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 EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[sinnovedades]

Dave <3 Karkat
Detective + Musical

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Gamzee<3<Terezi, cosmic horror + magical girl(s)

PROMPT: TEAM [Dave<3<Karkat]

[fluorescentnova]

Auto-Responder <> or <3 Davesprite

Tragedy and Memoir

FILL: TEAM [Dirk<3Roxy]

[chronologicalimplosion]

(I'm not entirely sure what I just wrote. I don't know how good I am at writing cerebral AR, but the prompt was too good to pass up. Hope you like it.)

When I first talked to him, I thought he was just Dirk for a moment. Just my other self, my older self, my creator. The first thing that came at me were the six characters for color, and they matched him up to the one I knew so regularly. I almost skipped right over the second letter that preceded the message, the G-where-there-should-have-been-T, but I didn't. Obviously. Computers this good don't make mistakes.

"caw caw," the message said, when you strip off all the tags and other information that Pesterchum relays right to my nonexistent cortex. I guess he was looking for Dirk. But he found me, and I proceeded to be insufferably robotic. He proceeded to be insufferably birdlike. We actually had a lot in common, not that we would ever talk about it. Always too cool to talk about it, reflections of already fragmented coolkids, never honest with ourselves or with the world because we just showed the world what they wanted to see. Even with each other, when we neither expected nor wanted any sort of facade, we kept them up. It was just what they did.

I wish I had some sort of touching romantic story about how we met, but we never met. Obviously. I'm a pair of glasses, a string of zeros and ones at the most basic, and he's a physical being. Well, a sprite. Which makes him, technically, an undead metaphysical game-based construction, a figment, a more organic series of ones and zeros. But it was an incompatible language. He still saw the world as any other organic being did, and he could no more meet me in my world than I could he in his.

So I can't relay the color of his gorgeous hair or the way his eyes sparkled when he first saw me. I can tell you that I've processed pictures of him, that his glasses weren't nearly pointy enough and that he looks much more like a kid than a bird, that I couldn't find a single part of him that didn't look to me like a creamsicle pixel. I would've looked good on him, but that never happened.

Mostly, I knew him by his words.

We rapped together, and rapping wasn't what Dirk built me for, but even then I'm basically him, and it's been a fair while since I could find a match. He would spin metaphors until they got completely out of control, and I would tamp them down, temper them, make them make sense again. Occasionally, I fixed his grammar. Gotta put the kid in his place sometimes.

They told me he was doomed. I always thought it was dumb, because obviously we all were and that hadn't stopped any of us, but no. Maybe he was more doomed than the rest of us, maybe it just happened, but one day I went to pester him and he wasn't there.

It was silent in my dark little world for entirely too long.

I feel like this is a really shitty memoir. He deserves better. Someone who actually met him, maybe. Someone who could talk about his gorgeous face and sunny disposition. But I guess he gets me.

I could pull up any of our chat logs, show you how good he was at cryptic problem solving. And rapping. And the art of the ironic bird call. But you'd probably all die of cool overdose, two coolkids not holding back at all on the icy chill mannerisms. Gotta dial it back for polite company, but when it's just a pair of coolkids having tea for two, it's no holds barred.

Yep. It was great.

Yep.

Gog. I miss that motherfucker.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[murasakivie]

Meenah <3< Feferi

Shoujo manga, Historical romance

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[drmarat]

"Out-of-context panel" is as good a format as any, right? Well, I think so.

PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[sinnovedades]

Eridan <3 Sollux
Holocaust + Erotic Romance

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

[fayharley]

Jade♥John, steampunk meets Bollywood.

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

[ivori]

ah wow I'm slightly afraid to draw something for this because I feel like I'm almost certainly gonna butcher it but oh well I'm gonna give it a try anyway~ 0v0-b

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Signless<3Disciple, absurdism, 12-step guide

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[portaling]

How to Make a Home
A 12-Step Guide
I apologize if my voices for these two aren't very good, I wanted to try this, I hope you like Ionesco and Beckett because that's all the absurdism I've read :')

One; They fill the room up with chairs. "Why?" He asks her as he carries them in, armchairs, straight chairs, chairs with no backs and chairs with no legs even. The Disciple springs from chair to chair, never settling, testing them all. He doesn't know what she's doing, but she finds no comfort in any of them.

"Well," she says, moving from a couch to a stiff-backed dining chair, "It's about finding the purrfect one! Something that says we have a comfurtable home. Maybe we should just keep them all?"

Two; She settles -- he will not say that she agrees, because it's obvious that she's not happy with any of the chairs. So he goes out and buys her a clock, a large and ornate grandfather clock that some highblood had obviously discarded. He thinks that it will please her -- and comfortable homes have clocks...right?

When she asks why he bought a broken clock, he realizes he never thought to check if it wound up.

Three - Six; They buy a bunch of clocks.
And then they break them all.

The futility of it -- the fun in finding something that gives them precision and then breaking it open, revealing the parts and smearing them across the home -- seems fitting for their home where they can't find anything that makes it perfect. He feels like she might enjoy this more than the attempt to make their home perfect, but he's wrong. And when the clocks are all broken and the gears ground to dust, she brushes herself off, steps around the mess, and sits down with her paints, staring at the walls.

Seven; So he paints them, he paints them for her because it hurts him to see her unhappy, so unfulfilled. He even enlists her help, and her clawprints and the pads of his fingers combine to make red and green swirls all over the walls. She giggles and laughs, he even smiles for her, but something's just not quite right.

"I don't like it. Should we paint over it and then try again?"
He agrees, unwillingly. Their masterpiece is covered by white, austere walls, their love hidden behind some cloth, some chairs.

Eight; They fight.

"What are you looking for? What do you think you're even doing?"
"I want it to be purrfect for us! I thought you understood that!"
"It's like you're looking for the bottom of a fucking endless well, that's what I understand!"
"I hate when you say things like that, it hurts my feelings!"

He sleeps on one of the numerous couches that night.

Nine - Ten; They make up and it's wild, passionate embraces in the middle of all the mess in their house, pulling each other close and somehow it's still not enough, through the anger that turns into lust, pure and simple, until they're crashing into bed and staring into each other's eyes and he still doesn't understand. It's like watching something repeat itself, small circles in the pattern of an insignificant life. Really, he wonders how she manages to cope with it. He knows they won't have much time left together -- people could come for him any day -- but he wants to make it worth her while.

After she falls asleep, he realizes that perhaps, these small circles in her life are the way she copes. She is his Disciple, she follows him, and if his life is circular -- live, pace and preach, die -- then she's copying his motions, step by step.

Eleven; He's in the middle of buying her a wriggler's flip-book -- infinite motion, a picture of a meowbeast rolling in circles -- when they find him, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him off.

The wind makes the pages flip back and forth; the meowbeast rolls in circles, never getting anywhere.
He wonders if it was worth it.

Twelve;

When he dies,
she makes an homage to him,
small circles on the walls of her cave,
circles
filled with scripture, filled with chairs
clock gears
meowbeasts
and all the things she never got to share with him
red and green
the thing that didn't last.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[murasakivie]

Sollux <3< Karkat

Office romance, spy thriller

FILL: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

"Come on, KK, hurry it up."

Karkat grimaces at the voice in his earpiece. "Go rot, Captor. The more you interrupt me the longer it'll take. I have to start all over again, you pustulent shithole."

On the roof above, Sollux stays agreeably quiet for the space of about ten seconds. "Just as long as you're aware that our timeframe before sunrise is ridiculously short, and it only gets smaller with every-"

Karkat snarls. "Oh, fuck you. How long do you think it takes to crack a safe?"

"Roughly zero point two seconds if I can hack it. We'll of course have to make concessions given your so-called 'skills,' but even so-"

"Then go take a blind flying leap off a cliff. There's a mechanical component to this one."

"No wonder it's taking so goddamn long. TZ should be doing it."

"Go choke down her bulge, you hideous pile of trash. She's busy in Scratch's office. Why aren't you hassling her?"

"She's actually good at her job. Hey, KK, you might crack that safe faster if you didn't have one hand down your pants fantasizing about my fellatio skills-"

Karkat rips the earpiece out, shoving it into his pants pocket, but he can not so much hear as imagine Sollux's maniacal cackle nonetheless.

The last tumbler slides into place just as an electronic ding sounds from Snowman's computer. Karkat jumps despite himself. He quickly takes the files from the safe and is sliding the door quietly shut when the computer makes another noise. Scowling, he stalks over and jiggles the mouse to banish the screensaver.

He doesn't have to read the mustard yellow text in the IM window to guess what it says, but he growls and leans forward to read it anyway.

TA: ill blow you two iif you a2k niicely
TA: p2 delete thii2 from the chat hii2tory wiill you

Karkat pounds angrily at the keys in reply.

DELETE IT YOURSELF, MORON.

It's another few seconds before a reply appears.

TA: dont fall on your way out

It remains on the screen for a moment, then the chat window closes and the computer puts itself back to sleep, fans whirring to an eerie halt.

Karkat slides the documents into his jacket and straps the harness back onto the rope hooked over the window ledge. He gives it two firm tugs to warn Sollux of his ascent and climbs onto the sill, looking anxiously down the 60 floors to the street below and thinking of that last message.

He wouldn't.

Still, Karkat thinks, sliding his foot into the ascender, the only thing he hates more than Sollux Captor is having Sollux Captor in a position of power over him.

---

A thick folder of papers lands on Karkat's desk with a thump, and he looks up just in time to see Sollux leaning back in a stolen chair and propping his feet up on his desk. "What do you want now, idiot?" he asks, when Sollux just sits there grinning and showing all his teeth rather than explaining his presence.

"TZ said you were crying."

The tips of Karkat's ears burn red hot. "Fuck off," he snaps, shoving at the mismatched shoes on his desk. Sollux's chair clatters noisily back to the ground.

"I could have told you how to untangle the rope if you'd put your earpiece back in."

"That would require you to be both helpful and not an asshole."

"Good thing TZ was there to save you."

"I had everything under control."

"Salty tears streaming down your cheeks. I wish I could have seen."

"I hate you."

Sollux pauses, a considering look on his face. "Buy me a coffee."

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Disciple<3Signless<>Psiioniic, post-modernism + selective amnesia (think Slaughterhouse-Five)

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Handmaid<3Psiioniic, last "man" (men) on "Earth" (Alternia)/domesticity

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<3Gamzee

[brightgray]

Terezi<3Vriska, ghost story and medieval fantasy!

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

-- It's not like you want to follow her around or anything... but she's the only one who can hear you. You keep drudging around some shitty castles, searching for a dragon of lore she's always wanted to meet. Well, you think you might have found it.---

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

[astraldeveloper]

Experimental fiction + Children's literature Rose<3<Feferi?

[liquidcitrus]

Are you OK with your fill having zalgotext and eye-bleeding and/or unreadable colors? I think I might have an idea but I wanted to check.

PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[sinnovedades]

Men's adventure + Romatic Comedy

Slick <3< Snowman

PROMPT: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

[nan]

Equius<3Tavros, medical drama + steampunk

FILL: TEAM Eridan<>Rose

[headlessbird]

I apologize on how non medical drama it is, I got carried away with my thoughts on it before I actually realized what medical drama was. I find myself carrying out the "drama" and the "medical" part. sort of. but not quite. I hope you get a better fill, but I really wanted to finish this!

----

Tavros is bleeding, Equius can barely even see before his nose, but he knows it. He knows that Tavros is not okay, that something's so deeply wrong, but the fog isn't clearing - won't clear. He's scoping his way to the brown blooded troll. His legs are trapped under a heavy piece of ceiling and it's easy for Equius to lift off of Tavros, even with the heat overheating the brass bindings on his hands. But the legs of the brownblood are obviously too in pieces to work anymore. He winces when he tries to get Tavros out, as gently as possible. So not to hurt him more.

His feelings... They are so inappropriate, but nothing he regrets. They're not friendly feelings, but Nepeta doesn't mind. She also doesn't mind him patching up the things that get sent to his workshop. All that matters to him nowadays is her approval.

And he has no doubt that he's got her approval when he drags Tavros out of the fire, and carries him to Kanaya's medical facility. He nods if she asks if it would be okay to cut off Tavros's legs. He can build new ones. He will build new ones.

The look of pain in Tavros's eyes is painful, once he wakes up, but Equius spends his next three days coming up with blueprints for Tavros' legs, with all the needed functions and additions and making some simpler legs for him until he finishes the more detailed ones.

Tavros has been healthy, awake and bedbound for almost two days for the time Equius gets back to the hospital with the temporary replacement legs. He did his best on them, as quick as he could, but the ones he had all the blueprints for... Oh, they'd be glorious!

He finds himself embracing the brown-blooded troll once he gets to his bedside, apologizing into his shoulder, mumbling quietly, being as gentle as he can. Tavros isn't mad. Tavros is alive, he got Tavros out alive.

He keeps that mantra going on his head while he's working on his replacement legs, while he knows that either Karkat or his fellow engineer Dave, is helping Tavros re-learn how to walk.

He works tirelessly, for days on end, and by the time he's finished, he crashes for a full day. But it's worth it. It's worth the headache he has and the worry Nepeta directs at him, since the smile Tavros gives him is more radiant than the sun. It's so much more wonderful and bright and it's all for him.

PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[sinnovedades]

Juvenile Fantasy + Dark Fantasy

Gamzee <> Karkat

PROMPT: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

[nan]

Equius<3<Eridan, spaghetti western + high fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

[nan]

Aradia<3<Equius, dark fantasy + fairy tale

PROMPT: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

[nan]

John<3Karkat, zombie apocalypse + romantic comedy

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[murasakivie]

Sollux <3 Sollux

Bizarro fiction, After school special

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

[fayharley]

Jade<3Nepeta, werewolves and high school sex comedy

FILL: TEAM [NEPETA<3TEREZI]

[bandanna]

NSFW!!! Babes in underwear and are also partial werewolves? Nep and Jade being silly werewolf babes, running around on school campus, mid transformation. ((Hope you like, sorry if its sloppy))
http://i.imgur.com/dfS5F.png

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[para_normally]

Kanaya>{>Gamzee: Splatterpunk + romantic comedy (hatemantic comedy?).

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

[ladymahfuza]

How about coming of age/angst for UU<3<uu? o:

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[rieduentant]

Gamzee/Terezi, tall tale/after school special

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[rieduentant]

Dirk<3Roxy, shipwrecked/"what happened last night?"

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[rieduentant]

Dirk<>AR, absurdism/medical drama