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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!

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

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First 5 entries in each post: 30 (per entry)
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Davesprite<3Jade, horror + sci-fi

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m61x08a6LS1qilicho1_1280.png ran out of time :( so i added an explosion to make up for any lost awesomeness

Eridan <> Feferi

growing up / road movie

Bec <> Jade
comedy / documentary

Edited (prompt) 2012-06-23 03:49 (UTC)

Terezi <3< Gamzee

Psychological / adictions (i.e. it must include at least one type of adictive habits/substances)

Jane <3 Dave

Mystery solving / steampunk

This is Dirk and Roxy running through a meadow together away from a swarm of angry cats while fist touching. Hope this fills the prompt! <3

Jake<3Dirk

Science Fiction and Journals

Rose<3Kanaya

Regency and Ghost stories

WARNING: alcohol use, withdrawal/craving.

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The world is burnt toast and a bathtub of pumpkin guts, the world is rotting oinkbeast butt and eyelids sleep-crust-shut. You are sober. You have been sober for six days. Nothing will ever be good ever again.

“I want to die,” you confess. Or, rather, moan. You are slumped against a stupid dead tomb thing and by golly gee willikers you want a goddamn bed or maybe an eyemask. One filled with cooling gel. Cooling gel that is actually Jell-O shots.

“I can fix that right up for you, sister.”

You eye Mr. Janeys Clowny Snake-Oil-Salesman Spirit Guide w/ Bonus Codpiece, a.k.a Your Wicked Brother. He eyes back. You consider, briefly, how deudly his clwas appear.

You think a thing about hyperactive amygdalas, and atrophied hippocampuses, and maybe also the literal fuckin’ gallons of blood getting pushed all rum-tum-tum-a-tum through your bloodpusher at this very moment in time, wow Roxy, good choices good life.

You want a drink.

“Awwww, that’s so sweet. But don’t worry about it, I’m good.” Your own voice is packing peanuts squeaking over each other, fingertips squishing sawdust over packing peanuts. Squish squish.

“You sure?” he says.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine.” Squeak squeak.

His weird purple eyes pierce you, maybe, but not like the shitty homemade earrings you contrived at age 11, when all you wanted was to be a normal girl. Took aaaaaaaages to clear out that infection. Dirk talked you through the first aid procedures over webcam while you were still buzzed on preemptively downed pain meds. You’re pretty sure he left the room to barf once. No matter how his fetishes have evolved, kid used to freak the fuck out at the sight of blood.

Wait, what was the point of that? Right. Piercings. Not inexpert. You would barely have to disinfect that shit, it is so precise and clean. Ugh. Hope Janey gets back soon. You love her dearly, but—on the sharpness scale, girl’s a butterknife.

Because you’re an idiot, you say, “Don’t point those eyes at me, Mister.”

In response, he moves toward you. Stares at your hair, your vulnerable human lady head. Wow, scary. Wow, he’s reaching for you. Wow, Clowncock McWickedface, maybe you should back the fuck off!

You tell him so. With your fists.

…Or, well, you would. If your forehead. Was not throbbing. So goddamn insistently.

“Do yr worst,” you acquiesce. SQUEAKSQUISHSWQUAKEAJDJDJ

He kisses the crown of your head.

Edited 2012-06-23 04:11 (UTC)

Vriska<3Karkat

Steampunk and Mystery

Vriska<>Kanaya

Hurt/Comfort and Tradgedy

Nepeta<3Karkat

Office romance and Comedy

Doc Scratch <3 Rose

regency fiction + slice of life

Oh god this turned out too long.
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In the morning Rose scrubbed the floors, washed the laundry, and set out the waste. In the afternoon she did the shopping: heavy bags of groceries hanging from each arm and entirely too many people jostling her with elbows and shoulders. In the evening she cleaned the kitchen, folded the clothes, and scrubbed the toilets. Nighttime, however, was her own, filled with burning candles and worn books. She spent hours reliving fantastic--and often horrific--stories she had long ago learned by heart.

Sometimes, while in the market, she would slip past displays of splendid jewels and rows and elaborate dresses, and would touch the fabric so carefully just to experience its softness on her fingertips. Sometimes, after closing her favorite fairy tale book, she would go to the window to see the stars, and wonder.

One night, she made a decision. One night, she went to the kitchen window, and when she stared at the stars she'd didn't wonder, but wished.

"'Sup."

Rose whirled around, knocking a jar off the counter and directly into the waiting hand of a young man she had never seen before. He smoothly slid the jar back into its place and settled his hands in his pockets. "So we gonna get this ball thing going on or what?"

Rose blinked. The young man had blond hair and dark glasses, and besides that looked altogether unremarkable, which somehow made his impossible appearance in her kitchen all the more annoying. "I'm...sorry, but what?"

The man cocked his head a bit--Rose imagined he was rolling his eyes--and said, "Dave, fairy godmother, here to give you the mad hookup so you can get your royal ball on."

Rose opened and closed her mouth a few times, and with great effort said, "Was there supposed to be something intelligible in that statement? Or have I passed out from the cleaning supply fumes again? If so, I'll admit I'm disappointed. My hallucinations usually involve beasts of the zoologically dubious variety."

"Really more than I ever needed to know about you right there." He rolled one shoulder nonchalantly. "You made a wish on the star, didn't you? You knew what would happen."

Rose considered this, and carefully pushed herself away from the window. "You're here about my wish?"

"Yep." He stuck out his hand. "Name's Dave, in case you missed it."

"Rose," she said as she took it. "Forgive my surprise, I just expected you to be...female. And a fairy."

"Only trolls get to be fairies," he said, "and don't discriminate. Now let's get a move on, gotta get you dolled up so you can get your royal ball on."

"Royal ball?" She crossed her arms now and leaned against the counter. "My wish was that I could improve my current economic situation." It had been a long time since she had been able to buy any new books (which was the main reason she knew the stories she did have so well).

"Yeah, well, that's boring as hell, so we're gonna liven things up by taking you to the ball to mack on some rich-ass royal hotties."

"You have very retrograde ideas about how women see their roles in the world."

"Look, you want mystical wish granting, I'm about all you got." Dave shrugged. "And I don't do economics and shit. I pretty much just work with balls."

Rose's eyebrow arched. "Do tell."

Dave went stock still for a moment, then said, "Just go do your hair or whatever girly shit you gotta take care of," and disappeared.

Rose glanced once more out the window to the wishing star. "I'm beginning to question your judgement."

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A short while later Rose was sitting in front of her vanity, straightening out the last few unruly locks. This time, when Dave appeared behind her, the mirror gave her ample warning.

"You know, I had begun to question whether you were real," she said as he dumped a bundle of deep lavender fabric on her bed.

"Man, shit can literally not get any more real than me."

She examined the dress. "This is lovely, but where did you get it?"

He shrugged. "Around. I tried that blue one you were looking at the other day first, but that thing did no favors to your hips."

"First?" she asked. "And how would you know that?"

"Just trust me."

She glanced up at him then, and her eyes widened. "Is that a wand in your pocket?"

"Maybe I'm just happy to see you."

"Juvenile, and too easy."

"You're one to talk," he said as she plucked the slender wooden instrument from his pocket. "You like that?"

"Dark magic is a bit of an interest of mine," she admitted. "Though only in theory, of course. Is this how you appear and disappear?"

"Hell no, that's all me." He watched her finger the wand and said, "I never really got the hang of that thing though. You want it?"

"Really?" Rose asked, rolling the delicate wood between her fingertips.

"Yeah sure. Might come in handy. Now." He snapped twice, pointed to Rose, then the dress. "You. Dress. Some of us don't have all the time in the world, and by some of us I mean you."

"Fine," she said, and set the wand on the bed. "You're not going to stay while I change, I assume?"

"Killjoy," he said, and disappeared again.

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"Dave," Rose said as they strolled ever closer to the palace entrance.

"Yeah?"

"I admit I have mostly been going along with this because I was reasonably sure I was dreaming." He put his hand on her arm then, stopping her. After a second a horse trotted past, splashing mud in front of them. "Thank you," Rose said as they started walking again. "As I was saying, I thought this couldn't possibly be real, but now that we're actually here at the palace it occurs to me that I don't actually know what I'm supposed to do."

"Mack on fly honeys, I told you."

"Call me a prude if you must, but I don't actually want to seduce a royal for their fortunes."

"Alright. Prude." He stopped then, and Rose turned to face him. "Look, I got you the mad hookup with the dress and the shoes and that stupid little clutch you wouldn't leave the house without. You're looking totally hot, so it's time to go nab yourself a prince."

"Dave..."

"Or a princess. I don't care."

"Dave."

"Actually, nab a princess. That's way hotter."

"Dave!"

"Alright, I'm outie." He disappeared yet again, and Rose was left cursing the night sky.

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The castle vaults were always well guarded, of course, but on nights like this--when the palace had so many visitors and security had to be spread quite a bit thinner than usual--it wasn't quite as well guarded.

So naturally, this was when Dave decided to strike.

He had about made it to the door when he heard the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed behind him. "Where do you think you're going?" the guard growled.

"You really want to play this?" Dave asked, readying his own weapon.

The guard snarled--then stopped, twitched, groaned, and collapsed. Behind him was a distinctly nonplussed Rose, holding a wand that was crackling with dark energy.

"Nice," Dave said, sheathing his sword. "I knew you'd pick it up quick."

That snapped her back to attention. "I think," Rose said, stepping slowly forward and keeping her wand ready, "that you need to explain exactly what's going on, before I do to you what I did to the guard."

"Easy now." Dave raised his hands placatingly. "Why don't you aim that thing at this door here?"

Rose glanced briefly to the side. Dave was standing in front of a tightly sealed stone door that was dull and nondescript, apart from the glowing runes covering its surface.

"And that is...?"

"Treasure vault." Rose's gaze sharpened at that. "I've been traveling back and forth on this night 'bout a dozen times tryin' to get in. But it's got some kind of magical ward." He reached over and tapped the door. The runes near his touch flashed briefly. "Sealed up tight. Finally figured out I needed some kinda wizard or something. And here you are, just when I need you."

"Partners, then," she said. "A lovely sentiment. I'm especially fond of how you gloss over the fact that you abandoned me in the middle of the courtyard to sneak down here and take the treasure for yourself."

Dave pressed his hand to his heart. "Damn, girl. You cut me deep. I was just following the rules."

"Oh, wait a moment," Rose said, idly twirling the wand. "I want to see if I can figure out how to conjure up a comfortable seat, that I might better enjoy the yarn you are undoubtedly about to spin. Maybe some snacks as well. Do you have a preference to red or white wine?"

"Merlot, '67." He inclined his head towards the wand. "That thing working out for you?"

"It seems to suit me," she said easily.

"Thank fucking Christ, because that fairy godmother BS was pretty much insufferable." He flopped a bit roughly against the door, ignoring the brightened runes. "Those things aren't easy to come across. I finally had to sign up for this fairy godmother program. They're standard issue, but you gotta sign a contract that you're gonna gussy some chick up and deliver her to the royal ball to get swept off her feet."

Rose looked down at her immaculately styled gown and pursed her lips. "You seem to have reneged on your contract then. The dress is lovely, but I wasn't exactly swept off my feet."

He shrugged. "Not my problem. My responsibility ends once you walk into the castle." He scratched his neck then and said, "Though, for the record, you totally could have bagged that princess."

Rose smirked. "Not giving that up, I see."

"Never."

"Hm." Rose walked over and pressed the flat of her palm against the door. Beneath her hand she could feel the warmth of the runes and the flow of the protective magic. She knew, instinctively, just how to break it.

"You're not always going to be this difficult to work with, are you?" she asked, already tracing arcane patterns through the air.

"This from the dark sorceress who considers a thesaurus light reading?" His eyes were hidden behind his darkened glasses, but Rose almost thought he was smiling. "Naw, I think everything's gonna work out fine."

Rose smiled and pushed open the door.

Edited 2012-06-23 04:28 (UTC)

i thought there weren't enough frame embellishments to give it the right feel, so if you click there's a version with some awkward curlicues on it...

Sorry it's not very long (or very good), it's just a quick little fluffball.

“Daddy, daddy! Read us a story?”

John turned around in the doorway, his hand hovering over the light switch. He had every intention of telling the kids to go to sleep, but he just couldn’t resist the way his daughter was looking at him with her big blue eyes, and he sighed.

