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

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[beblueberry]

rose<3kanaya, magical girls + anthro(furries)/species-swap

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[dottianne]

Kanaya<>Vriska: Horror + Magic

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

[shinigamishi]

(Sorry if this isn't fluffy enough. I can't seem to keep some amount of angst away whenever Davesprite is involved.)

******

"What's with the plush shreds?" You ask upon finding Rose lounging on a massive pile of ripped apart scalemates. You sort of feel stupid, because this is the first time you've really spoken to her in three years and you ask her about plushie carnage.

"It's become something of a habit. The trolls find themselves calmed by the presence of large piles of various objects. They hold 'feeling jams' in these piles, in order to unladen emotional baggage. Care to join me?"

You watch her for a moment. You can still read the things she's not saying, even though she's not your Rose and you're not her Dave. You can hear what she's really saying behind the nonchalant inquiry: "Please talk to me."

So you float over and plop down on the pile next to her. You fall into old habits and withdraw a bottle of alcohol from your sylladex, "Drink?"

It hits you instantly that it might've been a mistake. It took Rose weeks to cave in and drink anything from her mom's house before.

To your surprise, though, she nods. You pour her a drink and hand it to her, watching her more closely.

"I believe this is the first time we've spoken," she comments casually, but you can see... hurt? "You never came to see me that day. You didn't pester me either."

You don't know what to say, but it's Rose and you know she'll pry it from you somehow, so you just speak the truth. "I felt guilty."

"For leaving me behind?"

"Yeah..."

"I... she... understood that it had to be done," she says after a moment.

You're silent, unsure, but she continues before you can wonder too much and get lost in your thoughts.

"Your advice worked. I remember bits and pieces," she takes a sip of the alcohol. She grimaces almost unnoticably before taking another.

You're relieved. And you're furious that you're relieved. Because on the one hand she shouldn't have to remember those hellish four months, but you're glad that the Rose you left behind isn't really dead. You're glad she remembers the times you spent in her house, drinking and talking.

You down your glass.

"I forgive you, you know." Rose says quietly.

Your eyes sting. You pretend it's from the strong alcohol you just gulped down. But she knows better, and she takes your hand and squeezes it gently.

You unceremoniously lose your cool, and everything comes spilling out. And soon she is talking too, and when it's over you just hug your sister, feeling lighter than you have in forever. Because everything's going to be okay now, and you've both alive somehow, and you can win. You can fix this.

And you're together.

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3JOHN

[myoldchina]

there's blood and kanaya being a vampire in this

***

"Watch your hem!" Kanaya tackled Vriska against the wall, saving her dress from being trailed her through the cooling pool of blood on the floor.

Vriska grinned into Kanaya's shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Heeeeeeeey babe. Who'd you kill?"

With a look, she leaned away from Vriska. "I haven't killed anyone. I'm merely hiding the body since, and I'm sure this is readily apparent to you and it certainly will be to the rest of our fellow employees, I am the most likely suspect in this scenario. I'm already on probation what with the Hickey Incident last season."

"Pssssssssh. They were overreacting. A little blood loss may phase some of those weaklings but it takes more than a few quarts or whatever to stop me!!!!!!!!" Vriska stooped down to inspect the bright gold blood staining the carpet of their dressing room. Rubbing a bit of it between her fingers, she looked up at Kanaya. "Isn't that Zorain's color?"

A sigh escaped Kanaya. "Correct. I bet it's because of her performance last week. I was half tempted to throttle her myself when I saw her walk down the runway in orange sequins." She grimaced.

"Yeah, a real fucking crime right there." Vriska stood and made to wipe the blood off on her dress. Kanaya intercepted her and quickly licked off the mess. Vriska snatched her hand back after a moment. "No making out right now! After we beat the shit out of the murderer we can commiserate over how tacky everyone looks compared to us and bone for, like, eight hours straight."

Kanaya huffed. "Yes, you are right. Preemptively clearing my name takes top priority at the moment, sadly." Delicately treading around the blood, Kanaya threw open the closet door. It was stuffed to bursting with dresses neatly tucked in plastic covers, but there was no body. A few smears of yellow was all the evidence that remained to prove it had ever been there. She turned to Vriska slowly. "Some asshole has stolen my pilfered corpse."

Vriska howled with laughter. "And you were planning on eating that too!"

She sniffed primly. "Waste not want not. But I believe I now have sufficient motivation to clear my schedule and dedicate the rest of the evening to tracking down whoever this heinous bulge chomper is."

It turned out to be Zorain's auspistice who couldn't handle the strain of mediating between the goldblood and her colorblindness anymore.

FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

[lustral]

"still dnot belive im a real fairy?"

i couldn't help myself.
you can click through for the full size image

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE/DOOMED!JOHN

[mellamollama]

Oh my goodness, I'm not sure what this is, but I hope you enjoy it.


Adventures in Cooking

“Tavros. Tavros, we have to go out.”

“Huh? What for?”

“Haven’t you been paying attention?” Aradia gestures vaguely towards the television, eyes bright and excited.

Some sort of cooking show is on. Master Cook, or Bronze Chef, or something. He hadn’t really been paying attention. His thoughts had been wandering for a while now, probably since he and Aradia had eaten the brownies someone had left on the counter in their dorm kitchen. “So, you want to go out to eat?” He can understand that. He feels kind of hungry himself.

“No! Look,” she gestures more insistently at the television, “Look at that meat! I want to go hunt!”

“Aradia. Um. I think there is a possibility that hunting is slightly less than legal. Without a license.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure? This is an opportunity of a lifetime! You don’t get chances to kill and cook your own food everyday.” Aradia stands up and shakes her fist in the air as if to emphasize the magnitude of the situation.

“Well…as long we can take your car. I feel kind of odd—I don’t think I should drive.”

“Woohoo! That’s the spirit! This is going to be so much fun, just you wait.”

Ten minutes later they’re driving around the city in Aradia’s beaten-up jeep in the middle of the night. Aradia still seems extremely enthusiastic, but Tavros is starting to wonder what kind of animals they’re going to find around campus. Certainly nothing tasty like a chicken or a cow. He really hopes Aradia won’t make them eat something gross like opossum or—

“Whoa!” Aradia slams on the brakes and the car comes to a sudden stop that jolts Tavros into the dashboard.

“Aradia, what’s wrong?” He looks around wildly, trying to see anything that would have made her stop the car so suddenly.

“Look, there’s a hedgehog in the road. I didn’t want to run over him.” She points to a spot a few feet in front of the right front tire. “Let’s wait for him to cross the road.”

They sit there for a few minutes, but the hedgehog isn’t moving. It's just…sitting there. Aradia suddenly gasps and turns to face Tavros, a little bit too excited. “You don’t think it’s already dead, do you?”

“Oh man, I hope not! Let me check.” He hops out of the car and approaches the hedgehog slowly, careful not to startle it. He stands over it with an odd look on his face, then stoops down and scoops it into his hands, carrying it back to Aradia.

“Is it okay?”

“Aradia, I’m not sure how to say this. The hedgehog, it’s, well, it’s just a pinecone.”

A beat.

Neither one seems quite sure what this means for their adventure.

Aradia is the first to come to a conclusion. “We can’t eat the hedgehog.”

“Pinecone,” Tavros reminds her.

“Pinecone,” Adadia agrees. “Completely inedible. We’ll have to continue our hunt.”

Half an hour later, they are starting to become weary of their quest. The only other animals they’d come across were stray cats, and they had agreed right away cats were worse than pinecones. And so, they find themselves in the Beef section of the nearest grocery store.

“Tavros.”

“Yeah, Aradia?”

“Cooking is hard.”

“Yeah, I think it’s sort of a learned skill.”

“I don’t know how to cook.”

“Me, neither.”

An hour later, they have made it back to the dorm and are happily snacking on beef jerky. On the table in front of them is a small cage holding their new pet hedgehog, Pinecone.

FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3VRISKA

[mishfin]

(◡‿◡✿)

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Feferi<>Gamzee: Villain protagonist(s) + political intrigue

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Aradia<>Sollux: Space opera + faux historical fiction

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Terezi<3

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<b>Terezi<3<Gamzee</b>: Superheroes + whodunnit

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

WOW that was supposed to say "Terezi<3<Gamzee: Superheroes + whodunnit". My apologies!

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Calliope<3Jane<>Dirk<3uu: Sitcom + cosmic horror

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Aranea<3Meenah: Fractured fairy tale + propaganda

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Mindfang<3Dolorosa: fantasy and Found poetry

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Terezi<3<Gamzee: Death Note crossover, horror

Re: FILL: TEAM Dave<3<Karkat<3Terezi<3Dave

[gunsandstrawberries]

Thank you so much for filling this!
Holy shit, this was honestly completely fucking amazing!
I love how it's written and built up.
Aaaa, thank you so much <3

FILL: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

It is of my utmost pleasure to inform you that you, of the many eager hopefuls in all the Two Kingdoms, have been chosen to attend the Second Princess's Grand Ball! As it is known throughout the land, this Ball will be the occasion of Her Highness the Second Princess's betrothal -- that is to say, my own. I will be making my selection on this night among all hopefuls present, therefore it is of significant note that each and every invitee will be considered a valid prospect until proven otherwise! I pray that I will make your acquaintance on this fair night eight sunsets from this day, in the meanwhile, fare thee well in the contest of fortune and fate that is to come.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

l o fuckin l
prithee tell my faire ladee but if i were to show up to this shindig and NOT get surrounded by like a squillion guards soon as i even made for the motherfukkin punch bowl then i WOULD marry u as a punishment game for me bein damn stupid
nice try tho as entrapment goes this is pretty darn creative

xox roxxy hood

=>

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Second Princess takes great offense at the insinuation that she carries the stench of deceit and trickery! Not to even mention your scandalous accusations of entrapment. She would like to assure you that nary a nefarious trap lies in wait for your most venerated and blueberry-plum clad person upon entry to the ball; the ball is a public event, and as such some security is necessary, but she assures you that no threat is meant to be made on your livelihood nor your freedom!

The Princess begs you to reconsider your decision to defer your attendance. At this ball, paid entirely from the royal coffers for the good of the people, many sights, hidden from the public eye until this time, will appear, including Her Highness's own self as well as the Prospitian Royal Family's heirloom engagement ring!

The Second Princess takes this opportunity to bring it to your most esteemed attention that rings are very shiny.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

pfft i aint a crovid miss hoity toit
and whats wiht the insinuation that i taste like plums is that ur idea a growin a personality there
more like a perSNORality u can do better than that
also thats still ttly entrapment jsyk

much love from rox sox hood of bein bluebrry apparently

=>

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Princess's sincerest apologies, she must have been mixing you up with someone else! Most likely another irreverent villain too big in their britches to check their missives at a Spelling Tree. In fact, she is so bereft with remorse at her mistake that she really must make it up to you. Please visit the palace at sundown six days from now, and I will see that you are justly compensated.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

again with the entrapment, jade in heaven that tact is old as balls by now whenll you give it UP
also excuuse me princess but ur third person is slippin a little there
o damn i just realized that i cant call u princess derogatorily since u LITERALLY ARE a princess
ill have to think of somethin better for next time
preferbly something sicky sweet as ur gross public letters make u

til then, xox roxy

=>

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Lady Pyrope apologizes profusely for insisting so long on pursuing such banal avenues of discourse! By now she has learned that your wits are surely too great to be bested by one such as her. She supposes that that is simply how the world works sometimes! You'll have to forgive her transgressions, she is a very bored and silly girl. She must have simply been jealous of the Dread Rogue Lalonde's infamous exploits; along with her dear spectacle-shaped magitek drone companion, she steals from the rich and gives to the poor across Prospit and Derse in turn, all the while with wild abandon! Oh, what a life to live.

... Or at least, I suppose it was, until her dear magitek spectacles suffered a lethal malfunction. What a sad day for our intrepid felonist; her happy hours of cavorting with her clockwork friend are long since over. And how sadder still that she has nary a childhood friend known to dabble in magitek magery that could restore him. Alas. Alack.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

whoa ok there sugartits, first of all, lamao
secongly of all
wat
r u saying that u got a friend that could fix a-r
that u might be able to hook me up w/
hypothetically speakin
if i show up to ur entrapemt
?

=>

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

I am not saying that necessarily!

I am also not not saying it.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

well well welly wlel well
well played
course i still aint rsvping to ur thingamagig
but im definitely gonna be lookin up ur friendo there
thanks for the info
u aint half bad princess

=>

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

You are most welcome! I am glad that something productive seems to have come out of this correspondence for one of us at least. I do regret that I did not have more time to spend on this little dalliance! I'm afraid that my other current projects happened to take precedence over my efforts to convince you. It's a shame, really! You are interesting to talk to.

I'm also sorry that we will apparently not be seeing you at the ball after all, if that's your final word on the matter! Life is full of disappointments.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

PS: I wouldn't go back to your Thieves' Guild right now if I were you! You're quite lucky that you were out when we finally zeroed in on it! Or you would be, if I hadn't arranged for it to be that way or if luck actually mattered at all.
>:]

=>

well now who says im not going to the ball hmmm
i just said i wont be attending ur entrapment
but it cant be entrampent if ur guards dont see me come in now can it
so i might swing by for a dance or 2
and to steal that bling u talked about idk i havent decided yet
but ill defintly be there yup
cause havent u heard
apparently the second princess o prospit is gonna be pickin her suitor that night
and u kno a rogue like me just cant stand to see riches go to any one but the least deserving peeps
thats how justice works
>;)

xox
dread rogue roxy lalonde o derse <3

FILL: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose]

[andthus]

I had to also give you a response, since this prompt really spoke to me. This one isn't quite sadstuck though c:


The two danced their way through the crowd, literally. Being intangible definitely had its perks as they didn’t have to weave through other couples they swung to the music. They also never felt tired or needed to get a drink or use the bathroom so they were open to dance with each other for hours without interruption.

John wrapped his arms around his girl, swaying them both to the beat around them.

“I know this may seem like a terrible thing to say, but I’m so happy that you are here with me.”

Vriska somehow giggled and smirked at that same time, in that way that only she could.

“You should know by now Joooooooohn, that I’m happy as long as I’m with you.”

The two kissed and finally stopped dancing when the music faded and two female students came up to them microphone on stage.

“It is now time to read the winners of Prom King and Queen. We’ve taken all of this past week’s votes into consideration and the results were rather overwhelming. Kanaya dear, if you would please bring the crowns forward.” Rose waited for her to do so and then read out loud from the paper she had in her hands.

“The Prom King and Queen are… John Egbert and Vriska Serket! They will forever be in our memories and in our hearts.”

As the crowd cheered, Vriska jumped up into John’s arms and kissed him soundly, before they both laughed and flew up and out of the building.

PROMPT: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose]

[andthus]

Vriska<>Feferi
fairytale+h/c

God I ship this so much but it's such a rarepair ;s;

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Karkat

[lacertae_dreamscape]

why are you on my team. i was about to fill this. orz. ;_;

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[lemugrub]

*ENTIRE AUDITORIUM OF WILD APPLAUSE*

FILL: TEAM Bro<3Dave

[flarefyre]

FILL: TEAM EQUIUS♦NEPETA

[fiveforchibis]

Cheers. I hope you like this. My art skills aren't the best but I couldn't convey what I wanted to through a fic.

Re: FILL: Team Bro<3Dave

[ex_civilian608]

Oh holy crap this is cool.

FILL: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[brodacious]

50 Shades of Gay

I have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. My inner horrorterror is just screaming unintelligibly at this point, practically having a seizure and writhing on the floor in a fit of uncontrollable lustful fury. On the outside, John is nibbling at my neck with those fucking absurd teeth that I can’t get enough of, and I fail to withhold a shudder.

“Heheh, you’re so sensitive, Karkat,” he whispers. Jeezing fuck, he can read my reactions so well it’s beyond embarrassing.

“Shut up,” I whisper back, and then wonder why the hell we’re whispering. “Shut the fuck up,” I amend, louder.

“Shhhhhh,” he says, moving his hands up to rub at my horns sensually, and my inner tentacle monster just sort of gives up, flopping over and twitching every so often with errant spasms.

Holy bulgemunching hoofbeast it feels good. I moan like a fucking pathetic nooksniffing loser and grab hold of John’s incredible and incredibly infuriating biceps. No one’s ever touched me there. I’d have clawed their damn eyes out if they tried. But John is different. I feel like letting him touch me in all manner of awful places. Speaking of which...

“Gosh, you sure are hard for me, that’s so cool,” he notes softly, his hand ghosting over the front of my pants. I make a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl, a fuckawful shitslurry combination of shame, fury, and yes, arousal. Arousal so great it was probably going to collapse in on itself and create the most debauched, fluid-filled black hole that ever existed. Any poor soul that dared to venture near would get sucked in and consumed, drenched in the worst conceivable dimension that would ever be known.

My inner horrorterror is raising its horrific many-beaked head in interest at the attention John was giving to my bulge though, despite the terrible fate it was going to doom the world to.

“Hurry up, John,” I mutter, my voice somehow lacking its usual volume and vehemence.

“Mm, so eager. Okay baby, bend over for me,” he says, sounding like he’s not trying very hard at all to hold back a gale of laughter. Now he’s giving me orders. Shit. And what’s more, I’m fucking following them, bending at the waist to lay across his lap. Double shit. I have no clue what’s going to happen (because I am so inexperienced and would never let anyone do this kind of horrid shit to me).

“You’ve got such a nice rump,” he snickers, a hand going over to caress it. His fingertips send waves of fire across my thinly covered skin, and my inner horrorterror is practically shitting itself.

And then, his hand is gone, and then suddenly it’s back, sharp and hard against the left cheek. I am speechless. For a moment. And then-

“WHAT THE SCREECHING, PILE-DRIVING, BULGE-RIPPING, SHIT-FUCKING, FUCK-SHITTING FUCK, EGBERT?!” I shout, rearing up and shoving him in the chest. He goes down on the bed, laughing out loud this time, though he looks a little nervous too. Serves him fucking right.

“W-what? I thought it would be uh...” he starts, but I don’t let him get very far.

“DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SHOWER ME WITH RED AFFECTIONS SO FUCKING THICK IT’S PRACTICALLY CHOKING ME, AND THEN OUT OF THE BLUE JUST LAY ON CALIGINOUS SHIT LIKE THAT?”

“No- I didn’t mean-” But I’m already wrenching the door open, practically ripping the knob off.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE EVER-LOVING HELL YOU’RE PLAYING AT, BUT YOU CAN’T JUST SWITCH THAT QUICKLY! IT’S NOT A GAME, YOU NOOK-WHIFFING IDIOT! IT’S MILLIONS OF YEARS OF TROLL CULTURE! WHY DON’T YOU TRY TO DO SOME FUCKING RESEARCH BEFORE YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO AROUND SLAPPING ME LIKE THAT.”

And then I’m gone, stomping down the hall with my nails digging into my palms and my teeth grinding together. Un-fucking-believable. This is why I don’t do this shit with humans. No subtlety whatsoever. My inner horror-terror is just coming back to its senses, and realizing that its tentacles are horribly knotted and tangled.