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The beautiful cd album that didn’t take 3 years to make because of unfortunate circumstances, long lines, and rebellious technology!

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Creature Feature Pesterlog

The little creatures from the one shot are so silly that I was compelled to show my love for them by making them into Homestuck. It's a love language.

If you're so inclined, we have the first part of the oneshot up on the youtube channel! also while this conversation was IRL so the format shouldn't be a pesterlog, I went through the trouble of making them chumhandles and I wanted to display them.

Murcus: vampiricAxiom

B0-N3R: electricErection

Spencer: mammalianNormality

Mire: penumbraPhantasm

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Month long hiatus this might actually kill us

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Thursday gone and past without a new upload...

thats what i would say if we weren't pulling up with a ONESHOTTTT

This is to temporarily tide us over until we can get back to Almedia and Wellspring

Hope you enjoy! we certainly had fun making it

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Welcome to the world EvilSlop AU. Everyone is the worst possible version of themselves except for Cain

we are in tears talking about this it’s SO BAD

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bird spotted. Mourning dove? Spotted dove perhaps?

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HUGE ROUND ONE ON MY TRAMPOLINE!!!

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Assorted Wrens

I’m normal about him thumbs up emoji

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Diceswap

what if we had dice but they were swapped! Kai Laurier, Marina Whitlock, Iniko Nightingale, and Cain Corbin. They’re definitely the ogs.

Colored misc Cain Corbin also because I loave him!

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Its okay.... our solutution is coming up with copious amounts of AUs.... and posting about them....

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Month long hiatus this might actually kill us

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another bombshell HAS hit the groupchat look at my daughter

Other LAME au design concepts under the cut. I suppose. 😒 -🧪

a hot new bombshell (new au) has entered the villa (the groupchat)

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Also. another thing I'm working on. Trying (key word "trying") to make Nora in Blender. I don't have any 3D modelling experience so it's been,,,a slow process (help.)

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Uh. Sneak peak of a draft thing I'm working on?

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Damian Wanye stuns in new action film

FEATURING: Beckett Atticus, Kai Laurier, Damian Wayne

WRITERS: 🌸, 🩸, ✨, 💎

Beckett and Kai were walking together down the busy school hallway, on their way to one of many student council meetings. Beckett Atticus, top of her class at Monarch Academy with a flair for the dramatic and known for her work as head of the student council. Kai Laurier, a weird loner who was roped into being the treasurer by Beckett. Together they make up a strange yet dynamic duo.

"Hey, did you hear the news?" Beckett smiles and leans forward a little while walking. "A new transfer student is going to be joining our class. I heard he's the son of an eccentric billionaire who sent him here as a kind of boarding school." She's absentmindedly blabbering about all the rumors she has heard about this mysterious new student.

"Oh. A billionaire, huh?" Kai deadpans. "I wonder what he's like."

"Really? You're actually INTERESTED in something?" Beckett giggles. "That's not like you, Laurier." Kai doesn't say anything, just continues to walk silently down the hall.

Beckett is the first to open the door to the student council meeting room. There, sitting in the head chair (BECKETT'S chair), is a small boy with black spiky hair. "Who the HELL are you!?" Beckett yells.

The boy tuts in disapproval. "The new student council president."

A moment passes.

Then another.

Kai looks over at Beckett. Her eyes are wide, mouth agape. Kind of like a fishy… Kai thinks to himself. "The NEW-? The-? What? No, you're not. I'm the president of the student council. That hasn't- what?"

The boy- wait. Is he only nine? Why is a nine year old in a high school?- crosses his arms unimpressed. Kai glances over to the gathering of students sitting quietly in their seats. They seem almost… concerningly well behaved.

Kai squints.

Are those knives pinning down their clothes…?

The actual 9 year old sniffs. "The masses have agreed that my lead is best. They were resistant at first, of course, but they saw reason. Your lead was adequate, they said. It's not your fault that I'm more qualified for the role."

Beckett and Kai turn to look at each other while the kid continues monologuing about his 'experience' in the 'world of leadership' and how he, as the 'son of the Demon', has been preparing for a moment like this his 'entire life'. Beckett mouths the words 'what the fuck' while Kai points over his shoulder at the students pinned to their seats.

"-And, furthermore-"

"Okay, that's enough!" Beckett sighs. She looks absolutely exhausted. "I appreciate your�� enthusiasm, but you can't decide these things on your own."

"I didn't. I asked the group at large, defended my piece when they disagreed, until they saw my point."

Kai and Beckett glance at each other again. Holy shit, they thought in unison. This is going to take all fucking day.

"Um. Do you know what democracy means?" Beckett asked carefully, turning back to the nine year old.

"Of course I do! I'm not an imbecile! Democracy is a form of government in which political power is ves-" He started going on, before being interrupted by Kai.

"We don't need a definition. We all know what it is." He said, his voice still deadpan. "But since the student council is a democracy, I don't believe it's fair for the voters to have maybe been… intimidated into making a vote."

The Nine Year Old scrunched his face and turned up his nose. "Unbelievable! I gave them a fair vote-"

"Well, did you let them vote anonymously?" Beckett interrupted this time, using her gentle parenting voice. "Because that's how we typically do it here."

"Well, no, but-"

"Did you at least give them options that weren't you?" Kai asked as well. The nine year old finally actually seemed considerate.

"Alright. You two have made fair points. I see why you were the previous student council president…" Spikey small child said. "Okay. Fight me on it then."

Both Beckett and Kai paused at this. "What!?" "What."

"Fight me! The first one to back down is the loser, and the winner is the president!" He exclaimed, standing up on the chair to get closer to Beckett's eye level. He pointed a knife at her (Where did he get that?)

Kai moved slightly in front of her instinctually. He couldn't let someone he cared of get injured over such a meaningless thing. He was about to speak when Beckett put her hand on his shoulder.

"It'll be fine. I can take him on, probably." She assured.

"He's got a knife." Kai stressed, glancing slightly at the nine year old waiting for an answer.

"He's like. Nine. It can't be that difficult to take him on?" Beckett said, turning back to the child. "Alright, little man. I accept your game. May the best fighter win." She said, gently pushing Kai to the side as he looked at her in disbelief.

Barely a second had past when Kai heard an ear-deafening scream. He turns to Beckett, only to see that bastard of a nine year old had already stabbed her!

"This is it", he thought. Beckett needed him, and Kai wasn't one to sit on the sidelines as his only friend was lowkey eating shit against some nine year old.

As the child raises his arm in the air, preparing to strike Beckett once more, Kai kicks his legs, sending stumbling to the ground.

"OOOWWWWWWWW! OW! OW! OW! OWWIE!!!! THAT REALLY HUR-". The child looks back at Kai, who stares at him judgementally. "I mean-uh, it would appear you caught me in a moment off-guard. Swift move on your part, but you are not in this competition correct? Or has a new challenger entered the arena?".

Kai merely rolls his eyes, giving Beckett a chance to pull herself up. She makes her way to the knife, strewn across the floor. She winces with each and every movement.

the child notices what she's doing, and makes a beeline for it. But he's too late.

"Kai! Catch!".

The knife soars in an arc, landing right in Kais hands. He walks up to the child, brandishing it.

"Hey, hey. We're all adults here" says the child, so clearly far from adulthood (or even puberty for that matter). "We can be civilized I'm sure. No need for this-".

Kai picks up the kid, and carries him outside the meeting room.

"I'm pretty sure this counts as you being defeated. So can you like, get out. These meetings run pretty long, and I'd like to get home before-"

"Well, just make them shorter then", says the child.

"huh".

"Just make them shorter, you are the president now after all."

Kai takes a second to process that information, as the child skitters away like a funny little creature. The voice of another brings him back to reality

"Kai!". Beckett runs up to him, hugging him tightly. Good job class president!"

"And for my first order of business", Kai begins as he hugs her back.

"I announce Beckett Atticus, as class president!"

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Two Vigilantes and a Pop Idol walk into a bar…

FEATURING: Atlas Nightingale, Hatsune Miku, Tim Drake

WRITERS: 🩸, 💎, 🌸, ✨

"On your left! No, damn it, your other left!" ATLAS NIGHTINGALE presses his fingers against the comm in his ear swearing under his breath at the sight of his teammate, FROSTBITE, just barely ducking underneath a spray of bullets.

An hour and a half ago, the receptionist at the Agency informed them of a gathering of gang-unaffiliated villains occurring later that night. Allegedly, they possessed some kind of transdimensional teleportation device that the Agency wanted to get their hands on. It was still in progress, so such an unstable weapon in the hands of the enemy was obviously a concern that needed to be addressed in one way… or another.

Atlas grits his teeth as he watches the surveillance footage of his team in combat. He couldn't join the fray, having already suffered too many wounds to be of any use, but he wasn't going to be completely useless as he watched from a distance.

But, of course, as fate would have it, he didn't end up noticing a lone grunt having broken off from the group, looming behind him…

…And, to make things easier, that's how Atlas Nightingale found himself staring down the faces of… a guy wearing a traffic light colored suit and the world's worst semi-bowlcut and… a cyan anime girl?

The cyan anime girl opened her mouth, but traffic light boy beat her to the punch.

"Hey man, so this is real awkward, like I reallllllyy don't want to have to do this I prommy but-".

The cyan girl, seemingly out of nowhere, brings out a sack, big enough to fit a human or two - or perhaps one Atlas (Nightingale) Laurier.

Within a second, Atlas' vision becomes obscured. Seeing nothing but darkness, he begins to kick and yell.

"Tim, how do we get him to shut up??" He won't stop- OW!"

"Just fucking miku miku beam him bro i don't know! What the fuck do you want from me???"

"Maybe some LEADERSHIP from the self-proclaimed LEADER! Maybe something like THAT!"

"Shut your damn mouth Miku. You're just jealous Batman trusted ME with the device and not YOU!".

"And where is the device now Tim, huh?!?", yelled Miku.

"God damn it Miku shut the hell up! Once we get this meat mound to the boss we can take care of it! Just shove him in will you"?.

Atlas feels himself being shoved into a small container. And then a close.

Atlas can hear the conversation going on in the truck that hes been shoved into. "Really, I don't know why he wanted this guy so bad. I mean, kidnapping is kind of a villain thing? I don't want to be a villain, Miku." "Shut it, Drake." Miku takes a drag of her cigar and flicks the ash out the window of the moving car. "Just drive." "Miku I'm 13 years old."

Atlas takes a moment to assess his situation. He could just let them take him to wherever they're taking him. Maybe he would die. Really, that wouldn't be that bad. Unless it's like torture and stuff? That's probably pretty bad? Though, it's not the worst. He can probably handle it. Yeah, he can. It's better than living every day in agony, hoping that the next day will never come. At least now he can be certain that it won't.

In his suicidal musings, he fails to realize that his comms are still fully active. FROSTBITE has been hearing the entire conversation in his ear and is currently trying to locate Atlas. Or, well, forcing someone else to do that. He's busy.

Eventually, the car pulls to a halt, and he's being lifted out of the vehicle. They walk with him for a while before stopping abruptly and setting the sack down. They let Atlas free, where he's greeted by a familiar face. It's Batman. (Hold for applause.)

"Good work, Tim." Batman nods approvingly at the small child. He smiles and blushes a little bit. Atlas is deeply confused. "Atlas, you must be confused why I sent for you." Batman's gravelly voice echoes in the hollow Batcave. "Uh, yeah, a bit." "The Justice League needs your help, Atlas. Together with Robin and Miku, you must assist the League."

Miku lights up another cigar. "Work with him? He's no good for the League. We didn't even struggle with him." Miku coughs from the smoke.

"Watch it, Miku." Batman says. Atlas thinks he might be dead and is hallucinating all of this, but it's fucking real.

"Um. No I think Miku might be right with this one." Atlas said, staring wide eyed at the assortment in front of him. "I- I don't think I'll be of any help to the Justice League."

Atlas was still still sitting on the floor, simply looking up. Batman shook his head. "No. There's a good reason that I searched for you specifically." He said, turning around and heading to the Bat-Computer, cape bellowing even without wind.

Batman pulled up a large chart with diagrams that made Atlas's head spin. Miku and Tim Drake walking forward to stand beside him. "Listen to what I'm telling you now. I've spent years perfecting a multiversal person teleportal to be able to create a group that was perfectly balanced and made to fight anyone, at any time."

The computer scrolled through a list, the diagram spinning rapidly as it searched for something. Atlas saw it bring up some profiles, showing both the Small Child, and Hatsune Miku in a mugshot-like image. "It spat out, these two, luckily from my own universe." Batman explained, with Tim Drake and Miku waving.

"But it also spit out a person from another universe." Batman said as the computer scrolled rapidly again. "It picked you. Atlas Laurier." Batman said, turning dramatically as the screen showed Atlas's own face.

Atlas opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even say a word, Miku spoke up. "Yeah! Now we all get to personally help the Justice League!" She said, punching the air.

"Um. My last name isn't Laurier…" Atlas said, standing up slowly. His legs were wobblily from interdimensional travel. "It's Nightingale."

The three looked surprised at what Atlas said, before Miku pointed accusingly at Robin.

"This is YOUR FAULT!!! You we're meant to be the leader!!!!"

"My fault?? What did I do?! You're the one who messed up the device"

"YEAH??? WELL YOU-"

"KIDS. STOP." Everyone stopped. "Just… Just send him back…" Batman said quietly, sounding defeated.

Suddenly white light filled Atlas's vision.

Atlas Nightingale woke up in a puddle of his own blood, surrounded by his teammates. Two of them didn't look particularly worried, and one was intensely focusing on him.

"Oh god. Dogma, are you alright?" The one bent over him asked, her voice strained with concern.

"He'll literally be fine. He's all fixed up now." FROSTBITE said, checking his nails. There was blood under them that Atlas was 90% sure was actually his from the giant puddle of blood under him.

"Uhm. Yeah. I'm fine. I-" Atlas hissed as he tried moving his body. Everything felt tense and achy. "I just had the craziest dream."

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The graveyard scene (But worse)

FEATURING: Kai Nightingale, Wren Atticus, Cain Corbin

WRITERS: 💎, ✨, 🩸, 🌸

Kai enters the graveyard, dull and reaking of death. He takes a step, and then another, forcing himself forward. Finding himself in front of the tomb, he forces himself to look up:

"Willow Farhner".

It had been a year since her death. He had hoped some of the pain would have alleviated by now, but his grief was relentless. Tears threaten to break through, but he blinks, and forces them back into confinement. He was here to pay his respects, and nothing more - anything else would be far too painful.

A few minutes pass, before he realizes he's not alone. In the corner of his eye sits a young boy, a few graves away. Curly hair and glasses, he places flowers in front of two different graves. Kai thinks he hears crying.

He sat down between the two graves. Well, sat was not the correct term as it seemed like he simply fell to his knees and stayed there. Kai could just barely make out the slight movement in the boy's shoulders as he cried.

Kai doesn't know how long he had been sitting there watching this familiar stranger cry at these graves. He had never seen this person here before, despite coming here almost every day for the first few months.

Something in Kai forces him to stand up. He starts to move forward before looking at the entrance of the graveyard. A figure stands waiting for him, a friend he had met not too long ago through one of his coworkers. He gave a slight nod before he kept walking towards the figure.

"Hey, man… You alright? Haven't uh… Haven't seen you here before." He said, extremely awkwardly. The boy turned to him, and despite the red-rimmed eyes and never before seen glasses, Kai managed to recognize him. "Oh fuck!" He jumped back slightly as Cain did the same, hastily wiping his eyes.

"Oh- uh- hey- uh- hi. I. What are you- No that's a stupid question. Um… Didn't. Didn't expect to see you here." Cain managed to say, his words jumbling a bit together. Kai managed to get a closer look at the gravestones, they were a pair that hadn't been cleaned in what seems like ages. Nor had he ever seen anyone put flowers by them. Kai had kinda assumed that they were abandoned.

The two existed in silence together, neither really sure what to say. They weren't really that close together, existing on the same team, sometimes arguing, but they don't know much of each other outside of their vigilante personas.

"Oh. Um. I'm here to visit a friend." Kai mumbled

Cain shifts awkwardly where he sits. "O-oh, uh…" he rubs the back of his neck. "I'm… sorry."

Kai lets out an uncomfortable cough. "Uh, yeah, sorry to uh… you, too." The words leave his mouth and the conversation comes to a close. A stuffy, persistent silence hangs in the air, and-

And, damn. Kai doesn't really want to be the one doing all this emotional bonding shit, but… But, well. He told himself he would try and be… better. For her. For himself. So, with an achy breath, he works himself up to utter, soft and sorrowful, "who, uh, are you here for?"

Cain lets out a jagged, ugly laugh, one that's less from genuine amusement and more uncomfortably forced out of him. "Uh, my, uh. My parents."

Kai doesn't need to say anything. The words linger in the air between them as they gaze down at those forgotten, moss-ridden slabs. Well- forgotten to all but one person, it seems.

"Isn't it funny?" Kai begins, and hey, he's getting better at that. Making that first step. "They're right next to each other. Almost like you were always meant to crash our mission."

Cain blinks. Maybe, Kai thinks, this isn't the best time to make a joke, but Cain doesn't seem to take it to heart. In fact, he seems almost-?

"Kind of a shitty destiny." He wheezes this time, something more sincere.

The silence that falls between them isn't as thick, anymore. The skies are still looming with a storm on the horizon, but light still flickers through the gaps.

It's nice.

Kai turns, and Cain is gone, and he feels like a weight's lifted off his chest. Maybe things are looking up, he thinks to himself as he walks through the cemetery gates.

And, in the distance, a cold, magical boygirl stares into the sunset. "I, too, am in this fic."

THE END.

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Multiversal madness

FEATURING: Nora Whitlock, Nora Malificicum, Cain Maleficium

WRITERS: ✨, 🌸, 💎, 🩸

"Why… uh- why are there two small children here." Nora Whitlock said out loud to herself. In front of her were 2 children, one who looked suspiciously like her at 14, and one who looked a little familiar, like she had encountered him before.

Mini Nora looked up at her, her eyes sparkling as she stepped forward. She managed to grab onto the front of Nora's jacket, tugging slightly. "Woah… you look… so cool…" Mini Nora said, inspecting Nora, and not letting go even when she tried to pull back.

The other child look confused between the two, his eyebrows furrowed together as he pouted his lip, pulling out a gadget from his pockets. He waved it around, "This is weird. I don't think we should be here." He said, his voice squeaking. It was only when he spoke that Nora recognized him. It's that 14 year old vigilante that for some reason has gotten really attached to her teammate Dogma. He said his name was like. Cain or something?

Cain continued wandering around a bit, staying close to the other two. "You look like Jaded Jewel… you both do. But you aren't dressed like her…" He said, still confused. His small device showed some red dots.

"Jaded Jewel? Who's that?" Mini Nora asked, turning her head back and tilting it to the side. "I'm Gilded Gem."

Cain fidgets with the device in his hands some more, turning the dials on it that expel a high-pitched screeching noise. Nora and Nora wince at the sound. "Okay. What the hell is going on?" Nora shouts, looking between the two. Mini Nora just shrugs.

Cain seems to completely ignore Nora's question. "This is really interesting." He taps a small screen on the device. "I think there might have been some kind of rift in the space-time continuum. People from other timelines and universes are being pulled into the Alpha timeline. I need to tell the others!" Cain pulls out a cellphone and goes to sit on his couch, texting the vigilante group chat he had made with the members of Bad Luck Squad.

It's only now that both the Noras are able to take in the room. Gadgets and gizmos aplenty lay strewn around the room. There are oil stains on every surface, and a strange boxy machine with a large screen in the corner that hums dully. Mini Nora suddenly gets a realization. "Wait… isn't this my secret hangout room? What did you do to it?"

Cain smiles, giddy with the excitement of something strange happening. "Well, maybe in your universe this is a hangout for you. But in this universe, its my secret lab."

Mini Nora stares at Cain, stunned. "A secret lab? Woah! That's so cool!". Stars form in her eyes as she bounces around the room, taking in all the whozits and whatsits galore.

Cain smiles to himself, appreciative of mini Noras interest. After sending his text, he cracks his knuckles, getting ready to explain every piece of machinery in an unnecessarily elaborate amount of detail. "Well you see-"

"So what's this about there being an interruption in the 'time-space continuum'?".

"Ah yes, yes I should probably elaborate on that. Well you see-".

A quiet knock rings in his ear.

"Uh, Cain? It's me, Atlas. and uh, Nora's here with me too. You said there was an emergency? Are you okay?"

Cain practically jumps off from the couch, and makes a beeline to his door, opening it probably as fast as a fourteen year old can.

"Atlas do I really need to be here? I don't have time for Cain and his stupid nerd toys. I really don't-"

Nora Nightingale looks in awe, at someone who appears to be an exact clone of her. For a moment, she wonders if its her, but the shape of her face and the length of her hair give it away. Another Nora, right in front of her"

"Oooh! You're dress is so pretty!! I like these little ties" Exlaims mini nora.

"what the fuck" says nora

Atlas, who apparently isn't Dogma, but who apparently is ripped now, and who apparently isn't Shepherd, looks from Nora, to Nora, to Nora, to Cain. And promptly steps back outside. And shuts the door.

"Nooo! Come back! We need all the help we can get!" Cain exclaims, waving his arms around. Not-Dogma Not-Shepherd Still-Atlas does not respond.

Cain sighs and shakes his head. "Okay, um… if he's not going to help, does anyone here know anything about creating rifts in the space time continuum?"

Nora Nightingale blinks.

Nora Maleficium and Nora Whitlock raise their hands.

"What the fuck?!" Nightingale squawks. "Why do they know-"

Cain stands up taller, puffing out his chest, a twinkle in his eyes, and exclaims: "Alright! Then let's get this show on the road!"

Nora Nightingale watches on in dumbfounded, uncomprehending anger (and fury. and frustration. and insecurity. and, damn, deep down, a little bit of fascination, like god, this is kind of cool, except wait, why do THEY get to know all this stuff, damn it!?). The two… other Noras are throwing around big, scientific-sounding words that probably weren't actually real until the time came that a 14 year old would have to transport two alternate universe versions of the girl who hates him back to their respective universes.

Hours turn into days turn into weeks. The alternate Noras and Cain see Nightingale leave, rarely showing her face again unless Cain needed to consult "reinforcements", in which her teammates, Not-Shepherd Not-Dogma Still-Atlas and… Nora Whitlock was particularly perturbed at this one, a Beckett Whitlock. When he'd been looming over their heads, Nora Whitlock couldn't erase the image of the cold, weird herbalist psychopath from her brain. At least he seems… tame, here.

(Nora Whitlock and Mini Nora had worried, at first, that the Maleficiums would worry about the two strangers that appeared in Cain's room. Whitlock had been concocting a lie in her head when he said, word for word: "No no it's fine they're from an AU! Or, AUs. Multiple! I've got it don't worry!")

Finally, after longer than any of them wanted, their magnum opus was completed. In front of them stood an impressive feat of machinery and genius: their very own Space-Time-Continuum-Rifter.

Mini Nora had been the one to pen the name.

And so, after several tearful goodbyes and promises to meet again, Mini Nora and Nora Maleficium were returned to their home universes.