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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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Feferi<>Gamzee

political intrigue + space opera

Oh dear. I like this idea. I'm going to see if anything else percolates for this one, though no guarantees until I have an actual computer.

Jade <> Terezi, psychological horror + space opera

Kanaya<3Nepeta

zombies apocalypse + horror

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.

WV <3 Rose, fourth wall breaking + domestic comedy

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.

imaginary voyage + memoir Condesce/Signless?

Karkat<3Equius

cyberpunk + slice-of-life

Edited 2012-06-11 05:22 (UTC)

Do you have a quadrant in mind for that or can I write it black?

Fill in progress, yo :3

!!! i wait with bated breath *____*

john<3dave<3rose<3jade post-apocalyptic + road trip!

This pretty much just turned into a horror movie parody.

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"I'm telling you, this is THE BEST place to make out!" Bushes and tree limbs parted at the edge of the clearing, allowing a bright eyed, grinning Vriska Serket past. With the hand not being used to hold back branches, she tightly clutched the hand of Feferi Peixes. The seadweller, if possible, looked even more excited than her companion.

"Are we finally… here…" The excited tone in her voice trailed away when she saw the scene that waited for them. Vriska, who hadn't been entirely paying attention to the familiar surroundings, finally got a good look around. When she did, she held back the urge to vomit.

The small clearing, one that Vriska herself had often visited in the forest behind her hive as a wiggler, was painted with blood. There seemed to be nearly every shade possible, with the exception of Feferi's own magenta blood, and strewn among it was body parts. Hands, feet, lower jaws, sometimes lone eyes, but more often it was internal organs, looking like they'd been ripped out and forgotten. Feferi put a shaking hand over her mouth while Vriska clenched her teeth. The spider troll wasn't new to death and killing, but this even bothered her. What was worse was that it was in a place so familiar.

"Who… who could have krilled all these trolls?" Feferi looked a little worriedly at Vriska.

"It wasn't me," the cerulean blood snapped. "Besides, I don't kill highbloods. This is the work of someone else. Or something else." That was the other thing that bothered her. None of the cuts on the remaining body parts were clean—there wasn't a weapon involved, just tearing force. And every body part looked like it was from a different troll.

"Let's go back, Vriska," Feferi said, tugging the other girl's hand, but Vriska shook her head.

"Like hell I am now. I'm getting to the bottom of—" She was cut off by a scream that ended with a terrible ripping sounds. Vriska faltered for a moment. The scream had been close, less than a few yards behind them. Both girls whirled around, backing farther into the clearing. Feferi cringed when her bare feet touched blood, but they otherwise kept their eyes in the direction of the noise.

The next noise was soft at first, barely perceptible, but the forest was silent otherwise, like the very wind was holding its breath. It was a gentle creaking of footsteps on grass, growing closer, and occasionally accompanied by the swish of leaves in a person's wake. By this time, both trolls had taken their weapons from their strife specibus. Feferi clinged to her trident, and Vriska squeezed her dice in her hands so hard that she felt sure their points would cut through her skin.

The wait was unbearable, and both girls felt their aquatic vascular pump beat faster and faster as the noises drew closer. But just as the tree branches began to part, a cloud passed over both moons, blocking their only source of light. They could barely see the figure in black when it stepped into clearing, but Vriska still caught the wetness dripping from its hands. Fresh blood.

Laughter rang through the air, hollow and cruel. It shook the girls, and for a moment, neither were sure they could move. The figure moved closer.

And then, to their surprise, the figure proceeded to slip and fall in the bloody grass.

For a moment, Feferi and Vriska just stared in shock, not quite comprehending what they were seeing. Then, as one, they both laughed uproariously, a sharp contrast to the figure's laughter only a moment ago.

"What—don't laugh!" The voice, angry and indignant, was obviously that of the killer. His voice was actually a little nasally and high pitched, which only proceeded to make them laugh harder. He tried to scramble to his feet, but he couldn't seem to get a good grip. He kept slipping in the wet grass and falling face first. Finally, the cloud was swept away by the wind, and the two moons illuminated the scene.

Judging from the remainder of the face paint on the troll's face, Vriska guessed he was probably a highblood, but certainly not anyone she knew. He was a little scrawny, truth be told, and not particularly imposing at all. Though, she guessed, he did kill all those people. Now, though, his face was smeared with blood of multiple colors, and when he looked up and glared at them, the absurdity of the rainbow on his face only made them laugh harder. He growled and finally managed to climb to his feet.

"You—" he started, but that was all he had the time to get out before Vriska got a hold of herself and rolled her dice. The effect was instantaneous. He was suddenly paralyzed. Unable to move and further, he glared at them.

"Huh," Vriska said. "Not a lethal one. You can do the honors, Fef."

"Shore!" The Empress-to-Be, now in control of her own mirth, replied before stabbing him in the stomach with her trident.

After that, the two decided that the forest might not be such a great make out place after all, and from then on, they stuck to Vriska's hive.

Vriska<3Feferi, romantic comedy + horror.

oh my God yes

Dave<3<Gamzee, crime fiction + street lit.

Edited 2012-06-11 05:37 (UTC)

Dave<3Rose, comedy + supernatural.

John<3Rose, post-apocalyptic + romantic comedy.

Bro♥John, fairytale & alternative history

Dirk♥Equius, spaghetti western & coming of age

This is pulp as heck! I love it--Jake's dead-eye glasses especially.

Jane♥UU, "film" noir & slapstick

Awwww, look at them! Here's hoping no one Thelma & Louises. Great fill!

They think all of the radiation from the nuclear explosions has mostly subsided -- "Besides, Jade is some sort of radiation-eating dog, right?" John reminds them, even though it's not technically true -- so of course the thing to do as some of the few survivors of the apocalypse is to hijack a car and drive from upstate New York to Seattle.

Dave's seen it done on COPS, and Jade is pretty handy with a wrench, so it's not hard for them to kick the car into action and off they go, heading as due West as they think they can get. Dave's driving - mostly because he's seen Bro do it occasionally, and no one trusts Rose to not pull off to the side of the road and examine the charred remains of some unfortunate sole - Jade in the passenger seat, John and Rose in the back.

"Do you think anyone else survived?" Jade looks out the window at the wreckage as they pass through some city in Pennsylvania, crumpled remains of bodies and burnt out buildings passing them by at sixty miles per hour. Dave drives like he's being chased by the cops, but so far the only authority figure they've seen is an abandoned EMS, blood splattered all over the windshield and front of the vehicle.
"Not all of us can be gods, Jade," Rose's voice is soft. "I doubt that there's much left for us anywhere on this planet."

Dave kicks the podunk car into driving a little faster, all three of them steadfastly attempting to ignore the sniffles and tears that come from the passenger seat.

At the Ohio border they decide to start playing a game: every time they pass an abandoned, SUV, they kiss. Every town, they stop. And after finding more gas and some food that looks edible (pretty swag that the time god can make a tomato go back in time until its deradiated, huh?), they all try to cheer each other up by taking turns at playing games. On Dave's turns, it's all spin the bottle, empty coke cans spinning on deserted sidewalks and John murmuring appreciatively when Rose and Jade "use their tongues, dude, just like liv tyler in that movie!" For John, it's about the movies -- and surprisingly, a lot of towns had movie theaters that survived. So they watch whatever's available, in the vaults or on the reels, throwing stale popcorn at the screen during the bad parts and laughing at the sappy ones. Jade prefers the parks, running to the swings and demanding to be pushed, to slide, to run on spinning wheels and climb monkey bars. Sometimes, she even finds old amusement parks for them, getting the engines on the machines to work with some old-fashioned elbow grease, and watching as Dave screams like a little girl at the drops. But for Rose, it's about stories -- the stories she tells, of course, but the ones the others can tell too. Stories of SBURB, stories of their childhoods, things they had never thought to tell one another before. Rose explained that she held elegant tea parties with her horrorterror princesses; Dave admitted that kids made fun of him for his eyes; John, shifty eyed, explained that he had once pretended to be a detective; Jade confessed that sometimes it was so lonely on her island that she would hide in the jungle for days, until Bec zapped her home.

When they weren't driving, they raided houses -- going into the personal lives of deceased others was fascinating, in a way. Some houses were perfectly preserved, mysteriously unhurt by the fire and debris, from the green flames and radiation. Others weren't so lucky. They'd find the largest bed they could and all curl up in it, pulling the covers to their chins and moving together. Jade snored -- Perhaps when I become a doctor, I'll see to fixing a cure for you, Rose tells her every morning -- but none of them seemed to mind, because it was always back into the car, back on the road.

They make it to Seattle in two weeks, but they aren't happy there. They find a note from Dad -- SON, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, THEN I HAVE GONE WITH A VERY CLASS LADY AND HER ASSOCIATES TO A BUNKER IN PERU -- and decide that they don't want to stay in a city with no people.

"Well, if we're driving again, I want a fucking tank," Dave points over his shoulder at the neighbors' SUV, unused since the disaster but in relatively good condition. They all agree enthusiastically -- Jade yells "Hooray!" and runs for the backseat, John barreling in after her. Rose walks slightly more dignified, sitting down on the leather front seat with only the barest rustle of fabric. Dave takes his sweet time getting to the driver's seat, fiddling with the mirrors and controls, until the twins in the back tell him to hurry up.

"You know," Rose mentions, looking at everyone. "Before we go, how about a kiss for good luck? After all, we don't know what crossing the border will be like. It might be months until we get to Peru."

The car erupts with cheers as every single member kisses the other, the engine sputters to life, and the kids barrel out of the neighborhood, every single one of them wondering how long it would be until they could get "good Mexican food."

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

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

no subject

PROMPT: TEAM CRUXTRUDER

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

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

PROMPT: TEAM CRUXTRUDER

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PROMT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM NEPETA<3TEREZI

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Re: PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Tavros

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Tavros

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE