MSPA fan-fiction

[JudgeDeadd]

@sarasvati, you craft poetry. A river-flow of words that soothes.

[northernVehemence]

@PaulPower -- I love the way you write Jade. that was adorable. And I love your attention to detail, like John's photo being titled "bluhbluh". I'm kind of bummed that that was the last part, but now you get to write something new, right? right????

@sarasvati -- wow. I completely agree with Judgedeadd on this one -- that was poetry. it made me really sad to read that, thinking about the leap of faith Rose was taking with Dave. but that was absolutely beautiful. Never, never stop.

[PaulPower]

@ saravasti, G_I, nV: thanks guys . I dunno, I thought I'd end it on a high with Jade seeing the events that got them all together. I kind of felt that the only place to take it from there was to have Grandpa die, which would sort of run counter to the cutesy tone of the series. Young Jade is a lot of fun to write for though.

I've got some other stuff planned, generally stuff in the same continuity as Light, Savior, 4WG, Electromechanism and Softly. I'm working on something to put between Light and Savior, but I've also had a neat idea for the Kids showing up on Skaia to get the Bunny, and meeting up with John's Dad, Rose's Mom and... hell, why not. White King. Now that should be fun, characterising a guy whose only appearance so far is one Flash video .

[Valter]

I have decided to cool my incandescent hatred of present tense by writing something with it in the style that I believe suits it best.


IMP

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I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died a total of thirty-six times.

Life at the bottom of the totem pole isn't so bad, really. Nobody expects anything of me, after all, so when I do get something done everybody gets all pleasantly surprised. Then I can usually get away with taking the rest of the day off.

...Looks like I won't be getting any time off this time around, though. Here he comes, with all those smashy hammers of his. Oh well, maybe with this umbrella I pilfered I'll be able to land a hit or tw-

No dice.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died thirty-seven times.

Getting plucked from the formless void of unbeing is a bit of a strange experience. Just a small popping sound and there you are, with a new body and a vague memory of your last death.

I could do better, if I wanted to. Gather favor with my Denizen and come back as an Ogre or Lich. Never been much of an overachiever, though. I'll be an imp 'till the day I die. Well, probably even a bit longer than tha-

Oof! I didn't even see him that time!

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and that was my thirty-eighth death.

Ah! Sometimes dying has its benefits. I've been all over the Land of Wind and Shade by now. Spawn in a new place every single time, and I've gotten some great views. Like this one. I think I can see the Heir's house from here!

Spawning on a mountaintop means more wind, though. Brrrrr! Sometimes I envy the imps at the Land of Heat and Clockwork. They get to relax a bit more on their sauna world. At least the sun's always blocked off here. I wouldn't be able to stand having that in my eyes all the time.

...No sun, perhaps, but there's the Son, here to hammer me into another life. Sometimes I wish I could hide and wait for him to pass, and then jump out and hit him while he's surprised. I'm just not made for it, though. This stupid oil gets on everything I touch! There's no way he'd fail to notice the mess I leave behind me. Guess I should just accept the inevitable.

...

Oh? Looks like he got caught up in a conversation with one of his accomplices. Now would be the perfect time for a counterattack! Shale Imp number 359 and I, we've been palling around for ages, we've got just the thing in mind for the kid.

It's a two-imp maneuver. I start out by sneaking right up behind the Heir, and I get down on my hands and knees. Then 359 rushes out as fast as he can, and- Yes! The Heir stumbles right over me and sprawls out all over the ground. I suppose I could try hitting him now, but I can't stop laughing. I never thought I'd pull that off!

...Wow, he looks really angry. I should probably stop goofing off and get out of he-

Whoops! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I am thirty-nine times dead.



TT: ...John?
EB: sorry, i'm back.
TT: What happened?
EB: oh, nothing important.
EB: just some dumb imps.

[Solaris]

I have decided to cool my incandescent hatred of present tense by writing something with it in the style that I believe suits it best.


IMP

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I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died a total of thirty-six times.

Life at the bottom of the totem pole isn't so bad, really. Nobody expects anything of me, after all, so when I do get something done everybody gets all pleasantly surprised. Then I can usually get away with taking the rest of the day off.

...Looks like I won't be getting any time off this time around, though. Here he comes, with all those smashy hammers of his. Oh well, maybe with this umbrella I pilfered I'll be able to land a hit or tw-

No dice.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died thirty-seven times.

Getting plucked from the formless void of unbeing is a bit of a strange experience. Just a small popping sound and there you are, with a new body and a vague memory of your last death.

I could do better, if I wanted to. Gather favor with my Denizen and come back as an Ogre or Lich. Never been much of an overachiever, though. I'll be an imp 'till the day I die. Well, probably even a bit longer than tha-

Oof! I didn't even see him that time!

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and that was my thirty-eighth death.

Ah! Sometimes dying has its benefits. I've been all over the Land of Wind and Shade by now. Spawn in a new place every single time, and I've gotten some great views. Like this one. I think I can see the Heir's house from here!

Spawning on a mountaintop means more wind, though. Brrrrr! Sometimes I envy the imps at the Land of Heat and Clockwork. They get to relax a bit more on their sauna world. At least the sun's always blocked off here. I wouldn't be able to stand having that in my eyes all the time.

...No sun, perhaps, but there's the Son, here to hammer me into another life. Sometimes I wish I could hide and wait for him to pass, and then jump out and hit him while he's surprised. I'm just not made for it, though. This stupid oil gets on everything I touch! There's no way he'd fail to notice the mess I leave behind me. Guess I should just accept the inevitable.

...

Oh? Looks like he got caught up in a conversation with one of his accomplices. Now would be the perfect time for a counterattack! Shale Imp number 359 and I, we've been palling around for ages, we've got just the thing in mind for the kid.

It's a two-imp maneuver. I start out by sneaking right up behind the Heir, and I get down on my hands and knees. Then 359 rushes out as fast as he can, and- Yes! The Heir stumbles right over me and sprawls out all over the ground. I suppose I could try hitting him now, but I can't stop laughing. I never thought I'd pull that off!

...Wow, he looks really angry. I should probably stop goofing off and get out of he-

Whoops! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I am thirty-nine times dead.



TT: ...John?
EB: sorry, i'm back.
TT: What happened?
EB: oh, nothing important.
EB: just some dumb imps.

Yea, now that we know that the Imps are pretty chill bros, it is kinda weird to see through their perspective.
I mean, one was actually sad for Tavros and I don't think that the posse was exactly sad to going along and being awesome.
God damnit.
Now I am going to feel a little bad for the imps.
Thanks a lot Valter.
Humpf.

[mediokreKarapase]

Ha! Real clever Valter. I likey.

[Zuki]

Also, for what it's worth, I didn't find it hard to understand at all.

[CeeJay]

Hey guys. I'm really sorry I haven't been keeping up here. To be perfectly honest, the forum layout for fics is really confusing for me. It's not at all what I'm used to, and I find navigating the comments and hunting down fic (especially fic posted in parts) to be difficult. I luv that discussion and fic all meet up here in this thread, but it's just not how my brain works.

So I've been really enjoying that some fics are getting posted to AO3 now. It's much much easier for me to read them there.

But I still want to be a part of the community as much as I can. So I've popped in to give some comments.

VagabondRaiser! I am luving what I've read so far of Flavors. So far I've just finished part 4. I'm really excited, because honesly I don't know how it's going to end and I can't wait to find out. I suppose I should note that I kinda, sorta, ship every combination of John/Terezi/Karkat. So, yeah, I'm super excited.

I read two other fics and left comments on their AO3 pages. Tea and Consiquences and some song fics by nextian. Both are fantastic and I highly reccomend them.

And upon popping in here I noticed Valter's IMP story. It was short so I thought I'd take a look. I really liked it. Especially the end, I'm glad the imp got his giggles.


I've also been working on a fic. Most of what I write are just fluffy oneshots, but I'm trying something different with this one. My friend has been helping me a lot. So far I've finished part 3 of what will probably be a 5 (maybe 6) part fic. I'm always hesitant about posting things before they're finished though. What do you guys think?

[JudgeDeadd]

Ooh! It's good to see the imp is taking it in stride. Nice guy.

[Graven_Image]

I found IMP to be quite funny. Would No. 462 be the one that got knocked off the cliff with the Cosbytop, perchance?

[crash826]

I was thinking of writing a fic about the effects of the Prankster's Gambit... Do so Y/N?

Also I loved IMP.

[Tenebrais]

I would love to see what you've done with your fic so far, CJ. No harm in posting a work in progress.

Also Imp was so great.

[Tezrial]

I was thinking of writing a fic about the effects of the Prankster's Gambit... Do so Y/N?

I'd really say it's up to you as to whether or not you should write this. I hate to beat a dead horse, but I feel that art should be for the enjoyment of the artist. If it's something you are interested in and would like to write about-- By all means, go for it! I pretty much guarantee that it will be well received.

I'll just leave this here, because well...who doesn't love flowcharts?

[sarasvati]

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Zuki: oh my gosh seriously?? I am kind of beside myself and so beyond touched. <3<3<3

foxesforsale: thank you! and yes dear god read and write go go go!! I will keep writing if it gets you back into it!

Graven Image: yes. oh my god yes it is.

JudgeDeadd: poetry, really? that is such a compliment, thank you! <3

northernVehemence: haha all this poetry stuff is making me nervous, but thank you. :) I agree, it is sad to think about, that Rose and Dave take their leaps of faith together and one dies while the other lives.

Valter: that wasn't so bad, was it? ;) I thought that was pretty cute, and it had a very "This is Claire Bennet, and that was attempt number six" vibe to it. I like it!

Tez: that is the best chart. there are no better charts.

[okniwy]

Hello everybody.

First, I want to say that I've been following this thread since Tenabrais wrote House Party, and every single thing I've read since then has been golden. That includes so many stories, not all of them, but I'd hazard that all the stories here are good. All of them.

As it is, I'd like to take a crack at writing an epic. I'll be frank with you, it's about the wonderful Highway Landscapes that I help plan with the Iscribble group in the fan-art thread. However, I need to set it up a little, so this will be chapter 0.
And Now:

S'PEED Chapter 0: A Request

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Andrew Hussie was generally a happy man. He wrote a webcomic that had a fan base bordering on, no, well past rabid, and he does it because he wants to, not because anyone is forcing him. Whatever it is he does to pay living expenses is unobtrusive enough not to really be known. And, barring talk of the suggestion boxes, nothing really bothers him.

Well, there should be nothing.

The fact that there is young man dressed in brown standing in his den seems to want to contest that statement, triumph through fatality, plan a cheap funeral for it, miss said funeral, and drunkenly desecrate the statement's grave at one in the morning after the stag party for the concept of BlackRom (which is getting married to RedRom the next day) that it went to instead. But that digression can be fleshed out some other day.

Andrew: "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?!"
Mr. Brown: "Oh, your awake."
AH: "Answer my question! And get away from my side of Forth Wa-Ahhh. I see."
MB: "Now your getting it. I came in though the huge gap in reality that you casually hang like it's a cheap reproduction of "Starry Night" that you got from Sears. As for my name, I believe that we spoke before on the forums? okniwy is my moniker."

Andrew took another look at this intruder. He seemed to have an aura of casualness to him, but as Hussie was not skilled in the ways of spiritual energy, he use other methods to pin how casual this "okniwy" was. Mostly, it was the way he was dressed. From the bottom up; Sensible brown shoes. Brown cargo pants that were obviously being used to their fullest extent. A gray belt with an elaborate set of keys hanging off one belt loop and a pouch, most likely holding a cell phone, on the opposite side. A brown T-shirt with a brown pinstripe dress shirt on top, two writing utensils in the breast pocket. Glasses that looked two years too old framed dark eyes. And a hat that Andrew wanted desperately to call a beret, but wasn't, brown in a way that can only be done by washing a single black item with a load of brown, adorned short, black, curly hair. In his hand was a white and red paper bag.

Andrew was not impressed.

AH: "What do you want?"
o: "Yes, getting straight to the point. I'm writing a fan fiction, and I was wondering if I could borrow your characters' consciousnesses?"
AH: "No. Never. Mental insertion is always a bad idea. Also, you broke space and time to ask something that could be asked over the forums. Big no."
o: "If your afraid that I'd screw them up by having them go through an adventure that in the end doesn't happen, all I have to do is write that they are none the wiser, and the won't be. They won't even know what's going on as long as I don't write that they figure it out!"
AH: "No. Just no."
o: "I was hoping that it wouldn't come down to this. I was hungry."


okniwy opened the bag he was holding and fished out a smaller foil bag with the same red and white design, only to pull a round amber item from that.

o: "Will you let me do it for this?"

Andrew took a long hard look at the proffered poultry on a bun. He then solemnly nodded his head. He knew when he was beat. There was a behavior that he only recently trained into himself, but it took hard and fast, probably like a Lusus to a young Troll, although we can't be too sure about that. Still, if there was anything that was true it was this, and Andrew thought of it word for word as he took a bite out of his prize:

"Andrew Hussie always yields to the Chicken Sandwich Question."

So... Any thoughts?

[PaulPower]

I have decided to cool my incandescent hatred of present tense by writing something with it in the style that I believe suits it best.


IMP

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I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died a total of thirty-six times.

Life at the bottom of the totem pole isn't so bad, really. Nobody expects anything of me, after all, so when I do get something done everybody gets all pleasantly surprised. Then I can usually get away with taking the rest of the day off.

...Looks like I won't be getting any time off this time around, though. Here he comes, with all those smashy hammers of his. Oh well, maybe with this umbrella I pilfered I'll be able to land a hit or tw-

No dice.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I have died thirty-seven times.

Getting plucked from the formless void of unbeing is a bit of a strange experience. Just a small popping sound and there you are, with a new body and a vague memory of your last death.

I could do better, if I wanted to. Gather favor with my Denizen and come back as an Ogre or Lich. Never been much of an overachiever, though. I'll be an imp 'till the day I die. Well, probably even a bit longer than tha-

Oof! I didn't even see him that time!

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and that was my thirty-eighth death.

Ah! Sometimes dying has its benefits. I've been all over the Land of Wind and Shade by now. Spawn in a new place every single time, and I've gotten some great views. Like this one. I think I can see the Heir's house from here!

Spawning on a mountaintop means more wind, though. Brrrrr! Sometimes I envy the imps at the Land of Heat and Clockwork. They get to relax a bit more on their sauna world. At least the sun's always blocked off here. I wouldn't be able to stand having that in my eyes all the time.

...No sun, perhaps, but there's the Son, here to hammer me into another life. Sometimes I wish I could hide and wait for him to pass, and then jump out and hit him while he's surprised. I'm just not made for it, though. This stupid oil gets on everything I touch! There's no way he'd fail to notice the mess I leave behind me. Guess I should just accept the inevitable.

...

Oh? Looks like he got caught up in a conversation with one of his accomplices. Now would be the perfect time for a counterattack! Shale Imp number 359 and I, we've been palling around for ages, we've got just the thing in mind for the kid.

It's a two-imp maneuver. I start out by sneaking right up behind the Heir, and I get down on my hands and knees. Then 359 rushes out as fast as he can, and- Yes! The Heir stumbles right over me and sprawls out all over the ground. I suppose I could try hitting him now, but I can't stop laughing. I never thought I'd pull that off!

...Wow, he looks really angry. I should probably stop goofing off and get out of he-

Whoops! Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

...

I am Shale Imp number 462, and I am thirty-nine times dead.



TT: ...John?
EB: sorry, i'm back.
TT: What happened?
EB: oh, nothing important.
EB: just some dumb imps.

Haha, brilliant. I always love seeing glimpses inside the minds of minions. And John and Rose's conversation at the end was a nice twist.

[reclusiveAmateur]

Valter-- nice one!

Saras-- oh my god that is my favorite panel. The one where Dave ejects his sylladex and flips backward into the crowsprite-- it is my favorite panel, and that is why. The end had me so teary-eyed. just. never ever ever ever stop.

Also, thanks ceejay! (tea and consequences was my first posted fic here. when people still remember it it gives me the warm fuzzies ;D)

[Graven_Image]

@Okniwy: That's an alright opening, you just had a few spelling errors. You seem to miss putting in a letter every so often. For example:

baring talk of the suggestion boxes

Should have been:

barring talk of the suggestion boxes

Other than the spelling, it was pretty good.

[northernVehemence]

more "rAiNbOw MiRaClE bOx"!!

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I don’t even know what time it is. I’ve been at my computer for a while. I trolled Tavros for a little and helped him finish his rap, then Karkat walked by so I tried to look busy, then I think Aradia came over and I started thinking some really deep shit about life and death and blood.

But I don’t really remember too well.

I’m still sitting at my terminal when I feel a soft tap on my shoulder. I look up, and, hey, it’s Kanaya smiling gently down at me. I like her a lot. She’s a really nice troll, but she hasn’t been feeling that good lately since that whole thing with Vriska and Tavros. So every so often she comes to me for some help.

Wait.

I mean, “some Gagic.”

I stand up and give her a big old hug, because why the fuck not? She whispers in my ear, “Can we go somewhere?” I nod and she takes me by the hand and leads me back toward my own room. I think she didn’t want to go to hers because it’s right next to Vriska’s.

Anyway, she sits on the edge of my bed and I sit beside her. I can just see the weight of all her auspistice responsibilities and her trolling duties and her broken-heartedness in the way she sits, slumped over like a wilting flower.

She talks for a while. I try to focus and listen, but it’s hard for me. She doesn’t seem to mind, though. I think just having someone with her while she talks is all she wants. Her conversation is all about Vriska again, and Tavros, Eridan, Feferi, and everyone else who’s involved in this whole mess. It’s times like these that I’m really glad that I’m not an auspistice. That shit’s complicated as hell.

She’s still trying to talk, but I can tell it’s hard for her. As sad as she is, though, she doesn’t cry. I try do to her the same thing I do to get Nepeta to calm down. When she takes a break from talking to think or sob or anything, I come down on her with a hug. I pat her back and play with her hair, I hold her hand and hum to her.

Her skin has the same leathery texture as the rest of the us, but hers is especially soft. I imagine that human skin must feel something like hers. It’s almost like it’s made from one of those fabrics that she uses to make her clothing.

I tell her about that, when she stops talking. I tell her about how soft she is, and about how I like her clothes that she makes, and about all the colors she uses and what they mean to me. She listens, but I can tell she’s lost in her own thoughts. It’s okay though. I was too when I was supposed to be listening to her.

When we get to the point where we just sit side-by-side in silence, she stands up and wraps her arms around me tightly. “Thanks,” she sighs, and I think she means it. With a sad smile, she leaves.

The times I have with Kanaya are always serious. Afterwards, I almost always need something to pick me up. I wander over to the thermal hull in the corner of my room and look inside.

I’m down to my last quarter of a pie. I’d tried really hard to ration and make every bite count, but I’ve never been one for thinking ahead too far. Oh well. I guess if I’m just going to run out sooner or later, it might as well be sooner.

I take the pie out of the hull and sit back up on my bed. This’ll be my last piece for a while. Maybe forever. That sort of bums me out, because I really like these pies.

Tavros and Kanaya are always telling me that I shouldn’t be eating the sopor slime, but I think that’s just because they’ve never tried it for themselves. It’s the most amazing feeling in the world. You just sort of melt into the ground and mellow out. You look around and everything’s more vivid -- the colors, the sounds, the lights. Not to mention everything is funnier on sopor slime. I used to just sit in my room and laugh and eat all day. It was great. I do sort of miss my old room. And my lusus, even though I never saw him much.

I look down and realize that I’ve finished the pie. Shit.

I didn’t even get to savor my last piece, I just ate it without even thinking. What a fucking drag. That’s almost enough to keep me feeling down about everything, but it’s not quite enough because suddenly the world is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

The colors of my room are vibrating against my eyes. Everything is so vivid -- so wonderful -- why am I the only one to know about how beautiful everything is so awesome.

I fall back on my soft love-rabbit-cloud. If I thought it was soft this morning, I had no idea how soft it would be right now it’s softer than it ever was this morning.

I have to close my eyes are hurting from the bright colors are beautiful. everything I love the colors. It’s just

the so beautiful

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only one part after this, guys!!

[Graven_Image]

THE COLORS. THE BEAUUUTIFUUUL COLOOOORS.

[VagabondRaiser]

Whoo, you used (a variation) of my suggestion! (Works out better that way anyway-- s'like a fuckin' miracle, I don't even know, man.)

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Dayum. Feels like I just took a brief slime-trip. I like the way his thoughts start collapsing as the sopor slime starts to take effect (and wow, does it kick in fast!). Coherency doesn't just take a backseat to description, it gets swallowed whole.

Why do I get the feeling the final part's going to be him going through withdrawal symptoms? And that was a whole quarter of a pie-- if he's been rationing himself up until that point, wouldn't that mean cramming a whole quarter down at once is almost like an overdose?

Maybe I'm just over-thinking it, but my brain does that. I should probably get back to writing 'Knight at the Museum'.

[okniwy]

Thanks Graven_Image, everything checked out in spell check, so apparently the words sans letters are still words...

Also, Gamzee wouldn't overdose from a quarter of a pie, would he? I assumed that in his heyday he ate them whole. Withdrawl, on the other hand, would be something to worry about.

[Sushi Database]

Thanks Graven_Image, everything checked out in spell check, so apparently the words sans letters are still words...

Also, Gamzee wouldn't overdose from a quarter of a pie, would he? I assumed that in his heyday he ate them whole. Withdrawl, on the other hand, would be something to worry about.

I didn't think he was overdosing. I assumed he was just trippin balls.

[VagabondRaiser]

Yeah, I figured I was just reading too much into it. I've never gone on a headtrip ('cept that one time I had a bad case of the flu and it turned out my Nyquil was two months out of date, but that was just a load of weird dreams).

Stay tuned, folks, 'cause that request northernVehemence and I are working on, 'Knight at the Museum' (a Dave/Terezi short), is nearing completion! It'll probably be posted tonight. She's basically done with the pictures, and I'm about to wrap up the writing. It'll be posted over in the Romart thread (since it was a request there) and we'll link you to it here when it's posted.

[Sushi Database]

I've gone on, um, a few. Maybe that's why I like gamzee so much. :O

A-anyway.

Looking forward to seeing the collab!