BONUS ROUND 4

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Bonus Round 4

Mobius Double Reacharound FST - Revisited


Hi shippers! Welcome to Bonus Round 4! Bringing back a favourite from last year! (Sorry for the delay, we're very busy!)

Here’s how this is going to work: somebody will submit a selection of 3-6 songs without comment. Then somebody else will come along and create a companion fanwork to fit the soundtrack!

Rules

1. If you are submitting a soundtrack: submit only the track listing and download or youtube links. The idea is that people should ~interpret~ your selections!


2. You are not allowed to fill soundtrack prompts with your team's ship, nor are you allowed to fill your own soundtracks. (Filling your team's soundtracks is okay!)


3. Soundtracks count for 5 points each, for a maximum of 100 points per team.


4. Fills may be in whatever format you choose (except FST, of course) so long as they link the songs by mood and/or lyrics in some kind of narrative.


5. Post your fill as a comment to the prompt post, using the title format described below.


6. This challenge will run until 11:59PM EST August 3rd.

Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.
SOUNDTRACK: 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 per team: 30 (per entry)
Entries 6-10: 20 (per entry)
Entries 11-15: 10 (per entry)
Entries 16+: 5 (per entry)

All scored content must be created/assembled new for this round.

We would prefer that any questions about this challenge or anything else in the HSO be emailed to us at homestuck.shipping AT gmail!

Comments

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

Lucky - Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20

Come on, Come on - Morgan Laurence

Re: SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[hoodedscarlet]

Omg, such a sweet soundtrack! <3

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM ENGLISH

[chagrined]

Big Sean - Dance (A$$) Remix feat. Nicki Minaj
Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty feat. Ying Yang Twins and Mr. Collipark
Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back

Re: SOUNDTRACK: TEAM ENGLISH

[watchfob]

THANK YOU

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM ERIDAN<3<SOLLUX

[faeriearmy]

Kiss With a Fist - Florence and the Machine
Fuck You - Lily Allen
Contact High - Architecture in Helsinki

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

A kismesissitude with a human isn't what you imagined it would be. With Vriska, your relationship was heavily rooted in competition and revitalizing what your ancestors had. With Rose, everything is a new experience and you don't know what to expect. You have to admit, at first you didn't think a human girl could be up to par with a troll, but Rose has certainly proved herself.

The human in question gives your cheek a tap to get your attention and your eyelids slide open to take in the sight of her hovering over you. You register the feeling of her knees on either side of your hips and her cold fingers at your neck, nails dangerously close to gills. She smirks. Don't pass out on me now, we've only begun, it says.

You grab her wrist in a swift movement. She still has the upper hand but at least you can keep her fingernails away from your more sensitive anatomy. She can be vicious when she puts her mind to it, and she puts her mind to everything.

Pulling on her wrist to bring her closer, you lean up to kiss her. i wwouldnt dream a bein taken dowwn so easily, the kiss says. She bites your lip hard. Prove it.

You wrap the fingers of your free hand around her neck and flip your positions, but with your newfound freedom, you go after your rifle. She meets your blast head on despite lack of forewarning and the room is filled with the white and blue light of your weapons clashing. Anyone else would have expected you to stay on top of them instead of re-initiating battle, but Rose doesn't, and that's what makes her a perfect kismesis for you. She matches your blows one for one and then she ups the ante. The two of you get downright destructive on a good day and it feels exhilarating and right.

She's been really good for you. Even if you're constantly sporting some kind of injury from your fights. Even if you haven't pursued any other relationships because the rivalry and hatred you feel for her literally consume you, leaving no room for anything else. You think maybe that was her plan all along. She had wanted nothing to do with you when you first met and that kind of hatred is what shaped you into who you are now, deserving of this kind of hatred.

You'd tell her that you hate her, but she doesn't care much for the 'pleasantries' and the four letter words. The way to her heart is to keep up with her, give her a good challenge.

You toss down Ahab's Crosshairs to, much to Rose's surprise, replace it with your own wand. Her quirked eyebrow asks, Have I finally rendered your argument against magic baseless?

no, your grin replies. But to explain would be to insult her intelligence so you attack instead. She's a little slower responding and you get a good hit in, as you'd hoped. A moment later it's you who's gotten on top through a fair fight and it's you tapping her cheek patronizingly.

She slowly looks up at you and her eyes burn with competitiveness but also approval. Continuing the pattern, she's the one to drag you down for a kiss that sends a shiver down your spine.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM Dirk<3Jake<3Jane<3Roxy

[veira]

mrSimon - frying pan!
DR777 - slowplane
reslard - village rave
McMaNGOS - twitpic your dick (hit play)
renard - ewgs

FILL: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[tehstripe]

rose
what did you just slip me
horrorterror shit or something
i mean not that thats a big deal or anything this is totally cool all this
spinning rainbow shit
yeah i'm totally chill
chill one of those black and white classy ass birds in south antarctica
can't get more chill than this
...
...
...
hey rose
hey
i think i'm hearing colors now rose

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM BRO<3DAD

[uki_la_maid]

Scivias - Fiat Lux
Blood Axis - The Storm Before The Calm Part I
Anthesteria - Alone

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

[fayharley]

Vampire Weekend - Oxford Comma
The Ting Tings - Great DJ
The Pipettes - Pull Shapes
Joel Plaskett Emergency - Fashionable People

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

It's a warm summer night in Houston, Texas, a good night for a dance party. Dave Strider, donning a sharp suit, stands on a platform stage with his equipment laid out around him, fingers moving swiftly as he mixes the music on the spot. He nods his head slightly in time to the beat, completely lost in his own world of music and creation. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple and he doesn't notice, isn't completely aware of anything else until the piece draws to a close and he's preparing to start up another.

A wild cheer erupts from the crowd accompanied by quite a bit of clapping. Dave glances up over the top of his sunglasses and before he can look down again, he catches sight of the young woman responsible. She's difficult to miss, in a bright red and teal cocktail dress and pointed red glasses covering her eyes. Her black hair sways as she dances with anyone who happens to be around her and her smile is so wide, showing off perfectly straight and white teeth. She claps like she's at a concert and dances like it's her last night on earth.

Dave returns his attention back to the music, but he doesn't become as distracted as he was before. He continues to mix song after song, looking up at the colourful girl in the crowd whenever he can spare the second. He never loses sight of her. He notes when she seems more into the music and then repeats whatever it is she must especially like, and when it's time for him and Bro to switch off, she looks happily tired.

Bro expertly takes over for his shift and Dave can already sense the aroma of beer around him. "Don't care how drunk you are," he says as he steps off the platform, "don't call me back up until your shift is over." Bro waves him off and Dave heads into the crowd, needling his way through the partygoers until he reaches her.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asks, offered her his arm because he already knows she'll say yes and accept it. Sure enough, she grins and hooks their arms together, and then she pulls Dave back into the dance floor instead of towards the bar.

"I'm flattered, hon, but I don't dance, I DJ and drink," Dave protests.

"Nonsense," the woman states with a giggle. Her voice is a perfect blend of scratchy and sweet. "I'm Terezi."

Terezi. A name unlike any Dave's heard before, and he's met quite a few people, especially in this line of work. What the Hell, he thinks, if she wants to dance before getting a drink, he can oblige. He takes her hand and twirls her around, pulling her in close so her back is flesh with his chest. "Dave Strider," he replies lowly by her ear.

Her moves are different and a little odd at times, really, but she's so happy and radiant that it's impossible to think of it negatively. Dave takes it in stride, does his best to keep up with her.

A few songs later, Terezi finally pulls Dave to the bar and they both order drinks and find a table for two. Terezi plucks the cherry off a little plastic sword stretched over the top of her glass and sucks it off the stem, grinning at Dave all the while.

Dave keeps his face blank but he has the strange feeling that Terezi can see exactly how she effects him anyway. "What brings you out here tonight?" he asks politely, because quite frankly she's nothing like the rich snobs hosting this party and if it weren't for the huge amount of cash they're receiving, Dave and Bro would have picked a less fancy gig and Dave would have missed meeting Terezi at all.

"I work for the law firm that the Peixes' employ," Terezi answers before taking a sip of her drink.

"You seem young for a lawyer," Dave says.

"And you seem young for a professional DJ, but you're the best I've heard."

Dave graces the compliment with a rare smile. They chat and tease, and Dave finds that Terezi is more than an attractive girl with some unique dance moves. He's never met anyone like her and doesn't hesitate at all when she asks him to come dance with her more.

When it's time to switch places with Bro, Terezi hands Dave a small crumpled piece of paper from her handbag. He unravels it to find her phone number written in large teal marker, punctuated with a smiley face. "Play the song you played right before you asked me for a drink," she says, smirking knowingly as if she could tell what his inspiration was.

Dave does just that, dubbing the piece "Terezi's song".

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[gjarble]

They Might Be Giants - Ana Ng
Jefferson Airplane - Go To Her
Michael Guy Bowman - Fly (I hope including a Homestuck song is acceptable; if not, just omit this one)
Radiohead - Lucky

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris

Joy Ride - The Killers

Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

(Dave<3Terezi semi-NSFW)

You pick her up on the corner, your veins pulsing and blue as your best bro's texts. It's not like you're into this shit, interspecies copulation and discovering the ins and outs of troll mammalian protuberances, but this is a bet you made with yourself that you have to win at all costs. You're not exactly sure what you're gambling, but there's some mundane thoughts buzzing around in your head about figuring yourself out and getting over some breakups in the past. There's also a dash of fetishism thrown in there but that adds something to the recipe you're not comfortable with tasting.

You picked that one because she was giving you looks across the seedy Nevada club you chose to loiter at. The way she stuck her tongue out at you and slobbered troll juices across the top of her dinosaur bra-panties set seemed so completely alien to you in comparison with the rest of your failed relationships. If you're going to go for this, you might as well go all out, guns a'blazin'.

You've got her in the front seat, driving past motel after motel, asking her if it "smells like sweet candy syrup" just so you can get laid. You've never really talked to a prostitute before, but you're 89% sure they shouldn't be this picky based on the taste of the neon sign.

You settle down at a gaudy 50's themed cockroach castle. She doesn't seem to mind the springs poking at her ass on the gravestone bed, and you don't really give a damn either since you're getting what you came for.

You don't expect her to really enjoy it. You're expecting a few porn gasps from her, some seedy dialogue, maybe a fake orgasm or two, but the girl is so damn into it. Her foreplay (Was that foreplay? You have no idea) involved a ritualistic tongue bath from the top of your head to your nasty ass feet, which led to the most confusing boner you've ever popped in your life. And the sounds she made, they were whispers and moans into your stomach and body, talking nonsense about what to do and where to do it. The entire thing flowed so well it put every rap you've ever dripped out of your mouth to the sweetest shame you've ever felt.

You ask her name at the end. Her real one, not "Titsflash Uniboob" or whatever she called herself. It's Terezi. As sharp and weird as her whole being. You talk through the night, and there is no way in hell you want to leave this bitch standing cold at the door, so you take the long route back to her place. If by long you mean, "cross dessert roadtrip extravaganza."

You end up in motel after motel, smelling sweetly of romance and saliva.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM Dave<3John

[a_stands_for]

Die Roboter - Kraftwerk (lyrics/translation)
Circuitry - Steam Powered Giraffe (lyrics)
Robots - Dan Mangan (lyrics)

Re: SOUNDTRACK: TEAM Dave<3John

[janeybriggs]

i love you oh my gosh

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[iceeh]

Love You Much Better - The Hush Sound
Clever - Jill Sobule
Hermit the Frog - Marina and the Diamonds
Her Breath is the Wind - Fleetwood Mac/Sia
Holding On - Scary Kids Scaring Kids

FILL: TEAM DAVE <3 VRISKA

[simpleruser]

I'm terribly sorry for this AU, tragic, rockstar John co-opted from a friend of mine.

As exercises in frustration go, opening the door to a small pile of gifts should rank low. So low they're not exercises in frustration. You sigh, in your life they are, and pick up the card on top of the stack cringing as custom made novelty speakers crack into life when the ribbon behind it snaps.

hey dave, thought you might like this pile of crap, you wouldn't believe how many chicks think that a box of chocolate will get me into their panties.

figured it might work on you.

;)

-eb

The auditory assault is John's latest and it's bad enough to make Dave hunt through the rest of the heap. That's the most puzzling thing about John's popularity, the top of the teetering shit pile of logic confounding events, the worse the song the faster it charts. 'Who the Fuck is Jade Harley?' got there within a week.

The ones about you make that chart climb look like a trip to the South pole, taking a month and then needing to eat a guys leg before you can get your ass out of there, the ones about you are an Olympic hundred meter dash where steroids are required.

Half the shit you go through to get to the cacophony has been hand selected by John, you know it has because it's all the hand written cards about how fine John is and how if he just gave them a chance they would be the best couple. You toss one card to the side without opening it. Anyone could tell those were the soiled pearls off a girl's curved rear end nestled within the folds of the cardboard. Finally you locate the speakers twisting them open to remove the batteries.

And frown.

The fucking things are still going but in a different tune. This isn't from any of John's albums and it's not from any of the recently leaked tracks either. You pause and take it in. It's almost on par from the times when you used to hang out in your apartment and just make sound, back when John wasn't shit. Back when John was less of a shit. It finishes and there's his laugh, the speakers almost crack from how tight you're gripping them when it switches again to his voice saying, "Hey, Dave! Bet you're wishing I didn't have a date tonight now, loser!" and your fingers splinter the cheap plastic and metal.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

My Last Breath - Evanescence
Heart of Courage - Two Steps From Hell
If the World Should End - Jennifer Damiano

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

5:17

You have five minutes to live. In front of you, a timer ticks down until an explosion, underneath you floats an orange bed with the symbol of Light on it, and beside you stands Dave Strider on a quest bed of his own, awaiting the same fate that you are. Neither of you say anything; the atmosphere is cold and quiet so deep into space, beyond the furthest ring and in the domain of horrorterrors. You examine the bomb, wonder exactly how it will go off.

4:12

Four minutes of today is all you have left. You wish Dave could have made it out alive with John and Jade but since he's here, you allow yourself to be glad you're not alone. His presence makes it oddly easier to face your end. The two of you have been through a lot together and while you're not the most conventional pair and neither of you are forthcoming with many of your real emotions, you've understood each other well. He probably knows exactly how you're feeling right now.

You both reach for each other's hand at the same time, fingers fumbling together. Your arms stretch out across the empty space between your quest beds and close the gap between you. You're doing this together, completely together, because he refused to let you do it alone. What a Knightly thing to do.

0:37

So this is the end. You try not to fear pain or death, you try not to worry, because there's no other way but this. John and Jade will make it through and that makes it worth it. You wonder what makes it worth it for Dave. You look over and he's already looking at you.

You take your final breath and hold it as the time goes down into single digits. Dave squeezes your hand. You wish you'd have time to mock him for it.

0:00

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[magnificentbastards]

The Decemberists - Calamity Song

The Decemberists - Sons and Daughters

The Decemberists - After the Bombs

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

[fayharley]

Trigger warning: Violence, blood, character death.


"It's amazing," Jade said. "What you do with those needles."

"It's the spryness of youth," Rose said. She tucked her needles into her bun and stretched. It was important to stay limber.

"You calling me old?" Jade demanded. She shook her fist with mock anger. "Why, I may be old but I could still show you a thing or two."

"I'm sure you could," Rose said. "But couldn't it wait until after tea time?"

Jade frowned.

"Don't worry, I prepared it earlier. All fresh fruits and vegetables, completely baked goods free," Rose said.

"Good," Jade said. She slung her rifle off her shoulder, slapping it across the patio table before dropping into her seat with a thud. She propped her muddy shoes up on the free chair.

Rose ducked into the kitchen to grab the tray she had set out before afternoon practice. Jade eagerly dug into the snacks as soon as she brought it out.

"You said there's going to be someone else soon," Rose said, sipping her tea. Her fingers tapped the china nervously.

"Uh-huh," Jade answered, munching on a cucumber slice.

"Can I ask who it is?"

"His name is Dave," Jade said.

"Will I like him?"

"Nope, you'll find him immature and insufferable," Jade said. "And he'll think you're bossy and nosy. You'll be fighting in no time flat."

"Oh," Rose said. She bit her lip and looked into her cup.

"It'll be true love," Jade said. She thumped Rose on the back. "Now stop being so grim all the time. They'll be plenty of time for that later."

"Alright," Rose said, placing her cup down. "If you say so."

"Of course I say so," Jade said. "When have I ever been wrong? Now eat up, we still need to blow a few more targets to pieces before retiring for the day."

That night in darkness Rose laid in bed and tried to imagine what true love was.

"I think you're wrong," she said after dodging Jade's instinctual attack at being woken unexpectedly.

"What?" Jade asked, fumbling for her glasses.

"You're wrong," Rose said. "About true love. I already have that."

She darted forward past Jade's defenses and pressed their lips together. Jade's were chapped and slightly cold. She pulled back and studied Jade's eyes, bright green with crows feet and laugh lines creasing the corners.

"Rose," Jade said gently. She stroked Rose's hair and smiled. "Rose, who ever said you were only allowed to love one person?"

"What do you mean?" Rose asked, but Jade silenced her with a laugh and another kiss. A much more elegant kiss but with no less enthusiasm.

"I always forget how young you are," Jade said fondly. "Now get in bed, I have some educating the youth to be doing."

It was a couple months later that they ventured down to Texas to offer a hand up to a recently evicted aspiring screenwriter. By that point Rose had mastered kissing and was ready to have a pupil of her own.

With Dave and Jade there Rose felt free. She could almost ignore the troubling signs around her, the creeping presence of Crocker Corp. Jade assured her it was not yet time to strike, but it was hard to listen, even if with age came wisdom.

Jade's company made a move, Crocker Corp made a countermove. They danced around each other. Jade was endlessly frustrated.

"It's okay," Rose said, rubbing Jade's shoulders. "You're doing the best you can."

"It's not enough," Jade said. "I don't want things to be a mess when my grandson gets here."

Jade mentioned her grandson sometimes, talking about meteors and monster islands and preparing to hand the fight over to the next generation.

"So I'm going to be a mother," Rose said while they laid in bed together.

"Yep, it's going to be raining babies," Jade said.

"Not for me," Dave said. "I'm never being a dad."

"You'll change your mind," Jade said.

"Maybe," Dave said. "God you guys are terrible at bedroom talk."

Rose pinned him down then.

Jade started going to her island a lot. Eventually she stopped coming back, instead sending excited photos of Jake constantly. She kept saying they should visit.

One day the messages stopped.

They kept on. Rose published her first novel. Dave got a movie deal. He started fortifying his apartment into something that could survive a nuclear holocaust. Rose started drinking. The children never arrived and then the world ended.

It wasn't long into the final showdown that they realized it was futile. The witch was twisted, dark and sinister and able to pull the strings of human and animal alike.

"I miss Jade," Dave said, lying on the ground, his blood pooling to mix with Rose's.

"We'll see her soon," Rose said. She rolled to her stomach, crawling to him. There was a mess where his stomach used to be.

"I could have been a dad," Dave said. Rose tried to take his hand but her fingers were too slippery. "I could have been good at it."

"I'm sure you would have been great," Rose said. "We did everything we could for them."

Dave didn't respond.

"Oh, you're still here," the witch said, her shadow falling over Rose, her trident rising. "Let me help you with that."

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[paradigm]

Azure Ray - Beautiful Things Can Come from the Dark

Benjy Davis Project - Same Damn Book

Paper Route - Carousel

Stars of Track and Field - In Bright Fire

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Med Sud i Eyrum - Sigur Ros
Un Giorno Per Noi - Josh Groban
Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[iceeh]

Last Girl on Earth - Supreme Beings of Leisure
Nicest Thing - Kate Nash
Malchik Gay - t.A.T.u
When They Came For Us - Shiny Toy Guns

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE

[threeley]

Heart Beats - Kartiv2 & Rob Scallon
Unbelievable Things - Raven Zoe
Teenage Heaven (Purgatory) - Andrew Huang

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Shattered - Trading Yesterday
Broken Sonnet - Hale
Between Two Points - The Glitch Mob ft. Swan
December - Sarah Fimm

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT

[janeybriggs]

Katie Melua - Tiny Alien
Anaïs Mitchell ft. Greg Brown - Why We Build the Wall
My Chemical Romance – Bulletproof Heart
Bigbang – Wild Bird

FILL: TEAM Karkat♥Sollux

[turntecharmageddon2]

how did this come out of me listening to Bulletproof Heart on repeat? I don't know. I actually tired for KK<3KK, but it ended up being a KK♥/♠KK wrap around (with a side of Sol♦Kar) uhh... Hope you like it?


You didn’t think you’d ever meet him, and even if you did you thought you’d rage black at him. And you start to, but than a dark flush across his face and he smiles timidly at you. You know all the signs of flush crush and all of them are rolling off of him in your direction. He opens his mouth to speak to you, but you cut him off.

“Don’t you even start with me.” He blinks at you taking a step back. He actually looks hurt, you doubt anybody else notices it, but you do. How could you not? Who knows you better than you? “Fuck you.” Everybody looks at you with varying looks of shock, you turn and stomp away.

You hide away in your respiteblock and gorge yourself on human junk foodstuffs while watching romcoms. You don’t see hide nor hair of anybody for days which is all the better for making you forget about that shitstain who dared to look at you like that.

After days of hiding off in your room you finally decide that your stomach hurt enough for you to venture out and find some real food, but he’s standing at there beside your teleportation pad. He gives you a scared look like he doesn't know what to do. He looks so unsure of himself that you want to punch him.

You brush by him as he starts to talk, he may look like you, but he's nothing like you. You hate alternate timelines, they're usually so different from yours that even the youes from them are different and they make your flaws stand out even more.

But this you, you hate him more than any of the youes you've met before. He's so shy and timid and you can't stand to see that look on his face, on your face. It makes you sick.

The more time they (you, a Kanaya, and a Sollux) spend here the more you realize that YOUR friends like HIM more. When they realize it's you they always look disappointed.

"Sorry I'm not good enough for you." you finally tell Sollux, your Sollux, one day. "Forgive me for not being him and allow me to remove myself from your presence." You stand and bolt from the room.

"KK, wait."

He comes after you but you don't dare stop. You have a head start on him and you're not going to stop for anything. But of course that douchebag has to appear on the pad you're about to use and he throws you back.

"I'm so sorry."

Before you even realize what you're doing you've lunged at him. Your fist makes contact with his face and lime blood pours from his nose. You freeze and staring up at you accusingly, Sollux is standing a couple feet away ready to intervene if he has too.

As you stare at the blood now coating your hand, you snap and lay into him. Sollux has to use his psisonics to pull you off of him. "IT'S NOT FAIR!" you're screaming trying to fight against the psisonics that are holding you back. His Kanaya has already swooped in to take him away and doctor him. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Sollux finally lets you down when the two of them are long gone. You tremble with anger and tears stream down your cheeks.

"KK..." you can hear the pity in his voice and it makes you cringe. He's pale on you right now because



you're so fucking pitiful. You wonder if he doesn't feel the same way about the other version of himself.

"It's not fair." your voice shakes and you look everywhere but at him.

"KK..." he picks you up with his psisonics and sets you on your feet he wraps his hand around yours and he pulls you off for feelings jam in the pile of tangles wires and fluffy head holding sleep rectangles in his respites block.

And he actually listens to you rant and whips away the tears, and doesn't make any of his normal comments. Long after you've ranted yourself horse and the two of you are still curled together you just listening to his blood pusher and he's trailing his fingers through your hair does he start. He tells you how he feels about you, the other you, and the other him.

He tells you so many things that you didn't really believe him capable of feeling, about you about himself about his place in the universe, and you really feel better about your situation.

But that doesn't stop you from hiding away as soon as the two of you part. You lose yourself in the twists and turns of the halls and hide in a room far from everybody. You curl up in a pile of blankets fluffy head holding sleep rectangles and lay there. You should have figured that your such a fuck up that nobody outside of yourself would ever pity you enough to flush for you.

“Karkat?” The hesitant voice floats through the room and you cringe.

“You are the last person I want to see.” You pull the blanket closer to yourself and roll over as his footsteps come closer.

“Why do you hate me so much?” He reaches out and touches you. You give him a warning growl and his hand retracts. “What did I ever do to you to deserve this?”

You sit up and glare at him, “You dared to be flushed for me.” You move and jump in him and he falls back. “You who are better than me in every way. Do me a favor and go jump off the meteor.” You pull the blanket back over your head as you lay down.

“I’m sorry…” He doesn’t make to leave he just sits there and it pisses you off even more.

You let out a growl and turn and face him, “Why me?”

“Why you what?”

“Why do you pity me?”

He just looks away from you.

“Is it just me?”

“It is.” He looks up at you his eyes half lidded. “You are alpha Karkat.” He leans forward and presses his lips against yours. You shove him away.

“I hate you. Don’t fucking do that.” You shove him away. He looks hurt and you just sneer at him. “I can’t believe you actually expected to return your feelings.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then why me? Could you not find anybody else to pity you so you started pitying yourself?”

“You say mean things to try and make yourself feel better.” He meets your eyes. “You’ll like it.”

“Whatever.”

He cups your face and you glare at him, “Let me prove it to you. If you really don’t like it, I won’t bring it up again.” When you don’t attack him he pushes you back into the pile and presses his mouth against yours. Every one of his movements are soft and gentle and you manage to match them even though you want to tear him apart.

When everything is said and done you have to admit to yourself that it wasn’t that bad, but you’re still pretty black for him.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Our Digital World - Koji Wada ft. AiM
Butterfly (piano version) - Koji Wada
The Biggest dreamer - Koji Wada
An Endless Tale - Koji Wada ft. AiM

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM EQUIUS<3GAMZEE

[brightgray]

Imogen Heap - Canvas
Ola Podrida - Lakes of Wine
Kashiwa Daisuke - Coto

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[fuzzyginge]

old friend - sea wolf
spiders - editors
after the storm - mumford & sons

FILL: TEAM NEPETA<3TEREZI

[fraymotif]

oh no, i made myself sad

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM SLICK<3<SNOWMAN

[denialdelirium]

King For a Day - Green Day
Dude Looks Like a Lady - Aerosmith
Cherry Lips - Garbage
Glamazon - Ru Paul

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[dejup]

im sorry

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[thecreepyone]

falcon jab - ratatat

fall from the stars - god is an astronaut

radioactive - imagine dragons

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[pyrokineticvampire]

When you're composing, Rose likes to lean against the doorframe with a hot cup of tea in her pale hands, sipping quietly and listening to your progress. You notice her presence in your peripheral vision and keep the beats flowing, not distracted whatsoever. You've gotten used to her hearing your music now that you've been living together several months. She always just waits, almost never walks away to do something else. On occasion you've played until your fingers hurt just to see if she'd stay, and she does.

When you're finished, you get up and walk over to her, steal her mug and take a drink, not because you like tea but because you like drinking her drinks. She's still wearing her purple nightgown.

"That was nice," she says as she takes her tea back from you. "It should be your battle theme for tomorrow."

You glance back at your turntables. You've been too busy to spend much time with them lately, what with a revolution and apocalypse going on with the two of you and a couple others running the resistance. You suppose the song you were just playing is indeed something you could imagine yourself kicking some clown ass to.

"In that case," you reply, "you need a battle theme too." You walk back into the room, reaching out behind you to take her hand and pull her with you.

Rose quirks an eyebrow and sits on the edge of an old amplifier, crossing her bare legs. "Is that really how you'd like to spend a large portion of your day? You know that tomorrow we could--"

"I know," you cut her off. Tomorrow, you could both die. "We'll be fine. Can't lose with a couple of badass battle themes." You put your fingers to the keyboard and key out a melody. You add an echo for a mystical theme. Rose is mystical.

She sits and listens, comments sometimes on what she likes or what she thinks would sound cool. This has always been one of your things that Rose lets you do alone, so this is the first time you've really worked on something musical together. The tone comes out different from your usual and it shows your collaboration. You're really happy with it.

"When we're done here, you have to teach me to knit," you joke. "I'll knit you a battle scarf to go with the song."

She chuckles. "Careful, I might just take you up on that request. I've changed my mind," she adds, "this is a very nice way to spend the day."

You agree wholeheartedly. So what if you die tomorrow? You got to spend a lot of quality time with Rose fucking Lalonde, the most cunning and beautiful woman you have ever met. You are a damn good team, a force to be reckoned with, and if you die tomorrow, you'll be taking others down with you. You're both tired of waking up to this crumbling world, a world being slowly torn apart. It isn't the world you want your kids to grow up in, four hundred years from now.

Rose does try teaching you how to knit but you end up poking her with a knitting needle instead, prompting her to toss a ball of yarn at your head. You mess around until you end up in each others arms, where you stay until well into the night.

The next morning you play Rose's song for her again before you get ready to leave, dressing yourselves for a fight and preparing your weapons. You've had this plan ironed out for a good while and you're rather confident it'll go well. These three are nothing compared to the Batterwitch.

"Good luck," you tell Rose when you're standing in the streets below your apartment, "and don't get killed."

"I won't if you won't," she promises before giving you kiss.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE♥JANE♥ROXY

[ferrrox]

the idea of growing old - the features
folding chair - regina spektor
under the rotunda - the lucksmiths

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[dejup]

You were 15 when you showed up on her doorstep with a bouquet of roses, hope and apprehension showing through deep blue eyes and fumbling hands.

She was 15 when she stared you down until you felt the beads of sweat trickle down the back of your neck, considering bolting into the street and hiding yourself – where, you would have figured out later – and never speaking to her again.

The two of you were 15, when she laughed and gingerly took the roses, commenting on how cliché you were.
haha, rose, you have no idea. you say. my thought process was basically a rose for a rose.
I think I can make that work, John. she says, all smiles with the roses in her arms, and you make a mental note to remember that image for the rest of your life. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve seen.

You were 15 when you took her on the first date, a quaint bookstore.
Bookstores are meant for literature, she insists. The newest Marvel issue is not literature.
tell that to iron man. you counter, and the both of you laugh simultaneously. Her smiles were infectious, and you knew this wasn’t just a teenage fling.

She was 15 ½ when you had your first kiss, a summer evening with the fireflies blinking in and out in your peripheral vision.
Her face was tinged a light pink, and you were at her doorstep again after a long night. You held her hand up the porch steps, and she turned around.
Thank you for the evening, John. It was quite the experience, she says with a laugh. You really want to kiss her.
So you do, and her lips are softer than anything else you’ve ever felt. It’s short, chaste, and she turns a lovely shade of pink. You laugh and turn around again, waving.
bye rose!

You were 17 when the two of you were sprawled out on your living room floor.
rose, fuck college. you groan, flopping over on your back.
You were the one who asked me to tutor you. she points out with a sly smile. You really love the way she’s lightened up now, illuminating your world with bright smiles and facetious remarks.
You throw a college application pamphlet at her and laugh.

She was 22 when you watched her mount the stage for her diploma, having traveled states to see her again.
oh man, rose. that is one fancy looking diploma you have there. you laugh, having received your own a few days ago.
I try. She smiles humbly and you hug her. She’s drowning in fabric and her hat is perched lopsidedly on her head, so you tilt it back in place and lean in for a kiss.

You were 27 when the two of you moved back to your hometown, and you left a post-it at her door.
rose! meet me at the movie theater, ok? i might be late, so just buy a ticket for whatever you choose and text me!
She was 27 when she heads to the movie theater, waiting for a good 20 minutes for nobody. She sighs, and waits in line. The clerk brightens up when he sees her, passes her a slip of paper, and says, “He’s at the diner!” She furrows her eyebrows in confusion and just goes along, thinking this is an elaborate prank.
She looks down at the old ticker for Ghost Rider 3 in her hands. It was the first movie she saw with you.
You were 27 when she reaches the diner, looking in to find nobody. She frowns, and the cashier waves her over. “Hello, Rose! He’s at the park, so here.”
She frowns a bit, takes the paper, and leaves with a polite “Thank you.” She looks down at the receipt for two coffees, a salad, and a burger. She smiles, remembering you spilling your drink everywhere and running around town with her in a brown-stained shirt.
She was 27 when she heads to the park, knowing she’d find nobody there. She gingerly sits down on a bench, idly waiting until a middle-aged jogger shows up.
“The library.” He says, and passes her a daffodil.
Her memory flashes back to a day in the mud, with you threading wildflowers through her hair.
You were 27 when she walked into the library, looking around. Nobody speaks to her, so she walks into the back and pulls her favorite book out, catching on.
You aren’t there, but you’re sweating bullets.
hehe, rose, thanks for dealing with all this! you’re almost done now. head to the bookstore, alright? i promise i’m actually there.
She was 27 when she finds you at the table you sat in on your first date, clutching her various trinkets. You’re in a blue plaid dress shirt and dark grey jeans, and her in a stunning white cardigan.
You swallow and put down the same comic book you were reading a dozen years ago.
hi rose. you nervously say.
Hello, John. Is there a reason you’ve sent me on a goose chase around the city? She asks, a knowing smile on her lips.
yeah. you say, and everyone in the store is staring at you. You nervously get up and drop down on one knee, taking her hand and pulling out a small box.
You were 27 when you poured out your feelings to her.
...it’d be great to grow old together.

rose lalonde, will you marry me?

She was 27 when the bookstore held its breath, and a wide grin spreads across her face.
Well, when you put it like that, how could I say no?
I’ve had the time of my life being with you, John. Yes, I’ll marry you.

This way I have the rest of my life to get you into the world of real literature. she smirks, and you put the ring on her finger.
The bookstore erupts into cheers and “awwww”s.
You tenderly kiss her.

SOUNDTRACK: TEAM DAVESPRITE<3KARKAT

[hellasafety]

Start Wearing Purple - Gogol Bordello
All Black Aura - The Glitch Mob
Frontier Psychiatrist - The Avalanches

FILL: TEAM DIRK<>ROXY

[emmajb]