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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)
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All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

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sobs my two favorite genres

Oh my god that is AWESOME. Terezi looks so pleased with herself.

Eridan<3Sollux
And Now You Must Marry Me + abandoned architecture

Jade<3Rose - Steampunk + Post-Apocalypse

≧◡≦ thanks <3

John<3Rose - Western + Star-Crossed Lovers

(reply from suspended user)

A Mari Usque ad Mare
Being an Account of the Reign of Her Imperial Condescension, Sovereign of the Vast Sea of Stars, Her Affairs, and Her Life, Transcribed for the Edification of Later Queens
Book the Third, Chapter Fifteen: The Courts of the Mirthful
All Princesses would do well to endear themselves to he or she whosoever claims him or herself as the Grand Highblood. This figure, well known to all who walk the earth of Alternia's endless night, is often an indigo blood of profound stature, wit, intellect, and cruelty.¹ The Grand Highblood serves not only as the leader of the subjuggulators, but as a spiritual leader within the common religion of the indigo bloods, The Church of the Mirthful Messiahs. He serves as a beacon to whom all the indigo bloods look, who brings not only glory in battle but wisdom in peace. He is also a fearsome enemy to those who might oppose him, and is not one to be trifled with or to offend.
Once again an aspiring heiress might turn her gaze upon the glorious legacy of the Imperial Condescension, who held not only a strong and fruitful alliance with the Grand Highblood, but considered him her moirail, and often spoke fondly of him in her discourses. Excerpted below is a passage from her personal accounts of a visit she once paid him and his court in the year 4879 AT.²
The Highblood asked me to pay him a visit today, so I decided to acquiesce. Our time together is so limited, with his talons full of managing affairs planetside and my gaze stretched across galaxies. It will do me well to see the painted bastard.
I was glad to see he was well, and we greeted each other informally, simply embracing like the childhood friends we were before we became aware of our audience, at which point he offered me a smirk and greeted me in a more traditional manner. I was weary from the journey and requested he send his retinue away.
They scattered like dropped marbles, skittering away before they could rouse his ire.
I sighed and let myself melt into his massive arms. He cradled me like a ragdoll, gently papping my back and stroking my hair. He whispered my name into my ear, and I smiled, cooing his back. He can be a brute at times, but I would never replace him for anything. Besides, his brutishness is part of his appeal.
I made a grabbing motion, and he lifted me up into his arms to carry me off to the parlor. It was then that I saw her- a young indigo blood who had returned to spy upon our palest intimacies. He saw her too, and I knew then that I needn't say anything for her to suffer the consequences. My Highblood offered me a small murmur of apology and a peck on the forehead before turning to administer punishment.
She cried out, realizing she'd been caught, and turned to run. He caught her before she'd taken ten steps. She begged, pleaded, but he was uninterested, grabbing her by one curling horn and wrenching her head to the side with a sharp crack. At first I'd thought it was the sound of her neck snapping, and I was disappointed the show was over so soon. It was merely the cracking of her pathetic, brittle horns under his iron grip. He lifted her up by her unshattered horn, mindless of her babbling pleas for mercy as he traced the dark lines of her facepaint with a thick black claw that drew blood in its wake to pretty up her otherwise unremarkable face. He whipped her by her horn again, calling her a disgrace to the subjuggulators and making her start to cry in a most embarrassing fashion. It was obvious to anyone that she was flushed for him and hoped to get into quadrants. While I couldn't fault her for coveting such a fine specimen, he really was above her.
I don't say that just as his moirail.
Her other horn broke, and he drove its point into her cheek. She squealed like a hambeast, trying to fight him off. What a fool. I enjoyed myself as much as he as he slowly carved her to shreds with her own shattered horns, mocking her pathetic little red aspirations. Were he more a beast, he might have claimed her, but that restraint is what marks him as the excellent leader he is.
After he was done, we went back to his respiteblock, and he painted my face with her blood, which made me giggle like a schoolgirl...

1. While there may at times be a Grand Highblood who does not possess all of these qualities in their fullest realization, such leaders do not tend to reign for long, as the indigo blooded cultists, crude and foolish though they may be, will not suffer an inferior leader. In cases such as this, it is best to befriend the indigo blood who possesses these qualities, for they will most likely kill and take the place of the current Grand Highblood in a short deal of time, or shall rule with the current as their “fall guy” (to appropriate the colloquialisms of these roguish fellows) until such time that being in the possession of such a pawn becomes unnecessary.
2. Editor's Note: the original publication of A Mari Usque ad Mare was in the early centuries of the Condesce's rule. This visit most likely took place during the thirteenth perigee of 239 GCE, when she returned to Alternia to celebrate her victory over the Meiskian system.

Edited 2012-06-13 02:04 (UTC)

(Wow dude GREAT prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this one!)

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It’s dark inside the long-abandoned theatre, the only light coming in from small gaps in the ceiling. Sequins litter the floor in pink and black, mingling with bloodstains and the thick dust of an era long forgotten. The floorboards creak and the stage has fallen through. There are bullet holes in the curtains.

The orange work-jackets and blue helmets look frightfully anachronistic.

The leader of the demolition crew gives the place a once over, before turning back to the man with the detonator and giving the nod.

“This place ought to have been knocked down long ago,” he says.

---

After every show she goes to the bar in the lobby and orders a martini. Her dress is falling off her shoulders and it’s evident that she’s tired. Adoring eyes follow her as she slips out of the dressing room and into the crowd. They want her to sing again. She plays her part well, winks at the boys and makes sure they’re coming back tomorrow.

“Another night,” the bartender says, sliding across her drink. “Sick of it all yet?”

She shakes her head and grins at him. “Never gets old.”

He nods.

“Say, barkeep,” she says, leaning over the bench, “have you got a name?”

“Dirk,” he says, pouring champagne for another customer. “And you’re the famous Roxy Lalonde, aren’t you?”

She smiles at him. “Might be. Now tell me something, Dirk. How long do you think we have?”

He looks at her, confused. “How long until what?”

“Until they shut this place down. ‘Sonly a matter of time, isn’t it?”

She’s making him uncomfortable, and she knows it. He walks off to serve someone else, but it’s getting late now and the regular drunks have already exceeded their tabs for the night and are now distracted by the striptease. He has no excuse to avoid her questions.

“I don’t know about you,” she says, “but I want to fight. I want to fight the government.”

“Good for you,” he says quietly.

“I’m serious. We should take them on. You and me. They could come here any time, Dirk. Any night. They could shut us down.”

She takes a deep breath, as though what she’s about to say will be the most momentous line she’s ever uttered.

“We could die tonight.”

Dirk ignores her. She’s beyond tipsy, and she’s saying things she’ll regret in the morning.

“I’m serious.”

She reaches out across the bar and grabs his collar. “Let’s make love,” she whispers.

He gapes at her. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Like hell I don’t,” she says, and before he can even think of a way to disagree she’s climbing over the bar and dragging him off. “Someone else will look after this.”

Powerless to resist her surprisingly strong grip, he allows her to pull him to her dressing room. It’s evident who’s in charge here as she pins him to the chest of drawers and twists an arm behind her to unzip her dress.

He shakes his head. “I can’t do this, Roxy.”

“Why not,” she mumbles, kissing his neck, “you don’t wear a ring.”

“For good reason!” he exclaims, pushing her away. She rights herself quickly and scrutinises him.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay, but if we die tonight, I don’t want to... die alone...”

Dirk is overcome with pity for her. She’s depressed, she’s drunk herself into oblivion, and now she’s convinced that the government are coming tonight to bring the war to a head in one of the many faceless, illegal theatres. He rubs his temple and walks over to Roxy, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “No-one’s going to die tonight. I can promise you that.”

“Dirk, you don’t understand. I have a friend on the insi—”

He runs a hand through her hair to silence her. “No-one is going to die.”
Time passes slowly, if at all, and they spend indeterminate moments just standing there in Roxy’s dressing room, holding each other to forget their lives.

Neither of them could say how much later it was when the shouting started. It was nothing new – bar-fights were practically a given in this part of town. Dirk reluctantly pulls away. “I should probably go out there and sort this out.”

“Don’t!” Roxy says immediately. “Dirk, don’t you dare...”

“It’s my job,” he says apologetically, brushing past her and out the door.

“DON’T YOU DARE,” she yells, following him and latching onto his sleeve. “Don’t go out there, Dirk!”

But she can’t stop him this time, and is pulled along as he runs out of the backstage area. He’s going the wrong way – he doesn’t know this part of the theatre as well as Roxy, and he’s headed for the stage.

“No, this is all wrong,” Roxy mutters to herself. She’s finally let go of his sleeve, but she’s still following him. “You’re going the wrong way!”

He doesn’t hear her and runs out onto the stage.

It’s carnage.

She runs on after him, on the stage with a view of the whole theatre. The girls from the striptease are cowering in the wings on the other side, and in the stalls a brawl has broken out between the regular theatregoers and men in the government’s military uniform. They’re hitting people with the butts of their rifles, and here and there a few shots ring out, bullets pinging off the ceiling.

Roxy takes Dirk’s hand and walks to the centre of the stage.

She grabs the microphone and starts to sing.

Dave<3Jade<3John<3Rose, kidfic + wilderness survival narrative

jade<3karkat - cyberpunk + urban fantasy

For a few days, you think you're safe. You have the ship; cruise size, stocked with rations, the important artefacts of your childhood removed to a cabin. You have your guns. You have your dog; you have your grandfather's corpse.

You're not going anywhere, and that's the point. Nowhere is safe. There is no more news. If you want to know what's going on, you look outside, but there's the charm of living on an island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. Nothing is going on. They haven't found you yet. Your friends aren't so lucky. John stopped contacting you two days ago, Dave the day before him, and Rose, well--

TT: Jade, if you're still able to get these, I want you to know it's okay.
TT: They're not all unfriendly.
TT: I think John is alright.
TT: Tropes of our youth aside, we may survive this.
GG: :o
GG: rose!!
TT: I don't have much power left, Jade. My generator took a pretty big hit when they landed.
TT: It's only a matter of time before the rest of them find me. Mom is already gone.
GG: rose i wish i could come get you!
TT: Don't.
TT: What I'm trying to say is, don't worry.
GG: wow that's a load of bullshit if i ever heard one! or read one i guess! :|
GG: sorry rose but
15:29:03 -- tentacleTherapist [TT] has disconnected.
GG: oh no :(

The food is still good, even if you have to choke it down. You can see dim flashes of light across the sea, reflections of lasers on the masses of fog that have rolled in with the alien ships. They're huge and brightly colored, like giant, scary tropical fish. With guns. Way bigger guns than yours.

For a few days you and Becquerel are okay. You don't see any of their spaceships and you don't hear the wigwigwig of their lasers powering up, not like the first day, when they descended en masse, as if out of thin air. You sit below deck and let the ship drift, try not to go up unless you need to.

You play fetch with Bec in the hold and while he sleeps you work on grandpa's corpse, another monster to preserve. It's easier than you thought it would be. You've been trying not to think about it for years, because what kind of parent requests you preserve their corpse? A Harley, you guess.

You're elbows deep in his intestines when you hear it: the sudden booming hum of spacecraft, the cry of disturbed sea-birds. You take your time cleaning up and sealing the room, and you grab your best rifle, the one most comfortable in your hands. Bec comes without you calling him, and you go on deck to meet what is probably your death.

Death is grey faced and sweet, and standing on a spaceship floating in the water next to your boat. Her ship is the size of a family of whales. It's bright pink.

You raise your gun at her, and she laughs.

"Stop that!" she says. "I'm not," (she takes a breath, exuberant and gasping; it precedes the explosion of the next word,) "here to," (another breath, as if she's not used to breathing with her mouth) "hurt you!"

You don't trust her: she is grey; she has horns; there is a double ended trident taller than either of you. She is long limbed and yellow-eyed and has hair like an oil spill, huge and slick, falling down her shoulders.

She doesn't tell you her name or why she's here. She shouts every "h" and squeals and when she jumps from the stern of her ship to yours, both ships rock with the force of the waves she makes. She looms, a foot or two taller than you, and inspects things. Compliments your ship, your hair, your glasses, your height, the strength with which you hold your rifle.

In time, she tethers your ship to hers. No one else is on board her ship and if they are they don't come out. She takes food in--fish from the sea, blocks of crackers from your stores--for a pilot, her golden pilot. When you invite him out, she laughs. ("He's a bit tied down, sorry!")

EB: jade???
EB: hello?
EB: are you ok?
EB: are you alive?
EB: ok, well. get back to me when you see these!

You lose track of time when she kisses you. Time and you know there are things you should be taking care of; Bec lies at your feet, listening as she talks about home, how she's a princess and what she's going to do when it's her time to ascend. You don't really care but she promises, promises, hooks her long weird clawed pinky around yours and kisses her thumb and smiles with shark teeth, pointed razor fangs and pretty, soft lips. She promises she won't let anyone hurt you. You don't trust her.

You're not sure you trust yourself.

TG: yo jade everythings fine
TG: they left
TG: jade
TG: theres no way you died okay
TG: youre like sea bear gryllys or whatever
TG: bet you shot a bunch of aliens in the face
TG: you wont believe this but it turns out they were on vacation
TG: i know its fucking bizarre like ok lets go terrorize this small blue planet
TG: cause a massacre because we dont have good beaches
TG: bro went missing but hes back now
TG: he brought the internet back with him what a fucking hero
TG: four for bro coco lets hear it
TG: jade
TG: roses mom came back too
TG: were just
TG: are you there
TG: i
TG: we all miss you

Dirk<3Jake<3Jane<3Roxy
Lost colony + Bizarrchitecture

Cyberpunk + Greek Tragedy, for Davesprite<3Jade.

Go crazy! :D

Eridan<3Feferi
Everybody's dead + paranormal romance

I'm not even on the team but I love this! A+

terezi<3<gamzee sea story + body horror

This is perfect!

This is perfect and I can't stop laughing

Aradia<3<Feferi Princess for a dad + trapped in the past

equius<3karkat
historical au + children's story

Workplace Romance + Slice of Life John♥Rose♠Dave

Psychological Horror + Coming of Age Jane♣UU/uu

jade<3feferi
fable + zombie apocalypse

OH MY GOD I SWEAR THIS LOOKED MORE 'GRAFFITI' BEFORE I TRIED TO GLITCH IT...

I... this probably have nothing to do with what you were looking for, and I apologize in advance. I thought it was an 'easy task' to balance graffiti and glitch like styles. I was terribly wrong.

There's a more 'graffiti looking' pic here, but that doesn't really mean much /heavy sigh

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