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
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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

hell fucking no o clock
"That's what the motherfucker meant by being sweet, I'm thinking."

"No. No, this is pretty impolite," said Nubs, hand slipping further down the back of Spikes's trousers. "On the other hand, Spikes, you're. Ill-mannered as fuck." Clown's hand came in on top of his and pushed them both deeper down. "You're worse! Holy shit!"

"Boorish! Uncouth! A disgrace!" She breathed in fits and starts for a second, fingers stilling on the juncture of Nubby's trousers. She leaned forwards to gnaw at Clown's lips, and pulled away slowly to press her mouth to Nubby's - and he turned aside.

"Again! Will I have to call cahoots?" Spikes said ominously. It made Clown nuzzle into his hair and murmur, "You don't want to see how soft she can up and get? Do me a favour, Nubby, I wanna fucking see..."

"It's just." He rolled his head back out of the way, looking at the ceiling. "First kiss. You know. We're - okay, we're doing this, we're making an effort with it. I am on board with that, but, I feel like ... it's like a first kiss. And it's just because I can't remember, but still, it feels like... You know. I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Oh my god!" Her shriek made them flinch, and then the echoes managed to make them do it again. "I know why you, at least, are locked in here. You clearly can't be allowed outside on your own!"

He sighed. "Probably."

She kissed him on the cheek. With great passion and also tongue - but on the cheek. "I thought I was taking a chance, trying to make friends in a cage. But you!"

"And me. I started up on you, didn't I, Nubs, taking note of you all cold and too dumb to deal with it." Clown stroked his hair.

"We really should try to find a way out." Nubby put an arm around Spikes's neck and pressed a kiss to her cheek too, and took Clown's hand. "And for just now I could not give a fuck about it. We'll drag each other out of here soon enough, all right? Each one of us. And turn these into real relationships at every last second of our fucking leisure."

seriously
seriously
seriously
seriously
Quite reasonably seriously, I think.
Wow
Mission abort, said the sound system. Holy shit, there's a trap door in the ceiling, stop the ménage a crotchhop.

A rope ladder unrolled from the door. The trio conferred in hasty undertone before they broke away from each other and put their clothing in order. Clown was the first to go up - there was a more lemony fizz this time, and then Clown distinctly said 'Whoa' before there was a heavy thump. The other two went up as close together as possible.

*

This time Karkat was the last to wake up.

"I TOLD YOU SO," he said. "Quadrants ARE the fucking BASIS of ... all of society ... first instinct of any troll! I KNEW IT. Even if all else is stripped away, we still, we would try to make—" He passed out again.

"At least we know the computer successfully restored his memories too. Or at least the ones he'd consider most important," said Rose. "I don't know if anyone has ever lost a bet as thoroughly as you, Dave."

"I can make it on a technicality," Dave said hollowly. "Karkat's terms were that any trolls would get something solid defined within an hour, even if it was 'hell no, we won't go near each other in any way, shape, or card suite'. And even with the clown sneaking in and messing up the expected set-up, they all only started getting serious at about five minutes into the first hour."

He looked to Terezi and shook his head, waiting for some murder-lawyer crack about technicalities. She smiled back so dreamily it felt awkward, and the Mayor took her hand and patted it with a vaguely worried air.

"Maybe you shouldn't have offered Karkat the no-shirt advantage to stimulate ideas of romance," Rose said, far, far too late, and handed Gamzee and Terezi their clothes.

When Karkat woke next they were all in the computer lab. He was laid out on some of the towels still scattered around the meteor complex, and Gamzee sat beside him.

Karkat rolled up into the hug that came at him. "Got your back. Whenever I can get to you, brother," Gamzee said, and Karkat murmured nonsense back. They hadn't even really remembered each other. It still turned out all right. "Bro, be assured..."

"Touching. But a little boring, don't you think?"

Gamzee craned his head around to look at Terezi, while Karkat first took the time to work up a blush.

She was aiming to look cool: she'd re-equipped her cane, which was out as prop of choice as she stood grinning, all poise. "Everyone already knew about this particularly quadrant fill. Mine, on the other hand, are new and exciting territory!"

Again, Karkat was slow, whereas Gamzee unfolded from his crouch and walked over to grab her hand over the hilt of her weapon and bite a kiss out with her.

"Well! I certainly feel welcomed to the Dark Carnival." Her voice had wavered noticeably, but she ignored it. She straightened, solemn, facing Gamzee with her nose up-tilted in a show of focus and her free hand on his shoulder. "I am Terezi Pyrope," she said. "I am this tall. And I wish to ride this ride."

"Oh my GOD," said Dave.

"Well, shit yeah, consider that motherfucking proposal stamped and signed all up in triplicate. You gonna get a new motherfucking theme anytime soon, sister? This lawyer thing makes me sound fucking dumb."

"Oh my god!" said Dave, and elbowed Rose. It was hard to tell if she was snort-laughing harder because of him or Gamzee.

"What were you even doing, joining the experiment," Kanaya said with no interest whatsoever in the answer.

"I'm not going to be letting my bro decide to go and forget everything without me," Gamzee said. "Can't stop a motherfucker doing what he has to. Can't let him do it alone."

"How did you even hear us discussing the bet at all," she said with considerably more interest, fangs gleaming.

"Kanaya, not now!" Terezi made an expressive face at her. "I am doing big pimping."

"Then at least you haven't forgotten all my lessons," Dave said. "Although you still fail the course for making fucking total bullshit be a thing that happened. I could've won the bet free and clear, you bad student, no biscuit."

"The bullshit is not as total as it potentially could be," said Karkat. He took a hesitant step, then squared his shoulders and went to stand in front of her.

"It already means a lot that you agreed to this stupid fucking experiment in the first place. I know that was like - a sign, that you were even willing to consider a quadrant with me, and ... that's more than I deserve. But I'd still like to try. To suppress my insecurities about what it means that we only get along when our minds have been wiped clean, apparently, and just not to be so shitty, and to be matesprits."

She kissed him on the cheek. "I would like to someday get wild and go all the way," she said. "I mean it. No kidding."

"True!" said Gamzee, and grabbed both of them. "She sets no alarms ringing, best friend, or none that are for you to up and worry about."

"But I do," said Karkat, and wriggled his head free of the crush. "You two - okay, look, you have literally not been around each other more than one hour for seasons. I'm not going to argue with whatever serendipity we managed to squeeze out of a quick mindwipe. You just have to take this kismesissitude seriously, all right? It's not a game!"

"Sure it is," said Gamzee, looking from him to Terezi. "Don't see why not." And Terezi stared back at him with bare-toothed delight, chugging a hehehe out of the base of her stomach, the laugh so unguarded that even she looked embarrassed.

"It has been a long trip. Who couldn't do with a bit of fun?" she said, and Gamzee nodded back to her, smiling, watchful.

"You have made a parody of your whole species. I hope you're happy," Dave said, and held out a fist because the answer was obvious. They bunped.

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