hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

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

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.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.

Title Format
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If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ship: Feferi <3 Vriska

Genres: horror and slapstick comedy.

This pretty much just turned into a horror movie parody.

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"I'm telling you, this is THE BEST place to make out!" Bushes and tree limbs parted at the edge of the clearing, allowing a bright eyed, grinning Vriska Serket past. With the hand not being used to hold back branches, she tightly clutched the hand of Feferi Peixes. The seadweller, if possible, looked even more excited than her companion.

"Are we finally… here…" The excited tone in her voice trailed away when she saw the scene that waited for them. Vriska, who hadn't been entirely paying attention to the familiar surroundings, finally got a good look around. When she did, she held back the urge to vomit.

The small clearing, one that Vriska herself had often visited in the forest behind her hive as a wiggler, was painted with blood. There seemed to be nearly every shade possible, with the exception of Feferi's own magenta blood, and strewn among it was body parts. Hands, feet, lower jaws, sometimes lone eyes, but more often it was internal organs, looking like they'd been ripped out and forgotten. Feferi put a shaking hand over her mouth while Vriska clenched her teeth. The spider troll wasn't new to death and killing, but this even bothered her. What was worse was that it was in a place so familiar.

"Who… who could have krilled all these trolls?" Feferi looked a little worriedly at Vriska.

"It wasn't me," the cerulean blood snapped. "Besides, I don't kill highbloods. This is the work of someone else. Or something else." That was the other thing that bothered her. None of the cuts on the remaining body parts were clean—there wasn't a weapon involved, just tearing force. And every body part looked like it was from a different troll.

"Let's go back, Vriska," Feferi said, tugging the other girl's hand, but Vriska shook her head.

"Like hell I am now. I'm getting to the bottom of—" She was cut off by a scream that ended with a terrible ripping sounds. Vriska faltered for a moment. The scream had been close, less than a few yards behind them. Both girls whirled around, backing farther into the clearing. Feferi cringed when her bare feet touched blood, but they otherwise kept their eyes in the direction of the noise.

The next noise was soft at first, barely perceptible, but the forest was silent otherwise, like the very wind was holding its breath. It was a gentle creaking of footsteps on grass, growing closer, and occasionally accompanied by the swish of leaves in a person's wake. By this time, both trolls had taken their weapons from their strife specibus. Feferi clinged to her trident, and Vriska squeezed her dice in her hands so hard that she felt sure their points would cut through her skin.

The wait was unbearable, and both girls felt their aquatic vascular pump beat faster and faster as the noises drew closer. But just as the tree branches began to part, a cloud passed over both moons, blocking their only source of light. They could barely see the figure in black when it stepped into clearing, but Vriska still caught the wetness dripping from its hands. Fresh blood.

Laughter rang through the air, hollow and cruel. It shook the girls, and for a moment, neither were sure they could move. The figure moved closer.

And then, to their surprise, the figure proceeded to slip and fall in the bloody grass.

For a moment, Feferi and Vriska just stared in shock, not quite comprehending what they were seeing. Then, as one, they both laughed uproariously, a sharp contrast to the figure's laughter only a moment ago.

"What—don't laugh!" The voice, angry and indignant, was obviously that of the killer. His voice was actually a little nasally and high pitched, which only proceeded to make them laugh harder. He tried to scramble to his feet, but he couldn't seem to get a good grip. He kept slipping in the wet grass and falling face first. Finally, the cloud was swept away by the wind, and the two moons illuminated the scene.

Judging from the remainder of the face paint on the troll's face, Vriska guessed he was probably a highblood, but certainly not anyone she knew. He was a little scrawny, truth be told, and not particularly imposing at all. Though, she guessed, he did kill all those people. Now, though, his face was smeared with blood of multiple colors, and when he looked up and glared at them, the absurdity of the rainbow on his face only made them laugh harder. He growled and finally managed to climb to his feet.

"You—" he started, but that was all he had the time to get out before Vriska got a hold of herself and rolled her dice. The effect was instantaneous. He was suddenly paralyzed. Unable to move and further, he glared at them.

"Huh," Vriska said. "Not a lethal one. You can do the honors, Fef."

"Shore!" The Empress-to-Be, now in control of her own mirth, replied before stabbing him in the stomach with her trident.

After that, the two decided that the forest might not be such a great make out place after all, and from then on, they stuck to Vriska's hive.

eeeee this is fantastic! Thank you!

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

Re: FILL: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT