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 JOHN<3ROSE

[astrologicallydubious]

Rose<>Sollux

Magic Realism + Cyberpunk

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[dragon_bagon]

First Date + Tea Party for Terezi<3<Karkat!

FILL: TEAM ROSE<3KANAYA

[n3ont1g3r]

A tea party was not an easy thing to invite your kismesis to.
Especially not when you were Karkat Vantas, leader extraordinaire and master of the black quadrant, and ESPECIALLY not when it was your first official date. Sure, you’d traded punches aplenty, but nothing like this had ever been attempted. A lot of thought had gone into this candlelight hatedate and if she wasn’t going to appreciate it, you were gonna mack on her so hard she wouldn’t be able to taste for the next week.
You wouldn’t have expected Terezi to understand why you brewed the tea with such care. It wouldn’t have surprised you to know that she had no idea why you were pouring it into those nice looking little cups. You really liked those cups. It was a shame.

She’d had no idea why you were being so civil. Wasn’t this a thing where you angry and then humped? Weren’t the two of you enraptured in the black throes of passion or some other longwinded romantic bullshit? Yes Terezi, yes you were. Yes to both of those questions.

That’s why you picked up the teapot and smashed it against the table, sending scalding tea everywhere. You hated how it felt and how it soaked into your sweater but that didn’t matter. You tore off your precious turtleneck and began chucking the rest of the china across the room where it landed with the same softest tinkling sound one could imagine coming from a saucer thrown in sexy, sexy rage. She was overjoyed when you dropped a match on the tablecloth, setting it ablaze. You had chosen this tablecloth to be especially flammable. Her heart was racing when you leapt up on the table and began stomping on it vigorously, putting the flames out and smashing any poor piece of porcelain that escaped your grasp. You were hot, shirtless, and furious. Terezi was hot and bothered and, unfortunately, still wearing her shirt. The two of you made out on the ashes and chipped pieces of fine dining ware.

It was awesome. You still show off the scars.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

makeup + candy, kanaya<3<gamzee im having too much fun with this

FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3ROSE

[tapps]

TW: Gore, violence.

“Give me a kiss,” he growls, laughing and it’s all gaspy and gross and she readjusts her grip on his throat, twisting harder so that maybe he can’t talk anymore, so that maybe she won’t have to put up with his bullshit anymore, his hiding and running and murdering.

She’s so sick.

“Shut up.”

“C’mon. Give me some sugar.”

But he’s even sicker, he grins and bears it and he’s a highblood for chrissake what’s she supposed to do?

A jadeblood is still a jadeblood, rainbow drinker or not, and she’s scrambling for purchase, skirt fabric slipping on the metal table so that she can’t quite get the height advantage to press down. It doesn’t help that her hands are slippery with greasepaint. So repulsive and it’s all over her clothes.

He slopped it on her face earlier, she was dazed and shaking and could barely speak, hole in her stomach throbbing. It may or may not have had his fingers in it, probing and groping, all “can’t believe you survived this one, sis, you goddamned miracle”, all “what a good color”, all “now let’s fix that pale face”.

She caught sight of herself in the reflective surface of a metal tank a few minutes ago. White light pulsing through gaps in the grey smears, and if she’s not mistaken those streaks and globs of jade are from her, her aching wound and her gross, corrosive hatred.

It’s hard to recognize herself like this.

With him.

He grabs her wrist, pulls her hand from his throat and shoves it down instead on the back of her neck. Their lips meet in no gentle manner, a hard and cruel smash with more than a little teeth. She bites, tasting indigo that is bitter in the way she’s heard Rose describe wine.

The tussle spills over into the alchemiter area; she slips backwards off the table, landing hard on a pile of alchemized bullshit and sending a shock of pain through her punctured abdomen. In that moment she loathes them all, not just him but the other two hims and the two hers and yes even her, good god, so much pain and anger all swishing around like a kaleidoscopic supernova of everything fucked up in her life thusfar.

In a moment he’s slid over the table as well, standing over her like a colossus of torn clothes and dripping, smeared makeup.

“I hate you,” she hisses, bucks up off the pile of things and managing to draw her legs closer to herself to get her throbbing chest off the floor. There’s blood everywhere. She rubs a lip that feels split and her hand shines green.

“Hate you too,” he says, and she hates how casually he can say that, how he can wrestle her over a table and have her gnaw his lips halfway to hell and back and then just lean up against something and watch her pant for breath. She reaches out and pulls hard and fast at his knee, and when he drops, laughing in a quick bark, she clambers on top of him.

He lets her pin him with a hand on his throat again, grinning so the sharp points of his incisors gleam jade. Beside her the pile of bullshit is tempting, and she gropes blindly for something, anything, and comes up with the hard and crystallized sugar the humans tried to make.

Rock candy, it’s something called rock candy and it is as hard and unflinching as she feels right now. In her clenched fist it shatters into shards; for a lack of something else to do she shoves it at him, presses the splintered candy between his lips and back between his teeth, yanking her fingers out before he can bite them. The stuff becomes powder in his mouth, a sticky shine on his lips.

This time it’s her that yanks him up for a kiss, a sickeningly sweet-tasting kiss that turns her stomach. It’s tinged with the bitter indigo of blood from his lips, from the earlier cuts that she tongues now, bites again to draw from further. The taste balances - sweet - and she drops him so that his horns crack hard against the metal floor.

He grins up at her still, even now with his mouth bloodied and his makeup smeared.

“Was that enough sugar for you?” she pants, slapping his hands away from her waist and clambering to her feet. She needs Rose now, needs some bandages and some bedrest. She leaves the sound of his laughter behind, the gaudy braying sound echoing in her ears as she wipes futilely at the green-gray mess on her face.

Sick.

So incredibly sick.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

medieval times + tricksters, rose<3kanaya

FILL: Team Bro<3Dave

[kitey]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5vhay68No1qd9cn1o1_500.png

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

time travel + physchological thriller, terezi<>dave or terezi<3dave

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[reddpop]

Gamzee/Gamzee (any quadrant)
psychological horror + paranormal/supernatural!

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3KARKAT

[crispychocolate]

Oh man i hope this is what you wanted. I hope it's somehow clear that it's supernatural as in talking with a projection of yourself but ok.
___________


The world is spinning around you.
Dark, it is dark. Streams of colours. Running down the walls.
You can’t tell whether it’s the room you just were in or something completely different.
It seems to be another realm that your mind takes you to whenever you’re on the edge.
Noises are around you. At first they’re quiet and you almost think they aren’t there. But they get louder and louder to the point where it’s agonizing and they just don’t stop.

You scream your lungs out, anything to make it STOP.
You close your eyes and hunch down on the floor, make yourself small. You hate this. You are scared and you want the terrible voices and the sickingly colours to stop flashing around you. But he isn’t here to stop them. Not this time.

But someone else is. He’s sitting behind you and you look up at him and through the blur of indigo tears you see his twisted smile, the same indigo gashes on his face as on yours, the same makeup.
“Leave me alone!” you bark at him but he just laughs at you. His hand traces over your face and his nails dig slightly into your skin.

You hate him, that other side of you, that just won’t leave you alone. That takes control over yourself. Makes you do things you never wanted to do. Slick and colourful liquids cover the floor and raise up to your ankles. You want to scream again but he presses his hand on your lips and growls at you. “No don’t.” he whispers. “You can’t stop it. It’s your destiny. That is what you’re supposed to be.” He tells you once again.

You’re so sick of hearing this. Your vision clears a bit more and you find yourself in complete Darkness, standing opposite of the other one, the other you. There is no definable room, it’s just endless dark space surrounding both of you. He takes your hand into his, gentle, and runs another one over your cheek again.

“You will be the greatest of them all. You’re born for this.” He continues to talk to you but you don’t listen. You concentrate on the shades of colour on your hands. Olive, Blue, Brown, Yellow. You’re not even directly responsible for two of them. Your heartbeat quickens as another colour appears on your hands and you noticed that the other one stopped talking.

Your eyes widen and your head jerks up to look into his face. There’s a sadistic grin on his face and a cruel spark in his eyes. “No…” you whisper. “No, no, no, no, no!!” you scream at him and bat his hands away and you almost jump at him, claw at his face, his throat.

Suddenly he disappears and so does the darkness and the construction of the room appears in front of you again. You’re back in the veil, but the colour is still there. Still on your hands. And it’s burning accusingly bright and red on your hands and you lean over and look at the body in front of you. Your mind is racing and you scream.
You cradle the body in your arms and you hope he’s not dead. You can still feel his heartbeat and you let out a relieved sigh. He’s the only one who could save you from yourself and you promise that if something like this ever happens again you will kill yourself. In order to stop the other one. The one that has so much control about you.

The one you hate so much.

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[reddpop]

Dirk<3Jane<3Jake<3Roxy (or the beta alternative, Dave<3Jade<3Rose<3John, if you want.)

post-apocalyptic mixed with magical girls

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

[slippy]

all A2 trolls in various degrees of <3
military fiction & yaoi

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

[slippy]

Dirk <3 Aranea <3 Jake
Buddy cop comedy + pulp

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

[slippy]

Dirk <3 Auto-responder <3 Roxy <3 Jane <3 Jake
Rogue artificial intelligence/robot + epic romance

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT <3 NEPETA

[slippy]

Jack Noir <3< / <3 PM

Obituary + lament

FILL: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[wolfwish]

A dirge for the dog, in that he died so young.

PROMPT: TEAM [Alpha!Dave<3Alpha!Rose]

[andthus]

John<3Vriska
Romance + Military

FILL: TEAM Kanaya<>Karkat

[aloora]

PROMPT: TEAM JADE<3JOHN

[reddpop]

Terezi<3Karkat
Campus murder mystery + Memoir

FILL: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

[sadisticbutsweet]

(Had your daily dose of Sadstuck yet? No? HERE LET ME FIX THAT FOR YOU. TW for talk of suicide)

...Let me make one thing very clear to anyone stupid enough to be reading this piece of shit: I don't do things on a whim, ever. I like I plan my stupid stunts out, so that if something fucks up at least I can say I thought I knew what I was doing instead of making up bullshit as I went. Whenever it came to her, though, it was different. She was always different. She just had to glance my way and I'd do anything she asked me because I was just such a god damn pathetic love-struck idiot that pride meant nothing to me when it involved the great Terezi Pyrope, top of the class valedictorian and resident blind girl.

That's why I couldn't say no when she asked me to help her find her friend's killer.

It was early March when Vriska committed suicide, or at least that was what the newspapers said. After the initial discovery Terezi locked herself in her room. She missed the funeral. She missed her classes. She missed every pathetically desperate phone call I made. Her fuck ass of a douchebag best friend was the only reason I knew she was still alive. I caught him slipping out of her room one day, resulting in a quick argument and more than a few bruises.

“Look, she's sleeping, so tone down the yelling Mr. I-Have-Volume-Control-Issues. Just leave her alone, dude,” he murmured angrily. His lip bled from the fight and a bruise was blossoming on his cheek. “She’ll come out when she wants to.”

I argued, hissed that she may be dead by then.

“Nah man, TZ wouldn’t do that.” He shoved me for emphasis before walking off.

For the only time in my life I prayed he was right. Dave Strider was nothing but a jerkass hipster with an obsession with fucking up the definition of irony, but he was also the only one who kept open connection with Terezi during that week. As much as I hated it, I had to trust that he was right, no matter how badly I wanted to punch his face in.

She called me up on the eighth of March. I remember the moment vividly. It was a Sunday, nearly ten at night. My dormmate was blaring National Treasure for the tenth time that week. John himself was draped over the couch, alternating between cramming for some important chemistry test and swooning over Nic Cage’s rugged good looks. (His words, not mine.) Abandoning any hope of getting work done while shitty films were playing in the background, I’d just started ripping into him about the historical inaccuracies of the film when my phone went off.

I didn’t even check the number. I just grabbed it off my desk and hit talk before John could bug me about my ringtone being “Call Me Maybe”. “What nooksucker calls at ten pm on a school night?” I snapped, aggravated.

She laughed. I used to like her laugh, but now it sounded slightly crazed and bitter. Crazier than normal, I guess I should specify, because Terezi was always not quite there. “Karkat, I need you to come to my room.”

“Terezi, what the fucking hell? You can’t just vanish off the god damn face of the Earth and then call me up all like ‘oh yeah, here let me just drop everything, no questions asked, never mind that I’ve been sitting here thinking you’re dead!‘” I was angry because I was relieved, because I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her voice cutting through every dull discussion in Comparative Politics.

(Fuck, I'll just admit it - I missed her.)

“Mmm. I’ll see you in five.” She hangs up before I can get another word in.

I was on her doorstep in two. I’d never run that fast in my entire life. The door to my dorm was left hanging, and I nearly injured myself stumbling down the stairs. The quad between the girl’s dorm and the boy’s dorm was suddenly … I can’t even think of an appropriately shitty metaphor to explain how I felt running across the quad.

I knocked louder than I meant to. The sound echoed down the hallway, but all I heard was the sound of the lock and the tiny crack as she opened the door. It opened no wider, but I knew an invitation when I saw one. I barged in without even asking.

I wish I could say I noticed the painfully obvious out of place things first – the newspaper clippings, pictures, maps of the campus, pages and pages of notes not in her handwriting scattered on her desk and walls – but I didn’t. I didn’t see anything but her tense smile and pale face and how tired and gorgeous she looked in the lamplight. She sat in front of her desk; between her teeth was a pen riddled in teeth marks. She raised one hand in weak greeting, waggling her fingers in my general direction.

“Hey,” she addressed the wall a little to my left.

I swallowed, my mouth feeling like sandpaper. “Where the fuck have you been?”

She could follow my voice well enough to look right at me once I'd talked. “Here.” She waved an arm at the area around her, narrowly missing her desk lamp. It was then that I focused in on the wall. A thousand eyes of Vriska’s stared me down from the clippings. Headlines jumped out at me – “Vriska Serket, 19, Found Dead In Her Dorm” and every variation of it. I felt sick. I’d never liked Vriska, but I wouldn’t wish her fate on my worst enemy.

“I’ve been working with Dave,” Terezi spoke while I took it all in. “He’s been doing some undercover work retracing her steps.”

“What? Why?” I asked, squinting at the red tacks littering the map and the hastily drawn, squiggly red lines that hardly looked like any sort of coherent route.

“Come on, Karkat, surely you aren’t that dense? This smells of foul play,” she hissed, baring her teeth. She spins in the chair to face the desk, spreading out her arms as if to embrace the wall – no – the mural to her dead friend. This time she does hit the lamp and I have to jolt to catch it, carefully replacing it where it belonged.

Terezi continues as if nothing happened. “Don’t you see? It’s there, we’ve just got to find it.”

I think I would have felt better if she had looked and sounded like her usual self. This wasn't the girl I was used to seeing, all sharp smiles and wicked words when no one else could hear. I didn’t like the furrow between her brow and the tight line of her lips when she wasn’t sneering. Her passion for criminal justice had turned to a fury I had never seen in her. She truly believed Vriska had been murdered, and at the time I didn’t know how to tell her otherwise.

“The police –“

“The police are incompetent.” She squints, more for effect than any sort of usefulness. “Teen suicide is up, you know. They saw her swinging and assumed the obvious – they didn’t even do a thorough autopsy, for crying out loud! Amateurs.”

She abruptly stands up, and suddenly she’s right up in my face. “I know Vriska,” she said, and I could feel her breath across my face, “and I know there’s no way she would have killed herself. She didn’t do this. There’s something missing.”

“Tez-”

“Do you believe me or not?” She pushed me, proving surprisingly strong for a crazy blind chick who missed meals and spent most of her time hunched over legal documents. “I need you to believe me, Karkat. Dave thinks I’ve taken this too far. He calls it all a delusion, but it’s not. I’m going to hunt down her killer and I need you to help me.”

Years later, looking back on it all, maybe I should have turned around and walked out. In the long run, it would have saved me a lot of trouble, stress, and pounding migraines. When Terezi looked at me, though, I couldn’t say no. Call me a sucker, but I was in too deep. She was too. Terezi Pyrope, the woman who would become the most famous legislator ever, wouldn’t rest until she had solved what I thought was a made up crime.

Meanwhile I, soon to be lovesick dunce for the rest of this stupid investigation, couldn't rest without her either. I'd stop when she stopped. On a complete god damn whim, I was going to let her drag me down with her, and I was going to be completely okay with it.

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

crayons + lack of speech, WV<3PM

FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[candyredcoolkid]

hi there, i couldnt resist this supercute prompt :D

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 SOLLUX

[icylily]

humanstuck + aquatic animals, eridan<3feferi or eridan<3<feferi :3

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[orange_yarn]

So maybe you're the guy watches the dolphin show eight times every weekend. Maybe you're almost always hunched over on aluminum stands, perched in the top righthand corner every Saturday and Sunday without fail, at 10:30, 12:30, 2:30 and 4:00, maybe you shell out $16.50 for a ticket twice a week because buying a membership means admitting that you have a problem. Maybe you've seen every trick in the book at least five billion times, maybe you can't get that fishtank stink out of your nose, maybe you're hearing clicks and whistles in your dreams.

You don't even like dolphins, is the thing, you couldn't give two shits about them if you tried, you'd rather bake in the desert biome and watch tortoises crawl across the sand at two seconds an hour than watch the same goddamn fish jump through the same fucking hoop, except.

Except there's that trainer, the girl with black curls that never stop, and the cutest fucking smile in existence. She looks genuinely happy to be there, looks like there's no place she'd rather be except here, flinging anchovies down dolphin throats and chatting it up with the audience, her voice sing-songing through her headset and out the speakers, vibrating all around you.

She hangs around, after the shows, and the kids crowd up around her and ask forty thousand questions and she answers them all. One of these days you'll stick around til they're all gone, someday you'll work up the nerve to say hello and maybe ask if you could see her somewhere else, somewhere that doesn't smell so much like artificial ocean. Today, though, today you sweep out with the rest of the crowd, today you keep your eyes to the ground as the children ooh and ahh, today you slump on a bench across from the seals and wait until the four o'clock show.

PROMPT: TEAM [Equius<>Nepeta]

[pie2dface]

Equius<3Dirk. High School drama + Fighting/Action.

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3SOLLUX

[robotwwizard]

hopefully this works? like implied action/fighting?

PROMPT: TEAM [Equius<>Nepeta]

[pie2dface]

Equius<3<Eridan. Court drama + Horror.

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Sufferer<3Disciple, Poetry and Forbidden Romance

FILL: TEAM [Dirk<>Roxy]

[alymira]

I met you,
so far into my life.
Yet it's hard to remember,
that there was a time when
I didn't have you by my side.
Oh, how I wanted you.

The first time I saw you,
my world became so much brighter,
But you stayed far from my touch,
it uncouth, my desire,
but
Oh, how I wanted you.

It's mystifying how,
before I'd met you,
I had never known,
that I'd come to need you
As much as I do now.
Oh, how I need you.

It's strange how,
the world could look so different
with you there with me.
How it could just look
like so much of the same
without you.
Oh, how I need you.

Without you,
I'd walk like a blind man
though my days.
Stumbling and tripping
over every twist and turn.
Oh, how I crave you.

I cannot begin to fathom
how meaningless my life would be,
if you weren't present
Every
Single
Step of the way.
Oh, how I crave you.

Your smiling face,
Your delicate curves.
You make the sweetest sounds
when I touch you.
Every caress
bringing us closer together.
Oh, my dear,

how I love you.

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Dave<3Jade, wuxia and royal court intrigue

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI

[gunsandstrawberries]

John<3Rose
Fantasy + Steampunk

FILL: TEAM BRO<3DAVE

[ze_hi]

i hope this would suffice!

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Armageddon, hurt/comfort, Vriska<3Terezi

FILL: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[brightgray]

H3R3 T4K3 TH1S
H3 W1LL H3LP YOU F33L B3TT3R 4BOUT WH4T3V3R 1T 1S YOUR3 NOT F33L1NG B3TT3R 4BOUT
You're really giving this to me?
Y3AH!
BUT 1F YOU R1P H1M UP OR SOM3TH1NG 1M GO1NG TO H4V3 TO T4K3 4W4Y YOUR FL4RP1NG PR1V1L3G3S
...Okay, it's a deal!

(Pretty messy now that I look at it, but I hope this works! Here's the thing on flickr, booop: http://www.flickr.com/photos/79034122@N08/7419252512/)

PROMPT: TEAM dave♠karkat♥terezi♥dave

[sadisticbutsweet]

Hey crackshippers, take a stab at this -

letter fic-Fairytale, Roxy<3Terezi

Please? <3 I want this ship filled so badly just to prove that someone out there ships it with me.

FILL: TEAM JADE<3ROSE

[myerfly]

From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

It is of my utmost pleasure to inform you that you, of the many eager hopefuls in all the Two Kingdoms, have been chosen to attend the Second Princess's Grand Ball! As it is known throughout the land, this Ball will be the occasion of Her Highness the Second Princess's betrothal -- that is to say, my own. I will be making my selection on this night among all hopefuls present, therefore it is of significant note that each and every invitee will be considered a valid prospect until proven otherwise! I pray that I will make your acquaintance on this fair night eight sunsets from this day, in the meanwhile, fare thee well in the contest of fortune and fate that is to come.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

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l o fuckin l
prithee tell my faire ladee but if i were to show up to this shindig and NOT get surrounded by like a squillion guards soon as i even made for the motherfukkin punch bowl then i WOULD marry u as a punishment game for me bein damn stupid
nice try tho as entrapment goes this is pretty darn creative

xox roxxy hood

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From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Second Princess takes great offense at the insinuation that she carries the stench of deceit and trickery! Not to even mention your scandalous accusations of entrapment. She would like to assure you that nary a nefarious trap lies in wait for your most venerated and blueberry-plum clad person upon entry to the ball; the ball is a public event, and as such some security is necessary, but she assures you that no threat is meant to be made on your livelihood nor your freedom!

The Princess begs you to reconsider your decision to defer your attendance. At this ball, paid entirely from the royal coffers for the good of the people, many sights, hidden from the public eye until this time, will appear, including Her Highness's own self as well as the Prospitian Royal Family's heirloom engagement ring!

The Second Princess takes this opportunity to bring it to your most esteemed attention that rings are very shiny.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

=>

pfft i aint a crovid miss hoity toit
and whats wiht the insinuation that i taste like plums is that ur idea a growin a personality there
more like a perSNORality u can do better than that
also thats still ttly entrapment jsyk

much love from rox sox hood of bein bluebrry apparently

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From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
Delivered via carrier imp

To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Princess's sincerest apologies, she must have been mixing you up with someone else! Most likely another irreverent villain too big in their britches to check their missives at a Spelling Tree. In fact, she is so bereft with remorse at her mistake that she really must make it up to you. Please visit the palace at sundown six days from now, and I will see that you are justly compensated.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

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again with the entrapment, jade in heaven that tact is old as balls by now whenll you give it UP
also excuuse me princess but ur third person is slippin a little there
o damn i just realized that i cant call u princess derogatorily since u LITERALLY ARE a princess
ill have to think of somethin better for next time
preferbly something sicky sweet as ur gross public letters make u

til then, xox roxy

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From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
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To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

The Lady Pyrope apologizes profusely for insisting so long on pursuing such banal avenues of discourse! By now she has learned that your wits are surely too great to be bested by one such as her. She supposes that that is simply how the world works sometimes! You'll have to forgive her transgressions, she is a very bored and silly girl. She must have simply been jealous of the Dread Rogue Lalonde's infamous exploits; along with her dear spectacle-shaped magitek drone companion, she steals from the rich and gives to the poor across Prospit and Derse in turn, all the while with wild abandon! Oh, what a life to live.

... Or at least, I suppose it was, until her dear magitek spectacles suffered a lethal malfunction. What a sad day for our intrepid felonist; her happy hours of cavorting with her clockwork friend are long since over. And how sadder still that she has nary a childhood friend known to dabble in magitek magery that could restore him. Alas. Alack.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

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whoa ok there sugartits, first of all, lamao
secongly of all
wat
r u saying that u got a friend that could fix a-r
that u might be able to hook me up w/
hypothetically speakin
if i show up to ur entrapemt
?

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From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
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To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

I am not saying that necessarily!

I am also not not saying it.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

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well well welly wlel well
well played
course i still aint rsvping to ur thingamagig
but im definitely gonna be lookin up ur friendo there
thanks for the info
u aint half bad princess

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From the desk of Her Highness Second Princess Terezi Snapdragon Pyralspite Pyrope of Prospit
Year of Our Space Doggodess 413
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To the Dread Rogue Lalonde;

You are most welcome! I am glad that something productive seems to have come out of this correspondence for one of us at least. I do regret that I did not have more time to spend on this little dalliance! I'm afraid that my other current projects happened to take precedence over my efforts to convince you. It's a shame, really! You are interesting to talk to.

I'm also sorry that we will apparently not be seeing you at the ball after all, if that's your final word on the matter! Life is full of disappointments.

Best regards;

Lady Pyrope, SP

PS: I wouldn't go back to your Thieves' Guild right now if I were you! You're quite lucky that you were out when we finally zeroed in on it! Or you would be, if I hadn't arranged for it to be that way or if luck actually mattered at all.
>:]

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well now who says im not going to the ball hmmm
i just said i wont be attending ur entrapment
but it cant be entrampent if ur guards dont see me come in now can it
so i might swing by for a dance or 2
and to steal that bling u talked about idk i havent decided yet
but ill defintly be there yup
cause havent u heard
apparently the second princess o prospit is gonna be pickin her suitor that night
and u kno a rogue like me just cant stand to see riches go to any one but the least deserving peeps
thats how justice works
>;)

xox
dread rogue roxy lalonde o derse <3

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