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 ENGLISH

[erinininaya_sos]

Eridan<3Feferi
Dystopia/Humanstuck

FILL: TEAM [Jake<3Terezi]

[mouseflower]

I am so sorry, this looks terrible. Eridan and Feferi are sitting in the back stairway talking about stuff.



Bigger version: http://i45.tinypic.com/2yum70o.jpg

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3VRISKA

[calamitouscorsair]

Steampunk + Rescue Adventure, Eridan<3Sollux

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

[tavdos]

dirk<3jake, zombies + domesticity!!

FILL: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

[alymira]

I really enjoyed writing this~ C: I hope it's alright! <3

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"When are you going to realise that you're being incredibly dense about this?"

Jake looks up from where he's cleaning one of his guns to where Dirk stands, leaning against the door frame. Frowning and resisting the urge to stick out his tongue, he turn away, focusing on his gun once more. He hears Dirk sigh and come closer, still he continues to ignore him. It's only when Dirk pulls up a chair and proceeds to sit and stare that Jake looks up and glares.

"What are you going on about now?"

"The same thing as always," Dirk leans back against the chair, resting his hands behind his head, "Your guns are a liability to us."

"That's not what you said yesterday after I saved your ass from getting munched on by that walker."

"No, but it is what I said after your stupid gunshot drew about a hundred more of them our way."

Jake flushed and looked away once more, grumbling under his breath. Putting the newly polished gun away, he turned to the un-assembled mess of gun parts on his table. He needed to sort it all out. Some pieces he'd acquired along their travels and others he'd... borrowed from stores they'd passed by. Studiously ignoring the way Dirk was watching him, Jake mentally mapped each gun out in his mind, trying to see which he should prepare first and which would be the most useful in combat.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"No." Jake retorted.

Dirk sighed and leaned forward, hand reaching out to still Jake's, "Why won't you let me teach you?"

Jake groaned and turned to face him, "It's just... it's not something I can learn."

"It's not that hard Jake. All you need is a little practice wielding a sword. It won't take much and..."

Jake watched as Dirk hesitated to speak. He raised a brow as Dirk shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. When Dirk started speaking again, Jake could have sworn there was a slight blush on his face, "And I would feel better knowing that you had at least some sort of close-combat training. I mean, it's not as if you could wrestle a zombie."

As Jake opened his mouth to respond, Dirk cut him off wryly, "I mean wrestle one without getting bitten or scratched."

"Don't you think you're asking for a little much? Not even a scratch?! A scratch can't turn you!"

"No. I don't think I'm asking for a lot," Dirk paused for a moment, simply looking at Jake through his shades, "All I want is your safety. That's it."

Jake felt heat rise up in his face once more and he fought the urge to look away. They'd been having a lot of little moments like this lately and Jake wasn't sure what to make of them. Every time Dirk said something like to him, his heart felt like it was clawing up into his throat. He got tongue-tied and he never knew how to respond.

"For the record," he mumbled softly, "My point about scratches not being able to turn you still stands."

Dirk raised a brow and seemed like he was about to argue, but instead he shook his head, "Fine. You can have that one."

Another silence fell upon them. Jake took this moment to reflect on how far they'd gotten. They were miles from home, far from family and friends. They had no idea if anyone they knew and loved were still alive or gone. They'd fought their way through countless zombies and had finally made it to the outskirts of a city where there were bound to be supplies and possibly even other survivors. Here they were, holed up in an old, smelly house with only each other for company. Night was falling outside and if you listened closely you could hear a walker or two grunting. All they had was each other. Dirk was the only thing keeping him going and Jake doubted he'd have ever made it this far without him.

"So..." Jake started.

"Yeah?"

"If I learn to use a sword, will you promise me you'll to handle a gun? Properly, I mean. Like aiming and targeting and firing properly. Not those random shots in the dark that you usually do."

Dirk waited a breath before responding, voice just a whisper, "Why?"

"Because," Jake grinned at him, heart pounding in his chest, "I'd feel better knowing that you had at least some sort of firearm training."

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

John<3Dave
Horror and Coming Of Age

FILL: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[brodacious]

He’s holding onto your hand so tight; so, so tight. It hurts a hell of a lot but you don’t want him to loosen up for even a second. If you thought he was going to let go for a moment you wouldn’t be able to take it. You know he won’t, but there’s still that dread of being separated, of losing him. And then you’d be alone, here, in the dark.

Even as you shudder at the mere notion, you can’t help but feel a thrill of strange and exhilarating excitement, originating from the feel of your hands clasped, drenched in mingling fearsweat. The slip of your wet skin and the tightening to compensate is almost obscene, bizarrely comforting in this terrible pitch black.

“Did you hear that?” he whispers, and the hairs on the back of your neck raise as an electrical tingling sensation spreads from the area. Part of it is Dave’s breath ghosting across your skin, and part of it was the fact that no, you didn’t hear it. You’d been thinking about your hands touching, linked so closely as to become one. You’d let yourself get distracted. And that’s when it strikes, when you’re guard is down, you can’t believe you let-

The sound comes from your right, you think, a low and unearthly rumble. You suck in a breath so sharp it threatens to become a scream, but Dave’s hand is over your mouth before it can give you away.

“Shh!” he hisses, right in your ear this time. You nod, but his hands stays where it is over your mouth. It’s trembling ever so slightly. You have something to say so you lick along the headline of the salty palm, an old trick from when you were younger. He doesn’t spout out a disgusted protest like he used to, just removes his hand.

You press in, lips almost against the shell of his ear. You’ve never felt like this before, and it’s almost as terrifying as what’s lurking in the dark.

“It’s behind us. I think it’s busy...” you gulp, just like in one of those shitty cartoons. “Eating.” You don’t know how you know this, but you do. You can feel his head moving next to your mouth, nodding in understanding.

You don’t need anymore discussion. You both know what to do but he takes the lead, pulling you along, your feet quietly shuffling along the floor. You can’t see his other arm but you know it’s outstretched into the oblivion, away from the safety and knowledge of your body clinging to his, searching for the wall.

There’s another growl and you both freeze, but not before you catch up the few inches between you and press your chest against his back. You listen, trying not to get distracted again, by the sound of his shallow breath, the pulse you can feel thrumming against your own.

The silence goes on forever. Ponderous and heavy as you strain your ears for any signs of anything.

There’s a sickening crack echoing through the void. Bone. A ribcage. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and give your whimpered woes to his shoulder instead of the blackness.

“Just a few more feet,” he murmurs, and starts off again. You think maybe he can do this because he used to the world being a little darker through his shades.

You thought he was just trying to reassure you, but in a few ten feet you’re there, the cold metal wall under your fingers, and though you’re not out of the woods yet, you’re so relieved. Your relief rears up into a monster of its own, smooth and easy, and you find Dave’s lips with your own, you don’t even miss in the darkness.

The air from his nose is stuttered out against the side of your own as he presses back. His hand squeezing somehow even harder.

The butterflies rising in your gut plummet at the sound of another tearing crack, and you come back to your senses.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he breathes, his mouth not entirely separated from yours, you feel the words forming on it.

You nod and both start to edge along the wall towards freedom.

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

Dave<3Tavros
Steampunk and zombies

PROMPT: TEAM SPADES SLICK<3<SN0WMAN

[bohemianblend]

Aranea<3Roxy, Sci-fi and Mystery

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN♠SOLLUX

[orkanakokoro]

Ship: Dave♥Jade
Disney and having to do with an Asylum/Mental Institution. Have fun~

[portaling]

NO I AM ON THIS TEAM SO I CAN'T FILL IT
but I might write something for it and then post it on AO3, not for the round? Would you be okay with that?

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

[andthus]

Gamzee<3<Vriska medieval + revolution

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

[simpleruser]

Getting into these situations has started to be a matter of course, you blow up one little government house and you've got a fucking subjugglator with a god damned club leveled at you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Okay. You know that one. A subjugglator, naturally. So he's totally within his right to break down your door with the intent of beating your brains out, you can see the shitting splinters and the outside! Fuck that's going to be a pain to fix.

You slide yourself out of your stone recuperacoon, no shiny copper for you any more, you're roughing it, to perch on the edge with green staining your skin. A shiver passes over you and you try and ignore it. He opens his mouth and you nearly fall over, typical subgugglator that, all the things in the world to refrain from smelling like a sewer and he chooses to anyway. You gag theatrically and swing your legs over the side reaching to pull on your shirt when his club thuds lightly into your elbow. "Didn't say I was here on motherfucking business now, did I?" you sneer and continue to pull it on anyway, fastening your belt around your waist before giving him the courtesy of replying. Trousers can wait until your legs have been out of the slime longer.

"If you wanted a social call you should have left me a note! I could have had a platter of food waiting for you. What is it you eat these days?" It's too fucking early for this shit and your banter is failing you. "Because it smells like you're eating as much shit as you spew. How is the high-life treating you?"

He thumps his club down onto your chest, fixing it upright and letting gravity complete the motion again. "It's suiting me just fine, got everything I need all up over there, seems like you're missing hunk of your requirements." What a fucking poser. You brush your mind over his and snap back, your colour drains and he fucking grins, a humourless as grin as you've ever seen and you had a mirror for a while.

Shaking your head, you fix a reflection of his own expression onto your face. "I don't know, if this isn't business then you have some business that isn't your business, so you must be missing something."

He shakes his head long and slow, "Girl, girl, girl, don't you think I can't keep my hands in what belongs to me. Don't you think that's in my fucking control. I've got enough to run my fingers through but I think you're missing something big about the business that you've been laying your name all over, girl. I think you're out of your motherfucking depth." You snort into his face. Now you know he's got a handle on chuckle voodoo it's not adding anything to anything at all, your mind is stronger than that and he's just another fucking huge indigo blood who is in your one and only hive.

"My business is kept to myself, you're the one who inflicts punishment on unsuspecting doors! Though I know how amazing it is and totally understand how you'd want to be a part of it, too bad you-" He brings his club into contact with you arm, casual as anything, looking like he's doing nothing more than swatting a fly, but it's going to leave a bruise the size of your fist. You barely flinch, when he's fucked off back to the royal nook he crawled out of you're going to pat yourself on the back. "- will never get to be. Unless you've decided to join the side that's more fun!"

He moves closer and you realize that the coiling in your gut is more to do with the fact that he's very tall and those muscles lining his arms match the richness in his voice. You slap him and the sound rings out around the walls. It would sound nicer in your old room but you can't have everything. You laugh at the way he glares, seems he honestly thought you'd give up on the first visit and you laugh harder at the thought. Dice fall and you level the resulting sword at his stomach. "See, tonnes of fun!" He grunts and moves back a step, a level of tension rises from your shoulders. "Fix the door and knock next time and I might just let you in."

You probably would without the repair job but it's the precedent that's important. Plus, if he doesn't you will be more than entitled a trip to wherever he rests his ass to steal his door.

Sorry for the very limited inclusion of the genre, I hope you enjoy it!

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

[andthus]

Gamzee<3Tavros

Star crossed lovers + college

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[kephra]

Casey <3 Nakodile, Fairy Tale + Bed Time Story (Better if Daddy John is reading it!)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[eyeslikestarlight]

Is it alright if they're human children? :3 Or would you prefer their normal consort selves?

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[eremiticantiquarian]

Dualscar <3 Psiioniic, occult + animal companion story

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[eremiticantiquarian]

Dave <3 Tavros, Robinsonade + Biopunk

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Davesprite <> Autoresponder: role reversal + dystopia

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Aradia <> Handmaid: chase scene + defiance of destiny

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[macca44552]

Dirk <3< or <3 John

My Little Pony AU, adventure

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[fiveforchibis]

Dude, totally working on this, in the mean time, have some pics I made using this creator. I made one for Dave as well, cause he's in the story, if you'd like to see it.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Rose <> Dirk: Xanatos Gambit + cautionary tale

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Aimless Renegade <> Autoresponder: comedy of errors + metafiction

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

darkness + erotica, rose<3<kanaya i shouldnt be requesting stuff like this -shot-

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Equius c3< (Vriska, Sollux): technological thriller + non-Sgrub AU

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Jade <3 Kanaya: meet cute + Wizard of Oz parody

FILL: Aradia<3<Vriska

[kitand]

I wanted to do all your fills but because I only got aroun to finishing this one. I hope you like it!

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Rose <3 Aradia: zombie apocalypse + existential crisis

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Rose <3 Feferi: ballerinas + body horror

FILL: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[buttonhole]

http://imagescale.tumblr.com/image/1280/m61qxeoxN31r9sa19o1.png

I don't know how to draw ballerinas (everything I know about ballet comes from an anime I watched over 5 years ago) or body horror or feferi but here is an art fill I hope it doesn't suck

PROMPT: TEAM Roxy<3AR

[henoticjinx]

Dave<3Terezi

ghostsbusters + videogames

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Roxy<3AR

[outcastermine]

WHY CAN'T I FILL THIS
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

Kanaya<>Eridan
Vampires and hurt/comfort

PROMPT: TEAM Roxy<3AR

[henoticjinx]

Terezi <3< Vriska

fortune teller + supernatural

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

[simpleruser]

"Hm. Yeah. You're dead." you say and fold the cards away, tucking them into the box under the low table and smile wide.

Terezi frowns and opens her mouth. You raise your hand and slide it down her face and are honestly totally surprised you don't lose a finger from the gesture. Her teeth are abnormally sharp. Doesn't shut her up though, "What the fuck do you mean by that, Serket?" You stand up and begin dousing the incense you have scattered around.

When you get around to replying you allow the more obnoxious tone to creep into your voice, "I mean you're dead! A walking corpse, all your life has run out and you're just waiting to keel over. Sorry." You aren't sorry.

Well, you are a little. You're not quite sure what you're going to do when she does realize her heart isn't beating anymore and her vision is coming back because she doesn't need her eyes to see. You'll miss her you suppose. Like you miss the sensation of a joint being popped or a tooth being pulled.

She's grown quiet as you raise her up by her shoulder, all of her. You're very careful of that, she's going to pass over sooner or later but she's got a week maybe two before the separation of body and spirit gets bad enough to be a problem, she doesn't actually need you making that split earlier. "How."

You guess that's a question even though it barely sounds like one and you look at her. Really properly look for the first time ever and brush her hair back and stick your finger in her ear. She grabs it and and twists. You shout, palms up. She asked a fucking question, sort of, and you were getting to the shitting answer.

She releases the finger and you think it's about to fall off, it hasn't yet though so you hold it out and there's a trace of what looks like ink but isn't because when you hold out the corner of your shirt and wipe it off it doesn't stain just vanishes. "You got yourself poisoned by some nasty juju. Have fun working out who did it!"

She hisses and punches you hard as you shove her out of your trailer. You hope she'll come back before she goes for good. But you can't ask her to.