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 ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

High-Seas Adventure + Natural Disaster Thriller, Redglare c3< (Mindfang/Dualscar)

(That's the chat symbol and proper format for auspisticism, right?)

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[tawny]

Karkat♥Karkat, dystopia & romantic comedy

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[mr2bonclay]

someone please do this

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[tawny]

Bro♥Grandpa, musical & neorealism

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[tawny]

Davesprite♥John, medieval & road "movie"

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

Snowman<3<Spades Slick, urban fantasy + film noir

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

Sollux<>Aradia, Sci-fi + Spagetti Western

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[tawny]

Kanaya♦Karkat, superheroes & slice of life

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

[thatreevesgirl]

She sits on the rooftop ledge, a thin needle in hand. There are several seams beginning to tear loose in the costume she is repairing. There are also a couple of small holes sprinkled along the right sleeve where Karkat got hit by bits of shrapnel yesterday.

Kanaya doesn't understand why he can't be more careful with her creations. Their hero costumes simultaneously create their hero identities, and protect who their true identities are. This is so important for Karkat. Especially Karkat.

Kanaya doesn't know what society would do if they discovered he was a mutant. It is all fine and dandy when he runs around saving the world, but the second he takes off the mask and reveals himself to be a red-blood, this whole game ends. Her partner would be vilified, despite how many lives he has saved. Worse, the other trolls would rip him to shreds. Karkat would be killed, just for his blood, the very thing that gives him his mutant powers.

Kanaya lets out a frustrated sigh at the thought. Karkat could be so flippant whenever she tried to press the issue. He might have been loud and brash, but he was her moirail. Both of them had survived so much together. Was it wrong that she wanted to protect him? But what can you do with an undead jadeblood and a mutant redblood? Such an unlikely pair couldn't possibly make much of a difference here on Alternia, could it?

"Kanaya! Are you fucking done fixing that yet? I am done being sequestered inside, sitting on my ass. We got places to be and trolls to save, for God's sake."

Kanaya looks up to find Karkat standing in the doorway that opens to the stairwell below. He is shielding himself from the bright sunlight Kanaya adores so much. She walks over to him in and enters the stairwell so he can close the door behind them.

Kanaya sees he is clearly perturbed and paps him once lightly on the cheek before handing him the costume. He can be out in the sunlight if he wears it. It is made out of a material that shields Karkat from the sun. She made sure of that. Being able to endure sunlight is one thing that makes their herowork possible. Trolls are less likely to attempt to trap them and uncover their identities during the day.

Karkat carefully and reverently runs his fingers over her repair work. He will never admit it, but he is thankful, and perhaps even a little awed by Kanaya's abilities. Slicing trolls in two certainly isn't her only talent. When she isn't taking on the worst of the worst of Alternian society, Kakaya was quite the seamstress. Sometimes Kanaya wonders what her life would be like if she could live quietly, normally, or anything other than this crazy hero existence Karkat convinced her to live.

Kanaya even catches the small quirk at the corner of his mouth. He never smiles, but sometimes she sees his mouth twitch like that and she knows he is pleased.

"Thanks," he says and gives her arm a reassuring squeeze. Then Karkat catches himself and glares at her and begins to stomp down the stairs.

Well, isn't someone awfully affectionate today?

Kanaya wonders if she should try to see if he wants to talk, to urge him to actually discuss his feelings in her fabric pile. Something is clearly on his mind, but she has to approach Karkat carefully. It is too easy to spook him, and she is trying to be a better moirail than what he had in the past. The poor guy has been burned before.

"Why don't we go and prepare ourselves some lunch before we leave?" Kanaya suggests as she trails behind Karkat.

Kanaya doesn't see any use in rushing out to save the world on an empty stomach. As Karkat continues down the stairs she tries not to eye his neck too obviously. Maybe he'd let her steal a drink. His blood not only tasted divine, but also boosted her abilities. The only problem was it kind of freaked Karkat out. It might also destroy any chance of having a feelings jam later, because he kind of got weird with her after she drank from him.

"Fucking stop it," he grumbles, not even turning around to face her in the narrow stairwell.

"Stop What, Karkat?" Kanaya asks, but she has a nagging suspicion that her neck lusting has been discovered.

"Stop eying my neck like it's the last drop of water on Alternia. I'm not your personal drinking fountain."

No, no he wasn't. Karkat was her partner and her moirail, and he was also the only troll she ever controlled her rainbow drinker urges with. Any other troll would have fallen victim of her vile needs, but Karkat was different.

Karkat was a mutant, and yes he eventually manifested certain physical abilities, but he was special in other ways too. Karkat had this way of bringing her and other trolls together, and despite his less than sunny disposition, he was inspiring and kind. And most importantly, Kanaya had more pale feelings for him than she had ever had with any other troll she had ever known. Her sham of a pale relationship with Vriska was nothing in comparison with what she had with Karkat. This is how a moirallegiance should be.

When they enter the kitchen Karkat grabs a few food items and plops them down on counter. He was a much better cook than she. He cooked, she sewed, and their shared cleaning duties. It was all very domestic.

There was also a great amount of stability in their relationship. Whenever the scale tipped one way with one of them, the other was always able to balance it out. When Kanaya raged, unable to control herself, Karkat would pap and shoosh her until she came back to herself. When Karkat exploded and dove into one of his verbal onslaughts or diatribes of disgust, she was always able to calm by listening and giving a few well-placed shooshes. It was then they'd end up in the fabric pile, and she realized she was closer to him than she ever imagined being to another troll.

Karkat breaks Kanaya's thoughts as he repeatedly pushes a plate of food at her.

"Just eat it already," he encourages.

When they are done with the meal Kanaya rinses the dishes. She is surprised to find Karkat sitting on a stool, his sweatshirt off. It confuses her for a second until she realizes what he is implying.

"What in the fuck are you staring at? Like I want your toothy exploits all over my shirt? Then I'd just have to hear you whine more about how I always ruin the things you make me. Just get to biting or sucking or whatever already."

The gesture catches her off guard. It is very sweet of him. She knows how much her drinking his blood bothers him. Kanaya shares a toothy smile and gives him a long, sidelong glance. Instead of biting, Kanaya takes him by the hand and leads them to her room and to their fabric pile.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Last Man on Earth + Existentialist Fiction, Karkat<3Karkat

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

Jane<>Dirk, Steampunk + Zombie Apocalypse

FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[rydia]

I don't know that I'll get a chance to color this, so here is the lineart:



Jane's foot is on a pile of dead zombies, btw. u_u;;; I just...couldn't get them to look right. If I get this done on time, I will post it here too. TuT;; I hope this is...what you wanted... ;-;

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[524]

Aradia<3Rose, absurdist + film noir

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[true_red]

Wuxia & Superheroes - Aradia <3 Dave

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[lattelatte]

Jade<3Rose: road trip/paranormal romance

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[portaling]

It's about a week into their "trip around the world and back come on rose itll be really fun!!!" and Rose is already feeling the headache building behind her eyes every time Jade has to stop for something.

"I'm really sorry, it's urgent!" Jade yells back at the car, or the SUV, whatever's available for rent at the moment. Not that it matters, because they aren't getting anywhere very fast -- they have to stop every day, driving only at night. Rose has never seen such peculiar behavior. When she finally talks Jade into driving during the day, the other girl bundles up in scarves and hats, as if it were the dead of winter instead of the middle of summer. After pummeling her with questions and getting nothing in return, Rose just puts it off as sheer Jade Harley nonsense, putting up with her eccentricities as something she probably learned from her domestic pet on a foreign island.

It isn't until two weeks in, somewhere in Russia, that Rose finally decides to figure out what's going on. Usually they take separate rooms in hotels -- but tonight there's only one, something that Rose tells Jade firmly: "We'll just have to settle, don't be unreasonable. We're presumably best friends, and yet you won't spend the night in the same room with me. That would be considered avoidance tactics." Jade looks like she's going to be ill, but doesn't try and argue this time; they check into the room and she immediately locks herself in the bathroom.

It's been an hour and Rose needs to use the restroom -- quite urgently, mind you -- so with some creative hairpin use she picks the lock....
walking in on Jade brushing a pair of long, pointed fangs.

"Well, that's new."
"I'm so sorry Rose, they're-- they're fake!" Jade throws the toothbrush down and a blush starts to creep across her features, letting Rose know that she's definitely not telling the truth. "I swear, I was going to tell you, but back when we were in Romania, I um...well, that night that I didn't come back, I accidentally might have gotten bit by a vampire...."

