Here, have the shortest most symbolic Tavros sadfic ever.
The bull slowly looked up from the scorpion's sting, a breed of wonder drowning his liquid amber eyes. "But why," he asked. He had carried her, just as she asked, favoring her even as he feared her, his gentle nature overriding his mistrust.
The scorpion watched the light flee from his gaze, as his mouth, normally in a languid smile, slowly relaxed. She gave a tight lash of a smile, a dark thrill coursing through her veins.
"Because," she said in simple response. "It is in my nature."
Last edited by Sionnan; 01-17-2011 at 11:03 AM.
Strider brothers fics (many thanks go to egregiousBass for compiling them):
Musical Interlude- Dave tries to ironically score in the ongoing fight to one-up his brother. By joining the school chorus.
Trees and Tentacles- Bro's insomnia leads to inspired art and a little brotherly bonding time.
Undone- Dave tries to see his brother one last time.
Supermarket Shenanigans- in an early installment of the Striders, Bro looses Dave in a store. Cue panic.
My House- Dave butts heads with a lady friend of his brother's.
Binary- Bro's life and death are simple and convoluted affairs.
Climb- a brief look at where Bro is after he rocketboards off the roof.
Key- Bro teaches Dave the key behind being an ironic roof rapping ninja.
Parenthood- What Bro had to go through to make Dave what he is.
Parental Guidance- Parent teacher conferences are never fun for anyone involved.
Of Bathrooms and Beatdowns- The Striders' early morning rituals turn into unpleasant experiences at a party bro dj's at; aka roofies are never okay.
The Two of Us Are Dying- Bro has dreamt of his death sporadically for the past 13 years. Fallout.
Rap Battle!- One of the brothers' many sylladex hashrap battles. Chaos ensues.
If Illness was This One- Bro Strider is sick. Dave is not happy. The pumpkin shows up. [what pumpkin?]
Puppets and Porn- Bro Strider runs a faux/real puppet pr0n website from his home. With a minor in it. Of course someone was going to be totally not cool about it.
Puppet Porn pt II- Child protective services get called. Shit gets real. THE APARTMENT IS CLEAN OMGOMGOMGOMG
Voyeur- Jack Noir watches as Bro dies at his feet.
Surprise!- Dave wakes up on his birthday to the usual Strider shenanigans.
When "Puppets" Go Bad- Dave watches a clip of a video on Bro's computer of what looks to be a puppet trying to kill him in his sleep. Though, that's not quite the case.
CL: ...So what you're saying is,
CL: We get to, like...
CL: Play around with video-game versions of ourselves?
CL: That sounds a-pretty cool-like...
MP: No, no, no, Strong Bad!
MP: That's not how it works at all!
MP: How's your installation going, by the way?
CL: It's at roughly thirty-teen percent.
MP: That's nice!
CL: Whoa!
MP: What?! What happened to you, Strong-Wafers?!
CL: Um...
CL: I'm just going to ignore that, but...
CL: My computer's making this little beeping noise.
CL: I'd type out the sound effect, buuuut that's Coach Z's territory...
MP: That means somebody's trying to contact you!
CL: Really?
CL: That sounds a-pretty... Wait a minute...
CL: Did you tell them my chumhandle?!
MP: *shrug*!
SHOW PESTERLOG
-- ???? enlightenedOrator [EO] began pestering cynicalLuchador [CL] --
CL: Look, Double-Bottom.
CL: If you pester me on here again, I will relieve you of your non-broken internal organs!
CL: Do you understand?
?EO: AaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAa
CL: What?!
?EO: AaAaAaIIIIIII'M JUst a FrieDnly RemINDURH
CL: You're not Strong Sad!
?EO: dONoAon't Look NOW!
?EO: PrecipiTAY TION is the onLy waY To non--UN-win!
CL: Holy crap, Homsar.
CL: Shut up!
?EO: YOoOoO've GOT mai WahRNING!
CL: DELETED
CL: /DELETE
0_0
This was a dumb idea I had that just spiraled out of control, whoops.
Get Over It
Open Pesterlog
terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
CA: fuckin
CA: gam wwhat is it
TC: Oh MaN bRo, I jUsT fUckInG sPaCeD oUt FoR a MiNuTe ThErE, yOu KnOw?
CA: yes
CA: yes spacin out is definitely a thin i do all the time
CA: noww if you dont mind ivve got some serious fuckin issues to be dealin with
TC: Oh MaN tHaTs RiGhT
TC:yOu ArE tHe DoG wItH aLl Of ThE eMoTiOnS
TC:yOu JuSt NeEd To FuCkInG cHiLl
CA: because this is somethin you havvent told me a million times before
CA: and i wwill definitely listen to you noww
TC: Im FuCkInG sErIoUs BrO, jUsT cHiLl OuT
TC: iTs NoT lIkE tHeReS aNy DrOnEs To WoRrY aBoUt
CA: wwait shit
CA: gamz could you just say that again
CA: only wwithout the dumb typin quirk
TC: uh
TC: im fucking serious bro, just chill out
CA: not that you fuckin moron
CA: the thin after that
TC: well alright motherfucker
TC: its not like theres any drones to worry about
CA: okay thats
CA: thats wwhat i thought you said
CA: rrhggujfri
TC: Oh MaN wHaT tHe MotHeRfUcK wAs ThAt?
CA: that wwas just me bangin my head on this wwall
CA: dumb fuckin computer glasses
TC: FuCk, YoU hAvE cOmPuTeRs In YoUr GlAsSeS?
TC: fUcKiNg MiRaClEs
CA: gam if you could just hold on to wwhatevver other inane thins you havve to say
CA: somthin vvery important has just come up that i need to take the time to concider
TC: NaW bRo TaKe YoUr TiMe
God, you are an idiot.
All this time begging for romance and it hadn't even hit you that there wasn't a point to it.
No buckets, no drones, and it took a fucking clown saying it for you to realize.
You sit on the ground, in the middle of the room; no one gives a damn.
Another epiphany, they haven't for a while now.
Fuck. You could cry, in fact you would if you didn't risk other people seeing you.
You need a distraction, luckily you already have one.
Open Pesterlog
CA: alright im back i guess
CA: uh gam
CA: you there
TC: Aw YeAh BrO,i'M hErE
TC: jUsT sPaCeD aGaIn, YoU dIg?
CA: yeah sure
CA: thats cool just keep on doin wwhaevver i guess
TC: MaN bRo, YoU sOuNd EvEn LeSs ChIlL tHeN bEfOrE, wHaT's Up? CA: i dunno
CA: i guess i just realized wwhat a huge tool i am
TC: fUcK yOu KnOw ThAt Is DeFInItElY a ThInG yOu ArE sOmEtImEs
CA: yeah
CA: yeah it is
CA: thanks a lot gam
You sit there for what feels like forever, thinking. Sure, you've failed at this romance thing, right? And alienated pretty much everyone still alive; including yourself at this point.
Fuck, you need another distraction, witch is given to you when a sickeningly blue message flashes up on your glasses.
Open Pesterlog
arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
AG: Heeeeeeeey Eridan!
CA: hey could you just shut the fuck up
CA: i dont wwant to talk to you right noww
CA: or probably fuckin evver again
caligulasAquarium [CA] blocked arachnidsGrip [AG]
You decided right then and there that you are going to give up on romance entirely. At least, if not especially the blackrom variety. You've made enough of a fool of yourself as it is.
Before you can get to deep into your depression, another message flashes up on you screen; still blue, but a better shade at least.
Open Pesterlog
gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
GC: H4H4H4H4
GC: OH MY GOD 3R1D4N WH4T D1D YOU DO
GC: VR1SK4 LOOKS P1SS3D 4H4H4
CA: wwhat noww
CA: i just told her to fuck off and i blocked her
CA: nothin really out of the ordinary
GC: HMMM
GC: >:|
GC: SH3 W4S BOTH3R1NG M3 4BOUT BL4CKROM 34RL13R
GC: 1 WOND3R 1F TH4T H4S 4NYTH1NG TO DO W1TH 1T?
CA: probably not seein as howw im the last person wwho she wwould evver come to for somthin like that
CA: besides i just gavve up on romance anywways
GC: WH4T NOW
GC: HOLD UP, 1V3 GOTT4 G3T A B3TT3R T4ST3 OF TH4T
GC: …
GC: H4H4H4H4
GC: NO FUCK1NG W4Y, 3R1D4N 4MPOR4 G1V1NG UP ON ROM4NC3
GC: NOW 1V3 SM3LL3D 1T 4LL
CA: yeah laugh wwhile you can
CA: its the cold hard fuckin truth
GC: OH 1 B3L1V3 YOU
GC: 1 GU3SS YOU F1N4LLY R34L1Z3D TH4T YOU W3R3 4N 3NOURMOUS TOOL, HUH?
CA: pretty much yeah
GC: W3LL 1 HOP3 YOU ST1CK TO TH1S NO ROM4NC3 TH1NG
GC: TH1NGS W1LL B3 SO MUCH N1C3R 4ROUND H3R3 W1THOUT YOU WH1N1NG 4LL TH3 T1M3!
GC: H4H4H4H4H4
Damnit. Why did you ever consider her as an auspictice? No doubt she would have been the worst.
You sit there for a few more minutes; you're wasting your time, you know this, but you're not in the mood to do much of anything other than brood right now.
Something hits you in the back of the head. You pick up the offending object, a horn. Figuring it's Gamzee, you turn your head to shoot him a glare.
Only it's not Gamzee, it's Vriska. Fuck.
You hear her start up with a predictable,”Heyyyyyyyy fishboy! What the hell is your problem?”
You reply with words she'd never think to hear coming from you, ”You're my fuckin problem, leavve me the fuck alone”
It's almost satisfying to see her face contort into a snarl, almost.” What's wrong? Dualscar feeling a bit under the weather?”
You spit back”You sorry bitch, I'll havve you knoww that i'm done wwith romance, forevver.”
You can hear Terezi laughing, everyone else seems oddly quiet.
” Hahahahahahahaha, you give up on romance? Really? I'll believe that when I see it!”
”You're seein it right noww! Noww leavve me the fuck alone.”
Surprisingly, she listens to you, and instead of throwing a fit like you expected goes through the transportalizer. She almost looked... disapointed?
The only sounds in the room are the humming of computers and Terezi's laughter.
It takes you a moment to process what just went on.
Vriska. Blackrom.
You bury your face in your hands.
What did you do?
CM: and then a creeper showed up
DS: aww lad i hate those things
DS: we call em hissants down here
CM: i can imagine
CM: sometimes
CM: i still get nightmares about it
MR: Okaaaaay
MR: This memo is getting increasingly pointless, and Tim hasn't gotten online for an hour
MR: I'm thinking maybe I should get someone else in or just let another pair do their thing
NG: sounds good
CM: yeah you got a whole world to go and check out
CM: if tim wants to spend his last few hours on earth making kissy face then let him
RM: dude.
RM: mental imagery.
RM: not cool.
MR: Aaaaaand I'm out
mischeviousRobot ceased responding to memo
OPEN SPRITELOG
CURLY: }Misery.
CURLY: }MISERY!
CURLY: }Come on, you've been floating like that with that look on your face for fifteeen minutes! Answer us!
MISERYSPRITE: :o
QUOTE: |:'
QUOTE: *slap*
MISERYSPRITE: XC
MISERYSPRITE: 8|
MISERYSPRITE: Oh my.
MISERYSPRITE: This is... quite a rush.
BALROG: I warned you about sprites, Misery!
BALROG: I told you!
MISERYSPRITE: Look, shut up.
MISERYSPRITE: There's a lot to process here.
CURLY: }So, do you know anything new about the game?
MISERYSPRITE: I think so.
MISERYSPRITE: But King got most of it.
CURLY: }So, he's still in there?!
MISERYSPRITE: Indeed.
MISERYSPRITE: Unfortunately, he still percieves me as his mortal enemy.
QUOTE: \:|
CURLY: }Is there any way to... to let him out?
MISERYSPRITE: You're suggesting I allow his personality to take mine over, possibly annihilating it.
CURLY: }...
CURLY: }Yes.
MISERYSPRITE: Fine.
MISERYSPRITE: Your wish is my command....
MISERYSPRITE: ...
QUOTE: ...?
KINGSPRITE: Well, look here.
KINGSPRITE: Looks like you managed to save the village after all.
CURLY: }King! You're back!
KINGSPRITE: Yep.
KINGSPRITE: And it looks like you've saved the whole island, too.
KINGSPRITE: Not once, but twice now.
KINGSPRITE: I'm impressed.
CURLY: }I take that to mean you know about the game.
CURLY: }And the meteors, and all...?
KINGSPRITE: Ho, yes.
KINGSPRITE: But this goes a lot farther than just saving yourselves.
KINGSPRITE: Let me tell you a little story...
OPEN PESTERLOG:
VV: So, the captain's...
VV: Evil?
DF: Not evil.
DF: Just thoroughly misguided.
VV: And you want me to betray him.
DF: Well, it's either that or you and everyone else on the ship getting a faceful of sword.
DF: Tick tock, Vermillion.
VV: ...
VV: Alright.
VV: If it'll save us, I'll do it.
DF: Good, good.
DF: I'm wiring you the plan now.
In case there's anyone left who would like to join the fanficcers' SBurb RP you may have noticed us starting, the secondary session needs one more player to make an even team.
Professor Layton and the Puzzling Crossover, Part One
-dapperDetective has started annoying pluckySidekick-
D How are you doing, Luke?
PS: Professor, I don’t think I LIKE this game!
D Now now, we must perservere. That’s what a gentleman does!
PS: Alright…
D Now, what seems to be the problem?
PS: It’s just, gee, Professor, I’m buried in shorts!
D Pardon?
PS: Shorts everywhere! Growing from trees! Making up buildings. EDIBLE SHORTS!
D Have you tried to find a puzzle about them?
PS: Puzzle? Professor, they’re shorts!
D Even a pair of shorts can hide great secrets, Luke.
PS: I suppose you might be right…
D I’m certain you will figure it out.
PS: Gosh, I guess I better get started! Talk to you later, Professor!
D Until next time.
-pluckySidekick has ceased annoying dapperDetective-
A/N:
Professor Layton is the Gentleman of Logic with the Land of Mysteries and Enigmas. He fights with swordkind and uses Riddle Modus. Luke is the Page of Keen in the Land of Shorts and Enthusiasm. He fights with Hatkind and uses Pocket Modus.
CIVILIZATIONS IV:
Part one: Dawn of Man and colon cancer
Originally Posted by Karkat Vantas, god-king of the people of the BEST FUCKING NATION
THE DAWN OF MAN:
THE SWEEP IS 4000 B.C. WE'VE BEEN WANDERING AROUND THIS WASTELAND OF FUCKING NOTHING FOR MELLENIA. FINALLY I CONVINCE THESE DIPSHITS TO SETTLE DOWN. THEY'RE LOOKING UP TO ME. I HAVE TO BUILD A CIVILIZATION TO STAND THE TEST OF TIME.
Karkat Vantas, god-king of the BEST FUCKING NATION, stood in his war-tent, watching his people set up a massive collection of huts. A wide river snaked through the village, and on the other side herds of cows grazed on the rolling hills.
The place was total shit, Karkat thought. He hoped there would be something useful in the hills, but he didn't have high hopes for his people. One of them thought he could cure her sickness. He immediately scolded her for being such a dumpass and sent her to the witch-doctor.
He decided to call this new city DUMPASS, after it's people.
Originally Posted by Vriska Serket, Queen and High-preistess of the Mindfangs
The Dawn of Man:
The sweep is 4000 8.C. We've wandered for mellenia. I've fiiiiiiiinaly managed to get these dum8asses to listen up and we've settled down. I have to 8e the gr8est leader ever!!!!!!!! I'm going to 8uild a civiliz8tion to stand the test of time!!!!!!!!
Vriska Serket, High-preistess of the Mindfag people stalked through the erected huts, silently listening for signs of dissention. Whispered words filtered out of one hut, people discussing the recent dissapearance of a family member.
There would be another kidnapping tonight. Another body to fill another hole in Vriskas palace graveyard.
Originally Posted by Gamzee Makara of the ScArY fUcKiNg ClOwNs
ThE dAwN oF mAn:
ThE SwEeP Is... LiKe, 4000 B.c, I ThInK. uS MoThErFuCkErS HaVe bEeN WaNdErInG ArOuNd aNd sHiT FoR... hElL, i fOrGoT. sHiT, lEtS MaKe a cIvIlIzAtIoN, dOgG!
Despite several fires, a plague, a meteor strike, and one exceedingly violent cow, the people of ScArY fUcKiNg ClOwNs managed to build a haphazard but passable city, all the while high off their collective ass.
How this feat was accomplished is one of the greatest wonders of the world, but it is overtaken by the other wonder of the world; how they managed to keep up technology-wise with everyone else, even the Mindfangs.
It's been concluded that either Gamzee Makara was a wizard, or aliens contacted them and they simply forgot to tell anyone about it. Both of these are equally likely.
Originally Posted by Sollux Captor, Great Leader of the codemonkey2 empire
the dawn of man:
the 2weep ii2 4000 b.c. my people have wandered the de2ert2 for melleniia, but ii fiinally got them two 2ettle down iin thii2 riiver valley. ii have two be better than any of the other2. ii have two buiild a ciiviiliizatiion two 2tand the te2t of tiime!
The capitol of the codemonkey2 was founded in the river valley of FF, pronounced in Common as Feferi. The city is well organized into two distinct districts, Hightown and Lowtown. The people of codemonkey2, strangely, are commonly afflicted with a similar syndrome to bipolar disorder.
Sollux Captor himself is a mystery. He has never left his covered chair, not even in moments of great duress. Of course, anyone who has managed to see Mr. Captor (save for Queen Feferi) has never lived long enough to talk about it.
Originally Posted by Princess Feferi of the Glub Glub -Empire
T)(e Dawn of Man. T)(e sweep is fourt)(ousand B.C. MY people and me )(ave wandered t)(e s)(oreline for a R-EALLY LONG TIM-E, and so I told t)(em to make a city! I'm going to be a nice empress, but if anyone t)(reatens my people, I'll give t)(em a ST-ERN GLUBBING! I'm going to build a civilization to stand t)(e test of time!
The people built along the shoreline, stretching their huts from horizon to horizon. Children learned to swim at the age of three years old, less than two in the timekeeping of the ancient kings. They hardly knew how to talk before they could swim from island to island.
The Glub Glub people were already sailing withing years of setting up civilization, and adventurous to boot. It is small wonder they came into contact with the codemonkey2 early, trying to sail up their river delta.
A few years later the codemonkey people painted pictures of not one, but two covered chairs in the their pyramids. one was smaller than the other, and dripping. What this means is still questioned by archeologists everywhere.
This is surprisingly exhausting. I think I'm just going to keep it with these five.
Also, yes, they do belive Gamzee was visited by aliens. So does Gamzee, whoch really doesn't prove any theory. But can you think of any of Gamzees people inventing anything?
Just who are these aliens? Are they peaceful? Keep tuning in, they may just show up for a little bit!
Domoz: Dumb idea?! That's a pretty cool idea for a dumb idea, if you ask me!
G_I: Ah, hahahahahaha!
X15lm204: I want to join, but I'm not exactly sure how it works...
KarneWarrior: There is so much win in what you have done.
I cannot stand for it.
YOU STOP THAT!
YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!
YOU STOP BEING AWESOME, RIGHT NOW!
Sionaan: That. Is.
BEAUTIFUL.
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YES.
HELL YES.
HELL FUCKING YES.
HOMESTUCK/CIVILIZATION!
Two of my favorite things ever. It's only been one update and I love it already. Are they all playing online or something?
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Reason: Inappropriate Content
I'd like.. no, wait, like is not the right word. I'd be interested in reading a fanfic where Tavros come back as a ghost, emotionless as Aradia was, to see how the other trolls, and of course Vriska would react to him. Anybody interested at the idea?
Elaborating on this. Probably Tavros could not hear the voices of the dead telling him about the future because that is specifically Aradia's power, but if he did and shared Aradia's fatalist outlook he could almost see it as an improvement. No more doubts, no more uncertainty, in every situation he always know the correct, even if maybe not 'right', thing to do or he knew it was irrelevant and could just pick randomly.
I think you could say that he would be ok with that.
CIVILIZATIONS IV:
Part one: Dawn of Man and colon cancer
Originally Posted by Karkat Vantas, god-king of the people of the BEST FUCKING NATION
THE DAWN OF MAN:
THE SWEEP IS 4000 B.C. WE'VE BEEN WANDERING AROUND THIS WASTELAND OF FUCKING NOTHING FOR MELLENIA. FINALLY I CONVINCE THESE DIPSHITS TO SETTLE DOWN. THEY'RE LOOKING UP TO ME. I HAVE TO BUILD A CIVILIZATION TO STAND THE TEST OF TIME.
Karkat Vantas, god-king of the BEST FUCKING NATION, stood in his war-tent, watching his people set up a massive collection of huts. A wide river snaked through the village, and on the other side herds of cows grazed on the rolling hills.
The place was total shit, Karkat thought. He hoped there would be something useful in the hills, but he didn't have high hopes for his people. One of them thought he could cure her sickness. He immediately scolded her for being such a dumpass and sent her to the witch-doctor.
He decided to call this new city DUMPASS, after it's people.
Originally Posted by Vriska Serket, Queen and High-preistess of the Mindfangs
The Dawn of Man:
The sweep is 4000 8.C. We've wandered for mellenia. I've fiiiiiiiinaly managed to get these dum8asses to listen up and we've settled down. I have to 8e the gr8est leader ever!!!!!!!! I'm going to 8uild a civiliz8tion to stand the test of time!!!!!!!!
Vriska Serket, High-preistess of the Mindfag people stalked through the erected huts, silently listening for signs of dissention. Whispered words filtered out of one hut, people discussing the recent dissapearance of a family member.
There would be another kidnapping tonight. Another body to fill another hole in Vriskas palace graveyard.
Originally Posted by Gamzee Makara of the ScArY fUcKiNg ClOwNs
ThE dAwN oF mAn:
ThE SwEeP Is... LiKe, 4000 B.c, I ThInK. uS MoThErFuCkErS HaVe bEeN WaNdErInG ArOuNd aNd sHiT FoR... hElL, i fOrGoT. sHiT, lEtS MaKe a cIvIlIzAtIoN, dOgG!
Despite several fires, a plague, a meteor strike, and one exceedingly violent cow, the people of ScArY fUcKiNg ClOwNs managed to build a haphazard but passable city, all the while high off their collective ass.
How this feat was accomplished is one of the greatest wonders of the world, but it is overtaken by the other wonder of the world; how they managed to keep up technology-wise with everyone else, even the Mindfangs.
It's been concluded that either Gamzee Makara was a wizard, or aliens contacted them and they simply forgot to tell anyone about it. Both of these are equally likely.
Originally Posted by Sollux Captor, Great Leader of the codemonkey2 empire
the dawn of man:
the 2weep ii2 4000 b.c. my people have wandered the de2ert2 for melleniia, but ii fiinally got them two 2ettle down iin thii2 riiver valley. ii have two be better than any of the other2. ii have two buiild a ciiviiliizatiion two 2tand the te2t of tiime!
The capitol of the codemonkey2 was founded in the river valley of FF, pronounced in Common as Feferi. The city is well organized into two distinct districts, Hightown and Lowtown. The people of codemonkey2, strangely, are commonly afflicted with a similar syndrome to bipolar disorder.
Sollux Captor himself is a mystery. He has never left his covered chair, not even in moments of great duress. Of course, anyone who has managed to see Mr. Captor (save for Queen Feferi) has never lived long enough to talk about it.
Originally Posted by Princess Feferi of the Glub Glub -Empire
T)(e Dawn of Man. T)(e sweep is fourt)(ousand B.C. MY people and me )(ave wandered t)(e s)(oreline for a R-EALLY LONG TIM-E, and so I told t)(em to make a city! I'm going to be a nice empress, but if anyone t)(reatens my people, I'll give t)(em a ST-ERN GLUBBING! I'm going to build a civilization to stand t)(e test of time!
The people built along the shoreline, stretching their huts from horizon to horizon. Children learned to swim at the age of three years old, less than two in the timekeeping of the ancient kings. They hardly knew how to talk before they could swim from island to island.
The Glub Glub people were already sailing withing years of setting up civilization, and adventurous to boot. It is small wonder they came into contact with the codemonkey2 early, trying to sail up their river delta.
A few years later the codemonkey people painted pictures of not one, but two covered chairs in the their pyramids. one was smaller than the other, and dripping. What this means is still questioned by archeologists everywhere.
This is surprisingly exhausting. I think I'm just going to keep it with these five.
Also, yes, they do belive Gamzee was visited by aliens. So does Gamzee, whoch really doesn't prove any theory. But can you think of any of Gamzees people inventing anything?
Just who are these aliens? Are they peaceful? Keep tuning in, they may just show up for a little bit!
I wholeheartedly support this idea.
After a complete reread, there is no greater feeling than clicking the link, and seeing that there are no more links to click.
I'd like.. no, wait, like is not the right word. I'd be interested in reading a fanfic where Tavros come back as a ghost, emotionless as Aradia was, to see how the other trolls, and of course Vriska would react to him. Anybody interested at the idea?
Elaborating on this. Probably Tavros could not hear the voices of the dead telling him about the future because that is specifically Aradia's power, but if he did and shared Aradia's fatalist outlook he could almost see it as an improvement. No more doubts, no more uncertainty, in every situation he always know the correct, even if maybe not 'right', thing to do or he knew it was irrelevant and could just pick randomly.
I think you could say that he would be ok with that.
Stop giving me ideas! I have a daily deadline to meet before I can write fanfic and you're making me want to ignore that!
But I will write this sometime today... it has to be done.
Just gonna throw my support to the Laytonlog. Love those games.
Your chumhandle is quizzicalDraconian. You don't like to talk much because you're often busy, or maybe that's just how you troll people. Also you are sorta kinda indecisive about some stuff sometimes and use way too many weird emoticons. :B :V :'
Check out my Forum Adventure Jumpcat!
Link to webcomic and unnatural Bec Noir love under spoilers:
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ^ In my dreams, I am the Eridan in this picture. It's me. ^
(Picture done by NatDragon)
YES.
HELL YES.
HELL FUCKING YES.
HOMESTUCK/CIVILIZATION!
Two of my favorite things ever. It's only been one update and I love it already. Are they all playing online or something?
No, they're the immortal leaders of their own nations. They just can't name worth shit.
I realize the fic that was removed was probably written for fun without thinking about the current state of the forums, but we just had a MASSIVE conflict revolving around people's inability to express their opinions about certain characters in a civil and mature manner which nearly resulted in a forumwide censorship. Before the rule was dramatically scaled back, I managed to secure leniency for the art forum and art-related projects on the grounds that it has never been a major problem here. Concern was raised that people might start using art and writing to circumvent the rule entirely, since they couldn't get away with it in the other forums.
Unfortunately, this was EXACTLY the kind of fic we were worried about. The biggest problem the new rule posed for the fic writers was the fact that so many of the characters in the comic are canonically insulting, and they would not have been able to write them seriously without their signature language and behavior. Since Tavros ISN'T one of those characters, this was clearly a means to vent personal (and violent) frustration against Vriska, which isn't allowed, however funny it may have been.
If you are sincere in wanting to write a fic in which Tavros takes his revenge against Vriska, do so in a way that exhibits that sincerity.
I realize the fic that was removed was probably written for fun without thinking about the current state of the forums, but we just had a MASSIVE conflict revolving around people's inability to express their opinions about certain characters in a civil and mature manner which nearly resulted in a forumwide censorship. Before the rule was dramatically scaled back, I managed to secure leniency for the art forum and art-related projects on the grounds that it has never been a major problem here. Concern was raised that people might start using art and writing to circumvent the rule entirely, since they couldn't get away with it in the other forums.
Unfortunately, this was EXACTLY the kind of fic we were worried about. The biggest problem the new rule posed for the fic writers was the fact that so many of the characters in the comic are canonically insulting, and they would not have been able to write them seriously without their signature language and behavior. Since Tavros ISN'T one of those characters, this was clearly a means to vent personal (and violent) frustration against Vriska, which isn't allowed, however funny it may have been.
If you are sincere in wanting to write a fic in which Tavros takes his revenge against Vriska, do so in a way that exhibits that sincerity.
Sorry to be a stick in the mud.
Nah. What you did made perfect sense.
:P
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come·up·pance.
noun \(ˌ)kəm-ˈə-pən(t)s\ : a deserved rebuke or penalty : deserts.
OPEN PESTERLOG
-- arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] --
AG: Joooooooohn.
AG: I wanted to th8nk you for s8ving my 8dorable butt from the Revenge Sq8d back there. ;;;;D
AG: I kn8w they've got you in a t8ght spot right nooooooooow, but I was w8ndering if you'd heard a timefr8me on when they come to their senses????????
AG: ........
AG: John, I kn8w you're there........
EB: yeah.
EB: yeah I am.
EB: I'm just kind of trying to figure out how to respond because I was pretty sure we were never going to talk again.
EB: which I honestly would've liked better than this.
AG: Wh8 in the hell is that supposed to mean????????
EB: to answer your original question I don't have any idea.
EB: we've kind of been debating what to do in general.
EB: and I think the general idea is that we maroon you here, the way you are, and that's that. even feferi's agreeing with it.
AG: Oh th8 sanctimon8us b8tch!!!!!!!!
AG: All riiiiiiiiight, then we need an altern8 pl8n, and I h8ve just the one!
EB: vriska, stop.
EB: stop because I think I can see what you're getting at right now.
EB: and if you think that I'm going to help you get out of there, you're completely wrong.
AG: WH8T?!?!?!?!
EB: yeah I kind of figured you'd react like that.
EB: so I guess I'll just lay everything out.
EB: you stabbed a dude who was supposedly your friend through the heart.
EB: and threw him off a cliff.
EB: and according to pretty much everyone who knows you, that wasn't the first time you did that.
EB: like back in the day, because you were bored or something, you decided you wanted to cripple him.
EB: and then get him to kiss you.
EB: and a whole bunch of insane screwed-up crap that I don't even want to think about, which all culminates in you killing him.
AG: ....J8hnnnnnnnnn, be sm8rt8r than th8s.
AG: Th8y're feed8ng you a b8nch of lies to discred8 me so you w8n't listen.
AG: BEC888888888USE
EB: vriska we wouldn't be having this conversation if I'd just listened.
EB: I demanded to see proof.
EB: wish I hadn't.
EB: I got to see pretty much everything.
EB: and it's really upsetting.
EB: because I really thought you were going to be awesome.
EB: like, from the moment i started talking to you.
EB: "sure she's kind of bossy and has a weird spider thing going, and the mind control thing, and she's kind of obsessed with winning!"
EB: "but she likes nic cage and the color blue and she really helps me out!"
EB: and I actually thought about growing my hair out like con air when you said it, and got really excited to meet you, and I really looked forward to talking to you because you were the awesomest girl I knew.
EB: I kind of thought I loved you.
EB: or or whatever.
EB: and that's the part that's the worst.
EB: is that the vriska serket i was excited to meet never existed, did she?
AG: J8HN SH8T 8P G8DD8MN8
EB: no, you need to let me finish.
EB: because after seeing what you did, after knowing who you really are, I can't really be anything but afraid of you.
EB: you don't even act like a person.
EB: you killed someone because you got tired of them, crippled them because they were annoying.
EB: killed and hurt a whole bunch of other people because how dare they get in vriska serket's way?
EB: and then you acted like they were in the wrong when they remembered how you were!
EB: and I don't know if you were fooling yourself or if you really didn't get it!
EB: all I know is that that isn't how a hero acts. that isn't how anyone I'm friends with acts.
EB: that's how a monster acts.
EB: how much difference is there between you and jack noir?
EB: goodbye, vriska.
EB: don't talk to me again.
--ectoBiologist [EB] has permablocked arachnidsGrip [AG]--
Yeah I don't even fucking know there is so much wrong with this. John is not right and Vriska folded too easily and bluh bluh.
I hope the title doesn't put people off, it's...well, shit, it is a revenge fic I guess. But it's a reasonable one? Realistic at least? Cause honestly...John's a kid who loves heroes and black and white morality and good guys winning. His girlfriend threw her previous love interest off a cliff for fun. If he ever finds out...WELP.
And I think, honestly, that's what Vriska really deserves: to know someone really thought highly of her, even loved her, and then to find things she did ruined that feeling in them.