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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

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.

Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

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I'm glad you enjoyed it XD I was laughing the whole time I was drawing this

Dave <3< Davesprite

OR

Karkat c3< (Dave, Davesprite)

Western + comedy

So I had this fever dream where 'this session ain't big enough for the both of us' came up, and... well, Karkat did his best to set aside his selfcest fetish for the sake of team unity with partial success...

Roxy<3Jane
magical realism + Great Depression era

Jane<3Jake<3Dirk<3Roxy
Supernatural/Dystopia!

Dirk<3Jane
Fantasy/Murder mystery

I'm working on a fill for this, but you may want to add a reply to this with the "PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]" header so your team gets points for the prompt. ;)

Lovely =D Thank you!

diary/journal + weird fiction, Dave<3Jade

Have some Jake<3Dirk sads. All of their friends are dead so obviously they are pretty down...

Dave <3 Jade

Cyberpunk + Documentary

Maybe an account of a war against machines led by two brave humans? Or how Dave and Jade hacked into an invading Troll empire's military net and saved the planet? Up to you, you're the one writing it!

Rose<3Jade
Body Horror + Cute/Fluff

When I saw that prompt this almost immediately jumped to my mind.

workplace tell-all + fantasy, Karkatc3<Aradiac3<Feferi

"Walk with me." Is what she says, and with a wide, buck-toothed grin and slightly sweaty hands, you rise from the table, set aside your book, and follow her into bright sunlight and a green garden bursting with colours.

At first glance, she's every noble's dream woman; with a full, eye-catching figure and gorgeous eyes, carries herself in an elegant and regal manner and a divine smile. Rose Lalonde is rich, smart, and virtually flawless.

And with every supposedly perfect woman, there are those with intentions to bring her down.

You've heard gossip, rumors, like everyone in the valley has. Words ranging from 'slut' to 'witch', whispered behind closed doors and behind backs. Some are outright blasphemy spawned from sheer jealousy.

And yet you know some of them have a root.

You promised her as a child not to tell anyone (and you have kept that promise, for a long, long time) about the things she can do, the things she could do, and the things she would do.

"John?"

"Hmmm?"

She pauses by a rose bush, plucking one exceedingly soft white rose and twirling it in her fingers.

"Do you think me....strange?"

"No!" You answer immediately. "I mean, I know you have different interests than anyone else, like those creepy stories, but-"

There's a chuckle, before she turns her violet eyes to you. "I'm glad you see it that way. Not everyone does."

"I wish they would."

"Well, if they did, you might have some competition." She folds her hands around the rose, and it shrinks back into itself in a spiral of soft, white petals, ready to bloom.

And when she opens her hands, it blossoms again in one, fluid motion.

"It's really fascinating, what you can do." You tell her, and then take the rose and tuck it behind her ear. She takes your hand, and you can feel the thrumming power in her fingertips, delicate wisps of a strange color you cannot yet identify but know the potential it holds. She smiles at you once again.

"Thank you John."

"Although I think I prefer the color purple. Suits you better."

She laughs, and when she runs her fingers over the rose in her hand, purple bleeds through the white, staining it with magic.

portrait + body painting, Gamzee<>Karkat

WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU UNDEAD FUCKHEAD PUT ME DOWN.
aww kar wwheres your sense a advventure
DEAD IN A DITCH TOGETHER WITH OUR FUTURE SELVES AND THE ANCIENT ROTTING CORPSE OF YOUR DIGNITY, SCREAMING WHY, WHY DID THE UNIVERSE SEE FIT TO CURSE ME WITH THE ACQUAINTANCE OF ONE ERIDAN NOOKSUCKING AMPORA.
yeah i lovve you too babe
FUCK YOU AND DIE.

pixel art + glitch art, AR<3trickster!Roxy?

[This is silly fluff about literal mythical creatures (i.e. these two as mythical creatures,) so I hope it's okay!]

Both of them were exiles from their own races.

The minotaur was cast out because he was small and gentle and weak; he enjoyed playing games with smaller, weaker creatures, and wanted nothing more but to befriend those who would come to his labyrinth. But minotaurs take too much pride in defending their homes and slaughtering that which would defile them to ever allow him to have even a cavern of his own, and so he was forced to wander the surface, far away from his brothers and sisters.

The centaur was cast from his race because of his gracelessness and his brutish strength, and because he did not fit into their simple and natural lifestyle. For the centaurs were nomads, and he grumbled about lacking a place to lay his head. They took pride in crafting from stones and sticks, and he learned the ways of metalwork and of crafting with fire. They were graceful and slender and beautiful, combining the most elegant traits of human and horse. This one, however, was massively muscled, too strong to draw a bow without breaking it. He was shunned by his fellows, and so he, too, wandered until he could find a place to call home.

It was sheerest chance that the minotaur and the centaur found each other one day, sitting by the side of a clear blue pond, and at first they were hardly inseparable. The minotaur could barely keep up with the centaur's mighty gallops and leaps, and at first the centaur had believed he'd left his would-be companion behind... only to see him, following the lead of a wild dog he'd entranced, or even carried on the back of an enormous roc.

It took the centaur a long time to realize that the strange feeling in his chest that he felt when he saw the small, slender minotaur return to him was happiness. He'd known little joy in the company of others. But the minotaur was happy to be near him, to travel with someone of such great strength who did not use it to rip other living beings to shreds for the sheer joy of it.

And since then the two of them have been inseparable, finding a pleasant cave that opens to the air where they can both feel comfortable, and decorating it with garlands and bunches of dried flowers, and with the centaur's finely wrought ironwork. They have much to teach each other, but both of them are eager for it, and happy for each other's company, for - for the first time in their lives - each of them has found someone who understands.

Aaaah this is really lovely, thank you!!! <3

[warnings: blood, gore, dumb stupid AUs]
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The revenants are dependant on sunlight to survive and keep mobile; they're useless at night, and that's why your lusus always warns you to stay indoors when the sun is out. At the end of the dim season, however, something happens in the grublands. The news vids don't show anything other than a greenblood reporter standing in front of a lone communal hivestem and talking about how the traditional light season flu has come early, and that everyone whose blood is above lime should report to the authorities for a flu jab. The buzz on the illegal wireless channels was different than the official vids: anonymous sources reported ceruleans and blues hunting revenants and experimenting on them, even mixing them with maroon blooded slaves for an unknown purpose.

There was never any official statement about what had happened, but soon the grublands were being evacuated. The wireless channels yakked about the revenant/troll experiments fighting off the control of their creators and wreaking havoc, breaking into hives during the day and attacking trolls in their recuperacoons. A week later, there was a report about a teal blood mauled by a pack of revenants on the way to her hive, in broad moonlight.

"The night is no longer safe," an official wireless statement from the Threshecutioners reported at the beginning of the light season. "Make sure you travel in groups and arm yourself when leaving your hive. Are you lime or above? Contact your nearest flaysquad for a flu jab."

Eridan never contacted his nearest flaysquad: if he had done so, they would have arrested him on the spot for harbouring a fugitive from the culling squads, unauthorised science experiments, supporting propaganda against the Empire, contacting lowblood revolutionaries, and associating with mutantbloods. If found out, he would only have his high hemostatus to thank for not being culled on the spot. He and Feferi had been hiding out in the subterranean level of a communal hivestem in the imperial city for almost a sweep now, acting as an outpost for the rebels from the grublands and broadcasting their wireless transmissions further into the city while at the same time making sure they continued being scrambled and the source of their signal undetected. A long time ago, they'd swanned into the city, she the heiress apparent and he her loyal friend, thinking they would be welcomed with open arms. Instead, they were immediately thrown into prison to be culled next moonrise, and it was only thanks to Eridan's connections at court and Feferi's friendship with a yellowblood hacker that they were able to escape. The Empress did watch an execution that moonrise, but it wasn't theirs. Supporters had found them this dreary basement space, provided them with new papers and, with time, gave them the radio to boost the signal of the illegal transmissions.

colubrineAquarist [CA] began trolling cancroidGalvaniser [CG] 78 hours ago
CA: wwhats up
CG: IS THIS SERIOUSLY A QUESTION THAT I'M READING. ARE YOU REALLY, ACTUALLY TAKING YOUR TIME FROM DOING SOMETHING I EXPLICITLY TOLD YOU WAS EXTREMELY FUCKING IMPORTANT, TO CHIT-CHAT?
CA: no im takin my time to check up on you because youre kinda the leader of this clusterfuck
CA: i wwanted to knoww if you wwere still alivve
CA: because if youd died then it wwoulda been pointless to continue this
CG: IF I DIDN'T KNOW YOU FOR THE LAZY DOUCHEFIN THAT YOU ARE, I WOULD ALMOST FIND YOUR CONCERN TOUCHING. I'M FINE. THE UNDEAD ATTACK HAPPENED A HIVESTEM DOWN FROM MINE, BUT THEY WERE BAITED AWAY BY A REALLY DUMB OLIVEBLOOD.
CG: AND, FOR THE RECORD: I MAY HAVE BEEN SHOULDERED WITH THE UNFORTUNATE ROLE OF BEING A LEADER, BUT THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE OUT OF ALL OF US FUCKUPS, I AM THE LEAST INEPT ONE. IF I DO DIE, YOU WILL FUCKING CARRY ON AS NORMAL, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I WILL RISE FROM THE GRAVE AND KILL YOU FOR BEING A TERRIBLE FRIEND. FEFERI'S THE ONE WHOSE SURVIVAL IS CRUCIAL HERE, NOT MINE.
CA: youre the only person i knoww wwho feels offended at bein cared about
CG: THIS ISN'T ABOUT ME. I JUST HAPPENED TO BE IDIOTIC ENOUGH TO HATCH AT THE WRONG TIME.
CA: just dont get killed or turned into a revvenant
CG: YOU TOO.

cancroidGalvaniser [CG] began trolling colubrineAquarist [CA] 50 hours ago
CG: SOLLUX AND NEPETA ARE DEAD.
CG: EQUIUS ISN'T ANSWERING MY MESSAGES. BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I WOULD WANT TO TALK TO THAT SWEATY FREAK, ANYWAY.
CG: TEREZI HAS HAULED HER BONY ASS HERE AND SHE WON'T STOP EATING MY GRUBFLAKES DRY. IT'S FUCKING DISGUSTING.
CG: I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE ARADIA IS, THEY'VE KILLED ALL COMMUNICATION IN HER PART OF THE GRUBLANDS.
CG: TAVROS HAS BEEN INFECTED, BUT GAMZEE DEALT WITH IT.
CG: DON'T ASK HOW. I FUCKING WISH I COULD ERASE THAT MEMORY FROM MY THINKPAN. TAVROS IS DEAD NOW, TOO. FUCKING GAMZEE BROKE MY NOSE BECAUSE I STOPPED HIM RUNNING OUT ONTO THE LAWNRING AND LETTING HIMSELF BE RIPPED APART. NOW EVERYONE AND THEIR LUSUS KNOWS MY BLOOD COLOUR.

colubrineAquarist [CA] began trolling cancroidGalvaniser [CG] 5 hours ago
CA: ivve not heard from kan in a day an that part of the city has been quarantined
CA: fef and me are okay she just wwent to get some lavver and gas for the generator
CG: YOU LET HER GO OUT ON HER OWN? HAVE YOU LOST GRIP ON YOUR THINKPAN?
CA: shes got her disguise on
CG: WHAT PART OF ZOMBIE FUCKING APOCALYPSE ARE YOU NOT GETTING?
CA: theyre not in our area yet shell be fine
CG: WHAT ABOUT VRISKA?
CA: wwerent you handlin her
CG: SHE'S YOUR KISMESIS, YOU LIMP-FRONDED STOOGE.
CA: she hasnt trolled me in a wwhile
CG: GREAT. THE BIGGEST TROUBLEMAKER IN OUR GROUP IS UNACCOUNTED FOR, AND YOU'VE SENT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE OUT ON ERRANDS INTO A FUCKING WARZONE WHILE YOU SIT IN THE COMFORT OF YOUR HIVE WITH YOUR FINGERS UP YOUR NOOK.
CA: remember wwhen they talked about ceruleans and blues experimentin on revvenants and maroons
CA: and noww wwe cant get in touch wwith vvris or eq or megido
CG: THAT WAS JUST A RUMOUR WE HEARD AT THE TIME. IT WAS BLAMED ON A BUNCH OF SHIT, SOLLUX EVEN READ SOME THREAD BY SOME BULGESUCK WHO CLAIMED THAT IT WAS A CONSPIRACY BETWEEN THE MIRTHFUL CHURCH AND THE CAVALREAPERS.
CG: THOSE THINGS DON'T HAVE TO BE CONNECTED.
CA: wwhat if they are
CA: wwait i think fefs back
CA: brb

cancroidGalvaniser [CG] began trolling colubrineAquarist [CA] 4:15 hours ago
CG: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?

cancroidGalvaniser [CG] began trolling colubrineAquarist [CA] 3 hours ago
CG: IF THIS IS A CRY FOR ATTENTION, IT'S FUCKING UNCALLED FOR. I AM UP TO MY SHAME GLOBES IN REVENANTS, WE'RE OUT OF GRUBFLAKES AND I JUST GOT A MESSAGE FROM VRISKA WHICH ONLY CONTAINED A REALLY FUCKING THRILLED LOOKING EIGHT-EYED EMOTICON. BY EMPLOYING THE TIME-HONOURED SCIENCE OF EMPIRICISM, I'VE LEARNED THAT KIND OF MESSAGE FROM SERKET IS NEVER A GOOD SIGN.
CG: ERIDAN. GODDAMN IT.
colubrineAquarist [CA] is idle!

cancroidGalvaniser [CG] began trolling colubrineAquarist [CA] 2 hours ago
CG: OKAY, I AM WILLING TO ADMIT THAT I'M WORRIED. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, YOU RAGING NOOKFUCK?
CG: EVEN AS REVENANTS ARE MAKING THEIR WAY UP THE STAIRS TO MY RESPITEBLOCK AND MY MOIRAIL HAS BEEN BITTEN BY ONE PRETTY BADLY, I AM WORRIED ABOUT A SELF-ABSORBED DOUCHE. IN CASE YOU MISSED THE HINT, THAT SELF-ABSORBED DOUCHE IS YOU.
CG: JUST TELL ME YOU'RE NOT DEAD.
colubrineAquarist [CA] is no longer idle!
CG: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
CA: fef is dead
CG: SHIT. SHIT. DID THEY GET HER TOO?
CA: no
CA: i did
CG: FUCK. ERIDAN, I'M REALLY SORRY.
CA: im sorry about gam
CG: IT'S JUST A BITE, HE'LL BE FINE.
CA: he wwont
CA: fef said it wwas just a bite too and then she
CA: she wwasnt fine
CA: i had to kill her or she wwoulda got me
CG: SHIT.
CA: get outta there
CG: NO, FUCK THAT. I CAN'T LEAVE HIM, HE'S MY MOIRAIL.
CA: he wwont be for vvery long
CA: look kar im serious ill drop the accent so you know how important this is
CA: she tried to rip my throat out while i was bandagin her bite
CA: it wasnt a mercy kill i was fightin for my life
CA: when she attacked me she wasnt fef anymore she was just
CA: i dont know
CA: a thing
CA: are you there
CG: YEAH. FUCK, I CAN'T JUST KILL HIM.
CA: you have to or hes gonna kill both of you
CA: do it with your sickle it wont even be messy
CA: hed do the same for you

Eridan is surprised he can even type from how badly his hands are shaking. Feferi's blood is on his cuffs and all over his front. His rifle wouldn't start: when she had lunged for him, he had to strike at her repeatedly until she stopped; and even then, he kept hitting her, until the corpse had stopped twitching, until he was sure she - it - wasn't getting up again. His eyes are raw from crying. She was the closest thing to a quadrantmate he'd had.

The black and white television in the corner of the room flickers to life. Every hive was supposed to have a set which was to be plugged in at all times: it would switch itself on sporadically during the night to play propaganda from the government, or information vids about the Empire's latest conquests. This time, the tiny screen shows a street which Eridan recognised as not being far from where he and Feferi lived. Trolls were running down the street towards the camera, and a gaggle of revenants was shambling after them with alarming speed and purpose.

"All residents are advised to stay in their hives!" warns the voiceover. "It is not safe to go out at this point, but the imperial forces are on the job and in full control of the situation." The camera quickly swerves away from a blueblood who was having his bloodpusher pulled out of his chest by a revenant. "There have been reports of revenants from all areas of the city." Eridan watches an image of a group of undead herded together by a cerulean blood. They stagger towards her and he thinks they are going to gang up on her, but they seemed unusually docile. "There is no cause for alarm." The cerulean blood laughs, and then as one, the revenants turn away from her, sprinting towards the camera. "We repeat, there is no cause--" Before the cameraman is knocked down and the transmission cut off, Eridan recognises the cerulean blood.

CG: I CAN'T DO IT LIKE THIS. I NEED TO TALK TO HIM. I OWE HIM THAT MUCH.
CA: i think i know where vris is
CG: WHAT? WHERE?
CA: ive got it under control
CG: YOU ARE AN INSUFFERABLE RETARD. BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN DO ANYTHING TO STOP YOU, OR LIKE I CAN FUCK THIS UP ANY WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS.
CG: TRY TO STAY ALIVE.
CA: ill do my best
CA: take care kar
CA: and aim for the head
colubrineAquarist [CA] ceased trolling cancroidGalvaniser [CG]

He finds the cartridges for his rifle in a watertight box in the load gaper tank, and reloads it. He wipes Feferi's blood off the butt with a towel, and slings the rifle over his shoulder, letting it hang down his back. He goes back into the recreation block, taking his palmhusk and getting the aluminium bat by the front door. He'd stolen it from a lowblood tradesman after some sopor-crazed limebloods had tried to break into their hive. Feferi had been using it instead of her trident - something like that would be too conspicuous a weapon so they had to get rid of it - but she wouldn't be needing it any more. Her body is slumped half on the couch, half on the floor. He walks over to it and takes her goggles off, putting them around his neck. The left lens is cracked and they're covered in blood, most of which he manages to wipe off with his shirt collar. He crosses her arms on her chest, and walks away, eyes stinging with fresh tears.

He presses against the door, bat in hand, listening intently for noises in the corridor. Footsteps, but not too close. He'll have to leave the hivestem and head towards the sea. They wouldn't be able to get very far underwater, would they? He takes one last look at the hive: there is nothing here he needs, and he isn't leaving anything behind that he will miss. He flings the door open and sprints up the stairs and onto the street as fast as his legs will carry him.

Outside, it's mayhem. The news that the imperial forces have everything under control have been greatly exaggerated. As Eridan watches, stunned, a troll with the markings of a Ruffiannihilator is knocked down to the ground by one of her colleagues who appears to have been infected and turned already. She screams, and they swarm her. Even from this distance, he hears them break her ribcage and pull out her organs to feast on them. He doesn't linger, running towards the street where he saw Vriska on the transmission.

He rounds a corner, and runs into a group of them. He doesn't even pause for breath, just swings the bat at the nearest one. Her skull crunches, spraying the bat with her teal blood. Another one grabs at his shoulder and he swings his weapon blindly, even as a third one lunges at him from the front, grabbing at his shirt. He kicks at the troll-turned-revenant and watches him stagger back into the group, dazed. And then above their heads, he spots her, hanging from a lamppost by her roboarm like it's the mast of a gamblignant ship, the fingers of her free hand pressed to her temple, fangs bared in a smug grin.

"Vriska!" She looks in the general direction of his shout, and he shouts again, punching a revenant in the face and flinching at the pain in his fist.

"Eridan!" The revenants retreat, dropping him to the floor, and hobble over to her. "What do you think of the Empire's new army? Isn't it the absolute best? My idea!" She beams. "Finally, a chance to put a use to those stupid, slow lowbloods!" Horrified, Eridan watches the same group which tried to put him down turn on each other, ripping chunks of flesh off one another's bodies and stuffing their faces with it.

"You did this?" He gets to his feet, thwacking an approaching undead across the face with his bat. It crumples to the ground.

"With some funding and help from the experimental footsoldiers division! I know, it could look better," she says as a flaysquad of Threshecutioners clashes with a gaggle of revenants, sickles slicing off limbs, but we've got the infection almost contained now! And they're so much easier to control than normal trolls - look!" She makes the revenant closest to her tapdance.

"You can't control all of them, they're killing everyone! They're eating the bodies!" Eridan starts fighting his way towards her, pushing and buffeting revenants to the side with the aid of his bat.

"Only the weak ones! It's a quicker way of culling! Ambitious and forward-thinking, that's me!"

He reaches Vriska, wiping a fleck of blood off his glasses. "Fef's dead. She wasn't weak." He raises his rifle, touching the end of the muzzle to her chest. "Make them walk into the sea, make them eat each other until there aren't any left, I don't actually give two shits what you do as long as you fix it."

Vriska laughs. "Is your name Eridumb, because that sure was a stupid thing to do!" She touches two fingers to her temple, and as one, all the revenants in the area stop what they were doing and fix their gaze on Eridan. "You need to have a bit more faith in science!" she chides him. "They'll all attack you if you try to kill me, and then what will you do? There's no fish princess left to go crying to!"

"I can hurt you enough so that you stop controlling them, and then they'll kill us both."

"Soooooooo dramatic! That's probably on top of the list of eight things I hate about you, that you're such a drama machine! I don't know how you can even look--"

Distant, and then close, gurgling screams interrupt her. Eridan looks in their direction to see the remaining imperial troops frantically backing away at a loud, droning sound. The revenants go down like felled trees, the groans of pain dying on their lips as they are cut to pieces. And then he recognises the whirring sound.

The horde is decimated, and out of it like a harbinger of the end of the world emerges Kanaya Maryam, her red skirt splattered with blood, her still whirring chainsaw dripping a rainbow. She has a blue scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, and Eridan notices that it's soaked through with her blood. Her skin is an unsettling, luminescent white. A misguided undead shuffles towards her, and she leans towards it, the chainsaw ripping it in half from head to toe. She doesn't even flinch as its maroon blood rains on her shirt.

She turns back to Eridan and Vriska, licking a stray speck of blood off her lips. She looks from Eridan's rifle to Vriska's hand on her temple, and back again, and clicks her tongue.

"You two look like you need an auspistice."

Edited (TYPOS! ALSO I'M DUMB AND THIS IS DUMB AND I'M SORRY) 2012-06-18 23:03 (UTC)

Done, see below.

Dave<>Roxy, slice of life + supernatural

Aradia<3Jake, lost world + dystopian

Karkat<>Sollux, cyberpunk + alternate history

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BONUS ROUND 1

Bonus Round 1

Re: FILL: TEAM BRO <3 DAVE

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

no subject

Re:

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3TEREZI

PROMPT: Team Dave<3Jade

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3KARKAT

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM JAKE<3JANE

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI.

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3SOLLUX

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<>ROSE

Re: FILL: TEAM TAVROS<3VRISKA

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3FEFERI<3SOLLUX<3<ERIDAN (1/2)

FILL (2/2)

no subject

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3TEREZI