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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 ERIDAN♦ROSE
Karkat had heard the legends. Everyone had. At this point they were more like children's fairytales than actual legends, told to sleepy-eyed youngsters before cuddling up for bed and giving them pleasant dreams of adventure and mysterious beautiful creatures that roamed the deep waters. Indeed, mertrolls were a common story amongst residents of the oceanside town he was visiting.
He'd studied merfolk for more years than he'd care to admit, and it had come to be a prominent fixation in his life (though he'd never admit that, either). But Karkat hadn't come to the town for cutesy tales of whimsy. He was more interested in the darker side of the legends that didn't quite make the cut when it came to watered-down bedtime stories.
The mertrolls Karkat was familiar with were not affectionate. They didn't frolic near the surface and greet tourists with a happy wave of their tailfin. They weren't best friends with fish and otters and other cuddly sea critters. They didn't sing, they didn't dance, they didn't rejoice in the highest of spirits.
They did, however, grab you fiercely by the wrist, drag you beneath the surface, and abduct you to their underwater dwelling. And they did it silently at that, flashing only a luminescent row of razor sharp teeth as they pulled you down, down.
His vision was fuzzy and he struggled to remain conscious, but the burning of his lungs assured Karkat that he'd been under for a few minutes already. The frigid water caused his skin to prickle as if he were being stuck by millions of needles, and the brief notion he'd had to try and free himself was quickly extinguished. Losing feeling in his limbs and cheeks, he began to fade into unconsciousness.
As if on cue (or possibly due to a rather lucky coincidence), he was brought to the surface, gasping desperately for breath now that his head was above the water. He vaguely acknowledged that his captor still had a firm hold on him, and this fact became increasingly evident as his thoughts began to clear and he became aware of the pointed claws acutely digging into the skin of his wrist. But before he had the mind to start struggling again, he was yanked rather forcefully up onto an outcropping and the grip on him was released.
For a moment the fact that he was just unexpectedly dragged underwater, almost drowned, and violently shoved onto a cold slab of rock seemed to slip his mind as he gazed around. He appeared to be in an underwater cave, with sheer cliffs for walls that ascended into darkness; he couldn't see the ceiling. The place was captivating, and as he caught his breath he was almost spellbound by his surroundings.
He was quickly brought back to reality as a gleaming pair of yellow eyes peered at him from just above the surface of the dark pool before him.
Karkat's heart leapt. "You're one of them, aren't you?" he questioned in a hushed voice, daring to crawl forward slightly toward the edge of the water. A sudden fascination overcame him as he held the unblinking gaze. "You're a mertroll."
He was met by stillness, but whether it was from a desire to remain silent or the inability to understand his language, he wasn't sure. Before he could speak again, however, the mysterious being had swiftly drifted forward in order to lift himself out of the water and onto the rock. He observed Karkat in cautious scrutiny, but his look appeared more curious than malicious. If he didn't know any better, Karkat would have thought the mertroll was just as fascinated by him as he was of the mertroll.
He really was a unique creature. From the waist up and with a frontal view, he appeared to be just like any other land dweller, but upon closer inspection, a long spiked fin ran down his spine. His fingers were carefully webbed, and he possessed an almost elegant tail marked on the end by a translucent violet fin, similar to the ones that adorned each of his cheeks. And then, of course, there was the set of long horizontal gill slits situated precisely between each of his ribs.
Karkat found himself staring at these gills in silent fixation, suddenly very aware of his own breathlessness that he'd suffered just minutes before. The mertroll studied his face for a moment before appearing to comprehend his interest, and promptly decided on some investigation of his own.
In a moment of bewilderment, Karkat was shocked to find that the other was insistently pulling at the hem of his dripping shirt. The garment was uncomfortably wrenched over his head, and he watched as it was flung aside. The mertroll assertively grasped his wrists once more in one hand and moved his arms away in order to examine Karkat's now bare chest and sides. His eyes narrowed in puzzlement at the smooth, unmarred skin between his ribs.
Though the pain of broken skin around his wrists was stinging him for the second time that night, Karkat ignored it and instead spoke evenly. "I can't breathe underwater like you," he began, realizing that his lack of oxygen filtering organs was apparently a rather strange sight. "I don't have gills."
The smile that crossed the mertroll's face was both eerily intent and somewhat sadistic. Karkat's heart rate sped up and he once again attempted to free his captive hands, but this only made the grip tighten. With his unoccupied hand, the ever-silent sea dweller began tracing slow, deliberate lines across Karkat's chest. Long pointed claws threatened to puncture his skin, and Karkat let out a low hiss as the fingers feathered over his side and dug painfully into his ribs.
In a blur of motion, a piercing agony overcame him. With a cry that came out as no more than a squeak, Karkat felt a trickle of blood begin to well up from the newly formed gash across his side. The mertroll plunged his fingers easily into the laceration, deepening the wound and lengthening it still until a long, thin line of flesh had been torn from Karkat's ribcage. Without hesitation, the claws were withdrawn and the process was repeated a few inches down, sending Karkat into a dizzying misery that only seemed to delight the mertroll even further.
"Please," Karkat managed to choke out, but his cry was cut short as his wrists were dropped and a hand pressed forcefully against his throat. He gasped for breath as his captor pushed him backward and pinned him to the rocky ground. At this point he had three gaping slashes running bright and bleeding across his left side: crude gills of his own that soon had matching counterparts on the right as the sea dweller continued.
With the increasing inability to breathe and the searing pain coursing through his body, Karkat once again began to fade from consciousness. He was vaguely aware of the mertroll removing his offending fingers from the deep cuts, and his surroundings spun as he was picked up and lifted from the ground.
He realized with all the terror he could process that now that the makeshift gills were made, the mertroll intended to test their functionality. He was carried to the edge of the pool, and through his bleary vision he could barely make out a row of pointed white teeth stretched into a fiendish grin and the amber glow of two captivating eyes.
The mertroll slowly leaned down, kissed Karkat briefly, and dropped him into the depths below.
Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN♦ROSE
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Re: FILL: TEAM ERIDAN♦ROSE