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

b-best genre choices for these two, unf. brief sexual content!

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"On your three," Captor's voice crackles in his ear as Dave finishes putting down the last bunch of combat drones to come after him.

"Already on it," Dave says. The readout in his glasses is blinking yellow on the right margin: four more incoming. He focuses for a split second on the monitors for his upgrades. They're all in the green. He has plenty more juice left before he needs to slow back down to human speeds. "How about you work on getting that fucking door open for me, cowboy? Can you handle that?"

"While I'm blindfolded, drunk, and getting a blowjob," Captor sneers. "Stop distracting me by trying to get your kicks with security drones."

Dave grins. "Hey, not my fault it's boring waiting for you to finish," he says. The next batch of drones show up and he slides into action, spinning, striking out with his heat blade to sever them at the joints. They look like they're moving in slow motion when all his systems are activated like this. Taking them apart is the work of seconds.

The lights in the corridor die and Dave toggles automatically to infrared. "Tell me that was you," he says.

"No, they're trying to sneak up on you in a tank and they thought it would be easier in the dark," Captor says. "Of course it was me. The system's stubborn, you're going to have to pull the hardware instead of just jacking in the leech."

"What happened to blindfolded, drunk, and getting a—hnnngh," Dave says, as Captor jacks into his systems and starts stimulating his nervous system directly. "Fuck. You are not going to make me finish this job with come in my pants."

Captor sniggers. It's a terrible sound and Dave wants to hurry back and kiss his stupid face to make him stop. "I guess you'd better practice your self control, then," he says.

"When I get back to base," Dave says, watching his own vital signs out of the corner of his vision and willing them back to a resting state, "I'm going to pin you to your overpriced console and fuck the obnoxious out of you."

"Promises, promises," Captor says, and does something to Dave's nerves that feels a hell of a lot like licking his cock. The door to the enemy command center clunks, hisses, and slides open. "Grab me that intel box and I'll think about it."

"Yeah, you'll think about it the whole time you're waiting for me to get home," Dave says as he advances into the room. He deactivates his blade and crosses to the console he needs to disassemble. This shouldn't take long, and then he's going to spend the whole ride back to base telling Captor what he has to look forward to. In excruciating detail.

Dave grins as he starts to disassemble the housing for the secure drive. The mission's going well, but he's really looking forward to the debriefing.