A lot of great fics in the last few pages. Keep it up.
This just changed my head cannon for sober Gamzee.Originally Posted by zebtrestalala
Sober
Gone. It was gone. What used to be the lovely Nitram mansion was now a heap of smoldering wood and embers. Smoke caught in the chilly autumn air, and it only added to the sickening feeling that Karkat had in his stomach.
“(< what are we going to do, Karkitty?”
What were they going to do? Every day it was getting colder and colder, and he knew that the homeless shelters wouldn’t take them in, what with their status as well-known crooks and the like. They were used to getting at least a floor to sleep on in the winter months from Mr. Pupa, but now they would be forced to go back to sleeping in the alleyways, in abandoned buildings, or even in some of the seedier bars in town. But more importantly, their steady funds that they had relied on for more than a year were gone, for the time being.
“LiKe WhO wOuLd BuRn DoWn ThE hOuSe Of A pOoR cRiPpLe KiD, tHaT’s NoT rIgHt MaN”
“Gamzee, you and I both know that Mr. Pupa lived here, it was easy to figure out even with all those fucking hiveshit ways he would bring us here.”
“BuT i MeAn, MoThErFuCk, NoT eVeRyBoDy KnEw AbOuT hIs AlTeR eGo.”
“D< that’s pawful! did someone just r33lly hate people in wheelchairs?”
“No, someone had to know that Tavros Nitram and Mr. Pupa were the same person.”
They all stared solemnly at the ashes for a while longer before retreating into the alleyways. The Nitram Mansion was in one of the classier sections of town, and if the trio were caught out in the open someone would have called the cops. Even while they had employment here they still hit up some of the houses for their precious heirlooms and other sources of cash. Eventually they made their way through the maze of alleyways and into the noticeably poorer districts of the city. They were on their own again, for the time being. Just like old times again.
***
A week had passed with no word from Mr. Pupa. Before, he had gotten one of the many consorts that littered the city to contact them, impatiently tugging on their clothes and sometimes even writing in their own blood to get the message across. But they hadn’t come across any consorts save the poor, dying salamander who’s only warmth in the fall were the mushrooms that he had harvested from god-knows-where. After filching a few from the unconscious amphibian, they had not met any others.
This was not a good sign. It meant that a harsh winter was ahead, if all of the consorts had already gone into hibernation or were cramped in their hidey holes somewhere.
And so they sat, in the Lost District, in a partially destroyed house that at the very least shielded them from the cold.
“FUCK! I can’t believe that he just fucking abandoned us like that! After all we did for Pupa, and he doesn’t even give us the slightest hint or help!”
“
“It’s Mr. Pupa we’re talking about! The criminal mastermind with more irons in the fire than even Hephaestus! And you’re telling me that he’s scared of somebody?”
“ThAt’S gOtTa Be OnE wIcKeD mOtHeRf-fUcKeR,” stammered Gamzee.
The last week had not been kind to Gamzee. At first the team thought that Mr. Pupa would be in touch with them in a few days, so they kept going to bars and drinking the cold autumn nights away. But as they days went by, and their pockets grew emptier, they realized that they would need to save their money. Sadly, sopor slime had NOT been in the budget, it having been replaced by silly things like meat, vegetables, and fresh water.
“I c-c-cOuLd ReAlLy Go FoR a NiCe PiE rIgHt NoW, mY sKuLl’s PlAyIn PiNg-PoNg WiTh My ThInK pAn”
“)<here, gamz33, it’s not pie, but it’s your second favorite!”
Nepeta handed a lukewarm Faygo to the shuddering clown that she had been keeping in her coat for the entire day. She had managed to get away with buying a few before Karkat realized and stopped this careless waste of their tight funds.
As he nervously began to chug the wicked elixir, the other two sighed and closed their eyes. Hopefully night fall would take their pains away into a blissful sleep, but they were trolls and this was all but impossible. A sudden crunch outside, like someone trying to alert someone else to their position, awoke them only moments later.
Karkat peeked his head out through a small crack in the wall, then instantly pulled it back. Green. A dark green that shone through the darkness, hinting at its preternatural nature. The Felt.
Fuck fuck fuck FUCK. he thought. This can’t be a coincidence. They’re not just traipsing down some alley at 8 o clock at night going for a stroll. They’re looking for something. Someone. Us.
“
Karkat’s hand quickly clasped itself over Nepeta’s mouth, and they edged back into the shadows, towards where Gamzee lay, curled into a pathetic shape. The three lay utterly quiet, though not still on account of Gamzee, in the shadows, listening to the menacing crunch of leaves and broken glass in the alley outside. Just when they had thought that they were in the clear, and that they had not been spotted, a bright light illuminated the room and their shivering bodies. A square, stern, and menacing face appeared right next to the light, and it’s voice called out, “BOSS! I FOUND ‘EM!”
Fuck you, Matchsticks, Karkat thought to himself. The Pupa had once given them a rundown on the Felt, but only one bit of advice when dealing with them: Run. If you get captured, he had said, and you even think about telling them anything, then the crocodiles will come and eat you alive.
“Ah, the Karkat gang,” said a smooth, but powerful voice. “The Pupa’s dogs.”
“
“Nepeta, shut up. Not the time.”
A head adorned with a maroon hat marked with a seven appeared in the doorway next.
“I don’t believe we’ve ever met. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Crowbar. And you all are our captives.”
“OfFiCeR wE dIdN’t TaKe It We SwEaR…”
“Tee hee! He thinks we’re police officers, Boss!” giggled the one in the purple hat.
“No that guy’s just outta his mind looks like the pupa’s got a bunch of grade a henchmen right there huh employing a crazy guy is he really that desperate I mean come on.”
“It’s a cryin’ shame, Itchy,” said Crowbar. “Now bag them up and lets go. We don’t want to attract too much atten-”
The distant sound of police sirens suddenly reached the ears of the crew.
“Now! Fin, Trace, Itchy, bag them up!” yelled Crowbar, before realizing that the trio had escaped in the moment of confusion.
“DAMMIT! Alright, change of plans. Hide from the cops, then we’ll go after them. Think we can do that, Trace?”
“Righto, bothth” he said, lisping through his gigantic underbite.
And with that, another light filled the room. This one was a bright green rather than white, and it came from a matchstick of a similar hue. As the eerie green light filled the room, time slowly grounded to a halt. With Fin leading the way out of the cops future trails, the team worked their way up to the rooftops where they wouldn’t have been seen. There was no rush, as Matchstick’s time stopping powers could last for as long as they needed it to. And once they had gotten situated, perched low on a rooftop with only one purple hat sticking out into the gloom, they waited.
“SOLLUX, 1 DON’T TH1NK TH3Y’R3 H3R3. TH3 SL1MY B4ST4RDS PROB4BLY GOT 4W4Y 4G41N.”
“But they were here, riight Terethii?”
“Y3P, 1 COULDN’T M1ST4K3 4 SOUR 4PPL3 TH4T STRONG…W41T A S3C, 1 TH1NK…”
As much luck as they had from Clover being around, Crowbar got a little nervous. Most of the cops were chumps, but a few of them like Ms. Scratch and Sniff here were something else.
“Bothth, I don’t get it, right here in the trail the jutht turn away!” whispered Fin.
Ahhh, so that’s how they got away.
“Itchy, distraction time. We’ll catch up with you later.”
“Got it, boss!” the yellow hatted speedster whispered, then raced off along the rooftops.
With cries of “GET HIM!” and “THERE HE GOES! CATCH THAT FELT!” the cars peeled away and after Itchy. And as Itchy bounded one way, the five others on the job followed an all-but-invisible trail to their targets.
***
It was a fuckin MiRaClE that any of them had gotten out of there alive.
Especially since Nepeta and he had to drag Gamzee’s limp body almost half the way there when he ended up collapsing halfway through. There was an old power plant half way into the Lost District, and Karkat could only hope that the energy that it gave off would end up messing with the Felt’s power.
“?< karkitty who were those guys? and why did they come afurr us?”
“I think that that’s probably the Felt. And they’re probably the culprits for the mansion fire a week ago.”
“>
“Yeah, and I don’t think we’re done seeing them today. Be on your guard.”
“:33<It’s a good thing we got the weasel to protect us if we’re in trouble, right???”
“Ugh, yes, I’ll use that stupid artifact if you need me to. Don’t expect me to don the costume though.”
“: ((< awwww…”
“Come on, Nepeta, it wouldn’t be practical. For now, let’s make sure that we’re well protected.”
And so the duo left Gamzee to go through his withdrawal from sopor in a small corner, and worked on barricading the entrance with bits of wood, metal, and dirt that had accumulated over the years.
“://< so do you think that those guys are going to try and find us again?”
“I don’t just think it, I know it.”
***
“Are we still tracking their past trails, Trace?”
“We’re still thmack on ‘em, bothth. Hey, watch this.”
Trace suddenly stuck his foot out in front of him into the open air. He swung it back, and a few seconds later a cloud of red dust was knocked up by an invisible force.
“Thee that? I got ‘em! I tripped ‘em up! They never even saw it coming!”
“Very good, Trace, now just make sure that we get there.”
“Tho, bothth, when we get there, can I think my teeth into one of ‘em for good meathure?”
“Fin, stop trying to live out your stupid fucking shark fantasies. Lord English told us specifically that there would be no violence, no casualties, just capture. So no force unless it’s needed. And no biting, that’s just disgusting! Do you know where they’ve been?”
“They probably have Herpes!” added Clover with a giggle.
“This is no time to be joking, Clover,” growled Matchsticks. “This is serious business. We have to get the information from those thieves.”
“Correct, Matchsticks, but remember who’s in charge here?”
“Right, sorry boss.”
“Hey, bothth, looks like they’re heading for the old power plant!” exclaimed Trace, finally piecing together the past trail.
“Good work, fellas, now we just bag ‘em.”
***
“MoThErFuCkEr…WoUlD sOmEBoDy TuRn DoWn ThE hEaT?”
Karkat and Nepeta, huddled together for warmth, eyed Gamzee nervously. He seemed to be having fever like symptoms from his withdrawal, and would go into a spasm every few minutes that was disturbing to watch. Neither of the two had ever seen Gamzee off of his drug, and they worried how long it had been since Gamzee had been sober.
“
“To Be HoNeSt I aIn’T fEeLiN tOo MiRaCuLoUs RiGhT nOw”
He then proceeded to go into a fit, scratching ever inch on his body like a dog that had been overrun with fleas. He eventually just started to roll on the floor, teeth clenched in pain as his nervous system was thrown into overdrive, and his hands flailing across his body. Then he abruptly stopped, and curled into a ball again.
It was bad enough not having enough money to pay anything beyond the absolute essentials, but watching their friend be in so much pain was simply too terrible to watch. They had no idea where Gamzee had gotten his sopor before, so it was likely that once they had been able to buy the sopor from the local high-end stores that his drug-addled brain had forgotten.
Gog dammit, I shouldn’t be trying to piece together the past now thought Karkat. I should be trying to figure out how the hell we’re going to survive the Felt
And, as if on cue, a muffled voice echoed from outside, “Knock, knock, anybody home?”
And then a mixture of noises, of scraping, crashing, breaking, thumping broke the silence that they had held so dear. There stupid little roadblock wasn’t going to work. The felt were going to break in and catch them, and then it would be all over. No telling what those freaks could do.
With a burst of flame, the group of six burst into the hideout.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH US?” shouted Karkat, leaving any hopes of stealth behind.
“We’ve been instructed to bring you in for questioning, Mr. Vantas,” said Crowbar. “It seems you might have some information on where our mutual friend the Pupa is staying, seeing as you are his…kittens.”
“WE DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! HE’S LEFT US ON THE STREETS FOR WEEKS!”
“No need to yell, Karkat. I’m sure you’ll be helpful none the less. We have so many questions to ask, and so little time before Lord English is ready.”
With that, Karkat reached into his pocket, his hands gripping the artifact in rage. No. He was not going to let these creeps take them in. Not after everything else that they had gone through.
Still, it’d be nice to have some help. Magpie? Egbertman? Fuckin’ CrowBro? Anybody. Hell, even the police would be nice.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll be wantin’ to do that Karkat. In case Pupa didn’t let you know, this crowbar right here can be very effective against artifacts. So if you want to keep it in one piece, I recommend that you just come nicely. Maybe Die will take it easy on your interrogation…” said Crowbar, a sneer across his face.
“Enough chit chat let’s just get this over with already!” exclaimed Itchy, before rushing at Karkat.
Karkat barely had time to whip out his sickle, while Nepeta brandished her claws. Neither of them were going down without a fight, especially not when their suffering friend’s life might be on the line. As both of them futilely swiped at the yellow speed demon, he landed kicks and punches with rapid succession. As the leapt out of the way, they were met with a strike back into the direction that they came, along with a grin from Fin. It seemed hopeless.
This aura of hopelessness was further compounded upon when several of the pipes above them broke loose, spraying hot steam directly into their faces.
“Whoopsie!” giggled Clover, as he slid down one, landing a with a crack against Karkat’s skull.
Dazed and beaten, the two collapsed to the floor, only to see that Gamzee was standing again.
A thick, purple stream ran down his face, and his eyes had lost their typical bloodshot purple color. In fact, they were wide open.
“Outta the way, motherfuckers, miracles coming through.”
As Itchy raced towards him, Gamzee’s eyes narrowed in concentration, as the neurons in his head fired with more speed than they ever had in his life. He took a quick step to the right, and stuck his leg out. Itchy barreled over it, slamming into the wall opposite him.
