CRUCIBLE OF CREATIVE POTENTIAL: The Homestuck Request Meme
ACT TWO
(also known as SHITSTAIN ASSMASTER)By popular demand, a general request meme for MSPA, at long last. Have an idea you want to see drawn or written? This is the place to ask. Both romantic (of any kind, het or slash) and general prompts are accepted. Reply to those comments with art
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It’s not every day a meteor crashes into your favourite record shop, but you’re nothing if not cool, so you don’t gasp, and you don’t gawk. Instead you calmly walk to the centre and put a pair of sunglasses on the baby that rests in the middle. You somehow knew to bring a pair of puppet sunglasses today, and cool guys like you try to go by their instincts like that.
So you pick up that baby, who now looks pretty damn cool wearing those sunglasses you made for one of your larger puppets, and you take him home.
You don’t question whether he’s really yours or not. He came from a meteor and that makes him too cool to be raised normally. Besides, your mind drifts back to old Superman comics you read as a child (when you were still cool, but slightly less so) and you wonder. He acts like a normal baby, or at least what you assume a normal baby would act like, but maybe his powers don’t develop until later, or until he’s put to the test.
So you name him Dave, Dave Strider, and teach him how to fight. You make things deliberately tough for him, even though you feel like hitting yourself when you see the kid cry. It’s never cool to make kids miserable, yet your instincts tell you the kid is gonna be great, so you carry on.
And it gets easier as he gets older, though he never gets the powers you were half expecting. At least he stops crying, and starts idolising you instead. Sometimes you long for the days when he was smaller and would cry until you eventually gave in and held him tight until he fell asleep in your arms, hiccupping softly.
Sometimes you wonder what it would have been like if you’d had other family. Someone who would care about the fact you were taking in a strange child you found in a crater. Except, you don’t, so can you really be blamed for the fact you have no idea on how to raise a child? You don’t really have any friends, either. A truly cool guy is alone even when surrounded by people, and you can’t remember the last real friend you had. But that all sounds like more of a sob fest than it should be, because, really, none of that stuff bothers you. You have a great life, and a great little brother.
You think to yourself sometimes, about the similarities between you and Dave. He’s too much like you for just coincidence, especially considering he’s a space baby, so you come up with hundreds of answers that you pick up and discard with equal readiness. The one that sticks, though, the one you can’t quite let go of, is that he’s somehow your son.
But really, that’s stupid. You’re his bro, and Pa Strider just sounds ridiculous.
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this is adorable *w*
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I am not ashamed to admit that I dawwww'd out loud. At the ending too. <3
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