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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
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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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Beta OT4 (Dave/John/Jade/Rose)

Detective story - Cooking show

(I have far too much fun with prompts)

rose<3kanaya, magical girls + anthro(furries)/species-swap

Cat!Rose is already a magical girl, but Cat!Kanaya isn't yet...
(hope you like it! UuU)

(no subject)

beblueberry - 2012-06-22 20:08 (UTC) - Expand

FILL: TEAM Jade<3Kanya<3Rose

rinacat - 2012-06-24 00:44 (UTC) - Expand

Kanaya<>Vriska: Horror + Magic

Edited 2012-06-20 12:28 (UTC)

Feferi<>Gamzee: Villain protagonist(s) + political intrigue

Aradia<>Sollux: Space opera + faux historical fiction

Terezi<3

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<b>Terezi<3<Gamzee</b>: Superheroes + whodunnit

WOW that was supposed to say "Terezi<3<Gamzee: Superheroes + whodunnit". My apologies!

Calliope<3Jane<>Dirk<3uu: Sitcom + cosmic horror

Aranea<3Meenah: Fractured fairy tale + propaganda

Here's a little fill for you! It's Hansel and Gretel with a twist and a dash of propaganda! I hope you like it!

Once upon a time there lived a beautiful troll by the name of Aranea. She, like any other good highblood, was very kind and generous to all those below her on the hemospectrum.

Unfortunately, though kind and courteous, Aranea was cursed with a lusus who did not share her ideals. One day, Spidermom demanded that Aranea lure unsuspecting trolls to their hive so she could dine upon their flesh. Appalled, Aranea disobeyed her and fled.

In a different hive, located not far away, there lived another beautiful troll. Her named was Meenah, and she lived in a beautiful kingdom under the sea. It was Meenah who would be next in line to rule when the Empress abdicated. Unfortunately, Meenah was flighty and selfish. That same afternoon, Meenah left her kingdom and fled to the surface. It was there that she met Aranea.

“Gill,” called the heiress. “Hey, gill, where are you goin’?”

Aranea, who was heading across the beach, turned in surprise.

“Excuse me,” she asked, “what was that? Are you saying ‘girl’? Do you mean me?”

“I don’ see anyone else floundering around up here, basshole,” was Meenah’s quick reply. Her voice was more fit for underwater use, consonants screeching through the rough air, vowels swallowed up by wind.

Much to Aranea’s discomfort, this sea-dweller was approaching her rapidly.

“Where are you goin’?” Meenah asked again, annoyance creeping into her voice.

“Um, I am going to look for a new place to stay with the bluebloods who live along the mountains. I have no place to go and the empress has decreed that the trolls of higher castes must look after the lower ones. I’m sure someone will take me in.”

Aranea moved to continue on her way, but Meenah grabbed her arm. A cerulean blush crept up Aranea’s cheeks.

“That’s the biggest load of carp I ever heard.” Meenah slipped her hand down into Araneas and pulled her towards the forest. “You are comin’ with me. I ain’t never heard of no highblood who wasn’t a sweaty creep. You’re comin’ with me.”

Aranea hesitated.

“But I heard that there is a witch who lives in the forest. I heard she lures trolls into her hive with sweets, cooks them, and eats them.” The troll shuddered. “That is something I am trying to avoid.”

“You’re scared,” said Meenah, who continued into the forest without making motion to slow down.
“You don’t need to be scared gill.”

“And why not?” asked Aranea.

“Because I’ll take care of you.”

This was said with such sincerity that Aranea was momentarily stunned into silence, despite the raspy quality of Meenah’s voice.

Meenah took Aranea’s silence, rightly, as consent and led them deeper into the forest. Meenah assured Aranea that they would have a whale of a time! It was fun, for a while, trading stories of their childhood and lusii. Unfortunately, they soon became quite lost.

“Well,” said Aranea as the pair passed the same rock for the eighth time, “this is going swimmingly. You should have let me leave seashells in the path so we could find our way out.”

Meenah’s face lit up and she threw an arm around her newfound companion.

