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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!
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FILL: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

[personal profile] grimd0rk 2012-06-12 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
(I'm not really the best at blackrom, but I gave this a crack anyway, because basically this prompt is amazing and I just felt the overwhelming desire to fill it. Anyway! Have some incredibly handsome uu and ridiculous butchering of the fine Marquis's sexual perversions.)

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You tell yourself that one day you’ll stop falling in love with handsome strangers who come into the café.

This one is there every morning at eight-thirty, without fail. He orders a triple espresso with a scowl and never so much as a second of eye contact with anyone. You would’ve said he was a kid from the estates, but under his hoodie is quite obviously a business suit. It’s a bit of a walk from the financial district, but you suppose he enjoys the fresh air in his tea break. He’s pretty short – you’re on a platform behind the machine, but if the two of you were on the same level he’d probably come no further than your mouth. And if you’re being honest with yourself, it’s pretty hot, even though he looks about fifteen. He can’t be. Fifteen-year-olds don’t wear suits. A couple of times you’ve seen his face, and he’s got such a striking profile.

You try not to overfill his cup while you’re eyeballing him.

Sometimes you wish he’d order something with milk, just so you’d have the excuse to get a bit fancy. Sure, it’s just a suburban café, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t spent the requisite hour after closing every day perfecting your latté art skills. Let it never be said you don’t put your mind to the task.

The day he looks at you is perhaps the greatest day of your working life so far. God, those eyes. Maybe this guy is a model and he wears the hood so that people don’t stare. That seems like a reasonable explanation. You’re a reasonable man. You’re definitely watching what you’re doi—

The coffee scalds your hands as you realise that maybe, just maybe, you should’ve been paying more attention. Your fingers are red and swelling, and you bite your lip to keep from screaming bloody murder. Jane behind the register gives you a look like you’ve just won Idiot of the Year. There goes Employee of the Month.

She signals for you to go out back and compose yourself, which is something you do quite thankfully. You’re annoyed at yourself, no doubt about it. Way to come off all unprofessional. But even more, you’re annoyed at him. How dare he be so attractive. How dare he distract you from your work. How dare he look at you.

Didn’t he know what he was doing?

You dry your hands, but they’re still red and raw. Close enough. You go back out front, and Jake’s taken over at the machine. He gives you an apologetic glance and then looks back to his work. Of course he does – he’s not dumb enough to get boiling hot coffee all over his hands, even if he is only a trainee barista.

“Your hands look awful, Dirk,” Jane says, putting on her Worried Mother Face as she gets a slice of cheesecake out of the fridge. “Why don’t you go home and get yourself cleaned up? You can come back to work later,” she says. It’s not a suggestion. It’s an order.

You nod, and exit out the back.

He’s standing there on the sidewalk, just loitering there with his triple espresso and an arrogant smirk just visible under the hood, as though nothing happened. You want to punch the git square in the kisser. You resolve to ignore him completely.

“Nice burns,” he says as you walk past. “What are those? First degree? Second degree?” You stop in your tracks and swivel around.

“What did you just say,” you say, your jaw clenched.

He grins at you, and it makes you feel decidedly uncomfortable.

You keep walking.

It’s a block later that you notice him following you.

Once again you turn around. “What do you want?”

He walks right up to you, and he’s actually a lot taller than he seemed from behind the counter. Good kissing height. Good punching height.

“I want you,” he whispers, leaning in close. “I see you every fucking week. And I want to do unspeakable things to you. I want to see you suffer.”

You back away slightly, taking care not to lose your footing (that would just be embarrassing). “Jesus christ, I wasn’t aware that we had any registered sex offenders on the loose ‘round here.”

He just smiles again, and yeah, it’s fucking terrifying. But he is so criminally attractive when he smiles. You almost want him to do unspeakable things to you.

“Do you want to come back to mine?” he asks. “We can have coffee. Or not.”

“Yes,” you say, before you can give yourself a chance to think about it. “Fuck yes.”

He nods and walks ahead, and you follow him. Why the fuck are you following him?

It’s not a long walk to his apartment block, and he lives on the tenth floor. The sexual tension in the elevator is palpable. When he unlocks the door to let you in you’re wholly unsurprised by how sterile it is. One side of the living room, however, is covered with film posters. He sees you checking them out and scowls. “Ignore those. They’re my sister’s.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“She’s not here,” he adds, kicking off his shoes into the corner.

As you enter his bedroom you realise that your hands are still like two pentadactyl pokers. You shove them in your pockets and inspect the room. So far, so good – there are no obvious torture implements lying around, no bondage gear, no volumes of de Sade. In fact, like the un-decorated half of the living room, it’s sparsely adorned but for a table set up in the corner with a chess set out on it, seemingly mid-game.

“You don’t want a coffee, do you,” you say.

He grins and shakes his head. “I want to play a game.”

“Chess?”

His face falls and he grimaces at you like you’ve just told the worst joke in living memory. “Not chess. Idiot. We are going to do things that you wouldn’t dream of doing in public. Take off your shoes. And lie down.”

He points to the bed. It’s a double bed, and you wonder vaguely if he’s being unfaithful here, but then you remember than he lives with his sister. Definitely a bachelor.

And so you lie down. He climbs on top, straddling you, and stares down with that handsome face of his. You reach up to push his hood away, but he swats your hand away like a kitten with a ball of wool. “Not so fast!” he says. “One thing at a time.”

This is getting very weird very fast. You’re honestly waiting for the ball gag to come out, so it surprises you when he takes the same hand and places it in front of your face.

“Hold my hand.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Really, dude?”

“Just fucking hold it!”

So you oblige, and bring your burnt hand up to meet his. It’s unusually small – or maybe yours is still swollen. You twine your fingers together, and he looks utterly scandalised.

“Fuck. You are filthy! Dirk.”

He flicks your namebadge with his other hand. You’d forgotten you were still wearing it. “What now?” you ask.

“One thing at a time,” he says sharply.

“Well, yeah,” you mutter. “I don’t even to know your name.”

“That is of no importance!” he proclaims with all the pomp of a public service announcement. “You will obey my commands. And not ask questions.”

“Whatever.” You’re kind of getting sick of this going nowhere. You thought at least he wanted rough makeouts. But no. You’re just holding hands. This guy is worse than annoying – he’s a complete tool.

“You’re getting impatient. I can tell. Ok.”

He leans down, your hands still linked, so that his face is right in front of yours. “Tell me you love me,” he whispers.

“What?”

“Tell me. That. You love me.”

It occurs to you how stilted his speech is – either someone’s really into dramatic pauses, or English isn’t his first language. And you definitely do not love him.

“Dude, no. I’m not a liar.”

Say it,” he hisses.

It is impossible to shrink any further back into the mattress thank you already have. You clear your throat. “I... love you...”

“Oh man,” he says, pursing his lips and taking a moment to luxuriate. “You even put in the pauses. That is so. Disgusting. You’re immoral.”

You give him a confused look. “You’ve got a pretty screwed up moral compass.”

He’s a bit put-off by this. “I was not. Expecting that. Dirk. Tell me I’m beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” You don’t have to lie this time.

He grins broadly. “Tell me again!”

“Beauty radiates from your every pore with all the force of a thousand suns,” you say, hamming it up a bit. He likes that, right?

“Fuck. Dirk. Too much. Too soon. Tone it down.”

“You’re very handsome,” you correct yourself, an almost conciliatory tone in your voice.

“Thanks,” he says suddenly, grinning. His smile is no less frightening, even when (you think) it’s genuine. “You’ve been good. As a reward. I might. Let you kiss me.”

“I’m on the edge of my seat,” you say, bored out of your wits.

“Sit up,” he commands, and you do so. He leans in closer and presses his lips to yours for the shortest kiss you’ve ever had.

“That was. So arousing.” The sad part is, he genuinely looks flustered by this.

“Yeah. Great.” You are beginning to get really annoyed by this guy. “Listen, I should probably get back to work...”

“You are no fun. Dirk. Okay. I will let you go. For now. But we will do this again.”

“I can hardly wait,” you say flatly.

“Maybe if you’re lucky,” he says, “we could get to second base,—” he leans in and lowers his voice to a whisper, “— in under a year. You’d like that. Wouldn’t you? You’re so. Filthy.”


Your hands are looking a lot better by now.

He walks you back to the café and even comes inside with you, the tenacious fucker. Jane raises her eyebrows at you.

“Don’t ask,” you say, slipping back behind the counter and taking over from Jake.

He orders a triple espresso.

“See you at nine tomorrow. Dirk.”

He says your name like it’s illegal.

You don’t care that he looks like a model, and you don’t even care that after weeks of silently ogling him it turns out that yeah, he’s interested. You don’t care. You really fucking hate this guy.
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PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[personal profile] deadkidsclub 2012-06-12 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Bro<3Dave, reality TV + magical girls
chiuchiu: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA<3FEFERI

[personal profile] chiuchiu 2012-06-12 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Dirk<3Jake<3Jane<3Roxy
Alice in wonderland crossover/utopian
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PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[personal profile] deadkidsclub 2012-06-12 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave<3John, cop drama + zombie apocalypse
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PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[identity profile] lustfullyc.livejournal.com 2012-06-12 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose<3Equius

Courtly Love + Diaries/journals
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PROMPT: TEAM Aradia<>Dave

[personal profile] eremiticantiquarian 2012-06-12 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
anarcho-socialism + urban fantasy, Dave <3 Tavros
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PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[personal profile] deadkidsclub 2012-06-12 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Jake<3John, pro-wrestling + horror
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PROMPT: TEAM Eridan <3 Roxy

[identity profile] lustfullyc.livejournal.com 2012-06-12 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Karkat<3<John woke up gay AND with quadranted romantic feelings + Documentary (Someone prompted for woke up with quadranted romantic feelings. I had to one up them)
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PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[personal profile] headlessbird 2012-06-12 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Eridan<>Karkat
Found poetry + Lost Worlds
extra love from me if you manage to worm in lyrics from Amanda Palmer or My Chemical Romance.
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PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

[personal profile] headlessbird 2012-06-12 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
John<>Kanaya
Media tie-in (Doctor Who please!) + Parallel Universes
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FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3FEFERI

[personal profile] chiuchiu 2012-06-12 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Uhm hope you like it! And sorry for the orribile pic but my scanner isn't working :u
I really hope it's ok btw

http://imgur.com/Dh6gF

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[personal profile] runespoor 2012-06-12 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Current state: making stupid sounds at my screen. I love the world-building, and the character voices. Karkat's self-knowledge that he is going to help that terrible vampire adjust is hilarious.
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PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-06-12 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Eastern Fantasy + Technopunk for Sollux<3Terezi!
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PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[personal profile] deadkidsclub 2012-06-12 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Bro<3Dave, wuxia + parody
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PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-06-12 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Fantastic Voyage + Werewolves for Jade<3Nepeta!
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FILL: TEAM English

[personal profile] fencesatmidnight 2012-06-12 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not a big fan of Tavros<3Vriska but the "Great Depression" part reeled me in faster than you can say "history nut". Sorry if the fluff isn't fluffy or romantic enough, I tried. ;w; Warnings: fight scenes, Vriska cursing... that's it.

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Tavros sighed as he flipped through the wrinkled pages of some cuisine magazine that he had gotten from the train station (he had an odd habit of picking up reading material people left behind). The bundle of pencils and few slightly bruised apples he was supposed to sell sat in the mess tin on the bench he was sitting on. He'd had absolutely no luck in earning any money whatsoever, and if he was completely honest, he doubted that his luck was going to change any time soon. The only reason Tavros was staying at his usual post at the book store's bench was just so that he could meet Vriska after she was finally done with her mysterious "lessons" at the deserted lot and go get groceries after stopping by the soup kitchen. The two of them lived with their guardians, both war veterans in their own right, in a boxcar by the soup kitchen.

The money Tavros had been given was kept securely in his jacket pocket, strapped there for extra security. Carrying money while alone was a risky thing, but he operated on the assumption that people would sooner take the apples than search him. It provided some measure of comfort, at least.

That was why, when a scruffy-looking thug approached Tavros, he was able to keep the fright at a minimum and forced out a grin, just like his cousin had told him to a long time ago. Confident, he was confident.

"Hello, uh, would you, uh, like to purchase something?" Tavros managed as the large troll's glare morphed into a wide, sinister grin.

"Yeh. I would like ta purchase the money ya got hidden somewhere," he spat, gobs of off-colour spit becoming airborne. "Fer free." Needless to say, Tavros was scared out of his mind. He wanted to run, he'd give anything to be able to run at that moment, but for obvious reasons, his only means of escape wasn't an option.

"Uhh, I'm afraid that's, uh, not for "sale", not at all," Tavros said, determinedly reminding himself that he could do this, he could stand up to this guy. No big deal. None at all.

"Well boy, it is now!" the troll replied, grinning when Tavros flinched as he grabbed hold of one of his wide horns. "You need some persuasion, now do ya?" Before Tavros could say anything else, there was a soft clattering sound as he was lifted shakily to his semi-useless feet. His crutches fell from his grip and the troll kicked them away, snickering loudly. Shaking in both fear and anger, Tavros attempted to elbow his assaulter in the ribs, but he was pushed away to and arm's length. This was followed by a loud thud as his eye was given a rather impactful introduction to his bully's fist. Tavros groaned as stars began to explode before his eyes and the world began to spin. He was only pulled back from the darkness creeping in when a familiar, enraged voice rang out on the relatively empty street.

"Hey, you filthy bastard! What do you even think you're doing? You want to pick on him, then I'm sorry, but you'll have to schedule an appointment, because currently his calendar is all filled up by me!" Vriska screeched. Tavros couldn't help but feel relieved at the familiar pitch and tone of a pissed off Vriska. The sound of her angry footsteps and mocking calls on both sides percolated through into his consciousness. Tavros wasn't sure when, but at some point, the troll had dropped him back onto the bench and his head was ringing from what must have been impact with the wall behind him. He rubbed the aching bases of his horns and tried to make sense of the fight before him. Vriska was fighting tooth and claw, but her opponent had her pinned on the floor. Determined to be of use, Tavros fumbled for his crutches and found them lying next to the bench. Gripping one tightly, he swung blindly at the large mass of muscle which was keeping Vriska down. The end of the crutch connected with some part of him, and Vriska grabbed the opportunity to spring up and keep his arms in a firm lock behind his back.

"Go before I shred you to pieces," Vriska snarled, baring her teeth threateningly. That seemed to do the trick. The troll was off in mere seconds. Tavros waited for Vriska to yell at him about not handling the guy on his own, about how he could've taken that moron down quick if he'd just TRY, bluh bluh. Instead, Vriska spun around and was dancing a bizarre sort of happy dance.

"Did you see that, Tavros? Did you? It was soooooooo awesome. He just took off like quicksilver!" Vriska crowed, striking a victorious pose. "And you, Pupa Pan, that was brilliant! Couldn't've done it without you. Damn!" Looping her arm through his, Vriska heaved as she helped Tavros get up into a standing position with his crutches. He swallowed nervously and picked up the mess tin, heart beating fast. Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the skin around Vriska's good eye was beginning to show signs of bruising.

"You got a black eye, Vriska," Tavros said worriedly, steadying himself on his crutches. "Does it hurt?" He pinned a crutch to his side with his elbow as he prodded lightly at the bruises, momentarily forgetting about the scolding he'd get from her.

"Gee, you think? And here I was thinking that a fairy came by and painted the some nice flowers there. It feels like magic," Vriska retorted, swatting his hand away. "Concentrate on walking, you're weak enough on your feet as it is. A victory doesn't mean time for relaxation." Tavros obediently withdrew, leaning on Vriska only slightly to move. Tavros must've had some variation of a kicked puppy's expression, because Vriska nudged him gently and hooted with laughter.

"Well, we match now, don't we? We both have black eyes. Your cousin is going to have a fit when he sees us," Vriska cackled. Tavros shrugged, smiling.

"Let him. Uh, I mean, see, this look fits me, doesn't it?" Tavros attempted to boast, puffing out his chest jokingly. He stopped short when Vriska parked herself in front of him, holding him at an arm's length and inspecting his face. Tavros was beginning to worry that he had been too over-the-top when she began to snigger.

"It does indeed. Makes you look less like a wimpy idiot," Vriska said with an air of finality. She stretched up to give him a very quick, very soft peck on the cheek before swiftly returning to her position beside him.

"And that's a good thing, mind you," Vriska added. She acted as if nothing unusual had happened, but Tavros was grinning widely.

"Say, uh, I think it was rather worth it," Tavros replied cheekily. Vriska shot a glare at him.

"Wipe that goofy smile off your face. You're exhibiting the wrong kind of confidence," Vriska replied, stepping closer to him. "Hurry uuuuuuuup. Spinneret's waiting!" And with that, Vriska began to drag Tavros behind her, her face tinged with just a hint of blue, his smile still as bashful and delighted as it had been.
Edited 2012-06-12 15:07 (UTC)

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT

[personal profile] janeybriggs 2012-06-12 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Jade<3Feferi, city guide+cosmic horror
cypher: (tavros believes in fairies)

[personal profile] cypher 2012-06-12 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
asfhjkjl

/adds to endless list
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FILL: TEAM BRO<3JOHN

[personal profile] brodacious 2012-06-12 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
This ficlet contains mentions of sex.
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There are rules on the outside. When you’re on the outside and you see someone you knew on the inside, common practice states that mum’s the fucking word. You don’t know each other, you never met. That shit is over, like it never happened.

Even if you were cellmates.

Even if you nearly bit clean through your lip every other night while he held your wrists tight behind your back and you didn’t struggle because you didn’t mind.

You don’t say hey, ‘how’s it goin?’ You don’t wave, or smile and nod, you don’t fucking make eye contact. Because that shit is over, never happened.

And if you happen to be minding your own goddamn business in the cereal aisle, trying to decide between Lucky Charms and Cap’n Crunch (which still takes forever after years because the fact that you have a choice still boggles your mind) and you see a familiar pair of horns coming down the aisle? You definitely don’t invite them out for drinks.

It’s just against the rules.

But you weren’t much one for rules anyway. Or maybe you’re just a fucking idiot.

---

“D’you wanna know....what th’ twist was?” he slurs after his fifth cranberry and vodka. You’re still nursing a tequila sunrise, and you look up.

“Th’ whole time I was....y’know....human male bonin’ you?”

You nod as if to confirm that yes, that is the accepted term for sex.

“All macho and rough like I was s’posed to do in there....” You watch him swallow thickly before he continues, “I really jus’ wanted t’ like. Hold your elegant as fuck hand and caress your precious damn face.”

You take your drink stirrer on a tour around the glass a few times, processing this.

It’s over. It never happened.

It’s two years behind you, though it might as well be a million because it’s a time that doesn’t fucking exist. Bad shit happens when you get inside business mixed up with outside business.

You cease to think about all those helpful little tips for former convicted felons reentering society as your eyes fall on his hand laying palm down on the table.

Your stirrer clinks against the side of your glass as you let go to reach across the void between you.

He bites his lips, his eyes watery with intoxication and maybe something else as you cover his grey hand with your pale one.
Edited 2012-06-12 16:18 (UTC)
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Re: FILL: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[personal profile] fayharley 2012-06-12 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
This is spectacular! you executed the choose your own adventure format even better than I could have hoped. Brilliant all around!
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PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE♥KARKAT

[personal profile] sempiternalserpent 2012-06-12 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
(Tossing this in for a team-mate who can't get to her keyboard right now!)

Body Horror+Lullabies for Eridan♥Sollux
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Re: FILL: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[personal profile] magnificentbastards 2012-06-12 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
This is great.
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Re: FILL: TEAM ARADIA<3FEFERI

[personal profile] shinigamishi 2012-06-12 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god beautiful and amazing THANK YOU!
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Re: FILL: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-06-12 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I am very much glad you enjoyed my fill of your prompt! Fun fact: Out of all of the above 14 posts, half of them are endings. I think one of my favorite things about doing the choose your own adventure format was making sure there were plenty of ways to fail.
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Re: PROMPT: TEAM SOLLUX<3TEREZI

[personal profile] wallwalker 2012-06-12 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry. ^^; It would be awesome if you would write your take on it too, though - they're allowing more than one fill per prompt, they've said somewhere! (I think it was on tumblr.)
I'd love to see it, especially for this! There needs to be more ash-rom fic out there. XD