“Son. Of. A. BITCH!” yelled Itchy, before charging again, his arms flailing in a flurry of punches.
Gamzee blocked every single one. His mind was ablaze with thought, with processes that seemed faster than instantaneous. Knowledge and intellect that had been blocked out for twenty some years had suddenly flooded his brain, setting forth a symphony of actions and reactions.
Despite Itchy’s impossible speed, his reactions were close to a normal humans speed, so Gamzee was even able to land a few good, if not a bit weak, punches into the green man’s stomach. He staggered back and collapsed from exhaustion.
“What…the…fuck?” grunted Karkat, struggling to his feet.
Trace and Fin readied themselves for whatever their new threat would do. In response, Gamzee stood absolutely still. The noise inside his head, the cacophony of processes that, for the first time in a long while, were actually uninhibited, had rose to a roar. Gamzee started humming in order to let some of the noise out, but it wasn’t enough. Reaching his arms out, he wrenched a thick pipe out of the wall, surprising the two shark-esque men. Dozens of calculations streamed through his brain, the right angle to swing it, their most likely reactions, the force at which to swing it, where he should aim the recoil, all instantaneous. And so seemed his swing, and how it managed to richochet off the floor, straight into Fin, who ended up slamming into Trace, and then the two of them were caught under the pipe as it was sent slamming into them.
Clover then decided to test his luck on this newfound threat, leaping through the rafters with his trusty little diamond cane at the ready. It was really for show, but as the jewels that adorned it could pack quite a punch. He flew down the pipework, jumping from one to the other, his glasses barely staying on his face, but yet they did. Everything was perfect, he had the perfect shot…
Until Gamzee tripped backwards.
“WHAT? That’s not lucky at all!”
Clearly, Clover had underestimated the power of Miracles. And also a Sober Gamzee.
As he was picking himself off the floor, a heavy pipe came crashing down on his head.
This was enough for Crowbar. Four of his men taken down by a drug-addled nobody? That was not gonna fly.
He rushed him, Crowbar in hand. If only he could result to firearms, but, no, he had to stick to nonlethal, this kid was important. With the most powerful swing that he could muster, he aimed for the kid’s face. And it stopped midswing.
Gamzee was looking seriously deranged right now. The way that he looked at Crowbar down the length of his weapon was enough to unsettle even him, and he had seen a few things in his life.
Caught off guard, the crowbar was whipped out of his hands and into his head, leaving his head reeling. Behind him, he heard Matchsticks nervously fumbling. Matchsticks knew that he had to get rid of this guy, and he had to get rid of him NOW. Gamzee thought the exact same thing. Well, that among other things. His mind, all in the matter of seconds, weighed the outcomes, planned the advance, analyzed the repercussions, and insured success.
Busy trying to light one of the green matchsticks on his coat, Matchsticks did not notice the crowbar that was flung towards his chest. A bit top heavy and tall, he could not keep his balance, and staggered back, only to lose control over his green matchstick. Gamzee was the one that gained control over it, striking it against the falling man’s coat and freezing time for himself.
And yet the beat inside his head rolled on, and on, and on. He was practically singing right now, the Bard to his overpowering mind. He staggered over to Nepeta and Karkat, bathing them in the green glow, and awakening them from their timelessness.
“
“How the fuck did that happen, Gamzee? What did you do?”
“Shhhh, bro, we gotta get outta here”
And with that he showed them a series of cables that they could climb, and a nice little hatch at the top that led to the rooftops. Eventually, they managed to climb up and outwards, but they had all the time in the world.
“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”
Karkat and Nepeta climbed out the hatch, while Gamzee pulled out a small knife and began to work magic. A few second later he emerged, and the trio jumped away into the night.
***
Later, the Felt would wonder how the hell the entire system of pipes, scaffolding, and supports had managed to collapse on top of them in only a moments notice.
Clover chalked it up to miracles.
***
It was too much for him. The noise was overpowering, and he could barely drown it out even with the most intense concentration.
What Nepeta and Karkat had thought was him humming and babbling was actual coherent thought if they listened closely enough. Letters, numbers, equations, phrases, they all tumbled out of Gamzee’s mind without him ever missing a beat. Somehow he managed to match every single syllable that he made to a note, and it ended up making a melody of thoughts, with him as its Bard.
Right now he just wished he could shut it off. Only sopor had been able to do that before, and only sopor could do it again. His mother had done it with drinking. His grandfather had done it with smoking. He had done it with sopor.
“We need to get him to a doctor, and quick.”
***
“I Do Not Think That This Is A Good Idea. I Should Report You For Even Being In Here.”
“LISTEN, BITCH. OUR FRIEND IS IN DANGER HERE OF GOING INSANE. HE’S IN PAIN, RIGHT NOW. HE NEEDS HELP.”
“
“Yes, I Can See That, But I Do Not Even Know How To Begin To Treat This Madness.”
Gamzee only clutched his head and moaned, scribbling entire trains of though onto the doctor’s office walls with a pencil that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Occasionally, he would have a moment of lucidness and apologize, before proceeding to erase everything off the wall, only to slip again into a fit of madness.
“:33< well, uh, before, he used to take sopor slime in order to ‘chill out,’ but he’s been off it for a week!”
“Well Perhaps That Is The Problem. Perhaps We Should Let His Withdrawal Pan Out. It Is Appalling That He Attempted To Ingest That In The First Place, Let Alone Made A Habit Of It.”
“Look, he’s not going to make it a week if you don’t do something about this,” said Karkat, exasperated.
“That May Be True. As Much As It Pains Me To Do This, I Will Help Out Mr. Makara”
She had known these trio from somewhere before. Perhaps before, when she had helped out at the orphanage, or when she was growing up, someplace else than the wanted posters plastered all over town. With a grim smile, she decided to be their secret auxiliatrix, and let them into the resting room to take some of the slime with them.
***
A few days later, a message from Mr. Pupa finally arrived. He had a new job for them, and he had a new place they could stay in the winter.
When Nepeta and Karkat described what had transpired that night, Gamzee had no recollection of what had happened. As always, he chalked it up to MiRaClEs.
I really liked this and it is now safely inserted into my headcannon.My Despised
The two sat across from each other at one of the massive tables that made up the Nitram Manor dining hall. He sat there in his finest tuxedo and top hat, she in a designer version of her Mindfang outfit that he had custom made for her and between them sat the individual that kept the two from launching across the table trying to kill each other.
"I was most, uh, disappointed when you stabbed me in the chest with my own family lance."
"And I'm really fucking distr8t that you didn't die."
"um, I can imagine. It's a good thing I keep a fully trained medical crew on hand."
Vriska clutched the steak knife in her hand and stared hatefully at the man on the other end of the table. The man who figured out her secret identity. The man who used her as a mole in the police station lest he let her secret slip to someone.
She wanted to stab him again. And again. And again.
Just as he wanted to do the same to her for something she did as Marquise Mindfang...no, it was her pirates that killed Aradia, she wasn't there on that raid. Not that she would have prevented it. She hated Aradia, hated how she was so popular with the other cops, hated that she was still more popular than Vriska was amongst them despite the fact that the bitch was dead and soul-sealed inside a robot.
She really hated that the dead bitch was the main motivation for the worst criminal in Alternia City, let alone the world, to seek her out and torment her mercilessly.
And there was nothing she could do about it. If she destroyed the robot somehow, her secret and her life would be forfeit. If she killed Tavros, the same would be true again.
But for now, the two sat across from each other eyeing each other with hatred. Hatred so intense that it was becoming something else.
And it was all due to the foul consort eyeing them both, a peacekeeper despite its history of killing and eating dozens in some fly-speck of a town up north, then escaping The Veil under its own power. She hated that one too.
Tavros raised his wine glass to Vriska and toasted her.
"To our hatred and to something, uh, I have to propose to you."
"What? What more do you want from me?"
"Um, Come down here and I'll tell you."
Vriska got up from her seat, slipping the knife into the folds of her dress and made her way down to Tavros. As she passed the salamander it turned and hissed at her, she stepped back in fear.
"Easy, uh, Von Salamancer, it's alright."
The salamander sat back down and continued to stare down Vriska as she walked up to Tavros.
She reached Tavros and kneeled down next to him so she was face to face with him. She wanted to bite his face, to tear his horns from his head and jab one down his throat and the other through the harness of his prosthesis legs. She clenched her teeth in anger and choked back a hiss.
"Wh8t. Do. You. Want. From. Me."
He turned to face her and smiled at her, that calculating smart-ass smile he wore whenever he was working out something in his mind.
"Um, I wish to propose an, uh, alliance."
"....Wh8t...."
He reached underneath his blanket and pulled out a small box. Her eyes widened and something roared with frustration in her mind as he opened it to reveal a diamond ring. A very expensive diamond...not that wasn't diamond...Before she or he could do anything else, her hand went for the knife and whipped it out toward's Tavros' face.
Only for her to stop a mere inch away from him because she felt something pressed against her throat. Something cold that chilled her soul, she could feel her blood being drawn toward whatever it was.
She looked down to see the consort was in between them. An ebony black blade was in its grasp and the knife tip was merely resting against her larnyx. She gulped and could feel the knife press slightly into her skin. The consort's eyes glowed with an evil light until Vriska dropped her steak knife in Tavros' lap and backed away from him.
"Good job Casey, I, uh, imagine that my medical team would not appreciate, uh, two calls in one night."
"hisssssssssss," Casey continued to stare Vriska down as she backed into a chair that was brought forward by the dining room waiting staff.
"I...I...I apologize for th8t..."
Tavros shook one of his hands and his head dismissively at her, making her blood boil yet again. But she stayed in the seat, even after the salamander put away the horrible blade and she could feel the blood in her throat resume its normal flow.
"No need for that Vriska Serket."
He rolled up to her and retrieved the box again. He picked up one of her hands in his free one.
"Once again, uh, I wish to propose an alliance."
"Grrrrrrrr....wh8t kind of alliance you piece of shit?"
He smiled at her, it was forced, she could tell by the way his eyes darted towards the salamander who had maneuvered so that it could be seen from the corner of their eyes.
"One in which we both, uh, benefit."
He took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. Vriska watched as Casey did something and Tavros' eyes glowed for a moment. What the hell was this consort doing? A bodyguard?
"The consort's here to prevent us, uh, from killing each other if you must know."
"How did you?"
"I've watched, uh, how you looked at it with fear and suspicion."
"I thought you wanted to kill me? Th8t's why you showed me all th8t stuff involving Aradia..."
He smiled as her patted her hand, which involuntarily clawed up as he did so.
"It was...it was...," he sighed and continued on, "But then I acquired the services of our friend, Casey Von Salamancer, and it showed me a different way to vent my rage and hatred towards you."
The salamander crossed its arms and smiled smugly at them.
"Do you, uh, know how Von Salamancer gathered its victims?"
"No, I didn't pay attention to anything from th8t 8ullshit involving Miss 8lind-8itch and her friends."
"Umm, you really should start paying attention to your, uh, surroundings. It may save your life one day."
"But anyways, our mutual friend used dark magic to manipulate, uh, people's dreams and imagination to put them in a state of vulnerability. I decided to use that ability to, uh, control my darker impulses."
Something truly malevolent flashed across Tavros' face and he glared with bloodlust in his eyes at Vriska.
"Including my urge to see you die in every possible way imaginable as I bathe in your blood and consume your entrails."
Vriska tried to pull back, but Tavros' grip on her hand tightened and prevented her from tumbling backwards. His face lightened up and he smiled at her like he was an innocent child.
"Don't worry, uh, Casey allowed me to sate those urges. Repeatedly."
"Th8t still doesn't explain wh8t you want from me."
"Patience, uh, my dear. I'm getting to that. You see, I used Casey to satisfy those urges. In fact, I satisfied them so often I found a new emotion rising whenever I was slipped into that wonderful dream realm."
Vriska eyed him suspiciously, "What kept the slimy thing from slitting your thro8t while you were asleep and doing us all a f8vor?"
"I provide a stable and, uh, reliable source of food and victims for Casey Von Salamancer."
The salamander laughed and smacked its lips.
"So wh8t was this new emotion you discovered?"
"Love."
Vriska's free hand slapped her mouth as she gasped.
"I found that I, uh, hated you with such intensity that it was warped and, uh, perverted into a mockery of love."
He patted her hand, "Needless to say, I was just as, uh, surprised as you are now. But it happened. My beast was satisfied by the dream realm and continues to be whenever it emerges, thus allowing me to think more clearly. And without that, uh, distraction, I found myself with a certain fondness for you."
He retrieved the hand that was at Vriska's mouth so he could clutch both of them.
"Vriska Serket, Marquise Spinneret of the Mindfang Pirates, will you marry me so that we can unite and control this city and crush all under our heel?"
"Why? Why are you doing this? Wh8t's in it for you?"
"Um, very little actually. But for you, there's so much to gain."
"Like wh8t?"
"You really need, uh, me to spell out the benefits for you in this deal?"
He smiled at her again, this time trying to put some sort of charm into it.
She thought about it and realized he was right, she had tons to gain from this. As Tavros Nitram, he was one of the richest and most powerful individuals in Alternia City, he commanded intense respect, he was rich. As Mr. Pupa, he was personally in charge of what had quickly become the most powerful gang in the city thanks to its ability to use the vast consort population in ingenious ways.
With the prestige from becoming Mrs. Tavros Nitram, she would be able to claw her way out of her dead-end dispatch position in the APD and actually command the respect she deserved. With the power from being married to Mr. Pupa, her pirates could do more than just bother shipping outside the city and occasionally make raids on lightly-guarded docks, both of which had started to become hard as the military took interest in her armada.
But what did he gain from this? What did Tavros Nitram/Mr. Pupa gain from being married to the woman he hated so much and wanted to torture in the horrifying ways he had described to her in loving details just mere hours before hand.
"I get to watch you, uh, writhe in agony as you are forced to ally with the individual you hate most in the city. Knowing that to kill him would mean the loss of everything, not just your life and reputation, but everything that you gained from marrying him would be lost."
He glared at her again.
"That will be enough for me. Especially since it means I gain access to your pirates for my own means and your treasure troves that are currently stashed in no less than eight locations in Dockside, The Narrows, Old Town, the Lost District and the Alternia Island Wilderness Area and contain what I believe are several powerful Skaian artifacts that you either, uh, have no idea are there or are completely unaware of their, uh, true potential."
Vriska's eyes widened as she realized how much Tavros knew about her group. Not even her current first mate, replacement of the one Mr. Pupa's crocodile messenger murdered and left in her house, knew of all those locations let alone what was in the ones he did know about. She then composed herself and looked at the ring he was offering her.
"If you are after those artif8cts, why are you using this one to propose to me? The great Marquise Spinneret."
Tavros barked out a quick laugh, so did the consort watching them.
"This one?"
"Yes, th8t one."
"Because it's a dud, it, uh, has no powers as far as anyone can, uh, tell."
Despite the voice she had screaming in the back of her skull saying that this was all a lie, she found herself believing him.
"Alright, I accept. For our alliance, it's not like I actually have to love you."
He slipped the ring on her finger...
And it felt wonderful, just like the man that was holding her hands. She was going to be so happy. She hugged him and found herself crying. Crying because she knew that not only she was gaining the prestige and riches of the Nitram Household and the gang of Mr. Pupa, she was gaining the love and respect of such a great man.
Deep inside her mind, Vriska knew she was just suckered. Tavros Nitram had just defeated her in the worst way possible. He made her love him and enslaved her to his will. Most of her mind would be his, but just enough was left for her to suffer.
He must have known this...as she pulled away from him and smiled with tears in her eyes at the man she now loved, he smiled at her.
That fucking bastard! He knew the powers of the ring! He knew it and he used it against her to gain control of everything she had!
The part of her mind that was aware of what was going on raged and sputtered as Tavros smiled at Vriska.
"You're mine."
These two together is a terrifying thought for Alternia City.
Also, I drew a thing:
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01-16-2011, 03:57 AM #1076
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A lot of great fics in the last few pages. Keep it up.
This just changed my head cannon for sober Gamzee. Originally Posted by zebtrestalala
I really liked this and it is now safely inserted into my headcannon. Originally Posted by Wigmund
These two together is a terrifying thought for Alternia City.
Also, I drew a thing:
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01-16-2011, 04:57 AM #1077Surprisingly, still not dead
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You got to look respectable when you're destroying the world.
I probably need to redo some of it. I think I may have screwed up a couple of rhymes. Originally Posted by mythmonster2
Just commenting or giving your thoughts is good. Critics would be cool. There's no rule that you have to contribute. At least as far as I know. Originally Posted by Vasch
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01-16-2011, 09:01 AM #1078Deathwatch Grand Master
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Dudes I think this is getting too far away from the Cops and Robbers theme and focusing too much on the superheroes and SEER.
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01-16-2011, 09:59 AM #1079Monk of Space
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Really? I don't see why this can't be about all of them. Why should this be only about the cops? There's really no point making yet another AU just for superhero stuff. ^^ Originally Posted by HarMegidon
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01-16-2011, 11:44 AM #1080NEVUR ENUF DAKKA
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And the cops are still the focus of many stories. Besides, it's pretty much evolved as it goes on, but if you want you can go back to the initiating Cops and Robbers theme you can at any time with art/fiction.
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01-16-2011, 01:06 PM #1081Watches you and hungers
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I'm going to do some Cops and Robbers style fics with "A Day in The Life of..." for Sollux, Terezi, Aradia, Equius, Kanaya, Vriska, Eridan (more Ampora Files) and the Karkat Gang (follow-ups to Cat Fight).
I just want to finish the DOOF Hard series first.
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01-16-2011, 02:06 PM #1082Surprisingly, still not dead
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The newest update has pretty much floored me on Homestuck for a while so I doubt im going to be getting any writing done. Ill try again next week.
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01-16-2011, 03:09 PM #1083Watches you and hungers
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DOOF Hard With A Vengeance
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01-16-2011, 03:30 PM #1084Monk of Space
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Woo! I'm really liking this fic, Wig. ^^
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That right there is absolute gold. I was giggling for about 10 mins after I'd finished reading this, because of that one line. Originally Posted by Wigmund
Really enjoying this! Keep it up!"Hey Nathan, do you want my conscience?"
"Sure. I can sell it on eBay."
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01-16-2011, 05:24 PM #1086Professional Duvet Thief
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It it terrible that once equius said about the genetic code thing, I thought he was going to saw the guys hand off so he could use the gun? xD
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01-16-2011, 09:35 PM #1087Certified Rainbow Drinker
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The picture I would have been done with sooner but I was too much of a lazy derp. You can tell I decided to be lazy at the end. :I;; It's Karkat taking a late night walk around the city.
AND I'm so sorry I never did that Dead-Eye (Terezi) title card thingy. I might end up not doing it so someone else can.
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01-17-2011, 01:10 AM #1088Witch of What
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Wigmund, how can one properly fangirl over those DOOF Hard fic titles? 'cause I'm loving the hell out of those. (I love Die Hard like you wouldn't believe)
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skfhsk, I so need to do another cop comic or something. I must try.
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01-17-2011, 01:53 AM #1089NEVUR ENUF DAKKA
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Bloody hell, the more and more I look at this the more and more I want to travel back an hour or two and kill my pastself. But here it is, the Don/Jade fic I talked about last page. Horrible OOCness, random switching of perspectives, and romantic suck be beneath this spoiler. Beware...
I'm Here
Agh, did Magpie have a color? I forgot. All right, back to something I'm not horribly ashamed of: Cal.
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01-17-2011, 03:26 AM #1090Surprisingly, still not dead
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Wow, that is pretty much exactly how I imagine Karkat in this AU, except sometimes he wears gray hoodies. Nice pic Originally Posted by IndieRainbow
The picture I would have been done with sooner but I was too much of a lazy derp. You can tell I decided to be lazy at the end. :I;; It's Karkat taking a late night walk around the city.
AND I'm so sorry I never did that Dead-Eye (Terezi) title card thingy. I might end up not doing it so someone else can.
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01-17-2011, 12:57 PM #1091Watches you and hungers
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@Deeum: Thanks
I'm having fun playing with the titles, I just wish there were more Die Hard flicks so I could continue it beyond the next chapter. Well, I could steal the maybe title of the next film they're talking about Die Hard 24/7... Oh yessss. There's gonna be more. I just wish there was a title for Die Hard 6.
Originally Posted by mythmonster2
Beautiful...I'm a fierce Jade/Karkat shipper, but I'm completely for Troll!Cops being Jade/Dave and Karkat/Nepeta.
And I like that you ran with the idea of primary paradox clone Don Strider dying much later in life...*sniff* Though bald and I'll assume blind?
Magpie's color is 82562e. It's a combination of Terezi and Jades, then combining that result with Dave's.
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01-17-2011, 01:55 PM #1092Corgi of Time
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oh hey this thread OMG IM SORRY FER BEIN ABSENT AJIAOFDJSIFJSODFISJ
i'll catch up with the 10 pages i missed i SWEAR
On that note since ive been gone fer so long it looks like everyone has a lot of established headcanon. I had some ideas i wanted to throw around but Im not sure if it'd be relevant at this point >.> I swear ill stop being lazy one day. Maybe. Gah.
You guy still wanna read my stuff Y/NThe corgis are always on to something. Always.
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01-17-2011, 02:04 PM #1093Surprisingly, still not dead
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yeah, it'd be cool.
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01-17-2011, 03:00 PM #1094Corgi of Time
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hmm okay here goes something
Man in White part 1
HURP DURP im a shitty writer XD
MORE TO COME maybe.Last edited by lakobie; 01-17-2011 at 03:03 PM.
The corgis are always on to something. Always.
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not bad
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01-17-2011, 04:34 PM #1096Artist of Dead
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Detective Eridian: Hard Boiled Education 1
Well, what do you think? I hope my characterization is well...
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01-17-2011, 05:05 PM #1097Watches you and hungers
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Live Free Or DOOF Hard
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01-17-2011, 05:42 PM #1098Monk of Space
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A five parter? Waaah! ;_;
Loved both of these two fics!
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01-17-2011, 06:44 PM #1099NEVUR ENUF DAKKA
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Oh no, Egbertman! Never seen those movies, except for one of them I think, but I'm still following this series eagerly.
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I'm gonna finish off the series tonight, because I won't have as much time in the future thanks to college.
DOOF Hard 24/7
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