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 JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

Karkat <> Kanaya: bloodswap + online dating

FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3JADE

[jadesprite]

He looks you up and down, mouth a bracketed line; hands frozen on keys, fingers drawn up at the knuckles, pointed like needles. Hunched over his husktop, there's a slight sickly glow cast across his face from the screen, and somehow he is less attractive than you would have imagined but only in the ways that don't matter. There are bags under his eyes--he looks in desperate need of sleep. At least, more and better than he's getting as is. You hold your tongue.

"Hey," he says, eventually, and his voice is like versed in a language of sighs. 'Hello' you say, quietly, the tone of talking to a small beast, and together then you settle back into uncomfortable silence. His video glitches, a little: the yellow of his eyes spills out in miniscule squares. M/JADEBLOOD/EIGHT SWEEPS, the ad had said, A GROSS FUCKING MESS. His shoulders are hunched and his nails are bitten down to the quick (and yet still marked, a sheening green): he looks so on-edge you could probably scrape your skin on every one of his joints. DIAMONDS ONLY, NON-NEGOTIABLE. "Fuck, you know, I've never--"

Without thinking you run your fingers along the top of your husktop. You immediately feel ridiculous. "-- never done this before. I swear." He looks at you very earnestly, digs his teeth into his lower lip, and your chest burns, something like a sinking feeling.

"It wouldn't matter if you had," you say; you try to sound comforting and it comes so quickly to you it is in some way alarming, perhaps. "There is nothing wrong with -- with wanting somebody." You forcibly shelve the curiosity of to whom this justification is aimed. (Pale Intentions Only, in a granite, anonymous grey. Everyone has their vulnerabilities, you tell yourself, everyone, for something.)

His hands slacken, laying palms-flat against the keyboard, and you can see better now the bones of his wrists jutting out behind his skin. You can picture with such clarity his ribs, his back, all of him angular; you can picture your hands on his hair. His face against your shoulder.

He looks like he has nothing at all to say that would not suffocate him. For a moment he stares at you, so unsure of himself, so lost, before his shoulders drops, his everything unravels. "Yeah," he says, "I guess not."