MSPA Fanfiction III

[Katrika]

Sorry for doublepost.

To this tune. Thought it was properly melencholic.

A Song For Aradia

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I d0n't care much n0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
That I d0n't care much n0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w bef0re y0u fall

I can’t fight f0r him
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
That I can’t fight f0r him
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w bef0re y0u fall

I felt it begin t0 unravel and break
And s0meh0w it wasn't suprising
And s0 y0u're preparing t0 kiss him awake
And all the while I’m realizing

He can l0ve y0u back
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
He can l0ve y0u back
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w bef0re y0u fall

I felt it begin t0 unravel and break
And s0meh0w it wasn't suprising
And s0 y0u're preparing t0 kiss him awake
And all the while I’m realizing

He can l0ve y0u back
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w
He can l0ve y0u back
I th0ught that y0u sh0uld kn0w bef0re y0u fall

[Ganato]

This was so fitting you have no idea.

Oh and thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed My Demii2e

[Aerodactylus]

@rae: I don't which is more awesome, your cookie fic, or the fact that you have a secret test of character cookie recipe that's hundreds of years old. I don't even know anything about my family before 1920. Your family is epic.

@Ganato: Really nice. I kind of wish you would write an epilogue, but if that's not your bag, I gotcha.

[Graven_Image]

Phew! Had to get this one out before leaving for Christmas vacation.

Happy Holidays. Here's some death.



Thief of Life

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You wouldn't have it any other way, you realize.

Perhaps it's a miracle of phantasmic bioengineering. Maybe it's just how you grew up. Perhaps it's paradox space dovetailing into itself to give at least one of you a good time during their stay in the Medium.

And you certainly are having a good time.

It's become intoxicating, almost, stealing the motion from a monster's bones. The robbery of vitality and the head rush it yields have become something akin to an addiction.

But no one stops you this time, because everything you take from is already evil.

So your addiction grows.

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Alongside the Knight of Doom, you carve a swath of dead underlings through the Land of Death and Stone. The two of you break open the gravestone blocking the Denizen's lair, and you slay him.

The healing powers of Life, as well as the weighty shackles of Doom, spell the monstrous skeleton's demise.

Taking the abomination's monstrous battle-axe as your own, the two of you exit the chamber in high spirits.

You are unaware that you are being watched.

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Unbeknownst to you, behind a large, ornate gravestone, a Dispassionate Deleter sets up his rifle and takes aim.

He has been tasked with the elimination of the Thief and the Knight upon this Land's Denizen failing to destroy them.

He scopes in on the relatively unarmored Thief first. His hand is steady. His presence is untraceable.

And his aim is immaculate.

---

Your first impression is of the noise.

It is incredibly loud.

Your stomach feels weird. Your shirt is cold and clammy and you look down and

Pain. Pain from every inch of your body. Wherever the shooter is, he didn't miss a single vital organ. Your innards are liquified, your heart is shredded, and your lungs fill with fluid until you're vomiting blood and stale air just to stay coherent.

You're already in the Knight's arms when did that happen as he whisks you away from the killzone. His expression is one of pure unbridled panic, followed by a smattering of grief and a helping of anger on the side.

You can't imagine you look any better.

The pain, you realize, is not from your body. Your spine is shattered.

The pain is from you.

The life you've stolen from so many monstrous beings is slowly leaching out of you. You're going through withdrawal.

As the vitality spreads out among the dead things of this world, you are bombarded with visions of other living things, all in distress of their own.

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The Deleter staggers away from the rifle.

Never keep the rifle

How could these things be so fragile?

Do not become sympathetic

One shot. One. And she pops like a freaking meat balloon.

You are not being paid to think

He shakes off his rebreather just in time for the contents of his stomach to empty out onto the dead grass.

You will fail

He decides it's time for a change of career.

You just don't know how yet

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The Agent of Time stands, overlooking the scene. He sees the assassin. He see the Thief and the Knight walking happily along after a hard fought victory.

He see the shot, and the carnage that results.

It makes him sick.

But Time will not allow him to intervene.

A flick of the pocket watch, and he is whisked away to some other temporal duty. But he will reappear in this time soon.

---

The life is running out of you, trickling like a leaking faucet. You know that you owe your continued existence to your position. If you only had your own life to lose, you would have died a long time ago.

You're here.

The bed sits, dark obsidian glowing in the moonlight.

The Knight lays you down.

Finish it, you tell him.

I can't.

Yes you can, you say. I'm as doomed as doomed can be, you can see that.

I can't do this to you, he sobs, turning away.

You have to.

The Agent is there, facing him.

You must, he says. Finish her, or we are all finished.

Doom.

It is a familiar concept to the Knight.

He stands, towering over the altar like a colossus.

The last thing you hear before darkness overtakes you is the whistle of cutting air.

---

And somewhere, far away, on a distant moon...

Life springs.

[Katrika]

...whoa, Graven.

Whoa.

That was...beautiful.

[Wigmund]

Welp, my Christmas Day ended a little earlier than I expected thanks to catching a stomach bug. But this means I can work on the first part of something special.

A Storybook Story
Part 1

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It was pathetic to watch the little girl in her bed.

She had a cold and was bed-ridden. She was not having fun. She could play video games, but she had played all of them before and was bored.

She let her mother know it.

"Mom, I'm bored! Why can't I go outside and play with the others?"

The girl rolled over in her bed and looked out the window and watched eleven other kids her age at play, a couple of their younger siblings had joined them. It was a nice day outside. The little sick girl did not think this was fair at all. She rolled back over to look at her mother and clutched her Crawdad doll.

The girl's mother just stroked her black hair and smiled at the fussy child.
"You're still sick hon. You've got a temperature still and we just want to sure you don't make any of the others sick as well."
"It's just not fair."
"I know Kade, but guess what?"
Kade gave her mother a sullen gaze and an exasperated sigh.
"What mom?"
"I managed to get your father to agree to reading you a bedtime story."
"Aww mom, he always reads me those romantic fluffy stories!"
"I hate those stories."
The girl squinted her eyes and stuck out her tongue to show her disgust with the whole idea of romantic stories. Her mother laughed.
"Maybe today he'll read you something different."

Kade gives her mother a look that simulataneously said, "I'm sure," and ",You're crazy because father is a stick in the mud."

In came the girl's father clutching a well-worn book. Kade leaned over in her bed to get a look at it. This was a new one to her, she had hatefully memorized the covers of all those other books daddy had inflicted upon her.

"How's my little girl? Enjoying the bed rest?"
He walked up to his daughter and ruffled her hair.
"I've got a book that you'll love Kade."
Kade glares at her mother who stiffles a small giggle.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you two to yourselves. Have fun Karkat."
Karkat smiled at his love as she left the room and then turned back to his sick little girl.
"You feeling any better?
I've got a story that you'll enjoy."
"Does it have action?"
"You kidding? It's got everything: duels, epic battles, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love and even miracles."

Kade sneers a bit as her father pulls up a chair next to her bed and opens up the book.
"Ugh...love..."
"But the other stuff doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake for this one."
"Oh thank you very much your majesty. That's very nice of you. Your confidence in your father's ability to pick out a story you'll love is just overwhelming."
Kade cringed a bit at her father's sarcasm, at least he didn't cuss this time. So it must have been good natured.
"Let's get this story started.

The Princess Bride.
Chapter One.

Butterjade was raised on a small farm in some small country on Earth.

Her favorite pastimes were riding her hoofbeast and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was Kartley, but she never called him that.

Nothing gave Butterjade as much pleasure as ordering Kartley around."

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Butterjade after a long day's ride, arrives at the stables, holding the reins of her hoofbeast. She is noticed by Kartley who is standing in the stable's doorway and he looks at her. Butterjade is in her late teens and doesn't seem to care much about clothes or brushing her long, black hair. She isn't as attractive as she might be, but she's still the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Farm boy. Polish my hoofbeast's saddle.
I want to see my face shining in it by morning."
Kartley stands there quietly, watching her.
"As you wish."

'As you wish' was all he ever said to her.

Later, Kartley is chopping wood as Butterjade walks up to him and drops a couple of large water containers at his feet.
"Farm Boy. Fill these with water."

"Please."
"As you wish."

She goes back to the cottage, but his eyes stay on her. She stop and turns to look at him, but the farm boy looks away as now her eyes stay on him.

It was that day, she was amazed to finally understand that when he was saying 'As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you."

And she was even more astonished to learn that she truly loved him back.

Kartley enters the cottage's kitchen with an armload of of firewood. Butterjade is waiting in there and, as he notices her standing there, she points up to a small water container that she could easily reach.
"Farm Boy, fetch me that pitcher."

Kartley retrieves the container and hands it to her. They stand there close to each other, gazing into one another's eyes. He into her beautiful green eye, her into his piercing red.
"As you wish."

He heads outside to do more chores, but Butterjade follows him. They both stand outside the tiny hovel in the wonderful glow of the sunset. They hold each other and begin to kis--

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"Daddy![color]"
Karkat stops reading and glances up at his upset daughter.
"[color]I thought there was going to be action and stuff.
All that's happened so far is stupid nasty kissy stuff!"
He smiles at her and ruffles her hair, which she immediately tries to unruffle in frustration.
"Patience girl, just wait."
"I have, when does it something cool happen?"
"Just wait, let me read.

Now as it happened, Kartley had no money for marriage. so he packed his few belongings and left the farm to seek his fortune across the stars.

They stood with each other near the farm's gate, locked in an embrace. It was a very emotional time for Butterjade-"
"Bluh."

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-as she clung to her love.
"I fear I'll never see you again."
"Of course you will."
"But what if something unexpected happens to you?"
"No matter what my love - I will come for you."
"But how can you be so confident?"
"But this is true love. You think this happens every time two people meet?"

He smiles at her, she smiles too and throws her arms around him as they kiss. Then Kartley walks away, Butterjade sadly watching him go.

He never reached his destination.

His ship was attacked by the Dread Pirate Vantas, who never left captives alive. When Butterjade got news that Kartley was murdered-

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"Murdered by pirates is good."

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She went into her room and shut the door. For days, she neither slept nor ate.
"I will never love again."

Two sweeps later, the main square of the Capital City was filled as never before as the people of the city gather to hear the announcement of the great Prince Striderdink's bride-to-be.

Striderdink, a man of great power and coolness, stands in his ironic royal robes on a balcony of his great and obviously compensating for something castle. Behind him stands his elderly parents the King and Queen and also a dark haired man who seems to be the Prince's match in guile and doucheiness.

The prince strides forward and raises his hands to quiet his subjects.
"My people...a month from now, our country will have it's Four hundred and thirteenth anniversary. On that sundown, I shall marry a lady who was once a nobody like yourselves.

But perhaps you will not find her to be so now. Would you like to meet her?"

The crowd expresses it's approval at this idea in a roaring cheer.

From a nearby stairwell, a woman appears as the crowd holds its breath in anticipation.

"My people...

the Princess Butterjade!!"

She descends the stairs and moves amongst people, who in great awe of her obvious beauty, all go to her knees. She is terribly moved and stands amongst them, blinking back tears.

Even though she had gained so much, her emptiness consumed her. Although the law of the land gave Striderdink the right to choose his bride, she did not love him.

Despite the Prince's reassurances that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in her daily hoofbeast ride.

She found it calming to ride the vast woodlands and meadows of what would become her kingdom.

"A word, my lady?"

Butterjade stops to see three odd individuals standing in the path alongside the country's main waterway. Up front is a nasty looking short woman who desperately tries to keep a look of innocence. Behind him stand an individual who stands erect and taut as a blade of the strongest alloys and also a hulking brute.

"We are 8ut poor, lost performers. My lady, is there a village near8y?"

"There is nothing nearby.

Nothing for miles."

The short woman nods to the giant, Tavrik, who merely reaches over and grasps Butterjade's neck, who tries to scream but blacks out from the fear and terror. She slips off the horse into the brute's arms.

The three load up the princess onto a nearby boat. It's late and they rush to set sail. The leader of the three, the nasty woman, tears pieces of fabric from a military uniform and tucks them along the saddle of Butterjade's hoofbeast. It all seems as if this a plan involving many irons in the fire, great plan and incredible precision.

The third individual of this group, a man who appears to be a duelist or fighter of some sort watches the woman at work.

"Vriskini, what are you doing with the princess' hoofbeast?"
"Isn't it o8vious Egberto? I'm tearing up the uniform of this nation's overseas rival and framing them for all of this."
"Why?"

Vriskini slaps the hoofbeast and it takes off for the castle and then the two board the boat.

"Because once the hoof8east reaches the castle, the fabric will make the Prince think that the rival nation has a8ducted his love. When he finds her 8ody dead along the frontier, his suspicions will 8e confirmed."
The giant comes out of the ship's hold after placing the princess on a bunk below. He has heard Vriskini and Egberto talking about the plan.
"uh, You never said anything about killing anyone."
Vriskini gives Tavrik as disapproving glance.
"I hired you to help me start a w8r. That's a prestigious line of work, a long and glorious tradition of manipul8ion."
"um, I just don't it's right, you know, killing an innocent girl."
Vriskini whirls to face Tavrik, furious.
"Did I just imagine it or did the word 'think' esc8pe your lips? I did not hire you for your 8rains, you dolt, not there are any up there in 8etween your over-sized horns to spe8k of!"
"Well, I agree with Tavrik."
Vriskini is now truly angry.
"Well th8t's it, show's over everyone. The twit h8s spoken up. What happens to her is not your concern - I WILL kill her.
And remember this - never forget this-"
Vriskini advances on Egberto who looks at her without concern. Poor Tavrik is nearly in a panic.
"-when I found you, you were such a drunken 8ore that you couldn't even wield your pathetic hammer!"
She spins around and now turns on Tavrik, the giant retreats as far as he can from the horrible woman.
"And you!
Friendless, 8rainless, helpless, hopeless, spineless!
Do you want me to send you 8ack to where you were?
Unemployed and crippled, waiting for the cullers to arrive!?"
Vriskini glares at the two, then leaves them to themselves in a huff.

Egberto comes up to Tavrik, who is distress by Vriskini's onslaught, after he has finished casting the ship off and sets sail.

"That Vriskini, she sure can fuss."
He smiles at Tavrik who mutters the last word in that sentence before catching on with a smile on his childish face.
"oh, I think she likes to scream at us."
"She most likely means no harm."
"um, though she is really short on charm."
"You've got a talent for this."
"Not really, it's always hit or miss."

"Stop th8t!"

"Tavrik, are there troubles ahead?"
"It there are, then I am filled with dread!"

"Godd8mmit! Stop it with th8t shit!"
"uh, Is it alright if I take some time to knit?"

"g8h!!!!!!!!"

The ship sails on through the night, across dark and desolate waters. Egberto stands at the helm of the small vessel as Tavrik stands guard over the princess, who appears to still be unconcious.

Vriskini sits motionless, watching the waves and the shadows cast by the moon.

"We'll reach the Cliffs by dawn, Egberto."
She watches the duelist nod and glance back behind their boat.
"Why do you insist on doing th8t?"
"I just want to make sure nobody is following us."
"Th8t would 8e inconceiva8le!"
Butterjade props herself up and glares at her captors.
"[color="#4ac925"]You know you will all be caught.
And when you are, Striderdink will see you all hanged."

Vriskini walks up to the princess, glaring at her coldly with her multi-pupiled eye.

"Of all the necks on this 8oat, your highnessssssss, the one you should 8e worried a8out is your own."

Vriskini is then distracted by Egberto's continuing staring out to sea behind them.

"Stop th8t! We can all relax, it's almost over-"
"You sure there is nobody following us?"
"You dou8t my incredi8ly gr8 plan Egberto? That would 8e a8solutely, completely inconceiva8le!!!!!!!!"
Vriskini paces around the lower deck, waving her arms in the air out of frustration at her lackeys' lack of confidence in her abilities.
"No one in the rival nation knows wh8t we are up to, and no one back in the princess' home could get here fast enough! It's perfect, especially since I c8me up with it."
She then glances up at Egberto who is still looking out to sea.
"8y the 8y, why do you ask?"
Egberto looks at her and shrugs.
"No reason. I just happened to look behind us and see something there."
"WH8T!!!!!!!!"

The three brigands go to the back of the ship and stare out to see nothing behind them.

Vriskini breathes a sigh of relief, but then the moon peeks out from behind the clouds to reveal a black ship with a great sail. It's far away, but it is obviously closing in on their tiny vessel.

"Oh th8t. It's just some local fishers out for a pleasure cruise...

...at night...

...through mutant sea beast infested waters."

She shrugs and the three suddenly turn as they hear a splash of water. They see that Butterjade has dived into the waters and is trying to swim away.

Vriskini screams in rage.
"Go in. Get her!"
"I don't swim."
"uhh, I'd sink to the bottom with my metal legs."
"Useless dolts! Quick, steer the ship after her!"

Butterjade desperate tries to swim away from the ship. The winds calm down and the water goes still. Then, something else is heard out in the waters.

A not-too-distant, high-pitched shrieking sound. Butterjade stops and treads water, looking around in fear.

Back on the boat, Vriskini leans on the railing.
"You know wh8t those are princess? Those are the Shrieking Fefs."
She gives a horribly evil smile at the fearful girl in the water.
"If you dou8t me, just w8. They always grow louder when they're a8out to feed on living flesh."

Butterjade spins around in the water as the shrieking sounds close in.

"If you swim 8ack now, I promise that no harm will come to you at this time. I dou8t you'll get such an offer from the Fefs..."

Butterjade glares confidently at Vriskini and begins to swim out again. But as she does, something horrible swims past her.

"---E---E----E-----E"

Butterjade is petrified in fear. But she still doesn't try to swim back to the boat.

Then something starts to swim towards her.

Rapidly.

Two backward curving horns pierce the water's surface as one of the Fefs close in.

It raises its begoggled face out of the water, revealing a mouth full of thousands of needle-sharp fangs.

Butterjade is frozen, unable to do anything except stare in terror at death.

The Screaming Fef charges closer and closer.

Butterjade closes her eyes in fear, knowing that it is all over as the Fef shrieks at her.

"-------E-------E----------E-----------E!"

The foul thing's jaws prepare to clamp down upon its prey and then-

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To be continued later.

Hope you all are enjoying this, I plan to divide this up into three or four parts, depending on where I cut off next time.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Wigmund: Yes, the Hybrids have grown up, too! But I can't read it because it's The Princess Bride and I've still never seen it! Going to over the new year, finally. I am the worst for spoiler policies. I'll have to read it right after, though. *bookmarks*

[DJ-P0N3]

@Wigmund
Oh yes.
Oh yes.
I will be following this like a fandom follows a cult classic.

[raequiem]

@Wig: Can I have your babies? Pretty please? This fic is a Christmas miracle, and I love it so fucking much.

@Everyone: I'm glad you liked the cookies! The whole thing's on my AO3 now.

Okay, I'm going to go get back to drunken Scrabble, don't start a new thread while I'm out

[Wigmund]

@Wigmund: Yes, the Hybrids have grown up, too! But I can't read it because it's The Princess Bride and I've still never seen it!

Apologies to cheappirate

You better be serious about watching it during the new year. By then, I should be complete so you don't have to wait between servings

[-Benedict]

Oh my gog, it's the Princess Bride in Homestuck form. I started guffawing like a moron when you reached the Shrieking Fefs. "----E----E----E----E----E! I'll -EAT you, silly! You're D---EAD!"

Also I have this kickass flashfic idea, everybody post about 5 more times so I can snag a pagetopper when I'm done.

[crash826]

Hey, writing If I May Be So Kind no. 4 tomorrow after a gogdamn good night's sleep.
Wait in awe, my loyal fan!

[ceruleanTresses]

Hey, has anyone done a Homestuck/Doctor Who crossover yet? Because Dave or Aradia and the Doctor in the same room would be the best thing ever.

(Not that I'm planning to write it--I could never pull it off.)

Edit: Oh my God the Princess Bride thing is so amazing.

Edit: Or Vriska! Can you imagine the Doctor and Vriska? One minute he'd be raving about how awesome her weird eye is and waving the sonic screwdriver all over it, and the next he'd be all serious and like, "You're feeding children to your lusus. And I'm going to have to stop you."

Edit the third: Come to think of it, it's entirely plausible that the TARDIS could wind up on Alternia pre-Sgrub.

[Douhneill]

Hey, has anyone done a Homestuck/Doctor Who crossover yet? Because Dave or Aradia and the Doctor in the same room would be the best thing ever.

(Not that I'm planning to write it--I could never pull it off.)

Holy cow I've never even watched an episode of Doctor Who and I know this would be insane.

Also, I don't even know if anyone read the "plea" I added before my latest fic. I'm just gonna go work on chapter 5 now. Should be done sometime Monday.

[Twigwise]

Hey, has anyone done a Homestuck/Doctor Who crossover yet? Because Dave or Aradia and the Doctor in the same room would be the best thing ever.

(Not that I'm planning to write it--I could never pull it off.)

Edit: Oh my God the Princess Bride thing is so amazing.

Edit: Or Vriska! Can you imagine the Doctor and Vriska? One minute he'd be raving about how awesome her weird eye is and waving the sonic screwdriver all over it, and the next he'd be all serious and like, "You're feeding children to your lusus. And I'm going to have to stop you."

Edit the third: Come to think of it, it's entirely plausible that the TARDIS could wind up on Alternia pre-Sgrub.

All I know is that whenever I think about Lord English all I can see is the Doctor. This would be an amazing fic on so many levels. It would be the best.

On another note, Wigmund!!! How do you do that? You take two awesome things and manage to combine them without reducing the awesome? Great!
*snicker* Oh gog Dave Striderdink.

[ceruleanTresses]

All I know is that whenever I think about Lord English all I can see is the Doctor.

Oh my god. OH MY GOD. YES. THAT IS AWESOME.
Although I suppose technically what you'd be dealing with there would be the Valeyard. Or I guess the Master could fill the role too, though not as awesomely.

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And Then He Put On A Fez

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"Are you sure about this?" Stitch eyed the garish outfit distastefully.

"Of course I'm sure!" Lord English posed in front of a mirror, admiring his new look. "Cairo overcoats are cool."

Well, thought Stitch, at least it hasn't got question marks all over it.

[Twigwise]

All I know is that whenever I think about Lord English all I can see is the Doctor.

Oh my god. OH MY GOD. YES. THAT IS AWESOME.
Although I suppose technically what you'd be dealing with there would be the Valeyard. Or I guess the Master could fill the role too, though not as awesomely.

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"Are you sure about this?" Stitch eyed the garish outfit distastefully.

"Of course I'm sure!" Lord English posed in front of a mirror, admiring his new look. "Cairo overcoats are cool."

Well, thought Stitch, at least it hasn't got question marks all over it.

This also explains the hats. He tried for fezes, but a compromise had to be reached.

...Mmmrgh I thought I would never write a fanfic again but I may need to brainstorm one up now.

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Under the spoiler in my sig is a comic I doodled of this the other day but it's really bad >.>

[-Benedict]

And now I can't get the image of the Felt as Weeping Angels out of my head.

Thanks, guys. Real nice.

[Wigmund]

Thanks for the compliments everyone! Part 2 should be up sometime tomorrow evening.

*snicker* Oh gog Dave Striderdink.

I was gonna name him Prince Doucheydink, but I decided there had to be a recognizable part of Dave's name there and that the constant appearance of 'Doucheydink' would throw off the story.

[ceruleanTresses]

And now I can't get the image of the Felt as Weeping Angels out of my head.

Thanks, guys. Real nice.

That is so perfect.

[-Benedict]

Doze especially is the one to look out for- that's practically his power. Weeping Clover would be fucking creepy, too.

Also I missed Thief of Life somehow- holy shit, Graven. That was awesome.

[SkaianRedeemer]

I've almost done it! I've almost caught up with my week off! ...I just need to catch up with all the later parts I skipped afterwards because I had missed the early ones. :| Well, at least I caught up to myself before the thread died.

@Raequiem: This is about 25 pages belated but plz write more Bright Eyes. :sad puppy face:

[raequiem]

@Raequiem: This is about 25 pages belated but plz write more Bright Eyes. :sad puppy face:

You have no idea how much I am hating myself for being unable to write that fic. Goddamn Christmas, distracting me. I've plotted the rest of the story and made some headway in Chapter 2, but it probably won't be up until the new thread :'<

@DoctorLordEnglish: This idea is so YES I can't even put into words how happy it makes me. Someone actually write this thing please thank you.

[-Benedict]

Yessssss Skaian is back. We expect fics, for we have thirsted and have not had opportunity to drink deeply of thy sweet literary nectar.

New thread will have Bright Eyes? That's a thing that is a good thing. Maybe this time we'll have a subtitle for the thread, too. Is it just me or did we fill this up in less than two months?

Also Gamzee never hit god tier so REWRITE TIME BLUH BLUH

[Wigmund]

Oh wow, I just realized how close to the end of this thread we are.

It was just a month ago that Fanfic III started. In fact, it will be one month tomorrow (or today - it's already the 26th) evening at 7:54pm according to my timesetting (GMT -5 despite my efforts to get it set to the Central Time Zone).