MSPA Fanfiction III

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Rae that is great. Place do more. I want to see a dave-party.

[Graven_Image]

My Future Self and Me

Part 5: Jade

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OPEN SPRITELOG

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ROSE: Get in the amulet.
ROSESPRITE: No.
ROSE: You’re going to have to get in at some point.
ROSESPRITE: I think not.
ROSESPRITE: Sprite or no, I’m still you.
ROSESPRITE: Would you like it if I tried to stuff you in there?
ROSE: That’s hardly...
ROSESPRITE: I’m not just another gaming abstraction.
ROSESPRITE: I’m not the “other you”.
ROSESPRITE: I am you.
ROSESPRITE: I only put up with this sprite business to avoid imminent destruction.
ROSE: See, now you’re just blowing this out of proportion.
ROSE: Do I really become such a whiner in three days?
ROSESPRITE: No. That happened when I went through hell and back to help keep us all from dying.
ROSESPRITE: I’ll follow you if I really must, but the amulet thing is still a no.

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JOHN: hey could you get in this amulet thing?
JOHNSPRITE: sure!

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DAVE: hey dude have you seen that amulet thing anywhere
DAVESPRITE: yeah no youre not getting this
DAVE: hey cmon man the game gave that to me
DAVESPRITE: nuh uh
DAVESPRITE: this beauty stays with me
DAVESPRITE: and anyway its not like you need me around anymore
DAVESPRITE: ive grinded out so much of this game for you that theres not much left for me to help with
DAVE: yeah that’s true
DAVE: caledscratch was pretty much the last nail in the needing a sprite coffin
DAVESPRITE: figure ill go find bro
DAVESPRITE: see how hes holding up
DAVE: elusive son of a gun aint he
DAVESPRITE: got that right
DAVESPRITE: so good luck
DAVESPRITE: only call me if you screwed up
DAVESPRITE: and not just sissy screwed up
DAVESPRITE: you gotta screw up hardcore to be worthy of my time
DAVE: ill keep that in mind
DAVE: go find bro
DAVE: youre sort of giving me a headache
DAVESPRITE: whatever
DAVESPRITE time to fly up away to lowas you piece of garbage
DAVE: um.... okaaaaaay?
DAVESPRITE: heh
DAVESPRITE: take care

OPEN PESTERLOG

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turntechGodhead began pestering gardenGnostic

TG: hey jade
TG: you make it in yet
GG: hi dave!!
GG: actually ive been here for quite a long time!
TG: what
GG: turns out past me is really fun to hang out with!
GG: weve been having so much fun, just enjoying her last few hours on earth
TG: please dont tell me youve been all chummy with her
TG: i knew i should have double checked to see where you ended up
GG: oh dont worry so much dave!
GG: i promise ive kept everything going the same route you wanted it, like you said
GG: her dream self still died
GG: and now shes all bitter and gloomy like i was
TG: thems the breaks
GG: and it sort of hurts to think i could have saved her
TG: well then where would the stuffed you in the attic have come from hmmmm
TG: its sentiments like that that start popping dead jades everywhere
TG: and dead jades arent no good for nobody
GG: man
GG: i knooow!
GG: but its just
GG: i just don’t quite get it
GG: i understand very little
TG: welcome to the universe hope you enjoy your stay
TG: thats how it works
GG: sigh
TG: yeah yeah
TG: anyway
TG: when you get to the last few minutes
TG: do NOT prototype bec
TG: do something
TG: i dunno powerful
TG: something along the lines of bec but that we can actually beat
GG: any hints?
TG: no
TG: i dont know whats in your house
TG: improvise
GG: fine
GG: past me’s heading inside
TG: showtime
GG: showtime
GG: what
GG: pffffhaha!!
TG: yeah
TG: ninjas right
GG: see you in a bit, dave!
TG: bye

turntechGodhead ceased pestering gardenGnostic

“So, umm, future me?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you going to be doing while I figure out all this out?”
“I’m going to be down here, figuring out what to do to the sprite.”
“Oh, ok. It figures we would need two of me to get all of this straight.”

Two of the same girl shared a laugh, then one went up the transportalizer.

And then there was one.

Eventually, the room began to pile up with ever more detritus in a zany sequence of shenanigans that we don’t get to read about here but you should still know about anyway.

With every new addition just jutting out impudently in the pile, Jade puzzled and puzzled until she couldn’t puzzle anymore.

Grampa? No, not strong enough. The minion? No, still not good enough. Dolls? The gentlemen? Come on, think!

And then Bec was there. And then nothing else was. The entire pile had been teleported away to who-knows-where.

Bec was now sitting directly to the sprite’s left.

It was about to happen again.

“NO! DOWN! DOWN, BEC!”

Becquerel, the First Guardian of Earth, obeyed a small 13-year-old girl. He lay down, ears flat, and whined.

“Good dog,” she said, kneeling to pet him. “Best friend...”

There was a crash far above, from the greenhouse.

“Bec! Fetch!”

And Bec teleported away, to fetch that thing we already know about from a source outside the purview of this work of literature.

Jade knew, there were only seconds. The only thing left in the room was a small clock, sitting on the mantlepeice.

Was that there before...?

A brilliant idea flashed half-formed in her brain. And it was just insane enough to work.

She slam-dunked the clock into the kernelsprite, just as she heard a gunshot from somewhere far above.

There was a flash.

[Metaflare]

Did she just dunk a clock into the sprite?!

[SkaianRedeemer]

What Day Is It?

Yesssss someone else wrote birthday fic (I'm off the hook!)! One more everyone! Also rae, you should keep writing this if you're up to it!


@Graven: Wow, you're really on top of these, aren't you? Loved seeing Jade lecturing Bec. So true.

[Kerensky287]

the big jade

HASS the clock

[ToreaderTornado]

So I made one of those pesterlogs. This one is Dave and Feferi, and I think it turned out alright this time.

Open chatlog:

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--- turntechGodhead [TG] began trolling cuttlefishCuller [CC] ---

TG: hey you
TG: do you have any idea how long it took me to get your handle from jade
TG: i had to just talk for ten minutes before she would calm down after she fell asleep again
TG: nevermind im getting off track
TG: youre freaking jade out, and youre going to stop
TG: now
CC: It’s you!
CC: You are T)(-E KNIGHT!
TG: yep
TG: i also go by ‘vengeance’ and ‘batman’
CC: W)(o? 38?
TG: you know
TG: batman
TG: he hass the plan
TG: to save the day, on his way, to the bat cave
TG: jumping from gargoyles and spires and shit
TG: the crooks dont see him so he never gets hit
TG: he fights the bad guys
TG: they drop like flies
TG: all wanting to get a look under his disguise
CC: O)( GLUB! T)(is is starting to sound like one of the poems that Tavros would start.
TG: okay now its my turn to ask
TG: w)(o?
CC: Tavros!
CC: O)( yea)(, I keep forgetting t)(at you )(umans dont know our names.
CC: Tavros is aT, and my name is F-EF---ERI!
CC: GLUB! 38D
TG: oh man if my sick beats are starting to sound like his then i really need to pull myself together
TG: i mean
TG: all i saw was one of my best friends surrounded by tentacles and some freaky fish chick
TG: not a big deal right
CC: I AM NOT A FR-EAKY FIS)( C)(ICK!!!
TG: well lets take a moment to dwell on that
TG: a, youre a fish girl thing who speaks in glubs
CC: And I’m damn proud of it!
CC: I’ll have you know that I was next in line for t)(e t)(rone of my planet!!!
CC: Before it was destroyed, of course.
TG: of course
TG: it wouldnt quite work to rule a few bits of rubble now would it
TG: anyway
TG: b, you pal around with giant tentacle beasts
CC: T)(-EY JUST WANT TO B-E T)(E UNIV-ERS-E’S TANGL-E BUDDI---ES!!!
TG: see
TG: youre really not helping you case when you say stuff like that
TG: why do they even care
CC: I can’t tell you, or anyone, yet. 38(
TG: seriously?
CC: T)(ey have plans! BIG PLANS! T)(-EY JUST WANT TO )(-ELP, DAMMIT!!!
TG: wow youre really doing a good job convincing me that I can trust you with jade
TG: do i even have to say it?
CC: Say w)(at?
TG: you know
TG: this way youre acting
CC: W)(AT?!
TG: its nothing, really
TG: its just that youre acting a little
TG: B|
TG: fishy
CC: Y-E-E-E-E-E-E-----E-E-EAAAAAA)()()()()(!!!!
TG: oh wow im impressed that trolls get that joke
CC: I don’t get )(ow YOU know that joke!!!
CC: T)(at’s a thing my matesprit does!
TG: yeah dont care
TG: getting back on track:
TG: stay away from jade
CC: But s)(e’s the only one who can meet t)(em yet!
CC: Wait.
CC: You said you saw t)(em?
CC: Are you a Derse dreamer? 38)
TG: yep
CC: You’re the prince of the moon!
TG: yep again
CC: AW-ESOM-E!!
CC: I also )(eard that you’re a pretty cool guy
TG: yeah
TG: you could say I like to keep things
TG: B|
TG: reel
CC: You did it again! 3XD
TG: yeah
TG: so anyway im just going to assume that youll leave jade alone now
TG: bye
CC: WAIT ON-E GLUBBING S-ECOND!!!
CC: You t)(ink you can just lower my defenses wit)( some fis)( puns?
TG: oh no youve figured me out
TG: im as transparent as a jellyfish
TG: ill just clam up now
CC: It was funny at first, but now,
CC: STOP IT!!! 3X(
TG: i would but
TG: i dont really give a carp
CC: GLUB YOU, ASSHOL-----E! 3>8(

--- cuttlefishCuller [CC] ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG][/COLOR] ---

TG: hook
TG: line
TG: and sinker
TG: B|

[Graven_Image]

Dave is our secret antitroll weapon. It's him.

[raequiem]

Graven, that might be my favorite chapter so far.

TT, oh man, this has to become canon. Dave would bug the shit out of her just because he can.

I'm almost done with the other half of "What Day Is It?"! Except it's much longer than a half. More like the other three-quarters. ANYWAY. Colorcoding now (which is a bitch and a half, bluh bluh).

[Kassiopeia]

AHA YES OMG DAVEPUNS. FANTASTIC.

Also, I... I sort of seem to have written another thing? So sorry for the endless spamming, but I figure I'd better ride the wave of inspiration before it inevitably peters out!

I've had this idea for a while - wanted to do it as a comic, but realised I am super lazy and so you have it as an illustrated fanfic instead. There will be, probably, two or three more parts. (It has Rose and Jack. Also, extensive misery, eventually, because I am a horrible angst fetishist.)

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1: Prototype
2: Tarantula Coffee
3: Blast Radius

Jack doesn't want to admit it, but the changes are getting to him.

It isn't all bad. The businesslike dispatching of the orange brat and his obnoxious brother would have brought him a professional satisfaction anyway, but now the sight of crumpled and broken feathery things tumbling from the sky raises in him a predatory joy that is entirely feline.

The dead crow brings him nothing but a dull, permanent ache in his chest. At least, he presumes that's the dead crow. Either way, it's more than worth it for the gift of flight, he thinks, as he soars through the atmosphere of the Land of Light and Rain on inkblack wings.

But this most recent prototyping, this is something else. It had hurt. In the past it had been painless, even pleasant - like stretching after a long time in a cramped space - but taking on the powers of the dog Becquerel had hurt like something was slicing him to fucking molecules. He hadn't known pain like that since the Queen.

And then after an eternal instant the pain had ebbed away, and he was unstoppable. He could see everything. Do anything. Swoop through the darkness of space in an instant, wheeling and spinning like a sleek dark comet. Those ungainly tentacles are gone. Green fire crackles at the edges of his consciousness.

He reaches the edge of the sea and the water boils under his feet. I am a god, he thinks, grinning to himself. A one-armed dog-faced god, but a god nonetheless. In the distance he sees a flash of purple, streaking across the sky like a low-drifting cloud.

The cat, he thinks. Oh, I know you. I've been you.

Being Jaspers had made him wonder what it was like to be the Courtyard Droll. All that simple curiosity and happiness. Jack had been pleased to find that you didn't have to dig far within the nature of a cat to find the grave of a furious and hungry tiger. That energy had served him well. Every carnivore has its day, he thinks, and Becquerel had been at least half wolf.

Maybe that would be a good quip for the Seer's epitaph, he thinks. Little Rose Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. No. Weak. He'd have to think it over.

He chases Jaspersprite over the clouds, grinning all the way. A little alarmed to find himself suppressing the urge to bark. The cat makes little attempt to flee. It seems forlorn, already defeated.

"Killjoy," he grins, "Could've fried you from miles off, you know. Guess I felt like a chase."

Jaspersprite curls up behind a cloud, shivering in the bright rays of light. Jack hisses and reaches out towards him, the ring on his finger jumping like a compass needle. He feels the charge build. Static in a thundercloud. The smell of gunpowder and the sound of dry grass rustling. And then a spear of green light slices with precision through the cloud, enveloping the trembling sprite.

"Bang," says Jack, and the cloud explodes. Points of lilac light twinkle and extinguish. Perfect. He'll make short work of the Seer, and then head back to the battlefield for a relaxing evening mincing pawns with the Dignitary and reminiscing on old times.

And then there is the dull thump of an explosion and he finds himself falling, cold air rushing past and whipping through his wings. The iridescent sea flies up towards him. It takes him all of thirty seconds of humiliating flailing to right himself again, wings beating with no dignity at all.

"You killed my cat."

He wheels round, ready to immolate this meddler, and sees Rose, hanging in midair. She stares at him, her head lowered and her hands limp at her sides, bearing two wickedly-sharp needles. Jack senses a web of darkness around her, woven just beneath the surface of the sky. Around her hands and wands the darkness coalesces, like crude oil soaking through a silk sheet.



"He must have been on his ninth life, dollface," says Jack. No. Goddammit. He is going to have to stop trying to make this one-liner business happen.

"One might almost describe it as raining cats and dogs out here," she says, with a humourless smile. Is she mocking him? Who does she think she is?

"Very funny," he says.

"Get out of the way," she replies coolly. Her gaze has already slipped from him, any anger she might have felt about his virtuoso murder of her cat subsumed in the intense focus she seems to have on the greenstone edifice behind him.

"What? Why?"

"I'm about to destroy that temple. Unless of course you want to stand in my path."

Jack twitches to one side with an elegant flick of his wings, just in time to witness the temple decompress into a cloud of floating rock fragments. There is a look of mixed concentration and delight on Rose's face as she directs the energy of the thorns in her hands. Then she relaxes. The shards of rock fall into the sea with a crash like the collision of mountains, and against all probability the island immediately catches fire.

The ruins burn like a magnesium flare, gushing grey smoke to the sky. Jack has never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life.

Rose has already sped on ahead, swooping down towards the burning island with the black flag of her dress fluttering behind her. That dark figure looks like a little Dersite child from up here. Jack feels an unwelcome stir of protectiveness in his chest. This is the goddamned dog prototyping, isn't it? It's infecting him. That fucking dog. So attached to its moronic little mistress. It's unbearable. Tugging at that ache in his ribcage as though something was trying to pull the sword out.

He decides to follow the Seer for a while and maintain observation.

[flutterShy]

Hey guys. Don't ever do a 14 person memo. Ever.

[Ember]

Oh, Kassi, that is gorgeous. I am loving the way you do sensory details, and Jack's characterization, and I can't wait to see where this goes.

[raequiem]

Yerp. Remind me to never do dialogue like this again ever.

Part 1
What Day Is It, Part 2 (Or, You Can't Go In There!)

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"What d0 y0u mean, 'oh fuck no!'?" Aradia's face was schooled in the perfect mask of metallic innocence.

"You know damn well what day it is, don't you?" Dave pointed an accusing finger. "You-"

"Perhaps." Her eyes lit with multicolored text, and she stood, grabbing Dave's arm and lifting him as well. "N0w, I think y0u sh0uld find s0mething else t0 d0 f0r a while. G0 f0r a walk. Draw s0me c0mics. D0 anything that d0esn't inv0lve being in this r00m." And with that, she shoved him gently out the door.

"Hey, you can't just kick me out!"

"As a matter 0f fact, I can. G00d aftern00n, Dave." The door slid shut in his face.

He briefly considered banging against it and shouting, but dismissed that thought entirely. He didn't really want to be in there anyway. He wanted to walk. Stretch his legs. Yeah.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stomped down the hallway. Nope, definitely not pouting at all.

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"He's g0ne."

"Oh good! These boxes are kinda heavy!" "Yeah, my arms are about to fuckin fall off. Wwhy do wwe need these again?" "I told you, it's an Earth tradition!" "I ap0l0gize. I didn't think it w0uld take s0 l0ng t0 get rid 0f him." "If you wish, highb100d, I could carry your bo%es for you." "Or II could..."
...
"Sol, wwhy didn't you do that in the first place?!"
"You diidn't athk."

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There is only so long a teenage boy can wander the halls of a weird alien lab before he gets hungry. Dave was making his way back to where he was pretty sure the kitchens were. He knew he was on the right track when he smelled something burning.

"No, you CANNOT put sopor in the icing!" "Aw, come on, my motherfucker. Just wanna make sure this is the best party ever!" "We don't know what sopor does to humans, Gamz33! It could poison him!" "Sssh! Shut UP! He's outside!"

The kitchen door opened just a crack, and Jade slipped out, slamming it behind her. "Oh hi Dave what are you doing here!" she said in one breath. Her hair was a mess and there was a smear of white powder on one cheekbone. Her glasses were slightly steamed up.

"Uh..." Dave was at a loss. "Looking for a snack?"

Jade opened the door just wide enough to get one arm through, and felt around for a moment before producing a sandwich. "Here you go enjoy see you later!" She disappeared back into the kitchen before he could get further than "Wait, Jade-"

"Dammit." Not allowed in the kitchen, not allowed in the common room... Dave sighed, pocketed his sandwich, and made for his bedroom. At least until I'm banned from that, too.

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As he passed Rose's room, he slowed and turned his ear to her door, curious.

"Do you think this is enough paper?" "It should be. If we need more, that's what alchemizing is for." "Do you, uh, think he'll like them?" "I'm sure )(e will!" "1'll go ch3ck with th3 oth3rs, m4ke sure th3y don't h4ve 4ny l4st-m1nut3 4dd1t1ons."

Terezi opened the door and gave a cursory sniff. She stiffened. "Why h3llo D4v3! You'r3 c3rt41nly st4nding r1ght h3r3 outs1de!" she said, too loud. The other voices in the room went silent.

"... Yeah." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Listen, Terezi. The jig is up. Secret's out. I know."

She turned dusky turquoise. "1 most d3f1n1t3ly h4ve 4bsolut3ly no 1dea wh4t you'r3 t4lk1ng 4bout. Th3r3 4r3 no s3cr3ts to b3 known." The blind girl began shuffling sideways. "Now 1f you'll 3xcus3 m3 1 h4v3 som3 pr3ss1ng bus1n3ss to 4tt3nd to." She bolted down the hall and away, nearly smacking Dave in the face with her cane as she went. He turned back to the door just in time to hear the lock click.

Thunk. His head hit the solid steel wall. "Fuck you all very much," he muttered. He turned on his heel, entered his own room, and slammed the door behind him.

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There was a tap on his door. "Dave? Dinner's ready!"

"Go away, Jade. I'm not hungry."

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"Dave, will you please come out? The girls are getting worried."

"No way in hell, Egbert."

...

"Strider, I will break your door down."

Dave scrambled to his feet and unlatched the door. "What do you want, Lalonde?" She slipped past him. "Sure, you can come in, not like I care about my privacy or personal space or anything." He was seething as he flopped back onto the bed.

She sat beside him. "Why won't you come eat?"

It was exactly the wrong question. "Well, for starters, you and the rest of them are about as subtle as a brick to the face. I get it, it's my birthday, whoop-de-fucking-doo. Everyone wants to have a party. But did anyone ask if I wanted a party? Nope, just jumped in and shoved me around when the last thing I want to do today is celebrate." He sighed, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. "It's just... birthdays are..." he trailed off. Couldn't finish the sentence.

He could almost hear the lightbulb go on in Rose's head. "They're something you used to do with your brother." When he didn't respond, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Oh, Dave..."

He sagged into her hug. "He'd always be home on my birthday, did I ever tell you? Even if he had to fly in on the red-eye that morning. Even if he had to be on the road at midnight that night, he was always there that one day." Something burned behind his eyes. "This year he said he was gonna get me a real good sword, like his, from Japan. But I... I'd give back every sword I ever owned - fight Noir to the death with my bare hands - if I could just see him again." God, it hurt to say this. Hurt to talk about him, even after all these (relative) months. Rose's embrace was warm and strong, and he clung to it like a drowning man to his only hope. "God, I miss him..." he whispered.

Rose stroked his back, gently. "Shh, shh, it's alright, it's okay. I understand. It's a family thing." She pulled back, placing a hand on his cheek and gently wiping his tears. Her eyes were very bright, and she was smiling gently. "But your family's a lot bigger these days, and they're all waiting for you to come celebrate."

There was a pause. "That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard you say. What, did you get that out of one of John's movies or something?"

She laughed. "It worked, didn't it?" She took his hand, and they stood. "Come on, let's get down there."

He trailed after her, out of the room and down the hall. Just before the last turn, he stopped. "Should I act surprised?"

"They'll be crushed if you don't," she replied with the sternest face she could manage.

"Okay, here goes." He turned the corner.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE!"

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Apparently I cannot write Dave without adding in some Bro-angst. Bro's death is like ketchup - it goes well with any fic! *shot*

Colors and quirks suck. The two suckiest were Aradia and Terezi.

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Also I kept accidentally slipping into second person with Dave. FUCK PTSD RUINED MY WRITING ABILITY FUUUCK.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Kassiopeia: Interesting start, Kass. I hope we get to see more of it soon! Illustrated fics are always especially welcome.

@raequiem: Aw, poor Dave. (Your comparison of his brother's death is hilarious and should not be this funny but it is.)


You guys, I just reached a critical milestone in aHiHH. Word has just told me that there are officially too many many "misspellings" for it to process! Fine you intrusive block of code, I will add proper names to your dictionary.

[Graven_Image]

Hey guys. Don't ever do a 14 person memo. Ever.

Why not. I refuse to believe this is a thing that you should not do.

Also. Raequiem, that was nice. And Bro-angst is like ketchup. Including the expiration date.

[BlastYoBoots]

Kass is the secret fic wizard, it's her. Seriously, all that detail is beautiful.

[raequiem]

Including the expiration date.

*turns head sideways* Huh?

@Skaian: Yep, I'm gonna burn in hell for that one.

@Kass: Ooooooooooooooooh! Am I smelling more on the way? Or is that my awful ketchup metaphor?

[nextian]

"He must have been on his ninth life, dollface," said Jack. No. Goddammit. He is going to have to stop trying to make this one-liner business happen.

Man, you are really that rare beast: an artist whose fic is as good as their art. You should do more illustrated stuff, it's working really well! Maybe center the art?

[Douhneill]

Hey guys. Don't ever do a 14 person memo. Ever.

Those were my first two fics.

Correction: my first two fics were 16-person memos. And they were AWESOME. Links are in my sig.

[Graven_Image]

Including the expiration date.

*turns head sideways* Huh?

As in, Bro-angst will start to get stale after a while. Use it wisely.

[-Benedict]

Hey guys. Don't ever do a 14 person memo. Ever.

Man, I did an 11-person memo a while ago (TMIM,YSF in my sig) and that turned into a convoluted mess of future and past selves while trying to keep time moving forward and allowing for interruptions from Terezi's future R41NBOW RUMPUS P4RTYTOWN and it was pretty much completely insane. I don't even want to know what would happen if you added the kids in with their ??? ectoBiologist [?EB] stuff- transtimeline memos are nuts.

@Graven: This keeps getting better- the "clock prototyping means time powers" idea is awesome, and I was planning on including it in my FA for my -of Time character. Regarding the fic more generally, the sprites' various reactions to the amulets were pretty much completely hilarious.

@raequiem: What day is it? is super amazing, and I'm loving Rose's approach to Dave's isolation. "Strider, I will break your door down." I noticed you used Rose's text color for Eridan, Eridan's for Feferi, and a different pink for Rose, which was maybe jarring I guess but all of the aforementioned super amazing makes up for it.

@toreadorTornado: Dave is pretty much the best troll. Also you made me try to come up with fish puns about Dave, but all I came up with doesn't even apply. (Moirail=Moray Eel) GOOD DAVE. BEST TROLL.

@Kassiopeia: ...holy shit. Jaspers! ;_; That whole confrontation was amazing- Noir's prototypings, the cold-blooded sprite murder, Rose's nonchalant reaction to it all... we need more of this.

So anyway I swear I'm going to finish writing more Servers one of these days (BLUH BLUH ALCHEMY MINECRAFT AND REAL LIFE). I've got a good start to the Kanaya/Equius log (and I'm thinking I'll have him connect from LOLCAT and have Nepeta nab the keyboard midway, which I'm trying to make as hilarious as possible), but I'm not sure what to go into besides a discussion of the hemospectrum.
Also I realized that a particular conversation between Karkat and Terezi completely invalidates naptiime- Karkat complains he hasn't gotten to FUCK UP SOMEONE'S HIVE yet, and pretty much everything points to him only connecting in the first place after everybody else already entered. So I guess I'll have to completely redo that? Good news for whoever it was that asked me to never stop writing Karkat/Sollux logs.

EDIT: Hopy shit it was Red Pen who said that, now I feel like I have to make this next thing the best thing ever

[raequiem]

Including the expiration date.

*turns head sideways* Huh?

As in, Bro-angst will start to get stale after a while. Use it wisely.

Oh, of course! But then there's always Davesprite-angst, and nightmares-from-Li'l-Cal-angst, and generalized-timey-wimey-angst...

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I'm kidding, of course. I promise Dave won't angst at all in the next fic! I just needed him to be not 0kay with the whole birthday-party thing, and Bro-angst was the nearest source of plot.

[Shadow of the Lotus]

I think the most I did in a memo was four people, haha. Damn, that sounds pathetic. It did have a current Dave and a past Dave though?

[Metaflare]

Most I did was six, but it was like three people at a time and with fantrolls.

[Ember]

I've found it works well to have people come and go, with no more than three or four active at a time. Gives a sense of chaos without degenerating into unreadability.

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Hearthcrossed

I haven't read this because I am in facdt in the middle of watching Firefly, which I suspect I should finished before reading any of the fanfiction, but I will finish it soon and read your fic which I am quite frankly looking forward to inn the extreme.

te storee of eg
by eg
(The Story of Eggs
By Eggs)

When I read this this morning it made me giggle. :] Thanks.

Contact

Oh, you have definitely nailed Rose right on the head with some wonderful hammer of godly ficdom. More fics, Kass. More fics PLEASE.
(also yes, I do have that problem with knowing more words in text than I can say out loud.

Karkat's Diary

No, good sir/madame. You have made MY day! There has never been a better pairing. Never.

So yeah, First Snow was supposed to be a one-off fic. But I realized I wanted to do more with alive!Aradia.

uhhhh yes. This this right here. Very, very good. I really like your Aradia, really really, and I want to see you write some Aradia/Tavros because it would be cute and you write all of the characters so well.. Please be making it happen,
PS no not pathetic.

Bwaaah, more alive!Aradia. Clearly this is too adorable. It is also related to what I have a snippet of which I'm going to rewrite because blurg OOC? It's not even colourtagged.

This is good, dear. :] And I look forward to seeing more/a rewrite because this already has so much potential.

What Day Is It?

Nuhhh birthday fics. :]]]]] I really like your Dave. And I really like broangst. Basically, you fic: I really like it.
Your rose is good too. COMPLIMENTS EVERYWHERE.

My Future Self and Me

Part 5: Jade

I still really really like this. The more you write the more I froth with adoration about it. Also clock prototyping = good. I hope that Jack gets a literal "clock face".

So I made one of those pesterlogs. This one is Dave and Feferi, and I think it turned out alright this time.

I want more of this really bad.Dave is the best antitroll. The best. This surely turned out more than alright. Much more. Unless you hold yourself to some kind of ridiculous standards which you surely should not.

All I can think about is A, hotdamn what a good Jack and B, about that RoseBec Noir picture. Was that your inspiration? Because I don't find them blowing things up together farfetched at all.
I am excited to know that there is going to be more and more parts of this, because I am going to read them like a boss.
OH. And I am very, very happy about Jack saying "dollface" because he SURELY talks like a 30's gangster. SURELY. There can be no other truth. That is surely his typing quirk, if he were to have one.