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 JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[mags12998]

Fancy meeting you here! Anyway I really liked this idea so...

*

With Jane at the helm, Roxy in the engine, Jake with weapons, and Dirk keeping the computers functional, the Alpha is one of the more effective scout ships for the HSS fleet.

Unfortunately it’s a little outclassed at the moment. Three enemy ships jumped in minutes ago and its crew is scrambling to react.

“Can we get a message to the fleet?” Jane asks, banking the ship up to move it out of range of the largest enemy ship.

“They’re jamming signals, but I think we can break them,” Dirk says.

“Assuming they don’t change strategies it will take approximately ten minutes to get a distress signal to the fleet,” Dirk’s computer chimes in. “I’ve got this. Go help Jake with the guns, Dirk.”

Dirk jumps up and jogs down to Jake’s station, muttering, “Taking orders from my computer, what does that make me, chopped liver…”

The first hit makes the floor shudder under his feet and he steadies himself on the wall. No alarms, that’s good.

“Just a glancing blow,” Jane’s voice says through his headset. “We’ll need to hit back if we want to keep that up though. Dirk, that means you.”

“Acknowledged. Almost there now,” Dirk replies.

Jake looks up from his console when Dirk jumps down into the one next to him. “Hey, look who’s ready to join the party,” he says.

“Yep, shooting aliens with you is definitely my idea of a party,” Dirk replies. He starts up the targeting system and manages to get a few shots in at the middle-sized enemy before the whole ship lurches sideways.

“Lost a water tank,” Roxy mutters. “Nothing important.”

“I need you to concentrate fire on the small one,” Jane says. “That one’s got the big guns.”

“Three minutes,” Dirk’s computer adds.

“We can do this,” Jake says, more to Dirk than to anyone else.

Dirk doesn’t say anything, spinning the turrets under his control around to point at the smallest ship and launches a few salvos at it. The ship dodges easily, jerking around like someone grabbed it and moved it aside.

“I think that one’s one of their Psionic ones,” Dirk says. “Jake, follow my lead?”

“Oh, bollocks!” Jake mutters at his screen. “Yeah, ack.”

Dirk takes another few shots at it. Every time it dodges it never goes farther than thirty degrees off of coreward. “Sixty degree spread, center coreward. On my mark,” he says. Taking another shot, he says, “Mark!”

Everything next happens so quickly. The smallest ship, hit dead-on, explodes, Dirk’s computer says, “Backup’s arriving... now,” five HSS ships jump in and tear into the other ships, and Jake, riding a victory adrenalin-high, leans over, grabs Dirk’s shirt, and pulls him in for a kiss.

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN

[shellfishdimes]

GC: 1 CL41M TH1S T3RR1TORY FOR TH3 GLORY OF 4LT3RN14 1N TH3 N4M3 OF TH3 CRU3L3ST B4R!
TC: hey now
TC: DON'T FLY BEFORE YOU CAN CRAWL
TC: recognise the rule of motherfucking primacy and ABIDE BY IT
GC: 4R3 YOU JOK1NG?
GC: YOU 4R3 NOT 3V3N H3R3
GC: SO 1 DONT TH1NK 4NYTH1NG B4D WOULD H4PP3N 1F 1 JUST DROV3 TH1S FL4G R111GHT 1NTO TH3 GROUND R1GHT H3R3
GC: 1 TH1NK 4N 3L3V4T3D POS1T1ON 1S 4LW4YS 4 GOOD ON3 >:]
GC: 1T G1V3S TH3 C1V1L14NS SOM3TH1NG TO R3V3R3!
TC: this territory has been claimed by the mirthful church
TC: you will RESPECT THE CHURCH or you will BE CULLED
GC: 1TS NOT 4 CHURCH 1F TH3R3S JUST ON3 M3MB3R
TC: BLASPHEMY.
TC: PETTY, SPITEFUL BLASPHEMY, LEGISLACERATOR.
GC: 1TS TRU3! 1F 1TS JUST ON3 OF YOU, 1TS B4R3LY 3V3N 4 CULT.
GC: 1 H4V3 PL4C3D TH3 FL4G. 1T 1S OFF1C14L NOW. 1TS 4 R34LLY T4STY R3D 4ND T34L WH3N 1T FLUTT3RS 1N TH3 W1ND L1KE TH4T.
GC: TH3R3 W4S 4NOTH3R FL4G H3R3 SOM3WH3R3, BUT 1 TH1NK 1T MUST H4V3 F4LL3N DOWN TH4T R4V1N3. 1TS P4SS1NG W1LL B3 MOURN3D 4PPROPR14T3LY!
TC: maybe YOU WILL FALL down that motherfucking ravine
TC: AND NOBODY'S PEEPHOLES WILL WET AT YOUR DEMISE
GC: WH4T 4R3 YOU GONN4 DO?? S3ND YOUR CRUS4D1STS 4FT3R M3?
TC: maybe i'll come after you MYSELF
GC: DO 1T! TH3R3S NOTH1NG TH4T TH3 M1RTHFUL CHURCH C4N THROW TH4T TH3 CRU3L3ST B4R WONT SK1LLFULLY C4TCH 4ND FL1NG R1GHT B4CK!
terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased trolling gallowsCalibrator [GC]

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GAMZEE: what nice weather this place has.
TEREZI: 1 D1DNT NOT1C3. 1T SM3LLS L1K3 ST4L3 COTTON C4NDY.
TEREZI: OR M4YB3 TH4TS JUST YOU!
GAMZEE: COULD BE THE MOON.
TEREZI: 1TS BEH1ND 4 CLOUD.
TEREZI: OOOH. W3LL LOOK WHOS D1SCOV3R3D TH3 3X1ST3NC3 OF TH31R HUMOUROUS GR1STL3. W3LL DON3, MR GR4P3 J3LLY! YOU H4V3 4SC3ND3D 4 FURTH3R RUNG UP YOUR 3CH3L4DD3R. C3L3BR4T1ONS W1LL H4V3 TO B3 POSTPON3D, HOW3V3R.
TEREZI: 4 W1LD N3OPHYT3 4PP34RS! SH3 1S 3XTR3M3LY D1SPL34S3D W1TH YOUR 4TT3MPTS TO ST34L H3R THUND3R!
TEREZI: WH4T W1LL YOU DO??
TEREZI: >:]
TEREZI: > :]
TEREZI: >:]
GAMZEE: honk.
TEREZI: TH3 L3G1SL4C3R4TOR DODG3S TH3 4TT4CK! SH3 1S SPR1GHTLY 4ND N1MBL3 L1K3 4 YOUNG D33R! 4ND Y3T SH3 1S 4S D34DLY 4S TH3 M1GHTY DR4GON! TH3 SUBJUGGL4TOR'S CLUBS 4R3 NO M4TCH FOR H3R SW1SHY C4N3!
GAMZEE: do you ever
GAMZEE: STOP
GAMZEE: TALKING?
TEREZI: 1 W1LL D3F3ND MY R1GHT TO H1J4CK PR3V1OUSLY CONQU3R3D T3RR1TOR13S TO TH3 D34TH! OR TH3 CLOS3ST 4ND L3SS P41NFUL EQU1V4L3NT TH3R3OF.
GAMZEE: making this painless ain't a part of my plan today, sister.
GAMZEE: IT AIN'T EVER APPEARED ON THE MOTHERFUCKING AGENDA.
TEREZI: TH3N 1 GU3SS YOU WONT M1ND 1F 1 DONT P3NC1L 4NY L3N13NCY 1N, 31TH3R!

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GAMZEE: you're getting your gnaw on my patience.
TEREZI: 4ND YOUR D3FENS3!
GAMZEE: AND I DON'T LIKE IT.
TEREZI: YOU H4V3 B33N 4 WORTHY OPPON3NT! BUT NOW TH1S N3OPHYT3 WOULD L1K3 TO PROPOS3 4 CH4NG3 OF D1R3CT1ON TO TH1S COURT.
GAMZEE: a change of direction?
TEREZI: TH4TS NO MOON.
GAMZEE: WHAT.
TEREZI: B4M! W1TH 4 QU1CK D1V3RS1ON, H3R TYR4NNY H4S TH3 4POSTL3 OF TH3 M1RTHFUL M3SS14HS FLOOR3D.
TEREZI: F1RST M3T4PHOR1C4LLY, 4ND TH3N L1T3R4LLY. >:]
GAMZEE: can she smell his horror?
TEREZI: SH3 C4N SM3LL H1S
TEREZI: W41T
GAMZEE: i asked
GAMZEE: IF SHE COULD SMELL HIS HORROR?
TEREZI: NO, BUT SH3 C4N SM3LL H1S CHUCKL3VOODOOS! TH3 AUD13NC3 BOOS, 4ND H3R TYR4NNY B4NGS!
GAMZEE: OW
TEREZI: H3R!
GAMZEE: OW!
TEREZI: G4V3L!
GAMZEE: motherFUCK
TEREZI: THR33 T1M3S TO S1L3NC3 TH3 CROWD. OBJ3CT1ON SUST41N3D! CHUCKL3VOODOOS 4R3 H34V1LY FROWN3D UPON 1N TH1S COURT!
TEREZI: TH3 SUBJUGGL4TOR W1LL D3S1ST! >:[
GAMZEE: :o(
TEREZI: TH4T F4C3 W1LL NOT WORK! H3 1S F4C3D W1TH 4 H4RD3N3D L3G1SL4C3R4TOR WHO 1S F4M1L14R W1TH 3V3RY TR1CK 1N TH3 BOOK!
GAMZEE: ...
TEREZI: ....... 3V3N TH4T ON3. H3H3H3H3.
TEREZI: 1 M34N! TH3 SUBJUGGL4TOR W1LL C34S3 B31NG D1SR3SP3CTFUL TO TH3 COURT 4ND TRY1NG TO SOLV3 3V3RY D1SPUT3 W1TH CHUCKL3VOODOOS 4ND BL4CK M4K3OUTS!
TEREZI: 1T H4SNT WORK3D B3FOR3 4ND 1T WONT WORK NOW!
GAMZEE: i would like to POLITELY REMIND THE COURT of a saying by the mirthful messiahs
TEREZI: Y3S?
GAMZEE: whatever we up and motherfucking put in the pan and provide for with repeating it and getting our feelings about it, will one day get its reality on.
GAMZEE: MARK THE WORDS, SISTER.
TEREZI: >:]

Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN

[messageredacted]

YES. I love this Terezi and Gamzee. Their dialogue is very natural.

Loved this:
TC: maybe YOU WILL FALL down that motherfucking ravine
TC: AND NOBODY'S PEEPHOLES WILL WET AT YOUR DEMISE

[shellfishdimes]

Thank you! It's the first time I've written TZ, so I'm glad that it doesn't seem out of character. And yes, I really liked that line too, ahaha.

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[orange_yarn]

Awww, thank you! :D

FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[sirlampalot]

Ahah
this sort of became sad
KIND OF A BIG FILE SORRY
John loses it/sacrifices himself, either or!

BONUS emotional turmoil karkat


rolls away//////

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

Eridan <3< Rose, serial killers and psychological horror.

(it seems fitting, somehow, the boy who needs to kill and the girl who cannot die)

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[macca44552]

Pairing: Aranea <3 Jake <3 UU/Calliope
Genres: slice of life, plot twist

PROMPT: TEAM [Jake<3Terezi]

[mouseflower]

Gamzee <3 Terezi

Science Fiction and Dark Comedy

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3TEREZI

[undermutt]

Dave<3Dave
High School + Drama

Re: FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[ephemeraldelusion]

YES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOSHHHH. YES. YESSSSS.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[sadisticbutsweet]

BOOKMARKING THIS OH HOLY YESSSSSSSSSS I'll be in my bunk (with my laptop, hastily writing)

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA.

[ephemeraldelusion]

i hope this is okay lol. xD;;

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3DAVE

[gomimushi]

I DO NOT MIND AT ALL!!!

Especially because Magicastuck is my secret AU weakness and this is perfect.

p.s. I absolutely love what Kyubey's doing in giving them both soul gems at the same time and pushing them together and all that kind of thing because it seems so very much like something he'd do...... ;;; awesome awesome work, thank you so much!!!!

