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

Dave<3Tavros

Space Opera + Slice of life

The door flashed open, briefly letting in the noise from the rest of the busy space station. As quickly as it had come, it was gone. The only noise filling the apartment was the heavy metal clang of footsteps down the hallway towards the living room.

"You're home exactly two days, 15 hours, twenty-three minutes and four seconds early from your three week space flight battle simulations training," the voice was deadpan, smooth without a hint of emotion.

Tavros flung his pilot jacket over the back of the recliner. The airman turned towards the voice.

Before him stood a machine, for that's the highest that anyone would consider this being. Specifically, he was a Domestic Assistant and Vigilant Escort unit. He smiled at it. Reached a hand to caress a smooth silver cheek. The metal wore the heat of his fingerprints as he pulled away. The machine seemed to follow his fingers away, begging silently for more touch.

Tavros eyed the static hair, the removable eyeshields and clothing this mess of gear and wires wore. How seamless this creature was, how captivated he was by it.

Tavros nodded and walked towards the kitchen.

"If you had informed me sooner, I would have prepared for a meal to be ready upon your arrival," and no one would believe Tavros if he said it sounded concerned.

Or well, if they did think he had any sort of emotions or free-thinking, they'd probably have it melted down to comply with safety protocols for possible artificial intelligence outbreaks.

"Don't trouble yourself, D.A.V.E. I simply completed my tasks faster than the others," he explained, though he didn't think he should have to.

The machine moved to pull out a pan to begin making a meal.

He opened the cooling box with a quick "don't worry about it," and pulled out ingredients for a sandwich.

It was as he was spreading the mayo that the fighter pilot stiffened to the feeling of smooth arms under his shirt snaking their way around his waist.

"I missed you," a desperate emotion from the once flat voice.

"D.A.V.E.!," Tavros cried.

He spun around, dropping the knife, one hand over the machine's mouth and frantically looking around.

Cool fingers pried him away, am argent eyebrow raised from behind the eyeshields.

"I checked the place 16 times today alone for surveillance equipment. We're safe, Tav. Come on and trust me on this one, fly boy."

Tavros relaxed his shoulders and sighed. He wraps his arms around the cool metallic body, hand cradling the back of his head.

Their lips met. The metal's pliancy a miracle of modern technology, but still foreign when compared to real flesh. The tongue moving against his own stronger than anything a natural human could be. Tavros' nails scraped along the back of D.A.V.E.'s head rather than through hair, while hard fingers work his cropped mohawk upright.

"Come on, Tav," the machine mumbled against his lips. "You've been gone far too long... I need you."

"Bedroom," Tavros breathed out.

Sandwich abandoned, D.A.V.E. led the human down the hall.

The machine smiled at Tavros, looking out over his eyeshields as he leaned back onto his elbows into the plush mattress. And it's the unspoken emotion there that melts the pilot every single time, why he's risking everything he worked so hard for to keep him a secret.

And yeah. It's worth it. It will always be worth it.

oooooooh nice

robot dave * q *

glad you enjoyed it!

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

Re: FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave