MSPA Fanfiction IV

[Sionnan]

@Seraph- reVisions! Guardians ftw.

[sebastian]

My pleasure.

There's just one problem here: it doesn't specify that Dylan's around 12.

Yeah, I imagined them to be much younger, so that actually makes it worse?

It is mentioned in passing that Shula is at least 17, ("Shula took out a skirt that Kanaya had made for her 17th birthday") Dylan is about her age. So no much need to freak out (except maybe for the fact that a 16 years old Strider is was still virgin ).

[sebastian]

@seraph: Revisions

[SkaianRedeemer]

@kmsumrall: Great to see this update so soon after the last one! I didn't get a chance to mention but I loved your fiduspawn creations in part 3. But I think I have the right to hit you with this Jadesprite-swatting newspaper for "op-perch-tuna-ty", though. :P

[BPrinny]

What's the thread's policy on fan-characters?

[Decker]

What's the thread's policy on fan-characters?

I can't speak for any official rules, but they get used a LOT.

[Tenebrais]

You're absolutely fine to write about them but they're less likely to be read or commented on.

[BPrinny]

That's fine.

[Wigmund]

Another Troll!Cops fic crosslink: One For Sorrow. Beware, there's bloody Nepeta within.

except maybe for the fact that a 16 years old Strider is was still virgin

There's nothing wrong with that...It's not like he's 27...

[Kawa]

There's nothing wrong with that...It's not like he's 27...

The problem is that he's a Strider who was a virgin at 16 years old.

I myself am 27, and I sure feel like a virgin sometimes ._.

[lucidSeraph]

There's nothing wrong with that...It's not like he's 27...

The problem is that he's a Strider who was a virgin at 16 years old.

I myself am 27, and I sure feel like a virgin sometimes ._.

Bah, you'd be surprised. I'm 23, and everyone is pretty damn shocked that I'm still a virgin when they first meet me.

then they get to know me and the reason becomes obvious.

I mean honestly with a Strider, I'd actually not be surprised. He might actually be too aloof to allow anyone in his pants.

[Kassiopeia]

I mean honestly with a Strider, I'd actually not be surprised. He might actually be too aloof to allow anyone in his pants.

Yeah, I can absolutely see this, actually.

[Kawa]

With "a" Strider, perhaps. Even I can see it. But Dylan "takes after his mom", y'see?

[BPrinny]

Maybe Dylan was just being a virgin ironically.

[Kawa]

Well, not anymore! HAW HAW HAW!

[BPrinny]

...Maybe he only had sex ironically.

Maybe he's trying to out-irony his dad in every possible manner.







HOW DEEP DOES THIS GO

[flutterShy]

@kmsumrall: Great to see this update so soon after the last one! I didn't get a chance to mention but I loved your fiduspawn creations in part 3. But I think I have the right to hit you with this Jadesprite-swatting newspaper for "op-perch-tuna-ty", though. :P

Hey, that's one of my favorite fish puns!

[Kawa]

Layers upon layers of irony. With a layer of sassy troll and blanket on top.

[ToreaderTornado]

Dylan is the true master of irony. He has Vriska-level planning, Rose-level intelligence, and the ability to change his personality flawlessly.

Not one person, troll or otherwise, will not end up with a smuppet hidden somewhere by them by the time he is done.

Also Kawa when I said Blaise before I mean Felix :U Sorry.

[egregiousBass]

You cannot do it. You cannot finish the next Multidave chapter.

So here's some other AU thing instead.

HAHA yes! I love Red Jade and Blue Rose! Your interpretation is a bit different than the ones I've seen though (the AU Rose I usually play off of is a lot more cheerful sounding)

but well that's the beauty of AUs, everyone's got a different idea :3 I like this here.

Also Bass your avatar is ADORABLE jegus.

Yeah, I did end up making her more Lalonde-like than I intended. I figured she'd retain the analytical personality but without the flighty distantiation brought about by the passive agressive oneupmanship with her mother. Assuming that was even Mom's thing and not just Rose assuming bad faith as an inherent quirk.

I'd like to make a whole write-up about AU headcanon, but is this really the thread to discuss it?

And yes, this avatar is my favorite so far. It's by that same weird AU lady. Yours isn't so bad yourself.

@Barely underage sexual assault: Never mind then.

[lucidSeraph]

Yeah, I did end up making her more Lalonde-like than I intended. I figured she'd retain the analytical personality but without the flighty distantiation brought about by the passive agressive oneupmanship with her mother. Assuming that was even Mom's thing and not just Rose assuming bad faith as an inherent quirk.

The way I usually write her is that she's still analytical and verbose, but much more cheerful. She tends to use the shout poles in her writing! she's a bit sharper / less derptastic than canon John, but still pretty cute and silly at times, since Dad seems like he can be pretty goofy.

