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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!
PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI
FILL: TEAM JOHN<3DAVESPRITE
old school shoujo manga/riyoko ikeda style lol i'm sorry
Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3DAVESPRITE
Oh my gosh.
<333333
I'm seriously crying right now, this is amazing ;u;
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Re: FILL: TEAM JOHN<3DAVESPRITE
G o o d.
You have created something beautiful this day, friend.
Be proud.
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FILL: TEAM BRO<3JOHN
I have no fucking clue what I’m doing here. My inner horrorterror is just screaming unintelligibly at this point, practically having a seizure and writhing on the floor in a fit of uncontrollable lustful fury. On the outside, John is nibbling at my neck with those fucking absurd teeth that I can’t get enough of, and I fail to withhold a shudder.
“Heheh, you’re so sensitive, Karkat,” he whispers. Jeezing fuck, he can read my reactions so well it’s beyond embarrassing.
“Shut up,” I whisper back, and then wonder why the hell we’re whispering. “Shut the fuck up,” I amend, louder.
“Shhhhhh,” he says, moving his hands up to rub at my horns sensually, and my inner tentacle monster just sort of gives up, flopping over and twitching every so often with errant spasms.
Holy bulgemunching hoofbeast it feels good. I moan like a fucking pathetic nooksniffing loser and grab hold of John’s incredible and incredibly infuriating biceps. No one’s ever touched me there. I’d have clawed their damn eyes out if they tried. But John is different. I feel like letting him touch me in all manner of awful places. Speaking of which...
“Gosh, you sure are hard for me, that’s so cool,” he notes softly, his hand ghosting over the front of my pants. I make a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl, a fuckawful shitslurry combination of shame, fury, and yes, arousal. Arousal so great it was probably going to collapse in on itself and create the most debauched, fluid-filled black hole that ever existed. Any poor soul that dared to venture near would get sucked in and consumed, drenched in the worst conceivable dimension that would ever be known.
My inner horrorterror is raising its horrific many-beaked head in interest at the attention John was giving to my bulge though, despite the terrible fate it was going to doom the world to.
“Hurry up, John,” I mutter, my voice somehow lacking its usual volume and vehemence.
“Mm, so eager. Okay baby, bend over for me,” he says, sounding like he’s not trying very hard at all to hold back a gale of laughter. Now he’s giving me orders. Shit. And what’s more, I’m fucking following them, bending at the waist to lay across his lap. Double shit. I have no clue what’s going to happen (because I am so inexperienced and would never let anyone do this kind of horrid shit to me).
“You’ve got such a nice rump,” he snickers, a hand going over to caress it. His fingertips send waves of fire across my thinly covered skin, and my inner horrorterror is practically shitting itself.
And then, his hand is gone, and then suddenly it’s back, sharp and hard against the left cheek. I am speechless. For a moment. And then-
“WHAT THE SCREECHING, PILE-DRIVING, BULGE-RIPPING, SHIT-FUCKING, FUCK-SHITTING FUCK, EGBERT?!” I shout, rearing up and shoving him in the chest. He goes down on the bed, laughing out loud this time, though he looks a little nervous too. Serves him fucking right.
“W-what? I thought it would be uh...” he starts, but I don’t let him get very far.
“DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST SHOWER ME WITH RED AFFECTIONS SO FUCKING THICK IT’S PRACTICALLY CHOKING ME, AND THEN OUT OF THE BLUE JUST LAY ON CALIGINOUS SHIT LIKE THAT?”
“No- I didn’t mean-” But I’m already wrenching the door open, practically ripping the knob off.
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE EVER-LOVING HELL YOU’RE PLAYING AT, BUT YOU CAN’T JUST SWITCH THAT QUICKLY! IT’S NOT A GAME, YOU NOOK-WHIFFING IDIOT! IT’S MILLIONS OF YEARS OF TROLL CULTURE! WHY DON’T YOU TRY TO DO SOME FUCKING RESEARCH BEFORE YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GO AROUND SLAPPING ME LIKE THAT.”
And then I’m gone, stomping down the hall with my nails digging into my palms and my teeth grinding together. Un-fucking-believable. This is why I don’t do this shit with humans. No subtlety whatsoever. My inner horror-terror is just coming back to its senses, and realizing that its tentacles are horribly knotted and tangled.