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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 DOLOROSA<3MINDFANG
Fairy Tale + Cyberpunk
FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY
Sollux picks his way over the strewn trash and debris, this little insect of a thing that's all angles and energy amongst the garbage settling slowly in the constant rain. The municipal dump is an environment all its own, alien and animal. Newspapers digest in the moisture, piles of wood pulp and running ink mixing with the stench of greasy old food rotting and the rats that bury like demons into the trash. Computers with their innards cracked open and exposed, glittering green chips and red and black wires, miniscule nuggets of gold and LEDs dead with no power. Everything glints in the obscured moonlight, liquid and dynamic and charged with wavering power. Rain water traces the piping of a broken refrigerator, the rubber insulation stripping all torn out, the rain pattering against every exposed flat surface and the inside filling slowly. Old clothes mat into a sodden mass shot through with ripped-open garbage bags and fast food containers, everything dripping, dripping.
The rain drains them. Running water leaches away the strength of their magic and leaves them nothing more than two little monsters clambering on the scree, hands and feet, tooth and claw and Tavros' wings fluttering uselessly, soaked cold to the bone. He's only been here twice before and never in the rain. Sollux has been here a hundred times, his movements fast and sure-footed like the scurrying of an insect—if he falls he will catch himself, if he slides he will make up ground. He scales the sheer stainless-steel side of a toaster in one quick motion, balancing on the lip of the thing and reaching back, long fingers spread to steady Tavros should he need a hand. He takes it, clambers up the side next to Sollux and crouches down in the rain, nothing but a ripped-out scrap of Cosmo to keep the drips out of his eyes.
Sollux points. "Twenty feet ahead, underneath the broken air conditioning unit. Do you see it?" Tavros' eyes are stuck on Sollux, though, on the stripped rubber vest he's wearing (a former bicycle intertube he'd cut and resewn for Sollux himself), on the little copper shoes with woven-glass soles and the LEDs grafted into his very flesh, red and blue sprinkled like alien eyes down the side of his neck and the exposed skin of his shoulder and arm. Flashing in time with his magical heartbeat. His oversized teeth glint in the red lighting peppered down his jawbone, and for a moment Tavros is caught up in how fragile and alien and beautiful he looks in this light, in this exhausting rain that drains all of Tavros' energy and makes Sollux look like an imp from another world, something to whisk him away into daring and adventure.
"You're not looking," he mutters in annoyance, breaking the glamour. He points again and this time Tavros looks, follows the line of his finger to the air conditioner (drained of the Freon that Sollux keeps in a little pressurized vat in the basement of their nest). Tavros wipes rain off the plastic of his magnification lens, flips it down over one eye and squints in the bad light. It's a battered white cardboard box all but melting in the rain, the side of the thing printed with a glorious black hazmat symbol and ripped open crossways by the tiny titanium dagger Sollux keeps in his belt. Inside he sees the cache of D batteries and the big glass jars of various chemicals he can use and fuse with his animal husbandry magic to warp the creatures he breeds and fights for sport into new and unusual opponents. Win. Dominate. Become something on the Seelie Fiduspawn circuit.
"I said I didn't want to cheat," he says, loud as he kills the magnification.
Sollux shrugs, a drowned wasp in the rain. "How is using human tech cheating? It's just adding a little flavour to the tournament." He flexes the cold joints of his hands, the blue LEDs in his arms pulsing in time.
"Winning is more satisfying," he say into the rain noise, "when I do it the right way." He rears each creature with his own hands, crafts it to fight the way he wishes and then lets it go to do what it was made to do. It feels right. Every bit of power is in his hands until he puts it in the ring.
But Sollux frowns deeper and levels one long finger at Tavros' nose. "Different isn't wrong and you know it. That's stupid. If you don't want to use that shit, fine, but don't try to tell me using human tech is cheating in any way." He crouches down next to Tavros and ducks under the scrap of Cosmo, their faces close as breathing. (He smells like honey and ozone. He always has, but especially here in this human world of rotting technology he loves so much, everything so ripe for the picking.) "You couldn't walk without it."
"I know." He sets his fingertips against the LEDs in Sollux's shoulder, traces the epidermal circuits down his electric skin to the curve of his elbow. "I have you to thank for that."
Because he trusts Sollux and his human tech even though the fae back home in the greenwood never will. Won't understand it like Sollux does, with his drive and his intense apathy for all the magic and court drama that goes on back home. His head is out here.
That sneaky little smirk slowly spreads across his mouth, teeth and a kind of pride that needs not be said. "Yeah, yeah." Then he nods at the box again and catches Tavros' eye. "So do you want the chemicals or not?"
He thinks for a moment. Then grins back. "No harm in testing, right?"
Sollux cackles in the darkness and slips down the other side of the toaster, scrambling for the prize and leaving Tavros to keep up.
Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY
Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY