MSPA Fanfiction III

[Wigmund]

I'm sorry, but this is a sadfic. It's a possible consequence of Rose losing control of her powers and the other kids being forced to deal with her...
Unintended Consequences

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They should have done noticed something when she stopped talking to them. But they just put it off as "Rose being gothy and weird". By time they noticed something was wrong, it was too late to change the inevitable result of all of their actions.

It was her own dreamself that was the first one to be consumed by her madness. Rose traveled to Derse and absorbed her dreamself. When Dave's dreamself tried to protest her strange and frightening actions, he too joined her. Then she went after John's dreamself on Skaia. There was nothing he could do to stop her.

But together, the three kids figured they had a chance. On The Land of Light and Rain they waited.

"You really think she will come back here?"
"Of course, we're all here."
"But what makes you think she'll come after us?"
"Because she's gone bad."
"I don't believe you Dave."
"What the fuck dude? She ate your dreamself.
You got to experience that and you don't think she's gone bad?"
"Maybe it's the Horrorterror's fault. Maybe they've done something to her."
"Nothing she didn't ask them to do to her by playing tanglebuddies with them.
Besides, if she was unwilling - she'd want us to do this to stop her."
"I don't want to do this Dave.
Please don't make me do this to Rose."
Jade clutched her rifle and started to cry. True misery at the thought of what they had to do to stop their friend.

To save her.

John hugged Jade and began to weep as well. Weeping for all that was lost, for all that could have been.

Dave patted both of them on their shoulders, he didn't cry. He couldn't bring himself to. Not after losing Bro and Davesprite. Not after watching that thing Rose had become do those...things to her own dreamself and then turn on him when he tried to stop her madness.

He knew what had to be done.

Rose appeared a short distance away from them. She just floated there in the air, suspended by tendrils of oozing darkness. They couldn't see her eyes, but that was for the better. Those had been the first thing to be changed by Rose's consorting with the terrible things beyond the Veil. She just had two black voids where horrible things writhed. But she didn't need eyes to know her former companions were waiting for her.

And what they had planned.

"It's so nice to see all my old friends together.
We have never all been together like this before have we?"
Rose turned her head to look over her shoulder at them. A horrible smile on her face chilled their souls.
Her hands, clutching the Thorns of Oglogoth, twitched.
"Whatever could you all be plotting?
Is it a party?
I love parties.
Oh yes, today is our birthday - it must be a birthday party."
She turned around and started towards them.
"My gog, she looks like a ragdoll Dave.
What the fuck has happened to her?"
Dave clutched Caledscratch.
"She's a goddamned puppet John. Just a fucking puppet."
Rose started laughing, contorting and twisting in the air as she did so.
"Oh yes Dave, I've become a puppet.
Do you want me to laugh for you?"
"HOO HOO"
"HEE HEE"
She pointed one of the Thorns at him.
"ha ha"
A black tendril of energy shot out at Dave who just barely managed to get out of the way.
"Enough of this you fools.
I will not let you all stand in the way of my efforts."
"John! Jade! Let's get this over with!"
John and Dave both rushed towards Rose and started attacking her. She easily dodged out of reach of them. Jade just clutched her rifle...unable to bring herself to draw a bead on her friend.
"Jade! Fucking do something!"
Jade couldn't. All she could do was watch her friends fight each other. Occasionally either John or Dave would almost lay a blow upon Rose, but she would protect herself with a shield of darkness before they connected.

John was the first one to be injured by Rose, he took a tendril in the leg...nearly crippling him. Then Dave took one to the side, sending him reeling.

Jade had to shoot Rose. She knew that...but she couldn't pull the trigger...she couldn't watch Rose kill the others...

She had to do something.

She pulled the trigger.

Rose blocked the shots.

Jade kept trying.

Rose watched Jade with contempt.

"Silly little girl. You think your pea-shooter can do anything to me?"
She turned her attention away from the fallen John and Dave and drifted towards Jade as the bullets plinked uselessly against her powers.
"I have stolen the powers of the Horrorterrors themselves to save us all and yet you all turn against me!
How dare you all!"
She was right on top of Jade now. The black voids staring down at the frightened girl.
"And now you all shall be punished."
Rose raised both wands into the air.
"Nothing is worth saving now, I might as well let the Destroyers have this universe."
The horizon turned black. Looking closely Jade could see tentacles reach out of the darkness and tear chunks of reality away.
"w-w-why? Why Rose?"
Rose looked down at the cowering girl and pointed a Thorn at her.
"Because this is what we deserve.
We have failed.
And nothing can save us."
Jade fired straight into the air.
"How fruitless, but just as well.
Not that shooting at me would have done anything..."
Dave stirred and propped himself up.
"Yo Becsprite...
GOOD DOG!"
Jade squinted and shrieked.
"BEST FRIEND!"
There was a brief flash of green high in the air...
and then right behind Rose.

She turned to see the dogsprite behind her.

She didn't have time to do anything before the bullet tore through her gut.

Rose collapsed to the ground. She screamed and writhed on the ground. John and Dave by this time had managed to pull themselves up and head over to Jade and Rose. John scooped up Rose and cradled her.

The darkness was gone. All that was left was a scared girl. A girl in pain.

A girl who was dying.

"John...Oh god is that you John?"
"I'm here Rose. I'm here."
"What happened John?
Why do I hurt?
What is going on?"
John looked Rose over. He found the hole where the bullet entered Rose's gut.

He also found the much larger hole where the fragments exited her back.

She was bleeding out in his lap.
"Something bad happened. But it'll be better soon.
I promise Rose. It'll be better soon."
Rose's leg kicked and spasmed on their own accord.
"John?"
"Yes Rose?"
"I think I wet myself."
John and Rose both laughed at that...but then she cringed and cried out in pain as her life slowly slipped away.
"John...it HURTS! Please stop it.
I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to die.
Please don't let me die John.
She clutched at him and wept.
I don't want to die John.
Please don't let me go.
Please.
I won't Rose. I'm here for you.
We all are."
Jade and Dave both came up and cradled the frightened girl.
"I'm sorry guys.
I'm sorry I screwed everything up.
I'm so sorry."
"Hush Rose, everything is alright.
I don't hold anything against you."
Dave reached out and took hold of one of Rose's hands.
"It's all cool.
Don't worry about anything."
Rose smiled at them as a trickle of blood ran down her chin.
"I...I....oh GOD..."
Rose spasmed one last time and laid still.

She was gone.

And soon they would be too.

Jade and John both looked up at Dave. They all knew what he had to do...but he didn't have much time either.

The wounds from the Thorns are cruel. Even the slightest blow means doom for the victim. Dave clutched at his side as the darkness consumed his flesh.

It hurt, but he had just enough time to accomplish his task.

"Don't worry guys. I've got this handled.

None of this will ever happen."

He pulled out the Turntables and got ready to head back.

John smiled at him.
"Don't worry about us Dave, just go back and make sure this never happens.

Goodbye friend."

Jade ran up and kissed Dave.
"I love you."
Dave smirked despite the pain.
"Me too."
Then he was gone. Gone into the past to keep this timeline from ever happening.

John looked out across the horizon. The darkness was quickly approaching. His leg was lost. There was nothing left for him.

He looked up at Jade.
"Make it quick.
Please Jade. Make it quick."
Jade clutched her rifle and choked back more tears and failed.
"No John...I can't..."
"There's no choice.
One way or the other, we're dead.
I don't want to suffer anymore.
Please Jade.
Make it quick."
"John...I...I'm sorry."
She walked behind John and took aim.
"It's alright."
He collapsed over Rose's body. A look of peace was upon his face.

Jade arranged them so they held each other. She began to cry.

She cried for all that was lost.

She cried for having to lose her friends.

She cried for having to take their lives with their own friends.

And she cried because she knew what was inevitable.

She sat down next to Rose and John's body.
"I'm so sorry everyone."
She placed the rifle under her chin. She closed her eyes.
"I'll see you all soon."

I'm so fucking sorry for this. But this horrifically tragic idea had been floating around in my head for about a week now and I had to get it out.

[Kassiopeia]

Mm, sadfic. Mm, darkRose. >:3 Wigmund has struck again! (that said - I would massively appreciate it if the dialogue was traditionally formatted with speechmarks and the like. For some reason I find it really difficult to keep track of otherwise, despite the changes in colour.)

[Aborted Slunk]

Just something I came up with while talking to my friend to explain March on the Calendar. (Not that Eridan needs an excuse to be a pretty princess.) Namely, it seems that given enough time without direct threats to anyone's life, Kanaya would wind up making dresses for everyone.

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GA: You Would Look So Pretty In It
GA: It Is A Lovely Period Piece Inspired By Your History
GA: Rather Fitting For The Knight
TG: fuck off
GA: Why Is It That Every Time The Subject Of Fashion Is Broached The Sparing Human Male Intellect Assumes The Most Bullheaded Position Imaginable
TG: seriously fuck off
GA: Will You Just Look At It
TG: fine whatever
TG: damn
TG: that is some seriously sophisticated victorian fuckin finery
TG: ok im not wearin this
GA: I Believe You Established This Rather Well
GA: My Labors For You Were Of Course In Vain
GA: Who Was I To Think I Could Play Even The Humblest Role Of Tailor To The Mighty And Exalted Knight
TG: fuck youre worse than rose
-- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA] --
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering grimAuxiliatrix [GA] --
TG: ok its an hour later
TG: look i alchemized it to make it less gay and more ironic
GA: You Ruined It
TG: wrong its amazing now

Yeah okay after this whole March Page debacle your post pretty much made my year. This is amazing.

[ceruleanTresses]

Personally I've always imagined Vriska to sound a little bit like GlaDOS. XD

F-f-f-FLIIIIIIIING yourself, Pupa! F-Fling into sp8ce!

[BlastYoBoots]

Consequences

Very nice. It's interesting to look into how they'd feel directly after their vengeful events, and you do a great job of keeping it colorful and dynamic.

Though, it seemed - well, if anything, subdued. Terezi especially, who expressed in canon that she'd been terrified at her state for quite a while after being blinded; felt like it warranted a bit more emotion. Then again, trolls may just handle these things differently.

[Decker]

Consequences

Very nice. It's interesting to look into how they'd feel directly after their vengeful events, and you do a great job of keeping it colorful and dynamic.

Though, it seemed - well, if anything, subdued. Terezi especially, who expressed in canon that she'd been terrified at her state for quite a while after being blinded; felt like it warranted a bit more emotion. Then again, trolls may just handle these things differently.

Terezi had her Lusus talking to her. That's what calmed her down.

I like to think that she gets mood swingy for a while, but the Lusus tries to keep things in check.

Edit: Also, I was trying to get it so that everyone was just...tired of it. A lot of shit happened in a very short amount of time. They're kind of burned out.

[Wigmund]

that said - I would massively appreciate it if the dialogue was traditionally formatted with speechmarks and the like. For some reason I find it really difficult to keep track of otherwise, despite the changes in colour.

Thanks for the note.
I went back and added quotation marks to the dialogue, unfortunately I think adding lines like 'John/Rose/Dave/Jade said/yelled/intoned/etc' would throw something off. But do the quotation marks help at least.?

[raequiem]

Oh hell, Wig. I'm starting to get desensitized to all the OVERWHELMING PAIN your fics cause.

[Katrika]

Wigmund...;_;

[Wigmund]

Oh hell, Wig. I'm starting to get desensitized to all the OVERWHELMING PAIN your fics cause.

Maybe then I need to go back to writing overwhelmingly cute and happy fics like the Hybrid Tales or First Snow until everyone drops their guard again >:3

[Metaflare]

Oh hell, Wig. I'm starting to get desensitized to all the OVERWHELMING PAIN your fics cause.

Maybe then I need to go back to writing overwhelmingly cute and happy fics like the Hybrid Tales or First Snow until everyone drops their guard again >:3

Yes.

Because I love those fics.

SO. FUCKING. MUCH.

[QuetzaDrake]

Okay, for Black Jesus's sake, you people need to stop making me blubber like a girl at your incredibly sad sadfics.

Wigmund, man, that is so awesomely tragic, my god.

[Author]

...I have the worst idea right now.

I'm gonna write a memo where everybody trolls Karkat.

With a really stupid meme.

...IT SHALL BE WRITTEN LATER.

[Villainsocks]

Holy kicking Christ in a diaper. I have no idea how this happened. I started writing a fic based on some really adorable fan-art (that you probably will identify) and it turned into something pretty fucked up. You've been warned.

Self Destruct Sequence

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With a disinterested shamble, the knight entered his fifth gate. Or maybe his sixth. Whatever.

He didn't care either way. These last few hours, he was pretty much working on autopilot. He just wanted to get to the end already.

A nauseating amalgam of color met him beyond the gate. He winced. It was like coming out of a tunnel.

He found himself on top of a villa. He could vaguely recall playing god over this place, but to him, it seemed days ago, and he didn't give it any more thought.

Deciding he wanted to get out of here pronto, he looked up; no gate. Wonderful. To make matters worse, he was on an island, and he certainly didn't feel like swimming through all that colorful sludge. If only he could fly or something. His power was time, not space.

Just as he was beginning to wonder what to do next, someone started pestering him.


-- ?_? began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at ??? --

Greetings.
TG: jesus christ that font color is retarded
TG: i dont want to mind-highlight everything you type
But you are, aren't you?
TG: whatever
Are you having any trouble?
TG: whats it to you
I know what you should do next.
TG: youre right on fucking cue then
Funny you should say that.
TG: what

The stranger suggested looking around. Dave complied.

Do you see that little building over there? It's the entrance to a tunnel. I would like you to head there.
TG: whatever
Aren't you going to ask me who I am?
TG: dont care
All the better.

Inside the little mausoleum was a ladder extending downward, followed by a tunnel. Under different circumstances, Dave would've liked the adventure.

TG: im at a pier now
Yes, I can see. It's a dead end.
TG: wait can you see me
TG: you know what never mind
Look again.

A green haze clouded Dave's eyesight, coupled with a ringing noise. After a few seconds, it cleared up; the pier now extended into the sea.

TG: shit
TG: did you do that
It was my superior. He would like you to progress quickly.

And so he did. There was no sign of duplication, or haphazard assembly. Every plank looked as authentic and unique as the last. This pier had always been there. Whoever did this is really good at time shit.

He arrived at another, smaller island, with a structurally superfluous harbor. There seemed to be an entrance to a complex of fruity pink ruins embedded in the rock.

TG: you want me to go in there
If you please.

Inside, there was a foyer of sorts, with inordinate amounts of grist littering the floor.

Whoever came here before him really cleaned house.

"You can gather these things later. There's work to be done."

At the end of a hallway, there was a transportalizer. On the other side, a laboratory.

TG: what now
Now I want you to rewind time by four hours or so.
TG: i dont trust this
Do you want your guardian back?
TG: what
TG: you asshole
I know it's not any of my business. But I believe we may achieve a mutually beneficial goal.
TG: fuck you
TG: you know i cant do this
TG: weird shit like that is only gonna make it worse
Then by all means, head back and stare into the technicolor abyss. Perhaps there is purpose to be found in its waves. I would not count on it.

Dave sighed in frustration. He'd thought he was above this. Bro is dead; it's too far back and too far away to do anything about without fucking everything up. The others were counting on him not to.

Then again, this guy's boss managed to merge a bridge from another timeline into this one...

maybe it'll be alright.

He deployed his timetables.

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TG: are you there
I still am, yes.
TG: your not from this universe are you
Indeed not. Now please examine that terminal with the four screens.

As Dave approached, one of the screens lit up. A myriad of commands and coordinates entered themselves.

TG: are you doing this again
TG: or your boss or whatever
No. This is under Skaia's jurisdiction.

The screen showed a boy, around thirteen years of age, standing on a beach. He bore Dave's blonde hair, as well as a pair of outrageously mundane sunglasses. The sun seemed to be beating down hard, so he probably didn't have them on for ironic purposes.

The boy wore a green tee shirt and a pair of shorts. He was looking at something off-screen with a stupidly cheery expression on his face. Despite this, he looked exactly like Dave.

TG: what the fuck is this
Archive footage from an offshoot timeline. For all intents and purposes, what you see is not and will never be real.
TG: so hes not me
Yes and no. He is what you could have been.

The machine rewinded far into the past. Dave saw his five-or-so-years old alternate self trekking with an old man with an overbite. The man appeared to be showing lil' Dave the ropes of hunting. The boy was mounted on what looked like Jade's crazy cosmic dog.

Fast-forward a few years later; Dave Harley inside a richly decorated living room, having just finished stuffing his grandfather's corpse. The image was revolting, but Dave took solace in it. The boy looked just about to cry. He will grow up an orphan, just like you.

But then, the freakish mutant dog warped in. It scurried over to the boy and let him embrace it.

This angered Dave. But why? Since when am I such an asshole?

The machine zipped forward to random points in time. Dave playing fetch with the dog. Dave sleeping while his weird ass dream bot flies around the island. Dave completing his first remix and doing a little happy dance, with no-one to berate it.

It ends with the initial scene. Thirteen years of doing fuck all, why is he standing there being all happy? That Dave's got a loving omnipoterrier and a fantastic childhood. This Dave's got a whole lot of talk and a nice suit. Resent welled up inside him.

And on that note, the screen turned to static, then back to a different scene; the filthy overcrowded metropolis he grew up in, and had never left until recently. On one of the many rooftops, he saw a slightly younger version of himself sparring with an outrageously cool dude. Seeing him made Dave lean forward in longing. After all, he'd loved his bro. But now, he couldn't help but wonder...why? Why do I look like this emotionless loser? Why are you throwing me down those stairs? What did I spend my whole life doing?

He knew Bro had just been preparing him for all this Knight of Time bullshit. But deep down, he wished he'd been that carefree person out on that island, even if it meant getting vaporized by a meteor.

The machine focused on Bro. Dave's shades lit up again.

"Would you kindly push that blue button?"

There was a double helix pattern on it. He could guess what it did. The idea frightened him.

But he couldn't resist.

The ectobiology set started buzzing. A green mass of paradox slime in the shape of Bro appeared, and collapsed. The machine siphoned it into a tube. There were four tubes, but the machine began working regardless. Skaia willed it.

A baby was spawned on a platform at the center of the lab. Dave could hardly believe it. He approached, wearily, half-expecting the baby to flash out of sight and kick him in the face.

But it didn't. It was just a baby. Baby Bro.

Wait.

This is wrong. Dave ain't the older brother. Right now he needs Bro to rely on, to give him an objective, to, fuck, be a father figure. But now he's crawling on the floor, as defenseless as Dave had been once.

And what about this little tyke? What was he going to do now, raise Bro like some kind of father? Fuck, that just defeats every possible point. He'd never be able to hear Bro say how proud he was, or ask him who he was, who Dave was.

Maybe I'll drop him off somewhere and fast-forward 31 years. Dude'll be fine. ...fuck, that's just retarded.

The baby turned to Dave and chortled excitedly. Bro in a diaper. It would've been a nice experience, if it weren't so disheveling. This isn't my bro. Bro is dead.

TG: this isnt what you promised
I did not promise a single thing. However, there is one more thing you are required to do.
TG: and whats that
You could be the boy you saw on the screen, carefree, spared the ordeals you faced. You simply need to alter the flow of time.
TG: what do i do damnit
Influence the outcome of the reckoning. Skaia will redirect you. Take out one piece and the rest is rearranged.
TG: are you saying
TG: oh god

Blood drained away from his face. The white man is telling me to make Bro un-happen. He could only think of one way to do that. He wouldn't dare to consider it.
On top of that, if he were to go through with it, it'd be like his Bro never existed. Isn't that worse than outright killing him? Up until now, Dave had hated Noir for what he'd done. But ending Bro's life before it even began, that is just so much worse.

Then again, if Bro never existed, then Dave wouldn't miss him, either. He himself would cease to exist in this timeline, but another instance of him, somewhere, would get the chance to be happy. To be someone. Sacrificing himself for his own good, like Davesprite. It's only fair.

Except to Bro, of course. I'm sorry little man.

Dave noticed a timer counting down on the walls. Whatever it meant, there was less than a minute left. He held the baby by the arms. What was he supposed to do? Strangle it? Of course not. He wasn't a monster after all. At least, I think I'm not. What does it matter anyway? He's already sunk this low, an empty husk modeled after someone else, crumbling down bit by bit in the original's absence.

Sometimes you just gotta roll with it.


Thirty seconds later, Dave turned away from the deed; less of a brother, less of a human. A message appeared, but he didn't have the will to respond.

I regret to inform you that my last assertion was a complete fabrication.
I would've liked you to know the ultimate purpose to all of this, but explaining would be, from my perspective, a complete waste of time.
And time, it seems, is something we've just run out of.
I bid you farewell.

Elsewhere, a Sovereign Slayer ravages the battlefield and claims his prize. Unwittingly, he begins the Reckoning.

A single meteor is launched at Skaia and redirected towards Earth. Unlike with each previous iteration of the timeline, this meteor is empty.

It crashes down somewhere in Houston, Texas. The impact kills a woman who was to give birth that day.

Bro Strider never happened.

Dave Strider never happened.

And he is fine with that.

A/N:

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So yeah. Have fun with that.

I snuck in two Bioshock mini-references. I don't know a whole lot about objectivism, but I figured it'd be food for thought.

Also, it's full of plot holes. Why would Lord English want to execute such a far-fetched plan when
A: He can retro-build a bridge into an existing timeline and
B: He's already here?
But w/e. That's not the point of the story.

Also here's the Dave Harley art dump. It's so heartwarming seeing him all happy and smiling and that's what (ironically) inspired this.

Oh wow this is definitely one of the darkest things I've read in a while. In some ways it's even sadder then a lot of the Bro/Davesprite fic, which I honestly never though I would EVER say. Poor Dave ):
...I am sort of pleased that my derpy art kind of inspired it though :0

Also I'm totally going to do art based on that tiny section of Green!Dave's childhood. Just so you know :P

[ceruleanTresses]

Trying to write a memo with multiple trolls messing with Karkat by writing their own characters into his Trollightverse is actually really difficult! I suck at Vriska and Terezi.

Equius and Tavros were easier, though. Hopefully I'll have this done in a couple days.

[gryfft]

Yeah okay after this whole March Page debacle your post pretty much made my year. This is amazing.

Thank you so much! For what it's worth I think Eridan should be allowed to wear whatever he wants. Especially considering a bored GA with a lot of free time on her hands would inevitably accessorize all her friends. All of them.

Also Kassiopeia I just read Some Measure Of Control (Notes From A Doomed Timeline.) Oh my goodness. Holy Awesome Look Into Jack's Head, Batman.

That is really all there is to say on the matter.

[Kassiopeia]

AAaaa thank you Gryfft I'm glad you liked it!

I, too, am a fan of Eridan being allowed to crossdress

[nightmarechild]

I have no idea what I just wrote all I know is that I am horrible at writing in first person and this could never happen ever.

[Removed because of horribleness and possible offensiveness]

[fishsicles]

Sollux Time Prologue B

I was reading through the thread. "Sollux dancing like one of those stereotypical earth homosexuals".

I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I lol'd, and less ashamed than I usually am when dealing with such things.

derp :|

[Ember]

Oh, wow, so is Trolls ironically displaying prejudices about concepts that don't even exist in their culture going to be a thing now?

I don't like it.

[nightmarechild]

Nah just me spewing out random ideas that make no logical sense then hating myself for it. Business as usual.

[Ember]

Okay, I get that. When it happens twice in one evening, I start to wonder, is all.

[sarasvati]

Oh, wow, so is Trolls ironically displaying prejudices about concepts that don't even exist in their culture going to be a thing now?

I don't like it.

this.

it's not really funny, or cute, or clever, or even all that interesting. it's not even in-character. the political correctness of it notwithstanding, it's just a cheap tactic and an obvious marker for low caliber, amateur writing. does it describe what you want to say? probably. does it fit? not at all. does it make you look bad? oh yeah.

let's all take a lesson from this.

[ceruleanTresses]

Eh, it's not like humans can't do the same thing.

For instance: Man, junior high was harsh! Everyone was trying to find their niche on the social ladder, so there was all kinds of backstabbing going on. Girls would pretend to adore one another, then doublecross each other as soon as it would benefit them. They were acting just like those stereotypical troll bluebloods!

Basically I guess I can see trolls adopting human concepts to describe things more easily, as a natural outcome of sharing cultures. Plus it did stipulate that this was the "stereotypical" view, not the reality, so I didn't get the impression that any offense was intended. Acknowledging that the stereotype exists isn't the same as endorsing it. And if anyone's going to categorize humans rather than understanding all of the nuances of our society, it's going to be an alien.

That's just how it struck me. I don't want to start an argument or anything though, so I'm going to leave it at that. This thread has had a really positive atmosphere for as long as I've been reading it, and I'd hate to mess that up.

Also, the mental image of Sollux dancing to Thriller is friggin' hilarious.

[raequiem]

Oh my god, I swear I meant to type OTHER. ._.

How the hell did that even happen? I mean, I don't even use the word, and I actually berate people who do!

Karkat what the hell?

Nah just me spewing out random ideas that make no logical sense then hating myself for it. Business as usual.

First instance appears to have been a typo (although, again, how the hell did that happen?) and second was a momentary lapse in judgement. Shouldn't happen again (but if it does I will be the first to run screaming to Lexxy).

In the meantime, let's all chill and be bros, okay? We're all friends here

(Except those goddamn lowbloods, they can all burn in hell.)