BONUS ROUND 1

[hso_mods]

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 JOHN<3ROSE

[astrologicallydubious]

aaah I started this a few days ago and just finished, so here's another take on it :]


“Jeeeeeeeez, Kanaya, could you drive any slower?”

“I assure you this is as fast as this land-based transportation vehicle will go.”

Still, Vriska clicks her fingernails impatiently against the frame of the passenger door, occasionally leaning out the window to look behind you. Her hair whips around her face in the wind, tangling around her horns and glasses, and it’s both distracting and distressing.

“Would you please keep your appendages inside,” you request.

“Why?”

“Your fidgeting is not going to do us any good, whether or not they catch up to us.”

She rolls her eyes, flipping her hair out of her face, but actually does as you ask, at least for a while. “Yeah, it’s not like your fussing is helping either! Fussing and meddling, even during a zombie apocalypse. What did I expect.”

Minutes pass and you don’t slow down. Luckily the road is fairly straight here, and abandoned this far from any cities. The open fields on either side of the highway give you an excellent view, which Vriska is checking out nonstop even while “keeping still.”

It’s cold with the window down, and you’re constantly struck with the urge to roll it up, but the button won’t do anything; the glass was shattered before you got out of town. Still, you’re lucky the casualty list is so short. It had been a close call; by the time Vriska kicked down your door and dragged you bodily out of your hive with nothing but the clothes on your back and the lipstick in your pocket, your now-undead neighbors had nearly taken the car. Luckily, you carry a chainsaw at all times.

“How long does this road go oooooooon?” Vriska complains.

“It shouldn’t be long before we reach the city, I believe.” She seems satisfied with this, and you ask, “Why, may I ask, are you so eager to get there?”

“Because I want something to happen! What is this, nap time? There are zombies outside! This begs action!”

“A strange disposition, to prefer fighting for one’s life among hordes of the undead to a peaceful drive through the countryside on a nice night.”

She scoffs, but the way she looks at you out of the corner of her eyes gives her away. “D’you really think the zombies will be here too?”

“I doubt it’s an isolated incident.” You flex your hands against the wheel and motion with your head to the control panel. “Try the radio again.”

Glad for something to do with her restless hands, Vriska flips through all the stations, but finds nothing but static. Just as you thought. She sits back in her seat with a huff, crosses her arms over her chest, looks out the window, and says in a voice just a little too faux-casual, “So what are we gonna do?”

You consider. “We may not be able to formulate a plan until we can see the state of the city, but I suspect it will be all we can do to find food and clothing and continue on our way.” Once again you regret that you weren’t better prepared; your best clothes still hang in your closet, all your sewing projects probably destroyed by now and your gardens trampled. What a terrible waste.

Vriska looks at you. “You mean we’re just going to keep driving? It’s almost sunrise.”

“If we stay in the car we should be fine. Your renowned fighting prowess aside, I don’t think even you can take on an entire city alone.”

“Who says I can’t? But anyway, I’m not alone, I’ve got you!”

You open your mouth to reply and then shut it again. She looks away and goes quiet.

Then she’s back to her usual self. “But okay, I getcha! It’ll be like a road trip. We’ll switch off driving. Don’t worry, I can go all day.”

You’re watching the road of course, but from the corner of your eye you can still see her wink at you, and she grins wider when your face flushes.

It’s not long before you can see the city on the horizon, and you can tell even from this distance that something is wrong. There’s almost no traffic, even for this time of night, and it looks awfully dark. You slow the car down and Vriska pulls her dice out of her pocket, looking ready to fling open her door already.

“All right, bring it! Let’s paint this town rainbows!”

The streets are eerily deserted as you enter; you hope it’s because the better part of the populace has fled rather than been taken. Doors hang open, broken vehicles lay abandoned, and here and there splashes of blood color the roads and lawns.

You stop the car outside a supplies shop with its windows shattered. With the motor still running, you put your hand on the door and take a breath.

“Ready?” Vriska gives you a grin so confident you almost believe you’re about to embark on a run-of-the-mill shopping excursion rather than a zombie-fighting store-raiding expedition.

At once you throw open your doors, grab your weapons, and enter the shop, Vriska choosing to jump through the jagged window frame rather than follow you through the entryway. Inside there are packaged food items lying in disarray, a sizable amount of them ripped open (particularly in the meat department). But no zombies.

Vriska tosses her dice up and down in her hand a few times. “…Huh. This is kind of disappointing.”

For once you agree. You turn your chainsaw off and move to pick up some bags of preservable rations. In a few minutes you’ve collected enough food to last you at least a few more days (and you only had to steer Vriska away from useless junk food twice).

“Let’s take this to the car,” you suggest, doing your best to hoist half the bags. “If all goes well we can gather extra clothing and be gone before sunrise without incident.”

“You mean if all goes boring.” Vriska snorts, but collects the rest of the bags.

…Only to drop them as soon as she steps outside. “Awwwwwwww yeah!” she says over the sound of cracking jars, and slams her foot into the face of a very close, very zombified troll right beside the door.

