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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!
PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI
FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY
The Castle Condesce sat high in the mountains, clinging perilously to a dark cliff face. The stone it was carved from was black as night, cool sparkling obsidian. Climbing into towers was a dangerous prospect, not only would the fall kill you but any sharp edge of the building's material could cut as surely as a knife.
Rose Lalonde was not one to be deterred by such dangers. She tapped her wand three times on the sparkling, silken rope in her hands, chanting that deep and guttural tongue of the ancients, and then tossed it into the air. It flew up and up and up, faster than the fastest falcon and wrapped itself around a turret. Rose tugged the Rose, making sure that it would hold. While she had the utmost faith in her magicks she was no fool.
With the tope secure she began her ascent. Foot by foot she worked her way up the sheer black wall of the castle. Her potions for strength and endurance burned through her body, making her muscles feel like they were on fire and her hair float, pale and glowing with the excess magickal energy she was giving off. Rose was thankful for the Condesce's egotism which meant there were no live guards on the battlements. The stone statues that scanned the skies could be fooled by simple glamours, mere child's play for a sorceress as powerful as Rose.
The potions were beginning to wane by the time Rose heaved herself into the tower window. Inside the castle was much different. Rather than the sharp carvings of the exterior the interior walls were curved in strange organic shapes. Rose ran a hand over a spiral relief. The stone was warm and slightly tacky. It was almost like touching the inside of a mouth. Rose pulled her hand away.
She pulled her wands from her sash and held them ready as she exited the tower room. The strange walls continued throughout the building. The light was violet and did not come from candles, rather from glowing gems set in the ceiling which flickered and blinked as Rose passed. She stepped lightly, barely making a noise on the oddly squishy floor.
The castle was laid out in a most unusual way. It was almost as if it was a great living animal. If it was, Rose was following the circulatory path straight to its heart. It seemed to be the most logical place to go. The halls were empty but not silent. There was a low pitched, rhythmic noise that radiated from the walls. A heartbeat. As Rose journeyed towards the center it grew louder. The carvings on the wall changed as well. It became apparent that they were some sort of pipe, pumping a strange warm liquid through the eerie structure.
Rose turned a corner and entered a grand corridor. At the far end was a bright light, yellow in tint, clashing with the violet of the overhead glow. Rose tightened her grip on her wands and strode towards the glowing, squinting her eyes as she boldly plunged into the next room.
The heart of the Castle Condesce was huge, stretching around Rose like the belly of a behemoth. That was the only comparison to make. The walls were ribbed and dripped yellow. In the center was a pillar of tangled wires which twitched to and fro. Rose approached it cautiously.
"Hello little human," came a lisping male voice. Rose's wand crackled to life as she readied a defensive spell. The voice laughed in response.
"Show yourself," Rose commanded.
The mass of wires shifted, parting themselves so that Rose could see the ghastly pale troll tangled within. The wires not only surrounded him, they were embedded into his flesh as well.
"You're too late," the troll said.
"How so?" Rose asked.
"I assume you are here to defeat the Condesce, am I wrong?"
"No, you are quite right in that regard."
"Well you see, the Empress has been dethroned already. Dethroned and beheaded. I know, you must be so disappointed."
"Excuse my skepticism," Rose said, not lowering her wands. "But I'd prefer to double check her deceased status personally."
"Be my guest," the troll said. "Literally. I am the castle, after all."
"I see," Rose said. She eyed the dripping walls, searching for the prying eyes of the Condesce's insect-like servants.
"She's right through these doors," the troll said. "I'll light the way for you."
The floor glowed golden, marking a path through one of the round exits from the heart room. Rose followed it warily. It led to another gallery where on a low pedestal laid the body of the Condesce. And on a separate podium, her head.
"Told you," the troll's voice came from the walls.
"That you did," Rose said. "It seems that my journey here was quite pointless."
"I wouldn't say that," the troll said. "My name's Sollux by the way. Why don't you stay awhile?"
Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY
thank you!
Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY
FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX
They said he wouldn't live past 5, but here was Sollux Captor, 13 years past his expiration date, still trudging through his miserable existance. They said something in his brain was wrong, his wires were crossed, and the migraines, dizzy spells and occasional blackouts were things he would live with the rest of his life. He knew he was a burden to his friends and family, couldn't even sustain a regular job to help offset his medical visits and therapy.
He'd always hated the little checkups with Dr. Scratch, the old fool always had a way of making him feel insignificant, and helpless, like he knew everything about the world like some omnipotent being. But...since he passed away, Sollux had begun seeing a new therapist, one of the first ladies in her profession, and Doctor Lalonde was a lady in every sense of the word. Her smile was enough to reassure him, that things could be better. Would be better. She didn't look down on him, in fact, he looked at her more as a friend he was visiting, rather than someone he was required to see. Their conversations often led nowhere in particular, and after a time, it seemed that she was just as sad as he was when the grandfather clock chimed 3, signaling the end of his time, and the beginning of her next appointment.
She'd been doing everything in her power to help him, putting in long hours of research, writing letters to those at the forefront of medicine. One evening, he was surprised by a feverish knocking at his door, and he opened it to find Rose, panting as if she'd run the whole way. "Sollux, I found someone. I found someone who I think can help." She grabbed him by the hand, "Pack your things, we're to be in London tomorrow."
"Tho thith ith thuppothed to fix me?" he swallowed, eyeing the leather bindings being tightened on his limbs. She nodded, taking his hand.
"This new procedure will actually rewrite some of your genetic code, hopefully correcting your misfiring neurons in your cortex." Rose refused to leave his side during the procedure.
"But what if I'm not the thame perthon when I wake up....if I wake up. What if I don't remember anything?" He gripped her hand, afraid that she would slip through his fingers. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes, he didn't want to forget, didn't want to be a new person...he just wanted to be normal.
"I will help you remember." She said, as she leaned forward, kissing Sollux as the needle entered his arm, the miracle serum searing its way through his veins, as the light of her love burned brightly in his heart.