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
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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

No one believes there are really ten-foot-long alligators in the sewers just waiting to eat up misbehaving small children. And that's good, Vriska supposes, because there aren't. She almost wishes there were, nowadays-- the quick flash of pain from a gator crunching her in two would be nothing compared to this slow, brutal agony. Because while there aren't alligators in the sewers, there's definitely something down there.

A flesh-eating virus, Kanaya called it, and hey, she's the smart one in their little group of street urchins, petty thieves and swindlers. She's the one who's had book learning from real books, pages and spines and everything. Vriska thinks she held a book once. She doesn't know how to read, though, but Kanaya promises she'll teach her. Later. After she gets better.

"She's lying," Terezi tells her, raising up her head just enough for Vriska to see that the strange black rot covering the left side of her face has finally moved up to engulf one of her sightless eyes. "We ain't gonna get better, Serket. You and me, we're gonna die."

"It's your own fucking fault," Vriska spits back. Her neck itches. She desperately wants to be able to reach up and scratch it, but the last time she made any sudden motions a bit of her hand slid free. "You just had to push me into the sewers, you goddamn bitch, you heard the same rumours I did about something being down there!"

Terezi shrugs unconcernedly, like it doesn't matter that her right shoulder just gave a sickening crack as the bone collapsed in on itself, adding to the gruesome mess that the girl she might have once thought of as sister has made of them both. If she looks closely, Vriska thinks she can see something moving inside the decaying flesh, even with the goo seeping constantly out of her remaining eye. "Didn't think you would be scaaaaaaaared." The drawn-out vowel is said with as much of a mocking tone as is possible when the flesh of one cheek is gone, revealing soft, blackening bones. From Terezi, it's an extremely mocking tone, added to the ever-growing list of reasons why Vriska absolutely loathes her. First and foremost, of course, is the fact that the goddamn traitorous fucking bitch is directly responsible for the way Vriska can swear she feels something wiggling inside the acid-leaking hole that at one point had been her stomach. She doesn't dare look down to see.

"I ain't scared, Pyrope! There isn't a damn thing you could do that would scare meeeeeeee!" Except maybe make her body, already malnourished or whatever fancy rich people lingo Kanaya wants to bandy around this week, fall apart and maybe make way for something slimy and grotesque and wiggly and new. Stuff like this happens to street urchins all the time, with the weird new monsters preying on the weak and no rich people doctor gonna waste his time on little shits like them, but up until now Vriska's always been lucky. She's gonna die. There's nothing left for her to do, but die, and it's already getting a bit harder to think so maybe that sticky grey goop that had been leaking out her nose and ears was what parts of her brain looked like after all.

Maybe the part that lets her feel emotion, because when she says, "I hate you, Pyrope," her voice is empty and hollow and slightly more dead than her body itself.

Her might have been sister's chest caves in as her body is wracked by flesh-tearing coughs. An oily black liquid oozes from the remnants of her mouth as she replies, "I hate you too, Serket. Always wi--" Her words trail off. Vriska waits for a moment, but she doesn't finish her sentence.

It's only then does she realise the other girl is dead.