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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Genre-Mixing

Hey, shippers! Welcome to your very first bonus round proper--we hope you have lots of fun with it! This time around we're going to be asking you to mix it up a little--each fanwork posted for this round will be a mish-mash of two different genres, blended together in a delightful incestuous slurry to create an UNSTOPPABLE CREATIVE CONCOCTION--er. Or. Something.

Yeah, we're genre-mixing. That's what we're doing this round.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of two different genres and one ship. This cannot be your team's ship! These are worth 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.

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If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

Scoring
For prompt posts: 5 points each (maximum of 100 per team)

For fills (as stated here):
First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10 in each post: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15 in each post: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

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oh my god
oh my god oh my god oh my god
holy crap this is so amazing and everything i wanted
thank you so much<33333333

Rose ♠ Eridan: Unreliable narrator + college AU

dave<>rose

partners in crime + Cinderella

[so pls feel free to go your own way with this but wouldnt cinderella have LOVED a time traveler on her side at that ball..fairy godmother!dave anyone?]

Oh my gosh that was perfect! I love it. <3
Thankyousomuch

oh man this is super cute aaaaaaaaaa <333

Hopefully this fills your prompt!

Whoop. Already a fill, too bad. You get another one. Warning, I know nothing of medicine.ALSO I read it as Historical Fiction, not Historical Fantasy. CRAP. Sorry, here it is anyway.

They said he wouldn't live past 5, but here was Sollux Captor, 13 years past his expiration date, still trudging through his miserable existance. They said something in his brain was wrong, his wires were crossed, and the migraines, dizzy spells and occasional blackouts were things he would live with the rest of his life. He knew he was a burden to his friends and family, couldn't even sustain a regular job to help offset his medical visits and therapy.

He'd always hated the little checkups with Dr. Scratch, the old fool always had a way of making him feel insignificant, and helpless, like he knew everything about the world like some omnipotent being. But...since he passed away, Sollux had begun seeing a new therapist, one of the first ladies in her profession, and Doctor Lalonde was a lady in every sense of the word. Her smile was enough to reassure him, that things could be better. Would be better. She didn't look down on him, in fact, he looked at her more as a friend he was visiting, rather than someone he was required to see. Their conversations often led nowhere in particular, and after a time, it seemed that she was just as sad as he was when the grandfather clock chimed 3, signaling the end of his time, and the beginning of her next appointment.

She'd been doing everything in her power to help him, putting in long hours of research, writing letters to those at the forefront of medicine. One evening, he was surprised by a feverish knocking at his door, and he opened it to find Rose, panting as if she'd run the whole way. "Sollux, I found someone. I found someone who I think can help." She grabbed him by the hand, "Pack your things, we're to be in London tomorrow."

"Tho thith ith thuppothed to fix me?" he swallowed, eyeing the leather bindings being tightened on his limbs. She nodded, taking his hand.

"This new procedure will actually rewrite some of your genetic code, hopefully correcting your misfiring neurons in your cortex." Rose refused to leave his side during the procedure.

"But what if I'm not the thame perthon when I wake up....if I wake up. What if I don't remember anything?" He gripped her hand, afraid that she would slip through his fingers. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, he didn't want to forget, didn't want to be a new person...he just wanted to be normal.

"I will help you remember." She said, as she leaned forward, kissing Sollux as the needle entered his arm, the miracle serum searing its way through his veins, as the light of her love burned brightly in his heart.

AAAAHHH this is too cool! :D

OMG
OMG OMG OMG OMGO MOGMG I LVOE YOY OMG KISSES YORU FACE OMG
I WILL FILL ONE OF YOUR Prompts when i get home I PROMSIE <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333

Aradia<3Sollux
Occult detective + absurdist fiction

Dave♥Sollux
superheroes + mecha

(I'd love to see some art for this, but a fic would be just as wonderful! U wU)

Feferi <3< Eridan. Sci-fi + school drama.

Equius <3 Karkat. Fighting + comedy.

I am so sorry for this jrdhjjtghg

(Karkat is the dragon since you probably can't tell)

Ms. Paint <3 Slick. School club + Erotica.

Dawnlight

When you wake up, your sort of maybe kind of girlfriend is standing in the corner of your room, watching you.

You pull your sheets up around your chest. “What are you doing?” you ask. “What possible reason could you have to come in here and not even try to wake m – Were you watching me?”

Kanaya’s face is stony, impassive. “Yes. I was watching you sleep.”

“For the love of God, why?” you ask.

Kanaya’s been acting strange lately, but you think it’s actually getting worse.

“I must protect you,” she says. “From the dangers of the world, my kin –“

“Other rainbow drinkers? Kanaya, you’re the only one in existence. You’re one of a handful of trolls in existence, period.”

“And,” she says, after a suitably dramatic pause, “From myself.”

She flashsteps over to the side of your bed (you have got to stop her and Dave from hanging out this often) and leans over you. “I’m a monster,” she whispers.

“Okay, sure Kanaya,” you say, rubbing your hands over your face. “Did you forget that part where I gave in to the dark urges of nameless beings from beyond the greatest depths? Cause that was a thing that happened.”

“No,” says Kanaya. “Your scent - I long to – to – drink your blood. I can barely resist the temptation.” She chokes back a sob.

“You bite people all the time. Remember? You bit Karkat for breakfast.”

“But you’re different,” says Kanaya. She’s leering over you. “The things I would do to you, if I could –“

“Really?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “Do, go on. Feel free to explain what you’d like to do. In detail, if you will.”

“What – what do you mean?”

You grab ahold of her collar and pull her closer to you. “Come on, Kanaya. If you want to make out with me, you just have to say so.”

Kanaya squeaks when you kiss her, and blushes a terrible green when you pull her on top of you. You’re suddenly frightfully glad for her supernatural glow, you get to see every inch of her squirming embarrassment.

“But I’m a creature of the day!” she says.

“So am I, you ridiculous woman,” you say, and she kisses you quiet.

don't mind if i do uwu

He never sleeps before a match. He stays up for hours and hours, you could sneak into the workshop at dawn and he'd still be up, but you don't. You conk out way before sunrise, and when you drag yourself out of bed at noon you're hungover and miserable and he's still working.

The crowds and the commercials and the bookies all call them mechs, these twelve foot mechanical monsters, built just to beat the shit out of each other. You called them rock 'em sock 'em robots, once, but Dirk gave you a look and that's a mouthful, anyway, you don't care enough about the reference to choke on that many syllables. Most of them have names--the mechs people root for, the mechs people bet on. There are trading cards and t-shirts and you wouldn’t pay attention except this has been Dirk’s life for as long as you’ve known him. Sawtooth's moving up the circuit, nowadays, which is great because it means you can pay the bills this month, but it sucks because fame means more matches, and more matches means you can't remember the last time Dirk slept.

Worst part is you can't do anything about it. When Dirk's not taking care of mechs he's taking care of you, and you're too much of a fuck-up to return the favor. You can't get him to sleep, you can't take the weight he's piled up on his shoulders. So you do what you can, you force yourself out of bed at twelve-fifteen and slip into the workshop. You perch on a bench beside him and rifle through his tools to look for just the right wrench and you make stupid jokes, because you can't get him to sleep but you can get him to smile.

vriska<3feferi, fantasy+adventure!!

Oh man, this is adorable. And kind of sad. I love how you made Sawtooth Dirk's mech, I didn't even think of that.

Thank You.

Dirk <3 Equius
Medieval + Horror

They didn't ask for this.

Didn't ask for the weight of the guns in their hands, the itch of the rough uniforms on their backs, the bright patches of the Empire's insignia emblazoned across their arms. They are supposed to love bloodshed, or if not, at least accept it and kill with impersonal dignity. A quiet relishing of the taking of life in the glorious name of the Empress. All hail the Alternian Army. We are the strong, we are the powerful. We live to serve.

They didn't ask for any of this. They are still just children.

They were children. Now, they are soldiers.

This thought repeats itself in Sollux's brain. I am a soldier, I am a soldier, I am a soldier. He tries not to see Aradia in the mud before him, in his line of fire, quivering in front of the barrel of his gun. Wait, no. She is not quivering. It's his hand that's unsteady. She is kneeling still, her face calm, with no emotion leaking through. She is strong.

She is not Aradia. She is a rogue soldier. She is a red-blood, a shape, a grey splotch that must be wiped away. A stain that must be blotted out.

I am a soldier, I am a soldier, I am a soldier.

He doesn't remember hearing the command to fire, and he doesn't remember the feel of the trigger beneath his finger as he pulls.

He remembers the way she slumps to the ground and the heaviness of the approving commander's hand on his shoulder.

-

His new badge glints on the table next to his cot. The door to his room opens, and he allows himself to glance up. Karkat does not wait for Sollux to invite him in; he slams the door shut and places a bottle and two cups on the table.

"We're not allowed to have that," Sollux intones. His voice is hollow. Karkat snorts.

"You've been promoted," he says. "We ought to celebrate."

Sollux's face twists and darkens. Karkat pours two cups and hands him one. He leaves the other on the table.

Sollux stares at the cup in his hands. He doesn't know how Karkat managed to get his hands on this. Soldiers are not allowed to have alcohol, especially the young ones. And, judging by the greenish tint, it's been enhanced with a bit of sopor. Cheap stuff, but potent.

The new lieutenant sets his mouth into a thin line and slowly pours the drink onto the floor.

Karkat explodes.

"What are you doing? Do you have any idea what I had to do to get that!?" He tries to grab the cup from Sollux's hand, but the yellow-blood holds it out of reach.

"It's already all gone you idiot, what are you grabbing for?" Sollux snarls. "Get off of me. This stuff is garbage anyway."

"Well, yeah, that's why I got it!"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Like you don't know."

"Seriously, KK, get off me, god, what-- "

"Aha!"

Karkat yanks the cup from his hand with enough force to throw him backwards. He scrambles up, grabs the bottle and sloshes more into the cup. Half of it spills onto the table. The ribbon on his badge darkens with liquor.

He sticks his hand out roughly, spilling even more, and scowls.

Sollux stares at it.

"What?"

"Drink it."

"No."

"I said drink it."

"Aren't I the one who's been promoted?" Sollux sneers. "Are you trying to give orders to a higher ranking officer?"

"Shut up."

Karkat shoves the cup into the lieutenant's hands and waits. Sollux sighs and downs the drink. He grimaces. It is fairly disgusting. Karkat takes the cup back and refills it.

"We could get culled for this, you know," Sollux tells him. It is dispassionate. The fact neither scares him nor cheers him.

"Yeah. So that means we have to get rid of all the evidence."

Sollux finishes the next cup. It's still horrible. He's a bit angry, now. He holds out the cup for Karkat to take. It is promptly refilled.

"I don't want any more."

"Yes you do."

Sollux growls and takes the drink. The cycle repeats. Some time later, Sollux is slumped on the cot, holding his head in his hands. He feels like trash. Karkat's hand is on his shoulder, keeping him from falling forward onto the floor.

"Tonight is going to be terrible."

"Yeah." A statement of fact. Karkat pats him on the shoulder.

"I really wish I had a recuperacoon right now."

Karkat shakes his head.

"Gotta keep Alternia's finest sharp. Nothing like a long night of horrific nightmares to make you want to kill everything in sight."

Nothing is said for a while.

"I shot her, KK."

Karkat turns. Sollux looks very tired.

"I know," he answers.

"I din't want to shoot her."

"I know."

"She's dead, KK."

"Yes."

"I killed her."

"You were just following orders."

The excuse doesn't make him feel better. But his head is pounding and his vision is swimming and he thinks he's going to be sick. He puts all his effort into not throwing up.

"You got me drunk, you bulgewipe."

"Yeah," Karkat says, his lips quirking a bit, "Sorry. Are we still friends?"

"I should say no."

-

i haven't written in forever oh gosh i hope this isn't terrible =m=

I hope this is ok?? i'm not sure if I hit the genres correctly... this instantly came into my mind when I saw the prompt so I just went with it... ;uvu

I tried...

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After their third encounter in yet another crime scene that Jade- err, Iron Dog Girl decided to ask the other heroine.

Edited 2012-06-21 03:14 (UTC)

So maybe you're the guy watches the dolphin show eight times every weekend. Maybe you're almost always hunched over on aluminum stands, perched in the top righthand corner every Saturday and Sunday without fail, at 10:30, 12:30, 2:30 and 4:00, maybe you shell out $16.50 for a ticket twice a week because buying a membership means admitting that you have a problem. Maybe you've seen every trick in the book at least five billion times, maybe you can't get that fishtank stink out of your nose, maybe you're hearing clicks and whistles in your dreams.

You don't even like dolphins, is the thing, you couldn't give two shits about them if you tried, you'd rather bake in the desert biome and watch tortoises crawl across the sand at two seconds an hour than watch the same goddamn fish jump through the same fucking hoop, except.

Except there's that trainer, the girl with black curls that never stop, and the cutest fucking smile in existence. She looks genuinely happy to be there, looks like there's no place she'd rather be except here, flinging anchovies down dolphin throats and chatting it up with the audience, her voice sing-songing through her headset and out the speakers, vibrating all around you.

She hangs around, after the shows, and the kids crowd up around her and ask forty thousand questions and she answers them all. One of these days you'll stick around til they're all gone, someday you'll work up the nerve to say hello and maybe ask if you could see her somewhere else, somewhere that doesn't smell so much like artificial ocean. Today, though, today you sweep out with the rest of the crowd, today you keep your eyes to the ground as the children ooh and ahh, today you slump on a bench across from the seals and wait until the four o'clock show.

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

Re: FILL: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

Re: FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3VRISKA

Fill: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

Re: FILL: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE♥JAKE

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM John<3Jake

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Tavros

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

FILL: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI