Fuji had smiled. “And you look strong; if we could train you to hold a racket we’d still have a chance of winning.”

Kaoru doesn’t find any of this funny. He takes comfort in the fact that Inui doesn’t seem amused either, that he’s working his best on reversing Kaoru’s snake form and Kaoru places his trust in his mentor completely; he knows Inui will find a way out of this, and is probably the only person capable of it. He may be the only person capable of turning Kaoru into a snake in the first place but he overlooks that.

He watches Inui pour more liquids together, red smoke emitting from the beaker. He has no idea what it means but Inui seems somewhat relieved, muttering under his breath as he works, calculations and chemical names Kaoru doesn’t understand. It starts to lull Kaoru into a sleep-like state, clinging to the warmth of Inui’s bicep comfortably.

“Almost there, Kaidoh,” he says, waking Kaoru up. “Let me just…” he uncaps the top on a jar and stares into it tensely.

“What is it ssssenpai?” Kaoru asks, Inui’s sudden shift from calm and serious to concerned setting him on edge.

“I’m out of sugar,” he says. “I thought I would at least make it palatable for you after what I did. Should we go to the store, Kaidoh?”

“No thank you sssenpai,” Kaoru hisses. “I can handle it.”

“As you say,” Inui relents, coaxing Kaoru off his arm and onto the floor, setting the beaker in front of him.

Kaoru doesn’t hesitate, he dips his tongue in, unsure how snakes drink, if snakes drink but it seems to be doing something. He feels hot and tingly all over and just as suddenly as it started it’s over and he’s standing in the classroom, completely naked and greatly relieved.

“I’ll…go find your clothes. They must still be on the tennis courts.” Inui adjusts his glasses, heading toward the door.

Kaoru hisses. “Thank you senpai. I knew you could do it.”

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

[alder_knight]

Matsuoka Rin & Nanase Haruka, Free!
tags: canon-compliant character death, drowning, bloodletting, ningyo lore, the matsuoka family curse
wordcount: 1800
time: 11:04

Podfic of blood for blood by horchata

Available for listening at Vocaroo: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1tfTZQO53cw


(if there are better hosting sites, please feel free to let me know. I apologize for the quality of my microphone on plosive consonants...)

FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[miyukitty]

Art fill, no major tags. Pokemon AU.

Remix of dynamite's VERY NOT G-RATED iwaoi pokemon crackfic.

I've been waiting very impatiently for permission to share this on the first page ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[mother_herbivore]

tags: nudity (kind of... there are no genitals on display)

Remix of yrindor's Kinjou/Makishima (yowapeda) fic from BR5!



i took "ageless, sexless" literally haha
click the image for full view!

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, T

[yrindor]

AAAAHHHHH!!! This is perfect!
*flails happily in corner*

This is pretty much exactly how I imagined this while I was writing, right down to taking the "sexless" bit literally. I love the way you did Makishima's tattoos; they really do look like they're glowing.

Thank you!

Re: FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA, T

[putsch]

IM LAUGHING SO MUCH THANK YOU
GET WREKT HARU

Re: FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, T

[horchata]

oh my god, oh my GOD, OH MY GOD

oh my GOD, alder, I'm speechless; your voice is so good you're so good -- this made me feel like. I'm so grateful. thank you, thank you. holy shit.

Re: FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, G

[dynamite]

THIS IS SO LOVELY, all that beautiful greenery, and the light, and the shadows cast across the floor.... I love Iwaizumi's little tiptoe reach for the kiss, what a sweetheart moment.

Re: FILL: Team Shimizu Kiyoko/Yachi Hitoka, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

This is beautiful

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[dynamite]

I'm offended you called it a crackfic, I wrote a beautiful established relationship iwaoi that's full of sweetheart feelings!!!!!!

(I love this so goddamn much, Miyu, I scream every time. That middle Oikawa face... love truly does overcome everything.)

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

M I Y U

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[hapaxlegomenon]

Remix of THIS fill by nobetterpicture. Blanket permission granted in permissions thread.

Fukutomi Juichi/Shinkai Hayato; Yowamushi Pedal

Word Count: 590
Tags: Violence (fighting), blood

Shinkai has barely gotten the words out -- “You know, Juichi, I never thought you’d be so weak” -- before the world whirls around him and he feels his back slam against the wall, driving the air from his lungs and his teeth through his tongue, and his mouth bursts with pain and the tang of blood. He gasps in surprise. Fukutomi’s fist rips in his shirt, and for a moment they both just… stop.

They’re frozen in tableau, the trickling blood pooling under Shinkai’s tongue, and Fukutomi with his shoulders set, expression twisted into something ugly. His fist is solid and unmoving where it presses against Shinkai’s collarbone, but his mouth shakes, ever so slightly. It’s sunny, and hot, and Shinkai hears the droning of summer cicadas before his own heat fires up from somewhere inside him and everything drowns under a surge of roaring red.

He shifts, back and to the side, one shoulder scraping against the brick, and with a shout he draws back his own fist and punches Fukutomi in the jaw.

They fall heavily on the pavement, and Shinkai hits him, again, and again, and even though it doesn’t register until later, Fukutomi doesn’t fight back. He covers his face with his forearms and struggles underneath Shinkai, but he doesn’t fight back. Shinkai doesn’t realize. He thinks he’s screaming something, but he’s not sure what, and then he hears other voices -- familiar ones, calling his name, and Fukutomi’s, and the sound on cycling cleats on pavement -- and then someone’s grabbing his arms, restraining him. Shinkai is strong, though. Stronger than any of his friends. He breaks free and someone swears and says “Toudou, help me.”

Shinkai snarls, but then he smells something sweet and vaguely floral. Toudou’s shampoo. He blinks, and the world shifts back into focus. Toudou is wrapped around his left arm, head tucked in close beside Shinkai’s own, and Arakita is swearing a blue streak on Shinkai’s other side. He almost falls when Shinkai abruptly stops moving. Shinkai straightens up and sits back on Fukutomi’s thighs, and he vaguely notices a throbbing pain in his hand and knees.

“What the fuck, Shinkai, what the hell are you doing, huh?” Arakita says, but Shinkai ignores him.

Fukutomi is still beneath him, arms still raised defensively, breath fast and eyes squeezed shut. There’s already the beginning of a swelling bruise on his cheek, and his nose is bleeding. Shinkai watches him for a moment, then turns his head and spits blood on the pavement.

Toudou’s hand is rubbing anxious circles on Shinkai’s back, and he doesn’t know when that started, or when Arakita stopped swearing at him.

He sees a blurry teardrop fall quietly on Fukutomi’s chest and he doesn’t know when he started crying, either.

“You hurt him,” he manages to choke out. Fukutomi shudders. “That Sohoku rider. You… he might not be able to ride anymore. How could you do that?”

Fukutomi starts shaking, and he says, in an uncharacteristically quiet, uncertain voice, “You were right. I am weak.” He squeezes his eyes tighter shut and then opens them, and Shinkai crumples down on top of him again, ignoring the shouts of alarm from Toudou and Arakita and burying his face against Fukutomi’s neck, fighting with his own emotions, anger and fear and confusion and love and betrayal and --

“I don’t want to be right about that,” he pleads, and his bruised knuckles and bitten tongue throb with the fast tempo beat of his half-broken heart.

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Remix of THIS fill by nobetterpicture. Blanket permission granted in permissions thread.

Fukutomi Juichi/Shinkai Hayato; Yowamushi Pedal

Word Count: 400
Tags: Mythology/gods-ish
I don’t even know where this came from

Fukutomi is impossibly, brilliantly bright. Of course he is, bright and strong and harsh. He has awesome, terrible power, able to burn and blind with as little effort as breathing. And for all that, he shines down on the world in tempered radiance and gives life to everything, because he’s warm and careful and loving. Everything comes from him. He walks through the sky, beaming light down on the Earth below, letting the plants grow and warming the world. All manner of living things wake for him, opening their eyes when he approaches, always from the east, walking with the same stately pace, and they unfurl their leaves and stretch with languid yawns and throw open curtains to let him into their homes.

Shinkai has watched him, forever. Admired him -- loved him, even -- but always from a distance, following from a distance, fading in and out of the night sky as he chases after Fukutomi, chasing and chasing and reaching desperately for the light. He can never quite grasp it, though. Anything he finally catches, it slips through his eager fingers and bounces away, back to Earth, where the few scurrying and hunting things that don’t worship in Fukutomi’s sun will pause to look up and watch the dimmed path of his reflected light. He aches with love and adoration for Fukutomi, who never looks back as he marches his endless journey through the sky. Shinkai has been chasing him for a long, long time. Sometimes, he gets closer, and swells round and bright with excitement and determination, only to fade away to darkened exhaustion when his energy depletes and Fukutomi surges further away once again.

Every once in a long-awaited while, Shinkai reaches him, and he slips reckless and elated in between Fukutomi and their beloved Earth, and then Fukutomi finally sees him, and smiles at him, and Shinkai greedily sucks up all the light for himself. He reaches for Fukutomi, and Fukutomi reaches back, and sometimes Shinkai imagines that they can touch. They let the Earth fall dark for a moment, wrapped up in each other, but then Fukutomi’s smile fades and he has to look away, back to the Earth, and resume his interminable march, in impossibly wide strides, pulling further and further away from Shinkai with every step. The sun brightens over the world again and Shinkai forces himself to take up the chase once more.

FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Remix of THIS fill by persephonali. Blanket permission granted in permissions thread.

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou; Haikyuu!!

Word Count: 800
Tags: None

Kuroo wakes up in the best way. He comes to awareness slowly, and admittedly a little reluctantly, but it’s the weekend and he mentally praises everything he can think of that there’s no alarm ringing and shaking against the bedside table. Instead, there’s a faint glow of morning light through their not-quite-thick-enough curtains, the bitter scent and puttering sound of brewing coffee drifting in from the kitchen, and, best of all, Bokuto’s arm heavy and comfortable on his hip. He lies still for several long moments, absorbing the morning and trying to convince himself to wake the rest of the way up.

The pillow over his head is carefully lifted, and now he can hear birdsong through the open window.

“I know you’re awake,” Bokuto says, almost whispering. His breath ghosts across Kuroo’s cheek and makes him shiver, and Kuroo is torn between a desire to reclaim the pillow and lounge in sleepy comfort, or rolling over.

He settles on the latter. Bokuto’s big and muscley and his big muscles make for excellent substitute pillows. Bokuto laughs when Kuroo flops around and shoves his face against his bicep, and Kuroo only grumbles a little bit when Bokuto worms his arm around Kuroo’s shoulders and hugs him tight against his chest.

Bokuto isn’t wearing his usual sleeping shirt, and Kuroo smells cut grass and soap on his skin. Bokuto’s already been up and gone for his morning run and showered, and Kuroo’s still in bed. He feels vaguely pathetic about that, but also -- he’s pretty certain that morning runs are the work of the devil. He much prefers running in the late evening, when the sun is down and the pavement is warm from the day but the air has cooled and, more importantly, he’s actually awake and ready to wind down for the night.

He’d thought owls were supposed to like being up at night, but Bokuto has almost as strong an aversion to Kuroo’s evening runs as Kuroo does to the morning ones. They compromise by running together in the middle of the day, when the sun is high and hot and they’re both unhappy about it.

Bokuto jogs his shoulder, and Kuroo blinks a sleepy scowl at him. “It’s like ten-thirty,” he says, in a tone that suggests that ten-thirty is somehow not an appropriate time to wake up on the weekends. He pauses to kiss Kuroo’s forehead. “You wanna get up now?” he asks, not even trying to hide his eagerness. “I made coffee and breakfast and I texted Kenma, he’s gonna come over to play that new game later but we have time to go shopping or to the library or something first if you want.”

Kuroo zeroes in on the most important word in Bokuto’s little speech. “Coffee,” he agrees, and Bokuto’s breath is toothpaste-minty when he laughs in Kuroo’s face and kisses him again.

“Yeah yeah. You addict.” He says it fondly, as if Kuroo’s need for caffeine hadn’t been a point of contention for them in the first few months they lived together, before Bokuto aggressively learned how to use the coffee machine and Kuroo figured out how to navigate mornings with an exhaustingly energetic partner without being (as Kenma put it, during a somewhat forlorn phone call) a troublesome grouch.

Kuroo realizes that Bokuto is watching him with a worried, self-conscious expression, and he can tell that the prolonged stillness is starting to get to him. He finally rolls and stretches and makes slow movements towards getting out of bed. Bokuto is on his feet in a second, and he reaches a hand out to Kuroo in some parody of gallantry. Kuroo uses it to pull himself up and into Bokuto’s arms. He kisses him -- close-mouthed, because Bokuto’s lips might be minty fresh but Kuroo’s morning breath is legendary in its awfulness.

“I love you,” Kuroo mumbles against his mouth. He feels Bokuto’s answering grin.

“Yeah? Even before coffee?”

Kuroo steps deliberately on his foot on the way to the kitchen. Bokuto yelps and laughs and he perches eagerly on the counter while Kuroo drains his first cup, then immediately launches into a detailed story of what he’d seen on his run that morning, where he’d gone, what he and Akaashi talked about yesterday while Kuroo was in class.

When he goes to refill his mug, Kuroo catches one of Bokuto’s flailing hands and squeezes it tight.

“Always,” he says firmly, and Bokuto blinks, then ducks his head in embarrassed relief.

“I know,” Bokuto mumbles at his lap. “Just, sometimes… you know…” he flounders for words for a moment, then gives up with a self-conscious shrug.

Kuroo squeezes his hand again and goes in for a kiss that Bokuto dodges with a loud complaint about his disgusting breath. “I do.”

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[miyukitty]

Hey, all versions of trashkawa deserve love. Don't judge 8D 8D 8D

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

M
I
Y
U

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[miyukitty]

I'M FEELING A LOT OF JUDGMENT RIGHT NOW PAX

Re: FILL: Team Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, G

[hapaxlegomenon]

Miyu

I love you

but

you have awful taste in volleyballs