MSPA Fanfiction III

[Graven_Image]

He's the Knight of Doom.



And this is his fraymotif.

[Katrika]

Ooooh!

[Domoz]

Hmmmm
I don't know why I keep writing these since I haven't got a word about them since part one. I guess I just really want to finish a chaptred fic is all.
Now good night I've been up for a day and a half now.

wwhite magic Black Magic
part 5/6
Other parts in my sig

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You walk back down the stairs thinking hard. Why would kan ever even want you to attack her weird human friend? It doesn't make any sense. You guess it doesn't have to, you guess. She expects you do train or whatever stupid fuck thing it is she wants you to do with a crippled arm. Actually on that note you can feel tingling sensations running up and down your arm, like you laid on it funny and it was just asleep this whole time.

Fucking stupid.

Your Journey to the computer room is, unsurprisingly, completely uneventful. You see not so much as another troll as you work your way through the complex, eventually arriving in the unorganized common room. No notices when you come in, everyone is to busy at their computer. Even Kan. You walk over to her and look over her shoulder. It looks like more stuff on magic, fucking boring.

You stand there awkwardly. You don't really have a plan for interrupting someone you don't hate when they're at their computer. So you just stand there. And watch, only you're not really paying attention to anything on the screen, your thinking again. Why are you even going through with this stupid plan. Probably to get back at Rose, you tell yourself, but then again there's the whole fact that you always wished magic was real, then whoa stunning fucking revelation after all these sweeps turns out it is. What. The. Fuck.

It's at this point in your reverie that Kan decides to notice you. And she turns around and starts whispering. “Do You Have Feeling In Your Arm Again” she asks. You nod, then you ask,
“kan wwhy are you wwhisperin”. She rolls her eyes
“I Don't Know About You But This Is A Conversation I Would Not Want To Be Caught Having”
“i think it suspicious enough that im ovver here talkin to you at all”
“Right Fine Whatever”,her voice returns to a normal volume, “Theres Not Much Time Before This All Goes Down So You Have To Get As Much Work As Possible Done In As Short A Time As Possible”
“and by wwork you mean-”
“Yes Magic Is What I Mean”
“okay but i dont get wwhat exactly am i supposed to be doin”
“Well In Order To Prepare Without Hurting Yourself Youll Want To Be Practicing Spells That Help People”
“wwhat people around here need help exactly”
“Well Maybe Uh”
“go on”
“There Karkat Just Broke Another Keyboard You Can Fix It For Him”
“right out here wwhere evveryone can see”
“Perhaps This Is Not The Best Plan”

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You end up having to sneak around like some low blooded thief in order to get anything done.

You're lucky enough to stumble upon a Tavros stranded in the hallway because his legs had malfuntioned. You cast a variation of heal on the legs and they begin to work again, for a time. Immediately Tavros' face brightens as he moves forward again, what a stroke of luck ,he thinks, the problem seems to have resolved itself! Only moments later the spell fails and Tavros is stuck again. Kanaya is sent out to retrieve Equuis.

There's Gamzee walking down the hall. You don't even pay attention to him until Kanaya elbows you. You turn just in time to catch him falling over. You cast a barrier spell a bit louder than you meant to, but Gamzee doesn't notice and he manages to catch himself on it all the same. You're proud of yourself, that was quick thinking.

You see Nepeta running down the hallway and fuck it you do your best to ignore that one. It's quite a bit harder to ignore the fist on your arm. So you follow, and you see Nep running through the halls. Then you see that she's about to jump off of a huge pile of crates, and you see where she's about to land, an oh my gog are you shitting me. You move the stakes over just a bit, and Nep ends up just fine.


You stop. This is stupid and there are so many flaws in this plan like you wouldn't even belive. You turn to Kan and complain about it, too.”howw the hell”, you ask, “am I supposed to fight rose if all i can do is stupid party tricks”
“I Was Thinking About That Myself Actually And I Think I May Have Already Come Up With A Solution”
“alright lets havve it then wwhy do you alwways stall wwith theese things”
“You Should Kill Imps”
“i dont really see howw that helps anybody”
“But It Does It Gets Grist And Keeps Them From Causing Mischief On Us”
“i guess its at least wworth a shot but if i end up like tavv im blamin you”
“I Can Live With That”

There are, in fact, imps in the lab, though the population seems to have declined with all the trolls around. You try the weakest spell you have, and though it does little more than stun the thing, you feel no ill effects yourself. So you try something bigger, the first spell you ever cast, and it already seems like so long ago. The imp is nothing more than a pile of ash. You still have full functionality over your whole body. Kan deems the experiment a success.

You spend the rest of the night killing imps, and you have more fun doing it then you ever have before.

[bluelantern]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

[lucidSeraph]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

[Douhneill]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

I've been doing nothing but experimenting for every fic I ever wrote.

[bluelantern]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

Well, more fun/easy/it-makes-my-creativety-flow-like-water it would be MS Paint... the problem is the pictures, I simple don't have the time to make all of them, and I feel that it would be too confusing to others to read without them... so I dunno.

[Douhneill]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

Well, more fun/easy/it-makes-my-creativety-flow-like-water it would be MS Paint... the problem is the pictures, I simple don't have the time to make all of them, and I feel that it would be too confusing to others to read without them... so I dunno.

Well, here's a great second-person fic example by Graven_Image if you're looking for inspiration.

[bluelantern]

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

Asking for Advice:

When writting a Homestuck-based fic do you guys think it is better write it in the MSP Aint Adventures style or write like regular prose?

Whichever you're more comfortable with / suits the style of the piece. I use one or the other depending on how I feel.

Basically, what's more fun for you to write? Do that.

Well, more fun/easy/it-makes-my-creativety-flow-like-water it would be MS Paint... the problem is the pictures, I simple don't have the time to make all of them, and I feel that it would be too confusing to others to read without them... so I dunno.

Well, here's a great second-person fic example by Graven_Image if you're looking for inspiration.

You mean one without images? do you have the link for it?

[Metaflare]

Oh god kill me now.

Super Sburb World

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megaMushroom [MM] began pestering greenFireball [GF]
MM: Hey Luigi!
MM: ...
MM: Luigi.
MM: Weegee!
GF: gah!
GF: sorry about that, bro.
GF: i was making food.
MM: Now's no time for food!
MM: You got the game yet?
GF: yeah, got it a couple days ago.
MM: Yes!
MM: Okay hold on, I'm gonna see if the others have it yet.
GF: don't you think we're a bit old to play these games?
megaMushroom [MM] ceased pestering greenFireball [GF]
GF: ._.

megaMushroom [MM] began pestering royalHeart [RH]
royalHeart [RH] is an idle chum.
MM: Darn.
MM: Princess, whenever you get this, tell me if you've gotten the game yet.
MM: Me and Luigi are ready, all I need is your's and Daisy's confirmation and we'll be all set!
MM: See ya later!
megaMushroom [MM] ceased pestering royalHeart [RH]

megaMushroom [MM] began pestering crystalFlower [CF]
MM: Daisy, please tell me you're here.
CF: yup!
CF: im here!
CF: whats up?
MM: Good!
MM: You got the game yet?
CF: ...game?
MM: Sburb.
CF: ?
MM: The game we all agreed to play?
CF: haha
CF: what? :D
MM: You're kidding me.
CF: haha actually i am kidding you. ;)
CF: i know what youre talking about.
MM: Good.
CF: dont got the game yet though :\
MM: Darn.
MM: You check your mail yet?
CF: ...
CF: i knew i forgot something :V
CF: brb!!
MM: ...
CF: k back
CF: got it!
MM: Yes!
MM: Now all that's left is Peach's confirmation and we'll be all set to go!
CF: oh shes in a meeting, shell be a while
MM: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!
CF: dont worry we can start without her.
CF: she can pick up wherever
CF: ive read a lot about this game
CF: im the expert B]
MM: If you say so...
MM: Well, I've got to get going.
MM: When I'm done with my stuff we can all get started!
CF: yaaaaaaaay!
CF: byyye! :)
crystalFlower [CF] ceased pestering megaMushroom [MM]

[Decker]

Considering stuff I've written already, Is there anything anyone here wants to see me write?

[quantumCopycat]

I dearly do, Decker! WRITEMOAR

(edit: you see nothing!)

[Decker]

Fixed my last post. I am filled with shame.
Edit: Also, I'm not posting with the intention of showing off. I don't know what I should try next.

[X15lm204]

He's the Knight of Doom.

That's funny, I was just working out the kinks in the concept for my own Knight of Doom -

Wait.

*Looks over characters*

A Seer of Melody who can hear, record, and manipulate others' fraymotifs before they are aware of them...

A Mage of Life prone to fits of rage who fights like a berserker and is the group's leader...

A Bard of Light who in the setting she was originally designed for had replaced her organic body with an inorganic one...

Well, damn.

I'm starting to think that my decision to choose my title on the forums based on my Thief of Mind of all my characters was an inauspicious one. =^_^=

[Tenebrais]

Oh man, I actually caught up with the fanfic thread I started!

I've been working on a couple of fics - Kanaya's chapter in Windows, the continuation of one of my AU fics from the first thread, a new thing - but it's slow going. Let's hope I can get at least one of them done before the end of the thread.
Which at this rate might be unlikely!

[Bardic Feline]

Good grief...I put off working on any of my fics for a few months because school is keeping me busy, and two threads fly on by without me? When did the fanfic thread get so fast? O_O

[Metaflare]

Good grief...I put off working on any of my fics for a few months because school is keeping me busy, and two threads fly on by without me? When did the fanfic thread get so fast? O_O

When people decided to be the best people and write

[SkaianRedeemer]

So this is taking longer than I thought. I'd definitely appreciate any feedback as to whether I should continue because if no one's interested... well, it's a busy time of year.


Cold Grublings
Part 1 (2)

This is a stand-alone Grubfic (where the Trolls have cloned themselves a second time by accident and are trying to raise the new grubs). For those nevertheless interested in the previous parts, they are here and here for me, and elsewhere for other authors in their own 'verses.

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When all had been said and done, goodbyes exchanged to one another and one goodbye in particular to rest, it was time to finally address the Grub Problem. Accidentally (yes, definitely an accident) cloning all the Trolls a second time had led no end of trouble in the early days of their settlement. But once the Humans and the Trolls had put the finishing touches of their new houses and communication system, they had to outline exactly what they were going to do with their unexpected second generation.

For the Trolls, bonding with a guardian was a step that had always been in the hands of the lusus. Unfortunately, situation had crammed them together in their tin can with the grubs for too long for the line to be drawn so neatly. Except for Karkat, who had always been decisive when it was time to put his foot down, there was no lack of hard feelings over being forced to cherry pick from the litter and walk away. In the end, the grubs had made many of the calls on their own, in a sense, as they all had their favourites.

So they went their separate ways. The Trolls went to their individual hives, most with a single grub for company, and the Humans to a shared compound with two of their own, ready to start over. It would have been silly to assume that all of the grubs would have ended up with their cloneparents, but there was something else to be said about how, in the end, none had.

“Thhe goth thpiderth in my hair!”

“Aw, honey, no she—”

“OH MY FUCK, HAS SOLLUX BEEN SNEAKING AROUND TEACHING YOU ALL DICTION? I SWEAR TO GOD, I CAN’T HOLD A CONVERSATION WITH ANY OF YOU.”

“Buh… thhe got thpiderth in my hair!”

Jade reached down and brushed at the grub’s hair, but Karkat just kept talking. “Yeah, and I don’t care. Go bitch at Terezi, why don’t you? We’re busy!”

“Karkat,” Jade muttered in hopes of not being overheard, “would you please keep the shouting for your own kids?”

“Wh—are you serious? No!”

Even though they lived apart, the grubs still had fair memories of the early days and still tended to favour not just their immediate “lusus” but another of the adult Trolls or Humans as well. If they had good news to share, the other could easily expect a video chat to poke into their day. If there was bad news, the grubs tended not to accept punishment until the other hammer came down to match. Even in groups, with semi-familiar adults all around, the grubs knew their lusii in an instant and would be straight there at once to talk, tattle or blame. In time, the grubs began to gravitate into neat pairs, two grubs sharing two lusii in a sort of long-distance sibling relationship. The grubs’ chosen guardians tended to be quite random. Some of them could barely stand one another, and none of them began as actual couplings in any of the romances, although one romance had since been inspired by one.

“Miss Roz, I was—”

“Sweetie, I’ve already told you to call me ‘Rose.”

“…Roz,” she repeated. “Nep and Eri are—”

The second grub, his brother of sorts, piped up. “They keep kissing on the couch and they won’t listen to us!”

Rose heaved a sigh. She was far too busy to be dealing with everyone else’s kids today. “Go give them a poke from me and tell them to get back to work.”

“But we just need you to open our sodas!” said the first.

Rose eyed the Faygos and tried to put aside her pet peeve that they were copies of bottles created years ago. “Did someone say you could have those?”

The second grub answered. “They couldn’t because they were kissing on the couch!”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Rose muttered. “Put the pops away, you two, and go tell Eridan that he’s supposed to be helping me stuff this bird.”

“Awww…” both grubs moaned in concert, before Eridan’s ward rounded, shouting: “Eri! Roz says come and stuff her bird!”

Eridan’s reply came a touch belated, and even then preceded by a burst of Nepeta’s laughter. “Who said to stuff her what?”

Being split up like they were, the grubs had not actually been told about their genetic origin until the humans had gone and “FUCKED EVERYTHING TO HIGH HELL,” and each lusus pair soon found themselves barraged with “gOdDaMmEd PaTeRnItY qUeStIoNs Up My MoThErFuCkInG wAzOo” With even their last names tied to their live-in lusus, the grubs had not been expected to have worked this out so soon. Twelfth Perigree’s Eve was the first time they had all gathered since the news had broke, and screeching play and screeching fights were still being interrupted from time to time by the sight of a newly discovered genetic relative. The grubs had only three sweeps under their belts, and since they had no real idea or even inspiration to tell them what their donors were supposed to mean to them, they turned away from the company of the grown ups and toward one another. Disaster ensued.

On the first day, decorations had been torn down, furniture damaged and a food fight broke out over dinner. The grubs moved about Gamzee’s property in a destructive wave of play. By the second day they had figured out where the adults were least likely to walk, and had started picking fights. After John had convinced Karkat to disinfect the wounds if he insisted on not bandaging them, things had begun to calm down, but it did not last. The third day, Twelfth Perigree’s Eve proper, had dawned with a new burst of energy and Gamzee’s couch was feeling the brunt of it as a group of them crawled onto the back to claim lordship over their “castle.”

“Miss… uh… Vriska…”

Only Shaula had found the strength to confront her original, but where she had found that courage was a question all its own. Gamzee had tied her hair in a ponytail before he had left that morning, but she had pulled some of it back out to hide her seven-pupilled eye from the others, like she had the day before. She had reset her hair so that the eye was visible before approaching.

“…h-hi,” she trembled.

“Hey,” Vriska said, not really paying attention as she cracked open a beer.

“I’m Shaula,” said the little Troll, turning her head up with some hesitation to look at Vriska’s own eye.

“Yup,” Vriska said. “I recognize you.” Vriska had meant that in the sense that she had cleaned up after Shaula for a few weeks after she had hatched, but whether she understood or not, Shaula took it in with a sense of awe.

“Vriska, do you… uh…” Shaula started to tremble, and it was apparent she no longer wanted to be there. “Do you know… when Sollux will be home?” Shaula had really come looking for Gamzee but something in her head said it would be better to approach the problem from another angle. That way this tall stranger that shared her eye would not realize just how homesick she was getting in her own home. Unfortunately, not knowing any of the other Troll’s names, she had accidentally named her other lusus and shrunk away at the worry that she had been caught in the act.

“Eh? Oh. Wow, look at you. Eridan, take a look at this,” Vriska said, pointing to Shaula with a hand otherwise still on her beer. “Look at her shaking. Didn’t I tell you? Gamzee couldn’t raise a good kid even if she was me!”

“For fuck’s sake, Vris,” Eridan said, and appeared over the kitchen counter, both hands coated in green blood. “Yeah, uh, Shaula, what is it?”

Shaula started to back away from the two strangers. “I… d-don’t… like…” Shaula began to pull at her own hair until her eye had been covered yet again. “…don’t like not knowing... where things are!” And she turned and ran away.

“Tsk,” was all Vriska had to say as she watched her leave, and she took a sip of her beer. “Vision Eightfold. I tell you, it’ll drive you nuts if you don’t step up and—”

“Turn into an asshole that picks on kids?” Eridan asked. Vriska felt the oily tip of a used carving knife touch up against her cheek. “vris, get out of the fuckin kitchen i dont wwanna talk to you any more”

Vriska smiled slightly and reached up to push the knife slowly aside. “Eridan, the overblown hate thing wasn’t cute when we were five and six, and it’s not cute now that we’re nine.”

All the same, she tossed the can into the trash and stepped out and into the living room. New Years decorations mingled with the Human’s Christmas crap, a pile of gifts stacked under their tree for everyone and glitter spread almost everywhere, which no one could really explain. At least eight of the grubs could be found still crawling over one of Gamzee’s sofas, but Vriska headed toward the opposite end of the room and another sofa. There she found Terezi lying on her back, Tavros’ clone sitting on her chest and babbling a story.

“Hey, Pyropes,” Vriska said by way of greeting. “Either of you seen my kid?”

“Hi Vrithka,” Hyaden said with a smile, always happy to learn new words and names and completely ignoring his lusus’ silent scowl.

“Hey mini-goober,” Vriska replied. “You seen Subraa?”

“Great parenting, Serket,” Terezi said. “Easy nine-point-five.”

“You’re one to talk,” Vriska replied at once. “Your other kid was just in the kitchen bitching to Jade about Rikisa putting spiders in his hair.”

“Don’t pat yourself on the back, Vriska,” Terezi said, grinning. “It was just a dust bunny. Jade got it just fine. Besides…” she said, brushing aside Hyaden’s overlong hair. “…I’ve been busy.”

Vriska harrumphed and turned away, as Hyaden’s voice followed her out, making up some story as he went about being a musclebeast. Facing the couch on the opposite side of the room, Vriska was disappointed, though not surprised, to see Equius’ clone Ascell having seized the top. Seeing one of hers on the side, trying to jump from the floor to the well-guarded top in one ill-planned go, she headed over and squatted down.

“Riki,” she said, and Feferi’s clone shot her a glare. “You seen Subraa?”

“No,” Rikisa replied, over-stressing her “No,” just to rub in how stupid she thought it was that she had to say it. “Go ’way, I’m trying to sneak up!” Vriska sat back and waited. Rikisa was hers with Dave, and she lived with him and tended to pretend she did not have to listen to Vriska whenever possible. But she always listened in the end. Terezi’s implications aside, Vriska knew how to keep her own kids in line. After all, Vriska knew how to manipulate anyone into line. She was simply the best there was.

In this case, she really had to do nothing at all. Rikisa jumped up to the back of the couch and was immediately knocked flat to the ground by a backhand from Ascell. A magenta mark was already forming on her forehead, thanks in no small part to Equius' genes. “…Ow…” she moaned, a tear coming to her eye before she remembered just how close she was to one of her two no-nonsense lusii. She wiped away the tear and immediately got up to go again.

“Hold it,” Vriska said. “You just wanna get knocked on your ass again? C’mon. I got a way better plan.”

“Oh yeah?” Rikisa crossed her arms, feeling quite confident there was no way her stupid lusus could have outsmarted her direct attack.

“Yeah,” Vriska said, and leaned in so that she could whisper. “First, you wait until someone’s at the far end over there…” Rikisa nodded, and Vriska reached around her daughter to slide her closer. “Then you go over to the other side and…” Vriska squeezed her shoulder. “...Have you seen your sister, or not?”

Rikisa’s face fell. “…she’s in the boxes.”

“That’s not what you said earlier.”

“Yes I did!” the grub insisted.

Vriska clicked her tongue. “…then you climb up quietly when he’s not looking and push him off a side where he won’t land on anyone. Because…?”

Rikisa huffed, and then recited: “‘Killing the other trolls is bad.’”

“Thaaaaaaaat’s my girl,” Vriska said with a smile. “If you see Dave, tell him I’m going out.”

“Kay.”

Vriska got back to her feet and headed toward the Christmas tree, where she found the strange sight of three open bottles of Faygo and Nepeta and Eridan’s kids shouting at the gifts.

“You gotta let us in because we said the magic words!” said Gamzee’s clone, Giedel. Vriska had no trouble recognizing him at all, seeing as how Gamzee’s face paint assured that he and his clone were the only two Trolls in existence that looked nothing like any other Troll.

“Nooooooo!” said a familiar voice on the other side of the packages. Hrm, Vriska thought. She was still not holding it long enough. Needs at least one more “o”. “You’ve gotta do the dance first!”

“We did the dance last time!” said Terezi’s clone. Vriska would know her anywhere as well. It wasn’t just the teeth, it was the laughable display Eridan had made of styling her hair. Hair dye was something she felt Ampora should have never been allowed to duplicate, but hair dye and a child was a combination she was willing to endorse.

“No you didn’t!” said the girl behind the boxes.

“Ya-huh!”

“Nu-uh!”

And then Giedel made a hissing sound. Wow, Vriska thought. Nepeta’s going to give Dave a run for his irony money if this keeps up. Tired of waiting for the childhood drama to run its course, she cut in between the siblings.

“’Scuze me,” she said, and dropped to her knees in front of the boxes. Two glowing Troll eyes met her in between a crack, before playfully shouting and turning to run to the back of the tree. But Vriska’s reach proved longer than that and she caught her daughter by the heel before pulling her out. The grub giggled all the way until she had been pulled completely into the light, from toes to big round Nepeta horns. Vriska couldn’t help but throw a gloating look over her shoulder to Terezi, who could not have helped but look up at the commotion. Bad parenting, hmph, she thought. No one else was ever as happy to see her as her daughter. What does Terezi know, anyway? We’re on the same page here, she thought, thinking of Terezi and the young Tavros. Kids are awesome.

“Hi Vriska,” Subraa said as she got to her feet.

“Hey squirt. C’mon, get your coat. We’re gonna go for a walk.”

“Where are we going?” her daughter asked, having to run to keep up as Vriska picked up the pace.

“We’re going to try to find Dave and some of my friends,” Vriska answered as they hit the hallway. She began to rifle through the closet to find her own winter gear.

“They’re out hunting for more dinner,” Subraa said, matter-of-factly as though Vriska had asked her a question. She tended to keep a close and eager eye on her Human lusus whenever he was over, and since Vriska never really wanted to deal with Dave she had to trust Subraa to know these things.

“Yup, and they’re late, so we’re gonna go find them.”

“Why?” Subraa pulled a scarf around her neck before going for her boots, almost covering her entire face. Vriska, once she was certain no one was there to see, knelt down, untied it and started fresh.

“Because it’s Twelfth Perigree’s Eve,” Vriska said, “and it’s Christmas, and that means we do nice things for one another.”

“Okay,” Subraa said with a chirp. “Can we make a snowman?”

“Tomorrow,” Vriska said, and took her hand to lead her out into the snow. It was a pleasant, calm night outside on their new world, but visibility was still low. No problem, that’s what Vision Eightfold was for anyways.

“There’s a girl here with an eye like yours, Vriska,” Subraa said. It would seem she had not yet made the connection that if she was a clone of Nepeta, her lusus might also have a clone wandering about somewhere.

“Yes, I know,” Vriska said with a laugh. “You told me last night.”

“But did you see her?”

“Yup,” Vriska said, the snow crunching under their boots as they headed toward the forest and the snow obscured the Makara hive from view. “…We had a nice little chat.”

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Nineteen year-old Vriska’s like a masked superhero: only doing good deeds when no one’s looking. Progress is progress, I suppose.

Vriska -> Subraa (Nepeta’s Clone) with Dave -> Rikisa (Feferi’s Clone)
Gamzee -> Shaula (Vriska’s Clone) with Sollux -> ???
Terezi -> Hyaden (Tavros’ Clone) with Jade -> ???
Nepeta -> Giedel (Gamzee’s Clone) with Eridan -> ??? (Terezi’s Clone)
??? -> Ascell (Equius' Clone)

All but one of the kids are named after stars. That being said, I still think I've got to get some girl names that don't end in 'A'.

EDIT: Whoops, mixed up Rose and Jade as Terezi's co-lusus for some reason. It's supposed to be Jade, I think I got them all.

[Douhneill]

Good grief...I put off working on any of my fics for a few months because school is keeping me busy, and two threads fly on by without me? When did the fanfic thread get so fast? O_O

When people decided to be the best people and write

Doesn't hurt that there's a whole bunch of "new guys" joining every so often.

[DJ-P0N3]

Good grief...I put off working on any of my fics for a few months because school is keeping me busy, and two threads fly on by without me? When did the fanfic thread get so fast? O_O

When people decided to be the best people and write

Doesn't hurt that there's a whole bunch of "new guys" joining every so often.

Fresh blood and imagination keeps this thread alive!
So many first time fanfic writers do a fantastic job!

[Bardic Feline]

Good grief...I put off working on any of my fics for a few months because school is keeping me busy, and two threads fly on by without me? When did the fanfic thread get so fast? O_O

When people decided to be the best people and write

Doesn't hurt that there's a whole bunch of "new guys" joining every so often.

Fresh blood and imagination keeps this thread alive!
So many first time fanfic writers do a fantastic job!

Tell me about it...this fandom really does have some of the best fic writers. I am continually delighted and somewhat intimated by the consistent high quality and high output.
For my part, I'm actually wondering if it's even worth it to continue my long neglected 10 things fic...it was relegated to the territory of pure AU months ago. ^^;;

[DJ-P0N3]

Tell me about it...this fandom really does have some of the best fic writers. I am continually delighted and somewhat intimated by the consistent high quality and high output.
For my part, I'm actually wondering if it's even worth it to continue my long neglected 10 things fic...it was relegated to the territory of pure AU months ago. ^^;;

I say you should!
Regardless of it being an AU, a good read is a good read!

[Katrika]

Skaian, that fic blew me away so mych that team Katrika is blasting off again.

I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling writers!

-fistshake-

[conceptofzero]

Very Merry Midwinter! On a very special episode of the Intermission, Snowman leans about the true meaning of Midwinter with help from the Felt! AOOO | Livejournal

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Snowman woke up with the cold creeping in her window.

She shivered and pulled her blankets tighter around her. But once her mind started to wake up, there was no going back to sleep. Snowman opened an eye, glancing around her room. Her window was partly open, as it always was after warm days, only instead of the usual desert heat pouring in, something cold was instead.

Snowman got out of bed, dragging her blankets behind her as she peered out the window. To her shock, the colourful sands were covered in something white. It took her a moment to place it. Though she had never seen it with her own two eyes, a distant part of her mind identified it as 'snow', much in the same way that it would have known what the ocean was, even though she had never seen any of those either.

She shut her window and got dressed, heading downstairs to breakfast. It was Itchy and Doze's turn to make it, which always meant the table would be covered in an assortment of breakfast stuff. Snowman grabbed her usual seat beside Crowbar, taking an offered cup of coffee, "Did you see outside?"

"I was there went it happened," Crowbar was spreading jam over a slice of toast and he set it on Snowman's plate, making one for himself, "You can thank Scratch for giving us a real Midwinter."

"I can't believe you actually give a shit about Midwinter," Itchy set another stack of toast on the table, "What are you, five?"

"I always liked Midwinter," Sawbuck helped himself to a few slices, "But I haven't celebrated it in years."

"Me and the Mrs' used to do a thing with her family," Quarters reached for the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup, "Best day of my life was when I realized I'd never have to see my in-laws ever again."

"Someone actually married you? You're fucking with me right?" Itchy set down a plate full of bacon, reaching over into Snowman's plate and picking up her toast, taking a bite out of it, "Hey, you're a woman, you believe anybody would marry this guy?"

"Lay off Itchy," Crowbar finished putting jam what had been his piece of toast and set it on Snowman's plate. Itchy grabbed that too and crammed it in his mouth, deliberately spraying crumbs on Crowbar. Crowbar simply grabbed the crowbar sitting by his side and stood up, Itchy quickly darting to the other end of the table. He sat back down, setting the crowbar on the table so it was easily within reach, "Hey Snowy, what's Midwinter like where you're from?"

"Midwinter? I don't know what that is," Snowman had been lost from the moment they'd started talking.

"It's whatever you celebrate when it's cold outside," He finished yet another piece of toast, placing this last one on her plate and keeping an eye on Itchy, "All Sweeps Eve or whatever other names people have for it."

"We don't have seasons. Or celebrations," Snowman finally picked up her toast and took a bite, before Itchy could get any bright ideas. It was pretty good. But halfway through chewing, she realized that the table had gone quiet. She swallowed and looked around.

"It's the birthday thing again," Trace said darkly. Birthdays had been a rather sticky topic. Snowman still didn't see the purpose in marking the date of birth, but since she hadn't been born, there was very little point in marking it. They had all reacted with horror when they discovered that Snowman had never had a birthday, and she had narrowly avoided having them arbitrarily assign her one.

"Alright, we're fixing this. Pick something you like about the holidays and show it to Snowman," Crowbar looked around the table, giving out the order. Snowman tried to protest, but Crowbar just spoke overtop of her, "We've got the next few days to get her up to speed."

"I don't really need to know about Midwinter," Snowman paused to sip her coffee, doing her best to make it clear that she had no real interest in learning, "And it seems like a holiday that no one wants to celebrate."

"Hey, watch what you say! If you've never had a Midwinter, you can't talk shit about it!" Itchy said, confusing the hell out of Snowman at his sudden defence of something he'd just torn down, "Once you've celebrated it, then you can say it sucks! Crowbar, I'm taking her out sledding."

"It would be nice to make some cookies," Sawbuck smiled, his lower teeth sticking out even more, "I haven't had any since I moved out of my parent's house."

"We can get a tree," Quarters said, and like that, the rest broke into conversation, quickly claiming activities or items. Snowman looked around, confused by the sudden sharp turn of events, and then glanced at Crowbar.

"Just go with it," He told her, finally taking a slice of toast for himself, "It'll be fun."

"Why can I never trust you when you say something will be 'fun'?" She asked. Before Snowman could get an answer, Itchy lunged across the table and yanked the toast out of Crowbar's hand, and Crowbar took off after him, knocking over his chair.

She looked at the others, Trace leaned across the table, "So what do you think about decorating?"

Snowman just looked blankly at him.


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[KanjiUsagi]

Ack! I'm running two days late! my time got sucked up by a christmas present i'm working on. Well, I'm still going to give it the old college try to get all of them done! Or at least as many as i can manage.

Twelve Days of Trollmas 6:

Six Geese a L8ying

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“Nepeta. How long have you been out here?”

Nepeta sat with Vriska by the line of alchemiters. Vriska had simply needed to make herself another Nic Cage poster, and she now was watching as Nepeta fiddled with the settings on the machine. Various dream-items appeared on the hologram and were just as quickly replaced by something even better. A blue blanket similar in appearance to Nepeta's cat outfit; formal, elbow-length claw gloves so the green-blood could defend herself in style; a dry-erase shipping board with red and black markers. They both turned to acknowledge their new strong company.

“Hey Zahhak. Sit, join us, watch the par8de of unnecessary cute.”
“Equius! :33 A long while. Look at this t33 set! It's so adorable!”

Equius looked thoughtfully at the tea set now being projected. It was, in fact, adorable—The whole thing looked like a litter of kittens, with the cups' handles shaped like the tails and little paws attached to each base. The teapot's lid was shaped as another kitten, with a normal shaped lid on its head. The set was just precious, and just looking at it made Equius giggle like a strong little girl. Vriska rolled her eyes at the way he patronized Nepeta. She made her way to the transportalizer, leaving the most sugar-coated storybook example of moiraillegiance in all of paradox space to their own devices.

“S33! You think so too!”
“There is no doubt that I agree with you Nepeta. However, I am afraid you will have to wait for some time before you can alchemize it. Look at the grist required.”

The tea set was very expensive. It cost almost all of the grist and boonmoney. Almost all of it. Nepeta sighed in disappointment.

“I knooow. :{{ But a troll can window-shop, right? Or, um, holo-shop.”

She stood, and before Equius could stop her she had pounced onto his back.

“Onward, my mighty st33d!”
“Nepeta, I object to...oh to hell with it. PCHOO!”

In the spirit of the season, Equius swallowed his pride and ran off in a clumsy zigzag toward the tranportalizer, arms outstretched. Nepeta giggled and held on for dear life to avoid falling off at every sharp turn.

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[A few hours later]

Equius stepped back into the alchemizer hall. Nepeta was long since asleep, and he needed to use this opportunity to make her a gift. Thinking of the tea set she had ooh-ed and aah-ed over, he shook his head and sighed. There was no way he could make that just yet. Reaching his own alchemiter, he entered the codes of everything in his inventory, however unhelpful they seemed.
This strategy proved useful. A glass of milk that he had just poured himself, a little cube from Nepeta's land, and a scribbly drawing of the moirails created a small, simple candy diamond. The scribbly drawing was embossed on its surface. Glancing at the grist costs, Equius found he could just barely afford the diamond. Finishing the alchemy process, he pondered for a moment on how to pick it up without crushing it. Eventually he settled on using two captchalogue cards as tongs, and the little candy diamond was delivered safely to a space beneath the tree. Satisfied with his work, he returned to his room for the night, looking forward to her reaction in the morning.

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“Ugh. D8mn I'm thirsty.”

Vriska climbed out of her recuperacoon, awoken by her own scratchy coughing. Annoyed and sleepy, she hurried to clean off all of the sopor on her clothes and marched out to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Walking through the main room to the kitchen, she noticed the tree's lights had been left plugged in. She walked toward it to admire the decorations and unplug the lights—that thing was a fire hazard. Before unplugging the lights, she grinned and adjusted her ornament—a large blue bulb with dice etched into the surface. As she reached to place the ornament more securely on the branch, she stumbled forward and felt something give way under her foot.

crunch

“Sh8t.”

Lifting her foot she saw the crumbled remains of a white candy diamond, with a tag reading:

Merriest of Christmases, Nepeta.
With love, from your best friend,
Equius
P.S. Moirails forever

Vriska groaned at this sudden turn of bad luck. She had just crushed what was probably the only present Nepeta was going to get for Christmas. There was only one thing she could do—she had to replace it before anyone noticed it was gone. But then, there was nothing Vriska had the right “ingredients” for that Nepeta would like—dice? Of course not. Pshooes? Pff. What use would Nepeta have for those?
Vriska sighed and opened Sollux's computer. His password was “solxpeixes—” Vriska had utilized her vision 8-fold to watch him type it in earlier. She opened the security program. Moments later, the girl snuck quietly toward Nepeta's room, passcard in hand.

Lucky for Vriska—really, almost nothing WASN'T lucky for her nowadays—Nepeta had set down the earlier contents of her inventory. Vriska quickly snatched up everything and ran toward the alchemiter hall, taking every secret passage she knew of.
Once there, she found it more difficult than she'd expected to create a combination that could pass as a good gift. Stupid stupid dumb things were projected—a shipping hat, kitty slippers with claws on them, glow-in-the-dark hoofbeast antlers. Vriska started cycling through the awful possibilities that she almost missed the tea set. It was the same tea set that Nepeta had wanted so bad. Glancing at the price, she was a little confused that Equius thought it was so expensive. Then again, she did have all of the loot—all of it.
The tea set was alchemized and carried to the main room. Vriska arranged the cups, saucers and teapot where the candy diamond had been, then got that glass of water she wanted and returned to bed.

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“333333QUIUS! YOU BIG SOFTIE!”
“Oof! Nepeta, how did you get in my room?”
“Aradia let me in. SQU33 THANK YOU :DD!”
“What? Give me a moment, I need to find my glasses.”

Nepeta had pounce-greeted Equius awake. He fumbled at his recuperacoon-side table for his shades, then followed his enthusiastic friend out to the tree. Vriska, Jade, Feferi and Sollux were already up, pouring cups of caffiene-berry juice. When he finally saw what she was thanking him so much for, his jaw dropped. There, where he had left the candy diamond, sat the tea set she had wanted and that he couldn't afford. As he was being dragged to the tree by Nepeta to have a tea party, he only half-noticed when Vriska winked at him from behind her coffee mug.

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“Hahahahaha!!! You did that? You're awesome! :)”
“II'm thtiill not thure how to rethpond to you hackiing into my computer...”
“Oh Sollux, she did it for a good cause! 38)”
“Right. Of course, don't go expecting this sort of stuff from me all the time. >::::D I was just making sure no one has a 8ad Christmas!!!!!!!!”
“What wiill you do iif he findth out?”
“He won't. I can make sure of it. 8esides, isn't it 8etter if he doesn't know what happened? It makes it more fun.”
“Alright. But Serket, you can never say you aren't nice deep down. Never. 38D”

Vriska would absolutely make sure of it that he never found out. Her company in the kitchen swore to never tell anyone else about her escapades as Nepeta's Serket Santa.

“)(ey! Equius is telling a story about Santa! Let's go listen!”

Thankful the conversation was no longer about her moment of weakkindness, Vriska poured a second mug of caffiene-berry juice and joined her friends in listening to Equius' little delusions. Magic might have been fake to some degree, but today at least she felt the others had the right to believe in all the fairies and elves and mythbeasts that they wanted to.

Not as good as i hoped, considering i based it off of my favorite christmas story. Or maybe i'm just hyper-critical of it because it's not pages and pages long like my previous ones... bluh bluh overthinking it. XD