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 DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

Karkat<3Sollux<3

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Karkat<3Sollux<3<Eridan (With Karkat<>Eridan if you wanna add it to the mix or really any other quadrant combo, I just think these 3 are awesome together)
Drama and high school AU

PROMPT: TEAM Bro<3Dave

[flarefyre]

Rose<3Jade magical girl+kemonomimi

FILL: team dave<3vriska

[thip]

here y'are!

PROMPT: TEAM Bro<3Dave

[flarefyre]

Dave<>John, zombie apocalypse and journal/diary

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

well fuck it just occurred to me but i guess this might turn out to be like the last trace of humanity or something

just fuck

i mean i guess it could be worse like imagine if lalonde was one of the last few humans on earth and felt the need to write out a goddamn faq like she did last time the world up and fucking ended

hell thats probably what she is doing at this exact moment

okay thats dumb at this exact moment shes probably blowing off a zombies head with her crazy grimdark powers or eviscerating one with some knitting needles

that or shes dead

dammit

fuck it im just gonna get on with this apocalyptic tale shit

man this could be some real irony gold like

i could make up whatever shit i wanted

kay here we go dear mr survivor of the zombie apocalypse first of all good job man

second of all listen this apocalypse was totally a government plot

like the president was all fuck this country also fuck the world who needs to be alive and have their brains in their heads and not being chewed on by zombies

yeah man thats totally what happened

okay anyway that was stupid

this is probably just a huge monumental waste of time like if i survived fucking zombies everywhere no way i would waste time reading some kids diary

maybe i is should get a pink sparkly pen for this

note to self do that the next time we get to a town with some kiddy store

so get ready nonexistent audience for the continuing adventures of dave strider and john egbert trying not to die horrific deaths

when last we left off everything had gone to shit and our two plucky heroes were on the run because the shitty apartment in houston they were hiding out in was invaded by zombies and apparently zombies are the only creature not born with an innate fear of smuppets

which is pretty much irrefutable proof that zombies have no souls

not like that was something anyone was seriously considering or anything

anyway

so me and john were on the run last time i found time to write and

this is me building up suspense

for the no one who is ever gonna fucking read this

okay i think thats enough suspense

yeah were still on the run everything still pretty much sucks

were trying to head out to roses old place in case shes still there

her or her body

not that john would ever say that but im pretty sure were both thinking it

alright strider out

-

surprise surprise guess who isn't dead yet

you know i wonder if zombies can write journals

record all their important zombie daily lives

all like so today i ate fifteen brains

and then i took my zombie daughter to school and had a talk with her teacher to discuss her grades

looks like shes failing her face-eating class i think im gonna have to ground her

teach her some responsibility

and she cant go out with that zombie boy for the next month hes a bad influence

anyway

so were still on the run

we made it up to kansas and i feel fucking lied to there are fucking hills everywhere all up in this bitch

went to a shopping mall

place was deserted thank god

if there is one thing i do not need it is dealing with soulless monsters while im shopping

or zombies those would suck too

egbert continued to be an idiot as always

im wandering around trying to find some decent eats and he shows up with a pair of fucking aviators

all excited like he gets

i lost the other shades he got me ages ago while i was busy trying not to get eaten

these arent authentic ironic movie shades or anything but i guess theyll do

but seriously who else but fucking john would even think of something like that at a time like this

god

-

who would have thought that insomnia was a symptom of the zombie apocalypse

think id be able to sleep like a baby knowing theres bloodthirsty zombies lurking everywhere

you know i am so fucking glad i got stuck with egbert in this whole mess

there is no one else i would rather fight off the zombie hordes with and not just because he is damn handy with that hammer

pretty sure hes the only one who could keep a smile on his face through all this

pretend like everything will actually be fine in the end

i have no idea if he actually believes it but i have the sneaking suspicion he aint actually that dumb

kind of wish he was

kid deserves some peace

-

made it up to roses

nothing here but a lot of a fire and a healthy stash of alcohol

like man what is it with this place and fire

gotta hand it to mom lalonde though keeping the liquor cellar outside was a stroke of genius

-

gpd tthat dfuckin egbrrt cn be suhc n ass

like

thereas fuckin zombiis tajen o;ver hte fgodam wrold

im goinna ddink what i wadnt to

but hes alk

we gotta keewp our sperits up

fuck htsat

-

god shit fuck damn

fuck hangovers

fuck shooting zombies with a hangover

fuck fuck fuck

-

john sat me down and gave me an honest to god talking to

like hes my dad or something

i seriously do think he was channeling his dad there

think he barely stopped himself from telling me he was proud of me

also i think hes worried about me

as if thats a useful thing to be doing right now

there are fucking zombies

who gives a shit about my mental health

of course im not in a fucking good place right now jesus christ there is no good reason to even bother being sane

-

john says we should head back to texas

think he thinks i might be happier there

like happy is a fucking concept that even holds any meaning anymore for anyone but him

i told him we should try to find jade

dunno how the fuck we could pull that off but he lit right up

guess hes got a plan

or hes just too damn optimistic for his own good but whatever

he says the only way to go now is forward and fuck

but i guess hes right

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

blood + creatures (monsters), karkat<3terezi

FILL: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

[roxxxy]

fjlkfjlkfjkljg sorry this...makes no sense and it kind of got away from me. i hope you like it anyway!

--

There are gaping, toothy mouths settled in her sockets where her eyes should be, gruesomely red, and soft flesh is hidden by scaley layers of keratin.

He loves her anyway.

Some days, he wakes up to her snuffling and keening incoherently, writhing, and he knows she needs something only he can give - the secret they share with each other is the nature of their existences. So he crawls over to her, lets three sets of jaws latch on and bleed him near-dry, candy red, and she sighs in contenment as his vision spins. There have been times when she's almost brought him over the edge of death.

He loves her anyway.

Not just because, well -- who else would he love? -- but genuinely. Even if holding hands sometimes means being clawed up. Even if kissing leads to a cut tongue.

She is his monster, and even though she'll never see, only taste and smell, he is her monster too.

[copygoo]

Literally perfect.

[megaparsecs]

In the grand tradition of fic memes before us, I feel like this needs a misfire fill.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3VRISKA

[thip]

tragedy + high school drama, feferi<3equius!

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[thebronze_page]

Space Opera, Comedy for Gamzee and Roxy any quadrant)

[thebronze_page]

Indiana Jones/Zombie Apocalypse Jake<3Aradia

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Equius<3Jade<3Nepeta<>Equius
fairy tale + furries

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[eremiticantiquarian]

Dave <3 Tavros <> Aradia, sky pirates + biographical documentary

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Karkat<3<Dave<3Terezi<>Rose (or any combination of quadrants)
high school au + superheroes

FILL: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

[sadisticbutsweet]

(I apologize! Due to the deadline and being REALLY busy the last 24 hours this wound up a bit rushed.But, ah, it was hilarious in my head?)


In a dark warehouse on the industrial side of town Dave Strider is getting his ass kicked by a midget in tights.

It’s a small blessing there’s no one around to see his embarrassing downfall except the machinery and aforementioned midget. The warehouse itself is in a state of disrepair only worsened from the scuffle. His shitty sword is half way across the room and his wings are a mangled mess in the jaws of a crane. The straps attached to his arms traps him midair with them, his legs dangling uselessly and his shades slipping precariously down the bridge of his nose.

A booming voice bursts from the loud speakers. “Do you surrender, feathery asshat?”

Dave quirks an eyebrow. “Really dude you suck at being an archenemy I mean really not even knowing the name of your rival that’s just –“ The crane jerks, swinging him from side to side like a sock in the jaw of a dog.

“Oh my gods can you quit spewing word vomit for five seconds?” It takes a moment for his eyes to focus, but he spies his rival across the room, safely tucked away in the main control room. He can see the smirk on his face.

“You know I don’t even need you to surrender. It’s a given fact at this point. You’ve been bested, Dave Strider! And now the whole world will know that you’re just a pathetic –“ There’s a creek and a sound like footsteps, but Karkat doesn’t notice. “- wanna-be hero. I’ll take pictures of this moment and send it to every newspaper across the country so everyone will know that Dave Strider, the great Flash-Step, is so incompetent as to be defeat and thus is hardly –“ Dave hears them now, closer. “-fit to protect this city! Soon your adoring fans will abandon you and you want to know who will be there for them when this city needs someone? You want to know who will step up in this city’s darkest hour? That will be me! The Blood Knight, and I–“

“Karkat!”

“David.”

“Tez!?”

“Hello, ladies.” And Dave raises a hand, waggling his fingers at the girls standing below him. His sister and best friend alternate between glaring at him and Karkat, who has sunk down below the console as if that can hide him. Rose is in full hero regalia, cloak and mask, but Terezi is still in her school uniform. Dave notices she’s carrying his and Karkat’s bookbags, which they’d abandoned in their lockers.

Rose’s fingers drum impatiently on her arm and Terezi sniffs the air. Abruptly, Terezi points toward the control room. “He’s up there,” she says. “Karkat Vantas, get down here!”

“God damn it, do the words ‘secret identity’ mean anything to you?”

“He’s not coming down,” Terezi says very matter of factly.

“Mm,” Rose hums, looking up at her brother. Raising her voice, she calls, “We’ve told you two to stop sparing during school hours, much less in public places. Do you realize how bad this would have appeared if you had been caught by some unsuspecting construction worker who just wanders on through on his way to enjoy a thoroughly unsatisfying early lunch.”

“This warehouse hasn’t been used in months! I checked!”

Her eyes snap up to the control room, and Dave spies the top of Karkat’s cloaked head. He glances down, meets Rose’s eyes, and quickly ducks back under the control console. “Karkat,” Rose yells, her voice terse. “Gently set Dave down, please.”

“What if I don’t? What are you going to do –“ Dave feels the chill in the air before he sees it. The shadows are moving. Karkat must notice it too, because he quiets. It only takes a second before he’s standing again, scowling down at them. He’s scowling as he fiddles with the crane controls.

“Thank you,” Rose calls, eerily polite for a girl who just began calling on the powers of Eldritch abominations.

“Fuck you too Lalonde.”

“As for you, David.” Rose glares at him all the way until Karkat deposits him on the floor in a heap of ruined machinery and tattered clothes. “Are you perhaps forgetting a little something you agreed to do besides not fighting in the middle of supposedly abandoned warehouses?”

Dave really tries to wrack his brain when his eyes land on a book poking out of Terezi’s book bag. “Shit, Tez, I’m –“

She hits him, hard, over the head with his copy of Chemistry 101. “You fill out both of our reports and we’ll call it even, cool kid,” she cackles, and drops the book in front of him. Her and Rose loop arms and start for the door, and she calls over her shoulder, “And don’t even think you’re getting anywhere near my choice ass for a few days, Karkat! You knew the rules.”

Karkat curses as he pulls himself up beside Dave. They watch the ladies saunter out, perfectly in step. Neither of them have to say a word to agree that they hate dealing with a psychopath – in every sense of the word. Rose isn’t much better. Dave kicks his wings and Karkat pouts to himself, teeth bared.

“This is your fault,” he murmurs at Dave. “You’re the one who suggested we spar.”

“Shut it.” Dave kneels down and picks up the book, waving it at Karkat. “This is how it’s going to go down. We truce, and this never happened. You do my and Tezs’ chemistry and I’ll get her back in your bed. I walk away with my dignity intact and you get the girl. Deal?”

They shake. “Deal, fuckass.”

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[macca44552]

Auto Responder <3 Davesprite.

college AU + fantasy

FILL: TEAM [DIRK<3EQUIUS]

[itsajustaway]

Dave Strider's cloneproduction disorder was one of a kind. There had been no other recordings of such thing happening, especially not for a mere human, which justified the fact that everyone who read their schoolfeed books knew about it.
How the clones usually offed themselves in one way or another was also widely known fact, something that puzzled people to no end. Some thought that they had had existential crisis, not that anyone had ever bothered to ask them. Why would you kill yourself if you were born in such a unique way?
And of course alpha Dave (as the original was called) would have to explain everytime he met new people what the deal with his really special clone was.
The one who didn't have anything common with him physically but face.
The one that was called Davesprite.

Now, were this planet any other, Davesprite would've been locked in cage and prodded with a stick. All kinds of tests would have been made and he would've gotten labeled as crudely as a monster. Why he got stared at wasn't because of him being various shades of orange, not having legs and sporting feathery wings on his back. Being part crow then? No, while he suspected it was part of why, it would be just hypocrite of them, as there were all kinds of furries, humanoids and robots roaming on the planet.

To them he was the fake Dave, clone of actual one and despite open mindness of the enviorment thanks to loads of different races around, artifical creatures were considered pretty much as second-class citizens. It was really unfair, something that made Davesprite grit his teeth, else the angry caws would come out uncontrollably. He had the same memories with alpha Dave prior to age of fifteen for god's sake. To the day Davesprite was born and then taken away to do some medical experiements on him. He was the real Dave. All of them were. So why wasn't anyone except the original able to see it?

And so there he was, techically 5 year old college student sliding/flying/levitating, most certainly not walking to the class he had in 40 minutes. His college was pretty sweet one, even if he was positive his career path wouldn't land him on any stable jobs. But hey, he could always make a nest on top of some building and hunt for leftovers for the rest of his life if it came to it. You had to think positively else you go insane. Clone or not, Davesprite felt that he had just as much right to have life as everyone else did. And besides, things had gotten a bit better for him since high school.
He didn't suffer from depression anymore, stuff like calling him fake didn't bother him, at least not much.
Now that he didn't speak to his (Dave's) best friends John, Jade or even Rose on daily basis he was good. Everything was just perfect.
Davesprite was snapped out of his musings when someone suddenly flashstepped in front of him, God fuck no not the puppets again , making his wings rise up reflexily out of startle.

”Sup man.”

Lowering them in slight embarrasment he forced out ”Hey.” in response, mentally adding 'needlessly scaring Daves' and 'fucking flashstepping' into the growing list of What does Dirk Strider have uncannily in common with Bro. They weren't even related, that much was for certain.

”I know we haven't talked much, but my Auto-Responder would like to have a chat with you today. Do you have any computers with you at the moment?” Dirk continued casually, expression carefully blank like Strider's should be.
Davesprite shrugged.

”Nah. Too much hassle.” It's not like I have anyone to pester anyway he added mentally. Then it sunk in and he raised his eyebrow. ”Wait, did you just say Auto-Responder?”

Dirk just nodded. ”I don't really talk about this stuff much, but you know, I lived in the middle of ocean over ten years. If I wanted to have conversations with someone, I needed to make myself that someone. So I programmed AR” he tapped the glasses on his face with a finger, ”Essentially he's me when I was thirteen thanks to some really complicated shit you non-technology majors can't get, but by now he has grown as person over the years the way only constantly running program can.” there was proud tone in his voice when he said that.
”Also, talking to him could have good effect on you, who knows.” he finished.

Ignoring Davesprite's question of what the hell he meant by that, Dirk took his hand and placed his glasses carefully on it. Orange eyes stared on Davesprite's own sunglasses covered ones for a while before new, identical shades appeared on his face with a snap.
So Dirk knew magic? Huh. He had strange career path for one with such ability.
Why wasn't he at wizarding school?

”Now you've become one of the five blessed ones who have seen Dirk Strider's eyes. Cherish this moment, for it shall not happen again.”

”Seriously, someone else than your friends has seen your eyes?”

”Not important. Anyway, you can have this computer for today, but I'll be expecting it back later. You can talk with him if you put glasses on. Later.”

”Yeah, later.”

And then he was off to..talk to that weird sweaty troll from his course?
Shrugging it off, Davesprite looked at the glasses on his hand and then quickly checked if anyone was around. Swiftly he replaced his round ones with triangular shades.
Immediately red text popped up in front of his eyes.

TT: Hello, Davesprite.
TT: What would you use to measure how human someone is?

Wow, this guy didn't beat much around bush.

---

While sitting on the rooftop and sipping on apple juice, Davesprite found himself really enjoying time spent conversing with AR. He hadn't gone to any of his lectures that day, but well, it wasn't like one day was going to count much. Besides, it was unimportant compared to the feeling of someone actually understanding what he felt like. Such thing hadn't happened before.

"How many people know that you exist?" crow human asked, taking another sip. He would need to get down of the roof soon, before dragons flew past and mistook him as food. Another reason the wings were stupid.

TT: Three, excluding Dirk. To others I'm just text that pops up and informs he is not present.

"What do they think of you then?" The response wasn't immediate this time.

TT: I get along best with Roxy. But when it comes to Jane and Jake
TT: They just want to talk to the real Dirk.

Davesprite frowned at the other students down below, waiting for continuation if there was any.

TT: I'm just glasses so obviously I can't feel anything close to actual emotion but.
TT: Wait why the hell am I bringing this up, let's talk about it someday if you're up to do this again, ok?

"Okay man. Just so you know, I'm all ears if you need someone to vent out your frustrations." he said, feelings of sympathy starting to take his mind in its grip.

TT: You want to have conversation with me again?

He almost snorted at that. Was AR surprised? "In case you haven't noticed, my social circle isn't something to brag about. By that I mean it's practically nonexistent and really sad to look at. You start feeling weird troll lovepity just by mentioning it." God, was he losing his edge? That metaphor was weak.

TT: Can't argue with that.
TT: The lovepity I mean.

Huh?
"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

TT: Oh hey look, Dirk has come to get me, add him on pesterchum and we'll talk later.

"No, seriously AR." It was too late, the red text was disappearing from the screen and fast. And surely enough, like AR said Dirk had appeared next to him out of blue.

"Had fun?" He asked, extending his hand with a knowing look on his face. Davesprite handed him the glasses, putting his own back on again.

"It was pretty interesting alright." he said, feeling calmer than he'd been in a while.

*****
eurgh, sorry, not enough fantasy, not enough college. But I tried. ;; Hope it somehow is able to satisfy?

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[macca44552]

Dirk <3 Bro

surrealism, 100 words or less

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

((I'm so sorry.))


Bro was used to a lot of strange shit happening in his life. Really, really strange shit.
But this… was just weird.

No, seriously, this shit was fucking weirder than a tabby cat with buttered toast strapped to its back falling through the blue-orange portal game set-up in an attempt to create a perpetual motion machine.

Yes, it was weirder than that mental image you just had.

He could have anyone he wanted. Anything he wanted. And out of anyone in the world, he had himself in bed with him tonight.

Maybe he should lay off the hallucinogens.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Dave<3Eridan
chivalric romance + clockpunk

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Aradia/Feferi/Vriska (any quadrant or combination of quadrants)
road trip + space western

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

[simpleruser]

"You know," you drawl, trailing out every syllable with a personal grudge, "this would go faster if you didn't think that every single rock in the nether-system requires your personal interference."

Aradia frowns and opens her mouth, no doubt to impart a totally useful (read: boring, so fucking boring, as boring as Aradia herself!) lesson on other civilizations and how that one tribe who literally ate shit was more enlightened than you, doesn't manage to get a word to leave her lips though because Feferi is grabbing your shoulders and leaning forward waaaaaaaay too close to the controls for you to do anything put flick her in the forehead as she exclaims, "Look! That one has buildings on it!"

Buildings shouldn't be half as exciting as they are, but Feferi is the only person you know who is living proof that hysteria is contagious, so you're setting the controls up for landing even as you groan and she kisses your cheek. It would be a sweeter gesture if she didn't insist on kissing Aradia on the mouth immediately after. You'd think that she was the one ensuring your asses all stay inside the sh-

Fuck.

That was not a good sound. That was the type of sound that is followed by- The communication channel opens and you're faced with a face. Excellent. Just what you needed today. You slump and cross your arms. No point keeping your hands on the wheel when you've been jacked.

You glance at Aradia and groan again. Fuck, you could get your little gang out of this with half as much fuss but nope! She has to go all flashy-glowy-whatever mind powers on the whole thing. The craft jerks and you slam forward in your harness, "Watch it, Megido!" you know she's got better control than that. But you're passed the barrier and have time to give the face on your communicator a single finger before the connection fizzles out and you have to start piloting without the aid of freaky low bloods.

Sorry it's so short! I hope you like it anyway.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Calliope<>Roxy
ontological mystery + coming of age

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

[tavdos]

Tavros(<3 or <>)Aradia, dystopia + hurt/comfort

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAD

[jabberwockyx]

Ship: Equius <> Nepeta
Genres: Post-apocalyptic and angst

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

The first time that he ever saw her, she was seconds away from getting herself killed.

She'd taken on three bluebloods far too strong for her in some attempt to rescue a tiny white cat he later figured out was her lusus, and even if she'd managed to kill them all without incurring grievous harm... She'd surely die, in the end. Out in the wilds a green-blood might be able to get away with killing aristocrats even if there was a witness, though the idea made a flash of anger shoot through Equius, but they were in one of the few cities on Alternia and anyone who was watching would feel compelled to attack her for her crime. It wasn't fair, no. But who had ever said anything about this life they were born into was fair?

He wasn't thinking of pity when he stepped into the fight. Only that, distasteful though it should be to stand with someone of lower blood against others who were almost his equals, he preferred to be on the side of someone attempting to protect her custodian (or pet, as he'd thought at the time) over those who would harm a fragile creature.

He'd saved her then, snapped the three slightly-lowerbloods' necks and shattered their ribs and picked up the dirty ragged beast of a troll she was and carried her home with him despite all her protests. He couldn't save her, now.

After their first chaotic meeting, it took them over a sweep before they even whispered the word moirail.

For one, there were no pale overtures between them. It seemed strange to put voice to something that was as natural as breathing or eating or sleeping in sopor, unnegotiated and necessary as breathing and eating and sleeping in sopor were in the first place. He needed her, and she needed him, and it was as simple as that-- they belonged together, just as air belonged in their lungs.

Only there isn't any air in their lungs now, is there? Only ashes and a bitter, stinging smoke, because the world went up in flames long ago and they've taken refuge in this last little bastion of safety. The seas polluted, choking the seadwellers as they slept. The sopor grew foul with contagion, killing the indigobloods who relied on it and the lowestbloods who absolutely needed it to sleep. The land burned with acidic fires, killing everyone and anything, and Equius thinks he's the highest blood left-- it just doesn't matter anymore. Nightmares plague everyone now, and he thinks one of his is finally coming true.

She's curled in his arms, her fragile little body coughing up and choking thin olive blood. The medical drones went haywire long ago, and for all his expertise with robots, he can't figure out how to open her up and put her back together again without destroying her utterly in the process. His own chest is uncomfortably tight, and though he pretends not to notice, he no longer sweats or swallows because there's no moisture left to do so with.

When she coughs weakly once more and goes still, there are no tears left to cry.

(besides-- he follows her a few days later anyway)

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3VRISKA

[calamitouscorsair]

Ice cream war + high school AU, Dave<3John

Prompt: Team Dave <3< Karkat

[elfierae]

Dave <3 Jake
Semi-Angst + Admiration

PROMPT: Team Aradia<3Rose

[galacticbishoujo]

Jane<>Gamzee

Bildungsroman and satire.

PROMPT: Team Aradia<3Rose

[galacticbishoujo]

Roxy<3<Sollux: Dying Earth and slice of life.

PROMPT: Team Aradia<3Rose

[galacticbishoujo]

Roxy <3c Eridan (Roxy protecting the world from Eridan with her FISTS) :

Comedy of manners and memoirs.

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

((this is so far off from the prompt i'm so SORRY))

It’s hard at times, being the only friend of a serial killer.

She stands between him and the world, her hands curled into fists at her sides and his arms cold around her, and doesn’t let him break. He comes up to her from behind and wraps an arm possessively around her waist, pulls her to him; if it was anyone else, she’d smack him, but he needs her. If she lets him hold her, she knows where he is. She knows what he’s doing, practically knows what he’s thinking, and this way when he gets that certain glint to his eye and that Cheshire-crazed smile, she can simply turn around and pin him down and make sure he doesn’t paint the world with blood and send rainbows trickling down the streets.

No one’s been able to pin down just what they are to each other, and she’s fine with that. She hasn’t been able to figure it out herself, even after he patiently explained the quadrant system to her, thinking she didn’t know it already. Of course, she let him. It calms him down, sometimes, to hear his own voice and know he’s still alive, though when it gets too bad she finds it’s better to simply talk and let him know she’s still there.

She thinks maybe she’s his auspitice, keeping the peace between him and the world. It’s a hard, thankless job, but someone has to do it. And he, at least, recognises her and respects her for what she does and who she is-- to him, she’s not the drunken little sidekick, or the roguish waif who’s a pretty face and nothing else. They play at that, from time to time, taking on roles one after another of drunken sidekick rogues and broken princes, but they always go back to who they really are. He values her. Besides, even if it is a thankless job, someone’s got to do it. Someone who’s got nothing to lose.

She thinks that’ll be the title of the book she writes, when she finishes it. Nothing to Lose. It’s almost fitting.

She is his gift and he is her curse. They need each other, and for all her complaints, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

PROMPT: TEAM ROXY <3< MEENAH

[amodicumofgrace]

Urban Fantasy+Body Horror
Rose <3 Roxy

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

To kill a dragon was no easy task, even for an accomplished dragonslayer, and Rose and Roxy Lalonde were anything but accomplished dragonslayers. Or even trained ones, for that matter, but they were the only two left in their huge, sprawling mecca of corruption and industry who could even use anything close to magic anymore. The others in their merry little band had long since scattered to the winds, hunting down monsters and vicious little demons of their own. No one knew how these creatures had gotten to the cities, supposedly confined to the wilds and Hellmurder Island as they were, but here and now one was in New York City (III).

That wasn't the worst of it, either. There were rumours of a many-tentacles psychic kraken off the coast of Manhattan, and the girl the Lalondes thought it was looking for was long dead and gone at a hostile griffin flock's claws.

So, all in all, it was very likely that the two of them were going to die in the morning, when they marched out to do battle with a monster almost ne'er seen before. They were dealing with it in their own separate ways (though both involved copious amounts of alcohol). Rose was doing her best to write, an account of everything that had transpired, so that maybe once Alternearthia was destroyed, someone could find it in the void of space and know what mistakes not to repeat. A long shot. Her only hope. And Roxy...

"I don't wnat to-- want to die a virgin," she whispered to her sister. "Please, Rosey. Fuck me 'til I bleed." The younger blonde (by all of four minutes!) reached out to gently shut the heavy book, slipping an arm around Rose's waist and staring up at her with imploring pink eyes.

"That's..." Rose's state of intoxication was not helping her to resist her sister, or indeed come up with any logical arguments as to why such a thing would be good in the first place. "Roxy. We're sisters. No."

"And we're the onyl people we've got left, c'mon, you know I wouldn't be askgni, asking this of you if I didn't want it, didn't love you..." Didn't love her more than a sister ought, for they'd grown up practically being each other's world. And just as she was the only one who wouldn't mind the fact that Rose was grey and white and festering already, a tentacled horrorterror just waiting to spring into being, Rose was the only one who wouldn't care (would touch her in spite of) the long-since-dead eyes she'd sacrificed to their magic or the strange wiggly things that sometimes moved within them.

When it looked like Rose would keep protesting, Roxy just threw caution to the wind and kissed her. Her sister tasted of ash and cherries and the dark crackling energy of magic.

Needless to say, she got what she wanted in the end.

(the tentacles were actually kind of fun)

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3ROXY

[shinigamishi]

Auto-Responder<3Roxy, Fairy Tale + High Fantasy.

(We're close to the end now so why not.)