Re: FILL: TEAM [SOLLUX <3 ROSE]

[cephalopod]

dude i'm voting for that shit all day

Re: PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[megaparsecs]

An Artist's Depiction of The Occasion Upon Which Terezi Pyrope Decided To Replace Vriska Serket's Entire Wardrobe With Selections From The Ed Hardy Bargain Bin.

okay so its obvious i am lacking in artistic skills but i had to at least try i mean that prompt man that prompt

im so sorry for what i have become.

FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3<VRISKA

[fortnight_dreaming]

Hope blood, gore and insectoid fairies are okay.


And they thought renting a log cabin on Midsummer Night's Eve would be romantic.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Jade<3Fefer

[genten]

direct link: http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad22/Genten_2010/bonusroundentry2.png

um, hopefully this fills the prompt?

Re: FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<>TEREZI

[sirlampalot]

Glad you like it! uvu hoohoo

FILL: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[jack_of_none]

(I just started reading the first book of the Condor Heroes Trilogy today, so I HAD to write this! Biopunk ended up being sort of a background element more than anything else...um, sorry?)

Virtue Is Not Left To Stand Alone

The Signless sat calmly in the dirt with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. His eyes, still yellow like a child’s, darted to and fro amongst the gang of highbloods that surrounded him, counting their number. One, two, four, six…ten, all told.

In front of him, blocking his view of their leader, the Psiioniic shifted into a fighting stance. His boots made a soft scratch in the dust, and the Signless could feel the thrum of the Psiioniic’s warring internal energies crackling at the ready — blue and red, yin and yang, the outward expression of an inner struggle that fueled the Psiioniic’s powerful kung fu. He smiled fondly, as he always did when there was proof that his friend had learned his teachings well.

The leader of the highbloods stepped forward, his muscles rippling unnaturally beneath his hide, and the pale thatching of surgical scars visible around the wrist and shoulder of his left arm. The highblood hefted a club larger than the Signless was tall and whirled it with ease.

The Signless did not move.

“Twin Hells style, ARE YOU SHITTING ME?” the highblood cackled, looming over the Psiioniic, who held his ground. “You must be trying to get your ASS KICKED, FUCKER.” The highblood slammed the club into the ground barely inches from the Psiioniic’s feet, but he did not flinch. Not while he stood between their clubs and the Signless’s skull.

“Can I help you, honored ones?” the Signless said. The lead highblood growled.

“Fucking right you can. Got a word that some LOWBLOOD SHITSTAIN had a thought-eater worm shoved in his ear at what you might call an ILLEGAL FUCKING BACK-ALLEY CLINIC. Meaning that theoretical lowblood motherfucker is throwing around some serious brain firepower now. Enough that we gotta RIP IT OUT OF HIS FUCKING SKULL.”

The Signless saw the Psiioniic’s stance shift just a bit. With the highbloods growing more vicious by the day and most of them with a private army of Doctormentors to reshape their bodies at their whim, the Signless’s band had been forced to rely on the skills of illegal surgicarvers who pitied their cause. Artificial rainbow drinker blood for the Dolorosa, gravely wounded; real bone pouncebeast claws for his Disciple, little warrior that she was; and a though-worm, a beneficial vat-grown symbiote for the Psiioniic to level his endlessly fluctuating chi before it tore him apart from the inside. Only the Signless himself still lived in the body he spawned with. They’d been sure to cover their tracks, but the highbloods had found them anyway. The Signless hoped that nothing had happened to the poor surgicarver who had been so generous with her knife.

“8oss,” said a smaller one behind the leader — blueblood by the look of her robe, the pupils of one of her eyes dilating and contracting strangely. “8oss, it’s gotta 8e him — he’s leaving an energy signal a mile wide!”

“WELL, NO SHIT,” the leader bellowed, and the little blueblood cringed as though in anticipation of a strike. “Waste of some pretty good shit, there — oughtta be wired right into one of the armada’s bioships, rather than FUCKING AROUND WITH BULGEBITING LOWBLOOD KUNG FU.” The highblood whirled his club again, and the Signless recognized the sweeping, powerful strokes of what the Underground called Terminal Whimsy style, but the Subjugglators who originated it referred to as “a thorough motherfucking beatdown.”

The ringleader came at the Psiioniic with a wild swing, testing the water; the Psiioniic launched himself into the air nimbly. The highblood’s club connected with the ground where the Psiioniic used to be, hard enough to crack the earth. The shockwave from his mighty blow reached the Signless, rustling his hair.

Still, the Signless did not move.

The highblood leapt to follow the Psiioniic into the air, and they clashed together in the sky. The highblood’s arm rippled, his enhanced muscles bringing his club around for another impossibly strong swing — the Signless recognized the first of the Subjugglator’s “Twelve Lolarious Catastrophes”…powerful kung fu indeed, but he trusted his student. The Psiioniic’s eyes flashed, red and blue, as he parried the blow with his bare hands.

“You’re 2o quiick to diismii22 my fiightiing art2,” the Psiioniic said. “Clearly you’ve never 2een Twiin Hell2 2tyle practiiced wiithout one of your fuckiing 2lave ciircuiit2 holdiing iit back.” The force of the Psiioniic’s release of chi was deafening; he seized the highblood’s arm with a grip like iron, spun him around like a top, and slammed him into the ground.

And the Signless did not move.

When the dust cleared and their leader did not rise from beneath the crouched form of the Psiioniic, the highblood rabble stood gaping for a mere moment before charging. The Psiioniic grinned.

“Come and get iit,” he hissed, and so they did. All at once they surrounded him, seeking to overwhelm him with numbers, but the Psiioniic fought like two — no, five — no, the Psiioniic was a legion unto himself, everywhere at once. With a single stroke he parried four spear-wielding indigo-bloods; he swept a blueblood’s legs out from under him with his right foot before whirling around to face a purpleblood who crumpled like paper as the Psiioniic turned the force of his twinned chi upon him from a distance.

The Signless counted the highbloods who still stood as the Psiioniic fought. Ten, six, four, two, and finally one — the little bluebood who had spoken before, facing the Psiioniic with awe in her altered eyes.

The Psiioniic shifted his battle stance, ready to spring, and the Signless moved then.

“Halt,” he said.

“2iifu?” the Psiioniic said, glancing backwards, and in that moment of distraction the blueblood’s arm shot forward. A dart, small and thin like a needle, burst from an orifice in her palm to arc directly towards the Signless’s face.

The Signless’s hand moved, quick as lightning, to intercept the needle. It jabbed into his palm just to the right of his thumb and stood there, quivering.

The Psiioniic seized the blueblood by the collar, and she held up her hands.

“I’m not a warrior,” she said, holding up her hands, the dart-orifice sealed again. “Kill me, low8lood, and let me die here with my disgr8ce. I can’t fight you.”

“Then do not fight,” the Signless said, and plucked the needle from his hand. A thin line of bright red blood oozed from the wound, sliding down his wrist. He held out his hand, stained with the mutant blood that he had always refused to have corrected, and the blueblood stared in mixed wonder and disgust.

“I don’t underst8nd,” she said. “Why would you not k8ll me?”

“So that you may know mercy,” the Signless said. He laid his hand on her shoulder, his blood darkening the fabric of her robe, and she mouthed the word as though she had never heard it before. “Go, remember what you have seen but tell no one, and pity high and low alike.”

The blueblood wavered, kneeled, and left without a word.

The Psiioniic brushed some dirt off of his knees and cracked his knuckles. “2top 2caring me liike that, fucka22,” he said, and the Signless smiled gently.

“I am your sifu, Psii,” he said. “Show a little respect!”

“All riight. 2top scariing me liike that, 2iifu Fucka22,” the Psiioniic said, laughing as he bowed.

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

[mlahulia]

Dirk<3Jane, horror + mecha

Re: FILL: TEAM [SOLLUX <3 ROSE]

[rex]

Holy moly, THOSE COLOURS. This is excellent!

Re: FILL: TEAM [SOLLUX <3 ROSE]

[friendwish]

ahh thank you! u////u

Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[wallwalker]

He does, doesn't he? I hadn't really thought about it, but I think that if I continue this it would be a pre-Scratch AU or something. :) Glad you liked it!

FILL: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

[hauteclare]

made a fill for this!! I think this pairing is cute, ahh! hopefully it is pop-arty enough ;u;
http://f.cl.ly/items/28343d1q3t2Z173W031c/jane%20and%20UU.png