[Graven_Image]

And now it's time for mythical seriousness, with your host, Graven_Image.

How Death was Made

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The city grew.

In time, other cities were found, similar in scope and power. The knowledge given to the first city by the Creators (so called because they insisted they were not gods) was sown freely among the people of the world.

Around this time four more Creators made themselves manifest in the world, all in different cities.

In the first city, named Genesis, home to the Creators, arrived the Seer of Heart.

She was blind, and her shell was pale like a long-dead animal. But her voice was soft, and she was kind to all who spoke to her. She owed it, she said, to a sight beyond sight.

Her blindness was truly a gift. She saw others for their heart, and their beauty within was more stunning than anything in the real world. She tried to show others the way to see to the true beauty inside their heart, but she could not.

Only one woman, a lonely meanderer of the city, would undergo the blinding that true sight required. She followed the Seer for the rest of her years.

In another city, named London by the Creators, arrived the Rogue of Mind.

The Rogue was kin to the Seer, and had powers much like her own. However, he was deaf, and heard only the thoughts of those around him.

He would hear tell of sadness and despair among London's citizens, and would rather rudely attempt to fix them himself, unaware that everyone around him was listening. He grew very unpopular in London, and soon left when he could not bear the angry thoughts that pelted him from every direction.

In a city named Exodus arrived the Knight of Doom.

He was a monstrous being, boasting a thick blue shell pieced together with black metal and wielding a massive harvester's axe. He said his arrival heralded the end of a great era, an era which he repented of having to draw to a close.

Despite his apologies, the people of Exodus grew furious at his prophecies. They did not want to see their golden age end. A crowd drew around the Knight and forced him out of Exodus. He vowed never to return.

In a city named Berlin appeared the Thief of Life.

She walked without being seen, as is a thief's right. If anyone noticed her, she gave account of herself. But there was not yet such a thing as thievery in the world, and so she was left unmolested.

She left of her own accord from Berlin, making her way to Genesis. The Thief had a special thirst inside her, an addiction. Like her name suggested, she thirsted for life. She alone among the people of the world died by inches every day, and she alone feared it more than anything.

She sought out the King of Genesis, the oldest and wisest in the world. He allowed her into his courtroom, expecting a visit from a being to which he owed his life.

"Indeed you do," she told him, advancing on the throne. "And now it is time to repay your debt."

The Thief sougt victims with much life in them, to lessen the numbers of times she had to steal it. The King, being the eldest in the world, was first among her victims. Thus did the first death take place. The Thief's thirst was quenched, but at a terrible cost.

For with death must also come every other evil in the world.

[Katrika]

Um, just a fic I wrote for a series of What If... style fics for my rp.

This one is 'What If Jasmet died and was a robot after that specific attack you guys don't know anything about or need to know anything about?'

Endure

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I am numb.

I can’t feel textures anymore, just pressures. I can’t taste. Even if I could taste, I could not eat, and the food would just get stuck into my mouth. Funnily enough, I can smell, and obviously I can see and hear. Daurus says he’s working on improvements to my senses, but for me, there’s no rush.

I endure.

The hardest loss for me is of my power. It must have been, in the end, rooted in something in my body. No matter how hard I try, I can’t feel the stirrings of life within plants anymore, can’t talk to them and wear their bark like my skin and feel them.

But there aren’t many plants left after the battle, anyway, so I endure.

I think I scared Neemea when I woke. She treads on eggshells around me now. Still, it’s better then Vrigus, who looks at me guiltily when he thinks I don’t notice, or Serani, who won’t look at me at all or call me Jasmet.

He says Jasmet Pongal died 4 weeks ago. He is correct. I died, and it took Daurus’s knowlegde of robots and Orcuus’s knowlegde of souls to bring me back even like this, but I am back, and I endure.

He doesn’t really think I ever came back, although Orcuus reassured him that it was my soul in here. I think Orcuus was trying to reassure me, too, but it would be a little silly if I doubted myself.

I endure.

The greenhouse was almost totally wrecked in the attack, and the only surviver of the fire SHE set after I’d died was the ghost oak. It’s now a weak, charred thing, but I care for it as well as I can, in this body without my power. When I have free time, I draw.

I endure.

Why wouldn’t I endure? I’ve been through so much before this, and I endured that, too! I have my moirail, and my matesprit, and my friends, and I am damn well going to endure this and everything else life throws at us, and take my joy where I can find it.

I am Jasmet Pongal, and I am dead, and I am numb, and I am not going to lie down and take it.

I endure.

[sebastian]

@katrika: wow, Tavros should learn a thing or two from this guy.

[Katrika]

Girl. Jasmet Pongal is a girl.

And stubborn as hell, and not one for giving up, at all. In the course of the rp she'd been scarred, burned, had an arm amputated, lost all her hair, broke her other arm, broke her leg, got an concussion, and then got burned. Again.