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 BRO<3DAVE

[sugoiprincess]

medievalstuck + pokemon
karkat<3terezi

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[bandanna]

Hope you like! Terezi is a knight and has a Charizard (whom she rides) and Karkat is a... prince?! A prince with a nidoran cause its a 'royal' pokemon (you know cause it evolves in to a NidoKING haha get it?!)

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3ARADIA

[misanthropic_panda]

Jade<3John<3Karkat

Trickster + Torture

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

Rose<3Kanaya

twilight (yes, the series) + parody

PLEASE ;a;

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[misanthropic_panda]

i do what i want

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Rose had never given much thought to how she would lose her virginity.

For her, it was the fictional world that really mattered. Her dream sex scenes had always involved fantasy and lore that proved impossible in reality. Due to the fact that a '10' in her book was a master of dark magic and could perform perfect BDSM 100 miles off of the ground, she had kept herself holed up with fanfiction her entire life.

But in her wildest dreams, she couldn't have ever imagined this.

Kanaya sauntered forward a charming smile as she sauntered forward to screw her.


It all started when Rose had moved away from Houston for a change of scenery. The majority of her friends had set up camp there after the game, making the area easy living for them. Now, Rose was a successful author of fictitious novels depicting wars, wizardy, and "the closest erotica you'll ever get to real sex -- The New York Times" [sic]. Since she was finally filthy rich, she figured it wouldn't hurt to move out of Texas and stop putting up with the high taxes, ridiculous 'family' events organized by her friends, and Doc Scratch nearly putting her eye out every week on Bowling Night (Yes, that totally happened. Several times.).

The only other person she knew that didn't live in Texas was Kanaya, a dear friend of hers. Due to a vow she had made years before to never eat a troll, she had moved to a town called Forks, Washington to hunt bears and the Loch Ness Monster or whatever roamed in freaking Washington to keep herself sustained. After doing a little research, Rose thought it would be perfect. She and Kanaya would have the best time cooking, cleaning, reading, and killing wild animals to eat raw. Perfect indeed!

The first couple of days were fine. Kanaya Maryam had greeted her with a dinner out, where she had picked disgustedly at the food she had cover-ordered the entire time. It was an offputting sight, but the sentiment was nice. Almost immediately afterwards, she left on a week-long hunting trip that gave Rose an inane case of stir craziness due to the fact that she knew literally no one.

When said rainbow troll returned, Rose was typing happily away on her laptop, trying to perfect a scene from her latest work in progress, 'The Yodels of Pleasure'. It was another dark erotica set in the Swiss Alps, and her publishing company promised it would be a bestseller. Her troll housemate watched her for what seemed like two hours without blinking, turning the scene she was once so proud of into something she would need to Ctrl-X the next day after two cups of black coffee.

Suddenly, she spoke. "Rose... are you into roleplay?"

"Not really. Childish games are of no use to me or my career. They do not take a shining to extensive plot theories, either."

"No, not that kind." The two of them sat, frozen in an ice cube of awkward silence.

"I don't know." She spoke slowly, her words dripping like molasses.

"How could you not know? I mean, what did you do your first time?"

"I'm a virgin, Kanaya."

"No."

"Stop - "

"Way."

Kanaya used her vampire powers to steal the laptop and google 'good roleplay sex ideas magic' before you could scream Jesus Take the Wheel. Rose could only watch in awe as she scrolled with supersonic speed before finally resting on 'Wizard/Vampire: Show the Lowly Magic-Wielder Who's Boss!".

"I have to show you. It will most definitely help with your writing expedition."

"I'm fine without sex, okay? I do not need it, so stop asking."

"We are going to have sex. It's going to be kinky, and you are going to like it. That is the end of it."

Rose snuck out of the house, bound hands-and feet with virginity still intact, at 2 AM.

PROMPT: TEAM Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose

[naive_wanderer]

Dirk<>Roxy, slice-of-life + horror!

FILL: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

[roxxxy]

"Is that an eyeball in your martini?"

Dirk eyes his psuedosibling from across the room, laptop-screen flickflickering against the black of his shades. ("Why do you wear those hic inside?" "Why shouldn't I?")

"Mmmaybe."

"And where's the rest of the body?"

"...Out back. Time for drinkin', not for burying."

"You want me to take care of it, don't you."

"Wouldn't you be a sweetie?"

"If it means keeping you out of trouble."

"hic Kisses!"

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3TEREZI

[undermutt]

Jane<3Jake

Fairy Tale + Genderbend

PROMPT: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

[sadisticbutsweet]

Roxy<3Jane

Tragedy-Victorian Fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

[roxxxy]

Meenah ♠ Roxy

Romcom, post-apocalyptic flick

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<3JADE

[jadesprite]

kanaya♥vriska

murder mystery & hot runway models

FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3JOHN

[myoldchina]

there's blood and kanaya being a vampire in this

***

"Watch your hem!" Kanaya tackled Vriska against the wall, saving her dress from being trailed her through the cooling pool of blood on the floor.

Vriska grinned into Kanaya's shoulder and pecked her cheek. "Heeeeeeeey babe. Who'd you kill?"

With a look, she leaned away from Vriska. "I haven't killed anyone. I'm merely hiding the body since, and I'm sure this is readily apparent to you and it certainly will be to the rest of our fellow employees, I am the most likely suspect in this scenario. I'm already on probation what with the Hickey Incident last season."

"Pssssssssh. They were overreacting. A little blood loss may phase some of those weaklings but it takes more than a few quarts or whatever to stop me!!!!!!!!" Vriska stooped down to inspect the bright gold blood staining the carpet of their dressing room. Rubbing a bit of it between her fingers, she looked up at Kanaya. "Isn't that Zorain's color?"

A sigh escaped Kanaya. "Correct. I bet it's because of her performance last week. I was half tempted to throttle her myself when I saw her walk down the runway in orange sequins." She grimaced.

"Yeah, a real fucking crime right there." Vriska stood and made to wipe the blood off on her dress. Kanaya intercepted her and quickly licked off the mess. Vriska snatched her hand back after a moment. "No making out right now! After we beat the shit out of the murderer we can commiserate over how tacky everyone looks compared to us and bone for, like, eight hours straight."

Kanaya huffed. "Yes, you are right. Preemptively clearing my name takes top priority at the moment, sadly." Delicately treading around the blood, Kanaya threw open the closet door. It was stuffed to bursting with dresses neatly tucked in plastic covers, but there was no body. A few smears of yellow was all the evidence that remained to prove it had ever been there. She turned to Vriska slowly. "Some asshole has stolen my pilfered corpse."

Vriska howled with laughter. "And you were planning on eating that too!"

She sniffed primly. "Waste not want not. But I believe I now have sufficient motivation to clear my schedule and dedicate the rest of the evening to tracking down whoever this heinous bulge chomper is."

It turned out to be Zorain's auspistice who couldn't handle the strain of mediating between the goldblood and her colorblindness anymore.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[masthya]

Dave <3 Rose
I'm thinking medieval times and satire

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[masthya]

Vriska <3 Tavros

Badly written seducing scene + fairies

Fill: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

[pie2dface]

Hopefully this fills your prompt!

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Jane<3Jake, stream of consciousness and myth

FILL: TEAM DIRK <3 JAKE

[puppetprince]

Confession: I don't think I'm actually skilled enough with words to pull off stream of consciousness at all. So this is a flailing sort of attempt to do it but it was pretty fun to try. Thanks for this prompt!

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"Caged like we were animals and when we were forced to take up the labyrinth we brought ourselves to the king
in hopes that we would be free soon" but they looked at them and whispered like the north wind in the tune of lies and he said we would do whatever it took to stay together and i made a promise as a gentleman. i would never break an oath to her never on purpose; her light shivering fingers on him were enough to keep him from pacing like they were animals. So he was thankful to her once again, for being his balance instead of his cage.

When they were on display for the people in front of stone walls growing into the sky, he apologized to her for they brought themselves onto the mercy of the gold touched king and did not find it. But his is a promise kept, he thought, one made in my sleep-talk, one made in my silent wanting heart. I will watch her i will keep her safe i will peel the skin of the bull with my nail with my teeth until it is good and right for her always.

They took them into the maze and her dress was red-stiff like a stone and light as the breath pushed from their lungs as they ran and ran. what did they run from? he cant think of anything other than

"Asterion oh where is that damned beast? Stay close jane stay close" so cliche but they would understand and they would flee from the lack of surprise, the knowledge of thrumming of teeth and hard feet like horse hooves on the path--they only wish they could run on four legs, so fast until they were free and far. be unlike they ever could.

there is blood on their skin from where the gold cut them when his highness cut her for her sweet smell; a lure, a sprinkling of sugar on a shelf.

"You watch now, Jake," the cakes and breads of a maid, her spoon on his silver tongue.

"They look absolutely lovely miss you know your--"

Her tender blood for the bait, it is too bright on her. He touched it with his lowest voice in worship and knew fatalism in his actions in all possible meanings. He thought to himself she was the finest dame. he sees a true goddess in her. Blasphemy be dammed.

Jake sometimes fancies himself a perfect gentleman and truth is: a lowly peasant in the city could still be a golden boy-king in his own right but not the one that would have their ratted corpses on display, proof of sacrifice, bring them into the court for the "good" of the people--for their sick cruel joy at watching the boy fall from the sky into the sun and sea and for the way they cried at the drawing of their death-laced names, "Please, not ours, don't let the names be ours."

the drowning of the winged boy was nothing like the present drowning of their bodies in the shadows of the prison he built. Calm your heart it is a running rabbit loud and fast in the field of veins it will call to it like a suitor. "I don't understand how it knows." "Please dont think of it at all run run run with me now"

There is luck and hope in the bend of the path, a small safety of a wall with fingernail claws writing out stories and a hollow "It's temporary, you know," quiet, soft in voice and skin. Hush i will protect the blue in your eyes i made a promise we will be together. Last and hide. gods if it can smell it on her...no. We will stay your colors will say life always "You keep me alive." six nights. seven days.

always

When they inevitably kissed their death and kissed each other, they welcomed the twists and turns of their prison into their young hearts and they

they were just like animals and against one-half, pressing their lips together a goodbye taste of pure sweetness put into a vessel unlike any they had known. A long-time frozen urge lost to fate, to another universe, lost in a maze and the swears, the oaths,

the promises, stuck in cold earth with the last of hope and life ravished by snarls and hazy incisors too big for its wide bull mouth,
but kept.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3Sollux

[musekicker]

Feferi<3Jade

Magic Girl+ High school fic

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Karkat

[grayscaleodyssey]

Dave<3Rose: Slow Dancing+End of the World

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Karkat

[lacertae_dreamscape]

why are you on my team. i was about to fill this. orz. ;_;

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAD

[uki_la_maid]

Too late to ask for psychedelic+trickster Davesprite<>Brobot???

FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[gjarble]

It's a WIP (out of time now), but I guess it's complete enough to show. Warnings for flashing GIF and trypophobia.

http://i882.photobucket.com/albums/ac29/Gjarble/brobot-davesprite-1.gif

PROMPT: TEAM [Equius<>Nepeta]

[pie2dface]

Tavros<>Aradia. Adventure + Comedy

PROMPT: TEAM [Equius<>Nepeta]

[pie2dface]

Karkat<3Karkat. Noir + Mecha

FILL: TEAM [Nepeta<3Terezi]

[vulturer]

"Tell me you're not junked. Rusted scrap heap piece of shit, you better not be junked," you spit out through a mouthful of blood. No one answers and you start to panic.

The cockpit is a vision straight from your daymares; swaths of red light timed to a pulse, cracked glass, and the gurgling spill of luminescent juice from busted circuitry to your left. A gas line hisses from a split in its membrane, emitting a small jet of foul steam. All of the viewscreens are strobes, flashing static and garbled readouts and angry warnings which means you're blind, trapped in a metal and wetware coffin only stars knew where. You're caged, the entire sky reduced to a tiny cocoon of broken parts.

It was the simplest scout mission, just there and back; now this. En route to base and you got blown out of the sky, half of you knocked unconscious and the other half useless with a smoking crater for a left wing, plummeting in a smoking spiral toward the ground. You should have been a smear on the ground, or a sinking shipwreck in the water. You shouldn't have woken up. The information plastered in your control box swims in a swirling haze of light, silent except for the sounds of critical malfunction. You're just about to scream when the suit's vocals crackle to life.

"If you're spewing pathetic insults, then I guess that means you're fine and fucking dandy."

"Fuck me, holy grubmother of shitworthy stars," is what hisses out when your lungs collapse in relief. You gasp and then, "I'm not fine. I'm bleeding. You crashed and now I'm bleeding and it's all your fault."

"How the bloody hell is it my fault? You're the pilot."

"Override! A perfectly simple, wiggler textbook override, y-"

You're cut short by fluid in your airways and you lean forward to spit between your knees, groaning as the movement makes the matter inside your braincase feel like it's swelling to burst. You cough up your standard issue lunch too. You try to process the crackling voice that surrounds you like a dizzying vat of pissed off while your whole body caves into your stomach.

"I did override, nookstain. That's why we're still alive, though barely just. There were four missiles, man. Four. That's shit outta luck, no matter what hopbeastbrained stunt we could have pulled. Some pailgargler meant serious business."

You are so tired. You need an entire ablutionary wash for your mouth and you may very well be bleeding out into the machine. Kind of funny, you think. Side by side, you and him were just a boy and a ship with a copy of his brain, but get speared and you bled about equally. How disgustingly romantic, slow death in the guts of your fucked up mechanical flushcrush. It's sick enough to make you hurl from the sweetness.

"Can you still function? Damage report."

"I'm alive. Don't even try to ask me to fly, but I can walk. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you whisper and place your bloody hands on the controls at your sides. He kills the brilliant alerts and fills the fragmented screens with blank cherry red; a horrible sort of comfort, you guess. You'll take it. "What now?"

"I think it's safe to say that, as of thirty-six minutes ago, we're officially freelance. Some asshole—or amalgamation of assholes—tried to get us killed. I say we come back from the dead and return the favor."

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

dave<>feferi
comfort and comedy

FILL: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[brightgray]

...
...
...
...
...can we try again
S)-(OR----E 38D

(Huehuehue, here's the image on flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/79034122@N08/7422781294/in/photostream)

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

alpha!dave<3alpha!rose
autobiography and suspense

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

dirk<>dave (or just brotherly love, however you'd like to put it)
post-apocalyptic and adventure

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

[dommywells]

((if you catch what book/film I'm referencing in this, then you win plenty of cookies. hope you enjoy!!)

It’s freezing. Snow is starting to fall, speckling the dirt with white. You can’t say you’re surprised by the abrupt weather change: your brother’s map indicates that you’re somewhere in New England, and you estimate that you two have been on the road for several months by now. From what you used to hear of your best friend in Upstate New York, it could go from 70 degrees to 40 at the turn on a dime. You absently wonder where she is, and if she and her sister are still alive.

You consider asking your bro what he thinks happened to them, but you’re scared that it’ll hurt to use your voice. You haven’t had anything to drink, aside from cheaply filtered piss, for days. It’s all you came across and it’s all you could afford.

You shiver and your teeth chatter as the temperature continues to drop. You hate this. You fucking hate it. Sixteen years in Houston, Texas prepared you for intensive heat, but never the cold, bitter snow. You notice Bro stops to wrap his wolf pelt around you, since your torn button-down, ripped jeans and own wolfskin aren’t enough to keep your body from flipping a shit. You gaze at him through your dark circular lenses, contemplating taking them off in order to see clearer. But, Bro still has his own shades on, so you don't want to look weaker than you already do.

“Fuck this cold,” he chatters out, pulling his cap tighter over his ears. You nod, concurring silently.

“You don’t have to give me this,” you say, voice raspy.

“Nah. You’re healthier than I am.”

You can’t help but laugh, “You kiddin’? Both of us are equally shit outta luck.”

“You sayin’ you wanna resort to the revolver?”

You fall silent. One of the few things that Bro keeps in his knapsack full of supplies is a gun with only two rounds, just in case you two want to put yourselves out of your misery. You hate the idea of using it, because one of you would die first, leaving your brother to suffer a brief amount of time alone. Neither of you wants to subject the other to that.

You’re not ready to give up just yet, so you shake your head.

“Good. I don’t want you to, but I wouldn’t blame you.”

The air is even stiffer, more tense, than you thought possible. For a while, neither of you says anything as you traverse what seems like endless terrain, silently praying for shelter, food, clean water, or all of the above. Eventually, Bro breaks the silence again.

“You know, we could always use my knife and off ourselves at the same time,” he jokes, in poor taste.

“It’d be messy,” you respond, trying to be deadpan.

“True enough. Can’t guarantee that death will be equally swift, either.”

You wonder how the fuck he can be so fucking stoic and monotone all the time. He never shows any emotion, never voices it, even if he’s obviously being kind to you. All you want to do is cry, but you fake stoicism in an attempt to look strong for him.

He speaks, as if reading your mind and sad disposition.

“You know, it takes time to get this steely. But what helps this steely façade is the fact that I love you dearly, and want you to live much more than for myself. I’m just trying to protect you and not waste any unnecessary emotions in the process.”

All you can manage to think is, “Fuck, I wasn’t stoic enough to fool you.” You voice this, and for the first time in a while, Dirk laughs. You chuckle, too, because it’s his laughter is surprisingly contagious.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing’s okay, I know that. And I know you’re hurting.”

Before you can respond, you pause at the sound of a rickety, screeching wagon. It’s still some ways away down the road, but both of you hear it. It’s unmistakably the sound of a group of humans that have resorted to cannibalism. They raid homes, steal what few supplies are left, and take the weak as prisoners, hoarding them like food. That’s all these prisoners are in the eyes of the cannibals: living flesh, waiting to be slaughtered and devoured.

You gaze at Dirk, searching his posture and face for any sort of answer as to what to do. He makes eye contact with you.

“We have two options. We get the fuck out of here and pray we lose ‘em,” he whispers, his breath freezing as it leaves his mouth. “Or we stand our ground and raid the fuckers.” He doesn’t say “try”, or “attempt”. When he says shit like this, he aims for success. When he’s this determined, he usually wins, no matter how weak.

It’s hard to say how scared you are out loud. They outnumber you, and you know it. A couple of shitty swords probably won’t do much damage, they’ll overwhelm you quickly, and then you’ll have your few supplies stolen, your ankles and throats chained to their demon-wagon, as you call it, and you’ll be fucked. Those are the odds, you think, but you don't have the heart to tell Bro that.

He seems to sense your fear, though, and his face breaks out into a crazy grin. “Hey, if we go down, at least we gave it our all.” He pulls the revolver from his bag, tossing it to you. You catch it, and then sneak it into your denim’s deep front pocket without a word. You look at your brother questioningly.

“Stick it in your mouth and pull the trigger if shit hits the fan and we’re not gonna make it. I would prefer that you not have to live through your limbs being torn off and roasted right before your living eyes.”

“B-Bro…Dirk…” you say, unable to properly process his kindness. “I don’t want you to have to live through that…”

“O ye of little faith, you doubt my prowess with a shitty sword. I’ll figure something out.”

There’s no changing his mind. As the wagon grows ever closer, you flash-step towards him, hugging him tightly. It may or may not be your last embrace. He reciprocates with equivalent vigor.

“I love you,” you murmur, voice cracking.

“I love you,” he whispers back, squeezing you for just a second longer before he pulls away.

You watch him draw his sword from its cheap scabbard, which is tied around his waist, and you automatically mimic the movement, just like you’re about to spar with him. You know shit’s real this time, though. You turn and face the silhouette of the wagon, pulled by slaves that are pretty much only skin and bones.

Dirk holds your free hand in his as long as you can afford before they spot you.

“Full speed ahead,” he says, releasing your hand. He charges just as they do.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

kanaya o8< (jade/nepeta)
cats vs dogs and comedy

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

nepeta<>dirk
heartbreak and bonding

FILL: TEAM DAVE♥JAKE

[raishiteru]

It sucks, these unrequited loves of ours.

I'm s o r r y. [rolls over and doesn't get up]

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[vannyjae]

eridan<3<dirk medieval and rivalry

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JAKE

[pomonashearth]

"There's no chance you're goin' to beat me, Dirk. I'm ready for you this time."

"Really. I seem to remember you saying that exact same thing at the last tournament."

"Whale, I mean it this time! I'm not lettin' some human get the best of my Alternian science!"

Dirk Strider rolls his eyes behind the visor of his helmet. He's long since given up trying to inform the wizard-prince of the rival kingdom of Alternia of the difference between science and magic. It's not like it matters much anyway--the Strider prince has beaten Prince Eridan Ampora at the kingdoms' tournament, held in the name of peaceful relations between them, five years running. And as Dirk draws his sword, he's sure it's about to be six.

As the announcer declares the men's prowess in combat and lauds their dedication to their preferred forms of combat as recreation rather than war, the princes glare across the ring at one another. They train together as often as they're able, and most of their kingdoms' citizens believe the two are close friendly rivals. But some Alternians have discerned, from the ever-escalating competitiveness of the young princes, that there's something a bit less platonic about their relationship than most humans--uninformed of troll culture--would detect. And while plenty of the more conservative highbloods disapprove of the rumored cross-kingdom kismesissitude, many of the younger trolls who came to watch the tournament are hoping to see further hints of the intrigue's veracity.

The announcer finishes his speech and asks the princes to salute one another, and Dirk and Eridan give each other the most flippant, lackadaisical gestures that could still be construed as salutes. With an exasperated sigh at the way in which the princes are disrespecting his tournament, the announcer steps out of the ring and declares that the round has begun. The two begin circling, slowly moving inward with sword and wand raised.

"You know you have no chance, Ampora. Give it up."

The Alternian snorts as he flicks his wand, a feint which fails to prompt a reaction from Dirk--as it usually does. But Eridan doesn't seem perturbed. "You're all talk, Strider. I know you're just tryin' to get me to back down 'cause you're scared. If you admit defeat now, you can save yourself some embarrassment."

Dirk lunges forward, and Eridan shields himself from the blow with a spell.

"As if there's any chance of my doing that. And I'm all talk? You must have forgotten last night. If you'd been any louder, the vibrations probably would have knocked stones out of the wall."

Eridan splutters, and Dirk uses the momentary distraction to lunge at Eridan. The troll jumps out of the way just in time and immediately starts casting a spell Dirk doesn't recognize. Curiosity as to what this spell is (considering he knows most in Eridan's arsenal) keeps Dirk from taking advantage of the wizard's lowered ability to dodge for just long enough. The ground starts to rumble, and a crevice forms beneath Dirk's feet. Though he jumps away, he only just manages to grab onto the side of the forming chasm. The crowd gasps as Dirk struggles to cling to the edge of the break in the earth. Eridan walks slowly over to him, a crooked smile on his face.

"You ready to admit I'm the superior now? If you do--and say it loud enough for everyone to hear--I'll pull you out."

"And if I don't?"

"I can't guarantee anythin'." He puts his wand into the pocket of his violet silk pants and carefully removes Dirk's helmet to look into his bright orange eyes. "I could say you slipped."

"As if you'd let me die. You need a kismesis."

"I got countless suitors beatin' down my door wantin' to fill all my quadrants. I can get another kismesis."

"Right. I think you mistook that line of suitors that's actually for the castle next door--you know, the one with the heiress who's turned out down countless times--for yours."

Anger flashes in Eridan's eyes, and the corners of Dirk's mouth turn upward. "Don't you dare talk about Fef--"

"Are you planning on getting me out of this hole or not?"

"Don't think so."

"Feferi's right over there. If she sees you let me fall to my death, you're fucked. Or not, really."

Eridan opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. Dirk's fingers start to slip on the ground, and Eridan looks back at him with a smile.

"If you bottom tonight, I'll pull you up."

"Fuck. Fine." Dirk sighs heavily and shouts, "I concede the match."

The announcer excitedly proclaims Eridan the winner, and the troll reaches down to pull Dirk up. When Dirk brushes himself off and grabs the sword he dropped off the ground, he looks down into the chasm. Some chasm--from the angle Dirk is standing at, he can see that the endlessness of it that he observed while dangling was an illusion. While he was hanging onto the edge, his feet were nearly touching the bottom. He looks at Eridan with an expression somewhere between aghast and impressed.

Eridan gives him a crooked smile. "Sea you tonight. And don't worry about bringin' rope and that. I'll take care of everythin'."

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[vannyjae]

dirk<3jane
budding romance and comfort

OK SORRY FOR PROMPT SPAMMING THERE i'm done now. /o/

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[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

(I suck at writing angst, I'm sorry!)

Your name is Dirk Strider and you’ve been in a relationship with Jane Crocker for 4 weeks, six days and 7 hours. Not that you’re counting. To be honest, every second of your relationship with her seems like a countdown. How many days until she leaves you? Not many, you’re sure. Your time is limited; weeks, days before she goes off with... Who’s to say? Jake? Roxy? Some stranger you’ve never even met?

It doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re not going to be maintaining this relationship for long, you’re not good enough for her, she’s perfect and bubbly and smart while you’re just -

“Hey, Dirk!” she bursts into your room, making you jump out of your skin. “Heh, sorry to scare you, you big wet blanket. Your brother let me in - he says he’s off to a premier for one of his movies or something. Sounded very exciting, even though I do NOT understand a thing about his bizarre movies.”

“I didn’t jump.” you snap. “Anyway, yeah, I really do need to get round to teaching you about irony or whatever it was that I was gonna do about you not getting his movies and such.” Your voice is wavering and you know it, you’ve been brooding so much recently that it’s worn your self control down to a pebble.

“Yes, uhm, you really should get on that, I really don’t understand that stuff at all.” she giggles a little before concern takes over her features like a tsunami on a small island - she’s noticed. Of course she’s noticed. “Are you alright, Dirk? You’ve seemed a little off recently.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe.” You flash step over and kiss her quickly on the lips, taking a moment to enjoy her features from this close, so much you never got to look at before you started dating: her pink lips, her rosy cheeks, her huge bright aqua eyes and her crooked teeth, the slight dotting of freckles across her nose and chin, the way her ears stick out a little. You take a strand of her hair before your fingers and smile at her. “Everything’s fine, just got a couple things on my mind.”

“Dirk!” she scolds you as you turn away from her. “I’m not letting you simply pass of your bad mood as some ‘things on your mind”, you’re my boyfriend and I can’t have you feeling so worried about something.”

“I don’t really feel like talking about it, Jane, I’m a little-“

“I have cookies, Dirk, double chocolate chip cookies. There’s milk downstairs, Dirk, we can have milk and cookies.”

“I’ll tell you everything.”

---

You’re sat across from her at the dining room table, you’ve told her everything. You didn’t mean to at first, you were just letting out the basics, enough to get you those sweet, sweet chocolate cookies and that delicious milk. But she drew you in, she smiled at you and nodded and was so fucking understanding that you couldn’t stop yourself from giving in to her.

You told her about how you felt worthless, how she was this big ball of life (“No, Jane, I’m not calling you fat!”) while you were just stoic and ironic and kind of a manipulative asshole sometimes, obsessed with working on your projects, putting yourself and your stupid showers before anyone else. You told her how you knew she would leave you for someone better some day.

“Well, Dirk, no offense, sweetheart, but this whole thing is awfully silly! Leave you? I could never do that, I like you far too much. You’re caring and funny and sweet, your flaws are overwhelmed by how great you are. We’ve only started dating and you’re getting worried about such things? What are you like?” she’s smiling, her eyes still filled with worry.

“Yes, I am aware of how ridiculous this entire thing sounds. I probably sound like a clingy paranoid moron, but that is probably a good description of me. We’ve been friends forever and I know how frustrating you find me sometimes, trying to help you with your scepticism when you would much rather be left alone etc.” you shrug. “I just know that you deserve someone who isn’t as much of, frankly, a raging douche.”

“You don’t sound ridiculous, Dirk, you sound like a very insecure boy who needs a big hug and some reassurance.” she states, pulling you into her arms. “I have no intentions to leave you, Dirk, you’re the perfect boyfriend and I want to enjoy these early stages of our relationship as much as possible, so please don’t get yourself worked up over things that will, most likely, never happen. You’re one of my closest friends and the obvious progression of our relationship was to this point, anyway, it’s been in the air forever. If anything, going back would be a step backwards, which makes very little sense to anybody and is an awful silly thing to do!”

You nod, burying your head into her shoulder, relief washing over you. “Thanks, Jane. You’re so important to me.”

“You’re very important to me to, losing you would be simply terrible.”

You’re not entirely convinced but this is enough for now and you kiss her in a way that reflects every little bit of passion and excitement for the future in your heart because, quite frankly, you can’t wait.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

[roxxxy]

Vriska♥Kanaya

Black comedy + magical girls/general shoujo

PROMPT: TEAM VRISKA♥KANAYA

[kolkhozi]

Jade♥Aradia

Slenderman mythos + romance

...don't look at me like that

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[megaparsecs]

0_0

sorry i had to