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

“There’s a big thing in the sky,” Nepeta says. She’s curled on the windowsill, her tail twitching without rhythm; there were birds sitting on the roof beneath Sollux’s, but they vacated the hot, still summer air when the ship arrived. It hangs in the air in exactly the way that bricks don’t, impossibly, ridiculously portentous.

“Great,” Sollux says to his computer screen. “Awesome. Perfect. You get back to me on that one.” He cracks his knuckles in an effort to regain his concentration - after all, his DPS is carrying the whole fucking raid and they can’t afford to be any shittier than they already are. He pushes his glasses back up his nose and turns up the Ventrollo volume.

Nepeta slides off the windowsill and creeps over to the high-backed chair that Sollux insists on calling his command thenter. He’s as oblivious as ever, at least until she rolls underneath the desk and starts pawing at his feet. She dodges a reflexive kick, then hoists herself into his lap; he shrieks like an overheated teakettle and bats at her face with his noodly hands until finally he realizes he’s beaten and just glowers at her over his glasses, adopting the preferred sulk modus of crossing his arms over his chest and slouching backwards. She puts her hands on his chest and stares at him, her pupils dilating. “There’s a big. Thing. Outside. Don’t you even want to look?”

“Hold on,” he hisses, and reaches around her to push to talk so he can mutter a sullen “afk” into his headset. Rather than getting up, he wreathes the chair in flickering red-blue psionic energy and shuttles it and its cargo around the maze of wires littering the floor and all the way over to the window. Nepeta squeaks with laughter the whole trip, and Sollux manages half of a smirk, showing a few fangs.

That is, he would have taken them all the way to the window. There’s a terrible ghastly silence, a terrible ghastly noise, and once more a terrible ghastly silence; the outer wall of Sollux’s respiteblock simply ends now in a glass-smooth slice. The sizzle of ozone polluting the air makes Nepeta’s nose tingle and twitch.

“Oh my god,” she says. “I told you.” She leaps out of Sollux’s lap; he grabs for her tail too late, and she almost goes over the edge in her eager investigation of the damage. She runs a claw along the sheared edge of the floor, then winces and puts the cut fingertip in her mouth. “It’s still hot. Also, sharp.”

“No shit.” Sollux stands and joins her at the edge, looking over; underneath, he can see some poor bastard that must have been standing at his window, because now the stump of his torso is leaning over the edge and dangling about a mile of intestine down to the ground. He stares down at Nepeta next to him and crouches to put an arm around her. When he hugs her to his skinny side, she looks at him with a question written on her face, but he just shrugs, and she nestles to his chest again. “So are we gonna die, or what? We should probably leave,” he says into her hair.

“What about your raid?”

Sollux’s blood pusher lurches like a runaway shopping cart. He struggles to keep from smiling as he tells her “I think this qualifies as an official RL emergency. BRB, murderous asshole aliens invading.”

“Then let’s go!” Nepeta almost trips him as she rushes past, her hand clutching his in a grip that turns his fingers a gross fishy-pale grey. He wheezes for breath as he tries to keep up with her, and if not for his psionics he’d have a dozen bloody noses on the way down the stairs. They reach the street, and there’s the stink of ozone again, so strong that he almost forgets that it feels like his arm has been wrenched out of its socket.

There’s fire everywhere. Most of the buildings on his block are in flames, or missing big parts, or both, and the broken bodies of trolls flung from their homes litter the street. The ship still hangs under the roof of the sky as though it’ll come down any moment, and it flings down tree-thick columns of energy like an angry god poking insects with a pencil. As they watch, it begins to disgorge smaller ships that rocket towards the city on blue torches. Sollux’s hand tightens in Nepeta’s.

“I don’t know about you,” she growls, bristling, “but I’m not going to let these jerks just wreck everything. Like this is even our first alien invasion! They don’t know what they’re getting into!”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Sollux lies. He had been scoping out the nearby manholes for hiding spots, but, well, if Nepeta is going to go off and get herself killed somebody has to keep her company. He takes off his glasses and wipes a dusty smudge off on his shirt. “Looks like they’re in for...”

“Don’t.”

Sollux slides his glasses back on. “Double trouble.”

“Why am I dating you again?”

Oh man, this is great! I'd never even thought of this ship before, but you've sold me.

oh god yes this is perfect thank you for filling ;v;

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