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: ALPHA!DAVE<3ALPHA!ROSE

[cloudymew]

rose<3sollux
scifi + horror

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

(Tags: Body Horror, Violence.)

Rose has spent a lot of time hunting down and destroying eldritch abominations, but she's never seen anything like this before.

It's not the massive tentacles that seem to fill the entire room, curling and twitching and clutching at the walls around them. It's not the crackle of unnatural energy that fills the air every few seconds. It's not even the horrible sound of its breathing, the way that it seems to rasp and pulse and moan in agony.

No. What really terrifies her, once she looks closely, is that there's a living creature at the center of it all, a young troll - barely older than she is, if she had to guess - curled up in a ball. You can see anguish on his face, and the shorter tentacles that extend from his body are clenched around him protectively. She can see where the alien interfacing has grown into his skin, a long, ropey cord of flesh.

The voice lets out a raspy laugh. "Thank goodness," it said, lisping slightly. "You finally found me."

"Yes," she says, staring up at his trembling form. "I finally did. So now what do we do?"

"Well, for starters, you could kill me." She can hear the self-loathing in his voice, and it's killing her. "That's what you do, right? You could kill me and end all of this."

Yes. She could end this. All she'd have to do is lift her dark-matter phaser and fire, strike the young troll in the center. He'd be dead, and the rest of this would just wither away. She lifts her weapon - and hesitates.

"What are you waiting for?" the troll says. "Kill me! Please!" The room around her starts to shake with his anger. "Just do it!"

She lifts her weapon and fires - and strikes the ropy cord dead-center. The alien intelligence, writhing in pain, retracts, and she can hear the troll scream as the connection breaks, his psionics going completely insane -

Rose holds her breath and darts in - it hurts like hell going into that field,and if it wasn't for her armor it would've thrown her across the room a dozen times over, but she grits her teeth and keeps running until she's reached the man. The alien tendrils realize what she's done and try to dig back in, but she hits them again, and they leave him alone - and dive for her.

For a moment they penetrate her defenses, and it's horrible - her entire nervous system is set on fire as unfamiliar impulses wash through her system. She can't take much more of this; she isn't psychic or an Augment, she can't handle this sort of thing. She's going to die, she realizes, and she can't even say she's surprised.

The troll curses in her arms - his voice much smaller and reedier now, and rusty with disuse - and then she feels the shock of disconnection, the sudden weightlessness that comes with being thrown across a room by a psychic blast. She braces for the impact - only to find that there isn't one, that they land as if cushioned and slowly settle on the floor as the alien writhes in pain.

"Fuck," the troll says, "why did you... why would you even..." Then he goes limp, unconscious, and Rose doesn't have time to do much more than hoist him on her shoulder and make a run for it.

It's not until later that he recovers, when they're on Rose's shuttle, and she's been trying to care for him for a while. His vitals are weird, though, almost as if he has redundant organs to go with his second set of horns - which makes no sense, even for a troll, but she has to call it like she reads it on the instruments. In particular his internal temperature is way hotter than what little information she has on trolls would indicate, even for his yellow blood, and she's starting to wonder if anything will keep it down, when his eyes roll open. "Hey," he says, as if he's not quite sure where he is... and frankly, he probably wouldn't believe it at first anyway.

"Hello," Rose answers. "How are you feeling?"

"Like death, slightly cooled off," he answers, still lisping. "Why did you do that? You should've killed me -"

Rose shook her head. "I've seen too many good people taken over by those abominations," she said, "and I thought I could still help you. That's enough reason, right?"

"Hmph," he answers eloquently, and struggles to sit up. His muscles are in an early stage of atrophy, and it doesn't go very well. Rose is going to have to get him some serious medical attention. "You're lucky I'm a master psychic. Thing almost got you."

"I realize this," she says. "And I appreciate your help."

He snorts. "Least I could do, right? You saved my life." He doesn't extend his hand, but Rose figures he can be forgive for that. "I'm Sollux, by the way. With an S at the beginning and an X at the end, since you probably can't tell, thanks to all of these fucking teeth."

"Sollux," she repeats, and he manages a slight nod, so she figures she got it right. "Call me Rose."

"Heh," he says. "Thanks again, Rose."

"Glad I could help," she says, with a small smile. She's killed a lot of abominations. It's not often she gets to save one of their victims.

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

Jade <3 Feferi

High School AU + Sleepover

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

"...and that's when he decided that we ought to just go out, and that would make everything better. Do you believe it?"

Jade laughs a little, because she figures she's supposed to. She's not used to these kinds of things, not really! "So did you?" she asked, because she's honestly not sure.

"Heck, no!" Feferi laughs. "The very thought! Besides, he's been the kind of friend you only stay friends with because you've known each other for way too long, you know? I figured it was time to cut my losses, since we were moving away anyway." She shakes her head, then looks over at Jade. "You're comfortable, right?"

Jade does her best to smile as openly and whole-heartedly as Feferi laughs every time she sees her. "Of course!" she answers, although in all honesty she isn't, not really. Mostly she just feels awkward, strange in this big expensive house - yeah, her house is pretty big and full of all kinds of expensive stuff, but it doesn't feel nearly as fancy or as stuffy as this one! Feferi's family has the kind of wealth that smothers, like a living, breathing thing; Jade's grandpa is rich enough but his money's just kind of there, a fact of life that you've gotten used to.

"Oh, good," Feferi answers, although Jade gets the feeling that she knows it's a lie. "I so rarely get to have people over anymore! I'm so glad my mother allowed you to stay!"

And honestly, Jade doesn't have to lie to that one, because she's glad too. Sure, it's kind of awkward, but she still likes it when she gets to spend time with Feferi! She was just amazingly impressed by her the first time she saw her in school, how bright and cheerful and sassy she was, how she refused to be intimidated by anyone. But it was later, when she had gotten to know her a little bit better, that Jade realized just how lonely she had to be, moving from somewhere so far away and not really being able to talk to anyone, because just about everyone assumed that Feferi was some stuck-up rich girl. And Jade knew what that was like. Boy, did she ever.

Maybe they thought it was silly, the two stuck-up rich girls in their little clique. Jade didn't care about Feferi's money, though! She was just glad to have someone in her life who understood.

"Hey," Feferi says, "I have an idea! If you don't wanna just sit around and swap stories, let's go to Mother's pool and swim for a while! You like to swim, right?"

"Um... yeah!" Jade says, although in all honestly she can't do much more but dog-paddle. "I don't have a swimsuit, though -"

"That's okay! You can borrow one of mine." Feferi grins as she looks down at herself. "I mean, sure, it'll be a little bit big on you, but no one else is going to be watching, right?"

"Well... okay!" Jade perked up a bit at that. She hadn't swam in such a long time!

They change quickly, Jade into an old one-piece that wasn't that much bigger than her suit at home - Feferi had laughed a bit when she'd given it to her, said that it was clearly something she hadn't been able to wear in a long time. She didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about it, though, and when she finally steps out of her bathroom in that cute fuscia bikini - well! Jade might've stared a little longer than she'd meant to, but she hoped that Feferi hadn't taken any offense!

"You look fine, sweetie," Feferi says, looking her over. "Only a little too big, and green's a wonderful color for you." She took Jade's hand, and giggled. "Last one in the pool's a flounder!"

Jade's giggling too as they run down the hall. Maybe this sleepover wouldn't be so awkward after all!

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

Dave <3 Terezi

Partying + Running away

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

The first time you met her she was dancing at the most amazing party ever, spinning and whirling and occasionally smacking people with her cane and not giving a damn about it, and you're pretty sure you fell in love a little bit then.

The second time you saw her she was at another party - yeah, okay, so you're a party animal, nobody'd better judge you - and you were sitting back with a drink and watching her chat on and on with the host, until someone finally realized that no one had invited her, which didn't turn out to be a big deal after all.

That makes this the third time you've seen her, and this time she's not really partying like she usually does - she's just sitting, taking a drink and grinning like it's the greatest thing she's ever tasted, and staring up at the stars. You figure it's as good a time as any to introduce yourself. But she seems to have other ideas.

"Hey," you finally say, a while later, while you're wiping off her cherry-red lipstick and wondering when sloppy makeouts became the new handshake. Then again, it's probably just her.

"Hey yourself!" She has a weird sort of accent that you've never heard before. "And who might you be?"

"Name's Strider. Dave Strider."

"Okay, Coolkid - you don't mind if I call you that, do you, Dave Strider? It's got a much better ring to it, I think!" She's a little crazy, you realize. Crazy enough to be on your guard, but not crazy enough to make you wanna leave. "I'm Terezi."

And that's how you met your partner in crime - figuratively, most of the time, but there have been the occasional exception. Nothing major - mostly shoplifting, the occasional petty larceny, things like that. Terezi's running away from something pretty bad, she says, although you never ask her what and she never really says. And she loves parties almost as much as you do.

"Why do you keep coming to these things?" you ask one day, after a particularly bizarre bash thrown by someone who apparently didn't really want Terezi to be there but who didn't seem to have the balls to throw her away. Damn, that had been a fantastic one. Parties like that almost made up for having to live with your big brother in a shithole state just so he can work at making some overbearing boss hate him a little more.

She shrugs and looks up at you with her big red shades - or doesn't look at you, whatever. You figured out a while back she was blind; no wonder she liked to touch everything, all the time, always. Or maybe she just used the blindness as an excuse to touch everything. You're honestly not sure. "It beats the alternative," she says, and that's when you realize that she's running away from something, too.

You'll run away together one day, you think, when the parties get too boring to keep your interest. You'll just grab her hand and steal the closest car and start driving, and you won't stop until you're as far away from this hot, boring place as you can be. Maybe you'll even let her drive, a little, because really, why the hell not?

For now, though, you like being the lives of the party. And you have to admit, the makeouts are a fantastic bonus.

PROMPT: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

[alymira]

Desert Adventure + Mythology -- Aradia<3Sollux

PROMPT: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

[alymira]

Species!Swap + Romance -- AR<3Roxy

FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

“So, you’re Autoresponder?” You stare at him, half shocked half excited. He’s everything you pictured. Sleekly cut blonde hair, shades so pointy they could scratch diamonds, ridiculously short with pixie-like ears that stick out at the side of his head. His eyes are red behind the glass and cold, emotionless with a hardness to them that might unsettle you if you didn’t know him so well.

“Affirmative.” he states, still doing his dorky robot impression that you’ve grown so used to. His nervousness is obvious as he shifts from foot to foot, he’s wearing a white button up shirt and jeans, a suit jacket hangs from his skinny frame and he wears a belt to hold his pants up, they’re clearly too big for him. He’s trying so hard it makes you want to giggle - so you do.

“You’re such a dork!” you snort, putting your arm around his shoulder and chuckling heartily.

“That statement is so incorrect I cannot even formulate a logical response.” he says, his monotone is shaking and his childish anger is slipping through. He’s always like this at first, trying to keep his dumb stoic facade up, but it always fades within minutes and it’s like talking to one of those kids that you used to talk to on xBox live crossed with a stereotypical sassy black woman. He’s pretty much the perfect conversational partner on that level.

“Haha, whatever, loser, you’re lookin’ sleek as fuuuck.” you smirk at him. “Do a twirl, I wanna get my eyes full o’ every angle of your li’l outfit.”

“No.” he says simply, pulling himself from under your arm and placing his hands in his pockets, red eyes fixed on the ground.

“Aw, come on, don’t be such a spoil sport. I’m meetin’ my best online buddy for the first time and you’re not even excited to meet me.” you shake your head in disgust.

“Oh come on, Rox, I am excited to meet you, you know that. I’ve just... Not really had much social contact with people in real life, you know? Like, yeah, talking online is easy as fucking a dead fish, but right now I just feel like I’m gonna say something dumb any moment.” he shrugs, running a hand through his silver blonde hair.

“Somethin’ dumb like ‘easy as fucking a dead fish’?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good example. The fuck does that even mean?” he snorts.

“No idea, ell em eff ay oh. Why would you fuck a dead fish, is there something you’re not telling me, Auto? You been cheatin’ on me with the fishies, is that it?” you feign shock, snickering as you do so.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Roxy, they’re just too delicious.” he sighs, covering his face in shame. “I couldn’t resist them, they lured me in, I couldn’t help myself.”

“I guess I will have to give you one more chance, but if you do this again... I guess you could say you’ll be...” you mime putting shades on. “Sleepin’ with the fishies.”

He bursts out laughing and you swoop down and kiss him on the cheek, he blushes and his eyes widen in shock.

“Uhm, yeah, let me show you around my place then, yeah?” he stumbles forward and you stare at his ass as he goes, there’s nothing there but it’s just common courtesy, really.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

[roxxxy]

slick <3< snowman

steampunk, body horror

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

dirk <> dave

technology + heist

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

roxy <> dirk

being each others beard (so that they can hit on chicks and guys without appearing suspicious) + comedy

FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

“Dirk, I don’t think this is working.” mumbled Roxy from her place on Dirk’s chin, long arms stretched around his neck and legs balanced on his shoulders as she buried her face into his cheek.

“No, we’re golden, don’t worry about it.” Dirk responded quietly, smiling at the tall and attractive man before him.

“I think he can see me clinging to your chin like this.” she whispered. “He’s looking at us weirdly.”

“Nah, he’s just engrossed in how amazingly attractive I am, just keep on telling me good pick up lines, you know I’m terrible at this stuff.”

“Right okay...” she sighed. “Are you a parking ticket? Because, boy, you got fine written all over you.”

Needless to say, Dirk got laid that night.

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

[andthus]

Dirk<3uu
romcom + magical girl

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

[andthus]

Eridan<3<Sollux Victorian +forbidden love

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

[andthus]

Ms.Paint<3<Lord English soap opera + romcom

FILL: TEAM [Rose<3Sollux]

[mockingtheodds]

“I know it was you, English!” Ms. Paint states bluntly, the cackle of the nearby fireplace elongating the silence between them. English chuckles sardonically, leaning on his cane as if he has all the time in the world.

“You can’t prove anything, girly.” She hates when he calls her that, and he knows it. And it’s the way he says it this time that makes her stomp her small feet in rage, pointing a thin, defiant finger in his direction.

“I don’t need to prove a thing! I know that it was you who murdered Hussie, and had that poor girl locked up, and-” She pauses, biting down on her lip and dramatically turning her head away from him. She takes a sharp breath, turning back to face him with a look of hateful passion smouldering beneath her small, black eyes.

“And you’ve been working with HER.” She drags out the final word, watching as English’s face changes from a mask of calm assuredness to one of shock and horror.

“You can’t possibly think-”

“Don’t try to fool me! I see the way you look at her! How you seem to tremble with hate at the very sight of her!” English ducks his head in shame, choosing his next words carefully.

“Alright, I admit it! At first, I may have had some black feelings towards her-”

“I KNEW IT!”

“-but now any hate I have towards her is completely platonic. I swear!” He adds, noting the look of pure disgust on Ms. Paint’s face. “It has always been you,” he snarls, jabbing his cane in her direction.

Ms. Paint makes a move to object, but something in the way he is looking at her makes her pause.

And she realizes that it’s him- that it has always been him, and it always will be him. Those colourful, near-luminescent billiard eyes of his reflecting her own certainty and purpose back at her. She returns his snarl, striding towards him and knocking his cane out of his hand as she approaches.

Before he has time to react, she tangles a small hand on either side of his overcoat, pulling him down into a fervent kiss. When they part, English chuckles, but it’s a laugh laced with a darkness that runs through the both of them. She takes his hand roughly, and he reluctantly allows himself to be led out of the room.

He knows she will make it up to him, one way or another.

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

Roxy <3 Jane

Private Detectives + Humour

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

Helmsman♢Sufferer
Bizarro and Diary/logbook
the catch/bonus: the Sufferer is still consumed with rage

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

the Condence<3the Grand Highblood

Commedia dell'arte and drabble

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

Karkat<3<Sollux Cutscene and Film Noir

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA

[sassy_gay_autoresponder]

Dave <3 Dave

Domestic Life + Comedy

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

Vriska<3Terezi
Slapstick and Fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

Psiioniic<>Signless
Peanuts and Horror

PROMPT: TEAM Karkat♢Sollux

[grausam]

the Condence <3< Jane
Cooking Show Down and Horror

You just know that the Condence would use some nasty ingredients,
but it still would taste great!

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

roxy<3AR

romance + comedy

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

dirk <> roxy

revolution + prose

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[threeley]

One word, viva. It’s like a little revolution if you say it right. Listen how it charges the air. It’s more electric than electricity. It’s light. It’s free. It twists around your veins; the heat ebbs and flows and wraps like a stronghold. Hold on - the ride’s just starting, you tell him when he tells you that he honestly doesn't know if he can hold on much longer, that he's tired of everything and doesn't want to be angry anymore and-

You tell him to just jump to the roof and shout sometime.

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

dave <> dirk

showdown + fluff

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

roxy <> dave

family + instruction manual

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

roxy <> dirk

h/c + letters

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

roxy <> dirk

substance abuse + comedy

FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[eremiticantiquarian]

Roxy took another hit off the bong, breathing in as deep as she possibly can and holding it. Her eyes meet with Dirk's as she passes the glass device to him. Dirk takes it in his free hand.

His other hand holds a stop watch.

Dirk glances back and forth between Roxy's eyes and the steady counting of the numbers. He smirks as her eyes start to bulge a little, cheeks puffing up. She struggles to keep the smoke in her lungs.

Peering over his shades at her, he twists his face. Mouth open wide with tongue lolling out, eyes crossed, nostrils flared.

Roxy chokes, coughing on laughter, and as a result lets out the breath she was holding.

When she recovers, Dirk is laughing at her. His eyes crinkle at the sides and he's holding his stomach.

Roxy hits him with a pillow over his head. Which only really serves to make him laugh harder. She giggles along, too, unable to contain it with the high.

When Dirk finally recovers, he sits up and looks at her just a little too seriously. Roxy starts giggling again.

He smooths her bangs to the side and hands her the stopwatch.

Roxy smiles as he brings the lighter to the bowl and inhales through the mouthpiece.

A beep begins the timing.

Roxy resists throwing him a silly face right away in turn. She's gotta wait for just the right moment. That exact point that will have him splitting at his sides while gasping for a fresh breath. That'll teach him to mess with Roxy Lalonde. And meanwhile? He'll just keep eyeing her warily, waiting for a strike which doesn't come when he expects it to.

She smirks at him as his cheeks start to puff.