MSPA Fanfiction III

[X15lm204]

*Accidentally activates the rocket's detonator while flailing in pain*

*X15 and Dermonster are launched towards the horizon, disappearing with a visible and audible twinkle*

[Decker]

Apparently I am the fandom heartbreaker. Go me!

It was very good. It really sounds like how a dog would think.

Also this statement fits PERFECTLY with your avatar.

[Dermonster]

Someone needs to write Derm♠X15.

Someone who isn't us.

[QuetzaDrake]

DAMNIT RAE. I shake my fist at you with tears of sorrow and despair!

[raequiem]

Someday you people will learn that clicking my spoilers will only bring pain.

...

*collects fandom tears* I wonder what the fan tear/elf tear exchange rate is...?

(Re: Derm-X15: There's a fan-fanfic thread around here somewhere...)

[Dermonster]

(Re: Derm-X15: There's a fan-fanfic thread around here somewhere...)

Wa-la (I think)

[Domoz]

Rae. Rae why

Okay, so I'm not dead, and I want to thank some folks for commenting on my fic waaaaaay back in thread 2
Katrika
Quixotic
raequiem
mewtant-307k
aaaand
Wigmund
Thanks brozés, it means a lot (you don't even know)

I kind of miss the days where I could keep up with the fic thread :V
So while I go on a fanfic binge, you guys can read some of mine!

wwhite magic Black Magic

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You're not an expert on romance. You know it, you don't even know how many times you've been rejected for doing it wrong. Your are sure, however, that when a certain flighty broad tells you that she's not interested in your alien romance and blows up your computer that she wants nothing to do with you at all. Just this once you decide to let it go, you saw what happened to Kar with the John human, and you're already sick of all the rejection you're getting in your own universe, so why extend you're failure to others?

That doesn't mean you won't be mad about it though. And you are, you fume for a very long time. stupid human broads wwith their fake magic wwhat the hell .Vriska even stops by to make fun of you, which really doesn't help things.

Eventually you calm down enough to not strangle anyone who comes near you, and it is at this point that for some reason Kan comes over and fuck wwhat noww she wants to talk about it. She asks you about Rose and you say that there's not really much to it, that the bitch blew up you computer and now you can't do shit back to her and it just pisses you the fuck off. Then kan asks you how exactly rose blew up you computer and you say “that's the wworst part she wwas antogonizin by usin that fakey fake magic of hers.”

Then Kan just kinds of leans back on her heels and it gets really quiet and kind of awkward for a while. You're about to say something when Kan asks you to follow her. You just roll your eyes and say “fuck i guess its not like ivve got anything better to do”.

You follow her down the through a few transportalizers and down the hall into the room with all the cruxtruders and totem lathes and wwhy the fuck are there so many of these things in here anywways? . Kan pulls out some cards, you can't quite make out what she's got, and starts running all over the room. “if thats all you're going to do then wwhy did you feel the need to bring me wwith you?” you say and she looks at you and replies “Just Hold Your Hoofbeasts I Am Making You Something”. You shut your mouth and tap your fingers you guess it's nice that's she's making you something. You guess. Kan sets down the cards and scurrys over to the cruxtruder. You take the opportunity to see just wwhat the hell is she making for you anywways. You pick up the card and wwhy the in all of the fucking medium wwould kan havve one of your wwizard statues. You're tempted to yell at her but by the time you look up she's already got the alchemiter working away.

Then lo and behold on the alchemiter sits a white wand. You look at the other card, and yes, it looks like one of your shitty wants was on the it. You put down the cards and glare at Kan, who is standing in front of you trying to pass off the stupid wand. The worst part is that you know she's serious about it, because if she had been teasing she would have folded long before now. With a grimace you take the wand and ”holy mother fuck wwhy it smoking kan wwhat the hell did you do oh my gog”

She gives you that self satisfied smirk “I Think Its Time To Start Your First Lesson In Magic”

Quite possibly to be continued?

[mythmonster2]

Pretty sure that's the only time someone has made this thread sad without a single proper sentence. DAMN. (In reply to raequiem's story)

Wizard Eri is always good! (Domoz's story)

[raequiem]

So you guys like weird language-defying Becfic? Good, because I like writing it!

Bec: Put something weird in the seizure kernel.

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Fire in the sky.

Look up, see-hear-feel-smell-taste-allsense fire in the sky, coming for her.

NO.

Can not will not hurt her. No no no never never never never never. No. She is special, she is protected. She will not be hurt. Only reason for existence life location timeframe power, to keep her safe.

Run run run jump run, things piled up, falling into glittering star-on-earth no. Things cannot protect her. Hold them and jump out into space, out of the way, jump back and in-

-to the glimmering gleaming glowing green, green touching green flashing yellowwhite lightning black void sparks ideas rules hints knowledge-

Comprehension.

New body new shape no matter back out face the fire in the sky pull energy from inside blast

Not enough.

Again again again pull from inside pull from outside pull from everything there is light thunder spark energy brilliance blast

Not enough.

No no no this has to work have to save her she cannot die no no no-

Wait.

Needed here jump now bullet through head through crystal smash hurts but yes.

She is safe.

Not done yet she still needs guidance protection help, somewhere out there demon twin blackgreenwhite lightning, demon must die, must not hurt her.

Only reason for existence life location timeframe power, to keep her safe.

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I really really like writing Bec's "voice" - or lack thereof. Didja notice the weird writing thing I do for him? Didja didja didja?

[QuetzaDrake]

Read read read, enjoy reading Becfics, keep reading, okay done.

Comment on fic quick. What to say? Good read. Fun read. Was fun reading seeing what dog's mind is like, how it talks. Dog's mind thoughts apparently involve repeating actions dog is doing, is cute.

Post comment post post okay done doing that, now for other threads.

[X15lm204]

8th poooooooost!!!!!!!!

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Even when she loses, Vriska Serket aaaaaaaalways wins.

She leans back in her chair, grinning at the thought of the battle to come. When the Demon falls, she'll finally claim the Ultimate Treasure – their first chance might be lost, but taking the humans' out from under them would be easier than taking candy from a wiggler – and all the fools will rue how they despised her in their jealousy. Heck, if they debase themselves enough, she might even be magnanimous in victory and let them join her as her underlings.

Her plans, of course, are perfect. Look at that watergrub Eridan – whoops, “Orphaner Duuuuuuuualscaaaaaaaar” – who was so blinded by his stupid hatecrush that he made feeding her lusus a breeze for sweeps and never questioned the shittiness of the “doomsday” devices she fed him. Ha, as if he was good enough to be her kismesis (Ev8n if he is a 8etter choice th8n any of these other idi8s.). Or the white text guy – if she could lead a supposedly “omniscient” being by the absent nose for so long, who could possibly be a challenge (Ev8n if I got hold of one of h8s powers 8y a h8ppy accident and he alw8s 8eat me anyw8y.)? And she had gotten the Heir and the Page of Breath practically eating out of her hand, one a bit more than the other (Ev8n if he was supposed to h8 me, or at least love me, and he's always just afr8d.). So long as they keep trusting her and are confident in themselves – and gog does that take work – they can keep anything pinned down for her to take out at her leisure.

Even without the plans, she has all the luck. She'd been born lucky – seriously, mind control? What could be a better power than that (Ev8n if I c8n't touch the ones I really want to.)? And she'd lucked into a moirail – and occasional auspistice – who let her get away with basically anything (Ev8n if she h8sn't talked to me in foreeeeeeeever, wh8's up with th8?). Heck, even dying had only made her stronger by giving her back her vision eightfold (Ev8n if I can feel my self coming ap8rt 8 the edges now th8t Prosp8t's gone.) Add on top of that all the luck she's stolen throughout the game, and anything that can possibly go right for her, will.

So all she needs to do is keep pushing John along and make sure Tavros doesn't collapse into a nervous wreck again, and this victory's in the bag.

She wonders who Tavros is talking to. That Jade one again (Wh8t's she have to say that I haven't y8t, anyway?)? With a sideways glance, she spots bright blue text. Huh. He's looking increasingly agitated and fearful as the conversation goes on, glancing at her – not noticing she's looking back – with worry after John's every reply. Hahahahahahahaha, the poor doofus probably thinks John's going to replace him as her minion. Should be easy to disabuse him of that notion – she'll tell him she just needs two minions later.

Maaaaaaaaybe keep the implications that he's not good enough for her light. Damn, this tact thing is booooooooring.

Tavros suddenly stands up, gives her a terrified took, swallows his tongue with a squeak, and dashes for the transportalizer. Equius gives one of his stupid pseudo-curses and runs after him to repair the damage from Tavros's inevitable tumble down the stairs. She's just about to follow him when she realizes that Trollian's been beeping at her for a while.


– – ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering arachnidsGrip [AG] at ??:?? – –

EB: vriska.
EB: i really wish you'd just told me everything yourself.
EB: ...
EB: i should have listened to the others from the start.

– – ectoBiologist [EB] blocked arachnidsGrip [AG] – –


Wh8t????????

That wasn't supposed to happen! That can't have happened!!!!!!!!

Nononononononono!!!!!!!!

Even as she tells herself she can fix this, get him to trust her again, get back at Tavros for his incredible idiocy, somehow without breaking him too much, she can feel everything collapsing from beneath her.

This is only supposed to happen to her enemies! It can't happen to her!

But it does.

Just like always.

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I recently realized the reasons I find Vriska so compelling and sympathetic, despite being an evil bitch.

1) Sure, she's a psychopath, and they're a dime a dozen in fiction, but she's the rare breed that knows what they are, isn't happy about it, and does whatever they can to change it - even it they would never admit such to themselves.
2) She fails, consistently and utterly, at absolutely everything that's really important, even or perhaps especially the above. It's enough to make you want to give her a hug despite her intolerable demeanor - albeit only after carefully checking to be sure she is not carrying or near any weaponizable objects.

She is safe.

Oh noooooooo a complete sentence!
Seriously though rae this is awesome and you are awesome at this.

[BlastYoBoots]

That was perfect, X15. I share most of your sentiments, as well.

Also, you kind of lost your handle on the pronouns after "She wonders who he's talking to." It was kind of confusing. (I think you used a "her" instead of "him" by mistake around there, too.)

[X15lm204]

Jegus I need to stop writing these things 3 hours into what should have been my sleep cycle.

[Aerodactylus]

Oh man...this thing...it is getting away from me. Although I still need a title. Anyone feel like suggesting one?

EDIT: I CAME UP WITH A TITLE!

Part two of Come Together (now with colortags!)

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“Joooooooohn!”

John was barely ten feet out the door of the bar when he heard his name called. Immediately after, a pair of slim arms wrapped themselves around his middle and a chin rested itself on his shoulder. John spared a glance to his right to find Vriska’s fanged grin hovering next to him.

“Oh, hi Vriska.”

“You were great tonight, John! G-R-Eight, GREAT!” She nuzzled John’s neck. “I toooooooold you that you were the best human boy in the whole wide universe!”

John laughed nervously. “I don’t know about that. Dave is a way better singer than I am. He deserved that last chorus. I wouldn’t have been able to hit those notes.”

“You’re wrong John, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! I know you were way better than Mr. Cool Shades. I saw it with all eight eyes!”

By this time they had awkwardly walked most of the way back to the tranportalizer room, Vriska still clinging to John’s torso. They paused by John’s pad, marked with a slimer icon.

“Soooooooo, Joooooooohn, do you want to…hang ooooooooout toniiiiiiiight?” Vriska put on what John figured was her attempt at an inviting smile, but it just looked kind of scary to him. He disagreed with most of the others, especially Karkat, about Vriska being dangerous, but she still had to admit that she could be a bit frightening, albeit unintentionally.

“Um, sorry Vriska. I’m kind of tired, and I think I would like to go to bed early tonight.” John smiled apologetically. “Maybe some other time?”

Vriska immediately let go of him, a pout forming on her lips. “Yeah, whateeeeeeeever, Egbert. I see how it is; don’t want to be seen with the Spiderbitch, right?”

“No, no, that’s not it at all! I really am just tired; I’d love to hang out with you sometime!” John frantically waved his hands.

“Tomorrow night, then! Great, I’ll see you then, best human boy!” Vriska grinned and skipped off to her tranportalizer pad, disappearing before John could say anything.

“Um…I hope that doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass…” John mused to himself. It wasn’t that he minded spending time with Vriska, it was just…yeah. Oh boy.

“I hope it does, Egbert, because then something would be biting you in the ass, and that amuses me to no fucking end.”

John started. What was it with people sneaking up behind him today? He turned around just in time to see Terezi smack Karkat upside the head.

“Be nice!” she snapped, even as she giggled.

“It’s Egbert, I’m allowed,” Karkat countered, rubbing the back of his head. “And don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Terezi ignored him. “Nice job tonight, John. I loved how you manipulated the coolkid. Very clever.”

“I wasn’t really manipulating him, just trying to get him to have a little fun.”

“Eh, same difference.” Terezi grabbed Karkat’s chin and planted a kiss on his lips. Karkat responded by pushing her away and making gagging noises. “I’ll see you later, Karkles.” She stepped onto her pad and disappeared.

Karkat was still making a big show of wiping Terezi’s kiss off when he noticed John staring. “You didn’t see that, nooksniffer.” Then he marched past John, making sure to bump shoulders on the way past, and followed Terezi through her transportalizer.

John shook his head before heading towards his own pad. Troll couples sure are weird!

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Rose drew the bow of her violin smoothly across the strings, the track coming out of her computer’s speakers echoing her as she finished her piece. When it was done, she reached over to click the mouse and stop the music.

Kanaya, sitting across from Rose on the bed, applauded softly. “That was beautiful, Rose. What was that song called?”

“It’s the first moment of Bach’s Violin Concerto in A minor. It’s called allegro moderato, which means moderately fast in the Earth language Italian. Symphonic music doesn’t have proper titles, usually. Instead they are named after a defining characteristic of the piece, such a tempo marking or stylistic choice on the part of the composer.”

“Tempo?” Kanaya tilted her head in confusion at the unfamiliar term.

“Speed,” Rose translated. “Music has a language all its own, in addition to being a language unto itself. Some things are impossible to express with words, but musical notes can do the job just fine.”

“What about songs that have words…like that one you sang in the bar?”

“Hmm…” Rose thought for a moment. “It is true that there are many great rock and pop songs. But no genre of music is as timeless as the great symphonies written by the old masters, such as Beethoven, Mozart, or Bach. Some of these pieces were played for hundreds of years on Earth. The one I just played for you, for example, was over two centuries old when our session began.”

“Amazing,” Kanaya said. “I can’t think of anything preserved for posterity that way on Alternia. Everything is either useful or dead weight. It rather explains my fellow trolls’ lack of tolerance for my fashion hobbies.” Her face lit up. “Rose, could you perhaps show me a performance of your Earth music?”

“Of course. Come sit over here.” Rose laid her violin in its case as Kanaya pulled a chair up to Rose’s computer. “Why don’t I show you the piece I just played?” Rose navigated through old Youtube archives until she found what she wanted, an old recording of a major symphony orchestra accompanying a violin soloist.

Kanaya’s eyes widened as she watched. “There are so many of them…is this their job?”

Rose nodded. “It is—was—very competitive. Professional musicians would study for many years to reach this level of skill, and even then it was a constant struggle to prove yourself worthy of holding a position in one of these ensembles.”

“It sounds more like troll culture than I would’ve expected.” Kanaya pointed to the screen. “What are those called?”

“Those are cellos,” Rose replied. “They’re in the same family as my violin, but they provide the baritone voice in the orchestra.”

“They sound beautiful,” Kanaya said, somewhat wistfully. Suddenly she turned to Rose and asked, “Could you teach me to play one?”

“A cello?” Rose considered it. “I suppose I could. The basics are the same as the violin, bowing and such. We’ll see about alchemizing you one. But Kanaya,” her voice turned serious, “learning a musical instrument is a great commitment. Are you sure you are willing to devote the proper time and work it takes to master it?”

Kanaya stared at the video briefly before answering. “Yes,” she said, “definitely.”

Rose smiled. “Then I shall be happy to take you on as my pupil.”

Kanaya smiled in return, and put her arm around Rose. Together, they watched the soloist on screen take his bows to an adoring audience.

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The next night, John was one of the first people into the bar. He was surprised to see that all the tables had been pushed to one side of the room, and chairs set up in four rows of four, facing the karaoke machine. Gamzee was just placing the last one.

“Hey, Gamzee, what’s with the new setup?”

“Oh man, I heard you lay the motherfuckin’ gauntlet down on Dave yesterday. I figured the bros and hoes would like a proper view of the proceedings all up in this bitch, you feel me?”

John laughed. “Definitely! I am sure Dave will love it, too.”

“It’s fuckin’ stupid if you ask me.” Eridan was glowering at John from his usual place at the bar. He took a long gulp of his drink and continued, “Fuckin’ land dweller bullshit. You guys should settle your scores with a duel or something, not some dumbass singing contest.”

“It’s not a contest, Eridan,” John replied, taking the stool next to the purple blood. “Dave’s just been really out of it lately, and me and Jade are working to get him to loosen up a bit. Dave can’t resist a challenge, so I kind of…made one up for him.”

Eridan shrugged. “Still sounds fuckin’ dumb.” He took another drink.

“So I guess that means you won’t be singing for us anytime soon?”

“Forget it! No fuckin’ way I’m going up there.”

“Suit yourself.”

John ordered a Coke from Gamzee and took a seat in the front row as more people began arriving. A half hour later the bar was full once again, and everyone had begun fidgeting, waiting for something to happen.

John elbowed Dave, who had sat down next to him, but had otherwise not acknowledged his presence, merely sitting with his arms crossed and his shaded gaze lowered. “You going to take the stage sometime?”

“Yeah, coolkid!” Terezi leaned forward from behind Dave and playfully licked his ear. “Everyone knows how you bragged to John last night. You’re not going to let us down, are you? I for one would be crushed!”

Dave calmly uncrossed his arms. “First off, don’t lick me,” he pointed a finger in Terezi’s face for emphasis. “And second, you don’t fucking choose when these happen. They just do. And…now it’s happening.” He stood up and made his way forward.

“Yeah, Dave! Woo!” John cheered, followed by Jade and Terezi, and then everyone was clapping or acknowledging him in some respect.

Dave raised a hand for silence. “First, I have to set up.” He opened his hands, palms downward, and twin bursts of light resolved themselves into his timetables. Dave flicked a switch here and there, and the display on the karaoke machine began to blink and flash as the timetables interfaced with it. When he was finished, Dave smirked. “Let’s rock!” He flipped a switch, and the song began.

Intergalactic
Planetary
Planetary
Intergalactic

“Well now, don’t you tell me to smile; you stick around, I’ll make it worth your while; got numbers beyond what you can dial; maybe it’s because I’m so versatile…” Dave’s fingers worked his timetables as he rapped, spinning out beats with the precision expected of a master of time. The backing track from the karaoke machine seemed to stretch and shift as Dave spun, sometimes pulling a mean double reach around on itself, adding new sounds to the mix. “When it comes to envy, y'all is green; jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine; another dimension, new galaxy…INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY!”

Dave’s fingers were a blur as he laid down strict beats and started more sick fires than the bar had room for. John, for his part, was sitting open mouthed, and a quick glance at Jade told him she was equally stunned. They both knew rapping was one of Dave’s hobbies, but he was blowing them all away with this performance. The song was good, but Dave was making it his own, using his time powers and his tables to bend the music and the beats to his will.

Intergalactic
Planetary
Planetary
Intergalactic

“DO IT!” Dave finished with a flourish, crossing his arms and doing his best coolkid pose. The audience went wild. Even Eridan, sloshed at the bar, and Equius, looking typically sulky next to an ecstatic Nepeta, nodded in approval.

“Yeah, that’s right, motherfuckers, I’m Dave Strider, and I’ve got the strictest beats in this or any universe!” Dave dismissed his timetables with a wave of his hands and made to return to his seat, but a wild haired, gangly figure wrapped him up in a hug before he could.

“Motherfucker! You…That was the most motherfuckin’ miraculous shit this bro has ever had be all up in his eardrums! Dave, my brother, you fuckin’ killed that shit! I will forever worship at the altar of your fuckin’ mad skills!”

“Okay…okay, Gamzee, Jesus, let me go!”

Gamzee released Dave from his hug, but continued, “You gotta show me how you lay down those beats, my brother!”

Dave raised an eyebrow. “Gamzee, not to be unappreciative, but I don’t think you’ve got what it takes.”

“Aw, c’mon Dave, this motherfucker’s beggin’ you! I’m down on my motherfuckin’ knees, bro!” And in fact he was, doing a passable impersonation of Wayne and Garth, John thought.

Dave considered. “Alright, fine. I guess I can indulge a fan for a bit.”

“Yes! Tavros, get your mechanical ass up here! We’re gonna rock this shit!”

“Whoa, whoa…who said anything about bull-boy?” Dave sneered. “If I’m skeptical about you, Gamzee, there’s no way he’s got the stuff.”

Tavros, who was already standing next to Gamzee, looked disappointed. “Oh, uh, that’s okay, I don’t, uh, think I could do it anyway…”

But Gamzee was having none of it. “No fuckin’ way, my best bro. We’re in this together, all on a motherfuckin’ quest for the strictest beats in paradox space! And now that we’ve found our fuckin’ patron saint, we ain’t gonna back down from no challenge!” He had an arm around Tavros and an unusually manic glint in his eye. Tavros looked mildly frightened.

Dave, on the other hand, was just exasperated. “Ugh, fine. We’ll pick something easy for the chump.” He walked over to the karaoke machine, casually scrolling through lists of songs. “Here’s a good one.” He queued it up and tossed them each a mic. Tavros bobbled his and almost dropped it. “Don’t fuck this up.”

“Yes sir, my most gracious rhyme champion!” Gamzee looked beside himself with glee.

Dave flopped into his chair and immediately received a big hug from Jade. “You were great!” she enthused. “I told you you’d like karaoke if you gave it a chance.”

Dave smirked playfully. “I guess you did. Score one for the Jade girl. Congratulations.” Jade gave him an affectionate smile, and didn’t remove her arm from his shoulders when she returned her attention to Tavros and Gamzee.

The song started with a quick beat, and both Gamzee and Tavros stared at the lyrics display on the karaoke machine.

“I came to dance-dance-dance-dance; I hit the floor ‘cause that’s my plans-plans-plans-plans…now you, Tavros!”

“Uh, I’m wearing all my favorite brands-brands-brands-brands; give me some space for both my hands-hands-hands…hands? Uh, yeah, yeah…’cause it goes on and on and oooOOOooon...” Tavros’s voice cracked on the last note, cause snickers to ripple through the room, but Gamzee picked up the slack for him.

“Yeah, it goes on and on and on! I throw my hands up in the air sometimes—whoa, Tavros, put your hands up!”

“Uh, why?”

“’Cause the song fuckin’ said to, that’s why!”

Completely forgetting about the mic, Gamzee began waving his hands around above his head and prancing around the room in typical Gamzee fashion. “HONK HONK HONK!”

Tavros, with one hand in the air, attempted gamely to continue singing. “I, uh, wanna celebrate and live my life, singing ay-oh, baby let’s go…”

“’Cause we gon’ rock this club, we gon’ go all night, we gon’ light it up like it’s dynamite! Yeah, motherfuckers!”

“Because I told you once, now I told you twice, we gon’ light it up, like it’s dynamite?”

Dave covered his face with his hand. “Oh god, this is painful…”

Jade lightly punched his shoulder. “Hush! They’re fine!”

“They fucking suck…”

“But they’re having fun, right? Even Tavros is enjoying himself!”

“I came to move-move-move-move; get out the way of me and my crew-crew-crew-crew; I'm in the club so I'm gonna do-do-do-do; just what the fuck came here to do-do-do-do…uh, yeah, yeah!”

“I throw my hands up in the air sometimes, sayin’ ay-oh, gotta let go!”

“Uh, Gamzee, I think you missed a part…”

“Aw, did I? Fuck, bro, I’m sorry! This song is just so fuckin’ miraculous that I can’t handle it!”

The duo fumbled their goofy way through two more choruses and a bridge, and then the song was over, those assembled giving them accolades. Gamzee took several ridiculously overdone bows, while Tavros just carefully replaced his mic in its holster before sneaking back to his seat.

“Aw, man, that fucker’s got me in a mood to celebrate! Drinks all around!” Gamzee bounded back to the bar, and kids and trolls began getting up to partake of the clown’s hospitality.

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Later that night, John sat in his room, watching Failure to Launch on his computer. He was just thinking about going to bed when his Pesterchum client dinged.

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-- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] --

AG: Heeeeeeeey, John!
AG: Wh8t’s up?
EB: oh, hi vriska!
EB: not much, i was actually about to go to bed!
AG: >::::[ Again with the going to 8ed? You are so 8ooooooooring!
AG: What a8out your promise to hang out with me tonight? ;;;;]
EB: i didn’t really promise to hang out with you tonight…just sometime!
EB: you decided that it was going to be tonight!
AG: So I diiiiiiiid! Well, th8t settles it! I’ll 8e right over!

-- arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB] –

EB: wait! vriska!
EB: shit.

A/N

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FFFFFFFFFFFFF--colortags. CHRIST IN HEAVEN, COLORTAGS. THEY TAKE FOREVER. That aside, this is SO MUCH FUN to write. I have all the ideas. ALL OF THEM.

Song links:

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Violin Concerto in A minor, mvt. 1 - Johannes Sebastian Bach
Intergalactic - The Beastie Boys
Dynamite - Taio Cruz

[mewtant-307k]

C: Aerodactylus, that was just...fun. Fun is the only way I can describe this series

[BlastYoBoots]

Seconded. It has all the fun.


Also, people are welcome to their various head-canons, but why do fic-writers always seem to assume that the troll race ignores music? They've had cinema so long they've run out of titles, they keep their actors filming shows out in space, and slam-poetry has been around to the point that it's considered an ancient, noble art. Chances are they have a similar history of music, to boot.

I guess it's hard to write a Karaoke fic without some exclusion there, though. You can't exactly write hypothetical troll-songs out of whole cloth, after all.

Or can you?
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[Aerodactylus]

Perhaps you can. I certainly can't. Thanks for the cool, kind words! Fun is the goal here.

[BPrinny]

We obviously need to get some songwriters in here to write some Alternian songs.

[-Benedict]

ffffffff OK I am so conflicted about that fic, you have no idea. On the one hand, it is wonderful and fun and fantastic, but on the other hand AAAAAGH F---ING TAIO CRUZ DYNAMITE WORST F---ING SONG IN THE G--D--- WORLD, HATE HATE HATE.

Dave covered his face with his hand. “Oh god, this is painful…”

[crash826]

We obviously need to get some songwriters in here to write some Alternian songs.

Obviously.

[Kawa]

And now, a short Brofic that fits in the whole "Population: 12" canon.

Snapback

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"It's weird, Jim."

"What is?"

"Dying, and then being alive again. It's weird, and not a whole lot of people understand."

Bro and Mr. Egbert were sitting in the businessman's living room with some beers after the game. On the other couch, Cal and the maimed harlequin sat staring into oblivion.

"I think I can imagine what that must've been like."

"Do you, Egbert? Imagine this, then. One moment, I'm on the roof waiting for Dave to come up and fight me."

"Easy enough."

"Then you and your whole apartment get yanked into the Medium, you fight that Jack douche a couple times and he stabs you to death. Through the heart."

"Then what happened?"

"Everything went black. A slow fade out, y'know? And the next thing I know, I'm back on the roof! No Medium, no meteors -- just me, Cal and a sword on the roof, waiting for Dave to come get his ass kicked."

"That must've been confusing, Steve."

"The worst part is that I remember it all. And sometimes, it still feels weird up in here."

Strider tapped his chest.

"Sometimes, it feels like my own sword is still stuck in here. And y'know what?"

The pipe fan raised an eyebrow.

"Makes me feel alive."

Using the names from back at page 48.

[lucidSeraph]

@raequiem

Rae, this is pretty much my very favorite writing style. It's quite hard to pull off, but you've managed it perfectly. Well done. Stream of consciousness is pretty perfect for a creature like him, so... yes.

also re: your Tav + Bec fic - these updates have started to make me STRONGLY dislike Tavros, and I think if something like what you said had been implied my Grrrr would be significantly less. TL;DR - better than canon.

@Domoz - YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS kan and eri yes yessssssss I am pleased.

re: Alternian music - for some reason I imagine it to be mostly like Klingon opera.

[Katrika]

Rae: So sad!

[raequiem]

Damn, no one noticed outright. (Except Drake, kinda. Go Drake!)

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This fanfic has no POV. It's not first, third or even second-person. It's no-person.

I love writing weirdness. What to do next...?

[lucidSeraph]

Damn, no one noticed outright. (Except Drake, kinda. Go Drake!)

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This fanfic has no POV. It's not first, third or even second-person. It's no-person.

I love writing weirdness. What to do next...?

[puts on writing teacher hat]

Sorry to disappoint, but technically this was still first-person stream-of-consciousness, based on the based on the grammatical constructions you used and the general structure of the piece. You can't actually avoid POV. It's rather like quantum states. The second you write something, you've introduced a POV.

[/takes off writing teacher hat]

sorry about that, normally I try not to take my actual IRL work onto the intertubes, but... yeah. :\

*e* WHICH ISN'T TO SAY IT'S BAD jegus let me clarify - you did this quite well, but it's erroneous to assume a lack of POV. There's no such thing as no POV. You can remove pronouns and gender constructions and do all kinds of wordplay but there will ALWAYS be some sort of point of view involved, whether it's third person limited or unreliable narrator or whatever.


*e* oh gog damn it the writer hat is glued to my head. LEMMIE DO SOME ESPLAININ.

What Rae's done in this piece is what we in The Biz call Stream of Consciousness. The basic idea is to give the character's thought processes as they are exactly. Bec wouldn't use an 'I' pronoun, and his thought processes would be alien, jumpy, and inherently concerned with Jade - all things that Rae does quite well here. It's all his internal workings and thoughts. However, SoC is still considered first person narrative, even if the person in question doesn't have a concept of self, because it's still told from their point of view - indeed, it's more purely their point of view because it's their thoughts as those thoughts occur. While it's hypothetically possible to use second or third person stream of consciousness, the grammatical structures Rae uses indicate that it's first-person.


d-derp.

While I'm off on this retarded tangent and both unable to remove this fucking hat and unable to go back to my actual work (which is supposed to be analyzing F Scott Fitzgerald's "The Crack-Up" as an example of Fitzgerald's inherent concern with the death of dreams) I'd like to point out as an aside that Homestuck uses the rarest form of narrative mode in the English language - second person.

here just. surprisingly good article.