BONUS ROUND 1

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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

1. 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.


2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!


3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.


4. Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

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.

If you have any questions, please ask them at the FAQ post here, or email them to us (homestuck.shipping at gmail). Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that we will see them in a timely fashion!

Comments

Re: FILL: team dave<3vriska

[kidscrappy]

Caddyl dear you are my favourite everything

FILL: TEAM DISCIPLE♥SUFFERER

[echo_delta]

Karkat Vantas stands in front of the office door, tilting back slightly onto the heels of his oxfords. Some kind of muffled ragtime ditty comes from inside. “Always with the old tunes,” Vantas ponders briefly.

“Jade Harley, P.I.” is printed on the door in professional, impartial black block letters. The writing underneath never strikes Vantas as odd, though – in a curly black script underneath is written “The Witch of Space.” It’s almost like a signature, pristine and perfect.

“Focussss” slides out of his suddenly gritted teeth. He fingers the rim of his fedora, as if he’s making sure it hasn’t vanished, takes a step forward, and knocks directly on the glass.

“Come in!” a jaunty voice calls back.

Vantas steps inside, expression flat but eyes darting everywhere. Vantas had seen a few offices in his day, but this one was, well, “different” is a good word for it. He’s seen it many times, but he always worries that one day it’s going to be completely different and throw him off. Office staples like a desk, chairs, and bookcases are accounted for, but The Witch of Space likes to make sure you know her skillset. Tiny planetoids hover near the ceiling, and Vantas hopes those don’t have actual inhabitants. The room is full of afternoon sunshine despite the late hour, and there doesn’t seem to be a source. The phonograph producing the music sits in the corner farthest from the door, within Harley’s reach.

Harley herself sits at the desk, hands in her lap, soaking in the music. Her dark hair stands in stark contrast to the white dog ears that seem to follow the playing music. Her cloche hat sits on the desk and not her head, but it certainly matches her dress – both are glossy and dark and covered in miniscule green sparks.

“Evening, Karkat! How are you doing?” Harley asks, grinning.

"Fine." Vantas shrugs. “Question: you remember Jack Noir, right?”

Harley blanches. “Of course I do. He owns the Derse nightclub, right? …Tried to kill me, right? He couldn’t go through with it for some reason.”

“That’s the guy,” Karkat smirks. His hand goes to his pocket and pulls out a pair of shades. They’re blood-stained. “Or, that was the guy.”

“Are you telling me you killed him?”

“Of course I killed him. Isn’t that the Knight of Blood’s job? It sounds like my job anyway.” Vantas slumps into one of the chairs facing the desk. “I hate the whole ‘damsel in distress’ concept, so I took care of it for you. We gotta look out for each other in this line of work, right?”

Harley is a bit solemn. “I – I’ve been afraid,” she admits, starting to chuckle. “Shouldn’t a Witch be able to take care of things herself? Thank you, good sir Knight,” Harley beams.

“No big deal.” Vantas shrugs, but then he smiles. “Also: drinks and dinner tonight? That’s the other reason I came over.”

Harley beams even brighter than before. “Is that a date? Of course, good sir Knight.”

((Ahhh I'm sorry I don't know what I'm doing and I was a bit subtle with the fairy tale theme! XD I hope it's okay!))

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

[veira]

Terezi<3Karkat

legal thriller + punk

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[kidscrappy]

Dystopian + Military, Karkat <> Sollux

PROMPT: TEAM FEFERI<3EQUIUS

[oreoassassin]

ooh let's see if you guys can do Musical plus Murder Mystery for Vriska<3Kanaya

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[kidscrappy]

Body Horror + Urban Fantasy, Vriska <3< Terezi

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[watchfob]

Rose<>Vriska
Found poetry (which I just discovered today and it's awesome???), alternate history

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE

[yucari]

Vriska♠Aradia - murder mystery + magical girl (mahou shoujo)

PROMPT: TEAM NEPETA<3TAVROS

[aspiringmathematician]

Vriska<3Kanaya
Zombie apocalypse+Road trip!

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[masumi_hijiri]

uu♥Dirk

Romantic Comedy + Paranormal Romance

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

[nextian]

+1????

WOW

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[murasakivie]

Eridan <3< Sollux

Body Swap, Sitcom

PROMPT: TEAM AR♥PM♥WV

[prospitian]

Slick♠Snowman, Magical Girls + Zombies 8)

haha i got a teammate to give me a pairing without any context and so you have this

Re: FILL: TEAM JAKE<3TEREZI

[nextian]

Unf and a half. I like that both Rose and Sollux appear to be thinking "girl look at that body"

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[masumi_hijiri]

John♥Rose♥Jade♥Dave

Road Trip + Horror

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

JOHN<3VRISKA

Westerns + Space Pirates

Re: FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3VRISKA

[masumi_hijiri]

ahhhhh this is so cute!

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

Dave<3Terezi

Fairy tale + Legal thriller

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

[nextian]

Those FRAUGHT PAUSES. Very well played!

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

[ruemasde]

Romantic Comedy and Historical for John <3 Vriska

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3Sollux

[musekicker]

Like to see something for Eridan<3Tavros.

Possibly something in the Wingfic! (hope that counts as a genre) and Biopunk.

Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[headlessbird]

YES THANK YOU THIS IS PERFECT
so lovely
so so lovely
whoa

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3JANE

[i2eve]

Aradia<>Sollux. Horror and Clockpunk.

Re: FILL: TEAM Eridan<>Rose

[eremiticantiquarian]

That's all kinds of adorable, and I love how you threw other characters in... especially the Kanaya bit! :3

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

There are things about him, subtle things that you can easily pick up in the slight stretches of his expressions and the tension of his hands, that set him apart from his Alpha counterpart. Moreover is the difference in his DNA, part binary and part avian wound together in tight strands that you automatically know are his genetic plasma makeup(and yours, to a much lesser extend), composed of ones and zeros in a sequence that make him up.

Sometimes the differences aren't at all blindingly bright. Because during that first year out of three, apart from the digital feathers and warm orange skin like tropical sunset drinks, you sometimes would forget that he wasn't Dave. Same sense of humor, same coolkid front, same porcelain mask tinted with orange to cover up everything that he was on the inside.

And then there were times when it would slap you in the face, hard and mercilessly, but you would not flinch away.

He's a game construct, a guide for players to follow down the rabbit holes and cross the chessboard to victory. He has codings, wireless internet connections linked to the fibers of his brain like additional receptors to the ones already in the cortex. A living, breathing computer.

And just like computers, he has bugs, and more commonly, viruses.

It's not the first time it's happened; boredom induced internet browsing of what was left of Earth's network and servers is sometime commonly used to pass the time. But this is the first time she's ever seen him hunched over in pain like this, agonized whimpers leaking through clenched teeth as a break in the spasms and violent heaving that has wracked his sprite body for the past half hour, over a cool toilet in a cramped bathroom, occurs.

It's a strong one; what is left of you that is a sprite tells you that much, and before your very eyes it hacks into his coding and it starts to break him down, pixel by singular, breathing pixel.

You keep him grounded with firm hands and massaging fingers on his shoulders, keep from truly slipping into the panic that you fear might be building up inside him as what keeps his hands solid begins to break apart, drifting from defined fingers to blurry squares and he loses his grip on the rim of the toilet and sinks to the floor, shedding feathers that disintegrate into sunset dust. He might've started crying at some point, as you kneel beside him all night, rubbing his shoulders and running your pale digits through his fine hair, but if he did, you knew better than to call him out on it.

His system recovers and quarantines the virus after an agonizing, sleepless four hours, the data that composes him pulls back together upon rebooting and you murmur 'It's OK Dave' over and over again, as everything begins to look OK indeed, and you squeeze his completed, glowing orange hand tightly once again now that it's not in danger of coming apart in a flurry and burst of pixels and sunburnt plasma.

Davesprite let's out the longest, heaviest sigh Paradox Space has ever seen, shuts his eyes as you croon to him, and you both spend the next day curled on the couch, sprite tail coiled around you carefully, and you both marathon a sitcom John had left lying around in his home.