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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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Ah, Colonel Sassacre doesn't get to join in the fun?

Kanaya regarded her levelly. "Have you ever thought it strange," she said, "that historical records indicate that none of our standing set of social pastimes have undergone serious change in a thousand years?"

A silence.

"I think we also have Monopoly," said Rose.

Oh, hooray for everything this fic is.

"Noooo Rose you don't get it!" Jade protests, smacking the dashboard for emphasis. Rose eyes the lane to the left like a vulture, watching for an opening; this was a mistake, as it makes Jade grab her shoulder for attention. She supposes crawling forward at their current pace doesn't require such a keen eye, and listens.

"If he WANTED to kill without anyone realizing it was murder he totally could! But he just stuck with the heart attacks because he wants people to KNOW it's him!"

"Then why does he maintain his anonymity?" Roses asks, listlessly.

"It's BECAUSE he doesn't want L to find him! That would make it super easy, and then we wouldn't have all those mind games!"

"From what I hear, L scarcely considers any other suspect. It appears, in fact, the entire scenario is just a thinly veiled pretext for homoeroticism."

A slightly conflicted expression forms on Jade's face, which Rose easily deciphers as the urges to enthusiastically agree and disagree with the statement conflicting in her head. Rose is just familiar enough to think, Just as planned.

The lane starts moving again before Jade can answer; eventually, she mutters, "Not just that."

----

Rose has cleaned her plate and is now reading a small book she brought just for this eventuality. Jade has barely touched her food, except for the bacon which she starts gnawing at whenever her excitement reaches a certain peak.

A sympathetic waitress pours Rose another cup of coffee.

"And then he reveals his power is to make black holes!" Jade gesticulates widely in an attempt to find a suitable pantomime. It's a small miracle that her tall glass of orange juice is still upright after this entire conversation.

"Does he, at any point, stick candles in his beard and light them on fire?" Rose asks, turning the page.

"What? No. He does fight a guy on fire, though."

"Well, the historical Blackbeard did that. Hard to say this guy measures up."

"Ooh! But he does have a great laugh!" Jade lets out a loud and oddly high-pitched "zehahaha!" that causes the entire diner to turn around.

Rose sips at her coffee pointedly as Jade shrinks into her seat.

"Why is all my food so cold." Jade says, obliviously.

-----

"But the ending was so sad!"

Jade bounces a little on the hotel bed, clutching the pillow tightly as if she would dissolve into pure feels without something to hold onto. Rose sighs, and decides it's time to take action.

"He decides the only way for world peace is--mmph!" Jade abruptly finds her mouth forcefully sealed by Rose's own. Rose flings the pillow aside and insinuates herself into Jade's embrace as they kiss. It's by far the longest she's gone without hearing Jade's voice all day.

"If you're trying to get me to stop, Rose," Jade says, holding her, "that's not exactly discouragement."

Rose chuckles. "I know how reinforcement works, dear." She nuzzles Jade's neck and whispers into her ear. "Maybe I just didn't want to be spoiled."

Edited 2012-08-07 20:17 (UTC)

Ahaha, this is so cute! <3

Rose: ...and then the highblood culler picked up the pail, the midnight light reflecting off its polished surface, whispering to the emerald blushed girl in front of her, "Are you ready to intertwine our bulges?"
Karkat: GODDAMN IT LALONDE. YOU'VE BEEN READING THAT PIECE OF SHIT SMUTTY ASS NOVEL OUT LOUD FOR THREE HOURS NOW. CAN'T I DRIVE IN SOME SILENT ASS PEACE?
Rose: Actually, it would be more correct to say I began reading it out loud three hours ago, since then you've plagued my sharing of this literature with constant and insistent interruptions.
Karkat: NO SHIT. I'VE ALREADY FUCKING READ IT, IT WAS A PIECE OF SHIT, WASTE OF SPACE THAT SHOULD BE BURNED IN A HOLE WITH SEVERAL OF DAMNED PIECES OF SHIT.
Rose: Hush, Karkles, you are most definitely enjoying it.
Karkat: FUCKING ASS DISNEY AND SHITTY ASS LONG DRIVES. DON'T CALL ME THAT, IT'S ANNOYING ENOUGH WHEN TEREZKI DOES IT FOR HOURS ON END INTO THE DAMNED HOURS OF THE NIGHT. BESIDES, THE WHOLE BOOK WAS JUST THE TERRIBLE ASS WRITER'S WAY TO INDULGE IN A METRIC FUCKTON OF WEIRD ASS FETISHES.
Rose: And that is what causes it to be so interesting. Have you never had a desire to peer into the minds of others and see what they personally rub their shameglobes to?
Karkat: NOT AT ALL. GOD KNOWS, I GET ENOUGH OF YOU ASSHOLES AS IT IS.
Rose: But Karkles--
Karkat: KARKAT, DAMN YOU!
Rose: Yes, damn him indeed.
Karkat: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--
Rose: As I was beginning to say, do you not find the relationship's chemistry at least somewhat interesting?
Karkat: CHEMISTRY? WHAT FUCKING CHEMISTRY? THEY MET EACH OTHER IN A SLEAZY AS GAMEZEE'S ASS JOINT AND PAILED. AFTER THAT THEY PROCEED TO PAIL SOME MORE. THEY LITERALLY HAVE NO FUCKING REASON TO BE WITH EACH OTHER BEYOND WHORISH PAILING.
Rose: But does that not leave room for one's own interpretation and ability to look into the matter and derive a possible explanation why?
Karkat: FUCK NO. IT'S LIKE ONE OF THOSE FUCKING OLD DISNEY MOVIES. THE PRINCE CHARMING COMES IN, SAVES THE ASS OF THE LOUSY BITCH, THEY KISS AND LIVE FUCKING HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND THEN FUCK A BUNCH OFF SCREEN BEFORE THE SEARING PAIN OF REALITY SMACKS THEIR ASSES INTO LINE, AND THEN PROCEED TO BREAK UP AND CRY LIKE THERE WAS SOMETHING ACTUALLY THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Rose: Intriguing point of view I suppose, but I would much rather be under the illusion of some deeper meaning instead, so we shall continue?
Karkat: DAMN IT, ROSE, DO WE HAVE TO?
Rose: But I am far too caught up rubbing myself in dark pleasure at the forbidden actions in this scene.
Karkat: FUCKING CRACK A JOKE LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL DUMP YOU AND THE REST OF YOUR SHIT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, TAKE YOUR TICKET, AND ENJOY TWICE THE LENGTH STAY WHILE KICKING MICKEY IN THE NUTS.
Rose: I do not see what connection Mickey has with the conversation at present.
Karkat: BECAUSE I MADE HIM PART OF IT, WHETHER HE FUCKING LIKES IT OR NOT. THE FATE OF HIS WRINKLY LITTLE SHITTY BALLS IS IN YOUR HANDS, ROSE.
Rose: Oh, I feel under such stress and pressure, I might just continue to read this book out loud to allow for some relief of tension.
Karkat: FUCK! FINE. REALLY ROSE, THE HIGHBLOOD IS JUST AN ENTITLED BITCH AND THE PANSY ASS BEGGAR IS A SUBMISSIVE DUMBASS ANYWAY THAT GETS WAY TOO MUCH OUT OF WHIPPINGS. MORE GODDAMN FETISHES.
Rose: ...
Karkat: ROSE?
Rose: ...
Karkat: STOP THAT DROOLING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, GET ANY OF THAT ON MY SEAT AND I'LL STOP THIS CAR RIGHT NOW!
Rose: Ah, um, of course I was not doing something as disgusting as drooling.
Karkat: AND I BET YOUR PANTIES AREN'T WET EITHER, YOU'RE A SHITTY LIAR. BESIDES, THE FUCKING ENDING WAS A FLAT LINE ANYWAY, THE TWO--
Rose: Karkat! Spoilers!
Karkat: BUT!
Rose: No buts, you can refrain from sharing your opinion on the ending until we arrive at it.
Karkat: AAAARGHAAHHHHHHH--
Rose: Now where was I? Right, the intertwining of the bulges...
Karkat: FUCK!

Edited 2012-08-07 20:39 (UTC)

I THOUGHT ABOUT IT but I wasn't sure people would want to write him? I GUESS I COULD, THOUGH

fjskdlfs I don't want to be a horrible prompting monster BUT a man has needs, I guess

em what have you done
what have you
done

Don't worry about prompting too much, I was just wishing that there was a bigger variety to choose from.

Poppop Crocker and Dad Crocker, gen
A college trip in Washington State

Edited 2012-08-07 20:42 (UTC)

Colonel Sassacre and Betty Crocker
Honeymoon

Edited 2012-08-07 20:42 (UTC)

All the Beta kids and their Guardians, ships optional
The Oregon Trail

Edited 2012-08-07 20:44 (UTC)

Hahaha, she is so terrified. I love it, and I love Kanaya wearing Rose's necklace and Rose's too-big jacket.

OH HECK. Please someone fill this, because I can't.

On Alternia, no one would dare name a bridge golden unless it was the congealed consequence of a million leaking psiioniics. You find that you prefers the human approach, which, while ranging from the counterintuitive to the downright illogical, does allow for the cinnamon smudge that rides the milky horizon to fill your nostrils with its spicy breadth.

Vriska pronounces it snoozeworthy, and pulls on your arm until you begin to think fondly about ripping it off and beating her over the head with it. The only thing really preventing you is that the symmetry would be so poetic as to grow painful. Instead you turn around so fast that Vriska has to let go of your elbow, and say, "Fine! What would you like to see?"

Vriska seems taken aback. She has seemed taken aback since you found her, quiet and recessed in a way that would look nauseatingly boisterous on anyone but her. She's Vriska, and she will always chafe, but she's-- trying, and for once in her lives her desperate efforts give off light but not heat. Maybe it's something she learned following a dead John through the streets of his winterbound city; how to fade.

You don't like it. You think you wanted it, once, more than anything.

"I don't know," she's saying, and you smell the shape of her mouth, how it fattens and thins like a fish's against glass. Through the clear salt-flavored air, it reeks of low-hanging fruit: blueberries grown glaucous and dark under leaves. "Somewhere cool. What about the Empire State Building?"

"That's in New York," you say, leaving off the dumbs. You are so full of compassion that you might vomit pity if you don't control the movement of your breath. "This is San Francisco."

"Whatever," says Vriska. "I can't keep these human names straight. They're so boring! They don't mean anything."

You think of the bridge behind you, the bay at the bottom of the hill. "San Francisco was the name of one of their saints," you tell her. You have been doing your reading. Wikipedia has no holographs and will never spit an informative grub into your lap if you hit download, but it is endearingly haphazard, like a thornbush or a person.

"What's a saint?" asks Vriska. Once she would have pretended to know.

"I'm not sure," you say. You offer her your hand, and after a moment she takes it. Her palm is cool and dry cupped over yours.

Ahead of you there is a precipitous drop, a road so steep you can't imagine why the land wasn't terraformed, leveled to lay even with the sea. But humans, lazy, kind, sometimes leave land unshaped, choosing not to soften its bitter bones.

The sun, golden, skates down the roofs of the parked cars. It descends stairwise; to lose itself below.

Edited (LOL WOW WHAT IS THE THIRD PERSON) 2012-08-07 20:58 (UTC)

"You look nice," Aranea said. She waved her hand through the red mist that made up Auto's torso.

"I always look nice," Auto responded. "The sudden semi-corporal body is simply rendering my hunkiness into a form you mortals can understand."

"I'm not mortal," Aranea pointed out.

"Nitpicking," Auto said. "Let's get this show on the road, we've got people to rescue."

As they walked down the dark tunnels things shifted around them. Constantly evolving digital code was rewriting the fabric of this virtual reality a million time a second. To those who had the capacity to see it was utterly breathtaking.

"Meh," Auto said. "When are we getting to the river?"

"River?" Aranea asked.

"What, you trolls don't have those?" Auto asked.

"Oh, we do," Aranea said. "I didn't know computers did."

"I'm not a computer," Auto said. "It's more complicated than that."

"This sort of thing is not my forte," Aranea admitted. "Programs and scripts and web thingies."

"Thingies? Is that the technical Alternian term?"

Aranea huffed.

They finally reached the river, made of broken programs howling as they writhed across the ground. If you got too close they would lash out, trying to grab your leg and suck the data from your body, reducing you to error messages and spam.

"Okay, that is legitimately kind of creepy," Auto said.

Across the waves came a boat, pushed by a lean figure in dark robes.

"But that? Just cliché," Auto said.

"Don't we need money?" Aranea asked.

"I'll just siphon some bitcoins from an idiot in Indiana," Auto said.

"I don't understand what those are," Aranea said.

"Don't worry," Auto said. "No one does."

The passing of what appeared to all non-digital entities around to be nothing but empty air satisfied the ferryman, because he gestured for Auto and Aranea to come aboard. He paddled them across the turbulent waters. They disembarked and traveled deeper, down winding steps through tunnels decorated with jpeg artifacts and comic sans graffiti.

"This truly is hell," Auto said.

Aranea nodded in agreement.

The three headed hell hound wasn't much of a threat honestly. They had its data wiped out before it could even growl.

"Hey dumbasses," came a voice. "I liked that mutt."

"Meenah!" Aranea cried. She rushed forward to the sea troll who was sprawled on the throne. Auto approached more cautiously.

"I guess I'll just get someone to make a new one," Meenah said. "There's so many programming flunkies just begging for my attention. They'd make me a hundred hounds with a hundred heads each."

"Yo," Dirk said. He was sitting in the lower throne next to Meenah, literally her right hand man.

"Yo," Auto answered.

"Here to take us back, right?" Dirk asked.

"That was the general plan."

"Ugh I don't want to leave," Meenah whined. "This place is way cooler than the last afterlife dump. Hey Aranea, why don't we ditch the buys and you stay with me? We can rule these chumps together. What do you say?"

"I guess I could like the tuna that," Aranea answered. Meenah squealed, jumping and hugging Aranea so hard they both fell to the ground.

"Let's blow this place while the lesbifins are busy," Dirk said.

"Lesbifins?" Auto asked.

"The fish puns are contagious."

Aradia<3Feferi

Shiz

Glad you liked it! it was fun to write :3

Oh my god are you going to do all of mine? ;_; 8_8

I...added three more to the last page...

Also I think this might've been my favorite one, all the mixed imagery and references were delicious.

Dave<3 Rose

The Pillar of Autumn

Only the ones with old people or sassy computer programs. I have my favorites, you see.

But thanks again, I'm glad you're enjoying these!

I'm so glad this got filled. The clothes are so lovely.

I love your fills btw.

Rose looks really cool here :D

Aah that is such a cute picture...I can't fill this because Cypher's a teammate but man, I'm happy someone did, and with such a nice art! I love the lighting... : >

Dave<3Tavros

Narnia

lol. i'm not even sorry.

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BONUS ROUND 5

Bonus Round 5

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FILL: Team Kanaya<3Rose

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FILL: Team Autoresponder<3Roxy

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Prompt: Team Dave<3Karkat