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Hi, how are you? I hope you're having a magnificent day!

Just a couple thoughts, if you don't mind.

If Dave were a troll and Karkat a human, how do you think their dynamic might change?

If Karkat were human and Gamzee still a troll, how do you think their palemance would go?

What do you think would happen if the Grand Highblood that you wrote being pale for the Signless, found himself back in time with another chance with the troll he so wants to be pale with?

Obviously no pressure to answer, I just think your thoughts are neat and was curious. Have a great one!

I'm afraid as far as the species-swap questions go, there are too many answers for me to actually give you one. Swapping characters' entire planets, upbringings, social structures...... there are a million options and the choices the author makes about the life the character has led informs so much about how their relationship turns out, like...... I couldn't possibly answer, haha.

RE: GHB<>Sign, I'm guessing you mean in the universe of Imperial Favor, the pale harem one I did the CYOA for--If Kurloz went back in time from where he is at the time of the fic, I think,,,, it would be a coin flip. On the one hand, a ludicrously long time as a ghost has made the Yearning stronger, and on the other hand watching the way Kankri dealt with Gamzee pissed him the fuck off. I do think he'd fall on the side of breaking and letting Kankri own and turning, but I don't know if he'd be able to make the decision fast enough before history repeated itself. :T

#anonymous #the struggle and test of an AU artist/author is figuring out what parts of the character are changeable and what parts are critical #and different creators have different opinions of what those things will be in any given AU. #what i consider a loadbearing characteristic that needs to be transported over in any AU Gamzee may not line up with someone else's #and that's okay! :) #but also like. the NON-loadbearing things can change so much it makes answering scenarios like this essentially impossible

[palestporn]

Re: Imperial Favor, I can't help imagining Karkat decides to teach Gamzee some basic self-defense, like a tit-for-tat exchange, and comes out two weeks later with "this is my new bodyguard." He's reversed the classic bodyguard-to-lover romance.

sdlkfj perfect, yes, A+, canon stamp. Karkat is like "don't freak out about this btw, I can take care of myself, your job is just to look tall and as menacing as you can manage" and then somebody actually attacks him and as Karkat goes into a defensive stance to disarm and capture them his new dopey moirail dives past him and tackles the would-be assassin onto the ground in an amateurish but terrifyingly effective attempt to Do A Kill. Turns out Ghost Grandpa is helpful in the "tips and tricks for violence" category and also the "growing up with years of deeply repressed, internalized rage that needs an outlet" category haha.

#flipkat #is karkat a little concerned to find out that 'fear-rage panic attack' is not the only ragey emotional outburst gamzee needs help with? yes #is karkat also a little guiltily Into It to have somebody ferociously protective of him??? also yes lmao

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I just noticed that gamzee GOT HIS SIGN BACK IN THE LAST PANEL 🥹😭

Yes!!! Good eye, haha. I liked the framing of Kurloz and Kankri on the outside, still chained by their whole painful fucked-up situation, and then in the middle just like. This small, bright moment of reparations. I find that very sweet as a concept. :D

Will there be another argument about that when they go see the emperor??? yes absolutely lmao. But also: Karkat has decided there's a problem and by fucking god he is going to fix it.

#anonymous #cyoa: imperial favor

[palestporn]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Gamzee Makara & Karkat Vantas, “It’s Complicated” Grand Highblood (Homestuck) & The Signless | The Sufferer Characters: Gamzee Makara, Karkat Vantas, The Signless | The Sufferer, Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Sollux Captor Additional Tags: Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, Alternate Universe - Emperor Vantases, Harems, Pale Harem, Ghosts, Art/Writing Mention of the Sufferer’s execution including;, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Dubiously Consensual Body Modification, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

==> Gamzee: How the fuck did you end up in the Conciliatrium of His Triumphant Ascendance?

Motherfucker that is exactly what you headed out today to find out. – (An imported Choose Your Own Adventure from my pale porn tumblr, compiled here for ease of browsing)

#Level II Pale Event #Forgot to reblog this over here so I am taking the opportunity to compile some art on here as well because. I like how these turned out

[palestporn]

I typed up a response to like four different super sweet asks I got and compiled them and then tumblr dumped them in the shitter and now they are gone, so I guess just, overall thanks to @mmarycontrary, @wendycomet, @uncannycory.....oh no I don't have screenshots of the other couple of them still pulled up oh no QoQ BLANKET THANKS FOR THE INCREDIBLY SWEET MESSAGES I'M SORRY.

#somebody said they've been following my main for like ten years which like #holy shit my dude were you around when I was doing individualized welcome art for every follower??? a long-hauler damn #So glad I can continue to help y'all stay entertained and get vicariously Soft Touched via fictional lads haha #one of the many services I provide

[palestporn]

I loved your latest CYOA! It was so well-written and fun to read! Would you ever be interested in writing a pale Davekat drabble or audience CYOA where Karkat is teaching Dave about moiraillegiance in a hands-on way? I think the cultural and xeno aspects of it would be interesting + Dave despite being human probably isn’t used to a lot of gentleness and so would have some things in common with trolls in that it’s a Big Deal.

That's very sweet of you! And Davekat, written well, can be very fun. Unfortunately although I'm largely a multishipper, my brain tends to pick a Central Concept/Character/Pairing in any fandom that all other serotonin I get to have will spring from, and in Homestuck's case that thing kind of became pale gamkar lol.

That is to say; Striders being Hands-On Taught about intimacy via weird troll shit is a very fun flavor, and something I would enjoy (and have enjoyed) reading, but I wouldn't give great odds that a fic would be upcoming for it, and I can almost guarantee there wouldn't be a CYOA--those take a huge amount of time as well as art and writing bandwidth that my brain will really only cough up for the aforementioned Central Serotonin Wellspring (and a lot of encouraging support and buttpats along the way, haha). Sorry to disappoint! I'm glad you enjoyed what I did manage. 🙇

#anonymous #I always hate to be a bummer when people like my stuff and would like to see me do something #that would be cute and fun but also I know I will not pry out of my brain haha TuT Sorry y'all I am a creature of incredibly fickle inspo #could I maybe convince my brain to spit out a weird Gamzee<>Karkat(????)Dave fic where they basically swing?? possibly! #but also. I'm already writing a very similar concept with Jade Harley Amateur Alien Ambassador so I would feel somewhat repetitive lol

[palestporn]

Gamzee: What those horns do tho

"So, uh, horns," you say, like a chill motherfucker who hasn't been throwing looks at this growly little motherfucker's head since you met him this morning.

"I've heard of them," he says, sass-mouthed little emperor with his tiny horns tossed like a challenge. Starts off toward the next block, and goes and takes the crown off his horns and peels his shirt off like it ain't no thing. You knew he was a solid little armful, but damn.

"Damn," you say, out loud, and he turns back to look at you like he's about to ask what's up and then sees you getting a full motherfucking ogle on and goes reddish at the ears and horns again.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, and waves off your looking at him. "So, horns?"

Oh shit, right. "Horns," you say back, and hurry on up to come after him. Are you supposed to take your shit off too? Way they trained it, if the emperor wants one of them touched he touches and if he wants their skin out he says so.

...Karkat turns away from you to fuck around with folding his shirt up, and shows you the whole length of his back, bared at you. You get kinda motherfucking stupid about it. Damn.

When you step up on him from behind him and put a hand real careful on the side of his neck, he goes tense and then eases slow--when you tilt back his head a little bit, he lets you.

"Out at the yellow, shit's about texture, I got told," you say, and just rest the blunt tip of a claw to the blunt tip of a horn. there's a little edge of ridge up and around; you can click the flat of a claw up along where it fades away, real light and slow. With his shirt off and his weight resting back on you, you can feel him shiver. "Gotta play nice if there's not a lot to get your grip on of, but you can rattle the fuck out of 'em if they're longer."

"Like yours," he says, intending at some shit. You had it shown at you how it feels to lock horns, not slamming against like a challenge but shifting around and clicking and catching together. Goes all down your posture column, like sparks. He's not got the horns, but you felt how strong his fronds are and he's sure the fuck got claws.

...Focus, motherfucker.

"Like mine, yeah," you say, and make distraction at yourself about how that might feel by sliding your grip on down and getting the heel of your frond right into the base of his horns.

You knew he'd like it, on account his ancestor's shit's been mapped and marked a hundred sweeps. But it still makes you feel like the emperor your own damn self, when he goes "Hhha, fuck," all shaky and sways back hard against you.

"Down at the red," you say, and press just like how you got taught, deep and slow, smoothing down his shaved-down hair along how it lays, not against it. "Gotta give some motherfucking pressure."

He says "Oh, fuck," again--and again, like it's about all he can think to say. Breathes slower, leans harder, grasps back and grips at you behind him. "Oh, shit."

"Gotta push harder than you figure," you say, for all your voice sounds cracked and not yours. "Head conciliatrix smacks the shit outta your knuckles if you go too light--feels like you're gonna hurt a motherfucker but if you get in there real good--"

You press again and he makes like to curse and only lets out a whine like pleading instead, crooning under it in his rattlebox. Bites it off embarrassed a second later, but holy shit. Fuck.

"--That shit'll undo knots all the way to the motherfucking ground if you do it right," you finish off, and for a beautiful miracle of a second you don't think about being pissed, or scared, or ghosts or emperors or any other bullshit. Just how he goes loose in your grip, barely keeping his feet. "Motherfucker, you sound so fucking good."

"I'll pay you back with interest," he croaks out, brave show but wavery. "In the evening. We need to sleep. Hha, shit. C'mon, 'coon."

"Tonight" again, huh? Lotta shit happening tonight. Who fucking knows how your life's gonna shake up by this time tomorrow morning.

You think you can just about motherfucking live with that.

[-END-]

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #Thanks for playing everybody! #My last day of vacation is tomorrow I really worked this one down to the wire huh #I don't think I've ever done one this long you guys were vital and I'm so pleased QuQ #Your replies reblogs and votes are a gift #and I am incredibly lucky to have you :D #Followup if I posted this on AO3 it seems most logical to make each post a ''chapter'' but I hate to make a fic with like 18 chapters #of probably 1K words or less each #thoughts on most practical means of posting something in this format definitely welcome haha

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Gamzee: Say it

"For my own fucking good, he said," you say, and the words you had said at you so many times taste like rotting sopor in your mouth, sugar and cold motherfucking comfort. "All the reason any motherfucker would ever give, just. Better if you stay here, for your own good. Better if you hush up and watch your mouth and dull your claws down and mind your manners. Better if you don't try to sneak your sign on shit, little dumbass like you are you can't tell what's not safe--better if you can stop flashing your fins when you're worked up--"

"So you did have--" Karkat says, quiet, and thank fuck he doesn't make like to touch the scars again, because if he tried you might not be able to stop from biting him this time. You're already mangling up your own words, on growls and the flex of your jaw trying to snap at something.

"--Not safe if you can't keep your shit under wraps, motherfucker, if they're gone you can't fuck up anymore and it'll be good, that's why he won't see you and it's not fucking good yet--"

Karkat's growling a little too, quiet echo under yours, and his fronds knead at you as helpless as your jaw cramps to bite.

"Do you still...want him to--?" he says, and your claws drag blunt at his back.

"I'd tear that motherfucker in half if he fucking tried it," you say, and then catch up with the words and cringe down on yourself, freezing still. In his descendant's claws, half-grown and already a warlord like old trolls used to be, and you making threat at the emperor--

"Yeah," says Karkat, and squeezes a hand up to find your jaw, steers clear of the scars and rubs strong and deep at meat of snapmuscle, soothing the cramp, humming low in his throat. "Yeah, I bet you would. I mean, I'd have to pull you off, but. I'd let you get a good hit or two in."

Gets a laugh out of you enough to break the growling a second, and his hand softens, palm and callus petting at your cheek and your posture-column, making long sweeps down. Playing cautious not to touch the gillslits you've not got anymore.

Fuck, but that feels nice. You've felt little hints and hums of how it's meant to feel--that deep-down-inside warm shiver-purr when another troll touches you soft and talks to you gentle, how your pusher slows and everything gets easier. But it's been all just fast touch and pulled away, to make instruction at you how good you might get to feel somenight. Seems like "somenight" is tonight.

Your eyes got wet and you don't remember when. But the growling's dying off for now, even if the rage stays burning.

"I'm not letting him sneak something like this past me again," Karkat says in your hair, determination like a troll twice his size and four times his age. "He's not figuring out this haunting situation by himself. I'll kick the fucking door down and scream my throat bloody if I have to. We're going to be there." He rumbles discontent. "We can go talk to him in the evening."

The evening is too long to wait and not nearly far enough away, both at the same time. But it simmers the rage back on down some more, at least the tiniest of bits. How he says "we'll talk to him".

"Real tired," you say, muffling off in his shoulder, so you don't have to hear your own self. "--Real damn tired of big motherfuckers putting me down, and going 'stay there, be good, pupa' and fucking off, and not telling why. I coulda been plenty good. Motherfuckers just never told me why."

"Well, when you're good for me," says Karkat, firm little general voice, and comes up to your cheek again, pap pap. "You'll get my phenomenal natural talents in a pile that definitely won't be shown up by actual sweeps of professional training. So that's 'why'. Briefing for future situations pending what kind of bullshit we're wading through that night." He coughs, looks away from you like he can't leave sweet-talk like that in the air. "So. What non-bullshit stuff did they teach you? And. Did they teach you how to teach somebody else."

Gamzee: Hands-on scholarly demonstration

==> Nerve distribution of caudal sensory protrusions ==> Auditory sensory stimulation and autonomia ==> Standardized somatic intimacy scale

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #I see that plenty of other people share my deep baggage about the concept of ''I Know You Hate This But It's For Your Own Good'' lol #you're valid we're all valid #plus that kind of encompasses the other choices tbh so good general coverage #I have to go eat dinner so take your time deciphering that nonsense

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Gamzee: Attempt the complex advanced maneuver known as "get hugged, idiot"

It's only being as how you got "be cool, dumbass" slapped into your thick nugbone so hard so many times, that you don't go "huh?" and freeze up--but whatever shit your face does get up to must read plenty clear enough anyhow, because Karkat goes "...Hm" at you.

"Everybody's always rubbing all kinds of disgusting body parts talking about how the consorts must just be committing the most decadent possible acts of debauchery to each other all night, every night," he says. "I guess I'll use my fucking, lightning wit and wildly functional gazebulbs to deduce that's just a rumor."

You nod your head, and then shake your head, and then shrug at him.

"I know how shit gets done--"

"For me," says Karkat, laying it out clear, still frowning. "By you."

Motherfucking relief to hear he gets it. But when you nod grateful at him, he frowns some more. "Well, as far as I'm concerned that falls under the heading of ass-kissing," he says. "Which we've already figured out, you're not going to be doing. So. Well. Maybe, just--"

He marches up to you, and hugs you hard.

Startles you to freezing up for a second--but he's gripping hard, and he's so warm, and when you put your arms down around him he makes a low little satisfied chirr and squeezes you harder.

Your body gives way on you in pieces and parts; he tries holding you up a second or two and then stops fighting it and lets you down on the ground, lets you curl closer around him and grip onto him hard. For a second, he twists and wiggles loose--but before you can try to get yourself to let him go he just hugs you again, over your shoulders this time, so he can put your face in his shoulder and grip a hot, strong hand on the back of your neck.

"Okay," he says, over your head, and pets at your hair, like he's not sure he's allowed. "Yeah? Good. That's enough bullshit for today, you uh. You did good, we're done. Fuck, I thought you were going to kick Kankri's ass. He would've deserved it."

Hits you first that Kankri must mean the emperor; second, flinching fear like you gotta not be allowed to know that. Third, boiling-up anger you can't even blame on your ancestor's whispering this time.

"...Wanted me safe," you say, thin over the growl you're choking on. "He said--"

"Yeah, well, maybe if he ever bothered explaining his fucking high-horned for your own good plans to people, he wouldn't be so fucking insufferable," says Karkat. "Maybe he did keep you safer in here! But holy shit. If I was you I would've hunted him down a long time ago and blown up right in his fucking face." His claws knead prickling at your back, protective at you. "...You can get pissed off. That's uh. What I'm here to help with. If you want."

You haven't gone and wound yourself up like that since you were new, when you didn't get how everything was all set to go and no point arguing--but you remember how ugly shit got when you let it, and how much trouble you got in. The growl that pushes out of you is ugly enough already, even if he doesn't flinch back from it.

"Yeah," he says. Low and half-relieved and holding you even tighter like the ugly's just exactly what the fuck he was looking for. "Come on. Say it."

Gamzee: Rage

==> Your body's been changed ==> You lost your name and your sign ==> They came back with a hundred sweeps of curse on them ==> All for your own motherfucking good

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #I am thinking...... about Kankri's personality as seen as a dancestor combined with his history as the Sufferer #and then adding several hundred sweeps of being an emperor and taking hard lessons on practicality on top of that

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Gamzee: Blow this joint

You spare a thought for a second or two how the rest of the conciliatrium would look at you if you came back this time of morning to get nasty with a guy they definitely didn't train you to get nasty with, and say "Yeah, yours, how about?" faster than maybe you meant to. It's not wrong to help out the Second Coming if he figured he needed it, but to your knowing he never has, and the quadrant consortium is his ancestor's, not his.

And anyhow it makes Karkat go "Oh," again and reach out to take your frond again. He looks all shy at you a second, and then remembers motherfuckers are looking at him and puts 'grumpy and grim' back on. "Well, good. I mean, fine. Let's get moving."

"Romantic," says Sollux, and slaps the Second Coming of the Alternian Empire on the ass, then floats up off the ground out of the way when tries to punch back. "Yeah, it's past bedtime for whiny pupas, better get to the 'coon already. Weak shit."

"You're going to crash for twenty hours as soon as I find wherever you're stashing energy drinks this time," Karkat says, and swipes at him again. "And I'll fucking laugh at you. Get back here!"

"Nah," says Sollux, and opens the door in sparks and goes sailing off toward it, laid down on his back in the air. "Sounds like your new sidepiece is tired of sitting on the bench, KK, better give him the grubball and aim him down the field."

If I required more proof of my ultimate damnation, says your ancestor in tone of flat despair at you, while Karkat curses and growls after his buddy, this would be a gracious motherfucking sufficiency indeed.

"So don't watch, motherfucker," you hiss at him, and give up on waiting for Karkat to make with the moving--settle your grip on his frond and start out of the block, taking pains so you're not looking at the emperor. "If you can keep your flap still when I'm on the load gaper you can keep your horns out my motherfucking way."

That must be argument enough, because the whispers fade in grumbling and then are gone and don't show back up again. Karkat glances around uneasy, and then growls and heads off, fast and sure and taking the lead of you, pulling you behind.

His hivesuite's not like the conciliatrium; everything there is soft and near and lit low and gold like sunset, and his entry block's a great, dark place with clothes and armor and uniforms and weapons on racks and a big war-table. Karkat marches out into it, and then stops there, and you can see clear in the way his fronds work and how he looks around his block, he doesn't know what the fuck to do now.

He looks real small, with all this big and fancy shit set out around him. Puts to mind of how the empire's resting on him, how you've heard he's taken to the task of war his ancestor hates so bad. Good at it a motherfucker might be, and maybe he doesn't mind it, but damn if those shadows under his eyes and the way his shoulders sit tense and high and tight don't speak otherwise.

You're about to step up behind him and get your hands on him some more--maybe see about his back and his neck and if the rumors are real, how easy it is to just about drop somebody when their horns are all root like that--except then he turns back around to you and cranes up to get a hand at your jaw, about the highest he can reach.

"This has been the weirdest day full of bullshit I've ever had the excruciating pleasure of living through," he says. "And I'm not the guy who--" he waves frond at you, you guess just to sum up your whole shit. "What do you...like? I mean, you know what I mean. What do you need?"

Gamzee: Uhh

==> 🫂 ==> 😭 ==> 👀💦

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #Gamzee: oh hell yeah I've trained for this part I will finally have any motherfucking idea at all what's going on #Karkat: so what do I do for you. What things do you like. since you ofc know all the things trolls can do and which ones you like #Gamzee freezing like a possum in front of a combine harvester: what do I. What.

[palestporn]

now i can't stop thinking how SCANDALOUS signless sufferer <> gamzee would be.

youre a mutantblood prisoner being kept in an underground cell as a trophy and to your horror despite your initial fear to the young troll you find yourself pitying the descendant of your warden and wondered if this was how your mother felt when she met you as a wriggler.

youre the descendant of the grand highblood and for some reason the inheritance you have received is a full grown adult

IT'S TRUE AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!! Obvs Gamkar is my go-to pale ship and Sufferer<>GHB is like. OOF. But then cross-combining them is such a wild flavor, especially because the circumstances surrounding that would already be so strange haha.

Anything Karkat+GHB in any relationship that doesn't end up with somebody dead immediately gives me "my dad and the cat he said he didn't want" vibes, I find it inherently VERY funny--vs Gamzee and the sufferer, which would still be funny but like. Gamzee would NOT be ready for the kind of heat the Sufferer would be bringing to the table. Karkat's a bossy little dude, but Kankri had a full-scale society-shifting rebellion going. Like, damn. Call that a MILF (Mutant I'd Like To Follow)

#MILP.......mutant i'd like to pap.............. this is nothing #although MILP is very fun to say lol

[palestporn]

Truly wish I had coherent thoughts about the ongoing cyoa that aren't just me sitting here, vibrating at frequencies heard only by dogs, going absolutely motherfucking insane over it checking your blog ten times an hour

TBH knowing this is also extremely good and I have been coming back to read this ask about every couple of hours since you sent it so like, never underestimate the power of just knowing somebody's excited about your shit!! It's powerful!!!

#Coherent thoughts are great but so are keysmashing and wordless excitement lol I'm just here to play a fun drama game #with all 1000 of my closest friends haha

[palestporn]

Gamzee: Get fucking rudenasty about it

Today's been a shitshow, and it's well past noon, and there's a ghost in your head and a terrible and ancient motherfucking destiny leaning on you...and there's fuck-all you can do about any of that, so instead you scoot over at the second-biggest deal in the empire and put a palm on the back of his neck to squeeze a little.

"Oh, uh," says the Second Coming.

"Think you could do to sleep before sunrise," you say down close by his ear, and give his neck a squeeze, to see if he pops you one. He goes all red again instead, so that seems good. When you get your other hand on his hot cheek he won't let you turn him to look at you, but he doesn't slap you away either, working his claws on nothing. "...You got a back full of knots and an ache in your horns, and I got hands and nothing but time, motherfucker. Put the two together we might just make some miracles happen."

"Ha!" says Karkat, high and harsh, which would make you feel like the dumbest and clumsiest motherfucker if there wasn't half a eager chirp on the noise. When you take your hand back away again, he leans after it fast and then pretends like he was stretching, and then shivers when you put it back on him. Glances over at where his ancestor's still scolding at nothing, and quiets down to half whispering. "You don't have to kiss my ass about stuff. It's great when you're, fucking, six sweeps old and you think you're gonna save the universe, but. If that's what you're doing, you can stop. But..if that's not what you're doing, then, I guess--"

He looks up past you and breaks off, raises up his voice to growl. "...What? Fuck off."

The emperor is looking at the both of you when you look up, and you recall all at once where you're at and what's up and who you're talking to, and what the rest of the conciliatrium would scold at you if they heard you getting fresh with the Second Coming after all their lessons on keeping your salty mouth sweet and sober. You sit straight and put your fronds back in your own business again.

"Shit, KK," says Sollux, who started pretty far down your list of people you were chill with, and is getting his jump on up it. "Get some."

The emperor says, "You do understand that the consortium was just...the most well-insulated place I could hive you?" Like he thinks you're doing some wack shit out of nowhere or something. "You're not obligated to act like one of the consorts."

For once this heretic motherfucker speaks some damned sense, growls your ancestor in your ear. If you won't cull these mutant aberrations at least restrain yourself from playing pile-pet to some loud-mouth stripling rabble-rouser.

"...I mean, nah, bro," you say, and see the emperor cock a brow at you and say "I mean, motherfucker--uh. I mean. Sir? Only it's like. I'm only not a conciliatrix on account I got no moirail because some crusty old motherfucker I guess I share face with had negative fuckin' game--"

Don't you speak on my motherfucking GAME, says your ancestor, insulted at you. I pulled like you wouldn't fucking believe, you mouthy little shit.

"--But I got the training and everything," you say, and look at Karkat, hoping. "If some motherfucker might like me better."

The emperor looks still like he has more to say about all that, but Karkat squares up his shoulders and lowers his horns again, that way he stands sometimes that means let's get this motherfucker done. "Good," he says, "Great. Well, so, let's just--go fucking figure some shit out!" He stands up, brushes himself down, straightens up his little hanging gold-and-jewels crown. "Your place, or mine?" he says, bossy, and only goes a little bit red about it.

Gamzee: His place, or yours?

==> The Imperial Hive-Suite ==> The Imperial Conciliatrium

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #y'all knew exactly what you wanted with this one huh lmao #just a perfect ascending order from most polite to most handsy #Y'ALL KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ON THIS BLOG FOR

[palestporn]

Out of curiosity, cuz I'm WILDLY enjoying it, are you going to assemble the sections of your current story into a single fic? (On AO3 perhaps...?)

Easier to bookmark and hoard forever that way 🩷

Oh hey, that would probably work with this one! Most of them are small and meandering enough that I'd feel kind of silly putting them up, but this one I honestly think that's viable, hmmm. Much to ponder, haha.

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Gamzee: Blow up your ancestor's whole motherfucking spot

Finding your way back out of whatever the fuck he's doing (your ghost your ancestor the grand fucking highblood, every time you think this day can't get any more motherfucking wild--) feels like stumbling your way through choking smoke. Feels like when you woke up from getting your pan rung earlier, except this time when you find your way back, instead of a fight happening over your head, everybody's all staring at you while they bitch each other out.

"KK, shut the fuck up," says Sollux, and clicks his claws in front of you couple times, and watches you twitch. "I think he's hearing us again. Hey, good evening, moonshine. What the fuck--"

"What did you see?" says the emperor, real intense, and you stare at him and feel your hand try to twitch--to touch his cheek or tear his neck open you have no fucking idea. You don't think your ghost does either. Fuck. "Focus! Look at me. What did he show you?"

A whole lotta shit, is what. Fire, death and blood. A mutant who looked only just Karkat's age--arguing long nights with him through the bars on a dark cell. A hand reaching through the bars to your cheek and how all of everything flipped to spin around that second where he touched you.

"Motherfucker's pale for you," you blurt out.

Sollux and Karkat turn at the same time and stare at the emperor, and then at you, and then at the emperor, like they fucking practiced it. Your ghost does a noise that doesn't amount to words. The emperor does much the motherfucking same.

"I beg your fucking pardon," he says.

IN WHAT MOTHERFUCKING WAY, howls your ancestor, what part of FATAL AND WEAKLING FAILURE and UNDYING MOTHERFUCKING AFTERDEATH OF SHAME did you FAIL TO COMPREHEND?!

"And he's fucking salty about it," you say, fool mouth running without you, on a laugh of disbelieving. "Oh, fuck. You just touched him the one time and he's fucking gone about it, he just, ha, hhaha, he hates it so motherfucking much."

The emperor, it transpires and turns out, goes red a whole lot the same way like his descendant does. "Fucking, really?!" he says, only half at you--to the dark, to the shade he can't see. "It's been hundreds of sweeps! You tried to execute me!"

I regret NOTHING, mutant, says your ghost in boiling furious snarl, and his hating regret sings through your horns. I linger only to see your long-delayed death and drag your soul to the messiahs' cull-pits by motherfucking hand.

"What, you're. You're just, hanging out waiting for him?" you say, and Karkat's face does some kinda SOMETHING. "Like so you can go on together? Motherfucker, damn."

"Thirsty," says Sollux, and it pushes a laugh out your mouth like a punch in the gut, especially how it makes Karkat's face do a whole different kind of something. "Ehehe--"

"This isn't funny, Mituna," says the emperor, sharp over your ancestor's howl of scouring rage and cursing on your soul.

"No, it's fucking not!" says Karkat. "Is that why you put him in the conciliatrium?! He's not the same person as his ancestor, you absolute throbbing boil on the waste chute of the empire, that's not how descendants work and I should fucking know!"

"Karkat, shut the fuck up," says the emperor. He's pinching the bridge of his scarred-up, broken-ass nose.

To REVENGE himself on my memory, says your ancestor, to my MOCKERY AND DEBASEMENT, turning a hatched subjugglator of my holy bloodline to some purring, pampered--

"Hey, if you didn't like learning pile stuff you coulda just left, motherfucker," you say, stung a little. "Not like either of us ever had to do the motherfucking job, being as how I guess you fucked up my shot at getting any action a billion fuckin' sweeps ago!"

Sollux fucking cackles about that. The emperor says "You didn't have a 'shot'! Neither of you have anything even resembling a shot, okay?! Kurloz, you dense piece of shit--"

"Don't fucking talk to him like that," says Karkat, at the same time you go "Who the fuck is Kurloz?" and then both of you stop and look confusion at the other.

Never did I give him my hatchname and never ALLOWED him to use it, your ancestor's growling, sulky now, all sorts of shit you can't get a vibe on rolling around your thinkpan, while the emperor makes lecture and scold at the air where he isn't. Speaking at me like he knows me, bossy little MOTHERFUCKER. Claiming some power to speak down at the King of Colors, the culler of a thousand worlds--

"I'm Gamzee," you say, by way of explanation, and Karkat stares at you and then says, "I'm. Karkat?" like he's not really actually all that sure right this second. Sneaks a frond out and rests it on your knee, while his ancestor's yelling at the dark and his buddy's laughing his ass off, and then whips it back again red in the ears.

...You want to touch him back. Not just to kneel there sweet and let him get up in your business, but butt rudenasty up in his. So that's. New.

"Hey, uh," you say, and shoot your motherfucking shot.

Gamzee: Get up in the Second Coming's business.

==> Courtly ==> Polite ==> Bold ==> Downright Presumptuous

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#CYOA: Imperial Favor #T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-TENSION BREAKERRRRRRR lmao #I have to do a pretty lengthy drive real quick lol vote amongst yourselves

[palestporn]

HAMARTIA

Second Coming Of The Grand Highblood:

==> Repent ==> Testify

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#CYOA: Imperial Favor #please consider this the splickedy CYOA equivalent of a [S] page haha #sometimes a spark of love isn't enough to redeem you but it is enough to fuCKING KILL YOU GET WRECKT OLD MAN #cw blood #cw torture

[palestporn]

Gamzee: Check in with your thoughts.

You wondered what the fuck was up, when your pan whispered shit you didn't have ways to know--about the emperor, about the church. You figured you were just pan-cracked right down the middle, and always would be, and that was all there was to it.

Over your head, the emperor says, "The less he knows, the better off all of us will be, him included," and Sollux says, "Well, so what, are we supposed to just camp out on him for the next--however the fuck long--?" but you're not listening. You're thinking about your thinking, for the first time in a long-ass time.

Feels like cold salt water. Smells like blood and salt and wax and burning meat. Ignorant little pupa, whispers the voice in your pan, and you can feel it's more than a thought when you turn your eye to it, when you look it full in the face; thoughts don't hum in your horns like that. Blood of my blood, you heeding me now? Finally got your LISTEN ON? A growl that rumbles your back teeth, tries to call one of your own up to echo back at it. They'd talk over your head how to stow and store you like fucking CHATTEL. Look how they turn their looks off you, in FEAR of us, in SHAME of the coward-ass unfunny end he made of me--

"Who the fuck are you, though?" you say, and don't hardly notice when Karkat looks sharp over at you. 'Blood of my blood', he said, and with the emperor and Second Coming in front of you, and the Ψiioniic's spawn, that's enough to make a fearful shape of something kin to delight knot up in your throat. Ancestors, that's like. Storybook shit. Like a motherfucking miracle.

Murderous monarchy mirthful and raging, the whisper croons against the inside of your skull, and it rattles down your bones and plucks your nerves like strings. And the wars on the sea, earth, and stars I was waging, motherfucker, messiahs themselves called it money. Another growl, a rage that tastes so familiar it could almost be yours. Burned like a heretic, he finishes. How's that for FUNNY.

"Hey," says the Second Coming, and leans over to touch your face again. Wavers you from your thinking, sways you after it. You always took to it too sweet, the rare times when you were trained up and some motherfucker touched you just to make example. But your ancestor's still making riddles at you, talking deep behind your eyes, and even the warm hand on your cheek can't pull you back to surface. "We'll figure something out, okay? Something that doesn't involve you, just, locked up in a conciliatrium for the rest of your life." He stops, and far off you see him frown at you. "...Hey. Are you hearing me?"

Should have stoved in that little mutant's thinkpan the second he was brought to my throne, mourns your ghost, furious. Should've never let him speak, never let those double-damned hands near my motherfucking face--

"Hold up," you say--to him, to both of them, you don't know. "I can't hear the both of you together. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Motherfucker tried to QUIET me, your ghost growls, and you look up at the emperor and see him break off what he was saying and look down at you, startled and then confused and then realizing. So I threw that mouthy heretic in irons to burn and STILL his FUCKING HANDS were in my soul. And when I stepped to his screaming corpse to watch him die, to BURN HIM OUT OF MY THINKPAN, his dirtbloods turned against me and the messiahs punished me for my motherfucking WEAKNESS. Bear witness to my fall, little brother.

"Who's he talking to?" says the emperor, and starts to stand up. "Karkat--"

Gamzee: Bear witness

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#CYOA: Imperial Favor #downside to the fact that I am improvising this entire thing: we have diverged wildly from the normal content of this fluffy pale blog lol #oh well!!!! no way out but through! #................ (sneaks back to add content warnings to the opening post RE: canon Sufferer execution stuff)