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

Vriska hears the ghosts before she sees them. They seep through the cracks between the stones that build her hive like an ocean has been upended on top of her, and it takes them so long that she starts to think she’s losing it, hearing whispers that demand to know why she killed their owners. She kills lots of people! But she always makes sure that she’s mind-riding them right up until the moment of death so she can make sure they won’t become poltergeists.

Or at least that’s what she thought she was doing. It turns out that maybe all she was getting out of that was dying screams that wrote themselves on her brain and pushed whatever had been good in her further down underneath a heavy load of fucked-up lusus responsibility, because when the ghosts twist raglike into her vision she recognizes every one of their faces. At first she sits on the floor in a little fort made of broken eight balls, thinking maybe they’ll get bored of tormenting her and leave, but they keep spiraling around her, trying to suck her down in their whirlpool. She flings eight-ball fragments at them, but of course they just go through and shatter into even tinier shards on her walls. She tries to force her way into their minds and make them go away, but it’s like keeping her grip on a tub full of surprise noodles; they writhe away and mock her for the effort. She leaves, running from her hive across the bluffs in the cool night, but the ghosts follow her, and they’re not impeded by the rocks that catch her feet or the dead branches that lash her arms.

Nothing will make the ghosts go away, and she’ll be damned eightfold if she lets it upset her, she thinks, as the tears roll down her face. She plugs her ears with spongy corks of spider silk to keep out the whispers; it helps, for a little while, long enough for her to log on to Trollian and get a hold of Terezi.

AG: Ha ha, very funny, Pyrope! Can we quit the game now and get 8ack to... the other game?
GC: 1 DONT KNOW WH4T YOUR3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT
AG: 8ullshit!!!!!!! I 8et you sicced one of your little low8lood 8uddies on me to get me 8ack for crippling Tavros!
GC: 4CTU4LLY
GC: NO >:\
GC: 1S TH3R3 SOM3ON3 BOTH3R1NG YOU?
AG: Quit pl8ying coy.
GC: YOUR3 TH3 ON3 WHO 1S R3FUS1NG TO T3LL M3 4NYTH1NG YOU KNOW
GC: SCOURG3 S1ST3RS ST1CK TOG3TH3R BUT ONLY 1F 1 H4V3 4NY 1D34 WH4T 1S GO1NG ON >:[
GC: 1S H3 CR1PPL3D FOR GOOD? DO YOU KNOW TH4T FOR SUR3?
GC: VR1SK4, YOU KNOW 1
GC: W3LL
GC: YOU KNOW, BUT 1F YOU K33P TURN1NG ON P3OPL3 W3 4R3 4CTU4LLY FR13NDS W1TH 1 W1LL NOT B3 4BL3 TO 4B1D3 BY YOUR M1SCONDUCT!
GC: VR1SK4?
GC: VR1SK4 4R3 YOU TH3R3

Vriska drags her wrists over her eyes and catches her choking, shuddering breaths. Terezi is lying through her stupid pointy teeth, she knows it. Nothing happens to her that Terezi doesn’t know about, and vice versa! They are sisters to the end, and lately Vriska has been trying to get up the gall to ask her - oh, it doesn’t fucking matter what she wants to ask her, because she is a dirty stinking liar and nobody wants redrom with liars.

Fuck.

She wipes her eyes again and puts her hands back to the keyboard.

AG: Yes, I’m here, you dum8 asshole!
AG: I was g8ing something to drink! Some of us actually have lives outside the gru8top and need to do things like eat!!!!!!!!
AG: Anyway you are a stupid f8cking liar and I h8 you so much I could sp8. Pl8tonic8lly!!!!!!!!
AG: You know 8xactly wh8 is going on 8nd you just w8n’t TELL ME 8ecause it’s p8rt of one of your 8ullshit games!
GC: WOW
GC: SO 4S SOON 4S SOM3TH1NG GO3S WRONG B3C4US3 YOU 4R3 4 H1GHLY 1ND1SCR1M1N4T3 MURD3R3SS YOU BL4M3 M3?
GC: SOM3 S1ST3R YOU TURN3D OUT TO B3!
GC: 3V3N 1F 1 D1D KNOW WH4T W4S GO1NG ON
GC: 1 WOULDNT T3LL YOU
GC: >:[

Vriska puts her fist through the monitor. It hurts, and she spends a good fifteen minutes picking shards of glass out of her hand while the ghosts laugh at her. Shame burns up and down her spine, sinking into her hands and feet and making them feel almost too heavy to move. Why is she embarrassed about these ghosts laughing at her, anyway? They’re dead and she’s alive! She’s already won, and they’re just jealous that she came out on top in the end! But as she watches, a few of them drift together and begin to talk in low tones that don’t reach her ears; she recognizes them as clouder-player teams. They’re happy dead, and here she is bleeding all that live blood out the wound her sister made stabbing her in the fucking back.

Well.

She’ll show them. There’s still half of Team Charge left, and whoever’s sending these ghosts at her needs a good lesson on how to do revenge properly. She hopes they’re watching. And if they aren’t, putting Megido down will be good to get rid of some of her pent-up anger!

Vriska flicks some blood off her hand and massages her knuckles, then puts her fingertips to her temple. She sends out a tendril of thought, and - oh yeah, there he is. That yellowblooded moron Captor. She can make an example of him, too. She wraps the fist of her mind around his pathetic little half a brain, and she never, ever, ever looks back.

Not even once.