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.

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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

eridan<3<dirk medieval and rivalry

"There's no chance you're goin' to beat me, Dirk. I'm ready for you this time."

"Really. I seem to remember you saying that exact same thing at the last tournament."

"Whale, I mean it this time! I'm not lettin' some human get the best of my Alternian science!"

Dirk Strider rolls his eyes behind the visor of his helmet. He's long since given up trying to inform the wizard-prince of the rival kingdom of Alternia of the difference between science and magic. It's not like it matters much anyway--the Strider prince has beaten Prince Eridan Ampora at the kingdoms' tournament, held in the name of peaceful relations between them, five years running. And as Dirk draws his sword, he's sure it's about to be six.

As the announcer declares the men's prowess in combat and lauds their dedication to their preferred forms of combat as recreation rather than war, the princes glare across the ring at one another. They train together as often as they're able, and most of their kingdoms' citizens believe the two are close friendly rivals. But some Alternians have discerned, from the ever-escalating competitiveness of the young princes, that there's something a bit less platonic about their relationship than most humans--uninformed of troll culture--would detect. And while plenty of the more conservative highbloods disapprove of the rumored cross-kingdom kismesissitude, many of the younger trolls who came to watch the tournament are hoping to see further hints of the intrigue's veracity.

The announcer finishes his speech and asks the princes to salute one another, and Dirk and Eridan give each other the most flippant, lackadaisical gestures that could still be construed as salutes. With an exasperated sigh at the way in which the princes are disrespecting his tournament, the announcer steps out of the ring and declares that the round has begun. The two begin circling, slowly moving inward with sword and wand raised.

"You know you have no chance, Ampora. Give it up."

The Alternian snorts as he flicks his wand, a feint which fails to prompt a reaction from Dirk--as it usually does. But Eridan doesn't seem perturbed. "You're all talk, Strider. I know you're just tryin' to get me to back down 'cause you're scared. If you admit defeat now, you can save yourself some embarrassment."

Dirk lunges forward, and Eridan shields himself from the blow with a spell.

"As if there's any chance of my doing that. And I'm all talk? You must have forgotten last night. If you'd been any louder, the vibrations probably would have knocked stones out of the wall."

Eridan splutters, and Dirk uses the momentary distraction to lunge at Eridan. The troll jumps out of the way just in time and immediately starts casting a spell Dirk doesn't recognize. Curiosity as to what this spell is (considering he knows most in Eridan's arsenal) keeps Dirk from taking advantage of the wizard's lowered ability to dodge for just long enough. The ground starts to rumble, and a crevice forms beneath Dirk's feet. Though he jumps away, he only just manages to grab onto the side of the forming chasm. The crowd gasps as Dirk struggles to cling to the edge of the break in the earth. Eridan walks slowly over to him, a crooked smile on his face.

"You ready to admit I'm the superior now? If you do--and say it loud enough for everyone to hear--I'll pull you out."

"And if I don't?"

"I can't guarantee anythin'." He puts his wand into the pocket of his violet silk pants and carefully removes Dirk's helmet to look into his bright orange eyes. "I could say you slipped."

"As if you'd let me die. You need a kismesis."

"I got countless suitors beatin' down my door wantin' to fill all my quadrants. I can get another kismesis."

"Right. I think you mistook that line of suitors that's actually for the castle next door--you know, the one with the heiress who's turned out down countless times--for yours."

Anger flashes in Eridan's eyes, and the corners of Dirk's mouth turn upward. "Don't you dare talk about Fef--"

"Are you planning on getting me out of this hole or not?"

"Don't think so."

"Feferi's right over there. If she sees you let me fall to my death, you're fucked. Or not, really."

Eridan opens his mouth to say something, then closes it again. Dirk's fingers start to slip on the ground, and Eridan looks back at him with a smile.

"If you bottom tonight, I'll pull you up."

"Fuck. Fine." Dirk sighs heavily and shouts, "I concede the match."

The announcer excitedly proclaims Eridan the winner, and the troll reaches down to pull Dirk up. When Dirk brushes himself off and grabs the sword he dropped off the ground, he looks down into the chasm. Some chasm--from the angle Dirk is standing at, he can see that the endlessness of it that he observed while dangling was an illusion. While he was hanging onto the edge, his feet were nearly touching the bottom. He looks at Eridan with an expression somewhere between aghast and impressed.

Eridan gives him a crooked smile. "Sea you tonight. And don't worry about bringin' rope and that. I'll take care of everythin'."

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KARKAT

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JAKE