MSPA Fanfiction IV

[DJ-P0N3]

Alright
But I think I still ought to watch myself
my original plans now feel a little excessive.

[Wigmund]

No sex, no pregnancy, really careful with romance...basically stuff we've been pushing for most of this thread

[DJ-P0N3]

Son of a gun, it says nothing about the limits.
I think I will just stick with
Characters are allowed to die
Blood can be spilt
No excessive torture
No EXCESSIVE detail on anything

[KarneWarrior]

Eh?

Are you planning on writing a kismessitude? That's what it sounds like.

Actually on that subject I'd like to state that I don't like how some people seem to think Kismessitude is just like love except maso/sadistic or something. But that's just me.

[SkaianRedeemer]

It's kinda like that whole 'clap your hands if you believe in fairies' thing from Peter Pan, except it involves fanfics and me learning to catch my grammar mistakes before I hit the 'post' button.

Does... this mean we're supposed to applaud? It somehow doesn't seem quite right. EDIT: Though to be honest, I always thought applauding for Tinkerbell seemed really macabre. All the same, good luck on your grammar and have a good break, such as it is!

@MajorSillyBiscuits: Good luck trying to find your line. I've been there a few times and back, but never for something story-critical. Traditionally, I've planned to post alternate versions to other sites, but I never end up doing it and obviously that wouldn't work for everyone.

[DJ-P0N3]

it is MAYORSILLYBISCUITS

how do people keep thinking it is a j?

@Karne
No
its more of
Death from Problem Sleuth punishing the trolls who sinned.

[Decker]

I think it might be good to remember that if you think that censoring will take away from your writing, that this forum is not the only place to post Homestuck fan-fiction.
Of course, I love seeing what people write here. I'm not saying you shouldn't post things here. I'm just saying that if your fic breaks the forum rules and you still want people to see it, that there are other options.

[SkaianRedeemer]

it is MAYORSILLYBISCUITS

how do people keep thinking it is a j?

Ugh, why can't I read anyone's name right. So sorry.

[DJ-P0N3]

@Lexxy
What if I put a link to a fanfiction that is OUTSIDE of the forums, but breaks the rules?
Is that allowed?
As long as I put a NSFW as part of it?

If not, I will be careful with what I do, otherwise I will go with my original intent.


@Skaian
its okay
a few people have called me that.

[arcaneCalligramancer]

@Lexxy
What if I put a link to a fanfiction that is OUTSIDE of the forums, but breaks the rules?
Is that allowed?
As long as I put a NSFW as part of it?

If not, I will be careful with what I do, otherwise I will go with my original intent.


@Skaian
its okay
a few people have called me that.

I am not a mod but that is kind of grey-area-ing it! Personally I wouldn't see a problem so long as you clarified why it was being linked and not posted ('this is more violent than i feel comfortable posting here' might be ok, 'hot jade-on-jadesprite sexxings' definitely not ok, even to link) but I am not in charge of things!

[mutecebu]

Okay, guess I might as well TRY to explain this one
Its like Toy Story, except with trolls
this is less than 5 minutes of the movie
Dear god this is going to take forever .


Troll Story
part 1(?)

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The sun shines through the window of Andrew’s home; it illuminates the room and reveals a small city made of cardboard boxes. The boxes are crudely drawn upon with crayon and marker. The light shows most upon a box with the word ‘SALOON’ written in manuscript above a rather sketchy door. The other cardboard boxes have words and designs upon them; one reads a misspelled variation of the word ‘SCHOOL’. A large wanted poster takes up the entirety of a lone box, upon it is a picture of an egg headed boy with glasses and a ghost upon his shirt.

The wanted poster reads;
WANTED
$413 BOONZILLION
REWARD

As if from nowhere the egg headed fiend drops down from the sky, wielding a hammer. He shouts, “alright everyone, this is a stick up! Now don’t anybody move!” He waves his hammer around furiously to show he means business. He nears his hostages, their arms raised to the sky, ”now empty that safe!”

A blonde headed girl drops down and shakes about violently. From the Squiddle design on her shirt boondollars plop out onto the floor of the room. She shakes her head in disgust; all this was making her fairly nauseas.

The egg head gets to his knees, lowering his guard for only a moment to kiss the sweet, sweet boondollars as he chuckles, “ooohooohoo! money money money!”

The sea Sheppard cannot stand such a sad sight, her boondollars were being pilfered right from under her gills. She faintly demanded, “O)( stop it! Stop it you m-Ean old -Egg)(ead!”

The bandit raises his hammer to the Sheppard, “quiet bo fef! He exclaims, “or your lusii get culled!”

The Sheppard looks in terror as she sees her lovely seahorse lusii tied up and laid helplessly on the floor, they cry out, “Help us! Neigh!”

The Sheppard lays a hand across her forehead, she can feel herself getting light headed. ”O)( no, not my lusii! Som-Ebody do som-Et)(ing!”

Over the horizon, standing tall on the comforter laying upon the bed he stands. He jumps down and lands firmly, planting his two feet to the ground. He is looking down to the ground at first, but as he raises his head he speaks, ”uHHHH, rEACH FOR THE SKY,”

The egg head gazes at his oddly dressed apprehender in shock, ”oh noooo! its rufio!”

Rufio puffs his chest out strongly and states loud and clear, ”uH, iM HERE TO STOP YOU BUCKTOOTHED BART,”

Dentures pup out of the mouth of the egg headed fiend and he nearly falls forward, he curses under his breath as he falls to one knee, ”d’oh. how did you know it was me?!”

Rufio grins proudly and inquires, ”aRE YOU GOING TO COME QUIETLY,”

”you can’t touch me rufio! I came prepared with my lioness, with a built in forcefield!”

”wELL, uHHHH, i BROUGHT MY DRAGON, wHO EATS FORCEFIELD LIONESSES,”

The Dragon closed in on the lioness, the dragon opened its might jaw and clamped down on the lioness. Tearing the flesh from the bone, or at least would be if this was real. Instead the Dragon simply stomped on the ground and muttered under her breath. The lioness yelped out in terror and slinked away.

Bucktoothed Bart’s plan was foiled, he was raised high into the air and placed into a crib with a paper taped to it that read ‘JAIL’ as Rufio spoke aloud, ”yOURE GOING TO JAIL BART,” he thought for a moment and got back to his gloating, ”sAY GOODBYE TO THE WIFE AND YOLKS,”

A ghastly apparition shows itself behind Bucktoothed Bart, a laugh begins slowly and begins to grow louder as it nears him. Soon Bart is raised into the air as a flurry of laughs shiver him to the bone. Lil Cal begins to bang his head against the crib as his laughter continues. “HOO HOO HEE HEE” Bart’s glasses jettison off his face and onto the floor.

Andrew Hussie picks up Rufio and holds him up, pulling a string on his back as he says, “You saved the day again Tavros!” The string, actually a ripcord, slides back into its notch on Tavros’ back as a mildly scratchy voice speaks.

”uHHH, YOURE MY FAVORITE FLARPER.”

Andrew turns some of the cardboard boxes around to reveal some drawings of the host plushies from Fiduspawn. He throws an Oognibomb at one and laughs aloud as he proclaims, “Got’cha!” Andrew then moves to kick aside another box and places Rufio upon a Rocketchair of sorts. Andrew picks up the controller and grins widely, he messes with the dials and flies Rufio into a drawing of his hive on a cardboard box. He then picks up Rufio yet again and slaps his hand for a tiny high five, “Fly Pupa, fly.”

Rufio flies past a desert as he is held in Andrew’s hand, carried past the painting. Andrew places him on a railing next to the stairs, ”Come on pupa!” running down the stairs as Rufio slides down the rail in a swift and smooth fashion. Rufio hits the end of the railing and flies up into the air for a moment before being caught by Andrew and brought into a sweet embrace.

Andrew then runs over to a comfortable chair and places Rufio in it, he spins the chair for a moment then hops in it with Rufio. As they spin about in the chair Rufio can feel himself growing slightly dizzy as Andrew laughs happily. As the chair slows its spin Andrew takes Rufio and places him in front of the fold out footrest and pulls the lever back, sending Rufio flying once again. He lands comfortably onto the arm of the couch. Andrew raises his hands into the air and shouts, “Score!!”

Rufio slumps over in disbelief how incredibly silly that was. Andrew heads over to Ms. Paint and looks at the decorations around his manor. “Wow, cool!”

She smiles back at him, “What do you think?”

“Aww this looks great Ms. Paint!”

She giggles contently, “Hehe, okay birthday boy.”

“You got me everything I asked you for,” He hops up and down joyfully, Oh my gosh this is cool!”

“Yeah I think this is gonna be enough.”

“Can we leave this up till we move?”

Ms. Paint thinks for a moment before responding, “Sure we can leave it up! Now go get Lil Cal, your friends are going to be here any minute now.”

“Okay.” Andrew walks over to Rufio and picks him up, smiling before cheerily humming, “Its party time Tavros!” Andrew runs up the stairs and giggles to himself, “Fly Pupa, fly!”

As he enters his room Lil Cal is still laughing his hat off, his blank stare would chill the soul of a lesser being. He is still banging Bucktoothed Bart on the side of the crib. Andrew walks over to Cal and tips the hat of Rufio before saying, ”uHH, hOWDY THERE CAL,”. Lil Cal laughs idiotically and tosses Bart into the air soon the egg head lands onto the ground rather hard.

Andrew pulls the ripcord on Rufio’s back again and sets him on his bed, the voice roughly states, ”uHH, tIME TO START SOME SICK FIRES, bRO,”. Then slumping down onto the bed.

Andrew returns to Lil Cal and lowers the cribs bars, he picks up Cal and carries him downstairs, hoping he silences his disturbing laughter soon. He bids a fond farewell to Rufio, “See you later, Tavros!”

The room is silent for a moment, absolutely quiet. Rufio looks around for a moment before sitting up and fixing the hat upon his head. A worried look appears upon his face as he states in a shocked manner, ”pULL MY STRING, tHE BIRTHDAY PARTY IS TODAY,”. He thinks for a moment before waving his hands in the air and informing the others, ”oKAY, uHHHH, tHE COST IS CLEAR,”.

The rocketchair nudges its way slowly out of the closet, Sollux hops down off the bottom of the shelf and waddles forward. A Salamander pops out of the Treasure chest with a soft wheeze. Bucktoothed Bart, truly John Egbert, Sits up and begins to piece himself back together slowly, muttering in a disgruntled manner, ”that has got to be the creepiest thing ever. i have no idea why Andrew keeps it around.”.

The rocketchair hovers out of the closet and begins to zoom around in circles for no apparent reason. It flies by Johnny 5 and Falcor, whipping past a set of harlequins hopping into a clown car. Rose Lalonde inserts the boondollars back into her chest hole and caps it for safety. She notices Egbert approach her with his back turned, he is giggling like an idiot. He turns to her with a misformed face, everything misplaced. ”hey rose look, i’m Picasso!” .

She shakes her head and utters,”I don’t find that the least bit funny John. Try harder next time.”. She walks away from him with a displeased look on her face.

He scowls and sighs, ”you have no funnybone rose!”, he walks past another toy, ”what are you looking at you buckethead?”

The bucket looks to each side and shrugs, it really doesn’t get what it did wrong.

Wow. That was REALLY funny.

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Trials

Memories of the trial tend to be formative yet difficult to retrieve; buried and deeply private. By all accounts, Equius's trial had been a glorious thing; he had acquitted himself admirably, showing more strength and raw trollgrit than any hatchling in history. Yet for some reason, it remained a sore subject...

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"Help me with him."

"What are you doing?"

"What the fuck does it look like I'm doing with him?" He stumbles on legs he's not used to and tries to get the other troll's arm over his shoulders; he doesn't resist but he's not helping either. Purple blood trickles down his face and from scratches on his chest.

The third troll watches the two other moltlings anxiously. "I don't think we're supposed to..."

"Fuck you and fuck supposed to!" The nubby-horned troll wobbles under the slack weight of the other. "I know you're strong enough to help, you punched that goddamn thing into paste, so pick this shithead up and let's GO!"

"I didn't mean..." The third troll looks at his fist, blue blood seeping through scratches, then at the ruined manticore still twitching against the far cavern wall. "I'm not... one hundred percent certain..."

"SPIT IT! OUT!"

"He's meant to be our superior, isn't he? He has... the blood royal. But he's not..."

"YEAH, YEAH." Nubby-horns grits his fangs and takes a few more steps; his new limbs are getting stronger all the time. "No fucking GILLS, not like that CONDESCENDING ASSHOLE." The royal stirs, almost spilling them both over, and giggles to himself. "HOW ARE YOU SO MOTHERFUCKING HEAVY?" The blueblood wrings his (STRONG) hands and follows along, but still doesn't help.

"And he just... stood there and let that magnificent beast ravage him..."

"Yeah..." Nubby-horns grunts, prompting another wave of giggles.

"...mOtHeRfUcKiNg HeAvY, bRoThEr."

Rolled eyes. "I think... I think there was something wrong with what they were schoolfeeding him. Something wrong with the royal jelly. Maybe they were trying to poison him..."

The blueblood nods vigorously. "My own education informed me that such intrigue is common amongst the royal court."

The cranky guy tries to shrug, which is a bad idea. "Yeah, I don't know, I didn't waste much time lapping up that hemospectrum--" And the royal slips off and flops into the dirt. "GOD, YOU'RE SO FUCKING USELESS. I HATE YOU." He pounds the heels of his hands against his forehead.

"...sorry... msorry, don't hAtE me bRo... hahahaHaHaHa..."

"In retrospect I'm sure it was an ominous sign that that royal drone had such a curiously painted visage..."

"Yeah, okay, so he's fucking poisoned, you solved the goddamn mystery, now will you HELP ME?"

"....no," says the blueblood, wring his hands again. "These are the... trials, don't you see? We must stand or fall alone on our own. Particularly one of the royal blood, or how else can he dare call himself our superior?"

The cranky guy stares at him. "You fucker."

"It is... tradition..."

"He's our FRIEND! We already lost some of them in here, we can't just leave him--"

"If you had been properly fed you would understand... friendship is an abberation, a weakness..."

"FRIENDSHIP ISN'T A WEAKNESS, DUMBASS. IT'S A--IT"S... " The cranky guy balls up his fists, useless as it would be against the blueblood's strength. "Just get out of here."

"He is... a mutant. A freak." Both of them wince at that, not meeting each others' eyes. "He can never live as he is should, in sovereign power beneath the angry sea. We must leave him. It is for the good of the race. Of the blood."

"The BLOOD? THE BLOOD? DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT BLOOD!" He waves a finger in the blueblood's face, and in the face of that rage he takes a step back. "COWARD! TRAITOR! IF YOU'RE GOING TO GO THEN GO! NO ONE AND NOTHING NEEDS YOU."

"You... you will not speak to me so..." he quavers. "I am of noble lineage, the inheritor of--"

"OF SHIT! OF FUCK-ALL! OF GARBAGE! JUST GO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" The blueblood cracks his knuckles, wrestling with his anger and shame, and bolts into the caverns without looking, going deeper and deeper into the depths, meeting stronger and stronger monsters... and nothing more dangerous than himself. "WEAK! SO FUCKING WEAK!"

He's honored, of course, to be chosen by such a noble lusus. Aurthour bandages his broken horn and other wounds before they go in to plan his hive, and so he's there when they emerge, the cranky guy and the purpleblood. The royal ambulatory but still terminally confused, staggering and giggling cross-eyed at the world, singing to himself and his champion; his friend dripping his freakish mutant blood, the lowest of the low, howling in incoherent fury until he realizes there aren't any more beasts. He expects an insult, a fresh wave of rage, but they stagger past him, the highest and the lowest; like he's nothing at all.

Karkat chose to remain close-mouthed about his trial, as well, but of course that was nothing surprising coming from him. And Gamzee attributed his survival to the usual... and in truth, no one could think of a better explanation than a miracle.

Oh man this rocks. More, please!

[lucidSeraph]

Actually, re: the rules? I'm pretty sure the biggest one is NO SEX BETWEEN UNDERAGED CHARACTERS.

So you can write all the Mom/Dad you want.

*e* Also, yeah. There's some Purple!Dave stuff I have in my head that I will never, ever post here, because it breaks all the rules. All of them. At once. I may write it someday, but if I post it? It'll be anonymously.

[Doodled]

Son of a gun, it says nothing about the limits.
I think I will just stick with
Characters are allowed to die
Blood can be spilt
No excessive torture
No EXCESSIVE detail on anything

I've been pushing the last one a bit, haven't I?

[DJ-P0N3]

Son of a gun, it says nothing about the limits.
I think I will just stick with
Characters are allowed to die
Blood can be spilt
No excessive torture
No EXCESSIVE detail on anything

I've been pushing the last one a bit, haven't I?

Maybe, I think this jailing should be a sign we ought to be a bit more careful about pushing the envelope.

[Doodled]

Son of a gun, it says nothing about the limits.
I think I will just stick with
Characters are allowed to die
Blood can be spilt
No excessive torture
No EXCESSIVE detail on anything

I've been pushing the last one a bit, haven't I?

Maybe, I think this jailing should be a sign we ought to be a bit more careful about pushing the envelope.

Maybe.

But I think we're fine where we are with the violence.

Of course, having peoples' brains being gored out of their heads repeatedly and graphically... Yeah, that might be a bit much. [/understatement]

...

Sad face for Wigmund...

[Sionnan]

I've definitely pushed the excessive detail re: violence with the Bro death fic, I think? Maybe? I dunno. Hopefully not.

But, uh, good luck to everyone else. I love your stuff, you guys.

[Kassiopeia]

*e* Also, yeah. There's some Purple!Dave stuff I have in my head that I will never, ever post here, because it breaks all the rules. All of them. At once. I may write it someday, but if I post it? It'll be anonymously.

you'd better give me a link you terrible person

that said... I always kind of considered it a good guideline that if it wouldn't appear in the comic it shouldn't go here? So blood is okay, graphic torture not so much; flirting is okay, explicit sexy times noep? Something like that?

but yeah no pedo is pretty much the main one.

[-Benedict]

Writing an alt session AU thing in which the cast of Gunnerkrigg Court tries to guide players from Girl Genius through SBurb. I know I should keep writing Servers, but I'm not as ----EXCIT----ED! about writing romantic drama with Feferi and Eridan. Ok actually never mind, after this I'm writing Sollux trying to connect to Feferi as his brain starts to explode from the Glub.

Anyway crossover shenanigans let's go:

Homekrigg Geniusstuck: Part I

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ethericMechanic [EM] generated transmission to ALT ??????? [??]

EM: ok hey you you have to put that machine down and listen for a second!
??: Oh my god, what is that?
EM: wow i should probably explain how these words are appearing in front of you, it's prolly really confusing what's going on.
EM: but just wait a minute, this is really confusing for both of us!
??: Zeetha, what is that thing? Who is writing that?
EM: ok seriously, calm down and listen!
EM: you're supposed to be some kind of mad scientist person, i don't get how this freaks you out.
??: Is that thing talking to me?
EM: oh my gooood, yes, i'm trying to talk to you with this projection thingy!
EM: you'd think it would be pretty frickin' obvious!
??: ...ok, ok. Hello there!
??: ...
??: I think it stopped.
EM: no, argh, hold on a second, i'm trying to type up this big long explanation thing.
??: What?
EM: you guys invented ray guns and stuff and you don't even have computers, augh
EM: ok so that machine is like some weird old-timey analog of a game disk that will destroy the world, and apparently we need to help you not annihilate the universe or something from the past.
EM: so don't press any buttons yet!
??: This?
EM: oh my god yes that, put it down for a second and stop fondling it or you'll probably cause a paradox or something
EM: jesus
??: Moloch, could you go around behind that thing and try to find a power source to shut it off?
EM: aaaaaaa no, why would you do that, stop!
EM: you need our help, this is a big deal!
??: Uh... sorry?
EM: listen, we want you to get this apocalypse thing over with before you end up razing the planet with some crazy god prototyping like us, and then maybe you can save the world without having to pull this crazy mobius double-bond reacharound paradox stuff to get back!
EM: i spent sooooo much time trying to work out this whole plan to prevent you from totally destroying the world with this thing, and i don't care how crazy you are the apocalypse is a big deal!!!!
??: This thing is just spitting out meaningless doom prophecies.
??: Probably just as a warning to keep us from meddling with their strange frog superweapon.
EM: OH MY GOD STOP IIIIIT! stop talking like i am not talking to you, i can see you and you're right there and it's not a superweapon and it's hella dangerous and you need to deal with it safely! LISTEN TO ME!
??: Wait, stop. It can see us.
EM: aaa stop, i'm not an it, my name is kat donlan and i'm a real actual person from another frickin' universe which we're trying to make retroactively the same universe in order to save the world and YOU ARE NOT LISTENING TO ME!
??: I'm going to try communicating with the device.
EM: uuuuugh, my name is kat, stop pretending i am not here it is getting really old.
??: ...all right. How do we communicate with you?
EM: oh yeah hilarious, clearly this thing where i'm talking and you are responding is not communicating at all, how silly of me.
??: Oh- right. Of course. And how are you transcribing my words on this projection here?
EM: it's some magic chat client, or maybe like a magic mailbox since YOU'RE CRAZY ALTERNATE HISTORY UNIVERSE VICTORIAN PEOPLE, and you don't even have computers etc. etc.
??: Computers?
EM: uuuuugh never mind, we'll give you some computers to alchemize once we have this stupid game running
EM: right now you should declare a name for the transmission, so we can keep the records straight.
EM: once we start talking to all of you having you all be named ???? will be confusing.
??: My name is Agatha.
EM: no no no, you have to use like an alias, like that says something about you and who you are.
EM: and it has to be two words long, in like a specific format
EM: like i'm "ethericMechanic", because I'm a mechanic who has to work with crazy magic ether stuff.
??: Why?
EM: mostly the transmission protocols, but i mean i guess you could just use your name but then you're revealing you identity to anyone who contacts you!
EM: which i guess is pointless since you prolly wont be playing with anyone you don't know
EM: but it's good to be safe!
??: Er, ok, let me think.
??: How about "heterodyneRestoration"?
EM: ok let me put that into the user identity field thingy.

-- ALT ??????? [??] is now known as heterodyneRestoration [HR] --

EM: you can also pick a color for your words to appear in, i think, but that's not important right now.
EM: anyway, your treasure weapon thing.
HR: Yes, what is this?
EM: well, it's sort of a game.
EM: except it summons meteors to destroy the world.
HR: So a meteorological superweapon?
EM: not exactly.
EM: the meteors are supposed to hurry the players into the medium
EM: and there's adventures and stuff you have to do there.
EM: what we need you to do is cheat your way through the game so that you can create a universe.
HR: A universe?
EM: hee hee hee, you keep repeating the last thing i say like solid snake!
HR: Solid snake?
EM: hahahaha see like that, oh my god
HR: I'm starting to think you're just messing with me.
HR: Trying to distract me- YAH! While I- OOF! Try to open this device.
EM: stop that! it's dangerous! if you break that thing you could destroy the time thingy!
HR: Fine.
HR: You said something about a universe?
EM: yeah, but the thing is it can't be just any universe, we need you to recreate ours.
HR: And what's wrong with your universe?
EM: uh
EM: well we kind of can't go back
EM: we played the game, created your universe, and now we're stuck here somewhere near it's beginning.
HR: You created our universe.
HR: Oddly enough... I think I'm finding that hard to believe, somehow!
HR: Mysterious, isn't it?
EM: well the game did
EM: we just had to go through a bunch of pointless video game nonsense in order to make it work.
HR: I'm skeptical.
EM: what are you crazy? i made this floating glowy chat screen appear right out of frickin' nowhere, isn't that proof enough?
HR: A transspatial projector is supposed to make me believe you created a universe?
EM: uuuuugh oh my gooood
EM: what happened to "oh my god what is that" agatha, i mean come on
EM: anyway it's impossible that you can just leave that thing alone, because of paradox reasons that don't make sense, but i'm here to help you and the rest of the crazies that are going to play this game win before the meteors wreck the world.
EM: you have to get all of the game's levels super fast, take the quest bed to the battlefield thing, snatch the white king's scepter, stop the meteors, and then if you made sure to get our stasis chambers out of these frog ruins, get them through the medium with a god tier space player like smitty, then break us out of stasis, let us into the universe-makey door, and use the scepter to ride a few meteors back home.
EM: simple!
HR: I don't understand a word you just said, actually.
EM: yeah i guess we'll explain as you go on.
EM: first order of super important business is to distribute the machine's product thingies to the players, and get the medium activated.
HR: And I should do all that, rather than take the device, rain meteoric death on those who oppose me, and rule the world?
HR: Or simply leave this device here and not risk an apocalypse?
HR: Or take it apart and steal its secrets?

wanderingOcularis [WO] generated transmission to heterodyneRestoration [HR]

WO: If you were to do That, you would be Consigning twelve innocent People to the destruction of their Universe.
WO: Or rather, eight People, a robot, and three profoundly Guilty etheric Beasts.
WO: Which on balance, it Could be said, evens out to 5.5 Innocent people.
HR: Er...

wanderingOcularis [WO] ceased transmission to heterodyneRestoration [HR]

EM: aaaa, miss jones is sending a transmission, isn't she?
EM: hang on, let me move the viewport- yeah she, ok.
EM: ok so pleeeease, there are superweapons and cool powers and stuff in it for you prolly, and we need your help and if you don't someone else willmess it sall up anddf ill nevefrr see my oarernts againgndgggggg
HR: What?
EM: oh my god i got nervous anid im stillnervou i guess so i made lots of typeos and am becuadse we need your help a LOT!!!!!!!!!
HR: You said superweapons?
EM: uh, i guess?
EM: if you get creative with the alchemy system, i suppose you could make some cool stuff.
EM: oh, and we can send you the code for computers so that you don't have to be reverse-backwards victorian-era crazies who don't even know what typing is.
HR: So what do I do? Turn the dial with the spirograph on it?
EM: uh
EM: don't touch that yet!
HR: Too laaaaate!
EM: aaaaa oh wait ok there's the little ones inside
HR: What do I do with these? Throw them into the sky to summon meteors?
HR: Or perhaps I play a game of marbles with them?
HR: Or maybe hook them up to Uncle Ignatius' redraining apparatus?
HR: Or- yes! Yes! Set them in an extractive feedback loop with the power systems of TWENTY BUILDINGS, and set the collective induction coils to the REVERSE of the meteorite-catcher's umbrella signal, thus--
EM: what are you even talking about! you're doing the crazy evil science thing again!
HR: I...
HR: I guess I should... calm down.
EM: just decide who you'll need in this game and hand them out, i think.
EM: and then you spread out and set them up for different buildings?
EM: listen i didn't really pay attention to this part, you'll have to ask annie or smitty.
EM: brb

ethericMechanic [EM] ceased transmission to heterodyneRestoration [HR]

Also I need to voice my belated admiration for that Rose Strider fic- brilliant characterization, and I'd love to see a continuation- perhaps some Dave Lalonde?

[Layra]

I want to write some more installments of Screw, but I kind of need names for the MC and Snowman, the way that Jack Noir is his actual name, with Sovereign Slayer as a title and Spades Slick as an assumed moniker.
Ideas? Do we have any fanon-recognized names?

[apocalypticCritic]

I'm not certain you entirely caught Agatha's personality. But I guess we'll see.

*Critic's Seal of Approval* K'CHUNK

[-Benedict]

Yeah, it's largely because she needs to be ranted at a bit before she understands enough to take charge and get the Sparky, dynamic leadershipness she has going on. At this point, she's more or less an exposition target, so I had trouble writing her for that (and was actively afraid of exactly that criticism! guess I was right). Thanks. I assure you, you'll see. YOU'LL ALL SEE

Also Layra, I think there was a fic called Exiles that everybody liked but I could never find the first chapter of and hence couldn't follow that had names for the exiles, but I don't know about the MC. For Snowman, I don't have a suggestion per se, but in the card game Hearts, taking the queen of Spades gives you 13 points (and the objective is to avoid points). Or maybe it was 12, I haven't played in forever. Anyway, that's a connection.

[Katrika]

SC: GogDAMN that's brilliant!

[Caprisaurus]

Below 18 year old Equius (and Nepeta) thinks about the times he has to wake up early to feed the baby (conceived through Ectobiology).


Four in the morning

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The statement that the sound of the baby crying was horrible was one of the few things Equius and Nepeta could agree on wholeheartedly. It was particularly bad when the sound was heard over the baby monitor early in the morning and when Equius bothered to flop over to take a good look at the clock and found it said 4:20 a.m, with Nepeta saying she had to go to school tomorrow so it was Equius's turn to get up and feed her, despite that he had work tomorrow.He really didn't like having to get up out of the warm bed and shuffle down the hallway, with his robe halfheartedly thrown on to spare anyone else who happened to be up the sight of Equius in a pair of shorts that should have been thrown out long ago, but he did it because to put it simply if he didn't no one else would.

But even though it wasn't exactly what he wanted to do at the time, he had to admit that there was something special about being up this early, just sitting there in the rocking chair, gazing down at the small bundle in his arms who was content with the bottle she was given and the arms she was in. Who fell asleep so easily with his somewhat horrid crooning and the motions of the rocking chair in action. It was these mornings that he was able to just focus on someone and forget his current life and worries, such as his hope that Nepeta would not break something again and that his worry that he would be caught acting older than he already was just so he could get a better job. And while Equius would never admit it, despite the fact he lost sleep doing this and that he would pay for it later, these times were secretly treasured because he felt like something that was incredibly important to him. He felt like a lusus and that was all that really mattered to him at four in the morning.

@spacetimeCounselor
hfssjkfa KAT YES YES YES
YES
YOU MAKE THIS WORK YOU
<3

-skitters off to a dark corner-

[SkaianRedeemer]

I want to write some more installments of Screw, but I kind of need names for the MC and Snowman, the way that Jack Noir is his actual name, with Sovereign Slayer as a title and Spades Slick as an assumed moniker.
Ideas? Do we have any fanon-recognized names?

I'm afraid you're out of luck, Layra. There have been names for the MC used by authors before, but I've never seen any repeats. In fact, the only standardized name for any of the unnamed characters is Grandpa Hass. Good luck coming up with names!

[DJ-P0N3]

Diamonds Droog = Draco Devito
Clubs Deuce = Clarence Dee
Hearts Boxcars = Henry Beatnik

Off the top of my head.