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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Thank you so much! :D

This is sweet, sweet perfection. I received 10,000 lady-boners from this fanfiction.

i'm not sure if this counts, but i drew a possible scene from those genres!

i imagined meenah and aranea in an argument, when meenah catches aranea off guard with a kiss!

sorry if it doesn't fit the rules! but when i saw this prompt, i thought it was adorable

Wally you're perfect okay

someone please fill this

body swap + sci-fi

Dave<3Bro

0 w 0

Mermaids + Tragedy

Roxy<3Rose

oh wow

Wow, thank you so much, this is absolutely wonderful oh god
definitely bookmarking this to read again (and again and again) later <3

Pity we haven't got a bit of rope oh geez wow

hhhhhh, brilliant

I never thought this prompt would receive three fills, and what wonderful fills they are oh my gosh
The tenth and eleventh stanzas in particular oh gosh I love them

I love all of it

thank you so much

;___;

That was beautiful and heartbreaking.

Pairing: Karkat <3 Rose

Genres: Cob buddies, Steampunk.

You'd make a friend of mine very happy by filling this.

http://i.imgur.com/HdK5r.jpg

uu: OH MY GOD. PuT THAT SHIT AWAY BEFORE MY SISTER COMES BACK.

what uu isn't telling us is that this was all his idea

Whoa. Whoa. That was beautifully written and it felt... very intimate, and yet slightly detached which is kind of a strange combination and slightly paradoxical but it works. Maybe detached is not the right word. I don't know. All I know is that it was flipping good. Thank you, so much.

Fill contains NPC murder/cannibalism, consensual injury, thoroughly broken moral compasses, and Equius having no goddamn sense of self-preservation.

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This is your last night here; before dawn you will have packed up everything into the caravan and started off again, most of you slumbering in the wagons while Maryam and the carapacians shepherd the day-shift travels. You will be glad to be rid of this town. It's a primarily human settlement, which means that most of you are forced to subdue your performances (Makara in particular chafes at the restraint, and if you enjoy the way he takes it out on you, still you know it bodes not well for the troupe). Humans are frailer and more easily frightened by your monstrosity than other trolls.

You tear away the last of the chains you broke free of in your act, as Serket leads the audience on to the next marvel. "The fairy boy who can charm the fiercest of beasts," she's saying. "Fearless in the face of a starving pridebeast! Willing to bare his throat to its fangs, willing to suffer the embrace of the most poisonous snakes! Come see him face death! Will he escape unharmed, or will this be the night that his luck runs out?"

You've seen Nitram's act, and while you suppose you can appreciate the courage it displays, you don't care for it. You also can't take it seriously in a place like this: in human towns, the part of the starving pridebeast is played by Nepeta's lusus.

Instead you head for the shrouded tent of the Seadweller Princess! Real! Alive! The painted banners outside depict Feferi at her wildest, baring needle-sharp teeth at the viewer. When you look at them you always imagine you can see a spark of amusement in her eyes, that people would believe her so fierce. Your bloodpusher flutters at her loveliness.

When you enter the tent you can hear her humming to herself, some popular melody that Pyrope has been playing on the gramophone in the mornings after shows. You navigate the overlapping baffles of curtains carefully, so you don't tear any of them by mistake, and because you are being so slow and careful you hear the whispered voices ahead of you.

"...had one before either, have you?" one voice says. You still.

"No, it's just, those damn teeth," the other complains. "What if she bites?"

You grit your teeth. You have a feeling you know what brings them here.

The first voice snickers. "Come on. We'll handle it. It'll go fine."

People are always surprised that you can move quietly, but you had Nepeta to teach you, and she is a hunter without peer. You follow the voices—two human males, young adults, slipping out from behind the curtains and edging toward Feferi's saltwater tank. The gaslamp above shines dim, warm light on the water, illuminating her where she sits at the edge of the tank admiring herself in a hand mirror. The rest of the tent is dark, too dark for humans' limited night vision.

"Pretty little freak," one of the humans murmurs. The other one laughs nervously.

You reach out for the nearer one and snap his neck.

Feferi sits bolt upright, dropping her mirror into the tank with a splash. "Equius, I can't bereef you!" she says, glaring past the surviving human and straight at you.

"I beg your forgiveness, your majesty," you say. The remaining human yelps and tries to flee, but you catch him—as gently as you can; you don't think you've broken anything, though he whimpers—and hold him fast.

Feferi's fins are quivering, her cheeks flushing fuschia. "I cod have taken care of myself," she says.

"Please, forgive me," you say. Then you dare, "Forgive my shellfishness."

She bites her lip, scrunching up her nose as if she's trying desperately not to smile. You melt, just a little. "Well," she says. "I guess you were just trying to kelp."

"Absolutely, your majesty," you say. The human squirms in your grip, taking a breath as if to cry out, and you lean down to breathe in his ear. "If you scream, I will break all the bones in your limbs," you tell him quietly. He droops.

Feferi retrieves her double-ended trident from the water, a flashy golden weapon that the marks often think is a simple costume prop. You know better. "Bring us the prisoner!" she demands, pointing the trident at you. You tremble with adoration. Even here, exiled and debased to the level of carnival attraction, her nobility shines.

"Hey, come on," the human says. "I didn't do nothing, we were just—"

"Silence," you tell him, as you pull him into the radius of the gaslamp. "You will answer her majesty's questions and no more."

"That's right!" Feferi says. "Nofin to fear if you cooperate."

You're certain she is lying to comfort the condemned. She is kind and gracious to the innocent, but she is not naive enough to believe this human among that number. If you could hear their whispers, so could she.

She crosses her arms on the edge of the tank and leans forward, trident dangling loosely from one hand. The human looks not at her horns, as would be properly wary, but at her chest. "So," she says, "for what porpoise did you come sea me tonight?"

The human tries to squirm. You do not permit it. "We just wanted to see you again," he says, and you grit your teeth to hold yourself back from another act of violence. "Not often a girl as pretty as you comes through this town."

Feferi lets her hair spill over her shoulders, toying with it. "Did you hear that?" she says. "I'm a pretty gill."

Sometimes you suspect she says things solely—ha—as an excuse for puns. "You are indeed, your majesty," you agree.

Her eyes sparkle. "Let the prisoner apperch the throne!" she says. "We shell reward him for the flattery."

The human hesitates; there are limits to his stupidity after all. You nudge him and he stumbles forward.

Feferi reaches for him. "Kiss me," she says.

When the human steps into her reach, she leans forward and slides her free arm around him—then arches back, pulling him off his feet and into the water with her. The noise he tries to make is barely audible over the splash, and then he's under the water and any other protest he could make is drowned. In the dim light you can scarcely see what's happening in the water, but you don't need to see the details to know.

Bubbles burst on the surface for a moment, and then there is a bloom of bright red human blood, that unnerving animal shade that you can never quite believe came from a person. The water in her tank will need to be changed before you reach the next town.

You glance back at the other body. You should bring it with you; as a troupe, you are excellent at disposing of them. Feferi eats the soft insides, and sometimes she'll keep a skull to add to the little pile in the bottom of her tank: properly weathered and lacquered, they, too, look like props. Nepeta splits the long bones for the marrow, and Makara grinds the remainder for his paint. It's more good, you think, than some of these humans ever did by being alive.

It takes long minutes before Feferi surfaces; you have remained to stand guard. She shakes her head, pushes her hair back from her face, and smiles. "Now you," she says.

You swallow hard. "As you wish," you say, and step up to the edge of the tank. The edge of it is chest-high for you, so when she leans her elbows on it you appear to be of a height.

She kisses you, and you taste the too-sharp copper of human blood and flesh in her mouth, but you do not protest—nor when she nips your bottom lip and spills your blood into the kiss. She suckles at the tiny cut and you could die happy at her soft sound of pleasure.

"I know I should just eat the wicked," she says, her cool thin arms draped over your shoulders, "but you taste so much betta."

"You could, you know," you admit quietly. She does know. You're certain. "I would not fight you."

She swats your broken horn, almost gentle enough to be conciliatory, and blows an exasperated sigh through her gills. "Don't be sealy," she says. "If I did that you'd be gone. I'd miss you and Nepeta would be all abalone."

You bow your head, chastened. You would feel horrible about leaving Nepeta. "That would be an unfortunate outcome."

Feferi runs her claws delicately across your cheek, down your throat. Her eyes are so bright. "Maybe just a nibble," she says.

You sweep your hair back from your shoulder, baring your flesh to offer. Your bloodpusher pounds with anticipation.

Her bite is quick and precise, a single tiny mouthful of flesh, not even deep enough to do more than graze the muscle. You swallow the sound of pain and think of the fact that you please her, the fact that she has marked you as her own.

Your blood on her lips is the most beautiful thing in the world.

wow jeez thank you!!!!! ;_; I never expected so many people to like my story <3333

"Golly ho it is sure crime today." Says Jake the adventure one.

"Okay let me tell you about crimes did you know crimes originated in the 1350s also the deep personal connection between crime and I know about everything let me tell you about this more." Murmured Aranea sensually, motivated by her sexuality.

Aranea spun dramatically in her trenchcoat and then clung sidewaysishly to Jakes arm. She pointed with her pointing finger into the sky and said "Jake it is there that I am seeing the plane of the bad criminal we are trying to catch because we are detectives who are catching the bad man criminal."

"Yeah I like totally know." Said Jake compassionately as he began to morph into a wheelbarrow. "Oh no my disease is activating how will we catch the bad now." He told Aranea apathetically.

"what a drama." said aranea, gliding towards the concrete and putting her face into her hands which were cupped like a bowl of soup that is holding hot soup for small children when they are sick except the soup was the tears she cried into her hands and if you fed it children they would taste only pain.

"now im better." said jake and he stopped being a wheelbarrow.

"that is badass you are so hard boiled egg." said aranea, her heart going doki doki desu. she opened her eyes and let the sun shine down on her and they knew that in that moment they were infinite.

"golly jeez british beans on toast bad teeth and good television is that a criminal i have seen???" asked the jake one

"yes i am becoming sure that you are seeing a bad criminal what will you do you are the one who is apprehending the bad criminal"

they did a fistbump in joy when they saw the criminal and went to catch him

"life is very hard for us." said them as they arrested the criminal. jake had to take off his pants and dance to make the criminal stop.
"no this dancing it is making me want to dance." said the criminal as they were arresting him and doing a tango

"dDANCE ING OFF." whispered jake when the criminal was on the ground writhing in pain from dance fever.

aranea swooned and jake dipped her, putting his hand on her fine waist. "wow i am becoming so hard." he said. "boiled."

aranea looked passively at him and acted like megan fox in transformers.

then they kissed and the beathoven music played and a flower fell onto jakes butt to represent how bootylicious he was. they began to dance again as a mob man came to bow at their feet

LOVE DEFEATS ALL the end

This is really cute!!! Thank you!

Not actually sure what I was doing here, but I gave it a shot xD

Sollux Aradia, film noir and paranormal

Thank you. I'd offer tissues, but...well, internet.

It would have been longer, but Dreamwidth's 16,000 character limit was a bit of a barrier (as was the fact that the original draft was fifty-nine words from the limit for writing submissions).

ahhhhhhhhh! this is really cute. -3-/

How to ____ + Hurt/Comfort

Dave<3Dave

This is lovely.

Ink

The digital part is that it's supposed to be interactive

I'm also making a powerpoint that animates and stuff though too so lsjaslkfj;
I just wanted to get this out there because the animation is taking a lot longer than I anticipated

This is so cool looking! I love the lighting effects. Thanks so much! :D

Dave<3Jade<3John<3Rose<3Jade (just all the B1 human kids lovin up on eachother)

in a guadianswap + apocalypse scenario (rapid climate change, zombies, meteor hurtling toward earth--whatever you like!)

I just think some alt kids in a really desperate situation would be cool 0 w 0

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3DAVE

FILL: Team Aradia<>Tavros

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

Prompt: Team Dave♥Roxy

Prompt: Team Dave♥Roxy

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <> ARADIA

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

FILL: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <> ARADIA

FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<>VRISKA

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

Re: FILL: Team Aradia<>Tavros

FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3JADE

FILL: TEAM BRO <3 JOHN

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO <3 JOHN

Prompt: Team Dave♥Roxy

Re: FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

Re: FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3JADE

Prompt: Team Dave♥Roxy