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

FILL: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

[zivlok]

Here, I recorded something for you. It ain't great, and I guess it adds the genre of radio play as well, but hopefully you don't hate it? :)

http://soundcloud.com/pantslesswrock/erisol-lullaby-with-body

Re: FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[insufferableprick]

Oh man, this is awesome.

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[artillie]

You drag him off of the machine two hours past a normal troll's limits. By all rights, his brains should be dripping out of his ears and his insides should be sloshing like an uncleaned fishbowl.

"Wake up," you say, plucking the wires one by one from the base of his skull. (It hurts less if you do them all at once, he said, the last time this happened. Too bad, you said; this is what you get for making me worried.)

"FF, I was in. I had one more fucking firewall. Firewalls! They were still using firewalls! It was a grubcakewalk!"

You pull out the last one. The connector hisses when it comes into contact with your cold skin. "That's a tuna crap, and you know it."

"More fish puns, they remind me I'm alive. Alive and in pain," Sollux says. You stroke the back of his head and carry him over to the sofa--he's insubstantial in your arms, never mind that he's a full head taller than you--and throw a blanket over his face. "And how do you know?" he adds, muffled.

"Vantas called me," you say. "It was a trap, there was a virus waiting for you on the other end."

"Like I've never gotten one out of my head before."

You set the mug of coffee in his outstretched hand. He is ridiculous, he still has not moved the blanket, it would be adorable if you weren't fully aware that he doesn't have a shred of psionic power left in him, let alone physical strength. "This was a nasty one." You move the blanket down to sit on his chest; he can do the rest himself. "You should be thanking me."

"Thanks," he says.

"Say it like you mean it."

"You know I always mean it."

"I told you this was--"

"Fishy business?"

"Too easy!"

A hovercab passes outside your window and throws quavering shadows over his face. The heights of the capital are always quiet. It reminds the seadwellers up here of the seas they poisoned. Sollux manages to move his elbow, and not much more. "Screw you," he says. "And the seahorse you rode in on?"

"And now it'll be days before I can trout you out and show your friends you're okay. No," you say, putting a hand on his stomach, "don't try to sit up."

"They've got what we're looking for, though." There's a shrug in Sollux's voice, even if he can't move his shoulders--a resignation unique to psionics in general and yellowbloods in particular. You have possibly never pitied someone so much in your life, and your life has been very long.

"I'd tell you not to put yourself in danger, but you wouldn't listen," you say. "I'm not spoonfeeding you dinner, by the way! So get better fast."

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[watchfob]

a;sdkfjd help i can't handle all these feelings

this is tons adorable, oh gosh

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE♥JANE♥ROXY

[togekissies]

kjdhbfsjkdfndf??? ksjdhfkjdfmn oAo WOW HOYL SHIT THANK YOU THAT'S REALLY

WOW

HOW DOES WORDS

I JUST

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[cypher]

aaah, this is lovely! Sollux just sitting there under the blanket and not moving really is adorable, even if it's a bad sign. ;3;

PROMPT: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[cypher]

Gamzee♥Tavros - Passion play & found poetry

ALL THE BONUS POINTS for a suggestion of a central story the Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs has that could parallel the Passion. \o/

Re: FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

: D I'm glad you liked it!

Re: FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

:D Thank yo!

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE

[alphastarr]

They said that pity was blind.

And perhaps that's why she pitied him. Because he was blind, and he didn't see the bigger picture (heehee, see-- that was a good one, she'd have to remember it later). He didn't understand that he didn't have to understand, and that was his problem. His inability to not only see, but to see made him blind, and it was up to one Terezi Pyrope to shake some sense into him.

She, after all, knew better than anyone else what it was like to have one of your senses taken away from you. And it had been hell to lose it at first, to feel so helpless floating in the dark abyss of void, as if impending doom was inevitable. Then came the peace, the sensation of just not giving a fuck anymore because oh shit, you were blind. And not just blind, but blind-- to everything to the end of the world to sanity. Terezi had a lusus to teach her to see again, making her once more a functional member of society. And she was just about to lusus the fuck out of Sollux Captor and make him see (not see, she could never make him see again), even if it was only in his own mind. Perhaps only in his mind.

"Sup, TZ," he addressed her. He looked at peace, but he didn't look at peace. He rubbed at the blood congealing at the corner of his goggles-- Feferi's, Terezi realized.

"Nice to see you, Captor," she smiled, her fangs seeming to stick out against her charcoal lips.

He snorted at the implications, "You would, TZ, you would."

She plopped down next to him, sitting at the foot of the stairs, "I would what? I CAN see you, even if I can't see you."

"TZ, I don't get you on the best of days, but that made no fucking sense whatsoever," his voice seemed to ring like bells, but not the melodically jingling kind. The huge, empty kind that made low, hollow bongs like enormous, noose-shaped "o"s hanging in the sky, like the ones announcing a hanging.

"Then let me explain," she smiled toothily again. "Let me help you see my point."

"Okay," he shrugged, the blurry outlines of his clothed shoulders making his bloodied shirt shift up every so slightly. She was half-tempted to lick the honey marking just a bit more bitter than the rest straight off his chest; the third line didn't belong there.

"You can see again, can't you?" she inquired. "Your psionics."

"It's close enough, for my purposes," he nodded, leaning back on the step. "I guess."

"But it's not in full clarity," she frowned, the corners of her mouth dropping. "I could help you see more clearly. Maybe I could help you see, too."

"What? Wait, what for?" Sollux snorted. "It's not like I'm ever going to need to see more clearly."

"No, you don't get it," Terezi argued. "You have to, you're so close to seeing. You've seen so much already, and you just have to--"

"No, I don't," he interrupted her. "I've had enough of seeing to last me a lifetime. Two of them, in fact. I don't really care for your way of seeing, either."

"But what about the game?" she questioned, concern more blatantly evident than it had ever been.

"It isn't a game anymore, TZ," he answered after a beat of deliberation. Wiping the blood from his eyes, he added, "It never was."

Terezi stared down at her hands, tasting the blueberry that was mirrored on her cane. She was silent for a long, long time.

"It never was," she echoed at last, reaching to clutch his bloodied hand with hers.

"It doesn't matter anyways," he replied, his voice hollowing. The empty, soulless "o"s resounded as he said, "We were always doomed."

She didn't know what to say to that.

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[heybuddyboy]

asdlfk your drunk uu voice is perfect!! thanks for filling

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[fayharley]

I went with Jane <3< Dirk. A short scene, trigger warning for non-graphic rape and mind control implications.

In The Wreckage

"So this is the so called 'Prince' that has been leading the resistance," Jade said. She leaned back in her throne, tapping the golden arms with her well manicured fingers, painted perfectly cherry red. "I'm not impressed."

"Why don't you unchain me and see if I'm still unimpressive," Dirk said. His voice was raw from strain. A particularly enthusiastic guard whacked Dirk's side with the blunt end of his pike, knocking the wind from Dirk's lungs. Jane waved the guard off, laughing.

"Don't damage him," Jane said. "I must apologize for their behavior. They're not the smartest of species."

"Like you have room to judge anyone," Dirk said. "You're a traitor to the human race, Jane Crocker!"

"Shut up," the guard snapped, whacking Dirk again, forceful enough to send him off his knees into a heap on his side. Dirk struggled to rise with his arms bound behind his back and his body bruised. He was certain he had at least one broken rib.

"No, let him speak," Jane said. "He's funny."

"Funny? You help the Condesce reduce Earth to flooded rubble and you're laughing about it? You make me sick," Dirk said. He tried to gather up the strength to spit at Jane but he only managed to drool on himself.

"Hoo hoo hoo. Be careful Mr. Strider," Jane said "Someone might mistake that sort of language for you having designs on me."

"I would never-" Dirk began, but Jane rose from her throne and grabbed him by his hair, hauling him back to kneeling while he hissed in pain.

"Poor boy," Jane said, running her finger down his cheek. He couldn't subdue a shudder. "You've been hiding with the carapacians so long, you probably forgot what the touch of a human woman feels like."

"I hate you," Dirk said, staring up at her glowing tiara. Jane just smiled.

"I had hoped you'd say that," Jane said. "Now what's my line here? Have him washed and brought to my chambers, something like that. Snap to it guards, I'm a busy dictator."

FILL: TEAM KERNELSPRITE

[cephalopod]

DAVESPRITE: RUN A HOSPITAL INTO THE FUCKING GROUND


You don't even need the goddamn elevator, you've got wings.

You just had it put in so you could take it straight down from your office at the top of the hospital to the lobby, let the sweet Art Deco doors slide open nice and slow to reveal you kicking your sweet mahogany-paneled executivesprite wetbar moment, and then slide shut again.

Having a hospital is pretty much the best thing. You would sincerely recommend it to anyone.

But you can't do the elevator thing all day, eventually people just stop looking and that is grossly unsuitable, so you have to mix shit up a little bit, get your hands dirty and a whole host of other metaphors that get that extra little frisson when applied to surgical procedures. You get back to your office and you get on the horn.

You don't get on the horn, you do nothing of the fucking sort. What was that. You don't have to do that at all because Director Pyrope is already in your office licking your most private correspondence, the shit you forged to artfully incriminate yourself in all manner of vile and profligate shenanigans and hid in a file marked DEF LEPPARD at the bottom of your drawer for her to unearth and use against you. It's her thing, you're cool with that.

She's head of oncology. Mostly. Oncology and burns. She puts out cancer fires or whatever.

“Director Pyrope,” you say, “surely that cannot be the document connecting me to unethical and gratuitous development of antagonist hallucinogenic effects in repatented generic pharmaceuticals?”

She looks up and there's toner on her tongue. You get the cheap shit, just for her.

“Chairman,” she cackles, which she likes doing just to be a dick about the fact that you don't have a chair, it's kind of a perch. “These documents are a shameful fraud encasing a kernel of truth. Your reign of bodacious terror is at an end.”

“Lies,” you say.

She tiger-stances right over the desk and tackles you and drubs the shit out of you and drubs the shit out of other things with you and then hangs you out the window upside-down by your tail until you crack and tell her where you hid the money and what your real name is and that you're the Batman. She says she fucking knew all that already and to quit fucking around, so you start crying and begging and snot runs off the end of your nose and up your forehead as you hang there, you don't want to die please let me go

and she does

but you have wings so you groove on down to the front door and come in just as the sweet Art Deco door of your executivesprite wetbar elevator is sliding open and Director Pyrope walks out.

“I brought your labcoat,” she says, and throws it to you. It's the one with the pin on the lapel that says DRE. “Let's do doctor things.”

You're all about doctor things. Doctor things are the best.

It's a fucking nightmare down in the operating rooms, there's like rivers of wet glands running down the hall, but this is your hospital so everybody's too busy being cool about it to care.

“Feeling a colonoscopy feeling today, Director,” you say, “what's showing in the operating theater?”

“Same thing as always,” she says, with heartfelt disgust. “Failure.”

“Allow me,” you say.

So there's somebody running an amputation in OR three, you just bust on in there with your sword held aloft and take over like you own the place, which you do in a very real and fiscally-responsible manner, and by the time you're done the guy is mostly made out of snakes.

You ask him how he feels.

He says he feels pretty good. Gonna go home, maybe mow the lawn.

You say that's cool.

The Director's feeling a little left out, though, sure she had to go get the snakes but fuck that, that's work for interns. A gurney goes by with somebody on it prepped for who even cares, the Director is on that shit. A palm up, and everything draws to a halt.

“Knives,” she says, and knives are brought to her. She jabs them into the gurney around the patient to foster the proper sort of mindset. Dignified. Reverent.

“Gas,” she says, and gas is brought to soothe the patient into a state of unquestioning compliance.

Then she reaches over, whips your sword out of your guts, and pauses a moment to study her patient. She circles him; carefully. She notes his properties and catalogues their significance. You bleed a little bit and stuff a corner of your labcoat in to stanch your wound. This is boss.

She raises her sword, which is totally your sword, which doesn't matter for shit right now, and she lets out a shriek that kills tumors in a three-mile radius.

She takes his head clean off.

“It's cool,” she says, wiping off the blade, and jamming it back into your torso. “He was a bad guy. It's good we caught it when we did.”

You say that's cool. She says yeah, sometimes there's just nothing you can do.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Aradia<3Rose - urban fantasy + decopunk/dieselpunk

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Sollux<>Terezi - buddy cop + cyberpunk

[cypher]

BEST. HOSPITAL.

Also you got cancer fires in there. SO MANY HEARTS RIGHT NOW.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Nepeta<3Terezi - Chinese mythology + forbidden romance

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Feferi<>Vriska - comedy of manners + found poetry

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[heybuddyboy]

i love this prompt, i love your icon, i love your username. i love your fuckin taste, kid!!

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE

[alphastarr]

Green-- he was being smothered in green. Green trees, green shrubs, green vines, green girl.

"Ampurra," she growled. "We'll get to water whenefur!! It's not impurrtant now."

He swung over the underlying branch before answering, "Wwater happens to be IMPORTANT to a seadwweller... unlike you landwwellers. Wwhen wwas the last time you bathed, again?"

Their argument was interrupted by a blinking light, hovering just over their heads.

“I think it's trying to tell us something,” she began playfully chasing the firefly.

“Hey! Wwait up!”

He'd hate to be stranded alone in a jungle, disregarding his company.

She flew to water.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN<3KARKAT

[zoamh]

Eridan<>Rose - body horror + slice of life

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[wallwalker]

Yes. This is EXACTLY the kind of poem that I hoped for. Thank you, so very much. XD

Re: FILL: TEAM KERNELSPRITE

[rieduentant]

oh my GOD this is excellent. you definitely know what's up with davesprite.

[ex_lionpyh573]

oh my god, this just kept getting better. A++++, would have nightmares about this hospital again!

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3KARKAT

[ferris_23]

Dirk<>Roxy: Revolution + Putting on the Ritz pretty please?