MSPA Fanfiction IV

[sarasvati]

hey summergale, i like your crazygamzee story because i like crazygamzee. crazygamzee is the plot twist i have been waiting for.

Hehehee, it is a very you sort of twist, is it? I'd look forward to seeing what you might do with it.

haha oh man, how can i resist now?

sionnan: that was so good. the he-goat-song <-> tragedy <-> clowns connection was fabulous and honestly something i'd forgotten all about, thinking oh what would gamzee ever have to do with tragedy. WELL A LOT APPARENTLY. fabulous job.

moraic: totally on the boat with seraph on this one, the structure of the fic is like water. very well done.

[egregiousBass]

Note that the comedy also has its roots within the goat culture, but more prominently a parade in which everyone wore large prosthetic penises.

Sionnan, my expectations are set.

[sarasvati]

that puts the "gamzee wearing that giant bard quest codpiece" art into perspective.

[Thatoneguy]

Well, first time posting in this thread.
This came to me in a dream/nightmare.
Outside the Cycle

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In my dreams, I am playing the game again. There are lizards around me, spouting off nonsense and calling me by some strange name. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I hear a whisper. A tongue older than existence itself is whispering words into my ear from beyond time itself. It is outside the cycle. Then, I wake up. With countless eyes, I see all existences. With countless mouths, I whisper dark secrets in the ears of those fated to join me, though from my perspective, they're already here. I am outside the cycle. And within my countless arms, all existence is tangled.

Edit: Yes, it's horrorterrors. Not quite as long as I'd like it to be, but I just sorta had to post it somewhere and this looked like the proper place.

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Thatoneguy: Yup, this is the spot! Welcome to the thread! Or rather, welcome to the series of threads, of which this is the fourth and dying. Nine pages to go!

[Metaflare]

blah blah blah heres a fic

Courtstuck-9

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You stare at what has appeared on the alchemiter. You have followed all of Larry's instructions to the letter so far, but he had said that the last step was up to you.

The meteor looming above your office isn't helping any, either.

Behind you was Charleysprite, who has done nothing but be a nusaince.

A dark blue bench is in front of you, like the kind that you stand behind when you're defending those who can't defend themselves.

You have no idea what you're doing, but you decided to go with your instincts.

You slam your hands on the bench, and shout "OBJECTION!"

Open Pesterlog

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LM: ok good ur in
LM: ill pass ths bak 2 my pst self so u wont b confusd NEmor
LM: l8ter nick
LM: woah
LM: 2 of me!
LM: ths is proof of my amazingness
LM: othr me said ill talk 2 u l8ter so bye i guess
-- ladiesMan [LM] ceased pestering takeThat [TT] --

Open Spritelog

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MAYA: wait wait wait back up
MAYA: what was that about titles???
MIASPRITE: i don't really know much myself, but sburb is telling me that six chosen ones will enter the game and defeat the derse kingdom.
MIASPRITE: the knight of life, the heir of flame, the prince of space, the mage of time, the seer of truth, and the witch of breath.
MAYA: oh man this game is awwweeesome!
MAYA: which one am i?
MIASPRITE: i'm sorry, maya, but you have to figure that on your own as part of your quest.
MAYA: >:I

[Graven_Image]

Of course that's how PW gets in.

That's how PW does everything.

[Metaflare]

Would you believe me if I told you that Nick's entry item was the entire basis for this story?

[Wigmund]

So I'm just not in the writing mood either right now. We can go start a party in the corner, Wigmund. It'll have this wonderful touch of insanity, Unbirthday Style, as we soldier on trying to enjoy ourselves while Seraph enslaves the populace, laughing maniacally.

Woo-hoo party! Can we invite the nice gent with the top hat and his rabbit friend?

[Altum]

Gamzee fic


Tragedy

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See, there's this thing about clowns. He's always liked them, chill motherfuckers, don't be carin' bout who's got their hate on for their antics and such. How they can just roll with it even though they're all bathin' in the blood of innocents and still kinda give it a chuckle. Or a laugh. Or a full on motherfucking cackle; you know, whatever gets your glad on.

Every once in a while, he'll do a random web crawling about them. Hoarding pictures and video clips and tagging websites for later; that is, when his think pan's ordered enough to let him do all that without blanking out and left staring at the bright colors whirling across his screen.

One time, on a server outside Alternia, though he had no idea how he got there, or why he bothered to read the plain black text on the plain white page, shit wasn't eye catching at all, he found something that quietly embedded itself in his brain. It would arise periodically later, arresting him. It always brought about the rare moments of totally lucid thought in his jumbled brain, although they were quickly forgotten.

The text explained the use of clowns during the "medieval" phase of that world's timeline. He had no idea what that meant, but whatever, he'd keep reading past his bottle as he lifted the Faygo to take a swig. Apparently, clowns to these motherfuckers weren't so different for motherfuckers on Alternia. Back in the day, they were supposed to be demons, representations or minions of Satan, whoever the fuck that was. Clowns were given face paint to distort the wearer's features into a demonic grimace, and colorful garbs to show that they were creatures of sin. Bad motherfuckers, in other words, in both senses. Apparently, they were used in "miracle plays" (something that totally delighted Gamzee, fuck yeah miracle plays!)- as tumblers in between acts to keep the audience hanging around. Funny that even though those religion-going motherfuckers were there to be all righteous and shit, what they really wanted to see was some deranged motherfuckers getting their mad tumbling on.

Maybe the miracle in those plays wasn't all that silly shit about some big invisible dude curing the blind and shit. Maybe it was that it wasn't the play that made people listen and stay, and eventually think. It was the clowns, man. Everybody's fixated by the grotesque, especially the grotesque that reminds them of themselves. Motherfucking miracles, man.

Another time, he blindly stumbled on a half-corrupted website explaining shit like comedy and tragedy and stuff. The thing that people didn't get about clowns is that they weren't always about the mad laughs. Gamzee always favored the clowns that seemed steeped in the crazy tragic. Clowns with big, sharp grins and weeping eyes.

At any rate, he skipped to the tragedy, and felt a frisson. Maybe divine inspiration or something, a small miracle.

Tragedy stretched way back, back even before motherfuckers gawped at clowns during miracle plays. It started with some culture that called dramatic, sad shit tragedy. But that wasn't it- broken down, what the word actually meant was what cleared the puddles of noxious slime from his mind.

Tragedy was really actually two words: tragios and odia.

Goat song.

Yes! This is exactly why I had Bacchus/Dionysius as Gamzee's Denizen.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Of course! We should also invite my friend the dormouse. ...Well, okay, I don't actually know who he is, but he's passed out in the Earl Grey and I think it would be rude to make him leave.

@Metaflare: I believe it! And you gave him a Charleysprite!! I was half-expecting a (step)ladder sprite, but I applaud your obscurity for you have defeated me without confusing me.

[Metaflare]

I thought of a step ladder at first, but then i realised that there is no ladders in nick's office

...Wait is it charley or charlie?

[SkaianRedeemer]

Wow, look at that, I didn't even realize that was how I typed it. All the same, Ace Attorney wiki says "Charley". I dunno, I'm lost without Court Records, too.

[Nexev]

Ummm, just had this idea.

1Die12 NERD PUN LOL!

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The great rouge Spiderfang nimbly dodges the orcs blow. She stabs him in the back while he is unguarded.

(Yessssssss another crit, I am just the greatest at this game!!!!!!!!)

Grumpton Smith the noble warrior manages to succesfully slay his orc, it crumples into a dead heap. Grumpton begins to speak.

"VRISKA! STOP FUCKING LOADING YOUR DICE, I SWEAR TO GOG CAN'T YOU STOP CHEATING FOR ONCE IN THIS BLOODY CAMPAIGN?"
(Karkat! Your getting out of chaaaaaaaarcter! ::
(NO FUCK THIS GAME, AND FUCK YOU. THE LEADER IS OFFICALLY CALLING A FUCKING TIME OUT!)

Death sighed and nodded, the game was put on hiatus for the moment.

Karkat in all his golden pajama splendor, turned to Vriska, his face red with anger.

"JUST WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF ON BY RESORTING TO FUCKING CHEATING IN DND? JEGUS FUCK WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOOBSUCKERS TALK ME INTO THIS SHITTY GAME ANYWAY? THIS IS A HUMAN PIECE OF SHIT AND THE MERE FACT THAT I HAVE TO PLAY THIS SHIT IS- OW!"

Tezeri, in similar golden splendor, chuckled as Karkat rubbed his head from Tezeri's canedrubbing of justice. "H3H3H3 C4LM DOWN K4RKL3S, 4S D3L1COUS TO MY NONSTR1LS YOUR CH3RRY BLUSH 1S W3 H4V3 TO WORK 4S 4 T34M. OTH3RWIS3 D4RK LORD L3MONSNOUT WOULD WIN."

Karkat had a few thoughts on where Tezeri could shove her teamwork but thought better of voicing them.

He would never say it, but playing this stupid human game was not exactly actually not really that bad.

At least it was better then what his live self was doing.

"Seriously, can someone explain to me wwhy the fuck am I being so stupid ovver there?" Eridan bemoaned as he nursed the large headache his living self gave him.

Death, deciding that watching what was going on now was not the best thing for group camraderie, turned off the 36 inch PLATINUM LIVESCREEN that was showing the current events among the land of the living.

One of the newer arrivals, some annoying cool asshole with ridiculously pointy shades gave a slight ironic smile at the sight of the young trolls squabbling.

Death then felt his left sleeve get tugged and one of the even more recent arrivals grinned at him holding a few pieces of paper. "Mister Death. We finaly finished our carpaters! Can we play now?" The young princess asked.

Death looked the sheets over, and gave a nod.

With an --EXCITIED squel, Feferi ran over to join her dreamself, who was also glubbing her excitement. Kanaya was allot more reserve when joining her dreamself.

Watching over all of them Death shed a single tear of liquid black.

But for once, it was not of sorrow.

Yeah, I have no idea why I wrote it either.

[Tybian Sothoth]

X

[Twigwise]

All this creepy!gamzee is making me happy, guys! Do you mind if I share what I wrote kind of like this from New Years Eve oh wait here you go anyways (Changed a little in light of the updates)

Resolutions

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Oh No, NoT rIgHt NoW...

The buzz was fading quickly at this point, Sopor seeping from every nook of the clown's thinkpan. It had started as a small headache, and then more lethargy than normal, but Gamzee had written it off as an effect of not enough time in the horn pile. But after a full hour chillin' with the tanglebuddies in the sky, and the feelings not even budging, Gamzee realized that it might be something else. He should have realized it when he had a hard time finding a pie a few hours before.

cOmE oN lItTlE mOtHeRfUcKeR nOwS nOt ThE tImE tO bE sHy...

He finally abandoned the notion of waiting for his modus to spit out a pie as usual and instead went straight to searching the cards. He knew he was coming off the sopor for real now, as he actually thought of that as a viable possibility. And then Gamzee winced, realizing he had used "viable" in an internal monologue.

ShIt ShIt ShIt ShIt WhErE's AlL tHe PiEs...

And then the quasi-royal gave up on searching, the pressure in the back of his head growing. He grabbed a sylladex card straight out of his modus and forced an eject of all items.

ClUbS, cLoThEs, SoMe Of ThOsE rOcKiN jUgGaLo PoStErS, wIcKeD eLiXeR...

Not many items came out from the eject, merely some spare weapons, black god-robes, and some Faygo. Gamzee's face twisted into terror, an expression not seen on his face for almost his whole life.

oH gOg No He CaN't CoMe OuT aGaIn WhErE tHe FuCk Is ThE sOpOr?

But there wasn't any sopor left, and Gamzee knew that. He just backed into a corner, hidden away in the bottom level of the lab, where he had come when he realized the buzz was wearing off. He wasn't chill anymore. He didn't think he'd be chill again for a very long time. Last time this had happened he woke up and all of the other trolls in his lawnring group were dead, their blue and indigo blood painted up and down his walls. And this time it would be worse, because there were so many more colors...

ThIs RaInBoW iSn'T fUcKiN' mIrAcUlOuS aT aLl MaN...

HEHEHEHEHEEHEHEH......
gamzee, how could you fuckin' say that, bro?
IT'S THE MOST MIRACULOUS THING YOU'RE EVER GONNA SEE, MOTHERFUCKER...

nO! gEt ThE fUcK oUt Of My HeAd MoThErFuCkEr! YoU aInT aNy FuCkIn ThInG i WaNnA sEe EvEr AgAiN!!!

hahahahahaha...
FUNNY YOU SHOULD SAY THAT, MY BODY-SNATCHIN' BRO.
haven't i mentioned that you don't ever try and push me fuckin' out?
MOTHERFUCKER, THIS IS MY GODDAMN BODY!
it's whatever i want it to be. you've never been an obstacle to my quest, man.
BUT YOU DID MAKE ME REALLY MOTHERFUCKIN ANGRY WITH THAT FUCKIN SOPOR SHIT, MAN.
its okay though.
ITS ALL PUSHING UP FUCKIN FLOWERS.
cuz now i'm just gonna go and whip up some miracles for your friends...

Gamzee was pressed flush into the corner at this point, shaking and trying to force the malicious voice out of his head. The pressure from the other entity was growing, pressing, pushing and compressing him into a tight ball, and he clutched his horns and pulled at his hair and cried, just wishing he would go away.

CaRmInE, jUsT fUcKiN gO aWaY. tHaTs ThE bIgGeSt MoThErFuCkIn MiRaClE yOu CoUlD eVeR pUlL oFf!

A pulse of disgust from the ever-more tangible presence.

CAN'T GET RID OF YOURSELF, MOTHERFUCKER.

No! YoU aReNt FuCkIn Me, CuZ iM mE, yOu FuCkIn PsYcHo!

honk.

The world was starting to go black around the edges of Gamzee's vision as he desperately tried to hang onto control.

HONK.

Pain through his skull, Gamzee clawed at his face, hoping the sensation would keep him in control. He broke through the skin but didn't even notice the indigo blood trickling down his face.

honk.
HONK.

nOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnOnO....

honk.
COME ON FUCKER, SAY IT WITH ME!
honk
HONK
honk
HONK
it's so much motherfuckin fun, bro.
HONK honk
HONK
honk
HONK
honk HONK
let me out gamzee.
I'M IN CONTROL NOW
stop being a motherfuckin idiot
GIVE UP
give up
GIVE UP
honk
HONK
honk
HONK

The yelling of the other mind was becoming too much for Gamzee to bear.

StOp! StOp! JuSt GiVe It A mOtHeRfUcKiN rEsT aNd St-


sweet fuckin dreams, my twisted miracle mister.



A mind, forced shut. A train of thought, unfinished.

In the depths of the meteor, a familiar figure stands up once again. It's now steady, with clear eyes, and a smile that could scare even the most hardened killer. A hand raises to a painted and bloodied face. After some consideration of the indigo covering, the hand stays it's movement, and instead a juggling club appears in it.

A fanged smirk widens.

"AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE MOTHERFUCKIN MIRACLES TO START... gonna be a fuckin' rainbow all the way across skaia..."

The lanky figure sashays off, the only hint of his presence on the hunt the Faygo left on the floor, and the maniacal honking echoing around the halls...

A/N

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Gog I'm not good at this at all. Yeah, I wrote this on New Years Day after that update but didn't share it then, but it fits into what's going on now I guess. I had posted a picture kind of related to this before on the art thread but couldn't remember that I named Gamzee's alter Carmine. I don't know why. Carmine just seems like a nice, evil name.

Okay I don't know how to write clowns and I'm not the best at writing scizo/mpd so I'm running off now guys.

[NotAPumpkin]

Whoa, no, get yo' ass back here. I enjoyed that!

[Embargo]

Void - Preceded this.

Equilibrium

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The depravity of insanity is what I avoid. I must not succumb as the Heir to the Void.

Space... a cold, desolate celestial expanse with no end.

You can look out into the void that is space and see everything that never was, and the nothings that could've been, and the something's in between. Most of what you see is mindless, pointless drivel and yet it's all significant in its own way.

