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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Preferred pairing is John/Karkat, but feel free to replace John with Jade, Terezi, or anyone within reason as long as it's redrom. Make me b'awwww, make me d'awwww, and most importantly, make Karkat feel better.
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I might have to fill this, I've been looking for an excuse to write something like this and now I have it
Stay tuned
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I'll probably wait until it's finished to post it though
Is anyone even reading this? Watch this space if so!
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I am not getting full marks for this fill, I'm aware. I'm missing out on the preferred pairing bonus (I'm going with Karkat/Terezi instead of Karkat/John) and it all takes place in-game instead of post-game as per the request.
But I hope you can still enjoy it, all the same.
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You are TEREZI PYROPE, and you are kind of in a hurry.
There isn't a moment to lose after you finally confront Vriska. In light of new evidence and an additional witness, your case against the thief is dropped, but a dangerous serial killer still prowls the halls. You will have justice this day.
The three of you (the legislacerator, the goddess, the daywalker) stick together. You may very well be the last suvivors of the bard's purge, and it is with not a little despair that you make note of this. You cannot shake the sight of broken nubs and pools of bright red from your mind's eye, no matter how hard you try ( ... )
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The four of you (the lawyer, the thief, the rainbow drinker, the blind prophet) surround Gamzee, weapons drawn (in Sollux's case, Feferi's old trident), as his eyes blink back open and he returns to the waking world. At your insistence, he was kept alive ("the guilty must stare down justice with both eyes open!" you said) but that didn't mean you were taking any chances. He is restrained and tied to the leg of a table that is not so much bolted to the floor as it is molded from it. If the Bard of Rage still has murderous intent, he will not be able to unleash it here.
"Whoa, fuck. I can't fucking move my arms and legs. What's going on here?"
He struggles against the chains binding him uselessly before noticing the four of you standing above him, brandishing your respective weapons.
"...oh, shit. Am I in trouble?"
You can practically feel him turning the words over in his mind as he says them.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck. Tell me I'm motherfuckin' imagining this shit ( ... )
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Except one.
After a brief and obligatory art jam session with Dave (who smells like cherries and cream and is just as cool in person as you imagined him), you excuse yourself. "I don't know where Karkles is, probably moping in his respiteblock again. I'm gonna go try to find him, we'll draw again later!" Of course, John is worried at hearing this ("Is Karkat okay?" You don't have the heart to tell him just yet that no, he is most definitely not okay) but you assure him things will be fine.
You are a little worried when you open the door to his respiteblock and do not find him. You are little more worried when you enter the makeshift kitchen and he isn't here, either. You are worried to the point that you are calling his name as you comb the facility for him when he is ( ... )
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You escort Karkat back to his respiteblock, as you have done every day for almost a perigree. You take your place beside him, as has been your routine. You kiss his cheek, as you do every time, and he follows it up with one of his own. You sniff the air and finally, finally, you catch what you've been looking for (hoping for) ever since this began: under the gunpowder black and mixed with the metallic grey, just barely, you catch the faintest hints of candy apple. It is not the red he has worn so often lately, borne from fright or frustration or sheer exhaustion, but a red formed ( ... )
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"Terezi."
"Karkles?"
"Why do you do it, Terezi?"
"Stay with you, you mean?"
"Yeah. Why do you put up with my hoofbeastshit? Anyone else would have given up on me."
"Hehehe. I'm not just 'anyone else,' I think you would have figured that much out by now!"
"Well yeah, but..." He turns your words over in his mind and you think he might honestly be incapable of processing them. The idea that anyone, even you, his matesprit, could see him for everything he's worth (and not once has he ever honestly believed he was worth much) and still choose to remain by his side is a concept that is so very alien to him.
"I never..." He is struggling to find the words. "I never found any fault in you, Terezi. You have to understand that, even the day the humans came, not once did I think... God, what do I even fucking say here, ( ... )
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You are JOHN EGBERT, friendchef extraordinaire, master of breakfasts. You have left no bacon unsizzled, no pancake unflipped, no glass of orange juice unpoured in your conquest of the kitchen.
"Breakfast is ready!" you call to your hungry pals, and they line up, eager to take their plates. Not long after everyone else has been served, the two of them (the knight, the seer) finally show up ( ... )
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http://archiveofourown.org/works/193464
There it is, with misspellings and typos and such completely stamped out, I hope
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man i've never read a terezi/karkat fic before this but it is now way up there in the favorites pile. really, just so outstandingly sweet. ;A;
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