It's hard to ignore the apparition in his hive now that it's manifested enough for him to identify it and hear its voice. There's no mistaking the two sets of horns or that ridiculous lisp. The yellow blood gushing from every crack and orifice in his body is a nice touch, one that Karkat makes a mental note to get personal revenge for if they ever ( Read more... )

Rena doesn't remember falling asleep. Just that she crashed on the sofa in her new little apartment with a million thoughts in her head, and what seemed like moments later daylight was glaring into her curtain-free windows. She sits up and pulls awkwardly at her shirt. She only has the one outfit. Better hit up Lepidoptera or something today before ( Read more... )

He had been planning the get-together ever since having heard from the happy couple that their young grubling would be taking on a makeshift version of their trials. Moloch wouldn't deny it, he didn't trust the actual parenting skills of his troll friends, but when it came to fighting and the ability to get other things to fight them, he had no ( Read more... )

It's been an oddly quiet week for you, and you're still sort of amazed by the amount of stuff you were able to accomplish simply by running Terezi out on her admittedly fine ass and logging off Trollian. Among other things you restocked your kitchen, got your laundry done, finished up what you could of your City map, and went through a good bit of ( Read more... )

It's been a couple days since your visit with Karkat, when you realized your sense of smell wasn't operating as well as it could have been. Your strange illness started to show new symptoms, progressing at a speed unheard of in troll pathology. Your belly expanded to the point where leaving the tree was simply inadvisable, for you were too clumsy ( Read more... )

It was nice to have a new place to call home, even with the inviting atmosphere of the Bomb Shelter, but the troll was more than aware of the limited space available for newcomers. Luckily enough, though, a friend, or rather an acquaintance, well to be exact someone he knew well but hated him much like he hated many things, had sent him a map of ( Read more... )