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 ROXY <3< MEENAH

[amodicumofgrace]

Urban Fantasy+Body Horror
Rose <3 Roxy

FILL: TEAM Eridan <3< Vriska

[myrrh_darkwing]

To kill a dragon was no easy task, even for an accomplished dragonslayer, and Rose and Roxy Lalonde were anything but accomplished dragonslayers. Or even trained ones, for that matter, but they were the only two left in their huge, sprawling mecca of corruption and industry who could even use anything close to magic anymore. The others in their merry little band had long since scattered to the winds, hunting down monsters and vicious little demons of their own. No one knew how these creatures had gotten to the cities, supposedly confined to the wilds and Hellmurder Island as they were, but here and now one was in New York City (III).

That wasn't the worst of it, either. There were rumours of a many-tentacles psychic kraken off the coast of Manhattan, and the girl the Lalondes thought it was looking for was long dead and gone at a hostile griffin flock's claws.

So, all in all, it was very likely that the two of them were going to die in the morning, when they marched out to do battle with a monster almost ne'er seen before. They were dealing with it in their own separate ways (though both involved copious amounts of alcohol). Rose was doing her best to write, an account of everything that had transpired, so that maybe once Alternearthia was destroyed, someone could find it in the void of space and know what mistakes not to repeat. A long shot. Her only hope. And Roxy...

"I don't wnat to-- want to die a virgin," she whispered to her sister. "Please, Rosey. Fuck me 'til I bleed." The younger blonde (by all of four minutes!) reached out to gently shut the heavy book, slipping an arm around Rose's waist and staring up at her with imploring pink eyes.

"That's..." Rose's state of intoxication was not helping her to resist her sister, or indeed come up with any logical arguments as to why such a thing would be good in the first place. "Roxy. We're sisters. No."

"And we're the onyl people we've got left, c'mon, you know I wouldn't be askgni, asking this of you if I didn't want it, didn't love you..." Didn't love her more than a sister ought, for they'd grown up practically being each other's world. And just as she was the only one who wouldn't mind the fact that Rose was grey and white and festering already, a tentacled horrorterror just waiting to spring into being, Rose was the only one who wouldn't care (would touch her in spite of) the long-since-dead eyes she'd sacrificed to their magic or the strange wiggly things that sometimes moved within them.

When it looked like Rose would keep protesting, Roxy just threw caution to the wind and kissed her. Her sister tasted of ash and cherries and the dark crackling energy of magic.

Needless to say, she got what she wanted in the end.

(the tentacles were actually kind of fun)