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Bonus Round 6: Remixes
The goal is in sight, participants! Let's finish strong by drawing upon the thousands of fanworks you've created this summer and putting them in new lights.
Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.
RULES
- Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO 2017 and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, a podfic of someone else's work, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild! Sequels do count as remixes, with limits: "And then the same thing happened again" is not ok, but "And then some totally new thing happened" is fine, and please don't create only sequels.
- You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created to your own prompts.
- You can remix a remix, but if we see any remix chains we'll be upset, so do this with moderation and restraint.
- 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)
- 8 tracks (fanmixes)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
|
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.
If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:First 4 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 5-10: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21-50: 2 points each
Fills 51+: 1 point 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 (see the line of links below this post).Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: harry potter au, swearing
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 648
***
Here’s the thing: Mayuzumi, as a rule, hates going to town.
It’s not as if he’s missing much by holing up whenever he’s got a bout of inspiration—he (or rather Akashi, in a bout of generosity or condescension, Mayuzumi hasn’t figured out which one yet) has someone deliver groceries to him once a week. Food that he’d Accio up the stairs, or which he’d just plain forget about in the frenzy of writing (which is more often than not.) He hates the crowds in general, the shitty reporters who somehow are able to recognize him by how evasive he is, being stopped by fans bugging him about release dates.
Ignoring the jibes on the book review column of The Daily Prophet is easy, but not so the sound of unwelcome visitors Apparating right into his room as if his protective charms meant nothing.
“Akashi,” he murmurs, when said person looms over him, hand on his shoulder like an increasingly annoying ghost of the kind that not even Mayuzumi wants to be when he dies, “Didn’t our last conversation go something like, if I’m not fucking dead or on the verge of dying, don’t barge into my room like this?”
“As I recall, you appeared rather abruptly last—“
“That was an emergency.”
“You haven’t been eating. Also an emergency.”
“You haven’t been listening.”
They stare at each other for a few moments, a stalemate: Akashi with his infinite patience starting to wear thin; Mayuzumi contemplating how fucked he would be were he to set Akashi’s robes on fire, all the while knowing Akashi is reading his thoughts and most definitely judging him for it. Then he exhales, shrugging Akashi’s hand away as he sets his pen down. “Fine.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t already figure out what I mean,” Mayuzumi almost snaps, but he holds it in just enough to keep his act together. “Come on.”
-
“Hm.”
You know how to talk, Mayuzumi thinks, using his most annoyed inner voice. They’ve mastered this sort of nonverbal conversation since their Hogwarts days, where Akashi would find him hiding in one of the secret passageways to read or occasionally, write. He’d sit there watching Mayuzumi, offering unprompted advice that to Mayuzumi’s chagrin seemed to actually work.
“Why are you doing this?” Mayuzumi had asked him once, exasperated enough to actually talk.
“If you finish this faster, you’ll have more time to study for your NEWTs.”
Trust Akashi’s life to always revolve around exams and exceeding any socially acceptable standard he might come across. Even now, sitting across from him and nursing a decidedly ordinary cup of coffee (Mayuzumi’s feels his income best spent on figurines and commissioned paintings), Akashi is flipping through one of Mayuzumi’s latest releases, humming as he does so. Mayuzumi sighs and stuffs a biscuit into his mouth.
“If you’re gonna start nitpicking—“
“If I were, I wouldn’t do it now,” Akashi finishes, looking up with a faint smile of the sort that catches Mayuzumi off-guard. Sort of—disgustingly fond, if he will. Mayuzumi scrunches his nose in an effort to look unimpressed, but nothing escapes Akashi’s notice. “This morning’s Daily Prophet seems to have done the job for me, albeit badly.”
“Amazing,” Mayuzumi says drily, watching the spoon float out of his cup. “The great Akashi Seijuurou reading a pedestrian, lowbrow excuse for journalism. What will your colleagues at the Ministry ever say.”
“You flatter me, Chihiro.”
Mayuzumi snorts. “Right.”
Still—Akashi seems content enough sitting here with him having shitty coffee and not-flaky-enough biscuits instead of outside with a big-ass tea spread on his big-ass lawn, so who’s Mayuzumi to say anything about it? At least here he won’t have to worry about reporters trying to crawl through the windows.
Akashi lays a hand over his, in the middle of his thoughts, his hand slightly warm. This time, Mayuzumi does not move away.