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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.

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.

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.

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!

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God tier Jade and Bec at the same time doesn't make sense storywise, but it was the only way I could make a joke. Not sure if I did this right.

*creys* Thank youuu~ ;;u;; That's so sweet of you to say! :'DD

Oh my goodness, I absolutely love this fill - your art is fantastic and the idea behind it is wonderfully creepy/fairytale-y!

Thank you so much!

Wow, this is just fantastic! *o*

Of course! I'm glad you've taken an interest to it. OuO

They lay together in the alleyway, holding hands and huddling for warmth. The two of them had been together since they could remember, but only recently did they find themselves both without family and without support.

The Depression was a tough time for everyone, but Jane and Roxy had been doing okay with their neighboring families before the fire took both their homes and their guardians. The two had run away, not risking being taken into a terrible orphanage and being treated horribly or worse, separated. They promised each other that they would always be together, no matter what circumstances they were in.

And so they learned on the streets how to scavenge, how to beg, even how to steal juts so that they could survive.

But now it was winter and they were cold and starving and alone. Except for each other, that had never changed and it never would.

"Let's go together." Jane said, kissing Roxy sweetly one last time as they felt their bodies shut down.

With the last of her strength, Roxy grabbed Jane's cheeks and deepened their kiss, and with their last breaths they said goodbye.

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Right in the ship ;a;
Hope it was what you were looking for!

You're mirrored metal and slick black plastic and broken radio waves (you singular, you plural). Sick fires heating cold steel, ticking hearts beating in 8/8 time together.

(black leather, hot bare skin, living and dead flesh, how fitting to you singular, you plural)

You (both) take wry amusement from giving this new meaning to the phrase "self-love". There's nothing you do better. You might as well be honest with yourself (yourselves).

You're a one man (two man three man four man) endless hall of looking glasses behind looking glasses.

To kill a dragon was no easy task, even for an accomplished dragonslayer, and Rose and Roxy Lalonde were anything but accomplished dragonslayers. Or even trained ones, for that matter, but they were the only two left in their huge, sprawling mecca of corruption and industry who could even use anything close to magic anymore. The others in their merry little band had long since scattered to the winds, hunting down monsters and vicious little demons of their own. No one knew how these creatures had gotten to the cities, supposedly confined to the wilds and Hellmurder Island as they were, but here and now one was in New York City (III).

That wasn't the worst of it, either. There were rumours of a many-tentacles psychic kraken off the coast of Manhattan, and the girl the Lalondes thought it was looking for was long dead and gone at a hostile griffin flock's claws.

So, all in all, it was very likely that the two of them were going to die in the morning, when they marched out to do battle with a monster almost ne'er seen before. They were dealing with it in their own separate ways (though both involved copious amounts of alcohol). Rose was doing her best to write, an account of everything that had transpired, so that maybe once Alternearthia was destroyed, someone could find it in the void of space and know what mistakes not to repeat. A long shot. Her only hope. And Roxy...

"I don't wnat to-- want to die a virgin," she whispered to her sister. "Please, Rosey. Fuck me 'til I bleed." The younger blonde (by all of four minutes!) reached out to gently shut the heavy book, slipping an arm around Rose's waist and staring up at her with imploring pink eyes.

"That's..." Rose's state of intoxication was not helping her to resist her sister, or indeed come up with any logical arguments as to why such a thing would be good in the first place. "Roxy. We're sisters. No."

"And we're the onyl people we've got left, c'mon, you know I wouldn't be askgni, asking this of you if I didn't want it, didn't love you..." Didn't love her more than a sister ought, for they'd grown up practically being each other's world. And just as she was the only one who wouldn't mind the fact that Rose was grey and white and festering already, a tentacled horrorterror just waiting to spring into being, Rose was the only one who wouldn't care (would touch her in spite of) the long-since-dead eyes she'd sacrificed to their magic or the strange wiggly things that sometimes moved within them.

When it looked like Rose would keep protesting, Roxy just threw caution to the wind and kissed her. Her sister tasted of ash and cherries and the dark crackling energy of magic.

Needless to say, she got what she wanted in the end.

(the tentacles were actually kind of fun)

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Ah. Finished just in time...

She smoothed down the lapels of her new suit, making sure that she looked perfect. It was her first solo job for her new family and she wanted to make sure that she presented the right image while she did so. Looking herself critically in the mirror, Jade nodded, nervously grinned, and then grabbed her gun, hiding it in the discreet pocket hidden in her jacket.

"Are you all ready then?" The man that had trained her in how to pull off jobs with him and had taught her how the family operates had entered her room. "It's your first solo tonight Harley, can't have you messing up and then the others thinking it was my shoddy teaching that led to it."

She went up to him punched him in the arm, and while he rubbed it she quickly kissed the smirk off his lips.

"Hah! Yeah right, I'm going to be the best and make my way up, so one day you'll be the one taking pointers from me!"

And after slowly kissing him one more time, her nerves now completely gone, she slapped him on the ass and sashayed out the door, laughing at his surprised yelp.

"And I expect some... congratulations...tonight when I come back after having done an exemplary job!"

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Hope you like it OP! I wish I could draw, because I feel like that would be better, but sadly my skill does not lie in that field.

roxy<3AR

romance + comedy

dirk <> roxy

revolution + prose

I kinda went down the.. sol and eridan are vampire hunters, but way too wrapped up in pale love to bother noticing the vamp theyve been chasing
couple of idiots, kan isnt happy

dave <> dirk

showdown + fluff

roxy <> dave

family + instruction manual

roxy <> dirk

h/c + letters

roxy <> dirk

substance abuse + comedy

karkat <3 dave

competition + occult

The vampires are poorly drawn, but I hope this is something similar to what you wanted.

SOLLUX,

IF YOU ARE READING THIS THEN I GUESS I'M DEAD. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND I'M NOT DEAD, THEN SOMEONE FUCKED UP MY INSTRUCTIONS AND WE CAN BOTH GO AND KICK THEIR ASS LATER.

BUT REALLY, IF YOU GET THIS I AM MOST LIKELY DEAD. I KNOW THAT WE WERE HOPING THAT I COULD MAKE IT THROUGH THE DRONES BUT I GUESS IT WAS JUST TOO HARD TO COVER UP MY DISGUSTING BLOOD.

I HOPE YOU ARE SAFE AT LEAST. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO HAUNT MY MOIRAIL WHILE HE'S STUCK PILOTING SOME SHIP AND NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE. THAT WOULD BE FUCKING BORING NOT TO MENTION RATHER PATHETIC.

SO IF YOU AREN'T STUCK IN THE SHIP OF A BLODDTHIRSY HIGHBLOOD WHO USES YOU AS A BATTERY THEN I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I PITY YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOT. YOU NEED TO LIVE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE AS WELL AS YOU CAN AND JUST BE HAPPY OKAY. FIND QUADRANT MATES THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY, HELL, IF YOU FIND ANOTHER MOIRAIL THAT COMPLETES YOU THEN THAT'S OKAY TOO. I'M DEAD AND YOU'RE NOT. JUST *BE HAPPY* AND STAY ALIVE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.

<>
KARKAT

THIS IS PROBABLY NOT WHAT YOU WANTED I'M SORRY

Karkat has clambered over the fallen wreckage of the staircase to distract the sentry. You think that while Karkat talks too much to be a proper thief, he talks exactly the right amount to be useful when you work your own magic.

Your target for this morning is the last functioning refrigerator on the planet. You carefully planned how much energy you would need to run it and have the generator churning output into old car batteries already. You cleaned your hideout and reconstructed your booby traps and positioned the LCD TV you nabbed last month in front of your decrepit floral print couch. You even staked out location until you found the perfect time for attack. Today’s guard is a troll and therefore already nodding off as the sun peaks over the horizon of destroyed and emptied buildings.

John and Aradia are above the building, waiting for the signal to drop in and fly out with the machine. They’ve got rope harnesses tied and tried and retied and retried raring to go. You trust them completely with their half of the deal.

Your mouth begins to water as you consider the rewards of this venture. You will be able to make milkshakes and cheese and store lemonade and meat and you will serve Karkat Vantas ice cold watermelon and when he looks up with watermelon juice on his face you will kiss him right on the lips.

You may be spending too much time with Jade.

But just look at that plump rump.

Karkat has begun to cry in his monologue and that is your cue to go. You disappear through the side entrance and make a break for that fridge. There are guards throughout the hallways and you dart between collapsed wall dividers to escape their view. When the object of your desire meets your vision, you toss your handmade grenade to the ceiling and writhe like a flagellum while you wait for it to blow. The fliers are raring to go and drop through the newly made skylight, grab the fridge, and get the heck outta.

Your mission completed, you back track to the front where Karkat is now fending off the last remaining protectors of the fridge. You grab that boy by the hand and make a break for it on your shining white steed.

His face is still wet with fake tears as he puts his cheek in the crook of your neck. You are so going to have a victory cuddle later.

I wanted to do all your fills but because I only got aroun to finishing this one. I hope you like it!

oh no this is TOO AWESOME AHHHHHH

good job you really captured them well, this is waaaaaaaay better than I ever imagined it could be! :D

Okay so this kind of turned into a cancerous blob of fluff, haha.

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On your first day you wave at the cameras and smile. You were desperate to do this, you don’t know if you’ll even be able to stand them for a full week, but if there was another option you would have taken it a long time ago.

And maybe those who watch will be inspired by your story.

Your competition is Jane Crocker and Roxy Lalonde. They’re both attractive humans and you practically give yourself away every time you reach up to nervously adjust your horns in their presence.

“This is going to be great,” you say. The director gestures that you’re speaking to the wrong camera and you laugh nervously, “I can’t wait. Seven days! It’s going to be such a fun experience, even if I don’t win.”

Roxy slings her arm across your shoulder, “Yeah! We are ready! Bring it on FairyGullmother! Ooops, Godmother!”

Your belongings are on your back as you trudge through the forest, taking in everything with a catch of your breath. You’ll hike for seven days before you reach the summit and you refrain from pinching yourself. You usually play it safe and stay indoors. You’re taking so many risks with this show and breaking so many of your own rules, but if you win it’ll all be worth it.

Later that night Roxy and Jane are sitting by the fire. They call you over.

“So I think it’s about time we had THE TALK, haha,” Roxy says, “If the audience chooses you, what’re you going to wish for?”

You play with your hands and hope that the heat won’t cause your makeup to run, “I, blimey, I never really thought about the wording…”

“I think I’ll wish for inner strength,” Jane says, her eyes are determined but they’re wet, “Or, you know, the ability to be able to deal with things. To get over them.”

“Oh Janey!”

You watch as they embrace. You feel a bit awkward so you crawl in your tent and fall asleep.

On the second day Roxy gives you a few sips out of her flask and you don’t react well. You spend the journey vomiting and hiding from the cameras (you don’t quite manage that last one), and trying to fix your troll paint so the tear tracks don’t show.

Jane sits beside you as you lean against a tree and she lets you have one of her granola bars and a bottle of water.

“Thank you.”

“Not a problem at all. I, um, Roxy can be a bit…forward at times. She had no idea that trolls reacted that way to alcohol, I can assure you, or else she wouldn’t have been so careless.”

“It’s okay, really. I should have asked.”

Roxy comes running out of the forest, arms outstretched, headed towards you. Your eyes widen.

“Oh Calile I’m sorry!” she holds you and your spine stiffens, “I didn’t mean to make you sick! You’re the bestest troll ever and I love you and forgive me pleasies?”

The camera catches all that and you force a smile as you hug her back.

On the third day they ask you what it’s like being a troll. Your first instinct is to recite all the facts you know about them but that seems unnatural so you shrug.

“Well, I never grew up on Alternia. I mostly just lived here on Earth. Like you lot.”

You take a rest on a hill, sun pouring down your backs. Roxy unceremoniously drops all her camping gear, Jane chides her and you run for the shade.

“So wait, do you have a, er, kismisesis? Or a matespirit? Tell me all your quadrants,” Roxy plops down next to you. Jane’s rummaging through her bag. Her skin is a lot redder than it was before.

“Gosh Roxy. That’s personal, isn’t it?”

“We’re on a reality show, Jane, how much more impersonal can we get?”

Jane turns to you, “Don’t listen to her. Tell us as little or as much as you want.”

“No, it’s okay. I haven’t filled any of my quadrants, actually.”

“Aw really?” Roxy frowns and puts her head on your shoulder. You think by the end of the week you’ll have gotten used to her clingy nature.

“Looks like we’re all just a bunch of hot bachelors! We should spice up the show and have an orgy or something.”

You swallow nervously but Jane just rolls her eyes and laughs so you figure it wasn’t a serious suggestion.

Later that night Jane and Roxy find a lake and go swimming. It looks like fun but you’re content to only be a spectator. You suppose.

On the fourth day the producer calls everyone in for a meeting and tells you that you’re getting along too well—you need to do something dramatic to keep the audience interested. As incentive, he tells you that Roxy’s in the lead for audience votes.

Everything’s awkward now. Your conversations are strained and forced so you eventually stop talking. Roxy takes out her flask again and drinks more than she did on the previous day. Jane attempts to take it away and in the struggle it spills all over the ground and Roxy stomps off, demanding that she’s going to “take a leak”.

You climb a tree and Jane stares up at you. You tell her she should climb too. She laughs.

“I don’t know. I’m wearing a skirt and I wouldn’t want to scrape up my legs.”

“You could put on some pants, then?” She doesn’t respond. There’s a ladybug crawling on the trunk and you touch it carefully, “The view is really splendid from up here.”

She bites her lip. And then she grabs a pair of pants, throws them on under her skirt and climbs. She goes higher than you do, laughing the entire way. You don’t think you’ve seen her so happy before.

“You know, tolot paper should grow on trees. If I end up getting, like, vagina burn from these leaves then I’m going to be so pissed!”

She notices Jane’s head peeking out from the top of the tree and she smiles and screams “woohoo”.

Later that night Roxy grabs Jane’s face and kisses her. Your mouth hangs open and so does Jane’s. She’s bright red as she slaps Roxy’s knee and laughs. You laugh too but when Roxy turns to you and leans in you recoil.

“I can’t,” you say.

“Aww man, okay. No smoochies for us.”

It takes forever to fall asleep that night.

On the fifth day they find out what you are.

You oversleep and are woken up by Roxy collapsing on top of you.

“Oh would you leave the poor girl alone?” Jane says.

“No, man. If I have to be up this early then everyone has to be up!”

You turn on your side. The first thing you see is Roxy’s eyes, wide and pink and confused.

“What’s that on your face?”

Some of your makeup came off during the night. There’s a patch of green skin that extends from your neck to underneath your eye. You sit up quickly and your wig and horns go flying off your head.

You spend the morning taking off your makeup and telling your friends exactly what you are. The camera catches everything; you bitterly think that they finally have the drama they desired. You try your best to keep your hideous face in the shadows.

“But Callie, you’re not ugly! Look at those cheekbones. Girrl, do you know what I would give to have suckers like those?” she pokes them and it feels weird to have someone touch your skin.

Jane’s eyes have stopped popping out of her skull. She sits down next to you, leaning against the tent, “She’s right, dear. You’re not ugly at all. You’re just different.”

You don’t want to be different.

It’s a late start due to the incident and you don’t hike very far at all. You hope that you’ll be able to get to your destination by the end of the week. Jane and Roxy don’t talk much but they throw you looks of support every few minutes.

It’s comforting knowing that they care, but you wish they’d stop.

Later that night you sit in the confessionals tent, sans makeup, and tell the audience what you are.

“I’m a Cherub. I’m… our species is spread across the universe; we have no planet to call our own. This is what we look like,” you swallow and stare at the ground, “And that’s why I’m on this show. I want to… if the audience votes for me, when we make it to the Fairy’s summit, I’d…I’d wish to be beautiful.”

On the sixth day Roxy and Jane bombard you while you’re getting ready. They say they want to be trolls too. You end up sitting in the sun laughing and getting makeup everywhere. You have two extra sets of horns but only one extra wig, so Roxy takes the wig, insisting that Jane’s hair is already close enough to troll black, and ties daisies around her horns.

“Oh man Janey. We are so cool looking. When we get back no one will be able to resist a piece of this.”

Roxy loops her arms around both of you and for the first time in your life you feel like you belong.

Later that night you reach another lake and they pull you in this time.

You watch as gray paint falls from your skin, settles thick on the water before washing out. You throw your horns and wigs to the shore and you’re having so much fun splashing and swimming that you forget to care about what you look like.

There’s something pressing uncomfortably on your foot. You reach down and pick up a rock, glowing blue and red and green and purple and orange and pink and when you loosen your palm it shoots into the sky and rains color all over the water.

When the show ends everyone’s quiet.

Roxy’s floats on her back, “You know, when we got to the summit, I was gonna wish for my mom to come back.”

You stare at her.

“But I’m not sure… if I need to anymore? I just want to not feel so alone, you know?”

You know.

You and Jane dunk her under the water and she yells that you’re both ‘dumb bitches’.

When you come out Roxy grabs your arms and kisses you.

You don’t feel anything romantic but you feel a deep sense of companionship and trust so you kiss her back. When Roxy’s gone Jane comes in for a hug and you sigh happily.

The summit’s in sight but you think you don’t need to reach it anyway.

On the last day the producers give you all a heads up. They tell you that you won.

Your stomach drops and tears catch the corners of your eyes. Roxy and Jane look genuinely happy for you as they hold your hands.

You don’t put any makeup on that day.

The journey is filled with quiet moments. The three of you split a bag of Cheeze-Its (humans really are fantastic at culinary endeavors), chase a bunny (you didn’t catch him), and rub lotion over your exposed skin (you don’t need any but you help Jane even as she winces because she burns too easily). You’re not supposed to know that you’ve the won and it’s easy to keep your excitement contained when you know that this is the last day with your friends.

You hold hands as you climb the summit. The Fairy is waiting, beautiful and blue as she floats with a long gown fluttering behind her. She announces that you’re the winner and Jane and Roxy each give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you step forward.

“What is your wish?” she asks.

You swallow. You dig your feet into the dirt. You sweat.

You don’t know anymore.

The director gives you a sign behind his camera. He’d told you to pause dramatically before making your wish but he obviously hadn’t meant for you to take this long.

Your heart’s beating frantically. You thought this would have been easy. You thought you knew what you wanted!

“I just…” you try to keep your voice from skipping, “I just want to be loved.”

Roxy and Jane run up to you then, encircling you in their arms. You try not to get emotional, but the director gives you a thumbs up and you let the tears fall freely.

The Fairy raises an eyebrow, “You didn’t need me for that.”

No, you’re realizing, you didn’t.

Since that didn’t count as a real wish Roxy takes it upon herself to ask for a flying ship that comes with a jacuzzi and cabinets that are always stocked.

You’re on the deck, running your hands through Roxy’s hair and doing a crossword puzzle with Jane, amazed that your wish came true.

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

FILL: TEAM John<>Vriska

Re: FILL: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

Re: FILL: TEAM [Dirk<3Roxy] TAGS: [N/A]

Re: FILL: TEAM SOLLUX <> TEREZI

no subject

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

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

FILL: TEAM [eridan♥feferi♥sollux]

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3Roxy

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

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

FILL: TEAM Psiioniic <3 Signless

FILL: TEAM [Alpha!Dave/Alpha!Rose]

FILL: Team Aradia<3Rose

FILL: Aradia<3<Vriska

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA