MSPA Fanfiction IV

[DJ-P0N3]

@Raequiem
DO IT
DO IT
DO IT

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4 different letters, 1 space for each, repeated 3 times
>8D
413.

[Decker]

(oh god just got an awful idea for Jade/Terezi femslash no no no no no no no no)

Not something you see that often.

[Kassiopeia]

I think Jade/Terezi could be cute.
M1SS 4PPL3 SOUR C4NDY >:O

[Twigwise]

More crossover stuff with Smitty and the best character. Kind of short, since I decided it would be more hilarious to write Parley halfway through. Smit's just kind of a straight man- there's little dynamic besides him being a straight man to the antics contained herein.

Homekrigg Geniusstuck: Part II

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rightWay [RW] generated transmission to ALT ??????? [??]

??: WHAT in the esteemed name of the SEVENTH POPE is THAT?
RW: This is an ethereal transmission from a being from another universe.
??: ALIENS, hmm? I'll make SHORT WORK of that!
??:
RW: Please don't shoot holes in the transmission window.
RW: I'm here to help you through this game thing.
??: A GAME? Surely you know that a GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER has no time to play GAMES, you evil floating alien THING!
??: YAAAA!
RW: Stop that.
RW: I'm trying to help you avert the apocalypse.
RW: This is kind of a big deal.
??: LIES!
RW: For the love of god, don't shoot off that crazy space laser again.
??:
RW: I'll just patch that one up.
??: No alien evades the BLISTERING JUSTICE of my firearms!
??: Have at thee!
RW: Ok, you're punching the partially incorporeal chatbox.
RW: Are you done?
??: My FISTS of ANGRY POWER have no effect on you!
??: What are you UP to, vile FIEND?
RW: I'm trying to let you know that in the next few seconds, a servant from the castle will rush past you and slip you a device that has the ability to end the world.
RW: And following that, I'd like to help you avert said ending.
??: And why should I TRUST-- Oof! (sorry!)
RW: And now that you have the device, you need to unpack it carefully and follow my instructions to the letter.
??: What manner of fiendish SPARK are you, that you would ENTRUST a legendary figure such as MYSELF with this POWER?
RW: What, you mean a magic mad scientist person?
RW: No, this is different.
RW: Slide the frog symbol on the device up to the red light.
??: NOT SO FAST!
??: Where do YOU get off giving ORDERS to OTHAR TRYGGVASSEN, GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER?
RW: What, is that your title?
RW: Let me plug that in for you.

-- ALT ??????? [??] is now known as gentlemanAdventurer [GA] --

GA: What is the MEANING of this GHOSTLY SCRIPT? What MADNESS are you perpetrating?
RW: It's just a chatlog. And there's your handle.
RW: Pretty sure you should be gold.
GA: And now your INSIDIOUS record of my MIGHTY words has been GILDED, no doubt by some devilish device built by your MAD MASTER!
RW: What? No, I just- never mind.
RW: Listen, see the little meteorites raining down on the big castle?
GA: What SCIENTIFIC SORCERY is THIS?
GA: Have you passed your insane JUDGEMENT on the innocent citizens of the fair MECHANICSBURG?
RW: No, that would be the game. If all goes well, it should stop once you and the nutcases who're doing this with you stop the Reckoning inside.
GA: And I don't suppose YOU would tell me how to STOP this INFERNAL RAIN?
RW: If you would LISTEN for one second, you'd find that that's exactly what I'm trying to tell you.
RW: Now get back inside that coffee shop and I'll get you set up to save the world.
GA: And how is COFFEE supposed to HELP me in my NOBLE ENDEAVORS?
RW: No, it's because you need a building. And preferably something sentient to prototype with. Just... get in there, I'll have Parley get you set up in a minute. The madgirl is having trouble with her stupid cruxite bug thing.
RW: Later.
GA: You haven't heard the last of ME, fiend! I'll hunt you and you NEFARIOUS MASTER to the ENDS of the GLOBE!

rightWay [RW] ceased transmission to gentlemanAdventurer [GA]

@u@ Is it possible to make a happy smiley happier than that to show how I feel? CUZ OH MAN. I don't read GC but I'm an avid fan of GG... you got Othar down wonderfully :3

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Oh my goodness the Jaegers what why did Dimo get prototyped oh dear this will not end well with Oggie being the player as much as I love that knucklehead. But I definitely can't wait for Jaegers!

[arcaneCalligramancer]

Wig, if you don't want to wait a week, PM me your email and I'll give you an invite.

Also I think it's cool how well you're taking this jailing. More proof that this is the best fandom ever. Good luck with college stuff!

Ninja'd by SC. I'm loving this GC/GG fic (oh god just got an awful idea for Jade/Terezi femslash no no no no no no no no)

do it

do it do it do it do it do it

[Wigmund]

Wig, if you don't want to wait a week, PM me your email and I'll give you an invite.

Also I think it's cool how well you're taking this jailing. More proof that this is the best fandom ever. Good luck with college stuff!

Ninja'd by SC. I'm loving this GC/GG fic (oh god just got an awful idea for Jade/Terezi femslash no no no no no no no no)

Thanks for the offer Rae. I'll take you up on it.

I'm taking this jailing well because it's over something that was completely my fault. No need to berate Lexxy for doing her job. Either that or the pills I take for anxiety and depression have made me chill to near Dave-like levels.

[egregiousBass]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

[lucidSeraph]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

Naw man he'd take it as a victory. he'd have pissed someone off enough to get his ass banned. Come ON.

[raequiem]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

BEST FIC EVER

by Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

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WERE DOIN IT MAN
WHERE MAKIN THIS HAPEN

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AND THEN THEY PORKED

*banhammered*

[DJ-P0N3]

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[KarneWarrior]

No, it needs an additional spoiler, something that goes like this.



..............................................and then, PREAGNENECY???????

[Kawa]

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AND THEN THEY PORKED

I AM HAPPY TO READ THIS.

[MneumonicCarbuncle]

No, it needs an additional spoiler, something that goes like this.



..............................................and then, PREAGNENECY???????

AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA

sorry that sent me over the edge.

just wanted to pop in and wave a GO FOR IT banner at all of you and blow on like hella kazoos. i don't usually get a chance to comment but seriously, everything in here is so fascinating and inspiring and you people are a bunch of goddamn wizards

This thread makes me feel great.

[Katrika]

=D

Yay, happy feelings!

[SkaianRedeemer]

@Raequiem: On the subject of Bright Eyes, I like how it's been portrayed from Terezi's point of view despite the focus being elsewhere but ultimately I have to agree with Decker and go with "write whatever you want".

@Dermonster: Wow, site must really like you, I'm jealous!

@Graven: Yes, more Indystuck!

[sebastian]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

BEST FIC EVER

by Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

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WERE DOIN IT MAN
WHERE MAKIN THIS HAPEN

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AND THEN THEY PORKED

*banhammered*

Ok, this. This is the peak of the thread, no, of the forum. Starting from this everything is going downhill.

Oh, and about Bright eyes, how I have already said on its first installment, I AUs.

[Sionnan]

I've been itching to write a really terrible Strider installment, like Rose worthy purple prose melodrama. So I started with a hospital scene because hell yes soap opera shenanigans.

Instead this came out. It was something that had been lurking in my mind, which is summed up as this: no matter what happens, there have to be consistencies in the timeline in order for certain things to take place and to be. People have played with this notion by making alternate versions of the kids- if this were different, how would that affect them? Instead, this is kind of the opposite: something different does happen, but the timeline corrects itself to be consistent. Mostly because I find the idea of a thread of existence being self aware is horrifying.

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Dave sat by the bed. He reached up, pushing his fingers under the glasses he always wore.

Why did he wear them?

Because his eyes were copper.

Because his eyes were red, doofus.

Because his bro wore them.

And now.

What now? What now, because at least half of the reason why was lying under that sheet on top of that bed in this lukewarm room where there were no sounds.

Why, Bro? Why?

Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me?

Why was a pretty stupid question right now, because it was obviously never going to get answered.

The door opened, puffing the sheet. It realigned itself across the outline of his face, and settled again like a sigh.

In school, he learned the ancient Egyptians took casts of the dead person's face and used it to make the likeness on the sarcophagus.

His throat was too tight.

Watching Bro's nosebridge, the dimples his lips made in the sweep of the sheet.

He wanted to lift it.

Someone was talking to him, and he was nodding and humming, and leaving before the lady in the suit with tired eyes and a briefcase could come up to him and start talking at him.

He knew what she would say. He didn't need to hear it.

The last thing he saw was the soles of Bro's feet as the door on it pneumatic hinge slowly shut behind him, pale and bloodless in the stark light, where the sheet didn't quite cover.

The city felt like a lolling beast, growling and grinding its teeth, rolling in throes. He waited in crowds for the lights to change. He took the elevator up to the top floor.

He could smell his brother. There was something building behind his eyes, in his throat. An unfinished bowl of cereal sat on Bro's desk, Cal propped in his chair.

He slipped under the blanket patterened with diamonds and hearts and spades and clubs. Everything dimmed in increments.

The tv blared on as it had when he came in. The fan whirred, the city screeched. He sat up. His ankles ached when he put his feet to the floor.

With nothing better to do, he went to the living room.

The door revealed the room with a bland flourish, a ringmaster in white sweeping an arm to show the wonders of an empty room.

The cereal sat on the table with the puppet in its chair.

A head, above the level of the couch, swiveled to apraise him. "Hey man, what's happenin'?" And turned again to view the screen.

Dave plodded across the room, the hems of his jeans rasping on the floor. The rungs of the futon dug into his hips where he stopped. Shielded eyes flicked to meet his gaze, and the mattress made a low thump where a hand patted it.

Dave sat.

The room was quiet, for all the noise the tv was making. It felt as if someone had drawn a breath they couldn't let go. Maybe Dave was just projecting.

"Was I dreaming?"

"No."

[Kassiopeia]

Rose worthy purple prose melodrama.

aw man but that's my thing

BUT YES THIS WAS PRETTY INTRIGUING/CREEPY. I could have maybe done with a little more description because I found it hard to tell what was happening at times, but I'm kind of a dumbass, so. Your language is very spare and beautiful, as ever.

[JudgeDeadd]

lojalniOslana

If that's supposed to mean "loyal protection" then it's "lojalna osłona".

Also as a GKC fan I heartily support this product or service you are offering. This can only end well.

[Valter]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

BEST FIC EVER

by Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

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WERE DOIN IT MAN
WHERE MAKIN THIS HAPEN

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AND THEN THEY PORKED

*banhammered*

i'm not sure how ironically writing underage sex is better than writing it seriously

[Doodled]

I'm sure Dave would flip the fuck out if he got jailed for posting his SBAHJ smut.

BEST FIC EVER

by Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

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WERE DOIN IT MAN
WHERE MAKIN THIS HAPEN

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AND THEN THEY PORKED

*banhammered*

Excuse me for a second.

I have to die laughing.

[MneumonicCarbuncle]

oh my god i make a comment post and suddenly Sionnan posts a striderfic


ps: guys I'm really enjoying Indystuck, also dat AHiHH upd8 omgggggg

seriously you people are magical

pps: sionnan i'm your biggest fan /whimper
BroXMom fic was fic of the year, all years

[KarneWarrior]

Trial by Void
Egg tooth

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It fizzed.

The yolk like a moon over sickly green skies then they're gone. Slime poured forth, staining the ground a dark grey with moisture. Tiny legs, little more than thumbtacks, scratched insistantly at the paneled stone blocks. The soft squish of hatching eggs echoed wetly around the chamber.

The grub wriggled loose of the gelatinous ball of the egg. It breathed, for the first time, the dirty mix of Methane, Helium and Nitrogen that made up Alternia's atmosphere. Its lungs crackled, opening up to accept this newfound source of life. Muscles twitched in unison as the grub took its first breath.

But already there was a threat. Even with it's eyes closed, the grub sensed another, nearby, begin to thrash as a massive grub bit into its back. Something in its mind told the grub to flee, something else told it to fight, and in contrast to the others shouts and yells of instinctive alarm there was a third voice. A soft one. One that simply said, watch.

But the others drowned out the softer voice, and the grub leaped to the defense of the second grub, throwing its small form against the Massive One with all the strength it could muster. Blindly it bit and clawed, bringing sweet relief to the wounded grub nearby. The Massive One, surprised, retreated away, spraying the world with phermones that said "Danger! Fear! Fear!"

The Newborn Grub wriggled the couple inches to the Wounded Grub, and, acting on instinct once again, began to lick them clean. The blood had a odd tast to it. Instinctively the Newborn Grub knew that this would be a blue-blood, although he knew no name for the color, or even of any other colors. Everything was deeply subconscious, deeply intwined in the back of the Newborn's head. So too was the first noise it uttered, as it cleaned the Wounded ones bleeding side.

"Azla."

The Wounded One rolled over to let Azla at the scratches on its underbelly. It too uttered noise, but it had a more nasally ring to it, and a slight hissing sound underneath it all.

"Iksti"

And so the two grubs, Azla and Iksti, found in themselves friends in a land of enemies and emptyness. Amidst the darkness, the two found and knew eachother, despite their eyes still being closed.

And in the skin of the Massive purpleblood, embedded in the soft flesh of a newborn grub, Azla's eggtooth, shimmering yellow-white in the dim electric lights.

A/N

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No this is not Karkat and Terezi. I just don't want you to know what Azlas blood is yet. You'll find out when he does.

There are so few fan-fics dealing with the birth and life of a normal troll. Most of the fantrolls end up playing SGrub, or some variant of it. I want these two to remain on Alternia, so no Sgrub for them! Besides, they need to derve a little while in the fleet. >:)

[lucidSeraph]

@sionnan:

The city felt like a lolling beast, growling and grinding its teeth, rolling in throes.

This is just a very nice sentence. Yes.

[Twigwise]

I've been itching to write a really terrible Strider installment, like Rose worthy purple prose melodrama. So I started with a hospital scene because hell yes soap opera shenanigans.

Instead this came out. It was something that had been lurking in my mind, which is summed up as this: no matter what happens, there have to be consistencies in the timeline in order for certain things to take place and to be. People have played with this notion by making alternate versions of the kids- if this were different, how would that affect them? Instead, this is kind of the opposite: something different does happen, but the timeline corrects itself to be consistent. Mostly because I find the idea of a thread of existence being self aware is horrifying.

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Dave sat by the bed. He reached up, pushing his fingers under the glasses he always wore.

Why did he wear them?

Because his eyes were copper.

Because his eyes were red, doofus.

Because his bro wore them.

And now.

What now? What now, because at least half of the reason why was lying under that sheet on top of that bed in this lukewarm room where there were no sounds.

Why, Bro? Why?

Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me?

Why was a pretty stupid question right now, because it was obviously never going to get answered.

The door opened, puffing the sheet. It realigned itself across the outline of his face, and settled again like a sigh.

In school, he learned the ancient Egyptians took casts of the dead person's face and used it to make the likeness on the sarcophagus.

His throat was too tight.

Watching Bro's nosebridge, the dimples his lips made in the sweep of the sheet.

He wanted to lift it.

Someone was talking to him, and he was nodding and humming, and leaving before the lady in the suit with tired eyes and a briefcase could come up to him and start talking at him.

He knew what she would say. He didn't need to hear it.

The last thing he saw was the soles of Bro's feet as the door on it pneumatic hinge slowly shut behind him, pale and bloodless in the stark light, where the sheet didn't quite cover.

The city felt like a lolling beast, growling and grinding its teeth, rolling in throes. He waited in crowds for the lights to change. He took the elevator up to the top floor.

He could smell his brother. There was something building behind his eyes, in his throat. An unfinished bowl of cereal sat on Bro's desk, Cal propped in his chair.

He slipped under the blanket patterened with diamonds and hearts and spades and clubs. Everything dimmed in increments.

The tv blared on as it had when he came in. The fan whirred, the city screeched. He sat up. His ankles ached when he put his feet to the floor.

With nothing better to do, he went to the living room.

The door revealed the room with a bland flourish, a ringmaster in white sweeping an arm to show the wonders of an empty room.

The cereal sat on the table with the puppet in its chair.

A head, above the level of the couch, swiveled to apraise him. "Hey man, what's happenin'?" And turned again to view the screen.

Dave plodded across the room, the hems of his jeans rasping on the floor. The rungs of the futon dug into his hips where he stopped. Shielded eyes flicked to meet his gaze, and the mattress made a low thump where a hand patted it.

Dave sat.

The room was quiet, for all the noise the tv was making. It felt as if someone had drawn a breath they couldn't let go. Maybe Dave was just projecting.

"Was I dreaming?"

"No."

...I'm not really sure what I just read. In the sense that if I really understood it my brain would break and I'd be more freaked out than I am now.
Did...
Did Bro die? And... Dave knew this and remembered this but the Universe made it not happen?
*Cold shivers*

*Edit* I just read back over this post and realized that I didn't say that it's officially my favorite chapter, just for the strangeness and prose of it all.