MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands

[Graven_Image]

Yes. Very yes.

This thread is a gold mine.

Look again, the thread is now DIAMONDS.

[DJ-P0N3]

[draconicAlgorithm]

draconicAlgorithm: My main point of confusion is that Ginny and Neville are not in the same year, and each year (of each house) has its own dorm rooms, so I'm not sure why both of them would have troll roommates. Also there are properly five students per sex per house per year, and while you switch that to three very consistently, I must admit I'm not sure why you're doing it that way.

Because it's been forever since I've read the books and I was pulling stuff out of my ass. Bad explanation, worst author.

Gonna add more responses in a moment, that one just seemed important and about two pages off.

EDIT: Oh god MSB I just saved that image. I don't even know what's going on. Also, two pages while I'm off watching Rocky Horror Picture Show. Jegus guys.

EDIT2: Aaaand here's the other responses.

@TacticGamer: His wand is obviously the STRONG wand made of steel. The core is centaur muscle.

@Aerodactylus: Pretty much the same thing as what I said Violet CLM. I totally forgot HP canon because I honestly haven't read the books in years. Horrible thing to hear from the person writing the crossover fic, but it's the sad truth. I may eventually go back and edit things to be more canon, but probably not at the moment, simply because it's not entirely important to the plot. (Wait, these had a plot?!)

And to everyone else, I'm glad you liked it. :] Excited comments make me happy and write more. But I love constructive criticism too! If something seems off, feel free to tell me so, since it's likely because I half-assed/forgot something.

[Rimbaum]

BLAR so many crossovers... I kinda had this one as an idea for a while... See if you can guess by the chumhandles. (note: it's mostly one series, with a main character from another, because THERE'S SO MANY HINTS AT BEING IN THE SAME FRICKIN WORLD)

Still not sure whether I should write it. I should probably finish the newer game first, though.

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alighierisJourneyer
umbranMemories
demonicGrip
redemptionRocket

Prooobably gonna change the last one there. I dunno.

[Path]

Comments for Jim on Sapphire of Alternia 7:

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"Alright. You wanna talk? What about?” Sleuth asks. “Still not over Snowman yet?”

My jaw just dropped. God, Sleuth, no wonder they beat you up so often. I am filled with the fear of Slick's reaction.

“I am calm.” Droog says in a perfectly chilling tone.

Yep. Still terrified.

Slick rubs his temple. “boxcars” Slick says.

Problem Sleuth gets a fist to the side. He grips his side in agony.

“you feel like telling us what he was carrying yet”

Sleuth looks upward in thought. He shakes his head.

“droog” Slick says. “boxcars”

Sleuth wonders how Droog and Boxcars are beating him with the Ultraviolence Cuestick and TV Antenna, respectively, given the narrow confines of the car. They stop after thirty seconds.

“what about now”

“Slick,” Sleuth rubs his bloody mouth. “How many times do we gotta go through this? You know I ain’t gonna crack.”

Oh man, I can think of few more enjoyable scenes than Problem Sleuth being beaten on by the Crew while Slick sits back and watches.

You are now Clubs Deuce.

This whole callback to your nameless fic delighted me more than anything. The idea that Deuce has this thought CONSTANTLY is just hilarious.

“I think we should shoot him.” Droog says, pistol pointed at Sleuth’s heart.

Droog’s brow twitches. He turns to Slick. “Alright. I’ll focus. Because that’s not something I’m already doing all the time.” Droog says with a glare.

Yep, feeling another Droog fic coming on after all this great Droog/Sleuth interaction.

Sleuth looks down at Clubs Deuce gripping his Crook of Felony. Moments later Sleuth is on his back gripping his bruised shins. “Thanks, Slick. I appreciate it.” He groans.

“you better” Slick says. “it aint often im in a generous mood”

Slick stands over Sleuth. “just cause im in a friendly mood now doesnt mean i will be soon” Slick says. “dont look into the courier case anymore. if we catch you looking into it” Slick trails off. “well lets just say youll probably die gruesomely somehow”

“I catch your drift, Slick.” Sleuth says.

Oh Slick. You are such a classy guy.

Except I named the car the Midnight Cruiser, which is way better than what I came up with originally. Seriously, how did I not come up with that sooner.

So clever.

[Rimbaum]

Yep, feeling another Droog fic coming on after all this great Droog/Sleuth interaction.

:O Jealous!Droog, perhaps?


OhgodwhyamIsuchasuckerforjealousDroog?

[ceruleanTresses]

Bubbles of dead Daves = fic fuel.

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[NemFX]

Rebuild. Chapter six.

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Rose checked her hubtopband for messages.

Just one from her mother, telling Rose how proud she was.

Her mother's relationship with David Egbert had been good for her, Rose thought. Their relationship had started about four months after John disappeared. Realistically it had probably started sooner.. Rose mused, but it didn't matter.

The truth was that Lily Lalonde's attitude to her daughter hadn't actually changed one bit; she had just learned to express herself better.

Lily had always been proud of Rose; she was the smartest in her classes, she had finished most of high school before most of her friends had started.

Of course, with that came the bullying. With the bullying came other bad things neither parent or child wanted to ever speak of again. So they didn't. In fact, they hardly ever spoke.

Rose did the rest of her high schooling by correspondence and hardly ever left the house. Lily didn't know how to interact with her daughter at all; every attempt to be nice or social was rebuked and Rose became even more distant.

It was interesting how the two could be so similar and yet so different. Until the bullying started, both Lily and Rose had been social butterflies; both were highly intelligent, lovely, and kind.

Then at some point, someone in one of Rose's classes decided they had enough of her. Within a week Rose became the most picked on girl in school. It started small with rumours and jokes in the hallway, and quickly escalated. Rose was withdrawn from the high school when several students threw their chocolate milk at her at lunch. Some of them didn't bother to open the little cartons beforehand, so Rose left upset, wet, and bruisted.

Since that day, she tried to understand why. Were they intimidated by her intellect? Jealous? Insecure? Or was it something that Rose had done? She spent the next few years studying psychology off and on. There were so many possibilities that the only way to really know the truth would be to ask, and Rose knew she couldn't do that.

It took time but Rose eventually started to become social again; first she started talking to her cat Jaspers, and making up fantasies where he could talk back. After he died, she sought out friendship online, and over time, made three best friends.

Unlike most bullied people, she did not become closer to her parent; Rose had blamed her mother for putting her in that school in the first place. Rose didn't know it, but Lily had blamed herself too. She had been given a choice between a private school and a public school, and had chosen the latter because of her own bad experiences at the former. It had been a mistake, and likely would have been a mistake either was, but Lily blamed herself regardless.

The drinking had started slowly at first; after they moved, Lily opened one of the many bottles of wine her friends had bought her as a departing gift. Lily had been offered a great astronomer job, the only catch was that she had to move. With Rose's school incident fresh in her memory, she figured it would be a good idea.

The new house was more spacious and had a large observatory, so Lily wouldn't have to leave Rose alone every night to work. It was some distance to the nearest city, but neither Lalonde felt very social anymore.

Lily emailed her friends on her work computer, Rose eventually began chatting with her friends on her laptop. Despite living in the same house, Rose and Lily acted like strangers.

So she drank.

Never too much, just.. Never too little, either.

It took years for them to work through their issues, and it was remarkable how many of their problems were because of misunderstandings.

After they had both broken down crying, they resolved to fix things and be a family again. It was still baby steps for them both, but after a minute's consideration, Rose replied with "I love you too mom."

Checkmate.

You cannot one up Rose Lalonde in a show of affection, she smiled as she continued her search, she is simply the best there is.

Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will be up whenever I get around to writing it.

[Aerodactylus]

@Kerensky: I know exactly nothing about 40k, so I can't really comment on that. However...

LACKADAISY?! DO WANT PLEASE.

[Rimbaum]

@Kerensky: I know exactly nothing about 40k, so I can't really comment on that. However...

LACKADAISY?! DO WANT PLEASE.

I SECOND THIS. AND THIRD IT. AND CONTINUE TO APPROVE OF THIS IDEA UNTO INFINITY

[draconicAlgorithm]

I get inspired by the weirdest things I swear.

Coulrophobia

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John yawned widely, stretching as he sat in front of his computer. He'd been chatting off and on with Dave, Rose, and Jade most of the evening, but it was getting late now. The sun had set long ago, and he had school in the morning. It was about time to head off to bed.

Just as he was about to tell his friends goodbye, however, someone else contacted him. He frowned slightly. He'd never talked to anyone named terminallyCapricious before. It was probably one of those trolls again. He'd talked to a few, but none of them had been more than a little annoying. He might as well deal with this one now, before things got out of hand. He opened the tab for the chat log.

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-- terminallyCapricious [TC] began pestering ghostyTrickster [GT] --

TC: hey, my motherfucking friend
TC: HOW ARE YOU?
GT: what? do i even know you?
TC: not yet
TC: BUT YOU WILL, MOTHERFUCKER
TC: you will :o)
GT: are you another one of those trolls?
GT: look, i don't have time for this. i need to go to bed.
TC: WE'VE GOT ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD, MOTHERFUCKER
TC: and we'll have more when i kill them all
GT: what? what are you talking about?
TC: I'M TALKING ABOUT KILLING THEM ALL, MOTHERFUCKER
TC: using their blood as the paint for my wicked pictures
TC: BRING ABOUT THE MIRACLES OF THEIR DEATHS
TC: honk
TC: HONK
TC: honk :o)
GT: oh god, you are a troll.
GT: look, just shut up, i don't even care.
TC: YOU WILL MOTHERFUCKING CARE MOTHERFUCKER
TC: because when i'm done with them
TC: BECAUSE WHEN I'M DONE WITH THEM
TC: you're next
GT: what?
TC: I SAID YOU'RE NEXT MOTHERFUCKER
TC: you and your friends
TC: I WILL MAKE YOU MY MIRACLES
GT: oh god, oh god, just shut up
TC: i can't shut up, motherfucker
TC: I HAVE TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR TO YOU
TC: where you stand
TC: WHERE YOU MOTHERFUCKING STAND
TC: every step brings you closer to me
GT: just shut up shut up shut up
TC: I'M GOING TO KILL ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS
TC: every last one
TC: WELCOME TO THE DARK CARNIVAL
TC: enjoy your stay
TC: WHILE IT MOTHERFUCKING LASTS
TC: honk :o)

-- terminallyCapricious [TC] ceased pestering ghostyTrickster [GT] --

-- ghostyTrickster [GT] blocked terminallyCapricious [TC] --

Oh god. Was he pretending to be a clown? Was he trying to be funny? John was literally shaking. He didn't know what to think. He was almost half expecting to see the painted face of a clown outside when he glanced out the window, but, blissfully, nothing was there. It didn't do much to alleviate his fear, though.

He had no idea what that guy was talking about, or why, but it still scared the hell out of him. Scared him like nothing had in a long time.

He sent Jade, Dave, and Rose all messages, just to make sure they were okay, and told them to block terminallyCapricious.

Even so, he probably wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. Not now.

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This picture reminded me that John hates clowns (or at least the harlequins), and it just sort of went from there. Also, by all rights, I should hate crazy Gamzee, since I am in fact afraid of clowns (coulrophobic, haha), but for some reason I love him. I think it's all that crazy.

[Doodled]

I should probably read through these fanfictions now before I get too far beh-

Oh fuck there went another fanfic...

Doomed!Trolls: Needs More Red

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No...

He had done it.

He had killed her.

Karkat looked to his right to find another dead body.

Wait, no... That's...

That's Vriska...

Fuckass...

Wait...

Why...

Why is she...

He was confused. His head was spinning.

The rainbow of blood surrounding him,

no... He looked down.

Fuck! My shirt...

The rainbow of blood was covering him,

it should've been his worst nightmare.

He looked down.

Terezi greeted him with lifeless eyes.

She was prone on the floor. She didn't stand a chance.

Who the fuck even...

Karkat felt something in his right hand.

He looked down.

No...

His sickle...

Newly painted with the teal blood of his matesprit.

Oh...

fuck...

Karkat began to panic a bit, the tears mixing with the rage mixing with the outright fear...

No... No... Gamzee's still out there... It was...

The memories started to slip back into his mind.

An accident...

right?

He instinctively looked up. Gamzee sat in the corner.

His deep violet blood curled around the edges of his corpse.

Oh...

oh fuck...

Karkat looked down.

The teal blood was covering the purple...

Shit... Oh fuck no... no...

It started to come back to him all at once. It was all Karkat could do to not fall backwards from the raw memories.

He had killed them.

All of them.

...fuck...

Am I insane...

oh gog...

He looked back down at Terezi. Tears were streaming down his face, yet he didn't notice...

He surveyed the room, trying to avoid staring at each corpse for too long...

Eleven trolls...

Did I...

did I really...

fuck...

oh...

shit...

Karkat looked down at his sickle.

He knew what to do.

Aradia's blood really caught his eye, as the rainbow metaphors poured through his mind, trying to numb it from what he was about to do.

It needs more red...

That's what Terezi would want...

[anonymousComrade]

Bubbles of dead Daves = fic fuel.

gogogo

Way ahead of you chief

[Jim Groovester]

@Path: Thanks for the comments. Much appreciated.

[lucidSeraph]

The Marquise and the feared Orphaner have a standoff. Just a test with their characters and some hefty prose to try and match their legendary status.

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The green moon was just cresting the swell of the sea, and they considered each other across the restless water, scattering veridian pinprick of light. It painted the paler flesh of the duplicate scars on his face with a touch of green fire, and set her dark suit glowing.

The voice that burst from the thin lips ringed with small, sharp teeth was a guttural hissing crackle, and the words were like breakers throwing themselves against the shore. "You'll do as I command, Spinneret. And if you continue to flap your prattling mouth, I'll sink your ship into the deep, and the Speaker of the Vast Glub will harvest your bones."

The Marquise's laugh was a string of water beads threading down a gossamer strand. "Orphaner, you salty dog!" She tossed a kiss across the expanse of dark sea. "You never forget how to make a woman feel cherished!" And even at that distance, he couldn't mistake the inky swash of her hair against the black of the sky as she tossed her head. But there was nothing about the Marquisse that was as it appeared to be, and her voice became the empty screech of the wind as it tore through canyons, shattering her tinkling laugh. "And I will curse the ground you stand upon, the words you speak, and the air you breathe, if you so much as utter another choke of your tripe!" Among the low groan of the sea, Dualscar could hear the deathly rattle of the flourite die, as he watched one long, thin arm cock to one side and sway entracingly. A chill coursed through him.

But force was to be met with equal force. Too much, and he would push their feud too far into the black; too little, and he would be leaking blood through his eyes. The Marquisse's bluffs were rarely unfulfilled when called, and he knew the die's hearts well.

The sea wind whistled across the sharp, pungent point of Ahab's Crosshairs. Dualscar's canted his head, adjusting for the distance between himself and Spinneret, and his slanted, amber eye sheathed itself in its second lid, the pounding of his blood reached a crecendo in his ears. All around them, the wood of her ship groaned a litany as it rocked, and Dualscar could hear the sharp rasp of his breath through his teeth, and a low, gurgling growl wound up from his throat.

A few galvanizing moments slipped between them, the Marquise's hair flowing from her like a black flag unfurled, and the Orphaner's jewels glittering like falling stars in the ancient dark.

Finally, Spinneret's hands flew into the air, tossing her resolve to the winds. "This is pointless, Dualscar!" She called over the roar of the waves, sauntering closer leeward. "I'll bring you your ridiculous charge, but mark me!" A slip of white waved in the air, the only bit of a long finger he could see. "If you so much as cough against the wind, the flying whales will feast on your corpse!"

Dualscar's rubbery flesh stretched with his grin, the jagged, horizontal scars arcing across his face falling and rising. His voice was more gurgle than speech when he called after her retreating back, "Your luck has held again, Marquise!"

this awas beautiful and perfect

yesss

[ceruleanTresses]

Look what I made! *Proudly holds up a miserable abomination*

(For the meter to match up, "Nepeta" must be pronounced "NEPeta" as opposed to "NePETa." I'm not really sure what the canon pronunciation is, so hopefully this one is okay! Also, I know Nepeta doesn't use the second person when she roleplays, but it was that or sacrifice the meter. )

A Little Fall of Troll

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NEPETA, WHAT'S WRONG?
PLEASE SAY THAT'S GRUBSAUCE IN YOUR HAIR.
NEPETA, YOU'RE HURT--
IT’S ALL MY FAULT--
OH SHIT, IT’S EVERYWHERE!

:33 < dont furet, my sw33t karcat,
:33 < i dont f33l any pain.
:33 < i never will again,
:33 < no one can hurt me now.
:33 < youre here, thats all I n33d to know!
:33 < and you will k33p me safe,
:33 < and you will k33p me close,
:33 < until its time fur me to go.

OH GOD, OH PLEASE DON’T DIE. IT’S NOT TOO LATE!
I’LL CLOSE YOUR WOUNDS, JUST DON’T GIVE IN TO FATE.

:33 < *ac paws at you tenderly*
:33 < its all right, let it be.

YOU WOULD LIVE A HUNDRED SWEEPS,
IF I COULD SHOW YOU HOW.
I WON’T DESERT YOU NOW.

:33 < no one can hurt me now.
:33 < your tears will wash away whats past,
:33 < and you will keep me safe,
:33 < and you will keep me close,
:33 < ill catnap in your arms at last!

:33 < to have you by my side
:33 < before i go,
:33 < is all I really n33d
:33 < and all you owe.
:33 < youre close enough to hear me purr.
:33 < ive come home, from so fur...

:33 < so dont furet, my sw33t karcat,
:33 < i dont f33l any pain.
:33 < i never will again,
:33 < no one can hurt me now.
IT'S OKAY, YOU'LL BE OKAY,
YOU WON’T FEEL ANY PAIN.
YOU NEVER WILL AGAIN,
NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW.
I’M HERE.

:33 < thats all i n33d to know!
:33 < and you will k33p me safe,
:33 < and you will k33p me close,
I WILL STAY WITH YOU,
TILL YOU ARE SLEEPING.

:33 < and now,
OH GOD,

:33 < its time fur me to…
I DON’T WANT YOU TO…

GO.

Original song.
Another version--poorer quality, but it includes that first verse, which got left out of the good one.

What this really needs, just to make it as over-the-top depressing as possible, is a picture of Karkat crading Nepeta's broken body and sobbing. Sadly, I am no artist.


Speaking of depressing (spoilering because this post is already long):

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Doomed!Trolls: Needs More Red

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No...

He had done it.

He had killed her.

Karkat looked to his right to find another dead body.

Wait, no... That's...

That's Vriska...

Fuckass...

Wait...

Why...

Why is she...

He was confused. His head was spinning.

The rainbow of blood surrounding him,

no... He looked down.

Fuck! My shirt...

The rainbow of blood was covering him,

it should've been his worst nightmare.

He looked down.

Terezi greeted him with lifeless eyes.

She was prone on the floor. She didn't stand a chance.

Who the fuck even...

Karkat felt something in his right hand.

He looked down.

No...

His sickle...

Newly painted with the teal blood of his matesprit.

Oh...

fuck...

Karkat began to panic a bit, the tears mixing with the rage mixing with the outright fear...

No... No... Gamzee's still out there... It was...

The memories started to slip back into his mind.

An accident...

right?

He instinctively looked up. Gamzee sat in the corner.

His deep violet blood curled around the edges of his corpse.

Oh...

oh fuck...

Karkat looked down.

The teal blood was covering the purple...

Shit... Oh fuck no... no...

It started to come back to him all at once. It was all Karkat could do to not fall backwards from the raw memories.

He had killed them.

All of them.

...fuck...

Am I insane...

oh gog...

He looked back down at Terezi. Tears were streaming down his face, yet he didn't notice...

He surveyed the room, trying to avoid staring at each corpse for too long...

Eleven trolls...

Did I...

did I really...

fuck...

oh...

shit...

Karkat looked down at his sickle.

He knew what to do.

Aradia's blood really caught his eye, as the rainbow metaphors poured through his mind, trying to numb it from what he was about to do.

It needs more red...

That's what Terezi would want...

JEGUS GOD THAT IS DEPRESSING/AWESOME.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Oh gog, CT, why did they have to be singing sort of at crossed purposes in the last few lines it makes it hurt so much more.

I hate that I'm finally making progress while so many fics are updating. Curse you, weekends! Curse you for your otherwise un-cursable properties like free time!

[ceruleanTresses]

Oh gog, CT, why did they have to be singing sort of at crossed purposes in the last few lines it makes it hurt so much more.

I do believe you have answered your own question there.

[NemFX]

Hey, remember when I said I'd write more tonight?

I admit, I am not really much of a follower of Cain's, but this has some interesting potential.


++ You created the STOMPAHAMMER. It's all the firepower and ugliness of an Ork Stompa in a hammer! (you will be so purged for heresy if you use this!) ++

[TacticGamer]

I guess it's time to write something that's more than 3 sentences long unlike this little shit here.

It's going to involve really stupid characters such Adolf Hitler and Kim Jong-Li and it will be a very stupid crossover that I'll probably take 30 seconds to write.

[anonymousComrade]

No brutal deaths this time around

Check out the first two chapters here

In which I prove I can't write the human girls, either:
Crossing Over: Chapter 3

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For three hours after the memorial service, none of them spoke to one another.

Rose had her consorts dig a grave in the Land of Light and Rain and a funeral was held. "A brave pioneer deserves a hero's memorial, I should think," she said. The four of them attended.

Terezi was the only troll to watch via Trollian's viewport.

The experience having robbed her of any possibility of defeating Noir, escaping this doomed session, or even surviving, Vriska withdrew to her own area of the facility. Karkat just kind of groaned when Terezi knocked on his door and told him about the funeral.

"K4RK4T?"
"..."
"TH3 HUM4NS 4R3 H4V1NG SOM3 K1ND OF M3MOR14L TH1NG FOR SOLLUX. 1TS K1ND OF 4 STUP1D HUM4N TH1NG BUT 1 TH1NK 1TS 4 N1C3 GESTURE. TH3YR3 R34LLY TRY1NG H3R3. COM3 W1TH M3 TO TH3 COMPUT3R ROOM. PL34SE, K4RK4T."
"..."
Her voice broke, but only slightly. "OK4Y, YOU DONT H4V3 TO. 1LL COM3 CH3CK ON YOU L4T3R."

She couldn't stand seeing him like this. 1M NOT GONN4 CRY, she repeated to herself as she walked away from Karkat's room. Terezi made it as far as the end of the hall before she couldn't fight it anymore.

At the end of the service, Rose stuck longer than anyone else. Her communion with the horrorterrors, part of what made the scratch possible, was responsible for this boy losing his life. They had lied to her.

But she felt that perhaps not all was lost. Perhaps she could turn the situation to her advantage. She sought out Jade.

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

TT: Jade.
TT: Are you there? I could use your assistance.
GG: hello rose!
GG: yes i am here, what do you need
TT: I don't want to say much about it yet, because my preparations aren't complete and I haven't assured myself that it's even possible yet.
TT: Let's just say I may have figured out a way to turn my greatest blunder into my most shining moment of triumph.
GG: your greatest blunder??? rose you couldn't have known!
TT: Jade, please. In hindsight it was painfully obvious. Has this game ever let us have anything as easily as that?
TT: My communion with the old ones is what led me to the discovery of how to trigger the scratch, and that led directly to Sollux's death.
TT: If there is any chance I can undo this grave error, I will gladly make the attempt.
GG: it's good that you still want to help! but how can i help with this?
TT: I know it's asking a lot out of you, but I need you to sleep.
TT: More importantly, I need you to dream. In fact, what you dream about may very well determine whether or not my plan is even possible.
GG: ...i don't like dreaming anymore
GG: ever since my dreamself died, my dreams are all nightmares! it's horrible!
GG: i see nothing but empty space and ghosts and horrible creatures!!!
GG: why did you think i made all those sleeping pills??? at least now i can sleep without scaring myself to death every night!!!
TT: I know, Jade. There's a reason why they're called horrorterrors.
TT: But that's just it. You say you've talked with ghosts in your dreams, and that's the cornerstone of my theory.
TT: If I'm right, and it's possible to contact players who have died in the course of the game through dreaming, I see no reason why it shouldn't be possible otherwise.
TT: And if THAT is true...
TT: There's a chance we can undo not only Sollux's death, but the deaths of the other trolls.
TT: Don't you think that's worth facing your fears?
GG: i...
TT: You won't be alone. I will be consorting with the elder ones while you enter as many dream bubbles as you can.
TT: They lied to me, Jade. I'm not about to let them get away with it.
GG: how do i know i'll be okay? what if they notice me?
TT: Let me worry about that. I'll be the diversion, you scout out dream bubbles.
GG: ...
GG: okay, rose. i think i can do this.
GG: when do we start???
TT: Immediately, if possible.
GG: okay, i will try to sleep
TT: Thank you. I will begin communication shortly.

-- tentacleTherapist ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

Rose signed off of Pesterchum, as she always did before communing with dark eldritch forces. Sat in the meditative position, as she always did. Cleared her mind, as she always did. Before establishing the link, a smirk played across her face.

Her revenge would be subtle. But it would be absolute.

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Jade tried to clear her mind as she lied down to go to sleep. Ever since her encounter with Feferi in the dream bubble, she had used sleeping aids to stop her nightmares. They didn't always allow for a particularly restful sleep, but they kept her from dreaming, and that's all she cared about.

This would be the first time she hadn't popped a pill before sleeping since her dreamself died.

Surprisingly enough, sleep came more easily than anticipated. However, staying asleep became a challenge.

As before, she found herself in the dream bubble. As before, she found Feferi awaiting her. But this time, she was not alone. Were these the other trolls who had died? But there were only six here, counting Feferi.

Jade conversed with Feferi first, because she had already met her and so already kind of knew her. At seeing her white eyes and jagged teeth Jade was nearly startled awake again, and had to keep reminding herself that Feferi meant no harm. Of course her eyes were sort of creepy, you had to expect that from a ghost. And if all trolls had fangs like that, then there was no reason to be scared of that, either.

When Feferi introduced her friends, Jade had to concentrate to keep herself from waking up. They looked normal enough at first (well, for trolls anyway). Tavros had big goofy horns and was kind of quiet. Nepeta seemed more like a troll/cat hybrid in the way she acted. Equius was big and strong but subdued, and Kanaya was very kind. Even Gamzee was here, though the way he acted showed no indication that he could ever hurt anyone. But upon taking a closer look, they were... off. Their speech was a little slurred. Their voices sounded hollow. They moved stiffly and oh God are those open wounds? Did... did Tavros and Feferi have *gaping holes* in their chests? Why did Equius look like he struggled to breath? And was that multihued blood flowing from Kanaya's mouth?

Jade involuntarily sat up in bed, awake and on the verge of screaming. Something was horribly wrong in the dream bubble.

She just hoped Rose had gotten the info she needed.

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

GG: rose!!!! are you there?!
GG: i'm sorry but I couldn't stay asleep for very long and i could only get into the one bubble
GG: something is seriously wrong!!!!! i met them, rose
GG: i saw them, and
GG: i think they're suffering
GG: we have to help them!!!
TT: Sorry, I'm here now.
TT: You did very well, Jade. In fact, I think you've just single-handedly proven that I was on to something.
TT: When I was talking with the horrorterrors, I...
TT: I could HEAR you. And I could hear THEM. The dead trolls, I mean.
TT: You're right, they sound like they're in despair.
GG: so what does all this mean?
TT: If you can contact them via the dream bubble...
TT: And I can hear them when I commune with the old ones...
TT: Don't you see? This means the dream bubble is a physical place.
TT: If we can get there, we can rescue them. It's just a matter of finding them.
TT: And from there... we might be able to bring them into our session. Permanently.
TT: The jury's still out on exactly HOW we're to pull this off, but I have to get back to John and Dave. They're going to want to know about this.
GG: okay rose
GG: i'm just glad I could help! even if it did mean going back to that nightmare world :/
TT: Sorry to put you through it, kid. Get some medication-assisted rest if you want, you've earned it.
GG: haha i think i will! talk to you later rose!

-- gardenGnostic [GG] ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT] --

Notes:

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Is this any good? I mean seriously

I've got some ideas for this story and I've got an epilogue that I'd love to get to (in fact I kind of wrote this story around it) but I'm just worried that to be blunt, this story sucks

Rose and Jade don't seem enough like themselves and I think I'm telling where I should be showing and also I'm afraid the premise is dumb as hell. Well to be fair the main twist hasn't come along yet! But I seriously think when we get that far, people are going to read it and groan because it's just so dumb

Maybe I'm wrong, I'm pretty vitriolic toward my own works if you haven't noticed! Every time I look at something I just made I can't help but feel all kinds of revulsion toward it. But this time I just can't shake the feeling that someone is reading it and rubbing their hands together and muttering "oh man I can't wait to rip into this piece of shit"

Anyway it's out there now and I hope at least someone likes it

[battlerek]

So here's a quick Dave/Jade thing I did.

Shenanigans

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"Daaaave come ooon, tell me!"

"Shenanigans Jade, shenanigans."

It was impossible, or at least Jade thought it was. Only 50 Limited Edition Gold Squiddles were ever made, and only the richest squiddle afficionados were able to acquire one. And yet Dave somehow acquired one. She should be overjoyed that the rarest squiddle in history was now part of her collection, but curiosity overtook any joy she had. Now all she wanted was to find out how Dave got it.

"Come on Dave, why won't you tell me?"

Dave scowled, annoyed."Look Jade, I got you the stupid doll, right? Shouldn't that be enough!?"

"What's so bad about telling me anyway?" Jade asked, pouting.

"Nothing."

"So why won't you tell me?"

"I already told you, it's just shenanigans."

Finding the doll was almost impossible. Dave asked everyone he knew, even some of his brother's... 'friends', but no one knew where to find one. One of them did mention how his Bro had the largest collection of plush puppets he'd ever seen, so Dave took a chance and searched their attic. It took half a day of wading through puppet ass, but he found it. It wasn't in good condition though so he took it to Rose, who was nice enough to merely look at him knowingly and smirk when he's not looking.

"Please? I won't tell anyone, promise!"

Dave sighed. She was never going to get off his case at this rate. "Fucking hell Jade, if I told you how I got it will you stop being pestering me about it?"

You could almost hear the squeal in her voice. "Yes! So how did you do it?"

Jade's heart skipped a beat as she was pinned to the wall. Dave leaned towards her face, a little too close for comfort. One wrong move and, well...

"You really, want to know, Jade? Are you sure?"

"Y-yes." Her breath was beginning to be more labored. She was not expecting this at all, but she wasn't complaining.

"Alright. I'll tell you." Dave's hand moved behind Jade's head and pushed her gently towards him. She could practically feel his breath on her neck now.

He grinned and whispered into her ears. "Shenanigans."

The following morning a hundred smuppets materialized from out of nowhere and buried Dave in puppet ass. It was amazing what you could do with space powers.

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I was planning on posting this on valentines, but shenanigans ;p.

Yeah, I'm a dave/jade fan. I blame Lexxy.

[morpheoMancer]

So here's a quick Dave/Jade thing I did.

Shenanigans

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"Daaaave come ooon, tell me!"

"Shenanigans Jade, shenanigans."

It was impossible, or at least Jade thought it was. Only 50 Limited Edition Gold Squiddles were ever made, and only the richest squiddle afficionados were able to acquire one. And yet Dave somehow acquired one. She should be overjoyed that the rarest squiddle in history was now part of her collection, but curiosity overtook any joy she had. Now all she wanted was to find out how Dave got it.

"Come on Dave, why won't you tell me?"

Dave scowled, annoyed."Look Jade, I got you the stupid doll, right? Shouldn't that be enough!?"

"What's so bad about telling me anyway?" Jade asked, pouting.

"Nothing."

"So why won't you tell me?"

"I already told you, it's just shenanigans."

Finding the doll was almost impossible. Dave asked everyone he knew, even some of his brother's... 'friends', but no one knew where to find one. One of them did mention how his Bro had the largest collection of plush puppets he'd ever seen, so Dave took a chance and searched their attic. It took half a day of wading through puppet ass, but he found it. It wasn't in good condition though so he took it to Rose, who was nice enough to merely look at him knowingly and smirk when he's not looking.

"Please? I won't tell anyone, promise!"

Dave sighed. She was never going to get off his case at this rate. "Fucking hell Jade, if I told you how I got it will you stop being pestering me about it?"

You could almost hear the squeal in her voice. "Yes! So how did you do it?"

Jade's heart skipped a beat as she was pinned to the wall. Dave leaned towards her face, a little too close for comfort. One wrong move and, well...

"You really, want to know, Jade? Are you sure?"

"Y-yes." Her breath was beginning to be more labored. She was not expecting this at all, but she wasn't complaining.

"Alright. I'll tell you." Dave's hand moved behind Jade's head and pushed her gently towards him. She could practically feel his breath on her neck now.

He grinned and whispered into her ears. "Shenanigans."

The following morning a hundred smuppets materialized from out of nowhere and buried Dave in puppet ass. It was amazing what you could do with space powers.

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I was planning on posting this on valentines, but shenanigans ;p.

Yeah, I'm a dave/jade fan. I blame Lexxy.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[anonymousComrade]

So here's a quick Dave/Jade thing I did.

Shenanigans

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"Daaaave come ooon, tell me!"

"Shenanigans Jade, shenanigans."

It was impossible, or at least Jade thought it was. Only 50 Limited Edition Gold Squiddles were ever made, and only the richest squiddle afficionados were able to acquire one. And yet Dave somehow acquired one. She should be overjoyed that the rarest squiddle in history was now part of her collection, but curiosity overtook any joy she had. Now all she wanted was to find out how Dave got it.

"Come on Dave, why won't you tell me?"

Dave scowled, annoyed."Look Jade, I got you the stupid doll, right? Shouldn't that be enough!?"

"What's so bad about telling me anyway?" Jade asked, pouting.

"Nothing."

"So why won't you tell me?"

"I already told you, it's just shenanigans."

Finding the doll was almost impossible. Dave asked everyone he knew, even some of his brother's... 'friends', but no one knew where to find one. One of them did mention how his Bro had the largest collection of plush puppets he'd ever seen, so Dave took a chance and searched their attic. It took half a day of wading through puppet ass, but he found it. It wasn't in good condition though so he took it to Rose, who was nice enough to merely look at him knowingly and smirk when he's not looking.

"Please? I won't tell anyone, promise!"

Dave sighed. She was never going to get off his case at this rate. "Fucking hell Jade, if I told you how I got it will you stop being pestering me about it?"

You could almost hear the squeal in her voice. "Yes! So how did you do it?"

Jade's heart skipped a beat as she was pinned to the wall. Dave leaned towards her face, a little too close for comfort. One wrong move and, well...

"You really, want to know, Jade? Are you sure?"

"Y-yes." Her breath was beginning to be more labored. She was not expecting this at all, but she wasn't complaining.

"Alright. I'll tell you." Dave's hand moved behind Jade's head and pushed her gently towards him. She could practically feel his breath on her neck now.

He grinned and whispered into her ears. "Shenanigans."

The following morning a hundred smuppets materialized from out of nowhere and buried Dave in puppet ass. It was amazing what you could do with space powers.

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I was planning on posting this on valentines, but shenanigans ;p.

Yeah, I'm a dave/jade fan. I blame Lexxy.

Now see, this is a good story

A hearty to you for countering my lame bullshit

[battlerek]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Thanks.

Now see, this is a good story

A hearty to you for countering my lame bullshit

Aww, don't be like that. Your fics are great, if by great you mean a little depressing. And if by a little I mean a lot.

Sollux