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sportsanime2017-08-06 06:52 pm
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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 Prince of Tennis, M
Fandom: Kuroko's Basketball
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 595
Backstory of this line: the time that he had gotten too, too drunk at that party, for the time that he had left bruises on Satsuki's wrists, dark purple standing out against creamy white, for the time that he'd kissed and groped her as she tried to break free from his grip, tried to tell him to wait until they weren't in public.
Warnings for alcohol, sexual assault, partner abuse, violence, people being assholes who don’t intervene.
*whispers softly* Girls defending/avenging each other is the best thing. The best.
***
The party’s noisy and chaotic, basketball boys all unwinding during one of the short breaks they have. They’re holding it at Kagami’s house - no parents around to spoil the fun - and everyone’s jammed into the rooms, spilling out onto the sidewalk and into the garden when it gets too hot and noisy inside.
Riko’s had three (or four, if you count the shot and shots are so tiny she doesn’t) drinks but she’s keeping an eye out for her boys so it won’t be more than that. She’s got to make sure none of them do anything stupid and get themselves injured - or worse, get their hearts broken.
Heartbreak isn’t something Riko can fix but a broken arm after a drunken tumble down the steps isn’t a minor injury either. She’s already steered Izuki away from the pool twice (he’s far too drunk to swim) and fished Mitobe’s car keys out of the couch where they landed when he did an enthusiastic strip tease. Kiyoshi’s hit on her, made the right noises about wanting to get back together, missing what they had, but she knows it’s the alcohol talking and she steered him gently in the direction of the kitchen instead where she knows Hyuuga’s having a wrestling contest with the fridge. She’s not sure how that works (or how Hyuuga’s losing) but she is sure Hyuuga’s the best company for Kiyoshi right now.
“Dai-chan,” Satsuki pleads, her voice a little breathless and tight. Riko’s head turns towards the sound immediately. Satsuki’s not at Seirin, Satsuki’s not her girl (she’s Aomine’s girl and the thought is bitter as arsenic, the words souring her mouth every time she speaks them) but Satsuki is her friend.
Satsuki’s on a couch with Aomine, pulled down on his lap. He’s got one arm around her waist, holding her in place with his fingers wrapped around her wrist to keep her trapped and his other hand’s cupping her breasts and squeezing.
“Dai-chan, stop! We’re in public!” The high note of reproof in Satsuki’s voice is part panic, Riko knows, and she starts to make her way towards them as Aomine nuzzles his face against her neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells Satsuki, loud enough to be heard even over the ambient note. “Your tits are just like Mai-chan’s. Except better because I get to touch them.”
He squeezes again, then tries to clumsily shove his hand under the necklace of her blouse.
“Dai-chan!” Satsuki squirms, her eyes wide and wild. Nobody else is trying to stop Aomine. They’re drunk enough to either not pay attention or they’re not taking Satsuki seriously, just like Aomine isn’t. In her haste to get to them, Riko kicks a boy in the back of his knee just so he’l move.
“Stop,” Satsuki says, sliding into her negotiating voice. “Stop, later Dai-chan, we can do this later when we aren’t in public.”
“Want to do you in public,” Aomine mutters, knuckles pressing visibly against Satsuki’s shirt as he twisted his hand under the cloth, still groping Satsuki. “Want everyone to see how hot you are, Satsuki. Love you--”
Satsuki’s slap echoes around the room like a cymbal crash and Riko stops dead. Aomine’s hands fall away from Satsuki and she’s off his lap in a second, straightening her blouse and pulling her skirt hem down.
She storms off, the crowd parting for her like rabbits before a lioness and Riko follows.
Riko’ll make Aomine pay for this later. Her first priority is (and always will be) making sure that Satsuki’s okay.