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 JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Pre-Scratch!Disciple <> Pre-Scratch!Darkleer <> Aranea: love triangle + refuge in audacity

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Roxy <> Dave <> Rose <> Dirk: role reversal + mistaken identity

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

AR <3 PM <3 WV: parallel worlds + reunion

FILL: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

[alymira]

[It's time for bed now, but I'll be coming back to this first thing tomorrow~ :'3 SOOO~ PLACEHOLDER? :D?]

Hehehe, I hope you like it! :3
http://jedalyn.tumblr.com/post/25744444112

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

John <3 Rose <3 Dave <3 Jade
Body swap and humour.

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

Bro <3 Jade
Action and hurt/comfort.

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Ehehehe, oh Eridan. XD This was very funny, thanks so much for filling the prompt! <3

Re: FILL: TEAM AUTORESPONDER<3ROXY

[draconicalgorithm]

Yes, that is exactly what I was hoping for. :D

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[draconicalgorithm]

Terezi <3 Eridan

Pirate + Crime Drama

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[draconicalgorithm]

Jane <3 Calliope

Girl hiding gender to fight social norm (I have no idea what to call this? But like Mulan) + Soft Sci-fi

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[draconicalgorithm]

Dave <> Terezi

Dragon Riders + Steampunk

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[draconicalgorithm]

Gamzee <3< Terezi

Crime Scene Investigation + Pesterlog

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[mousen]

John<3Karkat, trolls-as-dragons AU + military

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3JADE

[candyredcoolkid]

OMG i really really love this, thank you so much!

awesome characterization, like woah!

<3

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[candyredcoolkid]

FEELS ATTACK ;A;

this is lovely, thank you ;a;

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[orange_yarn]

“Well,” Terezi says, as a fireball comes hurtling down from the clouds and crashes into the street. It rattles your teeth, it rattles your bones, and the entire street shudders. “This was unexpected.”

You’re on stakeout when the world comes to an end, because nobody does “by the book” better than Officer Terezi Pyrope. In your opinion, you’d had more than enough to nail the guy, to fry the fucker, but it’s never quite enough for your partner, everything has to stack up. Usually it pisses you off, her unwavering obsession with walking the line, but now, in the face of a literal apocalypse, it’s driving you absolutely batshit insane, because here you are, parked outside a crumbling apartment building while fire rains down from the sky.

“Oh jesus fucking christ,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you twist the keys in the ignition, as the engine roars to life. Where can you even go, is the problem, there’s an enormous fucking crater directly in front of you, and you can see more fireballs plummeting down in the distance, heading straight for the city skyline. “Oh holy fuck,” you say, and you pretend that you’re not flipping your shit right now, that you’re not white-knuckled because you’re clutching the steering wheel so hard it hurts, because you have absolutely no fucking clue what to do next.

“Karkat,” Terezi says, her voice that special blend of annoyed and patient that makes you want to claw your eyes out. You turn, just in time for Terezi to reach over, for her fingers to bury herself into your shirt and she tugs you towards herself, as she surges forward and crushes your lips together. It’s brief and it’s terrible, she’s all teeth and her nails are sticking in your skin. Then, because things could not actually be any weirder than impromptu makeouts with your partner, she turns to lick a stripe up your cheek, she actually slobbers all over you, then sets herself back and just grins while you sputter ineloquently, because fucking gross.

You look at Terezi. She looks at you. Another fireball crashes less than a block away.

“Go go go,” Terezi says, and you press the pedal to the floor.

FILL: TEAM Dualscar<3<Mindfang

[retardokoolaid]

well I tried.

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[chiuchiu]

AHHHHHH THIS IS SO PRETTY! thank you so much!

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[orange_yarn]

You’re dreaming about LOWAS when you find him, dead eyes wide open and white. He’s very still, for a guy with a sword pinning him to the ground, he doesn’t twitch, not even when you wrap two hands around the hilt and tug, not even when the sword slides free with a sickening squelch. He just sort of lies there, quiet except for the labored breathes rattling out of his chest, and you wonder if the dead can still feel.

He keeps pretty quiet, and he keeps the sword. The steel is stained with his blood, his clothes are stained with his blood, and you wonder what Dave would say, if he knew you were hanging out with his dead Bro nowadays.

His memories aren’t what you’re you used to, they’re not like everything else you’ve seen flitting around in the dream bubbles. It’s all faced-paced strife, edge of your seat action. His sword glints as it arcs, your gun is cold and smooth in your hands as the two of you face down enemies in half-shadow. It’s constant motion, with him, nothing ever stops and you’re swept right up in it. You wonder, sometimes, who he really is, who he was, who he might have been once, but you’re a witch, not a seer, so you stand up by his side and wait for the next attack.

Re: Prompt: Team [Dave<3Aradia]

[bandanna]

Here :>

I bet you fef actually tells wickid scary stories, and later shoosh paps nep just to make sure she isnt that scared.

FILL: TEAM AR♥PM♥WV

[prospitian]

I accidentally overthought the shit out of this AU in my mind, and ended up not being able to condense it like I wanted, and not figuring out how I wanted to end it, and I'd been chipping away at this story since the prompt went up and HERE IT IS. I'm sorry I couldn't have done more with it! Due dates are terrible.

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I.

The witch has found a castle to take shelter in—broken and crumbled and destitute like the rest of the world it's a part of, but a castle nonetheless. Chandeliers have fallen to the ground. The carpets' royal red has faded and their edges are torn and singed. Only a few portraits are left and most of them have fallen from the walls, and any that are not lying face-down on the ground have been cut up and burned beyond recognition. There are places without walls, where bricks have caved in and fallen apart, and at the peak of day, the sun that is left behind thick blankets of smog shines through.

None of that matters; it has been long enough that there is not enough left for the looters to concern themselves with but not so long that it is out of anything to give, and so it is all that Jade needs. She is safe here, and there is even space for spells and potions (just not the materials on most occasions), and for the first time in her life, nobody is here to kill her for trying. It is an immeasurable improvement compared to the endless wandering she had resigned herself to, and this palace is better put together than any of the demi-buildings and walls of rubble she had nested in before. Even in its ruin, it is beautiful—but then, she has little to compare it to. Years in exile and fear of burning have lowered her standards.

If she goes to the largest, longest hall and closes her eyes when she holds up the hem of her tattered skirt with her fingertips, she can see it all in pristine and hallowed (and ancient) glory as she makes a royal entrance fit for the princesses of storybooks that she knew she could never be.

She travels down the halls today, and pretends that there are people who wait for her behind the doors.

II.

The knight cannot remember the last time he wasn't tired. Just his luck, he thinks (it is all he ever thinks), just his luck that the world would end while there were countless countries between him and home. The apocalypse just couldn't wait until the war was over, or just get it over with before it had the chance to start. No, things had to go to shit with tensions at their highest and the battles at their climax. Well, fuck that.

As soon as it became apparent that the war was over, abandoned in favor of senseless men murdering each other because they no longer knew what there was for them to do, and that the kingdom was not sending any word, he had left (there were no generals left to call it desertion). And where was he to go?

Dave has no expectations when he finally crosses into his homeland; the years (has it really been years?) have worn them away. He gets exactly what he thought he would in some unfortunate corner in the very back of his mind: there is nothing left. The land has been razed and burned, and he can't even begin to imagine that anything could grow in the decimated fields. Mostly there is rubble scattered across the landscape—bricks and stones and mortar, the remnants of handcrafted homes—but occasionally, there stick out walls and chimneys, although they too have passed the point of habitability. And astoundingly, the castle sticks out on the horizon.

It, too, has suffered irreversible damage—in places it seems as though a giant has come with an equally proportioned spoon and scooped away whole walls and rafters—but it is there, and that is enough. That is more than he ever could have hoped for.

Nobody is there. He already knows that nobody is there; nobody is here in this forsaken country, and there is hardly anyone in this world. The castle stands, though, and for some reason, that matters.

Still, he is tired; he cannot remember not being tired, he cannot remember a time where he was not moving. Regardless, he walks still.

III.

The seer has known from the start. She was much too busy being chained up in kingdom dungeons (as those with these sorts of gifts tend to be) to give anyone forewarning, though. Her silence, in a way, feels like the most passive-aggressive jab (to her captors, to her opponents, to the world) that she has ever managed. How wonderful it feels to know that maybe millions would have had the chance of survival had she simply given the warning of what she had seen—and when she doubts that, she tells herself to remember that not a single individual in those millions said a word for her or anyone else the kingdoms tied and chained and burned. The woes of being blessed, she thinks bitterly, and has The Old Ones' voices reassure her further.

They keep her just along the edge, too, and hold her back from falling. Most of what Rose does is sleep, as there is little else to do when you are chained by every one of your limbs to brick wall and unable to see past your own blindfold. All of her dreams are visions, but she has stopped trying to put them together. Really, she doesn't need to; she is not leaving here, she will rot here forever under The Noble Circle's care. How they keep her alive is a mystery but she is not so ungrateful as to try and solve it. Complacency describes her state best—perhaps apathy.

When her wrists finally slip through the chains she is baffled. They simply fall through the cuffs on their own accord and she does not even have to twitch. Out of curiosity more than anything, she shifts her ankles and they free themselves flawlessly. For a moment, Rose is left to flex her fingers and remember how her joints move themselves, and then she shakily unties her blindfold. There is an open barred door and stairs beyond it. Her chains have rusted so terribly that they'd simply opened themselves up.

“Oh,” she says, and doesn't recall the sound of her voice.

After a silent prayer for strength to The Noble Circle, she tries to stand. The Outer Gods are generous enough to give her that and she surprises herself with how easily she moves. Uncertainly, she steps out of her cell for the first time in—oh, she can hardly remember now; did she even have a life beyond these walls?—and grasps the stair railing.

With no way to go but up, Rose ascends through the castle.

IV.

The heir blames himself, just a little bit. He understands, of course, that he is only a boy, and a boy cannot destroy strains of disease, still earthquakes, summon the rain or stop it when it becomes too much. Still, the kingdom was his (no, it wasn't, he was a child, he had inherited nothing yet) and the people in it were his responsibility (he was but a figurehead, when it comes right down to it; there was no true burden meant to rest on his shoulders), and they were all so unprepared. Why couldn't he do more to help?

There's not much for John to be the heir of now, anyway—he finally returns to what would have been his kingdom after what must have been years of shameful wandering. He has inherited dirt pathways where cobblestones were torn out of the ground by nature's giant hands, piles of debris where people once lived, withered brown wisps that had been plants, half of a castle that had been his a long, long time ago.

His father has been dead for a long, long time. By any birthright, this ruined citadel belongs to him. He thinks that the people would say otherwise if there were any left. Even so, he comes to visit.

V.

And there are three other people standing there when they enter, and nobody knows what to do.

C.

The nights are bitterly chilly but they have learned how to deal with that, too. They cannot remember how many years it's been (if it's been years at all) since the encounter (and the screaming, and the threats, and a voice that attempted to be diplomatic even though he was just as overwhelmed by the presence of human life), or just how many problems have arisen since, but they have found a way around them all.

Jade still fears the threat of fire; there is no one left to take her away and no one here who questions witchcraft but there are days that she spends locked in a room with a cauldron and a rifle, jumping at every sound (and she doesn't tell them about the burnings she has seen and the friends she has lost). Dave has seen too many men on battlefields and too many instances of madness turning to bloodlust and it is hard to believe that he won't lose them, too, to war and anger and the way his hand still flies to the handle of his sword at any sound he cannot explain (and he still can't believe he's not on a battlefield). Rose is still dazed by human contact; she has lived without it longer than all of them, and there are times she doesn't understand, and there are times she can't hear a word that they say over the screams of The Old Ones, and there are times they find her wishing she could tear out her own eyeballs to stop seeing what she does (and there are times when they will brush her side, hold her hand, hug her as tight as they can, grace her with a kiss, and for a fleeting moment she is blind and deaf and at peace). John is so happy, so lucky to have them, and he is the glue that holds them all together and they all do the same for him (and his nightmares are constant and of losing them, failing them like he did the rest of the kingdom, and as determined as he is to become a better heir for them, he doesn't think he can).

They know, and they have found ways to make things easier. It is all they can do.

At night, they sleep in piles, their hands in each other's, their lips brushing against faces and wrists and other lips, their limbs knotted in an embrace. It's one more problem the four of them have fixed, and the nights aren't so cold.

PROMPT: ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

[cloudymew]

davesprite<3rose
hurt/comfort + survival horror

PROMPT: ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

[cloudymew]

jane<3roxy
historical fiction + zombies

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[cloudymew]

omg i love this ;u;

Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[cloudymew]

aaa this is really cute *u*