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

Re: FILL: TEAM Rose <3 Sollux

[rex]

This is so much fun! I love it.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[rex]

Oh, btw, you put "prompt" instead of "fill" in your subject line; you might want to repost this to make sure that you get the proper points for it!

PROMPT: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[dragon_bagon]

Pirates + Military for Eridan<3<Vriska!

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KANAYA<>KARKAT

[dragon_bagon]

This is a great prompt and I am working on something for it!

Prompt: TEAM Dave<3Rose<3Terezi

[gomimushi]

Aranea <3 Meenah
Fairytale + Horror

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[faeriearmy]

OH GOSH THANK YOU....
i'm gonna do that right now ;alskdgh

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN <3< SOLLUX

[faeriearmy]

(A:LKGHD:SALKDGH THANK YOU REX YOU HAVE SAVED ME)
Ah, man, this was a really fun fic to write. I hope it's at least along the lines of what you were looking for ;u;

“Over here, AA!” Sollux beckoned his moirail over. “There's the bathe, we can infiltrate from that window.”
“Sollux, I'm not sure that's a good idea. We could just walk in through the front door- they don't have very much security at all.”
Sollux made a shush noise. “You're no fun, AA.”
Aradia rolled her eyes. “Fine, we'll do it your way.”
Grinning, Sollux led her to the window. They were able to tread quite silently- the laboratories back at headquarters came up with shoes that let you hover above the ground. Perfect for spies.
Peering into the frame, Aradia made sure there was no one around, then slid the window open. She clambered in, landing softly on the ground before the shoes' technology kicked back in.
Sollux followed, landing with a bit more of a thump- though he began hovering just as quickly.
“Okay, we jutht have to go down the hallway into a door on the left. The treathure thould be in there.”
Aradia nodded, and stuck her head into the hallway. It looked clear, so she tapped a tiny button on the inside of her wrist. This button caused her tight skinsuit to become camouflage- blending in with whatever she walked in front of. Sollux did the same. Walking out into the open, they began making their way down the corridor with fast, tiny steps.
Signaling to Sollux, Aradia stopped in front of the door she guessed to be the right one. He walked around her, and inserted a tiny metal robot onto the doorknob. The robot flashed once, then skittered all the way around the knob. A click sounded, and Sollux opened the door, pocketing the robot once more.
He walked in slowly, looking around the room for cameras or guards. There were none.
“Geeth, thethe people really don't know how to protect thomething, do they?”
Chuckling a bit, Aradia replied, “Well, I don't believe they thought someone would wish to steal something as silly as this. It's not a huge deal, you know.”
“Why the fuck doeth the both want it, then?”
“Who knows? Boss does what he wants, he gets what he wants. He probably had a grudge against someone here, and wanted to poke at them.”
Grumbling to himself about 'alwayth following orderth', and 'I could be at home right now finithing up that program”, Sollux made his way up to the armoire in the front of the room. He opened it carefully, watching for any traps that may be set. Satisfied that there seemed to be none, he picked up the fist-sized box and placed it in a bag he carried at his hip.
“Let'th get out of here, I've got the box and I'm bored.”
Aradia grinned, and asked, “Don't you want to have any fun? We could mess with something here. Leave a little mark.”
“I like your thinking, AA. I knew there wath a reathon we became moirailth.”
He followed her back into the hall, where she continued in the direction they had headed. There were a few more doors, and she entered one. In this room, the setup was similar- no cameras, no guards. However, there was a table in the center, with a few books on it.
“I know, let's leave a message using the pages. Sound good?”
“Yeah, do it.”
The pair ripped out pages, and began spelling out the words 'learn t0 u2e 2ecuriity, iidii0t2'.


When they had finished, they high-fived and walked out of the room, back down the hall. They left through the same window, sliding it closed with a snap.
“Let's race back! Last one there has to buy lunch tomorrow!” Aradia ran- hovered, really- down the path they had followed to get to this hideout.
“Hey, wait! AA!” Sollux ran after her, feet almost pounding the ground. Her giggling trailed behind her, reaching Sollux's ears and bringing a grin to his face.
It was a job well done.

Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE&lt;3KARKAT

[brodacious]

Oh man this is fabulous. Now I want to read more about the adventures of office jockey dave and ghostbro. Thank you so much!

FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[eclecticillustrator]

I'm trying to figure out how to trigger warning an image,
but warnings for minor gore/body horror here.

Re: FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[cephalopod]

Horrorfef is perfect here, all sweet and cute and princessy and silly and a ravening monster. Best. She definitely chews the scenery but it's such good scenery. <3 So many hints at more details with Equius's act and what the whole troupe does for troll audiences instead, it's delicious.

PROMPT: TEAM English

[fencesatmidnight]

Sollux<3<Eridan Court intrigue + Melodrama

PROMPT: TEAM English

[fencesatmidnight]

Nepeta<3Karkat
Comedy of errors + West Side Story crossover

Re: FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[dragon_bagon]

...

OH NO MY FEEEEEELINGSSSSSSSSS

Bravo, welcometoinnsmouth, bravo. This may be my favorite bonus round entry yet.

FILL: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[eclecticillustrator]

“No Really”, insists the luminescent alien girl, “I Must Insist Upon the Neck If There Were Any More Effective Way I Would Certainly Divert To That Method”

“But in accordance with traditional trippy vampire fiction, you have to go right for the jugular where it happens to hurt the most and give me wicked neck cramps. I must say, I’m really enjoying these arrangements.” You can’t help but notice she keeps those fangs of hers wickedly sharp- curse troll fashion statements to the furthest ring and back. The more intelligent and logical part of you says you’re being ridiculous, as the sharper her fangs are, the faster and smoother the fangs will pierce you.

The other part simply objects to becoming Kanaya’s snack fridge.

“Dirk Really Theres Nobody Else Around And If I Get Any Hungrier Ill Have To Go Savage A Smallish Frollicmonster Or Something Do You Know How Ridiculous That Would Be” she gives you a stern look that says it’s a more ridiculous idea than throwing Cal into a raging inferno in that it is Simply Not A Done Thing.

You appropriate a groan for the situation and move over the stack of pizza boxes beside the TV remote on the couch, and shuffle aside to allow her to sit down. She picks up her skirt at the knees and sits, smoothing it over her thighs. The red is a pretty good colour for her, with that gemstone green radiating from her cheeks, not that you’re the pro of fashion or anything.

You swallow. “Well go ahead then, I’m practically laid out for your convenience, Dirk Strider whole on the bone, medium-fucking-rare.”

“As Far As I Have Gathered You And The Dave Human Both Resort To Humour When Suffering A Case Of “The Nerves.” She pauses to look at you, hands folded delicately in her lap. “Are You Suffering These Symptoms Currently”

You drum your fingers across your knee restlessly. “Read me like a book, why don’t you.”

She gives you a surprisingly reassuring smile. Her fangs somehow make it seem more dainty, prettier- better than the Pyrope queens-of-the-tyrannosaur-teeth, anyway. “Dirk I Assure You I Shall Make This As Painless As Possible” she pauses for a moment, “Simply Warn Me If You Are About To Keel Over I Would Rather Not Wish To Explain The Tale How A Coolkid Ended Up Unconscious On The Floor Of His Respiteblock To His Action-Enthralled Matespirit It Could End Really Badly”

You have a brief moment of amusement to yourself trying to imagine Jake attacking Kanaya. Something tells you it would go worse for your apartment than it would for either of them. “Point taken. Well, I suppose so long as you’re polite about it and leave me with my voice box after, I still have sick battles to rap and all remember.”

“So Long As I Do Not Need To Fear English Bursting Through The Window Screaming ‘Die Lesbian Space Vampire’ Or Something Equally Frivolous And Nonsensical I Will Do My Best To Respect Your Conditions” she replies, rolling her eyes.

You smirk and bare your neck to her. “Well then so long as I have your word, vampire away.”

It only hurts a little when the fangs sink in, and at least she has the decency to offer to bandage your neck afterwards. She’s puzzled when you insist upon the Disney band-aids (The ones with Goofy and Donald on them your bro sent you in his care package, appropriately defaced). Seems “lesbian space vampires” don’t quite understand the delicate mechanics of irony.

Well, that’s okay. So long as she’s around, you guess you can teach her a thing or two.

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3JANE

[i2eve]

Dave<>Kanaya. five times fic + slice-of-life.

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[tobias_fiori]

You can feel them coming. The floor is vibrating softly under your feet and it's too steady to be another earthquake. You flick off the TV and toss the remote onto the sofa, stretching your arms over your head until your back cracks.

"It's about time something interesting happened around here." Your voice is level but your heart is already pounding with anticipation. They're coming. You make your way to your room, peeling off your clothes along the way and letting them drop to the floor. You can clean up later, after you've taken out the trash.

It takes a few extra minutes to pop open your Wardrobifier instead of automatically changing your clothes, but you don't get to wear your wetsuit often. You want to savor the sensation of slick plastic slipping over your bare skin, clinging to the shape of your body and pressing in on you at all sides. Squarewave pulls the zipper in the back up for you.

"YOU BETTER COME BACK DOGG." If robots could look worried you're sure that your little bud would look frantic right now. You can still tell, though. It's shaking like a leaf, its clunky chassis rattling and bumping together like a string of tin cans. You put your hand on its head and ruffle its hat.

"Heat up some spaghetti-o's for me. I'll be right back." You make it a habit not to lie. Squarewave's rattling quiets and it holds up its fist hopefully. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth and you give it a well-deserved bump. No sense in leaving it hanging before you go.

It is one of your best friends, after all.

In the stairwell you can feel the quaking has increased. They're getting closer. You try not to rush and take each step with the same practiced calmness. There's still time. There's always time. But standing at the edge of the roof, looking up into the sky, you can see that the approaching swarm is moving quicker than you remember. Their angry buzzing is a steady, rumbling drone, like a sentient storm cloud on the horizon. They're coming and they're coming for you.

You drop your gaze to the water instead. Looks like you don't have any other choice. You take a deep breath and

jump.

The fall is one you've taken dozens of times before but the added urgency makes you feel like you're flying, soaring downwards, and you pierce the water with razor sharp precision. There's time, but not enough to be making mistakes. You use the momentum of your dive to propel yourself deeper into the water, kicking your legs as hard as you can. You can only descend to a certain depth, but you only need to go so deep. In the murky dark below you, you can see a looming, hunched structure wedged between the sunken buildings.

Your other best friend. There's a latch in the back of its head that you can open up and slip inside. It leads to a pressure chamber where the water that gushed in with you can drain out but you don't bother taking your wetsuit off. Your lungs are burning and your vision is black and fuzzy around the edges but you know there's no breathable air in here. You move onto the next chamber, a dark elliptical shaped room lined with wires and panels. There's a reclining seat situated in the center of it all and you slide into it, letting your body relax for now. Your friend will take care of the rest.

The panels start coming to life, starting with the bottom row. Whirring and beeping drown out the sound of your blood pounding in your ears. The brightness spreads upwards like an electrical sunset and you have to close your eyes so you won't be blinded. You can hear the entrance behind you whoosh shut. Something wet starts pooling up under feet, around your ankles, rising and rising. The room is filling up with liquid but you know it's not water. It gets in your ears and nostrils and your burning lungs urge you to open your mouth and let it inside. You choke a little and your abdomen spasms but you force yourself to keep inhaling.

Your blurry vision sharpens. You can breathe again. You lean forward in your seat and grip the controls. Your arms are trembling but you're not afraid.

You are so fucking excited.

"Let's cut these chumps into bite-sized pieces, Sawtooth." Sawtooth's inner mechanisms rumble in reply, a smooth, roaring purr. Sick.

The mech uses the buildings on either side of it to push itself up to its full height and they crumble under the strain. Sawtooth's head easily clear the surface of the water and you can see through its eyes that the Drones have arrived. They're close enough that you can see their jagged spikes, red and gleaming in the afternoon sun. They don't bleed, but that color is close enough. You tighten your grip and Sawtooth responds to your wishes without you having to say a word. It leaps out of the water and rises into the sky with its rockets and you urge it forward. When you are in here, in this seat, the two of you are one.

Sawtooth is you.

You are Sawtooth.

You slam your fist into the first drone and it bursts into pieces, red chassis splattering into shards. They're nothing more than wasps compared to you, but what they lack in strength they make up in numbers. About twenty slam into your chest and you stumble backwards before stabling your rockets. A sweep of your arm takes out ten of them and within seconds you are surrounded by the rest of the horde, stuck in the eye of a buzzing red storm.

No biggie. You've beaten them before. You'll beat them again. You reach into the sheath on your back and draw out your blade, carving out an opening for yourself. You dive through it before the wall can close up again and ascend higher. The swarm follows hungrily, nipping at your heels and rockets. You kick out at a chunk of them and they fall crumbling into the ocean. They're just so fragile.

You're invincible.

You kick out again and a handful manage to swerve out of the way and attack your rocket. You swear and try to shake them off but the damage is done. The flame sputters out and you try to balance on your foot but you're too heavy. You flee further out to sea, away from your home, and try to at least slow your descent, but the swarm slams into your back and sends you careening into the water. You crash and tumble over the surface before sinking under, crushing the debris of a fallen city below you.

It hurts. God, it hurts like hell. It feels like you've broken something but you know you're sturdier than that. You heave yourself up to the surface again and try to find a sturdy enough building to stand on so that more than just your head clears the water.

The Drones don't care much for sportsmanship. They attack again while you're trying to find your footing and you lash back with your sword, swinging wildly as you jump from building to building. The swarm seems to be thinning but you can't be sure. Your reflexes seem to be slowing down, though. Your battery doesn't last long enough for an extended strife and they seem to have sent more since your last battle, but you can't tell how long you've been fighting. It doesn't matter, you have time.

And even when you don't, you make time.

You sheathe your sword and focus on gaining more distance instead, leaping over the miles as easily as if you were out on a morning jog. The last of the Drones are sticking to your tail doggedly. Good, you want them all in one place. You spin around in mid-air and activate your missiles, sending them right into the thick of the horde, and the resulting explosion sends you flying backwards into the water again. You stay under this time and wait for most of the flames to die out before resurfacing.

The sea is littered with burning debris. A small, red arm floats by your head. You've won.

You loosen your grips on the controls and sink back into your seat limply. Your arms are shaking worse than Squarewave and your muscles are screaming in protest even though you've just been sitting in here the whole time. But you're alive. Even it hurts, this pain just means you're alive. You chuckle, the sweet liquid filling your lungs with oxygen bubbling with your breath.

"We did it, Saw." You reach up and lightly stroke one of the panels above your head, the glowing screen warm under your fingertips. Sawtooth rumbles all around you and you smile and take the controls again. "Let's go home. Squarewave's probably burned the house down by now."

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[tobias_fiori]

sawtooth <3 squarewave

existentialism + comedy

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3KANAYA<3ROSE

[tobias_fiori]

little seb <3 liv tyler/terry kiser

fairytale + scifi

[tobias_fiori]

autoresponder <3 jane

mystery + fantasy

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<3JANE

[i2eve]

Jake<3Roxy. songfic + surrealist comedy.

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[fayharley]

TW: Mind control

Siren Song

Roxy always swam too close to ports. Their parents had warned them about the dangers of such waters but the glittering lights reflected on the waves proved to be far too tempting. Rose had gone with her when they were younger but she lost interest in her teens, content to curl up in a cavern and read her tomes stolen from wrecks.

"Come with me!" Roxy pleaded. "It'll be so much fun! You should see the latest human fashions."

"I don't know what you find so fascinating about them," Rose said.

"They're just so cute," Roxy said. "They were such pretty things and make interesting gadgets and they're really funny."

"Funny?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow.

"To watch! From a distance," Roxy quickly said. "You know, funny like that."

"I see," Rose said. "I suppose I can come if it means that much to you."

"You're the best sister in the world!" Roxy said. She pulled Rose close and rubbed their noses together. Rose's heart stuttered in her chest and she felt warm despite the cool current.

That evening Rose followed Roxy's lead. They swam past the far side of the reef into open ocean, Roxy laughing and challenging Rose to races the whole time. Roxy won them, she had always been the more athletic of the two sisters. The moon was high in the sky at the time they reached the mouth of the bay. The port could hardly be classified a city in Rose's opinion, but Roxy was nearly beside herself at the sight.

"Can you imagine it, Rose?" Roxy asked. "Being a human explorer and finding something new everyday?"

"There's plenty of new things in the ocean, too," Rose said.

"Sure, sure, but it's not the same," Roxy said.

Roxy couldn't convince Rose to swim all the way too the docks but they got pretty close, hiding behind a rocky outcropping and watching the great wooden ships rise and fall with the tides and the humans stumble around the decks.

"Next time," Roxy told Rose as they headed home. "You have to come with me to my favorite hiding spot. You can see a human bar from there and the most interesting things happen in it."

Sleep wouldn't come for Rose when they finally snuck into their beds. She had known she and her sister had been drifting apart for some time but their little trip had made it all too apparent. If she wasn't careful she would lose Roxy to the humans completely.

The Black Queen lived in a deep trench several leagues from the reef. Rose would visit her occasionally to ask advice about her own experiments in the realm of sea magic. Her visits had been becoming more and more infrequent as she found herself growing more confident at doing her own experimentation. But Roxy was too important to risk making any mistake.

"Rose," the Queen cooed. "Please come in, I have missed you so."

"Thank you," Rose said as two the Queen's eels pulled a clam shell over for her to sit on.

"What can I do for my favorite little guppy?" the Queen asked.

"It's my sister," Rose said. "I'm... concerned about her."

"Ah, yes. It's always family, isn't it? Please, tell me more."

"She's been swimming towards the port more and more. She's not in her room six nights of ten. And I suspect she's beginning to go there during the day as well," Rose explained.

"It's normal for young women to be fascinated by the unknown," the queen said. "Humans are a passing fancy for most."

"I think she's talked to them."

"Aw." The Queen tapped her cheek with a long clawed finger. "That does complicate things."

Rose left the Queen's abode hours later with a violet vial clutched in her hand. She sat in her room after dinner and looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was very pale, so unlike Roxy who loved the sun. Rose stared into her reflection's eyes and steeled herself.

She knocked softly on Roxy's door and it opened immediately.

"Are you ready to go?" Roxy whispered excitedly.

"Not quite yet," Rose said. The potion bubbled in her gut and she knew she didn't have much time. She pressed close to her sister, backing Roxy up until she hit the stone wall.

"Rose-" Roxy started. Her eyes were so bright, even more so half lidded. Rose hesitated and Roxy moved, not away but up so their lips connected. Rose was startled but only for a moment. She pushed Roxy back against the wall with the force of her kiss. The heat in her stomach was bubbling up and she struggled to concentrate on mouthing the words of the spell while Roxy kissed her throat.

"Stay with me," Rose said as she finished.

"What?" Roxy asked. She pulled back and Rose watched as her eyes went glassy.

"Stay with me," Rose repeated. "Don't go to the humans, stay with me."

"Of course," Roxy said. "I would never want to leave you ever."

Roxy reached out and brushed a tendril of hair from Rose's face. Rose caught her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing each finger while Roxy hummed dreamily. Rose could feel the spell wrapping around Roxy, binding her to Rose. Forever.

Just the way it should be.

PROMPT: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

[davekatprincess]

uu <3 or <3< UU high school drama and ghost story?

wow this sounds hard to do welp

Re: Prompt: Team Rose <3 Sollux

[lustfullyc.livejournal.com]

Do you mean like on this site http://www.5ives.com/ ?

FILL: TEAM KERNELSPRITE

[cephalopod]

You are the slitherbeast king; you can do anything.

You have no idea what you're doing. There were some drugs at some point and you pretty much just had all of them, because that's the thing you do with drugs, and now you're out here with your shirt off and most of your pants and about a million gallons of sweat all over you and your guitar and your bulge is a nine-story ziggurat and your eyeballs are individual messianic utopias with their own populations of transcendent machine elves that can't talk to each other.

You have no idea what you're doing.

Apparently it's good, what you're doing, and it had better fucking well be because you're the slitherbeast king and the polyjewellate crown of the world rests on your horns and no one has ever hatched who can make an electric guitar make the sounds you make it make. You look out into the audience and you're probably doing those sounds right now because everyone's screaming because what you're doing is too beautiful and they're all crushing their nipples against the security barrier and sweating

The stink of them is so fucking rich, you can't even handle it, it's like summer in the corals when the ocean is too hot, just like this, and the water is made of salt sex and you can breathe it in and see yourself breathe it back out

that's what you do, you breathe sex back out

and then the Condesce finishes crashing down on the song and closes her lips over her teeth and the dying suns flow back up into the speakers fuck

okay yeah you had a little too much maybe

whatever

you're done you guess

Somebody takes your guitar off you and helps you get backstage, pours a bottle of water over your head and tries to hand you a towel but your hands are a little bit of a problem right now, so it ends up around your shoulders like a cape and by this you are greatly pleased.

“It's the least I can do,” says the soundboard guy, so you know that thing about being greatly pleased was something that happened on the outside of you.

Also that your towel guy is the soundboard guy Zahhak.

you don't ever have to even think about the soundboard guy because he's so fucking good. You tell him this, he is so fucking good that you could ignore him all fucking day.

“Oh, sir,” he says. “Let's uh. Get you settled down. Just a bit further on.”

Fuck settling down, you tell him. You are the gogdamn slitherbeast king. The rest of the band is on their way to the green room past you and you think maybe Pyrope's giving you some straightedge stinkeye but fuck her, she can play lead guitar after the band breaks up and you die in a hotel room with your nook stuffed full of adolescent bonebulge and cherry lip balm and nobody finds you for eight days and sure, then she can get the band back together to play casinos and solo all she wants.

You forgot where you were going there for a second. Right, you were the gogdamn slitherbeast king and your soundboard guy was trying to be so fucking gentle about pushing you toward the green room you want to cry a little.

“I'm ignoring the shit out a you right noww,” you say, but you're totally not, you're letting him sort of catch you because you are too majestically maudlin to remain upright at the moment. Fucker doesn't even have to bend his knees to catch you, it's like falling into a machine.

You lift both hands in front of your face and watch the trace images of it curl around and make all sorts of secret signs to you. Mouths open in your palm, mouths with golden tongues and ruby teeth, and this is a portent which you feel that you understand fully: you raise your holy hands and you pap those golden tongues straight and slow across your sound guy's face.

He nearly drops you. It's like he doesn't even have a face anymore, it's just blue and your hands and huge blue eyes staring at you from between your fingers.

You twist around like a hissbeast to perch your bulge over his through most of your pants and grab his waist with your legs, you know he's good for this, between your legs he's like a furnace and he's shaking a little, fuck yeah that's good

maybe there's some people around, maybe you're back on the stage and thousands of discerning persons are just standing there watching you grind your junk all wet and saltnasty on your sound guy, maybe you're on national television, whatever

You slide your horns up under his chin and jam his head up good and hard so you can lick his neck and you tell him

“I'm going to fuck you to death”

“and you're going to make me breakfast”

and Zahhak almost drops you again but you've got his junk tearing your pants to get in your nook and you've got all his hair in your fists and you are. The gogdamn. Slitherbeast king.

You're the slitherbeast king. That's what's important here.



SUPERSECRET BONUS PLAYBILL FOR THE SHOW :D :

Troll John Quincy Adams and her Cabinet of Advisors
The Farts
The Sensuous Gangsters
Eight Pillars Astride the River of Heaven
****The Vultures of Sensation****

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[fayharley]

Dirk<>Jade<3Nepeta<>Equius<3Dirk, wildlife documentary meets romantic comedy.