homestuck kink meme VII

[meowgonspengler]

HOME STUCK KINK MEME VII

I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIPPPP (this one's closed)

BUT THE REST OF YOU MAY CARRY ON

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An axe behind my mind 3

[anonymous]

On bad nights, Gamzee liked to talk to Karkat. And to Tavros, and to Equius - now, Equius in particular knew all about how the having of a routine kept things going even-like, all smooth. He had a lot to say on the subjects of rage and breaking, purpose, focus, penance.

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.