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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
  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.

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!
xelfi: (pensive Kanaya)

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI

[personal profile] xelfi 2012-06-23 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's been a while since I read the collab fic in question, but I tried to fit this into its canon from what I remember. :3

Triggers: a hypothetical noncon/gore/vore scenario as ranted by Karkat Vantas.

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If it were not for (a) your knowledge of the device's average lifespan, (b) the fact that it had tenaciously carried on long past its professionally recommended due date with the waste disposal unit, (c) how your moirail had asked you just last week if there were any spare parts that should be purchased while you were planet-side, and (d) her general lack of expertise with the finer details of technology, you'd suspect that she planned the whole thing. But, no, it was just Current You paying for Past You's idiotic short-sightedness once again.

It really made you wonder, though, how *prepared* she was for this scenario. Also, the softly playing classical music added a distinctive layer of whimsy to the atmosphere as the two of you floated in your shared living space among all her loose fabrics and miscellaneous belongings that were no longer contained in random piles on the floor thanks to your ship's busted artificial gravity system. Maybe now she'll understand why it was so important to keep everything tidy. Maybe if you talked fast enough, she'll even forget to remind you that it wouldn't have been an issue if you'd bothered to seek the services of a proper mechanic now and then.

Thankfully, malfunctioning artificial gravity by itself didn't cause any issues with life support or navigation, so the two of you were safely drifting through space on autopilot and on route to the nearest settled planet for now, but you never could tell, especially on an older ship model like yours, when something small and insignificant could slip through a crack and into some important wiring and become very significant very fast. You couldn't risk not having it fixed as soon as possible. Safety aside, it was also extremely annoying to deal with during supposedly simple tasks like eating and sleeping without clogging vital, delicate instruments with floating bits of food and sopor slime.

You were also lucky to have only been a few days away from intelligent life, but why, oh why, did it have to be the particular intelligent life with such hostile mating rituals that it made even the most pitch troll relationship seem pale in comparison? The particular intelligent life that, weirdly enough, could only procreate through male/female pairs, and nearly wiped itself out of existence before reaching their space age and banishing an entire gender to another planet while reserving a third planet as neutral territory for their typically fatal reproductive shenanigans?

At least you were heading for the designated female planet, she said. At least it wasn't the planet of deadly sensual relations, she said.

At least she was actually a woman and therefore had no need to worry about being molested and torn to pieces and fed to the next generation of terrifying cannibalistic sexual predators if they caught sight of her junk, you said, and please, couldn't she just seal you into a wall or something until the ship is repaired and you're safely a few solar systems away???

Nonsense, she said. You need to be present to help negotiate an acceptable payment and you actually understand more than a handful of the mechanical terms they would undoubtedly be using, not to mention that you have plenty of experience hiding your biological deviance in plain sight. Also, you need to stop talking for a moment so she can apply your lipstick properly.

You still think the dress is counter-productive in keeping your genitalia under wraps, a fact made painfully obvious in zero-g, and you plan on telling her that just as soon as she's done painting your face.

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My headcanon for cherub reproduction until it's inevitably jossed, btw.