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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 [Nepeta<3Terezi]
The cockpit is a vision straight from your daymares; swaths of red light timed to a pulse, cracked glass, and the gurgling spill of luminescent juice from busted circuitry to your left. A gas line hisses from a split in its membrane, emitting a small jet of foul steam. All of the viewscreens are strobes, flashing static and garbled readouts and angry warnings which means you're blind, trapped in a metal and wetware coffin only stars knew where. You're caged, the entire sky reduced to a tiny cocoon of broken parts.
It was the simplest scout mission, just there and back; now this. En route to base and you got blown out of the sky, half of you knocked unconscious and the other half useless with a smoking crater for a left wing, plummeting in a smoking spiral toward the ground. You should have been a smear on the ground, or a sinking shipwreck in the water. You shouldn't have woken up. The information plastered in your control box swims in a swirling haze of light, silent except for the sounds of critical malfunction. You're just about to scream when the suit's vocals crackle to life.
"If you're spewing pathetic insults, then I guess that means you're fine and fucking dandy."
"Fuck me, holy grubmother of shitworthy stars," is what hisses out when your lungs collapse in relief. You gasp and then, "I'm not fine. I'm bleeding. You crashed and now I'm bleeding and it's all your fault."
"How the bloody hell is it my fault? You're the pilot."
"Override! A perfectly simple, wiggler textbook override, y-"
You're cut short by fluid in your airways and you lean forward to spit between your knees, groaning as the movement makes the matter inside your braincase feel like it's swelling to burst. You cough up your standard issue lunch too. You try to process the crackling voice that surrounds you like a dizzying vat of pissed off while your whole body caves into your stomach.
"I did override, nookstain. That's why we're still alive, though barely just. There were four missiles, man. Four. That's shit outta luck, no matter what hopbeastbrained stunt we could have pulled. Some pailgargler meant serious business."
You are so tired. You need an entire ablutionary wash for your mouth and you may very well be bleeding out into the machine. Kind of funny, you think. Side by side, you and him were just a boy and a ship with a copy of his brain, but get speared and you bled about equally. How disgustingly romantic, slow death in the guts of your fucked up mechanical flushcrush. It's sick enough to make you hurl from the sweetness.
"Can you still function? Damage report."
"I'm alive. Don't even try to ask me to fly, but I can walk. Are you okay?"
"Yeah," you whisper and place your bloody hands on the controls at your sides. He kills the brilliant alerts and fills the fragmented screens with blank cherry red; a horrible sort of comfort, you guess. You'll take it. "What now?"
"I think it's safe to say that, as of thirty-six minutes ago, we're officially freelance. Some asshole—or amalgamation of assholes—tried to get us killed. I say we come back from the dead and return the favor."
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