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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 Nepeta<3Terezi
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Rose's kicked-up sneakers hit the oily puddles light and swift, splashing up just enough to kiss the hem of her filthy wool coat. The deep city crowds move in chaotic currents that she slips through, ducking under tarp-covered jars balanced on deliverers' heads, sidestepping rattling carts of salvaged machinery. The air she sucks down is thick with secondhand smoke of hundreds of cheap import cigarettes. She keeps balance with one pumping arm, the other deep in a coat pocket clutching a treasure to king all treasures.
Just holding the milky globe in her hand gives her such sight. The city lays out in a live map in her implant eye; vector lines of light marking every street corner, food dive, prosthetic modification, aircar make, even metal grates in the fucking gutters that could take her to someplace secret. She follows the gridlines with her eye and finds that it's a joke how easy it is to piggyback on surveillance, spying on her stomping grounds and further. Her vision splits, half trained on the shuffling crowds and half jumping from camera to camera, picking out the passersby with a grainy focus. She's a single blood cell hopping the veins.
Then paranoia hits like sickness; every pedestrian is a threat, can think her suspicious and flag down a drone that would rope her in and take her to the capitol building where she would know nothing but concrete rooms and questions and braintaps until she gave up why she took it. She would be tortured for a name, an employer of sorts, of which she has absolutely none. Closest thing is a partner in crime, if one could call a troll girl with a penchant for dealing her dues in eights a trustworthy associate. Not trustworthy, no, but certainly formidable and definitely ballsy, leading her and Rose in a scheme to bag the biggest get this city cannot know.
Rose's face aches from grinning.
Once upon a time, there were two young thief girls, one human and one troll.
She skids on the slippery concrete as an airbus lands a few yards ahead, right where she would have been in three seconds had she not felt the blast of searing wind from the jets, and she banks to fade back into the masses.
The troll girl was greedy and ambitious, like any self-respecting blue-blood would be, and she led the human girl on a daring scavenger hunt.
Across the technicolor skyscraper-wide advertisements sprawls stark white words that follow Rose as she runs. When she stops, they cease scrolling mid-sentence through the transparent displays, waiting for her to continue her flight. Heart pounding a rhythm of legend's birds, she ducks into an alleyway to cross to another street. Bone pixel text is waiting for her on the other side.
They snuck into a forbidden lair and snatched two priceless items from within. The trophies granted them unfathomable powers of semi-omniscience, a skill they would likely put to rather questionable use.
She runs for the sake of running now, heart in her throat and lungs pushing up higher too. Mid sprint, she relaxes her vicegrip in an experiment, dropping the ball down to the bottom of her pocket; the words vanish. Okay. Hand back around the sphere, she edges into the street where she can glance at the billboards without crashing into bodies.
Or, at least they could, as long as I didn't explode the loot in their faces.
She slows to a stop in front of a newspaper projection wall—thousands of suspended screens with articles scrolling like rain in reverse, a downpour of written languages—and catches her breath.
"All right," she huffs, clenching her hand around the sphere, the other in a fist. "You have my attention."
Your friend really should have given me the same.
"She's not my friend."
But surely not an enemy?
"And why not? I was impressed on to keep that kind closer."
Clearly that has served you well.
"It has. It's gotten me a key, for instance."
So I see.
"Can you?" Rose asks and, instead of feeling clever and powerful, she now feels watched. An uncanny feeling, like there's a gremlin behind her eye. "You're linked to this ball, that much is apparent. And if I can even believe you at all, which I don't, you remotely blew up it's sister."
I did.
She pokes her finger through a Korean tabloid, laughing humorlessly and short. "Machine ghost. Surveillance, judging by the paths that make a web out of security cameras. You're the big white server with all those plugs in the treasure room."
Mostly correct, yes. But to claim I am a simple program is an insult to my character, and I am quite sure that you know better. I am not merely a sum of parts.
"Then what are you?"
A victim of burglary. And what does that make you, thief?
She doesn't reply. A rhetorical question, followed by a one-white-letter-at-a-time answer.
Impressive.
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Re: FILL: TEAM Nepeta<3Terezi
screams
does a bunch of other stuff because i will love this fic forever