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<3KARKAT

[waffledevourer]

Cyberpunk + Greek Tragedy, for Davesprite<3Jade.

Go crazy! :D

[lattelatte]

omg I was going to put this on my list of prompts I want to fill BUT YOU'RE ON MY TEAM. I'm so sad right now someone fill this please

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

Eridan<3Feferi
Everybody's dead + paranormal romance

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

[sicklikewinter]

terezi<3<gamzee sea story + body horror

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

Aradia<3<Feferi Princess for a dad + trapped in the past

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

[sicklikewinter]

equius<3karkat
historical au + children's story

PROMPT: Team Alpha!Dave♥Alpha!Rose

[arctickayla]

Workplace Romance + Slice of Life John♥Rose♠Dave

FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[macca44552]

Hup!

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His hip connects with the side of the desk and a few of her papers fall at your feet. You hand them to her and she smiles widely but she’s not looking at you.

A few hours later he’s inside your office, holding a stack of reports that had just come out of the print, covered in coffee. You hold them to your face, they smell like her latte.

Not a big deal, accidents happen, you say, but you know that he knows that you know it wasn’t an accident. Those don’t exist when it comes to Rose Lalonde.



The next day she is sitting outside on her lunch break, filing her nails. Her hands are covered in ink. She smiles at you as you sit beside her and take out a sandwich.

Had a few problems with the printer today, she tells you. It was my fault; I had severely underestimated the vindictive nature of our employees. Hopefully their immaturity won’t escalate to the point of putting this company at risk.

You think you know why she uses “their” instead of “his” but you don’t say anything. You tell her to stop worrying so much, tell her that the issue will print on time.

A few hours later and the rumors hit you that Alex quit. You’ve never seen Dave’s face so red before.

No problem, Dave says. I don’t need his help; I can pick up the slack. Dave Strider can pick up everyone’s slack. It’ll be like the slack never even fucking hit the ground. It’ll be like the ground doesn’t even exist and the slack is just floating in a vacuum of my pure awesome.

You laugh but he’s too busy staring at Rose to notice.



Her hip connects with the side of the desk and you flush and apologize before picking her up and feeling her legs tangle around your waist. She kisses your neck and you gasp as you try to move your pencils and the horrible cake your dad brought you out of the way. You follow up her attention by unbuttoning her blouse.

She sighs and tells you you should just fire her.

You pause and shake your head. Nope, firing people is boring, you respond.

Firing people is the wisest course of action. Especially when two of your employees have taken their issues with each other and have expanded them to negatively influence each and every corner of this department, she replies.

You don’t think it’s that bad. Besides, it’s only a little sibling rivalry, right?

But you know that she knows that you know that that’s bullshit.



The next day you wait for accidents that don’t come. You’re impressed. The final issue is sent to you on time and once you check it for edits you can print it off and upload it to the website.

You usually stay late for one of two reasons: deadlines and Rose.

It’s not Rose this time but it certainly feels like it when you enter the bathroom and she’s licking Dave’s naked chest. Her lips are bleeding and there are scratch marks down his back. You’re embarrassed. You know that this is a set up; you know that they wanted you to find them here. They stare at you. Rose is still but Dave’s thumb hasn’t stopped rubbing circles on her thigh.

You swallow. I told you, you start, firing people is boring. And you go use the women’s room.



The next day you and Rose are in the kitchen making coffee. Her scarf slips down and you kiss one of the bruises on her neck. Dave is reading aloud early reviews of the issue. They say that between the psychology articles, dense fiction pieces, movie reviews, and ‘eye abusing’ comics that it’s just too eclectic for a wide audience. Dave reads the criticism of the fiction section extra loudly and Rose glares at him over her coffee.

You laugh and this time both of them notice.

PROMPT: Team Alpha!Dave♥Alpha!Rose

[arctickayla]

Psychological Horror + Coming of Age Jane♣UU/uu

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

[sicklikewinter]

jade<3feferi
fable + zombie apocalypse

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

Dave<3/<>Tavros
Ghost town + horror

PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[jack_of_none]

Dirk/Sawtooth

Erotica + Shounen fighting anime

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MEENAH<3<ROXY

[wallwalker]

I would definitely write this, if I could only think of decent rap lyrics! As it is, it's just a maybe. Awesome prompt!

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

[sicklikewinter]

john<>eridan
post-apocalyptic + mythology

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

John<3Karkat
space western + cooking duel

PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[goblingrin]

Rose<3Kanaya
Dream people + masquerade ball

Re: PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<3Jade

[wildlinguist]

planning on filling this :3

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3KARKAT

[ferris_23]

Sollux<3Aradia
Film noir + the paranormal

FILL: TEAM FEFERI<3JADE

[nomyriad]

Not actually sure what I was doing here, but I gave it a shot xD

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Kanaya<3Rose

[dosmoretes]

Body Horror + Minimalism
Kanaya<3Jade

FILL TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA

[munkychef]

Not sure if this fits the bill, but I really like this ship and this is a cool prompt.

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3KARKAT

[ferris_23]

Dirk<3uu
Children's programming gone horribly wrong + teaching to draw
Because dat update. *dies*

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[lemonjar]

ok i hope i did this prompt some kind of justice 8,)















oops this came out rly huge im sorry m(_ _)m"

PROMPT: TEAM GAM<>KAR

[sicklikewinter]

dave<3tavros
biopunk + body horror

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[lemonjar]

How about something involving dreams and the sea for team Dirk♥Roxy?

FILL: TEAM AUTO-RESPONDER <3 ROXY

[haydaviebby]

I really liked this prompt and really wanted to write for it.
But when I started writing, I feel like it turned out as word vomit. Hopefully, it's not too far off mark.
I killed my brain to keep it from becoming a sadstuck.
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His legs dangled from the rooftop ledge, only yards from the dark water. Shoulders slumped and hands clutching a small phone tightly, he looked out over the choppy sea and exhaled slowly. He was exhausted. Mind, body, and soul, he was tired. He needed to sleep.

She was just asleep.

She had to be just asleep.

That's why she wasn't answering him, that had to be the reason.

From the corner of his eye he could see the candy red armor of a Crocker Drone he had bested earlier that evening. It was sinking slowly into the inky depths. It was the last one he could see above water and in a few minutes it would be gone from his sight forever. That is until another fleet came, replacing the image in his mind with a new one, to attempt to kill him once more.

There was no moon tonight, so the only light was casting out his windows from inside the apartment. Dirk heard the low chime from his computer through the open window as his phone chimed in tandem. With an anxious glance at the bright screen, he found light blue text rather than the pink he was anticipating hopefully. He ignored Jane as a frown marred his features. He placed the phone on the ledge next to him and with a deep breath Dirk closed his eyes.

If he couldn't check on Roxy here, he would have to use the other resources at his disposal.
Opening his eyes again, he was greeted with the soft hues of purple found only on Derse. Without hesitance he traveled towards the tower where the rogue was supposed to be resting.

She was there. Dirk could count the number of times he had actually found her in the tower on one hand with a few fingers left over.

Time to add another finger to the count.

Roxy's back was to him as he sat on the window sill, contemplating leaving since his worries had been sated. His eyes watched her sleeping form closely for movement, but she was still. Unusually still, especially for the Rogue.

Dirk's feet hit the floor without a sound as he decided to move closer. He hovered at the corner of the bed, weary of any possible tricks he could be walking into. He just needed to see her face before hightailing it out of here.

Just one more step.

He released the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

An almost frown played at his best friend's lips in her sleep, but the rest of her face was smooth and relaxed. One hand was splayed out across the silken blankets while the other clutched a small patch of the silk near her chest.

Dirk couldn't help himself as he took another step forward and sunk into the bed just above her slightly bent knees. He shifted awkwardly at being this close to another human being, it wasn't something that he was used to. Relaxing at the remembrance that it was Lalonde and not just any human he was sitting next to, he reached out and lightly grasped her wrist. Letting his thumb trace over the curve of her inner wrist until he found the pulse point, he felt relief as the soft thrumming of her heartbeat could be felt.

He didn't let go as his eyes wandered back to the girl's face.

A slight smile had replaced the almost frown.

"Why can't you just wake up, Lalonde?" Dirk spoke softly, the words sounding alien in his ears.
Roxy Lalonde didn't say anything in response, instead she pulled her wrist from his loose grip and rolled onto her back.

"You're too stubborn for your own good." A smirk graced his own lips as he took the sleeping girl up on her silent offer. Dirk swung his legs up onto the bed and leaned back into a pillow.

The hand that gripped the silk tightly had found his own and now grasped it without abandon. Dirk pulled the girl closer to him and rested his other arm at her waist. His lips met the apple of her cheek lightly, something he would deny ever happening, just to cement the fact that she was, indeed, here on Derse and on Earth with him. A soft sigh of content came from the sleeping rogue and his smirk became a smile, matching hers. For now, his dreamself could keep her company.

He was looking at the sea again. It was darker than before, the black of the water blending with the deep navy of the night sky along the horizon. Beside him, the phone light up again. Once again in tandem with the computer’s chiming. He didn’t hurry to pick up the phone.

TG: drik
TG: *dirk
TG: i just had the
TG: WIERDEST DREAM
TG: and
TG: clam your shit
TG: im ok
TG: LMAO
TG: *CLAM

“Lalonde.” Dirk shook his head as he moved from the ledge to begin his trek inside.

She was awake now.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[megaparsecs]

What about Sollux<3Nepeta, with magical realism and existentialism?

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[megaparsecs]

Vriska<3Aranea, coming of age + time travel

FILL: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

[The time travel here is more symbolic dreambubble time travel than literal time travel, hope that's still okay!]

[And uhh, content warning forrr incest, bad/unhealthy relationship with an authority figure/role model, profanity/swearing, passing non-graphic reference to non-con, minor character death? /o\ I'm... so sorry...]

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You haven't really been counting all that closely, but if luck would have it -- and with you, luck usually would have it -- today is your eighth wriggling day. Funny, there was always a part of you that thought you wouldn't live to see eight sweeps. And look at that: you didn't. You guessed right again. You're awesome. Go you.

You're doing your best to avoid everyone in the bubbles today. Well, to an extent -- you haven't really got the hang of making them do what you want, yet. You ain't Megido. Or the Harley human. Or basically anybody else. Okay, look, so maybe you kind of suck at the bubbles. But you can't be good at absolutely everything, okay???????? Gotta leave some specialties left over for the plebes, or they'll get whiny. You're doing them a favour, not being good at this thing. Taking one for the team.

For the team. Ha. Ain't that a laugh riot. Hasn't been a "team" since before any of you died in the first place, sure as hell isn't one now. Technically, since you are now a legal adult according to Alternian law, you have the government-sanctioned right to eat them all if they displease you. But something tells you that majority rules would probably trump the law out here, since the only government left is Peixes, and no one's seen her alpha self in basically forever. Some people are starting to think she's up to something. Fine by you; anything to shake this awful tedium since your last escape plan fell through. Not to mention that the people who are doing the suspecting in the first place are... not your very favourites that the afterlife's got to offer, to put it more nicely than you'd rather. But they'd certainly put it nicely; and with a hell of a lot more words, to boot.

In any case, it's to avoid them, as well as all the others, that you're here, wandering the dreamscape, looking for a nice, empty bubble to pop into to wait out the rest of the day in peace. Your current haunt is some kind of Alternian cityscape, and it's making you way jumpy. Isn't this Captor's old neighbourhood? Either way, there are far, faaaaaaaar too many dream spectres for your liking -- all these faceless, shifting splinters thronging the streets have to belong to somebody's memory. Any second now you're gonna round a corner and get a face full of awkward reunion. Nobody's got anything to say to you today, nobody's got anything to say to you period, and you haven't got anything to say to them either. You aren't gonna force the issue. Or at least you don't intend to. But matters might just as well be taken out of your hands if you can't find a new walk to prowl and fast.

But luckily for you (what else is new), you see a bubble mergepoint off to the side soon enough. Overall it would probably be smarter to poke your head in to check before committing to a transfer, but today you find that you don't much care what's waiting for you on the other side. You have to move on, and if the new bubble's no good, then you'll be able to find another one in time. But in any case, you're pretty sure that there's nothing that you could possibly find upon stepping into this bubble that could make you regret your decision.

Unbothered, you step into the bubble.

You immediately regret your decision.

Plumes of red fire scatter light across the sea, brighter and fiercer than the sickly, bruised glow of both the rose and jade moons hanging low in the sky. All around you on deck, trolls of all castes and stripes flit like moths, putting out fires, loading canons, banking sails. The crowd is a flurry of silkgrub shirts and gaudy jewelry, and polished pinkwood railings rising through it like snagged logs in a stream. You'd know this ship anywhere. This is the Corsair. Mindfang's flagship.

There is literally only one thing that could make this bubble worse.

"Oh, Vriska!" comes the voice of your undoing, light and self-important from behind you. "Happy Wriggling Day!"

