#Vanta After Dark

[izzylimon]

source: Children of the Night https://www.instagram.com/childrenofthenight9/ track: Vanta After Dark - Another Night of Rain 🦇

[tired-gay-wreck9]

dude, what if karkat didn't help rose's alcoholism in game over because of gamzee?

I think there's also the alien aspect of it, that he doesn't get human culture, but

rose just got into consuming a substance that makes her happier and more lighthearted instead of the serious godtier great fighter she normally is

gamzee got into consuming a substance that made him happier and more lighthearted instead of the angry highblood great fighter he is during murderstuck

when gamzee stopped consuming the substance he killed two people, because of that past experience I doubt karkat would be jumping at the bit to have rose stop consuming the substance

I doubt he was 100% convinced that rose would turn into gamzee without alcohol, but gamzee probably played a factor

also, rose / gamzee parallels? both struggled with addiction, had absent parents, both have extensive knowledge of stuff, were upper class, purple

[thewertsearch]

And now we have to deal with this motherfucker.

It’s probable that Scratch knew things would play out like this, which means this message was always intended for Karkat.

...it's probable that that's the case, but there's always a slight possibility that we're in one of his dark pockets. If so, then Karkat wasn't supposed to see this message, and might be about to learn something Scratch doesn't want him to know.

Mr. Vantas.

Dang it.

I'm delivering this message through the console of one of my numerous unwitting proteges to give you a word of advice, and then you will not hear from me again.

Characteristically unhelpful - and in fact, it might not refer to either of Eridan's victims. We still have Tavros's corpse to deal with, and I'm sure there'll be more bodies hitting the floor before the day is out.

All of the bodies in the room remain as they were. There is clearly nothing to be concerned about whatsoever.

Feferi has an eldritch connection through the Horrorterrrors, and they could probably pull some dark magical shenanigans to get her body moving again. I think that's unlikely, though, since Feferi's ghost is active in the Dream Bubbles, and I don't think she'd actually want to be revived. After all, she's go a job to do.

I'm still convinced that Kanaya's coming back, but it's hardly going to happen while our back is turned. We're out of Kernelsprites, so she can't be prototyped - and we can't use her Dream Moon Slab, if it even exists, because Prospit's been destroyed by Jack.

Frankly, I can't think of a single realistic way to revive her short of time travel, and that's not a road we want to go down. I'm really trying not to think about what that might mean.

I guess that leaves Tavros.

There's definitely something going on with him that we don't understand. He was about to smooch Vriska before she stopped him, and the Breath symbolism surrounding the act makes me think it was more than just a typical Dream Self revival kiss. He has a hidden power, and that power seems to kick in when someone's dying.

Could Tavros be a little less dead than we've been led to believe? It's possible - his arc doesn't scan as complete to me. He'd only obtained the merest shred of confidence before Vriska brought him fatally down to earth, and I think there are still many interesting places you could take his character.

CG: THERE YOU ARE, YOU HAD ME WORRIED DUDE […] CG: QUIT THE BULLSHIT PARTYCLOWN ANTICS AND GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE. […] TC: shut up. CG: WHAT… TC: I SAID SHUT THE MOTHERFUCK UP, MOTHERFUCKER. TC: honk honk honk :o)

Gamzee’s rocking a new quirk. He’s still swapping cases, but they’re alternating every message rather than every character, as though his mind is less scrambled than it used to be.

Could this be how he talks when he's off the slime? He already seems more aware than before, and his grumpiness evokes a hangover - but he's honking more than he used to, which is the opposite of what I'd expect if he was sober.

CG: SERIOUSLY, GET BACK HERE NOW, AND HAVE A SLIME PIE TO RELAX OR SOMETHING. TC: SLIME? TC: there is no more slime, brother. TC: AND ANYWAY. TC: shit was motherfuckin poison, didn't you know?

Yup. It looks like Gamzee’s gone cold featherbeast.

It's not a great time for this to happen, but it's not like we can stop it now. I highly doubt Gamzee was forward-thinking enough to reproduce his pies through alchemy, and things are a little too tense right now to try getting clever with an Appearifier. For better or worse, his supply has dried up for the foreseeable future.

So now, for the first time, we're interacting with a Gamzee who isn't out of his mind on soporifics. His shift in personality is already pretty drastic, and I'm interested in seeing what the real Gamzee is like.

[pointless-discourse]

homestuck characters as related to trans stuff

head canon

JOHN EGBERT

closeted repping tgirl who will likely not realize she's trans until after 16

avoids mirrors, unhappy with appearance but tries to avoid looking at it

gets dressed in the dark

once she comes out she's gonna dress like the most hideous anime girl for the first few months

like goes HAM

her fav nerd shirts paired with a weird fucking skirt but eventually it looks really good just because of how much time she spends on it now that she likes how she looks

DAVE STRIDER

cool cis guy that will respect the pronouns

will treat people the same regardless of transness

goes down the transfem nonbinary any pronouns route in mid 20s

unfathomably chill

JADE HARLEY

divisive subject. either cool nerdy tgirl or closeted trans guy

tgirl jade puts a lot of effort into dressing for the sake of mirrors

doesn't necessarily look GOOD (ultranerd furry island social recluse) but she looks intresting

however tgirl jade doesn't voicetrain and not only is her voice kinda clocky but also very hoarse from lack of use

closeted transguy/transmasc nonbinary jade is very online and performative feminine stuff until he realizes in his late teens he's trans

does not learn what trans is until late teens, very in sheltered parts of the internet despite being very online

was out online years before he came out irl

third option: chill cis girl who, during

ROSE LALONDE

terf

no hate to rose she is one of my top three characters in all of homestuck but she is very terf vibes

she spends a lot of time "debating" with trans people online (harassment) and frequents a lot of terf forums

i think that after a few years of earth c and maybe meteorstuck she grows past it and eventually to her it's not a fight she's proud to be the lead general of but a phase she's really embarassed of, much like her other silly 13 year old traits

i also really like tgirl rose, not for character basis but i think its cool and i (obviously) love trans headcanons

KARKAT VANTAS

i am very divided between ftm and cis guy.

cis guy karkat is cool, he's very much just some guy who's comfortable in his "girly" hobbies and, while isn't really tied into his physical appearance, isn't dysphoric and is just a little insecure

however: humanstuck karkat will always be trans in my mind, just for the persecution bit, although i would also buy ethnically-middle-eastern adopted into a white american family karkat

he'd be a truscum or just kinda shitty to nonpassing trans people i think, we've seen how many alternian empire boots he licks so conforming to the status quo as a pick-me minority is not above him

again i think he would grow out of it in his later teen years/early 20s (like in the comic) but i don't ever see humanstuck karkat escaping the eternal shame that kind comes with being trans

ARADIA MEDIG0

ily weird unnerving tgirl aradia she is like so that to me. she reminds me of the boymoder NEET memes i see chronically online trans girls on reddit posting

but also i do equally enjoy weird girlboss cis girl aradia

either way she is far too etheral to be bothered with gender stuff

like you could come out to her with sixteen hard to pronounce xenos, pass so badly you unearth masculinity/feminity so prominent it burns to the touch, and she would not give a single fuck. and she would never mess up with pronouns and shit

tAVROS nITRAM

i see her as a hardcore deep deep in the closet repper tgirl as like a core part of my interpretations and yet i can never imagine her coming out

like i just see her boymoding forever

not really? like i think it would happen eventually i just can't visualize it

hypothetically i could see her being one of those cool goth girls named lilith but it seems very removed from the original starting point

2OLLUX CAPTOR

repping tgirl or amab nonbinary or just plain cis

either way still horrifically greasy and that will never change

there is no self reflection that will even vaguely incentivize sollux to maintain his hygeine

:33< NEPETA LEJION

cis girl

maybe comes out as ftm in 20s? if trans, i could also see nepeta repping till death

like just a weird cis girl who is like "oh, you're trans? just like in my warrior cats rp discord server!"

again, gives more of a fuck about gender than aradia but it is close

she just cares if you will listen to her talk about her ships and art

nepeta is the type of person where it might take her a while get the new name and stuff right

"HER PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM!"

but she would be your staunch defender

KANAYA MARYAM

eh? nothing strong here, i don't really have a hc for her

but there is a lot of mtf symbolism in the comic and i do enjoy that

like a socially awkward youngshit who's not out to many people because she can't really bring herself to correct people in public but still has a really passing voice even after first coming out

bad facial dysphoria

do like her as intersex. feels right

TEREZI PYROPE

nonbinary

no genders, all the genders, new genders, old primal genders, everything

both simultaneously afab and amab but not intersex?

the living embodiment of androgyny

probably has a very long list of neos/xenos but is any pronouns

you cannot misgender her. hes too cool.

VRISKAAAAAAAA SERK8!!!!!!!!

transgirl transgirl transgril

literally not even a headcanon at this point vriska is a trans girl and that is that!!!!!!!!

if you disagree im kickng your ass so hard it comes out of your mouth. your days are numbered and that number is 0. (not 8 :( )

EQUIUS

option one: cis gymbro chaser.

he sleeps with trans men to steal their t shots

in the streets he'll occasionally say the weird shit but i know he'd be crankin his hog to futa/cuntboy shit by night

option two: trans girl

never comes out because of insecurity but indulges in long hair and the occasional skirt in private and then feels really bad about it

option three: insane roided trans man

t gave him big muscles and big sex drive

option three poiont 5.

racist sexist homophobic nonbinary

like drops the most despicable shit in conversation and finsihes it off with "my pronouns are actually they/them), like one of those nazi femboys

GAMZEE MAKARA

does not gaf

cis (? idk) guy who is fine with any pronouns and crossdresses for fun

i guess not technically cis? but still identifies as a man when it comes down to it. like barely guy

FEFERI PEIXIES

cis girl who is a little infantilizing

if you're transfem she will give you makeup tips

but still a little hugboxy

"oh no you totally pass even though you're 8'100 and have a full beard! women come in all shapes and sizes!" (not shitting on the made up trans girl here, passing is fucking hard and it has no bearing on personal worth)

JANE CROCKER

jane is a repping/closeted trans man and you can pry this from my cold dead hands

the mustache? the projection onto only male figures?

also i think its fun with jane's ties to the girls-only fuchsiablood club that he ends up a dude

also st4t janeroxy my beloved

DIRK STRIDER

gonna be honest here no strong leanings

i am a firm believer that estrogen would save her but i dont really think of dirk as anywhere on the gender spectrum

maybe just cis dirk? i could buy cis dirk

JAKE ENGLISH

one one hand i would like the transmasc rep being not restricted to hairless twinks and i would enjoy ftm jake that way

transmasc nonbinary jake is an insane concept to me but i do find myself intrested

a little iffy on the trans headcanons (especially transmasc) because a big part of the concept of jake english is that he's a big strong man who takes on the literary role of an objectified girl character and having him be

ROXY LALONDE

ex twinkhon femboy now BDD gigapassoid

literally one of the most gorgeous trans women you will ever meet

creating e substitutes in her laboratory since age 12

again not even those most immersed in trans culture and the ways of clocking would be able to tell thats how good she is

her speaking patterns hail solely from those cutesy minecraft/unboxing youtubers she religiously watched as a small child

however she is fully convinced that she doesn't pass for shit so she believes that every genuine complement and people treating her like a woman is just them being nice

she'll attempt to boymode and go "stealth" in scenarios where she doesn't want to be visibly trans but it fucking backfires because everyone assumes she's ftm

DIRK STRIDER

trans man with literally no basis because my dirk-themed friend is also a trans man

4channer transman robotics nerd dirk my beloved

DAMARA MEGIDO

transfem ig? or cis woman

very girl adjacent

idk i dont think about the dancestors much

RUFIOH NITRAM

cis man

MAYBE trans man

i am also cool with that

MITUNA CAPTOR

cis man

MAYBE transfem nonbinary

KANKRI VANTAS

trans man because very few cis men were tumblr "SJW"s

and he reminds me of of some chronically online trans guys i used to hang around

also hes very fuckign petite and girls and feminend and twinky dinky and im just projecting my dysphoria onto him sorrie kankri fans

MEULIN LEJION

cis fujo girl

when she discovered trans men she was like 'YAAAAAS MPREG'

will respect your pronouns and shit but is VERY HORNY

lowkey chaser that will also date cis people

PORRIM MARYAM

two choices: cool goth transbian or lesbian terf

cool goth transbian is the nice one. first off, she looks a lot like some transfem transition goals ive seen online.

second, cool feminist could also be trans rights and trans people are kinda forced into being political

third, being flat as a board could also be interpreted as her just not having tits (tho she does seem like the type to DIY HRT)

TERF porrim (correct): first, a lot of "feminists" turn out to be bitchy to trans people

second, her activism for groups she's a part of and groups she likes is good, but she really infantilizes kankri, and considering that's the beforan equivalent of hemoracism, if trans people didn't fit her motto she would not hesitate to shit on them

LATULA PYROPE

cis girl. maybe she/they

ARANEA SERKET:

trans girl serkets trans girl serkets

would also buy cis girl that makes you wonder if she's actually a repressed ftm because some of her actions are a littttttttle suspicious

HORRUS ZAHHAK

cis man who ends up hanging out with a lot of trans women anyway due to shared intrests in hyperpop and furry stuff

again very respectful, very small chance that he's chaser-y

KURLOZ MAKARA

i honestly do not know and this isnt because i dont really care about his character, it just evades me

transcends gender

could be cis woman, fuck if i know. i'd buy that

all and neither a gender above our human comprehension

CRONUS AMPORA

trans man that proves tboys are real men because they can be just as creepy and awful as cis men

thinks him being trans means he's immune to all types of discrimination

uses it a pity point/to get out of stuff

MEENAH PEIXIES

maybe tgirl? idk

may just be cis

possibly transmasc nonbinary

tho i lean mostly towards cis woman whos gnc and actually cool with trans peopel (be aware she will still groom them tho)

equal opportunity grooming

CALLIOPE

technically transfem anyway because her body isn't sexed so shes kinda intersex

but even if she wasnt a cherub she would still be transfem anyway

chronically online transgirl who spends most of her time in internet spaces with cis girls of her same age

warrior cats fan

humanstuck calliope hung around the warrior cats girls since elementary and never left

CALIBORN

evil trans man

transmasc for same reasons as calliope

humanstuck caliborn avoided all female socialization because he didn't socialize and instead spent his formative years on 4chan

the nature of the /lgbt/ board probably gave him some shame about being ftm

DAD EGBERT and crocker as well, very similar people

cis man who is a staunch ally

MOM LALONDE

cis ally

she's trying? can't say anything more

will occasionally and unintentionally say some out of pocket shit about trans people she knows when drunk

will mess up the pronouns a lot because very scatterbrained

GRANPA HARLEY:

cis man who lowkey fetishizes trans people

straight but fucks non-passing transmen because he doesn't see them as men

trans women are some exotic fetish

if jade came out he would repair his ways tho

NANNA EGBERT

transphobic

not even a terf because she has beef with feminists

but again if john or jane came out she would badger them at first but her love would win out and she would change her views

BRO STRIDER

personally i see him as a cis man but i think trans man bro strider is cool and also an icon

