hs_olympics | BONUS ROUND 1

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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!

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aaaaaaaa what an amazing fill gosh! asdkl so cute <3333

Karkat<3Karkat. Noir + Mecha

what a great prompt
bigger on tumblr! - http://bit.ly/M1N05N

Edited 2012-06-20 00:51 (UTC)

dave<>feferi
comfort and comedy

alpha!dave<3alpha!rose
autobiography and suspense

That was perfect!

dirk<>dave (or just brotherly love, however you'd like to put it)
post-apocalyptic and adventure

kanaya o8< (jade/nepeta)
cats vs dogs and comedy

that was so great and so are you wow

WOW

nepeta<>dirk
heartbreak and bonding

eridan<3<dirk medieval and rivalry

dirk<3jane
budding romance and comfort

OK SORRY FOR PROMPT SPAMMING THERE i'm done now. /o/

(Warning: blood and character death. Also, I tried to make the ending as sappy as possible to fulfill the “cheesy romance” part of the prompt, but I don’t know if I did it quite right.)

Though the forest is shady by day, any land located under the conglomerate of trees is pitch-black after sunset. In the mind of Karkat Vantas, this is good news: for him, surviving this game isn’t about hunting— it’s about hiding, hoping that whoever’s left in the end will be weak and injured enough for him to take out.

He takes shelter in the dark woods, moving as quietly and as quickly as possible. The scattered foliage and dimness created by the trees makes both of these goals nearly impossible, but he’s still fairly certain he’s not being followed. More than half of the game’s participants— no, more than half of the game’s victims are gone already, and everybody left is probably trying to kill each other. He’s safe— for tonight, at least.

Karkat considers making camp for a brief moment, but the sound of plants rustling behind him changes his mind quickly. The source of the noise was probably a stray hopbeast, but he’s alert and awake and panicked enough that traveling a bit farther in the opposite direction of the sound seems like a fantastic idea. If Sollux were still around, Karkat thinks, the Gemini would probably be telling him to grow a spine and stop freaking out about a harmless wild animal.

And then Karkat reminds himself that Sollux is not around, and he hasn’t been around since that strife with Eridan that morning over the small pack of supplies that Doc Scratch oh-so-politely dropped between five or six starving trolls, effectively ending any loose sort of alliance they’d formed. And he decides to keep moving.

After another hour of creeping through the forest, trying and failing to move noiselessly through the branches and occasional patch of fallen leaves, he comes across a small clearing, and barely resists the urge to spew out a loud string of expletive-ridden insults directed at nobody at particular. Not only would anyone else wandering around in the woods be instinctually attracted to the wide open space, but said space provided absolutely no cover—the entire point of loudly and half-blindly stumbling through the forest in the first place.

Suddenly, he hears more rustling, and the crackle of leaves, and the snapping of branches, and it’s all from a creature far too large to be anything vaguely resembling a hopbeast.

Karkat spots the faint outline of a figure on the other edge of the clearing about a hundred or so meters away. It’s too dark to tell whether the figure is troll or human, much less who it might be— but whoever it is, to Karkat’s horror, is making absolutely no effort to hide their presence, walking rather noisily from the edge of the forest into the clearing.

That could mean one of two things— they’re either prepared enough, or they think they are, to take on anything that wants to confront them, or they’re too stupid to realize they’re practically a walking alarm, warning everything in the area to come and attack them. While being in the vicinity of either is asking for death, the figure walks a bit closer to Karkat and he can make out
something else— the figure is dragging a blunt-looking object behind them. If it’s a weapon— and it probably is— then they’re probably in the ready-to-kill-whoever-they-come-across category.

Karkat instinctively takes a step back, preparing to sprint away— and steps on a large, dry branch, a rather loud snap echoing through the area. The figure turns in Karkat’s direction, and begins to sprint towards him.

Despite all the noise around him, from nocturnal beasts and mysterious figure alike, everything seems silent to Karkat as he pulls out his scythe. But he’s hungry, and tired, and scared, and whoever’s running towards him seems just full of energy, and—“

“Karkat!”

Hearing his name in that familiar voice snaps him out of the trance. He slowly lowers his scythe as he recognizes the figure— the boy— running towards him.

“Karkat, are you okay?”

It takes the troll a moment to process this. “John, what the fuck are you doing?”

John gives him a small smile. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Y’know, after this morning, when…” he trails off. “When we all got separated. Do you know what happened to everybody with us?”

Karkat grimaces. “I think Jade got away, but I’m not really sure about Kanaya. Last I saw, she was trying to intervene between…” The grimace fades away into a miserable, tired frown.

“I think I… know what happened between those two. I’m really sorry about that.” The boy tries to lay a reassuring hand on Karkat’s shoulder, but is pushed away almost immediately.

“John, don’t you get it? Scratch put sixteen of us here, and fifteen aren’t leaving. It was pretty much guaranteed that Sollux was going to be one of them, and it’s pretty much guaranteed that we are, too.” He takes a breath, and continues. “And let’s say, somehow, everyone else on this island manages to kill each other off? Then what?”

He’s a bit surprised to see that John hasn’t walked away at this stunning display of logic, or, if he was really smart, killed him with the weapon he was carrying around— where the hell did he manage to find a sledgehammer? “Yeah, I know all that, Karkat. But…”

“But what?”

“I’d— Karkat!”

Karkat is utterly unprepared for what happens next— he sees the startled look in John’s eyes and suddenly he’s on the ground; a loud shot rings out, and John is lying facedown on top of him a second later.

Karkat can vaguely hear someone running away behind him, but he's much more focused on the boy right on top of him. "John, what just― John?"

Said boy mumbles something incomprehensible onto Karkat's chest, and he sits up, careful not to jostle John around too much. As gently as possible, Karkat lifts him up, and turns him over. And, as John lays in his arms, breathing unsteady and eyes barely open, Karkat realizes what has just happened.

Blood blooms from the bullet embedded in his stomach, and his parts of his light-blue shirt are dyed a sickening red. It distantly occurs to Karkat that this will be the second time today he watches someone important to him die.

“Why?” his voice is weak. “Why did you do that?”

Despite the pain he’s obviously in, John. “You’re right. Only one of us is making it off the island. And, Karkat...”

The troll feels tears forming in his eyes, and in a moment, pale red drops are falling onto John’s shirt.

“I want it to be you.”

Before John’s eyes close for good, Karkat places a gentle kiss on his lips. John grin grows a bit wider, and then fades into a small smile.

“Promise me you’ll live, Karkat.”

“…Yeah, John, I will.”

Karkat sits with him, cradling his body until he no longer feels the boy breathing. Gently lowering John’s body to the ground, the troll stands up and, after taking one last look at the boy who died for him, pulls out his scythe. The sun’s going to rise in a few hours, and he’s done running.

After all, he’s got a promise to keep.

Vriska♥Kanaya

Black comedy + magical girls/general shoujo

kind of lacking in the comedy department but HERE YOU GO! :')

Jade♥Aradia

Slenderman mythos + romance

...don't look at me like that

Dave<>/<3John - Camp Half-Blood (à la Percy Jackson & The Olympians) + Adventure

Lord English <3< Ms. Paint. Erotica + comedy

hello!! i filled this too

Ah, this is great, thank you so much!

oh my gosh this is so cute, thank you so much! sajfdk;s;dlkfj those birds pictures and dave's freckles and aaaah <3

welcome! I'm glad you liked it :)

[This is from an alternate session, I think.]

Alright, we have the milk, the eggs, the pumpkin... Almost done, darling. Soon we can head home and you can rest. I promise.

I'll tell you what. Why don't I tell you where all our food comes from? Where the garden came from that replaced the deserts?

I know, I know, you've heard it before. But it's a good story, and I like to tell it.

A long time ago, the world ended.

Fire rained down and burnt away what had come before - the people there, the cities, the forests, everything, until all that was left was sand and silence.

But four people found the ruined world, came to it one by one. One was a man who had tried to lead his people to happiness and who had failed them instead. One was a woman who wanted to make everyone's voice heard, no matter the cost to her. One sought law and order beyond all else, sought justice for those who could not seek it themselves. And one had been a queen of a golden world, a world of shining towers and beautiful skies, a world that had fallen.

They all came, one by one, for their own reasons, and they found the ruined world.

And they found each other.

At first they focused only on their survival - on finding the food among the sand and ruins. On nothing else. And they fought, and they nearly fell again and again.

Finally, the queen did fall, caught by something dark among the sandy wastes - and from her blood, bright and red, bloomed a patch of strawberries among the desert. The most beautiful red strawberries you've ever seen.

The three worked together after that, planting the strawberries, tending the little plant, helping it grow, and other plants began to grow too. Good, sweet things like strawberries and pumpkins and rich, hearty things like potatoes. The garden was nurtured by the queen's blood and body and sacrifice and by the closeness of the three, and it is said when at last they fell in love, all of them together, a thousand trees and ten thousand flowers grew that day, and it rained for the first time in many, many years.

And that's where the garden comes from, and it spread to cover the whole world because their love was so great.

What's that?

...I guess it is a silly story. Plants don't grow on love alone, of course. But a silly love story isn't always a bad thing, is it?

Now let's go home, darling. We have everything on the list, and your other father should be done with his trials by now. Hopefully they didn't put your mother on too long a mail route today, eh?

...Yes, I love you too.

Our little garden.

i've never drawn cyberpunk before, much less cyberpunk detectives omg

(aah sorry it's not so good i've been sick)

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM Dave<3<Karkat<3Terezi<3Dave

PROMPT: TEAM [Equius<>Nepeta]

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

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

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM JADE<3NEPETA

PROMPT: TEAM JADE♥ARADIA

FILL: TEAM TEREZI<3VRISKA

PROMPT: TEAM VRISKA♥KANAYA

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3Feferi

PROMPT: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

Re: FILL: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3DAVESPRITE

Re: FILL: Team Rose<3Kanaya

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM Vriska<3Kanaya

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS