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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PERFECT! Good job<3

Going to start working on this...

...I MADE WHINING PUPPY SOUNDS LANFVNASDJH THANK YOU SO MUCH
this is just... wow omg just WOW

//bookmarks

{I really hope this is ok!}

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Dark magic was never something to be studied carelessly, and it was never something one should feel like they could control; The deeper you go, the more you have to be careful, and humble, and good. Being greedy about powers and summoning would only bring tragedy, and the higher you were on the hierarchy, the more careful you had to be. Rose knew it very well; Apparently, the Grand Master did not, judging by the supposedly sealed ancient gods that were now rampaging through the world, breaking all pretenses of masquerades the mages and their familiars upheld during centuries.

She and Jade met in the night the world was ending, dragged and pushed along a group of human survivors to whatever safe place they could find. Rose recognized her instantly as a white witch and Jade was the first to realize exactly what Rose was; her eyes were wide and scared when Rose smiled, putting a finger over her lips.

The horrorterrors were laying pitch-black boiling destruction over the world and everybody was busy trying to survive, so it took the others a couple of months to catch their mistake.

Jade reappeared into existence with a quiet pop and the smell of ozone.

They could see half the city from the remains of the AGT building, and Rose’s nocturnal eyes detected any movement even in the scarce light of the crescent moon. The tall piles of rubble from the demolished buildings around surrounded them like trenches and, past them, the things trudged aimlessly, leaving behind trails of deep purple goo. One of them was lying in the middle of the street, body chained to the ground by finger-thin smoky tentacles, and Rose was sitting on the ground and looking at her hands, focusing.

“Sorry I’m late” – Jade said, crouching behind the sniper rifle secured in one of the broken windows - “Magic or bullets?”

Rose shook her head once.

“Magic, then.” – She took a sharp breath and muttered a ‘goodbye, motherfucker’; a second later, Rose could feel the pressure of her own magic vanishing, and asked Jade why she took so long.

“Rose, you’re speaking in festertonges again!” – Jade said, hugging her hard and kissing her cheek – “Kisses will make you better.” – and she kept kissing her cheeks, her neck, her lips, until Rose laughed and kissed her back.

“Jade, I don’t think kissing and hugging is the correct antidote to black magic corruption.”

“But it worked! You’re normal again, hehe.” – She answered, lying on the floor and dragging Rose with her.

“I wouldn’t have had to slip into black magic if you were back here on time.”

“I’m sorry, Rose! They didn’t want to let me stand guard again tonight, so I had to do a little arm twisting.”

“Not literally, I hope.”

“Well…”

“You’ll end up in trouble” – Rose said, running her fingers in Jade’s hair. – “But they’re right; you should rest a while, instead of keeping guard every night. They don’t know I am here and they think you are exhausting yourself.”

“I wouldn’t have to keep guard every night if you had let me talk to them!” – Jade said, frowning – “I miss you, and if you were there for real we could be together every day.”

“They have their reasons for not wanting a dark mage shouting eldritch curses in her sleep around them. Besides, I’m happy enough that you still want me around, their approval is not necessary. But if we don’t want to make them suspicious, you should let someone come keep guard once in a while. They overlook your powers because they are useful and they think they are harmless, but no one would be so tolerant if they knew the nature of our relationship.”

“I know, but… it’s not fair.”

They kissed again, and Jade let out a sigh.

“Rose?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Outside, unspeakable terrors lurked in the shadows, tearing down walls and breaking minds and souls apart, turning people into mindless hungry monsters.
--

Terezi<3Vriska

Ghost story + coming of age

Karkat Vantas had never met an individual quite like Rose Lalonde. Her way with words and her mannerisms seemed to... fascinate the boy. And irritate him, at the same time. Either way, he couldn't leave her alone.
Today, however, it almost felt like she was playing games with him. Powers? Rose was unique but...

"You're telling me, that you can fucking use magic? Come on." the boy growled.

"When did I ever mention the word magic? I merely stated I have a little bit of telepathic powers in the form of levitation." she gazed at him, with those mysterious lavender eyes of hers.

"Same fucking shit, I'll believe it when I see it." he turned away quickly.

Rose smirked. She motioned him to sit down next to her in front of the desk. He followed, still skeptical.

"It's not much, but..." Rose began to levitate a pencil and an eraser, her hands moving above the items. They floated up towards her. Karkat scooted closer, unable to believe his eyes.

"No fucking way. No. fucking. way." his eyes widened in awe of the floating school supplies. Rose smiled, and finally let them drop. She looked at Karkat who was now several inches from her face. She pinkened and turned away quickly.

"That's about it... I can levitate small objects, nothing large at the moment nor can I read thoughts as far as I know." she said. Karkat was still amazed, staring at her.

