MSPA fan fiction 2

[Sushi Database]

whoa unhinged :D this story was what made me want to write fanfiction for the first time and it's still so good. my favorite part was

GG: >:|
GG: i am establishing a perimeter!!!

it's just so jade

also really like that Droogfic and a lot of the horrorterror stuff. SR's story continues to baffle and amaze. I really dont even know what to say about it except that it blows my mind a little. I'm not totally thrilled with all the tension between the trolls post-Reckoning since I prefer the idea that they worked out their bigger issues during the Sgrub campaign, but this does seem a lot more realistic for hormone-driven six-sweep olds. As a fanfic writer I really wish I could write scenes as intense as these. o_o

[flutterShy]

Random fluff.

A Witch's Muse

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It all began with a soft blow of winter breath across my nose. It left my nose pink, cold, but that isn't what made made smile; what made me smile was the look of the man standing across the room from me, his hands tucked deep into overcoat pockets, a grin on his face as he beckoned to me from across the low, wintery plains of the Washington Public Park.

"Come on." Dave urged me, raising an eyebrow as I hesitated, staring at the mass of snow that fell between us. I made a small whining noise, nose wrinkling in the cold air.
"But, dammit, it's COLD." I protested, hands pulling from my warm pockets to rest on my hips.
"Don't make me start throwing snowballs at you." He warned me.
My brown eyes opened wider than they normally do, and I squeaked and started backing towards the house.
"Jade." Dave said, warningly, leaning down and starting to get the balls together.
I turned around and booked it from him, my legs high in the air as I ran.

"I warned you." Dave said, laughing as snowballs started landing all around me, including one taking my left shoulder that made me stumble and fall down onto my knee. "Aieee!" I yipped, giggling softly, even as he trudged through the snowbank to my side, kneeling down in the snowbank to give me a hand up. My warm green mitten wrapped around his own pair of red gloves and we hauled ourselves up, me laughing as I brushed down the front of my jacket.

My name is Jade Harley, and this cool guy is Dave Strider. We've been best friends for years, and had come up to visit our friend, John Egbert, who lives in Washington. He couldn't come out with us today, and Rose Lalonde wasn't in town yet, so it was just us alone on a warm winter day - contrary to my popularly voiced opinion it was far too cold to be outside - and we were both enjoying it.

He reached up and used my green and white scarf to wipe snow off of my cheek. I grinned at him, my overbite still rather noticiable even though I had finally gotten braces for it, brushing back my long black hair so it wouldn't get caught. "Thanks." I muttered, checking to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I didn't see that I had, so I just passed it off as a pre-caution considering the aftermath of SBURB.

"Okay." Dave said. "Your cheeks are red, my hands are cold and turning numb, and I'm sure we both need a bout of hot chocolate to make this day a little bit better, right?"
"It was already getting better." I pointed out haphazardly as I brushed some snow I hadn't seen off of my hip. "I say that because Rose is coming in tonight and she's getting picked up by John on the way home, which means by the time he gets home, I get to hug her and thank her for this lovely scarf."
"Okay, you have a point." Dave said, shaking his head. "But I still maintain it's only going to get better today; it's like, this is the start of something excellent."
I raised an eyebrow until he realized what he had said, then we both burst into laughter.

As we headed back for the small coffee shop nearby, I leaned my head on his shoulder as we made sure we didn't hit any of the icy patches that tended to make both of us go slip-sliding time and time again. After a near-miss that caused me to go flailing, he finally picked me up and dropped me on the ground after the last one, shaking his head. "Oh, Jade, you haven't lost a bit of who you were so many years ago."

I looked back at him, raising my eyebrow again. "Neither have you, mister cool." I taunted him as we stepped into the coffee shop, that smelled of warm cocoa and tinges of cinnamon and cherry at the senses, taking a deep breath. "Ahhh." I breathed. "Just plain hot cocoa, with whipped cream to get on our noses?" I inquired of Dave, who nodded once, then rolled his eyes at the whipped cream suggestion. "Oh, okay. Just whipped cream for me."

We found a small table in the corner and I shoved myself into the seat, hands wrapped around the warm mug even as Dave pulled out his Iphone to check the time. "We've only got another hour, Jade; we should go back to the house after this." I nodded in agreeance, and we both sipped comfortably at the mugs.

I, sure enough, got whipped cream on my nose. As I went to go get a napkin, his warm hand wrapped around my wrist, and he gently tugged me closer - my eyes widened, startled, before Dave gently kissed the tip of my nose, and therefore, got the whipped cream off of it. I both grinned and blushed at the same time at this, even as he leaned back in his chair afterwards, sipping at the last bit of the hot cocoa.

After about fifteen more minutes, we headed out of there, having to go back through the large park with all the snow. I made lots of grumbling noises, but it was really fun - that which I can remember. I've still got my narcolepsy, and that kicked in about most of the way across the park. Thankfully Dave heard the 'fwoosh' of snow as I dropped, and he sighed and trundled back to get me. I guess it's okay that he's really paying attention; he doesn't seem to be the type to do so, but he just is.

As we slipped into the Egbert house, he gently took off my mittens and scarf, then my jacket and shoes. Everyone gets used to helping me in my states, it's kind of weird, but I enjoy the fact that they are so accepting of me and my silliness. I woke up to one of the best pictures though; Rose in her pink winter outfit and John standing next to her, laughing, with Dave against the back of the couch, leaning against it and propping me up. "Hey, Jade." He said loudly enough to get their attention before he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "It really is the beginning of something excellent, isn't it?"

I grinned.

[nightmarechild]

Another crossover I thought of because of names/titles. Will I never learn? I kind of incorporated the whole paradox cloning into it as well.

Time Lord Paradox Files: The Knight

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“Oh…Oh, that’s interesting. Someone is trying to lock on to me. Fool- What? Uh oh.”

The man felt both his hearts quicken in pace as he raced around his makeshift home and he quickly started to rummage through one of his many red toolbox’s. An alarm was sounding through the speakers and The Knight was haphazardly dropping all kinds of old gadgets on the ground reaching deeper and deeper in the box. Sometimes he liked having things bigger on the inside than the outside but this was just getting annoying.

“There you are.” He spoke nonchalantly but still worried and raced back into the main room of his transport, black shoes clanging on the metal grate floor and every once in a while jumping over a fallen gear. He got down on one knee and pulled a few instruments from his pocket and started to open a panel. He leaned in and touched the rim of his Sonic Sunglasses and they emitted a blue glow at the panel, a second later the screws popped out onto the floor. A loud pop was heard and smoke started pouring out of the machine, “Well damn it.” He quickened his pace and completely redid the wiring before taking out the small beeping device from earlier and putting it in place. He used a few incredibly complex tools…and some duct tape, and put everything into place. After a hopeful deep breath he activated his glasses again.

…Everything went dark, all the lights went out and silence took over. The Knight stood whispered, “Come on girl you can do this…” He continued standing still for a moment before a single pulsating red light and beeping. Slowly devices around it started to switch on and the air was filled with a whirring again, soon the entire place was back up and running with the exposed wiring and old tech flashing. The Knight smirked ever so slightly and he looked around himself at his wonderful machine. It looked like an unfinished Earth skyscraper and clock tower all in one. It also had tubes filled with magma around the walls and ceiling that were heating the room to an incredible level, not that he minded too much.

“Ha, everyone wanted a one of the new models but it doesn’t compare to my beauty. Not even the richest could get my tech compatible.” After bragging to no one he sat down in the captain’s seat and leaned back, sending a command through his glasses to the heart of the machine. The monitor showed many statistics and coordinates that would give any other life form a headache just looking at but it was second nature to him.

He watched hopefully from his new detour from the main time track as another machine, another Tardis passed by. “Ha ha, idiot” The knight said, “Man Doc, you’ll never cease to amaze me on how easily you’re fooled. Omniscient my ass, don’t know how the hell you survived.” Despite his mockery he was truly afraid of The Doctor, if they ever met The Doctor would terminate him in an instant and he knew it. He was, after all, a walking paradox, and it was a Time Lords duty to prevent and end them at all costs.

The Knight regained his composure and leaned forward in his chair. He extended his arm reaching behind all of the monitors and pulled out a very small photograph. Suddenly his mind went back to that faithful day in which he had to run. He and his wife were sitting outside watching their son and daughter play in the blue snow. The little kids were laughing, oh what he would give to be 50 years old again. It wasn’t soon before they got caught up in a snowball fight. The Knights son was only angry for a second before laughing and chasing after his sister trying to hit her with a snowball. His wife started laughing at the silly antics, he just smiled.

He looked slightly confused when she started to get up but nodded when she came back out with a camera. When she shivered ever so slightly He wasted no time getting up and putting his coat around her. She kept the holo-camera over her eye and followed the children as they played, looking for a good picture. He grinned with his hands on her shoulders and watched their children play. His son finally hit his daughter with a snowball and giggled. She played it off well knowing she deserved it and giggled with him. A familiar blip came into his ear as the little boy helped his sister up and The Knight looked down at the holo-cam as his wife started the picture creation process, making two just in case. The Knights smile faltered as the pictures became more and more clear. Something was wrong…the picture was familiar, to familiar. He was horrified when it became completely clear and, judging by the way his wife pulled away she knew too.

He slowly took an old, precious, picture out of his pocket. It was him and his sister right before they were separated and never saw each other again. They were playing too with the twin suns setting behind them. He lifted the picture up and just stared until another, equally old version of the picture was raised beside it by his wife. And then…the two fresh pictures that she took. All four were the same.

“Does…does this change anything?” His wife, his sister, said to him.

“Why should it.” He ran a finger through his wife’s hair, “At least I know our daughter grows up to be a beautiful woman.”

“And our son grows to be a wonderful husband…” She said putting her hand over his, pictures dropping to the floor.

“I guess, that makes us impossible, we shouldn’t exist. It’s a paradox.” The Knight had always thought the worst of things.

“Or, my son, my father, my brother, and my love, is it a miracle?” And his wife had always thought the best.

He couldn’t help himself, he had retained his coolness when she accepted his proposal, but her way to stay on the bright side no matter what, even though they were their own parents and children, that brought an honest smile, not a grin, not a smirk, a true smile to his face. They sat down with each other again, his wife resting her head on him and holding an arm around his dark reddish suit. They continued to watch their children, themselves, play in the blue snow in the setting of the twin suns.

He jerked up in realization and wore a look of utter horror. His wife stood beside him worried, “What is it my love?”

After muttering things like no and not now for a few moments he uncovered his face from his hands, “Don’t you remember?” He gestured to the pictures, the two old and the two new, “Don’t you remember when you gave them to us?”

Her face didn’t get any sadder, she had already realized, but him saying it made it real. He held her as the tears ran down her face. After a few minutes he slowly reached into his pocket and took out an envelope. It was a very important looking envelope with gold lining and an intricate blue seal. He slowly cut open the top of the yellow tinted paper and pulled out a letter embroidered with the mark of the government. Before he unfolded it he read the two words he knew would be there but still held on to the hope that this was just a huge unlikely coincidence. He sighed and took off his sunglasses to brush a single tear from his eye after reading the two words he never wanted to see

“DRAFT NOTICE”

He put the picture back behind the monitors and stood up. After working a few devices he typed a short code into an old fashioned keypad and pulled a lever, the all too familiar sound of traveling through a time track filling his ears. “Better prepare whatever motherfuckers I’m about to see. Prepare for The Knight. The Knight of Time bitches.”

Wow the last 3 things I've written are about Dave. And the last everything I've written have sucked less than this.

[Rafira]

@Nanakii: I fixed up the time stamp things a bit! As for "Mom" I think I will consider it but I'm going to have to clear my head. Waiting one day for an edit is fair for fanfiction, but more is always better. I might also want to better imply that the voices speaking to Rose are familiar voices (seeing as how the idea occurred to me in Chapter 4), and maybe specifically that Sloth is "Mom". If the reader associates Mom with the elder god I keep not naming out loud because I'm weird like that, maybe it would make more sense when Rose's power "crawls" her into existence.


A Hand in Holding Hands
Part 5b (1, 2, 3, 4, 5a)

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“How’s the movie?” Rose asked Jade after a few minutes of deciding what to do. She kept an eye on Tavros as he was repaired, but Tavros was too busy monitoring his computer like his life depended on it to really talk.

“They’re pretty good!” she said, passing Rose the popcorn. “I mean, I don’t really get them all the time, but I get that she’s trying to save him from exposing himself to the empress so that he’ll be culled. I mean, I don’t get why but that’s still what’s going on.”

“If this is anything like the ones on earth?” Rose said, “There might not be an actual reason.”

She looked around the couch. Feferi watched with continued interest, Karkat with big, puffy eyes, Nepeta, having never seen it, chewed on her hat enough that if she was scared she might very well bite through the thing, Kanaya still distant, and John with the biggest grin on his face Rose had seen since the day he had slipped Karkat a joy buzzer.

“Hah! Oh my god Tavros, could you be more adorable?”

Rose shuddered. Vriska, and she could not have been more cutting in how she said it. She turned slowly back towards the room, and saw Tavros turning his monitor away from a curious Equius. Eridan snarled at her from across the room. “Vris, don’t make me come over there.”

“I’d love that, Eridan.”

Eridan’s eyes went wide. “Would you? …Really?”

Kanaya and Sollux, who had otherwise been ignore the whole affair, slowly looked up and stared with incredulity. Rose was aghast, and it was only worse how he did not seem to realize how he sounded. She set her head in her hands and hoped that maybe that would hide her from the world.

But then the roof shook above them. They all jumped in their spots and looked straight up, no one with more urgency than Aradia. They waited, wondering exactly what it was they had heard when suddenly the muffled sound of voices picked up on the floors above them. It continued until the point that everyone was listening, even Gamzee, who had otherwise slept through even the shaking. The kept listening until for a moment, it appeared directly below them, in the transport hub, and then last of all when it picked up at full volume right in the middle of the lab.

“You are shit! I don’t believe you, you little piece of… argh! This isn’t over. You just wish this was over. 1 W1LL M4K3 YOU HURT FOR TH1S.”

Rose had seen many terrible things in the games, horrifying things, but nothing had struck her as dangerous as Terezi did at that moment, as she corralled Dave against a desk with her one finger. She was covered in dirt and dried paint, but she emanated pure Troll rage in every muscle, and though her hands were bare Rose would not have said much for Dave’s chances if she decided to attack him bare handed. A teal streak cut through the grime on one side of her face.

“YOU DONT H4V3 TO… damn it. You don’t have to even put up with me! But once you’ve fucked with my feelings, it’s over Strider!”

Rose took a check of the room and was appalled to see first Vriska, who looked like Chrismas had just dropped into her lap, and then Karkat, whose face had gone from weeping over the plight of his fictional stars to ecstatic joy. Dave, on the other hand, had said nothing in his defence but to raise his hands up between he and Terezi.

Terezi glared at him for quite a while, before it seemed that she felt she had said all she had said, and simply whispered “FUCK YOU” before turning about and leaving via the transportalizer. The room was left in silence, a sepulchral pall that hung over all of them. Dave looked about the room, and cast a meaningful look towards Aradia before settling on the couch area. He met Rose’s eyes in particular for a particular look she could not make out with his shades in the way. It was Vriska who took it upon herself to break the silence.

“Oh my god Strider! What did you do?”

Dave picked himself up and dusted himself off, as though trying to regain his cool. “Not much,” he said, “I just took a friend’s advice to have a talk with Terezi.”

Rose’s heart sank and she fell back against the couch with a thump. Vriska, it would seem, thought this was the funniest thing she had ever heard, and began to break out in a fit of Terezian laughter.

“Hah hah hah,” Dave said, bland as could be. “And I’m out.”

“Dave, wait!” Jade shouted.

“Yeah, dude!” John said, scrambling to take to his feet. Dave ignored both of them, but they followed him through the portal. The room was again silent, except for Vriska, and the low sound of Gamzee’s horns as he settled back in for his late-morning nap. Rose turned her astonished face up to Kanaya, but her interest was immediately drawn past, towards Karkat, who had laid back down and restarted the movie. She took angrily to her feet, and Kanaya slapped Karkat across the shoulder.

“What?” he said. “What’s with those looks?”

“Aren’t you going to…?” Kanaya suggested.

“What? …Terezi?” He looked back and forth between them. “You guys are nuts. Look, look at this this way. You want me to go up there and go ‘There, there you big blubbering idiot,’ but guess what? Terezi is not my matesprit. No no! I know exactly what you’re going to say. But the fact is, she and I have been on the rocks for weeks now. Big, sharp pointy rocks!”

He held up a hand flat against another’s fingers to indicate. “Now, if I go up there right now after she’s been having a fight, she is going to press me down on one of those rocks,” he did so with his hand, ‘impaling’ it on the fingers, “until I’m feeding Nepeta’s rats in a trough! Now, the alternative is for me to sit down here, basking in the idea that Terezi and Strider hate each other! In the first scenario, I get screwed over, while in the second scenario, my life is stu-pendous! This is the best news I’ve had since you punks showed up! You actually want me to go up and step in it?”

“…I’ll go,” Rose said, and she sighed. “This is my fault too. I shouldn’t have said anything to Dave, I…” She looked up and saw the transportalizer glaring at her in the distance. “I’m just going to take the stairs, is all.” She stared at the teleporter, wondering exactly what it was that was bothering her. She reached out a hand and brushed Kanaya’s shoulder “I’ll see you tonight,” she said.

It took forever to actually walk anywhere in the lab. It was not built for that sort of access, except for maintenance, and the maintenance hallways had not been well maintained in their own right. In time, Rose found her way into Terezi’s sector and began the long climb of the stairs. As she went, she followed the half-finished mural Terezi and Dave had been drawing, which equal parts impressed and detracted her. As she went, she eventually came upon the end of the mural and the sound of the crack both. Embedded knee deep in the floor, along a massive gash in the floor, was Terezi’s cane. Rose was not entirely sure she wanted to go past that point, the literal line in the ground between her and Terezi. She could not imagine the sheer force that had gone into the swing. She was starting to regret coming up here with no information. What on earth had Dave done?

Terezi sat perched on the opposite edge of the lab’s roof, one hand limp in her lap and the other held clutched to her face, grasping over mouth and eyes, though her fingers were pried apart enough to reveal a shadow-cast socket and the faintest outline of a scorched eye beneath. Terezi lifted her hand and took a sniff of the air as she heard Rose approach. Her face screwed tight with anger at first, but it was lost in a breath, when an uncontrolled look of misery passed over her face, and all she ultimately did to communicate with Rose was to look in the opposite direction. Warily, Rose stepped forward and sat down beside her, legs overhanging the rock below. Above them the sky struck black in all directions.

After a time, Terezi must have realized there was nothing she could do, and she let her hand fall down to touch the other tip of her shades in her hands, opening and closing the arms from time to time, and shaking her head. Those simple gestures, eyes shut, only came in extended moments of calm, but most of the time she was bracing. She would clutch her glasses towards her lap and flinch, trying to suffocate her own cries and block her tears. They sat there as the minutes passed by, night immeasurable, as Rose made no move further away or closer, save to set her hand beside her on Terezi’s side, and Terezi made no attempt to shoo her away.

And then a pale tear slipped past, and in surprise, Terezi’s lips parted and she took in a gasping cry, and shook from head to toe, shades clutched so close Rose thought she might break them. Her arm came up to cover her mouth and she pushed it all down again, as the tear fell down her cheek and out of sight. Once she had buried it deep, she spoke at last.

“So what did that bastard say as soon as my back was turned?”

Her voice was incredibly rasp. The young Trolls had always struck Rose as a little deep-throated, even the females, but crying had turned Terezi’s piercing voice to a rumble that would have done her well in a future as a judge.

“Which one?” Rose asked. “The one who just pissed you off or the one who didn’t come as soon as he knew what happened?”

Terezi laughed, not her usual cackle if only because it had cut into barks of laugh and cry intermingled, and she soon called it off. “You really know how to cut to the heart of it, don’t you? Maybe if you knew not to say it after you might just be a pathetic auspistice instead of…” But whatever she had been trying to do was swept up in a sudden cry that she tried at once to disguise as another broken laugh, and turned away, and soon enough, had began to cry in earnest.

Rose reached over, to put an arm around Terezi, who without her normal personality suddenly seemed very small indeed, but Terezi swiped away her arm at once and with no break in her voice at all snapped: “Don’t touch me!” and gave her a look that asked just where Rose had gotten the impression that hugs were even on the table. “Dammit, don’t you know you look like him?” Terezi had opened her eyes to shoot her the glare, and it took all her reserves to keep from backing away at the sight of them. Like two open wounds on her face, tinted in a faint teal of her tears, shooting a look of anger at her, it threw Rose completely off whatever silly plan that might have occurred to her before she sat down.

Terezi closed her eyes and scooted a step away, taking ahold of her own arm, just a normal girl again. No, Rose thought. Don’t start it, don’t think it! This is Terezi: she’s a teenager, a Troll, and a horrible little monster some times, and she is your friend and if you can’t remember who she is then you have no right to sit here.

“You shouldn’t,” Terezi said.

“Shouldn’t… what?”

“Vriska,” Terezi said, spitting. “I know he’s asked you. Don’t. Take it back if you have to. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”

Terezi shook, this time with rage. Rose was astonished to see it. Thanks to the tears, she had seen Terezi go on longer than she had ever remembered her going without her tone, that manipulative, charismatic sneer she loved to use when things were going just her way. But this anger, callous and unprepared, was the opposite of that tone.

“‘We should be partners,’” she recited, “‘Oh man, you’re the best moirail ever, did you know that?’ FUCK YOU!” And suddenly Rose placed the new tone. “Murdering innocents on my watch. Pushing Tavros off a cliff on a blackcrush impulse, and then just when I’m trying to pull everything together, Aradia… Aradia…” She shook her head, again and again. “Tell Kan she’s an idiot! Picking up Vriska right after that just because she felt a little flushed one afternoon and didn’t know how to say. Fucking idiot.” Terezi looked up again, straight in Roses’s eyes, arms clutched around her chest in a protective hug. “Don’t help her, Lalonde. Everyone and their consorts has a reason to hate Vriska. But she doesn’t deserve someone to hate.”

Terezi returned to looking out over the edge when all of a sudden, she laughed again. “I don’t even hate him!” she shouted. “Just my luck. That shit comes up here and says ‘Wait, aren’t we just friends?’ ‘I never thought you meant it, I thought you were just playing.’ ‘No, Terezi, I can’t just...’” That break was hers, the quote just fell apart. “‘Of course I love you, I just… I don’t love you like that.’ Well what the fuck did you mean, you big dope? Just my luck.” And she sat still again, curling her legs up to her chest.

“So…” Terezi said, “when do…when you think the bomb’s going to fall?” Terezi asked, pointing up in the direction of lost Skaia. “Do you know why I came up here?” she asked. “It’s because when I was little, and I was sad, I used to go up into my hive, and I would talk to my lusus. And even though she’s been gone, I just had to come up.” She looked out over the horizon and shook her head, seemingly at the wrongness of it all. “I used… I used to read her stories, once she had taught me how to read. I used to have this one…” Terezi held up her hands casually to indicate a book, about the exaggerated length and height of a children’s picture book on Earth. “It was about this Troll, who lived way back before we had interstellar ships.

“One day, the Troll’s kismesis dies fighting in the wars. And even as he just gets this news, his auspistice comes in and tells him that he’s leaving, because he has no more reason to stay. And the guy is so upset that his hobby, these, uh, woodcarvings that show up all over the book, just start to fall behind. And his matesprit says ‘You used to be full of so many ideas and…’ and… ‘we used to make so many beautiful things together, but now you just sit and do nothing.’ And after a few days, she leaves. And he goes looking for a new matesprit, and a new kismesis, but no one wants him because he’s so sad, and in the end the drones come.”

Terezi still looked breathless from her crying but her narration continued with a certain sense of grand theatrics to her limited audience. She even had a special voice for the next character: “And his moirail comes to him and says: ‘I have to go. You’ve made a fool of yourself and I won’t have any part of this.’ And so he’s all alone, as the drones go from door to door. There’s no one for him in the whole world except his carvings, so he looks through them and remembers all the days when he was strong and happy. And finally, he sees… he sees the drones through his window, coming over from the next house, and…”

She blinked out at the sky. “And he goes out to meet them with a smile on his face.”

The ending took Rose by surprise. She had previously been picturing something akin to one of her own children’s books, the kind these sort of deep stories had, always with the lovingly painted set of pictures at the top, but the moral struck her too hard to belong to that set. But as Terezi paused in a certain sense of relish, it sank in for Rose that, for a Troll, that was almost certainly what the sort of book it was, an important life lesson bundled tight with detailed pictures to draw the eye and simple words to guide the reader.

“And I never understood, when I was little, why someone like that that would fall aside so easily. Why he’d get so depressed because of their kismesis. Why he’d let his life fall apart when he was so strong in the end. He died like a Troll. And now…” She looked up again, towards Skaia, and the doom unseen, and began to cry anew. “And now I don’t know how he did it alone!”

Rose started. “Terezi, we’re not—”

“Yeah, I know,” Terezi said. “We’ve all seen you running around, testing the waters, like you’ve still got time to live it from start to finish. Call me a pessimist. I just wanted someone to be there with me. Doesn’t everyone want someone’s hand to hold at the end of the world? But I guess that’s past. Your friend and I just don’t see eye to nose, I guess. And Karkat… well I think the only one that doesn’t realize he’s a lost cause is him. And now I’m all alone again.”

“But… Terezi,” Rose said, touching the other girl’s arm. Terezi looked up at her, red eyes leering out from under heavy lids. “I… it’s not just optimism. Not on its own, I mean. I can’t say anything about where you’ll be in your life when the demon comes, but haven’t you seen? Didn’t he tell you anything either?”

“Tell me what?”

“Aradia and… and Dave. They’ve been going out, day in and out, to buy us more hours, days… Terezi, didn’t you ever wonder what we were doing sitting here week after week?” Rose stretched out her hand toward the voice. “Did you think he was admiring the scenery? They’re not just going to let us go if we’re going to die. Not like that. We might still get out of here. There might still be a chance, a good chance, to…” Whispering voices calling at the back of her memory, but Rose snuffed them. She would not listen to that one again, not when there were other ways to seize what he promised. “…to live.”

Terezi stopped almost totally still for a moment, taken utterly aback. She looked back to the sky, and out. Her eyes stared dark as the sky she could see through other means, and her arms slid back, lying part-way to the ground, as if she wanted to see the whole sky, and nothing came to meet her gaze. She shook her head, eyes closing as she took full to her back and lay in the dust and rubble. Reaching up, she brushed her hair out of her face as her an indiscernible look crossed her lips.

“…Rose?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you think you ever… stop liking someone? I mean, do you think you ever look at them and say ‘I guess his eyes aren’t really that cute’ or, ‘You know, he doesn’t make me laugh any more.’”

Rose was not honestly sure what to say. “Maybe. If they change.”

“If they change…” Terezi said, like a sigh. “Don’t you wish… you could just go up the next day and say ‘I’m sorry! It was all a mistake! I was pale for you all along! We’ll be the best moirails, the b-best…’” Terezi reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek, in the process replacing her shades.

Rose shook her head. “‘But I hope we can still be friends.’”

“Is that what you humans say?” Terezi asked. She had sat up, and was slowly taking to her feet.

“It’s what we shouldn’t,” Rose admitted.

“Heh,” Terezi said. She was grinning, but ruefully, and Rose looked up at a wary mouth full of shark-teeth wide and terrifying. Rose felt her stomach sink as she looked up at Terezi and her sad eyes still not hiding the truth for all her marvellous façade.

“Do you…” Rose said, eyes lowering as she did. “Do you think you might take a chance to talk to him?”

Terezi’s smile faded back behind her lips. She reached into her sylladex and pulled out a piece of paper, which she looked at, sighed, and crumpled it into a ball. Then, she looked down at Rose, hefted the ball and bounced it gently off of Rose’s face.

“Bonk,” she said on impact, and turned to leave the roof behind.

Rose reached over and took up the wad of paper and unfolded it carefully, discovering a print out from a laser printer, with a pen signature indecipherable in the corner. She leaned in to read the contents. She wanted to laugh but really, the whole thing just caught in her throat.

“…okay, TURN the spoon first you shit…”

Rose returned to the ground the way she had came, and made her way back to the lab. She ignored everyone that talked to her, pressing on without a word. Rose had never really imagined what it would be like to break up with someone, but she was imagining now. She could only imagine Terezi’s hurt if she saw Dave in the next few days, and could not imagine what nonsense Dave would go to bury the same because she knew that when Dave said he was your friend, he meant it so adamantly that it could never have been a lie. There was nothing to bridge that gap now.

Terezi had wanted some support when things were at their worst. But there was no one to do that if they did not fill a quadrant, and now Dave was out, and Karkat was one the exact rocks he had predicted. Had it had to come to this? Had it had to have even begun? If Terezi had been a human, might the assumption that Dave had to have filled a quadrant glossed over and given them a chance to become friends? All the time they had been together, they had been at simple odds with one another, assuming a default they had not shared. When the demon came, Dave would have her, John and Jade, and for all Rose knew, Aradia on some level. Terezi, as it stood, would have no one. Rose wished she could change that without spitting on the Troll’s culture, or her own. No one would win for that.

But maybe she had too much of Kanaya in her after all, because Rose could not find it in her to sit still. Not while there was still work she could do. Not if she could still, just maybe, build some bridge, bring some joy. Not if she could be the one to help someone else hold hand in hand together at the end of the world.

“Tavros,” she said to him, just above a whisper. “Are you maybe still interested in having a little talk about Eridan?”

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The following notes explain why I consider this chapter important in the long run, so it can sort of be considered spoilers. But only sort of. Also, I don't like that these notes explain something I was trying to get across in the text, so there's that too. To that end, nested spoiler.

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The reason chapter 5 is split instead of simply being chapter 5 and 6 is because they're both about "the stakes", and because hopefully some of the readers will feel that the budding relationship between Aradia and Dave plays off of the dying relationship between Dave and Terezi. It is also there to remind you that Terezi's behaviour, and her being conscious of the Troll's apparent imminent doom, is perfectly rational, since you saw what could happen just moments ago. Whether or not you share Rose's optimism is a different matter entirely.

And yes. The title means something. It’s not just some words I mashed together. I’m shocked too. This wasn’t where I planned to mention it at all! Originally the title appeared in a later pesterlog where Kanaya tried to equate auspistice with "A hand holding holding hands." Trying to get across the that auspistice was supporting but not really a part of the relationship in the visual just kept coming out garglemesh.

I'm really enjoying this. The troll/human dynamics regarding romance and the various quadrants is so interesting, and I really love the way you tackled it.

[Jon'sOldTimetables]

Not mine, but still I thought it was worthy enough to be up here because of it's sheer hilarity. It was posted on 4chan.org in /co/ by a person under the alias of writerFag during the NYCC hiatus. This lead to much controversy and harassment upon the author which is kind of a shame because it was meant to be funny. LINK REMOVED I hope you guys will laugh as hard as I did.
Warning: NSFW because of questionable web spinning.

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All information within spoiler has been eradicated and replaced with lovely flowers and elevator music

NAS EDIT:

1. ALL NSFW MATERIAL MUST BE LINKED
2. This is a forum for your art, not someone else's. Don't post other people's work without permission.

[Justyn]

You should take that down, just in case. If a person's story causes them shame, you probably shouldn't post it either.

writerFag isn't ashamed of this work, Jon'sOldTimetables was saying that it was a shame that she was harassed for writing it but, then again, this is 4chan we're talking about.

BTW: more of her work can be read REDACTED: just as a precaution, the stories called "Veil Death" and "Glub Stories" are not exactly happy stories, they involve

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The trolls slowly starving to death and resorting to cannibalism, and Aradia watching the other trolls get killed by the Black King's Glub over and over again as she is building up the time clone army during the final battle with the Black King.

Either way, it's all worth a read through.


NAS EDIT: Link removed.

[icu2jimy]

I read a little bit. Why did I do that?
Now, I'll be sad all day.

[BPrinny]

I read Veil Death.



Joy is dead.

[SidDemset]

What happens on 4chan, should stay on 4chan. And I don't think it's good to post someone's work without his permission. If the author wanted it here, s/he could just post it her/himself.

[BPrinny]

I don't think they could. All the stories break some rule or other.

Also, all the stories are incredibly sad and I don't think I'll ever be happy again.

[NotASenator]

Maybe I can clear up the confusion.

If you post a story on the forum that includes the words "Vriska's energetic orgasm", you will be banned.

I don't care if you wrote it or not.

[Graven_Image]

Some things just should not be read.

Being written is just out of the question.

[writerfag]

Someone linked me to this thread eariler, and now I see some moddery has occured.

A) I'm okay with people posting/linking my stuff wherever.
B) But apparently that's not allowed right here if it's not your own, so here I am linking to my stuff: http://s828.photobucket.com/home/writerfag/allalbums
C) You won't find the Vriska fic there because 1: it's explicitly dirty, and 2: I am still a little ashamed of that. Not to the point that I'm all "bluh bluh don't post it" (see A), but yeah. The rest of my stuff is pretty tame, sex-wise.
D) Not all of my stuff is sad! There's happy and silly and funny and serious stuff too!

Oh, and

Aradia watching the other trolls get killed by the Black King's Glub over and over again as she is building up the time clone army during the final battle with the Black King.

wasn't me. That's someone else's fic about fighting the glub. MY one is

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The trolls all dying horrible deaths from their point of view.

[Author]

Well, I picked the perfect time to post grimdark.

Because then I got distracted and read Skaian's entire fic.

AND IT WAS WONDERFUL AND BRILLIANT AND I AM ASHAMED TO CALL MYSELF AN AUTHOR.

And now for something completely unrelated, possibly relating to the first pairing I ever actually thought was mildly entertaining.

What Might Have Been

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You're fairly shocked. You didn't know that would happen because of your ridiculous shenanigans. You didn't mean to kill him.
You only wanted to have a little fun. And it was fun. But stupid, stupid Strider had to go and ruin your fun. You still can't forget it though... His reactions to your words. How he smiled when you said something silly to him. His ridiculous love for shitty movies. You miss it. You didn't know that you'd miss it this much. It's not like you can't talk to him anymore... But you don't want to.
You wouldn't know what to say. How to respond to his usual remarks. His sheer obliviousness. And you don't like it one bit. You decide that you have one option left.
You'll talk to Strider.
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-- gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] at 18:26 --

GC: H3Y STR1D3R.
TG: oh god. i'm so not in the mood right now. i've got better things to do
TG: then deal with crazy mcfuckhead.
GC: OH COM3 ON STR1D3R. TH1NK OF 4LL TH3 FUN W3LL H4V3
TG: i've thought about that
TG: and it sounds fucking retarded.
GC: OK4Y 1LL G1V3 YOU TH4T. BUT TH4TS NOT 1MPORT4NT R1GHT NOW.
GC: 1VE GOT SOM3 QU3ST1ONS FOR YOU STR1D3R. 4BOUT YOUR FR13ND. > ; )
TG: oh god. i'm not helping you fuck around with johns head.
TG: thats the worst fucking idea
TG: i've ever heard.
GC: OH COM3 ON
GC: 1'VE JUST GOT SOM3TH1NG SM4LL TO 4SK
GC: PL333333444444444S3?
TG: ugh fine.
TG: what is it?
GC: 1TS JUST....
GC: 1S H3 M4D 4T M3?
TG: ...
GC: W33333LL??
TG: im sorry
TG: i cant answer your stupid question right now
TG: cause im too busy laughing at it.
GC: SHUT UP! 1M S3R1OUS!
TG: just stop for a second.
TG: this is fucking hilarious.
TG: im like, losing my shit over your stupid fucking question.
GC: UGH F1N3. B3 TH4T W4Y.
TG: no, i know the answer.
TG: its just that youre saying that john
TG: didnt forget about it right afterwards.
GC: ...
TG: well if thats all
TG: im gonna go.
TG: see you around troll.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] blocked gallowsCalibrator [GC] at 18:40 for the next 15 minutes. --

You look at your screen, dumbfounded. He can't just forget. That's unfair. Because you'll always know, that in your heart...
You killed him. And you didn't want to. And you want to be able to have him forgive you, because you know that in his heart, he's already forgiven you. Because he doesn't mind. Because he's such a fucking pushover. And you want to fix that. You want to make him act tougher, act more like you.

Once again, you're glad you went blind. It means that others can't see your eyes.
Because right now?
They have hearts in them.

AND DONE.

I feel slightly less inadequate.

EDIT: I also read Veil Death. It was quite sad, albeit brilliantly written.

[egregiousBass]

I haven't written in years, so here's me taking a crack at a memo. No linking words, direct speech only, final destination.

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CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board FRUITY RUMPUS ASSHOLE FACTORY.
CCG: ATTENTION PAILSTAINS.
CCG: THIS IS THE LAST MEMO BEFORE THE RIFT. I, AS YOUR LEADER, WILL NOW DISPENSE VALUABLE ORDERS SO YOU GUYS DON'T GO ABOUT FLIPPING YOUR SHIT.
CCG: I'M GIVING YOU THEM IN MEMO FORMAT FOR POSTERITY'S SAKE.
CCG: A FEW GUIDELINES:
FUTURE arachnidsGrip [FAG] 0:02 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FAG: hey karkat how do i kissed gurl
CCG: FUCK YOU.
FAG: Hahahaha
[CCG] banned [FAG] from responding to memo.
CCG: FIRST UP
CCG: YOU CAN NOW GO TO SLEEP AGAIN.
CCG: IS OUR ABOMINATRIX FISHWOMAN READING THIS?
CURRENT cuttlefishCuller [CCC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CCC: Glub 38)
CCG: OKAY GOOD.
CCC: If you want to SL-E-E-P, just ask me )-(ow to talk to the elder gods!
CCC: I'm going to take a nap on Gamz-E-E's pile of )-(orns soon, maybe you can join me 38D
FUTURE caligulasAquarium [FCA] 2:01 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FCA: i havve a pile of shitty wwands upstairs
FCA: you knoww, for you
CCC: No, -Eridan 38(
[CCG] banned FCA from responding to memo.
CCC: Did )-(e wait two hours to say t)-(at? 38o
[CCG] banned [CCC] from responding to memo.
CCG: SO YEAH, YOU PROBABLY SHOULD GET SOME SHUT-EYE. I DON'T WANT TO SPEND THE LAST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE WITH HYPERKINETIC SLEEP-DEPRAVED WRIGGLERS THAT BLEED TERMITE PISS FROM THEIR FREAKISH LACERATED VISION TUBES.
CCG: NEXT UP: MAKE PEACE.
CCG: AS MUCH AS I HATE ALL YOU GUYS' SHITTY CHEMICAL-DRIVEN SPASMS THAT YOU QUALIFY AS INTERACTIONS, I'D HATE IT EVEN MORE IF YOU STARTED BLUBBERING ABOUT THINGS YOU'D WANTED TO SAY AT THE LAST SECOND.
CCG: DO IT WHILE ASLEEP AND YOU'VE GOT MY FUCKING SEAL OF APPROVAL.
PAST apocalypseArisen [PAA] 626 HOURS AGO responded to memo.
CCG: WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD'S MIRACULOUS PUS STAIN ARE YOU DOING HERE.
PAA: gathering inf0rmati0n
CCG: THANKS FOR SHARING, NOW HOW ABOUT I PRESS THE BAN BUTTON. ARE YOU OKAY WITH THAT?
PAA: n0
CCG: WAT
PAA: y0u are fated t0 let me finish
PAA: n0w, what sh0uld i pr0t0type with?
CURRENT apocalypseArisen [CAA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CAA: fr0g head
PAA: n0ted
[PAA] ceased responding to memo.
[CAA] exploded.
CCG: THAT WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED.
PAST centaursTesticle [PCT] 1:05 HOURS AGO responded to memo.
PCT: D --> No! Why must this always happen?!
CCG: I DON'T KNOW, GO ASK HER YOURSELF.
PCT: A%ually, I will do exactly that! "Make peace", as you said.
PCT: Am I not doing exactly as you commanded?
CCG: YEAH, I GUESS SO- WAIT A MINUTE
[PCT] ceased responding to memo.
CCG: NO AMOUNT OF SHOWERS. NONE OF THEM.
CURRENT twinArmageddon [CTA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CTA: hey
CCG: FUNNY THAT YOU WOULD BE MAN ENOUGH TO RESPOND IN REAL TIME.
CTA: ju2t lii2ten for a 2ec
CCG: I'D LOVE TO RUB BONE BULGES WITH YOU BUT I'M AFRAID WE'RE A BIT SHORT ON TIME.
CTA: 2tfu
CTA: youre alway2 liike thii2, clo2iing down when ii want two tell you 2omethiing iimportant
CTA: you wiill let me fiinii2h
CTA: or do you want to feel liike an a22hole on the la2t day of your liife?
CTA: ok
CTA: there2 somethiing want two 2ay before we diie
CCG: NOT THE TIME FOR ROMANCE, PAL.
CTA: fuck off,
CTA: ju2t
CTA: you runniing the viru22, me gettiing kiilled, u2 gettiing here, and the riift
CTA: ii know you blame your2elf for all tho2e thiing2
CTA: but ii don't
CTA: you're my be2t friiend
CCG: OKAY, WOAH.
CURRENT gallowsCalibrator [CGC] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CGC: 1 TOLD H1M 4BOUT YOUR L1TTL3 BR34KDOWN >:]
CCG: WHY WERE YOU EVEN WATCHING THAT.
CGC: 1T W4S...4DOR4BLOODTH1RSTY >:D
CGC: BUT 4LSO SORT OF S4D :(
CGC: BUT 4LSO FUNNY >;P
CTA: ii wa2 afraiid you let me diie on purpo2e.
CTA: iim 2orry for beiing mean two you
CCG: UH...THANKS MAN
CCG: AND I'M SORRY FOR...YOU KNOW, FLIPPING MY SHIT AT YOU THOSE TIMES
CGC: >:O
CCG: YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK IT, YOU GET THE IDEA
[CCG] banned [CTA] from responding to memo.
[CCG] banned [CGC] from responding to memo.
CCG: WELL, DIDN'T THAT DO A NUMBER ON OUR PRIMEVAL SHAME GLANDS.
CCG: I GUESS ALL THAT'S LEFT TO DO NOW IS HOLD ON TOGETHER OR SOME STUPID ASSHOLE SHIT UNTIL WE ALL DIE.
FUTURE terminallyCapricious [FTC] 3:14 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
CCG: CLOSING THIS MEMO SO WE CAN WAIT WHAT
FTC: oH mAn, I wIsH yOu GuYs CoUlD sEe ThIs ShIt
CURRENT grimAuxiliatrix [CGA] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CGA: Gamzee, What Do You See?
FTC: tHeReS lIkE tHiS tInGlInG sEnSaTiOn
FTC: mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClEs
CCG: IS IT, BY ANY CHANCE, EXCRUCIATING PAIN?
FUTURE arachnidsGrip [FAG] 3:14 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
FAG: Look Karkles, I'm m8king out with a human! >8D
CCG: ALL OF THE HUMANS, PROBABLY.
FUTURE gallowsCalibrator [FGC] 3:14 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.
CCG: CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON ALREADY, GOG DAMN
FAG: Writing history, 8ut of course!
FGC: W3'R3 M4K1NG TH1S H4PP3N BRO
FGC: W3'R3 M4K1NG TH1S H4PP3N
CCG: I TOLD YOU TO STOP FLIRTING WITH THE COOLKID.
4WW, 4M 1 M4K1NG YOUR C4NDY R3D BLOOD BO1L? >:O
WHAT.
CGA: This Is A Developement
CGA: But Ultimately Not Very Surprising
PAST centaursTesticle [PCT] 0:35 HOURS AGO responded to memo.
PCT: D --> Are you saying
CCG: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT.
PCT: D --> that I've been taking commands from a mutant? An outcast? With the muddiest of b100ds?
PCT: That's so s-s-sordid
[PCT] ceased responding to memo.
CCG: SO THAT'S WHY HE STORMED OFF TO GET A TOWEL, HUH.
FGC: YOU C4N TH4NK M3 FOR L3TT1NG YOUR S3CR3T OUT L4T3R >:]
CCG: YES, I'M SO FUCKING GRATEFUL. NOW WOULD YOU TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?
FGC: ONLY 1F YOU PROM1SE TO G1V3 YOUR L4DY MOR3 ATT3NT1ON >:[
FAG: Hahahaha, this is hilarious!!!!!!!!
CCG: YOU HAD TO MAKE THAT DEMAND RETRO-ACTIVELY, DIDN'T YOU.
FGC: CURR3NT M3 IS B4NN3D
CCG: WELL FUCK ME.
FTC: dOuBlE rAiNbOw Oh My GoD
CGA: What's Having Him Excited?
FAG: Something that coolkid gave him. How l8me
CURRENT arachnidsGrip [CAG] responded to memo.
CAG: Punch karkat for me will you?
FAG: Got it! >8)
[CCG] banned FAG from responding.
CCG banned CAG from responding.
[CCG] banned [FTC] from responding.
FGC: JUST GR4B YOUR W34PONS, B3 R34DY 4ND 3V3RYTH1ING W1LL BE F1NE
FGC: SM3LL YOU L4T3R >:]
[FGC] ceased responding to memo.
CCG: MORE LIKE NEVER
CCG: DAMNIT.
CURRENT arsenicCatnip [CAC] responded to memo.
CAC: :33 < *pounces furrless mutant-blood leader*
CAC: :33 < im so purroud of you!!
CCG: I KNOW, I'M JUST THAT AWESOME.
CAC: :33 < dont lie, your blood terrified you!
CCG: YES, IT WAS VERY TAX-IDERMY-ING.
CAC: :33 < D:
CCG: I'M SORRY, THAT WAS TERRIBLE.
CCG: IT WASN'T EVEN ME WHO SPILLED IT THOUGH.
CAC: :33 < hush! youre still amazing in my book, no matter what that stooge says!
CAC: :33 < now, shouldnt we do as the fursecutor asked? ;3
[CAC] ceased responding to memo.
CCG: BY THE WAY, KANAYA?
CGA: Hmm?
CCG: THANKS FOR HUMORING ME FOREVER AGO.
CGA: It Was Gladly Done
[CCG] closed memo.
AT: hEY, uHH,
AT: dAMNIT,

edit: I just read Veil Death. Damn girl.

[JudgeDeadd]

I liked it, egregiousBass, pretty funny! Though the quirks are a little off.

[RogerMexico]

Oh hey writerfag, just wanted to say that a while ago I read that fic of yours where Terezi goes blind and talks to Karkat, and I quite enjoyed it. Well done.
EDIT: I just read Veil Death. It is excellent. I REGRET NOTHING.

[Author]

Oh hey writerfag, just wanted to say that a while ago I read that fic of yours where Terezi goes blind and talks to Karkat, and I quite enjoyed it. Well done.
EDIT: I just read Veil Death. It is excellent. I REGRET NOTHING.

I agree. It was indeed awesome. Unfortunately, it brought an idea into my head.

I want to use the book "The Time Traveler's Wife" as a sort of basis for a fic between Dave and Terezi. Being me, it'll probably have a sad ending.

[NotASenator]

Someone linked me to this thread eariler, and now I see some moddery has occured.

A) I'm okay with people posting/linking my stuff wherever.
B) But apparently that's not allowed right here if it's not your own, so here I am linking to my stuff: http://s828.photobucket.com/home/writerfag/allalbums
C) You won't find the Vriska fic there because 1: it's explicitly dirty, and 2: I am still a little ashamed of that. Not to the point that I'm all "bluh bluh don't post it" (see A), but yeah. The rest of my stuff is pretty tame, sex-wise.
D) Not all of my stuff is sad! There's happy and silly and funny and serious stuff too!

Oh, and

Aradia watching the other trolls get killed by the Black King's Glub over and over again as she is building up the time clone army during the final battle with the Black King.

wasn't me. That's someone else's fic about fighting the glub. MY one is

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The trolls all dying horrible deaths from their point of view.

Did you just remove the Vriska story or was it not up there earlier? This affects Justyn's infraction.

However, this afternoon I will be going through the things you linked there in your album and make sure that it is all fine for posting.


And it really doesn't matter to me if you think it's okay for other people to post that story, if they post it here, they will be banned, probably forever.

[Graven_Image]

Tavros missed. Again.

XD

[SkaianRedeemer]

And a thanks to Rafira, Author and uh, sorry MetaFlare.

SR's story continues to baffle and amaze. I really dont even know what to say about it except that it blows my mind a little. I'm not totally thrilled with all the tension between the trolls post-Reckoning since I prefer the idea that they worked out their bigger issues during the Sgrub campaign, but this does seem a lot more realistic for hormone-driven six-sweep olds. As a fanfic writer I really wish I could write scenes as intense as these. o_o

I'm going to agree with you that most of the troll's problems probably were solved during Sgrub, especially concerning Vriska, but perhaps we just differ on which problems actually qualify, which is perfectly fine. I do feel that the Karkat-Terezi thing is one that probably won't be resolved at that moment they meet, though you can bet Andrew will have it solved a lot faster than me (or VagabondRaiser's excellent Flavors). As for Vriska, I... uh... blame the moulting.

EDIT: I meant to say "Karkat-Terezi" in the first place, whoops.

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One point I was figuring someone would bring up was Terezi's problem with Vriska in the fic, so I'll address it just in case. This is something I do most definitely believe is behind them in canon, especially after Alterniabound, but it serves a different purpose in the fic: Terezi's not angry at Vriska because of lingering bad feelings, she's angry at Vriska because she's been thinking hard about death, and Vriska is just the start of the trail that left her there on the roof and the later half of the conversation. Rose, with the rumours about her auspisticing for Vriska/Eridan and her resemblance to her bio-bro could not have helped contain that contain that outburst one little bit.

But you hit the nail on the head with the hormones and age thing. I'm not used to going through a fic and conducting "No! Stop being so mature! Stop it!" but that's been the order of the day. Thank goodness for Nepeta.

EDIT: In the end I'm glad the fic is hitting the right tone for you Sushi, and I really appreciate thefeedback. I meant to say that in the first place but I guess I got a little caught up trying to address the crit :S.

[Unlicensed Busdriver]

Someone linked me to this thread eariler, and now I see some moddery has occured.

A) I'm okay with people posting/linking my stuff wherever.
B) But apparently that's not allowed right here if it's not your own, so here I am linking to my stuff: http://s828.photobucket.com/home/writerfag/allalbums
C) You won't find the Vriska fic there because 1: it's explicitly dirty, and 2: I am still a little ashamed of that. Not to the point that I'm all "bluh bluh don't post it" (see A), but yeah. The rest of my stuff is pretty tame, sex-wise.
D) Not all of my stuff is sad! There's happy and silly and funny and serious stuff too!

Oh, and

Aradia watching the other trolls get killed by the Black King's Glub over and over again as she is building up the time clone army during the final battle with the Black King.

wasn't me. That's someone else's fic about fighting the glub. MY one is

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The trolls all dying horrible deaths from their point of view.

Did you just remove the Vriska story or was it not up there earlier? This affects Justyn's infraction.

However, this afternoon I will be going through the things you linked there in your album and make sure that it is all fine for posting.


And it really doesn't matter to me if you think it's okay for other people to post that story, if they post it here, they will be banned, probably forever.

I followed Justyn's link and the story from /co/ wasn't there to begin with.

[writerfag]

I followed Justyn's link and the story from /co/ wasn't there to begin with.

I talked to the mod in a PM and got everything sorted out that needed to be.

Anyway, I wasn't really planning on hanging out here, sooooooo..... I'm outta here?
thanks for all the praise!

[KarneWarrior]

you missed an o.

that's only seven.

[BPrinny]

I followed Justyn's link and the story from /co/ wasn't there to begin with.

I talked to the mod in a PM and got everything sorted out that needed to be.

Anyway, I wasn't really planning on hanging out here, sooooooo..... I'm outta here?
thanks for all the praise!

But then how will we know when you've written new stories?