Shebus, I've been away for a while. School and life have been tearing me a new one, and I've spent most of my off-time working on music (something I wish to turn from a hobby to maybe something that pays eventually). Not to say I haven't been working on fanfiction, however: I've got half-chapters written for both Flights of Fancy and Flavors, although the latter is going to sit and wait for me to get off my lazy tuckus and start tying off the ragged unfinished afghan blanket that consists of my loose ends.
In the meantime, have a snippet from the next Flights of Fancy:
"...my... name is... Rose..."
"Good, you are remembering quickly. Do you remember my name?"
Seeking a place with a little more privacy than the kitchen, Kanaya had withdrawn to her atrium, fleshy pink ward in tow. Seated on a stone bench (skillfully crafted by Tavros, who proved to be surprisingly artistic when he could put his mind to things), surrounded by beautiful and exotic plantlife, she was systematically reteaching Rose the basics.
Her stay would be that much less of a hassle if she could communicate, after all.
"Very good," She said with a smile, and Rose's face lit up with satisfaction. It was somewhat unnerving, seeing the countenance that she was so adjusted to seeing veiled smirks and vague displeasure on showing such naked emotion.
"And the girl in the kitchen was...?" she asked.
"Vriska!" Rose spouted, and Kanaya closed her eyes, nodding. "That's right. She's--"
"Vriska!" Rose repeated, but not from in front of her. Kanaya's eyes opened and Rose wasn't on the bench any more. Whipping around, she saw the human clinging to Vriska's side, the latter of whom bemusedly half-returned the hug.
"Thought I'd find you here. Captain Rageface is calling another of his 'meetings'. Computers are screwing up or something," she grumbled.
"Captain?" Rose asked curiously, and Vriska looked down at her.
"Oh, sorry. Karkat, our 'iiiiiiiillustrious leader'. You know him as carcinoGeneticist," She clarified, and Rose frowned.
"CG," she mumbled, and Kanaya found herself proud. At this rate, Rose would be back to her old self before two days were out.
"A technical error never was a sufficient reason for him to call a meeting before," Kanaya said as she stood, smoothing out the front of her signature red dress. "What makes this occasion special?"
The look on Vriska's face darkened, and she shook her head, idly giving the shorter human girl's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "No idea, but he's extra pissy today. Yelled for me to get you and Equius and get back 'five fucking minutes ago,' as he put it."
"CG is always angry," Rose grumbled, pulling away from Vriska. She almost sounded like her usual self that time, although the way she tromped back to Kanaya's side was decidedly un-Rose-like, better suited for a four-sweep-old.
"I suppose Rose will have to wait in my room, then," Kanaya admitted. "Would you please take her there, Vriska? I will inform Equius about the meeting, I assume he is in the observatory again."
Shrugging, Vriska beckoned for Rose, and the Earth-girl looked to Kanaya for confirmation. At her nod, Rose scampered up to Vriska, immediately grabbing hold of her hand with a smile. Flushing, Vriska snapped her head up and cleared her throat.
"Er, right. Let's go," she mumbled, and Kanaya hid a smile behind her hand as the two left the Atrium.
I think it's the same thing that makes me read Ohaldo from OSC's work as "Oh-HAAL-doe". Except different in that it's a mental image. Eh.
My personal headcanon vis a vis heights (take it as you will):
< : One head height (about ten inches or so, or roughly 25 cm)
! : Matched height, comparatively; one on the left is within six inches (roughly 15 cm) shorter.
= : Equal height, within two cm, no distinction toward sides
Tavros(wheelchair) < Nepeta = Terezi ! Dave < Rose ! Karkat = John ! Jade = Kanaya ! Aradia = Sollux < Vriska ! Feferi < Eridan + Gamzee ! Tavros(with legs) = Equius
I included Tavros twice because it gives a rough approximation for their heights to consider chair-bound he's a head shorter than Nepeta and Terezi.
Some specific balances are Rose < Kanaya < Vriska, Terezi < John = Karkat, and Karkat < Sollux.
...wow, I think I've gone crosseyed from looking at my own formatting.
Originally Posted by Kawa
I feel like trying my hand at some hopefully fluffy Homestuck fanfic. Any suggestions, anyone?
THE GODS DEMAND A ROMANTIC CRACKPAIRING OF ARADIA AND JOHN WORKING TOGETHER TO LOCATE A LONG-LOST PRANKSTER'S RELIC IN AN ANCIENT TOMB A LA INDIANA JONES.
OR AT LEAST SOMETHING ARADIA RELATED.
DAMMIT THE DEAD GIRL NEEDS LOVE TOO.
...*cough* Please. If nobody else writes it, then by gum I willlllllllafter finishing all these other stories I'm working on please stop glaring at me like that I'm scared now.
Last edited by VagabondRaiser; 11-07-2010 at 01:26 PM.
So, for school, I had to do a re write of Gift of the Magi. I couldn't get Homestuck off the brain while brainstorming, so I gave in and turned my assignment into a fanfic. Remember, this was written with someone who doesn't understand Homestuck in mind, so I had to leave a few lines here and there to subtly explain troll culture.
Gifts of the Moirails
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” Vriska Serket was not having the best day. Truth be told, she had not had a good day in some time.
“Lousy, stupid holiday…” Vriska muttered under her breath. “Lousy, stupid, supportive friend…” Normally, any troll on Alternia would be jumping with joy right now. After all, today was the 12th Perigree’s Eve. Provided that their custodian could provide a Behemoth to decorate, today was supposed to be one of the few days of the year where it was common for a troll child to be happy. However, Vriska’s grief came from another custom of this celebration. Yes, Vriska Serket, the terror to so many Alternians, of all people, was going to have to find a gift for someone.
This someone was her friend and moirail, Kanaya. As it so happened, Kanaya was in a similar situation. Vriska was proving to be a rather hard person to find a present for. Despite keeping Vriska out of trouble, as well as fulfilling the other, numerous duties of a moirail, Kanaya was simply out of ideas. As Kanaya continued thinking, she began to fuss and meddle with the many fabrics she had lying around her abode.
“Could I get her those shoes she likes?” Kanaya thought aloud, remembering Vriska’s affinity for red footwear. “No, chances are she already has a dozen different pairs; oh!” While fussing around with the fabric, Kanaya had accidentally knocked over the mannequin it was draped over, dragging several sheets of cloth to the floor with it.
“Perfect…” Kanaya mumbled. As she bent over to clean up the mess, she took another look at the fallen mannequin. The reds and blues had become tangled in such a way that all of the colors came together beautifully, with none of them clashing. Kanaya was transfixed by the sight of it. She would not have been able to create something like this if she tried! True, the effect did seem to take a good amount of fabric to replicate, maybe more than Kanaya actually had, but it didn’t matter. Kanaya knew what she was going to give to Vriska.
As the moons began to lower in the sky, Vriska became worried. What if her present wasn’t good enough? Truth be told, Vriska wished she could say that she did not care. However, despite her protests against all of Kanaya’s bugging, fussing, and meddling, she knew that it was all to keep her out of trouble. She could try this once, at least, to be a good moirail. She just really hoped that it would be worth it.
Before long, Vriska heard Kanaya knocking at her door. Might as well get this over with, Vriska thought. She ran down the many flights of stairs to let Kanaya in.
“Kanaya!” Vriska yelled, “Glad you could make it!”
“Admittedly, it was something of a trip. Might we sit down for a moment?” Kanaya replied. Although Vriska did not know it, Kanaya was just as nervous as she was over her gift.
“Sure thing! Just wait until you see the present I got you this year! It’ll blow any other gifts you’ve gotten strait out of the water!” Vriska lead Kanaya up the stairs until they got to her room.
“May I go first, Vriska?” asked Kanaya, removing a carefully wrapped parcel from behind her back. “I know it isn’t much, but I did what I could with what I had.”
Vriska took the package and unwrapped it greedily. Inside was a cloth sash, made of intricately woven strands of blue and cherry red cloth.
“This is fantastic! Man, I was hoping I’d have the better present, but this is something else!” Vriska’s smile lessened for just a moment. “What am I supposed to wear this with, though? I’m not like you; I pretty much wear the same thing every day.”
“Well,” Kanaya replied,”I made it to go with your shoes,” Kanaya looked towards Vriska’s feet for the first time that evening “…the ones that you aren’t actually wearing.” Kanaya looked up, visibly crestfallen. “Where are they?”
“Well, that’s the thing,” Vriska began, “I kind of sold them to get your present.”
“All of your red shoes?” Kanaya questioned.
Vriska nodded sadly in confirmation. “All of them.”
Vriska noticed Kanaya’s apparent disappointment, and quickly tried to rush the rest of the conversation.
“But hey, just look at what you get out of it!” Vriska handed Kanaya a plain box, rather haphazardly wrapped. “I figured you could use some real, quality tools for all that weird, fashion-stuff you’re into, so I went out and got you the best set of needles I could find!”
Kanaya did little but stare at the needles. Each one was made of a black metal, polished to the point of glittering in even the dim light of the room.
“Well?” Vriska piped up, “What do you think?”
“Vriska…” began Kanaya, very slowly and deliberately. “Do you know long it takes me to get fabric when I run out?”
“I can’t imagine you get it too quickly.” Vriska answered, becoming worried. “I mean, you’re probably the only one on the whole planet who even cares about that sort of thing. What does that have to do with anything?”
“That belt,” Kanaya continued, with a forced calmness over herself, “was not easy to make. The amount of fabric needed to make one alone was rather large, given the sort of patterns it need to be woven into.” She pointed at the belt. “That one you’re holding was far from my first try, but it was the first and only one I managed to create perfectly.”
A moment of comprehension dawned over Vriska “So, what you’re saying is…?” Vriska started.
“What I’m saying is, I have no more fabric left in my house, and won’t have any for some time.” Kanaya finished. A heavy silence fell over both of them. Neither wanted to address the painfully awkward situation they had created for themselves.
“I believe it is time for me to go.” Kanaya mumbled as she got up and headed for the door.
“Kanaya, wait.” Vriska perked up, jumping to her feet. Kanaya looked back expectantly. Vriska stared at the floor, shuffling her feet. “Maybe, this solar sweep, I won’t make you have to meddle so much.” A smile played across Kanaya’s lips.
“Perhaps, Vriska, I’ll try to restrain myself from so many of your personal affairs. Perhaps.” Kanaya turned for the door once more, much happier this time. “Happy Perigree’s, Vriska.”
“You too, Kanaya.” Vriska finally smiled back, “Something tells me this sweep is going to be even better than the last one.”
Originally Posted by Dastreus
ToreaderTornado is Lord English and LE is busy being Spades Slick, who is everyone. ToreaderTornado is everyone because ToreaderTornado is the dreamer.
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Took me about a year to notice the typo. How long did it take you?
Okay honestly I'm beginning to think that this is a piece of crap that really should not be seen by the eyes of the interwebs. But I'm going to post it anyways, and request feedback. It's the first of a three-part series, tentatively titled The Darkness of Dreams.
Plans. They needed more plans, Karkat thought. They had finally determined that their first plan to avoid destruction by the demon and meet up with the kids had ultimately failed. They were now preparing to enact another plan, one which involved Rose's black magic, Sollux's epic coding skills, and the innate connection between the two universes. But, seeing as this plan was not guaranteed to succeed, they needed to think of better plans, ones that were radically different in nature. For this he would have to -
tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering carcinoGeneticist [CG]
Ah. It looked like someone needed to speak to him about their current plan.
TT: Do you know if Sollux has finished his code by now?
CG: HE TOLD ME JUST FIVE MINUTES AGO THAT HE WAS HALFWAY THERE.
CG: BUT HERE'S A TIP, MORON: WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM YOURSELF?
TT: He's not responding.
TT: Can you fathom as to why?
CG: I DON'T KNOW, HE'S NOT AT HIS TERMINAL.
CG: WAIT HE'S
"No!" Karkat stared in horror. "No no no no no..." Abandoning his terminal, he strode across the room to the pile of horns, where Feferi laid in perpetual sleep. And on the floor next to her...
On the floor next to her...
"You idiot," Karkat growled. "I told you..." It was useless to berate him. He wouldn't hear. But still...
Karkat dropped to his knees and shook Sollux by the shoulders. "You can't sleep now!" he yelled in vain. "You needed to finish the code!" He slapped Sollux across the face. There was no response. But he already knew there wouldn't be. "YOU FUCKING MORON!"
Aware that he had attracted some of the other trolls' attention, Karkat stood up. "May I once again present to you inbeciles what happens if you fall asleep?!" he yelled. "There's another brilliant plan down the drain!
He turned back to Sollux. His comrade. His friend. "You couldn't even manage to finish the code first, could you?" he muttered. He felt like standing there and grieving. Again. But Sollux had just proved that being sentimental could make you sleepy.
Karkat lectured those in the room as he walked back to his terminal. "We don't know what exactly happens when you fall asleep now. What we do know is that you don't wake up, no matter how hard people try to wake you. Therefore, we must assume the worst. We must assume that if you fall asleep, you are essentially dead.
"Of course if Feferi or Sollux do wake up, we can change that fucking theory. But they haven't woken up, and I don't think they will. We must continue on with our plans to... to save the rest of us from destruction. If we can accomplish that, then we can turn our attention to finding out what happens now if you fall asleep, and if possible, how to wake up again. But not until we have saved ourselves. I know everyone's tired, but we must press on."
Satisfied with the impact his words had made, he continued. "Equius, Kanaya, I nedd you to find Vriska, Tavros, and Nepeta - after I'm done speaking - and tell them the news. In fact, it would be really useful if you could bring them back here. Solitude leads to sleepiness. On that note everyone - make sure to talk to people every once in a while, to help keep yourself awake. I'm looking at you, Aradia!"
"I'm a robot," Aradia droned in reply. "Robots don't require sleep."
"Right, well, I still don't want anyone to be lost in their own little worlds, okay? No matter how much more productive it may make you. Does everyone understand?"
No one replied, but that wasn't unusual. "Okay," Karkat concluded, "get to work!"
He turned his attention to the blinking Trollian application He would need to inform Rose of the plan's failure.
CG: WELL, AS IT TURNS OUT, HE FELL ASLEEP BEFORE FINISHING THE CODE.
TT: The plan won't work, then.
CG: IN YOUR FUTURE, WE'LL CONTACT YOU ABOUT A DIFFERENT PLAN. THAT PLAN WAS REALLY OUR BEST HOPE, AND IT DIDN'T WORK.
TT: I see.
TT: Anything else you want to inform me about the future?
CG: YOU'RE FUCKED.
TT: I'm pretty sure that's old news.
CG: YEAH. GOOD LUCK, ROSE.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] has ceased trolling tentacleTherapist [TT]
He would have to confer with Vriska about this new plan he was thinking of.
It had all gone downhill from there, Karkat reflected. No. Wait. Yes, the quality of their plans had somewhat deteriorated from that point in time, but team morale - and team alertness - had remained fairly high. Most of them really didn't believe that Sollux and Feferi were dead, or as close to dead as you could get. But then, Aradia had...
It was best not to dwell on such things. Being sentimental led to being sleepy. But Karkat couldn't help but remember that day...
He had approached Aradia to ask her about something. It really didn't matter what anymore. She was murmuring something in Equius's ear, which was unusual. As Karkat grew closer, he could hear some of what she was saying, but she was being cryptically vague, which was not unusual. She looked up at Karkat. "I just want to let you know," she said, "that this was always going to happen. I'm sorry. And for what it's worth, I dont know what's going to happen either."
"You two should both probably stand back."
And when neither of the two reacted, she psychically moved both of them back ten feet. And then - she plunged her hand into herself and rerouted some wiring into her power source, like she had once threatened to do.
Then, she exploded.
It's funny how two pages front and back in writing can transfer to barely anything on the computer.
So I’m ahead a bit. Actually, I’m even more ahead than this. I blame, ah, daylight saving’s time. I might take a short break after the next (critical) chapter, which is almost entirely written anyways, but we’ll see how things roll.
I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to catch up on all the recent posts. My head hurts from colour-tagging just a little. In fact, maybe I should start that break right... now. *bamf*
Rose did not like it underground. The Under-Laboratory specifically had every trapping of danger one could imagine in an old factory setting, and a full orchestra of gloomy ambience set to drip, clang or rattle almost exactly when you wanted it to least. She had no idea where the light was coming from, seeing as how it made no sense. There were no bulbs in the underlab.
But there were plenty of vantage points. Rose really had no idea what these halls had been used for, if not pure maintenance. There were scummy old vats, lined with rust and acid-splashed steel. There were whole tubs, like chemical pools in two rows of three, which she found time and time again, each with different stains. Old observation chambers overhung the rooms, their forward-slanting window panes having largely since collapsed or been smashed by imps, leaving a border of broken glass on the edges of nearly ever room. Last of all, Rose kept hearing noses of a less ambient sort. The small Alternian creatures that had been smuggled into the lab by certain Trolls moved through the walls like a Delaporean wave, while she had at least once heard a door she had definitely closed snap shut a minute later.
Rose pressed on, but did not like where her search was leading her with every step. She was growing closer and closer to the vault where they had found the imps. Sollux had explained to her at the time that since the lab was a mandatory part of the game, the echeladder level of any Underlings there was dynamically scaled beyond a high minimum: scaled, that was, to the Trolls. To a point they were at least still Imps, but Rose had not been so embarrassed in the course of the entire game, and Jade – Jade! – has sworn like a pirate when an imp took a round through the temple and simply turned towards and jumped her.
As Rose passed into a room filled with large silos of some sort, then the voice started. Muffled, barely reaching her for thanks of the acoustic nightmare of the echoing pipes, Rose had no idea where it could be coming from, and no idea what was being said. She proceeded deeper into the underlab, a ghost on her shoulder pleading incoherencies.
After a time, she found her footsteps changed beneath her as she stepped onto a plastic mesh designed to let liquid flow into troughs on either side of the hallway: a chemical shower. She approached the next door warily but, seeing by the pile of rust flakes that the door had recently been opened, did the same with gloved hands once pink, now stained brown from this simple expedition’s wear. She pulled open the huge door and stepped into a clone lab, long buried under newer development. A proto body still floated in an old tube, obscured by a cloud of smoky, dark yellow water mixed with visible debris.
Rose froze, and listened carefully, scanning the room from top to bottom. There were dead computers, data banks and tubes everywhere: more than enough places to hide. The Quills of Echidna came out as she walked slowly atop a trough, casting a wary eye towards the observatory lounge as she approached the full vat, her back carefully to the wall, as close as she dared to mind the shattered glass. She cast the occasional gaze behind her. No Imp was going to be able to come from that angle, but a determined Basilisk… And who in Sburb was speaking?
“…no idea... dealing with. She will never know w…”
The speaker had picked up at the end, and certain of the direction, Rose wheeled to her right, quills high at the ready.
“…looks in the opposite direction, and the mighty huntress makes a deadly pounce!”
Rose hit the ground just as she had started her about-face. A weight pinned her face down inches from a pool of brackish chemical bath glittering like it covered a pile of bladed glass jewels. A rain of slaps from an overlarge overcoat lashed across her back before the weight shifted and her captor began to gnaw on her shoulder, teeth sheathed behind her lips.
“N—” Rose swatted at her. “Nepeta!”
“But her prey has survived the initial impact and is fighting back!” Nepeta decided this warranted another jacket flogging.
“Argh!” Rose had no choice but to raise her hand to defend herself when all at once Nepeta stopped and scuttled off across the floor towards the centre of the room on all fours. Rose rolled slightly to have a better look at her, and saw her squatting on tiptoes, one hand down for balance alongside the tip of her tail and the other held in the air as she looked about the room. When she looked back in Rose’s direction, her eyes slid slowly from the left toward the right, and then back, even slower, again. At last, she perked up slightly and, after a pause, shook her arms a number of times to get her sleeves aside and extended her weapon-claws and then bolted away. Her paws hit the ground in total silence while she shouted:
“the graceful beast races off in search of easier purrey!”
Rose, more than a little dumbfounded, pushed up with her right hand in hopes of righting herself but feel back to the ground with a wince as a shot of pain rain down the arm. Checking her shoulder, she found that a shard of dirty glass had embedded itself in her upper arm. Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the shard and rolled away to drier ground, where she fumbled through her sylladex to find the branch that held her stash of weaker healing candy. She popped one and felt the wound close on her shoulder, but jumped again when a rattling sound started from just to her side. She looked down and saw a lumpy Alternian hard candy lying not far from her.
“You should take an antidote just in case,” echoed a voice from above. She looked up to the observation windows. “There’s no sense in getting infected.”
“Not really sanitary on the ground like that,” she noted.
“Not really. It may be covered in any number of dangerous germs but it will also kill them in your bloodstream.”
Well, thought Rose, if that isn’t a mash of Wonderland nonsense. All the same, she picked up the gnarly lozenge and wiped it on a clean patch of sleeve before sticking it reluctantly in her mouth and looking up at the glinting broken shades that were all she could see of her Cheshire cat.
It took her a while to make her way to Equius, seeing as how he had moved on to continue his close watch on Nepeta. She found him hunched over a window smashed by the imps that had once lived there, looking down over a room filled with steam boilers that clicked loudly every twelve seconds, but seemed otherwise completely empty.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Rose said by way of greeting.
“Does this have something to do with my lowblood leader requesting another set of silly vanity repairs or have Nitram’s legs failed again? Either way, he should feel ashamed for sending someone of our calibre down to play messenger.”
Rose was never really sure how to respond to Equius once they had first met in person and always phrased her words very carefully. She was well aware how his determination to compare the four humans had landed her via her mother’s income as the rough equivalent to “Blue bloods.” Similarly, he had decided Dave was an Orange or Yellow, far below his contempt, and John a Yellow or Green (the system seemed to lack a certain precision). But that was just a taste: Terezi had whispered a few weeks regarding the final stages of his research. Apparently, once he had computed just how much it would take for one to buy their own private island and ship research components, heavy firearms and radioactive food processing units to it, he had immediately left the room to take a cold shower.
“…Yeah, Tavros,” she said after weighing her options. “And Eridan may have broken my door.”
“Yes, w-well,” he said, looking up briefly and returning with a stammer to his vantage, “I’m sure Lord Ampora had his reasons.”
“…You could… you could say that.”
She joined him at the adjoining window, which had fallen out entirely, and looked about in hopes of finding Nepeta. “What’s she hunting?”
“Ratlings,” he replied. Rose nodded, having seen them before: a sort of white-furred rat with a tail covered in microscopic blades that snuck into the lab to steal food every few days or so. As she understood it, they had been teleported in with the surrounds of several of the Troll’s hives, along with an assortment of other creatures that had palled along, largely in what had been called “Feferi’s zoo,” before being set loose, bred to twice their original number, in the labs.
Equius pointed, and following his finger, she saw a ratling trying to sneak around one of the steam boilers. It ran along the multi-branched causeway that made up the apparent “floor” of a room that probably truly ended storeys deep into the underground, and stopped near a cloud of leaking steam from one of the boilers. The boiler squealed and hissed before cutting off at once in its cycle, and as the steam began to clear, Rose caught a glint of steal break through its haze.
“…lowered close to the ground, knowing its prey couldn’t see or smell her…”
Nepeta barrelled forward, the hanging metal of the causeway swaying this way and that with an awful din as she banged into support beams. The ratling raced likewise for cover, and the whole room below echoed in a chaotic scramble of claws on metal. They went this way, then another, the rat clearly lost on the causeway. Rose lost them too in the obscuring cover of the boilers and steam, but in a moment they rounded about the side and ran straight by her view. The ratling froze as it reached the end, having unwittingly been chased into a dead end, and could only turn back and stare in horror as death closed in on it, gleefully narrating: “and then with a final strike the huntress closes in!” Nepeta struck the ratling, snapping it into her paws, and momentum carried her smack into the wall with her shoulder, sending a gong ring about the room as the causeway rattled and shook.
Rose look up and saw that Equius had already started his descent down to meet her, and picked up the pace to join him. They met again in the hallway, as Nepeta sauntered out of the causeway on her knuckles, her victim clutched neatly in her teeth, its blood-stained coat still dripping out over her lower lip and onto the ground. Proud and graceful, Nepeta deposited the ratling at Equius’ feet.
“Nepeta,” he said, “cease this 100dicrus gift-giving e%ercise at once.”
Nepeta turned her nose up at him, retrieved the ratling and deposited it at Rose’s feet instead. She could not help but look down at it. Its hind legs had been broken in the impact of the chase and a muddied yellow tear running from its neck to its belly, its left foreleg hanging loose with nothing left to hold it fast but the skin. She had seen worse, done worse to the underlings of the game, but that did not make her want to stare. Nepeta beamed up at her with a lemon-smeared smile and giant eyes.
“You know perfectly well that no one is interested in dead ratlings but you.”
“Hmph,” Nepeta puffed, and picked up the ratling with both hands and started off down the hall on her feet. Equius followed and Rose pressed up close beside, trying to keep her eyes off of Nepeta.
“You knoooooow…” Nepeta said after a few steps, leaning into Equius until he was practically carrying her weight. “These hunts would be way more fun if a certain someone would come with me.”
“Out of the question,” he replied at once. “The under-laboratory is a deathtrap. It’s pathetic enough that I let you run about down here.”
Nepeta, taking to her feet proper, replied gracefully by sticking out her tongue at him. Rose shook her head and kept walking. There was a long way left to go to get out of the underlab, and she was not about to provoke their debate just to liven it up. At least, not if she could help it.
TT: The question I wanted to ask concerns the conciliatory relationships.
GA: Fair Enough.
TT: Since the beginning of your contact with our team during the game, I have been in intermittent contact with arsenicCatnip.
TT: Thank you.
TT: In one of our few conversations actually directed at me, I learned a good deal about her moirail, Equius.
GA: She Was Willing To Use His Name But Not Her Own
TT: She insisted to me that she was a cougar.
TT: Who was I to question a large cat with such excellent typing?
GA: Of Course How Silly Of Me
TT: My curiosity stems from the apparent nature of their relationship.
TT: Prior to our most immediate discussion, I would have called the relationship one of “best friends.”
TT: But obviously my terminology has gone foul.
GA: Well Not Entirely Foul
GA: The Grey Quadrant Is Often The Home Of The Closest Relationships
GA: While Trolls Have A Fixation On Our Rage There Is Still Something To Be Said For Maintaining One’s Self-Control
GA: And That Is After All The Duty Of The Moirail
GA: But Such Entries Are Unusual At A Young Age
TT: If I am keeping proper track, your group had three at the start of this game.
GA: The Princess Attracts Unusual Allies
GA: And Of Course Qualifies Herself
TT: You’re hinting again at the Insurrection you mentioned earlier.
GA: While We Encompassed A Number Of Related Circles In Our Extreme Youth
GA: We Came Together At First Temporarily Allied Under Cuttlefishculler
GA: In Preparation For Her Insurrection Against Her Imperial Majesty Of The Eternal Thunder
TT: Until you were interrupted by foreknowledge of this Sgrubian burp in your plans?
GA: Yes And The Empress With A More Literal Burp
GA: The Irony Was To A Certain Extent Palpable
GA: That Is
GA: In The Form Of Our Black King
GA: But Forming A Group Of Dangerous And Gifted Persons Tends To Result In Moirails
GA: And Explosions
GA: With Cuttlefishculler And Caligulasaqarium As Our Nucleus
GA: We Were A Touch More Hostile Than The Average
GA: Though Equally Bound To Hold Together In Times Of Internal Crisis
TT: So Equius and Nepeta also fall along this array of unusual circumstances?
GA: They Are If Anything The Most Normal Pale Relationship In Our Lives
TT: Nepeta repeatedly referred to her moirail as “strong.”
TT: Should I thus assume that he is “strong” enough to be dangerous,
TT: And thus necessitate a moirail?
GA: Yes But In Practice The Distinction Goes Largely In The Reverse
GA: Equius Is Placated By His Own Recreation And Choice Of Semi-Invulnerable Kismesis
TT: So Nepeta is more dangerous than Equius?
GA: Not With A Fist
GA: But Imagine If You Will A New Sgrub Player’s Initial Status
GA: Level 1
GA: Is Based On Previous Combat Training And Abilities
TT: I can picture Strider easily enough for that.
GA: In This Regard Nepeta’s Real-World Combat Training Far Outstrips Our Own
GA: Those That Even Approach Her Gained That Previous Experience In Artificial Combat
GA: Or With Powerful Weaponry Where Nepeta Used Only Claws To Tear Down Equal Opponents
TT: Remarkable. I had not struck her as any notable threat whatsoever in our conversations.
GA: I Also Suspect She May Have Trouble Controlling Her Anger
GA: Equius Had Often Counselled Against Her Participating In These Same Artificial Combats
GA: With Some Enthusiasm
TT: Even for him?
GA: You have spoken with him?
TT: He demanded to know my mother’s annual income.
TT: Then said something about exchange rates and disappeared.
TT: So you suspect he is containing a particularly aggressive personality in Nepeta?
TT: I find this hard to believe.
TT: She’s such a doll.
GA: I Do Not Mean To Mar Your Impression Of Her
GA: The Nepeta You Have Known Has Been Strengthened By Her Relationships As Much As You Have Been By Yours
GA: And While It Would Behove Him To Learn Some Manners In How He Handles These Affairs
GA: I Think The Love Of Her Moirail Makes Her Stronger Still
TT: Which brings me back to where I began.
TT: Is this kind of close, amicable moirality a common one?
GA: Not Uncommon
GA: Though Such A Relationship Has A Good Deal Of Pros And Cons
TT: Such as?
GA: Well What Would You Say Is The Primary Duty Of A Moirail
TT: I’m not sure I’m qualified to make that kind of distinction.
GA: Keep In Mind
GA: That In Trying To Keep A Fellow Troll From Performing Dangerous Acts
GA: Moiraility Remains A Romantic Relationship
TT: Perhaps something to do, then, with kismesisitude?
TT: To prevent the moirailic partner in the kismesis from killing the other?
GA: And Being Killed In Turn
GA: Kismesisitudes Have To Be Kept In Check To Keep Them From Exploding
GA: The Auspisice Keeps The Flame From Lighting Into Flushed Pairings
GA: And The Moirail Prevents Any Major Damage In The Caliginous
GA: In Theory
TT: I can see the pro, then.
TT: Who better to talk you down than someone you’re close with?
GA: Though I Believe In This Regard Nepeta Is At Her Greatest Failing
GA: As I Cannot Imagine Her Being Willing To Directly Interfere With Equius And His Kismesis
GA: Given Her Personal Distaste For Blackrom
GA: Can you likewise see the con?
TT: No. Enlighten me?
GA: Remember That Kismesis Is A Sexual Relationship
TT: Ah. Resentment.
TT: It would be a shame to ruin a strong relationship with your moirail when they are simply doing their duty
TT: Even if that duty is to keep you from getting off on a spaded murder
GA: Excellent But Only Half Of The Picture
TT: I’m afraid I’m having trouble coming up with a second situation.
GA: I Would Hate To Interrupt You Now
GA: You Are Proving Conciliatorily Apt
TT: Another hint?
GA: Imagine Yourself As A Moirail Trying To Prevent Your Partner From Commiting A
GA: As You Said
GA: Spaded Murder
GA: How Would You Go About It
TT: I suppose I would attempt to talk him or her down
GA: Which Effectively Avoids The Pitfall You Are Searching For But As Certain Moirails Have Found In The Past Runs
GA: A Certain Risk Of Failure
GA: And I Fear Your Moirail’s Kismesis Has Just Lost Permanent Use Of His Legs
GA: And Now Your Moirail Is Out Of Your Control
GA: And Will Fall Into A New Misguided Moirality With Some Other Troll
GA: That Perhaps Harboured Some Other Kind Of Feeling Towards Her At The Time
GA: Don’t You See What You’ve Done Rose
TT: And now suddenly out of hand.
TT: Back on topic.
TT: I suppose the next technique is direct intervention.
TT: To get in and fight them away from their kismesis, physically or psychically.
TT: Oh my.
GA: I See You Have Grasped It
TT: Yes, certainly.
TT: It would seem that such a prominent threat would necessitate the need for Pale Auspitices.
GA: Rose Do Not Be Silly
TT: I can see how jumping from sexual relationship to sexual would be more common.
TT: But to jump, in a single bound, from platonic to sexual in a single bound seems far more…
GA: I Suppose We Are All More Afraid Of The Drones Than We Are Of Discovering Negative Feelings For Our Moirails
TT: Certainly not all negative.
GA: Ah Yes
GA: A Personal Bias In That I Would Not Personally Want To Discover Positive Sexual Feelings For My Moirail
GA: In The Midst Of An Attempt To Gut Them For Getting In My Way
TT: Have I mentioned,
TT: In the name of continued cultural understanding
TT: that I find your kismesisitude utterly terrifying?
GA: You Have Implied Along That Route
TT: Have you ever felt Calignous feelings for another Troll, if I can ask?
GA: Not Yet.
GA: Jade Green Blood Does Not Spill Lightly
GA: But I Will Find Someone Worthy Of That Beautiful Excess In Time
GA: There Is No Need For Sarcasm
TT: Do you see this?
TT: This is me sticking my tongue out at you.
TT: It is a human gesture of respect and not at a juvenile response to being caught in the act.
TT: No offence, but I don’t imagine that once I’ve found my spot in your life that I
TT: will be the one making a beautiful mess of your blood.
GA: Heh Heh
TT: A joke?
TT: From you??
GA: I Am Capable Of Such
TT: I’m afraid if you were trying to coerce me to spades that I find this new sense of humour more endearing than hated.
GA: A Shame
TT: o_0 moving on…
TT: Your turn.
GA: Thank You
“I insist you prepare that thing properly before consuming it.”
Nepeta, her mouth full, only managed to reply “Ah’ll cook id lader!” before something occurred to her and, with an energetic jolt she jumped immediately in front of Rose. “Rode!” she shouted, as though only then realizing who else was there with her and her moirail. Stopping, she held up a finger for pause as she walked backwards, and swallowed before repeating, pleading eyes looking up almost a full head’s height up at her human friend: “Rose! Please tell me you aren’t auspisticing for Eridan and Vriska.”
“Nepeta!” Equius said, shocked. “Don’t talk like that! Rose should feel… erm…”
He pointed at the ratling in Nepeta’s hands, and she looked at it cockeyed, cupped up in such a way that Rose could not see quite what was going on. Lowering her eyes, she grasped the ratling, gloved, by its bladed tail and indignantly smacked it up against the steel wall, which rang like a toneless steel drum hit by a broken stick. Rose cut short a gasp with her hand and checked with Equius, who made no obvious reaction one way or another, before allowing herself to fall a half step behind Nepeta. Satisfied, Nepeta smiled up at them both, plump baby-faced dimples and wide eyes, as her moirail picked up where he had left off as though nothing had happened. Nepeta broke her polite silence only to begin picking things out of her teeth with her tongue.
“As I was saying, Rose should be leaping at the chance to be of such an intimate service to the higher classes. To volunteer would be a service to the community and the dwindling nobility.”
“I’m not worried about him,” Nepeta said with a roll of her eyes. “I just want him to stay with Tavros!”
Rose could not help but notice how Equius’ mouth seemed to hang open even wider as he began to fully absorb what had been thrown in front of him. A trickle of sweat beaded up by his “…What did you say?”
“Yeah, yeah, scandal of the century, we know, Equius!” Nepeta wagged her rat at him. “But Rose, you have to! Kanaya won’t. I already told her to, but she wouldn’t listen when I tried to tell her how cute they are! Rose, they’re so kyoooooooooot!. ‘tavv did i evver tell you that i’m havving such a great time wwith you’ ‘ wELL, uH, dID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU’RE SO HANDSOME, eRIDAN,’”
Nepeta gestured with her fists as though equipped with puppets. Tavros was the one with the rat hanging out from under him. “‘come here my handsome muscletroll’ ‘ bUT WHAT ABOUT FEFERI, ’ ‘forget about her my lovve is noww only for you my orange-blooded stallion!’” And she began to mash her fists together, making kissing noises.
Equius wiped away sweat from his face and raised a hand to object, but it was clear from his voice he was not entirely sure whether he actually believed what he was objecting to: “Nepeta, have you… been spying on Lord Ampora’s private affairs?”
“No!” Nepeta said, and hid her fists away from him, rat and all. Looking up at Rose, she blushed, and smiled shyly. She mouthed, “They’re in my head,” to provide a clearly-needed bit of clarification.
“Uh…” Rose was starting to wonder if she was really a part of this conversation. “Nepeta, I’m really not—”
“Rose, please? Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee —” Nepeta managed to endear herself to Rose just a little by managing to walk a perfectly straight backwards line as she continued to squeal. “—eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeazzzzzzzzzzzz—" Indeed, she probably would have kept endearing herself if she had not walked straight into the wall when they reached a junction. Jumping with a squeak, Nepeta rounded on the wall as though confused as to where it had come from.
“Nepeta,” Rose tried again. “I told Tavros just this morning that I’ll give it some thought.”
Nepeta held up her hands in surrender. “That’s good enough for me!” she said. A moment later, she realized that despite holding up both hands straight and flat, the rat still dangled from one, snagged by its microscopic blades in the fabric of her glove. She glared at it and gave it a shake, but when it did not detach she clenched her fist and forced it down into her sylladex and then ran off down the hall.
“Oh…” Rose said, “I hope her inventory isn’t full of those things.”
“Agreed,” Equius said. He was towelling himself off, and that was a visual Rose kept with her as she and he reached the transportalizer and she was forced once again to confront the demons of the rift. Sure enough, she was able to laugh them off in the second of transit, except the one, frantic and raving, that spat the same elder word at her over and over. “An inch, an inch!” He sounded just a little like she had imagined Jade’s grandfather sounded like, but mad. She ignored him and pressed on from the Leo gate to the central, where she entered the void again and he through himself at her, shaking her by the shoulders in a metaphysical grapple.
“Reach an inch and take your wand, girl!” he shouted, to her surprise, in English. “Pick up your wand and live!”
She reappeared in the central lab shaken and nauseous. The Trolls around her did not notice her arrival. They were spread out as it needed, most of them still at their film, including Nepeta who perched her front arms on the back of the couch, but Tavros and Eridan and to Rose’s additional dismay, Vriska were hunched intensely over their monitors. Aradia worked silently in her own corner of the room, and there was no sign of Dave and Terezi. Equius stepped through the transportalizer just behind Rose.
And all at once the lab shook with a violent tremor that rocked it from roof to root.
“Delaporean wave” was a bit of a descriptive stretch but I feel obliged to shout out direct influences. Rose lives in a Lovecraftian cage on both the physical and spiritual level but while the latter is of her own making, oddly enough between Aradia and Nepeta the physical exists only at the convenience of her monstrous housemates.
The idea of Equius grading the kids based on their income, and Rose being considered relatively rich, was not originally mine, but I don’t recall anyone making the same conclusion about Jade.
Last edited by SkaianRedeemer; 11-25-2010 at 09:55 PM.
Reason: Hold on, Eridan's last name doesn't have an H in it.
This took me far too long to right. I mean write. I think this one chapter is twice as big as the other two combined.
The air was dank, but it didn’t matter.
“Hey little sister. What’s shaking?”
Nepeta did not answer. She just kept walking round and round a pile of rocks.
“Man this is a motherfucking safe place, am I right? We can cool it and be calm it right?”
She won’t talk to you.
“That’s cool. We don’t need to hash it out. Just take a taste of this motherfucking pie.”
Are you sure you want to do that?
“Man everybody like motherfucking pie.”
Gamzee pulled out a pie and handed it to the cat girl. She took a suspicious sniff and gave it a cautionary lick. Brightening up, she gulped down the whole thing and melted.
“That’s new. I think?”
Nothing is new under the sun.
“Here aint a motherfucking sun motherfucker. That would hurt.”
Gamzee shrugged and walked away. Over the next hill he saw Eriden gazing at a pond.
Are you going to help him too?
"Course I am. Man what kinda motherfucker would I be if I didn’t help out a bro? Have a pie, my motherfucking brother from the sea under.”
Eriden took the pie and ate it. He stepped into the pond and disappeared under the water. It bubbled for a moment and then stopped.
“That’s some weird shit right there. Am I seeing that right?”
Sure. It’s what you wanted. Eat the pie, watch miracles.
“I guess motherfucker.”
Fireworks lit up the sky and Gamzee followed them. Sollux was fighting with Sollux while Sollux was trying to get Sollux and Sollux to stop fighting.
“Haha, it’s starting to look like a triple Sollux.”
Give them a pie.
“Maybe I should see if he wants one first, right?”
That sounds like a lot of work.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right motherfucker.”
Sollux took the pie. All three got covered in bees. When they left nothing was there.
“Damn. Maybe I should let a smarter motherfucker know about this?”
There is Feferi over there. I’m sure she is upset. You know the best way to cure that?
“You know it man.”
The Trollpress was holding two dolls, one of Eriden and one of Karkat.
“Hey sea sister.”
Give her a pie. You know you want too.
“Hey uhh, whats going on?”
Feferi looked up, confused. “I’m supposed to untie the races, but how? There are only two sea trolls left and Karakt already got us all on the same team. How am I going to fulfill my destiny is there is nothing to fulfill with?”
“Man, I dunno...”
That is complicated. Really deep stuff. Too much thinking. Best way to solve that? Pie.
“Yeah motherfucker... I guess so...”
Gamzee warily handed her a pie. Feferi took it and ate it and turned into a bird. The bird promptly flew into a tree.
You did the best thing.
A robot flew over head. Equius was fighting a thousand Aradiabots, with a Aradia ghost floating off to the side.
There is one good way to calm them down.
“Hey Equius, my most strong motherfucker, what you doing?”
“I have to! These red feeling for this red blood! Why must I fight her?! Is it black?! It can’t be black!”
“I’m ok with these. It was all a means to an end.”
How revolting. You never had to worry about romance. Do you know why?
“Uhhh... How do you know the motherfucker is, what is it, flushed? Maybe it is black?”
“No! I love this filthy low blood but I fight her like a kismesis! Why why why?!”
“It had to be done that way. There was no other way it could have happened.”
“How can I help you motherfuckers?”
Equius stopped fighting, sweating hard. “Tell me what to do! You are a royal! You must know! Tell me!”
“Shit man I don’t know that.”
Sure you do. It’s your answer to everything. Just let them know it as well.
Gamzee handed the pair pies. Equius sweated into nothing and Aradia vanished in a haze.
This is going great, isn’t it. Soon everyone will here the message and know the truth.
“Man I don’t know that this is right motherfucker.”
Of course you do. Why else do it. Oh look, it’s your favorite auspistice.
Kanaya and Vriska and Tavros were watching a large screen. On it flashed images of the future, times of them living together or fighting together.
“Seeeeeeee?! This is why he should always do everything I say!”
“But you end up killing him. Not good for the continuation of species.”
“But he has no spine! Spiney spineless pupa!”
“You need to give Tavros some control.”
“But look! He dies then too!”
“Shut up Tavros!” the ladies said in unison.
Wow, this is worse than before. Shove a pie at them and lets get going.
“Motherfucking chill you three. Lots of bad vibes here.”
“Tavvy is miiiiiiiine to play with!”
“Whoa there Miss Fang. What do you want sister?”
“I want Tavvvvvvvvy to grow and pair and go red or black!”
“Damn motherfucker. What about you Kanaya?”
“I simply want Vriska to have the best life available to her.”
“I getcha sister. But Tavman, what do you want?”
Tavros glanced left and right at the glaring girls. “Uhhh uhhh uhhh I want to do what they want to do?”
“Shit my motherfucker rapper that ain’t right. What is really on your mind?”
“Uhhhhh... I don’t think I want to uhhhh, be with-” The big horned troll stopped and looked down at his chest. There was a knife in it.
“Kanaya! Why did you do that?! I wanted to doooooooo that!”
Kanaya looked down at her brown covered hands. “The screen showed Tavros hurting you and you killing him. I could not let him hurt you.”
“Whaaaaaaaat?! It showed Gamzer interfering and we all leaving!”
“Oh. I must have looked at the wrong time.”
You done messed this up.
“Maybe we can all start over-”
No redos in life. Pie them and get going.
Gamzee sighed and handed them pies and walked off.
Over a hill and through some woods Karkat was standing over a dead Terezi. Ropes were pulling him in all different directions. In his hand he held a pulsing heart.
Well if this isn’t a pie candidate I don’t know what is.
“Guh! Fuck it all! I’ll kill you!” One rope pulled. “I’ll lead you!” another pulled. “I’ll help your relationship!” Each pull stretched him out more and further and further away from Terezi.
“Whoa my best motherfucker! Lets take this back a moment ya?”
“What?! Fuck you!”
“Dude you don’t need all these things on you. Man, you got all you need in front of you.”
“Nooo! You need me to do all that thinking!” He squeezed the heart tighter.
“Dude, it’s cool man. Feferi is keeping use chill man. Sollux and Eriden are netted good in the not badness.
“They tried to kill each other!”
“Did they man? Like maybe once? Or maybe did they just need to motherfucking hash shit out? Learn to just chill man.”
Right, chill by pie.
“Relax. Motherfucking roboghost frog girl makes sure Equius don’t fly off the fucking handle right? I think that’s working like that? Yeah man!”
“Maybe! I think so! I don’t know!” A rope slacked.
“And fuck dude, we’re only like, six solar sweeps right? Motherfucker we just be figuring stuff out right? Dude we got like 100 more sweeps to get this right. Sometimes you gotta trust that we can do it.”
“If I didn’t step in you would all be dead!”
“Didn’t we have extra lives? It’s all done my motherfucking brother. Man are these other motherfucking relationships more important than yours?”
Another rope slacked. “Maybe... No!” The ropes grew taut again. “No! You shithive maggots needs me!”
Oh man, here we go. It’s pie time.
“Man I know I need you motherfucker. I wouldn’t even be here without my best bro at my back. But what do you want?”
“No one cares what I want!”
“Motherfucker I do! And my best little sister ‘rezi does too I bet. Shit, I know it.”
We know he wants the pie. Give it to him. He is about to ask. Show him how good a friend you are. Give it too him before he asks.
“I want! I want...” The ropes slacked and Karkat fell next to Terezi. “I want...” He put the hear back inside. “I want... to be happy!”
Red tears fell onto the girl’s face as the troll let it all out. He has was flushed with red and wet. A porkchop tongue licked the tears away.
“Hehehe... I don’t like that shade. It doesn’t suit you.”
Karkat hugged Terezi close, and smiled.
Gamzee gave a thumbs up and walked off.
You think that's it? You think you’re done?!
“Motherfucker I just don’t care.”
This isn’t real! It’s all made up!
“Man, I’ll let them know about it. Motherfucking dreams are tops.”
This isn’t allowed!
“Dude, that rainbow is a door.”
No it isn’t!
“Man it is now motherfucker... Motherfucking miracles.”
“Karkat...? Whats going one mother... motherfucker...”
“You in pain this time? Don’t be, you chewed through the last gag and I don’t want to hear anymore screaming. Fucking tedious.”
“Man... Am I in a cocoon? Equius told me we don’t... do that right?”
“Had to tie you up tighter than a lonely nook on drone day. You tired to eat your eyes. Kept screaming you were mighty Gamzee and to fear them. Dude, what the fuck.”
“My bad bro, didn’t me to be such a unchill motherfucker.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m missing something I wasn’t really missing. Like I was hungry and but motherfucking aint hungry.”
“You’ve been sweating green shit for 5 hours. Nasty shit, stinks like a fuckstorm.”
“Motherfucking face feels lighter.” Gamzee rubbed his cheeks and and felt a lack of chalky residue. “Did I put on my prayer mask today? I thought I did.”
“I had to take that shit off. I saw the, uhh...”
“What? Motherfucking bugs? Man don’t leave a brother hanging.”
“I didn’t know you had scars. Looks worse than the Black King. Is that why you started...”
“Started what? Shit, it’s all cool my motherfucking brother. What happened to your hands?”
Karkat glanced at his bloodied knuckles. “Trying to get out.”
Gamzee slapped him on the back. “Motherfucker I know we are getting out of this shit soon. I can feel it man. But Karkat, I’ve been doing some thinking and I got some motherfucker news...”
Vriska work up with a start. There was something heavy on her chest, making it hard to breathe. “Get off me you wannananananananana be cat girl!”
Nepeta streched out and peeked an eye open. “Mrrruo? Where are we? I thought we had the purrfect set up in you room.”
Vriska dumped the other girl onto the floor and looked around. All there was in the sparse room was a dull yellow light and a couple of bedrolls.
Nepeta looked panicked and ran thought a cat door the immediately fused shut.
Ok, this started as a simple Gamzee gets clean story. Then it was going to be just 2 parts. Then it turned into what I hope to be a good inside the head getting free of the slime sequence. I wanted to show kinda how Gamzers sees the world and his friends.
Also, this is one of the few finished series I've written.
Hopy shit, that was good. Awesome stuff. Can't wait for more.
Below the spoiler is a more detailed version of the above.
Incidentally, I'm currently holding your fic at the same level as the 'Red Dead Virgo', AU Kanaya writings. While your story and the Alternate Kanaya things are radically different, they are both on the same rung, so to speak. This rung is only a few rungs below the actual comic that is Homestuck. I hold both in such high regard compared to the comic because both make me think. I'm looking forward to the rest of your story, because it is one of the most mentally stimulating things I've read in a while.
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Took me about a year to notice the typo. How long did it take you?
Thanks Beep, ToreaderTornado and belated thanks to Metaflare. Your reviews help keep me going after a draining weekend!
And I'm glad the fic's got you thinking, Toreader. I've put a lot of thought into it!
Writing tends to be more interesting for me when I ask myself "why" as much as possible. I tend to tug on shiny and loose bits of whatever I'm working, so much of the fic just sort of extended naturally from my attempts to work out why Rose might want to be a part of an ashen relationship, and (quite different) why anyone should be interested in reading about it. Yeah, I wasn't lying in that first post: this really is about showing why I think a story about auspistice has the potential to be entertaining, but that doesn't mean it can't make everyone's brain turn. It's funny what you find when you poke ideas a bit.
(Shiny things. Tugging loose ends. Personal revelation for the day: am still toddler, possibly kitten. Is this awesome, Y/N?)
I think there's only one direction we can possibly take this.
That's right. It's time for:
:33 < a hand in holding hands
rose ran into the lab as fast as her legs coul d carry her but it was not fast enough!! the demon was already there and he was going to hurt all of her furriends if she didn't act fast!
"I need to act fast or that demon is going to hurt all my furriends! :OO" Rose shouted loudly. "And I have to tell Eridan and Tavros that they're still in love with each other or they won't know that they'll lose there chance at true love! :(("
so she ran as fast as she could but when she got into the lab she tripped and fell! luckily she landed in a pile of horns! the horns went "blooot" when she landed on them.
"rOsE? iS tHaT yOu?" asked gamzee, who had sunk so far into the horns that he had gotten stuck!
"yes its me gamzee, i was trying to go help all our friends before the demon gets them and to tell Eridan and Tavros that they're still in love with one another so they can still have their true love! :DD"
"OkAy," gamzee chortled, "I'lL hElP iF yOu CaN hElP mE uP bEcAuSe TaVroS iS mY mOtHeRfUcKiNg BrO"
"NEPETA, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"shhhhh! i'm writing!"
so rose rolled over and tried to help gamzee get free of the horns but she realized after a while that he was not helping her get him to get up!
"gamzee, why are you not helping me get you up? :@@" rose demanded.
"fUcKiNg SoRrY rOsE i JuSt NoTiCed HoW MoThErFuCkInG BeAuTiFuL YoUr eYeS ArE AnD I CoUlDn't tAkE My eYeS OfF Of eM. ThEy'rE LiKe pUrRfEcT AmEtHySt oRbS MoUlDeD InTo gEmStOnEs aNd sEt iN YoUr fAcE To sHiNe oUt wItH PuReSt gLoW AnD EnSnArE My sEnSeS."
and rose totally blushed all over and she whispered quietly "gamzee we can't do this there is a demon and he is going to hurt our friends! :((" but she was so close she could feel his bulging bicep even though he spent all his time in the horn pile and looked past his makeup to see that he was the handsomest troll or human she had ever s33n! And she brushed his horns and thought how much she wanted to tell him that she had never realized how much he had meant to her but instead she just totally kissed him on the lips!
"your lips are so soft! :))" she murmured sensually, "kiss me again please! :DD"
and he said "
"WoW, i dId nOt eXpEcT ThAt tO HaPpEn!"
"gamzee! y-you can't read this!"
"Oh, CaN'T I? SoRrY KiTtY. I JuSt sAw yOu wErE WrItInG ThIs aWeSoMe sToRy aBoUt tHiS MoThErFuCkInG ClOwN GuY AnD HiS MaTeSpRiT AnD I ThOuGhT 'wAiT, aReN'T I A MoThErFuCkInG ClOwN GuY?'"
"Oh, WeLl, SeE, i wAs! So i fIgUrEd i'd cOmE OvEr aNd sEe iF YoU NeEdEd aNy pOiNtErS, bUt hErE YoU ArE WrItInG ThIs aWeSoMe sToRy aNd cLeArLy dOn't nEeD My hElP."
"you... you think this is good?"
"ThIs tHe bEsT MoThErFuCkInG ThInG I'Ve sEeN AlL WeEk! aNd i'vE BeEn rEaDiNg a lOt tHiS WeEk."
"w-well... you could... still help me a bit. you know, if you wanted."
Gamzee hopped down off of her desk and sat in next to Nepeta. There was not much room for them both to be in front of the drawing tablet, so he had to sit pretty snug at her side. Warily, Nepeta began to tap out how Rose and Gamzee "started making out all over the floor" in "the passionate bliss" and how the demon was ultimately scared away by their love.
"do you know how to spell 'purrspiring'?" Nepeta asked after a while.
"nAh," Gamzee replied. "YoU'Re tHe mAsTeR WrItEr."
Nepeta laughed and pushed her hair back over her ear as she smiled over at him in thanks. He smiled back, and a spark jumped up her spine as she totally blushed all over.