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BONUS ROUND 5

Bonus Round 5

Tales from the Road

Hey, shippers! HSO is winding down, so we thought we'd take a look back at the journey, so to speak. With that in mind, this next bonus round is going to be roadtrip-themed! Give us a little taste of your characters' life on the road, whatever form that takes.

Rules

Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of one ship (friendship/gen is fine too!) and a location. This cannot be your team's ship! This round we will not be giving points for prompts.

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 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 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!

Bonus Round 5 is now closed!

16/08/12 Comments are unscreened again, for the sake of comments on fills. No new fills are being counted for points.

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This is fantabulous oh my glob. <3

Oh Caliborn, you ass <3 This is too cute ^^

Edited 2012-08-09 19:18 (UTC)

This is my new favorite au. Wow just. Yes. Everything about this is yes. <33333333 Fantastic.

“Come on slowpoke!” Highflyer laughed, whirling around in the air only barely avoiding collision with the tree branches. “You haven’t forgotten how to fly, have you?"

Tinkerbull at his side, Pupa chased after his friend with a devious grin, twirling his daggerlance around in his hand in a boyish gesture of one-upmanship. Everyone knew the only one who flew better than Highflyer was Peter, but Pupa was nothing if not determined to keep up.

Whooping and laughing they raced through the forest, occasionally stopping their wild chase to throw some unskilled play-attacks at each other or investigate something particularly interesting until they finally settled on one of the thick branches of a particularly high tree, looking out over the Neverwood forest, Tinkerbull curling up on Pupa’s lap.

It was too early to return to home underground, they both decided. The sun wasn’t even beginning to set, so they made themselves comfortable. Sitting with his back against the tree trunk, Pupa scratched Tinkerbull behind the ears and looked up at the passing clouds.

“That one, uh, looks like a hat!” he pointed, making Highflyer look. Then highflyer pointed out another cloud that looked like a cake until they were both pointing at random, comparing the rough shapes of the clouds to anything even vaguely resembling the silhouette, occasionally getting into small arguments when one would say something looked like a rabbit and the other would claim it was a pair of scissors, though shortly after they mutually agreed that rather than a rabbit or scissors it was a tree instead after which they moved on to the next one.

“That one looks like a pipe!”

“What? I, uh, disagree. The mouth thingie, by which I mean, that is, the stem, doesn’t look anything like uh, that of a peace-pipe at all.”

“Not a peace-pipe dummy. A-a-a, what’s the word, a tobacco pipe.”

“Uh. A what?”

“A tobacco pipe! You know like-“ Highflyer cut off, suddenly frowning. “You know, I’m sure it’s something really important.”

He looked troubled for a moment, fidgeting with his shirt. “I think it is, I mean. More important than a peace-pipe.”

“Are you, uh, really sure about that? What kind of thing, or rather, what manner of pipe could possibly be more important than a peace-pipe?” Pupa shifted uncomfortably, laughing half-heartedly. Then, impulsively he shot out a question that had been nagging in his own mind for a while now. “Hey uh, Highflyer? Have you ever, you know, kissed a girl?”

Highflyer scrunched up his face as if he smelled something nasty. “Ewww, no of course not! Don’t you know girls have,” he paused for dramatic effect, waving his arms around to empathies his words “-cooties?”

“How would you know? Have you ever, uh, met one?” Pupa responded, genuinely curious.
“Of course I’ve met a girl! We see mermaids all the time!”

“Well yeah, but those are, well, mermaids. They don’t count.”

“Then no, I guess? But does it matter? Everyone knows girls have cooties! Are you saying you’ve ever met one?”

“I, well, uh, no. By which I mean yes, actually, I think I have. And I think she kissed me, and I also think she did something to my legs, possibly?”

“She gave your legs cooties?” Highflyer asked, scooting away from Pupa while giving his legs a dubious look making him laugh out loud.

“No, uh, I don’t think that’s quite how it works. I think it was, uh, something a bit more uncomfortable than that, but the memory is kind of fuzzy.”

Highflyer gave him a long, thoughtful look and with a more serious face then Pupa was used to from him, opened his mouth to say something. Then he seemingly changed his mind and shrugged, jumping off the branch and turning to him in midair. “Come on, Pupa! The trees are getting boring, and I’m hungry. Let’s go home.”

You’ve saved just enough time for the dramatic exit every theatrical bone in your body insists you need to have, and as the demons rush forward, drawn by the drip-drip-drip of jade, you step forward to brush the sparkling curtain of mist. And nothing much happens, save the roof of the crumbling cavern begins to fade away, the cathedral domes overhead become a wash of bruised purple sky, roiling with clouds of devastating potential, and you leave the (hideous[unfair{devastatingly familiar}all wrong]) world behind...

Then it begins to hurt.

Of course it does.

Nothing this important could ever be gained easily, or without enough blood spilt to dye the currently-roiling oceans bright red.

The waters you slam into as you land are beautiful and clear, but you have no time to appreciate them. Not with her hanging off your shoulder like this, not with the royal blood (thatSTARTEDthisALL) seeping from a gash out of your side, not…

The last thing you notice before you fall unconscious is the deathly pallor of your companion.

(the sky is azure diamonds)

*****

The sky is twilit diamonds cast across a purple sea, the ground soft beneath you, spongy-- almost like moss. You’re on a hillside halfway up a trepid rise that stretches away into the sky for what must have been miles, and from your vantage point, you hold a commanding view (even if you still can’t lift your head, but try anyway, hearing something give with a sickening crunch when you do)…

And that view holds the most terrific, the most deadly, the most awe-inspiring range of mountains ever conceived, past those in the peaks were your former moirail lived, the one-eyed girl who your thoughts are turning to increasingly more. The twisted peaks are covered in electric-blue snow, cast from the sight far below, yet the range extends for miles and miles up toward the heavens with the gods and horrorterrors you never believed in, which hurt you anyway (despite [in spite] of). The peaks brush the sky, streaking the brown and azure-black with jagged spots of grey, and you wouldn't be surprised if they pierce the upper reaches of the atmosphere. You wouldn’t be surprised at most anything, anymore.

Great crags of overhanging rock and cliff faces a dozen miles high play tricks with your eyes, creating a sense of size so numbing that it couldn't be properly seen. And that’s just the boundaries of this new world, the crazy lost city your matesprit pulled you into for one last grand adventure (an adventure you can’t help but think you’ve had before).

Down and away to the right, just past Atlantis itself, miles upon miles of black rock and twisted thrusts of reef marred with burnt coral (the handiwork of a mad prince you’re sure you knew was here), brush up against the Lost City, seeming almost to taint it. Nothing that broken, that hideous, that black-rotting wrong should touch this thing of sheer majesty; it goes against the way of the world, but it’s also the coastline, and there should be an ocean beyond it… but that ocean had long since dried up, leaving behind a terrifying, lifeless wasteland. Lifeless even with the two of you here, for Aradia hasn’t woken since you tumbled through the Last Gate and landed in another world entirely, and the dark stains of blood tell you she maybe won’t. Feferi, your beautiful whispering grey-skinned dear, is maybe alive-- you hope so. She's your only hope to end all this since she started it ANywAVES. Your own blood is drying fast, but your skin glows and your eyes gleam, and you haven’t been alive since the first time she died (the dark prince has never counted in this mad equation of life, not even when he was sane).

Behind you rise two twisted pillars of dark obsidian stone, stone streaked with violet and mauve and who knows what else? The colours of a seadweller’s purple army. Dead and lifeless now, the Gates of Atlantis have done their task, to get you (the saviours, of something, of everything maybe)… and the Lost City sits far below, surrounded by natural barriers of impenetrable rock and a dead ocean. A haze of indigo light merge with neon-blue ensconced over the spires and outlandish architecture below, a place where you feel your crazy diamond girl could have felt right at home.

You almost wish she was here, before remembering it’s been eight perigrees now since she died (at your own hand[a necessary death{AJustDeath/butTHATDoesnt CHAngeaTHING\you’reaMURderer}nomatterHOWMUchsheHAdITComing]shetrustedyouandYOUKILLedherinherSLEEP)

(the sky is azure diamonds and the city is beautiful)

******

When you wake, it’s to a beautifully concerned face and the scent of strawberries. She’s using her body to shield you from the gently harmonious rain, soaking her clothes transparent-through in the process—you can’t say you mind. After all you’ve been through, a peek is the least of your worries, but a nice guilty pleasure nonetheless (even though you’re sure she knows).

But these are thoughts for later, after you’re off this ancient beautiful familiar mountain and safely hidden within the wonderland below. A madcap wonderland full of ancient, deadly magic, a hibernating demonic army, and more than a few copies of a prince driven insane by love (oh, and the h-o-r-r-or-t-e-r-r-o-r tanglebuddies he has[beautifulTHINgstheYARE{can’t get a grip on your mind}notEVER] far too strong).

You begin to move out, and as you do so it began to snow – the heavens opened up (at a bit of coaxing from the prince who would term himself RULErofEVERYFin if you don’t stop him[he’sshowingheknowsyou’rehere[ANDisn’tAFRAID{neverAFraid/notToDIe\notYOu}])and a rain of pure silver flakes, sparkling and warm, follows you down the mountainside.

(the sky is snowy azure diamonds, the city is beautiful, and you think you’re both going quite mad[QUITEmadINdeed])

But you’ll keep going.

You’ll always keep going, through many lives you only might maybe remember, all thousand of you and Kanaya and the rust-blood dead at your side.

iIiii[i](I)

am(AM[aM]Am)

Legion(alwayshundREDSOFyounOMATTerwhat)

([{/Let the Games begin\}])

Edited 2012-08-09 19:56 (UTC)

warning: cartoon gore

[transcript:

Panel 1- Bro and Davesprite are high-fiving in front of a scoreboard that says "Team Decapitated 1" and "Team Impaled 19". The scoreboard has just dinged to indicate another goal scored.

Panel 2- Doomed Dave in the Felt suit with his throat slit is talking to the off-screen Dirk.

Dave: "cmon man get your-"
Dirk: "Don't you dare."

Panel 3-Dirk's beheaded body holding his talking head in one hand and the AR sunglasses in the other.

AR: Get your head in the game.
Dirk: Screw you AR.
AR: Lil' Hal.
Dirk: Override Code Goat.

AR starts bleating like a goat.]

are we still allowed to second prompts because i want to see this

Sollux/Terezi

the Crayola Crayon Factory

Designs somewhat based off benderstuck @ tumblr

HHFSHGNFD

OH MY GO DTHIS IS PERFECT YES THANK YOU

THANK YOU AAAA

awesome!! :D

ldkfj;dfjk perfect oh my god thank you

Probably NOT what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy it anyway. When I saw you icon I knew I had to fill it.

“It’s been a long time since we went through the old photo albums, huh Sollux?”

“Whatever you thay dad.” The boy rolls his eyes and sinks further into the couch. “It wath latht month.”

“Still been a while.” His eyes land on the old dust covered photo album, “How about instead of looking at pictures of your mom and then crying, we look at something else.” He holds the book up for Sollux to see.

“What’th in there?”

“These are pictures from when I was about your age.” He dusts the book off as he moves to join Sollux on the couch.

His son perks up curiously. “Really, were you anything like me?”

The man smiles and reaches over and ruffles Sollux’s hair. “I wasn’t as angsty.” Sollux sticks out his tongue. “And I most certainly didn’t mutilate my body. Now get that back in your mouth before I cut it off.”

“Ehehe, you wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re right, too much blood to clean up.” He opens the album, Sollux scoots closer , and he begins telling his son who everybody was and what was happening when each picture was taken to the best of his memory.

“I didn’t know you liked boyth.”

He laughs, “Your mom was actually the exception. I told you, you and I weren’t so different.” You avoid looking at the picture.

“He lookth tho much like kk, ith that why you like him tho much? Nobody elthe parentth like him.”

“That’s part of the reason, but he’s really a good kid just a little rough around the edges.”

A smile tugs up on Sollux’s lips. “When wath thith picture taken?”

“It was the summer between my sophomore and freshmen year. I was fifteen at the time and still lispy.” Sollux sticks out his tongue again wiggling the two sides in different ways. His dad wrinkles his nose in mock disgust.

“Did you like him?”

“I was in love with him. Even now I’m convinced I was. He was my best friend, and he was pretty much perfect in every way. I just wanted him to be happy, and to make sure he kept smiling.” He finally caves and looks down at the picture, if you didn’t know any better you’d say it was your son and his best friend in the picture wearing ironic matching mouse hats. Only you know that their hands wouldn’t be interlaced like that, and Karkat wouldn’t look that happy whether or not he was.

He remembers that day fondly, back at Disneyland, where his confession had spilled from his like water and the other boy had kissed him hard, but sweet.

It seems like a dream now, and maybe it was.

“Where ith he now?”

“I don’t know. The last I heard from him was at me and your mother’s wedding.” You set the book down, “He told me that he couldn’t come because he couldn’t stand to see the man he loved married off to another.”

“But I theen him in your wedding pictuerth.” Sollux blinks up at him.

“He came, pretended to be happy for me, and maybe in a way he actually was. But after that I never saw or heard from him again.”

Sollux stares at his knees, “Do you ever regret marrying mom?”

“That’s a loaded question. Sometimes I do. Don’t get me wrong, I loved your mother dearly, and I have you now and I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world. It’s just I have to wonder where life would be if I hadn’t married your mother. If I had just walked away when he asked me too.”

“Have you ever thought of trying to find him?”

“Of course, Sollux, but I wouldn’t know where to start.” There’s a loud banging on the door that could only belong to Karkat. “Run along now, have fun.”

Sollux stands up with a nod. “I’ll let you know what’s going on.” He grabs his laptop bag sitting by the door and he’s out it in a flash.

He spends the rest of the day lost in his memories. Sollux calls him and tells him he’s staying over at Karkat’s. So he eats dinner alone.

TA: 293-281-2823 call him
SP: where’d you get it?
TA: you don’t want two know, ju2t call him

After an hour of thinking about it, you do.

Aww this is really cute and sweet! Definitely not was I was expecting but
I really like that you managed to turn a Disneyworld prompt into something wistful and serious.

What a good fill, thank you! <: Also omg, you recognize my icon?

Oh wow this is really good! Oh man I just want to know what happens next. XD

Great job!!

John/Rose (red, pale, gen)

Winchester Mystery House

Im so glad this is at the end of a page every time i get to the bottom of this page i just get to sort of stare at this for a little while GOSH A GOOD DRAW

Rose/Karkat/Dave (gen/pale/ashen)

Old Kingdom (Abhorsen)

Aradia/Jake (any quadrant/gen)

Capela dos Ossos

John<>Sollux

Toon Town (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)

Aradia/Sollux/Jade/Jake (gen/any quadrants)

The Sedlec Ossuary

Thank you! Later Caliborn gives Dirk a gold tooth as a romantic gesture to apologize for knocking out Dirk's incisor and then accidentally swallowing it while making out. Dirk totally wears it.

ship: Dave<3Jade<3Terezi

location: New Orleans

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BONUS ROUND 5

Bonus Round 5

Re: FILL: TEAM [Alpha!Dave♥Alpha!Rose]

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

Re: Fill: Team Dave<3<Karkat<3Terezi<3Dave

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ERIDAN

FILL: TEAM Eridan<3<Vriska

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

Fill: TEAM Eridan♥Sollux

Re: PROMPT: TEAM John<3Rose

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 ROSE <3 TEREZI

Re: PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAD

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAD

FILL: TEAM Karkat♥Sollux

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PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3JADE<3KARKAT