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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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FILL: Stupidly Adorable (Eridan<3Rose) (2/2)

[astrophrenia]

“Okay, Eridan, that's it,” you assert firmly, crossing the room and into his absurd dance routine, officially entering his personal space of your own accord for the first time since that one occurrence during the first week where he tried to get in a 'heated' argument with you, and you picked him up by the collar and tossed him across the room, “shut the fuck up. You're impressing no one, and you look like that one massive tool at the party who missed the memo that we changed the theme from 80's night to 'clothing people would actually be caught dead in, and were not likely designed by a demon of hell' night.”

Eridan pauses mid soloing, breaking away from a solid nevver gonna givve you up to inform you that, “You're gonna havve to make me, Ros.”

Make him shut up? Make him?
Oh, you can so do that.

You grin somewhat devilishly, and close the gap between you and this cheap Astley impersonator, and you kiss him. You kiss him right on his dumb mouth.

Unsurprisingly, it works wonders for his ability to speak.

From the corner, Karkat starts coughing in surprise, and Vriska whoops in something that sounds suspiciously like delight. You ignore them all, and focus on the facts again.

One, Eridan is (somewhat miraculously) very good at this whole kissing business. Two, you're touching his butt through what is most definitely the most idiotic pair of white slacks you've ever seen. And Three, you have no idea what quadrant this is supposed to be. Your diabolical plan to make Eridan stop singing Rick Astley has backfired, in that you are now receiving reaction from the peanut gallery, and that would be bad enough, but you can't stop blushing. Also you're touching his butt. Why are you touching his butt. You mentally admonish yourself, but do not stop doing that.

Kanaya is standing there with a dubious expression, arms crossed, half-grinning at you, which you notice about the same time you notice Vriska elbowing a stunned looking John and laughing gleefully, and Nepeta burying her face in a notebook and scribbling fiercely. You feel incredibly humiliated, and as such, you excuse yourself to go to the rest room.

Eridan stands there in the middle of the room, dressed like arguably one of the most absurd Earth musicians he could possibly have dressed like (you're glad for his sake he didn't decide on KISS or something, at least), looking this stupidly adorable blend of smug, sheepish, and shellshocked. You slink off to the bathroom to have a very lengthy feelings jam with yourself.