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sportsfest2018-06-16 12:24 am
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 Kinkage, M
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: attempted suicide
Other Tags: suicide attempt, dark thoughts
Word Count: 988
Remix Permission: ask OP first
Link to Original Fill: (this art is so beautiful I cry)
***
The stars are overly bright above you, casting cool white shadows on your cheeks. Your freckles are oddly luminous under their influence, and my face warms a little that I notice it at all.
“Hey, Tsukki,” you say in that way you always do, a little insipid but always happy to see me. It's a startling contrast to the rest of you, standing on the railing of the bridge we cross every day going to school.
You don't move one way or another, but I hold my breath anyway. I tell you to come down but you don't, and you give me a look I don't quite understand.
“I'm glad you're here,” you say with a smile incongruous with your precarious perch. I don't understand why you want me here for this; I say as much and you don't seem surprised.
Arms spread wide, you say, “For once, I'll get to fly.”
My fists clench and my palms sweat, and I want to scream at you for being so calm while my entire chest hurts just seeing you up there. I almost say it, that old, “Shut up, Yamaguchi.” But I don't, and I think you might actually be disappointed, like my annoyance is your due.
That thought hurts in ways I can't even describe.
“Tadashi,” I say quietly, the name I never use heavy on my tongue. I don't know what to tell you, how to coax you off that rail and back on the ground where you belong -- on the ground next to me.
You sigh and close your eyes, and I hate you for looking so calm when every nerve in my body shrieks in my ears.
Looking up at those stars, you murmur, “They're so peaceful, aren't they? Can you imagine burning that hot and bright for so long.” You lower your gaze and chuckle. “I can't even manage eighteen years.”
“Some of them have been dead for years,” I blurt, and I loathe my stupid mouth for saying it. Years of spewing whatever came to mind turns to ashes on my tongue.
But you just laugh, but the sound is cold and empty. “I know. Nothing lasts forever.”
“Why are you doing this?”
You look at me, and I see it at last. See the weariness creasing your face where a smile used to dwell, gaze hollow and empty. The idea of not being able to go back and smack my past self until I see the way you needed me rankles. My heart aches and my eyes burn.
Taking a deep breath, you give a little wave and say, “Sorry, Tsukki.” You close your eyes and drop backwards into the night.
A subhuman sound rips from my lungs, and my feet spring into action of their own accord. I sprint down the riverbank and plunge into the cold water, but I don't feel it biting my skin. All I see is the soggy head of hair rapidly being swallowed by the current.
Swimming isn't a strong point of mine, but I flail my limbs against the water until I catch up with your limp, drifting form. My arm hooks with yours, and with every scrap of strength I can manage and then some, I haul us both back to shore.
You aren't breathing and I have no idea how to save you, but I try anyway. I try and I try and I try until you cough and spit up water. We both shiver, and I clutch your soggy limbs to my chest to share whatever warmth I can muster.
It doesn't take long to realize you’re crying rather than shivering, but so am I.
Soon your body stops quaking, and you look at me like a drowned rat and just ask, “Why?”
I don't know what to say. I don't know you want me to say. Why did I come after you? Why did I decide to start the trek to your house when you sent me that weird text? Why would I --
“Why wouldn't I?” It slips from my mouth, but you gawk at me like I said something a lot more awe inspiring.
“Tsukki,” you choke and then cough until you puke out the river water lingering in your lungs.
My hand finds your clammy cheek, fingers trembling as they trace the curve of your jaw. Our eyes meet and I finally know what I want, what I need to say.
Our lips touch for just a moment, but I see a lifetime of understanding ooze out of you and twist your face before you bury it in my shoulder. I hold you because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now.
But it doesn't matter, does it? Not when your arms band around my waist and you whisper the darkest secrets of your troubled soul into my waiting skin. You're here and so am I.
I hold you up as we stagger to my house. It'll be quiet there, and no one is home to ask questions you aren't ready to face. We cling to one another in the shower until you feel warm again, and you don't refuse a set of my old sweats or the extra space on my bed.
My arm drapes over your waist, and you let it. My nose buries itself between your shoulderblades, and you allow that, too. I tug you a little tighter, and you relax against me.
I hear you fall asleep, and I know I'm not far behind. I don't know what haunts you to the brink of oblivion, but whatever it is, I hope it gives you a moment’s peace. I hope you'll still be there when I wake up.
So the sun comes up, a warmer and kinder light than the icy moonbeams that nearly washed you away. And there you are, tired and haggard and alive and here.
Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, M
This was beautiful, the scene on the bridge totally got me and tbh I wasn’t sure whether it would end up good or bad while reading >> (tho there were no character death in tags so)
Thank you so much for remixing !!!
Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, M
Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, M
Tho if it’s ok I’d like to remix it into bad ending haha I think both routes are very interesting !
Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, M