homestuck kink meme VII
HOME STUCK KINK MEME VII
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIPPPP (this one's closed)
BUT THE REST OF YOU MAY CARRY ON
==> OVER HERE.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIPPPP (this one's closed)
BUT THE REST OF YOU MAY CARRY ON
==> OVER HERE.
TC: know what
TC: i like you, i like all you motherfuckers.
TC: we're all being like friends, it's motherfuckin miraculous.
TC: keep it that way.
TC: WHICH WAY DO I GO?
"Theriouthly, what the thit?" Sollux typed messages with one hand and tugged reflexively at an ear with the other. They'd switched off their text-to-audio converters, but it was difficult to forget how it translated Gamzee's new typing style.
It should be a joke. It had been. Haha, how adorably pathetic, the clown's acting serious about saving his Best Half-Dead Friend and making demands on everybody's attention while they're putting together a rescue. Gotta take care of his endearing emotional breakdown, he even stopped taking the time to type like an asshole! Then an electronic approximation of Gamzee's voice came howling and scraping from the speakers, lower or louder with each new message, and the programme parameters shouldn't have allowed for that much expression since the urge to soil yourself really got in the way of computer usage.
"Was he always thith fucking creepy? He's not thith fucking creepy, I've known him thinthe we were like five thweepth old." Karkat had introduced them. Right as that thought threatened to swamp Sollux under emotion again, a message started coming through. From Terezi - good, then cracking the encryption could distract him.
"It would behoove you not to talk to me in such a filthy manner," said Equius, dependably. "Consider yourself fortunate - I would object more strongly if this matter were not urgent, and if you weren't almost more incomprehensible than degenerate."
"Fuck you thidewayth with a thauthage thcreamthicle, and have fun figuring out where I threw in the extra 'eth'." Sollux thumped a fist into his head like it was possible to beat back the impending headache. "God! Thith ith getting thtupid. Let'th agree to focuth on busineth."
"Acceptable." Equius cleared his throat. "After all, the Highblood awaits the execution of his order."
No, Sollux Captor, he thought to himself, you don't care how hard he mouth-breathes. KK's in trouble that can only get worse, and he can help.
"I've received a reply from Aradia," Equius said. "She's pretty sure she's on to the right ghosts. Something about the quality of the screams."
"Ugh," Sollux said in absent empathy. "Well, good, Terezi's thent me more files. It doesn't look like anything tholid on the people we're looking for, but you can try and extrapolate from where the info overlapth and tell Gamzee about anything promithing."
He glanced over his shoulder to see how this was received. Across the lounge block Equius sat hunched in his seat, fingers poised over the keyboard and his face covered with a blue sheen. "Perhaps we could first reassure the highblood that we are at work on this task. He's sent more messages-"
"Why'd you wait tho motherfucking long to tell me about thith here happening, my betht friend mine, better not be all letting me hang for too long brothers, blah-blah-honk." Sollux swung back around in his swivelling sitting device. "I got the githt hours ago. You can take charge of talking to him, I don't need more convinthing that clowns will kill me in my thleep. Then get back to figuring out where KK is."
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"It's - it's almost perfectly exquisite," said Equius, showing once again why the admiration was embarrassing. "That the highblood should at last accept his heritage - and grow to realise that the peasantblood was only as good as a belonging to him - and so provide even such a vile character a wholly fitting and satisfactory place in society-"
"You're going to exthplode," Sollux said morosely. "I can't hear it yet, but thomehow I thtill know you're going to bleed out and die from an aneurysm in your bone bulge. Go ahead and jutht make thith day perfect."
An interlude of more mouth-breathing. And typing. Zahhak was a real workhorse; you had to give him that. Thematically appropriate and all.
Sollux was finding it difficult to get back into the rhythm. He gave in to compulsion and switched to a window showing Trollian's viewport function. "What getth to me is how he keepth walking."
While Equius had taken to watching for every new purple word on Trollian, Sollux had tagged Gamzee with a viewport when they could no longer ignore that he had, as promised, set out to make things right for his best friend. There was obviously a real danger he'd get lost ambling off after stray rainbows - but by then Gamzee had already left his home shoreline far behind and got onto a road, and his pace hadn't wavered since. Vision twofold didn't add much to the sight. It really felt like it ought to.
"It'th jutht Gamzee. Thame guy we've known forever, and he's been like a machine ever thinthe Kanaya told him. He didn't even know where he was going at firtht! If the ghosts hadn't found those people with the four-wheeled motorised device he'd probably have got himself fried by sunrise, and would he even have fucking noticed?"
Equius grabbed desperately for the stack of towels beside his computer. "He - this-" He swallowed audibly even from behind about five towels, then lowered them again. "This is what he is capable of - and always has been. This is who he was born to be."
Unstoppable. That was the word that came to mind. It would sound stupid with the lisp.
"Good," Sollux said. He kept half his attention on Terezi's message, because half was more than enough to be careful about decrypting more of it - this would be a hell of a time to get their up-and-coming legislacerator in trouble - and the other half stayed on the figure of Gamzee, slouching through city streets with a husktop braced awkwardly against his side and a juggling club in the other hand. "Good. Then we're getting KK back."
Sollux was starting to hear voices - couldn't tell how many, couldn't tell whose, and he begged Karkat's not to show up among them - but the distant screams of the imminently deceased got louder and sharper as Gamzee walked on.
"Thith is officially the plan, all right? Aradia can conthentrate on getting information, and never mind about getting Eridan to throw his theadweller weight around. Thith is the plan now. We point Gamzee in the right direction and watch. Our lovable clown freak to the rescue. What the hell is thith entire thituation?"
"I accede," said Equius, breathless.
"Colour me shocked."
"But, er, perhaps it would be best not to tell the others, as yet. Uh. Excessive, though admittedly understandable disbelief would hinder our progress." He shrugged uncomfortably as Sollux raised an eyebrow at this show of disbelief in Gamzee's abilities, and then straightened. "We should, however, tell the highblood."
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It kind of blended all together beyond a place where Gamzee got his understanding from. Routine, though, it did help. A motherfucker takes care to keep chill, to do right by his own self and his friends, and a night tends to roll over and get to being good. Can't help it in the face of such a wicked sweet onslaught! And those nights when then walls sweated, those nights when there was something a lot like the hole at the end of it all getting closer, those nights and days went on so long; then routine got you even if you didn't bother getting around to it. Somebody would chime the Trollian alert and bring a note of down-to-the-ground music back into your think pan.
This was a new kind of bad night: Karkat was gone. The way Kanaya told it, all endless ice-angry, the intention about it all was to have him gone for good.
Karkat had been happy to be the revolutionary that started fights to hide their Empress sister Feferi's bigger revolution. Gamzee had been happy for him - you had to imagine it would be satisfying for him to have something real to sink some of his bite into. None of them had expected the backbite to come so fast and so thorough, taking their very own good bro right the motherfuck away from anywhere he ought to be.
It was the kind of situation where you had to get right on with helping out. Gamzee had a feel for that. There were times you sat back and let things come along all natural and leave you where needed to be. There were times you stood before all that was natural and you bent it, hard, as much as you needed. A lot of his friends were good at that bending, and breaking, which he was always telling them pretty much scared him. For Karkat he would try to be.
There needed to be a new kind of routine, good for helping him to help out on this bad night: One footstep and then the next.
The routine made things simple and made them a haze. Soon enough he was told where to go, Sollux and Equius arguing across his husktop screen. They knew about Karkat and that they had to be all helpful about it. Smart. So Gamzee stopped worrying too much about how it felt like a deep down bad idea - two voices and doing the things they said. He thought instead about the next footstep and then the next - and when he got picked up, one bump underneath the car and then the next. You had to think like every inch of the way was another fight. Then it was easy.
His friends said the city was where he had to be, and his strangers had been happy to drop him off there. He'd never been to the city before. Maybe it was beautiful. He couldn't go and get distracted, so Gamzee looked at Karkat's dimmed bar on his Trollian chumproll, the way he had since hearing the news. Imagine, that guy being made silent.
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Saddest motherfucking thing that was never going to be.
He kept walking, kept finding a fight in each step, kept feeling like motherfucking waiting that wasn't going to get him anywhere, and his friends knew he was all up and waiting here, and if he needed to find them instead for getting in the way then that's how it's got to be. Mostly, he walked. A bad night, walls starting to look full of the endless space behind them ... all you could do was keep on the routine, and it had to be the new one until he broke enough of the world to have the old one back.
And then Trollian chimed, like the freshest of motherfucking miracles. Hot and cold dropped down Gamzee's spine, and he stumbled in his rush to look at his screen.
Blue words, not gray. He couldn't stop walking yet. Well? Good. That was a miracle too, why the motherfuck not? It was getting to feeling like he hadn't really had much of a fight yet after all.
He did stop, though. For a short, sharp heartbeat and a smile.
His good bro Equius was pretty reliably a guy he could not get to figuring out, hard to please about trying so hard to please, if that was what he was actually doing on any given night. Sometimes, though - and it would be great to get his remember on strong enough to tell Equius - he did get to hitting the target. He had a way with all those uptight words.
CT: D --> We should be able to tell you shortly where to go
CT: D --> It is all up to you now, as the are pooling our other resources to finding the holding facility
CT: D --> The execution of the rescue is yours alone
CT: D --> And Vantas is fortunate enough to be wholly yours.
Gamzee thought he'd like to fold that last line up somewhere dark and deep inside, and maybe he managed not to get it lost up in there - and then he settled the husktop back against his side and went to find the people he needed to convince of the facts, swinging the club in his hand.
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You just made my day. Here I am, sitting here frustrated beyond belief, fighting with coding, and foaming at the mouth.
And then this falls into my inbox. And it is like the world is full of motherfucking MIRACLES.
holy shit. just. this is everything i wanted. I'm not even kidding.
I just want to touch it gently and with all the love it deserves. *_*
/melts into an incoherent happy puddle
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*revives*
Oh.
Oh oh oh oh oh this is lovely<3. You have Sollux working to help kk too. Oh, I...I am just going to love you softly shh only loving now.
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Amazing anon is amazing.
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Also, revolutionary shenanigans on Sgrub-less Alternia are the best.
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Be okay Karkat fuuuu
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Equius routed as much power to Aradia as her mainframe could take, and she drew dead voices closer to her from areas that looked promising in Terezi's information. People from Karkat's group had said that the attackers had fought to kill until they saw Karkat's blood, and had then switched to nonlethal incapacitation, and some had overheard them refer to 'the laboratory'. Chances were that he'd been taken to a place where murders were found to be clinical and investigative, where people had died cut open, and a mutant might be taken to see what could be discovered. Sollux tentatively confirmed and rejected some leads, listening carefully as he watched Gamzee. They all pieced together a path around corners, down alleys, and hoped they passed the right closed doors.
"Yeah. Yeah, that one. I don't know." Sollux cut short a groan, hands pushing against his temples. "But people are going to die right there. Loudly."
"It is an extremely strong option all around..." said Equius, dithering briefly, and then puffed out his chest and called on his authoritative tone. "This is the best hope we have. We must assume it's the correct place."
The building was tied to an organisation on the legislacerators' C-list - deeply suspicious, but not yet big or dangerous enough to sanction automatic prosecution. It was in an area with many chemical engineering businesses, illegal and legal. Whoever might have organised the attack, all clues indicated that criminals had executed it. If those criminals happened to know people who knew people who'd like to test what you could get out of mutated haemochemistry... It was all conjecture and circumstance, but it was still the best hope.
"Looks real ordinary," Gamzee said, and closed his husktop and went closer. Typing it would take too long, when this was it. No one was close by right now, the clearest sound the background industrial hum of the neighbourhood, and this was it.
Dark gray and squat like most buildings around here, the laboratory was set far back from the street. Plaque on the outside wall, though he walked through the gate too fast to read it. No street-facing windows. Flimsy front door. Two security guards standing on either side of it, but only for another few seconds.
Way back in the distance of Gamzee's mind were things he knew about the High Subjugglators, strands pulled together out of schoolfeeding, the histories that highbloods got access to, and things he'd dreamed that the recuperacoon couldn't entirely dull down. He had that history with the vague idea that that it was a kind of thing lots of people would say you could be proud of, and now, now the history had him. It fit to have a hand tangled so tight in hair that the skull curved his palm, and of course it fit to have a jawbone jagged around the end of his club. Ha, how could it not?
He took their keys and weapons. The door was unlocked and the atmosphere inside was quiet; nobody was ready so he walked past the counter to a door at the back, grinning when they shouted at him to get away.
Five here, one in doctor's plastics and - there were psychics, getting a glow going as they turned around. Gamzee's sylladex burst open in flashing colours (too pale) to hurl a storm of anything inside around the room, and bombs from that one guard made the night's first good punch line.
Yellow and brown: rich, bright, and everywhere. Three of them were now nearly pure streaks of their essence, and that was much, much better.
The others came in from the front room, all four ready now, and two more with them. The husktop had decent weight for a discus-throw across the room, leaving his left hand free to grab somebody's dropped syringe.
Rust, blue, orange, quick splashing messes of it with no time to make something more. Indigo, spilling down his leg.
"Good one, motherfucker!"
It got quiet.
Eventually.
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He went down a staircase and got an underground feeling about the corridor at the bottom - no more windows. Of real interest were stains on the walls and floors, here and there: thud-splatter shapes in colours that would have been beautiful, but scrubbed to vague shades of pale on the gray walls.
Room One along the way was doorless, but inside had three doors each on the right and left sides, each with a window. The locks were different. No keyholes, but fingerprint scanners. The first door on the left had a splash of a dry stain on it ... maybe it was from a rustblood, but it was so new nobody had got around to scrubbing it yet.
Another step and right there, there you are motherfucker, through the window Karkat looked back at him.
Crouched down, shaking such a little bit that you wouldn't notice if you didn't know how to look for weakness, one fisted hand as his only weapon and the other palm-flat on the floor to hold him up, and he might never have been so scared before - but hey. There was time after all. They could still change that.
His face contorted as he stared at Gamzee. Terror got beat down by recognition and disbelief in turn, and then ... he looked really cranky.
What the fuck? said Karkat, voice no doubt booming in his little room though it was silent from this side. Gamzee laughed and swung his club onto the lock, shot it with a gun he'd got along the way, dropped that and smashed with the juggling club again. Circuitry flared blue-white around the doorframe and gave in, the door bursting open. He strode in and grabbed his very motherfucking best friend's shirtfront in one hand and then his legs were gone-away goodbye and he was on his knees.
"As drug-induced rescue fantasies go I could never, ever be high enough for this one, Gamzee? Gamzee, what the fuck!"
"You're all here." The back of his hand pressed into Karkat's chest and Karkat grabbed his forearm. Solid and warm, even with a broad spill of dried red-brown down his front. They'd stripped him of that all-spikes uniform he liked nowadays, and Karkat looked something like he used to sweeps ago in black trousers and a t-shirt. "One whole piece of you. A real miracle, motherfucker."
"Oh god, oh god, don't remind me, oh god. Where are the others?" Now Karkat's legs let him down and he dropped into sitting position, staring hard. "Seriously, if you're a hallucination I'm awarding myself all the points for originality. Then, fine, these grubfuckers can have my puzzle sponge. Any fucked up parody of science they want it for."
Every rasping, gasping word, all the fear and anger, and that blurred look to him, strange and different from the way he knew his best friend, but - that only meant it was all of him and more, and Gamzee quoted those words: "'Wholly yours'." Karkat ought to get to feel how beautiful it was to know your very own place in all the universe.
Was that what he knew? Mirthful merciless motherfucking gods, was this what it felt like?
Karkat stared in the surprise of all of it as Gamzee shook his head in wonder, and he opened his mouth and didn't know that he'd say, "I'm so motherfucking hungry."
"Like that is the worst thing wrong with you! How the fuck did you get in here--" the hand on his arm clenched "--and nearly all this blood isn't yours? Are you okay? You had better fucking really be here!"
He kissed Karkat. It knocked a stutter into the fall and rise of his best friend's breath, and he smiled as Karkat kissed back, desperation and relief in a sweet burst of pressure.
"Scenes like this should be like, 'I'm so grateful I could kiss you'. Then cue humorous bluh. Oh, god," said Karkat, "I'm so doped. It was an injection, now I can't even walk. Think. Anything."
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"Fuck it," said Karkat. "Give me some. Fucking thirsty, I'll take any swill. Then we get out."
"You want pie, my best bro?" At the thought of it he was suddenly dizzy like the whole world sometimes got after he'd eaten a lot of it, and the flashing of his miracle modus didn't help. His sylladex was pretty empty though, and they were lucky to get a Faygo among the last few horns and one-wheel devices.
"Thanks, now I know I'm not crazy. No pie. Give me that." Karkat turned the bottle upside down in his mouth and choked, then drank more carefully until the bottle was halfway through. He handed it back and Gamzee downed the rest.
"Me, I'd motherfucking love a slice straight up going down the gullet. Hasn't even been that long since I got to have me some." Only yesterday, right? He'd only headed out to find Karkat yesterday.
"How did - Gamzee, that blood." Karkat's eyes darted over him. "Who got you in here?"
"Oh yeah. Good question, brother. Some serious kinds of seriously helpful motherfuckers will want to know about this. Hold up here, I'll be right back." He had to brace himself against the floor to get up, coaxing his muscles towards the idea that they weren't as much like water as they felt.
"What? No, don't just - you can't! Fuck!" Karkat hissed a last sound that was too urgent with worry to be a word as Gamzee walked out. He trailed a hand for a wave at the doorway.
Halfway down the corridor, he paused. Oh yeah. There was that smell.
A breeze blew from the rooms above, filling his mouth and nose with a scent that was also a memory. It was on him too, of course it was, all these colours sticking to his skin and clothes and the treads of his shoes had to leave their mark, and he might have already got used to it.
Sounds came up near the front of the building, but not so much as to need thinking on, only an alarm down one corridor with no one moving to respond. No one moved at all, still as tangled-torn as they'd dropped, which you had to call a good thing in this situation. Then he picked up what he'd hoped to hear, Trollian's alert for updated memos.
He wiped as much sticky brown off his husktop as he could. Its case was cracked and the screen fuzzing, but not too badly. The mustard text-wall on it was fine for the reading. He started partway through, because there was already more text appearing at the bottom.
TA: ju2t tell u2 iif he2 there you 2orry grubfucker!
TA: real geniiu2 on my part 2endiing you two take care of everythiing
TA: iim 2o 2orry you dumba22 dont know why ii thought youd make iit alone
TA: although come two thiink of iit ii never heard one 2ound from you 2o youd better be aliive
TA: and iif you are then JU2T BY THE WAY Zahhak made a liittle mii2take about promii2iing that 2acred uniion wiith you gettiing KK nook-and-bulge for priivate use. haha, who the fuck even know2 what he wa2 thiinkiing, that joke2ter
Near the middle of the staircase to the cells, he dimly heard Karkat shouting - lots of Gamzee and okay. He was getting all his loud right back! "On my way, best friend," he called back when he was closer. "Just reading all these salty sorts of things our bro Sollux has got to say."
TA: That lab really 2eemed liike the be2t optiion
TA: no, you know what, ii'm fuckiing 2URE that2 the riight place, AA even got a pretty 2traiight an2wer out of that gho2t. 2o youd better be all riight and fuck ii hope KK iiiiiie6o7i8p[ YOU FUCKUP GAMZEE ARE YOU OKAY
Gamzee waved at the screen. Looked like Sollux had gone and realised he was back on the viewports, now that he had Trollian access again.
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"It's all been made chill, bro, nothing out there needs worrying about. And these wicked genius guiding bros Equius and Sollux were on Trollian for every-" he sat down, taking Karkat back under an arm "--step of my way. Couldn't have made it so quick if it weren't for that kind of miracle-smart they were being. But you tell me something, best friend. You're always saying how this motherfucker Sollux here is saying stuff he doesn't mean. So if he's all getting worried, he'll be throwing the frontiest mess of words around in any kind of way, is that right?"
He didn't really need the answer. Karkat stared only at the door, dully panicked, blearily watchful - and his hand had grabbed Gamzee's encircling arm the instant it settled on his shoulders. Whatever anybody said, that was a real thing for his attention to hook on. "Sollux talks more bullshit than me. Almost. Ignore him. It is fucking quiet out there."
"Yeah, bro, had to make it that way. Can't be having some bunch of motherfuckers taking my best friend away from me."
Karkat's eyes dragged away from the door and locked on him. Gamzee smiled back, and it felt kind of nice to see Karkat as confused as most people didn't seem to know it was easy to get. Things seemed clearer today, though. "That worried brother's on our visual case over Trollian. Aw, look at him all happy to see you, bro, he even skipped some twos."
And there was something else. Gamzee straightened as he read.
TA: shitshitshit kk thank god
TA: thank clown god2, even
TA: Gamzee ii take back everythiing ii 2aiid about you even when iit wa2 true.
TA: and ii wiill be 2o much more thankful and al2o laugh at KK later, but now you two have two get out. TZ wiill be leadiing her team down to clean that place out. iif you even left anyone to arre2t, Gamzee, but whatever.
TA: 2he 2hould be there 2oon. 2omebody probably notiiced the noii2e you made. Hell, wiith the way KK2 been makiing 2hiit ten2e around the whole city more than one 2quad might come, 2o hurry.
Now that. That was something to consider.
Karkat had said he couldn't even walk. Gamzee said, and he was pretty sure it was him, that miracles were limitless.
His legs had burned with overuse and his arms had been stiff before, but in those moments of need upstairs it had made little difference. The Legislacerators ... they'd been around a long, long time, and always had believed in various ways that they knew how to fight. That Terezi, she was all kinds of sharp edges and nobody was smarter. The thought seared on the way in like air after drowning.
TC: i have all my faith within me
TC: and the mirthful messiahs have nothing to say about BL1ND PROPH3TS. COME AT ME, SISTER.
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He just sounded motherfucking tired. The weakness of him was beautiful for the faith in it - he chose to stay leaning against Gamzee's side in a warming curve, too trusting to move even as he stared real hard at the screen.
"I can get you out," Gamzee told him, straightening as he prepared to stand. "Can't do less than I came here to do."
TA: 2he'll fiight next to you, not agaiin2t you! 2hes your fuckiing friiend!
TA: 2hell giive up her po2iitiion and that would al2o fuck half of FF2 plan2 riight iin the face all becau2e youve gone fiifty 2hade2 of ape2hiit!
TA: GET THE FUCK OUT!
The far wall exploded.
"That was getting embarrassing to read, so it seemed like a good time to break in," said Aradia. "Sollux, you remember that you have psionic powers, don't you?"
The woman floated in a blaze of light, pure power amassed in lightning clouds around her fists and feet, burning out any colours but the gray-edged reflection of her metal and the burn of red eyes. She was a rebel sun against the night sky she'd split the building apart to show. Her voice boomed above falling rubble, great slabs of gray and glass and whipping wires flung into the dust billows around the shield of her telekinesis.
If you were gearing up for the world to break, you could be forgiven for thinking that this was it.
TA: can't deal wiith fuckiing anythiing anymore
TA: get them out, okay?
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