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thewertsearch · 1 year

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TheWertsearch shipping chart

Ver. 1, Act 5.1

Let's get into it!

I've included every Player and a couple of wildcards. I thought about adding minor characters like the Guardians and Exiles, but we don't know too much about their dynamics yet. For what it's worth, I think the first three Exiles would be a cute triad, and might add WQ when we've seen more of her. I don't really ship any of the Guardians, since we know next to nothing about their personalities.

I'm going to mostly focus on potential dynamics. There aren't many canon ships in here, but hopefully that'll change as we move through the comic, because I honestly got pretty invested in some of these while working on this post. Let's dive in!

Hearts

Rose/Kanaya is an obvious lock. I've talked about it before, and my thoughts haven't really changed, so I won't repeat myself here. Their dynamic is great, and it's even better now that we know Kanaya used to idolize Rose. I can't wait to see them talk that one out. At this point, I'm 100% convinced that they should be a couple, and about 90% convinced that it's going to happen in canon. Bring on the #RosemarySweep!

John/Karkat is an intriguing prospect. John's optimism is exactly what a sourpuss like Karkat needs, and their conversations are clearly having a positive effect on him. Conversely, Karkat's decisive leadership style might, in time, rub off on John. The two complement each other well - and since it's clear that Karkat doesn't really hate John, I think they're well-placed for a red romance, rather than a black one.

Karkat/Nepeta has potential. Nepeta clearly sees something in him, and I don't think it's just the 'cat' in his name. They both have a romantic streak, although neither of them seems all that experienced with (concupiscent) romance. I don't know, I just think it might be cute! I could also envision a minor moirallegiance between them. Karkat isn't that hot-tempered, but chilling out with Nepeta and bouncing ships off each others' heads might help him let off some steam.

Tavros/Gamzee would be pretty cute. Tavros is used to being Vriska's punching bag - and, more broadly, he's used to conversations where you're supposed to be punching. Gamzee, too, is frequently insulted, even by people who call themselves his friends. Bring these two trolls together, though, and Alternia's antagonistic social norms completely disappear. They're a breath of fresh air, and I think they deserve a quiet corner in the Veil to play Fiduspawn together.

Terezi/Vriska would make a great power couple, and I want to see them take on the world together - but I don't see it happening any time soon. They both have a lot of growing to do - and besides, I think another quadrant is in the cards first.

Jack/Droog. Yes, really. This one isn't complex, I just think they'd be funny together. Plus, a hot-blooded, stab happy gangster pairs perfectly with a stone-cold, calculating partner. It's like cookies and cream!

Dave/Jade is another one I've discussed before. Jade is playfully, authentically herself, and Dave, who's still treating life like a bit he needs to commit to, might have something to learn from her. There's a real person behind that persona, and Jade likes him.

I'm a Jade/Rose truther - but there's not much to report on this, since the game seems intent on keeping them from interacting much. Hopefully Act 5.2 will see them working together in the Medium, and we can really shine a light on this dynamic.

Gamzee/Eridan was initially a joke ship. Eridan wants a matesprit, but he'd only date a highblood, and Gamzee's the only one without that quadrant filled, so Eridan better learn to ride a unicycle. Except... weirdly enough, it sort of works? Unlike Feferi, Gamzee wouldn't be stressed out by being around Eridan - and despite what you might expect, Eridan doesn't even seem to dislike Gamzee. He opened up to him about Feferi, at least a little - and even slammed a Faygo when Gamzee suggested it. When talking to Gamzee, Eridan wouldn't be able to dance around the point, like he was doing with Feferi and Kanaya. Gamzee wouldn't pick on his 'hints', so he'd have to resort to direct, open communication, which might be good for him. Plus - you can say a lot of things about Eridan, but he sure ain't a quitter. Gamzee's Sopor addiction would annoy the hell out of him, and there's a decent chance he might actually be able to annoy him off the stuff. If we go with the moirallegiance angle, Gamzee would probably leave Eridan too baffled to give into any Alternian bloodlust - and any overblown genocide plans would fly right over Gamzee's head. Wow, this really did start as a joke, but I'm beginning to convince myself. I... guess we'll see what happens?

Diamonds

I'm convinced Kanaya -> Terezi would work. Terezi is violent and dangerous - but unlike Vriska, her violence takes the form of mind games. Kanaya is good at mind games, and I think she'd make an excellent, Machiavellian moirail for Terezi, using ConversationWithAVeryStupidGirl.txt-style rhetorical traps to trick her into good behavior. She could even collaborate with her future girlfriend, Rose, to design clever ways to keep Terezi from getting more of her friends killed. And you know Terezi would love it.

That leaves Vriska unattended. We can't have that, so it's time to make a case for Feferi -> Vriska. I think Feferi would make a lot more progress with Vriska than she ever did with Eridan. The biggest problem with Eridan was that he was insincere - he wasn't honest about his proclivities or intentions, and Feferi was working her ass off just to figure out what he was thinking. By contrast, Vriska is extremely sincere about her emotions - I don't think she can fake a feeling. Feferi will know exactly what she's getting with Vriska, because Vriska will constantly tell her. Feferi could pacify Vriska, I'm sure of it. She's cheerful, persistent, physically powerful, immune to Vriska's psionics, and has killed thousands to feed her lusus. Feferi understands Vriska.

Sollux <--> Aradia is a potential bidirectional moirallegiance. They both have their violent moods, and they know each other well enough to recognize and help each other through them. Aradia could potentially use her necromancy to get the soon-to-be-dead out of Sollux's head - and he might be able to remove Aradia's violent impulses entirely, using his technical know-how to revert Equius' changes and turn her body into a true reflection of her living self. Honestly, they still have a shot at hearts, too - but I think diamonds is the way to go for now.

Feferi -> Equius might work - he'd have to listen to a violet-blood. Plus, spending time with the princess might help Equius learn that the Empire is bullshitting him about the hemospectrum. After all, she's at the top of the totem pole - and yet, she's against a lot of what the Empire stands for. What gives?

Spades

Jack\Lord English was originally just a joke, but I've decided to start shipping it earnestly for shits and giggles - especially since we've learned about kismesissitude, a quadrant they fit perfectly into. Maybe there's more than one reason that Slick was so single-minded about catching the guy.

To be honest, Vriska\Terezi is basically inevitable. There's no way they peacefully talked it out during the session, and now they're stuck on a tiny meteor together. These are resourceful girls - they're probably already plotting their next moves, and they'd be fools not to factor each other into whatever plans they're making. They will come to blows, and then they'll realize how much they're enjoying the experience. I think this will be our first truly balanced kismesissitude, and I'm very interested in seeing where the chips fall.

Clubs

Aradia -> Vriska/Tavros. Someone needs to keep these two apart. Robot!Aradia doesn't have the ideal temperament for auspisticism, but things are far from ideal at this point. She's Tavros' old FLARP teammate, and even in her current state, she's still invested in his well-being. This might also be a way for Aradia to reconcile with Tavros, since it doesn't seem like they've spoken much since they died. What does Tavros think of this new Aradia, and will his opinion change if she starts to intercede against Vriska on his behalf? I want to find out.

Feferi -> Equius/Aradia. This one would be so easy. All Feferi would need to do is tell Equius to back the fuck off, and he'd be obliged to obey. I don't like the hemospectrum, but if we're stuck with it for now, let's at least use it for good, hm?

That's it! It was the first shipping chart I've ever made, and I had a lot of fun with it. I'll be doing this again the next time we 'finish' an Act, and it'll be interesting to see how this evolves over time.

See you next time, for the beginning of Act 5.2!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5 #deep dives

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a-detraque-barista · 1 year

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Faygo

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Genre: angst?? Floof

Word Count: 529

Warnings: none~ A/N: this was purely self indulgent and i regret nothing but i hope you enjoy this very short drabble :)

You were walking home as the warm summer breeze blew in your already flushed face. The rustling of the plastic bag gently swaying beside you, containing your most recent sweet tooth and snack cravings. A cigarette hanging low between your index and middle fingers. The sun was setting, finally giving you a break from its scorching touch. Your earbuds were playing, blocking out the noise of the world.

However, your eyes took you away your daydream as they landed on a figure hunched on a bench. The old wood was dark and worn. The rusted metal armrests and legs no longer glint from rays of light. Matching the man who was sat on that bench. Dark indigo tufts of hair were sticking in every which way. Body almost folded completely in half. And hands on his head as if everything was coming to an end.

He heard your approaching footsteps and raised his head only a bit. Long enough for you to see the tired and bloodshot eyes that had a purple hue. You looked away, as did he. Putting his head back in his hands while you kept walking.

You had only made it a few steps before stopping. Pity filled you quickly, causing you to bite your lip. A habit you had a hard time breaking. You took a drag from your cigarette, another bad habit.

Turning around, you see him already staring at you with curiosity as you pulled out your earbuds. So you walked up to him and hesitated, “Do you like Faygo?”

The question had clearly caught him off guard. He nodded his head slowly, not seeing the point in the inquiry.

You placed the cigarette between your lips and held it there gently. Rummaging through your bag of goodies, you pulled out your bottle of Strawberry Faygo. It made you slightly sad to be giving it away but this man quite obviously needed it more than you do.

Handing it to him, you smiled softly, “I don’t know what you’re going through but I hope it gets better.”

You turned to walk away but felt a firm grip slip around your wrist. The violet haired man looked up at you through his lashes, “Will you sit with me?”

Your compassion outweighed your exhaustion from the heat. Sighing, you sat down next to him. You got comfortable as you stared blankly at the brightly lit neon open sign hanging in the diner’s window across the street.

The hiss of carbonation rung in your ear. That cracking of the cap, and the mans quiet gulping was oddly relaxing. Suddenly, you realized just how dry your throat was. Reaching into your bag of goods once again, you pulled out a bottle of Rock N’ Rye Faygo. Your second favorite flavor from the brand.

Silence with the occasional swig of the sugary sodas was all that was coming from between the two of you.

You didn’t know what your presence did for the troubled man but you didn’t mind sitting there with him.

Not everyone has a person they can go to in times like these. So you’ll stay for as long as he needs you to.

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinso hitoshi #bnha x reader #shinsou imagine #bnha imagine

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purple-stuck · 3 years

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I really adore your writing! Can I PLEASE request a purple Sollux drabble? Maybe interacting with gamzee?

hey, gz. wanna hang out?

Gamzee stared down at his phone, squinting his eyes at the purple text. Somewhere in his addled think pan he thought it was strange. Sollux hardly hung out with anyone in person. He was always a shut in, especially for Purple blood standards. Only clown who'd attended less church was probably Gamzee himself and that was only because Sollux sometimes made video calls. But, ever sense Aradia... it was a miracle he still answered texts.

Still, Gamzee wasn't gonna say no to his blood brother's company. Maybe Feferi helped him cope. Maybe he went pale for Karkat, those two had always been close. Hardly mattered.

WeLl, ShIt. SuRe MoThErFuCkEr. CaN't SaY nO tO a NiCe AnD pRoPeR hAnGiNg SeSsIoN. wAnT mE tO sWiNg By YoUr PlAcE, oR wHaT?

nah. ii'm at the door. ii wa2 iin the area and fiigured ii'd a2k.

Right on cue, there was indeed a knock at Gamzee's front door. Huh. Sollux must've been right at the door when he texted. Made sense. If Karkat was any indication, Sollux had a habit of just barging into a brother's hive like he lived there and playing all their video games. Probably remembered at the last second that he and Gamzee weren't that close.

When Gamzee open the front door, he found himself staring at Captor's chest. Even hunched over as he was, Sollux was still the tallest troll Gamzee knew. The boy managed to be both lankier and buffer than Gamzee somehow. Granted, that's not hard. It'd be a stretch to call any version of Sollux Captor buff, but any purple blood with a proper lusus was going to be thicker than Gamzee.

Gamzee stopped that thought dead before it sunk in any deeper.

"At least I know I'm not interrupting anything." Sollux said dryly. "That's not the hair of someone who had plans for the evening."

Gamzee snorted, appreciating that the ribbing was good natured. Sollux didn't regard him with the same contempt, say, Equius did, so it was hard to take anything he said as an actual insult. Same deal with Karkat, really. "So, what brings you around to my hive? Feferi finally convince you to go outside?"

Sollux's lips twitched into a smirk before he jutted his thumb behind him. "Nah. I'm just picking up an old hobby."

Gamzee's eyes trailed to the cart Sollux had parked at the bottom of the steps, a chill going down his spine at the sight of faintly blue blood trailing down it's side. "Oh..."

Gamzee's eyes twitched back to Sollux, who just sighed. "I'm on my second kill, so don't worry. I don't kill in odd numbers. Plus, I've seen you making diamond eyes at Karkat and I'm not that much of a dick."

Gamzee let go off a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well, it's good to know I won't be adding to Aradia's fucking corpse collection-"

Sollux stiffened and Gamzee stopped dead. Shit. Fuck. He should know better. What was he doing bring up Aradia, fuck-

"It's... fine." Sollux sighed, bringing his hand to his temple as he steadied himself. "I'm fine. It's fine. She would've found it funny, anyways." Sollux forced a smile onto his face. "Besides, you're not wrong. She'd love to throw corpse parties for these motherfuckers in whatever rung of the Dark Carnival she wound up in."

Gamzee laughed politely and stepped aside to let Sollux in before the conversation got any more uncomfortable. Sollux plopped onto the couch, quickly propping his legs up on the table. "You got any video games? I somehow doubt you're much of a shooter fan."

Gamzee grunted, sliding him a faygo as he took his seat. "Nah. Tav got me into fiduspawn. You ever play that?"

Sollux snorted. "Funny story about that, actually. EQ got me into it. I was talking shit about it around him and he protested that NP was into it."

"Did he? Shit, man, good for him. He always kinda... rolls over around me. Motherfucker's always trying to please me."

"Well, yeah. It's NP we're talking about here. You'd complain is I started talking shit about Tavros."

Gamzee blinked. That was... oddly pointed coming from Sollux. Sure, every word sounded like a sarcastic insult when you put it in his mouth, but it sounded like he was trying to make a point. That suddenly serious stare wasn't helping, and it made Gamzee cough uncomfortably.

"Uh, yeah, I would." His eyes flickered towards the door. Towards the cart. "...Why?"

"You got any feelings for him?"

Now this was starting to get wildly out of character. Sollux was the last person to stick his nose into anyone's love life, unless it was to annoy Eridan somehow. Hell, people just being sappy around him annoyed him, which made this even more bizarre.

"Yeah, well, Tav, said he wasn't interested."

"He's not?"

"Look, bro, I appreciate it, but we don't need an auspistice. You can't mediate what ain't there."

"But you do feel something for him. You care about him, pitch, red, I don't care how." Sollux was almost looming over him now, even without standing up. Gamzee was beginning to wonder whether he should go for his clubs when Sollux sighed.

"Right, right. That.... probably doesn't make any sense to you. I'm sorry." He stood up, face not just sour like usual, but outright grim. "Let me show you what I'm talking about."

Sollux made his way to the door wheeled his cart inside, a chill went down Gamzee's spine.

"...Bro. Did you?"

"No. Gog no. Fucking Messiahs above, hell no! I cull trolls but I'm not a sick fuck who parades their corpses around in front of their friends."

Sollux looked down at the cart, at the body hidden beneath the crumpled sheet. He seemed far, far away for a moment, like his soul had been taken by the Messiahs themselves and his body was an empty shell they left behind.

"You... know Aradia's dead, right?"

Gamzee relaxed, more confused and sad now than afraid. "Yeah."

Sollux looked at him. "Do you know how she died?"

Sollux didn't need an answer and he didn't wait for one. The purple voids of his eyes showed behind his matching glasses. "It started... when Vriska abducted me."

"I was out doing my regular, bi-wipely rounds. Looking for two bodies for Aradia to preserve in a 'corpse party'. Or, more accurately, looking to make two bodies for her to preserve."

"I'd spotted a couple of burgundies, so I went to make my move. I'd barely seen Vriska's face by the time the bag was over my head and by then the needles were in my neck. My guess is she'd paid some FLARPers to help her. I know damn well she couldn't handle me alone."

"When I woke up, I was in Vriska's hive. She looked so... fucking smug when she had me all chained up. She explained what Aradia did to her. Talked about how she'd sent some ghosts her way... and she wanted to get even."

"So Vriska was going to have me kill Aradia."

"That's when the torture began. It was pretty amateurish, but that's all it needed to be. She just needed to distract me, make a crack for her to slip into... one opening was all she needed to grab my mind."

Sollux was staring down at nothing by the time he finished, bending the metal handles of his cart with his grip.

"I still remember the walk to Aradia's hive." He said, choking back something. "I could hear her scream in my mind before she even saw me."

Gamzee's hand landed on his shoulder, snapping Sollux back to reality. Sollux pushed the smaller clown back before clearing his throat. "So, the next time I left my hive, I decided to pay Serket a visit."

Sollux threw the tarp off to reveal Vriska's mangled body. Or, what was of it.

Gamzee took at a step back. The amount of patchwork Sollux had to do to get Vriska's upper torso back in one piece would be impressive if it didn't imply how grizzly the scene must've been before he started. Tellingly, Sollux didn't even try to put Vriska's legs back together. He just dumped the soupified slop into a box and put it on the bottom shelf of his cart.

"Jegus..."

"Yeah, I got carried away."

Gamzee backed up and fell onto the couch, mostly just to get away from the smell. Sollux pulled his two swords out of Vriska's head, wiping them clean in one quick stroke.

"So... why are you telling me this?" Gamzee asked.

Sollux seemed to think for a moment, staring at his reflection in the blades. "To try to understand." He waved his blades vaguely over Vriska's... "body" for lack of a better word. "Most of this was unnecessary. She died quickly but... it wasn't satisfying."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "I figured you could tell me why."

Gamzee's eyes widened. "Shit, man, you mean because..."

"Of Tavros. Yeah. Vriska killed him. The army won't take someone who can't walk and he has no where else to go. That's assuming someone like, well, me, doesn't just pick him up off the streets. He's living on borrowed time on a planet like this, and that's all her fault."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "So... is this satisfying to you?"

Gamzee sunk into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Fuck, man. You can't do this to a motherfucker. This is a lot to drop on me all at once." He looked at the corpse, trying not to curl his nose at the sight. "...I mean... no. Fuck, I'd hesitate to say anyone even deserves that, but mostly it just makes me feel... kinda sick."

Sollux slumped down. "I don't get it. This should be satisfying. We should be glad that she's dead, but we're not."

Again, Gamzee was there, suddenly resting a hand on Sollux's shoulder. "...Look, man. I'm sorry I'm not any help with this. Karbro is so much better at this shit than me, but..."

"...I guess it's not really her death that we're looking for. We're looking for a way to make it so all the problems she caused never happened. And... that's not gonna happen. I've accepted that Tav's not gonna get his legs back... and I think he's accepted that too. And, Aradia, wherever she might be now up in that Dark Carnival, knows that she's not coming back either. So... shit, maybe we should just... keep moving?"

Sollux stared at him blankly, before that default grouchy snarl crept back onto his face. "That's a really shitty way to end that spiel, you know that?"

Gamzee shrugged, that some color had bled back into Sollux's face. "Well, shit. I'm no Karkat and you know it."

"Yeah, you're not. I'd still be huddled up inside without that grouchy asshole."

Sollux sighed. Not tiredly, but like a weight had been lifted somewhat. With all that off his chest, Sollux tilted his head up. He nonchalantly lined up his swords and slid them down his throat, swallowing up his blades until only the hilts remained to dangled beneath his uvula. Gamzee squinted at him curiously.

"....What?"

"Shit, man, I have no idea how you manage to talk like that."

Sollux smirked, grabbing his faygo off the table and chugging it in two swigs. At this point, he was just showing off. "Very, very carefully. I'll teach you sometime."

Sollux threw the tarp back onto his cart and began peddling it out the door. "I'd better get going, the sun will rise soon." Gamzee waved him off as he opened the door, pausing just before he closed. "Oh, by the way. You owe me a game night. This one derailed."

Gamzee just nodded as Captor slammed the door, knowing that was Sollux-ese for "let's hang out sometime".

#bloodswaps #drabble #sollux captor #gamzee makara #aradia megido #vriska serket #tavros nitram #purple sollux

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chuckling-chemist · 4 years

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31 Days of Fanstuck Day 5: Glacin: Ride

If Glacin had to boil down everything he despised, they generally boiled down to his experiences with the Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs. Glacin hated other subjuggalators, as well as their laughassassin counterparts. He hated their brainwashed attitudes, their ridiculous faith to such a flawed religious structure to the detriment of other relationships. Any other troll who possibly bought into it similarly gained his ire. He hated the food and drink they served at the carnival, from the egregious amounts of Faygo to the copious amount of cotton candy for everyone to eat. The bright colors, the dirty surroundings, everything about it made Glacin’s insides crawl.

So, when his icy hive got displaced from its location to be dispatched at the edge of an amusement park, monorail passing only yards away from the hive itself before dipping back inside the mountainside, it took all of his willpower not to adhere to purpleblooded stereotypes and rage.

For what was an amusement park, but a miserable pile of carnival rides?

Without a real entrance in sight, the only way to get on was the monorail. Thankfully, whoever was running it knew exactly when he would leave the comfort of his home. Right as he entered the blissfully short queue, the train entered its station and its doors opened. A curious, hyperactive red crocodile wearing a blue hat and ribbon ran the ticket station. A ticket station so short, Glacin had to crouch down to talk to him.

“Do I purchase the ticket from you?” he asked as he watched the crocodile bluster about, pressing all sorts of colored buttons that did absolutely nothing to either of their surroundings.

“Naknaknaknaknaknaknaknak.”

“Hm. I see.” He stood back up, pulling his strife specibus out to double as a walking stick. Thank God for his mask hiding the scowl he held. “I shall take my leave then.”

“Naknaknaknaknaknak!!”

At least, for as incompetent as the ticketmaster was, the ride was clean. The interior of the monorail looked identical to the magnet trains from back home, complete with red pleather seating, metal floors, and neon purple lights running alongside the top. The sign above the seats read “Welcome to The Land of Blinking Lights and Amusement, Skaia’s Most Thrilling Coaster Park!” with an image of a wooden roller coaster ascending to the top of a mountain and zipping around its peak. There weren’t any other guests on the ride. He just wanted to obtain enough grist so Zanchi can build up to the first gate and let him get out of here.

Once he took his seat, the ride lurched forward. A gabled voice over the intercom rapidly listed off the standard safety precautions that came standard: keep your arms and legs inside the car, keep movement to a minimum while the car is moving, the standard fare. When the voice died off, the sign of the screen changed every few minutes to advertise the specific coasters. Each one had a vague title written in fancy script attached to picturesque images of the rides.

“Well those look fun,” he heard Zanchi say mildly.

Glacin grunted. Zanchi hadn’t been online for the past few hours. To finally hear his voice after so long was a pleasant surprise. “Welcome back. Have you enjoyed yourself?”

The monorail turned a corner, tunneling through the mountainside and toward the greater park. A few lights alongside the floor turned on, but the purple neons provided the majority of light inside at this point.

“Eh, it kinda sucks. Could be worse. The mushrooms are cool but that’s about it.” There was a long pause over the mic, followed by Zanchi adding, “Oh hell. You lucked out.”

“Oh?”

“Whole thing looks like some grub’s dream. It’s gonna take you some time to get outta this ride, but once you do? This has gotta be the best theme--”

Glacin’s hand went up to his earpiece and swiftly shut it off. Until the point came where he was somewhere doable, he should make use of the quiet downtime. As such, he didn’t want to listen to Zanchi discuss how much better Glacin had it than himself today.

No, instead he pulled out his laptop and maximized the tab for the client side of Sgrub. It gave him a clear view of Pallia, already discussing some sort of plan with the reptilians of her dark planet. Ideally, that should mean she’s already collected up some usable grist. Almost everyone else had fought some variant of the imps at this point, herself included. The closer he got her to the First Gate, the sooner he might not have to suffer alone.

But yet, she had hardly any. Nor did he have a convenient way to speak with her, since she was busy. Glacin sent her a message asking where it went and left it at that. She’d answer it when she saw it.

He put his laptop back away with a sigh, closing his eyes. Music, if he could call the cacophonous noise of bagpipes music, played quietly through the speakers as natural light streamed once more through the tinted windows.

“Next up, Renaissance Valley!” the garbled voice announced. The sign flipped to feature what looked like a medieval city out of a cartoon, or pictures from a FLARP game.

At least he would fit in. Best make the most of it.

“Hm. Fuck.”

#31 days of fanstuck #homestuck #the land of blinking lights and amusement #i've went back and forth with how i want his land exactly quest-wise #but i think i've finally solidified it in my mind #my writing #long post

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ladybugastronaut · 6 years

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Habby Birtdoy, Jordan!!

@not-so-innocent-bi-sander was borthed today a million years ago and so i wrote this for her because i lov her (:

whats a tag list? i aint ever heard of her lmao

Tonight was game night. That meant pizza, popcorn, and plenty of video games.

Virgil and Roman had been dating steadily for several years, now. It was a tradition, now, that they would set aside all plans every Sunday and spend the entire day dedicated to them. Just them.

They supposed it wasn’t officially a day to play video games, but it often led there one way or another. Roman Sander’s living room always ended up filled with the sounds of competitive jabs and hearty, victorious laughter. While cuddling was sweet, and watching movies wasn’t unpleasant, nothing solidified their bond more than Roman breaking Virgil’s winning streak after having his ass handed to him in Mario Kart for the fourth time in a row.

“Ha ha! Take that, Jolly Green Giant!” Roman cheered, standing up from the couch after narrowly dodging the blue shell that hit his boyfriend and secured his victory. He tossed the controller to the couch and strutted off to the kitchen with his empty glass and bare plate. “I am victorious!” He shouted over his shoulder, earning nothing more than an amused eye roll from his competitor.

“Nice job, shrimp. Glad to see you raised your win percentage from 0 to 20,” Virgil chuckled, hauling himself up from the cushions and following Roman with his own plate in hand. He swooped in and pressed a kiss to his cheek as he grabbed another slice of pizza, smirking at the dramatic frustration he’d instigated. He knew what would make this better though. “Wanna play Splatoon?” He glanced over his shoulder as he cracked open the Faygo and poured himself another glass.

Roman’s eyes lit up as he spun around, something mischievous glinting in them. “Oh, yes! Yes yes yes, I’ll go set up the other TV.” He rushed away, food left behind as he scurried to grab the tiny monitor in the corner of the room and hook it up next to the sofa. Virgil might have been the best at Mario Kart, but Roman absolutely dominated Splatoon. At least, this is what Virgil assumed was the reason he’d gotten so excited.

When he came back to the living room, he was confronted with half of the furniture shifted, making it so that the main television was facing one arm of the couch, while the little one was on the other side facing the other. This way, their backs would be to each other while they played. This wasn’t… what they usually did…? Frowning in confusion, he set his food down on the coffee table and moved to help Roman drag the larger monitor the rest of the way.

“Uh… whatcha doin…?”

“Oh, I want to try a game mode with you!” Roman began to explain, huffing as he pulled away and let his *much* larger boyfriend deal with the rest of the heavy lifting (though they both knew he was no better suited for it than the other). “I saw people playing hide and seek, where one person inks around the map and hides somewhere and then the other person has to go find and splat them. I figured we could try it?”

Virgil shrugged, grunting as he finally got the television in place, the cord precariously taut. One of them was going to trip over that. And it was going to be him. “I guess so.”

Roman clapped his hands excitedly, jumping onto the couch and starting up the console for the smaller screen. “Okay okay, I’m gonna set it up, just go ahead and wait for me in the friend’s lounge.” He grinned brightly as he rushed through the menus as fast as he could manage, sitting with his legs pulled together crisscross-applesauce style. “I’m gonna hide first, okay?”

Virgil shrugged again, taking his seat on the other cushion. “Sure.” He had to admit, this wasn’t going to be a great position to sit in. He was tall and his back was prone to aching. He hoped Roman didn’t mind if he leaned back against him, because he was definitely going to.

Not much later, the pair were seated in a lobby, Roman picking the map with the largest flat area to ink. “… Shouldn’t we pick one with more hiding spots?” Virgil asked over his shoulder.

“Nah, this one’s perfect.”

“If you say so…”

Roman shifted excitedly as they entered the stage, leaning forward eagerly and ready to race the clock. “Alright, turn your camera around, wait 60 seconds, and then start looking.”

They were silent for a while in concentration, but fifteen seconds into the round, Roman began to monologue. “You know, Virge… I’m so happy you’re in my life,” he laughed gently, nudging the man behind him with his shoulder as he carefully inked the ground. “The day you walked into that bar and saved me, ha! I’d never be the same. I couldn’t imagine a world without you, Bean pole.” Virgil raised an eyebrow, feeling the temptation to turn over his shoulder and ask where this came from, but he let him continue. “You’re the most important thing in the universe, to me. You make me happier than I could have ever been alone…” He paused for a moment as he inked a particular patch on the ground. “I don’t think I could ever let you go. And as the great Beyoncé says…” One last splash of ink and he set his controller down. “… If you like it, you should put a ring on it.”

Virgil’s heart skipped a beat.

Smiling gently, Roman pulled a small box from his pocket. “Look at the map.”

Virgil felt tears rising in his eyes as he pressed x, shaking hands dropping the controller to his lap as he read the words Roman had painted for him.

“Will you marry me?”

He looked to his left and saw his tiny robust pebble on one knee, eyes glistening as he held out the engagement band to his boyfriend. “So… will you?”

Virgil couldn’t find the right words. Nothing, absolutely nothing would be able to express just how much he was in love with this man. He choked out a sob and nodded, immediately scooting off the couch and wrapping his now-fiancé in the tightest hug he’d ever given him.

“Y-Yes.”

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #tvfh #(:

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INKTOBER - 13 - SILENCE

RICCIN KAYATA | 7 SWEEPS / 14 YEARS OLD

TEMASEK, ALTERNIA | 1,196 WORDS

"And she hates my VOICE," you complain, dragging your hands down your face. Your makeup's already ruined for the day, streaked yellow from your tears, so there's no point in keeping your hands off of it now. "Brother, how the fuck she gonna hate my voice?"

Kindra still bats your hands down, though. "Aw, cuz. And c’mon, you look like a raccoon."

His apartment had been the first place you’d fled, after Songla had tossed you out of the recording studio. It’d been just for fun. The Navigressors had dropped you with the musicians soon as you walked in, put a harp in your hand and started teaching you to read music. You’ve never really sang a night in your life, and you’d never been trained for it, but you’d thought it’d be fun to go and dawdle while she worked.

Up until she’d told you to sing a line, and --

You groan, flopping forward, and you bury your face in his lap. Kindra squeaks, but you’re careful! You’re always careful. Your ears drop down low, well away from the skin of his face, and your braid hangs over your shoulders and down, brushing the ground instead of risking his skin. You’re the only motherfucker in the whole academy who’s never so much as set off his psi a flicker, and that’s why you’re the only one with a key to his hive.

And why he lets you go cuddling up on him, the handful of times you feel like you need it. “Your voice is fine,” he says now, dropping his hand carefully on your head. Any other time, he’d probably be biting, but for right now, he just strokes your hair, the silk of his gloves soft enough that it doesn’t even snare. Because of course he is. Kindra knows when the two of you are playing, and when shit’s serious. “It’s not your fault it’s all -”

“Cracking like a motherfucking piece of paper dipped in FayGo and pulled flat?”

“- breaking,” he says. “C’mon. All of ours are. It’s just how it is. Why was she having you sing, anyway? You’re a harpist.”

“Because she said she can’t do a troll that ain’t got song in their soul, or notes in their heart.” You snuffle. He flicks his claw against your horn, just hard enough to ring, not hard enough to properly hurt. “Well, that’s fucking stupid,” he says, firm.

And that’s the thing you like about Kindra. There ain’t nothing for you to dislike about Kindra, if you’re being honest. He’s got a thousand different traits, and you adore all of them, even the ones that seem custom-built to drive you batty - even when he’s getting all hissy over shit he ain’t got no account of hissing over, like you dawdling with Taufik, or when he’s going after every troll that looks his way more’n thrice. But this is what you like best.

He’s sweet and sour, all in one. He’s like one of the ancestor chants, some medley that’s been honed over centuries to knock you down and haul you right the fuck back up. “You’re going to be the best ship in this entire program. What’s your power level now? Eight? That’s way better than hers. And her voice sounds like a cat being run over.”

You roll over to look up at him. Angled like this, there’s scarce any differences between the two of you at all: he’s got the same nose, the same chin, the same mouth. His face’s still rounder, soft on the cheeks where you’re startin’ to get thin, but that’s such a small difference, you don’t mind it none. “Like a meowbeast being run over?” you say, a lump in your throat.

He bobs his head. “Yeah. Haven’t you heard her? Whenever she hits high notes, she starts shrieking. It’s pretty bad - whoa! Why are you crying? Riccin?”

“Because -” The only difference between the two of you’s in your blood, and all of that’s flooding to your face now, as saffron tears roll down your cheeks. You open your mouth to explain, but all that comes out is the most wretched sob you’ve ever mustered. Through the film of liquid, you can see Kindra staring down at you like someone shot his lusus right in front of him, and that -

- it’d be nice if it soothed your tears! All it does is make you take a breath and steady your voice, just long enough to spit out: “What the fuck, Kin, why’s a motherfucker gotta get run over? That’s fucking wretched. Shit’s like - like - the worst way to die! It hurts ‘em the entire time, and then - then - then sometimes they don’t die, and -”

You hiccup. He blinks at you, eyes wide. “Holy shit, Riccin,” he says, like you’re a marvel, and then he reaches out tentatively. He places his hand on your face, gentle as snow.

His palm squishes into the end of your nose. His fingers curl over your eyes. It’s fucking bizarre, that’s what it is, and you stop crying with one last hiccuping gasp of outrage, because you have no fucking idea what to do with it. Least he’s got silk on, so it doesn’t ruin what’s left of your face. But you still only let it last a moment before you go and smack his hand away and jolt up in a pile of outrage. “Kin! What the fuck?”

“Uh,” he says, his face flooding yellow. He’s got a queer, guilty look on his face, like he’s the most wretched kind of teal, and you just stole the coins out from under his snout. “Look -”

“Are you trying to fucking murder me?” you yowl. “I come to you, on my goddamn hands and knees, talkin’ about all the ways this motherfucker has done me fucking wrong, and you swing in here, eyeing up my greatest goddamn show, and say: nah, motherfucker, your ticket needs to be punched?”

He’s not protesting. Your ears flip up, even as you curl your lip, scrubbing at your eyes like an afterthought. Right now, you don’t have the mind for crying, not when outrage’s coursing through your veins like venom. He’s the worst, your brother, and you love him for it. “That’s rotten.”

Kindra blinks at you. His face’s gone all saffron, only a shade off from yours, and you don’t know what the fuck he’s gonna say.

Up until he rolls his eyes, his stubby-ass eared flipping back, and he sneers at you. “I wasn’t trying to fucking kill you,” he protests. “I just got curious and wondered, like, if your nose’s really as flat as it looks.”

“Your nose’s flatter!”

“Nah,” he says, regaining his confidence. “I’m pretty sure yours is an actual pug.”

You yowl at him, inarticulate, and he curls his lip back at you, his mouth twisting in the start of a grin. A moment ago, you’d been practically howling. You’d thought that was what you wanted.

But that doesn’t matter, does it? You came to Kindra - and like always, he seems to figure out what you’d actually needed.

#fool's gold #[prose]#[drabbles]#riccin kayata #WE CONTINUE #we're playing loose and fast with these prompts x)

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