Each and every empty space is filled is as vibrant as the most populous garden world. Even in the most inhabitable of vaccums, life thrives and flourishes. Even as the lights go off one by one, new ones are bursting to life. Light and Dark, Life and Death, there must exist a balance. The spark of life can never be extinguished, nor can the onset of death be stopped. All paths lead to the Ultimate Truth which can never truly be understood by the mortal mind. You try explain all of this to your morail, an unsettling calmness set in your features.

Nepeta just calls you silly and slinks off into the darkness.

She can be frustrating to talk to sometimes, which only fuels your freakish rage-inspiration. Many have told you how different you and your morail act from each other. Though, you two have more in common than most would actually suspect. Nepeta is far stronger than she looks. Her baggy overcoat and puffy fursuits hide her impressive musculature, muscles lean and wiry from years of hunting only the most vicious of beasts in the wilds of Alternia. Her playful nature obscures her ability to be absolutely, horrifyingly bloodthirsty whenever she wants. Few have ever seen that side of Nepeta, a side you are all too familiar with.

But what is most common between you two is your love of the dark. Nepeta enjoys hunting in total darkness, using it as a shroud to assist her in the hunt. No one can quite pounce as skillfully, and as cutely, as her. She is simply the best there is. You however, appreciate the dark as a quiet sanctuary. Many of the others have pointed out your penchant to "be the creepy guy standing in the corner of the room. Watching.". It's cool though. You're okay with that.

You've learned how to quell your sudden spikes in rage and adrenaline with meditation, slam-poetry, and, most importantly, towels. In fact, you're calmer than you've ever been before. All those moments where you would descend into madness and begin destroying whatever you could grab in your hands seem so far away now. Your body and mind have reached a sense of balance and Zen-like tranquility that you've never known before. You've spent hours, maybe days, contemplating the events that have transpired ever since you first starting playing. You've spent even more time contemplating the future of your session.

There were, and are, things that happened, still happen, and will happen to you and your friends that are absolutely essential to the success of your mission. You were destined to have your rank, wealth, and power stripped of you. You were destined to fail at every attempt at romance except for that which you share with Nepeta. You were destined to save your morail at the cost of your own life.

You were destined to use your powers to gaze into the void and search all of space to find the Green Sun. Then you would play your part to help the humans destroy it. No one would ever know of your involvement. No one would celebrate your efforts to defeat the demon at your doorstep. Your very name would fall into oblivion along with everything you've ever done and everything you've ever stood for. But its okay. Really, you're fine. You can't think of anything else you'd be more okay with. Its your destiny, after all.

The truth I've eclipsed, my very name I've destroyed. Watch me ascend as the Heir to the Void.

[lantadyme]

Here's something that has nothing to do with current updates.

What They Say: A Feferi Tale

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Just kidding, it's on AO3. Mostly because I don't want to wrap my head around reformatting it for the third time. XD

[Twigwise]

Void - Preceded this.

Equilibrium

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The depravity of insanity is what I avoid. I must not succumb as the Heir to the Void.

Space... a cold, desolate celestial expanse with no end.

You can look out into the void that is space and see everything that never was, and the nothings that could've been, and the something's in between. Most of what you see is mindless, pointless drivel and yet it's all significant in its own way.

Each and every empty space is filled is as vibrant as the most populous garden world. Even in the most inhabitable of vaccums, life thrives and flourishes. Even as the lights go off one by one, new ones are bursting to life. Light and Dark, Life and Death, there must exist a balance. The spark of life can never be extinguished, nor can the onset of death be stopped. All paths lead to the Ultimate Truth which can never truly be understood by the mortal mind. You try explain all of this to your morail, an unsettling calmness set in your features.

Nepeta just calls you silly and slinks off into the darkness.

She can be frustrating to talk to sometimes, which only fuels your freakish rage-inspiration. Many have told you how different you and your morail act from each other. Though, you two have more in common than most would actually suspect. Nepeta is far stronger than she looks. Her baggy overcoat and puffy fursuits hide her impressive musculature, muscles lean and wiry from years of hunting only the most vicious of beasts in the wilds of Alternia. Her playful nature obscures her ability to be absolutely, horrifyingly bloodthirsty whenever she wants. Few have ever seen that side of Nepeta, a side you are all too familiar with.

But what is most common between you two is your love of the dark. Nepeta enjoys hunting in total darkness, using it as a shroud to assist her in the hunt. No one can quite pounce as skillfully, and as cutely, as her. She is simply the best there is. You however, appreciate the dark as a quiet sanctuary. Many of the others have pointed out your penchant to "be the creepy guy standing in the corner of the room. Watching.". It's cool though. You're okay with that.

You've learned how to quell your sudden spikes in rage and adrenaline with meditation, slam-poetry, and, most importantly, towels. In fact, you're calmer than you've ever been before. All those moments where you would descend into madness and begin destroying whatever you could grab in your hands seem so far away now. Your body and mind have reached a sense of balance and Zen-like tranquility that you've never known before. You've spent hours, maybe days, contemplating the events that have transpired ever since you first starting playing. You've spent even more time contemplating the future of your session.

There were, and are, things that happened, still happen, and will happen to you and your friends that are absolutely essential to the success of your mission. You were destined to have your rank, wealth, and power stripped of you. You were destined to fail at every attempt at romance except for that which you share with Nepeta. You were destined to save your morail at the cost of your own life.

You were destined to use your powers to gaze into the void and search all of space to find the Green Sun. Then you would play your part to help the humans destroy it. No one would ever know of your involvement. No one would celebrate your efforts to defeat the demon at your doorstep. Your very name would fall into oblivion along with everything you've ever done and everything you've ever stood for. But its okay. Really, you're fine. You can't think of anything else you'd be more okay with. Its your destiny, after all.

The truth I've eclipsed, my very name I've destroyed. Watch me ascend as the Heir to the Void.

You just made Equius the most chill guy in the room. Dave can go sit in a corner.

@NotAPumpkin okay but I don't have any fic right now :I
( Thank you~~)

[Decker]

Here's something that has nothing to do with current updates.

What They Say: A Feferi Tale

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Just kidding, it's on AO3. Mostly because I don't want to wrap my head around reformatting it for the third time. XD

Haven't seen anything from you yet that I don't like.

[Embargo]

Void - Preceded this.

Equilibrium

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The depravity of insanity is what I avoid. I must not succumb as the Heir to the Void.

Space... a cold, desolate celestial expanse with no end.

You can look out into the void that is space and see everything that never was, and the nothings that could've been, and the something's in between. Most of what you see is mindless, pointless drivel and yet it's all significant in its own way.

Each and every empty space is filled is as vibrant as the most populous garden world. Even in the most inhabitable of vaccums, life thrives and flourishes. Even as the lights go off one by one, new ones are bursting to life. Light and Dark, Life and Death, there must exist a balance. The spark of life can never be extinguished, nor can the onset of death be stopped. All paths lead to the Ultimate Truth which can never truly be understood by the mortal mind. You try explain all of this to your morail, an unsettling calmness set in your features.

Nepeta just calls you silly and slinks off into the darkness.

She can be frustrating to talk to sometimes, which only fuels your freakish rage-inspiration. Many have told you how different you and your morail act from each other. Though, you two have more in common than most would actually suspect. Nepeta is far stronger than she looks. Her baggy overcoat and puffy fursuits hide her impressive musculature, muscles lean and wiry from years of hunting only the most vicious of beasts in the wilds of Alternia. Her playful nature obscures her ability to be absolutely, horrifyingly bloodthirsty whenever she wants. Few have ever seen that side of Nepeta, a side you are all too familiar with.

But what is most common between you two is your love of the dark. Nepeta enjoys hunting in total darkness, using it as a shroud to assist her in the hunt. No one can quite pounce as skillfully, and as cutely, as her. She is simply the best there is. You however, appreciate the dark as a quiet sanctuary. Many of the others have pointed out your penchant to "be the creepy guy standing in the corner of the room. Watching.". It's cool though. You're okay with that.

You've learned how to quell your sudden spikes in rage and adrenaline with meditation, slam-poetry, and, most importantly, towels. In fact, you're calmer than you've ever been before. All those moments where you would descend into madness and begin destroying whatever you could grab in your hands seem so far away now. Your body and mind have reached a sense of balance and Zen-like tranquility that you've never known before. You've spent hours, maybe days, contemplating the events that have transpired ever since you first starting playing. You've spent even more time contemplating the future of your session.

There were, and are, things that happened, still happen, and will happen to you and your friends that are absolutely essential to the success of your mission. You were destined to have your rank, wealth, and power stripped of you. You were destined to fail at every attempt at romance except for that which you share with Nepeta. You were destined to save your morail at the cost of your own life.

You were destined to use your powers to gaze into the void and search all of space to find the Green Sun. Then you would play your part to help the humans destroy it. No one would ever know of your involvement. No one would celebrate your efforts to defeat the demon at your doorstep. Your very name would fall into oblivion along with everything you've ever done and everything you've ever stood for. But its okay. Really, you're fine. You can't think of anything else you'd be more okay with. Its your destiny, after all.

The truth I've eclipsed, my very name I've destroyed. Watch me ascend as the Heir to the Void.

You just made Equius the most chill guy in the room. Dave can go sit in a corner.

@NotAPumpkin okay but I don't have any fic right now :I
( Thank you~~)

Yeah, the idea is that Equius slowly begins to embody an endless space, or a void, while also being defined by the stuff going on around him. Like his rap-off with Dave. Or his time with soulbot!Aradia. Or even just sitting around in the dark, watching. Though I'm sure the effect is lessened by my fail writing.

[Metaflare]

Here's something that has nothing to do with current updates.

What They Say: A Feferi Tale

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Just kidding, it's on AO3. Mostly because I don't want to wrap my head around reformatting it for the third time. XD

will you marry me
this is the most amazing thing

[Katrika]

Memorium

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She raised the chainsaw, ready to make the first cut.

He raised the lance, ready to make his first stand.

Her lusus had raised her, loved her, supported her and made her strong.

Vriska had teased him, mocked him, meddled with him and tore him down.

That should have made it harder. Somehow, it made it easier.

That should have made it harder. Somehow, it made it easier.

Her lusus had loved her, and she had loved her lusus, and that was why she had to do this, that was why she had to carve into the flesh of a virgin mother grub and get the matriorb. Later, someone would point out the symmetry of it all, a mother grub raising a troll, who in turn would raise a mother grub. It made her smile. She liked symmetry.

She had teased him, yes, but he could bear that. Throw everything at him, weigh him down, make him fall so he’d never rise on his own two legs again. He could take that. It was when he learned what else she did that he snapped. Messing with Jade? Creating the demon? It made him…angry. He didn’t like being angry.

Jade green blood dribbled down her arm and caught the light of the sun as she hoisted it upward. The matriorb was the hope for her species, but it was more then that to her. It was her hope that there would BE a future. It was all she could take with her of her lusus. She hoped she could be as good a custodian as her lusus was.

Mud brown blood dribbled down her arm and caught the light of the glowbulbs as she hoisted them upward. His legs. She was seriously taunting him with his own FUCKING legs. He couldn’t hold back anymore. She’d offered him one free shot. He used it.

It was time.

It was time.

It was time to plant the seed of the new future. It was time to remember her lusus in the best way.

It was time to show her that she was done screwing everyone over. It was time to make her pay.

She stumbled as Eridan appeared, giving her one cold glance before moving on.

He stumbled as she slapped him, giving him one cold glance before impaling him with his own lance.

She screamed as the matriorb shattered.

He screamed as he fell.

She raised her chainsaw, ready to end it.

He raised his hand, not ready to die.

It was over.

It was over.

All but Death, can be Adjusted—
Dynasties repaired—
Systems—settled in their Sockets—
Citadels—dissolved—

Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors
By Succeeding Springs—
Death—unto itself—Exception—
Is exempt from Change—

-Emily Dickinson

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.

-Emily Dickinson

[mythmonster2]

That... was incredible. Are the two quotes at the end properly attributed or are they based off the kids screwing up the quotes?