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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 ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN
On the edge of this Kingdom, in a castle by the sea, lived a handsome, lonely Prince. The Terrible King and his Pirate Queen were often battling the sea's raging waves, leaving their son to tend to their rivalry, where their lies could flourish. As it happens, the Prince was very vain, and placed in his castle hundreds of golden mirrors, in which he admired himself often. He was a cold and distant monarch, but he was not carved of ice. He did not wander into the towns and villages where his subjects dwelled, for fear that they might tell the truth of his ugliness and ineptitude as monarch.
Perhaps the Prince was the grandest liar of all.
Now, the Prince grew lonely, for his only friends he found were his reflections. So the Prince ordered a companion suitable to be delivered to him. A fair Maiden was brought before her Lord. She was lovely, and gentle, yet stood with the grace of any Empress in the presence of her master. Her lips were the color of the finest oriental jade, and her skin a radiant polished stone. A prince as handsome as himself would require a comparable handmaiden. She would do.
The Maiden, it seemed, was quite adept at needlework, and would spend her warm afternoons curled by the windows with her stitchery. A curious maid indeed, who drank in the rich sunlight instead of shunning it for the safe, cool moons. It could be said that the sun gave her weaving power, for from the end of her needle bloomed rich ribboned roses and winding vines, delicate buds and tiny thorns. When the Prince saw her work, he praised her through the land and sea.
One afternoon, the Prince came to his Maiden and asked for a coat. Not just any coat, he said, the finest glittering silk, with pearls and trim, the color of the deepest peony. Yet instead of leaving her to her work, the Prince sat at the Maiden's feet- no place for a Prince, and watched her work.
As his eyes bobbed with her needle, he asked if she created magic. She reassured him, that while his clothing was certainly something in need of a miracle, that she was preforming no sorcery. The Prince lay his head on her lap. It occurred to the maid that he had not sat to watch the Queen sew by the fire, as she had attended to her own mother's hand. No, the Spideress was not one for settling, even with a wriggler at her fine heeled ankles.
So the Maiden stroked his hair, and removed his heavy crown, and for that twilight by the fire, the Prince was a boy until he last cinders faded.
The Maiden outfitted the Prince with only the most lavish of frocks and capes. He was bedecked in jewels and velvets, and strode before the mirror, turning this way and that to find a new angle of his face. It was quite some time before she realized the Prince was not admiring himself at all.
Each day he would find a new flaw- a new line, a blemish on his face, a pinch of skin on his royal hands. The Prince would rug his cape around him, bury his chin into ermine fur and will the cursed spot away, only to find it had returned in a more obvious place, such as his regal nose. The Maiden watched her master for a long, long time as he picked himself apart before his hundreds of golden mirrors, each reflecting his hundreds of flaws.
That night, the Maiden took to her chambers, and located an item she had brought from her distant oasis home. It was old, which would suit her needs fine. A pinch of polish and a story woven as carefully as her slipstitches would do the trick.
While her Prince sat brooding before his audience of mirrors, The Maiden slipped the treasured item into his ringed hand. It was the size of a biscuit, and shaped like a sun housed inside a set of moons. A bit of fiddling could have led him to break the wretched thing if the Maiden didn't slip it open with her long nails first.
A compact- one of her own, that she used to apply lip rouge with. The mirror was long tarnished into dark flakes. He snapped the bauble shut and demanded an explanation- what good was a mirror if you cannot see yourself in it? Such a terrible tease, what a terrible gift for your Lord!
But the Maiden's hand was patient as she cracked the compact wide again. It is a magic mirror, she told him. You see, it only reflects those who are ugly, so that they may fix themselves.
The Prince peered into the tarnished mirror, his eyes squinting into lines behind his spectacles. It was true- he could not see himself at all! Why then I must be beautiful, he told her. And she reassured him yes, that was how the mirror worked.
It was one of the Kingdom's first true lies, that the Maiden told. Yet to this day, the Prince pacing his palace with his mirror. So long as he cannot see his face in its reflection, the Kingdom shall remain standing. And so long as the Maiden slops grease over its surface, he never shall.
Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN
Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN
Thank you so much for the fill! =D
Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN