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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.

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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.
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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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Dave<3Terezi
slice of life + superheroes

He had the blond in his sights. He wasn't hard to spot, just follow the trail of broken-hearted women at the black tie affair. Sure enough, Sollux found him perusing the gallery, musing at the Picasso's and the Dali's and the Van Gogh's. Reaching to adjust his glasses, Sollux pressed the small button under the wide frames and blue and red texts whirred across the inside lenses showing him the exact coordinates of the satellite and any information he could hack from the other guest's electronics while the other remained blissfully unawares. Several electronic signatures popped up with schematics from his query.

"AA, do you copy?" He mumbled, faking a sip of the expensive champagne.

"This dress is killing me," Came the muffled response in his ear.

"Ehehehe," a smile crept across his lips.

"Next time I get to wear the suit," She hissed.

"Lithten, do you want the lowdown on Double Oh Douche or Not?"

"Copy that," She sighed, her huff buzzing the small speaker in Sollux's ear.

"Thellphone left pocket with thignal jamming, writhtwatch ith a mini-tather, and the pen hath the jump drive with the codeth."

"Got it," She confirmed, "Coming in hot."

"I'll thay," Sollux jested as Aradia rounded the corner into the gallery, her tight sequenced maroon dress hugging her curves, a slit up the side showing off her olive skin, her hair long black tresses plated with tinsel.

"Shove it," She scoffed, "Doesn't the spy usually get the girl and kill the bad guy? Maybe I'll just turn on you."

"Jutht get the codeth and we can buy our own country," Sollux rolled his eyes as he headed for the observation deck where he could watch the coming proceedings with ease.

"Copy that," Her interest was piqued, "Going in for the kill."

Sollux smiled as he watched his partner saunter over to the target, who had a hard time hiding his obvious interests. He laughed to himself. It was so stereotypical for the world's leading super-spy to be prone to beautiful women. Sollux quietly climbed the marble stairs. He was going to enjoy this fireworks display.

Wow, how did I not see this it's SO CUTE! And your pointilism is great, thank you!! <3

John<3dave. Taboos + fighting.

here you go :D

Equius<3Nepeta. Reality show + medical drama.

"Dude. Holy fuck. Look, man, the Kraken's on TV!"
"John, I'm pretty sure that's just a 7-car pileup."
"No, you shitface." John says, accentuating it with a roll of his eyes. "You missed it. They say that witnesses have seen this huge shadowy shape thing at that lake near the park. And guess what?"
"Oh hell no, Egbert. We are not going to investigate whether or not there is actually a fucking Kraken at the lake. This is just some Red Gyrados at Lake Verity shit, except with ten times the pigeon poop and 100% less the free Pokemon." Dave groans, looking up at the ceiling. "Seriously. No. It's probably just some freaky cloud casting a shadow or something."
"Shut up, Dave. You're just being a huge pussy here. Mysteries are about. Adventures to go on. Rumors to prove. Krakens to take photos of."
"The photos part sounds pretty interesting, but no."
"Come on." John complains. Dave gives him a sideways glance from behind tinted specs, and the two spend the rest of their evening laughing their asses off while watching 1000 Ways to Die.

The next morning, Dave sleeps in late, done in by a long night of watching TV marathons with John. What he expects is to wake up to a quiet room, with John gently snoring on the other side of the bed because he was never a morning person. What he gets, however, is a face-full of a grinning Egbert. Dear God, he's in his fucking baby blue pajamas yet his hair is neatly slicked back and his face adorned by a fake mustache.
"Good morning, America!" John crows to the empty room. Dave is still rubbing his eyes and reaching for his shades when John leans over him and grabs his wrist.
"The fuck, Egbert?" Dave asks, cracking open a red eye to peer at the beaming boy, knowing that this is not going to turn out well.
"This morning on News at 11--" Shit, he woke up that late? "-We report on a recent conclusion that has been determined about the sighting of a monstrous creature at the lake!"
"Oh hell no. I'm not doing this right now. It is way too early, bro."
"Shut up and ask me what the conclusion is."
"What's the conclusion."
"That Dave Strider is a total lameass and has no life!!" John quips, regaining his falsetto businesslike tone.
Dave rolls his eyes, prying his wrist out of John's grip and heaving himself up, sliding his shades on. "Alright, that's cool with me. Let's get breakfast now."

The same thing happens the next morning.
Dave rolls over and falls asleep again.

The same thing happens the next morning.
Dave lets out a grunt and hides under the covers.

The same thing happens the next morning.
"You know," Dave comments, "It's probably gone by now."
"No way." John interjects.
"Come on, man. It's been like, three days. Our good friend the Kraken is probably having hot hooker sex at the bottom of the ocean, and we are totally way too late to ever see it."
"Well, we don't know unless we try, man!" John whines, leaning in to bump foreheads with Dave. The fake mustache tickles.
"It's way too early for this, John."
"I'll buy you the new Doritos Taco at T.B."
"...."
"Two of them. And a med soda." John grinned, staring at Dave with wide eyes.
"Fine." Dave says. "Let me get some pants on and we'll go."

This is literally perfect and you are an amazing person for writing this. You deserve an award.

Dirk<>Roxy
bad end + fairytale

HOW AWESOME, better than I ever imagined!! :OOO

And yeah, I think it's open till Saturday at midnight? XD

tags: blood

fun prompt!

sobbb I would watch this anime so hard

Thank you so much, A++

also i adjusted and sharpened it oops but yeah glad you like it *u*;;

http://i.imgur.com/1MxDn.jpg

oh oh i love this *u*!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is everything i want ;___; man i'm sorry i might attempt this a second time or come back to it if i get more time bc this is really poopy http://i.imgur.com/TDg0F.png

also obviously this contains body horror and nudity! u__u; sorry

The tumbleweed crossed the dusty road separating the two boys, their hands twitching over their guns as a whistle sounded the expected two toned call. Dave smirked as they both reached for their guns, hands halting on the pistols. A bass drum beat. They drew their guns, the cold steel barrels pointing directly at one another. Another drum beat.

"Do you feel lucky, punk?" John drawled, "Well? Do ya?"

Suddenly a chorus of men let out a deep bass hum as people flooded the street around the pair, encircling them as woodwinds, brass, and strings went into a quick crescendo. Dave, accompanied by a group of 3 men and two women whirled, pointing his gun to the sky, then re-holstering it, twisting again before redrawing in, a piercing tenor filling the air.

"Yes I do!"

"Yes I do!" The gathered chorus raised their hands, joining in the song.

John stomped, his own gang of back up dancers joining in as the music subdued to a patter and he began to sing while the chorus emphasized his words, "Do you feel real lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can. You yellow-bellied chicken shit, you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."

"HIT!" Everyone threw their hands up and twirled.

"I'm a sharp-shooter!" Dave rocked, letting off two bullets sending two crow corpses plummeting to the ground on either side of John, "This duel is surely mine. I'd say you're gonna regret it, but you're running out of time!"

"Out of time!" John looked worried as the crowd began to circle, the two boys overlapping their themes.

"I'm a sharp shooter!"

"Do you feel lucky man? Then come and shoot me if you can."

"This duel is surely mine."

"You yellow-bellied chicken shit..."

"I'd say you're gonna regret it..."

"...you can't catch me! I'm hard to hit."

"...but you're running out of time!"

The music built to a frenzied pace as the two leveled their pistols again, falling into unison.

"No more time, you're just tryin' to stall!"

"So be a man," Dave held out the note as the chorus echoed him.

"I am a man!" John growled back, the chorus echoing him as well.

"Then," Everyone inhaled for the last note as the two leveled their pistols once more before belting the final note, "DRAW!"

BANG!

((if you catch what book/film I'm referencing in this, then you win plenty of cookies. hope you enjoy!!)

It’s freezing. Snow is starting to fall, speckling the dirt with white. You can’t say you’re surprised by the abrupt weather change: your brother’s map indicates that you’re somewhere in New England, and you estimate that you two have been on the road for several months by now. From what you used to hear of your best friend in Upstate New York, it could go from 70 degrees to 40 at the turn on a dime. You absently wonder where she is, and if she and her sister are still alive.

You consider asking your bro what he thinks happened to them, but you’re scared that it’ll hurt to use your voice. You haven’t had anything to drink, aside from cheaply filtered piss, for days. It’s all you came across and it’s all you could afford.

You shiver and your teeth chatter as the temperature continues to drop. You hate this. You fucking hate it. Sixteen years in Houston, Texas prepared you for intensive heat, but never the cold, bitter snow. You notice Bro stops to wrap his wolf pelt around you, since your torn button-down, ripped jeans and own wolfskin aren’t enough to keep your body from flipping a shit. You gaze at him through your dark circular lenses, contemplating taking them off in order to see clearer. But, Bro still has his own shades on, so you don't want to look weaker than you already do.

“Fuck this cold,” he chatters out, pulling his cap tighter over his ears. You nod, concurring silently.

“You don’t have to give me this,” you say, voice raspy.

“Nah. You’re healthier than I am.”

You can’t help but laugh, “You kiddin’? Both of us are equally shit outta luck.”

“You sayin’ you wanna resort to the revolver?”

You fall silent. One of the few things that Bro keeps in his knapsack full of supplies is a gun with only two rounds, just in case you two want to put yourselves out of your misery. You hate the idea of using it, because one of you would die first, leaving your brother to suffer a brief amount of time alone. Neither of you wants to subject the other to that.

You’re not ready to give up just yet, so you shake your head.

“Good. I don’t want you to, but I wouldn’t blame you.”

The air is even stiffer, more tense, than you thought possible. For a while, neither of you says anything as you traverse what seems like endless terrain, silently praying for shelter, food, clean water, or all of the above. Eventually, Bro breaks the silence again.

“You know, we could always use my knife and off ourselves at the same time,” he jokes, in poor taste.

“It’d be messy,” you respond, trying to be deadpan.

“True enough. Can’t guarantee that death will be equally swift, either.”

You wonder how the fuck he can be so fucking stoic and monotone all the time. He never shows any emotion, never voices it, even if he’s obviously being kind to you. All you want to do is cry, but you fake stoicism in an attempt to look strong for him.

He speaks, as if reading your mind and sad disposition.

“You know, it takes time to get this steely. But what helps this steely façade is the fact that I love you dearly, and want you to live much more than for myself. I’m just trying to protect you and not waste any unnecessary emotions in the process.”

All you can manage to think is, “Fuck, I wasn’t stoic enough to fool you.” You voice this, and for the first time in a while, Dirk laughs. You chuckle, too, because it’s his laughter is surprisingly contagious.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing’s okay, I know that. And I know you’re hurting.”

Before you can respond, you pause at the sound of a rickety, screeching wagon. It’s still some ways away down the road, but both of you hear it. It’s unmistakably the sound of a group of humans that have resorted to cannibalism. They raid homes, steal what few supplies are left, and take the weak as prisoners, hoarding them like food. That’s all these prisoners are in the eyes of the cannibals: living flesh, waiting to be slaughtered and devoured.

You gaze at Dirk, searching his posture and face for any sort of answer as to what to do. He makes eye contact with you.

“We have two options. We get the fuck out of here and pray we lose ‘em,” he whispers, his breath freezing as it leaves his mouth. “Or we stand our ground and raid the fuckers.” He doesn’t say “try”, or “attempt”. When he says shit like this, he aims for success. When he’s this determined, he usually wins, no matter how weak.

It’s hard to say how scared you are out loud. They outnumber you, and you know it. A couple of shitty swords probably won’t do much damage, they’ll overwhelm you quickly, and then you’ll have your few supplies stolen, your ankles and throats chained to their demon-wagon, as you call it, and you’ll be fucked. Those are the odds, you think, but you don't have the heart to tell Bro that.

He seems to sense your fear, though, and his face breaks out into a crazy grin. “Hey, if we go down, at least we gave it our all.” He pulls the revolver from his bag, tossing it to you. You catch it, and then sneak it into your denim’s deep front pocket without a word. You look at your brother questioningly.

“Stick it in your mouth and pull the trigger if shit hits the fan and we’re not gonna make it. I would prefer that you not have to live through your limbs being torn off and roasted right before your living eyes.”

“B-Bro…Dirk…” you say, unable to properly process his kindness. “I don’t want you to have to live through that…”

“O ye of little faith, you doubt my prowess with a shitty sword. I’ll figure something out.”

There’s no changing his mind. As the wagon grows ever closer, you flash-step towards him, hugging him tightly. It may or may not be your last embrace. He reciprocates with equivalent vigor.

“I love you,” you murmur, voice cracking.

“I love you,” he whispers back, squeezing you for just a second longer before he pulls away.

You watch him draw his sword from its cheap scabbard, which is tied around his waist, and you automatically mimic the movement, just like you’re about to spar with him. You know shit’s real this time, though. You turn and face the silhouette of the wagon, pulled by slaves that are pretty much only skin and bones.

Dirk holds your free hand in his as long as you can afford before they spot you.

“Full speed ahead,” he says, releasing your hand. He charges just as they do.

Pretty much the same idea as Fahrenheit 451(because I just read it) and there is a monster or something coming out of that screen (is that magic enough? :P). Karkat is distracted by one of the screens. I came up with some kind of story in my head but I don't really remember what it was. This is the first time I ever drew Karkat or John.

I TRIED

forgivemethisisstupid.

- - -

You're being followed.

It's the first thing you realize when coherency comes back; survival instinct ruling out the hazy, numb grief that's clouded your mind ever since you unlocked the door to that shack by the greasy, muck filled river weaving it's way through the slums.

Your lawyer, linked to your elbow and cane idly tap, tap, tapping away in front of her as she walks, gives your forearm a squeeze and steers you down another dimly lit street without making it look like she was guiding you. She's turned the act of supposed helplessness down to an art, and that is why you wouldn't have chosen anyone else to help you bring Sollux's murderer to justice, however biased and corrupted the higher-ups in this world may be.

And with the last hour's revelations, you are going to do just that.

Pictures were snapped, evidence gathered, promises of a proper burial were made, and at the end of it all, the only thing you want to do is burn away the images of your best friend laying in pieces on a cold, concrete floor.

But you can't forget; you owe him that much.

And that is why, when you turn the street and the sound of discrete footsteps followed by the sound of a silencer being attached to a muzzle reaches your ear, the blow you administer to the dark shadow that had been stalking you for at least three blocks is harsh and unforgiving. You hear bone crack as the other is hit in the ribs by that lame, dragon headed cane that you've come to appreciate and fear in the past couple of weeks.

When the two of them lay unconscious, your knuckles split and bleeding but nothing compared to the ass-whooping you've given them, Terezi turns one over and relieves him of his handgun.

"Hired goons, typical." She snorts, turning it over in her hands and putting the safety back on. "Stupid ones, at that."

"They know that we've found them out."

That's all you care about. They know you're on their trail, they know you very well could expose them and their 'connections' for the horrible, greedy, back-stabbing bastards they are, and they know that you and her need to be out of the picture to keep everything nice and quiet again.

You suddenly want a drink, despite all the times you've verbally and physical expressed your distate for a good deal of beverages of the alcoholic persuasion before.

"That's not an attitude I wanna hear from you, Karkles." She sniggers, getting to her feet with their weapons in hand. You offer her a hankercheif to wipe the blood from the end of her cane despite the irritation that builds up inside you at the nickname. "We have what we need; we can bring the defendant to swift, sweet justice, and we'll have him hanged before you know it."

"Great, now all we gotta do is make sure we don't get massacred in our sleep, which I'm pretty fucking sure they're gonna try to."

"Of course they will." She says this as though it's a fact, holding onto your elbow and falling back into the 'helpless blind girl' routine that catches all hired goons and would-be murderers off guard. She has to, especially in these parts of town with chances of being sprung at by sick fucks and desperate muggers at an all-time high, and they never see the pain she can bring coming.

In the nicer parts, she walks with strong, almost banshee cackling confidence that both annoys you and unwillingly brings your eyes to her swaying hips. You recall the time you met a reliable lead in one such place during the first few days of investigation, and how she easily pried information from his drunk-off-his-ass self and laughed and laughed about it later in a rather stragetically placed getaway vehicale. You also remember the flashing of the seizure inducing strobe lights mixing with the cop cars outside as they crashed the party, claiming to be busting drug users, but in reality, looking for the only one who knew the truth behind the murder of your best friend, hacker extraordinare who just happened across a few of the goverment's dirty little secrets.

It's exactly where she leads you next, and you admit that the comfort of a crowded street and noisy traffic is reassuring compared to shady, grimy alleys.

You expect her to let go of your arm and stride on ahead, but she doesn't. If anything, she leans hre head on your shoulder. You're not quite sure what to feel about that, but you think that you kind of like it.

Warning: Animated GIF

http://s19.postimage.org/qpgqsexlt/Heartserenity.gif

Serenity's horrible pick up line says, I'll light up your night, baby. XP

Vriska <> John

Dystopia/Space opera

OMG THIS IS TOO MUCH I DON'T THIK I DESERVED THIS. THANKS
I CAN'T STOP LAUGhING THAT TAVROS

amazign

oh my gosh, thank you. aljdfsalj

<3

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM AR<3PM<3WV

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3DOOMED!JOHN

Re: FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3JADE

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

PROMPT: TEAM AR<3PM<3WV

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE♥KARKAT

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

Re: FILL: TEAM JANE<3ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

Re: FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

FILL: TEAM ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

Re: FILL: TEAM ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3DOOMED!JOHN

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

FILL: TEAM [Jake<3Terezi]

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

Re: Fill: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA