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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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Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
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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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All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

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AHH NO, IT DEFINITELY WORKS AND I LOVE IT.
I absolutely adore the idea of the Dolorosa being a caught mermaid (//u3u)

Thank you so much!!

I would love it if some awesome person did a post apocalyptic and fantasy for Dirk<3Equius~

Aradia<3Equius, Rule 63 and dystopia?

Tavros<3<Karkat medieval + mythical creatures

"Hold still," she fusses at you, and dabs at your neck with a moist alcohol towelette.

Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you are currently YOUR MOIRAIL'S LUNCH.

"Ow!" You yelp at the sudden sting of fangs on your neck, but you don't bat her away. She needs this. "Rotten festering fuck!" She's snapped her jaws on you a little harder than she usually does, and fuck, that hurts. It'll probably leave a bruise.

"I apologize." Kanaya at least has the good sense to look chagrined. "I skipped breakfast this morning."

You sigh and tilt your neck back towards her, grumbling, "You gotta stop missing meals. It'll throw your blood..."

Is blood sugar still a problem for rainbow drinkers?

"...Your blood whatever off."

"I will be more careful," she promises. "Now hold still." Kanaya smiles and closes her lips over the punctures in your neck again, much more gently than before.

"Do you guys have to do that in the cafeteria?" Vriska whines. "Come oooooooon, some of us are trying to eat!!!!!!!!"

You flip her off with both hands while Kanaya continues drinking, and she shoots the plastic from her Capri Sun straw at you.

Tavros<3Equius, old west/horror

I would LOVE some..

Roxy <3 AR : medieval + time travel

(okay looking back at this prompt now, I don't know if it's exactly what you were looking for D: hopefully this satisfies)

Twenty Things You Learn Your Junior Year:

1. People who hated you last year will still hate you.

2. They will still push you into lockers, they mainly being Meenah Peixes, and whatever guppies she can scare into doing what she says.

3. Meenah, when cornered, is much smaller than she looks when your positions are reversed. You tower over her. The whole affect of her – hard punk princess with not as much a chip as a city block on her shoulder – is reduced. Her makeup is less harsh. You notice one of her nose rings has a tiny gemstone set in it, fuchsia-pink and sharp.

4. You learn that she gets nervous.

5. You learn that she uses watermelon chapstick. You learn how to taste it on your lips.

6. Meenah’s house is huge, even for your neighborhood. She invites you over, ostensibly to do homework, but that’s a ruse, naturally.

7. Her sheets are very soft.

8. When you tickle her behind her right ear, and in the crook of her left arm, she yelps and bites and laughs so hard she chokes.

9. She’s got impeccable grammar, if she needs it. Her fish puns are mere ornaments.

10. Fish puns are glubbing contagious.

11. People are going to give you weird looks when you walk around the halls holding hands, and not just cause you’re girls, but because you’re Meenah and Aranea, and this is outside the normal acceptable parameters of Reality As We Know It.

12. You learn that you really don’t give a fuck.

13. It’s insanely simple, cheating off of Meenah in math class.

14. She thinks it’s hot, when you cheat off of her.

15. This leads to a rather embarrassing moment, when you learn that janitor’s closets are not, like every fictional media had led you to believe, rarely utilized for anything other than making out.

16. You learn that detention is a lot more fun that it should be, when Meenah’s there.

17. It's easy to sneak out of the school, when the teacher's back is turned.

18. It's even easier to break into her (silent, endless) house.

19. Meenah's bra is, like everything else about her, loud and abrasive. Polka dotted, too. A bright terrible green.

20. You learn that when she whispers your name it sounds like a curse.

John<3Rose<3Dave<3Jade, harem anime + domestic sitcom

I decided to go for a fanart because this prompt was just too perfect. I'm sorry if it isn't that good...

http://tinypic.com/r/2itifyu/6

the html to make it visible here wasn't working, maybe it's a bit too big? Just click and have a look...

gosh I didn't know how badly I wanted this until you prompted it. I had to stop myself at the first plausible conclusion I could find or it would have tried to be an epic. ;;

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You've been seeing the doom coming for so long that when you first see the flicker of something else could happen here you don't believe it. This whole revolutionary ride has a clear ending, where SL dies and the rest of you are fucked, and with your visions you've known that from the start.

Until suddenly one night you don't know it anymore. You believe it, you expect it, you're sure it's the most likely ending, but you don't know it. You grit your teeth against the hope because hope always betrays you but you can't shut it out entirely. It dogs your footsteps as you work with the others, recording SL's sermons and uploading video clips, hacking into public systems to start playing his message of spectrum equality in the commercial break between blackrom dramas. You divert nutritive supplement shipments and the four of you distribute them in secret to inhabitants of the brown quarter. You keep one step ahead of the ruffiannihilators and tell yourself you're not looking for a way out.

You're lying to yourself through your overgrown, speech-mangling teeth.

It happens when you're sure you're all fucked, racing half-blind through the maintenance tunnels with a cadre of blueblooded killers on your heels, doom leaning in to grab the whole lot of you even while you unleash your psionics to blast them any time you can, and DC cuts down anybody who gets close. SL cries for the assholes, even as they're trying to kill all of you, and part of you wants to shake him for being too fucking nice but most of you is humbled so much you can't even speak. How does anyone feel that much compassion?

You blow the grate off the end of a tunnel and accidentally, coincidentally, knock a pair of hunterrorists off their hoverbikes. The timeline splits so hard you choke. The blue path goes where you've always known this was going. You take the red.

"Thplit up," you say, grabbing SL's wrist and pulling him onto one of the bikes with you. "Go to ground."

The ladies grab the other bike and they're peeling out almost before you've finished talking. You gun the engine of yours and SL locks his arms around your skinny waist and you take off in the opposite direction.

You're pursued, of course. As soon as they figure out what's happened they send drones to follow you, drones and more highbloods, baying for your blood. You try to outfly them, try to shoot them down with your psionics. "You idiot," SL yells in your aural, "let me drive!"

It's not a pretty maneuver, trading seats in midair, but you're both pretty damn motivated. You pull it off. He drives. You shoot.

He swerves back through the Capital, the crazy bastard, making a show of himself, and you would wring his neck if you weren't sure he was doing it to get attention away from DC and DL. You knock pursuing drones out of the air instead of yelling at him, and when you get close enough you take a potshot at the Hall of Justice, knocking some ancient legislacerator statute to its crunchy demise on the sidewalk far below. Your head pounds.

When you've made enough of an impression for SL's taste he wings outward, away from the city and across the water. Pursuit starts to thin as you get away from the city, but you're also slowing down, and one of the drones clips the bike's engine before you can knock it away.

The bike wobbles, dips, starts losing altitude at an alarming rate. SL uses language you frankly thought he didn't know. "I've got it," you tell him, raising your voice to be heard. "Keep going!" You're losing the last of your pursuers now, so you can put more of your energy into keeping the bike aloft.

He takes you at your word, and the two of you fucking go. With power amplifiers, psionics like you fuel starships. With just your own talent and the desperate desire to live? You can damn well keep a hoverbike in the air for a while.

The bike skims over dark water, a blacker shadow against the waves. The air is cold, and the wind cuts through your clothes. How far to land? You're not sure. You're almost certain the bike wouldn't float if you brought it down for a careful landing, and even if it did, you'd be easy prey for seadwellers, troll or otherwise. The endless motion is hypnotic, almost a distraction from the way your body is telling you in no uncertain terms—nausea, throbbing headache, that awful metal taste in the back of your mouth—to stop pouring your energy into the hoverbike's engine and save some for yourself. You lean against SL's shoulder and ignore your body's complaints. There'll be time enough to rest once you've gotten him somewhere safe.

"Hey," he says at some point, "how are you doing back there?"

You tell him that you're fine. The words sound a little far away. He says something back that you don't catch but it sounds dismayed, so you tell him again that you're doing all right. You think you do, at least. Your tongue feels sort of sticky. At some point you've closed your eyes and that seems like a good plan. SL takes hold of your wrist and squeezes. You hum.

The next thing you're aware of is a horrible series of rattles and crunches that jar all of your bones loose, make you feel like a sack of dice being shaken for luck. You make a noise like a dying bleatbeast as your momentum grinds out its death throes and slide down off the bike and land on something with a little more give than payment. SL is apologizing and he sounds panicked so you try to tell him it's fine and you're still friends, but you've really overdone it this time and you feel awful, and you're not sure if you make any sense.

You black out.

When you wake up your head throbs and your mouth feels like that dying bleatbeast is still stuck in it. You swallow a few times to try to get the sticky feeling out of your throat, then make yourself sit up and peel back your ocular guard flaps.

"Oh thank fuck," SL says, and you turn toward his voice before you're really processing anything. "I wasn't sure what I was going to do if you didn't wake up."

You blink a few times and try to take stock of your surroundings. You're in a cave, slick and jagged walls of black stone around you. SL's cloak is draped over you and he's sitting just out of arm's reach. Beyond him there's the flicker of a small fire.

"We made it to land," you say, and wince both at the effort of talking and at how painfully inane that statement was.

"Yeah," SL says. "You got us here in one piece." He scoots over and reaches out to brush your hair off your forehead. Against all reason that makes your headache more tolerable. "How are you feeling? You want some water?"

"I feel," you tell him, enunciating as clearly as you can, "like fried asth. Refried, even." He laughs really quietly, this gentle sound that you know isn't laughing at you. "Water would be good."

He hands you a bottle. "Be careful with it," he says. "I don't know yet how hard it'll be to get more."

You nod and then wish you hadn't. Your brain is determined to exact revenge for being so hellishly overworked. "What'd I mith by being a vegetable?" you ask before you drink.

SL runs his fingers through his hair and tugs on it a little. It's one of his putting-my-thoughts-in-order gestures and it always makes you want to hold his hands so he won't cause himself even that little bit of pain. "We're on an island," he says. "Not sure how big it is, didn't get all that good a look while we were crashing. I don't think it's inhabited, or at least, I didn't find any signs of trollish life near here. I dragged the bike under a tree to make it less visible from the air, but it's fucking heavy and I was more worried about getting us out of the open before the sun came up. We have the water bottles and some nasty grub jerky from the bike's saddlebags, and after that...." He huffs a sharp exhale and squares his shoulders. "After that I don't know."

The water helps to make you feel like a real live troll again. You stop yourself at half the bottle, though. "Ith it nighttime again?" you ask. Silly question. He's awake, so probably, right?

"Yeah," he says. "You think you're up for coming out to take a look around?"

"Okay," you say. "Yeah." You get up with only one false start, and you have to duck a little bit to avoid banging your horns on the roof of the cave, but you follow SL around his campfire and outside.

The first thing you notice is that the air smells weird. Salt and some kind of flowery smell and no exhaust at all.

The second thing you notice is holy fuck there are a lot of stars. You knew that intellectually, obviously, and of course with the smog and the streetlights and the neon and everything visibility in the capital was bad, but wow. You stand there for a second just looking up at the sky, conscious of SL standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you, being your warm anchor when you have a moment of falling-up-into-endlessness vertigo.

The third thing you notice is that you don't feel doomed at all.

You take a deep breath. You think you could get to like the air here. "Firtht, we find more water, right?"

"Seems like the best place to start," SL says. You turn to look at him and he's completely fucking beautiful under the starlight, and you're both alive, and if you have anything to say about it you're both going to stay that way.

You take his hand. "Then let'th go."

-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] opened a memo on board "TEAM NOSFERATU" --

CG: OKAY.
CG: SO UNLESS YOU HAVE BEEN COMATOSE AND/OR PUPATING FOR THE ENTIRETY OF OUR SPORTS SEASON, YOU ALL SHOULD KNOW THAT TOMORROW IS
CG: THE BIG GAME.
CG: SORRY, I MEANT TO BREAK OUT THE BOLD TAGS FOR THAT ONE: THE BIG GAME.
CG: SO AS THE TEAM CAPTAIN AND YOUR LEADER, I AM OBLIGATED TO GIVE YOU WORTHLESS WASTESACKS A "PEP TALK."
CG: IT WILL NOT BE AN ENJOYABLE EXPERIENCE SO I THINK IT IS BEST TO GET IT OUT OF THE WAY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
CG: IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING? OR AM I SIMPLY WASTING PRECIOUS SECONDS OF MY LIFE THAT I CHOSE TO SACRIFICE WHEN I CHOSE TO PARTAKE IN SUCH A POINTLESS TIMEWASTER COLLECTIVELY KNOWN AS "THE SPORTS."
GA: I Am Here Karkat
CG: SEE EVERYONE. THAT IS TRUE LOYALTY. THAT IS TRUE DEVOTION TO THE WAY OF THE SPORTSBALL.
TT: I suppose I am obligated to announce my presence in this discussion, too, so that we may get this formality over with as soon as possible. Like you said.
CC: I'm )(-ERE TOO!!
CG: OKAY. GREAT.
CG: SO AS YOU ALL KNOW, OUR ADVERSARIES IN THIS FINAL HOUR OF COMPETITION ARE THE DOUCHEFUCKS COLLECTIVELY KNOWN AS THE SKAIA HIGH WOLVES.
CG: AS WE, THE ALTERNIA HIGH SCHOOL NOSFERATU, HAVE A RIVALRY WITH THESE GUYS THAT IS AS LONG AND TORRID AS A MUSCLEBEAST'S BULGE, WE KIND OF HAVE TO WIN.
GA: If I Could Submit A Request Karkat
GA: That You Please Refrain From Telling Us Everything We Already Know
TT: Torrid is a good word, but Kanaya has a point.
TT: Are you really planning to go over stuff we have had pounded into our meagre little minds since the championship matchup was decided more than a week ago?
CC: Yes, PL-EASE stop wasting our time that could be spent practifishing or somefin!
CG: OK, NO, SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.
CG: I JUST CAME HERE TO SAY THAT
CG: SINCE IT IS THE FINAL GAME OF THE SEASON AND FOR SOME OF US, THE LAST SPORTSBALL GAME WE WILL PLAY EVER BEFORE WE GRADUATE
TT: Indeed.
CG: THAT I THINK IT'S TIME TO USE OUR SECRET WEAPON.
CC: 38O
CC: R----EELY?
CC: Are you S)(OR-E that's within the RUL-ES?
CG: NO. I'M NOT.
CG: BUT WE'VE BEEN WAITING ALL SEASON FOR THIS, AND WE HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE EXCEPT OUR DIGNITIES.
GA: And The Championship
CG: YEAH.
CG: BUT IT'LL BE WORTH IT TO FINALLY TAKE A BITE OUT OF THOSE SKAIA DOUCHEBAGS ONCE AND FOR ALL.
CG: WHICH REMINDS ME. LALONDE.
TT: Yes?
CG: I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME SORT OF HISTORY WITH STRIDER.
CG: PLEASE, DON'T ELABORATE, I'D MUCH RATHER CLEAN MY EARS WITH A PRECISION DRILL THAN HEAR ABOUT YOUR ASSUREDLY SORDID BACKSTORY.
CG: JUST. DON'T LET IT GET IN THE WAY OF YOUR GAME. GOT IT?
TT: Roger that, captain.
CG: RIGHT.
CG: I'LL SEE YOU GUYS ON THE FIELD TOMORROW.

-- carcinogeneticist [CG] closed memo. --

-- turntechGodhead [TG] opened memo on board "team skaia wolves" --

TG: ok
TG: so theres a game tomorrow
TG: lets win
EB: ok!
AG: Ok!!!!!!!!
CA: fine
TG: cool

-- turntechGodhead [TG] closed memo. --

--

"And we're here, folks, for the morning of the big game! I'm so glad everybody could drag themselves out of bed at the bright and early hour of 5 AM in order to witness this super exciting sports event! Isn't that right, Jake?"

"...Jake?"

"My co-announcer is asleep, ladies and gentlemen, but that's okay! I'm sure he'll wake up eventually. I mean, he did hit his head pretty hard on the steps coming up to the announcer's podium, but he's survived tougher stuff before, so no worries! I, Jade Harley, will gladly cover today's super thrilling game of sportsball! And here come the Nosferatu, straight from Alternia! Heeeeey, Kanaya! Doesn't she look adorable in that black and white uniform, guys? Kanaya!! Hey! Go on a date with me! Ladies and gentlemen, Kanaya just flipped me off. Guess I know which team I'm rooting for, and it's not you guys!"

"And here are the wolves! What a great team, with a much better mascot, too! Look at Dave, miraculously not tripping over his feet this time! And there's my brother and his sorta creepy girlfriend! And there's Eridan! ...I don't have anything good to say about Eridan, actually. Go fuck yourself!"

"The teams are lined up along the center line, folks. The ref is rolling the ball into the center. 3, 2, 1, and they're off! Look at that, Karkat and Eridan both dived for it at the same time and knocked their heads together. Somebody call a paramedic! Oh, and it looks like Vriska's seized the ball and is sprinting towards the enemy goal while everybody's distracted. Go, Vriska! Oh, but the Nosferatu are on the defense, and here comes Feferi brandishing her bat. Ooh, that's gotta hurt, folks! Now Kanaya's got the ball and she's running back down the field... Karkat is yelling some kind of signal!"

"I... I can't believe my eyes! She's speeding down the field so fast, nobody can catch her! Faster than any human or troll I've ever seen! There's only one creature in the world that's that fast... hold on, everybody, I have to clean my glasses to make sure what I'm seeing is real... yes! It is real! The Alternian Nosferatu are all vampires!"

"There's gotta be some kind of rule against that, but since Jake's asleep I can't send him to check the rulebook for me. Anyway, the refs don't seem to be doing anything-- either this is within the rules, or they've all hypnotized them with their vampire powers! Whatever! They're running laps around the Wolves! And Rose has got the ball... she's running towards the goal... she shoots! She scores! Ten points to the Nosferatu! Jake, wake up!"

"They're all lined up in the middle of the field again and... oh? What's up with the Wolves? Could it be that they've got a secret of their own that they've been hiding?"

"..."

"...No, they don't, they're just ordinary humans and trolls. My brother's got the ball, but Feferi quickly snatches it out of his hands with vampire speed! She runs it down the pitch... passes to Rose... it looks like Dave Strider is the only thing standing between the Nosferatu and another ten points!"

"Wait, what's Rose doing? She just put down the ball..."

"She's..."

"Oh my god!!"

"...But I thought they were siblings?!"

"Wow, what even."

"Looks like Karkat's yelling something at her. The refs have woken up from their hypnotism. Ladies and gentlemen, there are cards being thrown all over the field! Everybody is getting kicked out of the game! On both teams! Well, it looks like this is it, folks. It's been great commentating for you! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to drag my grandson-slash-grandfather somewhere safe and wait until we're safe from vampire attack."

"Have a nice day everybody, and happy sporting!"

Edited 2012-06-15 04:49 (UTC)

Feferi<3<Jade noir + pinup

“Hey, girl,” Roxy said. “How’re you feeling?”

She scratched the cat on her lap under her chin, who purred in response.

“Ready to say something?” the girl asked. She was ready for her pet to become her Companion. Similar to the old concept of a familiar, Companions served as protectors, confidantes, and friends to their humans.

The cat blinked up at Roxy. “Prrrrrrroxy,” she said.

“Hn?”

“Hello,” the cat purred.

Roxy pulled the cat up in a big hug. “Hey, Nepeta.”

+image :)

ajsdkjdkj thank you this is perfect! :'D

Dad<3John, drama and historical period [like ancient rome or 1920's or somefin]

Thank you! I feel like she would make a pretty ace ausptistice.

omg yes

Oh wow, this is especially lovely. There are a few lines and bits of imagery that really stood out to me - With power amplifiers, psionics like you fuel starships being a big one, and the whole thought of him having vertigo from feeling like he's about to fall up into the stars.

How about some Dave<3Jade medieval mix-up with some steam punk?

gdi dreamwidth it should say eridanSPADESfeferiHEARTsolluxDIAMONDeridan if it messes up with comedy and slice of life

Oh, this is awesome, I love them, Meenah with her fuchsia gemstone stud and Aranea with her accidental fish pun habit.

(Also, whoops, just noticed I forgot to title the prompt. It was Team Terezi <3< Vriska, if any mod is feeling super diligent.)

There was a fairy in the alleyway.

There could be no other word for it, although she was rather larger than the stories made them out to be and it was slumped against a wrought iron grate that should have been burning her flesh if the stories Rose had read were right. The grey skin and horns were something of a surprise as well. But the shimmering red wings at her back spoke of no other type of creature, real or imaginary.

"Clearly I've been spending too much time at Mother's factory. The fumes are giving me visions," she said dryly, pressing a hand to her forehead. Or perhaps her mother, seeking to teach her the joys of a midday tipple, had somehow slipped her absinthe while she was at the factory cheering the workers with tunes from her violin as a passive-aggressive jab at the fact that her mother's workers may be anything other than perfectly content working their days away under such a wonderful taskmaster. Rose wouldn't put it past her. Her mother's mind worked in strange ways; good for making her the brilliant machinist who had brought their nation everything from passenger liners which sailed smoothly in any waters to phonographs small enough to carry everywhere--"So it will be so much easier for everyone to hear you once your playing becomes famous, darling," she'd said in front of an entire crowd when she'd announced that one, putting her temporarily well ahead in their age-old battle--but didn't always lead to the best parenting skills.

The fairy shifted at the sound of her voice, and cracked open yellow eyes shot through with streaks of red; bloodshot or simply how a fairy's eyes were meant to look Rose couldn't have said. "Help me," she whispered, and though she looked weak enough for even something as simple as speaking to be a chore her voice was soft and light and musical. It would be, Rose thought in unexpected non sequitur, a lovely accompaniment to her playing.

"I'm afraid that consorting with hallucinations is generally considered a bad--" Rose began.

Only for her words to be brought to a sudden stumbling halt by a simple, "Please," and a delicate hand reaching out towards her. When the fairy saw that it had effectively stopped her dismissal, at least for a moment, she went on, "Please. You're the only one who's stopped. I can't stand it, this sunlight, this air. Please. I'm meant to be done with dying."

Though it really was a bad idea to give visions too much of your attention, Rose was sure of that, she found herself closing the distance between them in spite of herself. As she got closer she could see that here and there the fairy's skin was blistered as if burned and her whole body was trembling faintly. And, figment of her imagination or not, Rose found her her heart moved by pity.

"Very well," she said, pulling her scarf from her neck and wrapping it around the fairy's head until nothing but her eyes could be seen. "My house is in a forest. There will be fresh air, at least, and we'll see if the shade from trees suits you better than the type the edifices in the city provide. If you can stand the stench of gin and perfume in my mother's hovermobile long enough to reach it, at any rate."

She helped the fairy hoist herself to her feet, her body so light that it was an easy task even though Rose had never considered herself especially strong. But before she could begin leading her towards the factory the fairy grabbed her hands between both of her own and fervently murmured "Thank you."

The look of intense gratitude in those red-streaked eyes brought Rose up short once more but she did her best to shrug it off, weakly responding, "Yes, well. My mother always did say that I have a weak spot for strays I've found in alleyways."

Welp. I went to go add a little on to this and wound up writing about 2500 words, so it looks like I have no control over this and it's turning into a full-blown AU. In any case, I won't be posting the rest of this here. My AO3 is under the same name, and that's where I'll be posting it if anyone's interested.

Good. Let the angst flow through you.

Thank you - I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much.

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

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PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

PROMPT: Team Dave<3Karkat

FILL: TEAM Rose <3 Sollux

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM [BRO<3DAVE]

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JANE<3ROXY

FILL: Team Dave<3Karkat

FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

FILL: TEAM JOHN♥DAVE

PROMPT: Team Dave<3Karkat

Re: PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

PROMPT: TEAM Dad<3Roxy

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Re: PROMPT: TEAM JANE<3ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

PROMPT: TEAM [John<3Vriska]

PROMPT: TEAM Dad<3Roxy

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM Aradia<3Equius

Re: FILL: TEAM Roxy<3Dirk

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY