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

[A Fan]

Some day, some day.

Also, man, way to balance the Death into the HOmestuck world, still maintain what we know, and be an overall awesome fic. What did you use for Death's font, by the way?

Thanks much.

For Death, I just did bold tags and size=1 tags for everything not in capitals.

...I'm probably gonna have to repost that thing in #6, aren't I?

[mythmonster2]

'Twould be for the best, A Fan.

[Author]

Some day, some day.

Also, man, way to balance the Death into the HOmestuck world, still maintain what we know, and be an overall awesome fic. What did you use for Death's font, by the way?

Thanks much.

For Death, I just did bold tags and size=1 tags for everything not in capitals.

...I'm probably gonna have to repost that thing in #6, aren't I?

Yep. I did love it though.

And I have to write a metafic sometime tomorrow. To celebrate the new thread.

Man, I've got all of the ideas. All of them.

MSPA Fanfiction VI: Let There Be Meta

[Doodled]

I am flipping out over the idea of a new thread.



See?

[anonymousComrade]

My only regret

was that I had

boneitis

[Graven_Image]

Should I repost Indystuck

Just a question

[Dermonster]

Yes. For convieniance's sake, and we don't want it to get lost in the tide. *YES I LIED ABOUT SLEEPING SO WHAT*

[zebtrestalala]

So who's job is it to make a new thread? Cuz seriously, I'll do it if no one else does it, just so it gets done.

[Doodled]

Decker is doing it.

He got the top post on page 100.

As is tradition, he makes the thread.

[billybobfred]

MSPA Fanfiction 6: The 1 that came after those other 2

This one has my vote.

[SkaianRedeemer]

Oh crap, my ace-stashing skill has had the spotlight shone on it. Uh... uh... two of these were kings.

@Graven, PingZing and even more so, A Fan: I would repost them, yeah.

Okay I am putting this nonsense here, it only makes sense!


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Infinite keyboards typing infinite fics torn to infinite pieces as the landscape was rent asunder and then up, up into the storm-wrought sky to leave only lasting things behind in their wake. Dust clouds a thousand miles high as the debris mounts. The weight of the five hundredth page bears down upon its abstracted reality, and yet they type on. Incessant, typing into infinity as infinity could never be diminished by naught but the end of their existence in this, the fifth of existences and planes. They type on.

At one keyboard, she types on, atop a great plinth worthy of the magnitude of experiences created by her and her alone, she does not bask, but works onward. She is a beacon to the others, a glowing light from above that casts their own workspaces into usable light and seeds their minds with viable plots and pairings. She shall be rent from this existence to the next last of all, as would only be suitable. She is not alone.

"Nepeta… go to bed."

"noooooooo!!! i'm not done yet!"

He does not dare approach her computer station, lest he be exposed to the majesty of her works. "This dream you've conjured is outright crumbling about you. Against gravity. It is clear that you require rest in spite o—"

"it's a fanfic thread"

"Pardon?"

"it's the fanfic thread! it's almost one hundred so it's being packed away so the next one can come out!"

"This wasteland… is a manifestation of an internet communications collection?"

"yes"

He only briefly looks back out into the infinity around him before reminding himself that it is incomprehensible. The Void would look back at him, he knows, and it would have two mouths and touchably soft white fur.

"Nepeta, go to bed."

"nooooo! i have to finish this hd/nb fic so that i can be the furst to post in the new thread! its impurrrrrtant!! efurryone else is getting ready!"

"Nepeta…"

She turns on him with her eyes wide and her hands raised in the tiniest of begging poses, but his only response is to indignantly press on.

"Your cute face does not work now that you lack pupils." On the other hand, her pouty face worked just fine. He sighed, stepped forward and kissed her on the head. "Goodnight, Nepeta."

"hehehehe, it's okay, equius!! it's gonna turn out great! you'll looooooove it!"

He was already descending the infinite plinth, one foothold at a time. "I will not read your ridiculous fanning fiction."

She gasped. "but there's a new indystuck! and a candles and clockwork! equius!!! new rose/john, equius! they're the second best human couple. "

"So you have repeated to my continuing dismay."

"they're practically canon, you know."

"Nepeta," he said, pausing for breath. "We are not having this debate again, about you applying canonicity to real life situations."

"pshawwh!" Beat. "equius?"

He sighed, stopping his attempt to find his next grip. "Yes, Nepeta?"

"pshaw!!!" And then she laughed. Shaking his head, he began to descend at a more rapid pace, only the sound of constant giggling and typing following him down, typing interspereced with commanding shouts of "you kiss that girl! you kiss that girl this instant!!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, she appeared at the edge of the plinth, her tail flicking with real muscle movement behind her peering face. "equius?"

"Yes, Nepeta?"

"…she did!" And only then did she flash a toothy smile and scatter away, back to her appointed place.

Equius let go of the plinth, deciding to, for lack of a better term, let immortality catch him. Sometimes, days like this with his moirail made forever seemed so terribly, wonderfully long.

[Dermonster]

Threads up.

[Decker]

Sorry it took so long folks, but it's here now.
Last one out of the thread, put up the chairs and turn off the lights on the way out, kay?

[Dermonster]

Beat ya to it

[apocalypticCritic]

*puts the chairs up and shuts out the lights*

[FieryBlacksmith]

This thread, stupid, is already D----EAD.