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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!
PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE
Re: PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE
"Golly ho it is sure crime today." Says Jake the adventure one.
"Okay let me tell you about crimes did you know crimes originated in the 1350s also the deep personal connection between crime and I know about everything let me tell you about this more." Murmured Aranea sensually, motivated by her sexuality.
Aranea spun dramatically in her trenchcoat and then clung sidewaysishly to Jakes arm. She pointed with her pointing finger into the sky and said "Jake it is there that I am seeing the plane of the bad criminal we are trying to catch because we are detectives who are catching the bad man criminal."
"Yeah I like totally know." Said Jake compassionately as he began to morph into a wheelbarrow. "Oh no my disease is activating how will we catch the bad now." He told Aranea apathetically.
"what a drama." said aranea, gliding towards the concrete and putting her face into her hands which were cupped like a bowl of soup that is holding hot soup for small children when they are sick except the soup was the tears she cried into her hands and if you fed it children they would taste only pain.
"now im better." said jake and he stopped being a wheelbarrow.
"that is badass you are so hard boiled egg." said aranea, her heart going doki doki desu. she opened her eyes and let the sun shine down on her and they knew that in that moment they were infinite.
"golly jeez british beans on toast bad teeth and good television is that a criminal i have seen???" asked the jake one
"yes i am becoming sure that you are seeing a bad criminal what will you do you are the one who is apprehending the bad criminal"
they did a fistbump in joy when they saw the criminal and went to catch him
"life is very hard for us." said them as they arrested the criminal. jake had to take off his pants and dance to make the criminal stop.
"no this dancing it is making me want to dance." said the criminal as they were arresting him and doing a tango
"dDANCE ING OFF." whispered jake when the criminal was on the ground writhing in pain from dance fever.
aranea swooned and jake dipped her, putting his hand on her fine waist. "wow i am becoming so hard." he said. "boiled."
aranea looked passively at him and acted like megan fox in transformers.
then they kissed and the beathoven music played and a flower fell onto jakes butt to represent how bootylicious he was. they began to dance again as a mob man came to bow at their feet
LOVE DEFEATS ALL the end
FILL: TEAM TEREZI >3> VRISKA
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An abandoned warehouse in a city abandoned by goodness and law, the streets belong to the gangs and there is no light, no hope. A young man with keen eyes haunted with shadows and a trace of stubble on his jaw slips like a ghost through the cracked door of the warehouse. A grey trench coat billows at his ankles in a breeze that caresses his dark hair, tangled and tousled as though fingers have pushed through it again and again as though in the grip of some great painful decision.
A woman looks up, half hidden in the shadows at the back of the warehouse her startled eyes deep pools of cerulean blue. Her mouth falls open, lipstick a blue slash across her lips, her Troll fangs digging small cruel points into her flushed lips. He thinks that her mouth looks like blue ruin like gin.
One hand tightens on a gun in the breast pocket of his trench coat.
“So baby doll it’s come to this” He says huskily, his hand tight on the gun. Jake English is no stranger to pain to anguish but now he’s close to tears she can hear it in his voice, she thinks it means he has relented.
“Jake...” She says. Her dress hugs her hips and flutters over her thighs, cerulean as the sea or cornflowers in a field innocent as she never was, she walks towards the detective with small dainty steps her tiny cobalt blue shoes dainty and cerulean.
“You lied to me it was always about Peixes from the beginning, your plan was to avenge her” He whispers harshly. “You played me, I should congratulate you, you played your part very well”. He can’t bear to look at her lovely face so he looks away over her shoulder into the shadows that stripe the warehouse in this abandoned quarter of the city, he can see the marks of gunfights, bullet holes, this warehouse has seen violent days, this isn’t a good part of the city. “I should have known they would send a blue woman” He whispers admitting his weakness.
“Listen to me” Aranea says urgently. Jake knows if he lets her speak he will weaken so he squeezes his eyes shut, pulls out the gun and shoots. He’s a perfect shot even with his eyes closed.
The shot is the loudest thing he has ever heard except louder is the sound of the woman he loves hitting the dirty floor his eyes spring open swimming with tears. He runs to her side falling to his knees.
Her eyes are open, her sapphire blue cerulean eyelashes flutter as she looks up at him. “Jake...” The femme fatale whispers cobalt blood bubbling on her mouth as she coughs “It’s true I had an agenda ... Meenah ... was my best ... friend ... I wanted ... to avenge her” Her voice is wracked and desperate. Crystalline tears drip from Jake’s eyes his jaw tight. “But ... I changed ... my mind when ... I met you, Jake I never ... betrayed you. I could betray anyone but you ... my ... love.”
“No” He whispers but he knows it is too late. She’s gone. Azure blood spreads in a beautiful deadly pool beneath her shining cerulean. His tears fall he can’t see, he knows he’s made the worst mistake of his life. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” He whispers.
He will never love again. Nobody could ever displace the beautiful cerulean dead girl she will be his ideal as long as he lives. He walks back out into the mean streets of the dark city wearing his pain like a heavy trench coat that weighs him down heavier than a coat ever could it will be with him forever like a cerulean cobalt azure stain on his soul.
A single tear shines on his cheek. There is nobody to see.