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Drop all fics in the comments here. The rules are in the community profile. Here are the fills. Here are the requests. Here's the combined masterlist of pairings. And here is the questions/feedback/concerns post ( Read more... )
Drop all fics in the comments here. The rules are in the community profile. Here are the fills. Here are the requests. Here's the combined masterlist of pairings. And here is the questions/feedback/concerns post ( Read more... )
Karkat Vantas had said: space? Yeah, otherwise known as what your fucking thinkpan is full of, Harley! but what he didn't understand was that he was part of them: blood, he was a river, a feeding artery. Space was the medium, Life the flowering product, Karkat the means to their end. When she explained this to the Sylph, sitting on a hill and fiddling with her fingers, Kanaya did not say what the fuck or even I see which was how Jade understood polite ( ... )
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Dave Strider is not an idiot and he does not need Rose to point it out to him. Shit, he knows what he's doing. He knows- Jesus Lalonde it does not take a double-major in Literature and Psych to know that streetfights and hole-in-the-walls and bleary drunken states are not a good place to pick up guys. It doesn't take two years into a Masters to know that his philosophy of not sleeping with a guy who can't kick his ass is a little fucked up.
"Thing is I throw all the fights," he explains but she's just all I know, I know but that's not the point, Dave. The point is that it is not healthy for you to be substituting adversarial conflict for real affection. After that she's usually all, Look, I understand this. I understand what you are going through and I made many of the same mistakes in my first few relationships. I felt like I always had to have the last word, that I constantly needed to be in control. But Dave- just ( ... )
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So yeah.
Dave Strider fucking knows what he's doing. And what he's doing is taking another goddamned punch.
next: Eridan♠Feferi, John♦Vriska, Terezi/Rose
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Her dreaming body preferred red to green just as much as her waking self probably still does, thank you very much. Still: she will always regret missing that golden (H3H.) opportunity; that single moment in which she could have met her first death with mouth wide open.
She spends her first meaningless while dead trying. She slows the rush of fire up her tower walls, thought by measured thought, until she can smell the movement of separate threads of light, trapped tangling in their clear green mass. She stills the collapse of pillars, and takes bitter delight in the rich flavor of mousse that wells wherever gilt is just beginning to be blacked. She wakes and sleeps and wakes and burns.
It's a pretty good afterlife. For a while.
When she accidentally cycles back to a time of sight, in the heat (H3H3H3H3H3H) of her reckless chase, though. Then she knows she needs to stop. She sits there with her working eyes ( ... )
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She is in no way expecting what she tastes there.
It decides her. All her insight and conflicting desire, replaced by the purity of red.
To do this, she thinks. To get what she wants in this way, and at this cost.
Well. It would be cheating."Right," she says again, and she kisses Rose's ink-touched forehead, and knocks her knees out from under with her cane ( ... )
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add some requests in there
Terezi/Sollux, Mom/Kanaya, Equius/Gamzee
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His old things taste like appleberry twist, just like she used to say.
(It's hard to imagine how much she used to get on his nerves.)
Tasting things turns out to be much more fun than seeing them. Everything is a game, a scavenger hunt with a rainbow of flavors as the prize. He wanders around, bumping into things, and instead of getting upset or angry he just sniffs whatever it is he bumped into, to find out what it is.
(It's hard to remember how much everything used to get on his nerves ( ... )
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DD&diamonds;SS (either), Jade/Rose, Terezi♠Rose
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It's barely a sentence, not quite a refrain; you've said it too many times for it to mean anything of itself. "You are so drunk" is only a momentary condition, like dizzy or upright or so sad you could die of it. There is a part of you that realizes that, perhaps, for some people in the worlds, none of those are the stuff of moments, but what can you say: you are a flighty kind of gal. You breathe, and underneath your feet (or your knees) the universe shifts and curls, all that old bullshit whirling around some awful, open center. Momentarily, you believe that you could step sideways, and be lost ( ... )
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CC: No no NO ( ... )
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“Seahorseshit, Fef, you know I’m cleverer than Vriska Serket!”
“Smart isn’t clever, basshole! And you’re dumb as a box of seaweed if it’s not words on a stupid glubbing stupid page and who even gives a fin for those, who even really cares about what happened sweeps and sweeps ago -- ”
“More like Bitch of Life!”
“More like Prince of DopeEridan tripped her, and Feferi went down hard in a wave of ectogrowth ooze. She got big mouthfuls of it and surfaced, trying to cough it out her gills, and he dived in and held her under as she thrashed until her elbow got him sharpish ( ... )
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“Oh, Er-i-dan, I already did!”
“Forget anything I ever said about liking you either, you are glubbin evil,” he said, and he sank his claws into her shoulders until she sank her own through the holes in his sweater into his chest, puncturing the skin until they were drilled into his subcutaneous fat. Her teeth were bared and bloodied. His teeth were bloodied and bared. “I should’ve known that a girl who lived at the bottom of the sea with a freakish horrorterror for a lusus was gonna ruin my fuckin life, kick sand in my face, be the eldritch queen of monsters she was always coddamn meant to be because I didn’t just leave her to die. You should go get yourself an empire so I can take it from you and be hailed as a liberating hero.”
Feferi yelped when he drove his claws in too, twisting in her flesh until they squelched. “I hate you more than I have ever hated anything,” she said, and her mouth twisted in a rictus grin. “I’ve never even hated anything. Glub! But I hate you! ( ... )
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