BONUS ROUND 1

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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

1. 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.


2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!


3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.


4. 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.
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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.
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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!

Comments

FILL: TEAM Dave<3<Karkat<3Terezi<3Dave

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I hope this is what you wanted! also it... turned into angst oops

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4.12.2016

My name is Rose Lalonde. It is my birthday; I am eighteen years old. Today I was shot in the shin whilst running from the Condesce’s drones. As a result I’m unlikely to be running much in the near future.

Feferi has encouraged me to record my thoughts and feelings in this diary, though I can’t say I see the point (unless I am to analyse myself, which is inefficient at best). Still, my more fictitious works have long passed into oblivion and it’s unlikely anyone else exists who is as informed as I am with regard to of our plight. The onus is therefore on me to keep some kind of record for future generations, the low probability of there being any future generations notwithstanding.

We won. This should have been our reward. A perfect planet laid out for us. And so it was, for the first year or so. The dream bubbles deposited our friends safe and sound. We got to live happily ever after, reunited with the friends we had lost on a near-perfect copy of the Earth we had destroyed.

It was 2010 when the Condesce’s ship came through. We don’t know how she entered our universe, why she’s here or what she wants. As far as I can tell she is searching for a way to recreate the race she once ruled over, fuelled by some desperate desire to return to a home that no longer exists. She is as much a product of the game as we are.

We tried to keep the trolls’ continuing existence secret from her whilst fighting back against her growing power. She is a leech that latches on to anything it can reach and sucks all vitality from it. Perhaps we held her back, but it cost so much and the end result was the same. We weren’t deluded, though I was perhaps the only one who could see how slim our chances were.

She discovered them eventually. Vriska grew tired of waiting and went on a suicide mission to stop her, and now everything we have built is quite literally crashing down around us.

Feferi is doing her best to heal my injury but these weapons are like nothing we’ve seen before. She can keep me alive indefinitely but unless my leg heals I will be entirely dependant on her.

We were headed that way anyway. She is much better equipped to cope with the water. She is also physically and mentally stronger than me. You could say that she’s thriving. The environment now is better suited to her than it was when we first made it.

She insists that I get some rest.

5.12.2040

The horrorterrors came just now and I don’t know ghhas’t thuftg ga'knatt luian’gung ftathk

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I know if I sleep for even a moment they'll come for me but as I get more and more tired I can feel my eyes closing of their own accord and I know that when I do sleep they will be on me. There is a cold ache at the very back of my head, somewhere below my pituitary gland if I remember correctly. I don’t know if they’re stronger because I am weak or if perhaps the Furthest Ring has some involvement. There aren’t any other humans for miles around, so it’s impossible to tell whether this is specific to me.

It must be. Their touch is so intimate.

I thought perhaps my god tier would protect me. I don’t know any more what’s a part of the game and what is yet another blip in the data.

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Feferi is exhausted but it’s nothing new for her. Our sparkling new world made no room for recuperacoons. She is keeping me up with every method she can think of. We have gone through the entire repertoire of the Squiddles soundtrack at least twice.

She is reading over my shoulder as I write. Her skin is cold and prohibits any kind of comfort. We may have finally found a way to keep me awake.

6.12.2040

I fell asleep in her arms and slept through much of the day and following night. When I woke she was leaving to find some breakfast. We dined on fat fish and seaweed, regular staples of our diet now that so much of the world is under water.

I am cold almost all of the time but she says I am the warmest thing in this stinking hideout. She has such resilience against the horrorterrors that it seems to rub off on me. When she is with me they are kept at bay.

Outside the weather is much as it always is. The rain falls with little enthusiasm. The roar of the river permeates everything like it is constantly angry that it is constrained. Its fingers creep into the remnants of meadows and tickle the waterlogged earth.

I can now move my leg and take shuffling steps across the room, leaning on her for support. Slowly but surely, it’s healing.

9.12.2040

We went swimming together today, hoping the exercise would tease out the last aches in my leg. The water was murky and far from calm, but she held me and laughed when a wave knocked me backwards and left me gasping for air. When I’d caught my breath she kissed me. Her lips tasted of salt and I felt something dark move under my skin.

Perhaps the similarity to the Condesce should unnerve me, but it doesn’t. She is everything the Condesce isn’t and if anyone can stop her, it’s Feferi.

We managed a few moments of radio connection today. Florida and New York are both entirely submerged and it’s uncertain how long the rest of America will last. Not satisfied with destroying our species, the Condesce seems also set on destroying our planet, and once she’s finished with us I have no doubt she’ll move onto the next universe she can find.

There’s no way the new Earth can survive this kind of punishment. It’s dying no matter what we do. My main worry is for Feferi and myself in the immediate future. Since Vriska died we have been separated from our friends and I don’t know what has become of them, or if they are still alive. There was a garbled missive from Dave a few weeks ago which made it sound like Terezi was not in great shape, but other than that it’s been silent.

We can survive until our heroic deaths and I will not be unhappy as long as Feferi is here. I have no intention to seek out heroism but I have a terrible feeling that it is seeking us.

15.12.2040

Another drone attack. We dumped their bodies in the river.

19.12.2040

Drones again. Feferi’s arm is broken. Judging by the rate of healing it will be back to normal within a day or so.

22.12.2040

Attacked. Feferi’s arm was still weak but we fought them off.

23.12.2040

Attacked.

24.12.2040

Attacked.

25.12.2040

Attacked. Christmas Day. We celebrated with some old chocolate we’d been saving.

26.12.2040

Attacked.

11.01.2041

The Condesce found us.

Several of her drones had escaped the more recent fights unscathed. We think they told her where we were.

She used her psychic abilities on me and there is a short period during which my memory is hazy. However, Feferi distracted her and from then on the Condesce’s attention was largely focused on Feferi. For my part I had my hands full fighting off drones.

After some

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I fell asleep whilst writing.

I managed to keep the drones off and was slowly wearing them down, but in the meantime I was becoming increasingly tired. The paths highlighted in my mind’s eye became less a matter of dealing the most damage and more simply keeping them off whilst expending the least energy. Feferi and the Condesce showed no sign of tiring.

The world was blurring into a series of glowing pathways overlaid onto the usual drizzle of rain gleaming on metal by the time I had incapacitated all of the drones. I stumbled and collapsed to my knees in exhaustion and may have been unconscious for a moment. When I woke the Condesce and Feferi were still fighting.

The Condesce was paying no attention to me as she lashed out at Feferi. As I stood, slowed by my aching muscles, I saw a single thread of possibility grow brighter and brighter. My arms moved without any conscious intention to ready my needles. I ran, a burst of adrenaline forcing my feet to move. I called on the horrorterrors that were never too well suppressed to help me.

In a few seconds it was over. The Condesce staggered under my weight as I leapt at her and drove my needles into her back. She drove an elbow into my stomach and desperately tried to swing her trident at me, but I kept the needles impaled into her as tendrils flowed from my skin and wrapped around her throat. Feferi took the opportunity to stab her ancestor in the gut.

The empress’ blood stained the ground bright purple.

The heir to the empire caught me as I blacked out.

12.01.2040

We’re still alive and will continue in such a state until chance sees fit to end us. The waters won’t stop rising and we have no idea how to reverse it. From what we can estimate we have a few years until the entire continent is underwater.

Feferi has plans to perhaps find the Condesce’s ship and assume control. We could pilot it anywhere, though there’s nowhere I want to go. After seeking out whatever other trolls and humans are left alive it’s possible we’ll stay in orbit around our drowned prize indefinitely.

I don’t know if drowning constitutes a heroic death. I have no desire to find out.