MSPA Fanfiction IV

[KarneWarrior]

Split

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The Weaver sits alone in his office, tying together strings of fate and destination, harted, jealousy, love, compassion. He Waves out a story in the cloth, a tapestry growing larger by the second as he quickly Weaves through.

I open the door a crack and ask to come in. The Weaver, absorbed by his work, grunts for me to come in. I take a seat on the stoll next to him, watching him knit together another story. I can see it, all of it, until the point still being woven. It's about children, many children, and it's premise is six parts humor, three parts action...

...And one part death.

"Weaver," I ask him, "you have not yet used all of her thread. How can she be dead but still touch the story?"

And he replies; "she does not."

I mull that over for a small while, watching him weave, slower and slower. He sets the cloth aside and picks up the string, a jade green color, and longer than a dead character would acount for.

"Tell me what you see in this," he says, holding up the string for me to observe.

"I see her... I cannot tell. She is both dead and not. Weaver, how can this be?"

"Sometimes, a story does not form a perfect line. Sometimes, when a character dies, and he or she still has thread left, the answer is already there." He lifts a pair of scissors and positions them.

"Sometimes, when somebody dies who is still needed, you need to split the thread." he tightened his grip on the scissors, and they split the thread down the middle...

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Kanaya's dreamself gasped. A heart, too long resigned to death, stuttered to pump jade blood. The shimmering, congealing trail was sucked in to the newly living body, slithering like a snake through the void.

Kanaya opened her eyes, and observed the rubble. Golden blocks drifted aimlessly around, slowly orbiting the spot where Prospit once was. A few were still alight in green flame from the explosion, with neon tendrils like a plague through the broken gold. Spatters of the others blood stood out on the gold like a dark rainbow. Even some candy red. Someone must have founght back against Jack.

Kanaya realized her leg was gone. She noticed not because it hurt; her whole body ached. Thinking dully about how morbidly comedic it looked, she plucked her own leg from the space beside her, and then just cradled it. She looked down slowly, as not to send herself into a spin. She still had the other one. Attached.

Good. She was going to need every limb she could get.

She set out amongst the rubble, pushing off with her free arm and with the hand holding her leg. Sometimes she used the severed limb as a sort of reacher, pushing off against the floating bricks. She moved slowly, not wanting to go into a spin and lose more blood than she had too. She just got it back, after all.

Something in the gold grunted. A bright yellow streak flew past her, barely missing her head. She peered around the nearest brick.

Equius' dreamself sifted through the destruction, a bag of usable parts of Prospitan tech next to him. He tossed another brick and it rocketed off, propelled by his immense strength.

Kanaya called out to him, but in the odd world of SGrub, sound wouldn't carry unless you were in proximity to a planet. Since Prospit was no more, Kanaya wasn't near enough to a large mass to get Equius to hear her, not from there. She would have to get close enough to touch him.

She stepped out from behind her obscuring bit of rubble. Equius snapped his head around to look at her, but only succeeded in sending himself into a massive horizontal spin from the sheer force.

A couple minutes afterward, after he had squirmed out of the spin, him and Kanaya found a rock large enough to count as a celestail body and were talking.

"We Should Try To Make A New One. You Have The Parts Right Here."

"D --> What I do not have is the time, nor the equipment needed for such a delicate proceedure."

"But You Can Do It, Correct?"

"D --> Yes. But you will need to get back to the meteor, so that my waking self can aquire the t001s neccassary for the constru%on."

"Thank You Equius. I Will Make My Way Back As Soon As Possible."

"D --> Good."

"And If You See Ampora, Do Not Confront Him. He's On A Murderous Rampage And Your Strength Will Not Help You Against Him."

"D --> If I have the chance, I will avoid 100rd Ampora. But I will not go against him if he orders me to."

"He Won't. Most Likely He Will Just Kill You."

"D --> Goddbye, Maryam."

"Farewell, Equius."

Kanaya headed home.

[Kerensky287]

Thanks for the review, Kerensky! I was waiting for you to get to it!

I do have an ending in mind for the Denizen fic but I'm honestly still considering how to incorporate the recent reveals. It was originally a story about how Gamzee derped his way through the fight but now I dunno.

No problem, I enjoyed it! Sorry it took so long.

Gamzee can still totally derp through the fight - "What it is, bitchtits" isn't really an enraged battlecry - for a variety of reasons, and though my canon-obsessed subconscious is still begging for an ending like "BUT HE WAS REALLY ANGRY AND JUST HIDING IT", it's outright stated in Karkat's recent "warning memo" (as I just checked) that nobody expected the flipout against the Black King. In fact, it'd probably be BETTER for him to derp through the fight because if he's lucid for even a moment, Karkat might get suspicious.

But I'm not here to tell anybody how to write. If I do tell anybody how to write, then you are well within your rights to ignore it. I'm not some all-knowing writing god. 90% of what I write in the comments are opinions, and the remaining 10% are just things that bug me personally. So in a way they're also opinions. I guess my point is I'm the worst critic known to man.

Or was it just a one-sided bit of aggression?

Yes.
Sorry I Thought It Was Obvious

(you don't want to read Some Kind Of Monster then)

I think I'm going to compile your compile of reviews when you're done. Your magnanimity is astounding.

Once I looked up the meaning of the word magnanimity, I was very flattered. Thank you! To be honest I'm doing this for entirely selfish reasons (I actually want to try writing as a career, and I know that I don't have enough experience to write effectively, so I see what works and doesn't work for other people while I practice with the occasional quickfic) but it's good to know that there are people other than me who actually give a damn that this is going on. Thanks again!

And yeah, I'll probably read Some Kind of Monster anyway. Please please please don't be offended if I say negative stuff about what you write (anybody, not just you eB), in that particular case keep in mind that I was probably hot off the trail of one of Sionnan's supersaccarine strider stories, and suddenly having the pair at odds - fucking BEYOND at odds - was a little uncomfortable. I'm gonna read Some Kind of Monster after this because I know I won't have time to read anything else afterward, so when I do get at the critiquing, I'll be able to fall back on my initial impressions somewhat.

And if I STILL don't like it... well, it's not your fault. I know you're a good writer because I've read your other stuff, and even when I don't like your stuff it isn't because of any mechanics; we probably just have different taste in characterization, or the best way to make a story compelling.

EDIT: Oh, THAT'S the one you removed. Can you PM it to me anyway? If somebody passed it over thinking it was too much work to access, I might be able to indicate whether or not it'd be worth the effort for somebody else.

[DJ-P0N3]

Bluh
I am bored and doing a lot today.
So here
have this.

Daddy's little angel

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"You Have To Do This Daddy Scratch. I Have Already Lived Longer Than I Should Have."

He turns away from her, his heart is sinking. He still sees her as his daughter; he just can't bring himself to accept this timeline, no matter how hard he tries.

"What Are You Waiting For? Do It. Kill Me." Kanaya begs, tears in her eyes.

Scratch shakes his head, he places his hands firmly on his head and tries to wrap his mind around this. It's wrong, all of this is wrong. It hurts, his heart hurts.

"Do It." She steps closer to Scratch and looks him in the face, her innocence overwhelms him. Brings him to tears, if he could cry that is.

"No...I can not do it...I.."

Kanaya slaps him across the face and begins sobbing profusely. She shouts at the top of her lungs, scratching her voice.

"DO IIIIIIIIIT!"

With a whimper and a broken heart Scratch kills Kanaya with the power of the green sun. He falls to his knees in anguish. It was the right thing to do, it had to be done. Right?

Right?

Author's notes

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Just a thought of a 'what-if' she was revived and tried to bring back the troll species, I figured it would be a hiccup in time, ultimately leading back to the alpha timeline, so.
Yeah.
I need to get more shit to do.

[lucidSeraph]

Just a little thing that cropped up in my head this morning.

Facing Their Foe

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Aradia was still reeling from the effort it took to halt time around Jack, and she knew it wouldn't last. It was like trying to hold a handful of sand. No matter how tightly you grasped, power slowly leaked out. Jack was a god, and wouldn't be stopped so easily.
And she only trapped his body. He could still hear his voice in the back of her head even as she flew across the medium, harsh and scratching.
“You only delay your fates. You can not stop me.”
“Maybe.”
“I will find your friends. There are only so many places they can hide.”
“Maybe.”
“So flippant about your own deaths.”
“So trolls are.”
Aradia was getting impatient. She had things to do, and even though she had all the time in the world now, she would rather start sooner rather than later.

She heard the voices in her head. The voices of the damned and doomed. She picked out some as her friends.

“Even now...they die.”
“They died like trolls.”
“Trolls die by their own hands then.”
“NO!”

The power of her mental rebuke stunned even Jack.

“Trolls die on their feet. They fall on the corpses of their enemies.” The last part was just poetry but it was something she had heard in her youth. The message suck with her, even if the meaning wasn't the same.

And she saw how they died.

“They die screaming at their enemies. Hatred burning in their hearts and threat of death in their eyes.”
Kanaya.
“They die charging forward.”
Feferi
“They die fighting without fear, or fighting even when afraid.”
Even meek little Tavros.
“They die facing their killers.”
She watched them ripped through with corrupted light.
She watched them fall.
Fall.
Fall.
“No matter who they're up against. No matter how powerful their foe. No matter how non-existent their chances. They die FIGHTING.”

There was a long silence before Jack spoke again.
“And you know what?” He scratched in her mind.
“What.”
“They will all. Still. Die.”
Aradia smirked gently. “Maybe.”

Edit: Damn, I hate getting bottom paged. If you like this, do me a favor and quote it eh? You can leave this bit out.

fuck yes Aradia, you tell that sob

[Wigmund]

You all can blame crash for this idea...blame me for the general shittiness, I'm sorry.

DREAMTIME

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Gamzee looked down the table at all of his friends that had gathered for this amazing pie and elixir party. Everyone was here. They were all enjoying their fucking selves and Gamzee loved it. The clown shifted the massive fucking top hat he was wearing so he could look at his best friend that was sitting next to him.
"YoU fUcKiNg EnJoYiNg ThIs My MoThErFuCkInG bEsT bRo?"
"OF COURSE GAMZEE, I ALWAYS ENJOY THIS FUCKING PARTIES."
Gamzee and Karkat laughed at they opened up their bottles of Faygo and drank up. Everyone was getting down. The bull kid and the scary fucking spider lady were making out at the end while centaur guy watched them. It was all fucking miracles.

The cute kitty girl curled up next to Gamzee and looked up at him.
":33 < So when are we going to make the impurrfect pay fur their sins?"
Gamzee blinked and looked down at her, "WhAt WaS tHaT?"
":33 < The impurr are efurywhere. They must be purrged."
"WhY wOuLd I dO tHaT?"
Gamzee looked down at the fish girl that his bro Sollux was hooking up with. She looked down the table at him with white eyes and a bloody hole in her chest.
"Because it is w)(at t)(ey all D-ES-ERV-E!"
That bitch who was nice to everyone and listened to all their problems walked up to him, blood running from her mouth.
"Have You Forgotten Your Heritage?"
"1T LOOKS L1K3 H3 H4S."
Terezi started to laugh at him as bugs crawled over her face.
"NoOoOo...ThIs FuCkInG cAn'T bE hApPeNiNg..."

Gamzee got up and started to walk away from the table, only to find it was in front of him again. Karkat looked up at the clown and smiled at him.
"YOU CAN'T FUCKING RUNAWAY FROM YOUR HERITAGE BRO."
Gamzee turned around again and found himself and himself at a smaller table.
"YOU'VE BEEN RUNNING AWAY FROM US GAMZEE."
"yeah, we don't appreciate that kind of shit from anyone."
"NOT EVEN OURSELF."
"WhAt ThE fUcK iS aLl Of ThIs?"

Gamzee started to run, but he kept up with himself. So did the other he.
"NO USE RUNNING."
"can't escape what we were meant to be."
"WhAt Am I tAlKiNg AbOuT?"
"OUR HERITAGE YOU STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT."
"our destiny as the one who kept the inferior in their place or else."
"No I'm NoT tHaT! I'm FuCkInG cHiLl..."

Gamzee tripped and fell down, his hat went tumbling off a cliff. He rolled over and scooted back as he stalked up upon himself.
"EMBRACE THE SUBJUGGULATORS GAMZEE."
"it was what we were meant to be bro."
"LET US PURIFY THE SCUM THAT WALK WITH US."
"you have fallen so far."
"LETTING MUTANTS COMMAND US!"
"tolerating the weak and crippled."

Gamzee clamped his hands over his ears and stood up.
"I'm NoT fUcKiNg LiStEnInG tO yOu!"
His other selves continued to walk towards him, beckoning him.

He could taste the blood. Feel bones crunching underneath his clubs. He was going to enjoy it. He was-
"FuCk ThIs!"
Gamzee threw himself off the cliff. The wind whipped through his hair. He smiled as the ground approached.

He woke up with a fright in the dark abyss that he had decided to take a nap in. His emergency horn pile was scattered all over the place.
"FuCk MaN, i NeEd To FiNd A fUcKiNg PiE."

[Sionnan]

>one of Sionnan's supersaccarine strider stories

D8 They're not that bad. You make me sound like the number 1 cause for diabetes around here.

[Author]

Bleh, I finally decided to write something.

Trains

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Dave had been thinking. Thinking thoughts about things. And it turns out, when Dave thought about things that he hadn't thought about before (or at least in this timeline), it didn't go well for him.

Currently, he was thinking about zombies. Zombies were a favorite of his. Always against the norm. Refusing to die, refusing to break into pieces like science says they should. He liked zombies. But now he was wondering...

Why "Brains"? There were so many tastier parts of the human body. The arm, the leg, the lower ha-

no. Bad brain. Don't go there.

But Dave's attention had, of course, been redirected.

What if zombies ate only things that rhymed with 'brains'?

-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering [GC] at 17:51 --

TG: terezi
GC: >
TG: i need you to make me something
GC: WH4T DO YOU N33D D4V3?
TG: a train
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GC: WHY WOULD YOU 3V3R N33D 4 TR41N
GC: D4V3?

Bleh.

[Graven_Image]

Indystuck

Chapter 24

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BS: see now i'm just getting frustrated!
BS: you still haven't told me who you are and it's making me angry!
NG: no DUDE
NG: I was just trying to make sure you didn't try to MESS US UP in YOUR future and OUR present
NG: like you HAVE BEEN
NB: REPEATEDLY
BS: i've never talked to you before in my life!
BS: and you're really weeeeiiird!
BS: go away!
NG: WOMAN
NG: LISTEN to me
NG: how OLD are you you act like a TWELVE-YEAR-OLD
BS: the queen says i'm just young at heart
BS: :C
NG: oh
NG: oh man im sorry did i hit a sore spot im sorry
NG: please dont hate me forever
NG: please
BS: just go away... :(
NG: yeah alright fine

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NG: meat boy im pretty sure this is the worst idea weve ever had
NG: i may have just made BS angry at me and indirectly inspired her and BC to troll me in the future
NG: so yeah me talking to the past trolls = never happen again sorry

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RM: now wait a second!
RM: darn it.

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BC: Hey-
BC: What's this I hear about you making BS mad-
BC: BS happens to be a very good friend of mine-
NG: uhh
NG: i dont suppose youre any more willing to accept apologies than she is
BC: Not a chance-
BC: Prepare to get trolled within an inch of your miserable human cortex-
NG: oh god
NG: this is gonna SUCK

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VP: Benli.
VP: I believe it is time for you to fulfill your duties as Viridian's server player.
DS: ahhh come on
DS: canna a dwarf enjoy a pint in peace
DS: this is mah only lunch hour
VP: Such trivialities as lunch hours will soon become irrelevant
VP: There is a meteor careening to Viridian's ship.
VP: I am on it.
VP: If you do not save him, we will both be destroyed.
DS: yeah
DS: mebbe then ah can git sum peace round here
VP: If I die,
VP: I will be unable to perform my duty as your server.
VP: Your failure to assist me and Viridian will directly lead to your obliteration via meteor.
DS: well.
DS: since ye put it that way
DS: how can ah refuse
DS: just need to find sumthin called an "outlet"
VP: Benli.
VP: Did you get the model Tim told you to.
DS: yah
VP: It has this object attached called a boiler.
VP: Place that near a forge and wait for the water to start boiling.
VP: That will work as an acceptable power source.
DS: oh really
DS: here i was thinkin the name was just a formality
DS: boilers
DS: hmmm
VP: Just get to work.

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VP: Tim
NA: No, wait, let me guess.
NA: You want me to begin acting as your server.
NA: At the same time, might I add, as Mr. McUrist servering Viridian.
NA: You want to be sent in as soon as possible to avert any lingering meteor-meteor collisions.
NA: Am I right so far?
VP: ...
VP: I will Never Understand how you do That
NA: It will make sense in time.
NA: Speaking of making sense, I remember you having something else to tell me about.
VP: Yes
VP: HE contacted me again
VP: And made several Cryptic Insinuations as to My Origin and Cosmic Legitimacy
NA: Ah. I remember now.
NA: Normally I would not need you to tell me, but...
VP: Yes
VP: HE even Evades my own Precognition
VP: A Property that is Singular to HIM
VP: I do not even Recall ever seeing HIS Appearance
VP: Merely a Vague sense of Dread
NA: Likewise.
NA: Whenever I rewind, I manage to rewind my own memories of him away.
NA: Very few objects in the world are immune to my powers.
NA: He is the only living thing with this ability I know of.
VP: Your Prototyping of the Ring may quickly Change this
NA: Please, don't remind me.
VP: Very well
VP: Now
VP: About that Server Duty
NA: I'll do it.
NA: It will increase our personal difficulty by half again, but I will do it.
VP: Because TIME Says So
NA: And trust me, for no other reason.

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[Babylon]

Indystuck

Chapter 24

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BS: see now i'm just getting frustrated!
BS: you still haven't told me who you are and it's making me angry!
NG: no DUDE
NG: I was just trying to make sure you didn't try to MESS US UP in YOUR future and OUR present
NG: like you HAVE BEEN
NB: REPEATEDLY
BS: i've never talked to you before in my life!
BS: and you're really weeeeiiird!
BS: go away!
NG: WOMAN
NG: LISTEN to me
NG: how OLD are you you act like a TWELVE-YEAR-OLD
BS: the queen says i'm just young at heart
BS:
NG: oh
NG: oh man im sorry did i hit a sore spot im sorry
NG: please dont hate me forever
NG: please
BS: just go away...
NG: yeah alright fine

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NG: meat boy im pretty sure this is the worst idea weve ever had
NG: i may have just made BS angry at me and indirectly inspired her and BC to troll me in the future
NG: so yeah me talking to the past trolls = never happen again sorry

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RM: now wait a second!
RM: darn it.

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BC: Hey-
BC: What's this I hear about you making BS mad-
BC: BS happens to be a very good friend of mine-
NG: uhh
NG: i dont suppose youre any more willing to accept apologies than she is
BC: Not a chance-
BC: Prepare to get trolled within an inch of your miserable human cortex-
NG: oh god
NG: this is gonna SUCK

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VP: Benli.
VP: I believe it is time for you to fulfill your duties as Viridian's server player.
DS: ahhh come on
DS: canna a dwarf enjoy a pint in peace
DS: this is mah only lunch hour
VP: Such trivialities as lunch hours will soon become irrelevant
VP: There is a meteor careening to Viridian's ship.
VP: I am on it.
VP: If you do not save him, we will both be destroyed.
DS: yeah
DS: mebbe then ah can git sum peace round here
VP: If I die,
VP: I will be unable to perform my duty as your server.
VP: Your failure to assist me and Viridian will directly lead to your obliteration via meteor.
DS: well.
DS: since ye put it that way
DS: how can ah refuse
DS: just need to find sumthin called an "outlet"
VP: Benli.
VP: Did you get the model Tim told you to.
DS: yah
VP: It has this object attached called a boiler.
VP: Place that near a forge and wait for the water to start boiling.
VP: That will work as an acceptable power source.
DS: oh really
DS: here i was thinkin the name was just a formality
DS: boilers
DS: hmmm
VP: Just get to work.

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VP: Tim
NA: No, wait, let me guess.
NA: You want me to begin acting as your server.
NA: At the same time, might I add, as Mr. McUrist servering Viridian.
NA: You want to be sent in as soon as possible to avert any lingering meteor-meteor collisions.
NA: Am I right so far?
VP: ...
VP: I will Never Understand how you do That
NA: It will make sense in time.
NA: Speaking of making sense, I remember you having something else to tell me about.
VP: Yes
VP: HE contacted me again
VP: And made several Cryptic Insinuations as to My Origin and Cosmic Legitimacy
NA: Ah. I remember now.
NA: Normally I would not need you to tell me, but...
VP: Yes
VP: HE even Evades my own Precognition
VP: A Property that is Singular to HIM
VP: I do not even Recall ever seeing HIS Appearance
VP: Merely a Vague sense of Dread
NA: Likewise.
NA: Whenever I rewind, I manage to rewind my own memories of him away.
NA: Very few objects in the world are immune to my powers.
NA: He is the only living thing with this ability I know of.
VP: Your Prototyping of the Ring may quickly Change this
NA: Please, don't remind me.
VP: Very well
VP: Now
VP: About that Server Duty
NA: I'll do it.
NA: It will increase our personal difficulty by half again, but I will do it.
VP: Because TIME Says So
NA: And trust me, for no other reason.

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PRESENTING THE MIGHTY JILL OFF!

[Kerensky287]

>one of Sionnan's supersaccarine strider stories

D8 They're not that bad. You make me sound like the number 1 cause for diabetes around here.

Well I dunno, I'm just saying, if I could get eye-cavities from reading your stories? I'd get eye-cavities.

Luckily I'm just diligent in brushing my eyes every morning and evening.


And YES Graven, more Benli! I like the subtle "Dwarfs are lazy" moments you sprinkle about. Also, I only just realized that the 80s hits they were singing were part of a party Benli must have organized. I will never again be able to cancel a Dwarf party in DF without first playing Livin' On A Prayer and watching the little smilies dance.

[KarneWarrior]

Benli is awesome mixed with more awesome with a little kitten tallow on top.

[Domoz]

Authooorrrr
Your not dead!

Also, what?

[Author]

Authooorrrr
Your not dead!

Also, what?

I don't know.

I had to get it out of my system.

Had to.

[Sionnan]

Quick Bro fic. Bec Noir still has a penchant for really terrible puns.

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The fire reaches greedy fingers up past them, licking at the underbelly of the woolly clouds grazing the sky. In Bro's vision, right now too bright and too clear, each tendril flicks a blaze of flat neon green and casts their shadows on the low hanging clouds.

He hears a growl that somehow becomes a guttual laugh, tearing at a throat that barks and speaks with equal ease. A face, fanged and furred, that is now stretched in a snarled smile. Bro's breaths are coming from him in short, shallow bursts, and each movement is an earthquake for the blade extending from his chest like a cold monolith, and without his shades, he can see every matted swatch of fur on its face.

"Too bad, kid. Looks like you were just... a cut above the rest." The smile impossibly stretches, and if Bro weren't dying, it might have been horrifying.

But he was dying.

Oh God it hurt.

The terrible pun delivered, it dons his shades. The gesture is so absurd that Bro laughs a little, and it turns into a breathy, fluid choke. "Ha." He would look down to his chest, but the strength it would take to lift his head would be phenomenal. "Oh." He coughs a little again, and a little gobbet of phlegm and blood dots his lips. "Fuck you, man," he counters, sounding quiet and breathless against the rage of the fire.

The dog tisks, probably in disgust, either at the lame comeback or not getting the pleasure of the last word in. Cal is in his hand, battered arms and legs dangling, empty blue eyes reflecting a patina of green.

The massive wings beat, fanning the flames away from them for an instant, sending dust and gas and pebbles across Bro. It rises, tentacles trailing behind it, and disappears into the black.

[Dehgan]

Gentlemen!

I have created...THIS THING!

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White wizardry is not like other forms of power granted in the game.

This is due to the fact that white wizardry has a will of sorts. Not true intelligence by any stretch – rather, it simply rebels against certain forms of use. That is not to say it cannot kill – all medicines are poisons, after all – but it resists being bent to purposes that do not suit its nature.

However, It never directly opposes.

This is why when the Prince used it to shatter the Mage's psychic powers, it rendered him blind rather than permanently comatose.

This is why when it tore through the heart and spine of the Witch, it gave a quick and painless death

That is why it was the Prince’s last mistake to use it against the Sylph.

* * *

Don't turn your back on the body. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? If there was one thing he could have gone without having to deal with in this (stupid fucking horrible nightmarish) game, it would be the mysterious pronouncements. Bullshit riddles and doublespeak, nothing could be fucking clear-cut and straightforward -

Kanaya's body was gone - there was only a jade-green trail, leading to the transportalizer. Karkat bared his teeth, and the Regisickle flickered into his hand like it belonged there. "That worthless fucking piece of backstabbing trash...!"

He stepped onto the transportalizer. This was too much - there was no way he was going to let Eridan get away with Kanaya's body. He'd get her corpse back if he had turn Prince Fishface into so much human sushi.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

He never noticed Trollian beep.

* * *

Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope, made his way through the lab, following a path he had already planned out far in advance. A path that lead to a large, open space – a stage for his plan to unfold upon.

Eridan had lied when he said he would join the Demon. Doing so was suicide, pure and simple.

As such, that was his back-up plan.

Eridan hated his title. He had no hope.

His chosen matesprit had used him to feed her lusus, playing coy so that she wouldn’t have to dirty her hands with the blood of the trolls she wanted to 'save'. His kismesis did the same damn thing – using their hate-flirting and his need for lusii to get him to help gather victims for her own ravenous lusus.

Then once they were done they both just abandoned him, throwing him away like garbage washed up on the beach! And then the whole damn Sgrub plan happened and everyone left him alone in his Angel-infested hell.

Now they were all trapped, on a frozen chunk of rock in the middle of a dead session, being hunted down by a monster they didn’t have a chance of beating.

No, Eridan was hopeless, and so was everyone else.

So he wanted to die. Not just any death, though. He wanted to die like one of the great generals he had studied growing up. To die surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, the last one standing a foe worthy of having defeated him. The mustard-blood had just been gutter trash that had won the psychic lottery, not worthy of bringing a Prince down. Eridan knew exactly who he wanted.

Everything he had said and done was for one purpose and one purpose only. Eridan wanted Karkat out for his blood. He wanted the one person he knew cared about him through everything they’d been through to be the one to kill him.

Anything that got in the way of that was would be dealt with. Including whoever it was trying to sneak up on him...

* * *

Karkat stalked the halls of the lab. It was a simple matter to track Eridan – tracking was one of the first powers he had earned as the Knight of Blood. He could feel his quarry's pulse skyrocket, sense the traitor's flight come to a sudden halt. Karkat sped up. Whatever had stopped Eridan was giving him the chance he needed to catch the traitor, before he escaped to his section of the labs.

Sprinting around the last corner, Karkat let out a roar. “You’re not getting awa-!“

What. What.

He was trying to make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing, but instincts from forty thousand years of cultural nightmares were screaming at him, to run, to hide, to pretend he had seen nothing.

Eridan’s body twitched, blank eyes gazing into nothing, a horrified gaze gone slack in death. Kanaya (no, wrong, run!) stood there, her face buried in his neck as a horrible sucking sound (run run run!) echoed down the hall. Karkat couldn't move, couldn't think. He let out a quiet, shocked gurgle and dropped the Regisickle. Kanaya turned, eyes wide, mouth and teeth smeared with purple.

“Rainbow drinker,” he heard someone whisper, and realized it was him.

“Karkat,” she said. She dropped Eridan's corpse and turned to him (oh god oh god run hide get away) and tried to take a step back, but he couldn't move, he couldn't think -

She was there, taking him in her arms, and he still couldn't move. He was grateful when the world faded away.

* * *

Karkat woke up again. He didn't expect to wake up again. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of the computer lab's ceiling, something he was pretty goddamn sick of seeing oh god his head was on Kanaya's lap. He froze, hoping that maybe she didn't notice.

“Hello, Karkat.”

Damn.

“I am glad that you are all right. I didn't intend to frighten you as I did.” She gave him a small smile, and he managed not to flinch at the sight of those fangs. Weird how they weren't so horrifying before. He sat up, and they simply looked at each other.

“So,” he said, after a moment of silence. “So, you're a...”

(Monster!)

(No, this is Kanaya.)

“A Rainbow Drinker?” She finished for him. “Yes, I am now one of the cursed few, those who stalk during the bright of day - “

Watching her start to gleefully wax rhapsodic put his worries to rest. “I'm pretty fucking sure you already did that.” Karkat felt a warm feeling of relief build in his chest.

“ - a blood-thirsty hunter, a daughter of the sun - “ Fucking hell, she was still going. Relief was being swiftly overshadowed by irritation. This was definitely Kanaya.

“Are you really doing this? Now, of all times?”

She stopped, licked her lips. “I – if my new state is going to be a problem...”

Fuck, here comes the drama. He needed to nip this in the bud, before his melodramatic friend (did he have any other kind? God why did he want to be the leader of this bunch in the first place...) tied herself up in overemotional knots.

“Stop being an idiot.” He glowered at her. “Of course I'm uncomfortable. Not because of your whole revolving door in the fucking afterlife thing, though – you killed Prince Fishface before I could. I'm not going to accept this rampant fucking insubordination.”

She smiled again, and he could see jade tears glimmering in her eyes – jade shot through with tinges of purple, but he was already coming to terms with that. “My apologies, Karkat. I did not mean to usurp your vengeance.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you avenged yourself pretty fucking well. Not like I could have done any better.”

Karkat moved back to his computer, carefully skirting around the reminders of Eridan’s treachery. He’d noticed Trollian blinking away at him. Someone must have messaged him while he -

“Karkat.” Kanaya broke the silence again.

Karkat returned his attention to her and noted that she was fiddling with the hole in her dress, and that apparently draining the traitor dry had done something because she didn’t have a hole through her anymore and oh she was talking wasn’t she he should probably look her in the eye.

“Karkat,” Kanaya paused for a moment. “I think I am going to need blood regularly, now, at least that is what everything I have read leads me to believe - “

He cut off her ramble with a wave. “So I guess you can drink mine. I'm the fucking Knight of Blood, I've got this covered.” The jade-purple blush was kind of off-putting, but he was getting used to it. “I – look. I've got all sorts of useless bullshit blood powers that this game saddled me with, someone might as well benefit from let go of me.” She wasn't letting go. Fine, whatever. Nobody was going to see - Sollux was still unconscious, Feferi was...he shied away from that thought, and hugged Kanaya tightly. “Consider this a new order from your leader,” he whispered, choking back tears. “Don't fucking die again. Do you understand me, Kanaya? Never again.” He couldn't go through that again.

“I hear and obey, oh mighty leader,” she whispered back, sniffling into his neck.

They held that tableau for a moment. Then -

“Kanaya, get your fangs out of my neck, you just fucking ate.”

“Sorry.”

I just sort of got the idea and ran with it.

arcaneCalligramancer was kind enough to edit it for me and help me out with the narrative flow, so I guess this is a team victory or something.

Anyway, if you guys like it I guess I will write more about this alternate reality thing I have here.

[arcaneCalligramancer]

by that he means everything terrible is his fault and everything that's good is to my credit

that is how things work that is how we roll

[Caprisaurus]

Gentlemen!

I have created...THIS THING!

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White wizardry is not like other forms of power granted in the game.

This is due to the fact that white wizardry has a will of sorts. Not true intelligence by any stretch – rather, it simply rebels against certain forms of use. That is not to say it cannot kill – all medicines are poisons, after all – but it resists being bent to purposes that do not suit its nature.

However, It never directly opposes.

This is why when the Prince used it to shatter the Mage's psychic powers, it rendered him blind rather than permanently comatose.

This is why when it tore through the heart and spine of the Witch, it gave a quick and painless death

That is why it was the Prince’s last mistake to use it against the Sylph.

* * *

Don't turn your back on the body. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? If there was one thing he could have gone without having to deal with in this (stupid fucking horrible nightmarish) game, it would be the mysterious pronouncements. Bullshit riddles and doublespeak, nothing could be fucking clear-cut and straightforward -

Kanaya's body was gone - there was only a jade-green trail, leading to the transportalizer. Karkat bared his teeth, and the Regisickle flickered into his hand like it belonged there. "That worthless fucking piece of backstabbing trash...!"

He stepped onto the transportalizer. This was too much - there was no way he was going to let Eridan get away with Kanaya's body. He'd get her corpse back if he had turn Prince Fishface into so much human sushi.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

He never noticed Trollian beep.

* * *

Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope, made his way through the lab, following a path he had already planned out far in advance. A path that lead to a large, open space – a stage for his plan to unfold upon.

Eridan had lied when he said he would join the Demon. Doing so was suicide, pure and simple.

As such, that was his back-up plan.

Eridan hated his title. He had no hope.

His chosen matesprit had used him to feed her lusus, playing coy so that she wouldn’t have to dirty her hands with the blood of the trolls she wanted to 'save'. His kismesis did the same damn thing – using their hate-flirting and his need for lusii to get him to help gather victims for her own ravenous lusus.

Then once they were done they both just abandoned him, throwing him away like garbage washed up on the beach! And then the whole damn Sgrub plan happened and everyone left him alone in his Angel-infested hell.

Now they were all trapped, on a frozen chunk of rock in the middle of a dead session, being hunted down by a monster they didn’t have a chance of beating.

No, Eridan was hopeless, and so was everyone else.

So he wanted to die. Not just any death, though. He wanted to die like one of the great generals he had studied growing up. To die surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, the last one standing a foe worthy of having defeated him. The mustard-blood had just been gutter trash that had won the psychic lottery, not worthy of bringing a Prince down. Eridan knew exactly who he wanted.

Everything he had said and done was for one purpose and one purpose only. Eridan wanted Karkat out for his blood. He wanted the one person he knew cared about him through everything they’d been through to be the one to kill him.

Anything that got in the way of that was would be dealt with. Including whoever it was trying to sneak up on him...

* * *

Karkat stalked the halls of the lab. It was a simple matter to track Eridan – tracking was one of the first powers he had earned as the Knight of Blood. He could feel his quarry's pulse skyrocket, sense the traitor's flight come to a sudden halt. Karkat sped up. Whatever had stopped Eridan was giving him the chance he needed to catch the traitor, before he escaped to his section of the labs.

Sprinting around the last corner, Karkat let out a roar. “You’re not getting awa-!“

What. What.

He was trying to make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing, but instincts from forty thousand years of cultural nightmares were screaming at him, to run, to hide, to pretend he had seen nothing.

Eridan’s body twitched, blank eyes gazing into nothing, a horrified gaze gone slack in death. Kanaya (no, wrong, run!) stood there, her face buried in his neck as a horrible sucking sound (run run run!) echoed down the hall. Karkat couldn't move, couldn't think. He let out a quiet, shocked gurgle and dropped the Regisickle. Kanaya turned, eyes wide, mouth and teeth smeared with purple.

“Rainbow drinker,” he heard someone whisper, and realized it was him.

“Karkat,” she said. She dropped Eridan's corpse and turned to him (oh god oh god run hide get away) and tried to take a step back, but he couldn't move, he couldn't think -

She was there, taking him in her arms, and he still couldn't move. He was grateful when the world faded away.

* * *

Karkat woke up again. He didn't expect to wake up again. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of the computer lab's ceiling, something he was pretty goddamn sick of seeing oh god his head was on Kanaya's lap. He froze, hoping that maybe she didn't notice.

“Hello, Karkat.”

Damn.

“I am glad that you are all right. I didn't intend to frighten you as I did.” She gave him a small smile, and he managed not to flinch at the sight of those fangs. Weird how they weren't so horrifying before. He sat up, and they simply looked at each other.

“So,” he said, after a moment of silence. “So, you're a...”

(Monster!)

(No, this is Kanaya.)

“A Rainbow Drinker?” She finished for him. “Yes, I am now one of the cursed few, those who stalk during the bright of day - “

Watching her start to gleefully wax rhapsodic put his worries to rest. “I'm pretty fucking sure you already did that.” Karkat felt a warm feeling of relief build in his chest.

“ - a blood-thirsty hunter, a daughter of the sun - “ Fucking hell, she was still going. Relief was being swiftly overshadowed by irritation. This was definitely Kanaya.

“Are you really doing this? Now, of all times?”

She stopped, licked her lips. “I – if my new state is going to be a problem...”

Fuck, here comes the drama. He needed to nip this in the bud, before his melodramatic friend (did he have any other kind? God why did he want to be the leader of this bunch in the first place...) tied herself up in overemotional knots.

“Stop being an idiot.” He glowered at her. “Of course I'm uncomfortable. Not because of your whole revolving door in the fucking afterlife thing, though – you killed Prince Fishface before I could. I'm not going to accept this rampant fucking insubordination.”

She smiled again, and he could see jade tears glimmering in her eyes – jade shot through with tinges of purple, but he was already coming to terms with that. “My apologies, Karkat. I did not mean to usurp your vengeance.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you avenged yourself pretty fucking well. Not like I could have done any better.”

Karkat moved back to his computer, carefully skirting around the reminders of Eridan’s treachery. He’d noticed Trollian blinking away at him. Someone must have messaged him while he -

“Karkat.” Kanaya broke the silence again.

Karkat returned his attention to her and noted that she was fiddling with the hole in her dress, and that apparently draining the traitor dry had done something because she didn’t have a hole through her anymore and oh she was talking wasn’t she he should probably look her in the eye.

“Karkat,” Kanaya paused for a moment. “I think I am going to need blood regularly, now, at least that is what everything I have read leads me to believe - “

He cut off her ramble with a wave. “So I guess you can drink mine. I'm the fucking Knight of Blood, I've got this covered.” The jade-purple blush was kind of off-putting, but he was getting used to it. “I – look. I've got all sorts of useless bullshit blood powers that this game saddled me with, someone might as well benefit from let go of me.” She wasn't letting go. Fine, whatever. Nobody was going to see - Sollux was still unconscious, Feferi was...he shied away from that thought, and hugged Kanaya tightly. “Consider this a new order from your leader,” he whispered, choking back tears. “Don't fucking die again. Do you understand me, Kanaya? Never again.” He couldn't go through that again.

“I hear and obey, oh mighty leader,” she whispered back, sniffling into his neck.

They held that tableau for a moment. Then -

“Kanaya, get your fangs out of my neck, you just fucking ate.”

“Sorry.”

I just sort of got the idea and ran with it.

arcaneCalligramancer was kind enough to edit it for me and help me out with the narrative flow, so I guess this is a team victory or something.

Anyway, if you guys like it I guess I will write more about this alternate reality thing I have here.

Ahahaha the last line made me laugh. It managed to get through me in this late middle of the night haze I'm developing which I'm finding it probably bad for book reading because ima have to re read everything.

So yesss
Moar please c:

[Doodled]

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DARK CARNIVAL PART MOTHERFUCKIN 2
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hoooooooonk.
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK KATRIKA (Nepeta), Teebs (Kanaya), and ToreadorTornado (Sollux).
I play Gamzee.

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WARNING: This is dark, somewhat humorous, slightly suggestive as in there are make outs.

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Dark Carnival 2

Dear Jegus, that is epic.

[Miss Prince]

Gentlemen!

I have created...THIS THING!

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White wizardry is not like other forms of power granted in the game.

This is due to the fact that white wizardry has a will of sorts. Not true intelligence by any stretch – rather, it simply rebels against certain forms of use. That is not to say it cannot kill – all medicines are poisons, after all – but it resists being bent to purposes that do not suit its nature.

However, It never directly opposes.

This is why when the Prince used it to shatter the Mage's psychic powers, it rendered him blind rather than permanently comatose.

This is why when it tore through the heart and spine of the Witch, it gave a quick and painless death

That is why it was the Prince’s last mistake to use it against the Sylph.

* * *

Don't turn your back on the body. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? If there was one thing he could have gone without having to deal with in this (stupid fucking horrible nightmarish) game, it would be the mysterious pronouncements. Bullshit riddles and doublespeak, nothing could be fucking clear-cut and straightforward -

Kanaya's body was gone - there was only a jade-green trail, leading to the transportalizer. Karkat bared his teeth, and the Regisickle flickered into his hand like it belonged there. "That worthless fucking piece of backstabbing trash...!"

He stepped onto the transportalizer. This was too much - there was no way he was going to let Eridan get away with Kanaya's body. He'd get her corpse back if he had turn Prince Fishface into so much human sushi.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

He never noticed Trollian beep.

* * *

Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope, made his way through the lab, following a path he had already planned out far in advance. A path that lead to a large, open space – a stage for his plan to unfold upon.

Eridan had lied when he said he would join the Demon. Doing so was suicide, pure and simple.

As such, that was his back-up plan.

Eridan hated his title. He had no hope.

His chosen matesprit had used him to feed her lusus, playing coy so that she wouldn’t have to dirty her hands with the blood of the trolls she wanted to 'save'. His kismesis did the same damn thing – using their hate-flirting and his need for lusii to get him to help gather victims for her own ravenous lusus.

Then once they were done they both just abandoned him, throwing him away like garbage washed up on the beach! And then the whole damn Sgrub plan happened and everyone left him alone in his Angel-infested hell.

Now they were all trapped, on a frozen chunk of rock in the middle of a dead session, being hunted down by a monster they didn’t have a chance of beating.

No, Eridan was hopeless, and so was everyone else.

So he wanted to die. Not just any death, though. He wanted to die like one of the great generals he had studied growing up. To die surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, the last one standing a foe worthy of having defeated him. The mustard-blood had just been gutter trash that had won the psychic lottery, not worthy of bringing a Prince down. Eridan knew exactly who he wanted.

Everything he had said and done was for one purpose and one purpose only. Eridan wanted Karkat out for his blood. He wanted the one person he knew cared about him through everything they’d been through to be the one to kill him.

Anything that got in the way of that was would be dealt with. Including whoever it was trying to sneak up on him...

* * *

Karkat stalked the halls of the lab. It was a simple matter to track Eridan – tracking was one of the first powers he had earned as the Knight of Blood. He could feel his quarry's pulse skyrocket, sense the traitor's flight come to a sudden halt. Karkat sped up. Whatever had stopped Eridan was giving him the chance he needed to catch the traitor, before he escaped to his section of the labs.

Sprinting around the last corner, Karkat let out a roar. “You’re not getting awa-!“

What. What.

He was trying to make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing, but instincts from forty thousand years of cultural nightmares were screaming at him, to run, to hide, to pretend he had seen nothing.

Eridan’s body twitched, blank eyes gazing into nothing, a horrified gaze gone slack in death. Kanaya (no, wrong, run!) stood there, her face buried in his neck as a horrible sucking sound (run run run!) echoed down the hall. Karkat couldn't move, couldn't think. He let out a quiet, shocked gurgle and dropped the Regisickle. Kanaya turned, eyes wide, mouth and teeth smeared with purple.

“Rainbow drinker,” he heard someone whisper, and realized it was him.

“Karkat,” she said. She dropped Eridan's corpse and turned to him (oh god oh god run hide get away) and tried to take a step back, but he couldn't move, he couldn't think -

She was there, taking him in her arms, and he still couldn't move. He was grateful when the world faded away.

* * *

Karkat woke up again. He didn't expect to wake up again. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of the computer lab's ceiling, something he was pretty goddamn sick of seeing oh god his head was on Kanaya's lap. He froze, hoping that maybe she didn't notice.

“Hello, Karkat.”

Damn.

“I am glad that you are all right. I didn't intend to frighten you as I did.” She gave him a small smile, and he managed not to flinch at the sight of those fangs. Weird how they weren't so horrifying before. He sat up, and they simply looked at each other.

“So,” he said, after a moment of silence. “So, you're a...”

(Monster!)

(No, this is Kanaya.)

“A Rainbow Drinker?” She finished for him. “Yes, I am now one of the cursed few, those who stalk during the bright of day - “

Watching her start to gleefully wax rhapsodic put his worries to rest. “I'm pretty fucking sure you already did that.” Karkat felt a warm feeling of relief build in his chest.

“ - a blood-thirsty hunter, a daughter of the sun - “ Fucking hell, she was still going. Relief was being swiftly overshadowed by irritation. This was definitely Kanaya.

“Are you really doing this? Now, of all times?”

She stopped, licked her lips. “I – if my new state is going to be a problem...”

Fuck, here comes the drama. He needed to nip this in the bud, before his melodramatic friend (did he have any other kind? God why did he want to be the leader of this bunch in the first place...) tied herself up in overemotional knots.

“Stop being an idiot.” He glowered at her. “Of course I'm uncomfortable. Not because of your whole revolving door in the fucking afterlife thing, though – you killed Prince Fishface before I could. I'm not going to accept this rampant fucking insubordination.”

She smiled again, and he could see jade tears glimmering in her eyes – jade shot through with tinges of purple, but he was already coming to terms with that. “My apologies, Karkat. I did not mean to usurp your vengeance.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you avenged yourself pretty fucking well. Not like I could have done any better.”

Karkat moved back to his computer, carefully skirting around the reminders of Eridan’s treachery. He’d noticed Trollian blinking away at him. Someone must have messaged him while he -

“Karkat.” Kanaya broke the silence again.

Karkat returned his attention to her and noted that she was fiddling with the hole in her dress, and that apparently draining the traitor dry had done something because she didn’t have a hole through her anymore and oh she was talking wasn’t she he should probably look her in the eye.

“Karkat,” Kanaya paused for a moment. “I think I am going to need blood regularly, now, at least that is what everything I have read leads me to believe - “

He cut off her ramble with a wave. “So I guess you can drink mine. I'm the fucking Knight of Blood, I've got this covered.” The jade-purple blush was kind of off-putting, but he was getting used to it. “I – look. I've got all sorts of useless bullshit blood powers that this game saddled me with, someone might as well benefit from let go of me.” She wasn't letting go. Fine, whatever. Nobody was going to see - Sollux was still unconscious, Feferi was...he shied away from that thought, and hugged Kanaya tightly. “Consider this a new order from your leader,” he whispered, choking back tears. “Don't fucking die again. Do you understand me, Kanaya? Never again.” He couldn't go through that again.

“I hear and obey, oh mighty leader,” she whispered back, sniffling into his neck.

They held that tableau for a moment. Then -

“Kanaya, get your fangs out of my neck, you just fucking ate.”

“Sorry.”

I just sort of got the idea and ran with it.

arcaneCalligramancer was kind enough to edit it for me and help me out with the narrative flow, so I guess this is a team victory or something.

Anyway, if you guys like it I guess I will write more about this alternate reality thing I have here.

This fic is the very definition of adorabloodthirsty. So cute! And also disturbing. But mostly cute!

[Nox]

Ok, I posted this in the Different Context thread and then it hit me: “Damn it Nox! You wrote a whole mini-fic just to put one damn image in a different context! What is WRONG with you?”

So, because it was basically a short story to start with, and because I crave attention and praise, I’m re-posting this little bit of dialog I wrote after seeing the last (Non Forth Wall breaking) Update. Enjoy.

His Favorite Marionette

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I Always Felt Like Someone Else Pulled The Strings Of My Life

From The Start Some Things I Was Always Compelled To Do

While Logic Would Dictate Another Course Of Action

A Stray Inclination Would Appear At Important Moments And I Found Its Advice Sound

So Again And Again I Listened And All But The Last Worked In My Favor

All But The Idea To Charge Eridan Directly Like That

But No Even That Was Meant To Be So I Could Die When I Did And Leave The Stage

Now That I Have Lost My Physical Body Again I Understand

And I Recall The Truth That Fades Each Time I Take Up A Mortal Life

Wherever My Friends Souls Are Now I Will Never Get To See Them Again

My Essence Has Returned Again To My Master

And I Sleep Until He Again Needs His Favorite Marionette

I Am Both His Daughter And A Small Part Of His Being Given A Will Of My Own

A Small Fire Allowed To Wander From The Burning Inferno Of Its Maker

He Is Close Now

So Very Close To Finishing His Plan

Soon The One Limit To His Strength Will Be Gone

He Will No Longer Have To Limit His Interaction With The Universe He Enters To Make Sure His Summoning At It's End Is Unaffected

He Will Be Free To Summon Himself Into Any Point In Space And Time

No Not Any Point

Every Point

And I Pray To Him For Mercy Because He Might As Well Be God To Me

I Pray That He Doesn't Hurt Them More Then He Has To And That If They Must Die It Will Be Swift

I Also Pray I Will Be Allowed To Continue To Exist

And That He Doesn't Simply Let My Being Vanish Forever Into Him

He Does Not Answer

Not That He Ever Speaks

When I Need To Know Something I Will Simply Know It

Apparently My Master Doesn't Think I Need To Know

That's Fine

I Will Be Here As Always Until You Have Need Of Me Master

LRD ENGLISH

[cephalopodConcupiscence]

Quick Bro fic. Bec Noir still has a penchant for really terrible puns.

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The fire reaches greedy fingers up past them, licking at the underbelly of the woolly clouds grazing the sky. In Bro's vision, right now too bright and too clear, each tendril flicks a blaze of flat neon green and casts their shadows on the low hanging clouds.

He hears a growl that somehow becomes a guttual laugh, tearing at a throat that barks and speaks with equal ease. A face, fanged and furred, that is now stretched in a snarled smile. Bro's breaths are coming from him in short, shallow bursts, and each movement is an earthquake for the blade extending from his chest like a cold monolith, and without his shades, he can see every matted swatch of fur on its face.

"Too bad, kid. Looks like you were just... a cut above the rest." The smile impossibly stretches, and if Bro weren't dying, it might have been horrifying.

But he was dying.

Oh God it hurt.

The terrible pun delivered, it dons his shades. The gesture is so absurd that Bro laughs a little, and it turns into a breathy, fluid choke. "Ha." He would look down to his chest, but the strength it would take to lift his head would be phenomenal. "Oh." He coughs a little again, and a little gobbet of phlegm and blood dots his lips. "Fuck you, man," he counters, sounding quiet and breathless against the rage of the fire.

The dog tisks, probably in disgust, either at the lame comeback or not getting the pleasure of the last word in. Cal is in his hand, battered arms and legs dangling, empty blue eyes reflecting a patina of green.

The massive wings beat, fanning the flames away from them for an instant, sending dust and gas and pebbles across Bro. It rises, tentacles trailing behind it, and disappears into the black.

This is because you were accused of saccharinity, isn't it. ISN'T IT.

*...gently slots into headcanon*

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Dead

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She was dead. Of course. She had to die.

Right? It was the only way for him to survive. But was it worth it? He had seen the look of shock on her face. Right before she died. The killing had to be worth it, it had to be. It quenched that feeling inside him. Not the one of sorrow, the one of pain. Of loneliness.

If she was dead, she couldn't torment him anymore.

Right? That self-assured feeling he had before was gone. He couldn't trust it anymore; couldn't believe in it. He wanted to kill the one who had forced him to go through with it, made him want to, have to, slay his friends.

Rose Lalonde had to suffer through what he suffered.

Rose had to die.

Grimdark is meh. I had a better idea, but I'm saving Quintessence for Gamzee.

[linguisticDoctor]

@Graven: yyyyyeesss, you tell that sucka, Tim. I also love Benli and the Kid here, they are awesome, and brainChomper's little callback was also awesome.

@Sionnan: ...dammit Bec Noir why you got to be so awesome and yet such a horrible monster. Poor Bro.

@Author: "Trains" was cute if kinda THIS IS STUPID, but I quite liked Dead! Desperate/mentally-unstable Eridan is best Eridan.

@Dehga/aC: ....;_; dammit KK why your for Kanaya gotta be so tear-inducing. I also liked the blend of horror and humor, and the look at Eridan's wwhite science.

@Wigmund: Poor Gamzee. His sanity is such a flimsy thing.


I should really be working on Incursion, but Seraph's sig and new avatar are giving me bad ideas...

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:33 < in brightest day, in blackest night,
:33 < no evil shall escape my sight.
:33 < let those who wurrship evil's might
:33 < beware my powurr--gr33n lantern's light!

D --> In fearful day, in raging night,
D --> With STRONG hearts full, our souls ignite
D --> When all seems lost in the War of Light,
D --> 100k to the stars, for hope burns bright

Oh come on like you can't see Nepeta and Equius being super Green/Blue Lantern bros.

AND ONE MORE:

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the blackest night falls fr0m the skies
the darkness gr0ws as all light dies
we crave y0ur hearts and y0ur demise
by my black hand the dead shall rise 0_0

[SeptimusMagistos]

@Graven: yyyyyeesss, you tell that sucka, Tim. I also love Benli and the Kid here, they are awesome, and brainChomper's little callback was also awesome.

@Sionnan: ...dammit Bec Noir why you got to be so awesome and yet such a horrible monster. Poor Bro.

@Author: "Trains" was cute if kinda THIS IS STUPID, but I quite liked Dead! Desperate/mentally-unstable Eridan is best Eridan.

@Dehga/aC: ....;_; dammit KK why your for Kanaya gotta be so tear-inducing. I also liked the blend of horror and humor, and the look at Eridan's wwhite science.

@Wigmund: Poor Gamzee. His sanity is such a flimsy thing.


I should really be working on Incursion, but Seraph's sig and new avatar are giving me bad ideas...

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:33 < in brightest day, in blackest night,
:33 < no evil shall escape my sight.
:33 < let those who wurrship evil's might
:33 < beware my powurr--gr33n lantern's light!

D --> In fearful day, in raging night,
D --> With STRONG hearts full, our souls ignite
D --> When all seems lost in the War of Light,
D --> 100k to the stars, for hope burns bright

Oh come on like you can't see Nepeta and Equius being super Green/Blue Lantern bros.

AND ONE MORE:

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the blackest night falls fr0m the skies
the darkness gr0ws as all light dies
we crave y0ur hearts and y0ur demise
by my black hand the dead shall rise 0_0

iin loude2t diin or hu2h profound
my ear2 catch evii'2 2liighte2t 2ound
let tho2e who toll out eviil'2 knell
beware my power: the f-2harp bell!

I'm so sorry.

[Twigwise]

Gentlemen!

I have created...THIS THING!

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White wizardry is not like other forms of power granted in the game.

This is due to the fact that white wizardry has a will of sorts. Not true intelligence by any stretch – rather, it simply rebels against certain forms of use. That is not to say it cannot kill – all medicines are poisons, after all – but it resists being bent to purposes that do not suit its nature.

However, It never directly opposes.

This is why when the Prince used it to shatter the Mage's psychic powers, it rendered him blind rather than permanently comatose.

This is why when it tore through the heart and spine of the Witch, it gave a quick and painless death

That is why it was the Prince’s last mistake to use it against the Sylph.

* * *

Don't turn your back on the body. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? If there was one thing he could have gone without having to deal with in this (stupid fucking horrible nightmarish) game, it would be the mysterious pronouncements. Bullshit riddles and doublespeak, nothing could be fucking clear-cut and straightforward -

Kanaya's body was gone - there was only a jade-green trail, leading to the transportalizer. Karkat bared his teeth, and the Regisickle flickered into his hand like it belonged there. "That worthless fucking piece of backstabbing trash...!"

He stepped onto the transportalizer. This was too much - there was no way he was going to let Eridan get away with Kanaya's body. He'd get her corpse back if he had turn Prince Fishface into so much human sushi.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

He never noticed Trollian beep.

* * *

Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope, made his way through the lab, following a path he had already planned out far in advance. A path that lead to a large, open space – a stage for his plan to unfold upon.

Eridan had lied when he said he would join the Demon. Doing so was suicide, pure and simple.

As such, that was his back-up plan.

Eridan hated his title. He had no hope.

His chosen matesprit had used him to feed her lusus, playing coy so that she wouldn’t have to dirty her hands with the blood of the trolls she wanted to 'save'. His kismesis did the same damn thing – using their hate-flirting and his need for lusii to get him to help gather victims for her own ravenous lusus.

Then once they were done they both just abandoned him, throwing him away like garbage washed up on the beach! And then the whole damn Sgrub plan happened and everyone left him alone in his Angel-infested hell.

Now they were all trapped, on a frozen chunk of rock in the middle of a dead session, being hunted down by a monster they didn’t have a chance of beating.

No, Eridan was hopeless, and so was everyone else.

So he wanted to die. Not just any death, though. He wanted to die like one of the great generals he had studied growing up. To die surrounded by the bodies of his enemies, the last one standing a foe worthy of having defeated him. The mustard-blood had just been gutter trash that had won the psychic lottery, not worthy of bringing a Prince down. Eridan knew exactly who he wanted.

Everything he had said and done was for one purpose and one purpose only. Eridan wanted Karkat out for his blood. He wanted the one person he knew cared about him through everything they’d been through to be the one to kill him.

Anything that got in the way of that was would be dealt with. Including whoever it was trying to sneak up on him...

* * *

Karkat stalked the halls of the lab. It was a simple matter to track Eridan – tracking was one of the first powers he had earned as the Knight of Blood. He could feel his quarry's pulse skyrocket, sense the traitor's flight come to a sudden halt. Karkat sped up. Whatever had stopped Eridan was giving him the chance he needed to catch the traitor, before he escaped to his section of the labs.

Sprinting around the last corner, Karkat let out a roar. “You’re not getting awa-!“

What. What.

He was trying to make sense of what, exactly, he was seeing, but instincts from forty thousand years of cultural nightmares were screaming at him, to run, to hide, to pretend he had seen nothing.

Eridan’s body twitched, blank eyes gazing into nothing, a horrified gaze gone slack in death. Kanaya (no, wrong, run!) stood there, her face buried in his neck as a horrible sucking sound (run run run!) echoed down the hall. Karkat couldn't move, couldn't think. He let out a quiet, shocked gurgle and dropped the Regisickle. Kanaya turned, eyes wide, mouth and teeth smeared with purple.

“Rainbow drinker,” he heard someone whisper, and realized it was him.

“Karkat,” she said. She dropped Eridan's corpse and turned to him (oh god oh god run hide get away) and tried to take a step back, but he couldn't move, he couldn't think -

She was there, taking him in her arms, and he still couldn't move. He was grateful when the world faded away.

* * *

Karkat woke up again. He didn't expect to wake up again. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of the computer lab's ceiling, something he was pretty goddamn sick of seeing oh god his head was on Kanaya's lap. He froze, hoping that maybe she didn't notice.

“Hello, Karkat.”

Damn.

“I am glad that you are all right. I didn't intend to frighten you as I did.” She gave him a small smile, and he managed not to flinch at the sight of those fangs. Weird how they weren't so horrifying before. He sat up, and they simply looked at each other.

“So,” he said, after a moment of silence. “So, you're a...”

(Monster!)

(No, this is Kanaya.)

“A Rainbow Drinker?” She finished for him. “Yes, I am now one of the cursed few, those who stalk during the bright of day - “

Watching her start to gleefully wax rhapsodic put his worries to rest. “I'm pretty fucking sure you already did that.” Karkat felt a warm feeling of relief build in his chest.

“ - a blood-thirsty hunter, a daughter of the sun - “ Fucking hell, she was still going. Relief was being swiftly overshadowed by irritation. This was definitely Kanaya.

“Are you really doing this? Now, of all times?”

She stopped, licked her lips. “I – if my new state is going to be a problem...”

Fuck, here comes the drama. He needed to nip this in the bud, before his melodramatic friend (did he have any other kind? God why did he want to be the leader of this bunch in the first place...) tied herself up in overemotional knots.

“Stop being an idiot.” He glowered at her. “Of course I'm uncomfortable. Not because of your whole revolving door in the fucking afterlife thing, though – you killed Prince Fishface before I could. I'm not going to accept this rampant fucking insubordination.”

She smiled again, and he could see jade tears glimmering in her eyes – jade shot through with tinges of purple, but he was already coming to terms with that. “My apologies, Karkat. I did not mean to usurp your vengeance.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you avenged yourself pretty fucking well. Not like I could have done any better.”

Karkat moved back to his computer, carefully skirting around the reminders of Eridan’s treachery. He’d noticed Trollian blinking away at him. Someone must have messaged him while he -

“Karkat.” Kanaya broke the silence again.

Karkat returned his attention to her and noted that she was fiddling with the hole in her dress, and that apparently draining the traitor dry had done something because she didn’t have a hole through her anymore and oh she was talking wasn’t she he should probably look her in the eye.

“Karkat,” Kanaya paused for a moment. “I think I am going to need blood regularly, now, at least that is what everything I have read leads me to believe - “

He cut off her ramble with a wave. “So I guess you can drink mine. I'm the fucking Knight of Blood, I've got this covered.” The jade-purple blush was kind of off-putting, but he was getting used to it. “I – look. I've got all sorts of useless bullshit blood powers that this game saddled me with, someone might as well benefit from let go of me.” She wasn't letting go. Fine, whatever. Nobody was going to see - Sollux was still unconscious, Feferi was...he shied away from that thought, and hugged Kanaya tightly. “Consider this a new order from your leader,” he whispered, choking back tears. “Don't fucking die again. Do you understand me, Kanaya? Never again.” He couldn't go through that again.

“I hear and obey, oh mighty leader,” she whispered back, sniffling into his neck.

They held that tableau for a moment. Then -

“Kanaya, get your fangs out of my neck, you just fucking ate.”

“Sorry.”

I just sort of got the idea and ran with it.

arcaneCalligramancer was kind enough to edit it for me and help me out with the narrative flow, so I guess this is a team victory or something.

Anyway, if you guys like it I guess I will write more about this alternate reality thing I have here.

You. Awesome. That's all there really is to say about that.