BONUS ROUND 5

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

If 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 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.

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[rex]

Meenah<3<Roxy, a classy restaurant

FILL: TEAM JADE<3NEPETA

[catherpie]

How they got to the restaurant, Roxy can't remember. She is very, very drunk, and so is Meenah, and how they managed to get into such a nice place in this state is uncertain, but somehow they're sitting at a table for two in the patio, under a beautiful, starry sky, which feels somehow unsuitable.

"Fish is great," Meenah slurs, holding yet another cup of wine in her hand that Roxy suspects is being paid for with her credit card. At least, that's what Meenah thinks – having gotten into the swing of this kismesis thing by now, Roxy switched their credit cards before they went out drinking, so when Meenah swiped her card, it would be her own she was paying with. "You're great. I fuckin' love to hate you, you beautiful bitch."

Roxy simply smiles and sips at her drink. "I love to hate you too, Meenah."

"That? What was awful. That was a terrible catch. You're sappy as fuck. Sometimes I can't bereef how I put up with you." Meenah grins that wide, shark-toothed grin of hers. "And then I remember the sex. Man, that makes up for everyfin. It shore does."

When Meenah's drunk, Roxy's noticed, her fish puns get out of control. She wonders where the waiters are, then figures they're probably avoiding them. She doesn't blame them.

"So what now?" she says.

"We clamscray our way on outta here," Meenah says. "Been a great hatedate, Roxy! You're paying."

And then she flips the table onto her.

When Roxy wakes up, the manager is standing over her with a vaguely worried expression, though whether he's worried about her or the damages is anyone's guess. "Are you ok, miss?"

She waves him away. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about the damage, I'll cover it, whatever it is."

She takes out Meenah's credit card – only to discover that it is her credit card, with a note attached. "Nice try, SUCK---ERFIS)(!"

Siiigh.

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT

[janeybriggs]

Dirk<>Roxy,
Belize

PROMPT: TEAM KARKAT<3KARKAT

[janeybriggs]

Dave<3Tavros
Viridian City

[alouetta]

(just a heads up, you didnt put your team in the subject bar of these two posts, and im pretty sure that means they wont count when the mods are tallying up points - you can edit it in tho!)

PROMPT: TEAM [Sollux <>Terezi]

[krysta]

John/Dave
The Door to Hell

FILL: Team Dave<3Karkat

[lacertae_dreamscape]

I hope this satisfies you XD bigger pic can be found here (http://i50.tinypic.com/35mfluo.png)

---

When Dave had pestered him in the early hours of a lazy Sunday morning, rousing him from his well-earned weekend snoozing, John had been tempted to tell him to fuck off and return way later.

Following that, when Dave had told him to get ready for one hell of a date, John had actually decided he could forgive Dave for being too eager; Dave wasn't the most romantic person ever, but had sudden bouts of spontaneous acts that always resulted in adventurous, exciting dates.

As John was in love with the dork and loved adventures, he was always up for some of that.

John had then decided, while flying above the ocean towards some nation in Europe or whatever that he'd never even heard about, let alone knew existed (the name was Tur-something-stan, and for a moment John had wondered if Dave had been trying to take revenge for his last prank... but no, the place apparently existed for real), that Dave's bouts of spontaneity were sometimes a bit too much for him.

They didn’t really spent much flying –Dave’s time powers made the trip faster than it should have been, thankfully– but it took a lot of his energy, and by the time Dave directed him to land, he was feeling rather tired already.

He took it out on Dave with a few well-placed comments about his weight and how he should stop eating cheetos all the time, but the other teen barely seemed affected, far too busy checking their directions on a map to care about what John had to say.

John hoped their destination was going to be worth the long trip, the weight and Dave being so mysterious, because he was already regretting getting out of bed.

For some reason related to time-zones, when they managed to land it was already late in the evening.

Dave made John fly lower to the ground, and steadily ignored all of John’s questions about what the fuck was he planning and where the hell was civilization –because there was no city in sight, and it looked like they were in the middle of nowhere– and simply motioned him to continue southwards.

John had half a mind to drop him right then and there and watch him go splotch on the ground when the wind blowing in his face brought forth a raw, pungent smell, and he halted in mid-air, sniffing around.

Dave’s lips were curled in a pleased smirk, and John huffed, ignoring him as he tried to understand what the source of the smell was.

It was the smell of fire, but strong and burning, and john could feel the wind blowing heat against his skin, a pleasant change from the chilly air of the approaching night.

Dave motioned for them to continue, and John nodded, feeling his curiosity for whatever was ahead of them grow even stronger.

The more they advanced, floating in the air, the stronger the smell was, and the higher the temperatures turned; as he spun around, trying to contain his curiosity, John noticed something bright and glowing ahead of them, and forced his wind powers to make them fly faster.

At catching sight of what Dave had wanted him to see, John decided, utterly breathless, that maybe his boyfriend’s mysterious attitude wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

In front of them was a huge, gaping hole in the ground, burning bright and vivid against the darkness of the night, and John’s eyes widened as he saw the lava and liquid fires peek from inside the giant abyss.

The sight was utterly beautiful, and he quickly made his way to the edge of the chasm, feeling Dave follow him, until they were both standing as close as they could without feeling uncomfortable due to the heat.

“Dave, it’s… awesome!” grabbing his boyfriend’s hand in his own, excited and bouncy, John turned to the other teen and tugged him closer. “How did you know about this?!”

With a small shrug Dave glanced at the magma, and smirked a bit. “Research,” he replied.

“Stop being mysterious, you doofus!”

Dave’s smirk only widened as he leaned forwards, stealing a small kiss from John’s lips before motioning for the sea of molten lava in front of them.

“This is called the Door to Hell,” he explained.



John peeked again into the burning hole, mesmerized by the heat and the vivid, almost too bright colours. The reds were making his skin glow, and as he glanced again at Dave, he could see him burning crimson, his clothes looking like they were on fire.

He gasped, breathless, and tugged Dave down by their joined fingers, using his free hand to slip the other teen’s shades off his face, revealing eyes that were burning even more than the waves of lava.

A sudden, strong need to kiss him washed through John’s body, his lips already parting to welcome Dave’s ones as he dragged his boyfriend close for a long, heated kiss.

When they pulled apart, panting, John nuzzled Dave’s neck and smiled up at him.

Dave straightened his back and licked his lips, already slightly swollen due to the kiss, and took a deep breath. “Per me si va ne la città dolente,” he murmured, the foreign language coming out weird with his heavy accent. “Per me si va ne l’etterno dolore, per me si va tra la perduta gente,” he looked at the sea of fire, then back at John. “Giustizia mosse il mio alto Fattore: fecemi la divina Potestate, la somma Sapienza e ‘l primo Amore. Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterno duro”.

He paused for a moment, tilting John’s face up and pressing another brief kiss on his parted lips, before continuing, in a whisper, the last part of his quote.

“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate”.

John blinked, vaguely dizzy and flushed and incredibly confused, and looked up at Dave when the taller teen didn’t make a move to explain what he’d just said.

“I didn’t know you knew Spanish,” he finally muttered.

Dave snorted, shoulders shaking in mirth, and quickly dissolved into chuckles, stepping away from John as he continued laughing, completely amused.

“John, you idiot, that’s Italian,” he finally answered between snorts.

John’s cheeks turned crimson, and he slapped Dave’s shoulders in annoyance. “Well yeah whatever, what does that mean?”

“That’s a quote. A famous Italian poet wrote a long Comedy about his imaginary trip to hell and back, and that’s what was written on Hell’s Door,” he pointed at the gaping, burning abyss in front of them. “Through me one goes into the town of woe, through me one goes into eternal pain, through me among the people that are lost,” he translated, still smirking. “Justice inspired my high exalted Maker; I was created by the Might divine, the highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there was naught created, save eternal things, and I eternal last”.

Once again he paused, clearly building up the suspense, until John elbowed him in the ribs to get the last line.

“Jesus John, you’re always so impatient,” Dave teased him, smirk growing even larger. “. All hope abandon, ye that enter here,” he finally completed.

Licking his lips, John took a moment to think about what Dave had just stated, before he looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “How come you know this?”

“What, you don’t believe I have interest in old Italian literature? You wound me John. I will crumble and wither away, hurt by your tactless questions,” Dave dramatically brought one hand to his forehead.

John punched him in the shoulder.

“Stop the drama, and answer me before I hoist you up and test your resistance to heat by dropping you in there,” he threatened.

“You wouldn’t–”

John employed his best prankster smirk, and Dave rolled his eyes.

“Fine, fine, fuck, Rose suggested me to check the net for this place, but I found the quote all by myself”.

John snorted. “I should have known”.

He glanced at the Hell’s Door, then back at Dave’s face.

“You hoped quoting Italian would get you laid, didn’t you?”

Dave’s lips twitched upwards. “The thought never entered my brain, I swear”.

“Liar!”

“… well, was I right?”

John tugged him down again, lips brushing against each other.

“… maybe, maybe not… depends if you can catch me”.

Dave blinked, not understanding, and John’s smirk widened as he called forth his wind powers.

One second later, Dave was shoved away from him, unceremoniously dropped onto the ground as John ran away, his laughter echoing in the silence.

Dave got up instantly, ruffled and with a tear in his cape, then smirked.

He patted his clothes, brushed one hand through his hair, then slid his shades back on, straightening his back.

The chase was on.

---

And then Dave catches John and they have wild sex in the middle of nowhere.

Italian quotes from Canto III of La Divina Commedia (Divine Comedy) by Dante Alighieri.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3DAVE

[alouetta]

dave/terezi

abandoned warehouse

FILL: TEAM DIRK<3EQUIUS

[rje]

Dave <3 Terezi

"So, where to 'Rezi?"

"Hm?" The bundled cocoon shape next to him turned carefully so not to disturb the elaborate arrangement of blankets they'd wrapped around themselves -- the air in the abandoned warehouse they'd claimed for the night was cold enough to freeze their breath into crystals and it wouldn't do to invite it inside their little shared pocket of warmth too carelessly.

"Where we headed?" Dave shifted to bring up the Greyhound map and schedule they'd gleaned from the last depot, both folded and refolded so much the words were barely legible. He clicked on their only flashlight, flicking the dim light over the maps with a quickness borne of conservation, then flicked it off just as quickly. Safety first. Squatting wasn't exactly illegal but cops were too much of a hassle when all you wanted was just a few precious hours of sleep before the next long trek down cracked highways in a dirty bus.

"I don't care," his companion, his girl -- oh she'd laugh herself sick if she knew he called her that in his head -- yawned and buried herself further under mismatched blankets and stolen towels. "One place's as good as another." She paused. "City though, obviously -- too hard to hitchhike in country towns nowadays. Nobody trusts anybody anymore."

"Like that's ever been a thing that stopped happening," Dave muttered to himself -- loud enough for her to hear of course. She rolled her eyes like he knew she would and he grinned.

Thumbing your way across America, the hippie dream; what a load of shit. That kind of magic was for the movies. Reality was sleeping in alleyways with one eye open for drunks ready to roll you for a couple bucks, figuring out how to work the bus system so you could ride transfers through a dozen towns before anyone was the wiser, and avoiding the police, with their juvenile detention centers and their foster homes. Their misguided sense of justice, Terezi called it.

What was just in tearing him away from his brother, throwing her in home after home, leaving broken kids with grown-ups who'd just break them further? They didn't need all of that. Three years til they'd be allowed to do what they wanted, go where they want -- like three years matters so much to make a difference.

Three years is too long for anybody. So they ran.

"Road trip" he called it, with that half grin and she smiled back right along with him -- he never understood how she knew, but Terezi was magical. She ran the best grift, knew how to play up her act for the marks, could pick a wallet from the most concealed pocket with ease, could charm a twenty from anybody's wallet with a pout and a good teary stare from those sightless brown eyes. His only problem was not laughing when she did.

He curled up closer to her, could have buried himself against her, let himself be wrapped up in her if she'd let him; she never knew how much she was his rock, his steady place. Someday he's get up the courage to tell her.

"We wanna save that fifty we got from Mr. Briefcase this morning," said, all business, even as she yawned again with a small smile and curled up closer to him. "Best to run off a transfer down South. Memphis again?"

"Ugh," she breathed against his shoulder. "I hate Memphis."

"Only place we got, 'less you wanna try thumbin it with a trucker 'cross Kansas again."

Her nose wrinkled and she sighed, sliding her hand up the back of his shirt to rest it on his back. Comfort, and support, and oh how he wished he could say words heavy enough, strong enough to match. But the night was short, and sleep was needed. He curled up closer and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "Memphis it is."

"Hey," he murmured, nosing in her hair, pressing his cheek against the top of her dark curls. "It's an adventure, right?"

She chuckled at that. "Sure is, Mr. Strider," she murmured. "Sure is."

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3DAVE

[alouetta]

jade/jake

on the moors

PROMPT: TEAM Eridan<3<Vriska

[rev_marsh]

Kanaya/Terezi (any quadrant)
"...in a maze of twisty little passages, all alike."

PROMPT: TEAM GAMZEE<>KARKAT

[rex]

Dave, Davesprite, Dirk, Bro; a sports game

Fill: TEAM Eridan♥Sollux

[lovethighholsters]

warning: cartoon gore





[transcript:

Panel 1- Bro and Davesprite are high-fiving in front of a scoreboard that says "Team Decapitated 1" and "Team Impaled 19". The scoreboard has just dinged to indicate another goal scored.

Panel 2- Doomed Dave in the Felt suit with his throat slit is talking to the off-screen Dirk.

Dave: "cmon man get your-"
Dirk: "Don't you dare."

Panel 3-Dirk's beheaded body holding his talking head in one hand and the AR sunglasses in the other.

AR: Get your head in the game.
Dirk: Screw you AR.
AR: Lil' Hal.
Dirk: Override Code Goat.

AR starts bleating like a goat.]

PROMPT: TEAM JOHN<3VRISKA

[aloice]

Jake<3Jane: post-apocalyptic Washington

FILL: TEAM Dirk<3Equius

[cypher]

You don't have a gun. You've never needed one! And it was always fairly clear among your peers that gun ownership was risky and not worth it and probably a sign of unfortunate political tendencies.

Right now you wish you'd been a little more unfortunate in the past, so you might be less unfortunate now. You're hiding in the ruins of what was once a very nice little town square, with a charming old-world theme and shops with matching storefronts. It's a bit hard to see the niceness now, with a fire still guttering in the stores on the far side of the street, and the wreckage of a terrible car crash—at least four vehicles, maybe more—where the little decorative clock tower ought to be.

You're scavenging for food. You had so much at home before everything went wrong; for the first day after the power went down, you were still pretty comfortable. After that...people started to get restless.

You managed to flee when the looters broke in, but you didn't take much with you. You're on your own, hungry, frightened, and you know that the little tourist shops on Main Street are a bad place to go looking for unspoiled food but...but maybe that means other people won't have picked everything over yet. And you want to stay in town for at least a little bit longer. It's the only chance you have of meeting up with anyone.

The sound of gunfire makes you start in panic. Your heart rate soars, and you scramble for a hiding place, crouched in the shadowed darkness of the lavender-themed gift shop you'd been exploring. There's another gun shot.

"There's more where that came from, you bloody ruffians!" you hear from outside. You catch your breath. You know that voice. "Don't let me see you devils around here again!"

You're on your feet and running for the door before you can think twice.

Jake spins, pistols at the ready, when you push through the door and dart out into the street. You both freeze.

"Jane," he says. He holsters his guns. He has a black eye and a bandage wrapped around one arm that looks like it might have been made from an ex-sleeve. He gives you the fiercest, proudest smile you've ever seen. "I found you!"

Don't cry, you're telling yourself stupidly. Don't cry, you're already worrying about dehydration.

You throw yourself at him and he catches you. Your glasses get shoved back awkwardly into the bridge of your nose as you bury your face in his chest—you didn't realize he would be so tall, goodness—and cling. "You came after me," you say.

"Bloody right I did," he says. His hands come to rest on your back, ever so carefully. "Are you all right?"

You sniffle and nod. "I am. I've. I've been having a pretty awful time of it but I'm all right and now you're here, and." You look up; for a second the reflection off his glasses makes you not sure, but then he tilts his head a bit and you can see how he's looking at you, too. There won't be a better time than now.

You stretch up on tiptoes and kiss him.

He makes a little surprised noise and for an instant he goes entirely still and you think you've ruined your chance. Only then he recovers and he hugs you so hard you squeak, and your teeth bang together as he kisses back but you don't think you mind.

He's breathless when you pull back. "So when you said—just friends—"

"It was a load of bollocks," you tell him. "I panicked and I just—I'm so glad you're here." You slump into him and he's real, warm and solid, and you think when you lean your head against his chest that you're hearing his thundering heartbeat in time with your own.

Your stomach growls, rather ruining the moment.

Jake laughs, hearty and delighted and entirely unconcerned. "Sounds like we might need to put romance on hold for a bit," he says. "How's the hunting in the woods around here?"

"For a sportsman of your caliber?" you say. "No challenge at all, I imagine."

"Then we'll eat like kings tonight!" Jake promises, grinning down at you. You can't help returning the smile.

You're going to be all right.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[asherdashery]

Grandpa Harley<3Nanna Egbert, the middle of nowhere in California

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

[fayharley]

Jane was good at disappearing. It was the first magic trick she ever learned. She had spent years trying to get Jake to master it as well and when he finally did he it was the best trick Jane had ever seen.

But the hardest part of disappearing was coming back. That part he wasn't so good at.

Until today, when he walked right into the little bakery shop where she was working, all grins and clothes dirty from the road. She wondered why he had come.

"I'm here to pick up a cake," he announced. "There's a boy whose birthday needs a bit of color."

Jane stayed in the back, watching through the curtain that divided the kitchen from the main shop. Jake praised the cake outrageously, flirting with the Doris the cashier. Jane's heart didn't stop thudding until he was far out the door.

"Do you know that guy?" Doris asked Jane.

"No," Jane said.

She was so shaken by the events that the other women insisted she cut out early.

"It's your kid's birthday anyway!" Violet said. "You should be there."

"He has his friends," Jane said.

"Not the same," Doris said.

Jane clutched the cake box to her chest as she walked home. It was a two day old confection, the person who ordered it had never picked it up. Jane didn't like accepting charity, no matter how many times everyone insisted she take a fresh one despite her being unable to pay. It was hard being a single mother.

When she approached the front door it swung open without her even needing to knock.

"Thank you, James-" she began. And then froze.

"Hello Janey," Jake said. "Let me take that for you."

Jane handed the cake over numbly.

"You never told me I had an uncle!" James said as he took her coat, putting it neatly on its hook by the door.

"He's not," Jane began. "We're not related."

"But," James said. "We're not related either. You and I."

"That's different," Jae said. "Don't ask questions, it's just different."

In the kitchen James's friends were gathered, their mothers dutifully protecting the cake Jake had purchased from being devoured.

"We were waiting for you!" Jake said.

'Such a gentleman," said Mrs. Johnson from next door, giggling excitedly and blushing.

Candles were blown out, presents distributed, Jake flirted with every woman present, Jane's stomach didn't stop doing flip flops until it was dark and all the children and mothers had gone home. She sat on the porch with James while Jake smoked a pipe. James was eyeing it with great interest.

"Why are you here?" Jane asked.

"Take a drive with me," was Jake's answer. "You and James. It's not far, I promise."

Jane hesitated. She looked over at James, who was sitting as still and straight in his chair as ever, but with a look of hope on his face.

"Okay," Jane answered at last. Jake broke into a brilliant grin.

Jake had parked around the corner, probably with some idea of surprising her despite her having no clue what his car looked like. He opened the door for her and waited for her to tuck her skirt it before shutting it. James didn't bounce in the backseat in excitement, he wasn't that sort of boy, but she could tell he wanted to.

"All buckled up?" Jake asked.

"Yes," Jane said. "Let's hurry this along, James needs his rest."

"I told you, it's not far."

Jake took them out of town and onto the highway. The atmosphere in the car was tense. Jake kept trying to start conversation but Jane couldn't think of a thing to say. Eventually they fell silent and Jake turned on the radio. It was filled with static and all the songs were sad.

"We're almost there," Jake said. "I promise."

They were out far away from any town, driving up and up. She wondered what was at the top. Some elaborate vacation home, bought with his inherited fortune?

It tuned out to be nothing. He parked the car and got out, running around to open Jane's door. He was filled with nervous excitement.

"Hurry, hurry," he said. "Or we'll miss it."

Jane and James stood watching as he got a blanket from the trunk and laid it out on the grass.

"Come sit," Jake said. "And watch."

James sat between them as a buffer. Jake kept checking the time in between pointing out the constellations.

"Important stuff for a boy to know," he said. "How to find north when you're lost at sea. Oh, there it is."

Jane looked up as the stars began to move. Only they weren't stars, were they?

"A meteor shower?" Jane asked.

"Yes," Jake said. "Isn't it beautiful? You can't see it as well in town, you have to get out in the country and up high to really take in it all."

The shower last longer than Jane would have thought. By the time it started to fade away James was slumped against her side, deep asleep.

"I'll carry him to the car," Jake said.

"Thank you," Jane answered.

She folded up the blanket and followed them back. Jake tucked James into the backseat and then faces Jane.

"I missed you," Jake said, taking her hand.

"Then why did you stay away so long?"

"Jane Egbert?" he said. "You're good at disappearing. Oh don't cry."

"I'm not," Jane said. "Trick of the light."

She let him kiss her once, chastely, on the lips, before insisting he drive her home.

"Are you going to be in town long?" she asked as he stood in the doorway to leave.

"Long enough," he answered. "Perhaps I can take you to dinner sometime?"

"Perhaps," she said.

"Or dancing."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."

But he was grinning when he left.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[asherdashery]

Grandma Harley (Alpha Jade) and Jake, the Amazon Rainforest

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

[fayharley]

Warnings: minor use of slurs and kids with guns. Also haha I just realized I used English the whole time instead of Harley whoops?

The old woman was very insistent that she could handle herself. She said she had business with a tribal elder four day's journey into the jungle and if he wouldn't help her she'd find some other idiot with a compass and half a brain to do it. Benedict was going to tell her to go fuck herself when he saw the money. There were a lot of old debts in England he could pay with that money.

"Yes, yes," he said. "I'd be happy to escort such a lady as yourself, Mrs. English. It would be my honor."

"Don't suck up," she snapped. "And it's Ms. English. Come on Jake, we have a guide."

Jake turned out to be the English's grandson. He couldn't have been older than six, wide eyed and bucktoothed and always getting into everything. Benedict wanted to strangle him a mere four hours into the journey.

"Behave, Jake," English said. There was no real threat behind it. She clearly found his antics hilarious.

"Yes, grandma!" Jake answered.

When they camped for the night English set up her own tent. She sat inside with a lantern and read a storybook to Jake, who seemed more interested in the bugs outside the screens.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Not sure," English admitted.

"Mister!" he shouted at Benedict. "Mister! What's that."

"It's a bug," Benedict answered.

"What kind of bug?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

English laughed.

"Come on, bedtime Jake," she said.

The next day the kid was a little less perky but still soldiered along. It was hot and muggy, the air seeming to weigh everyone down. When they stopped for lunch English cleaned her guns, handing them to Jake to check and reload when she was finished.

"Maybe you shouldn't be giving a kid a pistol," Benedict said.

"Oh, Jake's a smart boy," English said. "Jake, what's the first rule of firearms?"

"Never point them at nothing you're not willing to kill," he answered cheerfully.

"Very good," English said.

"Do you even know what killing is?" Benedict asked.

The kid just smiled. Little creep.

Night two and day three went by without a hitch. However night three say a fierce rainstorm sweep in, flooding the river and forcing them off the path onto higher ground.

"Can you still get us there?" English asked.

"Yeah," Benedict said. "For more money."

"We'll see," English said.

Benedict stewed the whole next day over her words. Who did she think she was, the smug bitch. Just because she was rich she thought she knew everything. But he'd show her she knew nothing about the jungle.

The rainstorm had delayed them and they ended up camping a fourth night. Benedict waited until they were deep asleep before quietly unzipping their tent and grabbing English's pack. He had seen her jewelry tucked away. Probably for trading with natives and shit. Like they had any use for a gold watch, bunch of savage idiots. He dug for the velvet pouch but it wasn't there. Where could it be? Was the woman wearing it on her?

He climbed into the tent silent as could be. His years in the army hadn't gone to waste as English didn't stir. Probably half deaf. He was reaching for her when he heard the click.

"What are you doing in here?" the kid asked calmly. Benedict turned his head and stared down the barrel of the gun.

"You don't want to be doing that, kid," Benedict said.

"What. Are. You. Doing. In. Here?" the kid repeated.

"You don't have the balls," Benedict said.

"Do you really want to try that?" the kid said, even and calm as could be. Not the tiniest amount of shake in his arms.

"Let's not be hasty," Benedict said, holding up his hands. "This is a big misunderstanding-"

"Get out."

"Alright, I'm going."

"Out," the kid said. "Now."

Benedict scrambled his way free of the tent, stumbling through the camp and into the jungle. He crouched in the brush but the kid didn't seem to be following.

They made it to the village the next day. The kid was watching Benedict closely the whole time, walking behind him on the path and staring. It made the back of Benedict's head itch.

"Good trip," English said, shaking Benedict's hand farewell. "Except for the one hiccup."

"Yeah," Benedict said.

"We were talking about a little extra-"

"No, no, no," Benedict said. "No extra needed. You're already more than generous enough. I'll just be leaving. Right now. Have fun in your village."

"Thank you," English said.

"Bye!" the kid piped in. "Have a safe trip back!"

Benedict hiked a lot faster on his way home.

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[asherdashery]

AR and Aranea, the digital underworld

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

[fayharley]

"You look nice," Aranea said. She waved her hand through the red mist that made up Auto's torso.

"I always look nice," Auto responded. "The sudden semi-corporal body is simply rendering my hunkiness into a form you mortals can understand."

"I'm not mortal," Aranea pointed out.

"Nitpicking," Auto said. "Let's get this show on the road, we've got people to rescue."

As they walked down the dark tunnels things shifted around them. Constantly evolving digital code was rewriting the fabric of this virtual reality a million time a second. To those who had the capacity to see it was utterly breathtaking.

"Meh," Auto said. "When are we getting to the river?"

"River?" Aranea asked.

"What, you trolls don't have those?" Auto asked.

"Oh, we do," Aranea said. "I didn't know computers did."

"I'm not a computer," Auto said. "It's more complicated than that."

"This sort of thing is not my forte," Aranea admitted. "Programs and scripts and web thingies."

"Thingies? Is that the technical Alternian term?"

Aranea huffed.

They finally reached the river, made of broken programs howling as they writhed across the ground. If you got too close they would lash out, trying to grab your leg and suck the data from your body, reducing you to error messages and spam.

"Okay, that is legitimately kind of creepy," Auto said.

Across the waves came a boat, pushed by a lean figure in dark robes.

"But that? Just cliché," Auto said.

"Don't we need money?" Aranea asked.

"I'll just siphon some bitcoins from an idiot in Indiana," Auto said.

"I don't understand what those are," Aranea said.

"Don't worry," Auto said. "No one does."

The passing of what appeared to all non-digital entities around to be nothing but empty air satisfied the ferryman, because he gestured for Auto and Aranea to come aboard. He paddled them across the turbulent waters. They disembarked and traveled deeper, down winding steps through tunnels decorated with jpeg artifacts and comic sans graffiti.

"This truly is hell," Auto said.

Aranea nodded in agreement.

The three headed hell hound wasn't much of a threat honestly. They had its data wiped out before it could even growl.

"Hey dumbasses," came a voice. "I liked that mutt."

"Meenah!" Aranea cried. She rushed forward to the sea troll who was sprawled on the throne. Auto approached more cautiously.

"I guess I'll just get someone to make a new one," Meenah said. "There's so many programming flunkies just begging for my attention. They'd make me a hundred hounds with a hundred heads each."

"Yo," Dirk said. He was sitting in the lower throne next to Meenah, literally her right hand man.

"Yo," Auto answered.

"Here to take us back, right?" Dirk asked.

"That was the general plan."

"Ugh I don't want to leave," Meenah whined. "This place is way cooler than the last afterlife dump. Hey Aranea, why don't we ditch the buys and you stay with me? We can rule these chumps together. What do you say?"

"I guess I could like the tuna that," Aranea answered. Meenah squealed, jumping and hugging Aranea so hard they both fell to the ground.

"Let's blow this place while the lesbifins are busy," Dirk said.

"Lesbifins?" Auto asked.

"The fish puns are contagious."

PROMPT: TEAM ENGLISH

[blackouthart]

Dave<3Karkat
Road trip, somewhere on the way to Boston (bonus points if the car breaks down)
OR
At John's wedding.

FILL: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[apollosglare]

WARNING: IDK HOW CARS WORK.

"This is your fucking fault." The teen growled, kicking the old beat up car as Dave passively stood to the side as other cars passed them by. So much for this totally and ironically (but not really) passionate vacation he wanted to take Karkat on... "How is this even my fault?" Karkat glared that his authority on who was at fault was being questioned. Also he was mad at the fact that he didn't have a reason why Dave WAS at fault.

"It's your car, shouldn't you know when somethings going off the deep end? How did you not see this coming?" Another kick to the car.

"Dude, stop kicking Allyson, she had nothing to do with this."

Another kick.

Dave sighs, and turns away to lean against the car. He pulls out his phone to text something, and stares at it for a bit before putting it away. "I don't know shit about cars, we're going to have to call someone." He didn't bother looking at Karkat, who was still having some strange conniption fit over the fact that the car decided to stop working. The phone buzzed again, and he looked at it before typing back a reply and moving over to the front of the car and lifting the hood. The other teen just watched quietly, face contorted slightly in annoyance as Dave started fiddling with things.

"If you don't know anything about cars, shouldn't you stop before you fuck something up even more than you all ready have?" Dave didn't reply before checking the oil, and... "Karkat, didn't you put more oil in before we left?"

"Uh..."

The car is a piece of shit, the oil light doesn't come on all the time, so there's no indication of whether or not someone changed it besides word of mouth when you're driving 70 mph on the highway.

Sighing, the blonde moved to the trunk to get the oil, only to find it missing among their belongings. They must've taken it out to make room. Still, Dave rustled through the back looking and muttering all the while, "trips ruined like holy shit, here I was hoping we could make good time and get there with time to spare, but that shit don't work like that. It's like we got stamped with a big 'nope your plans can't work, sorry Dave' stamp, and sneezed on for good measure. I just wanted a nice weekend with my boyfriend without my Bro breathing down my neck and busting in every few seconds but I guess that's never a thing that's allowed to happen. Can't even remember to pack oil..." Closing the trunk, he moved to sit next to a guilty looking Karkat on the side of the road.

"Sorry this trip is lame so far."

The darker haired boy didn't say anything, just huffed before reaching over to grab Dave's hand and lay a head on his shoulder. "Nah, I fucked it up... It's my fault."

Dave didn't argue with him over it, but squeezed his hand to let him know he didn't blame him. "I texted my Bro, he said he'll call one of his friends in the area to come help us out."

Karkat made a face, "fuck."

"Yeah."

They were quiet for a moment, and leaned against each other in contentment with the others company. "I saw an iHop up the road if you're up to walking so we're not sitting here forever." Can't deny pancakes, Dave knew this. It was a pause before Karkat replied, "fine, but you're paying for the shit."

"Deal."

PROMPT: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[adaorardor]

Kanaya/Rose, any quadrant

Wuthering wuthering wuthering Heights!
(heaaathcliff, it's me, cathy, i've come hoooome
i'm so cooold, let me in your windowwww)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[megaparsecs]

em what have you done
what have you
done

PROMPT: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[adaorardor]

Sollux and Nepeta

ＣＥＮＴＲＡＬ  ＷＡＳＰ  ＭＯＮＯＬＩＴＨ

FILL: TEAM DAVE<3ROSE<3TEREZI

[megaparsecs]

wa2p2 no not the wa2p2!

(a/n: em you did a thing. you did a thing you know what you did must i chastise you further probs. p r o b s)

--twinArmageddons [TA] began pestering arsenicCatnip [AC]--

TA: np ii need your help
TA: ii mean not that ii need anyone2 help
TA: but iin a hypothetiical 2cenariio where ii wa2 2tuck iin the miiddle of a bunch of wa2p2
TA: ii would need your help
AC: :33 < *ac wriggles out of her cave and inspects the mustardy message*
AC: :33 < sollux what trouble have you gotten yourself into!!
AC: :33 < *she says*
TA: can we dii2pen2e wiith the rp bull2hiit untiill my a22 ii2 not iin iimediiate danger?
AC: :33< *ac turns up her nose at the rude bee boy*
TA: oh my god are you 2eriiou2
TA: *2aiid the really fuckiing annoyed guy who wa2 about to get hii2 face devoured by wa2p2*
AC: :33< okay sollux! you don’t have to be so dramatic!
AC: :33< whats the
TA: iif you 2ay purroblem ii am goiing to hack iinto your computer and 2et every iin2tance of any cat pun2 to autocorrect to “2ollux ii2 the 2marte2t troll aliive and that2 really all there ii2 to 2ay on the matter”
AC: :33< whats the problem
AC: :33< *ac says sulkily*
TA: 2hiit, iim 2orry np
TA: iim 2uch a dumb fuck 2ometiimes
AC: :33< SOLLUX! WHAT IS WRONG?
TA: okay 2o thii2 miight 2ound a liittle weiird but ii thiink iive been kiidnapped by a 2entiient hiive of wa2p2.
WM: Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ Ｏ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｈ Ｗ Ｏ Ｕ Ｌ Ｄ Ｌ Ｉ Ｋ Ｅ Ｔ Ｏ Ｖ Ｅ Ｒ Ｉ Ｆ Ｙ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｃ Ｃ Ｕ Ｒ Ａ Ｃ Ｙ Ｏ Ｆ Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｔ Ｓ Ｔ Ａ Ｔ Ｅ Ｍ Ｅ Ｎ Ｔ Ａ Ｎ Ｄ Ｗ Ｅ Ｌ Ｃ Ｏ Ｍ Ｅ Ｓ Ｏ Ｌ Ｌ Ｕ Ｘ Ｉ Ｎ Ｔ Ｏ Ｉ Ｔ Ｓ Ｍ Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｔ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ Ｕ Ｅ Ｄ Ｅ Ｍ Ｂ Ｒ Ａ Ｃ Ｅ
TA: IIT KEEP2 DOIING THAT!
AC: :33< *ac is confused, she thought sollux could control insects with his powers?*
TA: ye2, ii can control BEE2, but not the2e damn wa2p2 apparently
WM: Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ Ｏ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｈ Ａ Ｐ Ｏ Ｌ Ｏ Ｇ Ｉ Ｚ Ｅ Ｓ Ｉ Ｎ Ｆ Ｏ Ｒ Ｍ Ｓ Ｃ Ｈ Ａ Ｓ Ｔ Ｉ Ｓ Ｅ Ｓ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｏ Ｆ Ｃ Ｏ Ｕ Ｒ Ｓ Ｅ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｃ Ａ Ｎ Ｎ Ｏ Ｔ Ｃ Ｏ Ｎ Ｔ Ｒ Ｏ Ｌ Ｂ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｅ Ｓ Ｃ Ａ Ｐ Ｅ Ｕ Ｓ Ｗ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ Ｎ Ｙ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ａ Ｒ Ｅ Ｏ Ｎ Ｅ
WM: Ｃ Ｏ Ｒ Ｒ Ｅ Ｃ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｄ Ｄ Ｅ Ｎ Ｄ Ｕ Ｍ Ａ Ｍ Ｕ Ｓ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｊ Ｏ Ｋ Ｅ Ｏ Ｒ Ｔ Ｗ Ｏ Ｗ Ｈ Ｉ Ｃ Ｈ Ｅ Ｖ Ｅ Ｒ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｐ Ｒ Ｅ Ｆ Ｅ Ｒ
TA: fuck off
WM: T U M U T
AC: :33< *ac straightens up to her full height and puffs out her fearsome chest!*
AC: :33< sollux im coming for you!
AC: :33< are you at your hive?
TA: ye2
TA: ye2 a2 far a2 ii can tell ii thiink theyre ju2t keepiing me 2urrounded iin my hiive
WM: Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ａ Ｒ Ｅ Ｉ Ｎ Ｏ Ｕ Ｒ Ｗ Ａ Ｒ Ｍ Ｔ Ｅ Ｎ Ｔ Ａ Ｃ Ｌ Ｅ Ｄ Ｇ Ｒ Ａ Ｓ Ｐ
AC: :33< *ac grrowls threateningly at the monolith*
AC: :33< i nefur met a wasp i couldnt trap!
AC: :33< pounce used to get stung by them all the time
AC: :33< until they got to know me better ;3
TA: ahahaha youre the be2t nepeta
TA: ii owe you one
AC: :33< two!
TA: okay two youre riight
WM: Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ｏ Ｎ Ｏ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｈ Ｄ Ｏ Ｅ Ｓ Ｎ Ｏ Ｔ Ｆ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｄ Ｒ Ｅ Ａ Ｄ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ａ Ｃ
AC: :33< yeah but do you fear the mighty strength of the great lioness nepeta leijon?
WM: Ｏ Ｈ Ｓ Ｈ Ｉ Ｔ

PROMPT: TEAM ROSE<3ROXY

[adaorardor]

Aradia and Jade

Minnesota OR St. Olaf (the fictional town from Golden Girls or the real college)

FILL: TEAM JADE<3KARKAT

[oxfordroulette]

(HOLY SHIT WHO ARE YOU?????)

You finish your soup then shove two trays down your shirt at the encouragement of Dave and Rose. John takes the other two. You have no idea how they got out of smuggling these babies, but they somehow won you over with "it's tradition, we never dirty our hands with fiberglass splinters" and well, you can't argue with that.

You both make it past the angry caf guard (how do they not notice your chest is a box???) and giggle down a flight of stairs and outside into the winter wind.

"Shit, man," Dave shudders. "Why did I decide to go here? This is like a typhoon of everything I'm not adapted to."

"You say this every year!" you reply. "Music program, duh."

"Besides," John says. "This is perfect weather for sledding! It builds character and general manliness!"

"Fuck your manliness, let me have my cargo shorts and sunburn."

You shake off your shoes in your room at Melby, an old old dorm that you've always loved to run around in. You get an excuse to do this once in a while because you're an RA and that's part of your job. Good job, best benefits.

You plop the tray down on your bed, and writhe in excitement for the annual late-night sledding party. You're on duty at 11, but after that it's a free-for-all shitfest of getting your butt wet with snow and unwashed dishware.

The lights flicker after your first shift. It's nothing new, it does that sometimes, but just in your room. Sometimes you like to pretend its haunted. You've heard stories of ghostly women in white at campfires and Halloween events, but you think most of it is a load of bull (except for that one about the dead man hanging up a hat on a phone, that one gives you the heebie-jeebies!).

You study biochem until 11, then step out with your binder into the hallway. Nothing eventful, no students smoking or drinking (loudly, anyway! You're not a mean RA), and you return to your room.

The lights are off. You never turn your lights off for shifts, but maybe one of your friends snuck in here when you weren't looking. You flick the light switch. Nothing happens.

This looks like a bad prank in the making. "Ahahahaha, uh, John? Are you in here?" you say.

No answer. Maybe the lightbulb burnt out? You're debating whether you should break into the supply room or go find a janitor to change it, when the door slams shut behind you, knocking you to the floor.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it that hard! Are you alright?"

You try to say, "Oh my gosh! Who said that? Are you a ghost?" but it comes out more like a quiet scream in the back of your throat.

A figure flickers in front of your glasses. It kind of looks like an old movie missing a few frames here and there, stilted and jumpy, not really with a physical form. She's a grey looking girl, with long hair that probably was the color of yours in life, and a ripped, white dress.

"You're- you're the woman in white!" you say, not sure what to do. Talk to it? Call John and get him to bring his ghost-busting vacuum over?

"I think so! That's what the stories about me say!" she laughs, then sits down in front of you. "My name is Aradia! I think your name is Jade?"

"It is," you say. You're a little bit nervous, talking to a ghost. What kinds of questions do you ask a ghost? "Um, Aradia? If you don't mind me asking... Why are you talking to me of all people?"

"I've been hanging out in this room for EONS!" she says, excitedly. "I always appear to whoever lives here around this time of year. It's part of the fun of being dead."

"I see?" you don't really.

"Anyway! I have a favor to ask of you! An activity to grant to a passing soul. Consider it part of... the journey. To my afterlife. Like a big, dead roadtrip. Spanning like, a hundred years and involving a lot of sledding."

"Ask away!" Granting a wish to a ghost? Sounds exciting!

"Would you take me sledding with you tonight?"

"I guess? How will you fit on the tray?"

"Oh, I'll grab onto you! Don't worry about that. And your friends probably wont see me either, so there is nothing to worry about."

You were not expecting this adventure! You agree and ask Aradia a few questions. She's annoyingly vague about the afterlife, but she seems like a really cool person! You make her promise to talk to you after tonight.

You run to Old Main to meet your friends, Aradia floating behind you and glistening in the lights. She was right, they don't see her... Which is too bad, because you wanted to show her off to your pals! Oh well.

You mount your trays at the top of the hill. You try to squeeze yourself tightly on your tray, but you always end up being too big for it so your legs float off the end. You feel a little warmer when Aradia snuggles up to you and wraps her arms around your neck. You're about to ask for a push from Rose, but Aradia flicks her wrist and a strong gust of wind blows you down the hill.

You both screech with excitement as you slide down the steep hill, flying off bumps in the way, and finally falling off your makeshift sled and rolling a few feet before coming to a halt in the big snowy field.

"Hey, Aradia," you ask, dabbing your face with your mittens. "When does your big, interstellar roadtrip on a sled come to a close?"

"Not for a while. I'm having too much fun haunting this place!" she smiles and grabs your hand. "What do you say we begin the trek back up?"

"No fair," you say. "You don't have legs! You don't get to feel the pain of this in the morning!"

She just laughs.

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[apollosglare]

John<3Jade

Rainforest

PROMPT: TEAM BRO<3GRANDPA

[apollosglare]

Sollux<3John

Italy

FILL: TEAM ERIDAN<3SOLLUX

[evapples]

I hope this is okay!

PROMPT: TEAM ARADIA <3 FEFERI

[alciera]

John <>/<3 Vriska
The moon

PROMPT: Team Autoresponder<3Roxy

[ramus]

Aradia<3Rose

A Mayan Pyramid

PROMPT: TEAM DAVE<3JADE

[asherdashery]

Dave and Jake, gen
Panem (The Hunger Games)

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3EQUIUS

[cypher]

Equius♥Aradia
forgotten ruins

FILL: TEAM KARKAT<>SOLLUX

[grausam]

great prompt!

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3EQUIUS

[cypher]

Sollux♥Karkat
in the airport during a layover

FILL: TEAM John<3Rose

[astrologicallydubious]

"Can we just sit the fuck down already? We've got to be on the wrong side of the airport by now," Karkat growls from behind you. You continue to walk, scouring the walls and floors and pillars between the seats.

"We're only a few gateth away. And not until we find an outlet, my laptop needth to charge."

"Who gives a shit about your laptop, I need to charge. I can't remember the last time I slept. While you were passed out and drooling like a barkbeast on sopor that disgusting human wiggler was kicking the back of my seat for almost the entirety of that thousand-sweep flight."

When you stop, Karkat runs into your back and growls, rubbing at his nose.

"Jethuth Chritht, KK, shut up. I found an outlet."

You kneel down to pull the power cord out of your shoulder bag and Karkat flops into the nearest chair, letting his backpack fall at his feet. You settle into the seat next to him with your computer.

"What's it going to be, another five fucking hours?" Karkat grumbles, leaning toward you to look at your screen, even though it's still turning on. "This is the shittiest place to spend all afternoon. The food is expensive as all fuck and tastes like processed grubloaf to boot, and the seats are basically rocks with minimal padding, and all these noisy grubfuckers and their constant droning announcements make it impossible to sit back, take a deep whiff of the stale, sweaty air, and relax."

"We could leave," you suggest, searching for a wi-fi signal. "There'th probably thome nithe rethtaurantth outthide the airport. Hell, we could get a hotel tho you can get your beauty thleep, god knowth you need it. But we'll have to come back thoon."

"Oh hell no, I would rather sit in this airport for the rest of my pitifully short lifespan, build a nice home here, eat at Burger Emperor every day, raise a family, die of fuel fume intake, and be buried beneath the souvenir shop than go through security again. You are a walking alarm. TSA probably breaks down sobbing whenever they see you coming. 'Hold on, jutht let me remove my laptop, and my PDA, and my watch, and my iPod, and' you know what, why don't you just take off all your clothes and run through the scanners naked so we all know you're not a walking bomb."

You sip the coffee you got as soon as you were off the plane. "Nah, you're the only one who would apprethiate the view. Bethideth, I am a walking bomb, I could hijack the airplane with jutht my brain and they can't confithcate that."

"Sollux Captor, scourge of the fucking skies. You are a terror to travel with, you know that?" Karkat leans his head against you and squirms, trying not to dig his cheek into your bony shoulder. "Well, no, I guess past-me was the bulgelicker getting into idiotic arguments with the flight attendants, so you're just the most abominable shitstain for putting up with me."

"Jutht go to sleep, KK." You pat his hand, resting on his knee.

Karkat's other hand reaches up to grab yours and, all complaints aside, it looks like he's already drifting off. "If you don't wake me up and we miss our flight, you're not going to live to see California," he mumbles.

"I'll wake you up when we thtart boarding."

It's kind of hard to type with one hand, but you don't let go.

PROMPT: TEAM DIRK<3EQUIUS

[cypher]

Gamzee♥Tavros
on tour with a band