MSPA Fanfiction VI: Trashy Rainbow Drinker Fanfiction

[mutecebu]

@lucidSeraph: a_mere_trifle's 'Inheritance' (Link) immediately springs to mind, as does liquidCitrus' 'four titles' (Link). I really wanna rec Red Pen's 'And We're Alive' (Link), but it's tagged Jade/Dave... I also want to rec SushiDatabase's 'Shenanigans' (Link), which is a nice exploration of the doomed timeline that spawned Davepsrite and dream!Rose, but it's been so long since I've read it that I can't be 100% certain it's a) non-shippy and b) up to your friend's standards.

Well, now that I've done that, I can feel slightly less guilty *coughblatantliescough* about using my first post for requests...

Soldiering on, there's a few plot bunnies that have been hopping around my head that I want to pawn off onto you poor saps because I'm a terrible writer and they won't leave me alone. Chances are someone's already written something along the same lines and I just can't find it, so if anyone is able to point me to a fic that will take any of the following bunnies and wrangle their necks for all they're worth, I'd be very much obliged.

Ok, I just know someone, somewhere has already done this, but...

Sourcetorn.

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“You were told, Neo, that the world as we now know it came about as the result of an ultimately failed attempt to free ourselves from the machine threat. That isn’t exactly true.”

“We’ve hide under the crust of a blackened wasteland because we… lost a game, of sorts.”

Skaialabs announces what may be their greatest release yet.

“Somewhere in the Matrix there exists a game.”

“What game?”

“The game.”

“Sburb is something of an experiment,” says Skaialabs CEO Thomas Harley. “Truth tell, it’s been in development for nearly 100 years now. While it is first and foremost a game, Sburb has always been meant to test the limits of whatever platform it runs on. Unfortunately, the exponential progress of technology has rendered virtually every system we might have utilized to host Sburb obsolete within mere years of their release, but we are confident that the Matrix VR system may very well be the pinnacle of telexistence and so will be able to take advantage of Sburb’s full potential.”

“While it harbours monumental potential, Sburb has persistently resisted all our efforts to dissect its code. Currently, there exists a singular procedure by which we may access the boundless capacity for what we believe is the very stuff of creation held within Sburb’s code.”

“And that is?”

“Play it.”

Aaaaand musings on what might happen Post-Sburb if the world gets reset but the kids retain their powers and doomed timelines and such are still in effect.

Will the Real Alpha Dave Please Stand Up.

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Dave Strider was a cool guy. Always was, always would be. It was, in fact, a universal constant. The day Dave Strider lost his cool was the day the entirety of the internet became a platform for unconditional love and understanding.

That being said, there were situations which made Dave feel marginally less cool than average. Waking up with Satan’s own hang over, an ornery wedge of sandpaper trying (and failing spectacularly) to moonlight as his tongue and absolutely no recollection of the past week or so definitely qualified as one of those situations. That he also happened to be sitting in the middle of a featureless grey room with his hands tied to a chair and a godawful light picking apart his retinas just cemented his emergence into the land of the living as a 7 on his shit-day scale.

“Do you know why you are here, Mr. Strider?”

Make that an 8.

“Fuck, right, step one, if I ever see another bottle of absinthe I am running the hell away as fast as I can. Step two, gotta get a restraining order against Mrs. Lalonde. Step three, why the fuck am I hallucinating about Chucky’s Little House of Chiché Horrors?”

“You are here, Mr. Strider, because we have some pressing questions for you.” The washed out voice continued blandly as what looked like a cardboard cutout of a stereotypcial FBI agent with a Pinocchio complex stepped into Dave’s line of sight. Really, shades, black suit, white undershirt and polished black shoes; like the lovechild of Hugo Weaving and Tommy Lee Jones with extra bland added in for the variety.

“Right Imma just answer your questions all nicelike and not raise a fuss about waking up hung over, sore and tied to a fucking chair because that's totally-”

“Questions about your brother.”

That got Dave’s attention.

“What the fuck does my bro have to do with this?”

“You’re brother, Ambrose Strider-”

“Bro.”

“Ambrose,” the blacksuit halted, giving Dave a piercing glare from behind his empty shades, “Strider is currently being held in the Allan B. Polunsky Unit in West Livingston.”

Dave froze. A cold sweat broke out on his brow and he honestly didn’t give a shit about how uncool it was. Seriously, the world should be bowing down to him in his magnanimity; internet fucking jegus right here, net messiah crusading for a Youtube free of Godwin’s Law, ponies ain’t got nothin’ on-

Fuck.

“What is this shit?” The teen kept his voice carefully level. “What the hell is my bro doing on death fucking row?”

“Your brother,” the agent stalked over to a gurney Dave hadn’t noticed earlier, “is currently on death row for the murder of one David Strider.”

Double fuck.

“Is this your body, Mr. Strider?” The blacksuit asked, whipping a white sheet off of the gurney to reveal a very cool, very stabbitied, very dead Dave Strider.

“Balls.”

(Yes I realize the legal system doesn't work like that.)

So yeah, if anyone can take these pesky bunnies off my hands I will shower them in net cookies and praise. Or I may simply tacklehug them at terminal velocity, whichever seems appropriate at the time.

Oh man, I missed this! I liked Will The Real Aplha Dave Stand Up.


Also, thanks for the link to Red Pen's 'And We're Alive'! Daaaaaaang that's awesome. I read it an hour ago and I'm still emotionally knotted up.

[wilySubversionist]

Well hello, thread! Y'all are looking sooo good.

After my brief time away from writing, I've decided to get back on the wagon (or off, I don't which applies) and work on Dethstuck some more. So here I give you:
Pickle's Model
Chapter 1: A Curious Girl (Under Glass)
Hope it doesn't suck!

[Hazel]

Why did I even have this silly idea I have no idea...

Reverse Mafia

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"It looks like this dilemma is up to you, Terezi."

"SO 1T 1S B3TW33N YOU 4ND D4V3..."

"Yes, we are both voting to kill off one another, so it is down to your vote to decide the outcome of this game."

"NO S3COND CH4NC3S?"

"None. It is Lynch-or-Lose... Though I am quite assured that your love of justice will cause you to pick the correct choice."

"rose is the mafia
its her"

"H3H3H3..."

"HURRY UP, ASSHOLES!"

"Terezi, I would like to point out that Sollux repeatedly accused Dave, only to die the next night. Using this, the obvious conclusion would be-"

"that youre guilty
it's obvious
as obvious as johns movies sucking
terribly unironically"

"hey!"

"H3H3H3..."

"This is starting to seem incredibly unfair! Terezi's fetish with the color..."

Rose's sentence came to a stop as Terezi moved her fingers along Dave's shirt, giggling.

Rose rolled her eyes, much to the bemusement of several.

"id like to say rezi
that this problem has a solution thats so fucking obvious
its like the sun being in the sky
pre-medium, i mean
so,
we got rose over there
and kanaya never dies
until vriska pointed it out
and then she died
and then vriska died
is this fucking suspicious or what?"

Dave concluded this with a smirk and a crossing of his arms, and a

"case closed"

Terezi raised an eyebrow.

"BUT STR1D3R, ROS3 1S PROB4BLY TH3 DOCTOR, S1NC3 K4N4Y4 K3PT B31NG S4V3D."

"wait
wait no
what?
are you sure of that?"

"Y34H! WHO DO YOU TH1NK YOU'R3 T4LK1NG TO, 4..."

Dave cut her off with a chuckle so unironic that she was forced to learn why.

"you wouldnt know that
unless you were the killer that chose for kanaya to die
case.
fucking.
closed."

Terezi stared, slack-jawed.

Rose and Dave switched their votes over, and the town had won.

The small crowd spectating lauded this mildly, excepting that one Karkat, sighing and banging his head against the wall, and excepting Nepeta, who, as the host, squealed and clapped, hopping up and down.

"You know, Terezi, if you hadn't had made such a spectacle of the decision-making, you could have easily won."

Terezi reached for her cane, but while the grimdark had worn off of Rose's voice, it had not worn off of her powers. As such, Terezi reconsidered.

Terezi shook hands under the direction of Jade, to varying reactions.

As Terezi trudged away, she muttered, barely loud enough for the blonde humans to hear,

"STUP1D HUM4N JUST1C3..."

Hey, I remember that game! I think. This version sounds more complicated than the one I remember playing.

[draconicAlgorithm]

@ wilySubversionist: Oh my god, you must be psychic or something because I just reread A Shadow Over Tacoma last night. I think the only words that can accurately express my feelings involve keyboard pounding, so I'll just suffice in saying, no, this did not suck. It did not suck at all.

[ArmsAreLoud]

Why did I even have this silly idea I have no idea...

Reverse Mafia

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"It looks like this dilemma is up to you, Terezi."

"SO 1T 1S B3TW33N YOU 4ND D4V3..."

"Yes, we are both voting to kill off one another, so it is down to your vote to decide the outcome of this game."

"NO S3COND CH4NC3S?"

"None. It is Lynch-or-Lose... Though I am quite assured that your love of justice will cause you to pick the correct choice."

"rose is the mafia
its her"

"H3H3H3..."

"HURRY UP, ASSHOLES!"

"Terezi, I would like to point out that Sollux repeatedly accused Dave, only to die the next night. Using this, the obvious conclusion would be-"

"that youre guilty
it's obvious
as obvious as johns movies sucking
terribly unironically"

"hey!"

"H3H3H3..."

"This is starting to seem incredibly unfair! Terezi's fetish with the color..."

Rose's sentence came to a stop as Terezi moved her fingers along Dave's shirt, giggling.

Rose rolled her eyes, much to the bemusement of several.

"id like to say rezi
that this problem has a solution thats so fucking obvious
its like the sun being in the sky
pre-medium, i mean
so,
we got rose over there
and kanaya never dies
until vriska pointed it out
and then she died
and then vriska died
is this fucking suspicious or what?"

Dave concluded this with a smirk and a crossing of his arms, and a

"case closed"

Terezi raised an eyebrow.

"BUT STR1D3R, ROS3 1S PROB4BLY TH3 DOCTOR, S1NC3 K4N4Y4 K3PT B31NG S4V3D."

"wait
wait no
what?
are you sure of that?"

"Y34H! WHO DO YOU TH1NK YOU'R3 T4LK1NG TO, 4..."

Dave cut her off with a chuckle so unironic that she was forced to learn why.

"you wouldnt know that
unless you were the killer that chose for kanaya to die
case.
fucking.
closed."

Terezi stared, slack-jawed.

Rose and Dave switched their votes over, and the town had won.

The small crowd spectating lauded this mildly, excepting that one Karkat, sighing and banging his head against the wall, and excepting Nepeta, who, as the host, squealed and clapped, hopping up and down.

"You know, Terezi, if you hadn't had made such a spectacle of the decision-making, you could have easily won."

Terezi reached for her cane, but while the grimdark had worn off of Rose's voice, it had not worn off of her powers. As such, Terezi reconsidered.

Terezi shook hands under the direction of Jade, to varying reactions.

As Terezi trudged away, she muttered, barely loud enough for the blonde humans to hear,

"STUP1D HUM4N JUST1C3..."

Hey, I remember that game! I think. This version sounds more complicated than the one I remember playing.

It seems to be based on Epic Mafia, a browser-based version of the game. The killer is a third-party role that the village has to kill even if the rest of the maf is eliminated.

You should play it is fuuuuuuuun

[wilySubversionist]

@draconicAlgorithm Thanks so much! And honestly, it is just super cool to hear that TSoT warrants a reread. That is The Sweet to hear.

[Hazel]

It seems to be based on Epic Mafia, a browser-based version of the game. The killer is a third-party role that the village has to kill even if the rest of the maf is eliminated.

You should play it is fuuuuuuuun

Thank you. I will look it up, it sounds cool.

[DeadBrain]

Hey guess what?

New AU!

WasteLanded

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It works.

You cannot believe it does.

The feeling. The feeling of something you have spent so much time on, coming to an end. The soft humming noise is like angels choirs to you (It's a miracle you can make it out with all that static in your ears), the faint glow might as well be a small window into the heavens.

But you don't have time for that.

You raise your shaky, bony fingers up and put them on the keyboard. The familiar texture of plastic under your fingertips, and seconds later the room fills with fast typing sounds.

>run.
>pesterchum.1v252.o.exe
>search.all.

The myriad of colors fills the screen. It's surprising that so many clients remain.

It's too much.

>select.
>8.random.
>add.list.1
>start."new.memo" "1"

There it is.

It's time.

-- [TA]twinArmageddons began responding to memo "1" at ??:?? --

TA: hello?
TA: ii2 anyone there?


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beep

You raise your eyes from the piece of meat you're chewing. It takes a second for you to know what's happening.

That piece of junk is still working?

You take your plate (It's not really a plate, just a piece of metal) to the table.

Letters. Good fucking thing you can read them.

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beep

It is sudden to you. One minute you're tinkering with the device, an the second it's flashing text in your face. You're curious though, you have never made use of this application.

Glancing back, you make sure your companion is asleep, curled up in her fur. You return to the bracelet, taking off the cracked googles.

A message. How...intriguing.

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beep

It distracts you from the view.

And what a beautiful sight it is. Lamps shining in the night, making the wasteland a bright place, even in this cold, pitch-black night. The tall, neon-lit buildings streaking in front of your window. It is the most colorful place in the world right now.

And it's allllllll yours.

But you are distracted. By this small computer sitting at your desk. Weird, you don't recall setting anything to alarm you.

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beep

A contact?

You have never expected to finally find someone to converse with.

You should take this experience with considerable amount of control, and logic.

With such you begin to read the message.

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beep

You're so close to beat your record. Only a little more...!

And yet, your screen clashes, and you're staring into some sort of convo.

You haven't thought that this old, rusty, beat-up, computer you dug up a few days ago on the fields was capable of this!

You call over the boy, and show it to him. Maybe he can read it?

Turns out he can.

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beep

You are so thankful for that.

Whatever it is, you can at least take a break from him and all that boredom. Nothing exciting ever happens here. Especially with him around. Seriously, he can be nice, but nooooooo, he must take his duty so official?

You later realize this is the first time you had any interaction with anyone outside.

No wonder you got so hyped up, he wanted to take you to the doctor.

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beep

Motherfuck.

It takes you a while to scamper out of the pile you've been lying in. After a few good minutes of fumbling (you spaced out a little, so it might have been more), you finally find your computer.

What was he doing under the floor titles?

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WHO DARES?

THE COURT IS IN PROGRESS THERE MUST ME NO INTERRUPTIO-!

Oh, who are you kidding, you lost the immersion.

Pouting, you throw away the robes and the glasses. With the tapping, you reach your desk. The scent of new colours fill your nostrils. So many new ones!

You can barely contain yourself, as your fingers reach for the painted keys.

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TA: iif anyone ii2 readiing thii2
TA: there ii2 2omethiing iimportant ii have two tell you
TA: ii need you help
TA: becau2e ii beliieve there will be
TA: a war
TA: and ii thiink that what happend year2 ago
TA: taught u2
TA: that war
TA: war never change2

I...think it is pretty obvious what i'm doing here.

Nevertheless, please inform me if I screwed something up. Opinions are welcome.

[draconicAlgorithm]

@ DeadBrain: I am not entirely sure what is going on yet. But I like it.

[DeadBrain]

@ DeadBrain: I am not entirely sure what is going on yet. But I like it.

Huh, and here I though that the last line gave it away...

[catastrophicGenesis]

@ DeadBrain: I am not entirely sure what is going on yet. But I like it.

Huh, and here I though that the last line gave it away...

Fallout AU? =3

[Twigwise]

@ DeadBrain: I am not entirely sure what is going on yet. But I like it.

Huh, and here I though that the last line gave it away...

Fallout AU? =3

Fallout AU.

[draconicAlgorithm]

@ DeadBrain: I am not entirely sure what is going on yet. But I like it.

Huh, and here I though that the last line gave it away...

Fallout AU? =3

That would explain it. I've only played a small portion of the beginning of Fallout. (A friend of mine has it and was showing it to me.)

But I love post-apocalyptic settings so there's pretty much no way that I'm not going to like it anyway.

[DeadBrain]

Hehe, thank you!

Though, I pretty much suck at writing convos, so the next chapter will probably take some time, and will be failsome.

[Rebbe]

OH NO, I am the worst at keeping up with this thread. The worst. Just fell off it again, haha. Time to climb back on and hopefully keep up better from here on out. Have a fic about Jack Noir to make up for it?

Pieces of a Hurricane

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Off-site over here, if you please

[Mei]

Oh man, I forgot to check in for a few days and I'm already so far behind D=

Mini-comment dunp:

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@mutecebu: Omigosh, thank you so much for the firstpwnst.gif!
I shall immediately affix it to my desktop with nails crafted from the horns of culled wigglers 8D

I might write more 'Will the Real Alpha Dave Please Stand Up' if I can actually think of a decent plot for it (which was the original reason I was trying to fob it off on someone else here; I'm terrible with plots ^_^; )


@wilySubversionist: More Dethstuck 8D *Starts drooling from eyes*


@Rebbe: Is it a bad thing that the moment I finished 'Pieces of a Hurricane', my dominant thought was Davesprite/Bec Noir?

That aside, I have an unhealthy love of characters who have no compunctions about self-mutilation, and the evolution of Noir's relationship with his sword was more or less pure literary candy for me. Keep up the great work!

[Megafire]

Oh, hey, I forgot to mention this here.

Homesick: Chapter 8: Kyrianne: Be Busy is up on AO3.

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In which the concept of shuriken cookies is introduced and the Dutch have a special gene.

And I just realised how many colons I put in that title.

[A Fan]

I put this on AO3 first, for some reason. It was originally written for the anonymous prompt meme, like ~80% of my fanfic. Someone is very concerned about there not being enough surviving trolls for everyone to fill their quadrants.

Therapy

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TT: Hmm.
TT: How does that make you feel?
AG: Frustr8ed, I guess?
AG: I mean, I th8 I had my whole life ahead of me.
AG: And now, suddenly, I'm running out of options.
TT: So you said.
AG: I mean, is this really the 8est I can do?
TT: I see.
AG: No offense to anyone, I'm s8re they're all detesta8le of pitiful in their own right.
TT: Do you think about this often?
AG: Ye8h, sure!
AG: I me8n
TT: Go on.
AG: Troll serend8pity
AG: F8lling quadr8nts
AG: It's import8nt stuff!
AG: It's not tr8vial!
TT: Of course.
TT: No one is doubting the cultural significance of troll serendipity, Vriska.
AG: I worry a8out the others, too!
AG: See, it's n8t 8ll a8out me.
TT: No one was suggesting it was, Vriska.
AG: I'm very concerned for them!
AG: Wh8 if none of 8s fill o8r quadr8nts?
AG: :::
TT: This is a distressing thought for you.
AG: S8re it is!
AG: Wouldn't y8u 8e distressed if you thought none of your l8ttle fri8nds wo8ld ever fall in loooooooove?
AG: I 8et you would 8e!
TT: There's no need to take that tone with me, Vriska.
TT: I thought we were past this trust problem.
TT: Vriska?
TT: Are you hearing me?
AG: Y8ah.
TT: Is there anything you want to say?
AG: I'm s8rry.
AG: I didn't mean to dou8t you.
AG: Of course I trust you.
TT: That's good.
TT: I was beginning to get worried.
TT: I thought we made more progress than this.
AG: I know, I knoooooooow.
AG: I w8n't disapp8int you.
TT: I want to make sure we're not backsliding, Vriska.
AG: We're n8t.
AG: I am very emotional a8out this.
TT: Good. Keep going.
AG: I feel as though no one takes my concerns seriously.
AG: Even Karkat doesn't care a8out this as much as I thought he would.
TT: This worries you?
AG: It's not l8ke him!
AG: He used to 8e all a8out the moirallegiance this and kismesissitude th8t.
AG: Suddenly all he gives a d8mn a8out are his 8ros.
TT: Why do you think this concerns you so much?
AG: I always said he's make a 8etter human than a troll!
TT: Do you think that's what he's doing? Trying to be human?
AG: May8e!!!!!!!!
TT: Because he hasn't filled his quadrants?
AG: 8ecause he's not even tryyyyyyyying!
AG: It's like he stopped caring!
TT: Caring about what?
AG: Troll ways.
AG: Alternia.
AG: Everyone we lost.
TT: Everyone you lost? You mean the dead members of your party.
TT: Vriska?
AG: I me8n the pe8ple who g8t m8rdered.
AG: The people I murdered.
TT: You didn't murder all of them, though.
AG: N8.
AG: 8ut all the 8thers are dead.
TT: The others?
AG: Gamzee and Eridan.
AG: The other murderers.
AG: If they were alive, he'd never let them get away with it.
TT: Go on.
AG: If Eridan or Gamzee were alive, Karkat and Terezi would put them on trial, and they would pro8a8ly get executed.
AG: Why aren't they doing that to me?
TT: Do you want to get executed?
AG: N8!!!!!!!!
AG: We've 8een over this!
TT: Why do you want them to try you, then?
AG: 8ecause at least then I'd know that they care.
TT: Vriska?
TT: Are you there?
TT: Vriska, you're worrying me.
TT: Please answer.
TT: Remember our deal.
TT: Vriska, if you don't answer within thirty seconds I'm calling John to knock down your door.
AG: I know what you're thinking.
TT: I highly doubt that.
AG: You were a8out to suggest that I'm in h8 with Karkat, or Terezi, or 8oth of them.
TT: Not at all.
AG: Really?
TT: You still haven't grasped how humans think.
TT: That's quite all right.
TT: None of us expected this to be easy.
AG: Right........
TT: We're almost out of time.
TT: Vriska, can you answer me one more question?
AG: I gu8ss.
TT: Are you sure that hate is what you want Karkat and Terezi to feel for you?
AG: I don't think I grasp your meaning.
TT: You mentioned Karkat spending time with his 'bros'.
TT: Perhaps you want him to be your 'bro' too, now that he's friendly with almost all of the others.
TT: Think about it.
AG: I'm thinking.
TT: We'll speak about it next time.
TT: Tuesday at nine.
AG: I remem8er.
AG: Roooooooose?
TT: Yes, Vriska?
AG: Wo8ld you 8e my 8ro?
TT: That would be highly unethical.
AG: 8h.
AG: Okay.
TT: Will I see you on Tuesday?
AG: Yeah I g8ess.
TT: Don't be late.

-- tentacleTherapist [TT] ceased pestering arachnidsGrip [AG] at 10:00 --

A/N: My new computer renders Rose's text in a weird bright pink instead of the lavender I was used to.

I have only one compl8nt a8out this fic, and that's that serendip8y has a clear point where Vriska's quirk could be used appropri8ly.

[Rebbe]

@Mei -- that is not what I went intended, but to each their own interpretation (:

Aaand last but not least, I have one more thing to share. Spidermom fic, this time!

A Feast for Queens

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It's over here, over here!

[MrBear]

Somewhere in a chatroom:

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<Tenebrais> I like it!
<Tenebrais> Now go post it in the fanfic thread.
<MrBear> Whaaat
<Tenebrais> DO IT
<Tenebrais> That is an order, good sir.
<MrBear> Whatcha gonna do if I say no? :I
<Tenebrais> Post it anyway.
<Tenebrais> And just tell everyone you wrote it.
<MrBear> :I
<MrBear> You sir, are a buttock. :I
<Tenebrais> I have trained in the art my whole life, old boy.
<MrBear> also, I'm totally going to post our exchange from 'I like it!' to 'i have trained'. :I
<Tenebrais> Awesome.

And now, the thing. It has no title, but the first 4 words should do nicely. Just a thought I had while I was drawing something. (For Tenebrais, now that I think about it.)

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In the first day, Rose was unsure of making friends with Jade. She was loud, and cheerful. Too loud. Too Cheerful. She had quickly decided that they were friends, because 'She knew they would be friends in the future, so why not now?' Rose found the concept of predestination to be silly, and this girl doubly so. Also, her dog was weird.

In the first week, Rose spent more time with Jade. Mother seemed to be pleased with having her daughter out of the house, and encouraged such behavior by 'accidently' locking the doors. Of course, Rose knew how to get back in at all times, but she has started to appreciate this other girl's behavior. The lunches spent under trees, sitting in the grass certainly helped. The dog could be adorable, when it wasn't appearing wherever it pleased.

In the first month, Rose realized she never had actually invited a friend to her house. Or maybe even had a friend. Other children her age always seemed to just past by, like faceless characters in a story she was the main character of. Jade was different. She listened. A little scatter brained, but a good friend. She also seemed to be preposterously bad at any game that didn't involve target shooting of some kind.

In the first year, Rose forgot the passage of time. Seconds into Minutes into Hours into Days into Weeks into Months. The time passed by so fast. Birthdays come and gone. Celebrations of holidays. Cold dark nights huddled around a campfire, with that trusty dog keeping watch while stories of wizardly intent were told. Slumber parties at each other's houses. Afternoons spent just sitting around and talking, maybe performing (dark) arts and craft(y machinations). Rose stopped fighting with her mother. Infact, at times, her mother just seemed to conveniently disappear when Jade arrived. The days fluttered past like the blink of an eye, like the dream of a sleeping girl.

And then Jade brought Rose a new game, and it killed her. Rose recalled every moment they spent together, and thought of all the time they should have had left to see the world, meet new friends like those boys they played the game with. But now that wouldn't happen. Rose didn't get to say goodbye, but it didn't matter. She would either kill Jack, or be with her best friend soon enough.

Then Rose opened her eyes. An entire lifetime. The concept of a universe, a whole life, in an instant past. She barely remembered the memories, 'imaginary' as they seemed, being from another life that she hadn't lived yet. The tears on her cheeks came because she understood. It wasn't fair. This was the BEST possible outcome they could come up with. She only hoped, when the universe reset, that Jade would find a way to remain the same.

So she could make friends with the new Rose.

It is what it is. Enjoy.

[draconicAlgorithm]

@ MrBear: Oh man, Rose and Jade as friends is so rarely written about. It's not brought up much in canon either, but I really love the idea, and you wrote it well.

Also, thank you Tenebrais for making them post it. You have done the thread a wonderful service.

[liefErikson]

Oh, hey, I forgot to mention this here.

Homesick: Chapter 8: Kyrianne: Be Busy is up on AO3.

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In which the concept of shuriken cookies is introduced and the Dutch have a special gene.


And I just realised how many colons I put in that title.

Im sorry Megafire but the pathologist reports that you've got colon cancer.

[kaoticAntagonist]

My magnum opus.

By the way is there a specific place to put this stuff?

Spinneret Mindfang

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Cast: Karkat, Vriska, Eridan, Kanaya.
[INTRO]

Intercom (Equius): D-->Guys Vriska Serket is here.

Karkat: OH FUCKING GREAT SEND HIM IN.

Vriska: Hey guys.

All: Hey thanks for coming.

Karkat: BOUT TIME, WHAT TOOK YOU?

Vriska: I’m sorry I’m late, geeeeeeeez. I just got caught up reading some Ancestor journals… have you seen those things?

Eridan: yeah, those wwere pretty good.

Vriska: Well I listened to your track and I loved it, and I wrote you this 8ig, sexy hook I think you’re gonna loooooooove. 3333333

Karkat: COOL, THAT’S PERFECT. YOU READY TO SLAM IT DOWN?

Vriska: Lets do it!!!!!!!! (do it do it do it)

[KARKAT]

HERE WE GO
UH, LONELY ASTEROID, VRISKA SERKET (VRISKA: YEEEEEEEEAH)

THE NIGHT STARTS NOW
THE CREW IS BACK
THE NIGHT STARTS NOW
THE NIGHT STARTS NOW, BABY, ROLL WITH US
BITCHES SNAPPIN’ AT THE NECK WHEN WE ROLLIN’ UP (VRISKA: Rollin’ up!)
CLUB FRONT DOORS AIN’T NO HOLDIN’ UP
BLACK CARD AT THE BAR LIKE I GIVES A FUCK (Vriska: Come on!)

[Kanaya]

It’s The Lonely Asteroid Crew Here Today
Welcome To This Fine Establishment
Some Fellas Are Looking Extremely Jealous
Play That Shit Back And Watch The Buckets Get Filled
Cape At My Waist Saw In My Sock
You Either Get Chopped Get Sliced Or Get Shot (Vriska: YEEEEEEEEAH YEAH)

[VRISKA]

This is the taaaaaaaale of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang

Pirate so 8rave on the eight seas (Karkat: WHAT?)

A mystical quest to the isle of Trollvania

Raven locks sway on the ocean 8reeze

[ERIDAN]

yeah, that wwas kinda wweird but wwe’re back in the club

Buyin out the bar so the groupies show us love (Vriska: Grand High8lood!)

a fifth a ice man

im the top gunna

laser on blast

im the number one stunna (Vriska: Marquise Mindfang!)

[Karkat]

WATCH YOUR GIRL BECAUSE I AIN’T YOUR MISTER NICE GUY
MORE LIKE THE MEET YA TAKE YOU HOME AND FILL YOUR BUCKET TWICE GUY
ALL DRESSED UP WITH NOWHERE TO RUN
I KNOW I MAKE YOU FEEL CRAZY WHEN I-

(Vriska: Now back to the good part!!!!!!!!)

[VRISKA]

One day she was hatched

She yearned for adventure (Karkat: NO!)

Oh Marquise (Eridan: Yes)

You always wanted eight moooooooore!

She’s the princess of the surf

The ruler of Trollvania

But in the court8lock

What lies in store???????? (Kanaya: We Have Read the Journal)

[Karkat]

PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR
AND SAY HELL YEAH

[VRISKA]

Marquise Mindfang (Karkat: WHAT?)

Vriska Serket (Karkat: NO)

[ERIDAN]

from the front to the back

sayin wwe count stacks c’mon

[VRISKA]

Dualscar (Eridan: nope)

Summoner (Eridan: wwrong)

[KANAYA]

Vriska, We Require You To Focus Up Much More

[VRISKA][color]

Got that let me try it with another ancestor (Karkat: WAIT)

L1F3 1S 4LL 4BOUT JUST1C3 4ND MY N4M3 1S N3OPHYT3 R3DGL4R3 (KARKAT: NOT BETTER)

THOUGH 1 COULD DO 4NYTH1NG 1 W4NT TO
1 G1V3 TRUTH 4LL MY LOV3 (Kanaya: Come On)

D-->Okay, then I’m an expatri8

D--> Oh gog 8oo hoo hoo (Kanaya: Oh Gog)

THEN YOU CAN CALL ME SUFFERER

KILLING MOUNTAINS OF HIGH8LOODS (Karkat: CLOSE ENOUGH)

YOU COCKROACHES WANT TO PLAY ROUGH?

OKAY, I’M RELOADED! HA HA!

THIS IS THE TALE OF SUFFERER REDBLOOD
(Vriska: THIS IS THE TALE!)

TROLLIAN FLAME

HE WAS HOT AS FUCK

A SWEET-ASS KISMESIS

YOUR BLOOD IS POLLUTED

THIS WHOLE PLANET’S A PUSSAAAAAAAAY

JUST WAITING TO GET FUCKED

JUST WAITING TO GET FUCKED! (KARKAT: OKAY IT TURNS OUT VRISKA IS A MAJOR HISTORY BUFF)

You complete me :::::::; )(KARKAT: YEAH YEAH, OKAY)

i likely made some mistakes so point them out to me please. will finish the color later.
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http://www.youtube.com/user/thelonel.../0/GI6CfKcMhjY

edit: finished coloring. still minor issues but im not going to fix them.

[wilySubversionist]

My magnum opus.

Seriously! Vriska= Michael Bolton? YES. I laughed for a good 5 minutes straight.

[kaoticAntagonist]

My magnum opus.

Seriously! Vriska= Michael Bolton? YES. I laughed for a good 5 minutes straight.

Originally It was going to be Eridan but Vriska was the funnier option.