As a special occasion for the day of your hatching, apparently, your luck has deserted you. How thoughtful of it. What a perfect opportunity for you to reflect on the giant, colossal failure that is, was, has been your life.

Perfect. Just perfect.

"Hey, Aranea," you say, turning around like a sinner off to the gallows.

She's sitting on the stairs prim and proper, satisfied little smile on her face like it always goddamn is. She sits in the middle of a maelstrom of fire and death and she looks upon you, serene as if it were a third summer's night garden party, and says, "Fascinating piece of history isn't it?"

You want to sob. You want to scream. Instead you say, "Does it really count as history if you were there?"

She smiles brightly at that -- always so goddamn unbothered -- and gestures in the direction of the captain's cabin. "That the Marquise is involved simply makes it all the more intriguing! I do love a good adventure story."

This last sentence is punctuated by a bloodcurdling shriek as a sailor goes overboard straight into a flotilla of flaming debris right over her right shoulder. Surely she must be doing this on purpose. She's a fucking parody or herself.

"Adventure, sure, yeah," is all you say. You don't say, thousands of trolls probably died in this battle. You don't say, YOU SENT thousands of trolls to die in this battle. And you sure as hell don't say, I would have sent thousands of trolls to die in this battle, or battles just like it, if not for the game.

And look at that. You let your attention waver from her for a second, just a second, and now she's conjured up a cup of tea. Aranea sips her tea among the wails and shouts of dying and soon-to-be-dying sailors and asks politely, "So how is your special day going so far?"

"Oh, fine," you grit out, still managing to sound civil, God knows how. "You know. Reflecting on my life's failures and all that crock. The usual."

The reply that she offers up is something like, "Oh, that's a pity, on our planet it wasn't quite like that, it was--", but you don't hear it, because you're too busy realizing, suddenly, that it's not your fault.

None of it. None of it's your fault. None of your life's failures, none of the terrible things you did. None of it! Not a single thing! And why?

Because everything you did, every person you hurt, everything you did wrong, every single idiotic goal you tried and failed and lived and died for...

All of it was for Mindfang. To be like Mindfang.

Aranea's still fucking talking.

"Hey," you say, cutting off some diatribe about the different kinds of silk the sailors wore or something ludicrously inane like that. "You know, Mindfang was a terrible person."

That certainly distracts Aranea from her lecture, at least enough so that she actually shuts up and looks at you. Though she only misses a handful of beats before saying, mildly, dismissively, "Well, she was a product of her time."

"No," you say, and you know you say it hard enough because her perfect demure mask is actually disturbed by her eyebrows reaching ever so slightly towards her hairline. "She was terrible. The worst."

And Aranea is forced to pause again. She fiddles with her now-empty teacup, disappears it into the dream ether, crosses and uncrosses her legs. "These sorts of things," she begins delicately, "are rather subjective--"

"No," you say again, and you know that's the beginning of a sob you're starting to hear but damnit, you don't care. "She was objectively fucking terrible. She raped and murdered people and she sent millions more to their deaths and you know which part is actually the part that makes her terrible?" You pause, Aranea pauses too, too bad, time's up, you continue. "She never felt bad for any of it at allllllll. She thought she was hot shit! And you know who else thought she was hot shit?!"

You hadn't really noticed you were moving forward as the volume of your voice mounted, but suddenly your standing knees are touching Aranea's seated ones, so you take this opportunity to bend down and yell in her face.

"Me!!!!!!!! I thought Mindfang was hot shit!!!!!!!!" You start to laugh and you know that's bad, that can turn to crying quick and that's not what you need right now, but you don't have time to calm down. "So you know what I did????????"

Aranea's still not saying anything, or even changing expressions for that matter. You're pretty sure the blood has drained out of her face though. Good. Wait'll she hears this.

"I was a terrible fucking person, too!!!!!!!!" you yell right in her face. "Still am!!!!!!!! Did you know that killing people doesn't make them like you???? It just makes them dead???? So why did I still do it all the time, huh???? Why did I still do it????"

Chatterbox's still got nothing to say, apparently, so you take a deep breath, get right up close to her auricular canal, and whisper, more hoarsely than you meant to:

"Because I still -- still, still -- think Mindfang is hot shit. I still want to fucking be her. She was the most terrible goddamn person, and I was, am, the most terrible goddamn person, too."

You take another deep breath, and this one comes in shuddery. Oh, great, now you're going to start crying. You lean back from her face and, haha, well, at least she's not smiling anymore.

When the first hard sob comes, your knees give out, and, whoops, you end up falling down into sitting on her knees. Oh well, you're way past the point of wanting to save face anyway. But you have one thing, one more thing, that you need to say before you start blubbering.

"Al-ll I wanted," you say, jabbing a finger at her chest, "all I e-ever wanted was to be acknowledged by Mindfang. I knew it was impossible. But I ju-ust-- I just felt like if I could hear her, say, you know, that I was terrible and she-e was terrible, and, that tha-at was okay, then that would be enough." God, you sound like Toreador. Fuck crying. But you're not done.

"But you." This time you wag your finger right in her face. "But you! You're Mindfang. And you won't even ack-- acknowledge--"

Aaaand that's it, you're done. You're away and sobbing. You're sitting there, sobbing on her knees, and she's sitting there, shell-shocked, not even reacting. What else is even new. You didn't even get to call her out for not acknowledging how terrible she is. Ugh. Ugh.

This is the worst wriggling day ever.

Or maybe not. Maybe your traitorous luck hasn't completely and utterly deserted you once and for all, because finally, finally, when you get down to hiccups... she moves. Slowly, carefully, she takes your wrists in both her hands, and pulls your digits away from where they're trying to wipe your puffy blue face.

And she kisses you right on the snotty, gross mouth.

It's not a long kiss. When she breaks it, you hiccup again.

You glare at her dubiously through puffy eyes. "I'm pretty sure," you say, spent, "that you're not supposed to swap spit with people you share caste, sign, and completely exact genetic make-up with."

She leans her forehead against yours, and that's when you realize that, somewhere along the way, without you noticing, she's been crying, too.

"I've done worse," Aranea says.

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

Aranea<3Jake, Film Noir + Badfic

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[hellasafety]

"Golly ho it is sure crime today." Says Jake the adventure one.

"Okay let me tell you about crimes did you know crimes originated in the 1350s also the deep personal connection between crime and I know about everything let me tell you about this more." Murmured Aranea sensually, motivated by her sexuality.

Aranea spun dramatically in her trenchcoat and then clung sidewaysishly to Jakes arm. She pointed with her pointing finger into the sky and said "Jake it is there that I am seeing the plane of the bad criminal we are trying to catch because we are detectives who are catching the bad man criminal."

"Yeah I like totally know." Said Jake compassionately as he began to morph into a wheelbarrow. "Oh no my disease is activating how will we catch the bad now." He told Aranea apathetically.

"what a drama." said aranea, gliding towards the concrete and putting her face into her hands which were cupped like a bowl of soup that is holding hot soup for small children when they are sick except the soup was the tears she cried into her hands and if you fed it children they would taste only pain.

"now im better." said jake and he stopped being a wheelbarrow.

"that is badass you are so hard boiled egg." said aranea, her heart going doki doki desu. she opened her eyes and let the sun shine down on her and they knew that in that moment they were infinite.

"golly jeez british beans on toast bad teeth and good television is that a criminal i have seen???" asked the jake one

"yes i am becoming sure that you are seeing a bad criminal what will you do you are the one who is apprehending the bad criminal"

they did a fistbump in joy when they saw the criminal and went to catch him

"life is very hard for us." said them as they arrested the criminal. jake had to take off his pants and dance to make the criminal stop.
"no this dancing it is making me want to dance." said the criminal as they were arresting him and doing a tango

"dDANCE ING OFF." whispered jake when the criminal was on the ground writhing in pain from dance fever.

aranea swooned and jake dipped her, putting his hand on her fine waist. "wow i am becoming so hard." he said. "boiled."

aranea looked passively at him and acted like megan fox in transformers.

then they kissed and the beathoven music played and a flower fell onto jakes butt to represent how bootylicious he was. they began to dance again as a mob man came to bow at their feet

LOVE DEFEATS ALL the end

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

Meenah<3<Roxy, Dieselpunk + High School AU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[salticidae]

THANK

if only i could fill this

PROMPT: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

[primitiveradiogoddess]

Feferi<3Jade, Pirates + Romantic Comendy

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[gregariousprotagonist]

Kanaya<3Vriska

Space Western + Body Horror

PROMPT: Team Jake<3Jane

[veryberrybunch]

Dave<3Jade
Horror(perhaps body horror?) + Black Comedy