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 Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[gomimushi]

Meenah <3/<3< Feferi
Sibling Rivalry + Magical Girls

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[universeheart]

Here you go.

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

Dirk<3Jake, genderbend + coffeeshop au

FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3EQUIUS

[chromatic_coma]

Dirk hates overpriced coffee, but he loves the cute new barista they hired at the Starbucks a couple of blocks from his uni.

He loves her a lot.

Once might be able to argue, and rightfully so, that Dirk hardly knew Jakie. But that would mean disregarding their conversations, her cute giggle and the way he could coax it out of her like she was a baby grand and he had magic fingers. It would mean disregarding the way her eyes lit up and she waved when he walked in, and how she always played along and swooned when he leaned on the counter and winked over his shades.

Armed with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and with months between him and Valentines' Day for the ultimate irony, Dirk enters the shop in the middle of July. He can't even bask in the cool A/C because his palms are sweaty and he feels... flustered. It's a new feeling for Dirk.

As he walks up to the counter, Dirk sees Jakie's eyes brighten, as always, and then fall bemusedly to the flowers he has in hand. He grins a little, and flourishes them dramatically at her.

"Oh fair maiden of the grind, please give me, but a petty, loyal customer, the honor of taking you out on the sickest date of your life."

It's hard to read Jackie's expression at first, but then she settles on a toothy little grin (and her buck-teeth are the cutest fucking thing!), and leaps over the counter to sweep Dirk off his knee.

"Finally!" She laughed, and then she kissed you on the lips so hard you weren't sure the taste of coffee was ever going to come out.

But that would be totally worth it.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[mirroreuler]

John<3Vriska, parody + yaoi manga! (That is, in the style of a yaoi manga - no gender bending is necessary, though it isn't forbidden!)

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[mirroreuler]

John<3Rose<3Jade with high school AU + fluff!

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[sirlampalot]

John <3 Karkat

Rebellious group against a corrupt "utopia"(*) + magic

(*) Kind of similar to Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 I suppose! Everything posing as safe and harmonious, with the public largely oblivious.

Please and thank you! uvu

FILL: TEAM [Jake<3Terezi]

[mouseflower]

Pretty much the same idea as Fahrenheit 451(because I just read it) and there is a monster or something coming out of that screen (is that magic enough? :P). Karkat is distracted by one of the screens. I came up with some kind of story in my head but I don't really remember what it was. This is the first time I ever drew Karkat or John.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Terezi <3 Vriska with spy fiction and romantic comedy!

FILL: TEAM DUALSCAR<3PSIIONIIC

[gettothedragons]

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Eridan <3< Vriska with comedy of manners and psychological horror!
(Can that even be done? I'm curious!)

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Aradia <3 Sollux with murder mystery and ghost story!

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

[hauteclare]

Jade<3Kanaya<3Rose - Teen Vampire Flick (EHEMTWILIGHTPERHAPS???) + Parody

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

[rakopandaowl]

ON THIS

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI

[kiyama]

KANAYA<3VRISKA / 1950's au + girl's bathroom

FILL: TEAM Dualscar<3<Mindfang

[retardokoolaid]

here you go!

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<3EQUIUS

[person4]

WV <3< Jack <3< PM <3 WV

Cosmic horror and Tragicomedy

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<3EQUIUS

[person4]

Jade <> Jack

Tech noir and Slice of Life

[dragon_bagon]

Curtainfic + Atompunk for Dave<3Terezi!

[chronologicalimplosion]

First of all, you forgot to put the prompt header.

Secondly, I really want to fill this, but no promises on speed or anything.

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

[davekatprincess]

Pairing: Eridan<3Vriska
Genres: Hurt/Comfort and Zombies

PROMPT: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[manisoke]

Davesprite<3John

SCP and Tragedy.

[manisoke]

Equius<3/<3-Terezi

Role play and Power play.

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

[your name is karkat vatnas wiat no its cg haha and youre in big troble: you just made one of your friends narmed ac cry. you just were really angry and tired like usual and you know she doesnt really blame you, but you were mad and she was aonly trying to help like usual cuz thats what she sodes lol sges just the cutset kitty girl in the world1!!

but you were all angry and so you yeld "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS IT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!?! STOP TRYING TO FUCKING TALK TO ME, FUCKASS! CAN’T YOU FUCKING SEE I’M TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEEEEEEEP!?!?!?!?!?" but you didnt realy mean it because nopawdy can sta ymad at ac. shes a kitty only ecexpty better, with a tail and ears and absuoltey none of the weaknessose of a kitty like whispers, only the pretty parst, and the sweet and agile parts because thtas who ac is. a beautiful kitty girl and o noes why are you thinking these thoushgts!

so you run really fast after her and grab her hand and its all soft and therse cefinitely no claws to hurt you lol because that would be bad and mot contudicnve or wwhatever to love. she says ":33< I’m sorry karkitty. i just wanted to help, but I didn’t know…" because shes really nice and furgiving and stuff. yeah.

now you feel even worse!1 and you reaise just how super stupud you were, beclaws you just made ac cry. the really cute kittys' moirail is a musclebeast called ct. ct hates you already, onyl in the platonic sense because yoai is icky lol. but anyway ct has enough strength to snap you in half like a thing thats esily snapped in half. if ct were to find out what you did to her…OH FUCK. yeah youre proably gonna die lol (A/N: :33 < don't worry! im not actually going to kill off karkitty, h33h33! even if thats totally something equius would do-- oops! i mean cg and ct, h33h33, you dindt s33 anything at pawl)

you really quickly try to make her not unahppy by saying "LOOK, AC, THIS WAS MOSTLY MY FUCKING FAULT. I JUST TIRED AND FED UP WITH FUCKASSES, AND YOU JUST GOT TO ME WHEN I WAS AT MY BREAKING POINT. SO I GUESS WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY IS THAT IM A SORRY PIECE OF SHIT." and you dont sdesrve her! wait no where did that come from lol youre cg anyone would be lucky to haver you and shes really forbiving anyway.

":33< *sniff* r-really :??" asks ac and oh shit shes fucking crying you ares the worst fusckass ever!2212!

"YEAH. BUT UH…LOOK, IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DO TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU, JUST A-*YAAAAAAAWWN*-ASK." you say because youre really rired and stuff and you just want her to calm downs o you can go to sleep.\

":33< aaaacually cg, maybe there is smething you can do to make me feel better, h3hree!" she asays in her rally cute quirk that youre always camazing she can put in her speech even though yours is just yeling a lot an really easy. ":33< it’s pretty close to my bedtime, and you look like you could use a nap too. prrhaps you would like to sleep with me tonight?"

oh would you efur but the rest of theis scene is seconrsed beacuse all they do is really cute fluffy sltuff like sleep together and ew no not in that sense perverts!]

... Oh, dear sweet Lord, what the hell have you just read? With a reminder of why you never let your moirail and that fishy violetblood near a computer when they're drunk practically tattooed across your forehead, you turn and call out the door in your most dignified fashion, "NEPETA LEIJON! GET IN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

What you really want to know is how they even got the alcohol in the first place. You think you might be needing some right now, if only to burn away the memory of this awful fic.

PROMPT: Team Dave<3Karkat

[lacertae_dreamscape]

Dirk<3<uu long distance relationship + musical

PROMPT: TEAM English

[fencesatmidnight]

Kanaya <3 or <3< Vriska

[any red or black pairing of your choice really I just would love to see these two genres in a Homestuck fic]

Farcical comedy+Fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

[hauteclare]

Dave<3Jade<3John<3Rose - Oriental + Ancient Dynasties

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[lattelatte]

Dirk<3uu: sea story/mythology

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

Mindfang/Vriska (any quadrant, or hell, they don't even need to have one); erotica + psychological horror

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3<DAVE

[nikineon]

How about some post-apocalyptic urban fiction combination for Roxy<3Gamzee?

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

The second you saw the one-wheeled devices rolling improbably down from behind the half-ruined buildings, each one manned by a clown with huge horns and a brighter, more ridiculous wig than the last, you knew you weren't getting out of this without making a mess.

"Come on," you softly urge your carapacian followers, trying to get them to huddle into a tight group behind you. They gather into bunches easily enough; the hard part is getting them not to look up. They usually scare easy, or at least easier than you, and like to break into awkward stiff-legged runs and end up getting into more trouble on their own than they would if they'd just stuck together. Fortunately, though, they seemed to finally be getting it.

So it's just you and the clowns, six of them by your count - no, you amend yourself, as the grandest and tallest clown of them all rolls out from behind a large rock and makes his way down as the others circle. Seven. And all you've got is... well, you. And your fists, and your rifle, and maybe a couple of carapacians who might be able to fight. Problem was that the little guys and gals had been so shell-shocked by what had happened to their city that they were having a hard time realizing that any of this was real, or something - you wish you could speak their language, sometimes! You'll learn it, if there's ever time.

Which there definitely isn't any of, right now. You're busy trying to think of a decent way to disable enough of the clown-trolls to clear a gap for you and your followers before they could stop you when King Clown, or whatever, rolls up and stops right in front of you. "Hey," he says, in a slightly loopy voice. "That's a motherfuckin' trippy scarf you got there."

You're not sure what you were expecting this guy to say, but that was definitely in your bottom five. "Thanks!" you say as brightly as you can manage while still keeping a tight grip on your gun. The other clowns are laughing around you, still circling, and you're pretty sure they're getting closer.

"Yeah," he says as if you hadn't spoken. He nimbly hops off of his unicycle and he leans in closer, and you smell... oh, man. You have no idea what you're smelling on his breath, but you're pretty sure he's gotten into some really, really, really good shit. "The motherfuckin' colors, man, they're all up and motherfucking in my eyes, you know? All like... bright and happy miracles."

"Miracles," the others around him echo. Now that you see them more closely, you can tell that only maybe half of them are actually trolls; the rest are humans all painted up to look like trolls, with fake horns on cheap-ass hairbands. Go figure. "Motherfucking miracles."

"Yeah," you say slowly, trying to remember what you've learned about dealing with druggies. Talk slow. Never make any fast movements. And whatever you do, don't take any of whatever they're on. "It's a real pretty scarf, isn't it? Got it a long time ago, from my... from my mother." It's true, in a way. You found it in the bunker after you woke up, and who else could've left it behind? You're still hoping to see her again, someday. Surely she's out here somewhere, in this crazy world of fire and rubble.

"Your... mother?" he repeats, cocking his head. His eyes darken slightly in confusion.

Oh, no. What's the right word? Your mind races. "My... I mean... my lusus!"

"Ohhhhh," he breathes. "Well. Motherfucker's gotta take care of his lusus. They take care of us, right? Been a real long time since I've seen mine." He looks a little maudlin. "But I'm sure he's safe. He's got a big motherfuckin sea to hide in."

"That's right," you agree, trying to stay as chill as you can manage. "They take good care of us, and sometimes that means they gotta go searching, right?"

"Hey, yeah," he says, brightening.

"Yo, Gamzee!" one of the humans in facepaint shouted, scowling behind the paint. "Are we gonna start with the robbing or are we just gonna have some kind of lame feelings jam all night -"

He didn't get any further than that, unless you count the scream of pain as one of the others - a real troll, if Roxy knew anything, and a big one - clubbed him in the leg. "Stop questioning the highblood," the troll calmly ordered him. "You were warned."

"Hey, yo, c'mon, brother!" He turned to look at the quarreling pair. "Look, now, I up and appreciate the motherfucking love, you know that, but why you gotta hurt him to show it?"

"He was making trouble," the troll said, uncertainly.

"We're all makin' trouble, brother. All a bunch of up-and-coming troublemakers, in the same spirit as the Mirthful Messiahs themselves. Now take him home and take care of his busted-up leg."

"Of course, highblood," the other troll says, chastened. Then - to your utter amazement - he gets off of his device and somehow manages to lift the human and both of their unicycles off of the ground and leap away, without even batting an eye.

Gamzee shook his head, with a strange wistful smile on his face. "There's a man who ain't learned the virtues of waitin' for the punchline," he says, "and a troll too busy bein' proper to motherfuckin' live it up. You an' your friends ain't like that, are you, sweet little sister?"

"Absolutely not," you say, and you even dare enough to tap Gamzee on the nose as you say it. He grins lazily as you pull your finger away. "My buddies and I, we've got the most righteous sense of humor you've ever seen."

"Oooh," he says. "Sounds as motherfucking beautiful as you are."

You smile, although you have to admit, you're kind of nervous. You've never had a troll hitting on you before, especially not one as crazy as this. Still, he is kind of cute, and you'd much rather flirt with a crazy drugged-up troll than have to hurt him. "How about you tell us all about your carnival, Gamzee?"

"Not til I know your name, little sister. Bad luck to not know a name for someone who knows yours."

"Oh, I'm so rude!" you say, pretending to be mortified, even including the palm against the face. "Call me Roxy, sweetheart."

"Roxy," he repeats. "Roxy. That's a right sweet motherfuckin' name." He turns and hollers to his friends. "Hey, listen up! We're gonna show Roxy and her family the same motherfuckin' hospitality we're gonna get when the Dark Carnival rises, you all up and get me?" You catch a few grumbles from the crowd of clowns, but for the most part they seem to be agreeing. You'll have to be on your guard. You really hope you can explain this to the carapacians! They're going to be SO confused.

"So, Roxy," Gamzee says, reaching out his hand to you. "Would you like to set up camp and hear some sweet motherfuckin' stories?"

You grin and take his. "Only if I get to tell a few."

He's really the goofiest, happiest troll you've ever seen. "Girl after my own motherfuckin' heart."

PROMPT: Psiioniic <3 Signless

[breakingmachines]

Karkat<3John<3Dave
Occult detective, Comedy