Bonus Round 5: Remixes

[referees]

Bonus Round 5: Remixes

SASO 2016 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


Congrats, this is the home stretch! You've worked hard and created hundreds of fanworks for sports anime fandom to enjoy. This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round ends at 7PM on August 8 EDT. Countdown Timer.

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 a 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.

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 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), and LINK to the original work you are remixing NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO 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 NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. 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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/RYUUGAZAKI REI; T

[niaocat]

Remix of ""this fill" by kayable.

warning for purely metaphorical morbid and gory descriptions
Hearts and Honeysuckle (470 words) (IwaOi)

He looked so serene there, lying in the bed of pale blue and periwinkle blossoms. They seemed to leech what little color was left in his skin, leaving it blanched and drawn. The fair hair that had been a source of pride to him now added only to his ghostly appearance, not his earthly beauty, and the silver crown glinted coldly amid the curls.

He wore such a serene, yet such a sad expression, the likes of which he may have worn at his lowest point. He looked chilled; forlorn; alone.

Iwaizumi couldn't bring himself to feel anything. His whole being was hollow-- that was all.

Clutched close to his own breast was a small bundle of orange and white sprigs. It felt as though his heartbeat could travel into and reverberate through the flowers, although he knew that was just an illusion. They smelled sweet-- sweet like Oikawa's satin hair.

He tried to draw a breath, but that beloved scent seemed to choke and strangle him. It was all he could do to take one step, then one more, forward.

"My... king." He couldn't bring himself to say the name-- that would make it too real.

Moving to lay the small bouquet down, Iwaizumi became vaguely aware of a tugging from deep within his chest. And, as he pushed the flowers farther from himself and toward the boy amid the bellflowers, he saw his own heartstrings tangled with the stalks. A heavy emptiness settled in his ribcage, accompanied by the sucking sensation of his heart being pulled from his body, amid his offering of honeysuckle, to lie against and bleed some living color across the chest of the boy in the coffin.

... ... ...

Iwaizumi woke with a small gasp, keenly aware of a single bead of sweat rolling across his forehead. He shifted his eyes over, momentarily afraid to move, checking that Oikawa was still asleep beside him.

The fair-haired, fair-skinned boy was smiling a childish smile, his pillow wrestled into an embrace as if it were a teddybear. It looked like was having a pleasant dream, and for a moment Iwaizumi decided not to wake him.

But, for all his emphasis on the good of the team when they were on the court, he was essentially selfish when it came to Oikawa. And so he kissed the other boy, and kissed him again sweetly until he stirred.

"Mm... Iwa-chan...?" he murmured sleepily, halfheartedly returning the kiss.

"Hey," was the reply, and Iwaizumi kissed him again. "You know... you're not alone, right...? Are you... okay...?"

"Yeah... yeah..." Oikawa replied drowsily, then released the pillow in favor of looping his arms around his boyfriend. "Love you, Iwa-chaaan..."

And Iwaizumi forced a smile-- a painful, genuine smile that barely kept him from crying. "I love you too. Please... don't forget that."