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 KARKAT<3SOLLUX

[astraldeveloper]

tattoo + religious art, Dave<3Jade<3John<3Rose

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Cyberpunk + Comedy of Manners, Eridan<3<Feferi

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

[playerprophet]

Dirk <3< Draconian Dignitary

Steampunk Mobster AU

[veira]

Dawn, why? I can't fill this, I'm on your team. ;_;

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

[playerprophet]

John<3Karkat<3Jade

SPACE + WESTERN I love space westerns

FILL: TEAM JANE<3ROXY

[tozoku]

"oh man what a good prompt! I'll just do a sketch or somethin' oh man whoops" and then full color and a whole plot outline. I am a little too fond of this genre.



Bounty hunter Jade Harley may not always work within the letter of the law, but to the common people of the Alternian galaxy, her exploits have earned her the title "the Hero of Space." To the outlaws she captures, though, she's more like a witch (or something that rhymes with it anyway).
Nobody's really sure of the exact nature of her relationship with her longtime partner John "Windy" Egbert, a friendly fellow with only a vague recollection of his past, nor with the mysterious man in sunglasses who they've been trying to track down, who refers to himself only as "Father Time."
And all Karkat Vantas knows is that whoever this shades guy is, he better be as good with heat and metal as Harley claims, because these handcuffs aren't exactly comfort-soft and he's beginning to think that he was better off staying on that prison vessel than being picked up by these two insufferable idiots.
"Blood, Wind, and Space," a 26-episode classic space Western series by Madhouse, remastered edition coming 2012. :B

tumblr link~

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

[astraldeveloper]

comic book + impressionism, Davesprite<3Karkat?

PROMPT: Team Dirk<3Equius

[cypher]

Sollux <3 Karkat, art nouveau (a la Mucha) + cyberpunk or steampunk

PROMPT: TEAM JANE<3ROXY

[tozoku]

Aaah this looks so fun!

Post-apocalyptic fantasy + mystery - Jane<3Aranea

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[tehstripe]

Karkat<3Terezi, with Alien Invasion + a Luau.

(OK that last one is not technically a genre but I'm sure somebody can figure out something fun to do with it)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[oreoassassin]

oh my gosh, someone please do this. asdfghjk

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

[playerprophet]

Karkat<3<Karkat<3<Karkat Magical Girl AU + Harem Anime

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

[doubleohally]

omfg someone please do this omfg wait can i do this since im not on that exact team omfg

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[gallantjester]

Sollux<3Nepeta with alien invasion and some tragicomedy, maybe?

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[plaidmage]

this prompt, it was made for me

(i am filling this asap)

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Rose<3Equius

Alien Invasion + Fantasy of manners

FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[cypher]

When the aliens came, it was nothing like the bombastic drama of Hollywood's imaginings. They simply arrived, en masse, their bristling red ships hanging in the air above major metropolitan areas, and announced their assumption of control. The attempts to shoot them down resulted in catastrophic losses for the human military, and no substantial damage to the Alternian forces. It could hardly be called a war; that implied a certain degree of give-and-take in the devastation, when this conflict was one-sided in the extreme. It took less than two weeks for all major Earth powers to officially surrender. (There is still conflict on a smaller scale, and perhaps always will be, but the nations of Earth claim to have ceased all hostilities.)

For all their technological prowess, the aliens cling to a distinctly old-fashioned social system. Rose has studied what records of their culture are available to colonized species; trolls appear to be stuck in some parallel to Europe in the Age of Discovery, which euphemism for conquest has never sounded more bitter. As natives of a "discovered" planet, humans are now subject to trollish attempts to civilize and mold their culture into something the conquerors deem worthy of the term.

Being forcibly civilized is not a thrilling experience.

Rose fares better than many of her compatriots. The Alternian colonists have decided that she is human nobility, and as such they allot her a generous share of the resources provided to the conquered. (She sends as much as she can to Jade and Dave, who have not been so lucky.) They also expect her to attend social functions to represent her people, and demonstrate how well they can integrate into the conquerors' society.

Which is how she comes to the home—castle—of the provincial governor, one Baron Zahhak, in a carriage drawn by an enameled mechanical unicorn. Little girl Rose might have been charmed by the apparent magic of it all, but young woman Rose recognizes that every step is strategic. Her evening gown is black accented with blue—a lighter, greener shade of blue than the baron wears, so as not to suggest that she fancies herself his equal. Her preferred lilacs and lavenders are completely off-limits for public functions; among trolls they are reserved only for the highest of nobility. (She wears a scent with lilac notes instead, a tiny act of rebellion too symbolically buried for most trolls to notice.)

The baron's moirail—a trollish word that appears to mean alternately "best friend," "nanny," "aggravation," and "therapist"—greets Rose at the entrance to the ballroom, a giddy flounce of olive taffeta and cat puns. (The use and cultural importance of puns in troll conversation is a topic on which Rose would write lengthy papers, were it at all permissible for the colonized to make studies of their overlords.) Rose makes pleasant conversation as Miss Leijon waltzes her around the room; their shared affection for cats is a safe enough topic and keeps the atmosphere amicable.

And then Rose meets the baron himself. He is a huge brute of a troll, a foot taller than she is and rippling with muscle; one of his horns is snapped off near the base and his knuckles are battered, ragged with blue-tinged scars. Rose curtsies. "Baron," she says, "it is an honor."

"Miss Lalonde," he says, bowing to her stiffly. "May I have this dance?"

She lays her hand in his palm. "It would be my pleasure," she says.

Zahhak meets her eyes then, and she sees him falter briefly; his cheeks turn blue and he breaks out in a sweat. "Excuse me," he says, fumbling for a handkerchief to mop his brow.

Her eyes, Rose realizes. She can dress as modestly as she likes, but her eyes mark her by troll standards as royalty, and Zahhak finds that unnerving. She files that observation away for the future. "There is nothing to excuse," she says graciously. "Shall we dance?" He looks relieved at the suggestion, and that, too, Rose files away.

Baron Zahhak dances with her, grave and mechanically perfect, and Rose unravels his secrets. She watches the careful restraint of his every gesture, collates that with the strict formality of his speech, maps both of those patterns to the clear reverence he has for hierarchy and the physical reactions he can't suppress. She asks for the second dance, then commands the third. His palm is damp under her fingers and his breathing has grown audible. He stammers when he remarks on how forward she is.

Her own people will call her a traitor for pursuing this; they will see only the ways she betters her own situation, and not the ways that a stronger position would help her help other humans in turn. But this is an opportunity not to be missed.

If she is honest with herself, which she tries to be, then perhaps there is some personal fascination involved in her decision as well. She watches the baron retrieve drinks for them both and feels the questions burning in her mind: where his needs have come from, how he has reached his current position of power with such a vulnerability, how he has managed the impulses that she's sure she can already discern seething just beneath his mannerly facade.

"Thank you," Rose says when Zahhak hands her a silver flute of champagne. She keeps her posture ramrod straight, her chin lifted.

Zahhak mops his brow and gives her an abbreviated bow again. "My pleasure, my lady," he says.

Rose smiles at him in a way she learned from her mother, a smile that says I am doing you a kindness by being pleased with your behavior. His hands tremble. "I have heard, Baron, that you are the mastermind responsible for the robotic marvels like the one that brought me here this evening," she says. She pauses long enough for him to nod, but not long enough for him to take control of the conversation. "I am weary of dancing. Show me your laboratory."

"I should not—" Zahhak begins, but then cannot continue, averting his eyes from the challenge in her stare. Rose takes his arm, wrapping her fingers around his wrist as best she can. She squeezes. "Oh," he says, hoarse with disbelief and longing. "Follow me."

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Jane c3< Roxy/Sollux, detective story + choose your own adventure

FILL: TEAM EQUIUS<3TAVROS

[cygna_hime]

The Mystery of the Missing Mainframe
by Jane Crocker
with a little help from D.S.

PAGE ONE One fine evening, you clamber out of your recuperacoon and head over to your husktop to check in with - yell at? yell in with? - your friends, just as usual.

But what's this? Your precious computer is gone! Vanished, without trace!

to look for clues, go to page 2.
to blame Roxy automatically, go to page 3.

PAGE TWO Sollux Captor, I know you're cheating and going through the book in order! You go back and play the game properly, mister!

Ahem.

Rather than leap to any conclusions, you resolve to do what any gumshoe worth their guts would do, and examine the scene for evidence!

Someone certainly did a number on your respiteblock while you were asleep. Such vulnerability is the cost of sleeping in a sedative, you suppose. The door is open, even though you're pretty sure you shut it before going to sleep. Whoever was here managed to unlock your double-locked door without breaking it.

A piece of masonry crashes past close outside your window. You barely jump. That kind of thing happens a lot in this building.

to conclude that Roxy is definitely the culprit, go to page 4.
to investigate the door, go to page 5.

PAGE THREE Without so much as looking for evidence, you let your emotions run away with you and decide that one Roxy Lalonde must be the culprit! You fling yourself through your window in a blaze of psionics, ready to have a few words with her.

A piece of masonry falls from above and crushes your skull.

Return to page 1 and try again.

PAGE FOUR You decide that there's no point in investigating any further. You know who did it! You don't need no stinking evidence!

The lights go out. You are eaten by a grue.

Return to page 1 and try again.

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[heybuddyboy]

Psiioniic c3< Condesce/Handmaid, romcom + cautionary tale

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

[playerprophet]

Dave<>Jade<>John<>Rose

JRPG + Coming of Age

Think a particularly emotionally significant quest.

PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[jack_of_none]

Dirk<3Jake

Wuxia + giant robots

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Rose<>Feferi

Mirrors for princes + Horror

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

The book is the first thing she sees when she's finally allowed into her new husband and king's room. Into the Looking-Glass, presumably the title, chipped and worn away after all these years guiding a young king. And she wouldn't have paid it any more attention than that one casual glance if a voice from nearby hadn't whispered, "That's where he keeps all his secrets, you know."

She startles, looks around. There's no one there. Rose shakes her head-- only a few hours spent in the company of the boy-king with the hot dead-eyed violet stare and unpredictable mannerisms, and already she feels like she's going insane. "Please show yourself."

"You can hear me?" the voice sounds surprised-- oh, yes, this is perfect. Her people can have a matching pair of insane rulers, it shall be beautiful. "I can't show myself, though."

"Yes," she replies, rolling her eyes in an extremely unladylike manner that would almost certainly get her reprimanded if there were any maids around to see. "Of course I can hear you." She doesn't believe for one second that the voice, that high sweet young voice, can't show itself. Any person can. "Who are you again?" Turning away from the book, not about to believe her own delusions, Rose-

- stops dead in her tracks. For "I'm Feferi Peixes," the voice says, "and I'm dead."

Brilliant. She hears dead people now, just what she's always wanted. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Rose Lalonde, and I'm going to bed."

In the morning, the voice isn't there and the king never arrives, but the book still is. It's almost like it's taunting her to open it. Well, ne'er let it be said she backed down from a challenge...

As soon as she opens it, she wishes she hadn't. Spiky, jagged writing fills the margins, makes corrections on the page, and is that a doodle of someone being vivisected she sees? Dear Lord. It is. She keeps reading with fascinated horror, unable to turn away as incoherent thoughts pour themselves out onto the pages of a book once revered as a god by this madman who calls himself king.

"Don't look behind you," Feferi whispers; it's three months later, and the two queens (one alive, one dead, both hating the boy-king and bonding over it) have become unlikely friends. Rose being Rose, she turns, and-

Well, she already knew he was going mad, with that scrawled diary of advice and crimes each more sickening than the last. The knife's in her back before she even notices he's there, whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, swuh-weet Rosey darlin', but it's the eyes, they remind me so much of her!"

She smiles as she dies, because finally she's free.

(unhelpful as the book was when it came to dealing with one angry, vengeful spirit, it's even less so when it comes to dealing with two…)

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[kuumpiim]

Eridan <3< Jade

Lab lit + dark comedy

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Eridan<3/<3<(don't care)Dualscar

Time Travel + Bodice-ripper romance

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3ROXY

[loudmouthseth]

Dave<3<Vriska Clockpunk + Murder Mystery

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Karkat<>Gamzee

Historical AU + Letters

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Film Noir + Psychological Horror, Bro<3Grandpa.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Clockpunk + Action Adventure, Dirk<3<Equius

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Dirk<3Equius

Court Intrigue + Dark Comedy

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[kuumpiim]

John <3 Karkat
Alpaca romance + Action

FILL: TEAM Dolorosa <3 Mindfang

[ilony]

Best movie ever.

PROMPT: TEAM FEFERI<3EQUIUS

[oreoassassin]

Circus + Action Violence for Gamzee<3Tavros

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3<TEREZI

[ilyat]

HeY bRoThEr
WeLcOmE tO tHe MoThErFuCkIn DaRk CaRnIvAl >:o)

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