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.

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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.

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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"well what do you think about this, detective butterball?"
"neigh"
"well, the DA will never get us a warrant based on that, inspector haybales"
horse rears up, kicks over expensive vase that turns out to conceal the murder weapon
"MY GOD, DETECTIVE, EXCELLENT WORK"
--noveltyhorns

and i still love you this is beautiful bless

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m61tmw25uT1qilicho1_1280.png

"You know," you drawl, trailing out every syllable with a personal grudge, "this would go faster if you didn't think that every single rock in the nether-system requires your personal interference."

Aradia frowns and opens her mouth, no doubt to impart a totally useful (read: boring, so fucking boring, as boring as Aradia herself!) lesson on other civilizations and how that one tribe who literally ate shit was more enlightened than you, doesn't manage to get a word to leave her lips though because Feferi is grabbing your shoulders and leaning forward waaaaaaaay too close to the controls for you to do anything put flick her in the forehead as she exclaims, "Look! That one has buildings on it!"

Buildings shouldn't be half as exciting as they are, but Feferi is the only person you know who is living proof that hysteria is contagious, so you're setting the controls up for landing even as you groan and she kisses your cheek. It would be a sweeter gesture if she didn't insist on kissing Aradia on the mouth immediately after. You'd think that she was the one ensuring your asses all stay inside the sh-

Fuck.

That was not a good sound. That was the type of sound that is followed by- The communication channel opens and you're faced with a face. Excellent. Just what you needed today. You slump and cross your arms. No point keeping your hands on the wheel when you've been jacked.

You glance at Aradia and groan again. Fuck, you could get your little gang out of this with half as much fuss but nope! She has to go all flashy-glowy-whatever mind powers on the whole thing. The craft jerks and you slam forward in your harness, "Watch it, Megido!" you know she's got better control than that. But you're passed the barrier and have time to give the face on your communicator a single finger before the connection fizzles out and you have to start piloting without the aid of freaky low bloods.

Sorry it's so short! I hope you like it anyway.

Oops, posted this in the wrong spot at first....but here you go, hope this works?

Calliope<>Roxy
clubbing + humor

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< TAGS: body horror, codependence

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“You’re needed in the helmsblock,” a harsh voice says from the doorway. Karkat stands up, his body small in its pressed uniform. The speaker is a highblood, not obligated to return the salute Karkat is obligated to give; he looks down his aquiline nose and turns contemptuously away.

“Acknowledged,” Karkat says regardless, making his way to the door of his respiteblock. Only two trolls have round-the-clock access to the helmsblock, not counting its sole occupant; himself, for moirail duties, and the Condesce, for duties he prefers to keep far from his mind.

Long ago, Karkat had been an idealist in a world unsuited to idealism. As he opens the door and walks into the ankle-deep water, he can’t imagine what his old thoughts were; they’ve been cleanly excised, along with whatever feelings they carried, along with the memories stripped of life and color. He climbs up the magenta tendrils, hands and knees slipping, until he braces his feet on two familiar loops in the pile and finds himself face-to-face with Sollux.

In a system and a universe that appear designed to manufacture suffering on the whims of the Condesce, it seems as though small actions are all any single person can hope to accomplish. The only way to leave things better than they were, he tells himself, is to render life just a little more livable for someone else. Karkat runs his thumb along a high cheekbone, whispers encouragement, watches the lines of tension ease from Sollux's face for just an instant. This is something he can do. No one else can do it.

"You can do this," he whispers, fingers gentle on Sollux's forehead, ghosting over the tendrils that twine across his hair and face to form his headpiece. The gauges jump in a frantic rhythm as the system repeatedly overtaxes his brain for a huge energy withdrawal, the needles sliding back down as Karkat caresses his cheek; his eyes flare again and again as he spasms and lets out a shuddering, primal moan, pushed much too far, overused and damaged and held together only by the unnaturally prolonged life he never asked for. "You always do this," Karkat continues, moving up to his horns again. Lightning crackles over his hands as he strokes the hard chitin, the harmlessness of that power one of the few remaining signs that Sollux is conscious. "You have to do this, okay?"

In response Sollux merely spasms again, the tendrils that restrain him and channel his power pulsing and squirming around his limbs. Karkat never had been physically attracted to him and he is less attractive all the time, torn up by biotechnology never designed to be gentle, his body suffering a sea-change from troll into usable object. Mingled rivulets of magenta and yellow run down his forehead from the headpiece, but his eyes neither blink nor close against them. Karkat doesn't want to remember what he was like before, his small hive filled with games and bicolored graffiti. He doesn't want to remember anyone else they cared for, anything that anyone has ever tried and failed at. Karkat's hands are soft and careful. He is small in his uniform. He is one troll, and if he were gone, no one would do these things. Not for the Empire, but for Sollux and in a sick, horrible way, for himself.

The only gift Sollux has left to offer in return is his neediness and Karkat devours it, hungry for distraction because there's nothing he wants more. The cold helmsblock is his refuge from the rest of the universe. As long as Sollux continues needing him, he can set aside every other thought. "I'm pale for you," he whispers, pressing his face against Sollux's throat and feeling the harsh rasp of breath passing through his labored trachea. He knows without being told that he is complicit in Sollux's torture, hopelessly codependent with him, every impulse in his body driving him to calm and soothe and never to cause damage. This is why they keep him.

Far above the helmsblock, the Condesce makes elegant gesticulations, issues commands from her throne, strides along the flight deck and impatiently claps well-manicured hands. Far below the helmsblock, a beam of thermal energy builds and builds and finally erupts downward, searing the surface of the planet, boiling the oceans in a single hellish wave of golden, cleansing light.

Deep within the helmsblock, Sollux lets out a shuddering moan and presses his face against a caressing hand. "You're good," Karkat tells him, fetching water to moisten his lips and trickle down his convulsively swallowing throat. "We're good.”

Great prompt, by the way.

i guess i read this prompt differently oops
well now all the girls are little kids and have crushes on john and john is kinda confused

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m61v8zthQB1qilicho1_1280.png

Okay I might be biased since we're both on the same team, but DAMN is this good. Like, I want, nay, NEED more. Love the flip of the Lois Lane/Superman relationship, and just everything about this and... this is desperately crying out for more chapters.

ahhh! no that is exactly what i had in mind, how cute!!

ahhhh sorry for taking forever to respond, hope it didn't come off as disapproval or anything! this is great!!

Diamonds Droog <> Spades Slick

western, brit lit.

Aranea<3Meenah - ghost story + pranks

i like to imagine that they're watching star trek uwu in their jammes

Spades Slick <3< Sn0wman

Dystopia and epistolary

John<>Vriska

Road trip and bildungsroman (coming-of-age)

WV<3PM<3AR

Western and Comedy

Sollux<3Karkat

Whodunit and Satire

“Wow! The peasants get unrulier every year! Do you think you can handle this love?”

“D—>Oh of course your highness

D—>There was never a need to ask”

“Drop the formalities, if you would.”

“D—>By no means your highness

D—> That would be scandalous”

“You say this as if you would not like it.”

Hopefully this fills your prompt! The picture and some more explainations can be found on my tumblr here.

Aradia<3Equius

Greek Mythology and Angst

AAAH HOW ADORABLE!!! i love it oh gosh

Jade<3Rose

Magic and Romcom

Getting into these situations has started to be a matter of course, you blow up one little government house and you've got a fucking subjugglator with a god damned club leveled at you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Okay. You know that one. A subjugglator, naturally. So he's totally within his right to break down your door with the intent of beating your brains out, you can see the shitting splinters and the outside! Fuck that's going to be a pain to fix.

You slide yourself out of your stone recuperacoon, no shiny copper for you any more, you're roughing it, to perch on the edge with green staining your skin. A shiver passes over you and you try and ignore it. He opens his mouth and you nearly fall over, typical subgugglator that, all the things in the world to refrain from smelling like a sewer and he chooses to anyway. You gag theatrically and swing your legs over the side reaching to pull on your shirt when his club thuds lightly into your elbow. "Didn't say I was here on motherfucking business now, did I?" you sneer and continue to pull it on anyway, fastening your belt around your waist before giving him the courtesy of replying. Trousers can wait until your legs have been out of the slime longer.

"If you wanted a social call you should have left me a note! I could have had a platter of food waiting for you. What is it you eat these days?" It's too fucking early for this shit and your banter is failing you. "Because it smells like you're eating as much shit as you spew. How is the high-life treating you?"

He thumps his club down onto your chest, fixing it upright and letting gravity complete the motion again. "It's suiting me just fine, got everything I need all up over there, seems like you're missing hunk of your requirements." What a fucking poser. You brush your mind over his and snap back, your colour drains and he fucking grins, a humourless as grin as you've ever seen and you had a mirror for a while.

Shaking your head, you fix a reflection of his own expression onto your face. "I don't know, if this isn't business then you have some business that isn't your business, so you must be missing something."

He shakes his head long and slow, "Girl, girl, girl, don't you think I can't keep my hands in what belongs to me. Don't you think that's in my fucking control. I've got enough to run my fingers through but I think you're missing something big about the business that you've been laying your name all over, girl. I think you're out of your motherfucking depth." You snort into his face. Now you know he's got a handle on chuckle voodoo it's not adding anything to anything at all, your mind is stronger than that and he's just another fucking huge indigo blood who is in your one and only hive.

"My business is kept to myself, you're the one who inflicts punishment on unsuspecting doors! Though I know how amazing it is and totally understand how you'd want to be a part of it, too bad you-" He brings his club into contact with you arm, casual as anything, looking like he's doing nothing more than swatting a fly, but it's going to leave a bruise the size of your fist. You barely flinch, when he's fucked off back to the royal nook he crawled out of you're going to pat yourself on the back. "- will never get to be. Unless you've decided to join the side that's more fun!"

He moves closer and you realize that the coiling in your gut is more to do with the fact that he's very tall and those muscles lining his arms match the richness in his voice. You slap him and the sound rings out around the walls. It would sound nicer in your old room but you can't have everything. You laugh at the way he glares, seems he honestly thought you'd give up on the first visit and you laugh harder at the thought. Dice fall and you level the resulting sword at his stomach. "See, tonnes of fun!" He grunts and moves back a step, a level of tension rises from your shoulders. "Fix the door and knock next time and I might just let you in."

You probably would without the repair job but it's the precedent that's important. Plus, if he doesn't you will be more than entitled a trip to wherever he rests his ass to steal his door.

Sorry for the very limited inclusion of the genre, I hope you enjoy it!

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM Equius <3 Tavros

FILL: TEAM [eridan♥feferi♥sollux]

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM [Alpha!Dave/Alpha!Rose]

FILL: TEAM Sollux♥Karkat

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3VRISKA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

FILL: TEAM [eridan♥feferi♥sollux]

Re: FILL: TEAM PARCELPYXIS

Re: PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

FILL: TEAM Equius<>Nepeta

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3 TEREZI

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA