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BONUS ROUND 5

Bonus Round 5


Tales from the Road


Hey, shippers! HSO is winding down, so we thought we'd take a look back at the journey, so to speak. With that in mind, this next bonus round is going to be roadtrip-themed! Give us a little taste of your characters' life on the road, whatever form that takes.

Rules
  1. Submit prompts! Prompts should consist of one ship (friendship/gen is fine too!) and a location. This cannot be your team's ship! This round we will not be giving points for prompts.

  2. Look through the prompts and fill whichever you like!

  3. You may not fill prompts for your ship, nor may you fill your own team's prompts.

  4. Fills should be posted as replies to the prompts which they are for, following the format below. They may be any medium.


Title Format
If you are starting a new thread, please use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.

If you are filling a prompt, use this format in your title.

Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team YOU belong to; please use the characters and quadrant, not whatever portmanteau or nickname you've come up with.
If your team name is not in this format and in the title we cannot guarantee that it will be counted.

Posts not using this format in the title will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, no matter what they contain. They, like all comments on the comm, are subject to the Wank Policy.

Scoring
For 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!

Bonus Round 5 is now closed!

16/08/12 Comments are unscreened again, for the sake of comments on fills. No new fills are being counted for points.
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FILL: TEAM DAVE <3< GAMZEE

[personal profile] rradioactiveppanda 2012-08-12 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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Edited 2012-08-12 18:55 (UTC)
blackouthart: (Default)

PROMPT: TEAM ENGLISH

[personal profile] blackouthart 2012-08-12 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose<3Karkat (or gen/pale/ashen)
A funfair with roller coasters!
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PROMPT: TEAM ENGLISH

[personal profile] blackouthart 2012-08-12 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Dave<3Tavros
A party. (fancy or college mess? Your pick)

FILL: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE♥JANE♥ROXY

[personal profile] ferrrox 2012-08-12 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
this prompt is perfect to me

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

[personal profile] fayharley 2012-08-12 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Warning: Character death

Roxy woke up with a headache. It was not, in itself, that unusual an occurrence. The world being grey was more unusual. Everything was sharp shadows, haunting shapes that looked like they would reach out and impale you at any moment.

"Hello?" Roxy tried to call, but the sound fell dead in the stale air. She brushed herself off and took a hesitant step forward. And then another, and then another. The ground didn't seem quiet solid and she moved slowly and carefully. She found a stick and swung it before her, using it to set off the bear traps that were arranged along the path.

About an hour into her journey she first saw Jake. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye, peering out from behind a spindly tree. When she turned to him he ducked behind it, disappearing when she approached. She would have written it off as a hallucination if she hadn't seen him again a few minutes later. For the next hour or so he kept appearing, always ahead of her on the only path, always flickering away when she got near. It was immensely frustrating.

She attempted to call his name, dozens of times, but something about this place killed all speech. The sound was crushed beneath the unending feeling of dread that permeated the scenery.

Eventually she came to a river and a boat. She could see Jake on the far side, watching her with light glinting off his glasses. She pushed the craft in and jumped aboard, sailing across. He waved to her and turned, walking into the brush as she neared the shore. She disembarked and hurried after him, going deeper and deeper into the brush while following the odd glow of his spectacles.

That's when the spider got her.

Roxy sat with Jake and waited in the woods. They held hands. Jane was approaching, her mouth moving like she was calling out. Roxy waved at her to hurry up. They had others to catch as well.
asherdashery: (peepers)

Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK♥JAKE♥JANE♥ROXY

[personal profile] asherdashery 2012-08-12 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
YOU are perfect to me
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PROMPT: TEAM ENGLISH

[personal profile] blackouthart 2012-08-12 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Karkat<3Vriska(drinking all that sugar has suddenly become a really bad idea.)
Any of the troll lands
veira: (birdboy)

[personal profile] veira 2012-08-12 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
fhsljflksdjfdskljfdslj jklfdsjklfds fdjlks

WOW FEELINGS ;_;

Ash, you are darling to me. <3
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Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[personal profile] vulturer 2012-08-12 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
this is cute as all heck and you are a great person. perfect dorky nerd kid story.
asherdashery: (peepers)

[personal profile] asherdashery 2012-08-12 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
sjkdlfsdjfsdl I'm glad you like it! That one you wrote about Dirk going to Prospit in the hurricane is one of my favorites.
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Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[personal profile] asherdashery 2012-08-12 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
fsjkdskjdfls Hahahaha well, I am a dorky nerd kid. Thank you so much, I love the stuff you write!
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FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[personal profile] megaparsecs 2012-08-12 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
“This doesn’t look much like a standard dream bubble!” says Jane, as she leans over to prod one of the stones on the street.

“Yes,” you say, running a finger along the wall of a building. It’s brick. Brick-ish. Grimy. You wipe your fingers on your pants, and make a mental note to wash your hands very thoroughly later. “For one, no one seems to be dead. Or to realize they’re dead.”

“And this doesn’t look like any part of Earth I’ve seen,” says Jake.

“Thank you Jake, for that stunning observation,” you say. He frowns.

“I think I see a bar,” says Roxy, wobbling uncertainly on her heels.

You sling an arm around her waist. “Not so fast. I think first order of business is to get you some more suitable shoes.”

Her head lolls onto your shoulder. “Aww, Dirky. Always taking care of me.”

“I have no idea what you mean,” you mutter.

She winks. She’s insufferable.

“The setting seems to be a bit more medieval than not,” says Jane, standing up and brushing the dust off her shirt. “Horses, definitely. Electricity, I don’t think so! Perhaps, though, Renaissance era-ish, I wouldn’t go as far as the Industrial age, as I don’t see a speck of smog or billowy smoke anywhere!”

You smile. That’s your Jane. “What do I always tell you, Jake? You gotta be more like Jane.”

“Wherever or whenever we are, I’m glad we’re at least sufficiently armed!” says Jake, pulling out one of his pistols.

“No, I don’t -” says Jane.

Its at that second that someone - you look quickly, breastplate, bell, cudgel, badge, well fuck me with a rusty strife specubus it’s a cop - rounds the corner and spots you.

“Ah,” you say. “Jake, would you be so kind as to holster the weapon?”

The cop’s got his eyes trained on the gun as it slips back into the holster, he’s glancing at all of you, assessing how much of a threat you are. His hand’s on the hilt of his sword.

“Is this a runny thing or a beat ‘em up thing?” whispers Roxy. It’s not a bad whisper, considering, only audible within two meters or so.

“I think it might be a comply with authorities thing,” you say. “At least, while we’re unaware of the situation we’re in.”

“All right,” says the cop. “I don’t know who ye are, or what the hell you’re doin with that, but I think it might be a good idea if you all come to the station with me.”

----

As an aspiring private detective and general all around sleuth, you’re at home in the police department, really you are!

A very nice man - tall, broad shoulders, clean shaven in a way that reminds you of Dad - has given you and Roxy some hot chocolate, and adamantly refused to slip anything stronger into Roxy’s drink, for which you are grateful. She’s leaning against you now, one arm around your waist.

No one’s talked to you besides that man - who’s now engaged in a spirited discussion with Dirk about swords - since you arrived here. You seem to be in the middle of the sort of main hub of the police station. You hesitate to call it a foyer, since that seems oddly formal for a room full of police officers in all shapes and species, talking to each other and polishing armor and scribbling with nubby pencils eyes all screwed up in concentration. You suppose you’re waiting for someone higher up the chain, someone who’s In Charge (and your heart gives a little thrill - a detective, maybe? a detective from a strange land, how intriguing!).

Roxy nudges you with her hip. “Peep that total babe over there,” she says, tilting her head towards a blonde woman, who’s unstrapping her breastplate and running a hand through her massive wave of hair.

You blush. “She is rather attractive.”

“I’ll say,” says Roxy. “Hotawhat.”

She kisses your cheek and your face heats up even more. “Not as cute as you, though.”

The woman looks your way, and smiles.

“We could totes ask her out,” says Roxy.

“No,” you say. “No, Ms. Lalonde I am putting my foot down.”

It’s then that a man - older, balding a bit, looking as if he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in half a lifetime, barges down the stairs. To you, he seems to permeate a palpable air of authority that would be a little frightening if it wasn’t, well, you can’t say - paternal, you suppose. Like when your dad won’t let you order all the bacon and eggs in a restaurant, as excellent as that would be.

“Right,” says the man. “You four, upstairs, right quick. Carrot, stop fraternizing with the potential hostiles. Angua, for the love of the gods, there’s been someone from the Guild of Alchemizers hounding me for the past three weeks, can you see to it?” The broad man talking to Dirk and the rather attractive blonde woman both nod, and the woman straps her armor on quickly before slipping out the door. “Cheery -”

“Would you like some coffee, sir?” says a short figure with a feminine voice and the most impressive beard and moustache you have ever seen. You feel uniquely qualified to make this assessment, you are a facial hair aficionado, and that right there is a downright beautiful moustache.

The man sighs. “Yes, thanks Cheery. I’ll be upstairs.”

The man nods at the four of you, and you follow him up a rickety flight of wood stairs- Dirk looks like he’s about to resist for a minute, but Jake just rolls his eyes and pulls him to his feet - to an office that’s an avalanche of paperwork.

Dirk nudges the door shut behind him. “Now,” says Dirk, “Would you mind explaining to me exactly where and when we are? And why you felt the need to drag us to this - for lack of a better word - police station?”

You step on Dirk's toes - enough is enough, and quite frankly he's being a bit rude! - but he ignores you.

The man stretches in his seat behind his desk, and leans forward. “Well, this should be interesting.”

now i want to just write roxy and jane going drinking with cheery and angua w h o o p s
veira: (nissan)

[personal profile] veira 2012-08-12 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, cuties. ;_;
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FILL: TEAM NEPETA<3TEREZI

[personal profile] vulturer 2012-08-12 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Slight warning for emetophobia. Wicked awesome prompt btw.

- - -

It's freezing cold and pouring rain and the water is filthy and you have no idea where she's going. She's flying up the Grand Canal along with the current, her ragged skirts twisting and fluttering like fuck you, suck it deadweight, too sloooow, ha ha ha. They brush her legs as she kicks, long webbed feet churning the water. You grab at speed, just trying to keep her visible in the clouded river under colored lights that flash and scatter; you're stronger, but she's faster. And she's got a goal in mind.

She banks a hard right into a narrow canal; one flash of light in her hair, and then she's gone. You roar through your open mouth at the impossibility of catching her, kicking your feet hard and angry, too hard; you slam into the canal's wall. It scrapes a thin layer of skin from your shoulder, smearing it with shit you definitely don't want to know the name of, but you just curse it off and grab at a step and pull. Silt and minerals coat your insides like a film, layer after layer with every yard you cover; gargling bleach sounds like a treat. But you catch a glimpse of her and you swim.

She pushes off the slime coated walls like a grasshopper, fast and sharp and featherlight, but she curves like a snake. It's hot as fuck, her twisting and guiding her path with claws catching on the grooves eaten into the walls, like she's climbing through the water, weightless. It shoots through your nerves, up your spine and then down lower, and you're furious simply from that. She goes and goes and goes, through the drowned labyrinth, and then finally breaches out of the water onto the stone. You grab for a notch and pull yourself out, the cold air bubbling horribly through your fouled airways.

You're sick to the side, hacking up as much shit from your system as you can. It slips out in gobs and a shudder slides up your spine. A tiny comfort is the sound of her coughing too, except after she clears her throat, she just spits. You want to kill her. You want to kill her so hard, but she doesn't give a floating fuck; she's up and sprinting in seconds. The splashes of her steps in the rainwater fade away fast, and you scramble to your feet to chase her. You slip on the stone and curse under your breath, not wanting to wake up the ghosts in the vine lashed houses. The mortar is mottled with soot and old spray paint, glistening in the faint lights that still burn even after the city has faded. You look up to see a painted square on old brick reading Calle dei Morti, and it chills you right down to your blood, cold as nothingness. Reprieve is fleeting as you follow her over a bridge, crossing the Grand Canal, and then plunge back into the dark streets. You can just barely hear her footsteps slapping against wet stone, splashing lightly as she crosses the bridges over canals. The alleyways close in on you, towering, dark and dripping with old rust, silent.

The water at your feet gets higher the further you go, like the streets are slowly sinking. It's up to your ankles when suddenly the narrow city vein explodes into the open air of the Piazza San Marco, walled in by crumbling structures. You find her standing on the edge of a water filled sinkhole that nearly swallows the whole courtyard. It's pitch black and bottomless, the water's surface spattering and distorting with the downpour. Her toes curl over the edge. You stop a few feet away, bloodpusher racing in your chest.

"Whoa..." you say casually, catching your breath, "What's with the hell tunnel?"

"That's what I came here for," she says and looks over her shoulder, a wet curl of dark hair clinging to her cheek. Rain pours a thin gauze in between you and makes her flicker like a wraith, tall and dignified with her regal posture, like a ghost queen who set aside her jewelry.

"One a those squid monster freakshows?"

"It might be."

"Fef, that's a fuckin' madness, let's just make like a tree an-"

"They're not evil, how many taimens do I have to raypeat myshellf?" she snapped and the echo of her sharp, high voice made you look around warily for disturbed spirits, or screwy curses, or what the fuck ever still lingered in this forsaken shithole.

"Coulda fooled me."

She whirls and tackles you right to the ground, snarling up in your face with sharp teeth and furious pink eyes. Pure reflexes gets your arm pressed up against her neck, holding her back. Up close, without her goggles and gold, she looks like a pure fighter.

"I never asked you to follow."

You lean up and growl, "Like hell I wouldn't, princess."

Her lip curls and she pushes away with a hiss, stepping toward the edge once more. She turns, standing still and straight like a diver on her toes, heels hanging over the edge.

"Wait up here if you're scared, sandwalker," and she falls backward into the pit, dissolving into black instantly. You are out of your fucking mind with terror, but there ain't no way you're staying, what with her last knife digging into you. Absolutely no goddamn way, so you jump up and dive in after her, the inky darkness embracing you like oil, and you descend.
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FILL: TEAM ENGLISH

[personal profile] blackouthart 2012-08-12 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rose, about the flowers in your hair, would they be-"

"Oh shut up, Strider."

--

The first thing you notice about San Francisco is the rainbow flags. They're not everywhere, per se, but they're a hell lot more frequent than in Texas, that's for sure. You find guys kissing in the street and girls holding hands on the bus. Rose whispers into your ear about bringing your brother here someday and you quirk your mouth upwards.

The first place she insists visiting above all else is the City Lights bookstore. Manned by a scruffy guy in a black sweater, somewhere beyond the industrious Chinatown, you step into a world with bookshelves up the ceiling and creaking wood. It's quiet. You can imagine hippies playing their guitar on the roof and you two lose hours in there. She reads Howl-first published there in 1956-upstairs and you wander around the banned books section simply absorbing blurbs.

There's Ferlinghetti on the counter when you plop down a few books to buy and you read about the art of poetry. There's so much here. There's graffiti splattered outside in the wall facing the street and a man singing love songs on the corner. There's print on the glass window that says Turn off your sell phone.

"So what do you think?"

"I can feel myself growing a craving for weed every second we stay here. Fuck that, let's throw in the whole display case of illegal substances in there. It's a pile-on of drug abuse, Rose, hop on."

"I don't think we have enough in our budget for that, Dave."

--

Chinatown is a buzz of food and foreign dialects. You pick a restaurant by random and order the roast duck. It's crispy and delicious and there's exclamations:

"I have no apologies for the ancestors or relatives of this flightless bird. The consumption was had without guilt. I have no regrets for this piteous yet delectable fowl."

"That was the heaven of dinners. All the atheists in the area are singing hallelujahs and drinking grape juice and shit. I didn't think it was possible to get a foodboner fuck I am glad to have been so wrong."

You cross the Golden Gate Bridge. Her lilac jacket tied around her waist and you're both in tank tops. Yours is black. Obviously for the irony, she has decided to wear the I'm with this idiot one. Obviously. The sun is scorching but you both make it across, albeit more tan and full of sarcastic remarks about the romanticised graffiti.

You finally, finally get to ride a cable car. It's faster than you imagined and San Francisco has some unimaginably steep streets. The buildings are small and you can see the roofs gleaming and flower shops and convenience stores and roads stretching below you like a stairway to accident city.

The city's beautiful. You ride until the sky turns purple and orange and finally you tear your eyes away from the scenery. You look at her. She's beautiful now, her hair wind-tossed and admiring the lights of the city fade into illumination. A genuine smile is pulling at her lips. Her purple eyes are bright and her scarf trails in front of her, flowing into the background. She's your Rose. Uncanny and smart and quick.

You dig out the camera stealthily. This is what you want to remember the most, you think.

You align your eye to the tiny square and snap her picture.

(she'll discover it in the darkroom someday and you'll fight over it like wolves. but in the end, she'll let you keep it. summertime is a love-in here. even in photos.)
Edited 2012-08-12 20:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] veira 2012-08-12 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Whoa, this is rad!! :O
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Fill: Team Aradia<>Dave

[personal profile] claudiaasd 2012-08-18 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty


Karkat learned a lot in wriggler school. 
He learned how the city was built. He learned how it was kept running. He learned how being pretty made everyone on equal terms, with biology not getting in the way. 
He learned about the old quadrant system, how hate used to be so widely accepted. He learned how the hemisphere system used now was far superior. He learned why moirails were so important(although most of that was learned outside of school).
He learned about the old blood order, and how barbaric and unfair it was. He learned how he, as a mutant, could live even longer than a tyrian blood, as long as the unique bloodpusher problems didn't kill him in the meantime. 

Kanaya learned a lot in her wrigglerhood.
She learned that playing hemisphere games were the stupidest thing you could ever do, not just for the two involved, but countless others around you(it took her weeks to convince Karkat that she hadn't actually been pale for Vriska). 
She learned how to calm her moirail after the months of agony of being in a red/black triangle, in which everyone was black for everyone as well as red. When the other two eventually became matesprits, she talked him out of stooping so low as to take up one of their blatantly black advances(the other had gone black with someone else, and a fight that had gone too far had made an example of why trolls only have hemispheres now(both involved had been understandably mortified and didn't speak to each other anymore)). 
She learned that the pretty purple blood on the other side of the dorm was scared of getting attached to a jade blood who would more than likely go into the breeding caverns as soon as she could get out of New Pretty Town.
She learned that blood still mattered, it was just that hating a warm blood meant you were bigoted, and that hating a cold blood meant you were too bitter about the past. She learned more blood slurs than she ever cared to hear.
She learned that there were precious few wrigglers that she could relate to, and adult trolls simply didn't talk to wrigglers beyond the classroom and tutoring. They had lives in Pretty Town, with all the other Mid Pretties.

Karkat and Kanaya learned a lot about each other in their wrigglerhood. 
Karkat knew that Kanaya was wise beyond her sweeps and no wriggler she could truly socialize with was so mature, intelligent, and cunning. Karkat knew she was so trapped in her own mind. Karkat knew that she pined over(one of) his flushcrushs' best friend, and that the stupid cold blood was too logical, too farsighted, to consider her own(very apparent) feelings. Karkat knew Kanaya was completely trapped in her blood. Karkat knew she would be considered equal to everybody after she was pretty. Karkat knew she couldn't wait for the operation that would somehow make her look more elegant, more refined, and that it would somehow fix all her problems. Karkat knew she completely trusted the operation. Karkat knew she thought she was trapped in her age.

Kanaya knew Karkat hated his blood, because it made him the center of attention wherever he went. Kanaya knew he hated his blood mostly because of the pain that crippled him at times, because when he was tired of taking 5 pills a night, he simply wouldn't take them, and then be retching with pain before midnight. Kanaya knew that Karkat put up a front unlike any other. His cruel words and insults had him looking like a sweep old grub, when he was really just smart enough to know it would keep wrigglers their age away.  Kanaya knew that Karkat sometimes did it because he hated black feelings, and so he gave everyone some of his contempt, but under where he even wouldn't acknowledge, he did it because he was waiting for his contempt to be returned. Kanaya knew Karkat hated his base instincts, but couldn't help lowering himself to black. Kanaya knew that he really only hated others so much because he hated himself so much, and thus all other hatred had to go up too, like a ratio(Kanaya also knew that Karkat secretly loved all sorts of maths and sciences, although he may hate the place where he was taught these "amazing" subjects(he would sometimes even make math jokes/puns when they were alone)). Kanaya knew Karkat didn't trust the medical operations the city provided, because in his eyes, they never fixed a problem permanently.

They both would do anything for the other. Kanaya would calm him from his fits of misdirected black rage. Karkat would look forward to the freedom of New Pretty Town with his moirail. 

They worked well together. 

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Haha oops it doesn't really fit road trip very well, and kinda morphed into an all-out AU.

This will be a multi chapter, an will be up on ao3 on Monday by latest. It will be under the title "Pretty" and my username is Claudiaasd. Hope you like this fill, and will check out the rest of this fic when it goes up.
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Re: Fill: Team Aradia<>Dave

[personal profile] claudiaasd 2012-08-18 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
I mixed up the dates on when this roun closed, so when I though it was closing tomorrow, I just realized it closed yesterday. Welp. :I
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Re: Fill: Team Aradia<>Dave

[personal profile] watchfob 2012-08-18 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
sighs dreamily

homestuck uglies au

karkat kanaya

this is pretty much everything i could hope for <33

hey don't you apologize. (i was kind of hoping for a full au anyway oops). heck yes i am going to be checking the multi-chapter fic out. B)
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Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[personal profile] lacertae_dreamscape 2012-08-18 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
that's really nice :D especially with the small snarky side. <3 and the drawing too <3

thanks :D
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Re: FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[personal profile] cest_what 2012-08-20 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
This is delightful *g* (Here via a BR6 rec.)
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Re: FILL: TEAM ARADIA<>SOLLUX

[personal profile] cest_what 2012-08-21 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
Aw, this is adorable. (Here via a BR6 rec.)
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Re: FILL: Team Autoresponder<3Roxy

[personal profile] dragon_bagon 2012-08-22 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
lovely. what smart kids.
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Re: FILL: TEAM DIRK<3JAKE<3JANE<3ROXY

[personal profile] cest_what 2012-09-07 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahaha, delightful.

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