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ultimatelyunassuming · 2 years

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sovereignSlayer [SS] began trolling wonderfulVariation [WV]

SS: ATT3NTION P>NY H>MAN

SS: THIS IS YO>R GOD SP3AKING

SS: THO>GH I DID NOT CR3AT3 YO>R SP3CI3S I HA<3< FULL R3IGN O<3<R IT I HOLD F>LL A>THORITY O<3<R YO>R PATH3THIC AND M3ANINGL3SS LIF3

SS: NOW T3LL M3 H>MAN WHY SHO>LD I SPAR3 YO>R POINTL3SS 3XIST3NC3

WV: Spades, you fully know that's simply untrue, especially since you had no hand in making the Genesis Frog

SS: what th3 f>ck how do yo> know my nam3

SS: I MEAN

SS: OF CO>RS3 YO> KNOW MY NAM3

SS: I AM YOU> GOD AFT3RALL

WV: No you're not!

WV: You literally shafted that job to DD and CB, so if any one of you trolls are my god, it would be them

SS: shut th3 f>ck >p y3s i am

SS: how did yo> 3<3n know that yo> idiots ar3nt s>ppos3d to know abo>t that kind of thing

WV: 3<3n?

SS: ughhhh

SS: even

WV: Oh

WV: Well, you told me

SS: no i ha>3nt this is th3 first tim3 i 3>3r troll3d yo>

WV: 3>3r???

SS: UGHHHHHHHHHH

SS: yo>r >nprofici3ncy in typing q>irks INF>RIAT3S m3 yo> know that right

WV: Then don't use it

SS: f>ck yo>

SS: i m3an ever

WV: oh

WV: Oh

WV: Oh shit!!!!!

SS: what ar3 yo> shitting about

WV: This is the first time you're messaging me!!!!!!!!!

WV: Oh my god this is the beginning!!!!!!

SS: b3ginning?????

WV: This is the first time you've messaged me from your perspective!

WV: Oh wait, I should introduce myself, where are my manners

WV: I'm Writ, it's wonderful that we're both now fully acquainted with each other!

WV: Oh yeah, I apologize on behalf of my younger self, I was much more callous and rude to you than I should have been

WV:I was extremely pushed outside of my element, and I took out that frustration and scaredness on you, and although it isn't an excuse but an explanation, I just wanted to state that as to share my state of mind at the moment

WV: I hope that in your future we become friends :)

SS: p>t that smil3y fac3 away

SS: and th3r3s no way w3r3 going to b3 "fri3nds"

WV: ...

WV: Why not?

SS: b3ca>s3 thats not what i "do"

SS: thats not what i want *>S* to "b3"

SS: i want >s to fight each other and g3t into typing match3s abo>t how m>ch of a shit job w3r3 both b3ing at b3ing a l3ad3r

SS: i want to stay >p all day thinking abo>t ins>lts that i sho>ld<3 said b3ca>s3 i was so blind3d by disg>st that i co>ldnt think straight

SS: its b3ca>s3......

SS: its b3ca>s3 i hat3 yo>

SS: i hat3 yo> so f>cking m>ch it mak3s m3 want to t3ar my horns out

SS: i watch3d yo>r st>pidly soft lif3 play o>t and i f>cking

SS: wh3n yo> t>rn3d 6 sw33ps old and yo>r h>man p3rson l>s>s hand yo> a cak3 and yo> thank3d th3m with a smil3 and bl3w o>t th3 candl3s without f3ar of b>rning yo>r hi<3 down or wond3ring if thats th3 only bit of food yo>d ha<3 for th3 n3xt w33k my blood boil3d

SS: thats wh3n i tr>ly start3d to hat3 you

SS: and as th3 r3st of th3 h>man month >nfold3d and wh3n yo> 3nt3r3d th3 m3di>m i co>ld do nothing but watch and wait >ntil paradox spac3 finally allow3d m3 to contact you and t3ll you this

SS: so y3ah

SS: i hat3 you

SS: do

SS: do yo> hat3 m3?

WV: Well

WV: This is

WV: Very disheartening to hear

SS: what why

WV: Well, I don't want us to hate each other!

WV: I want us to be close to each other, like how you seemed with me when I first met you

SS: yo> can b3 clos3 and hat3 3ach oth3r

WV: What?

WV: Wait, is this one of those quadrants thing

SS: mayb3

SS: y3s

SS: no

SS: its no my answ3r is no i<3 d3cid3d that it is now no was no and will for3<3r b3 and was and will b3 no

SS: why do yo> ask

WV: Well

WV: Uhm

WV: This is embarrassing......

WV: If it was a quadrant hitting-on-me thing, well, to put it simply, I don't do quadrants.

SS: it wasnt a q>adrant thing i j>st said it was will and n3<3r was a quadrant thing

SS: f>ck m3

SS: this is so goddamn 3mbar3ssing

WV: So, you hate me?

WV: Like a non-romantic hate?

SS: no

SS: i m3an f>ck

SS: y3s?

SS: no thats wors3

SS: i m3an

SS: shit

SS: gi<3 m3 a s3cond to figur3 out what im going to say

WV: Take your time

SS: okay i got it

SS: my proclamation of hat3 WASNT m3 spilling my troll g>ts o>t to yo> b3ca>s3 that is 3xtr3m3ly path3thic thing to do for som3on3 whos apart of a sp3ci3s that do3snt li<3 br3ath3 and di3 quadrants it was m3 simply proclaiming how m>ch i want to b3 troll fri3nds with you

SS: troll fri3ndship is <3ry similar to yo>r h>man fri3ndship and a kism3sissit>d3

SS: it is b>ilt off of m>t>al hat3 and m>t>al r3sp3ct b>t p>r3ly platonic and not romantic

WV: Is this a true thing about trolls

SS: y3s

WV: I'm going to ask HB about this

SS: no dont do that

SS: i m3an

SS: th3r3s no r3ason to do that b3ca>s3 h3d say th3 3xact sam3 thing as i j>st did

WV: Do you promise?

SS: y3s

WV: Do you blood promise?

SS: what no blood what about blood th3r3 no r3ason to bring up blood in this con<3rsation

SS: whats a blood promis3 is this som3 h>man rit>al or som3thing

WV: Oh, I forgot, this is your first time messaging me

WV: Later down your line, and earlier down mine, we made this thing called a blood promise, since we're both blood players

SS: w3r3 both blood play3rs

WV: Yep, you're a prince, and I'm a heir

WV: So do you blood promise?

SS: y3ah sur3 i blood promis3

WV: Okay!

WV: I'm glad to see you're telling me the truth

SS: y3s i am i am <3ry tr>stworthy you b3li3v3 m3

WV: Yes.......

WV: Are you okay?

WV: You've been acting a bit off since we started this discussion......

SS: what y3s im okay im b3ing normal im v3ry normal right now

WV: Wait.

WV: I know what it is.

SS: y

SS: you do?

WV: Yes.

WV: You're just nervous about our first meeting

SS: haha

SS: y3ah

SS: im n3r<o>s

SS: thats why i<3 b33n acting w3ird

WV: Well don'y be afraid!

WV: I can assure you, we become quite close after this conversation!

SS: im glad to h3ar it

WV: Oh, I must go

WV: PM is requesting my presence while she initiates the Scratch.

WV: Goodbye!

WV: Hopefully I'll get to meet you soon, since everyone from our game needs to hide in the veil in order to not be killed

WV: Well, soon for me, it's going to be a while until you meet me

SS: spl3ndid i cant wait to s33 yo>

WV: Same with me!

WV: Goodbye :)

wondefulVariation [WV] ceased pestering sovereignSlayer [SS]

SS: im gonna f>cking di3 i cant fac3 him aft3r this

#[uu] is online #ficlet #this is a visually long one but idk if its long does that make sense #also oooooooo the wv <3< ss you wanna ship wv <3< ss vaguely so that i can make it a unrequited crush in this au ooooooo ship it ship it

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blackmesaerd · 3 years

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Not if is as in Víctor Frankenstein style~

And I understand you have concerns, Dr. Freeman, but keep in mind Benry already's been fairing with the Sweet VoiceTM for a couple of days already, and he's been pretty fine! I m3an, in what regards being Here at Black Mesa with it. And not to sound too, uh, pretentious, but he's been with us all that time (ok, not Us RAs, we were MIA for three days or so, but has been with you and the rest of the science team back in the lab). Also, Tommy's the son of one of the heads up there, and he-- eh... he's one of Benrey's best friends.

I'm sure you'll be fine, Gordon. We are here for you, no matter what~ - Goat

Gordon: Mmm... Yeah but how long will that last? I’ve been good about wearing the concealer the last couple days but what about when I forget? And Benrey’s only been doing the Sweet Voice around the lab too...

Benrey: Uhhhh well I’ve done it once or twice outside the lab, but I’ve gotten better at not letting it out? I’m trying not to let it out though...

Benrey: But uhhhh... I haven’t even told Tommy about this stuff beyond what he saw. Told him it all cleared up and was gone now... He’s a good cool bro but... I’m a little concerned about involving him...

Gordon: Yeah... We- we need to keep this between us only, otherwise we run some real big risks... I just- I don’t want to suddenly disappear on Joshie... That- that would really break my heart...

#bm:erd #part 9: no gordons allowed #gordon.txt #benrey.txt #goat anon #Anonymous

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lowsodiumlevels · 4 years

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This was just a comfort write. Something kinda cute to help me feel better.

Orxefo & Shiken being Moirails.

Orxefo was currently outside. Hanging out by the beach. Just sitting there getting lost in thought. He tends to space out. It's been happening alot recently, then right after he'd get headaches. However they'd only last for a few seconds. Staring off into the horizon, he sighed. Laying back in the sand. "/H3y X3fo, whatcha doing?". Orxefo looked over and saw his ever so energetic Moirail. He smiled. "Hey Goldie, I'm just laying here, chillaxin". Shiken just walked over and laid down next to him. Snuggling close to him. "/Imma Chillax with ya". Orxefo just giggled and pat Shiken's head. "hey wa-what are you even doing here anywa-ways, I thought you hated the beach". Shiken just shrugged. "/w3ll y3ah but I know you hang out h3r3 zo I cam3 by to s33 if you w3r3 h3r3 and h3r3 you ar3". Orxefo laughed a bit. Right, The beach isn't gonna stop his Moirail from hanging out with him. Orxefo looked up at the sky. Startled by a sudden drop of rain that fell on his face. Sitting up a bit, listening closely for any noise. There it was, a low rumble. Orxefo grabbed onto Shiken's hand and squeezed it. Shiken sat up and leaned against him. "/Zom3thing wrong?". Orxefo turned to look at Shiken. "uh-...C-can wa-we go to your hive? like right now-wa?". Shiken nodded but didn't understand why. The two trolls got up and headed over to Shiken's hive. Upon stepping inside, Orxefo went over to the couch and wrapped himself in a blanket. Shiken went over and sat next to him. Feeling Orxefo shivering like crazy. Putting a hand on his shoulder. "/Ar3 you ok?". Orxefo whinced a bit. "I-it's the-". A loud boom was heard from outside. It was thunder. Orxefo yelped and hid himself more in the blankets. Shiken was startled by it a bit too. He was actually surprised to see Orxefo afraid of something. Shiken just sighed and held Orxefo close. Petting him to at least help him relax. "/I didn't know you w3r3 afraid of thund3r". A bit embarrassed by it, Orxefo just sighed. "I'm not supposed to be….but I am. I don't know-wa wa-why it just makes me feel so scared, the loud noise ya,know-wa". Shiken just nodded. He understood. He didn't like the loud noise either. He found it more annoying than scary though. Shiken kinda made a face at ' I'm not supposed to be'. "/What do you m3an by that? of courz3 you'r3 allow3d to b3 zcar3d of ztuff." Orxefo's fins went down. "I'm a Fushica blood, I'm supposed to be strong and fearless. I can't be afraid of thunder…". Another loud boom was heard, this time is sounded close. Orxefo immediently grabbed onto Shiken. Burying his face into his shoulder. Shaking. "/l3t'z go to my offic3, it blockz all zoundz zo you don't hav3 to h3ar th3 thund3r". Shiken then led Orxefo to some stairs that led down into a room. When they stepped in the office, Orxefo spotted a pile of pillows and blankets shaped like a nest. He instantly dove in and curled up. Shiken couldn't help but giggle. "/pfft- Your p3t zid3 iz zhowing". Orxefo rolled his eyes. "I can't help it. so shush, C'mon, come lay wa-with me!". Shiken went over and laid ontop of Orxefo. Comfy. a few minutes go by. No thunder could be heard. Just the small purrs coming from Orxefo. "/zo f33ling b3tt3r now?". Orxefo nodded. Shiken smiled, wrapping his arms around the other. Making sure his Moirail felt safe. "/z3riouzly though...It'z ok to b3 zcar3d. /Nobody iz going to judg3 you for it and if th3y do, I'll kick th3ir butt!". Orxefo just giggled. "Thanks <>".

#shrimp writes #Shiken Tailton #Orxefo Urtala

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saofic-blog · 7 years

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rating: T for violence/gore

word count: 2000

fandom: homestuck post-game feferi-is-empress alternia (entirely original character focused)

your name is aaeren sindra, and you and yours have a job to do and fast to do it. you've been given your pick of ships on the rapprochement (the fuck kind of name is that, anyway. the empire's going so strange outside the ranks of the subjugglators and the history they continue to teach untouched by propaganda from her complacency's gentler reign). it's not what you would prefer, but your ship's disabled for the minute and this is what you have until the rapprochement gets you back with your own. and there's things to do as don't wait for what you'd like.

"that one," you say, pointing lazily at one of the warships in the upper deck with the iron bar held lazily in your fingers. you can't say what drew your eye to that one, in particular, except that there's something familiar about it among the rest of these sterile spacefighting vessels. "tell whoever you need to, i need it crewed and ready to take us down to that planet sharpish," you say, and the big tealblood sort of squeaks in dismay in a way that cheers you right up.

"right on," you say, and clap him on the shoulder with the hand not idly stroking your pipe. he stifles another squeak that has you snickering as you leave him to type orders and requisitions in on his little tablet and go to track down the rest of your cohort.

it's not even an hour later you're pinged that the ship is ready for you, and when you wander on down there, there's a little indigo brother glaring up at you. you're one of the shortest sisters of the blood you know and he's barely topping your collarbones. no paint. you think he probably has never seen the inside of a church vessel, from the feel of him, but his untrained power pulses and crackles at your horns and you see immediately why this ship felt familiar. you bare your teeth at him in a welcoming grin.

he frowns back at all of you in unveiled distaste.

"all right," he says, icy-sharp. "you have me, you have my ship, do i get to know why?"

"of course, brother," you say, and he bares fangs at you and hisses a little. you can feel someone guffawing quietly behind you and you don't particular blame them, but you are vaguely getting your convince on that he might try to flay you if you showed it outright. as good a show as that might be, you don't have time for it right now.

"found some people what we've been looking for, and here's the closest team to that planet right down there. pretty handy, hmmm?"

there's a beat where his power screeches against yours, obviously unused to being brought to bear against another indigo. then he relaxes the tiniest fraction.

"since you didn't say anything about 'motherfucking,' or 'miracles,' i'll accept it this once," he grumbles, not quite a growl. "let's go."

he leads you onto the ship, where the inundation with his power is even more obvious. irxiye and adniah make little noises of approval to each other. he shoots them a suspicious look.

"give your coordinates to xealle at the bridge if you've got them," is all he says, though. eshagu nods and heads off to do so.

"he's not gonna get lost, is he? because i'm not digging him out of the ductwork in a perigree."

"nah," irxiye says, "could follow the path to the bridge in here with eyes closed, brother."

"the fuck with that 'brother' shit, i'm not one of you. it's maligner labrynth to all of you," he snaps.

"messiahs bless," irxiye and adniah chorus at him. his 'voodoos shriek into the air again and you are hard-pressed to keep from cackling out loud at him and the look on their faces. they're young and more vulnerable even to his untrained leaking. he'd be a motherfucking holy terror if he'd been taught proper.

the ship buzzes to life around you and labrynth turns and stalks off towards the bridge. you shrug at irxiye and adniah and follow him. they immediately go to join up with eshagu, looming over a deeply unimpressed cerulean who must be the navigator.

labrynth doesn't say anything else to any of you until the planet is looming into the entirety of the viewport.

"are you going to want ground troops?" he asks abruptly, showing up at your elbow fast enough to startle you.

"wouldn't say no," you say, drawling it out like a purr that makes him glare up at you in some kind of annoyance. messiahs help you but this guy is way too fun to tease.

you weren't quite aware that this ship was ground-troop trained. most of the rapprochement doesn't seem to be. but it does make your job a near sight easier.

"here," you add, and pull out your palmhusk from your sylladex to pull up the fugitives you're after. "we need these four alive. everyone else you find is fair game."

he grins at that, just the tiniest quirk of fangs, and you despair of this poor dumb little brother so far away from where he belongs.

"right. send me that," he says, taking your palmhusk and typing a string into the first open field.

"hey," you say perfunctorily. most trolls as try that move on you end up with their pan some kind of stoved in. he just clicks angrily at you, apparently unconcerned with possible retaliation, and shoves the palmhusk back into your hands. you send the information to the encoded address and something chimes in his sylladex.

"we'll be ready to deploy by the time we've broken atmo," labrynth says, and stalks off.

"aaeren," cingen, your quiet shadow for your first stint leading a squad, says. "you bein' mighty sweet on that unbeliever."

"i'm an unbeliever, by most standards," you say, mildly.

"yeah, but you're different, sister. you got your knowing and your care on, anyway. he's as heretic as a blood brother can go."

"girl can't help herself," you say (admit). "shit's downright hilarious."

cingen grins at that, his paint leering cheerfully.

"can't argue with that, i guess," he says.

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labrynth's troops are disciplined and silent, lined up behind you and your cohort. they deploy at speed, eager and restless despite (or because of) the suddenness of their mission. they get the garrison locked down and you lead your cohort in smashing through the doors in a storm of enthusiastic whooping and cackling. trolls and the aliens they'd been sheltering here scatter like sand before the storm.

it's not until you've carved your way halfway to the inner sanctum that you realize your cohort is numbered six instead of five: labrynth has followed you into the thick of it, bloodlust running so high and feral you'd tuned yourself right along with it (cingen is the only one holding apart, you think. fuck that is not gonna look too good on a report). he's got a knife that's not quite a machete or a short sword, and a motherfucking sweet-ass cleaver, both greasy and dripping with multicolored gore just as your heavy pipes are. there's a splash of blue across his face like a parody of paint.

then it ceases to matter, because you've flushed two of your prey, and your hunting call is echoed by your cohort and underlined by your tagalong's vicious, rattling growl.

it's a good mission, all things told.

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you're still stuck on the rapprochement until you can rendezvous with your brethren's ships, though, and other than trading off guard duty on the prisoners, there's not a lot that admiral artiev will let you do. he's pained and annoyed about the prisoners, but he's got no legal jurisdiction over them or you beyond his “absolutely no culling on my ship” demands.

out of boredom, you spend an after-midnight tracking the sending address labrynth gave you on your palmhusk until you find his contact number.

-- deliriousExposition [DE] began trolling abstractedDiscord [AD] --

DE: hey little brother whAt's up

AD: ...

AD: Which th3 fuck on3 of you clown fucks is this.

DE: it's AAustere

AD: Okay that actually m3ans nothing to m3 sinc3 non3 of you actually introduc3d yours3lv3s.

DE: the short one with the long hAir!

AD: Of cours3.

AD: Fuck I thought I 3ncrypt3d that addr3ss.

DE: you did! i just retrAced it bAck to you <:D

AD: I hav3n't s33n an 3moticon that inan3 sinc3 asc3nsion. How th3 fuck old ar3 you.

DE: 53 sweeps <:O

AD: Just my fucking luck.

DE: whAAAAAt how old Are you?

AD: I don't hav3 to t3ll you that.

DE: stingy!!! i just wAnt to know!

AD: What th3 h3ll kind of r3asoning is that.

AD: Why ar3 you trolling m3 anyway.

DE: i'm bored! we're not Allowed to do Anything fun on this ship D,:>

AD: ... All right. If th3r3's nothing important th3n.

-- abstractedDiscord [AD] has blocked deliriousExposition [DE] --

we-e-elllll fuck! this guy is a downright difficult bastard and no mistake!

you trip like three different security protocols trying to look up major maligner labrynth's information (you are not the empire's best hacker, to understate the issue tastefully), but eventually you uncover his block location.

a couple of warmbloods give you funny looks as you cross the ship, but none of them seem willing to start anything with your paint and the arrogant banner of your hair. the respiteblock halls are marked with symbols in a variety of green-through-blue colors in yet another baffling display of progressiveness. labrynth's stands out in a brazen near-purple shade of indigo, a complicated sun-and-upside-down-anvil looking sigil you don't know the name of.

you knock on the door with your iron pipe, a gentle drumstick tat-a-tap-tap-tat, which you are three hundred percent capable of keeping up and racheting into an incessantly faster clanging crescendo, but the door swishes open long before that becomes necessary. labrynth looks up at you with grudging confusion that dawns into grudging outrage.

"the fuck," he says. it's weird seeing eyes that shade in an unpainted face. makes him look all vulnerable and naked. luckily, you delight in the vulnerability of others.

"you gonna let me in, little brother?" you ask with a wide, leering grin you learned straight from cingen, who maintains that he copied it off the old grand highblood himself.

the portal slams shut in you face, and you can't help yourself: you break down cackling in the hallway. a couple doors open and then just as quickly shut when the occupants see you.

"all right, all right, maligner," you conceed, touching the heel of your gloved hands carefully to your eyes to dry the tears of mirth without fucking up your paint.

"the fuck do you want?" he demands through the door. he's not leaking 'voodoos tonight, so either he really needed that little jaunt of most riotous bloodshed a couple nights back, or he's not really that annoyed with you. maybe both?

"how old are you?" you try.

"fucking a hundred and sixty five, allright, what the fuck?"

"i'm booooorrredd," you whine, as sad and wrigglerish as you know how, fingers scratching at the crack in the portal. it nearly catches your claws when it swooshes back open.

"what the everloving hell is your problem?" labrynth asks, glaring up at you again.

you shrug, scraping your pipe against the floor. "I'm bored. tell me about yourself."

"the fuck." he says.

then he pulls his cleaver and goes for your thorax.

luckily, you happen to have your specibus already out, and an unholy screeching clang echoes down the hallway, followed by a little chorus of beeps and clicks as a lot of doors lock down.

well. this works, too, you decide as he strifes you down a deck and over half an entertainment hall.

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