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.

Title Format
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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.

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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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Gamzee<3<Vriska medieval + revolution

Getting into these situations has started to be a matter of course, you blow up one little government house and you've got a fucking subjugglator with a god damned club leveled at you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Okay. You know that one. A subjugglator, naturally. So he's totally within his right to break down your door with the intent of beating your brains out, you can see the shitting splinters and the outside! Fuck that's going to be a pain to fix.

You slide yourself out of your stone recuperacoon, no shiny copper for you any more, you're roughing it, to perch on the edge with green staining your skin. A shiver passes over you and you try and ignore it. He opens his mouth and you nearly fall over, typical subgugglator that, all the things in the world to refrain from smelling like a sewer and he chooses to anyway. You gag theatrically and swing your legs over the side reaching to pull on your shirt when his club thuds lightly into your elbow. "Didn't say I was here on motherfucking business now, did I?" you sneer and continue to pull it on anyway, fastening your belt around your waist before giving him the courtesy of replying. Trousers can wait until your legs have been out of the slime longer.

"If you wanted a social call you should have left me a note! I could have had a platter of food waiting for you. What is it you eat these days?" It's too fucking early for this shit and your banter is failing you. "Because it smells like you're eating as much shit as you spew. How is the high-life treating you?"

He thumps his club down onto your chest, fixing it upright and letting gravity complete the motion again. "It's suiting me just fine, got everything I need all up over there, seems like you're missing hunk of your requirements." What a fucking poser. You brush your mind over his and snap back, your colour drains and he fucking grins, a humourless as grin as you've ever seen and you had a mirror for a while.

Shaking your head, you fix a reflection of his own expression onto your face. "I don't know, if this isn't business then you have some business that isn't your business, so you must be missing something."

He shakes his head long and slow, "Girl, girl, girl, don't you think I can't keep my hands in what belongs to me. Don't you think that's in my fucking control. I've got enough to run my fingers through but I think you're missing something big about the business that you've been laying your name all over, girl. I think you're out of your motherfucking depth." You snort into his face. Now you know he's got a handle on chuckle voodoo it's not adding anything to anything at all, your mind is stronger than that and he's just another fucking huge indigo blood who is in your one and only hive.

"My business is kept to myself, you're the one who inflicts punishment on unsuspecting doors! Though I know how amazing it is and totally understand how you'd want to be a part of it, too bad you-" He brings his club into contact with you arm, casual as anything, looking like he's doing nothing more than swatting a fly, but it's going to leave a bruise the size of your fist. You barely flinch, when he's fucked off back to the royal nook he crawled out of you're going to pat yourself on the back. "- will never get to be. Unless you've decided to join the side that's more fun!"

He moves closer and you realize that the coiling in your gut is more to do with the fact that he's very tall and those muscles lining his arms match the richness in his voice. You slap him and the sound rings out around the walls. It would sound nicer in your old room but you can't have everything. You laugh at the way he glares, seems he honestly thought you'd give up on the first visit and you laugh harder at the thought. Dice fall and you level the resulting sword at his stomach. "See, tonnes of fun!" He grunts and moves back a step, a level of tension rises from your shoulders. "Fix the door and knock next time and I might just let you in."

You probably would without the repair job but it's the precedent that's important. Plus, if he doesn't you will be more than entitled a trip to wherever he rests his ass to steal his door.

Sorry for the very limited inclusion of the genre, I hope you enjoy it!

Fuck oh my god this is perf.
Thank you so much!

BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

PROMPT: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose]

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA