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 ECTOBIOLOGY

[equinoxharmonica]

I tried.
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The hiss from under the bushes causes you to pause in your evening stroll. The leaves shake menacingly, but you have no worries, sure your strength can take anything that would attack you.

Then again, news reports and stories of a catlike predator stalking the streets of Republic City flash across your mind. You adjust your tinted goggles distractedly and accidentally give it another crack.

While you were distracted, the thing in the bushes leaped out and attacked you, wild black fur flying, blue, metal claws outstretched, mechanical tail waving as it--

--as it rubbed it's face against your leg and purred happily.

You are bewildered at this turn of events and decide to take in its--her--appearance to distract you. Fur seemed to cover all her skin showing, and glowing green cat eyes were closed in happiness. Ripped clothes covered her torso--it looked like the remains of button-down and a vest--and a green cloak covered those tatters. Metal claws gleamed on her hands and a tail waved happily as she crouched on all fours.

You give her an awkward, restrained pat and walk quickly away, wanting nothing to do with such a disheveled, uncivilized creature. Unbeknownst to you, she follows you stealthily, hiding in the shadows when you turn around to check no one's behind you.

Finally you reach your house/mansion and go to bed, still feeling watched.
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When you wake, there's a comforting warmth next to you and you snuggle close to it instinctively, thinking maybe Aurthour had crawled in with you like when you were younger.

":33< *the werekitty stretches luxuriously and yawns as it wakes up slowly, feeling pawvelous from her nap!*" says a sleepy voice in your ear. ":33< *the werekitty is feeling especially happy since she has made a mew furiend last night!*"

You jolt awake and stare in shock at the girl blinking sleepily at you, curled up cat-style on the gear-patterned sheets.

"D--> Who are you. Why are you on my bed"

":33< do you not remember me? :((" the girl asks, rolling over and stretching.

"D--> Get off my bed you filthy child" is all you can say, noting the dirt and grime stuck to her. You remember her all right, she was that furred creature from yesterday. She was a werecat, or 'werekitty' as she had stated.

":((< you're so mean!!" she whines, rolling off the bed.

She proceeds to follow everywhere throughout the day, despite you telling her to leave, and once again curls next to you when you turn in for the night, furred again and purring. It's not so bad, you think, having her warmth and companionship. But first thing in the morning you will give her a bath.

And that's how you became moirails with a werecat.
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Not real steampunk I guess but I couldn't figure out how to incorporate more.

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

[shinigamishi]

Oh my god this is amazing. You're amazing. THANK YOU.

FILL: TEAM VRISKA<3KANAYA

[grizerie]

i'm not sure if i hit existentialism correctly, it's a tough topic to even define, let alone write about, but i hope this suffices!
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Squarewave trudged into Dirk's shop, sending out sparks and nearly toppling over at each step. Sawtooth stood up to gather tools to repair the smaller bot. By the sight of the orange shower, it was fairly obvious who won the rap battle. As if it wasn't obvious already who the better rapper was. Most of Dirk's and Squarewave's "battles" end this way. Squarewave attacks at the wrong time, leaving Dirk no choice, but to end it liquidly. Sawtooth was getting sick of having to repair Squarewave after each battle. Frankly, it annoyed him, if robots could feel annoyed.

“YO MAN, brzz YOU WOULDN’T BELbzzIEVE WHAT HAPPENED,” Squarewave said, in between circuit shocks.

“Don’t explain, it’s obvious. Lower your volume,” Sawtooth now stood several feet taller in front of Squarewave, wiping him with a towel.

Squarewave turned the knob at the back of his head, moving the volume from level 10 to level 4. “This bbbrzzz better, dogg?”

Sawtooth didn’t respond, which meant it was at an acceptable level. He unscrewed Squarewave’s chest piece to dry out the Orange Crush. “You’re terrible at rapping,” he finally spoke. Sawtooth never sugarcoated his words. Straightforward was his style, unless he was rapping. He could pull out all sorts of metaphors and innuendos, unlike Squarewave.

“I’m better than most,” Squarewave buzzed.

“You’re the worst on the planet,” Sawtooth mentioned while intricately wiping away the soda remains.

“I’m gonna be the best. I’ll be better than you.”

Sawtooth ignored the comment. He had been giving Squarewave rap lessons for a long time now. He was tired of seeing the little bot drenched in Orange Crush. He hated being unplugged in the middle of the night to see Squarewave shooting out sparks and hardly being able to form coherent sentences. Though he was annoyed by Squarewave not following his instructions, he cared for the bot. A robot that cares. There’s a shock.

“Hey Tooth,” Squarewave’s synthesized voice pulled Sawtooth out of his robotic thought process. “I’M CLEAN. LOOKS LIKE YOUR VIEWPORT AIN’T TOO KEEN, ‘CUZ IT CAN OBVIOUSLY BE SEEN. I MUST SAY THAT I’M MORE THAN OKAY. AND IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE, THEN YOU SHOULD GO ON SICK LEAVE.”

“You made a mistake starting this battle, you know. Turn off your headlights, my lines don’t sparkle, they glow. You’ve got nothing to do, so what are you in a hurry fo’? But, okay, you’re done. Get out, just go.”

Squarewave lingered in the room, rap-less, after Sawtooth screwed his chest piece back in.

“Nothing to say? What’s the matter, lil Wave? I said you were good to go,” Sawtooth organized the tools as he put them back in the box.

“I don’t want to get crushed again,” Squarewave lowered his volume.

“Then don’t rap with Dirk.”

“I want to show him that I’m better than him, man. How else is he supposed to see that without me rap battling him?”

“You start a battle at the wrong times. Give it a break. I’ll teach you some tricks, if that’ll keep you away.” Sawtooth eyed Squarewave pondering over the choices he had, until finally, he said, “I’ll tell you when you’re ready for another battle. Come here, your battery’s low.”

Squarewave extended the charger cable from the outlet. He liked having Sawtooth taking care of him. Squarewave was, admittedly, obnoxious, but having Sawtooth around really sparked his motherboard. He knew that even if he got himself into any sort of malfunction, Sawtooth would be waiting in the shop to fix him again. And although Squarewave had a poor way of showing it, he cared for Sawtooth too.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Kanaya<3Rose

[lovelytoken]

!!! Place holder, I am going to attempt this....

PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[memyselfandi]

Dirk<3Jake, genderbend + coffeeshop au

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[mirroreuler]

John<3Vriska, parody + yaoi manga! (That is, in the style of a yaoi manga - no gender bending is necessary, though it isn't forbidden!)

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[mirroreuler]

John<3Rose<3Jade with high school AU + fluff!

Re: FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3NEPETA

[oxfordroulette]

This is hella quality, a++.

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[nextian]

That is SO BOSS!!

Fill: Team Dave<3Roxy

[laughably_unimportant]

tw: underage drinking
category 2 tag(s) not warned for

I uh, hope this is acceptable.

Part 1

You wake up to a pounding headache.

Wait, no. That's the door.

You're quick to your feet then, rolling out of bed and stumbling around the oddly opulent room, trying to pull together some semblance of an outfit and looking for alternative exits. This isn't the first time you've woken up in a hotel room with no memory of how you got there, and it probably won't be your last, but it's sure as fuck the messiest scene you've ever left. There's shattered glass in the entrance, maybe from the full-length closet mirror, something like lipstick smeared against the wall in large swaths, the curtains ripped and hanging limp from the wall, the television with a lamp through it—holy fuck how did you manage that—and what appears to be scattered pages from the bible slowly sifting down from a tilting ceiling fan, whirling above in a lazy fashion. The smell of brandy hangs heavy in the air, and even if that pounding at the door has gotten suspiciously quiet, you find time to go hunting for the minibar, which, yep, is empty.

"Shit," you say, startled when an answering grunt comes from behind you.

You spin around to see John rising from the ground, having apparently just tumbled out of the same bed you were sleeping in. Naked. Ohmygod John Egbert is naked and he just got out of the bed you were in naked.

You'd take a moment to think about this, except your brain is muggy-thick with hangover, you still don't have any memory of last night, and whoops, that click means they just managed to get the front door open.

"C'mon," you hiss at him, "We have to get out of here!" You swoop down to snatch a pair of fuzzy hotel slippers from the ground and throw them at him, not bothering to see if he's caught them before you spin back toward the door, suck in a deep breath, and scream at the top of your lungs as you make a running leap over the broken glass.

You're sort of a badass. No big deal.

You don't make it quite all the way, glass crunching loudly when you land, but at least your screaming and flailing forced the hotel security to take a few steps back. John's following close enough behind that he slips through the opening you've created, and just like that the two of you are dashing down the hall, laughing like a pair of maniacs.

A drawn-out chase up and down elevators and stairs, across floors and buildings, and down the street later, the two of you duck into an alleyway between a coffee shop and a small gym, breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear. John tugs at his robe (he must've snatched it up when you were busy screaming and running), straightening it, though there's really no way to make a robe that shows off that much leg look respectable.

"What was that all about?" He says, eyes too big and full of sparkle, and your grin fades a bit when you remember that you actually have no idea. So you do what you always do, give him a shrug, run a hand through your hair, and say, "Let's get a drink."

Coffee shops don't serve alcohol, but the convenience store across the corner does, and a few minutes later you're nestled in a booth at the café, pouring vodka into a cup of black. John just holds the drink you got him, hands wrapped around the warm mug without lifting it, looking uncomfortable under the stares of the other patrons.

"So no big surprise here," you say, "but I sorta got blackout drunk last night. Wanna tell me what went down, or should I say, who?" You give him a saucy wink, but unease still rumbles in your gut. You didn't sleep with John last night, did you? You take a swig of coffee, appreciating the path it burns down your throat, not appreciating the thought that follows the trail it blazes: Would that be such a bad thing?

No shit it would be a bad thing. John was your mom's deal, as far as you heard, or maybe Strider's brother, or maybe Jake's…? Whatever the case, John was taken goods, and even if those goods were super-fine and mostly naked and right damn there, first and foremost, John was your friend. You weren't gonna screw up everyone's tenuous relationships together by bangin that babe.

Even if he did look just like his dad.

You zoned out a little there, but he's just blinking owlishly at you, mouth hanging a little open, so you think you must not have missed too much. "Izyer mouth broken, cuz I can kiss it en make it bettuh." He goes white instead of red, but at least he answers this time, a mumbled, "I don't remember what happened either making you sigh.

"Alright," you say, pulling out your purse. "You ever seen the movie Hangover?"

He nods, eyes brightening. "Oh yeah, I really liked that one! Dad said I wasn't allowed to go, but Dave said I'd be a pussy if I missed out on it, whoops I mean, uh, chicken, sorry, I'd be a chicken if I didn't see it, so I went to the theatre myself and bought a ticket for some dumb kiddie movies for babies and snuck in, it was awesome!" His face twisted a bit. "Uh, except some of the parts were, sort of gross. Why, do you—"

You cut him off by upending your purse on the table. "Well today's you're lucky day, because we got ourselves a trail to follow."

. . . . . . . . . . .

"What we were doing at an ice-skating rink?"

You shrug, dragging your finger against the glass. "Dunno. Maybe we needed some ice to douse the sexual inferno that follows you everywhere." He gives you a little chuckle, still too-stiff and too far away in that manner that says he knows something you don't. "Yeah Roxy, I'm so hot I'm surprised I didn't melt a hole right through the ice. Geeze, you're so dumb!" You flip your hair out of your eyes, leaning in close to make his eyes widen and send him stumbling back a step, but then someone big and authoritarian-looking shouts, and you take off running.

. . . . . . . . . .

"What even happened here?" John's voice is a hushed whisper, and you're not sure you can even answer him. You clutch the tiny paper ice-cream cone wrapper in your fist a little tighter, sending up a silent prayer that you and John had nothing to do with this.

"Coming to you live at the corner of Marconi and Greenback, the scene of last night's flash mob gone wrong—" the woman's voice startles you, and you scoot away from her, professional business attire and tone marking her as a reporter, even if you'd somehow managed to miss the microphone and cameraman. She drones on about how, at 11:11 PM last night, patrons and workers of this Mcdonald's burst into sudden song, providing entertainment and harmony for all those there to see. But everything went wrong when the hoodlums attack.

John snorts next to you, and you grin back, though you're not sure why that made him laugh.

In the confusion, two teenagers hopped over the counter and began tossing out free food. When employees caught on that they weren't part of the act, it was already too late. A crowd had gathered and, amongst the chaos, the two teenagers escaped, taking armfuls of food with them. I their absence, the crowd grew out of control and burned the building two the ground.

John's somber next to you as the woman begins to describe the two teens, a boy and a girl, and asks for any information on their whereabouts. "Come on," you say. "I know where we headed next."

. . . . . . . . . . .

He figures it out four blocks before you get to your destination. "A soup kitchen." You glance back and give him a smile, along with an extra sassy sashay to your hips. "Yeeeep. Nothing in my purse about it, but where else would we have gone with all that food?"

"Geeze, you really wouldn't even know what to do with that food but give it away, would you?"

"Maybe I was cravin' something other than mcnuggies," you sing-song, getting twenty feet down the sidewalk before you realize he's not following anymore. You turn and trudge back to him, a little peeved he messed up your rhythm, trying to judge by the headache blossoming again at the base of your skull if you need another drink or not.

"Roxy," he starts, worrying at his lip with those big ol' buck teeth of his. "What happened last night?"
You heave a sigh. "That's what we're tryin to figure out. Geeze," you mock, "You'd think you'd be better at this, bein Janey's poppop and all."

" I think we kissed," he says, and it sends ice slithering down your spine. "At the skating rink. We kissed, and started making out on the ice, and cause a big huge pile-up in the middle of the rink. Management had to come out in cleats to kick us out."

"Yeah?" You still don't really remember it, but what he says feels true.

"Yeah." He rubs at the back of his neck, and you wait for it, the "It was a mistake" speech, the "We were drunk," the, "I like you as a friend," or worst of all, "That was fun, but this doesn't mean we're going out or anything." She didn't peg him as the last one, but then, douchebags came in all shapes and sizes.

"That was fun," he finally says. "But maybe we should just stay friends."
You were expecting it, which means you should have been prepared, but no, that just makes the tears come all the faster. His smile drops, reaching out a hand for you, but you've already spun and run down the street, his hollered "Roxy, wait!" small and distant behind you.

Fill: Team Dave<3Rose (Part 2)

[laughably_unimportant]

Apparently there's a character limit?

. . . . . . . . . . .

They cheer your entrance at the soup kitchen, and one of the patrons has a bottle of something vile-smelling that dulls your thoughts suitably, so when John appears before you with puppy-eyes and a pinched expression, you just give him a smile and a wink, telling him the table's full, why not sit on your lap?

"Roxy," he says, "It's not like that."

No, you say, it never is.

He heaves a sigh. "I really like you, but—"

"Not like that." It comes out brittle and high, but, whatever. Another drink will fix that.

"I don't know what like!" He throws his hands in the air, aggressive gesture startling you. "You're really cool, and funny, and really, really hot, and I like hanging out with you, and sometimes I think it would be nice if we kissed. But you're also Rose's sort-of mom, and maybe my step-mom? And I didn't even think you liked boys until last night, or if you did you like Jake because everybody likes Jake, and—"

You pull yourself to wobbly feet, most of what he says lost in the beginnings of a nice buzz. "Kiss me."

He looks like you punched him in the gut. "I can't."

"Kiss me!" You're practically screeching, and the whole place is quiet and everyone's staring but you don't care, because John just looks so fucking sad and all you want to do is give him your heart, but he won't take it.

Just like everybody else.

"Come on," he says. "Let's go get Rose."

You pull up with a start. "Rose?"

He looks stricken for a second, no time to respond before you say, "You remember what happened last night!"
He puts his arms up, backing away as you advance on him. "Look, we were really drunk, and it'd be best if we just forgot, okay? It's not anyone's fault, my dad's got insurance, we can just—"

"Excuse me?" You turn your head to find one of the workers giving you that concerned, dealing-with-a-rabid-animal look. "We'd like it if you ah, left the premises." Her eyes flick from you to John, standing in the doorway, and even though something angry and bitter clutches at your throat, you give a tight, short nod, stomping through the door after John.

The two of you stand down the street from the shelter, block of air between you frigid. "Guess the trail's gone cold," John says, but you ignore him, starting down the street.

"Where are you going?" he calls after you, loping to catch up.

"You said insurance," you say, picking up your pace. "Car, home, health. We don't look like we had a car accident, if we'd gone to one of our houses no one would have let us leave drunk, and health—" you falter. "Rose." You break into a run. "Oh fuck, Rose."

. . . . . . . . . . .

Running all the way to the hospital probably wasn't the best use of your resources, but you weren't really thinking clearly. Neither is John, since he's still following you. You'd sock him if you had the time to spare, but Rose, Rose is in the hospital and John knew and he didn't tell you and you have to get to her right now.

He said she's fine, but when you pressed he clammed up, and that doesn’t seem like a good sign. It seems like an even worse sign when you enter the hospital and the receptionist knows who you are. You stop thinking altogether when they point you to the morgue.

You feel numb, feet slapping against tile, lights bright and surreal overhead. You know where the morgue is somehow, which tells you more than anything else that you were there last night. You push through the doors, room too cold, too antiseptic, heads lifting to see you.

Rose's head lifting to see you.

You breathe a sigh of relief that flees almost immediately when her eyes meet yours, grief hitting you fast and hard, and you realize that there's a slab pulled out before her, a body on that slab, sallow skin and dark hair under a thin sheet of paper.

Sallow, alcohol-poisoned skin.

John is standing next to Rose, face sad and pained, and you suddenly think to wonder, when did he change into normal clothes?

Why didn't you notice?

"It's not your fault," he says. Rose doesn't turn to look at him. Doesn't even know he's there.

Because he's not. Because he's on the slab in front of her. "Roxy," she says.

You spin around and run. You don't remember last night, but you think you know why you would have wanted to forget it.

FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3EQUIUS

[chromatic_coma]

Dirk hates overpriced coffee, but he loves the cute new barista they hired at the Starbucks a couple of blocks from his uni.

He loves her a lot.

Once might be able to argue, and rightfully so, that Dirk hardly knew Jakie. But that would mean disregarding their conversations, her cute giggle and the way he could coax it out of her like she was a baby grand and he had magic fingers. It would mean disregarding the way her eyes lit up and she waved when he walked in, and how she always played along and swooned when he leaned on the counter and winked over his shades.

Armed with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and with months between him and Valentines' Day for the ultimate irony, Dirk enters the shop in the middle of July. He can't even bask in the cool A/C because his palms are sweaty and he feels... flustered. It's a new feeling for Dirk.

As he walks up to the counter, Dirk sees Jakie's eyes brighten, as always, and then fall bemusedly to the flowers he has in hand. He grins a little, and flourishes them dramatically at her.

"Oh fair maiden of the grind, please give me, but a petty, loyal customer, the honor of taking you out on the sickest date of your life."

It's hard to read Jackie's expression at first, but then she settles on a toothy little grin (and her buck-teeth are the cutest fucking thing!), and leaps over the counter to sweep Dirk off his knee.

"Finally!" She laughed, and then she kissed you on the lips so hard you weren't sure the taste of coffee was ever going to come out.

But that would be totally worth it.

PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[sirlampalot]

John <3 Karkat

Rebellious group against a corrupt "utopia"(*) + magic

(*) Kind of similar to Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 I suppose! Everything posing as safe and harmonious, with the public largely oblivious.

Please and thank you! uvu

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

Item #: SCP-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ must be held in a completely darkened 4m by 4m concrete holding cell. The hallway leading to SCP-████'s chamber should be kept as dark as possible for 30m. SCP-████ should be bound to the wall at all times, with a blindfold covering her eyes. A damp environment is to be maintained constantly due to the appearance of SCP-████-1. Cameras observing SCP-████ must be equipped with infrared photography capability. All interactions with SCP-████ (and therefore SCP-████-1 and SCP-████-2) are to be done in complete darkness with pre-assigned night vision goggles. Should SCP-████ be exposed to any light, without the appearance of SCP-████-1 or SCP-████-2, Class One cosmic containment procedures must be initiated.

Description: SCP-████ resembles a young woman with average build, wearing a black dress. The dress takes the form of constantly moving dark tentacles from undetermined genus. Her skin is a dark grey color, while her hair is unnaturally white. Linguistic data gathered from SCP-████ cannot be deciphered.

SCP-████ was found in a janitors closet in Site ███, in an inactive state, with instructions for containment written on a note stuck to her chest. The writing was in large, loopy green font and had a friendly style. Currently, it is believed SCP-████-2 wrote this letter.

SCP-████ remains inactive until an entity appears in her presence. If a staff member enters her chamber, she will become extremely agitated and begin to shout out nonsensically until the staff is consumed, where she will return to her dormant state.

When SCP-████ is exposed to light, usually due to the intervention of SCP-████-1, SCP-████ will create high impact energy beams from the light itself. The power seems to be dependant on how large of a light source she receives. She will break out of her bonds and consume all living things she encounters in search of SCP-████-1 until the intervention of SCP-████-2.

SCP-████-1: SCP-████-1 is a apparition which is unviewable by camera. Witnesses have described SCP-████-1 as a fish-like human girl with horns and grey skin. She appears in costume, similar to SCP-████-2, but with far lighter colors. Her eyes are completely white with no pupils. SCP-████-1 becomes agitated if the environment around her is dry, and will provide SCP-████ with a larger light source if it does not suit her tastes. Linguistic data picked up from communication between SCP-████ and SCP-████-1 reveal SCP-████-1 speaks an alien language from [DATA EXPUNGED].

SCP-████-1 and SCP-████ appear to comprehend each other, and their conversation usually devolves into bickering, until the intervention of SCP-████-2. When SCP-████-2 appears, SCP-████-1 will appear guilty, and vanish.

SCP-████-2: SCP-████-2 is a young woman with the same build as SCP-████. She wears a costume similar to SCP-████-1, but in very dark colors. She has animal ears on the top of her skull, but if they are real or not is yet to be determined. SCP-████-2 will only appear to constrain SCP-████ and drive SCP-████-1 away. For a transcription of the dialogue that occurs, see Document-████-1. Any efforts to capture SCP-████-2 have resulted in the temporary removal of personnel from the space-time continuum.

Note from Site Head Dr. ███████: Maybe we should stop trying to contain this kid, she seems to be cool with us. Besides, she's helping us keep this SCP in her place, so why interfere with that?

Document-████-1: Transcription of Dialogue between SCP-████ and SCP-████-2

SCP-████-2: Stop! Just stop! How many times do I have to do this!
SCP-████: Tiy hikvayrh gu'lvyot ytracgh!
SCP-████-1: [NO TRANSLITERATION AVAILABLE]
SCP-████-2: Look, I get it, I understand, I know you want to be together. But this is the only way to keep everyone safe!
SCP-████: Nyat!
SCP-████-1: (Reacts with a negative gesture) [NO TRANSLITERATION AVAILABLE]
SCP-████-2: Oh please, everyone knows. Now Fe████, you gotta get back to your bubble, okay. I just have to keep you apart for a little longer, until we have a way to get [DATA EXPUNGED] out of Ro██.
SCP-████-1:(SCP-████-1 dissipates through a pocket plane from SCP-████-2's hand)
SCP-████-2: I promise, not much longer.
SCP-████: (Reacts violently towards SCP-████-2) Grep'pi ng aptget sudo!

SCP-████-2 collapses the space around visible light sources and [DATA EXPUNGED] until SCP-████ is re-contained. She then vanishes into her own plane of space.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Terezi <3 Vriska with spy fiction and romantic comedy!

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

[write_skivvie.livejournal.com]

There's an unsettling feeling about the air as Aradia flutters down to scoop up a discarded piece of metal. Turning the object over in her hands, she recognizes it as a splintered edge from an old monitor of some sort.

Cool, the red fairy thinks with a triumphant smile. I'm sure I could put this to good use.

All of a sudden, the wind picks up and rouses Aradia's hair, sending the dark strands flying. She makes a hasty attempt to gather it all back, tucking her newfound treasure under her arm as she does this. Aradia spins around, mahogany eyes flashing about, searching. She's on edge, hair on the back of her neck standing straight up.

Someone is on her territory.

Aradia allows herself to get a bit of leverage before setting down her treasure and taking off, wings flittering and bringing her further upwards into the sky. She figures whoever has tread on her turf is most likely a landwalker that she can easily observe from above. With a roll of her shoulders, she waits for the intruder to approach.

It doesn't take long for a form, pompous with their chin held high, to saunter into view. They make a break for one of her piles of assorted treasure. This particular pile was one of her favorites; piled high with trinkets that she adores. Looking around shiftily, the stranger picks up a gold bracelet and stashes it in their pocket. Anger prickles at Aradia's skin, and she starts towards the thief with a sneer twisting down her features.

