BONUS ROUND 1

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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

1. 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.


2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!


3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.


4. 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.
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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.
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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!

Comments

FILL (2/2)

[shellfishdimes]

He finds the cartridges for his rifle in a watertight box in the load gaper tank, and reloads it. He wipes Feferi's blood off the butt with a towel, and slings the rifle over his shoulder, letting it hang down his back. He goes back into the recreation block, taking his palmhusk and getting the aluminium bat by the front door. He'd stolen it from a lowblood tradesman after some sopor-crazed limebloods had tried to break into their hive. Feferi had been using it instead of her trident - something like that would be too conspicuous a weapon so they had to get rid of it - but she wouldn't be needing it any more. Her body is slumped half on the couch, half on the floor. He walks over to it and takes her goggles off, putting them around his neck. The left lens is cracked and they're covered in blood, most of which he manages to wipe off with his shirt collar. He crosses her arms on her chest, and walks away, eyes stinging with fresh tears.

He presses against the door, bat in hand, listening intently for noises in the corridor. Footsteps, but not too close. He'll have to leave the hivestem and head towards the sea. They wouldn't be able to get very far underwater, would they? He takes one last look at the hive: there is nothing here he needs, and he isn't leaving anything behind that he will miss. He flings the door open and sprints up the stairs and onto the street as fast as his legs will carry him.

Outside, it's mayhem. The news that the imperial forces have everything under control have been greatly exaggerated. As Eridan watches, stunned, a troll with the markings of a Ruffiannihilator is knocked down to the ground by one of her colleagues who appears to have been infected and turned already. She screams, and they swarm her. Even from this distance, he hears them break her ribcage and pull out her organs to feast on them. He doesn't linger, running towards the street where he saw Vriska on the transmission.

He rounds a corner, and runs into a group of them. He doesn't even pause for breath, just swings the bat at the nearest one. Her skull crunches, spraying the bat with her teal blood. Another one grabs at his shoulder and he swings his weapon blindly, even as a third one lunges at him from the front, grabbing at his shirt. He kicks at the troll-turned-revenant and watches him stagger back into the group, dazed. And then above their heads, he spots her, hanging from a lamppost by her roboarm like it's the mast of a gamblignant ship, the fingers of her free hand pressed to her temple, fangs bared in a smug grin.

"Vriska!" She looks in the general direction of his shout, and he shouts again, punching a revenant in the face and flinching at the pain in his fist.

"Eridan!" The revenants retreat, dropping him to the floor, and hobble over to her. "What do you think of the Empire's new army? Isn't it the absolute best? My idea!" She beams. "Finally, a chance to put a use to those stupid, slow lowbloods!" Horrified, Eridan watches the same group which tried to put him down turn on each other, ripping chunks of flesh off one another's bodies and stuffing their faces with it.

"You did this?" He gets to his feet, thwacking an approaching undead across the face with his bat. It crumples to the ground.

"With some funding and help from the experimental footsoldiers division! I know, it could look better," she says as a flaysquad of Threshecutioners clashes with a gaggle of revenants, sickles slicing off limbs, but we've got the infection almost contained now! And they're so much easier to control than normal trolls - look!" She makes the revenant closest to her tapdance.

"You can't control all of them, they're killing everyone! They're eating the bodies!" Eridan starts fighting his way towards her, pushing and buffeting revenants to the side with the aid of his bat.

"Only the weak ones! It's a quicker way of culling! Ambitious and forward-thinking, that's me!"

He reaches Vriska, wiping a fleck of blood off his glasses. "Fef's dead. She wasn't weak." He raises his rifle, touching the end of the muzzle to her chest. "Make them walk into the sea, make them eat each other until there aren't any left, I don't actually give two shits what you do as long as you fix it."

Vriska laughs. "Is your name Eridumb, because that sure was a stupid thing to do!" She touches two fingers to her temple, and as one, all the revenants in the area stop what they were doing and fix their gaze on Eridan. "You need to have a bit more faith in science!" she chides him. "They'll all attack you if you try to kill me, and then what will you do? There's no fish princess left to go crying to!"

"I can hurt you enough so that you stop controlling them, and then they'll kill us both."

"Soooooooo dramatic! That's probably on top of the list of eight things I hate about you, that you're such a drama machine! I don't know how you can even look--"

Distant, and then close, gurgling screams interrupt her. Eridan looks in their direction to see the remaining imperial troops frantically backing away at a loud, droning sound. The revenants go down like felled trees, the groans of pain dying on their lips as they are cut to pieces. And then he recognises the whirring sound.

The horde is decimated, and out of it like a harbinger of the end of the world emerges Kanaya Maryam, her red skirt splattered with blood, her still whirring chainsaw dripping a rainbow. She has a blue scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, and Eridan notices that it's soaked through with her blood. Her skin is an unsettling, luminescent white. A misguided undead shuffles towards her, and she leans towards it, the chainsaw ripping it in half from head to toe. She doesn't even flinch as its maroon blood rains on her shirt.

She turns back to Eridan and Vriska, licking a stray speck of blood off her lips. She looks from Eridan's rifle to Vriska's hand on her temple, and back again, and clicks her tongue.

"You two look like you need an auspistice."