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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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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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Deciding to explore that abandoned shipwreck was totally a good idea.

((So I know this has already been filled, but I've had an idea for it buzzing in my head for a while now. I'm afraid that maybe it's more sitcom than soap opera, because I watch more sitcoms than soaps, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.))

The thing about cheap apartments is that there is always a reason why they are cheap. Sometimes it's obvious: mold, leaky faucets, tiny kitchens, a lingering scent of cat. Sometimes it's not, and those are the most dangerous. Because you buy an apartment thinking that you got an absolutely fantastic deal, when the reality is anything but.

Equius Zahhak was one of the many people in this world who fell prey to the allure of the cheap apartment that didn't seem cheap. He wasn't used to being poor, wasn't used to a budget. He was used to being spoiled but neglected, used to the upper crust of society where his kind of people were.

Of course, that had been before his father's company crashed. Before, in a potentially related series of events, he had been essentially disowned. Before he had to attempt making it on his own with what few practical working class skills he had. So he was most certainly not used to the sort of living accommodations his budget could afford him.

The apartment looked like a steal. And it probably was, but he wasn't the one being stolen from.

"Blue-blood." The voice startled him, even though it didn't start abruptly and wasn't particularly loud. It was soft and ethereal and faded naturally in and out of existence, and every sound was so, so empty. It was an echo of a voice, not the voice itself. And it startled him every single time.

Equius removed his working goggles and put down the things he was tinkering with, carefully composing himself so that he could respond with the aplomb befitting one of his class and breeding. "I have reminded you excessively that I have a name, and that I would far prefer being referred to by said name than by a monicker that could apply to any of my family and a good deal of the world beyond that."

"You try too hard." His 'roommate', aside from having an endlessly unsettling voice and an exceptional bluntness, had an unblinking stare and a worrying habit of floating. On account of how she didn't have legs.

Yeah, his apartment was haunted. You really do get what you pay for.

"You need someone to loosen you up. And I am afraid that I'm not exactly the soul for the job." No, the one who the job did belong to was the green-blooded girl he was currently awkwardly attempting to court. The girl that he needed as a friend so that they could be honest and open with each other, so they could change each other without the messy gore of having to change while intertwined by physical-emotional-pity-love-red feelings.

Life (and undeath) would be so much easier if everyone just gave into their destiny.

(She was a bit hypocritical in thoughts and statements like that. Her own destiny lay before her, sweaty and fumbling over himself like he was a wriggler awkwardly stretched into the body of an almost-adult, and she hadn't yet killed him. It was, of course, because she was repulsed by his sweat and his hobbies and his attitudes and actions. She didn't want anything to do with him, and certainly not the way destiny seemed to. (Lies and lies; her long-dead heart still had a bit of softness left to it, and she couldn't bring herself to kill the truly pitiable creature who had sheltered himself in her domain, even if it would mean she had him for herself.))

He went out on his date that night, and returned home at a reasonable hour (he had, after all, been the perfect gentleman) to find that much of his work had been smashed. Rage began to boil up from the depths until, from behind as always, he heard her echo of a voice again.

"You're home early. Did things not go well?" It was empty and the emptiness was slightly contagious (what was the point of being mad at someone who could not feel?), but mostly his anger was quelled by something quite contrary to it.

"Did you ruin my work?" He asked, not entirely sure that it mattered.

"It was faulty. You will make better. You always do."

And there was something about that voice, those words--something that sounded almost sorry but like she had forgotten how to apologize, something that sounded completely resigned to her fate, something that sounded so completely, unquestioningly confidant in his ability to the point of fact--that made it hard to be angry and caused another bout of sweat to soak the clothes that had barely dried from all of the exertion and nerves of his date.

There was something elegant about her words, as well, the way she calmed him down without having to actually apologize, like her remorse was a given. She held that elegance in every rigidly placed fragment of herself, in the way she turned and floated away to whatever hidey hole she had.

"I will return later. Hopefully you will focus on your work when you are working, between now and then. No more daydreaming of cat ears, if you ever wish to get your work done."

It didn't take a lot to bring Equius up to new and disgusting levels of sweatiness. His apartment's ghost was quite a hand at it regardless.

weeps

this is absolutely perfect o h my god

Ohhhhhhh wow. That was perfect. Wow. EVERY GOLD STAR IN MY BOOK. THAT TRIPPED A LOT OF FEELINGS. YIKES! Perfect setting, perfect interactions, perfect crime.

Thank you! <3333

This is not just okay, this is absolute perfection. Thank you!!!

Jane<3Roxy<3uranianUmbra (avoiding spoilers just in case)

Art Deco + Cake Decoration Show (that's a thing, right?)

I meant to put them in Victorian style dress but I don't even know I'm sorry

Dualscar<3<Mindfang Space + Pirates

uranianUmbra<3Roxy<>Dirk<3undyingUmbrage

Surrealism + Post-apocalyptic Robinsonade

You are flawless.

I was halfway through the fill before my friend said, "Isn't Dualscar/Psiioniic just like Eridan/Sollux?" Well....yeah...but. SHUT UP I'm allowed to fill it!

By the seas do you have a headache. You sit up, feeling the earth give way beneath you. What? You grip what should be the hard wood of your captain's cabin, only to find sand siftin between your fingers. You squint, your vision becomin clearer by the moment, to see, just off the shore of...wherever the hell you are, your ship. Sailin away at a frightenin pace.

That low-blooded scum. That vile pissblood of a helmsman. You know he's done this, no one else in your crew would be so brash. They're all terrified of you. Everyone but him. You can't honestly say you're surprised though, you and he had been trading blows with one another for weeks. Some literal. You should have put a stop to that. No good can come of havin' a black quadrant aboard your own ship. Gives the crew reason to doubt your leadership when the captain is sportin a few bruises. He no doubt was able to convince the rest a the sailors to mutiny, promisin em better treatment or whatever the fuck.

A gutteral growl sounds behind you from the island's interior. You narrow your eyes, scars creasing as you sneer. Wait. You search the sand around you with your hands. Ahab's Crosshairs are no where to be found. You hear more shuffling in the scrub, this time from the left. So...there are more than one stalkin you. A roar is sounded from further in, and its as if the cry pierces through your breastplate, but captain shows no fear.

Eridan<3Feferi
Dystopia/Humanstuck

Steampunk + Rescue Adventure, Eridan<3Sollux

dirk<3jake, zombies + domesticity!!

I had to look up what "bodice ripper" was. XD

Edited 2012-06-22 05:44 (UTC)

John<3Dave
Horror and Coming Of Age

Dave<3Tavros
Steampunk and zombies

((So... I dunno if I'm entirely happy with this. But here it is. Hope you like it, because I was a big fan of the prompt and I'm sorry I've sort of butchered it.))

There were two heroes, once, a mother and a brother. Neither ever got to meet the child that gave them their monicker, but the titles made them powerful, and the longing to see those that they would never know only made them even stronger. Because they had a world to protect for their young ones.

They lived in a world where that was a rather important strength, because it was with their own sweat and blood and tears that they would have to carve out a place for said young ones.

Things were, to put it simply, complicated. There was a water witch of an alien who controlled a popular baking goods empire and segued that power into world domination, becoming, as some have so eloquently put it, "Sea Hitler". There was extreme terraforming and political debacles and all sorts of mess that made the world unfit for children. The children wouldn't come for a while yet, so the bubble of sanctuary that the brother and the mother carved out had to last for millennia. Creating the houses was the easy part. It was the rest of the chaos that was a bit difficult.

He went up against two evil, crazed men who had been put in charge of the world's most important country. After setting up a life and an apartment for his young-one-to-be, he went and, with what many presumed to be his last act, he fought them to the bloody, horrific, crazed death. All along, he had possessed the heart of a hero, and now he had proven it: one of the most heroic moments in human history, and he was the lone wolf who had stood up and gone into battle.

Hers was a similar story climaxing in a similar moment, though she had one foe to face in place of two. She tracked down and faced off with the "Chaplain of Interstellar War", a man well famed from the days when sea hitler had just been an unassuming alien woman in charge of an extremely large company. She fought just as valiantly, gouging out both of the man's eyes with her iconic needles.

And then, for a while, they disappeared. And the world went back to turning, only a little bit better, because Sea Hitler was still just as much of a sea witch, just as Hitleresque, and just as much in charge.

Only a fool would think the pair would stand for that.

They came back from the farthest reaches of nowhere, to make their last stand together. The leader still lived, still stood, still led, and it was that that had to be changed for things to get any better.

They stood.

They readied themselves.

They began to fight, side by side, together, in tandem.

And then,

together,

they fell.

Many would think that they lost. In fact, many have said that they lost. But that is a poor assessment of the facts. They might have fallen, but they were not the end. They were not the last humans on earth. Their children--and they were, completely, inextricably, their children, and there was no denying that after all that they'd been through together--would still come. Their children would be the last to come, the last humans on earth, and it was they who would defeat the sea witch.

It had been them all along. And the mother and the brother had, all along, known that it would have to come down to their deaths so that their children could be ready to pick up where they left off.

It was not a loss--oh no!--because it was not the end. It was only the beginning, and all those who thought that the loss of a leader has to mean the end of a war may still have yet to be proven wrong, but they will.

Oh, they will.

Aranea<3Roxy, Sci-fi and Mystery

I just got done watching one of the most depressing anime episodes ever and having this sitting in my email box just totally made my night oh man. I adore this - their expressions and just everything aaaah thank you thank you thank you. <3

Ship: Dave♥Jade
Disney and having to do with an Asylum/Mental Institution. Have fun~

There is a girl in the archaeology department who can fly, according to the school's rumor mill. You make it a point to stay tuned into it, if only so you can deride the gossip people manage to come up with. Of course, this one, at least, is fairly plausible, as opposed to the one about you sleeping with Dr. Scratch. As if you would be willing to break that many school regulations for a man with a head like a round egg.

You can see why wings would be useful in the archaeology department. All that excavating and dashing about in ruins is probably much easier, without having to climb precariously everywhere. You are, of course, merely speculating, as you know close to nothing about the field of archaeology. You're a psychology major, yourself.

Which is part of why this particular piece of gossip stays stuck in your mind, far longer than you would normally pay attention to something of this nature. It's just unusual, is all; wings are typically associated with a more carefree, capricious type of personality. Not things that immediately come to mind, when thinking of archaeology.

This is why you find yourself, on a Saturday night, hanging out by the excavation site at the very edge of campus, instead of attending and your customary book club. Vantas and his vitriolic comments will just have to get on without you.

The site is dark, and you are not entirely certain that you are allowed to be here, this late at night and without any substantial reason, so keep your steps as soft as you can make them, creeping along the edge of the dig. You wonder if it would be wise of you to climb down. There's probably a ladder around here somewhere, but it's dark, and you'd rather not risk a broken ankle.

Really, this whole expedition is a little silly, if you think about it. You have no reason to think that the winged girl will be here, on tonight of all nights, except for the rumor mill's assurance that she is a very dedicated student who often spends her time here recreationally.

You sit, dangling your feet over the edge of the drop, and you peer down. It looks fairly deserted, although--yes, there is a light off in the corner. So someone is here, at least.

You cross your legs and peer down into the crevasse, trying to get a better look. You catch a flash of red, and apparently whoever it is notices you, because the light flickers and they must have turned, and…ah, yes, it seems like the gossip was right, this time, because a winged girl is now flying towards you, flashlight in hand.

It occurs to you that you're not really sure what you're going to say to her, a moment before she lands deftly next to you, wings fluttering to a stop.

You have an excuse for your presence halfway constructed in your head by the time she greets you with a cheerful, "Hi!"

"Hello," you reply.

"What brings you here?" the girl asks, jovially enough. "Exploring?"

"Not quite," you say. "I…" A lie is on the tip of your tongue: something about the school newspaper and an article about the dig. But really, what's the point? "I was looking for you, as a matter of fact."

"Oh, really?" She dangles her feet over the edge of the hole, swinging them back and forth. Perhaps her personality is not so atypical of her wings. "How come? Did I do something special?"

Now, the real dilemma is how to phrase this without coming off as a stalker. Which is…perhaps what you are. You may need to reevaluate your life choices after this. "I was just wondering what made you chose to study archaeology," you finally settle on.

You expect her to ask you how you heard of her or why you want to know, but instead she smiles and looks like you've done her a huge favor just by asking. And she tells you. She explains the sense of mystery of old, dead things, and how much she loves them, the excitement of a new find, the sense of accomplishment when you discover something completely new.

Eventually you stop her, to ask for her name.

"Aradia Megido," she says, and then she offers to fly you down to get a better look at her most recent find.

Your advisor is going to be so angry at you when you tell her you're considering switching majors.

Gamzee<3<Vriska medieval + revolution

Everything about this is perfect.

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

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