Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
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-- sightlessSoprano [SS] began pestering legalAssassin [LA] --
[SS]: N/\th/\n.
[LA]: what is it mag?
[SS]: /\re you re/\dy for th|s?
[LA]: i still don't see why we have to play a children's game, mag.
[SS]: The w/\y | underst/\nd |t |s th/\t our very l|ves depend on th|s "ch|ldren's g/\me," as you put |t so /\ptly.
[LA]: i can kind of understand that...
[LA]: will shilo get hurt playing?
[SS]: There's /\ poss|b|l|ty th/\t we m/\y /\ll be ser|ously |njured pl/\ying, Nathan.
[LA]: then i don't want shilo playing
[SS]: |f Sh|lo doesn't pl/\y, she's gu/\r/\nteed to d|e.
[LA]: ...
[LA]: can i at least be the one to bring her in to the game?
[SS]: Th/\t w/\s the pl/\n, N/\th/\.
[SS]: | w|ll see you soon.
Nathan sighed, setting his computer up to run the client program of this game they were going to be playing. Shilo was at her mother's empty tomb, because that was going to be safer until everyone else got into the game. Once it said he was connected, he looked around for any sign of something different.
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Doodled
More crossover. Yay.
A bright light.
The light blinded Sollux for a split-second before he realized what it was.
what the...
He half-instinctively rolled out of the way, throwing himself to the ground.
"DOOF!"
It hurt. But he was safe.
He felt as if there was a hole in his mouth. He looked down.
"thiit."
It was a tooth.
and not even one of the oneth that cauthe thith thtupid lithp...
Sollux slowly pulled himself up.
He felt the rain pounding on him.
fuck, doeth thiith ever let up?!
It had.
He remembered what had happened...
john! at the park!
ii let hiim riide the rotatiing-muthclebeat riide, and...
...
...blacked-out...
"JOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN!"
Sollux screamed himself hoarse as he sprinted down the sidewalks, trying to ignore the pain in his legs.
"JOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN!"
He arrived at the park. The ground was horribly soggy.
The park felt a lot bluer... It was so late in the evening...
"JOOOOOOOOOOOohhhhhhhhhhhhhn!"
He was starting to lose his voice.
Sollux found himself in the middle of a street again.
"JOOHHN! John, where are you?! JOOOOOOOHHHHHHN!"
His son was missing.
He collapsed to the curb.
---===+++===---===+++===---===+++---===+++===---
"H3Y! TH3 C4PT41N S41D TH4T YOU'D L34D M3 TO MY OFF1C3?"
"He did, didn't he?"
A giggle escaped her prominent lips. She said "he" with such passion...
It made Terezi sick...
WH4T K1ND OF P3RSON H1R3S TH31R M4T3SPR1T TO B3 TH31R S3CR3T4RY...
"Mom", as a good portion of the officers called her, got up and walked Terezi towards a plain door not too far from the desk.
"Do you need help getting arou-"
"1'M F1N3, TH4NK YOU..."
They had arrived.
"Well, here it is..."
With a sweeping motion, she opened the door.
Terezi took a step inside and
"WH4T?"
The room was almost completely barren, the walls painted a sickly beige color.
Terezi almost puked.
"1S... 1S TH1S MY OFF1C3?!"
"This is where he..."
GOG-D4MN1T...
"...told me to take you... So..."
She winked.
"If you need anything, you know "Mom"'s always ready to help!"
She left.
Terezi could barely contain her rage as she closed the door.
THOS3 DUMB-FUCKS TH1NK TH4T JUST B3C4US3 1'M BL1ND, TH3Y C4N G1V3 M3 TH3 WORST-COLOR3D ROOM...
1T'S SO COLD, TOO!
Terezi sighed, finally calming down...
"GU3SS 1 B3TT3R G3T TO WORK..."
Terezi sniffed out the desk, surveying the drab objects on it.
In one motion, she pulled out her cane and THWACK'd the table with it, sending the objects on the table flying!
After making sure that nobody heard the landing of the desk equipment, Terezi settled down in the moderately comfortable chair, and got to work.
She first pulled out the ear-and-nose plugs, plugging them into her glasses.
Tapping the side of them thrice, the power came on.
Terezi swiftly put on her glove, and got to work changing her environment...
Soon, everything around her was a heavenly red. She spun around in her chair, basking in the glory of it.
She quickly realized how distracted she could get by it, and thus changed her environment to an all-teal room... A suitable color, and not too distracting either way...
30 minutes later...
She had enough.
She knew just how big of a scope this killing had.
T1M3 TO L4Y DOWN SOM3 SW33T JUST1C3!
She unplugged the glasses and...
Her hand shook.
OH... FUCK...
She started feeling nauseated...
FUCK FUCK SH1T SH1T...
Terezi sniffed for the door. It seemed miles away.
She instinctively reached for her red chalk, but...
NO PYROP3... TH4T STUFF W1LL K1LL YOU...
JUST... JUST M4K3 1T TO TH3 B4THROOM, 4ND 1T'LL 4LL B3... OK4Y...
Terezi stumbled over to the door and opened it.
"Hey, m'am... are you okay?"
Another hybrid officer was standing in front of her.
She quickly waved a hand at him, then stumbled towards the bathroom, gripping her shaking hand with all of her might.
She slammed into the bathroom.
She wildly shook her hands until they finally hit the cold water faucet.
She splashed the water all over her face.
Still not calm.
She kept on splashing her face until the panic had left.
Several minutes later...
Terezi exited the bathroom, trying to act as calm as possible.
She noticed Eridan, and strolled over to see what was happening.
He and the concerned hybrid cop from before were questioning a young man named Sollux Captor.
"look, ii thearched everywhere for hiim! everywhere! all the placeth. all of them!"
"W4S TH3R3 4NYTH1NG TH4T YOU KNOW OF TH4T M1GHT'V3 C4US3D H1M TO RUN 4W4Y?"
Now seemed like as good of a time to butt in as any... And Eridan seemed okay with it...
"uh..."
you're thtarting to thound liike your therapiitht, thollux...
"...no..."
and now you jutht went ahead and liied you thupiid thiit-head!
"HOW 4BOUT YOU 4ND YOUR W1F3?"
Sollux gulped, trying to think of a way to explain it...
"we've... kiind of... been apart... for about... siicth monthth..."
that'th honetht...
"so, you're divvorced?"
Terezi wanted to slap Eridan. There was a reason why they were saying it in such a roundabout way!
"...yeth..."
not the whole truth, but the truth nonetheleth...
Eridan sighed and got up.
He walked slowly towards Sollux, then stopped.
"look, he probably just ran off, sol. johnll be back, im almost positivve..."
"and what iif he won't?!"
"then wwe havve less than 50 hours to find him."
And with, that, he and the hybrid officer walked off.
Terezi stayed behind though, and noted the worried, yet confident face of Mr. Captor...
Equius stared up at the sign over-hanging the modest store.
"HASS'S CONVENIENCE STORE", it read.
D --> This modest sign is a good display of... of...
Equius grunted angrily. He couldn't even finish his thought with all this damn rain!
That reminded him...
He needed to get some more towels anyway...
With two objectives in mind, Detective Zahhak walked into the shop, trying to not break the door on the way in.
He did an admirable job of it, ringing the little bell as a marker of his success.
"Hello, Mister..."
"D --> Zahhak."
"Zahhak! Yes! Welcome!"
Equius was impressed that this one hadn't mispronounced or otherwise questioned his name...
Equius simply stood there, trying to figure out how to word it...
"Do you need help finding something?"
"D--> No, no, I'm not 100king for anything... I mean..."
Equius was starting to sweat. He decided to continue on the path he had taken, though...
"D --> Look, I'm Equius Zahhak, private detective, and I need to ask you a few questions about your... son..."
Hass straightened up and tried to not look disgruntled.
"I'm sorry, but I've already told the police all I know."
Equius thought of breaking something to show his strength... But no... This fellow had shown considerable modesty...
"D --> Can you repeat it for me, then?"
"NO!"
Hass slammed his fist down onto the counter.
"I've already said enough to anyone about this! Why don't you just go ask the police about all that?!"
D --> This... This... Insubordination... It's making me sweat...
He then remembered the other reason he was there.
"D --> I'm sorry to have bothered you, but... Would you happen to have any towels?"
"Back of the store, to the right."
"D --> Thanks."
Equius walked brusquely past the typical convenience store fare.
Then he hit the mother-lode.
His eyes bugged out.
D --> Oh... oh... oh... that is... e%quisite...
He almost fell to his knees at the sight...
An entire half-shelf filled to the brim with towels, towels, and more towels!
It was too much. He uncharacteristically fell to one knee, crying tears of absolute-
A jingle from the shop's door reminded him that there were security cameras watching.
He had quickly picked himself up, and a few cases of towels, when...
"HEY FUCK-ASS!"
A familiar voice rang out in the store.
"GIMME ALL THAT YOU GOT IN THE REGISTER, NOOKSNIFFER!"
Equius suddenly realized the potential for trouble...
He slowly dropped the towels, and crept around the corner of the store...
Just as he suspected...
There was that Karkat thug, pointing a gun at Hass...
"You cannot shoot me!"
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M POINTING THIS GUN AT YOU, ASS-HOLE?!"
Equius saw a shelf of bottles to his left as he crept closer to Karkat...
"No... I can't do that!"
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! GIVE. ME. EVERYTHING... NOW!"
He reached out for one...
"Why should I do that? This is a free country!"
"LISTEN, OLD MALE HUMAN, I'LL PUT A PIECE OF HONED METAL INSIDE YOUR PROTEIN CHUTE USING THIS TRIGGERED PROJECTILE PROJECTOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN THAT MONEY-COLLECTING MECHANICAL MACHINERY VAULT RIGHT NOW!!!"
"Good god, man! That was way too many words to put into a single death threat!"
"OH, ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNN-"
The bottle broke in Equius's hand.
"D --> Fiddlesticks!"
Karkat turned around, pointing the Triggered Projecti-... pistol... at Equius's head.
"HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD, NOW!!!"
He motioned Equius over towards the light, where he could see him easier.
"I SAID NOW!!!"
Equius complied, sweating bucke-... boatloads of perspiration.
D --> Okay Equius, think...
D --> One should always try talking them out, first, I believe...
"D ---> E%cuse me!"
Karkat lowered his eyelids.
"WHAT NOW, ASS-HOLE?"
"D --> What... What is your name?"
"KARKAT VANTAS, YOU DUMB-FUCK..."
"D --> Do you have a family, or... a wife... or..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, PILLWEEF! I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR STUPID TRICKS!"
He pointed the gun back at Hass.
"NOW GIVE ME. ALL. YOUR. MONEY..."
"NOW!"
STRONG JUMP!
"DOOF!"
Equius tackled Karkat to the ground, knocking the gun loose in the process.
STRONG PUNCH!
"DOOFBLBEUGEHGH..."
And he was down for the count...
Equius almost felt bad for him, but once he saw the red blood...
"D --> Mutant-blooded scum..."
He stood up.
"Thank you, Mr. Zahhak, thank you!"
"D --> It was..."
Equius felt around for any pain...
He felt none, and was proud of it.
"D --> It was nothing..."
"Of course it was! You just knocked that guy senseless!"
"D --> Well..."
Equius was starting to sweat in a way he hadn't ever sweated before.
"D --> I need to go acquire some of those towels, if y-"
"Wait!"
Hass quickly retrieved a cardboard box.
With a deep breath out, he set it down on the counter.
"I... I got a letter in the mail after the Nic Cage Killer took my... took my son..."
Hass fought back the tears and continued.
"It... It had a locker number, and... The locker... had this box..."
He slid the box forward.
"D --> May I..."
"Please. Take it. It's yours."
Hearing that for the second time today, Equius opened the box.
He pulled out a portrait of Nicolas Cage, wearing a ridiculous green hat.
Equius put the portrait back into the box.
"Again, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"D --> And again from me, no swea-..."
With that, Equius made a bee-line towards the towel section.
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Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
The Sapphire of Alternia, Part 9
Problem Sleuth spends the walk to Keynote Bank catching odd looks from pedestrians. He looks them back straight in the eye. Once he meets their gaze they turn their eyes away, and then give him a wide berth. This isn’t the first time he’s walked around the city looking like hell. What’s everybody so surprised about? Not that he expects anybody to know who he is.
He arrives at Keynote Bank, well before closing time. He stares up the tower. Sunshine bounces off its glass windows into his eyes. He heads inside. “Hello.” Problem Sleuth greets a receptionist.
The receptionist looks up. Her eyes widen before the script she performs several times a day kicks in. “Uhhh,” She starts. “Welcome to Keynote Bank’s corporate offices. How can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Litigious Lawyer. He’s expecting me.” Sleuth says. He leans an elbow on the counter. “And I’ve had a bad day, so could you stop looking at me like I’ve got the plague?”
“Of course, sorry.” She says as she starts dialing the phone. “And your name is?” She asks.
“Problem Sleuth.”
The receptionist looks mildly surprised as she holds the receiver to her ear. “The Problem Sleuth?” She asks. Sleuth nods. “Guess that explains the black eyes.” She says as she waits for an answer. Sleuth can only grin. It’s not often his reputation precedes him. At least among people who aren’t trying to kill him half the time.
The receptionist talks on the phone for a little bit. Yes, sir. He’s here to see you, sir. Very well, sir. She hangs up and turns to Sleuth. “Elevator’s right there.” She points with her thumb. “Top floor.”
“Thanks.” Problem Sleuth says as he starts walking.
“Maybe when you clean up a bit, you’ll come back.” The receptionist says.
“But I’ll need a reason to do that.” Problem Sleuth says with a smirk as he walks to the elevator. “You got one?”
“Oh,” The receptionist reciprocates the smile. “A few.”
Problem Sleuth pushes the button for the elevator. Seconds later the doors slide open, revealing the operator. Sleuth steps inside. “Which floor?” The operator asks.
Sleuth waits a moment. “The very top.” He says, hoping to impress the operator.
The operator instead looks him over as the door closes and the elevator starts ascending. Sleuth figures he’s earned the man’s silent scorn.
After a minute or so spent in awkward silence, the elevator dings and the doors open. Sleuth steps outside the elevator and ignores Wallstreet Keynoter’s secretary.
Problem Sleuth: Take in the view.
You put your face to a window, smudging it in the process. But you don’t care.
You can see everything from up here. The whole city. Every single inch. And it goes on for miles. Residential blocks, apartments, industrial districts. Office buildings, movie theaters. Race tracks, casinos. It’s breathtaking.
And then beyond it. Wasteland. Mountains devoid of vegetation. The occasional ruin. It’s humbling. The rest of the planet is like that. Completely dead, and right here is the only spark of life.
==>
You push yourself off from the window, simultaneously amazed and humbled from the view.
“Problem Sleuth?” The secretary asks for probably the third or fourth time.
“Yeah, sorry.” Sleuth apologizes, still not taking his eyes off the view. “I hadn’t seen all of the city before. Not at once anyway. I mean, I’ve seen most of it from ground level. But it’s different up here.”
The secretary says nothing.
“You were saying?” Sleuth asks.
“Litigious Lawyer is this way, if you’ll follow me.”
Problem Sleuth follows the secretary around an empty corridor. The building narrows at the top, letting the corridor from the elevator circle around towards Wallstreet Keynoter’s office, giving an almost complete view of the whole city from up here. Anybody who comes up here would be awed, giving Wallstreet Keynoter an edge in any negotiations. The vistas aren’t just for disarming anyone who comes up here; Keynoter probably also uses them while pacing around in thought.
After a brief walk the secretary sits down at her desk and points toward a door. “They’re expecting you. Just go on in.” She says. Problem Sleuth opens the door and walks in.
It’s quite the office. It reminds Sleuth a lot of Wealthy Quantifier’s home. Dark wood, or dark wood paneling, covers the walls. Three windows are behind Wallstreet Keynoter’s desk. Potted plants in the corners flank the windows. The desk itself is made from ornately carved wood.
“Problem Sleuth!” Wallstreet Keynoter shouts jovially. The mountain of a man is sitting in his chair. Litigious Lawyer is leaning on the desk with one hip. They were evidently discussing something, but Sleuth didn’t catch any of it. “Laywer didn’t tell me it’d be you!” Keynoter gets out of his chair and pulls Sleuth into an affectionate hug. Sleuth’s feet dangle off the ground for a few seconds. “How are you, Sleuth? How are you?”
“Sleuth,” Litigious Lawyer says, standing up from the desk. “You look like hell! What’ve you been getting into?”
Sleuth finally gets let go from the hug and looks at the two smiling men. “Oh, you know. I’ve got a few old friends who wanted to catch up.” He says with a smile.
Litigious Lawyer’s face turns sullen for a moment. “You don’t mean that shootout in the middle of downtown.”
Problem Sleuth shrugs. “I’m a popular guy today. Who am I to turn away attention like that?”
Keynoter moves back behind his desk and sits back in his chair. “You know, I could give you a job. The moment you want it you can have it. It’ll be a break from all the hardboiled danger you’re getting yourself into.”
Sleuth chuckles. “I’ll have to pass. If I’ve done it for this long and I ain’t dead yet I figure I’ll keep on living.”
“Very well, Problem Sleuth.” Keynoter says. “Now, what did you want to see me about?” He asks.
Sleuth looks at Litigious Lawyer. “It’s private.”
Litigious Lawyer takes the cue and steps outside, closing the door behind him. Keynoter motions to Sleuth to take a seat. Sleuth accepts. “I need to ask you several questions. About your wife.”
Wallstreet Keynoter’s eyes widen and he frowns for a moment before he relaxes and places his hands on his desk. “Is she alright?”
“I don’t know.” Problem Sleuth pulls a scrap of paper out of his trench coat and slides it across the desk to Keynoter. “She came by my office yesterday morning and hired me for a job. She said to get in contact with her with that number. I’ve tried. She hasn’t answered.”
“That’s strange.” Keynoter says, picking up the phone and dialing the number, sliding the paper back after he finishes dialing. “I’ve talked to her since yesterday.”
“Did she call you?” Sleuth asks, pocketing the number.
“Yes,” Keynoter says as his face puzzles for a moment. After several seconds Keynoter hangs up the receiver. He holds his hands together in worry for a moment. “What did she hire you for?”
“You’re aware her house was robbed, correct?”
“Our house, you mean.” Keynoter corrects. “Yes, I found out yesterday after my wife called to inform me she had gone out of town for several days. She said she was frightened about the robbery.” Keynoter says. “I haven’t had a chance yet to inspect what’s missing for myself.”
“When did she call?” Sleuth asks.
“Sometime in the afternoon.”
“Is this normal for her?”
“Problem Sleuth,” Keynoter says in a chastising tone. “Wealthy Qauntifier is a very independent woman. Her leaving the city on a whim is perfectly normal. Being unable to contact her is not, however.” Keynoter says with a worried tone.
“She came in my office yesterday morning and asked me to find some missing property of hers.” Sleuth says. “She didn’t tell me what it is, but I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to be looking for the Sapphire of Alternia.”
Keynoter’s eyes flick straight into Sleuth’s. “What makes you say that?” He asks.
“Well, for one, she wasn’t wearing it around her neck and made a point to show me.” Sleuth says. “I figured it out when I visited her house.”
“Our house.” Keynoter corrects again.
“And for two,” Sleuth says, taking in a breath. “The Felt are looking for it too.”
Keynoter leans all the way back in his chair. “Oh dear.” Is all he manages. Moments of uneasy silence pass between them. “Problem Sleuth,” Keynoter finally says. “The Sapphire is just a jewel. It’s one of a kind and it’s valuable, but it ultimately doesn’t mean anything. I want you to look for my wife and make sure she is safe.”
“Keynoter,” Sleuth says. “I’d be more than happy to, but I don’t know where to look.”
Wallstreet Keynoter sighs. “You’re right, of course. I may be expecting too much out of you for asking that. I can’t expect you to work miracles anymore.” He says with a wistful smile. “If there’s anything you can think of to help find her, I would be ever grateful. I have to know she’s safe.”
“I’m not sure you have to worry about that.” Sleuth says. “It sounds like she’s in hiding. And you know this better than anyone, but Wealthy Quantifier isn’t any ordinary woman.”
“Oh, do I.” Keynoter says. “I still worry though. If the Felt are looking for the Sapphire of Alternia, I’m afraid their search might lead them to her. She is the jewel’s keeper.”
“Which is exactly why I need to get in contact with her.” Sleuth says. “If she’s got reason to be as tightlipped as she was when she came in my office she probably knows a thing or two about where the Sapphire is.”
“That’s reasonable, but I don’t know anymore how to get into contact with her than you do.” Keynoter says. “Powerlessness is not a feeling I’m used to, Problem Sleuth.”
“I know what you mean.” Sleuth says with a forced smile.
Wallstreet Keynoter stands up. “Is there anything else, Problem Sleuth?”
“No, that’s all I came here to talk to you about. If she calls you, tell her I need to talk to her.”
“Very well,” Keynoter says. He offers his hand for a shake. Sleuth grabs it. Sleuth gets vigorously shaken around as a result. “It was good to see you again, Problem Sleuth, though I wish we could have this meeting under better circumstances.”
“Circumstances are usually like this.” Sleuth smirks.
“I meant my circumstances.” Keynoter says with a grin. “I know you get into trouble all the time. Try to keep yourself out of it for a change.”
“I’ll try.” Sleuth says. “Good to see you again.” Sleuth opens the door and leaves the room. He closes the door behind him.
Litigious Lawyer is outside the office staring out across the city, looking at nothing in particular. “You ever miss it, Sleuth?” Lawyer says.
Problem Sleuth joins him in taking in the view. “Miss what?”
“Working with the big man. Fighting the good fight. Having a purpose. You know?” Lawyer says as he glances at Sleuth.
“Oh, no.” Sleuth says. “Don’t tell me you’re nostalgic for senseless warfare.”
Lawyer shakes his head. “No, it’s not that at all.” He says. “I miss working with you. And Inspector and Dick. I have a lot of fond memories of that.”
Sleuth shifts his weight around on his feet. “Look, I do too, but the fond memories are soured by who we were fighting. I don’t even want to say it.”
“Derse.”
Sleuth glares. “Yeah.”
“It still seems like that sometimes. You got the Midnight Crew and Snowman on one side, and then you got the big man and his wife on the other side. They’re not fighting the same way anymore, but they’re still working at each other.” Lawyer muses.
“That’s not because they were from some place we were told was the enemy. That’s because they’ve got a sour disposition. And Wealthy Quantifier and Wallstreet Keynoter a good one.”
Lawyer looks down at his feet. “I know you’re right.”
“When you got people like Wellmannered Vicemayor and Mobster Kingpin being the opposite of what you’d expect from where they came from, that distinction starts to lose its meaning.” Sleuth says. “And that’s just the high profile examples.”
“I know.” Lawyer says. A tense moment of silence passes between them. “Don’t you wish you could do more against the Felt and the Midnight Crew? They’ve got this city in a vise grip.”
“I’m doing all I can.” Sleuth says. “Not least of all because they keep finding me. But it’s not like I’m on a crusade to stop them or anything. I’m just doing what I’m getting paid to do.”
"Maybe you'd like to start one."
Sleuth shakes his head. "I'm not that kind of man." Sleuth says. "I'd have to quit doing half the things I do if I wanted to suddenly become righteous."
Lawyer lets a moment pass. He looks at Sleuth with a smile on his face. “With friends like the Midnight Crew and the Felt how are you still alive after all this time?”
Sleuth smiles. “Sometimes I don’t even know.” He turns to leave. “I’ll see you around, Lawyer.”
“Take care of yourself, Sleuth.”
Sleuth rings the elevator and rides to the ground floor.
Well, that was a giant waste of time.
Problem Sleuth: Rant.
Stupid tightlipped socialites.
If you had known at the beginning of the day that by the end you would’ve been jumped twice and you’d be no closer than you were yesterday to finding the Sapphire of Alternia, you would’ve stayed at home.
Sleuth wonders about what he’s supposed to do now. He could go shake some low level Felt thugs down for information. Any information. Maybe they’re getting close to finding the piece of junk. Who knows.
Or he could say to hell with this case and go look into that other case instead. The one that hasn’t gone cold. The one with evidence he still needs to look at. The one he’s going to get his ass thrown in the slammer for.
Sleuth reaches the ground floor and exits the elevator. Inside is a convention of nervous security guards. As he makes his way past towards the exit he understands why. He leaves the building.
“Problem Sleuth.” A green man in a maroon hat greets him.
“Crowbar.” Sleuth responds. “Glad you could come by. I needed a ride. What’s your rate?”
Crowbar gives a grin full of contempt. He’s waiting beside two green sedans. Flanking him are Itchy, Die, Eggs, and Biscuits. Crowbar hefts his namesake and steps right in front of Problem Sleuth. “We need to talk. Get in. I’m not going to tell you twice.” He says, pointing to a car with his crowbar. “I’m in a bad mood because of you.”
Sleuth looks over the Felt. This isn’t a fight he can win. This isn’t a fight he can even run away from. He has no choice. He starts walking to the car. “Really? I don’t remember doing anything to you. What’s the matter?”
Crowbar prods Sleuth in the back as he gets inside. “I’ll tell you all about it.” Crowbar enters, Itchy gets in the driver seat, and the car takes off.
==>
Make that three times.
Wealthy Quantifier needs to pay you four times as much as she is now to make this worth your while.
I should probably start writing segments that let Problem Sleuth get closer to what he's looking for instead of continuing to throw roadblocks in his investigation. He spends all this time making his way to Wallstreet Keynoter and what does he learn? Nothing.
I've been a jackass author to him recently. But I am completely unapologetic.
Equius stared up at the sign over-hanging the modest store.
"HASS'S CONVENIENCE STORE", it read.
D --> This modest sign is a good display of... of...
Equius grunted angrily. He couldn't even finish his thought with all this damn rain!
That reminded him...
He needed to get some more towels anyway...
With two objectives in mind, Detective Zahhak walked into the shop, trying to not break the door on the way in.
He did an admirable job of it, ringing the little bell as a marker of his success.
"Hello, Mister..."
"D --> Zahhak."
"Zahhak! Yes! Welcome!"
Equius was impressed that this one hadn't mispronounced or otherwise questioned his name...
Equius simply stood there, trying to figure out how to word it...
"Do you need help finding something?"
"D--> No, no, I'm not 100king for anything... I mean..."
Equius was starting to sweat. He decided to continue on the path he had taken, though...
"D --> Look, I'm Equius Zahhak, private detective, and I need to ask you a few questions about your... son..."
Hass straightened up and tried to not look disgruntled.
"I'm sorry, but I've already told the police all I know."
Equius thought of breaking something to show his strength... But no... This fellow had shown considerable modesty...
"D --> Can you repeat it for me, then?"
"NO!"
Hass slammed his fist down onto the counter.
"I've already said enough to anyone about this! Why don't you just go ask the police about all that?!"
D --> This... This... Insubordination... It's making me sweat...
He then remembered the other reason he was there.
"D --> I'm sorry to have bothered you, but... Would you happen to have any towels?"
"Back of the store, to the right."
"D --> Thanks."
Equius walked brusquely past the typical convenience store fare.
Then he hit the mother-lode.
His eyes bugged out.
D --> Oh... oh... oh... that is... e%quisite...
He almost fell to his knees at the sight...
An entire half-shelf filled to the brim with towels, towels, and more towels!
It was too much. He uncharacteristically fell to one knee, crying tears of absolute-
A jingle from the shop's door reminded him that there were security cameras watching.
He had quickly picked himself up, and a few cases of towels, when...
"HEY FUCK-ASS!"
A familiar voice rang out in the store.
"GIMME ALL THAT YOU GOT IN THE REGISTER, NOOKSNIFFER!"
Equius suddenly realized the potential for trouble...
He slowly dropped the towels, and crept around the corner of the store...
Just as he suspected...
There was that Karkat thug, pointing a gun at Hass...
"You cannot shoot me!"
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M POINTING THIS GUN AT YOU, ASS-HOLE?!"
Equius saw a shelf of bottles to his left as he crept closer to Karkat...
"No... I can't do that!"
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! GIVE. ME. EVERYTHING... NOW!"
He reached out for one...
"Why should I do that? This is a free country!"
"LISTEN, OLD MALE HUMAN, I'LL PUT A PIECE OF HONED METAL INSIDE YOUR PROTEIN CHUTE USING THIS TRIGGERED PROJECTILE PROJECTOR IF YOU DON'T OPEN THAT MONEY-COLLECTING MECHANICAL MACHINERY VAULT RIGHT NOW!!!"
"Good god, man! That was way too many words to put into a single death threat!"
"OH, ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNN-"
The bottle broke in Equius's hand.
"D --> Fiddlesticks!"
Karkat turned around, pointing the Triggered Projecti-... pistol... at Equius's head.
"HANDS OVER YOUR HEAD, NOW!!!"
He motioned Equius over towards the light, where he could see him easier.
"I SAID NOW!!!"
Equius complied, sweating bucke-... boatloads of perspiration.
D --> Okay Equius, think...
D --> One should always try talking them out, first, I believe...
"D ---> E%cuse me!"
Karkat lowered his eyelids.
"WHAT NOW, ASS-HOLE?"
"D --> What... What is your name?"
"KARKAT VANTAS, YOU DUMB-FUCK..."
"D --> Do you have a family, or... a wife... or..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, PILLWEEF! I'M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR STUPID TRICKS!"
He pointed the gun back at Hass.
"NOW GIVE ME. ALL. YOUR. MONEY..."
"NOW!"
STRONG JUMP!
"DOOF!"
Equius tackled Karkat to the ground, knocking the gun loose in the process.
STRONG PUNCH!
"DOOFBLBEUGEHGH..."
And he was down for the count...
Equius almost felt bad for him, but once he saw the red blood...
"D --> Mutant-blooded scum..."
He stood up.
"Thank you, Mr. Zahhak, thank you!"
"D --> It was..."
Equius felt around for any pain...
He felt none, and was proud of it.
"D --> It was nothing..."
"Of course it was! You just knocked that guy senseless!"
"D --> Well..."
Equius was starting to sweat in a way he hadn't ever sweated before.
"D --> I need to go acquire some of those towels, if y-"
"Wait!"
Hass quickly retrieved a cardboard box.
With a deep breath out, he set it down on the counter.
"I... I got a letter in the mail after the Nic Cage Killer took my... took my son..."
Hass fought back the tears and continued.
"It... It had a locker number, and... The locker... had this box..."
He slid the box forward.
"D --> May I..."
"Please. Take it. It's yours."
Hearing that for the second time today, Equius opened the box.
He pulled out a portrait of Nicolas Cage, wearing a ridiculous green hat.
Equius put the portrait back into the box.
"Again, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"D --> And again from me, no swea-..."
With that, Equius made a bee-line towards the towel section.
YES! Equius is PERFECT for this role! And I love how Karkat keeps showing up to be an asshole!
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Hey kids, it's that time again: another chapter of Crossing Over
This one's kind of short and not a lot gets done, but it does reveal more of this mysterious plan the kids are hatching up!
Previous chapters are in my sig if anyone wants to go back and check those out
Crossing Over: Chapter 6
John stepped back to admire his and Jade's handiwork. Alchemizing the thing with all the features they needed had been an ordeal, and their work had not yet truly began, but the apparatus they had just finished was truly a work of art.
To be honest, the siblings were at least a little nervous. John had little experience in this field of work; in fact, the one time he managed to pull it off, it was pretty much accidental. Jade had more knowledge of the logic behind it, but she had never worked on equipment with features like this, or with expected results on this scale.
But their task was clear, and a critical piece of the mission that lay before them. Failure was unacceptable. John pressed the button to activate the viewport on his terminal as Jade did the same for her own.
The machine hummed to life and John's screen blinked on, picturing a young male humanoid with grey skin and nubby yellow-orange horns. He held a sickle and was practicing with it in what John presumed was his room. When the figure turned around and revealed a grey Cancer astrological sign on his shirt, there was no doubt. That's Karkat, John thought. He pressed another button on the console and attempted to appearify Karkat. Of course, this failed, and a mass of paradox slime appeared instead, which was quickly collected by the machine and stored in one of the 16 tubes of the ectobiology containment unit. Just as planned.
Another sequence of keystrokes. This time, a young troll girl appeared onscreen, dressed in pirate gear. Her left eye had seven pupils. A cerulean Scorpio sign adorned her front. Vriska. Appearify, slime, collect, store.
Jade's screen powered on. A troll girl appeared, wearing a highly decorative outfit and holding a double-ended trident. When it became clear she lived underwater, Jade recognized who she looked at. Feferi. Appearify, slime, collect, store.
This continued until the paradox slime of all twelve trolls had been collected and stored away. Four more empty chambers remained.
John pressed another sequence of keys. On his screen was Rose, surrounded by her corsorts and reading from her tome of eldritch lore. Appearify, slime, collect, store. An image of Dave from before Sburb filled Jade's screen. He and his brother were training on their apartment's rooftops. Appearify, slime, collect, store.
A child and her dog frolicked on John's screen. Jade hugged Becquerel and giggled like a little girl often does. Appearify, slime, collect, store. Jade watched this scene play out on her own monitor and smiled at the happy memory. The perspective shifted slightly to reveal John, watching this not even seconds ago. Appearify, slime, collect, store.
The brother and sister met at the central terminal. Sixteen tubes of slime had been collected; now their work could truly begin.
"ive only done this with frogs, you know. something more complex wont be so easy."
"it's okay, jade. i know we can do it!"
She smiled at him. "alright, brother. lets begin!!!"
-----
Dave's return to LOHAC was a happy occasion, to say the least, and not just because the kids were happy to see their friend again.
"good to see you back, buddy! looks like your nap went well."
"haha thanks bro, ive got a hell of a story to tell."
The revelation of Aradia's presence in their session was a boon they hadn't seen coming. The fact that she survived and had ascended was of great import, but most important was what this implied; the human session and the troll session WERE, in fact, linked, and the dreamscape served as the binding. Rose was actually surprisingly optimistic about the mission for once. In her own words, "two God Tier time-aspect players means the chances of us pulling this off just exponentially increased. I don't dare think we're assured success because of it, but I believe we can rest a little easier knowing there exists a redundant failsafe."
-----
Meanwhile, in the dreamscape, a young soul fled, having managed to escape his dream bubble. To say the horrorterrors are not pleased with this turn of events would be a gross understatement. NOBODY has ever escaped the dream bubbles until now, and they would make an example of this rebel.
He grips the small object in the pocket of his coat and points it at the abomination lashing out at him. The tip of it glows white-hot for an instant before a white bolt of lightning severs the flailing tentacles. The severed appendages pass by him harmlessly.
"zap, motherfuckers. boww dowwn to the mighty wwizard of wwhite science."
Notes:
Told ya. People can't stay dead when I write them.
But why would I bring back a villain?
That's a question for another time.
Also maybe I ought to go back and apply color codes to quotes and logs, shit's a little harder to follow without them
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Jim. Jim. Stop it. Stop being so awesome. Because, as has been said at least twice, I hate it when Sapphire of Alternia updates. BECAUSE THEN I HAVE TO WAIT FOR MORE SAPPHIRE OF ALTERNIA.
Or type faster. One of the two.
Quotes
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
-Father Dennis Edward O'Brien/USMC
Courage is endurance for one moment more....
-Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Sapphire of Alternia comments!
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
“Maybe when you clean up a bit, you’ll come back.” The receptionist says.
“But I’ll need a reason to do that.” Problem Sleuth says with a smirk as he walks to the elevator. “You got one?”
“Oh,” The receptionist reciprocates the smile. “A few.”
Problem Sleuth, you are such a popular man. I am not an attractive secretary or even an ugly secretary but I would also flirt with you shamelessly.
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
You can see everything from up here. The whole city. Every single inch. And it goes on for miles. Residential blocks, apartments, industrial districts. Office buildings, movie theaters. Race tracks, casinos. It’s breathtaking.
And then beyond it. Wasteland. Mountains devoid of vegetation. The occasional ruin. It’s humbling. The rest of the planet is like that. Completely dead, and right here is the only spark of life.
Here's where I began to feel that ominous undertone I associate with so much of Hussie's work. It's the feeling you get when you realize you've been staring at one city block for weeks and the world just unfolded and revealed itself. Oh god the world is so big.
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
Wallstreet Keynoter sighs. “You’re right, of course. I may be expecting too much out of you for asking that. I can’t expect you to work miracles anymore.”
WHAT WHAT IS THIS
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
Crowbar gives a grin full of contempt. He’s waiting beside two green sedans. Flanking him are Itchy, Die, Eggs, and Biscuits. Crowbar hefts his namesake and steps right in front of Problem Sleuth. “We need to talk. Get in. I’m not going to tell you twice.” He says, pointing to a car with his crowbar. “I’m in a bad mood because of you.”
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
Make that three times.
Here's your complementary beating for the day. What's that? You're full? You've had your share of beatings? I'm sorry, but I prepared this one specially for you, and I just cannot wait until you're ready. You're just going to have to take this one now.
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
I've been a jackass author to him recently. But I am completely unapologetic.
This reminds me of a few quotes from the Jim Butcher book Side Jobs, a collection of Dresden short stories. I'm sorry I keep harping on how much your Sleuth reminds me of him but it's about the highest compliment I can pay.
Originally Posted by Jim Butcher
So, from newlyweds, mead, and Norse-Scandinavian backgrounds, I developed a story using everything from the Dresden Files' story line that had the flimsiest of connections to those base ideas. I put them all together, plopped Harry down in the middle of it, and gleefully watched as it caught fire.
Originally Posted by Jim Butcher
Poor Dresden. I mean, I keep putting the weight of the world on the guy's shoulders- and I feel really bad about it. No really. I'm serious. I feel awful, honestly.
Okay, well. Less "awful" and more "gleeful", but you get the point.
Originally Posted by Jim Butcher
After that, all I had to do was apply his usual streak of luck and cackle madly to myself while typing.
So yeah, your relationship to Sleuth reminds me a little of Butcher's to Dresden.
Originally Posted by Decker
Originally Posted by Jim Groovester
Originally Posted by Path
Diamonds Droog woke up in the morning and thought, "Today is the day I kill Problem Sleuth."
So, just like every other day then?
"What are we going to do tonight Droogs?"
"The same thing we do every night Deuce. Try to kill Problem Sleuth!"
It is important to note that the events of Waiting are still holding true! My Droog does not lose patience easily, and he made up his mind at the end of Waiting to let Sleuth and Slick's relationship run its course before he brutally tortured and murdered Problem Sleuth (but, erm, more on that later).
I guess he really must care about Slick, if seeing him with someone else makes him lose his cool.
And Droog is nothing but cool.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Whew, got this finished. Not posting it tomorrow because I have another fic I'd like to write for Valentine's Day.
Anyway, Wizardstuck!
Wizardstuck: Valentine's Day
The day began much like any other. It was another simple mid-February morning at Hogwarts, with a shining sun and a blanket of snow still covering the ground from earlier in the week. It might be cold outside, but it was warm in the Great Hall, and all the students were enjoying another delicious breakfast.
Well, most of them, anyway.
"Fucking snow," Karkat grumbled, poking his scrambled eggs with a fork. "Fucking Herbology. Why do we even have that class in the middle of the winter?" John just laughed from across the table.
"It's not the middle of winter, it's almost over! Everyone says that this last snowfall is probably the last for the season. And anyway, we've been going to the class all year. I think you'll survive another trek through the snow, Karkat." The troll simply grunted in response.
"I, uh, kind of like Herbology," Tavros said, slowly eating a piece of toast. "It's more fun than, uh, Potions."
"Any class is more fun than Potions," Karkat growled. "I'd rather spend twelve fucking hours listening to Trelawney prattle on and on about visions and other divination shit than spend five minutes with Snape." Karkat quickly chugged a glass of pumpkin juice and slammed the glass back down on the table, already looking sufficiently irritable. "Bitch doesn't know that we made most of those fucking stars of hers."
"And we all agreed not to say anything," John reminded him. "It'll only cause more trouble than it's worth. Anyway, where's Feferi? I haven't seen her yet this morning."
"She's, uh, kind of down today," Tavros said. "I don't think she was able to, uh, sleep in the lake last night. Too cold."
"She's a fucking idiot for sleeping with the squid anyway," Karkat replied. "But that's seadwellers for you. They're all fucking nuts." As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar noise filled the Great Hall. Hundreds of wings stirred the air and the owls that owned them swooped down over the heads of the assembled students. There seemed to be more in the air than usual that day, and many of them bore brightly colored packages in varying shades of red and pink. Tavros stared up at them curiously.
"Why are there so many, uh, gifts today?" He asked. John glanced up as well, looking puzzled.
"I'm not really sure. Unless—oh, wait!" One of the birds swooped down and landed nimbly beside John's plate. It was a barn owl, with a heart-shaped face and large black eyes. Attached to its feet was a package with a note that read "To John" in handwriting that the boy recognized. He recognized the owl as well.
"Hey, Liv! How are you?" The bird, of course, did not respond, though it did give him a rather exasperated look. "Alright, alright, I get it." He quickly untied the package from Liv's talons and then offered her a scrap of toast. She was his pet, after all, though it looked like she had brought a package from his father. As soon as she had devoured the toast, she gave him a quick endearing peck before flying off. All the while, Karkat was looking at the package eagerly.
"So? What is it?" The usually grumpy troll was looking almost excited for once. John rolled his eyes.
"Jeez, Karkat, give me a minute!" He pulled the card off of the box before unwrapping it. As he did, the delicious scent of chocolate wafted out of it. John made a face. "Just like I thought, more chocolate chip cookies." He looked over at Tavros, completely ignoring Karkat's pleading look. "Hey Tav, you want 'em? I don't really like cookies that much."
"I, uh, suppose I could eat them, if no one else wanted any," he replied, catching on to John's ploy immediately. He grinned.
"I can't think of anyone else," John said with a shrug, passing the box over to him. Karkat looked like he was about to explode.
"Come on, guys, this isn't fucking fair!" He said, his usually angry voice sounding almost whiny. "Neither of you even like cookies!" They both stared at him for a moment, trying to keep straight faces, only to start laughing. Karkat glared. "Fuck you! Laughing at my expense! I see how much you appreciate me!" His expression instantly changed when Tavros handed him the box. Without even saying "thank you", he immediately dug in. If the two Hufflepuffs hadn't of known better, they would have thought he hadn't eaten in days. Such was an alien's love for cookies.
"So, uh, John," Tavros said, ignoring Karkat gorging himself, "what did your human guardian have to say?"
"Oh! I totally forgot to look." John picked up the card and quickly read the back, then laughed to himself. "Hah, that explains it. It's Valentine's Day. I totally forgot."
"Valentine's Day?" Tavros asked, looking confused. "I guess that's a, uh, Earth holiday?"
"Yeah," John replied, "it's a holiday where you give the people you like a gift to show how much you appreciate them! Although, it's really more for, like, sweethearts, I guess. Or matesprits." Karkat, apparently, had been listening even while eating cookies.
"That's stupid," he said through a mouthful. "To have a holiday for just one quadrant." John shrugged.
"Well, we only have one quadrant! So I guess it makes sense."
"Still sounds like more stupid human bullshit. Although, if you get cookies, I guess it can't be all bad." Karkat went back to eating.
---
Meanwhile, at another table, a certain Gryffindor was finding himself under siege by valentines.
Dave had put the ever-growing pile of sweets and decorated hearts directly in front of his plate, and although it was hard to tell through his sunglasses, he was glaring at him. He hadn't asked for this shit. How was he at fault that European girls apparently liked cool kids? There just weren't enough of them in this damn country.
"This is stupid," Sollux said, trying to look at Dave from over the pile. "Why do you humans even have this holiday?"
"Hell if I know," Dave replied. "It's just a gimmick for companies to make money off of. And I don't even know half of these girls, anyway." Vriska snickered across the table.
"Just admit it, Dave, you've got all the girls. All of them." Dave pointedly ignored her.
"I think it's adorpurrble." Nepeta said. "We never had anything like Valentine's Day!"
"Of course shipper kitty likes it," Dave said. "You're not the cool kid trippin' down all these valentines, with nothin' to do with 'em all." Another dropped out of the air as an owl flew above them, and Sollux groaned.
---
By comparison, the Ravenclaw table was rather subdued.
"I'm so glad that I get to spend Valentine's Day with you guys!" Jade said happily. "I've never really gotten to actually give someone a valentine, so this is really exciting." The other three girls just laughed. Jade had made all three of them hand-made valentines, each bearing just a simple heart and writing underneath that said, "Thanks for being an awesome friend! :D"
"I've never particularly gotten into the spirit either, to be honest," Rose said. "There was never anyone I felt particularly inclined to give a valentine to anyway."
"It is an interesting holiday," Aradia commented. "It sounds somewhat similar to an old holiday I read about long before we played SGrub. The only difference was that the gifts that were given to the members of your respective quadrants were the organs of your fallen enemies, not just the symbol of one." Both human girls began to look a little nauseous.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of that too," Kanaya said. "Weren't you supposed to give a cardiary vascular pump to your matesprit?"
"Yes, and a toxin bladder to your kismesis," Aradia replied. "I can't seem to remember what you were supposed to gift to your moirail or auspictice, though."
"That's, uh, alright," Jade said. "I think I'll stick to paper hearts."
"I concur," Rose agreed.
---
"Pyrope, that looks obscene." The troll girl giggled at Equius's comment as she continued to lick the valentine she had stolen from Malfoy. Once she'd licked it once, he hadn't wanted it back.
"But it tastes so delicious! Like cherries." It was getting quite soggy now, though.
"Why don't you just go find some fuckin' real cherries," Eridan said. "You look like a fuckin' idiot."
"If I cared about looking like an idiot, Eridan, I wouldn't hang out with you," she replied with a broad smile. The sea troll glared, though he didn't reply directly to her.
"It's a stupid holiday anyway," he grumbled under his breath. It was obvious, however, that he was thinking about Feferi. Again.
"Hey, my motherfuckin' bro, cheer up!" Gamzee grinned. "All these fuckin' owls with these fuckin' valentines, it's like a motherfuckin miracle, and that shit can't keep a bro down for long."
"Th-thanks, Gamzee. I guess."
Terezi, meanwhile, had apparently decided that the valentine she had was indeed too soggy. So, naturally, she grabbed another off of Malfoy's pile. The human boy glared.
"Shove off, troll bitch," he growled, though he knew by this time in the school year that is was impossible to get the trolls to do anything he told them to. Terezi just grinned and licked the cutout in the shape of a heart.
Okay, maybe she was mostly doing this just to annoy Malfoy. But that was really reason enough, wasn't it?
Around that time, a certain Hufflepuff girl was sitting on her bed, drawing out a valentine. It was in the shape of a heart with a drawing of a cuttlefish in the middle. Beneath that were the words, "Herring is red, the ocean is blue, cuttlefish are sweet, and I glubbing love you! 38D" She put the finishing touches on it before climbing to her feet and all but running out the door. She couldn't wait to get to the Great Hall!
... Yeah. The Hufflepuff section is so long because I love those guys, okay?
Last edited by draconicAlgorithm; 02-13-2011 at 10:11 PM.
Reason: SMILIIIIIIIIES -h8h8h8h8-
An occasional fanfic writer and general lurker. -- Chromatica: An Ib-inspired text adventure featuring Homestuck characters
THAT IS NOT SPADES
THERE IS NO CONSENT
THAT IS LIKE SPADES RAPE
TROLLS WOULD BE DISGUSTED
Originally Posted by invalidgriffin
Where do you keep the chips, dB. Can you turn up the air conditioner? Man why is your internet so slow, it is taking forever to download all these seasons of Digimon. YES Digimon is important to the lesbians process will you stop nagging.
Originally Posted by olivia
Originally Posted by Doodled
Eridan: Hunt for fearsome beast
Very fearsome indeed.
got that bitch a wweb-cartoonist. bitches lovve wweb-cartoonists.
Fanfics
Chapter Fics
Thicker Than Blood 01234: It seemed like a pretty straightforward moraillegience. He provided her with food, she protected him from the other rainbow drinkers. Maybe if her old matesprit hadn't gotten involved, it would have stayed that way.
Wizardstuck 12345678910111213141516: The new Hogwarts students just keep getting weirder every year.
Zombiestuck KKEG (1): They thought that the Earth would be empty, ready for them to rebuild and reshape it as they saw fit. They weren't expecting that the meteors wouldn't hit everywhere, or that they might have some nasty side effects. They weren't expecting the Infected.
Don't Press Buttons (1): As usual, John does something stupid. Only this time, the result is that he becomes a troll, and Karkat becomes a human. Shenanigans ensue.
One-Shots
Blood and Noir: I'd fallen for that trap once. I wasn't going to do it again. The Road Ill Traveled: A poem about Karkat and Terezi written in the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Traveled". Pixie Trails: Sometimes luck doesn't even factor in. Unovastuck-Karkat vs Throh and Sawk: Apparently, a Sawk is faster than a Throh. Faster than a Braviary too. Karkat finds out the hard way. Kore Wa Troll Desu Ka?: Includes crossdressing and magical girl transformations. Karkat was not pleased. The Lawyer and the Goddess: Vriska and Terezi are having a very important chat when they get interrupted by a certain juggalo. Prompt Dunp: A group of several short fics I wrote based on prompts, including Tavros and Bro sharing tea, Slick talking with Jade about (briefly) hobbits, and Dave finding a birthday gift for Rose. Tears: Getting stabbed in the chest once sucks. Getting stabbed in the chest twice really sucks. Prey: Nepeta is a clever kitty. Yes: In a moment of weakness, Rose consults her magical cue ball. My Little Sis: An alt!kids fic about Bro raising blue!Jade. Based off of MSB's AU roleplay. Funhouse: John really, REALLY doesn't like clowns. Or music by Pink. Ice Cubes: Bro talks to Nanna before his fated battle with Jack. INDIGO and CaNdY rEd: An altblood pesterlog, featuring mutant Gamzee and indigo Karkat. Kantostuck: John wants to be the very best. Like no one ever was. Disease Called Friendship: Karkat has had a bad time with friends. The Demon: Death sometimes comes in the form you'd least expect. Hope: Even the Prince of Hope doesn't understand it. Hoststuck: Yeah, I don't really know either. Coulrophobia: HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER Do: Killer: He stalks in the darkness, waiting. Waiting. Awaken: It's hard, being a rainbowdrinker. It's hard and no one understands. Kitten: Hearts Boxcars adopts an adorable kitten. Misery Loves Company: Terezi gives the bad news, and finds out some bad news of her own. Tend the Living: Gogdammit Hussie I hate you. Doll: It's actually a very good thing that Vriska allowed Bec to be prototyped. Don't Die On Me: Terezi discovers a new reason to hate Vriska. BL1ND Buddiie2: Sollux consults Terezi on the best method of seeing without sight. Cold: Dave decides to take a little time out to go see Jade.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by draconicAlgorithm
Whew, got this finished. Not posting it tomorrow because I have another fic I'd like to write for Valentine's Day.
Anyway, Wizardstuck!
Wizardstuck: Valentine's Day
The day began much like any other. It was another simple mid-February morning at Hogwarts, with a shining sun and a blanket of snow still covering the ground from earlier in the week. It might be cold outside, but it was warm in the Great Hall, and all the students were enjoying another delicious breakfast.
Well, most of them, anyway.
"Fucking snow," Karkat grumbled, poking his scrambled eggs with a fork. "Fucking Herbology. Why do we even have that class in the middle of the winter?" John just laughed from across the table.
"It's not the middle of winter, it's almost over! Everyone says that this last snowfall is probably the last for the season. And anyway, we've been going to the class all year. I think you'll survive another trek through the snow, Karkat." The troll simply grunted in response.
"I, uh, kind of like Herbology," Tavros said, slowly eating a piece of toast. "It's more fun than, uh, Potions."
"Any class is more fun than Potions," Karkat growled. "I'd rather spend twelve fucking hours listening to Trelawney prattle on and on about visions and other divination shit than spend five minutes with Snape." Karkat quickly chugged a glass of pumpkin juice and slammed the glass back down on the table, already looking sufficiently irritable. "Bitch doesn't know that we made most of those fucking stars of hers."
"And we all agreed not to say anything," John reminded him. "It'll only cause more trouble than it's worth. Anyway, where's Feferi? I haven't seen her yet this morning."
"She's, uh, kind of down today," Tavros said. "I don't think she was able to, uh, sleep in the lake last night. Too cold."
"She's a fucking idiot for sleeping with the squid anyway," Karkat replied. "But that's seadwellers for you. They're all fucking nuts." As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar noise filled the Great Hall. Hundreds of wings stirred the air and the owls that owned them swooped down over the heads of the assembled students. There seemed to be more in the air than usual that day, and many of them bore brightly colored packages in varying shades of red and pink. Tavros stared up at them curiously.
"Why are there so many, uh, gifts today?" He asked. John glanced up as well, looking puzzled.
"I'm not really sure. Unless—oh, wait!" One of the birds swooped down and landed nimbly beside John's plate. It was a barn owl, with a heart-shaped face and large black eyes. Attached to its feet was a package with a note that read "To John" in handwriting that the boy recognized. He recognized the owl as well.
"Hey, Liv! How are you?" The bird, of course, did not respond, though it did give him a rather exasperated look. "Alright, alright, I get it." He quickly untied the package from Liv's talons and then offered her a scrap of toast. She was his pet, after all, though it looked like she had brought a package from his father. As soon as she had devoured the toast, she gave him a quick endearing peck before flying off. All the while, Karkat was looking at the package eagerly.
"So? What is it?" The usually grumpy troll was looking almost excited for once. John rolled his eyes.
"Jeez, Karkat, give me a minute!" He pulled the card off of the box before unwrapping it. As he did, the delicious scent of chocolate wafted out of it. John made a face. "Just like I thought, more chocolate chip cookies." He looked over at Tavros, completely ignoring Karkat's pleading look. "Hey Tav, you want 'em? I don't really like cookies that much."
"I, uh, suppose I could eat them, if no one else wanted any," he replied, catching on to John's ploy immediately. He grinned.
"I can't think of anyone else," John said with a shrug, passing the box over to him. Karkat looked like he was about to explode.
"Come on, guys, this isn't fucking fair!" He said, his usually angry voice sounding almost whiny. "Neither of you even like cookies!" They both stared at him for a moment, trying to keep straight faces, only to start laughing. Karkat glared. "Fuck you! Laughing at my expense! I see how much you appreciate me!" His expression instantly changed when Tavros handed him the box. Without even saying "thank you", he immediately dug in. If the two Hufflepuffs hadn't of known better, they would have thought he hadn't eaten in days. Such was an alien's love for cookies.
"So, uh, John," Tavros said, ignoring Karkat gorging himself, "what did your human guardian have to say?"
"Oh! I totally forgot to look." John picked up the card and quickly read the back, then laughed to himself. "Hah, that explains it. It's Valentine's Day. I totally forgot."
"Valentine's Day?" Tavros asked, looking confused. "I guess that's a, uh, Earth holiday?"
"Yeah," John replied, "it's a holiday where you give the people you like a gift to show how much you appreciate them! Although, it's really more for, like, sweethearts, I guess. Or matesprits." Karkat, apparently, had been listening even while eating cookies.
"That's stupid," he said through a mouthful. "To have a holiday for just one quadrant." John shrugged.
"Well, we only have one quadrant! So I guess it makes sense."
"Still sounds like more stupid human bullshit. Although, if you get cookies, I guess it can't be all bad." Karkat went back to eating.
---
Meanwhile, at another table, a certain Gryffindor was finding himself under siege by valentines.
Dave had put the ever-growing pile of sweets and decorated hearts directly in front of his plate, and although it was hard to tell through his sunglasses, he was glaring at him. He hadn't asked for this shit. How was he at fault that European girls apparently liked cool kids? There just weren't enough of them in this damn country.
"This is stupid," Sollux said, trying to look at Dave from over the pile. "Why do you humans even have this holiday?"
"Hell if I know," Dave replied. "It's just a gimmick for companies to make money off of. And I don't even know half of these girls, anyway." Vriska snickered across the table.
"Just admit it, Dave, you've got all the girls. All of them." Dave pointedly ignored her.
"I think it's adorpurrble." Nepeta said. "We never had anything like Valentine's Day!"
"Of course shipper kitty likes it," Dave said. "You're not the cool kid trippin' down all these valentines, with nothin' to do with 'em all." Another dropped out of the air as an owl flew above them, and Sollux groaned.
---
By comparison, the Ravenclaw table was rather subdued.
"I'm so glad that I get to spend Valentine's Day with you guys!" Jade said happily. "I've never really gotten to actually give someone a valentine, so this is really exciting." The other three girls just laughed. Jade had made all three of them hand-made valentines, each bearing just a simple heart and writing underneath that said, "Thanks for being an awesome friend! "
"I've never particularly gotten into the spirit either, to be honest," Rose said. "There was never anyone I felt particularly inclined to give a valentine to anyway."
"It is an interesting holiday," Aradia commented. "It sounds somewhat similar to an old holiday I read about long before we played SGrub. The only difference was that the gifts that were given to the members of your respective quadrants were the organs of your fallen enemies, not just the symbol of one." Both human girls began to look a little nauseous.
"Oh, yes, I've heard of that too," Kanaya said. "Weren't you supposed to give a cardiary vascular pump to your matesprit?"
"Yes, and a toxin bladder to your kismesis," Aradia replied. "I can't seem to remember what you were supposed to gift to your moirail or auspictice, though."
"That's, uh, alright," Jade said. "I think I'll stick to paper hearts."
"I concur," Rose agreed.
---
"Pyrope, that looks obscene." The troll girl giggled at Equius's comment as she continued to lick the valentine she had stolen from Malfoy. Once she'd licked it once, he hadn't wanted it back.
"But it tastes so delicious! Like cherries." It was getting quite soggy now, though.
"Why don't you just go find some fuckin' real cherries," Eridan said. "You look like a fuckin' idiot."
"If I cared about looking like an idiot, Eridan, I wouldn't hang out with you," she replied with a broad smile. The sea troll glared, though he didn't reply directly to her.
"It's a stupid holiday anyway," he grumbled under his breath. It was obvious, however, that he was thinking about Feferi. Again.
"Hey, my motherfuckin' bro, cheer up!" Gamzee grinned. "All these fuckin' owls with these fuckin' valentines, it's like a motherfuckin miracle, and that shit can't keep a bro down for long."
"Th-thanks, Gamzee. I guess."
Terezi, meanwhile, had apparently decided that the valentine she had was indeed too soggy. So, naturally, she grabbed another off of Malfoy's pile. The human boy glared.
"Shove off, troll bitch," he growled, though he knew by this time in the school year that is was impossible to get the trolls to do anything he told them to. Terezi just grinned and licked the cutout in the shape of a heart.
Okay, maybe she was mostly doing this just to annoy Malfoy. But that was really reason enough, wasn't it?
Around that time, a certain Hufflepuff girl was sitting on her bed, drawing out a valentine. It was in the shape of a heart with a drawing of a cuttlefish in the middle. Beneath that were the words, "Herring is red, the ocean is blue, cuttlefish are sweet, and I glubbing love you! 38D" She put the finishing touches on it before climbing to her feet and all but running out the door. She couldn't wait to get to the Great Hall!
... Yeah. The Hufflepuff section is so long because I love those guys, okay?
*applause*
Well, that was...
-Cool
-Witty
-Adorable
-Funny
all wrapped up into one.
I'd say we've got a winner.
In dedication to Nepeta Leijon: The best meowrail anyone could ask for AO3TindeckTumblr
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
@draconicAlgorithm: I'm glad and surprised you got through it in one day! I can't quite take credit for all of the esoteric pairings, since some of them were selected and random and the rest derived from circumstance, but I'm glad you're enjoying them! As for Wizardstuck, I'm glad to see that you can jump ahead so far and still keep everything coherent. I assume the next chapter will be back in the Fall though?
@Jim: I love how Problem Sleuth's idea of useless doesn't match ours. "Oh, he actually is a Sburbian veteran? A highly respected one? Mobster Kingpin would have been a Prospitian, that's true!" and he's just yawwwwning and walking straight into another, dare I call it, Path trap. I'm saying he's about to get chrono-drubbed, is what I'm saying.
I'm afraid I didn't keep the results of my comment dump because I just wasn't keeping up, but I did just read most everything that wasn't crossed over with something I know nothing about and you are all, as usual, wonderful.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Thanks guys! I'm glad you all liked it. Half the time I post these thinking "Oh jeez, no one's going to like it this time, it's so silly," but everyone does anyway. xD
@SkaianRedeemer: Haha, I love random pairings, so it's all good. And I'll admit, it was really long, but I wasn't doing much today anyway. xD And yeah, the next one will go back to the fall, although to be honest, I'll be jumping around a bit soon as I start telling random stories from the points of view of different characters.
EDIT: Ninja'd!
@lucidSeraph: You're right, that is the real reason.
An occasional fanfic writer and general lurker. -- Chromatica: An Ib-inspired text adventure featuring Homestuck characters
THAT IS NOT SPADES
THERE IS NO CONSENT
THAT IS LIKE SPADES RAPE
TROLLS WOULD BE DISGUSTED
Originally Posted by invalidgriffin
Where do you keep the chips, dB. Can you turn up the air conditioner? Man why is your internet so slow, it is taking forever to download all these seasons of Digimon. YES Digimon is important to the lesbians process will you stop nagging.
Originally Posted by olivia
Originally Posted by Doodled
Eridan: Hunt for fearsome beast
Very fearsome indeed.
got that bitch a wweb-cartoonist. bitches lovve wweb-cartoonists.
Fanfics
Chapter Fics
Thicker Than Blood 01234: It seemed like a pretty straightforward moraillegience. He provided her with food, she protected him from the other rainbow drinkers. Maybe if her old matesprit hadn't gotten involved, it would have stayed that way.
Wizardstuck 12345678910111213141516: The new Hogwarts students just keep getting weirder every year.
Zombiestuck KKEG (1): They thought that the Earth would be empty, ready for them to rebuild and reshape it as they saw fit. They weren't expecting that the meteors wouldn't hit everywhere, or that they might have some nasty side effects. They weren't expecting the Infected.
Don't Press Buttons (1): As usual, John does something stupid. Only this time, the result is that he becomes a troll, and Karkat becomes a human. Shenanigans ensue.
One-Shots
Blood and Noir: I'd fallen for that trap once. I wasn't going to do it again. The Road Ill Traveled: A poem about Karkat and Terezi written in the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Traveled". Pixie Trails: Sometimes luck doesn't even factor in. Unovastuck-Karkat vs Throh and Sawk: Apparently, a Sawk is faster than a Throh. Faster than a Braviary too. Karkat finds out the hard way. Kore Wa Troll Desu Ka?: Includes crossdressing and magical girl transformations. Karkat was not pleased. The Lawyer and the Goddess: Vriska and Terezi are having a very important chat when they get interrupted by a certain juggalo. Prompt Dunp: A group of several short fics I wrote based on prompts, including Tavros and Bro sharing tea, Slick talking with Jade about (briefly) hobbits, and Dave finding a birthday gift for Rose. Tears: Getting stabbed in the chest once sucks. Getting stabbed in the chest twice really sucks. Prey: Nepeta is a clever kitty. Yes: In a moment of weakness, Rose consults her magical cue ball. My Little Sis: An alt!kids fic about Bro raising blue!Jade. Based off of MSB's AU roleplay. Funhouse: John really, REALLY doesn't like clowns. Or music by Pink. Ice Cubes: Bro talks to Nanna before his fated battle with Jack. INDIGO and CaNdY rEd: An altblood pesterlog, featuring mutant Gamzee and indigo Karkat. Kantostuck: John wants to be the very best. Like no one ever was. Disease Called Friendship: Karkat has had a bad time with friends. The Demon: Death sometimes comes in the form you'd least expect. Hope: Even the Prince of Hope doesn't understand it. Hoststuck: Yeah, I don't really know either. Coulrophobia: HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER Do: Killer: He stalks in the darkness, waiting. Waiting. Awaken: It's hard, being a rainbowdrinker. It's hard and no one understands. Kitten: Hearts Boxcars adopts an adorable kitten. Misery Loves Company: Terezi gives the bad news, and finds out some bad news of her own. Tend the Living: Gogdammit Hussie I hate you. Doll: It's actually a very good thing that Vriska allowed Bec to be prototyped. Don't Die On Me: Terezi discovers a new reason to hate Vriska. BL1ND Buddiie2: Sollux consults Terezi on the best method of seeing without sight. Cold: Dave decides to take a little time out to go see Jade.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
LAAAAADIIIIIESS AND GENTLEMEN!!!!
BOOOOOYS AND GIIIIRLLLLLS!
CERULEANTRESSES AND AUTHOR PRESENT TO YOU
BLOOD AND BLOODLESS - Rebooted
WELL, CHAPTER 12 OF BLOOD AND BLOODLESS WAS A PIECE OF SHIT, AS A RESULT OF BEING WRITTEN BY PAST ME, WHO IS ALSO A PIECE OF SHIT. SO KANAYA IS HELPING ME REBOOT IT.
GA: Karkat I Am Not Sure This Is The Best Idea
CG: SHUT UP, IT'LL BE AWESOME.
KARKATTIUS CRIMONSICKLE AUTHORITARIAT SLOWLY WALKED DOWN THE HALLWAY. ALL THE TROLLS TURNED TO STARE AT HIM, BECAUSE HE WAS JUST SO FUCKING COOL. HE WAS WEARING SUNGLASSES, BUT NOT THE KIND THAT STRIDER WEARS BECAUSE THOSE ARE DUMB. HIS SUNGLASSES CHANGED COLOR AND SHIT, AND HAD SPIKES ON THEM. Kanayarian Leftwinged The Third Passed By Karkattius. She Did Not Approve Of His Sunglasses Because Equius Wore The Same Pair.
CG: KANAYA, THEY ARE NOT STRONGTARD'S FUCKING SUNGLASSES!
GA: You Said You Wanted Me To Help You Write It
GA: That Is What I Am Doing
GA: Helping
CG: THEY ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM SWEATYFUCK'S SUNGLASSES.
CG: Not Really Karkat
CG: HIS SUNGLASSES ARE STUPID SUNGLASSES AND THEY ARE MADE OF SHIT.
GA: I Do Not Agree Karkat
GA: Nepeta Claims That Equius Wears Them Very Daintily
CG: JESUS KANAYA NO, LOOK.
CG: SWEATQUIUS'S GLASSES HAVE SQUARE LENSES, AND ARE FULL OF CRACKS, AND ARE BASICALLY AWFUL IN EVERY WAY.
GA: And Yours Also Do Not Look Like The Ones Belonging To
GA: That Bro Strider Always Speaks of
GA: Clearly They Are Much Different
GA: They Are Not Similar In Any Way Whatsoever Correct
CG: KANAYA, SERIOUSLY, I SAID THEY HAVE SPIKES AND CHANGE COLOR.
CG: THEY ARE JUST THE MOST BADASS SUNGLASSES, OKAY?
GA: Obviously
GA: It Is Not Like You Stole The Captchalogue Code From Striders Old Sunglasses
GA: And I Most Certainly Did Not See You Do That
GA: Because That Never Happened
CG: DAMN STRAIGHT.
SO ANYWAY KARKATTIUS KIND OF GAVE KANAYARIAN A DISMISSIVE YET INTRIGUED GLANCE. HE WASN'T GOING TO BE ALL GAPING LIKE A MOONSTRUCK WIGGLER JUST BECAUSE KANAYARIAN WAS LESS RETARDED THAN THE OTHER TROLLS. HE WAS A TOTAL BADASS, AND BADASSES DON'T WEAR FUCKING DIAMONDS ON THEIR SLEEVES. Kanayarian Leftwing The Third Was Usually Alone At School Because She Did Not Approve Of Karkattius Abominable Blood Color
CG: OKAY CAN WE NOT GO THERE.
GA: I Am Sorry Karkat
GA: I Thought We Were Roleplaying
GA: Like What Vriska And Nepeta Do
CG: WE ARE, JUST IF WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT HIS BLOOD COLOR THEN LET'S FOCUS ON HOW IT MAKES HIM IMMUNE TO VAMPIRES.
CG: I MEAN I GET THAT IT'S JUST A STORY, BUT I'M PRETTY SENSITIVE ABOUT THAT.
GA: I Am Really Truly Sorry
GA: I Will Get A Notorized Letter And Everything
GA: If Only To Apologize To You For What I Had My Character Say In The Story
CG: I CAN'T TELL WHETHER YOU'RE BEING SARCASTIC.
GA: Sorry
GA: It Happens When I Show Emotion Sometimes
GA: I Blame Those Movies You Forced Me To Watch
GA: Why Exactly Did The Troll Always Get The Other Troll Anyways
CG: BECAUSE THAT IS THE WHOLE POINT!
GA: But It Made No Sense
CG: YOU JUST DON'T GET THE NUANCES.
CG: THE PROTAGONISTS HAVE TO FILL THEIR QUADRANTS BECAUSE IT'S FATED.
GA: What About The Movie Where The One Troll Did Risque Things With Many Other Trolls
GA: And The Other Trolls Always Found Matesprits Afterwards
GA: And It Was Because Of Mind Trickery
CG: OKAY, YES, BUT THAT ONE WAS EXPLORING ALL THE SUBTLETIES OF COURTSHIP.
GA: I Still Felt Awkward Watching That With You
GA: They Showed So Many Risque Objects
CG: I'LL ADMIT THAT THE PAIL SHOT WAS A BIT MUCH.
CG: BUT THEY WERE GOING FOR REALISM.
GA: I Understand That But It Was Truly Unnecessary
CG: NOTHING ABOUT MY ROMCOMS IS UNNECESSARY. THEY ARE METICULOUSLY CRAFTED EXPLORATIONS OF THE TROLL PSYCHE AND THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME.
GA: I Also Dont Understand Why You Demanded Eridan Watch It As Well
GA: You Were Just Encouraging Him
CG: ERIDAN NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO FUCKING INTERPRET SOCIAL CUES.
CG: THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN A GOOD ROMCOM FOR EDUCATING THE ROMANTICALLY RETARDED.
GA: But You Also Showed Him A Movie Where The Main Character Was Oblivious To Everyones Needs
GA: Except Those Of The Object Of His Flushed Affections
GA: What If He Used That Character As A Role Model Karkat
GA: What Would You Do
CG: OKAY, THAT WAS MAYBE NOT THE BEST CHOICE OF MOVIES...
GA: But This Is Completely Beside The Point
Kanayarian Had A Secret That She Did Not Want Others To Know About. She Had Many Such Secrets, But This Was The Most Secretive Of Them, And She Particularly Did Not Want The Manly Karkattius To Discover It. KARKATTIUS COULD TELL THAT KANAYARIAN WAS BEING SECRETIVE, BECAUSE HE WAS INCREDIBLY PERCEPTIVE. BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS, WHICH WAS UNUSUAL FOR HIM BECAUSE HE USUALLY KNEW ANYTHING HE WANTED TO KNOW. NORMALLY IF SOMEONE TRIED TO KEEP A SECRET FROM KARKATTIUS, HE WOULD JUST REMOVE HIS SUNGLASSES AND GIVE THEM A GLOWERING GLARE WHILE RUNNING HIS FINGER ALONG THE BLADE OF THE LACRYMOSE CRESCENT OF WAXING RETRIBUTION. But Kanayarian Was Far Too Strongwilled To Succumb To Karkattiuss Glare. AND HE WOULDN'T DO THAT TO HER ANYWAY BECAUSE HE HAD MORE RESPECT FOR HER THAN THAT. Kanayarian The Leftwinged Quickly Departed From The Hallway Of Corridorlikeness, Making Her Way Swiftly Towards Her Secret Place Of Secretive Secrets.
GA: Karkat Why Do You Keep Adding Punctuation To My Parts
GA: Its Disrespectful
CG: KANAYA, YOU'RE MY MORAIL AND I CARE ABOUT YOU, BUT YOUR QUIRK IS FUCKING AWFUL FOR PROSE.
KARKATTIUS TURNED INVISIBLE, BECAUSE HE COULD DO THAT, AND FOLLOWED HER SILENTLY. Kanayarian Did Not Notice Karkattius, Because She Could Not Sense Invisible People. But She Could Sense A Soul Of True Charisma Following Her. She Walked Quickly To Her Secret Place With Secrets In It, And Gently Touched A Picture Of A Boy That Had Been Taken Hundred Of Years Before, Wondering Why Nobody Had Ever Come To Take His Place KARKATTIUS OBSERVED WHILE LEANING INVISIBLY AGAINST A PILLAR, LOOKING FUCKING BADASS, OR AT LEAST HE WOULD HAVE IF HE WEREN'T INVISIBLE. HE WAS WEARING A LEATHER JACKET.
GA: Karkat
GA: Kanayarian Cant Even See Karkattius
GA: Why Does He Need A Leather Jacket
CG: HE WAS WEARING THE LEATHER JACKET BEFORE HE TURNED INVISIBLE.
CG: IT IS PART OF HIS FUCKING AWESOME ENSEMBLE AS THE THRESHECUTIONER GENERAL.
CG: I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD APPRECIATE MY USE OF FASHION HERE.
GA: Okay Fine
Kanayarian Whispered To Herself Where Have You Gone Orphaner What Will You Do She Quietly Sobbed To The Picture Because It Made Her Very Sad That She Had Not Seen Her Friend For So Long
CG: HAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
CG: ERIDAN'S GODAWFUL FUCKSTUPID FLARP ELF?
GA: Karkat
GA: If You Are Going To Make Fun Of Eridans Roleplaying
GA: I Feel Obliged To Remind You That Were Writing Fanfiction About You And Your Obsession With Trollight
CG: OKAY FIRST OF ALL.
CG: YOU ARE TOTALLY NOT GIVING ME ENOUGH FUCKING CREDIT HERE.
CG: TROLLIGHT IS A BRILLIANT EXPLORATION OF THE COMPLEX DYNAMICS OF SUPERNATURAL INTERSPECIES ROMANCE.
CG: AND THIS ISN'T FANFICTION. THIS IS
CG: UM.
CG: A FURTHER EXPLORATION OF THE TROLLIGHT UNIVERSE, BUT IN A COMPLETELY ORIGINAL WAY WITH OUR OWN FUCKING AWESOME CHARACTERS.
GA: So Its Fanfiction
CG: GODDAMMIT NO IT'S NOT, SHUT UP!
GA: Alright
ANYWAY KARKATTIUS COULDN'T EVEN BELIEVE KANAYARIAN WAS PINING AFTER ORPHANER DUALSHIT, BECAUSE DOUCHESCAR IS JUST THE WORST CHARACTER EVER. HE HAS NO FUCKING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. ALL HE DOES IS GO AROUND DRESSED IN A RIDICULOUS OUTFIT AND MAKE UP COOL POWERS TO HAVE. Kanayarian Shivered Slightly In The Cold She Said I Know You Are There Karkattius. KARKATTIUS SAID, "I KNOW YOU KNOW,” BECAUSE NOTHING EVER TOOK HIM BY SURPRISE. HE HAD BEEN EXPECTING THIS ALL ALONG. HE STOPPED BEING INVISIBLE, WITH THIS REALLY COOL VISUAL RIPPLING EFFECT. Kanayarian Wondered How Karkattius Knew Because He Was Invisible And She Thought That Rainbow Drinkers Could Only Have One Ability.
CG: KANAYA, WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS.
CG: KARKATTIUS ISN'T A RAINBOW DRINKER.
CG: KARKATTIUS IS LIKE THE ANTITHESIS OF A RAINBOW DRINKER BECAUSE OF HIS BLOOD.
CG: RAINBOW DRINKERS CAN'T DRINK IT, WHICH IS WHY KARKATTIUS CAN GO AMONG THEM FREELY.
CG: AND IT IS ALSO WHY HE IS UNIQUELY SUITED TO LEAD THEM, BRINGING DISPARATE FACTIONS TOGETHER TO COOPERATE TOWARD A COMMON GOAL.
CG: AND HE CAN HAVE AS MANY POWERS AS HE WANTS, BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING AWESOME.
GA: Oh
GA: I Think I Understand Now
GA: Let Me Change That Last Sentence Then
Kanayarian Wondered How Karkattius Knew Because Even The Most Amazing Of All Threshecutioners Only Spoke Of A Few Powers That He Held In His Possession. KARKATTIUS WOULD NEVER TELL HER BECAUSE HE IS TOO BADASS. BUT HE KNEW, SECRETLY, THAT HE HADN'T ACTUALLY USED A POWER THIS TIME. HE WAS JUST SO FUCKING PERCEPTIVE. Kanayarian Glanced At Karkattius, Asking Him Politely To Leave Her Secret Place. If You Know That, Then You Know This Is The Only Place Where I Can Be Alone She Says. KKARKATTIUS DIDN'T LEAVE BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT WHAT KANAYARIAN REALLY WANTED WAS FOR HIM TO STAY, EVEN IF SHE COULDN'T ADMIT IT TO HERSELF. Kanayarian Turned Around Slowly, And Ran Toward Karkattius Clinging To Him And Crying Jade Colored Tears
GA: Karkat This Feels Really Weird
GA: Were Morails
GA: And Its Awkward To Write Things Like That
CG: JEGUS, KANAYA! GROSS!
CG: I THOUGHT THAT WAS MEANT AS A PALE INTERACTION!
GA: It Didnt Seem Pale
CG: WHO SAYS HUGGING CAN'T BE PALE?
GA: Erm
GA: Everything Ive Read
GA: Your Romantic Comedies
CG: OKAY FIRST OF ALL, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WROTE IT.
CG: SECOND, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LET YOU HUG ME IF YOU WERE UPSET, WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MORAIL DO YOU THINK I AM.
CG: THIRDLY, YOU ARE COMPLETELY OVERSIMPLIFYING THE ROMCOMS.
CG: LET ME EXPLAIN AGAIN.
GA: No It Is Perfectly Fine
CG: THE ROMCOMS ARE BRILLIANT EXPLORATIONS—AND SOMETIMES SENDUPS—OF ROMANCE IN ALL QUADRANTS.
CG: MOIRALLEGIANCE INCLUDED.
CG: THEY SKILLFULLY HANDLE THE COMPLEX INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THEM.
GA: Alright
GA: Wait But If Karkattius Is Now Morails With Kanayarian
GA: What About Jacob
CG: THIS IS A REBOOT, REMEMBER?
GA: Oh Yes
GA: Sorry
CG: HE IS NOT MORAILS WITH JACOB BECAUSE JACOB IS STUPID.
CG: THERE IS NO REAL DEPTH TO HIS CHARACTER AND HE BASICALLY EXISTS ONLY TO CREATE CONFLICT, SO FUCK HIM.
CG: BESIDES
CG: THAT WAS THE WRONG END OF THE DIAMOND FOR KARKATTIUS.
CG: KARKATTIUS IS TALENTED AS SHIT AT PSYCHOLOGY, BUT HE IS ALSO A BADASS.
CG: A VIOLENT WARFARING BADASS WHO ISN'T AFRAID TO GET HIS SICKLE BLOODY.
GA: Very Well
GA: What Do You Have Karkattius Do Then
KARKATTIUS STROKES KANAYARIAN'S HAIR IN A REALLY BADASS AND MANLY WAY, OFFERING SUPPORT WITHOUT COMPROMISING HIS STOICALNESS.
AT: hEY, uHH, kARKAT, wHAT ARE YOU DOING?
CG: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE...
AT: bECAUSE, uHH, IT LOOKS REALLY ODD FROM OVER HERE,
AT: yOU'RE KIND OF, uHH, LEANING OVER A BOOK WITH kANAYA,
AT: aND, sCRIBBLING IN IT,
CG: TAVROS, GO FALL DOWN SOME FUCKING STAIRS OR SOMETHING.
CG: MAYBE YOU'LL BREAK YOUR GODAWFUL HORNS OFF IN THE PROCESS.
CG: BUT OH WAIT, THAT WON'T DO ANY GOOD.
CG: BECAUSE IT WON'T MAKE YOU ANY LESS STUPID.
AT: i DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE,
AT: i THINK I'VE FINALLY, uHH, mASTERED THE NUANCES OF THE STAIRS,
CG: GOOD, THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO WALK UP AND DOWN THEM FOR A FEW HOURS AND LEAVE US ALONE.
GA: wELL, uHH, rUFIO SAYS PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT,
AT: sO i WILL, uHH, gO DO THAT,
GA: Karkat That Was Rather Mean
GA: He Just Asked A Question Of You
CG: WELL, HE SHOULDN'T BE BUTTING IN.
CG: STICKING HIS GREAT BIG STUPID HORNS, WHICH ARE WAY WORSE THAN MY HORNS, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR AWESOME WRITING SESSION.
CG: BUT UGH, FINE. I GUESS I CAN LAY OFF HIM A LITTLE BIT.
Kanayarian Sobbed A Bit Into Karkattius, And Then Looked Up At Him Her Eyes Still Shimmering With Jade Colored Tears, Thank You Karkattius I Have Felt So Alone For So Long But With You I Feel Like I Finally Have Somebody To Talk To. KARKATTIUS SAID, "YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN." Never She Asked? "NEVER,” KARKATTIUS CONFIRMED. “I AM HERE TO PROTECT AND GUIDE YOU, BECAUSE I AM MANLY AND BADASS."
CG: OK, LET'S STOP THERE. I WANT TO END IT ON A HIGH NOTE.
GA: That Story Didnt Really Have Much In The Way Of Genuine Conflict
GA: And I Dont Think It Was Very Well Paced
CG: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
I played Kanaya and Tavros. ceruleanTresses was the amazing Karkat.
Last edited by Author; 02-13-2011 at 11:30 PM.
Reason: Fixed stuff for cT. Added a short section and made Kanaya's more legible.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Author
LAAAAADIIIIIESS AND GENTLEMEN!!!!
BOOOOOYS AND GIIIIRLLLLLS!
CERULEANTRESSES AND AUTHOR PRESENT TO YOU
BLOOD AND BLOODLESS - Rebooted
WELL, CHAPTER 12 OF BLOOD AND BLOODLESS WAS A PIECE OF SHIT, AS A RESULT OF BEING WRITTEN BY PAST ME, WHO IS ALSO A PIECE OF SHIT. SO KANAYA IS HELPING ME REBOOT IT.
GA: Karkat I Am Not Sure This Is The Best Idea
CG: SHUT UP, IT'LL BE AWESOME.
KARKATTIUS CRIMONSICKLE AUTHORITARIAT SLOWLY WALKED DOWN THE HALLWAY. ALL THE TROLLS TURNED TO STARE AT HIM, BECAUSE HE WAS JUST SO FUCKING COOL. HE WAS WEARING SUNGLASSES, BUT NOT THE KIND THAT STRIDER WEARS BECAUSE THOSE ARE DUMB. HIS SUNGLASSES CHANGED COLOR AND SHIT, AND HAD SPIKES ON THEM. Kanayarian Leftwinged The Third Passed By Karkattius She Did Not Approve Of His Sunglasses Because Equius Wore The Same Pair
CG: KANAYA, THEY ARE NOT STRONGTARD'S FUCKING SUNGLASSES!
GA: You Said You Wanted Me To Help You Write It
GA: That Is What I Am Doing
GA: Helping
CG: THEY ARE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM SWEATYFUCK'S SUNGLASSES.
CG: Not Really Karkat
CG: HIS SUNGLASSES ARE STUPID SUNGLASSES AND THEY ARE MADE OF SHIT.
GA: I Do Not Agree Karkat
GA: Nepeta Claims That Equius Wears Them Very Daintily
CG: JESUS KANAYA NO, LOOK.
CG: SWEATQUIUS'S GLASSES HAVE SQUARE LENSES, AND ARE FULL OF CRACKS, AND ARE BASICALLY AWFUL IN EVERY WAY.
GA: And Yours Also Do Not Look Like The Ones Belonging To
GA: That Bro Strider Always Speaks of
GA: Clearly They Are Much Different
GA: They Are Not Similar In Any Way Whatsoever Correct
CG: KANAYA, SERIOUSLY, I SAID THEY HAVE SPIKES AND CHANGE COLOR.
CG: THEY ARE JUST THE MOST BADASS SUNGLASSES, OKAY?
GA: Obviously
GA: It Is Not Like You Stole The Captchalogue Code From Striders Old Sunglasses
GA: And I Most Certainly Did Not See You Do That
GA: Because That Never Happened
CG: DAMN STRAIGHT.
SO ANYWAY KARKATTIUS KIND OF GAVE KANAYARIAN A DISMISSIVE YET INTRIGUED GLANCE. HE WASN'T GOING TO BE ALL GAPING LIKE A MOONSTRUCK WIGGLER JUST BECAUSE KANAYARIAN WAS LESS RETARDED THAN THE OTHER TROLLS. HE WAS A TOTAL BADASS, AND BADASSES DON'T WEAR FUCKING DIAMONDS ON THEIR SLEEVES. Kanayarian Leftwing The Third Was Usually Alone At School Because She Did Not Approve Of Karkattius Abominable Blood Color
CG: OKAY CAN WE NOT GO THERE.
GA: I Am Sorry Karkat
GA: I Thought We Were Roleplaying
GA: Like What Vriska And Nepeta Do
CG: WE ARE, JUST IF WE'RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT HIS BLOOD COLOR THEN LET'S FOCUS ON HOW IT MAKES HIM IMMUNE TO VAMPIRES.
CG: I MEAN I GET THAT IT'S JUST A STORY, BUT I'M PRETTY SENSITIVE ABOUT THAT.
GA: I Am Really Truly Sorry
GA: I Will Get A Notorized Letter And Everything
GA: If Only To Apologize To You For What I Had My Character Say In The Story
CG: I CAN'T TELL WHETHER YOU'RE BEING SARCASTIC.
GA: Sorry
GA: It Happens When I Show Emotion Sometimes
GA: I Blame Those Movies You Forced Me To Watch
GA: Why Exactly Did The Troll Always Get The Other Troll Anyways
CG: BECAUSE THAT IS THE WHOLE POINT!
GA: But It Made No Sense
CG: YOU JUST DON'T GET THE NUANCES.
CG: THE PROTAGONISTS HAVE TO FILL THEIR QUADRANTS BECAUSE IT'S FATED.
GA: What About The Movie Where The One Troll Did Risque Things With Many Other Trolls
GA: And The Other Trolls Always Found Matesprits Afterwards
GA: And It Was Because Of Mind Trickery
CG: OKAY, YES, BUT THAT ONE WAS EXPLORING ALL THE SUBTLETIES OF COURTSHIP.
GA: I Still Felt Awkward Watching That With You
GA: They Showed So Many Risque Objects
CG: I'LL ADMIT THAT THE PAIL SHOT WAS A BIT MUCH.
CG: BUT THEY WERE GOING FOR REALISM.
GA: I Understand That But It Was Truly Unnecessary
CG: NOTHING ABOUT MY ROMCOMS IS UNNECESSARY. THEY ARE METICULOUSLY CRAFTED EXPLORATIONS OF THE TROLL PSYCHE AND THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME.
GA: I Also Dont Understand Why You Demanded Eridan Watch It As Well
GA: You Were Just Encouraging Him
CG: ERIDAN NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO FUCKING INTERPRET SOCIAL CUES.
CG: THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN A GOOD ROMCOM FOR EDUCATING THE ROMANTICALLY RETARDED.
GA: But You Also Showed Him A Movie Where The Main Character Was Oblivious To Everyones Needs
GA: Except Those Of The Object Of His Flushed Affections
GA: What If He Used That Character As A Role Model Karkat
GA: What Would You Do
CG: OKAY, THAT WAS MAYBE NOT THE BEST CHOICE OF MOVIES...
GA: But This Is Completely Beside The Point
Kanayarian Had A Secret That She Did Not Want Others To Know About She Had Many Such Secrets But This Was The Most Secretive Of Them And She Particularly Did Not Want The Manly Karkattius To Discover It KARKATTIUS COULD TELL THAT KANAYARIAN WAS BEING SECRETIVE, BECAUSE HE WAS INCREDIBLY PERCEPTIVE. BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS, WHICH WAS UNUSUAL FOR HIM BECAUSE HE USUALLY KNEW ANYTHING HE WANTED TO KNOW. NORMALLY IF SOMEONE TRIED TO KEEP A SECRET FROM KARKATTIUS, HE WOULD JUST REMOVE HIS SUNGLASSES AND GIVE THEM A GLOWERING GLARE WHILE RUNNING HIS FINGER ALONG THE BLADE OF THE LACRYMOSE CRESCENT OF WAXING RETRIBUTION. But Kanayarian Was Far Too Strongwilled To Succumb To Karkattiuss Glare AND HE WOULDN'T DO THAT TO HER ANYWAY BECAUSE HE HAD MORE RESPECT FOR HER THAN THAT.Kanayarian The Leftwinged Quickly Departed From The Hallway Of Corridorlikeness Making Her Way Swiftly Towards Her Secret Place Of Secretive Secrets KARKATTIUS TURNED INVISIBLE, BECAUSE HE COULD DO THAT, AND FOLLOWED HER SILENTLY. Kanayarian Did Not Notice Karkattius Because She Could Not Sense Invisible People But She Could Sense A Soul Of True Charisma Following Her She Walked Quickly To Her Secret Place With Secrets In It And Gently Touched A Picture Of A Boy That Had Been Taken Hundred Of Years Before Wondering Why Nobody Had Ever Come To Take His Place KARKATTIUS OBSERVED WHILE LEANING INVISIBLY AGAINST A PILLAR, LOOKING FUCKING BADASS, OR AT LEAST HE WOULD HAVE IF HE WEREN'T INVISIBLE. HE WAS WEARING A LEATHER JACKET.
GA: Karkat
GA: Kanayarian Cant Even See Karkattius
GA: Why Does He Need A Leather Jacket
CG: HE WAS WEARING THE LEATHER JACKET BEFORE HE TURNED INVISIBLE.
CG: IT IS PART OF HIS FUCKING AWESOME ENSEMBLE AS THE THRESHECUTIONER GENERAL.
CG: I THOUGHT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD APPRECIATE MY USE OF FASHION HERE.
GA: Okay Fine
Kanayarian Whispered To Herself Where Have You Gone Orphaner What Will You Do She Quietly Sobbed To The Picture Because It Made Her Very Sad That She Had Not Seen Her Friend For So Long
CG: HAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
CG: ERIDAN'S GODAWFUL FUCKSTUPID FLARP ELF?
GA: Karkat
GA: If You Are Going To Make Fun Of Eridans Roleplaying
GA: I Feel Obliged To Remind You That Were Writing Fanfiction About You And Your Obsession With Trollight
CG: OKAY FIRST OF ALL.
CG: YOU ARE TOTALLY NOT GIVING ME ENOUGH FUCKING CREDIT HERE.
CG: TROLLIGHT IS A BRILLIANT EXPLORATION OF THE COMPLEX DYNAMICS OF SUPERNATURAL INTERSPECIES ROMANCE.
CG: AND THIS ISN'T FANFICTION. THIS IS
CG: UM.
CG: A FURTHER EXPLORATION OF THE TROLLIGHT UNIVERSE, BUT IN A COMPLETELY ORIGINAL WAY WITH OUR OWN FUCKING AWESOME CHARACTERS.
GA: So Its Fanfiction
CG: GODDAMMIT NO IT'S NOT, SHUT UP!
GA: Alright
ANYWAY KARKATTIUS COULDN'T EVEN BELIEVE KANAYARIAN WAS PINING AFTER ORPHANER DUALSHIT. BECAUSE DOUCHESCAR IS JUST THE WORST CHARACTER EVER. HE HAS NO FUCKING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. ALL HE DOES IS GO AROUND DRESSED IN A RIDICULOUS OUTFIT AND MAKE UP COOL POWERS TO HAVE. Kanayarian Shivered Slightly In The Cold She Said I Know You Are There Karkattius KARKATTIUS SAID, "I KNOW YOU KNOW,” BECAUSE NOTHING EVER TOOK HIM BY SURPRISE. HE HAD BEEN EXPECTING THIS ALL ALONG. HE STOPPED BEING INVISIBLE, WITH THIS REALLY COOL VISUAL RIPPLING EFFECT. Kanayarian Wondered How Karkattius Knew Because He Was Invisible And She Thought That Rainbow Drinkers Could Only Have One Ability
CG: KANAYA, WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS.
CG: KARKATTIUS ISN'T A RAINBOW DRINKER.
CG: KARKATTIUS IS LIKE THE ANTITHESIS OF A RAINBOW DRINKER BECAUSE OF HIS BLOOD.
CG: RAINBOW DRINKERS CAN'T DRINK IT, WHICH IS WHY KARKATTIUS CAN GO AMONG THEM FREELY.
CG: AND IT IS ALSO WHY HE IS UNIQUELY SUITED TO LEAD THEM, BRINGING DISPARATE FACTIONS TOGETHER TO COOPERATE TOWARD A COMMON GOAL.
CG: AND HE CAN HAVE AS MANY POWERS AS HE WANTS, BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING AWESOME.
GA: Oh
GA: I Think I Understand Now
GA: Let Me Change That Last Sentence Then
Kanayarian Wondered How Karkattius Knew Because Even The Most Amazing Of All Threshecutioners Only Spoke Of A Few Powers That He Held In His Possession KARKATTIUS WOULD NEVER TELL HER BECAUSE HE IS TOO BADASS. BUT HE KNEW, SECRETLY, THAT HE HADN'T ACTUALLY USED A POWER THIS TIME. HE WAS JUST SO FUCKING PERCEPTIVE. Kanayarian Glanced At Karkattius Asking Him Politely To Leave Her Secret Place If You Know That Then You Know This Is The Only Place Where I Can Be Alone She Says KARKATTIUS DIDN'T LEAVE BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT WHAT KANAYARIAN REALLY WANTED WAS FOR HIM TO STAY. EVEN IF SHE COULDN'T ADMIT IT TO HERSELF. Kanayarian Turned Around Slowly And Ran Toward Karkattius Clinging To Him And Crying Jade Colored Tears
GA: Karkat This Feels Really Weird
GA: Were Morails
GA: And Its Awkward To Write Things Like That
CG: JEGUS, KANAYA! GROSS!
CG: I THOUGHT THAT WAS MEANT AS A PALE INTERACTION!
GA: It Didnt Seem Pale
CG: WHO SAYS HUGGING CAN'T BE PALE?
GA: Erm
GA: Everything Ive Read
GA: Your Romantic Comedies
CG: OKAY FIRST OF ALL, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WROTE IT.
CG: SECOND, I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LET YOU HUG ME IF YOU WERE UPSET, WHAT KIND OF FUCKING MORAIL DO YOU THINK I AM.
CG: THIRDLY, YOU ARE COMPLETELY OVERSIMPLIFYING THE ROMCOMS.
CG: LET ME EXPLAIN AGAIN.
GA: No It Is Perfectly Fine
CG: THE ROMCOMS ARE BRILLIANT EXPLORATIONS—AND SOMETIMES SENDUPS—OF ROMANCE IN ALL QUADRANTS.
CG: MOIRALLEGIANCE INCLUDED.
CG: THEY SKILLFULLY HANDLE THE COMPLEX INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THEM.
GA: Alright
GA: Wait But If Karkattius Is Now Morails With Kanayarian
GA: What About Jacob
CG: THIS IS A REBOOT, REMEMBER?
GA: Oh Yes
GA: Sorry
CG: HE IS NOT MORAILS WITH JACOB BECAUSE JACOB IS STUPID.
CG: THERE IS NO REAL DEPTH TO HIS CHARACTER AND HE BASICALLY EXISTS ONLY TO CREATE CONFLICT, SO FUCK HIM.
CG: BESIDES
CG: THAT WAS THE WRONG END OF THE DIAMOND FOR KARKATTIUS.
CG: KARKATTIUS IS TALENTED AS SHIT AT PSYCHOLOGY, BUT HE IS ALSO A BADASS.
CG: A VIOLENT WARFARING BADASS WHO ISN'T AFRAID TO GET HIS SICKLE BLOODY.
GA: Very Well
GA: What Do You Have Karkattius Do Then
KARKATTIUS STROKES KANAYARIAN'S HAIR IN A REALLY BADASS AND MANLY WAY, OFFERING SUPPORT WITHOUT COMPROMISING HIS STOICALNESS.
AT: hEY, uHH, kARKAT, wHAT ARE YOU DOING?
CG: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE...
AT: bECAUSE, uHH, IT LOOKS REALLY ODD FROM OVER HERE,
AT: yOU'RE KIND OF, uHH, LEANING OVER A BOOK WITH kANAYA,
AT: aND, sCRIBBLING IN IT,
CG: TAVROS, GO FALL DOWN SOME FUCKING STAIRS OR SOMETHING.
CG: MAYBE YOU'LL BREAK YOUR GODAWFUL HORNS OFF IN THE PROCESS.
CG: BUT OH WAIT, THAT WON'T DO ANY GOOD.
CG: BECAUSE IT WON'T MAKE YOU ANY LESS STUPID.
AT: i DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE,
AT: i THINK I'VE FINALLY, uHH, mASTERED THE NUANCES OF THE STAIRS,
CG: GOOD, THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO WALK UP AND DOWN THEM FOR A FEW HOURS AND LEAVE US ALONE.
GA: wELL, uHH, rUFIO SAYS PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT,
AT: sO i WILL, uHH, gO DO THAT,
GA: Karkat That Was Rather Mean
GA: He Just Asked A Question Of You
CG: WELL, HE SHOULDN'T BE BUTTING IN.
CG: STICKING HIS GREAT BIG STUPID HORNS, WHICH ARE WAY WORSE THAN MY HORNS, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR AWESOME WRITING SESSION.
CG: BUT UGH, FINE. I GUESS I CAN LAY OFF HIM A LITTLE BIT.
Kanayarian Sobbed A Bit Into Karkattius And Then Looked Up At Him Her Eyes Still Shimmering With Jade Colored Tears Thank You Karkattius I Have Felt So Alone For So Long But With You I Feel Like I Finally Have Somebody To Talk To KARKATTIUS SAID, "YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE AGAIN." Never She Asked "NEVER,” KARKATTIUS CONFIRMED. “I AM HERE TO PROTECT AND GUIDE YOU, BECAUSE I AM MANLY AND BADASS."
CG: OK, LET'S STOP THERE. I WANT TO END IT ON A HIGH NOTE.
GA: That Story Didnt Really Have Much In The Way Of Genuine Conflict
GA: And I Dont Think It Was Very Well Paced
CG: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
That was the single most beautiful thing I have ever read. It brought a single manly tear to my eye.
And I'm not even a man.
An occasional fanfic writer and general lurker. -- Chromatica: An Ib-inspired text adventure featuring Homestuck characters
THAT IS NOT SPADES
THERE IS NO CONSENT
THAT IS LIKE SPADES RAPE
TROLLS WOULD BE DISGUSTED
Originally Posted by invalidgriffin
Where do you keep the chips, dB. Can you turn up the air conditioner? Man why is your internet so slow, it is taking forever to download all these seasons of Digimon. YES Digimon is important to the lesbians process will you stop nagging.
Originally Posted by olivia
Originally Posted by Doodled
Eridan: Hunt for fearsome beast
Very fearsome indeed.
got that bitch a wweb-cartoonist. bitches lovve wweb-cartoonists.
Fanfics
Chapter Fics
Thicker Than Blood 01234: It seemed like a pretty straightforward moraillegience. He provided her with food, she protected him from the other rainbow drinkers. Maybe if her old matesprit hadn't gotten involved, it would have stayed that way.
Wizardstuck 12345678910111213141516: The new Hogwarts students just keep getting weirder every year.
Zombiestuck KKEG (1): They thought that the Earth would be empty, ready for them to rebuild and reshape it as they saw fit. They weren't expecting that the meteors wouldn't hit everywhere, or that they might have some nasty side effects. They weren't expecting the Infected.
Don't Press Buttons (1): As usual, John does something stupid. Only this time, the result is that he becomes a troll, and Karkat becomes a human. Shenanigans ensue.
One-Shots
Blood and Noir: I'd fallen for that trap once. I wasn't going to do it again. The Road Ill Traveled: A poem about Karkat and Terezi written in the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Traveled". Pixie Trails: Sometimes luck doesn't even factor in. Unovastuck-Karkat vs Throh and Sawk: Apparently, a Sawk is faster than a Throh. Faster than a Braviary too. Karkat finds out the hard way. Kore Wa Troll Desu Ka?: Includes crossdressing and magical girl transformations. Karkat was not pleased. The Lawyer and the Goddess: Vriska and Terezi are having a very important chat when they get interrupted by a certain juggalo. Prompt Dunp: A group of several short fics I wrote based on prompts, including Tavros and Bro sharing tea, Slick talking with Jade about (briefly) hobbits, and Dave finding a birthday gift for Rose. Tears: Getting stabbed in the chest once sucks. Getting stabbed in the chest twice really sucks. Prey: Nepeta is a clever kitty. Yes: In a moment of weakness, Rose consults her magical cue ball. My Little Sis: An alt!kids fic about Bro raising blue!Jade. Based off of MSB's AU roleplay. Funhouse: John really, REALLY doesn't like clowns. Or music by Pink. Ice Cubes: Bro talks to Nanna before his fated battle with Jack. INDIGO and CaNdY rEd: An altblood pesterlog, featuring mutant Gamzee and indigo Karkat. Kantostuck: John wants to be the very best. Like no one ever was. Disease Called Friendship: Karkat has had a bad time with friends. The Demon: Death sometimes comes in the form you'd least expect. Hope: Even the Prince of Hope doesn't understand it. Hoststuck: Yeah, I don't really know either. Coulrophobia: HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER Do: Killer: He stalks in the darkness, waiting. Waiting. Awaken: It's hard, being a rainbowdrinker. It's hard and no one understands. Kitten: Hearts Boxcars adopts an adorable kitten. Misery Loves Company: Terezi gives the bad news, and finds out some bad news of her own. Tend the Living: Gogdammit Hussie I hate you. Doll: It's actually a very good thing that Vriska allowed Bec to be prototyped. Don't Die On Me: Terezi discovers a new reason to hate Vriska. BL1ND Buddiie2: Sollux consults Terezi on the best method of seeing without sight. Cold: Dave decides to take a little time out to go see Jade.
Re: MSPA Fanfiction V: We're Going to Need More Wands
Originally Posted by Author: Blood and Bloodless- Rebooted
GA: That Story Didnt Really Have Much In The Way Of Genuine Conflict
GA: And I Dont Think It Was Very Well Paced
And that pretty much sums up Twilight.
Quotes
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
-Father Dennis Edward O'Brien/USMC
Courage is endurance for one moment more....
-Unknown Marine Second Lieutenant in Vietnam