"Still though, that's fucking amazing. You're... kind of fucking amazing okay?"

(I'm not entirely sure what I just wrote. I don't know how good I am at writing cerebral AR, but the prompt was too good to pass up. Hope you like it.)

When I first talked to him, I thought he was just Dirk for a moment. Just my other self, my older self, my creator. The first thing that came at me were the six characters for color, and they matched him up to the one I knew so regularly. I almost skipped right over the second letter that preceded the message, the G-where-there-should-have-been-T, but I didn't. Obviously. Computers this good don't make mistakes.

"caw caw," the message said, when you strip off all the tags and other information that Pesterchum relays right to my nonexistent cortex. I guess he was looking for Dirk. But he found me, and I proceeded to be insufferably robotic. He proceeded to be insufferably birdlike. We actually had a lot in common, not that we would ever talk about it. Always too cool to talk about it, reflections of already fragmented coolkids, never honest with ourselves or with the world because we just showed the world what they wanted to see. Even with each other, when we neither expected nor wanted any sort of facade, we kept them up. It was just what they did.

I wish I had some sort of touching romantic story about how we met, but we never met. Obviously. I'm a pair of glasses, a string of zeros and ones at the most basic, and he's a physical being. Well, a sprite. Which makes him, technically, an undead metaphysical game-based construction, a figment, a more organic series of ones and zeros. But it was an incompatible language. He still saw the world as any other organic being did, and he could no more meet me in my world than I could he in his.

So I can't relay the color of his gorgeous hair or the way his eyes sparkled when he first saw me. I can tell you that I've processed pictures of him, that his glasses weren't nearly pointy enough and that he looks much more like a kid than a bird, that I couldn't find a single part of him that didn't look to me like a creamsicle pixel. I would've looked good on him, but that never happened.

Mostly, I knew him by his words.

We rapped together, and rapping wasn't what Dirk built me for, but even then I'm basically him, and it's been a fair while since I could find a match. He would spin metaphors until they got completely out of control, and I would tamp them down, temper them, make them make sense again. Occasionally, I fixed his grammar. Gotta put the kid in his place sometimes.

They told me he was doomed. I always thought it was dumb, because obviously we all were and that hadn't stopped any of us, but no. Maybe he was more doomed than the rest of us, maybe it just happened, but one day I went to pester him and he wasn't there.

It was silent in my dark little world for entirely too long.

I feel like this is a really shitty memoir. He deserves better. Someone who actually met him, maybe. Someone who could talk about his gorgeous face and sunny disposition. But I guess he gets me.

I could pull up any of our chat logs, show you how good he was at cryptic problem solving. And rapping. And the art of the ironic bird call. But you'd probably all die of cool overdose, two coolkids not holding back at all on the icy chill mannerisms. Gotta dial it back for polite company, but when it's just a pair of coolkids having tea for two, it's no holds barred.

Yep. It was great.

Yep.

Gog. I miss that motherfucker.

Eridan<3Karkat

slice of life + coming of age

Awww. So sweet. <3 And yes, the inclination to help is certainly a Karkat thing, and he wouldn't be the same without it.

Sollux<3Roxy

Cyberpunk + Romantic Comedy

Yesyesyesyes. I am drawing this. Yes.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5frp6hlsc1qgxnlno1_500.png

i feel like this is lacking a bit in the steampunk part, sorry!
hope this is okay!

Jake<3Jane

Sea Story + Romantic Tragedy

Tavros<3Vriska, Western/magic realism

How about a Ghost Story and Romcom mix for John<3Karkat??

Bro<3Dad<3Mom, detective/occult

Disciple<3Psiioniic with romantic comedy, tragicomedy?

aradia♠vriska
cyberpunk + urban fantasy

Oh hell yiss I am doing this BRB

her hard yet inviting mouth filled with teeth as pointed as his nipples became every time she exposed them to him in a reckless, dangerous smile.

I'M DEAD, I GIVE UP, SHIPPING OLYMPICS OVER.

Let's see.

Rose <> Dave, high fantasy + post-sburb

I am consumed with an intense need to make an audio recording of this masterpiece.

Will fill later once I'm not on hiatus, bookmarking for then

Robinsonade + Black Comedy , for Jake <3 Arenea <> Meenah <3< Jake.

Magical girl + medical drama for Kanaya<>Eridan

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM KARKAT♥KARKAT

no subject

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TAVROS

PROMPT: KARKAT<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

FILL: TEAM [Dirk<3Roxy]

PROMPT: KARKAT<3KARKAT

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

PROMPT: JADE<3JOHN

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3VRISKA

PROMPT: JADE<3JOHN

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3 TAVROS

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<>TAVROS

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM CRUXTRUDER

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

no subject

PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KANAYA<3ROSE