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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
  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.

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!
swagmageddon: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[personal profile] swagmageddon 2012-06-11 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
possibly might do this one! it sounds fun. feel free to take it from me though, i might not live up to my promises >:
Edited 2012-06-11 00:46 (UTC)
sempiternalserpent: (SEE YOU IN YOUR NIGHTMARES)

Re: FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3VRISKA

[personal profile] sempiternalserpent 2012-06-11 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
THE PALHONCHO FOR GAMZEE♥KARKAT IS PLEASED. VERY GOOD.
aspiringmathematician: i'm inclined to think so. (spaceshipping)

PROMPT: TEAM NEPETA<3TAVROS

[personal profile] aspiringmathematician 2012-06-11 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Jade<3Kanaya
Spaghetti western+vampires!

[personal profile] thip 2012-06-11 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
i'm glad you like it!!

[personal profile] thip 2012-06-11 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
jfhgjkdf thank you

[personal profile] thip 2012-06-11 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
kid ilu2 aaaaa
salticidae: greyscale render of a human ribcage (gamzee)

PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[personal profile] salticidae 2012-06-11 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Rose<3Kanaya<3Jade

Badfic + Action/Adventure
primitiveradiogoddess: (An Excellent Host)

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[personal profile] primitiveradiogoddess 2012-06-11 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
She's tired of the taste of black liquorice and burnt toast, prominent everywhere amoung the lingering sting of barium in the air, but she keeps her dry mouth open and picks her way through the rubble of a fallen city, flattened in a day, hours, even.

They had come from nowhere, in a burst of powerful sour green apple, and then following up with a tropical mix of explosions that burned thousands of civilians to death within the first minute. Fighting had proved futile, because they kept coming in wave upon wave of swift, merciless destruction. And as quickly as they had arrived to reign fire and death down from the charcoal blackened skies, they had vanished, leaving nothing but a smouldering planet behind.

Terezi isn't sure who's still alive, out of their group that had been Earth's feeble last stand against the unknown bringers of their demise. What she remembers last, after tirelessly blasting enemy after enemy out of the sky, is her sister going off on her own in a last gamble to drive them off, a single lucky roll of her dice that rendered her powerful and deadly, and then ducking into a subway as a building came down on her.

When she emerged, her world of colorful tastes and scents had all become dulled, dusty, and reeking of death and burning coals.

The tatters of her teal skirt cling to her legs, torn gloves proving useful when digging through rubble and dusted boots loud against broken concrete, following her nose and seeking nourishment after three long days in soupy black with only her cane, her trusty, light-bringing cane, to guide her down train tracks and to the thin daylight once again.

She hears the crumble of rock and feels the embrace of gentle arms around her waist that tell her that Aradia's caught up, and Terezi cracks a grin when the sound of splashing water coming from something in her hand reaches her ear.

"Is that blueberry tasting bottle you're carrying have what I think it does?" She giggles.


"Yup!"

She's never been fond of mineral water, but she doesn't care because it rinses her mouth free from dust and ashes and tastes like clear, cool heaven. Terezi downs half of it and hands it back to the source of that wonderful pomegranite scent source.

"Where'd you find this?"

"There's a supermarket down this street." A warm hand takes hers and pulls her in the direction her partner had come from, the only moving things that make noise in the midst of an empty, smoking city.

Later, stocked up on food and water, they'll move on, seeking anyone who's survived, but for now, in the aftermath of a battle that she was sure not all of them could have survived, Terezi's glad that, of all people to be stuck in a situation like this, it was her.
dragon_bagon: A picture of Batman, Robin and Batwoman edited in Terezi's style so they became Terezi, Dave and Rose respectively. (Hark! The Knightwatch symbol!)

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3VRISKA

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-06-11 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa! So cool! What HOT B4B3S!

PROMPT: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

[personal profile] hellasafety 2012-06-11 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
a prompt for team feferi<3aradia: comedy of manners and slice of life
novatoast: (hold me tight)

FILL: TEAM Gamzee<>Karkat

[personal profile] novatoast 2012-06-11 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
It was just like any other day when Private Eye J first met him; all swank with his trinkets and exuberant sense of style. Little did she know that purchasing a vial of suspicious looking liquid toted as a “love potion” of sorts on that dreary late-afternoon to get him to split the scene would mark the first of many encounters with this individual. He came and went as he pleased, and no matter how hard-boiled her methods, she could not find a trace of the man afterwards. A phantom of the night.

A person of interest.

But the city never sleeps as they say, so life went on as her leads one by one dried up. Dames and gents alike paid visit to her office with a sticky situation or a promising mystery for her to solve in the meanwhile.

The second time she met the man was during an undercover mission. Fedora on head and fake mustache in place, she--most assuredly, merely momentarily--abandoned her case to give chase to the stranger. Meeting eye contact with him was a whirlwind thunderstorm in the drought that became of his case and she was determined not to lose him. Who was he? Where did he come from? What exactly was in that bunk potion? How many others fell victim to his wares? She was certain he was not to be trusted and it electrified her nerves. That, or she was spurred on by the desire to win back her side of the pranksters gambit between them since falling for his tomfoolery. Comedy was in her blood after all. She was not about to let herself be outmatched by this joker of a character.

He gave her quite the runaround before she had him cornered in an alleyway. Breathing hard, she laughed in her distinctive way, “Hoo hoo! Why aren’t you the slippery devil!”

“The store is all up and motherfuckin’ closed, my fine-ass sister. Permanent-like, you dig?” he’s cool as a cucumber despite the detective blocking his only clear exit. Neither of them have drawn weapons, but that could all change in an instant with just one wrong move if she‘s reading the current situation right. Although, honestly, while he’s clearly focused there is still enough blankness to his expression that there could be any number of reasons behind his smile. To cast his every action in doubt is how she chose to understand him best under the circumstances.

“Oh! Now I do wonder how that could possibly happen,” she’s seen and heard much worse than his brand of vulgarity and so pushes onwards undeterred. “Might it be that you do not have a merchant’s permit, mister…? Well shucks, I don’t believe I know your name!”

He had laughed at her then. Nasally, and nearly sounding like a “honk” if that weren’t just so absurd! She learned of his agility when he jumped and ran along the face of a wall to pass her with seemingly ease. Then, the moment she turned around to pursue him anew was exactly when a fluffy cream pie had hit her dead center in the face. That cad! And a coward too! Oh, how her pranksters gambit plummets! She suffered her loss to the fool.

It was on that day, while wiping cream from her delicate taped-on mustache, that Detective Jane Crocker had sworn to herself that she would not underestimate him again.

From joy buzzers and slippery banana peels to wooden nickels and smoke pellets, Jane had every intent to enjoy herself immensely in their encounters that followed. And so she did.
murasakivie: (Baby Wizard Eridan)

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[personal profile] murasakivie 2012-06-11 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Eridan<3Sollux

Medieval Fantasy, Road Trip
gallantjester: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: Team Karkat<3Karkat

[personal profile] gallantjester 2012-06-11 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
ahhh this sounds so cool i'll get to work on it now! :)
lovejourney: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE

[personal profile] lovejourney 2012-06-11 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Dave<3Aradia. Steampunk + Slice-of-life.
miltennious: (Default)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[personal profile] miltennious 2012-06-11 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
idk if i'm going to be able to properly fill this yet but WOW this prompt is fantastic. i just. needed to say that, lol.

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

[personal profile] hellasafety 2012-06-11 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
I just couldn't resist badfic, I hope this is awful enough for you :)

________
"Wow we are going camping." Whispered Jade dramatically as she stood in the woods.

"Yes it seems that is what we are doing." Said Rose, looking at Jade's choice ass they drove to the camping place which was a forest with some places to put tents on the ground.

Jade's ass did not comment, but it was excited about camping as well.
WATCH OUT FOR THE TROLLS said the sign on the side of the road when Rose pulled over to assess the situation.

"I am so afraid of the trolls and also they are my kink." Jade touched the sign with her finger, rubbing it erotically.

Rose nodded. "I am also so glad that there are trolls here today because I have always secretly wanted to have therapy with trolls trolls are good for therapy."

"Hello I am A TRoll my name is Kanaya." Said Kanaya when she heard about the girls liking trolls. "I have so much therapy needs and am also a total lesbian. I only like fashion."

Jade yiffed excitedly when she saw Kanaya, doing a summersault. Rose knitted a sweater in happiness.

"Have you heard about the great Danger." Asked Kanaya in a sultry tone. Her eyes shone like shiny glass beads of glass, her hair was black like black velvet, her skin was ashen as though something had been on fire and then burnt up like in that song by Nelly Furtado about good things coming to an end. Kanaya's rear end was a good thing but it wasn't in the song.

"No we didnt hear about that please tell us about it we are smart girls also we have guns." Said Rose passively.

Jade pulled her hunting rifle out of the pocket of her short shorts and fired at a bird, which fell to the ground like a rock that has been thrown from the sky.

"Good" Said Kanaya. "The great Danger is a secret temple and it is for exploring of the caverns under the temple there is much danger there and monsters to fight."

Jade crouched all karate-like and made whirring noises like a helicopter. "I am so ready for danger hot troll lady."

Rose nodded. "I am also ready for danger I am very sarcastic and witty and long winded."

WOW!

Then they began to walk to the great Danger while making out hotly. Kanaya touched Rose with her foot when they approached. " There becomes the great Danger."

Suddenly a huge mummy run out of a tree and towards the
girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jade jumped into the air saying "WHOOAA" and Kanaya kicked the mummy in the face. Rose pulled on the bandage or whatever that was wrapped around the mummy's face and unveiled...

a rotted face hole.

Jade shot at the face with three bullets and the zombie fell onto the forest floor, moaning.

"This moaning is so hot." Said all three girls at the same time.

"You are so hot." They also said.

"We have defeated the bad guy its time to fall in love."

And then Jade whipped her meloncholy hair over her shoulder and threw her glasses away in slow motion, exposing her eyes which her green as a pair of green pants.

Rose was overcome with lust and jumped on her, pulling Kanaya with her. They fell onto the ground and adventured.
cypher: (femme dangereuse)

[personal profile] cypher 2012-06-11 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
They fell onto the ground and adventured.

This is a strong contender for the title of "best ending line in the history of fanfiction." ♥
primitiveradiogoddess: (An Excellent Host)

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[personal profile] primitiveradiogoddess 2012-06-11 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hope this doesn't disappoint!

-

The gentle scribble of pencils moving across paper is all that she hears for a while, the silence in the room eating everyone up as they focus on their tests and try to sneak looks at that one smart person sitting next to them when the teacher is occupied by computer work.

Aradia fills in answers that she knows, and then pauses upon coming across one that she very well knows to be a trick question. She mulls it over, struggling to come up with an answer, before she gently taps the surface of her desk three times with her well-worn eraser.

To anyone else looking, she would have looked to have been doing such a thing out of habit and in her confusion. That is what they see.

What she's see's in the corner of her eye is the spectral image with long, messy black hair that all but englulfs her frame float over the teacher's shoulder, unnoticed and with a contemplative look on her face.

She drifts back over a moment later, and Aradia brushes her hair behind her ear as she leans close.

"It's B." The girl whispers in her ear. Of course, there is no need for such theatrics, but lord knows this sweet girl who she's come to call her best friend doesn't enjoy a bit of sneakiness. Aradia grins and fills in the answer.

She's the only one who get's the answer correct out of her entire class, she learns later with smug pleasure.

But for now, as she turns in her test and proceeds to exit the room before anyone else, the warmth of summer on her skin and the taste of freedom in her mouth.

They sit behind the school for a while, talking and laughing and joking about how teachers really shouldn't leave answer keys where ghosts can find them.

Feferi may be the spectral image of an unfortunate cheerleader who's life came to a quick, unfortunate end in a freak accident regarding a poorly placed mat and a misguided human pyramid back in the 80's, but the lips that place themselves on Aradia's own when it's time for her to go home are cold, tingly, but feel very, very real.
salticidae: an animated gif of gastly, haunter, and gengar laughing (laughing ghost trio)

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

[personal profile] salticidae 2012-06-11 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
it's perfect
para_normally: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[personal profile] para_normally 2012-06-11 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Dave<3Jake: Post-apocalyptic + swords and sorcery.
para_normally: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[personal profile] para_normally 2012-06-11 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
AR<3PM<3WV: Road trip + Dying Earth.
para_normally: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[personal profile] para_normally 2012-06-11 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Dave<3Aradia: Wuxia + weird fiction.
Edited 2012-06-11 01:36 (UTC)
dragon_bagon: a combination of a platypus and a bear standing on it's hind legs and wearing a 1980's fedora (Default)

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-06-11 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
WONDERFUL!
psonu: (Default)

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

[personal profile] psonu 2012-06-11 01:37 am (UTC)(link)

you can find the rest here! http://tinyurl.com/6mvrd56