“Alright, fine. Just one, though!” he told her, pulling up a chair next to her bed. She clapped her hands in delight and sat up attentively against her pillow.

“Me too, me too!” another voice chimed in. Dave had dropped his son off for a few days while he was on a trip, a small boy with red hair and freckles who went by the name Nak for reasons no one really understood. He clambered from his bed onto Casey’s and got under the covers next to her.

John couldn’t help but chuckle at the eager looks on their faces. “Okay, so how about instead of reading you a story you’ve already heard before, I can tell you a new one instead?”

“Can it be a fairytale? With a princess?” Casey asked.

“If there’s a princess, you gotta have a dragon too!” Nak insisted.

John shrugged. “Sure, I can do that.” The kids grinned, and he settled himself in his seat and looked intently at them, getting into the mood.

“Once upon a time, there were four kids.”

“Who were they?? Is one of them the princess??” Casey interrupted excitedly.

John laughed and put his finger to his mouth. “I’m getting there, you sillypants!” Casey nodded and zipped her lips.

“Now. As I was saying. There were four kids, and they were the best of friends! They lived on opposite corners of the world, but it didn’t matter, because they were so close! One day, they decided to play a game. Little did they know how big the consequences would be!”

Nak sighed and leaned backwards. “This is booooring. When does the good part come?”

John just smiled at him, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, trust me. It’s about to get good.”

“When they started the game, it pulled them into an whole new dimension, way out in space!” This caught Nak’s attention, and he leaned forward. “They each had their own planets, too. Each planet was home to friendly little creatures, like yellow salamanders and red crocodiles!”

Casey let out an excited squeal and hugged her yellow salamander plushie close. Nak looked to his bed, where his red crocodile had been abandoned. Rather than getting up to retrieve it, he chose to cling to Casey’s arm instead. She didn’t seem to mind.

“There was also a light planet and a dark planet, caught in a terrible war. Each planet had a king and a queen, and although neither pair had any children, the moon of each planet held towers where copies of the four kids slept in royal comfort, like princes and princesses.” Casey’s eyes lit up, and in her excitement, she clutched at Nak’s hand. He didn’t seem to mind, either.

“But it wasn’t all fun and games! This was a war, and there were many terrible monsters and dragons to fight!” Nak grinned, satisfied by the addition of this detail. “The kids had a very important job to do. They needed to save the universe! Luckily, they made some alien friends who helped them along the way.”

“Aliens?!?” Nak exclaimed.

“Wow!” Casey added.

John nodded. “Aliens! You betcha!”

“Well, did they do it? Did they save the universe??” Nak asked. Casey watched her father with wide eyes, still holding tight to the redhead’s hand.

“Did they? I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow night to find out!” John grinned, getting to his feet and pushing the chair back.

“Awwwwww!” they cried in unison.

“But I’m not tired!” Casey protested, even as she leaned back into the pillow.

“Me neither!” Nak agreed, though the final syllable was pierced by a big yawn.

John just smiled and leaned forward, kissing them each on the forehead and pulling the covers up tightly around them. “Goodnight, kids.”

They sighed heavily and gave in, wiggling down under the blankets. “Goodnight,” the pair replied. John turned the light off and gave them one last smile before closing the door, being sure to leave it open a crack (in case of monsters, of course) as the two children curled into each other, snuggling their way into the warm arms of sleep.

Thank you! :D Like I said, this song was the first thing I thought of when I read the prompt, so it had a pretty weighty influence.

Oh, thank you! :D

Meenah <3< Vriska

curtain fic, spy fiction

here you go!
some_text

dave <3 john, drunk texts + generally awful and awkward teenager-dom?

Edited 2012-06-23 05:47 (UTC)

High School AU + Magical Girl -- Jane<3Gamzee

Military + Steampunk -- Dave<3Jade

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

FILL: TEAM [eridan♥feferi♥sollux]

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

FILL: TEAM ENGLISH

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: JAKE <3 TEREZI

FILL: TEAM ROSE<3JADE

FILL: TEAM KARKAT♥SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

no subject

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAY <3 SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

PROMPT: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]