hs_olympics | 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
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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Could someone make a combination film noir and sitcom for Jane<3Gamzee?

It was just like any other day when Private Eye J first met him; all swank with his trinkets and exuberant sense of style. Little did she know that purchasing a vial of suspicious looking liquid toted as a “love potion” of sorts on that dreary late-afternoon to get him to split the scene would mark the first of many encounters with this individual. He came and went as he pleased, and no matter how hard-boiled her methods, she could not find a trace of the man afterwards. A phantom of the night.

A person of interest.

But the city never sleeps as they say, so life went on as her leads one by one dried up. Dames and gents alike paid visit to her office with a sticky situation or a promising mystery for her to solve in the meanwhile.

The second time she met the man was during an undercover mission. Fedora on head and fake mustache in place, she--most assuredly, merely momentarily--abandoned her case to give chase to the stranger. Meeting eye contact with him was a whirlwind thunderstorm in the drought that became of his case and she was determined not to lose him. Who was he? Where did he come from? What exactly was in that bunk potion? How many others fell victim to his wares? She was certain he was not to be trusted and it electrified her nerves. That, or she was spurred on by the desire to win back her side of the pranksters gambit between them since falling for his tomfoolery. Comedy was in her blood after all. She was not about to let herself be outmatched by this joker of a character.

He gave her quite the runaround before she had him cornered in an alleyway. Breathing hard, she laughed in her distinctive way, “Hoo hoo! Why aren’t you the slippery devil!”

“The store is all up and motherfuckin’ closed, my fine-ass sister. Permanent-like, you dig?” he’s cool as a cucumber despite the detective blocking his only clear exit. Neither of them have drawn weapons, but that could all change in an instant with just one wrong move if she‘s reading the current situation right. Although, honestly, while he’s clearly focused there is still enough blankness to his expression that there could be any number of reasons behind his smile. To cast his every action in doubt is how she chose to understand him best under the circumstances.

“Oh! Now I do wonder how that could possibly happen,” she’s seen and heard much worse than his brand of vulgarity and so pushes onwards undeterred. “Might it be that you do not have a merchant’s permit, mister…? Well shucks, I don’t believe I know your name!”

He had laughed at her then. Nasally, and nearly sounding like a “honk” if that weren’t just so absurd! She learned of his agility when he jumped and ran along the face of a wall to pass her with seemingly ease. Then, the moment she turned around to pursue him anew was exactly when a fluffy cream pie had hit her dead center in the face. That cad! And a coward too! Oh, how her pranksters gambit plummets! She suffered her loss to the fool.

It was on that day, while wiping cream from her delicate taped-on mustache, that Detective Jane Crocker had sworn to herself that she would not underestimate him again.

From joy buzzers and slippery banana peels to wooden nickels and smoke pellets, Jane had every intent to enjoy herself immensely in their encounters that followed. And so she did.