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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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I would love some John<3Vriska
Wedding/Dystopia
(preferably art? can we request that??)

and Equius<3Aradia
Punk/Fantasy
pls and thank

You stumble through the door without looking at the number, slamming it shut behind you, and look around to see where you are.

"Kar." The whisper is coming from behind the long desk in what you see, as your eyes adjust to the dark, is the science lab. "Kar!" This time the top of a head, purple-streaked, lightning-horned and spikily pretentious, comes into sight over the front bench. "Over here."

Oh fuck. As if it isn't enough that your school's just been overrun by the walking dead, the universe has to take that extra dump on you and trap you in a room full of dead frogs and the so-far-out-of-your-league-he's-in-orbit object of the stupid, hopeless flushcrush you've been trying to discard since fifth grade.

"What the fuck are you even doing in here?" you hiss, ducking around the bench and shoving a stool aside to get under it.

"I was workin' on somethin', okay?" He sounds defensive, and that would make you suspicious if it weren't his default state, if Eridan Ampora wasn't the fairly elected Premier of Defensive, his only serious opposition for the post being you. He shifts over closer as you sit, taking up the space you were very careful to leave between you because you didn't want to look like you were hitting on him, god, who hits on people in the middle of a zombie invasion? (If they are zombies. You're not even sure, all you know is one of them looks a lot like the chem teacher who died last week and they all seem awfully interested in sucking vital fluids out of your classmates' brainstems, and you're not even going to talk about what they did to your lab partner's brother. You don't even like the guy, but fuck, that was harsh.) Besides, you don't want him to realise that not all of the candy-red blood splattered on your uniform comes from the humans.

"What kind of something? What could you possibly be working on that would make biology homework more interesting than, I don't know, not becoming George Fucking Romero's midnight snack?"

"Finding a vvaccine!"

Oh. You stare at him, and he smiles wanly back at you, and it's only as he puts a hand on yours that you realise his stutter's back. He spent sweeps working on getting rid of that, the weird way he would always stumble on his ws and vs and even though everyone ribbed him for it, you secretly hated that he stopped. It made you feel less alone.

You pull your hand back roughly so he can't feel your pulse racing, and hope it's dark enough in the lab that he can't see you blush.

"Ampora, that is the stupidest fucking attempt at heroism I've ever seen and as soon as they move on, we're getting out of here, okay?" You want to grab him by the arm and drag him out of the lab right now, but you can still hear noises in the corridor, so instead you draw your legs further in under the bench and if he's this hungry for physical contact, maybe you're not giving too much away by huddling against him. "But it was a really good thought."

He puts his arm around you in turn, and presses his lips lightly against the top of your, wait, what? That. That was a kis-

"Wwhat do you mean, a good thought, Kar?" He sounds smug, and you twist your head to look up at him as he continues, "I finished it."

"Then why the fuck are you still hiding in the lab like a rabbit with social anxiety disorder?"

"Just wwaitin' for it to take effect." He's grinning now, and his fangs look odd. Even sharper than usual and his face is still pale and now you think about it, his arm feels even colder than you expected from a seadweller and when he leans down to kiss you, so do his lips.

Take effect? You'd ask, but that would mean tearing yourself away from the moment you've dreamed of for sweeps and even you aren't enough of an idiot to do that, not when he's actually within reach. Damn, you feel dizzy, you didn't expect him to be such a good kisser and you certainly didn't expect to ever be in a position to judge, and when he finally pulls away, you can only stare up at him dumbly as he licks blood off his lips.

Red blood.

Fuck.

You try to squirm away, but his grip is like iron, like one of those things out there. "Oh god. Eridan, please, I -"

"Ssh, Kar." He presses a cold finger to your lips and you subside, shivering against his thorax. "It's okay, I alwways kneww there wwas somethin' different about you. But I'm beyond the haemospectrum noww, higher than all a them, and soon you're gonna be too."

"What." If your pulse was racing before, it's now doing an Olympic sprint against a hungry cheetah. "What are you talking about?" You're struggling for air and the room's spinning and your dizziness from the kiss never did go away... The kiss! "What did you do???"

"Wwhat I had to." You try to struggle again, but a wave of weakness washes over you, and you fall back against him. His voice is lazily satisfied as he explains, the stutter gone again. "The zombies are too strong, Kar. Too fast, too tough, too fuckin' hungry. We could never even get close to turnin' them back to what they were. But now we can be like they are, without losin' ourselves. Now we can fight back if we want. We can do whatever we want, you and me."

Oh god. Oh god no. He tips your head back again so he can stare into your eyes, and you wish you could blame your paralysis on some sort of mystical zombie hypnosis but you know it's your own stupidity, you let him kiss you, it's all your own fucking fault, it's always your fault. "No," you whisper, forcing the words through your dry squawkblister. "Please, no, Eridan you bulgeblistering moron, let me g-"

"I'm glad it was you," he says, stroking your hair, and your eyes close against your will. "I'm glad you were my second test subject, Kar, though I've gotta confess I don't know how well this next stage is gonna go. Sharin' body fluids is a tricky thing and if it doesn't wwork then I guess I'm sorry. But I couldn't just let you get eaten. Sol probably, maybe even Kan, but not you. You've got a better chance this way."

"Please -"

"Ssh," he whispers, kissing the rounded tip of your horn, and you shudder, though you're no longer cold. You're not warm either, just numb, and his voice is muffled. "You'll feel different about it when you wake up, I promise. I alwways did lovve you, Kar. And now I always can. See you on the other side."

If he says anything more, you don't hear it.

John<3Bro

Superhero-Steampunk

(Damn why can I not write for my own prompts?)

Roxy<3UU(uranianUmbra)
Biblical mythology (or any other religious mythology) + coming of age

pokemeowrails. c:

Equius' Rhydon almost exclusively uses Strength. Nep's Skitty's best move is Attract.

Edited 2012-06-18 15:23 (UTC)

Ah thanks! This is great! :D

Gamzee<3Jane
film noir + horror

The second you saw the one-wheeled devices rolling improbably down from behind the half-ruined buildings, each one manned by a clown with huge horns and a brighter, more ridiculous wig than the last, you knew you weren't getting out of this without making a mess.

"Come on," you softly urge your carapacian followers, trying to get them to huddle into a tight group behind you. They gather into bunches easily enough; the hard part is getting them not to look up. They usually scare easy, or at least easier than you, and like to break into awkward stiff-legged runs and end up getting into more trouble on their own than they would if they'd just stuck together. Fortunately, though, they seemed to finally be getting it.

So it's just you and the clowns, six of them by your count - no, you amend yourself, as the grandest and tallest clown of them all rolls out from behind a large rock and makes his way down as the others circle. Seven. And all you've got is... well, you. And your fists, and your rifle, and maybe a couple of carapacians who might be able to fight. Problem was that the little guys and gals had been so shell-shocked by what had happened to their city that they were having a hard time realizing that any of this was real, or something - you wish you could speak their language, sometimes! You'll learn it, if there's ever time.

Which there definitely isn't any of, right now. You're busy trying to think of a decent way to disable enough of the clown-trolls to clear a gap for you and your followers before they could stop you when King Clown, or whatever, rolls up and stops right in front of you. "Hey," he says, in a slightly loopy voice. "That's a motherfuckin' trippy scarf you got there."

You're not sure what you were expecting this guy to say, but that was definitely in your bottom five. "Thanks!" you say as brightly as you can manage while still keeping a tight grip on your gun. The other clowns are laughing around you, still circling, and you're pretty sure they're getting closer.

"Yeah," he says as if you hadn't spoken. He nimbly hops off of his unicycle and he leans in closer, and you smell... oh, man. You have no idea what you're smelling on his breath, but you're pretty sure he's gotten into some really, really, really good shit. "The motherfuckin' colors, man, they're all up and motherfucking in my eyes, you know? All like... bright and happy miracles."

"Miracles," the others around him echo. Now that you see them more closely, you can tell that only maybe half of them are actually trolls; the rest are humans all painted up to look like trolls, with fake horns on cheap-ass hairbands. Go figure. "Motherfucking miracles."

"Yeah," you say slowly, trying to remember what you've learned about dealing with druggies. Talk slow. Never make any fast movements. And whatever you do, don't take any of whatever they're on. "It's a real pretty scarf, isn't it? Got it a long time ago, from my... from my mother." It's true, in a way. You found it in the bunker after you woke up, and who else could've left it behind? You're still hoping to see her again, someday. Surely she's out here somewhere, in this crazy world of fire and rubble.

"Your... mother?" he repeats, cocking his head. His eyes darken slightly in confusion.

Oh, no. What's the right word? Your mind races. "My... I mean... my lusus!"

"Ohhhhh," he breathes. "Well. Motherfucker's gotta take care of his lusus. They take care of us, right? Been a real long time since I've seen mine." He looks a little maudlin. "But I'm sure he's safe. He's got a big motherfuckin sea to hide in."

"That's right," you agree, trying to stay as chill as you can manage. "They take good care of us, and sometimes that means they gotta go searching, right?"

"Hey, yeah," he says, brightening.

"Yo, Gamzee!" one of the humans in facepaint shouted, scowling behind the paint. "Are we gonna start with the robbing or are we just gonna have some kind of lame feelings jam all night -"

He didn't get any further than that, unless you count the scream of pain as one of the others - a real troll, if Roxy knew anything, and a big one - clubbed him in the leg. "Stop questioning the highblood," the troll calmly ordered him. "You were warned."

"Hey, yo, c'mon, brother!" He turned to look at the quarreling pair. "Look, now, I up and appreciate the motherfucking love, you know that, but why you gotta hurt him to show it?"

"He was making trouble," the troll said, uncertainly.

"We're all makin' trouble, brother. All a bunch of up-and-coming troublemakers, in the same spirit as the Mirthful Messiahs themselves. Now take him home and take care of his busted-up leg."

"Of course, highblood," the other troll says, chastened. Then - to your utter amazement - he gets off of his device and somehow manages to lift the human and both of their unicycles off of the ground and leap away, without even batting an eye.

Gamzee shook his head, with a strange wistful smile on his face. "There's a man who ain't learned the virtues of waitin' for the punchline," he says, "and a troll too busy bein' proper to motherfuckin' live it up. You an' your friends ain't like that, are you, sweet little sister?"

"Absolutely not," you say, and you even dare enough to tap Gamzee on the nose as you say it. He grins lazily as you pull your finger away. "My buddies and I, we've got the most righteous sense of humor you've ever seen."

"Oooh," he says. "Sounds as motherfucking beautiful as you are."

You smile, although you have to admit, you're kind of nervous. You've never had a troll hitting on you before, especially not one as crazy as this. Still, he is kind of cute, and you'd much rather flirt with a crazy drugged-up troll than have to hurt him. "How about you tell us all about your carnival, Gamzee?"

"Not til I know your name, little sister. Bad luck to not know a name for someone who knows yours."

"Oh, I'm so rude!" you say, pretending to be mortified, even including the palm against the face. "Call me Roxy, sweetheart."

"Roxy," he repeats. "Roxy. That's a right sweet motherfuckin' name." He turns and hollers to his friends. "Hey, listen up! We're gonna show Roxy and her family the same motherfuckin' hospitality we're gonna get when the Dark Carnival rises, you all up and get me?" You catch a few grumbles from the crowd of clowns, but for the most part they seem to be agreeing. You'll have to be on your guard. You really hope you can explain this to the carapacians! They're going to be SO confused.

"So, Roxy," Gamzee says, reaching out his hand to you. "Would you like to set up camp and hear some sweet motherfuckin' stories?"

You grin and take his. "Only if I get to tell a few."

He's really the goofiest, happiest troll you've ever seen. "Girl after my own motherfuckin' heart."

Karkat<3Nepeta
Paranormal Investigators + High School AU

wow I'm prompt spamming whoops

Tavros<3Vriska
dystopia + forbidden romance

Romantic Comedy + Science Fiction for John<3Rose

This is wonderful. So sweet and achy and desperate. I like this very much. :D

Ara<3Sol is one of my favourites that I don't write very much of, so I was glad to find this prompt! I hope you enjoy.

His breath steams in the cold air, more than it did when he was fully organic, and you watch it curiously. You're familiar with how your own mechanical body works, of course, but you haven't seen it from the outside since you were a spirit and those memories are hazy. (Your guardian has always insisted that they are dreams and false memories, glitches caused by the transfer of your consciousness, and while you're uncertain of the accuracy of his assessment, you've chosen to keep your objections to yourself.)

"Does it hurt, Sollux? I think it must, being like that. Nerves and cogs all bound up together. They must scrape something awful."

He can hear you, you think, but he can't speak. It takes time for a pilot to recover conscious control of his faculties after installation, speech being one of the last to come back.

"It's alright, though. I'm going to get you out."

--

"His modifications will take some time to stabilise," your guardian tells you. "He mustn't be moved until then."

"Isn't he in pain?" you ask.

"He will suffer more if he is moved prematurely," he says, and retrieves a screwdriver from his jacket. "And the intent of installing him is for him not to be moved at all. Now hold still."

--

Every night, as soon as you can get away from the laboratory, you return to the engine-room.

Every night, the great ship flies another parsec closer to your destination.

Every night, Sollux is a little more aware, in a little less pain.

But he still can't speak, so you speak for him. You whisper reassurances into his ear, comb out his hair, tell him about the stars he's slowly, agonisingly drawing you past. You lay your hand against his skin and let him feel the cold metal, and for a little while his feverish shivering ceases.

You think it helps. You hope it helps. You can't remember for certain what love feels like, but you know you'd like him to be happy.

When the dayshift begins, you have to leave him. It is the most difficult part of your day. You don't tell this to your guardian.

--

One night, on your way to the engine, you feel a shudder, and a worried-looking gentleman in lieutenant's braids rushes from a door behind you.

"Is there something wrong with the ship?" you ask him, and he turns to you, startled, taking in your rust-red dress, your long hair, your feminine features, and draws the wrong conclusion.

"You shouldn't be here, ma'am," he says firmly, and takes you by the arm, clearly with the intent of escorting you back to the passenger quarters.

You don't budge. "I'm the chief mechanic's ward, sir, I'm well qualified to be on this deck. Now please tell me, is there something with the ship?"

"That's classified, I'm afraid, ma'am," he tells you, and were you still alive, you would fume. You're fairly sure you remember despising obfuscation. "But we can't allow anyone near the engine room right now who isn't certified crew, I'm sorry, but you'll have to go back to your quarters."

You consider. You could defy him, but that would mean exposing your nightly expeditions, and you can't risk being discovered by your guardian. Not so far out of port.

With a frustrated sigh, you acquiesce to the officer's request. Sollux will simply have to do without you tonight.

--

He finds out anyway. You discover when he comes back from fixing the steam pipes that the lieutenant told him.

He calls you a f001ish child and grounds you for the rest of the flight.

You still sneak out when you can, but it's considerably less frequent.

--

He tells you to remain in your room as the ship comes into port. Naturally, as soon as he leaves to inspect the pipes, you make your move. You have one chance, and you're not going to waste it. You'll miss him of course, but that can't be helped.

You know the ship by heart, as you know his routines. It's easy to slip into the starboard engine room when he leaves for the port room, and in a mechanic's uniform, with your hair pulled back, you look enough like a crewmember to pass.

When the ship comes to a stop, they do a few more checks, and you slip behind a column as they leave him. When the door closes, you come back to find his eyes open. He has heterochromia, you're intrigued to discover, each eye a pleasing shade of red or blue.

"What's your name?" His voice is a rough whisper, but it's better than being trapped in silence.

"It doesn't matter."

"You were here every night. You tried to help me when these scum only cared what I could do for them. At least tell me your name."

"Why do you assume I have one?"

"You told me about your dreams." He sounds smug to have worked it out. "Automatons don't dream, so you have to have been a person once. So you have to have a name."

So he did hear you. You'd blush, if you still could, to think of some of the things you told him. "Aradia," you say, ducking around behind him to access the main lines. "And this is going to hurt, I'm afraid. If you could not draw the attention of the crew, I'd be grateful."

He screams anyway as you begin to disconnect the hooks and input lines, though his voice doesn't carry, and for once you're grateful to be a machine. It allows you to finish quickly, without stopping.

"Aradia what?" he asks as you pull him down gently from the pillar.

"Captor," you say, and lay your hand on his face, and he attempts a smile as he closes his eyes again. Until you're safely off the ship, he says nothing more.

I feel all warm and fuzzy now.

I think I need a second to collect my thoughts before I reply to this so that I don't ramble like a madwoman because thIS WAS JUST FUCKING PERFECT?
Like
Wow.
This is so great. I love you. Take my love. Accept it.

I.... Oh my god. THE STAR ON GRAMPA'S SHORTS. DIRK'S SHOULDER GUARDS. JUST EVERYTHING.
ALSJFDLKSJFLKSJ
I'm fucking dying over here. AIR? WHAT'S THAT?

Sollux<>Aradia, zombies and detectives.

Karkat<3Terezi, fairy tale and space cowboys.

Kanaya<>Eridan, high-school AU, soulbond.

(help)

Terezi<3Karkat
darkness + utopia

OH MY GOD

oh my god

This is so wonderful. :D

John<3Rose
body horror + outer space

W O W ty!!!

;u;
Thank you, it was lovely.

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM Dualscar<3<Mindfang

PROMPT: TEAM Dualscar<3<Mindfang

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM DUALSCAR<3PSIIONIIC

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

no subject

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

Re: FILL: TEAM ROXY<3JANE

Re: FILL: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO <3 DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM Terezi<3<Vriska

PROMPT: TEAM Terezi<3<Vriska

PROMPT: TEAM Terezi<3<Vriska

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

Re: unofficial discussion post: delicious

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT