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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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she ain't fancy she ain't fine, or, being a part of the reminiscences of Spinneret Mindfang, here published for the edification of the wicked and the entertainment of the virtuous

It is now for me to relate how my cousin and sometime partner Serket came into service as the engraver to Captain Pyrope of the Royal Guard, though it is a story that is professionally painful for me to relate. I was, of course, absent for this episode, informed of it only in retrospect through Serket's extravagant boasts, but through careful investigation I believe I have worked out what remains of the truth. It is as follows.

I was, as I have said, in the cells of the capital, and sorely in need of funds for bail. I had dispatched Serket to fetch the counterfeit funds we kept in reserve in an arroyo not far from the capital, but what with one thing and another, Serket had done a very poor job of it; to wit, she had been seen. She protested gravely at this to me, saying that she had been very well disguised in my clothes, and besides that the witness was an old woman and very nearsighted, and besides that they had been miles away at the time, and besides that Serket doubted she had been seen at all!!!!!!!! It was all nonsense and I told her so in no uncertain terms. I am really extremely lucky that she did not take this opportunity to reassess her loyalties to the imprisoned marquise of a pirate fleet. Instead, after considerable grumbling, she went to steal the eyewitness' report.

She was just in time. A young troll with hardly eight sweeps' growth of horns was toting boxes of forms and the composite portrait to the Captain's office, and she offered assistance, which was gratefully accepted. They took the reports through every layer of security and laid the portrait on the Captain's unoccupied desk, at which point the young troll, encouraged by a boondollar, up and left. Serket must have been practically pailing herself in delight. She lifted the picture, ready to take it out the same way it came in. It was at that precise moment that Captain Pyrope reentered.

"Thank you, young miss," the Captain said, taking a seat at the desk with some care. "You may leave the portrait on the desk."

Serket stared at her in open awe. They had been friends as girls, practically still hatchlings, playing at ancestors and death, and Serket had blinded her some years back. She had assumed that the Captain could not have risen so high without culling without some form of sight, but the woman in front of her was indeed blind, and walked with a cane, and did not recognize Serket at all. It was a shock to the system, and it left Serket strangely, and, I am afraid, very foolishly off-guard.

In the meantime, the Captain had groped her way to the portrait. She lifted it with a profound grimace and dragged her tongue straight down the front of it.

"I can't see this," she said, her grimace getting worse. "This is far too small. Call the engraver to enhance it."

I am sure to Serket it seemed like a brilliant opportunity. "Oh, I'll do it, Captain," she said, lifting the portrait. "I'm an engraver of sorts."

Captain Pyrope waved a hand--I suppose it could not matter to her very much how well the work was done so long as it was done large and bright enough to taste--and Serket scurried out, the thing pinioned under her arm.

She blew the thing up, of course. She certainly had ink enough, from three sweeps' counterfeiting practice. She also altered herself beyond all recognition in it, making the thief look to be an oliveblood of ten sweeps with horns that were practically antlers. Some vanity, there. She took her time with the background, as well, adding the curves of the arroyo and the pink moon in the sky. It was all very artful, and I must say I enjoy it a great deal. I have it on my cabin wall at present, along with some of her more youthful portraits of me. I do not know what Captain Pyrope could possibly have made of it, except that when she drew her tongue over it, she made the very same face as last time.

"Enhance it again," she said. "No, not the troll. The arroyo and the moon. We can navigate by it."

Serket was at a loss with this request, but did as she was told. She had to use practically all the pink in her kit to get the moon properly, and privately she was pleased to think of Captain Pyrope lost and wandering in the hills with an enhanced map of nowhere at all.

This portrait was met with a much longer taste-test, when Serket presented it. Then Pyrope lifted her head with a grin. "Oh, yes," she said. "This is what I wanted. The ink is very familiar. This is the same pink as was on every single one of those counterfeit boondollars down the arroyo, Miss Vriska Serket."

Serket, to her credit, possibly, stood her ground. "It cannot be," she said. "I am no daring, dashing, super attractive smuggler and counterfeiter and pirate. I am only an extremely boring private in the guard."

"I think, Miss Serket," suggested Captain Pyrope, "that that is as fake as this incredibly fake portrait you have just handed me."

"Well, taste-test me then," said Serket, quite out of patience, and she must have been very surprised when Captain Pyrope did.

They taste-tested each other for some time, and very thoroughly. After some hours had gone by, and Serket had regained her pants but not her tunic and certainly not her original socks, Captain Pyrope sat back on the desk. Serket eyed her warily.

"I think you are not a dashing, daring, super attractive smuggler or whatever that was at all. You are free to go, since you are indeed a lowly worm of a private of the guard," Captain Pyrope said.

"Hey, now--" Serket began.

"The ultimately pitiful position," Captain Pyrope said serenely.

"Oh," said Serket, much pleased. "Yeah, okay."

Edited (fixing icon & last line) 2012-06-10 07:36 (UTC)

Stitchpunk + Spy Fiction for Dave <3 Terezi

Heist film + bildungsroman, Aranea<3Meenah.

Found poetry + Gothic literature, Kanaya<3<Rose

Edited 2012-06-10 07:50 (UTC)

Aradia<3Sollux

Sword and Sorcery + Forbidden Romance

Science fiction detective story for Jane<3Roxy!

Steampunk + Western, Dave<3Tavros

Edited 2012-06-10 08:39 (UTC)

Gothic Romance + Futuristic Dystopia, Eridan<>Kanaya

Edited 2012-06-10 08:40 (UTC)

Soap Opera + Urban Fantasy, Aradia<3Equius

Edited 2012-06-10 08:40 (UTC)

Coming of age ghost story for Meenah<3<Roxy!

Aranea<3Meenah

Romantic Comedy + Horror!

Contemporaneously Gothic, Romantic
literary movements
the roman noir

by such writers by such writers

author
The Seer
of works more horrific and violent

the Gothic
The fruit of this harvest of horrors

lurid tale of monastic debauchery, black magic, and diabolism
The novel could be read as a pastiche of the genre, self-parody
a constituent part of the Gothic from the time of inception.
appalled some contemporary readers; depraved, sadistic

spectral nuns
scurrilous view of the important development
influenced established terror-writer
ensnared in a web of deceit
eventually dragged

transcend the horror of these scenes
she would have to visit hell itself.

The framework for fiction,
critiqued in the preface
"the inevitable product of the revolutionary shock with which the whole resounded"

This correlation

between the Terror and the "terrorist" of writing

represented

and was noted

(original text found [HERE])

Edited (formatting) 2012-06-10 09:11 (UTC)

how abouuuut dave<3rose detective comedy! :')

Dave♠Karkat
Featuring Historical romance and psychological horror would be amazing!!

How about a superhero romantic comedy for Rose<3Jade!

Steampunk and Zombie killing, Aradia<>Dave!

This is brilliant and I am grinning so much

Oh man uh....

Davesprite<3Jade
Body horror/Comfort

Rose<3Kanaya, film noir + vampire fiction

He has lost track of the number of nights he has spent in his pitch prison. In the beginning, he had counted by the times he was fed stale bread and dirty ale. Then he started suspecting that the meals weren't at regular intervals. But he was cut off from the sun, and therefore had no way to track the time in any meaningful manner.

He twists against his shackles, not to get comfortable on the stone slab he is stretched across, but rather yearning to scratch at where the cuffs have dug in and left itching wounds.

Sometimes, he would hear them whispering outside the iron door. The iron door that sealed so tightly not even a stray beam of light could pass through. And he wondered if he was going insane, maybe hearing voices from beyond the grave waiting to greet him, or they were just trying to make him feel that way.

On occasion, he would be unchained and dragged as quickly as possible up numerous winding stairs and into a courtyard. Always midday. And he prayed to the Lord he served to provide him with some means to shield his eyes. Even a blindfold to protect him from the worst of it.

Today seems to be one of those occasions. He tensed as he sensed a club being brought down on his head. A precaution against attempted escapes while they uncuffed him.

Smart of them, he admitted.

His eyes fell shut soon after impact.

When he awoke, he was sprawled face down on the floor of a room. A room, he wondered in his head, and not the courtyard. Today would be one of those days, he concluded with a cynical twist of his lips.

"Open your eyes," bellowed an angry voice, instantly recognized by the prisoner.

He refused.

The man spoke once more, quickly and under his breath, this time in a tongue he understood not. The words of those heathens. The words of his captors.

His hair was grabbed and head flung back. He sprawled backwards on the floor. Eyes opening instinctively, and he lost the first of the day's many battles.

The atmosphere was caliginous; Smoke filled the room and his maladjusted eyes burned and hazed his vision. A single flame flickered from an oil lamp in middle of the room. From his viewpoint, he room itself was empty except for the table holding aloft that lamp, his captor, and himself.

"Are you ready to obey," yelled the dark-skinned man in front of him. "Are you going to willingly submit to me?"

The prisoner rose up to his knees, ankles bound and looks into the jaundiced eyes of his abductor. He spits in his face.

It only earns him a back-handed slap across his face.

The sudden hot breath on his face causes his to flinch away.

"You will crumble before me today, knight."

"I have all the time in the world, saracen."

The man stood, retrieved a harvesting instrument from the table. He watched him walk, hazy in the abrasiveness of even the single flame. The man dropped to his knees to come before him, face nearly touching his.

"But, Sir Strider, do you have enough blood in you to withstand that long?"

And he bit down on the prisoner's bottom lip, drawing blood and chuckling as he pressed the curved blade against the crusader's pale neck.

The knight smiled wickedly.

Edited 2012-06-10 10:22 (UTC)

uHH, I'm not really sure how good this is but here you go?

~*~

The spying business just isn’t what it used to be, Dave “Coolkid” Strider muses over his beer. Once upon a time it had been tailored suits, concealed pistols and expensive gadgets.

Of course, to be fair, he still had at least one expensive gadget to work with.

She might take offence if he called her that, though.

Ah. Speak of the devil and she’ll cackle madly into your ear. “I got the data, Coolkid! Now put down the drink, and get your fleshy human ass over to the vent so you can unscrew it for me!”

“Agent TZ, you know I would never drink during a mission. That would be highly irresponsible of me.”

“Haha, of course not, Coolkid! Of coooourse not!”

Damn it, she’s definitely getting quicker every time. He only managed to get halfway though the beer. Ah well, it’s best to do what the lady says. It’s back to the vent for him.

He arrives and the vent is already open with his partner nowhere to be seen. Dammit, where is sh-

-There is something very slightly pulling at the hair on the back of his head-

Dave reaches behind him to pluck the tiny, high-tech, rag doll that is his partner off of his head. She just hangs from his hand, grinning impishly. Not that her stitched up mouth ever seems to be wearing anything that isn’t an impish smile, of course.

“Really, TZ? You couldn’t wait the extra five minutes for me to arrive?”

“You were being too slow! For the safety of the mission I obviously had to take matters into my own hands!”

“Whatever. You sure you got everything?”

“I already told you earlier that I did! Sigh,” (she actually says sigh, that’s how melodramatic she’s being,) “Despite all these months of working with Mr. Coolkid here, my partner still doesn’t trust me!”

“It’s just standard procedure, TZ. Not that you’d know anything about that.”

“Standard procedure is for uncool wimps!”

“And the lady proves my point. C’mon, lets go.”

Yeah. Spying is definitely nothing like it used to be.

Dave Strider thinks he might like this better, though.

Dave♥Terezi, Harlequin Romance + Buddy Cops!

So very decreased in size so you cant see the fact i can't speedpaint and all the blegh in it |DDD

Oh btw its based off the Wallace and Gromit the curse of the wererabbit movie poster haha...

Edited (Added the fact is a parody? lol) 2012-06-10 10:28 (UTC)

haha definitely would want to read more on that :D!

I'd love to see sci-fi + spy fiction with Aradia<>Sollux!

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

PROMPT: Team Jake<3Jane

FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

PROMPT: TEAM TEREZI<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3DIRK

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Sollux

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

PROMPT: Team Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

FILL: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA

Re: FILL: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT