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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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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)
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Truthfully I saw some one else post something with them and I was like, "...no that is too happy. THEY WOULD BE TERRIBLE TRAGIC BABIES."

Oh yes, you did it excellent justice.

Your name is Jake English and you are relatively certain there is a MONSTER in your ROOM. Because there is a MONSTER in your ROOM there is clearly only one course of action available to you.

What will you do?
>Run in guns blazing! (Go to page 3)
>Vow to find a new place to sleep and never enter your room again. (Go to page 5)

I believe I have a case of "feelings"

The accidental capslocking! and giving her the letter, knowing she would never look - this is wonderful.

I really feel that robots deserve a high school AU as much as any meat mannequin does!

Thank! <3

Dirk<>Kanaya, slice of life + vampires

>ATTEMPT TO COME UP WITH A PLAN TO SUBDUE THE SAVAGE RAM-BEAST!
As you attempt to think up a plan the ram-beast attacks! You are hit by a heavy blow to the side! You are in a lot of pain! Luckily, you are still alive. Hmm… you would have expected the ram-beast to have finished you off by now.

>What’s up with that? (Go to page 11)

>PANIC AND YELL OUT!
You yell at the lady that that is a dangerous beast and she shouldn’t be hugging it! The beast is enraged by your loudness!

EVERYONE DIES.
THE END.

i just really like road trip prompts now.
~~it's 2 am and i don't know what i'm writing anymore..~~
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She’s a firecracker of a girl, you realize one day while driving down a stretch of empty highway. She is asleep in the backseat curled up in an impossible position, and you allow a small quirk of your lips to show on your usually blank face. You glance at the rearview mirror and spy a few bruises—“STR1D3R YOU 4R3 JUST TH3 T4ST13ST!” “tz you are eating my shoulder i am not a main dish goddammit”—and the small smile on your face widens just a bit more.

There’s a noise from her, a slight groan at the bumpy highway you were driving on, and you refocus your attention on the road. This whole trip thing was great, a fantastic idea considering the fact you were leaving behind a metric fuckton of stupid things. You needed a fresh start, and Terezi wanted to come along too.

You hear the rustle of clothing behind you and then you jerk the car when Terezi hands you an eyeful of her ass as she clamors into the front seat. Her hair is tousled and mussed from your previous actions at the last gas station and you can’t help it, the smirk stays on your face. It’s not like she could see it anyway.

“H3Y COOLK1D, WH3R3 4R3 W3?” she asks with a cackling laugh, and you glance from behind your shades. Slowing the car down you stop it on the side of the road, and you ignore the repeated question she voices again. She gives you a confused look, and all you do is chuckle and press a kiss to her forehead.

“were like twenty miles from boulder colorado tz”

“YOU KNOW W3 SHOULD PROB4BLY L3T TH3 OTH3RS KNOW W3R3 S4F3 S1NC3 1TS 4CTU4LLY SOM3 SM4RT TH1NK1NG ON MY P4RT D4V3!”

“no we havent reached vegas yet tz dont you want to get married and have some kickass babies?”

Terezi gives you an annoyed look before she sighs. You can’t help but shrink at the look, and you rub your face tiredly before wrapping your arms around her shoulders. You rest your head against her forehead and pout. She senses the drop in your mood and kisses you deeply. You appreciate it, and you hold her a little bit tighter as she continues to kiss all over your face.

"W3 C4NT RUN FOR3V3R D4V3, 1 HOP3 YOU KNOW TH4T!"

"can we get to boulder before we let them know were all fine and dandy cause we are the finest and the dandiest right now tz"

"1F YOU S4Y SO, COOLK1D..."

Terezi Pyrope is a firecracker of a girl, yeah that much is true, but you're pretty sure without her on this trip you wouldn't have had the guts to actually leave behind all your worries and start fresh. You press a thank you kiss to the corner of her mouth and rest your head in the junction where neck meets shoulder, while she cards her thin fingers through your blond hair. This trip was good for you, and for her too, you just know it. She keeps you on your toes and you keep her entertained.

~~Plus, she's a definitely fantastic in bed, and you might miss it a lot if she were to ever quit this benefits thing you got going on.~~

Pairing: Grand Highblood<3Redglare
Genres: Tragedy + Procedural (aka law and order)

>Run in guns blazing!
“RHAGALBLAGALBLAGAL” <--(you)
“BAAAAAH!” <--(the monster)
Agh, the monster appears to be some kind of horrible ram-like beast! It swings a hoof at your head!

STRIFE COMBAT INDICATED!
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
>PANIC! (Go to page 4)
>DODGE! (Go to page 7)

>PANIC!
Is that really what you thought would be the best course of action?
Really?

YOU HAVE DIED.
THE END.

Aranea Serket knew nothing about gang warfare, or the hypothetical gang affiliations of girls currently getting their rivalry all over her ER. She worked quite diligently to know nothing about these things, which was why she currently had her hands over her ears.

Unfortunately she couldn’t do this and also deal with the fracture in Meenah’s forearm, so eventually she dropped her hands and clapped one of them over Meenah’s mouth instead. Meenah widened her eyes in outrage, and Aranea tightened her hand before Meenah could bite her.

It was 1pm on a Wednesday, so Aranea was the only one on duty and there were no patients besides these two, which was something at least.

“Things I didn’t just hear,” Aranea said loudly, “include all references to the Seadwellers, who are a motorcycle gang I have barely even heard of due to my intensely law abiding ways!”

Vriska slung herself over the edge of the trolley Aranea had planted her on. She had to hold one hand over the blue stain at her hip caused by three trident-shaped gashes, but she managed a limping saunter across the room all the same.

Aranea turned to face her, lifting her chin. “I also heard nothing at all about the Bluebloods, whose terrible criminal ways bring a shudder to my gently reared soul when I hear about them, which is never!”

Vriska rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, coz, plausible deniability is so boring.” She leaned up against Aranea’s side, looking down at Meenah. “Hahahaha, gagged is a really good look on her!”

Meenah ripped her face away from Aranea’s hand, pushing herself up towards Vriska. She must have forgotten she was injured, because she pressed the hand of her broken arm down onto the trolley, then went dead grey and slumped back with a hiss.

“How do you feel aboat another set of fork holes, fishbait?” she gasped through her pain.

Vriska flicked her hair back over her shoulder. “Man, I let you get a hit in because I felt bad for you, Peixes.”

“Hey, zip it, both of you,” Aranea said.

Meenah flicked a glance at her, but still rose up on her knees, remembering not to use her broken arm this time. She tugged at Vriska’s hair, pulling her head forward. “You were sorry for me, fishbait?” she said, twisting her fingers in Vriska’s tangled locks. “You shouldn’t’ve been so koi aboat it! I could’ve told you I wouldn’t pity salmon like you if you were the last troll alive.”

Vriska’s eyes widened. “Ughhhhhhhh, pity, I’m going to break your other arm just for suggesting that!”

“Hey,” Aranea said. She flicked Meenah sharply on the horns, making her jolt and lean back with a wounded expression. Vriska was still draped over Aranea’s shoulder, and Aranea used that to tow her backwards, away from Meenah’s trolley. “While you’re in my ER, you will zip it the fuck up on all topics except those you both agree on!” Aranea tilted her glasses down to glare at each of them over the top of the frames. “I suggest talking about your mutual love and respect for your awesome friend-slash-cousin Aranea Serket, who puts up with your shit when nobody else will! Maybe you could talk about how cute her shoes are, and how awesome her personal style is in general! I bet you could get some mileage out of how much you both admire her amazing work ethic and sense of social responsibility!”

Meenah was chewing on one of the piercings in her lip. “While we’re in your ER?” she asked, eventually. Of all things in the world, Aranea suddenly felt wistful frustration coming from her like a hammer. She couldn’t read Meenah most of the time; fuchsia was way too highblooded. She glanced at Vriska, but her cousin was shielding from her like usual.

“I ... yes,” Aranea said, confused. “Out there I guess you can do what the fuck you want.” She waved a hand. “Just ... just stay where you are. I need to get more gauze and ... just stay, all right.”

She ducked out of the ER and around the corner, leaning against the wall and clenching her hands into frustrated fists. She dropped her head back with a thunk. Ugh, they were impossible. She wished the ER wasn’t the only place she could keep them from each other’s throats. She wished she could ... plant trackers in the backs of their necks, or something.

Kanaya from Paediatrics was coming down the corridor with her nose buried in charts. She lifted her head when she saw Aranea, and hesitated. “Is it Vriska and Meenah again?” she asked, after a moment. “That would be the third time this week.”

Aranea made a face at her. “I know. Ugh, I just. I love them both, but sometimes I hate them. I want to slap both of them upside the head till ... I don’t even know what.”

Kanaya chewed her lip. “Oh dear, this is very discomforting,” she said. “I’m finding it so difficult not to say anything, but it seems like a situation in which my style of meddling could be taken amiss, especially given that Vriska is my moirail. I’m not sure what to do.”

Aranea blinked. She could feel awkwardness coming from Kanaya in waves. “Well, what you’ve said so far is very unhelpful,” she said finally.

Kanaya hesitated again. “I suppose it’s only that ... I don’t believe that they come in because they need medical care. In fact I’m fairly certain that both of them erroneously believe themselves to be immortal, between ourselves.”

“Then why ... oh! Oh.” She blinked again. “But Meenah and I were flushed when we were seven,” she said stupidly.

Kanaya smiled, uncertainly. “You aren’t seven anymore, is I suppose the relevant observation.”

“Oh. They’re really ...? But that’s terrible.” Aranea brought her hands to her cheeks in distress. “If they’re letting their rivalry lead to injury just to come into the ER, I’m the worst auspistice ever.”

Kanaya raised her eyebrows, a kind of polite snark mixing in which her discomfort. “Do you really think that Vriska and Meenah would not injure one another otherwise. That seems unlikely to me. I would say that being ashen for you is the only thing that causes them to seek the medical attention that they do in fact need. They are not truly immortal, though as I said before I think they believe themselves to be so.”

Aranea touched her mouth. “Oh, of course,” she said distantly. She was trying to examine her own feelings. She was a mess about Meenah and Vriska, she always had been, but did she really feel ...

God, yes.

She turned on her heel, fast enough to almost leave skid marks on the floor. She threw open the door to the ER and stepped inside.

As expected, Vriska and Meenah were at each other’s throats again, Vriska’s stab wounds leaking blue once more as she wound one of Meenah’s ratty braids around her fist. Their faces were close together and they were hissing furiously at one another.

Aranea marched over, seized Meenah’s left horn and Vriska’s right, and knocked their heads together.

They let out identical yelps, letting go of one another, and turned to her wide eyed. Vriska was pressing a hand to her side, and Meenah was cradling her arm.

Aranea leaned back, her smile beatific. “Ashen for you,” she said. “You stupid fucking wigglers.”

Meenah leaned back on her good hand, all her tension gone. “Aight,” she said, easy and sweet.

Vriska looked from one to the other of them with a gut-wrenchingly vulnerable expression in her eyes. “Hahahaha, you’re so lame,” she said after a moment. “But all right, I guess if you guys want me that bad. I mean, I guess I’m flattered.”

Meenah lunged forward again. “Who the shell wants you, fishbait?”

Aranea knocked their heads together again.

And for a perfect suspended moment, the whole world made sense.

_______

So, uh, probably you weren’t actually asking for ashen?

>Vow to find a new place to sleep and never enter your room again.
Wow! Way to be a boring, out of character dingus and end the game early! I hope you’re proud of yourself, I really do.

YOU ARE A WUSS.
THE END.

==>
It’s a headshot and an instant fatality! Success!
Unfortunately when the monster falls over, it falls over onto on your bed. And, for once on this island, the ram-beast is actually bleeding red. Eww… but at least you’re safe. (Although you can’t help but get the feeling you’re missing something? It’s weird, but you don’t think you did the right thing for the best ending. The main indicator of this is the fact that one part of the prompt never even made an appearance. Ah well.)

THE RAM-BEAST IS DEAD.
THE END.

>DODGE!
You preform an EPIC DODGE and the hoof just barely misses your head! Whew, that was a close one!

WHAT WILL YOU DO?
>AGGREVE! (Go to page 8)
>ABSCOND! (Go to page 10)
>ATTEMPT TO COME UP WITH A PLAN TO SUBDUE THE SAVAGE RAM-BEAST! (Go to page 1)

>AGGREVE!
You take out your pistols, take a shot and hope for the best!

==> (Go to page 6)

Oh wow. God wow. I'm absolutely speechless at how wonderful this is. Just... Ahh, wow!

Hi Eish baby, kisses! This is great WOW WHAT A CUTIE? Look at Eridan being all suave and stuff man, literally amazing!

>Stay calm.
Well… it hasn’t killed her yet, has it? Perhaps it would be best to avoid freaking out.
As you watch the grey lady dressed in blue she paps the creature and keeps making these weird shooshing sounds. The ram-beast gets calmer and calmer as she does it, before eventually falling asleep. She then looks over to you.
“Are you okay?”

What will you do?
>KISS HER. KISS HER RIGHT NOW. (Go to page 12)
>Wait, where did that thought come from? Anyways, say you're okay, and then ask her name. (Go to page 13)

Edited 2012-06-12 06:52 (UTC)

WHOA, thanks that is so cute and my heart is crying because my poor babies omg thanks, it's great!!!

>ABSCOND!
CAN’T ABSCOND, BRO!
As you turn to abscond the Ram-beast lands a fatal blow to the back!

YOU HAVE DIED.
THE END.

>What’s up with that?
IS THAT GREY LADY… HUGGING THE RAM-BEAST!?!

CRITICAL JUNCTURE!
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
>Stay calm. (Go to page 9)
>PANIC AND YELL OUT! (Go to page 2)

“There’s a big thing in the sky,” Nepeta says. She’s curled on the windowsill, her tail twitching without rhythm; there were birds sitting on the roof beneath Sollux’s, but they vacated the hot, still summer air when the ship arrived. It hangs in the air in exactly the way that bricks don’t, impossibly, ridiculously portentous.

“Great,” Sollux says to his computer screen. “Awesome. Perfect. You get back to me on that one.” He cracks his knuckles in an effort to regain his concentration - after all, his DPS is carrying the whole fucking raid and they can’t afford to be any shittier than they already are. He pushes his glasses back up his nose and turns up the Ventrollo volume.

Nepeta slides off the windowsill and creeps over to the high-backed chair that Sollux insists on calling his command thenter. He’s as oblivious as ever, at least until she rolls underneath the desk and starts pawing at his feet. She dodges a reflexive kick, then hoists herself into his lap; he shrieks like an overheated teakettle and bats at her face with his noodly hands until finally he realizes he’s beaten and just glowers at her over his glasses, adopting the preferred sulk modus of crossing his arms over his chest and slouching backwards. She puts her hands on his chest and stares at him, her pupils dilating. “There’s a big. Thing. Outside. Don’t you even want to look?”

“Hold on,” he hisses, and reaches around her to push to talk so he can mutter a sullen “afk” into his headset. Rather than getting up, he wreathes the chair in flickering red-blue psionic energy and shuttles it and its cargo around the maze of wires littering the floor and all the way over to the window. Nepeta squeaks with laughter the whole trip, and Sollux manages half of a smirk, showing a few fangs.

That is, he would have taken them all the way to the window. There’s a terrible ghastly silence, a terrible ghastly noise, and once more a terrible ghastly silence; the outer wall of Sollux’s respiteblock simply ends now in a glass-smooth slice. The sizzle of ozone polluting the air makes Nepeta’s nose tingle and twitch.

“Oh my god,” she says. “I told you.” She leaps out of Sollux’s lap; he grabs for her tail too late, and she almost goes over the edge in her eager investigation of the damage. She runs a claw along the sheared edge of the floor, then winces and puts the cut fingertip in her mouth. “It’s still hot. Also, sharp.”

“No shit.” Sollux stands and joins her at the edge, looking over; underneath, he can see some poor bastard that must have been standing at his window, because now the stump of his torso is leaning over the edge and dangling about a mile of intestine down to the ground. He stares down at Nepeta next to him and crouches to put an arm around her. When he hugs her to his skinny side, she looks at him with a question written on her face, but he just shrugs, and she nestles to his chest again. “So are we gonna die, or what? We should probably leave,” he says into her hair.

“What about your raid?”

Sollux’s blood pusher lurches like a runaway shopping cart. He struggles to keep from smiling as he tells her “I think this qualifies as an official RL emergency. BRB, murderous asshole aliens invading.”

“Then let’s go!” Nepeta almost trips him as she rushes past, her hand clutching his in a grip that turns his fingers a gross fishy-pale grey. He wheezes for breath as he tries to keep up with her, and if not for his psionics he’d have a dozen bloody noses on the way down the stairs. They reach the street, and there’s the stink of ozone again, so strong that he almost forgets that it feels like his arm has been wrenched out of its socket.

There’s fire everywhere. Most of the buildings on his block are in flames, or missing big parts, or both, and the broken bodies of trolls flung from their homes litter the street. The ship still hangs under the roof of the sky as though it’ll come down any moment, and it flings down tree-thick columns of energy like an angry god poking insects with a pencil. As they watch, it begins to disgorge smaller ships that rocket towards the city on blue torches. Sollux’s hand tightens in Nepeta’s.

“I don’t know about you,” she growls, bristling, “but I’m not going to let these jerks just wreck everything. Like this is even our first alien invasion! They don’t know what they’re getting into!”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Sollux lies. He had been scoping out the nearby manholes for hiding spots, but, well, if Nepeta is going to go off and get herself killed somebody has to keep her company. He takes off his glasses and wipes a dusty smudge off on his shirt. “Looks like they’re in for...”

“Don’t.”

Sollux slides his glasses back on. “Double trouble.”

“Why am I dating you again?”

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM [Dirk<3Roxy]

FILL: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

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

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

Re: FILL: Karkat<3Karkat

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

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FILL: TEAM GAM<>KAR

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

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FILL: TEAM TEREZI >3> VRISKA

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Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

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FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY