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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: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: angst, liminal spaces
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 553
***
Oikawa doesn't know why he left, not exactly. Maybe that sounds like an excuse—it sounds like whole lot of bullshit to his own ears—but it's as much of a mystery to him as it must be to the one he'd left behind. The details are hazy, the idea that led him down this path obscured. His mind is muddled and he's not certain if it has anything to do with where he is at present, or if it's because whatever reasons he previously had to pack his bags don't really have anything to stand on.
He's standing alone in an empty train car and it seems like he's been here for ages, but it couldn't have been that long. He can't check the time; he'd given away his favorite watch. The engine thrums underneath his shoes, so he's in motion, though stuck in a perpetual tunnel, so he doesn't have the sun (or lack thereof) to rely on. There are no stops, no arrival at any station. The suitcase in his hand weighs heavy but he won't let go of it, considering it a sort of anchor. The ache in his arm grounds him, keeps him here, even if he doesn't know where that is.
He still doesn't know why he left. Maybe it hardly matters, since he's just as lost and directionless as the day he stepped out of a shared apartment and let the lock click silently into place behind him. Maybe he has to remember it to reach a destination, any destination; maybe his heart just wants him to stop running. That could be it, or close to it.
It's easier to pretend he doesn't know how to love than to love. It's easier than learning how to let himself be loved. It's easy because it's familiar, and he's good at it.
The truth is right around the corner, the bend in the road: he chose the easy way, instead of—
Abruptly, the train halts. The doors part to a station just as empty as the car's interior. Empty, except for a figure sitting on bench right in front of the open doors.
Ushijima looks the same as the day Oikawa left, though he hadn't allowed himself a parting glance. It's as if no time has passed at all, even if that can't be true. Maybe it hardly matters when Oikawa finds himself right back where he started.
Maybe, right where he belongs.
He steps off the train, setting his suitcase down (finally) as he stands in front of Ushijima, whose face is unreadable as their gazes settle on one another. Oikawa's eyes flicker down to the watch in Ushijima's hands. It had been an inheritance, then a gift. Oikawa always thought it suited Ushijima better than it did him.
"You're more sentimental than you let on, Ushiwaka-chan," says Oikawa softly. He holds out his hand. "Let's go home."
For a moment, Ushijima's eyes flicker down to the watch too. His jaw sets and his eyes dampen as he takes in the time, and then he puts his hand in Oikawa's, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. Their fingers entwine, and as they walk to the exit, Oikawa takes a peek at the watch's face.
11:24. Relief washes over him, and he doesn't know why.
Re: FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G
It's easier to pretend he doesn't know how to love than to love. It's easier than learning how to let himself be loved. It's easy because it's familiar, and he's good at it.
gosh i'm just going to sit here and cry about this?? the aimlessness rings loud with the emptiness of the train car---and then. and then oikawa getting off the train at the empty train station ushijima is waiting at---the use of that line that it's an inerhitance, then a gift!! aaa...... and i love that last part where he looks down at the time and relief washing over him but he doesn't know why......
gosh this was so pretty