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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!
FILL: Team Jane<3Roxy. [tw: body horror, parasites.]
"Hey, KK," Sollux said. "How do you think that thing shits?"
"Probably in the same way that you speak," Karkat snapped, giving a last two stomps to the snake's heads and kicking up a small cloud of dust. "By unleashing a load of vile excrement whenever it opened its mouth! Now take off your pants."
"No," he said, and Karkat looked so fucking heartbroken that he rolled his eyes and said, “Wow, way to take a joke.” He rolled up the leg of his jeans, which he had stolen off of one of Vriska’s caravan-raiding bandits the last time they met up. It was two sizes too baggy around his waist, but he could probably fit in a barkbeast in there if he really wanted to. Karkat pushed him down, and squatted next to the leg. He prodded the leg, which was already becoming hot, and then sniffed it a few times.
“I know shit about snakebites.”
“Way to go, jackass,” Sollux said, and giggled, again, from fear.
“Screw you,” Karkat said, and then stuck his tongue on the bites and tried to suck—it was funny, so Sollux didn’t stop him. A good five minutes later, he released his leg and said, “We’re going back to town.”
*
Karkat knew even less than shit about snakebites. Within an hour, his boot was too tight for his leg, and Karkat had to cut it off of him; then by sundown he had a fever. The night before Sollux got the bite, some douchenozzle ran off with their horses and half of their supplies, and they were at least four days away from an outpost, never mind a town.
He woke up in the dark with the sun on his face; he drank Karkat’s lukewarm dirt-clod soup and swallowed teeth. They had stopped moving. Karkat was bad at lighting fires.
At night, cold and blind, freaking toothless—what was next, his hair?—and leaking blood from his gums and down to his throat, Sollux shivered in his blankets and said, “Holy fuck. I’m dying.”
Karkat grumbled, one part like I’m answering that, you spoiled city shit and another part wordless terror. Sollux felt okay with it. It felt inevitable, and safe. He reached over, aiming for Karkat’s shoulder, and instead sticking his fingers into Karkat’s cheek. He adjusted.
He was sorry for Karkat, because there was no way he was going to make it without him. They had been on the run ever since Karkat’s eyes filled in, making their slow and steady way west. Why not, he had thought at the beginning. It wasn’t like he was going to become anything other than to fuel a ship to India or China. But now that he thought about it, he felt as though they should have teamed up with Vriska and Aradia. They were rolling in loot; the last time they saw Vriska, she slept in piles of wanted posters. And Aradia sometimes wrote him encouraging letters.
This blew. This was the thiths. The shits.
“Cheer up, stupid,” he said. “Maybe TZ will finally pity you enough to let you live as her consort.” Conthort. “Slave.” Thlave. “Rentboy. God damn it.” Godthamn it.
Karkat worked his hand under the blanket, his forearm against Sollux side, and his horns pressing lightly against Sollux’s shoulder. “You’re not going to die,” he said. “I swear to God. I’m going to rip your bulge off and stuff it down your throat if you do. I’ll stuff your shameglobes up your wastechute and twist them until you spurt abso-fucking-lutely nothing into the pail, you hear me? You hear me,” he said, his hand trailing down Sollux’s chest in a long, sad line.
*
Karkat wasn’t going to get a chance to kill him. Right after he went to sleep again, he woke up screaming, his whole body flaming. His leg twitched, jerked, then felt as though it burst apart in a furious spray of leg chunks—something, he realized, had just popped out of his freaking leg, ate its way out of him like a freaking firework. Then that feeling moved up his thigh, into his bulge, in his gut, everywhere, the whole of him blowing like a stick of dynamite, a ton of TNT, blowing apart like mountains and volcanoes—
“Holy fucking shit,” Karkat screamed—
Oh, he was dead, he was going to fucking die, his eyes were exploding out of his head and snakes were pouring out of the sockets in rivets, smaller ones exploding from his gums, spraying his blood everywhere, millions of snakes—
*
He woke up still alive, with his eyes full of cotton and his body covered in fur. He was also, maybe, in a bed. His head felt stuffed and fuzzy—fuzzy, he hoped, from morphine and not because someone had taxidermied him and preserved his brain in a jar.
“Hey, asshole,” Karkat said. “Guess what I found.”
“Heaven?”
“Yeah, that’s it! Your measly attempts at wit this soon after waking up are pathetic. I could vomit into a pail. That’s how sick you make me. Some freak animal girl saw you light up like a freaking galactic lightbulb and dragged us to her creepy underground hovel.”
“Am I out of snakes?”
“You’d better be,” Karkat muttered, and stroked Sollux’s hair, digging his fingers between his horns. “That was the worst thing I’ve ever experienced. Worse than hearing Vriska pailing herself in Aradia’s tent!” He shoved a cup of water at Sollux’s mouth, and dipped it towards his face. Half of it splashed onto Sollux’s chin and chest instead. Sollux curled his tongue towards the water, and lapped it. Karkat rubbed at his head, soothing and calm. “Worse than anything,” he repeated.
“Yeah,” Sollux said, aware of Karkat’s breath on his nose and lips, but not processing it until they were kissing, badly and with a lot of gums. “Sorry,” he said, which made Karkat kiss him again, the wavy shape of his teeth scraping against his lips, and his blunt tongue tracing the scabs where his teeth once rested, as though he meant to replace all Sollux’s teeth with his affection, with his relief.
Re: FILL: Team Jane<3Roxy. [tw: body horror, parasites.]