You jump out behind her with your chainsaw revving and make short work of the sluggish bodies approaching from the other side. Blue and orange blood splashes on your clothes; you cringe but press forward, clearing the sidewalk and gaining enough time for you to toss your bags into the car. Vriska is right behind you, throwing everything in the back seat and whooping as she punches a troll in the nose.

Your second run is harder now that the zombies have found you; one of you has to protect the other while she gathers blankets and clothing. At first it’s Vriska, rolling her dice and gleefully distributing kicks to the gut, but when she notices you hesitating over some clothes, she pushes you in front of her and begins to pick up the fabrics herself, throwing them haphazardly into a basket.

“You don’t have time to compare styles now, Fussyfangs!” she says as you barely pull out your chainsaw in time to mow down two new threats.

“I was only attempting to find the pieces in suitable condition for wearing,” you tell her with a hint of irritation.

She’s oblivious to it. “It won’t kill you to wear something with a rip in it! You can show some skin, you know.”

You have no response to that and spend a few more minutes in silence while Vriska darts around, heaping up as much as she can feasibly carry. Keeping the zombies away from her isn’t as difficult as it is tedious; while fierce if you let them close enough, they’re rather slow and… well, braindead. Their fangs are no match for your chainsaw, which is by now covered in a spectrum of blood.

“All right, let’s blow this joint!” she finally says, hauling the basket into her arms. You slash your way back to the door, but find it blocked by a seemingly-endless stream of new bodies.

Behind you Vriska has dropped the basket and is taking out trolls and left and right. “Hey, what’s the hold up, Kanaya? Things are getting a little tight back here!” She sounds more impatient than worried, but you can hear that she’s a bit short of breath.

You grit your teeth as claws scratch your arm and turn to take out a zombie that got a little too close. “We can’t progress any further like this.”

Suddenly Vriska is at your back, grinning. “Sounds like we need a bigger exit! And with a little luck…” She tosses her dice at the wall and watches them spin to a stop. “…we’ll have one!”

Then she’s dragging you backwards, kneeing down the nearest troll while an explosion rocks the building. Before the smoke clears she’s out the gaping hole that is now the storefront with the basket; coughing, you follow.

The blast knocked the undead crowd back far enough for you to get to the car, but by the time Vriska gets everything into the backseat the wave has caught up to you. Teeth clamp down on Vriska’s upper arm; she thrusts her elbow into the attacker’s stomach, but it’s undeterred. Too close to use your chainsaw, you punch the zombie in the face, ripping its fangs from Vriska’s skin, and drag it away.

Once you’ve cleared enough room around the car to breathe, you immediately turn to the still-open door, but before you can get in, Vriska laughs triumphantly, slings an arm around your shoulders, and kisses you. She’s still smirking, and you’re still staring, as she slips into the driver’s seat.

“Well don’t just stand there, we’ve got a getaway to make!”

You start and scramble to the passenger side; before you’ve so much as shut the door, Vriska’s foot is on the pedal and the car is lurching bumpily down the street. Both of you flinch as an unsuspecting zombie goes flying over the windshield, and then the road is practically clear. You pick up speed quickly and are almost out of town by the time the sun peeks over the horizon.

You sigh deeply, beginning to relax despite the scratches and blood on your skin, and Vriska lets out a cheer. “That. Was. So. COOOOOOOOL.”

“That’s not the first adjective that came to mind, but… yes, it was rather impressive.”

Vriska laughs again, and you can’t help but smile, thinking that you’re safe for now. The sun is coming up, but you’ve enough experience with sunlight to know you’ll be okay in the car until you can stop somewhere shaded. At least, it’s a good thing Vriska is so excited, because it looks like it’s going to be a long trip.

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[deecherrywolf]

A/N: does tagging pertain to bonus rounds? Well, in case it does- TAG: INCEST

What a plush rump!

Oh hell no, he did not just think that. He sucked in his lips as if he had tasted a sour lemon. That kind of sentence wasn't one that was meant to occupy his mind – instead he tried focusing on his co-workers killer legs. The way her office skirt hugged her round bottom and showed off a hint of her thighs was too hot to handle. The slight part between them made his gut twist. His eyes flickered up her body; she was bent over another co-worker's desk, helping them out. Her long dark hair was over one shoulder while baring the other side of her neck.

Don't forget about that plush rump.

His brows furrowed and his teeth gritted. This time, he knew that voice from anywhere. It wasn't his thoughts whispering visions of plush rumps. He turned his eyes – hot as coals; toward the owner of the voice. “Bro! I'm trying to work here.”

The sight of a man in a white shirt with a popped collar, gray hat, ratty jeans, and fingerless gloves in an office would be a surprising sight... if others could see him.

But unfortunately for Dave Strider, they couldn't.

His brother's ghost had been haunting him for fifteen-years.

Following him to his office job, did not help. Dave sighed, running a hand through his hair while Bro busied himself with flipping through an old GameBro he appearified out of nowhere. He looked back at his computer, frowning. He couldn't even enjoy scoping out the prospective women in his office without hearing an opinion from his dead brother.

“She's way too old for you anyways.”

“Bro, I'm thirty-one, not some kid anymore.”

“You'll always be my little bro to me.”

Dave grumbled, rapping his fingers against the keyboard. He slowed down for moment, his eyes growing soft. He couldn't help but wonder if Bro was happy with him sitting in this little cubical... he should be doing something more with his life, right?

Bro died so he could become something great.

And yet...

He jumped when hands were suddenly wrapped around his shoulders. Gloves hands moved over his neck, rubbing down to his collar bone, smoothing over his chest. His eyes widened when those hands settled on his lap. He bit his lip, leaning back against the back of his chair, he breathed out a harsh gasp as those electric hands slipped in his pants.

The jolting sensation of lips ghosting over his neck made him bite back a groan. A warm chuckle rumbled in his ear. “Here comes that plush rump. Good luck little bro and see you at home.”

With a lick to the shell of his ear, Dave shuddered – calling out for his bro, but he was suddenly gone. Leaving him with an erection and his co-worker making her way toward his desk.

Shit.

Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[rex]

Aww, they're the cutest couple of gunslingers ever. I love that Tavros appears to have a habit of kicking in doors, and wow, yes, the Scourge Sisters would be a fantastic pair of bandit villains.

Thank you so much!

Re: FILL: TEAM VRISKA<3TEREZI

[rex]

Oh wow, I absolutely love the colours you've used here, and Aradia's post. It's gorgeous. Thank you!

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE

[chalaite]

oh MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS HE DIED NOoooooOO *WATERFALL TEARS*
But GOSH.
This is lovely aaa, I didn't know it would be classified as a ballad! It reads like a beautiful fairy tale ; u ;
Thank you for filling!

Sorry I haven't had time to check back for days but yeah it was definitely Dave<3John <:3c

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[rex]

What darling spies they make. :D This is totally cute, thank you!

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[rex]

Thank you very much!

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[rex]

I'm glad you liked it! I've never tried any poetry before, so I'm happy to hear that it wasn't too far off the mark. :D

Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3JANE

[rex]

The mods have said that multiple fills are fine, I think (a decision that I support heartily, since it apparently results in me getting spoiled silly!).

I love the description in this-- She’s pressed against the window, soft as moonlight, skin dripping silverwhite like candle wax, wow, yes, perfect. This is wonderfully pretty and creepy, thank you!

[cypher]

Oh thank you so much! Equius is my forever troll but I am still really nervous about attempting Feferi -- I'm glad she was effective (and affecting) here.

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[deadkidsclub]

Dad<3John

film noir + cooking show

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[cest_what]

I love the tone here.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[sakiexcel]

Dirk <3 Jake: Game show / zombie apocalypse

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[ilyat]

Oh man, oh wow. This is horrifyingly beautiful. I love it.

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[deadkidsclub]

Bro<3Dave

vampire + spy fiction

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[sakiexcel]

Jade<3Karkat<3John: Grotesque / fairytale

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[deadkidsclub]

autoresponder<3roxy

Legal thriller + Mecha

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Sollux

[fluorescentnova]

Linked

It's not TOTALLY NSFW but.. I linked it just in case.

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

[cest_what]

Yesyes perfect. I have no idea what's going on but I'm in favour.

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[deadkidsclub]

aranea<3meenah

Urban fantasy + Occult detective

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[eishua]

"Did you know there was an Egyptian god of horses? His name was Resheph, and he was mostly popular in the 18th dynasty. Remember Amenhotep the Second, we learned about him the other day? It was under his rule that Resheph first gained a following due to his protection of chariots, which were introduced by the Hittites in-"

"Aradia, I'm aware that you find this culture and history particularly fascinating, but wouldn't you agree that we've exceeded the amount of necessary studying for one night?"

Equius had long since closed his textbook and slid it across the table. As tolerant as he was of his matesprit's enthusiasm, there was only so much he could take.

Aradia pouted for a moment, seeming slightly upset at being interrupted. "We have to study, our exam is tomorrow!" she insisted, but she closed the cover of her own book and crossed her arms, regardless. "And besides, this stuff is in my blood! Didn't you know that Megiddo was an important city of the ancient world? Tuthmosis the Third - that's Amenhotep's father, in case you forgot - led a huge battle there against Kadesh, arguably the most important battle of the entire dynasty-"

"Aradia, please."

Rising from his seat at the table, Equius crossed over and, very gently, placed a finger to Aradia's lips. "Shh," he coaxed, to which she merely kissed his skin delicately and stood with a giggle.

"Okay, I'll stop," she conceded, sliding over to Equius and standing on her tiptoes in order to drape her arms around his neck. He seemed relieved, and Aradia couldn't help but grin sheepishly as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Right after I tell you about Khnum the ram, who was a creator god and was thought to be the source of the Nile River since he used its fertile silt to form the bodies of children on his potter's wheel, and-"

Equius sighed. It was going to be a long night... but at least he had a feeling that they'd both pass their exam the following morning.

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[sakiexcel]

Oh no, now I'm worried about them! ;) I love it; thank you!

Re: FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[cest_what]

Ooh. This works really well.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<3ROSE

[gramireus]

Jade<3Kanaya: Zookeepers & family fic.

[cest_what]

Aranea/Meenah (any quadrant), 20 Facts About... Fic + High School AU.