She lands soundlessly. A girl, jacket pockets now stuffed with Aradia's treasure, stands before her, one eyebrow quirked at her in challenge. Aradia takes a step backwards in surprise. The girl has an asset Aradia didn't anticipate: wings. The set of flickering, cerulean wings flash with the binary they're made up of, taking on the appearance of a hologram. She stares at them in shock, mouth gaping and fists clenching. Well, at least this will be an even fight, she muses to herself.

"Just what do you think you're doing here, thief?" Aradia questions carefully, making sure to put a great amount emphasis on the word thief.

"I don't know what you mean!" the girls snarks.

Aradia rubs her temples. "I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't play dumb with me."

"I'm doing no such thing." she guffaws, bottom lip puffing out in a pout.

"Look, we both know exactly of this ruse you're putting on. Let me get something straight. I don't care if you're landwalker or fairy. If you steal my treasures, I've got a pretty big bone to pick with you." Aradia's eyes narrow into slits as she gives this warning. Her chest swells after this little speech, and her lips quirk up into a half-smile in spite of herself.

"Ooh, this is treasure?" the thief says, reaching into her pocket and taking out a golden bracelet.

"Don't you dare. That bracelet is fragile and probably worth thousands of dollars!" As soon as these words are out of Aradia's mouth, she wishes she hadn't said them.

The thief turns her palm holding the bracelet towards the ground, squeezing. Aradia hears a SNAP so loud that it makes her ears ring as she watches the thief drop the bracelet. She stomps on it, heel of her boot digging into the dirt and toe twisting around.

Aradia flies towards her without a second's hesitation, hands balled into the tightest of fists. She is going to make her pay.

She aims a kick at the thief's head, missing by only an inch or so before she catches her by her foot.

"Let me go!" Aradia yells, attempting to free herself from her grip.

"But we haven't been properly introduced. I'd feel awfully rude," the fairy thief girl snickers. "The name's Vriska."

"I'm Aradia. Now, could you let me go so I can properly kick you into the next trash heap over?" Vriska loosens her fingers around Aradia, and Aradia's foot easily slips out of her grasp.

This time, Aradia goes for Vriska's stomach. Vriska, however, sees the intention of her movement and blocks her, grabbing her wrist and giving it a sharp twist. Aradia yelps in pain, clawing her free hand towards Vriska's throat.

Without a warning, Vriska angles her face towards Aradia, blue lipstick-tinted lips securing a grimace. At first, Aradia thinks Vriska is going to headbutt her, but she doesn't. Vriska smashes her mouth to Aradia's, working hungrily on Aradia's bottom lip. The red-winged fairy nearly falls backwards in shock.

"I-I don't kiss...thieves..." Aradia splutters around Vriska's lips.

Vriska pauses for a moment. "And I don't kiss selfish, red loner fairies."

Aradia digs her fingers into the skin on Vriska's neck, while Vriska proceeds to tangle her own digits through Aradia's hair. The red and blue fairies kiss angrily, tongues wrestling the other for dominance. Vriska gives Aradia's arm another good twist, causing Aradia to jam her nails deeper into Vriska's flesh.

This will take a while, Aradia decides. Best not to waste a second of it.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Eridan <3< Vriska with comedy of manners and psychological horror!
(Can that even be done? I'm curious!)

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

[heecawroo]

Aradia <3 Sollux with murder mystery and ghost story!

Re: FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3EQUIUS

[memyselfandi]

oh gosh this is the cutest thing, thank you so much!

FILL: TEAM Equius<3Gamzee

[zenis]

Coming soon... to theaters...

The Black B100 Stallion

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

[hauteclare]

Jade<3Kanaya<3Rose - Teen Vampire Flick (EHEMTWILIGHTPERHAPS???) + Parody

FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3<VRISKA

[fortnight_dreaming]

TT: We're doing this, man?
TG: yeah
TG: lets break into cyberspace


Hey, nice prompt, hope you like it!

Re: FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3FEFERI

[mafiahahaha]

wow, oh my god.
that was really amazing. no where near horrible. i love it. <3
(i loved how twisted you wrote nepeta. really good. u w u)

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

[mafiahahaha]

holy shit. thats fantastic.

Re: FILL: TEAM ARADIA&lt;3EQUIUS

[chromatic_coma]

you're welcome hun! <3