Rose shrugs. Greater things have happened in their young lives, and far be it from her to judge her best friend for something she couldn't control. "You actually look quite...charming with the teeth. Tell me, are you thirsty? You'll have to forgive my lack of knowledge on the vampiric species, but my woe-begotten interests lie in the more tentacle clad creatures." That manages to get a smile out of Jade, at least.

"Kind of. I wasn't really sure what to do...I think I know, but..."
"Then it's settled, I'll help you. Come back in here." Rose turns around without a second thought, heart pounding. What had she just done? Jade was barely fit to suck blood from the neck of her best friend. ...well, at least if Rose Lalonde died, it would be quite a way to go. Jade follows without another thought, joining Rose on the single bed. Rose leans in close to Jade, murmuring under her breath.

"I didn't think I'd be seduced by a vampire on this trip."
"I can stop, if you--"
"No, no. You do what you must. It's for the greater cause, after all." And then Jade's lips are on hers, and she wasn't really expecting that -- but it makes sense, she thinks, they're very close, they've kissed before. And finding boys wasn't exactly the point of the road trip, ever. Rose doesn't have a chance to think before she's being pushed back against the sheets of the bed, Jade's kisses trailing from her lips to the sensitive skin of the her neck. There's a pain -- she gasps, fingers gripping Jade's shoulders in surprise -- before, as if magic, it was over. Rose stared at the other girl, who was quickly trying to lick the blood off of her lips.

"How long was I out?"
"I don't know, maybe an hour? I'm sorry it took so long, I had no idea if you were dying, so I tried to go really slow!"
"You know, that was actually enjoyable, in a macabre sense. Do you think you could come back here and demonstrate again?"
"Are you sure you aren't tired? Giving blood can be really draining, I almost fainted on--"

The words are cut off by another kiss, and they spend the rest of the day 'demonstrating.' But somehow, they're back in the car, driving to who knows where Russia, where neither of them can read the road signs.

"Can we do that every day?" Jade's voice is eager, expectant. Rose gives a glance at the other girl and smiles.
"Of course. As long as you promise that you'll stake me if I turn too. The last thing we need is a coven."

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Tragic Romance + War Story, Jane<3Roxy

FILL: TEAM ROSE<3KANAYA<3DAVE

[azdee]

I'm definitely drawing something for this now!

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JOHN

[tasbine]

Dave <3< Karkat

Regency Romance & Comic Fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JOHN

[tasbine]

Terezi <3 Aradia

Post-Apocalyptic & Magical Girl

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

She's tired of the taste of black liquorice and burnt toast, prominent everywhere amoung the lingering sting of barium in the air, but she keeps her dry mouth open and picks her way through the rubble of a fallen city, flattened in a day, hours, even.

They had come from nowhere, in a burst of powerful sour green apple, and then following up with a tropical mix of explosions that burned thousands of civilians to death within the first minute. Fighting had proved futile, because they kept coming in wave upon wave of swift, merciless destruction. And as quickly as they had arrived to reign fire and death down from the charcoal blackened skies, they had vanished, leaving nothing but a smouldering planet behind.

Terezi isn't sure who's still alive, out of their group that had been Earth's feeble last stand against the unknown bringers of their demise. What she remembers last, after tirelessly blasting enemy after enemy out of the sky, is her sister going off on her own in a last gamble to drive them off, a single lucky roll of her dice that rendered her powerful and deadly, and then ducking into a subway as a building came down on her.

When she emerged, her world of colorful tastes and scents had all become dulled, dusty, and reeking of death and burning coals.

The tatters of her teal skirt cling to her legs, torn gloves proving useful when digging through rubble and dusted boots loud against broken concrete, following her nose and seeking nourishment after three long days in soupy black with only her cane, her trusty, light-bringing cane, to guide her down train tracks and to the thin daylight once again.

She hears the crumble of rock and feels the embrace of gentle arms around her waist that tell her that Aradia's caught up, and Terezi cracks a grin when the sound of splashing water coming from something in her hand reaches her ear.

"Is that blueberry tasting bottle you're carrying have what I think it does?" She giggles.


"Yup!"

She's never been fond of mineral water, but she doesn't care because it rinses her mouth free from dust and ashes and tastes like clear, cool heaven. Terezi downs half of it and hands it back to the source of that wonderful pomegranite scent source.

"Where'd you find this?"

"There's a supermarket down this street." A warm hand takes hers and pulls her in the direction her partner had come from, the only moving things that make noise in the midst of an empty, smoking city.

Later, stocked up on food and water, they'll move on, seeking anyone who's survived, but for now, in the aftermath of a battle that she was sure not all of them could have survived, Terezi's glad that, of all people to be stuck in a situation like this, it was her.

PROMPT: TEAM DAD♥ROXY

[rigby]

John<3Rose<3Dave<3Jade

romantic comedy + ghost story

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

[fayharley]

"I think this place is haunted," Jade said. "A bunch of weird things have been happening. My stuff keeps getting moved around."

"You've been spending too much time with John," Rose said. "It's just the movers unpacking stuff. Nothing supernatural."

"If you say so," Jade said. She wasn't convinced.

That night Jade woke up to find a pale figure sitting on the end of their bed.

"What kind of lame ass ghost wears sunglasses?" she asked it.

"Whoa, way harsh," the ghost said. "These things are the height of fashion. All the other spooks can't handle me."

"What, did you die in the 80s or something? Is that your deal? Rose wake up, come see our loser ghost."

Rose rubbed the sleep from her eyes as the ghost flipped Jade off and floated through a wall.

"Okay, we can call John in the morning," Rose said.

John showed up with a bag full of electronic doohickeys (Jade assured Rose that was the scientific term for them) in order to capture the evidence of this haunting of theirs.

"There's two kinds of hauntings, residual and intelligent," John explained.

"This one was wearing a Members Only jacket," Rose said. "It can't be intelligent."

"Says the little gothic princess," the ghost remarked, floating out from the kitchen. "Black lipstick is not your color."

John snapped several excited pictures before he realized the ghost wasn't running. He lowered the camera, clearly unsure what to do.

"This is my house too," the ghost explained. "Actually, I was here first so it's more my house than yours."

"That's not how it works," Rose said. "We are the new owners of it, you are simply a spirited squatter."

"Whatever," the ghost said. It stared at the coffee table.

"Was something suppose to happen there?" Jade asked.

"Shut up, I'm not a poltergeist."

"Well obviously," John said. "Poltergeists aren't even real ghosts, they're the manifestations of the spiritual and emotional energy of living people, usually teenage girls-"

"That's not how it works in Harry Potter," Jade said.

"I've told you a million times, Harry Potter is wrong about ghosts," John said. "So wrong."

"Who is calling who a loser here?" the ghost asked.

"Well if you're going to be staying you should at least give us your name!" Jade said.

"Why, going to use it to trap me in some sort of spooky ghost trap thing?"

"Does that actually work?" Jade asked.

"No." The ghost hovered for a moment, thinking. "It's Dave."

"Nice to meet you, Dave," Jade said, holding out her hand. Dave's own passed right through her wrist. John snapped another picture.

"This is awesome," John said.

"Your enthusiasm is cute," Rose said. "But you're not the one that has to live with him."

"Aren't you a bundle of sunshine," Dave said.

"We're going to have to set some ground rules if you're going to be our roommate," Rose said.

"Unfair, I want a ghost roommate," John grumbled.

"You couldn't afford the rent," Rose said.

"Fine, we will make up rules and a chore calendar and then we'll all eat tv dinners and laugh about it," Dave said. "Sound super fucking fun."

"How did you die?" Jade asked.

"Whoa there, you don't ask that sort of thing to a lady on the first date," Dave said. "Uncool."

"Were you murdered?" John asked. "You're sort of annoying, I could see someone murdering you."

"I swear, I will develop telekinetic powers and flip this table right at you," Dave said.

"Cool," John said. He snapped another picture.

It took a few weeks for them to ease into a routine. John was over constantly interrogating Dave about all the different aspects of being a ghost. Dave turned out to be much less knowledgeable about the subject than one might expect.

"Ectoplasm? How the fuck should I know, I just woke up like this one day," Dave said.

"So there's not like, a briefing after you die? No mentoring program?" John asked.

"John, we're trying to sleep, it's two in the morning," Rose said. "Take your ghost for a walk if you must keep chattering."

"You know he can't leave the house," John said.

"I've actually never tried it," Dave said. When they looked at him he shrugged. "Never saw a reason to."

"Okay, you're coming with me for a ghost walk immediately," John said.

"Let me remind you that it is still 2am," Rose said. "You can walk your pet ghost in the morning."

"Dude, not a dog here," Dave said.

John was ushered out the door by Rose and Dave spent the rest of the night sulking in the bathroom, moaning pathetically about how no one appreciated all he did for them whenever Jade got up to get a glass of water. John returned as soon as the sun rose, banging on the doorbell.

"Did you even sleep?" Rose asked him blearily.

"Nope!" he said. "Come on Dave, let's go."

"Hey I want to come too!" Jade said, bouncing brightly into the room. Rose glared at them all.

"I'm going back to bed," she said.

"She hates mornings," Jade stage whispered to the boys.

It turned out Dave was very capable of leaving the house. In the sunlight he turned even more transparent, becoming just a shimmering outline that made everyone they passed do a double take.

"We're freaking out the squares," Dave said.

"This is so cool!" John said. "Man we can have so much fun. You probably haven't seen a movie in ages."

"Mr. Egbert," Dave gasped. "I'll have you know that a lady of my standards does not go with a man to the movies unless she is bought dinner first."

"Can you even eat?" Jade asked.

"Well, no," Dave said. "It's the principle of the thing."

John managed to coerce Dave into coming to see the latest Nic Cage action flick with him that evening. He walked Dave back up to the house from his car and they stood beneath the porch light together.

"Ladies don't kiss on the first date," Dave said.

"Dude, stop being lame," John said, leaning up and smacking his lips against Dave's outline. He mostly caught air but he almost thought he felt a little tingle of ectoplasmic electricity.

"Whooo!" Jade called from the window. "Go John!"

John returned her thumbs up as Dave drifted through the door.

"When are you moving in anyway?" Jade asked.

"As soon as you talk Rose into it," John said.

"I'll work on it," Jade said.

Rose was mad to lose her home office but she came to enjoy having John there and even deigned to kiss him under the mistletoe come holidays. Jade snapped a picture with Dave putting rabbit ears on them in the background.

"Best house ever," she said.

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

Postcyberpunk + Imaginary Voyage, Karkat<3Sollux

PROMPT: TEAM NEPETA<3TAVROS

[aspiringmathematician]

Jade<3Karkat

Pirates+Film noir!

FILL: TEAM TEREZI >3> VRISKA

[cest_what]

I knew from the moment I fished him out of that net that he was trouble. Wet dark hair gone to tangles, lashes like soot framing too-wide eyes, legs that didn't quit sprawled inelegantly on the deck, and a tension in every line of his body that spelt secrets. Dangerous ones.

Oh, and he was a troll. Miles out to sea off the coast of territory that was decidedly troll unfriendly. This was a mystery I could have done without.

"Captain?" my first mate asked. "Uh, Jade? What do we ... do with him? We can't –"

I slapped a hand over John's mouth before he could let any more idiot out. I loved my brother, but the Dogsprite had secrets of her own, and accidentally spilling them in front of pretty half-drowned trolls whose threat level had yet to be determined was – well, not something I would put past him!

"Oh, great," the troll said, his voice husky and wrecked. He coughed, hocking up some more seawater and bile onto the Dogsprite's deck. "I've been picked up by bilgerat-eating morons who can't ..." he coughed, "work out that the appropriate fucking ... fucking course of action in this situation is to give the drowned kid a fucking blanket."

My mouth quirked into a grin at his bravado. He was shaking, and not just from the cold, but he was doing his best to distract attention away from that by insulting us. Interesting strategy! Kind of dumb, but interesting, and I was weak for things that interested me.

I stepped forward and dropped down in front of him, reaching forward to take his chin. He jerked, his wide eyes widening further as his gaze met mine. His eye colour was just starting to come in, a striking greyish-scarlet. I didn't meet many trolls, and I couldn't remember what that meant in terms of their heirarchy. Not that any of that mattered on a pirate ship.

"What's your name, sailor?"

He set his jaw for a moment, finally gritting out, "Karkat."

I bit my lip. "You got a home to go to?" I asked, stalling.

Karkat swallowed. "Not ... one that would take me in, no." Then his eyes narrowed. "Why, were you fuckasses hoping to ransom me? Sorry to disappoint." He coughed again, shivering.

My fingers tightened and I shook his chin a little. "The enemies looking for you ..." The little jerk he gave was all I needed to verify that guess. "How dangerous are they?"

He hesitated an achingly long moment. He wanted to survive, wanted to tell me that taking him in wouldn't lead to a fuckload of trouble for the rest of us, but ... "Dangerous enough," he said eventually.

But he wasn't going to lie.

I grinned, pulling him forward to kiss him on the mouth in congratulation. I felt him lose his breath against my mouth, and he was still staring and dazed as I jumped to my feet. "You heard the troll," I said, louder over my shoulder. "Give the drowned kid a fucking blanket! Then find him a cot somewhere, and food if he can keep it down."

"You ... what?" Karkat said. "Wait!"

I turned back, and he scrambled awkwardly to his feet, supporting himself on the railing as he coughed again. "The fuck is wrong with you?" he managed. He was touching his mouth; it looked like an unconscious gesture. I tried not to think about how soft his mouth had been, and what on the ocean had prompted me to kiss him. Enthusiasm, I decided. It got away from me sometimes!

I doffed my hat to him. "Welcome to the Dogsprite," I said. "I'm Captain Harley. You can tell me all about the fuckasses on your tail later on, and how fast we're going to need to sail to outrun them." I grinned, wide as a dog. "But I'll bet you we've run from worse!"

He swallowed, letting John put a blanket around his shoulders. "You're fucking crazy," he muttered, and John laughed. Karkat shot him a look, and then looked at me again, colour stealing into his cold cheeks. "But, um. Okay."

PROMPT: TEAM NEPETA<3TAVROS

[aspiringmathematician]

Rose<3Vriska
Superheroes+Medical drama!

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

[veira]

Terezi<3Karkat

legal thriller + punk

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[outcastermine]

What happens when the defendant of one of the most high-profile murder cases in history is innocent?
What happens when no one will believe it?
What happens when he falls in love with his lawyer?


tried to go more 70's punk with this.
wonderful prompt!

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[kidscrappy]

Dystopian + Military, Karkat <> Sollux

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[watchfob]

They didn't ask for this.

Didn't ask for the weight of the guns in their hands, the itch of the rough uniforms on their backs, the bright patches of the Empire's insignia emblazoned across their arms. They are supposed to love bloodshed, or if not, at least accept it and kill with impersonal dignity. A quiet relishing of the taking of life in the glorious name of the Empress. All hail the Alternian Army. We are the strong, we are the powerful. We live to serve.

They didn't ask for any of this. They are still just children.

They were children. Now, they are soldiers.

This thought repeats itself in Sollux's brain. I am a soldier, I am a soldier, I am a soldier. He tries not to see Aradia in the mud before him, in his line of fire, quivering in front of the barrel of his gun. Wait, no. She is not quivering. It's his hand that's unsteady. She is kneeling still, her face calm, with no emotion leaking through. She is strong.

She is not Aradia. She is a rogue soldier. She is a red-blood, a shape, a grey splotch that must be wiped away. A stain that must be blotted out.

I am a soldier, I am a soldier, I am a soldier.

He doesn't remember hearing the command to fire, and he doesn't remember the feel of the trigger beneath his finger as he pulls.

He remembers the way she slumps to the ground and the heaviness of the approving commander's hand on his shoulder.

-

His new badge glints on the table next to his cot. The door to his room opens, and he allows himself to glance up. Karkat does not wait for Sollux to invite him in; he slams the door shut and places a bottle and two cups on the table.

"We're not allowed to have that," Sollux intones. His voice is hollow. Karkat snorts.

"You've been promoted," he says. "We ought to celebrate."

Sollux's face twists and darkens. Karkat pours two cups and hands him one. He leaves the other on the table.

Sollux stares at the cup in his hands. He doesn't know how Karkat managed to get his hands on this. Soldiers are not allowed to have alcohol, especially the young ones. And, judging by the greenish tint, it's been enhanced with a bit of sopor. Cheap stuff, but potent.

The new lieutenant sets his mouth into a thin line and slowly pours the drink onto the floor.

Karkat explodes.

"What are you doing? Do you have any idea what I had to do to get that!?" He tries to grab the cup from Sollux's hand, but the yellow-blood holds it out of reach.

"It's already all gone you idiot, what are you grabbing for?" Sollux snarls. "Get off of me. This stuff is garbage anyway."

"Well, yeah, that's why I got it!"

"What are you trying to say?"

"Like you don't know."

"Seriously, KK, get off me, god, what-- "

"Aha!"

Karkat yanks the cup from his hand with enough force to throw him backwards. He scrambles up, grabs the bottle and sloshes more into the cup. Half of it spills onto the table. The ribbon on his badge darkens with liquor.

He sticks his hand out roughly, spilling even more, and scowls.

Sollux stares at it.

"What?"

"Drink it."

"No."

"I said drink it."

"Aren't I the one who's been promoted?" Sollux sneers. "Are you trying to give orders to a higher ranking officer?"

"Shut up."

Karkat shoves the cup into the lieutenant's hands and waits. Sollux sighs and downs the drink. He grimaces. It is fairly disgusting. Karkat takes the cup back and refills it.

"We could get culled for this, you know," Sollux tells him. It is dispassionate. The fact neither scares him nor cheers him.

"Yeah. So that means we have to get rid of all the evidence."

Sollux finishes the next cup. It's still horrible. He's a bit angry, now. He holds out the cup for Karkat to take. It is promptly refilled.

"I don't want any more."

"Yes you do."

Sollux growls and takes the drink. The cycle repeats. Some time later, Sollux is slumped on the cot, holding his head in his hands. He feels like trash. Karkat's hand is on his shoulder, keeping him from falling forward onto the floor.

"Tonight is going to be terrible."

"Yeah." A statement of fact. Karkat pats him on the shoulder.

"I really wish I had a recuperacoon right now."

Karkat shakes his head.

"Gotta keep Alternia's finest sharp. Nothing like a long night of horrific nightmares to make you want to kill everything in sight."

Nothing is said for a while.

"I shot her, KK."

Karkat turns. Sollux looks very tired.

"I know," he answers.

"I din't want to shoot her."

"I know."

"She's dead, KK."

"Yes."

"I killed her."

"You were just following orders."

The excuse doesn't make him feel better. But his head is pounding and his vision is swimming and he thinks he's going to be sick. He puts all his effort into not throwing up.

"You got me drunk, you bulgewipe."

"Yeah," Karkat says, his lips quirking a bit, "Sorry. Are we still friends?"

"I should say no."

-

i haven't written in forever oh gosh i hope this isn't terrible =m=

PROMPT: TEAM FEFERI<3EQUIUS

[oreoassassin]

ooh let's see if you guys can do Musical plus Murder Mystery for Vriska<3Kanaya

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aaahhh cutest icon <333

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[kidscrappy]

Body Horror + Urban Fantasy, Vriska <3< Terezi

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<VRISKA

[myrrh_darkwing]

No one believes there are really ten-foot-long alligators in the sewers just waiting to eat up misbehaving small children. And that's good, Vriska supposes, because there aren't. She almost wishes there were, nowadays-- the quick flash of pain from a gator crunching her in two would be nothing compared to this slow, brutal agony. Because while there aren't alligators in the sewers, there's definitely something down there.

A flesh-eating virus, Kanaya called it, and hey, she's the smart one in their little group of street urchins, petty thieves and swindlers. She's the one who's had book learning from real books, pages and spines and everything. Vriska thinks she held a book once. She doesn't know how to read, though, but Kanaya promises she'll teach her. Later. After she gets better.

"She's lying," Terezi tells her, raising up her head just enough for Vriska to see that the strange black rot covering the left side of her face has finally moved up to engulf one of her sightless eyes. "We ain't gonna get better, Serket. You and me, we're gonna die."

"It's your own fucking fault," Vriska spits back. Her neck itches. She desperately wants to be able to reach up and scratch it, but the last time she made any sudden motions a bit of her hand slid free. "You just had to push me into the sewers, you goddamn bitch, you heard the same rumours I did about something being down there!"

Terezi shrugs unconcernedly, like it doesn't matter that her right shoulder just gave a sickening crack as the bone collapsed in on itself, adding to the gruesome mess that the girl she might have once thought of as sister has made of them both. If she looks closely, Vriska thinks she can see something moving inside the decaying flesh, even with the goo seeping constantly out of her remaining eye. "Didn't think you would be scaaaaaaaared." The drawn-out vowel is said with as much of a mocking tone as is possible when the flesh of one cheek is gone, revealing soft, blackening bones. From Terezi, it's an extremely mocking tone, added to the ever-growing list of reasons why Vriska absolutely loathes her. First and foremost, of course, is the fact that the goddamn traitorous fucking bitch is directly responsible for the way Vriska can swear she feels something wiggling inside the acid-leaking hole that at one point had been her stomach. She doesn't dare look down to see.

"I ain't scared, Pyrope! There isn't a damn thing you could do that would scare meeeeeeee!" Except maybe make her body, already malnourished or whatever fancy rich people lingo Kanaya wants to bandy around this week, fall apart and maybe make way for something slimy and grotesque and wiggly and new. Stuff like this happens to street urchins all the time, with the weird new monsters preying on the weak and no rich people doctor gonna waste his time on little shits like them, but up until now Vriska's always been lucky. She's gonna die. There's nothing left for her to do, but die, and it's already getting a bit harder to think so maybe that sticky grey goop that had been leaking out her nose and ears was what parts of her brain looked like after all.

Maybe the part that lets her feel emotion, because when she says, "I hate you, Pyrope," her voice is empty and hollow and slightly more dead than her body itself.

Her might have been sister's chest caves in as her body is wracked by flesh-tearing coughs. An oily black liquid oozes from the remnants of her mouth as she replies, "I hate you too, Serket. Always wi--" Her words trail off. Vriska waits for a moment, but she doesn't finish her sentence.

It's only then does she realise the other girl is dead.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[watchfob]

Rose<>Vriska
Found poetry (which I just discovered today and it's awesome???), alternate history

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE♥KARKAT

[sempiternalserpent]

Used texts:
The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle
Missing Angel Juan by Francesca Lia Block
World War One: A Short History by Norman Stone
Rose varieties
Myths of the Native Americas
Bright Young People by D.J. Tyler
A comment by AdvancedDriver on this article
Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow


The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone
for
the Rose grows best in full sun to partial shade.
I reach for my camera and focus on the light.
There lay a young girl, spilled into a heap between light and shadow. She was naked, and her skin was the color of snow by moonlight. Her hair, as white as a waterfall. The white girl watched out of the unicorn's clear, amaranthine eyes-gentle and frightening in the unused face- but she said nothing.
I take the picture.

There is much to be said for a German Europe. She had emerged the as the strongest Power in 1871, when, under Chancellor Bismarck, she had defeated France, and she had gone far ahead. By 1914, Berlin was the Athens of the world, a place where you went to learn anything important- physics, philosophy, music, engineering...
The wicked Spider, the mean trickster, prankster, and witch doctor, wanted
to indulge in unnatural vices and drove her car about at high speed.
The spider was a woman, and
The woman held the pale girl's head in her lap.

What is better than the friendship between two girls?
Mustachioed womanizer
Falkenhayn had to consider much more than the east.
And these “friends”
Two battleships
Two months of maneuvering
How should Germany, her resources only now being properly mobilized, respond?
He drives downtown,
he wants it now, he'll take it.
He takes the girls home.

Twenty minutes later,
a spider emerges
she washes her hands
Then, in one motion,
the rose-white girl was on her feet
and pulls on her underwear.
She looks around, double-checking.
The bones are gone,
tucked beneath his shredded
clothes in the trash
and the floor is licked Ajax clean.
Maybe someone will notice later,
but probably not.
On 21 February 1916 German General Erich von Falkenhayn unleashed his hammer-blow offensive against the French fortress city of Verdun.
Now he is
today's garbage
dragged out by two girls with a smile on their lips.

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE

[yucari]

Vriska♠Aradia - murder mystery + magical girl (mahou shoujo)

FILL: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

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I really liked this prompt, and I hope you like this. UwU