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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!
PROMPT: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]
FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA
“Affirmative.” he states, still doing his dorky robot impression that you’ve grown so used to. His nervousness is obvious as he shifts from foot to foot, he’s wearing a white button up shirt and jeans, a suit jacket hangs from his skinny frame and he wears a belt to hold his pants up, they’re clearly too big for him. He’s trying so hard it makes you want to giggle - so you do.
“You’re such a dork!” you snort, putting your arm around his shoulder and chuckling heartily.
“That statement is so incorrect I cannot even formulate a logical response.” he says, his monotone is shaking and his childish anger is slipping through. He’s always like this at first, trying to keep his dumb stoic facade up, but it always fades within minutes and it’s like talking to one of those kids that you used to talk to on xBox live crossed with a stereotypical sassy black woman. He’s pretty much the perfect conversational partner on that level.
“Haha, whatever, loser, you’re lookin’ sleek as fuuuck.” you smirk at him. “Do a twirl, I wanna get my eyes full o’ every angle of your li’l outfit.”
“No.” he says simply, pulling himself from under your arm and placing his hands in his pockets, red eyes fixed on the ground.
“Aw, come on, don’t be such a spoil sport. I’m meetin’ my best online buddy for the first time and you’re not even excited to meet me.” you shake your head in disgust.
“Oh come on, Rox, I am excited to meet you, you know that. I’ve just... Not really had much social contact with people in real life, you know? Like, yeah, talking online is easy as fucking a dead fish, but right now I just feel like I’m gonna say something dumb any moment.” he shrugs, running a hand through his silver blonde hair.
“Somethin’ dumb like ‘easy as fucking a dead fish’?”
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good example. The fuck does that even mean?” he snorts.
“No idea, ell em eff ay oh. Why would you fuck a dead fish, is there something you’re not telling me, Auto? You been cheatin’ on me with the fishies, is that it?” you feign shock, snickering as you do so.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Roxy, they’re just too delicious.” he sighs, covering his face in shame. “I couldn’t resist them, they lured me in, I couldn’t help myself.”
“I guess I will have to give you one more chance, but if you do this again... I guess you could say you’ll be...” you mime putting shades on. “Sleepin’ with the fishies.”
He bursts out laughing and you swoop down and kiss him on the cheek, he blushes and his eyes widen in shock.
“Uhm, yeah, let me show you around my place then, yeah?” he stumbles forward and you stare at his ass as he goes, there’s nothing there but it’s just common courtesy, really.
Re: FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA
Re: FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA
Re: FILL: TEAM KARKAT <3 VRISKA
FILL: TEAM [Bro<3John]
There was a burglary at her workplace, and, with the Midnight Crew running riot around the city, the sheer fact she was a Dersite was enough to place her under suspicion. You interviewed her thoroughly, and she stopped you, giggling, when you were halfway through citing the penalties for lying in this situation.
She left the police station an hour later, stumbling in her high heels, and you watched her go.
==>
You met her for the second time on the same night, in your favourite bar.
It was a run-down dive called The Smoking Gun, and you frequented it for the sole fact that the walls were adorned with antique weaponry. Nobody paid you a second glance, and that’s how you liked it. You spent most of your days being followed by stealthy glances by your co-workers, gossiping behind your back. Your unique and rather violent style of policing had earned you the nickname Aimless Renegade, and you tried not to care.
You were nursing a double whiskey, mulling over a new case, when someone dropped into the seat next to you.
It was her, again, the suspect from that morning. She smiled at you, exposing teeth like knives, and placed some kind of bright purple drink on the table. You tried not to stare, fascinated, at the way her chitinous outer layer segmented on her slender fingers.
“omg, you’re the guy from this morning! the one who was questioning me!” She slurred, and you thought to yourself that you’d never heard anyone actually say ‘oh em gee’ before.
“I’m an officer of the law, it’s my duty to interrogate suspects.”
She giggled at that, and mocked your speech by repeating ‘officer of the law’ in a low, haughty voice. You, full of righteous indignation that she would mock your profession, began passionately expounding on the virtues of the police force. She’s intoxicated, and keeps trying to offer you sips of her drink, which you are fairly sure is poisonous to humans, but this is the longest conversation you’ve had in months and you feel a genuine pang of disappointment when she tells you she has to leave.
At least, you do until she clumsily pecks you on the cheek and shoves a crumpled up piece of paper into one of your hands.
“here’s my number, call me maybe.” She grins at you, all drunken happiness and carnivorous teeth, and think that you’ll definitely be calling her. There’s no maybe about it.
Re: FILL: TEAM [Bro<3John]