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Apr 13, 2016 22:25

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 ( Read more... )

meme, act two

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Vriska/Kanaya anonymous July 30 2011, 07:59:49 UTC

Act One Fill: "In the veil, Kanaya realizes that Vriska's an unstable, manipulative bitch and decides that she doesn't need someone like her in her life... but Vriska realizes that Kanaya's a caring, supportive girl and figures out that she needs someone exactly like her in her life.

Kanaya falls out of love with Vriska, but Vriska falls in love with Kanaya."

Original Prompt: http://captchalogue.livejournal.com/730.html?thread=655066#t655066

Centrefolds 1/? anonymous July 30 2011, 08:00:51 UTC

The idea dripped slowly into her mind, as she watched, as she waited. She was patient. She was kind. She was hurt, she was cracked, she was rubbed raw and bruised from every single moment, from every single fracture and shunt and ( ... )

Centrefolds 2a/? anonymous July 30 2011, 12:05:05 UTC

It was an imperfect balance that made Vriska work, made her tick and function and do what she needed to do for her sake. Yet through it all, she could feel it... creep, and fill, and pick at everything she feared of herself ( ... )

Centrefolds 2b/? anonymous August 1 2011, 10:11:39 UTC

It was a question that lingered - how strong did something have to be in order to keep Vriska Serket’s attentions? It was not that she was a particularly difficult person to entwine, she would listen to anyone that paid her such due attention. But perhaps that was where it ran into such dead ends - the fact that it all required a flow of endless attentions to her.

There was a shield that remained consistently raised, all and any praise permeating it’s surface into where she stayed safely behind it. But never once, it lowered. It chipped and cracked away at everything that crashed against it, everything that tried to pull it away, or at the very least retract enough to show that something laid behind the cold, jagged grin that could prove she was not everything she convinced others to be.

Slowly, inside, she was decaying in her sea of black, with that one lifeline slowly fading.

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