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.

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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

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“Just stay fuckin’ put, Nep. I’m not gonna let you go chargin’ out there like a fuckin’ antlerbeast.”

She growls, “That’s easy fur you to say! You’ve got your purrecious rifle with you! I can’t help at all just by standing here!”

“You can help by not fuckin’ talkin’ so much, god Nep.”

She doesn’t retract her claws even as she drapes herself across your shoulders, looking through the small opening the boarded up window allows. You don’t know whom this hive belongs to and you don’t care. The only reason why you’re even bothering to be here is because you can’t let your fucking crazy almost-basically-but-not-quite-yet matesprit die.

That would be fucking unconscionable.

Nep starts making a weird sound—half between a growl and a whine. She lowers her head and whispers in your ear.

“I just want to attack them so badly.”

God, this troll.

You remember how it happened, you and her. Which isn’t too hard—it only happened a few minutes ago.

***

“Move move move!” You shout, pushing Nep into the hive and blocking the door with a chest.

You do a quick sweep of the area to determine that it’s empty. Probably belonged to a lowblood, considering how small and inefficient it is. You snort and accidentally knock over a plate of nonfat grubloaf.

“Eridan! We can’t stay in here! We have to go help efurryone! Equius and Karkitty and—”

“No, we’re goin’ to stay here. Unless you were wantin’ to get turned into a zombie.”

She takes off her hat and bites it. She looks kind of cute. You consider her.

“I have to help them meow!”

You snicker but grab your crosshairs anyway. The window’s boarded up but there’s a perfect space between the boards to place the barrel of your gun. You can aim at the zombies from here; bang bang take ‘em out. You have to admit, when you heard about the zombie crisis the landwellers were facing, you hadn’t expected it to be this bad. You’d decided to check it out because you were curious, wanted to see the end of the race firsthand. You’re embarrassed to acknowledge that you may have underestimated the terror.

But that was nothing compared to how ridiculous Nep had been when you found her--slashing her claws every which way. Sure, her reflexes were fast, but you could see that the zombies were going to pile in on her at any second. Even one of her legendary pounces wouldn't have helped her escape. So you saved her. Showed her how it was done.

You aim at a zombie and fire. Two shots in the head and it’s down. Nep’s pacing behind you.

“I’m just so furrious! Why is this happening?”

You want to give a scathing reply about how they deserve it, but you bite it back. You’re not sure if Vris is completely done with you yet and you don’t want to be accused of black infidelity. But you could use a matesprit.

“At least we’re together,” you say. You don’t dare take your eyes off the zombies but you’re dying to know her reaction.

She growls and slumps on the ground behind you, “I just want to help my furrends.”

You bristle, “Wow rude.”

“What?”

“Thanks for makin’ a guy feel fuckin’ special, Nep. I guess this is the thanks I get for savin’ you.”

“What?”

“You just said that you want to go and help your friends like I’m fuckin’ chopped grubmeat.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Sure you didn’t. All you’ve been wantin’ to do since I helped you was leave.”

“Oh my god, Eridan. Who cares?!”

“I fuckin’ care. We can be great together, Nep. You and me sailin’ across the seas, lootin’ treasure and helpin’ Fef and just generally bein’ cool as fuck.”

The zombies are distracted by a mustardblood so you turn and see Nep lying on the floor, hat covering her face as she shakes her head.

“No no no. Just stop.”

“Why should I? I might be your only option once this is all over. And, to be perfectly honest, you should consider yourself fuckin’ lucky that I’m extendin’ the offer.”

She lets out a loud growl and flings her hat at you. It knocks your glasses askew but you pick it up and find that it fits nicely over your horns. Your hair is going to be fucking ruined after you take it off, but you have some products in your sylladex that should return it to its former state of perfection.

“Ew, give me my hat back!”

“Why would I do that? You gave it to me and it fits like fuckin’ magic. And that was just a sayin’, by the way, because magic isn’t real.”

She pounces, trying to wrangle it off your head.

“Hey! Cut it out!”

“No, give it back!”

You fall backwards and she’s on top of you, “God, Nep. If you were wantin’ some blackrom all you had to do was say so. I mean, I’ve got Vris, but who knows what she’s doin’ right now.”

Nep digs her knee in your mouth and your eyes pop. Fuckin’ hell, that hurts. She eventually takes her hat back and leaps off you, placing it firmly on her head with a victorious flourish. Not bad, could use some work. You smooth back your hair and return to the window.

Yeah, the zombies didn't stop being a threat that was coming for you.

“Thanks for distractin’ me, Nep,” you grunt and fire at as many as you can. They’re closing in and you won’t be able to stay in here for much longer, “If you were wantin’ to accept my offer all you had to do was say so. You didn't have to fuckin’ pounce on me.”

She squeaks and registers the situation, “Oh no oh no oh no.”

She’s pacing again, which is pretty distracting, all things considered. You spare her a glance and she’s got her claws out. What the fucking hell.

“I have to go out there. I have to find effurypawdy.”

Not this again, “Just stay fuckin’ put, Nep. I’m not gonna let you go chargin’ out there like a fuckin’ antlerbeast.”

“That’s easy fur you to say! You’ve got your purrecious rifle with you! I can’t help at all just by standing here!”

“You can help by not fuckin’ talkin’ so much, god Nep.”

But now she’s draped across your shoulders and whispering that she wants to attack them so badly and you’ve got the overpowering feeling that she’s trying to seduce you.

You turn and her eyes are huge. Her bottom lip is out and godfuck really? Does she really think you’re going to let her throw herself at a few zombies if she pouts at—

There’s a crash by the door. The zombies are in. Nep reigns in the pouting act and jumps, slashing them through the space between the broken down door and the chest. You grab the back of her disgusting jacket and lead her away. There’s got to be a backdoor in this fucking hovel. Not even a lowblood would be incompetent enough to not include one, right?

Thank fucking Gl'bgolyb.

There’s the door but you open it and two zombies are outside. You aim your gun as Nep tackles one to the ground. What the fuck is wrong with this troll.

Zombie number two falls over when your bullet connects with its head. You try to pull Nep back but she resists.

“Are you fuckin’ serious? Get off!”

She kicks you.

You stumble back and see that the noise has attracted more zombies. Fuckin’ great. You’re about to grab Nep again but she gets up on her own, harshly pulling out one of her claws, tainted and bloodied and providing the perfect skewer.

You stare.

“I’m not stupid, Ampurra. I know how to kill a mew zombies!”

Your mouth falls open and you quickly snap it shut.

“Now can we purrlease go and find the ofurs!”

“Er…” you’re not sure you want to. Actually, you’re positive that you don’t. You’d be much more content with you and Nep actually surviving through this fuckin’ landweller apocalypse.

But you don’t know if she’ll go with you if you don’t say yes. She’s only your matesprit in training, after all.

You sigh, “Let’s just try not to get fuckin’ killed, okay? Beclaws I don’t—fuck—I mean because—”

She grabs your hand and, willingly enough, you follow.

AHHHHHH THIS IS SO PRETTY! thank you so much!

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