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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!
FILL: TEAM WV<3PM<3AR
Warning for... ... not much, I don't think? mentions of blood and, well, death, obvious. Swearing. Extremely silly crossovers.
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She saw him across the Alternian hills, all aglow in the dark from the screen of his husktop, shoulders hunched up to rest his wrists on the keyboard, & she turned around and followed the ghosts home. This was not her place to make friends or enemies or anything. It was not her place in any way.
She saw him again in the dreamspace that Alternians visited sometimes, that they clawed and fought to avoid. Between the tendrils of the suffocating, cloudy shadows, she saw him in a half way, maybe flickering, maybe just asleep. She peered at him from afar until he was swallowed by the horrors of the twilight realm & swept him from her mind to return to her quest.
He saw her while she was listening to the fretful whispers of the dead & there was no walking away, then. He shuffled up to her - his waking self seemed so odd without his husktop - & said, voice a little odd, like he was speaking with something between his tongue and teeth, "Are you talking to yourself, or."
The Maid met his eyes. She held his stare for some time & it was in a way Right, like the way she'd hold her whip. Then, "we're discussing the consequences of my task, although we still seem loathe to explain the task itself."
"Uh-huh," he said back, & she figured that maybe they could be friends after all.
He spied her, days later, days which blurred together at the borders of dreams and waking, conjuring a copse consort with temporal tones. His posture shifted while she coaxed it out of its sleep, went a little straighter than his normal lazy slouch. Something in the megatome told her oh, wow. When she had finally sent the consort off with a ringing nak, he cleared his throat & spoke.
"I have a friend," he said, "well, not really a friend, he's kind of a fucking nutjob, but I know a guy and he'd probably say this was some kind of fucking miracle."
He had a smirk tilted on the side of his face & something about it was very, very sad.
"I'm Sollux, by the way," he said, though he didn't have a hand out to shake.
"We aren't friends," the Maid said. She gathered herself up from the ground & the ghosts told her to hesitate. She hesitated. Sollux hesitated.
"Well," he said finally, "well, fuck you too. I don't need to be your friend, god, I was just extending a damn olive branch to you and your weird mystic who-goddamn-knows-what, I figured it was polite, I mean, FUCK."
He spun on his mismatched heels (everything was mismatched with him, split down the middle, reds & blues & blacks & white), but in the same breath spun back & said, "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm an asshole, I'll just leave you alone." Turned around again.
The ghosts in her whispered, no, whispered, leave, whispered, soon we will all be dead. They compelled her away.
"Aradia," the Maid said first, then followed the urgings of the dead.
He freaked out when she came back limping, a hand clutched tight over her side & two trigons heavier, but to give him credit he only freaked out a little before she blacked out. She slipped into sleep, fell hard into the realm of dreams where the moons loomed too dark to see & the horrorterrors almost touched her skin. Their limbs slid over her just centimeters away, so cool and dark that she could feel the puckering freeze. She let herself be a coward & ran.
She ran into him there, in a mock version of his home, tall with many windows, tall without any of the shadows in. Some portion of him, anyway, split down the middle like all the rest of him, a Sollux made of empty eyes & crackling energy. He touched her where she bled & leaned in close enough that when he breathed she felt it against her ear. He was cold as the shadows. "Firewalk with me," he whispered, &.
She dreamt he kissed her & in the twilight realm of dreams she kissed him back. The ghosts in her whispered all about her demise.
She woke up to Sollux swearing like it was a prayer. He had her propped again the outer wall of his tower, a rag tied tight around her wound & when she twisted over to cough up blood and vomit he only chanted louder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Aradia!"
The Maid spit to clean out her mouth. "You were warned that we couldn't be friends."
"God, what, why, because you were gonna come over sometime and bleed all over the fucking carpet, that's not a good reason, Aradia!"
"We aren't just a Maid," she said. When she talked her tongue slid against all the parts of her mouth that tasted coppery sick. "We're a martyr. Do you have any water?"
Sollux glowed red/blue & she could hear a window open far above. A glass of water floated down on his telekinesis. While she drank, he took a breath & said, "Yeah, I know. And you're fucking stupid to be one, you know that."
She swirled one gulp around her mouth, swallowed a second. "Yeah, we know."
With the third trigon, with the megatome, with the key she took after filling a girl's vicious spiderweb with the screams of the dead, with the lengths of time twisted, she finished her task. She finished & she was alive, somehow. The ghosts had quieted to a murmur & she thought, what now?
She stood on the crest of a hill with her whip in hand. Maybe she should go back to sleep, maybe she should confront the horrorterrors, maybe she should dream of Sollux again.
From the hilltop she saw Sollux slurring his steps & the huge spikes of psychic energy around him had her terrified.
fulfilled my w0eful errand #sw0rcery
s0rry #sw0rcery
@twinarmaggedons im s0rry, and im s0rry i lied
@twinarmaggedons we are friends f0rever
@twinarmaggedons <3
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"I'm sorry," she said.
"Oh my fucking god, shut up, you pitiable little shit," he said back, & kissed her like he'd done in her dreams.
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