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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
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.
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.
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!
FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave
He knew from the very second that she stepped into his little fringe planet repair shop - took him by the arm and pulled him away from that giant mess he'd been making out of his robots' faces and handed him a towel - that she was the one he would choose.
One quadrant. That was the rule. The Alternian Galactic Empire let each of their citizens choose one quadrant for themselves. It started with something about how people were still too focused on blood colors, and remember citizens everyone MUST be treated equally. The rule led to a lot of infidelity, but at least no one ever had to worry about the drones coming to collect, those were just in the stories used to scare little wrigglers. All of that took place government facilities, appointments set up once a year each for your matesprit and kismesis.
Two people could be assigned a moirail or auspistice if the community felt as though they needed someone to keep them in line or intervene.
The system worked. And for many of them
Some of the older trolls, who remembered a time where everything arranged spat on the idea. Called it simpler and easier. This new law would only get people in trouble. But they were pleased that people had to still apply to be officially recognized in a quadrant, and in the meantime could be assigned and obligated to fulfill their duties until they were legal.
But, Equius thought, if this little girl with wide eyes and the most expansive heart he'd ever even heard of actually enjoyed being his moirail, he really couldn't see the harm in it.
She had come to him for under the table work.
On the surface, he ran a ship repair shop for those stranded out in the middle of nowhere. A nowhere that none of these filthy backwater trolls could tell his face from any other. A nowhere that he'd been exiled to for not carrying out one single order.
But it was also a nowhere that he wasn't bothered by the pesky things like following rules .
And that let Equius run all kinds of other business. Black market prosthetics were what he specialized in, some of them purely cosmetic - like the tail he built for Nepeta that he's pretty sure she uses to steal fruit with down at the market and he scolds her for all the time. Sometimes it's weapons and their repairs.
That's what she came for, a pair of claws.
Equius didn't see the point, but she just smiled mysteriously any time he questioned.
While he was working on it, the little sneak thief had gone and gotten herself caught pick-pocketing some nobody's credits.
Equius had sat back, torquing a wrench. A grin spreading across his face underneath well-hidden eyes as he listened to the sounds of explosions from his shop a mile outside of town.
One quadrant was all he could choose. She was it.
When she crept through his shop door, crouched low to the ground that evening, Equius felt so very, very pale watchig her.
Nepeta had asked if her claws were done and promised she'd be out of his hair very soon and sorry for causing him trouble. What she hadn't expected was that later that evening, a couple cavalreapers ride their steeds - steeds he himself built for them - right to his front door. They demand the little rogue be turned over, she's disrupting the order of things and needs to be stopped right away.
Equius grins at them from the shadowy corner of his work station. He snaps his fingers. Across the room, 6 more pairs of red eyes light up with a mechanical whir. Both cavalreapers take a step back. Gulp. Shakily say they aren't looking for trouble and they don't want to start any.
When the two 'reapers are gone, Nepeta pounces on his back from the shadows. She showers him with praises like, "Oh Equius, that was so purrrfect!"
And when he starts to think about defying the Empire for this girl he only met a week ago, she begins to comfort him and stroke his hair. She whispers things to him and leans her head on his shoulder.
It's all Equius can do not to sob, thinking how Nepeta very well just might return some of his feelings.
They take their time packing up his shop, knowing the town wants to run them out but has no means. When the time is ready, they pack it up into Nepeta's small cargo bay and blast off planet. They're not really sure if they're going to settle onto some other fringe planet or chance being drifters. But neither are worried because they got each other and thanks to Equius this ship isn't going to break down any time soon.
Equius has a hard time caring that he might be an outlaw now, because it means he protected Nepeta.
In the meantime, Equius has no worries. His comfort certainly has nothing to do with the fact that he's got a couple favors he can reel in when needed if they get in a bind, some space pirates and a high-ranking cavalreaper for whom he rebuilt half his body.
After all, he's got his moirail. What else could he need?
Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave
Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave
buuuuut... if anyone else wanted to take this and run with it, i certainly wouldn't have a problem with that.