“You said swimmingly!” Her sharp grin threatened to split her face in half. “I love that! I can’t believe you made a fish pun!”

“Now is not the time for silliness,” said Aranea while remaining under the arm of her friend.

“Shore it is!”

Aranea frowned. “That was a stretch, even for you.”

Meenah glared and opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, out jumped a white cat. Meenah started.

“Oh my cod! That thing tried to krill me!”

Aranea bent down and pat the cat on the head.

“You’re afraid of this little kitten?”

“What can I say?” Meenah eyed the cat warily. “Fish and feline don’t get along all that swell.”

The cat meowed again and walked into the forest, pausing before it disappeared. When the trolls did not move, it meowed again, impatiently.

“It wants us to follow it,” said Aranea, taking a step towards the cat. Meenah did not move.

“Come oooooooon,” Aranea drew out her vowels in annoyance and yanked on Meenah’s arm. “I’ll protect you from the big bad kitty. We are lacking in viable options. Let’s take the bait and follow this little guy.”

Meenah gave a little at the pun. “And if things get fishy we’ll tuna-round?”

“I promise.” Aranea grinned. “I will not let anything make us into fillets.”

“Oh, what the haddock,” Meenah walked in step with Aranea, linked their fingers together. “We have no batter option.”

The cat led them through the forest, letting off its own green glow to light their way. After what seemed like hours, the three stopped in front of a quaint hive, deep in the forest. The cat strode boldly through the door.

“Whale,” said Meenah, “Water you waiting for?”

“There’s a witch who lives in the forest,” Aranea began.

“Oh shove it.” Meenah strode towards the hive. “We’ll be fine. There is no such thing as witches.”

“Oh, there isn’t” said a voice from behind them, “whale, then I have been living a lie.”

Aranea let out a small shriek and ran towards Meenah.

“It’s the wiiiiiiiitch!”

“Oh, come now child,” said the witch, who was quite beautiful and dressed in gorgeous flowing clothes. “My porpoise is not to hurt you! I’m the Witch of Life, otherwise known as the Batterwitch around here.”

“Because you batter and fry your victims?” spat Meenah, glaring at the Batterwitch.

The troll, who was presumably the empress in disguise, laughed. “Because I make the best sweets! I’ll cook you something if you wait a minute? Do you girls like grub cookies?”

While the two trolls waited, they told the Batterwitch, who had admitted to them she was Empress Feferi in disguise, why they were in the forest. The empress shook her head when Meenah explained how she left her duties, but smiled when Aranea told her about disobeying her lusus’s request. When the grub cookies were done, the girls listened to the Empress’s advice.

“No girls, I know that sometimes things can be hard. But Meenah, you can’t abandon ship like that! Everyone has their responsibility to those below them. Even though it seems scary you have to face your fears! And Aranea, even though you disobeyed your lusus’s orders, you were doing so because you knew I wouldn’t have liked it! It is always good to stand up for the laws put in place by the empress. Even your lusus should follow the laws of the land! For someone of such a mediocre caste, you shore do know how to behave like an heiress.”

Aranea smiled at the praise, and when Meenah saw how happy she was, the little heiress smiled too.

“In fact, Aranea, why don’t you go home with Meenah? The two of you make a great team! I’d krill for a matesprit as great as you!”

Meenah spat out a chunk of grub cookie while Aranea hurriedly explained that they were not, in fact, matesprits.

“Not, of course, that there will never be any red feelings in the future,” Meenah added, staring at the table. Aranea smiled.

“Oh, well no matter!” The Empress smiled benevolently at the trolls. “Flushed or not, you two should work together. It is always better when trolls work together for the good of the whole.”

Cheered by the empress’s words, the girls left the forest, holding hands the whole way.

The moral of the story is, little wiggler, that you must always do what the empress says, even if it’s hard. Things are always better when everyone works together!

Re: FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

myerfly - 2012-06-23 09:15 (UTC) - Expand

Mindfang<3Dolorosa: fantasy and Found poetry

Surrender
sources found
Brainwashed
Castles in the Air
Almost Lover
Mind Games
Mind Games
The Greatest Gig

if you think black is black
white is white
sky is blue
grass is green
open up your eyes
get it right
see what i mean

love is mind games
we're playing those mind games
together
yes is the answer yes is surrender
let it go
but i'm tired of castles in the air

partners waltz
devoid of all romance
the music plays
her shadow song
everyone must dance
i’m bowing out
there's something out there i can't resist
you wouldn't understand
i've got that feeling again i'm comfortably numb

i look real but don't have a mind of my own
i can talk i can breathe i can stitch i can sew
but i'm brainwashed
"get on your knees"
the mental silence
sweetest song i've ever heard

save me
from all the trouble and the pain
i know i’m weak, but i can’t face
that girl
again
tell her the reasons why i can’t remain
perhaps she’ll understand
if you tell it to her plain

and if she asks you why
you can tell her that
i told you
love is mind games
that i’m tired of castles in the air
i've got a dream
and castle walls just lead me to
despair
ain’t worth another try
and i'm not afraid to die

Terezi<3<Gamzee: Death Note crossover, horror

Vriska<>Feferi
fairytale+h/c

God I ship this so much but it's such a rarepair ;s;

i hope you like it !

Edited 2012-06-20 18:47 (UTC)

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

ladylovelycocks - 2012-06-20 21:54 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

andthus - 2012-06-20 23:29 (UTC) - Expand

Karkat<3Terezi

Dystopian, philosophical/existentialist

Vriska <3 Aranea

Guardian/parent relationship (doesn't have to be incest; interpret it as you will), long-term sickness or disability

Oh my God someone please fill this u____u

Not sure if it exactly fills the prompt, but here y'are!

--

She is 88% certain you’re trying to poison her.

“Don’t front with me, Great-Aunt Whatever.”

“If you would just,” you say, and she says, “Justice?” and you’re about to launch into a dreadfully involved anecdote on that subject, but it turns out you’ve relayed too many anecdotes already and she falls asleep before you start.

Later, she wakes up screaming. You bring her tea and Ibuprofen, which she demands you sample too. You doze off in the chair across from her, barely waking up in time for work.

Months after, you realize: This is when It Began. Her trusting you.

Dave<3Karkat - steampunk+romcom

Summoner<>Darkleer.

Hurt/Comfort and Fantasy

(Somebody's gotta ship this other than me!)

Pre-scratch versions is absolutely fine.

Davesprite<>Jadesprite

a new beginning + surgery

"Will it hurt?" Her voice wavered -- Jadesprite was no stranger to pain, but she didn't like it. Honestly, it scared her, to think that she might not survive this. The operation was supposedly a sprite killer. Only ten percent of people made it out. But she wanted it, little buckteeth clenching her lip in determination, so even through his protests and pleading Davesprite could only sigh.

"Nah. You probably won't even feel a thing, it'll be over so fast."

They won't let him accompany her inside the hospital farther than the waiting room -- not a family member, terribly sorry sir -- so he floated there, awkwardly reading old magazines, wishing for once in his short life that sprites could smoke cigarettes without doing damage to their internal game mechanics. He waited for hours - twelve hours, five minutes, thirty-two seconds - before they finally came out for him, smiles on all the nurses' faces.

"She made it. The operation was a success!"

When she came home a week later he helped her make lists - things she couldn't do as a sprite that she could try again as a human. Jade didn't remember how to walk, so he helped her, holding her hand at the physical therapy sessions and leaving her notes of encouragement spelled out in cheerios on the kitchen table. Speaking was different, too -- and so there was more of it, more physical therapy, more appointments that she needed a friend for. Davesprite didn't mind - the girl deserved it, she was his best friend and had just gone through a crazy buttfucked surgery - and perhaps as a result of his dedication, the first word she relearned was Dave.

He would take her places, things she had never dreamed of. Eating hamburgers for the first time caused her to get indigestion; going to the movies and eating popcorn - what was left, they threw at the backs of other people's heads; even running, watching her run through the park, green hair flowing behind her was an accomplishment, after something like that.

"So, did it hurt?" They would lay side by side in Jade's backyard, staring at the sunset. Feeling the grass was another thing she hadn't done, and Dave was happy to oblige her, even if he couldn't feel it himself.

"Oh....no. Someone told me it wouldn't, so it didn't." She sniffles, and he's almost happy that her tears are accompanied by a smile. She almost never cries these days. Being human has almost made the bad things go away, it's taken so much work and effort.

"Who?"

"You."

"Well, this you person sounds like a pretty swell guy." Davesprite looked up at the sky again, pastel pinks streaking the atmosphere. "Whoever he is."

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

candyredcoolkid - 2012-06-23 13:19 (UTC) - Expand

Dirk<>Roxy

Giant Mechs and Sports

He never sleeps before a match. He stays up for hours and hours, you could sneak into the workshop at dawn and he'd still be up, but you don't. You conk out way before sunrise, and when you drag yourself out of bed at noon you're hungover and miserable and he's still working.

The crowds and the commercials and the bookies all call them mechs, these twelve foot mechanical monsters, built just to beat the shit out of each other. You called them rock 'em sock 'em robots, once, but Dirk gave you a look and that's a mouthful, anyway, you don't care enough about the reference to choke on that many syllables. Most of them have names--the mechs people root for, the mechs people bet on. There are trading cards and t-shirts and you wouldn’t pay attention except this has been Dirk’s life for as long as you’ve known him. Sawtooth's moving up the circuit, nowadays, which is great because it means you can pay the bills this month, but it sucks because fame means more matches, and more matches means you can't remember the last time Dirk slept.

Worst part is you can't do anything about it. When Dirk's not taking care of mechs he's taking care of you, and you're too much of a fuck-up to return the favor. You can't get him to sleep, you can't take the weight he's piled up on his shoulders. So you do what you can, you force yourself out of bed at twelve-fifteen and slip into the workshop. You perch on a bench beside him and rifle through his tools to look for just the right wrench and you make stupid jokes, because you can't get him to sleep but you can get him to smile.

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

fiveforchibis - 2012-06-21 02:39 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

orange_yarn - 2012-06-21 03:52 (UTC) - Expand

Alpha!Dave + Alpha!Rose
Dreams/nightmares and Angst

(You didn't specify a quadrant so I went with ambiguous, hope that's okay.)

(Edit: The formatting was weird but I fixed it. Hope nobody saw)
______________

You've been plagued with bad dreams as long as you can remember (no, that's not quite right. They started only in your infancy and you remember before that). Sometimes they are fleeting, mere glimpses or images. Sometimes they are vivid, and you can feel the wind on your face, smell the sea, taste smoke in the air. The vivid dreams can be nice sometimes, a happy memory of a peaceful day, but more often than not, they are horrifying.

You see many things in these nightmares. A woman lying on the ground, blood spilling from a stab wound; a boy with claw marks ripped through his green suit (memories shared with a dead dream); a haunting image of yourself and a different boy, small and scared in an empty void as a timer ticks lower and lower until everything turns green and painful; the first boy, a blade through his chest, staining azure cloth crimson as a raw scream of agonized despair and rage rips from your throat

It is this dream in particular that wakes you with a scream tonight. You sit up, breathing heavily and drenched in cold sweat, sheets tangled about your body like a mummy's wraps. You loosen them with some difficulty, due to trembling hands, and when they're free the door opens and you catch a wiff of tea.

You don't need to look up to know who it is, but you do anyway. Dave has balanced a little tray with a steaming pot of tea and two cups in a gesture that is simultaniously wholly ironic and wholly sincere. Most people would not grasp the subtlties in the matter, but you are in an unique position for understanding the mind of one Dave Strider.

Because it's very similar to your own in a way.

"Did you bring the little tea cookies this time?" You inquire with a voice that only shakes a little.

His expression does not change as he brings the tea over to you. "Damn. Knew I forgot something."

"Next time, then," you lift a cup from the tray. "No poison this time?"

"Tempting as it is to get you to shut up for once, nope."

"Please, you'd miss my silence. Not a day goes by that you do not crave my conversation."

"Just drink your tea. I went through all that trouble to boil some water and put it in a pot. My sweat, blood, and tears went into that shit."

"Such lovely imagery," you roll your eyes but take another sip.

"I know. Could paint a fucking canvas with my words." He sits down with little regard for personal space, leaning against the headboard. "So."

"So?" You return, though you know quite well what he is asking.

"Which was it this time?"

You stay silent for a moment, trying to dispel the images. "When John and I died," you respond after you've gotten ahold of yourself.

He reads between the lines. He understands how to analyze your mood as well as you know how to analyze his. He has the grace not to push the matter, and his response is a noncommittal: "Sucks."

You finish your cup of tea and pour another. "And you? Has the sandman graced you with an unpleasant memory tonight as well?" You lift your second cup to your lips.

He shrugs, "Not too bad. Frog hunting."

In ordinary circumstances, that dream would have been a pleasant respite from day to day life.

But Jade died six weeks ago, killed by the witch slowly poisoning the planet's minds. John has been dead for over seven years, your time with them terribly fleeting, just a ghost of the past you shared.

They were old when you met and remembered more than a flash. Their lives lived fully while yours and Dave's had only just begun.

Now it's just the two of you, as fate seems to always ordain. The two of you alive and alone in a doomed timeline, while everyone else was dead; The two of you in the heart of the furthest ring as The Tumor blinked ever closely to your impending death; and now the two of you here, grown, waiting and preparing for children that should have arrived eight years ago, but haven't.

And you know, it will one day be just the two of you, facing down the corrupt government and then the witch herself. You will go to your death together just as you had in the green sun, in that life you both only barely remember.

"Hey, Rose?"

You're drawn out of your thoughts by his voice, quiet but serious. "What is it?"

"The Batterwitch is going down, right? In the future?"

You wish you could say yes. You wish the fleeting glimpses of the future extended far enough to give him a definite answer. But if the alien overlord who will soon overtake your planet is to be killed, it is beyond your line of sight. But the future is uncertain-- no light can shine in a void.

"We'll have to trust in them." Is the only hope you can give.

The straight line of his mouth moves ever so slightly into frown territory. "Do you? Trust them to do it, I mean."

Your mind summons the visions you've seen. A girl with that spark of leadership John had, a boy with Jade's cheer, another boy with Dave's cool expression, a girl who sometimes shares your smile. Do you trust them to achieve what you could not in this life and the last?

Your answer is simple: "Yes."

Dave nods once, tucking his arms casually behind his head and looking up at your black painted ceiling. "Guess I will too, then."

"You have that much faith in me?" you raise an eyebrow, ignoring a lump in your throat.

He gives a sort of grunt, which you know means yes. You smile softly and pour him a cup of tea which he drinks ironically.

And you wait for the dawn together.

Edited (Google docs butchered formatting.) 2012-06-23 06:26 (UTC)

Dirk <3 Jake
Coffee shop AU + Slice of Life

hope this is good enough !

mockumentary + slice of life for Terezi<3Nepeta?

Roxy<3Nepeta, dystopia and coming of age

This link goes to the tumblr post, but click on the picture there to see it better! I hope this works for you. :,3

Re: FILL: TEAM [DIRK<3EQUIUS]

aloice - 2012-06-22 08:40 (UTC) - Expand

John<3Rose<3Dave<3Jade, Broadway and Pirates

Vriska<3Kanaya. Magic girl + Musical.

http://s1086.photobucket.com/albums/j444/Mhpumpkin10/?action=view¤t=HSOBonusRound1prompt1-3.jpg

I'm not very good at creating magical girl outfits but I hope this will do~

Re: FILL: TEAM [Aradia<3<Vriska]

pie2dface - 2012-06-23 15:35 (UTC) - Expand

Eridan<3Sollux. Highschool drama + horror.

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Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

FILL: TEAM [Dave<3Jade]

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose]

FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS♦NEPETA

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS♦NEPETA

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT:Team Dave<3Jade

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

PROMPT:Team Dave<3Jade

FILL: TEAM BRO/JOHN

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PROMPT: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

FILL: TEAM [DIRK<3EQUIUS]

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM [Aradia<3<Vriska]

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta