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.

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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

When she had come to him, offering fame, fortune, and the power to wipe out the shambling monstrosities that were taking over the city (his city, his turf), well - he had refused, of course.

He knew in his bones that the dame wasn't to be trusted.

He should have known that she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

The worst part wasn't the weapon, though that was bad enough - it had none of the cold simplicity of his knives or pistols, didn't deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence as even a butterknife - hell, the thing had tassels for god's sake. The worst part wasn't even the costume, disgustingly frilly as it was.

No, the worst part was how, in order to use his powers - his bright, sparkling cleansing beam - he had to smile.

She had set up his powers this way just to spite him, he was sure. And he swore he wouldn't do it. He swore that, no matter how dire the situation became, he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing that he had debased himself by using her "gift".

But when the things had the hideout surrounded, and there was nary a weapon in sight (she had taken them all, the bitch - magicked everything away, down to the last penknife) - when they battered down the door and swarmed in, and he was engulfed in rotting flesh and the stink of death - in that moment, with yellowed teeth about to sink into his arm, he gave in, and smiled.

The explosion of bright bubbles and bits of rotting flesh that resulted might have been enough to make him think it was worth it, if he'd been a simpleton like Deuce. (Who was he kidding, it wouldn't even take that much - Deuce would have jumped at the chance to wear this getup.)

But he was no simpleton, and so he was left only with the burning, bitter thought that, no matter how gruesome a death he would have faced, saving himself had not been worth sacrificing his dignity.

Only one other thought could burn even hotter than that one -

this was all her fault

and he would make her pay.