hs_olympics | 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)
Entries 16+ in each post: 5 (per entry)

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

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Confession: I don't think I'm actually skilled enough with words to pull off stream of consciousness at all. So this is a flailing sort of attempt to do it but it was pretty fun to try. Thanks for this prompt!

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"Caged like we were animals and when we were forced to take up the labyrinth we brought ourselves to the king
in hopes that we would be free soon" but they looked at them and whispered like the north wind in the tune of lies and he said we would do whatever it took to stay together and i made a promise as a gentleman. i would never break an oath to her never on purpose; her light shivering fingers on him were enough to keep him from pacing like they were animals. So he was thankful to her once again, for being his balance instead of his cage.

When they were on display for the people in front of stone walls growing into the sky, he apologized to her for they brought themselves onto the mercy of the gold touched king and did not find it. But his is a promise kept, he thought, one made in my sleep-talk, one made in my silent wanting heart. I will watch her i will keep her safe i will peel the skin of the bull with my nail with my teeth until it is good and right for her always.

They took them into the maze and her dress was red-stiff like a stone and light as the breath pushed from their lungs as they ran and ran. what did they run from? he cant think of anything other than

"Asterion oh where is that damned beast? Stay close jane stay close" so cliche but they would understand and they would flee from the lack of surprise, the knowledge of thrumming of teeth and hard feet like horse hooves on the path--they only wish they could run on four legs, so fast until they were free and far. be unlike they ever could.

there is blood on their skin from where the gold cut them when his highness cut her for her sweet smell; a lure, a sprinkling of sugar on a shelf.

"You watch now, Jake," the cakes and breads of a maid, her spoon on his silver tongue.

"They look absolutely lovely miss you know your--"

Her tender blood for the bait, it is too bright on her. He touched it with his lowest voice in worship and knew fatalism in his actions in all possible meanings. He thought to himself she was the finest dame. he sees a true goddess in her. Blasphemy be dammed.

Jake sometimes fancies himself a perfect gentleman and truth is: a lowly peasant in the city could still be a golden boy-king in his own right but not the one that would have their ratted corpses on display, proof of sacrifice, bring them into the court for the "good" of the people--for their sick cruel joy at watching the boy fall from the sky into the sun and sea and for the way they cried at the drawing of their death-laced names, "Please, not ours, don't let the names be ours."

the drowning of the winged boy was nothing like the present drowning of their bodies in the shadows of the prison he built. Calm your heart it is a running rabbit loud and fast in the field of veins it will call to it like a suitor. "I don't understand how it knows." "Please dont think of it at all run run run with me now"

There is luck and hope in the bend of the path, a small safety of a wall with fingernail claws writing out stories and a hollow "It's temporary, you know," quiet, soft in voice and skin. Hush i will protect the blue in your eyes i made a promise we will be together. Last and hide. gods if it can smell it on her...no. We will stay your colors will say life always "You keep me alive." six nights. seven days.

always

When they inevitably kissed their death and kissed each other, they welcomed the twists and turns of their prison into their young hearts and they

they were just like animals and against one-half, pressing their lips together a goodbye taste of pure sweetness put into a vessel unlike any they had known. A long-time frozen urge lost to fate, to another universe, lost in a maze and the swears, the oaths,

the promises, stuck in cold earth with the last of hope and life ravished by snarls and hazy incisors too big for its wide bull mouth,
but kept.

SCREAMS

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