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: JADE<3JOHN

[vinenettle]

Sollux<3Roxy

Cyberpunk + Romantic Comedy

Re: PROMPT: JADE<3JOHN

[i2eve]

wow this prompt is literally everything I've ever wanted in life.

FILL: TEAM Roxy<3Dirk

[chronologicalimplosion]

((Not really the entirety of a romcom, more like the beginning half-hour, and some people might say that this is more of a <3< fic than a <3 fic, but I see them arguing a lot and just being generally sort of aggressive but still not in hate.

Edits because I'm an idiot and forgot to spell check before I posted.))

It used to be hard to be a hacker. It used to be hard and no one understood. But, y'know, that was when illegitimacy was actually a thing that mattered.

It stopped being a thing.

Which meant that there were a lot of wannabee hackers who were trying to be edgy and cool, and sometimes they cared about the money and sometimes they even cared a little bit about the hacking, but they were never very good at it.

This fact was a source of never ending annoyance to Roxy and Sollux, everyone's favorite pair of snarky, difficult hackers who really just wanted to be the illegal underground elite again.

The fact that they could hack into a lot of things they really, really shouldn't have been able to rather easily made up for it some days. The fact that everything was slowly becoming more and more mechanized made up for it the rest.

The thing that neither of the pair would have predicted was that, as their problems in the cyber world where they had always resided became less and less, the problems that swarmed in to fill up the emptiness became more and more mundane.

More and more... domestic, if you will.

"Look, Dirskie," Roxy told her headset as her fingers danced a brisk, easy tempo across her keyboard. It was an easy dance, one they knew from childhood, and she was really just toying around with her latest target. So her hands had something to do during the phone call. She was always sort of restless sober. "I appreciate that you're trying to follow in my footsteps ironically or some shit, I really do. But I've told you again and again that Mama rolal is the matchmaker extraordinaire and she doesn't need to be matchmaked."

...

"No, I don't think it's matchmade."

...

"Yeah, I've noticed that I haven't been looking too hard. I think I'd remember being away from my computer for that long."

...

This time, as her voice was silent, her fingers slowed for a moment before going still as well. She needed her hands, instead, to throw them up in exasperation.

"YES, Dirk. I already said I appreciate it. The last two were sweeties, but it just wasn't gonna work out. I don't want you to set me up on any more blind dates."

...

"Look, I'm busy making money right now because I'm damn near outta booze and..."

.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU HAD WHISKEY? Pfft, screw dating. I'll just friend-marry you and we can make bunches and bunches of little platonic babies. Or just get drunk a bunch and cuddle. I'm fine with that, too."

*****

"So then I tells 'im that 'e ain't gettin NOFFIN outta me! And then... then, get this. I go back an' I put EVERYTHIN I broke down back up! Plus some! So then 'e has to go fine annuver hacker, plus 'e'll havta pay 'em more than I wuz askin, cuz when mama Roxy deshides to put all 'er breakin power ta FIXIN... he wuz so screwed. Don' think 'e ever got what 'e wuz lookin fer." Roxy slurred drunkenly to Dirk, slung across him for support as well as a drunken bout of affection. Periodically, she'd punctuate her point by jabbing him in the chest with the hand that held her alcohol, so even though he hadn't been drinking, he wasn't completely dry.

She was still surprisingly good at not sloshing it all over the place, though. Girl knew the importance of a good glass of booze.

He thought it was still probably going to be her last for the night, for what was likely the fifth time.

"Rox, you mind if I invite a friend?"

"'S he gonna drink my hard-bummed whiskey?"

"Probably."

"Good! Could use a little drunken cm-panshionship around here. Makey a party!"

Dirk did, in fact, cut her off after that, and she was argue-pleading with him when there was a loud beep to alert them that someone was coming close to their hidey hole. Both fell silent, because even though they were expecting someone and even though Roxy was completely pissed, Dirk's house was something of a sanctum and anyone trying to come in without their DNA being recognized by his system was sort of a big deal.

He untangled Roxy from around him so he could stand up, and she let him, watching with a surprisingly raw expression as he walked to the nearest computer screen so he could check.

His shoulders immediately relaxed just as there was a knock on the door, and Roxy stumbled eagerly over to open it, encouraged by Dirk's little sign. Luckily, Dirk was much faster than her, and he opened the door first. "Roxy, I'd like to introduce you to your supposed-to-be blind date. He's a friend of the biffle."

"Hey, are you making fun of my implanth?"

The newest guest pushed his way into the room proper, and before Dirk could even close the door behind him, Roxy gasped. "Double-teeth?"

"Void-thenth?" The guest replied, matching her shock. For a long moment, they just stared at each other, not entirely sure to do with the situation, and then Roxy, inevitably, broke out in a star-dulling, drunken smile.

"Well, 'f it ain't my best nemi-partner!" She walked over to throw her arm around his neck, much like it had been around Dirk's earlier, and began to lead him over to the previously-quarantined liquer cabinet.

It didn't escape Dirk that she had, in fact, been putting on a great deal of the drunk act before Captor came in, because she was much more cautious now, on the alert. Even though she barely had any more to drink, she did slip back into her routine as he downed several drinks of his own, loosening up until they were having a rapid dialogue that he couldn't hope to follow between the impenetrable hacker-speak and the drunkenness of it.

He spent a lot of the rest of the night observing, eventually sure enough that they probably wouldn't maim each other irrevocably that he left to go to bed. He had a big job the next morning, after all.

That had been the point of this fiasco, as with all the previous ones. He didn't want to leave her all on her lonesome when he had to go off for a while, and in the unfortunate incident that he didn't come back, she wanted to leave him with more than just the AIs she had written. He wanted to leave her with a person.

*****

"Urgh. I got too damned drunk to keep hydrated, didn't I?" Roxy, keeping her eyes closed, began to get up. The pain from movement was a necessary one, and not as bad as the light migraines easy. It was only when she had made the seventeen necessary measured steps towards her hangover emergency kit that she realized it wasn't there. Regretfully, she opened her eyes, and through the stinging, she could very quickly see that she wasn't in her bedroom. She was in the extra bedroom Dirk kept furnished for a secret hideaway.

Crap, there hadn't been an attack while she was drunk, had there?

And then she looked back at the bed and quite nearly screamed. Double-teeth was laying in Dirk's extra bed, the bed that she had been sleeping off her alcohol in not five minutes ago.

The hangover was suddenly not the highest on her list of worries, so she ran to the kitchen, hoping to find Dirk.

What she found instead was a note on the coffee-maker, announcing that he had all of her usual hangover stuff, just not so nicely consolidated, and that she should help herself to it. It also said that he was gone to pick up milk from Schwartz's, and that he'd be back in an hour or so.

Which, of course, meant that he was off dealing with an out-of-control robot somewhere, doing contracted work, and that he wasn't sure when he'd be back. They'd worked out the code a while ago.

Since she only had answers to the very most pressing of her questions, she decided that, before she could deal with the rest of them, she needed about a gallon of water, two gallons of coffee, and a potential overdose worth of whatever painkiller Dirk had on hand.

She stopped a fair bit short on each of those goals, to the relief of both her bladder and her poor, over-burdened liver.

*****

She rather unceremoniously shook her bed-partner awake, remembering that she had been drinking long before he had ever shown up and that he couldn't have been nearly as drunk as she was because of it.

He groaned and rolled over, trying to bury himself further in the bed.

"Hey, idiot with the lisp. Get up, I made coffee."

It's possible the noise he made was supposed to be a string of words, but between the lisp and his current status of buried between the pillow and the comforter, it was completely unintelligible.

"Get up before I make you," she hissed, ripping the comforter off. He turned over to glare at her and she glared back, and after a while he began to sit up and she handed him the coffee, both of them still glaring all the while.

"I must admit, I was pretty surprised to see you in the same bed as me when I woke up this morning." Roxy said as she sat down beside him, strategically timing both actions with one of his larger sips. The expected spit-take was not forthcoming, which unsettled her a little. He remembered what happened.

"Well, I was pretty thurprithed to wake up to the coffee, but I'm not gonna look a gift hoofbeatht in the mouth. You shouldn't, either."

"You say that to every girl."

"Fuck off, V-eth."

"Call me Roxy, you dolt. That's an iteration of my name you shouldn't be able to butcher." This time, he didn't even give any indication that he had acknowledged her, just continuing to gulp down his coffee.

Eventually, awkwardly trying too hard to be casual, Roxy stated, "So you remember."

"Yep."

"...You gonna clue in your bedbuddy?"

Sollux turned to her, a slow, devilish grin creeping across his face that exposed all of his disordered teeth.

"Nope."