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Remix Round
Welcome to the remix round! In this round, you’ll make remixes of other participants’ work!
Common remixes are podfics, fanfiction based on art, extended/divergent/different POV fics, and art, but feel free to make whatever creative remix you’d like!
This Round is officially CLOSED, but it is perpetually open for new fills.
The remix round open on June 16th, 2018 (12AM PT) and will close on August 28th, 2018 (11:59PM PT). (Almost the entire duration of the event!)
Rules
- Choose a fanwork created in a Bonus Round of SportsFest 2018 and make a remix of it!
- You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created for your own prompts.
- Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment on this post.
- You MUST have the creator’s permission to remix their fills. Check out the remix permissions post HERE.
- It’s also polite to message the original creator that you’ve remixed their fill.
Posting Fills
Minimums
Required Work Minimums:
400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan
14 lines (poetry)
Playlists - 5 song minimum with artists. Link to either a video playlist, or each song separately. Be sure to warn for content in the music videos, and you may find linking to lyrics helpful. You may also write an explanation of why you chose each song.
Moodboards - 9 photo min, source all photos, and no fanart allowed (unless it's your own)
If you’d like to use a different medium, please contact the mods if you have any questions about minimum requirements.
There is no max work cap.
Format
FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]
- Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable
- Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).
- Find the SportsFest guide to tagging, HERE.
Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses. Make sure that you use this format so that the bonus round scorer can count your remix!
NSFW Fills
All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Remix Round post in the After Hours community. To join, click here.
After joining, you will be able to access the AfterHours Remix Round Post.
You may make NSFW remixes of a minor’s fill, but they MUST be posted on the AfterHours comm, and the minor will NOT be given access to read it. The minor must also give EXPLICIT permission that NSFW remixes of their fills are allowed (either by giving blanket permission, or by specifying it).
Scoring
20 points per fill for first (8n) fills (where n is the number of members on your team)
10 points for any additional fills
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Additional Information
A Tip: We all want SportsFest to be a fun and safe environment. If you notice someone has made a mistake in their required tagging, or any other html or rules related aspect of their comment, do let them know, message them privately rather than replying - if you reply, they can’t edit the comment! If you aren’t comfortable letting the commenter know directly, contact a mod and we will make sure they update the required tags.
You may find Icie's Bonus Round Database helpful in trying to find fills to remix!
If you have any questions, feel free to contact a mod.
FILL: Team Knife Emoji, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Incest (not explicit, implied, depending on how you read it), second person POV
Word Count: 570
Remix Permission: sure!
Link to Original Fill: hanahaki miyas by develei
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pink
This is how you measure love. You start by burying the petals in the garden, but you find they only bloom bigger, brighter, that in the space where you used to play hide and seek there’s now a patch of hydrangeas overnight, and so you go to Hitachi Seaside Park and lie down a sprawling field where you can watch the Ferris wheel turn. When you wake up, you are surrounded by ten million flowers and your brother and you think: this is how big my love is. You always had to have the last word. You always had to win.
purple
You are not dreaming. You know you are ashen and pale and you don’t have to look in a mirror to see it, because his face staring back at yours tells you everything. You close your mouth and swallow the last of the pink petals so he never knows, and when you stand up the purple ones fall from your lap. The wind picks them up and scatters them towards the sea. You are knee deep in love and when you hold a hand out to your brother, he takes it with a smile like he wants to pretend he’s okay, you’re both okay, and all you want to say is you idiot.
pink
It tastes like blood and nothing else, but you’ve always been fine with that. You have learned to relish it, that metallic tang on the back of your tongue; it reminds you of all the times you fell and scraped your knees in the playground and the way it smelled then, it reminds you you’re alive. His hand in yours never hurt like this. His hand in yours is the bandage over all the places you have gone and damaged yourself. You sprint ahead at practice, lunging headfirst down the road at the front of the pack so that no one sees what’s in your mouth, but when you’re all back at the gym and you’re catching your breath you can see him avoiding your gaze as he drinks deep from another bottle of water. He never needs so much water, not usually. It’s like he’s trying to wash something away.
purple
Let’s get ice cream, he says, and he’s grinning and grabbing your wrist and you’re going along even though you can already think of a hundred objections. It’s nearly autumn, you’d rather have pudding, your parents are expecting you home for dinner, but you keep it all down, you keep it all down. You let him buy a double scoop while you wait outside the shop, and when he forgets to ask for another spoon, you let your glare do the talking. We can share, he says, and you want to ask when he ever shared anything, but then you open your mouth and he sticks a big spoonful of ice cream in it. He’s laughing and the flowers in your throat do not taste like blood any more. They taste like milk and dark chocolate.
fuschia
One day, you wake up to find the petals on your pillow are a brilliant shade that’s neither pink nor purple, but something in between. You go to the bathroom to see your brother staring at his reflection, holding an identical petal to his lips, and when you blink your eyes, all the flowers are gone and it is just the two of you.