BONUS ROUND 1

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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

1. 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.


2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!


3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.


4. 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.
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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.
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
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!

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[outcastermine]

Gamzee <3 Roxy
(overcoming maybe?) drug addiction + hurt/comfort

FILL: TEAM ENGLISH

[cloelia]

WARNING: alcohol use, withdrawal/craving.

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The world is burnt toast and a bathtub of pumpkin guts, the world is rotting oinkbeast butt and eyelids sleep-crust-shut. You are sober. You have been sober for six days. Nothing will ever be good ever again.

“I want to die,” you confess. Or, rather, moan. You are slumped against a stupid dead tomb thing and by golly gee willikers you want a goddamn bed or maybe an eyemask. One filled with cooling gel. Cooling gel that is actually Jell-O shots.

“I can fix that right up for you, sister.”

You eye Mr. Janeys Clowny Snake-Oil-Salesman Spirit Guide w/ Bonus Codpiece, a.k.a Your Wicked Brother. He eyes back. You consider, briefly, how deudly his clwas appear.

You think a thing about hyperactive amygdalas, and atrophied hippocampuses, and maybe also the literal fuckin’ gallons of blood getting pushed all rum-tum-tum-a-tum through your bloodpusher at this very moment in time, wow Roxy, good choices good life.

You want a drink.

“Awwww, that’s so sweet. But don’t worry about it, I’m good.” Your own voice is packing peanuts squeaking over each other, fingertips squishing sawdust over packing peanuts. Squish squish.

“You sure?” he says.

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine.” Squeak squeak.

His weird purple eyes pierce you, maybe, but not like the shitty homemade earrings you contrived at age 11, when all you wanted was to be a normal girl. Took aaaaaaaages to clear out that infection. Dirk talked you through the first aid procedures over webcam while you were still buzzed on preemptively downed pain meds. You’re pretty sure he left the room to barf once. No matter how his fetishes have evolved, kid used to freak the fuck out at the sight of blood.

Wait, what was the point of that? Right. Piercings. Not inexpert. You would barely have to disinfect that shit, it is so precise and clean. Ugh. Hope Janey gets back soon. You love her dearly, but—on the sharpness scale, girl’s a butterknife.

Because you’re an idiot, you say, “Don’t point those eyes at me, Mister.”

In response, he moves toward you. Stares at your hair, your vulnerable human lady head. Wow, scary. Wow, he’s reaching for you. Wow, Clowncock McWickedface, maybe you should back the fuck off!

You tell him so. With your fists.

…Or, well, you would. If your forehead. Was not throbbing. So goddamn insistently.

“Do yr worst,” you acquiesce. SQUEAKSQUISHSWQUAKEAJDJDJ

He kisses the crown of your head.