MSPA Fanfiction III

[Douhneill]

Damnit you guys! I'm gone for two days and now I've got to spend all my free time catching up.
Then I have to start working on Heirman again.

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You guys are awesome I love you all.

[ceruleanTresses]

So I've decided to put the Passive-Aggressive Birthday thing on hold for now, because when I thought about it some more it seemed kind of stupid.

Instead, you get a new installment of Karkat's Diary! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. (Part One is here. Part Three is here.)

Credit goes to SkaianRedeemer, whom I'm 99 percent sure came up with the idea of Trollight. Hope you don't mind my using it! (I love A Hand in Holding Hands, by the way.) It does seem to make sense that Karkat would enjoy such a romance-centered series (the movies, anyway).

Karkat's Diary, Part 2

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BLOOD AND BLOODLESS, CHAPTER 9

AS KARKATTIUS CRIMSONSICKLE AUTHORITARIAT UNLOCKED THE DOOR TO THE CULLENS' HOME WITH THE KEY EDWARD HAD GIVEN HIM AFTER THEIR FATEFUL BATTLE WITH THE WEREMUSCLEBEASTS, HE IMMEDIATELY KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. HE COULD HEAR THE SOUND OF GENTLE SOBBING FROM UPSTAIRS, MINGLED WITH THE HEARTBREAKINGLY TRAGIC CHORDS OF EDWARD'S PIANO.

HE HURRIED UPSTAIRS AND INTO EDWARD'S ROOM, BARELY REMEMBERING TO DUCK SO THAT HIS 4-FOOT-LONG, RAZOR-SHARP HORNS WOULDN'T HIT THE TOP OF THE DOORFRAME. EDWARD LIFTED HIS HANDS FROM THE KEYBOARD AND TURNED TO FACE KARKATTIUS, HIS FACE STREAKED WITH COLORLESS TEARS.

“vv OH...HEY KARKATTIUS, vv” HE SAID, HIS VOICE TREMBLING.

“EDWARD, WHAT'S WRONG? WHY ARE YOU WHIMPERING LIKE A GODDAMN WRIGGLER?” KARKATTIUS ASKED SYMPATHETICALLY, SITTING DOWN ON THE PIANO BENCH BESIDE HIS MORAIL.

“vv OH...IT'S NOT IMPORTANT, vv” THE RAINBOW-DRINKER SNIFFED. “vv I'M SURE YOU HAVE MUCH MORE PRESSING THINGS TO ATTEND TO, BEING IN CHARGE OF THE THRESHECUTIONERS AND ALL. vv”

“MY MILITARY RESPONSIBILITIES CAN WAIT,” KARKATTIUS ASSURED HIM, PLACING A MANLY YET COMFORTING HAND ON EDWARD'S SHOULDER. “MY RESPONSIBILITY TO YOU IS WHAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW. SPIT IT OUT.”

“vv WELL...vv” EDWARD LOOKED DOWN AT THE KEYBOARD, A SINGLE TEAR DANGLING ON THE END OF ONE EYELASH. “vv BELLA AND I ARE THROUGH. vv”

“WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? BUT YOU TWO SEEMED FUCKING PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER!” KARKATTIUS EXCLAIMED, TRYING TO SUPPRESS THE THRILL OF DELIGHT THAT CAME UNBIDDEN INTO HIS THOUGHTS.

“vv YEAH...I GUESS EVERYONE THOUGHT SO. BUT LAST NIGHT I...I DROPPED BY HER HIVE UNEXPECTEDLY TO WATCH HER SLEEP, AND...I FOUND HER WITH... vv” HIS VOICE BROKE. “vv SHE'S BEEN HAVING A FLUSHED AFFAIR WITH MY KISMESIS FOR MONTHS, KARKATTIUS! vv”

“OH MY GOD, NOT WITH JACOB? THAT BITCH!” THE MUSCULAR THRESHECUTIONER SNARLED.

“vv YEAH. vv” EDWARD WIPED HIS EYES. “vv I MEAN, IT'S KIND OF FUNNY IN A WAY, BECAUSE IT STRENGTHENED MY RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM SO MUCH, BUT...vv”

“BUT IT STILL HURTS,” KARKATTIUS FINISHED. EDWARD NODDED.

“vv BUT TO BE HONEST, IT WASN'T JUST THAT. THAT WAS JUST THE STRAW THAT BROKE THE CHOLERBEAR'S BACK. THERE WERE...OTHER FACTORS. vv”

“SHE FILLED A PAIL WITH YOUR KISMESIS! WHAT OTHER FUCKING FACTORS DID YOU NEED?” KARKATTIUS EXPLODED.

EDWARD LOOKED AT HIM WITH GENTLE TOPAZ EYES. “vv WHEN YOU'VE BEEN WITH A MATESPRIT FOR SO LONG, SOMETIMES IT'S EASIER TO FORGIVE HER THAN TO GIVE HER UP. BUT WHEN I DISCOVERED WHAT SHE'D DONE, I WAS ALMOST RELIEVED. I MEAN, FOR ONE THING, SHE WAS INDIGO-BLOODED AND IT WAS GETTING REALLY DIFFICULT NOT TO DRINK HER. vv”

“UNDERSTANDABLE.”

“vv BUT THERE'S ALSO THE FACT THAT...WELL...THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE. THERE HAS BEEN FOR A LONG TIME. vv”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EDWARD?” KARKATTIUS'S HEART FLUTTERED, AND HE FORCED HIMSELF TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH.

THE RAINBOW-DRINKER LOOKED ALMOST SICK WITH NERVOUSNESS HIMSELF. “vv KARKATTIUS...WE'VE BEEN MORAILS FOR SWEEPS. AND IT'S BEEN WONDERFUL, IT REALLY HAS. YOUR RELATIONSHIP ADVICE HAS HELPED ME THROUGH MY TIMES OF ANGST AND BROODING. WHEN I WAS SO OUT OF MY MIND WITH ANGER THAT I WOULD HAVE DRUNK ANYONE WHO DIDN'T HAVE YOUR SPECIAL BLOOD, YOU SMACKED ME UPSIDE THE HEAD AND BROUGHT ME BACK TO MY SENSES. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD HAVE DONE WITHOUT YOU ALL THIS TIME. BUT... vv”

KARKATTIUS'S BREATH CAUGHT IN HIS CHITINOUS WINDHOLE. “BUT WHAT?”

EDWARD TOOK KARKAT'S HAND IN BOTH OF HIS OWN. “vv HAVE YOU...HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT TRYING SOMETHING A BIT MORE...FLU—”

BEFORE HE COULD EVEN FINISH THE WORD, KARKATTIUS WAS ALREADY KISSING HIM.

I am such a bad person.

[Quixotic]

@ceruleanTresses: Karkat should take up writing harlequin novels, because his stories are just so vivid and flustering to read. Also, lol. I love how it's chapter nine.

[lucidSeraph]

@ceruleanTresses: and I lol'd. Amazing. ... and part of me wants to see Karkat and Kanaya bonding over mutual love of Trollight :|

[Author]

I love Karkat's Diary. He writes in such an awesome way.

I started laughing when I realized Edward's quirk was a pair of fangs.


And... And then...
"4-FOOT-LONG, RAZOR-SHARP HORNS WOULDN'T HIT THE TOP OF THE DOORFRAME."

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

@seraph: I MUST WRITE THIS. IMMEDIATELY. AFTER I GET HOME FROM SCHOOL, I SWEAR TO GOG THAT WILL BE WRITTEN.

AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.

[Kassiopeia]

@Cerulean oh my god I want more obviously the love triangle in Trollight involves Karkles choosing between Edward and his future self

[ceruleanTresses]

Aww, thanks you guys! You are all awesome!

I'm guessing what ends up happening is that Karkat's Karkattius's future self shows up to steal Edward, and their eternal battle over his matespritship becomes the focal point of their perfect fiery-hot kismesis. Or something equally ridiculous. Karkattius will fill all of the quadrants! (All of them!)

Edit: I just realized that the love triangle actually WILL involve him choosing between Edward and his future self, due to TIME SHENANIGANS and ANGST. The exact nature of this conflict will be explored in Blood and Bloodless: Chapter 15, whenever I get around to writing it.

[Graven_Image]

Jsut popping in to say, you are all awesome. I only comment so little because I'm busy trying to equal you in your awesomeness and being too hard on myself to think I'm succeeding.

[Ganato]

Seven(Sept[Crowbar])

Oh heck yeah! Go Crowbar!

A Hand in Holding Hands

Yess! New chapters! Amazing! Keep on writing! I especially like the ending.

Signal to Noise

Maybe I'm Gandalf. Maybe I'll show back up and be like sup bitches got me a white staff and even more badassery!

And here I thought my fic was sad.
Why did this not happen?!

Part 3 - Backwards billiards

This is awesome!
I am really looking forward to see the rest of this.
Especially Cans.
He'll be..
The game breaker.

Ace of Trump

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T ANGSTY?!
MOBSTER KINGPIIIIIIIIIIN!

[B]Notes from a Doomed Timeline: Part Five

Oh hey new chapter aweso... Hey, wait, Dignitary?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I really liked how his character was displayed. His death? Not so much.
Jack you sneaky dog.

My Future Self and Me

Part 8: Rose Times Two

And this, kids, is why you shouldn't play with time. Even if you were, previously, the knight of time before becoming a sprite.

Record Scratch
Part 3: Trace Erased

Trace definetly has one of the neater time powers, together with Fin.
I really like the titles you make for these.

log: 06-1

Did this have a previous chapter or something? I feel like I've missed out on something.

Oh and speaking of nothing: Do you guys remember that one fic where John was running a magic show, Jade had been put into an asylum, Rose was an alcoholic and Dave had been arrested? The one with the drawings?
Did that ever end or did it just die out?
Because I think it was pretty amazing.

[Kassiopeia]

Aaaa posting superquick before class. May need to come back and fix typos/syntax soon! If you guys didn't approve of DD's death, this... is probably not going to make you feel any better. But it does have CD and more Dave.

Notes from a Doomed Timeline: Part Six

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The Sovereign Slayer and the Regal Lieutenant make a pair of very pretty angels. Rose has taken to wearing a wing-shaped energy shadow whenever she flies, soaring round the mountains and forests of the battlefield with Jack in perfect mirror-image. Of course she doesn't need them to fly, but she's come to realise Jack enjoys the effect it has on the troops. Namely: abject, quivering terror.

Jack has a few underlings deal with the corpse of the Dignitary. It ends up in a pile with half a dozen ex-pawns. Rose tries not to look. It reminds her of things she's seen on the news - the bodies of children hidden from the cameras under dusty tarpaulins. Jack's other friend watches her, an accusing look in his beady eyes, always scuttling off behind a rock if she tries to make eye contact.

Later, when Jack is off inspecting the troops, Rose stumbles across the little guy dozing under a tree.

"Hey," she says, tapping him on the shoulder.

He opens his eyes, and she is part-horrified, part-gratified to see them widen in terror as he recognises her.

"Hi," he says, shivering. He's smaller than she is, and clutches a ridiculous technicolor hat to his chest like a security blanket.

"I'm Rose," she says, sitting next to him, "What's your name?"

"I know," he says. "I'm a Courtyard Droll. My friends call me Deuce."

He pronounces it "juice", and Rose can't help but smile. Deuce winces.

"I thought they were my friends, anyway," he says.

"Oh, dear," she says, "Um. I'll be your friend, if you like?"

God knows it's a bad idea to make friends. She isn't sure how one goes about it.

"No, you can't," says Deuce. He hugs his knees and hides his face behind his hat. "I'm still Jack's friend because he's still the leader, but you ain't my friend. I hate you."

Well. That's that, then.

"I'm sorry about the Dignitary," she begins, holding out her hands peacefully, "I didn't want to - Jack told me - he would have done it himself." Each excuse sounds lamer than the last, and she finds herself unwillingly remembering the spidery twitch of the Dignitary's fingers as he died.

"You don't know nothin' about Jack," says Deuce, "You're just a mean, evil girl."

Rose folds her arms and fixes the little man with her best withering stare. For a moment she considers just detonating the tree and everyone nearby - that would teach them to insult her - but quickly shakes off the thought. That way madness lies. I might be a soldier now, but I'm not a monster. Her hesitation seems to give the Droll some courage, because he draws himself up to his full height - all four feet of it - and glares at her.

"And you're not even the mean, evil girl he liked."

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-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --

TG: egbert listen up
TG: in my dream
EB: you are the star?
TG: not right now man
TG: i just saw rose goin hand-in-hand with jack noir
TG: they were like best buds all up in a flowery meadow picknickin right left and centre
TG: all the way up to skaia
TG: im guessing this is all part of some kind of complicated plan
TG: its not like shes gone batshit berserk or anything
TG: am i right
EB: that doesn't sound good.
EB: i didn't hear about any kind of plan.
TG: fuck
EB: yeah
TG: id pretty much be ok with it
TG: if that guy would just die horribly right now
EB: what are we going to do? do you think he kidnapped her?
TG: sure i guess
TG: thats possible
EB: ok. my dreamself's up on the battlefield.
EB: i'll have a look around up there.
EB: report back in an hour. ok?
TG: k
EB: hang in there dave!

-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

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Jack returns from his mission with a paper package for Rose. Inside is a bread roll and a few dried fruits that she thinks might be figs. All of it looks wizened and unappetising, but she chews and swallows a few mouthfuls nonetheless.

"Can't have you starvin' yourself," he says, "Need you efficient."

Becquerel and Jaspers are both whining pitifully in his mind. Poor mistress so sad so frail. He shakes his head violently, but the sense of howling anxiety and protectiveness doesn't fade. He wonders whether he should de-prototype for a while and clear his head, but he has the awful creeping feeling that it wouldn't help in the slightest.

"Sorry, Jack," she says. Her eyes are downcast and stained purple from exhaustion. It can't be good to live as a dream-self all the time, he supposes, even if you're the Princess of Derse. Her waking body must still be asleep in the Land of Light and Rain.

"Some kind of disturbance in the Western Quarter," he says, "Intruders or whatnot."

"I suppose you want me to accompany you," she says, nibbling the corner of a bread roll.

"Want you to go yourself," says Jack, "Consider your trainin' complete."

She nods. Should she be proud that he trusts her that much? Just now she can't seem to get certain other matters off her mind. "I spoke to Deuce. He was talking about you..."

"Oh, yeah?" says Jack with a grin, "Always been fond of smallfry. Fuckin' useless, but he means well."

"He mentioned a girl," she says, staring carefully at the ground. Jack doesn't like direct questions. Especially about personal matters. The time she had found a copy of Terrier Fancy magazine tucked under the dresser at home was bad enough.

"Proves how much he knows," says Jack, scowling, "What kind of nancy does he think I am?"

"I can see why you'd want to repress these things, Jack," she says.

"Repress nothin'," he says, baring his teeth, "Do I look like the kind of guy who goes in for all this complex emotional bullshit? Save it for your whiny friends and their cissy feelin's."

"I heard someone talking about the Queen," she says calmly. This is a lie. It hardly takes a genius to put two and two together.

Jack stands up abruptly, his wings bristling and disgruntled.

"Don't you ever mention that bitch's name again," he snarls. For a moment she thinks he might hit her. "Now go take out the intruders in the Western Quarter. Quick-sharp."

And then he takes off into the air and is out of sight faster than she can blink. Resignedly, she too takes to the air and heads towards the Western Quarter. The wind whips her hair into her eyes and stings her ears bitterly. Flying is no longer the escapist joy it once was. From the sky, the craters and rifts that scar the battlefield are clearly evident, and here and there the chequered earth is stained dark with soot, scree, blood.

The skies of the Western Quarter are clogged with ash and smoke. Rose coughs, shielding her stinging nose with her arm. There is a buzz of static from her radio, and she holds it to her ear. An underling is trying to give her the position of the insurgents, but it's masked by the fizz of white noise and the howling wind. What is this weather? Like she needs a hurricane on her hands as well.

"It would certainly be useful if I could hear a fucking thing you're saying," she hisses into the radio. Fuck this. Fuck it all. She wants to go home.

There is a glitter of disturbance on the ground at the centre of the storm, and she swoops lower to get a better look. A small figure in Prospitian livery. She sighs and rolls her eyes. How fucking moronic do you even have to be?

Sorry, kiddo, she thinks, sending a purplish fireball earthwards with what she thinks of as a rather stylish flick of her wands. It hits the ridge where the intruder stands with a satisfying cacophonic boom, and she feels a wave of heat and sound thunder past her. She basks in the warmth of the conflagration for a moment, before darting to the ground to see whether any cleanup is required.

The first sign that anything is wrong is the scrap of yellow silk sticking to the ground. It's the wrong colour and texture for an ordinary Prospitian soldier. Wrong altogether. Oh god. Oh fuck. Another shred of silk is plastered around a splintered fragment of wood, and another over the top of the ruined ridge.

She doesn't want to look any further. She doesn't want this to be true. The wind has abated, and a horrible stillness falls over everything, leaving her only with the faint sighing of the breeze and the death-rattle of branches overhead.

Face up to it, Lalonde, she thinks, Face up.

She pulls herself on hands and knees over the ridge, grey mud smearing her palms and skirts. Lying upside-down on the scorched earth is a dark-haired boy dressed all in gold. His glasses are smashed next to him, and blood runs down his bruised temple.

"John?" she says, and the name already sounds like a lament in her throat.

[Zizzo]

I was going to type up a giant review of why I love you, this and everything in a very masochistic way, but I can't type anything but NO ROSE NO D8

Joooooohn ;o;

[ceruleanTresses]

Oh no! Rose, this is what you get when you team up with violent psychopaths!

[egregiousBass]

Notes from a Doomed Timeline: Part Six

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I like this series so much. It just feels so natural for Rose to be collaborating with the Big Bad, and you tie it in so nicely with canon as well.

[QuetzaDrake]

:O

Holy crap. Poor CD! A-And, implications that Jack is trying to replace... with Rose... blackrom! And John! No! Jooooohn! Oh god XU Too many emoticooooons, too gooood. DX

[egregiousBass]

A-And, implications that Jack is trying to replace... with Rose... blackrom!

"Please stop, this is silly."
"Damnit, tell me to wear this already! I command you!"
"*sigh* Please put on those ridiculous clothes or I will kill you."
"Never!"

[Graven_Image]

JOHN NOOOOOO

How many times must we say goodbye?

[QuetzaDrake]

How do I liiiive wiiithoooout yooooou
I wanna knooooow
How do I breeeathe withoooout yoooou
If you ever goooo
How do Iiiiii eveeerrrrr
EV-ER-SUR-VIIIIIIIIIIIIVE
*sobs* Joooohn...

(Also, continued animals in Jack's brain wanting to comfort and make Rose happy continues to make me happy on the side)

[Sushi Database]

nooo rose why

[raequiem]

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no. No. Absolutely not. Not John. *whimpers*

cT, you made me lol again, but then Skaian tore my heart out. So just know that it was funny and awesome. Really. Don't mind the tears.

[Dermonster]

If i was at home I would totally write up my super creepy (and I mean nervously check your closet every night for a few weeks creepy) snowman just to freak you all out even more.

But you'll just have to wait, and oh my god john whyyyy.

[lucidSeraph]

OH GOD JOHN

this is delicious

[Bramzter]

Stop being melodramatic, Its just his dreamself. he is not dead..

Only tanglebuddies now...

(On a serious note all these fics are amazing!)

[Kassiopeia]

your tears only make me stronger

(seriously though, thanks guys. )

[Ganato]

Does the fact DD's death hit me harder than John's say something bad about me?
No really, I am unfazed by his human death.

[Wigmund]

It's only John's Dreamself. Time for him to go visit the horrorterrors squiddles and flesh-eating ghouls Feferi.