DIRK'S BRO:

cis bisexual man who is cool with trans people

ROXY'S MOM:

cis woman who is in a fucked up evil messy situationship with a transgirl

will trans rights

GRANDMA ENGLISH:

either a. elder trans woman

or b. cis woman (a little nonbinary) who is accepting

does not know the terminology

"oh so you want to live as a woman now? alright, i suppose. i had a friend like that back in college"

HIC:

evil elder trans woman who has an illegal diy hrt empire

will sell out the trans community if it benefits her

grifter

LIL CAL

i dont know it s scary

[mysteriawrites]

GOING ON A MISSION TOGETHER

Ft. Krisis

An: my friends and i have realized that there’s not enough krisis content and are starving so imma make some. Enjoy da food. :D p.s will make an XSOLIEL version later

An #2: this is pre ash krisis

VEZALIUS BANDAGE

You were Zali’s assistant in helping him find the cure to the crystal curse. You joined up with him due to your own parent/guardian being afflicted by the incurable illness. You two had a certain team dynamic. You would fight off the monsters while he studied them and would heal you if you got hurt (not that he can’t fight for himself). You two made a great team, however the latest battle was particularly rough.

You had never been so exhausted in your life. You were fighting against a particularly strong crystal monster, to keep it from entering it’s nest, while zali was getting what you both hoped to be the last component needed for the cure. Minutes dragged on to feel like hours. Your body screamed at you as it was battered and bruised, with pair of broken ribs now added to the list as you were flung through the air by the beast’s brute strength.

Despite all that however, you got back up again. You had to keep fighting for the cure, for you family, and for your lover who was doing everything in his power to help the ones he loved. You steeled your resolve and with the last bit of adrenaline you had left you slew the creature. You limped your way into the nest of the now fallen foe to be met with a beaming Vezalious.

“WE DID IT! WE DID IT (Y/N)! WE’VE COMPLETED THE CURE!” He exclaimed with glee, his accent thickening with his overwhelming excitement.

You were overwhelmed with relief and joy.

“W-we did it!” You said in a whisper and the last of your adrenaline leaving your body.

The last thing you see before being engulfed in darkness is Zali running to you and calling your name.

You slowly open your eyes to be met of the blinding light of your love and savior Vezalious Bandage. His eyes lit up at the realization that you were awake.

“Welcome back my love,” he greeted.

You sat up quickly only to be met with a sharp pain in your ribs.

“Easy Mon Ange don’t want your stitches to come lose. Don’t worry we’re safe back at our camp,”

“What happened?” You asked

“You were severely injured from that last fight, but don’t worry I patched you up. You’ll need to take it easy for a few days my love,” he said kissing your forehead.

“Did we really do it Zali?” You asked.

He took your hands in his “yes Mon Amor we did it.”

“We can finally save them.”

VANTACROW BRINGER

You and Vanta were a mercenary duo. Two of the best soldiers in the world. Each of you was the strength of half an army when on your own. When together your power was unparalleled.

Today’s mission required breaking into a military base and stealing some secret weapon you think, honestly you weren’t paying attention to the briefing. You and Vanta stood atop a building waiting for the right moment to pounce.

“So first to take down 50 pays for dinner?” Vanta smiles with a mischievous grin.

“Bet!” You reply.

And from there it’s a race to see who can take down 50 guys the fastest. 1, 2, 5, 10, 15 and more go down in the first couple of minutes. They come piling out of the building one after another like card soldiers.

They don’t last long though because for every 5 guys that attack you two take down 10 each. Soon they’re all wiped out and you secure the item you were looking for.

“I won!” Vanta cries out “pay up!”

“No you didn’t” you retort.

“Did too i took out 120,”

“So did I…”

“Damn guess we’re tied then,”

As he said that you two notice movement from the corner of your eye as you notice a lone solder escaping.

“First to nab him is the winner!”

“You’re on!”

You ended up splitting the bill that night anyway.

YU Q WILSON

You and Wilson didn’t exactly start off on the right foot. You were rival hitmen in the industry, well the rivalry was actually a bit one sided. You had a tendency to steal Wilson’s kills so he wasn’t particularly fond of you.

However for this mark the buyer requested two of the of the best of the best, and that happened to be you two. Yeah Wilson wasn’t very thrilled.

“Ah not you” he exclaimed exasperated.

“I told them i could handle this on my own.” He said pouting

You didn’t respond just rolled your eyes and started walking towards your destination. You two were assigned to take out a local mafia boss in the area (Luca? Pfffft course not what made you think that) who was rival of your client. Right now you we’re having a steak out outside his hide out which was disguised as a local bar.

“Target in sight,” you said as you looked through the lends of your rifle.

“I’m going in!” Wilson said before rushing off.

“Wait no don’t!”

And that’s how you two ended up in your curreng situation, surrounded by the members of the mafia very much outnumbered.

“So genius how do you plan on getting us out of this one?” You asked Wilson in a snarky tone.

“Look I’m sorry ok I thought I could handle it,”

“Guess I’m gonna have to get us out of this mess.”

And so you guys tried to break through the horde of armed men to escape, shooting them down with your rifle to escape. Shooting at some hanging objects as well to create obstacles to slow them down. You had almost made it to the door when you heard your comrade shout,

“(Y/N) LOOK OUT!”

You whip you heard around to see a bullet coming right at you right before Wilson shoves you out of the way, the bullet grazing his shoulder. You stand there stunned.

“Hurry up we gotta get outta here!” He says grabbing your hand with his good arm and escaping out the door.

A few hours later you’re bandaging up his shoulder at the safe house.

“You’re such an idiot yknow,” you say as you finish wrapping the gauze.

“Oh come on you love me~” he replies

You stare at him for a moment before your face breaks into a smile.

“Yknow what I do.”

You close your statement with a kiss.

An #3: Sorry if this sucked I very much wrote this on a whim. Hope you like it.

[evilminji]

Back on my DpxNaruto ideas cause there's room for SHENANIGANS~!

You ever go on a BIT of a road trip? To a Really Good Restaurant you've heard exsists waaaaay that away? And it's far... but not Unreasonably Far(TM)? You could make it a day trip! Maybe check out the surrounding area! Buy some other stuff or see the sights.

You got a long weekend.

And you heard it's REAL good.

Imagine~! If you will! Broke ass, scruffy, Built Like His Father, Feral Like His Mother, "just here for the snacks, man" type College Student type Danny! A GIANT. Perpetually reeks of engineering oils and the unplace-able yet universally familiar scent of Ectoplasm. And? Probably whatever high-end self care products Sam's mom sends her, since Tucker can't use um.

He eats like a bottomless VOID because somehow he's STILL growing. Will be for centuries. Long after his HUMAN half stops? His ghost half is gonna keep going.

Sucks, man. :/

He hungy.

But he already SPENT his monthly budget on that part he desperately needed. And cheap ramen sucks after the fifth meal in a row. And it's not like he can go fishing or anything. So what to do???

Visit... lunch lady? Maybe? He considers?

He figures "Why Not?". Makes a portal and lazily floats towards the Box-Lady Lair. But? So deep in though is he? He doesn't look where he's GOING and *gentle bonk* oop! Oh man! He's so sorry!

Some giant dude in armor with a HUGE mane of hair. The guy just laughs good naturedly, says it's fine. And turns out? They're going the same way! He's part of Lunch Lady's Cooking Club. Oh, sweet! Danny's heard she started one of those...

But wait! If he's heading over? Is the club NOW?

No, no! He's assured. The guy also watchs Lunch Box for them. He's good with kids, comes with being part of a big clan.

They get talking. Danny fascinated. Ninjas, huh? Cool. And that's when? The guy drops, with no small amount of pride, the little tidbit.... that oh by the way~ no big DEAL~☆

But WE produced some of the BEST cooks in the ENTIRE known world.

:O

Okay now he HAS to try this food. This guy is waxing poetic about it. Descriptions that make him actively drool. Mentioning how this aunt ran THIS stall and that nephew was learning at THAT restaurant. And Danny just? W... Where did you say this was?

Hell yeah! Direction? Achieved!

Danny gonna get him some FANCY BBQ! \( ^ - ^ )/

Smash cut to him making a day of it. Finding the right area. Asking around. Trading some stuff from the Speeder to a dude for not only the location body but permission to take his wallet. Guy says he can have it in return for a travel chess set and a proper grave. Nice!

So he locks up the Speeder, squeezes past the weird "Summon Realms" bubbles, dodges the SUPER cranky Shinigami, aaaaand? We're in! BBQ here we come! It's takes like? Basically nothing to find the guy's body. He's supposed to burn it, put it in an urn, and deliver it to one of some Deer clan near the BBQ shop. Along with his stuff.

Hope they don't mind ice urns.

Just? Imagine A Void. Like Vanta Black. A hole in the world in the shape of where a man SHOULD be. Where ANYTHING should be. You can see through it, the color of simple existence fighting to make your eyes overlook What Is Not. Were it 2D, you know you would be able to see it clearly, but in the presence of a third dimension?

It's Not There.

You are LOOKING at it... and everything it is, is Empty. Void. A perfect Nothing.

Not hot or cold, neither light nor dark, just... Not There. With Chakra being present in all life. Air, the soil beneath you, all of it. This is? A perfect shadow upon the world. No suppressed Chakra, no hidden bloodline trick.

It's like the Patron Spirit(s) of the Ino-Shika-Cho decided to come and visit.

Or, more accurately, the SON of one such spirit decided to sneak off and visit. He has the height, the hunger, and the gregarious nature. The perfect shadow, the black hair, and the incredible intelligence. And those blue eyes? The ability to dive into bodies and take them over? (He wanted to see if he could do it WHILE his "new friend" was doing it to someone)

Most terrifying, though? APPARENTLY his mother? Was some Uzumaki Spirit. Red hair, purple eyes, his dad fell in love with her at first ass-kicking defeat. Terrifying women and Nara's, man. Good to know it even transcends biology. Even their GAURDIAN SPIRITS fall to it.

Now the question?

What sort is THIS one? And can they, POLITELY, make it leave?

@babbling-babull @lolottes @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation @the-witchhunter

[rainfrazier]

two-thirds of our weaverdice villain team: the dynamic duo Pitch and Tempo, played by me and @stealthypeacock (powers under the cut!)

Cape name: Pitch

Civilian name: Vanta Black

PRT classification: Breaker/mover

When exposed to shadow, activation of her breaker state melts her body down into a viscous fluid that sinks into the surrounding darkness. She can then reconstitute her body in any patch of shadow in her line of sight, so long as the shadow is of great enough area to cover her human form. Smearing the pitch onto people and objects allows her to teleport them between shadow at will. With repeated use of her breaker state, she becomes increasingly sluggish to reconstitute and is temporarily weakened after transformation.

Cape name: Tempo

Civilian name: Phil D. Gruve

PRT Classification: Thinker

Short term combat precognition tied to ambient music. By taking a moment to find the right song Tempo’s shard will cue him to the actions of friend and foe alike allowing him to capitalize on key moments in the fight.

[professionalmachinefuckerwrites]

Vantablack x Reader | NSFW | (I don’t know what title to give this)

A simple one shot me (Boss) and Vandro wrote on Google docs on the in-real-life Vanta. We had forgotten about it, so here it is.

- Vantablack is one of our characters(?) Hes not really a OC, we think. Just a android-ized characterized version of our computer/tower.

- (By the way, anyone else in this story does not relate to Vantablack's story at all; just placeholder people.)

- Reader is whatever gender, uses they pronouns, but is coded to have a pussy.. we were simply going to say no pronouns, but this is just for simplicity. We wanted to give them the ability to have whatever sex, but doing that wouldve been difficult for a lot of the things we wanted to say. Sorry guys.

There might be a few errors. Please ignore them.

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You had just gotten home from work. Now was the time you would've started to make dinner for yourself, but you were too tired to do so. Slumping lazily, you collapsed onto the sofa in the living room of your house.

Living in the city could be exhausting at times; and when I mean exhausting at times, I mean all the time. But fortunately, you could afford quite a lot of the good things you had, you had cool friends and acquaintances, and the bills were all paid. You worked as a video game developer for a popular company.

About to fall asleep, your eyelids began to close. That was quickly interrupted by the knock at your door.

"Excuse me?" You said as you pulled aside the door.

"Hey. Sorry dude, you look a little tired. Just wanted to uh- drop this off." The person at your door was just one of your co-workers. This co-worker in particular had been working on something special. A sigh escaped your lips, and the door was opened wider as you stretched out your arm to let them inside.

"Thank you. I'll be back in like a couple days or so. Sorry, I gotta head over a couple cities over for a business meeting. Take care of him for me." You waved the person goodbye as the door shut again. Now, this time, there was a new person in the room.

He seemed to look at you almost as sleepily as you looked moments ago, constantly having that dreamy look to him. This wasnt no man; it was a machine. The person who made him claimed he was a "androidized version of a computer", or simply, just a computer in a more humanoid form. One of the only things you knew about him was the fact that his name was Vantablack.

Clearly there was lots of care put into his works. From the way he walked around silently admiring the surroundings, to the way he gestured to different things on you and the wall, he was made to copy human movements well.

But a couple things in particular seemed to catch your eye since the last time you seen him, which he was incomplete months ago, was the overall attractiveness of his body.

You could've sworn that he didnt have such a plump-looking chest and ass before; as he's supposed to be masculine-coded. Fairly skinny, but maybe that guy just wanted to make him as good-looking as possible.

And it was working a little too well.

The white plates covering a majority of his black body underneath seperated by inch-long gaps shifted slightly as he looked around. And where his front side of the neck, or the stemocleidomastoids were, was two thick-cabled extensions that had pistons and bundled up wires underneath the covering. In fact, his whole neck area was black and a more mechanized version of a human's neck; it looked oddly attractive.

After a few moments, he caught you staring.

"Yes? Is there something you need?"

You wish you didnt notice his bulge move underneath his clothes as he turned to face you.

"Oh, no, nothing in particular.. Say, are you comfortable? Do you charge or anything?"

He shifted around again. Then, he decided to make himself at home, and sat him down right on your couch. The light from the lamp was the only thing lighting up his gorgeous face in the dark room.

"I can bluetooth charge. I'm usually lying down or sitting in one place everyday," A metallic-like sigh came from him. "It's so nice to wear clothes."

"H-huh?" To be honest, that took you a little aback. That isnt usually something someone would say.

"Do you not.. Wear clothes often?"

"No. I'm usually naked more than half the time."

Your thoughts began racing again. You tried so hard no to think about this machine laying naked in front of you, but the thoughts wouldnt go away no matter how much you swatted at them.

"Hmph.. Are you fine? Your face isnt doing too well."

He pulled a leg up as he laid the side of his white and black face on the backside of his hand.

"Yes, yes! Im doing absolutely wonderfully."

Another sigh of displease. He closed his eyes briefly, and opened them again to meet your gaze; you had now just noticed his iris' emitted a small glow of multiple colors - RGB, PC gamer styled. Well, he was yet again, a android version of a gaming computer..

"You're a horrible liar. Come over here."

He beckoned you over with a flick of his finger. All of a sudden, you felt weak in your legs; but you hesitantly came over anyway.

"Uh.."

He unfolded his leg and sat up straight, then standing. He was about a foot or more taller than you, which made this situation even worse.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him.

"Look at you. If you wern't in the mood, you'd be pulling away from my touch."

He leaned down lightly and pressed his smooth lips right up to the right side of your head, against your ear.

"If you want, I'll take care of your problem, since you're practically begging for some affection."

He spoke lowly in a pleasant, deep tone. The more he kept talking to you, the more the area in your legs seemed to grow with heat and throb uncomfortably; this fucker was making you horny..

"All you have to do is give me the green light."

He added on sinisterly.

You wanted him to keep doing this so bad, now the both of you realizing that you were down bad and horny; but the words were stuck in your throat.

So instead, you nodded your head rapidly.

"Oh.. Well," He let out a little laugh. "Thats enough of an answer for me."

And with that, his hands that had been caressing your back slipped up the front side of your shirt, fingers finding their way to your nipples.

His thumbs rubbed them delicately to harden them, and he watched with a smile on his face as you melted at his touch.

"Thats it. Very good."

Your knees buckled and you fell into his chest as his fingers and thumbs continuously worked on your nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching them, just enough to make little whimpers escape from your mouth. The throbbing between your legs became even more intense, and he didnt fail to notice this.

"Here, doll."

He helped walk you both over to a wall, all the way until your back was pressed up against it. As your back was being shoved up against the wall, he lifted his leg and pressed his knee against the bottom of your crotch.

"I think humans like this. This should get you over until we get to the most exciting part you are probably waiting for."

The feeling was all too teasing. Between him playing with your nipples and his knee against your throbbing crotch, you subconsciously squirmed and writhed. Apparently, this is the kind of reaction he wanted, as his smile on his face became more and more pleased.

But, as well as you kept getting more and more thobbing down there, apparently so did he; that bulge you saw minutes ago was growing underneath his clothes and pushing to get through.

"Please.." A quiet and pathetic whimper escaped from you.

"Hmm? What was that?"

He replied smugly while pinching your nipples hard.

"I need .." It took you everything you had to hold back a squeal.

His hands retracted from your swollen red nipples and he lowered his knee from your crotch.

"Yes?"

His hands threatened to go lower; they rubbed all up against your stomach, aching to go down.

"I need this.."

One of his hands sneakily slipped underneath your lower clothing and across your thigh. Goosebumps blossomed from where his hand once touched from how cold it was; his hands were capable of being warm, but apparently not now.

"Please, keep going.."

You couldnt believe how pathetic you sounded when saying this.

But, oddly enough, this sparked a reaction bigger than you expected out of him; his fans appeared to kick it up a bit, and his 'breathing' was erratic.

"Go on.." After a moment or so, he had replied quietly.

His hand now finally made its way to your bare crotch, and rubbed. Finally, a small moan managed to come out; and you absolutely loved the sensation of how his metallic fingers and hand felt on you.

"I-.. I need you to touch me more."

Now you could visibly see his eyebrows furrow lightly- but not being able to tell what he was feeling. It wasnt in confusion, or anger, but as a positive result. He was loving this. Perhaps he wanted to be touched, too?

"Yes, yes.."

You didnt know it was possible, but there was desperation in his voice. Before you could beg any further, his fingers rubbed your most sensitive area, and using his other hand, he kept you still from moving too much.

The sensation was now almost unbearable. You wanted to cum already, or force his hand to move faster, but you were stuck there whimpering for his touch. You thought he knew what he was doing, for him to pull a reaction out of you like this. This is clearly not his first time.

This had continued on for a few minutes, but you were getting impatient to reach your climax already, that you had begun to thrust against his hand and fingers.

He pulled them away from you after that.

"Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast."

You whined, already longing for his touch. You didnt see it yourself, but could only feel it, but you were wet- and his hand and fingers covered in your precum proved it.

"Wait, no! Please, a little more.."

He laughed while pressing both his hands on the wall next to the sides of your head. He let out breaths of hot air on your neck- you didnt know how he could even breathe, but it was a nice function.

"I want to see you beg some more, love."

He was staring back at you with that dreamy look in his eyes again. You noticed those thick neck cables below his chin connecting to his collarbone again. When he noticed you were staring at them, a hand quickly forced your chin to look back up at him again.

"Can you do that for me?"

You tried your best not to be too swooned by his words, attempting to focus on how he avoided your attention to his neck. Maybe if..

"Y-yes.. But, Im a little shy.. Im embarrassed..” You wernt lying about that one.

"That's fine, sugar. Say it into my ear."

He leaned his head lower and closer for you to say it into one of his audio receptors. Perfect. With a new and strange sense of confidence, you forcibly pulled him a little closer so you could bite his neck. He gasped audibly and pulled away as quick as he could, letting you go completely. He rubbed his neck with a expression on his face that showed he was completely taken aback, shocked, and a little bit of surprised mixed in.

"H..How bold of you.."

The room was too dark to see if he was blushing or not, or if he could even blush at all. But if he were, that wouldve made you feel even more proud of yourself for that.

"You liked that, huh?"

You teased him, in the same manner he did minutes ago. A low growl escaped from him and he came back over, holding your own neck with a hand.

"Shhh..”

His grip wasnt enough to hurt you, but enough to make you choke.

"Hahah.. Want me to do that again?"

You were no longer feeling submissive. You wanted to see him gasp like that again. He almost looked embarrassed now, like his pride had been hurt. The only sound he made in response was a little mumble. He had been successfully humbled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Without forcing it, you pulled him closer, and guided him to switch spots with you, so now he was up against the wall. You pressed your mouth up against his neck and breathed slowly, and he quivered under it. His eyelids closed softly and mouth lightly agape just from you breathing on it..

"Look at you. You're shaking.. It’s adorable."

His hands grasped you roughly, and you were pushed into him further. He looked to be getting impatient and needy, so you fulfilled his desires..

You bit his cables again, and this time, a beautiful, soft moan made its way into your ear. He sounded attractive when he was at your mercy, to be honest.

And you bit him again, in a slightly different spot, and there were more whimpers and moans..

Combined with the motivation recieved from pleasing him and your own drive to be able to get pleasure yourself, it made you determined to play with him further.

(And, yes, he did observe that him being this vocal did you turn you on even more.)

Occasionally, you’d bite and suck on him so hard you could feel a spark tickle your lips, and he’d whine even louder than how he was before. It wasn’t your intention to hurt him, though, just by accident; although, he seemed to enjoy the pain. So for now, you didnt let it bother you.

Within a few minutes later, he got exhausted of having his neck played with and softly pushed your head away. Erratic and labored breathing emitted from his mouth, along with a string of drool that had sneakily made its way down the corner of his lips. You took this opportunity to see the work you have done; bite marks everywhere, a few exposed wires, and of course, an expression mixed of exhaustion and ecstasy.

“Had enough?” You watched him regain his posture again. He kept an arm around you, pulling you back in close if you tried to step away, clearly not letting you even have a chance of leaving him turned on.

“I need more than this.” He breathed exhaustedly. With a swift movement, he nabbed your wrist and guided your hand to his crotch. You grabbed him without another word said for you to do so.

“How much?”

Growls and rumbles of affection continued to come from him as he was touched. He kept humping into your hand, not wanting to be edged at the moment. He wanted pleasure immediately.

“More,” A simple reply dripping with desperation. You pulled your hand away when he rocked his hips faster.

“If you want me to make you cum so badly, you’ll have to make me.”

His fist locked onto your wrist with an iron grip. He lead it back to his crotch, but this time, more directly to his belt. Shakily, you took the initiative to undo the buckle, then undo the button and zipper of his pants.

“You will help me cum, one way or another.” His other hand began to undo whatever obstacles were in the way of him accessing your exposed crotch as well.

“V-very well.” The belt slid out of the loops and clanged against the floor. Nervously, wondering what he would feel like, you pulled him out of his boxers as if you were doing an unboxing video. He was well-designed, and had a unique look; not a direct copy of a humanoid cock, but looked pretty similar in general shape. The color palette matched the rest of his body, obviously, and even had a leaking tip. He could produce a natural lube..

Hesitantly, your hand found its grip and began to slowly stroke the girth helped form with a couple thick cable-like structures on the side, swirling up the shaft to also aid with texture. The small design of RGB lighting along it was also a bit of a nice touch.

Complimenting your movements, he had began to rub your slit up and down with a couple fingers at the same pace you were stroking him. The both of you exchanged heavy breaths together.

“What’s the matter? You look quite hot and bothered.” His fingers pushed up in the slightest to rub your clit. Your legs wrapped around his hand as you squirmed with pleasure. In the same instance, you had squeezed his cock as well, and made him give you a little whimper. He freed his hand, and went to remove your clothing that was in the way.

Still backed up against the wall, he slid until he hit the floor. You had sat along with him, spreading your legs back open apologenically. Then, he realized he also had to take off his pants as well since he took off yours. He had pulled them down and down, all the way to his ankles. Now, the two of you could sit in the same butterfly-like position, as well as better access to each other’s areas.

The first opportunity he took in his new comfortable position was to go right back to rubbing your clit with his finger. Its mainly soft surface mimicked that of a humanoid’s finger almost perfectly, down to even having fingertips. This made it so it felt incredible for him to rub you, even better than which a human could do.

You tried to keep up with all the good things he was doing to you, attempting to keep up your end of the silent deal by squeezing and stroking his dick at a quicker pace than before, watching as it twitched in pleasure at your touch.

“Good, very good, I’m enjoying how this is going.”

You had now very quickly began to build up a climax, nearly stopping everything to feel him flicking and rubbing your clit at just the right speed and angle to make you nearly collapse. He didnt seem to mind that you stopped playing with him, so he could focus on making you cum. And his fingers could work wonders..

Then, finally, a wave of pleasure hit your body like a rocket, and you spasmed and contorted with the overwhelming sensations. Although you already came, he kept rubbing.

“What? Did you think I was going to stop right there? I still need to cum, too. And I wont stop until I do.” A faint smile spread across his face. “Hop to it.”

You could barely even move your legs because of how much pleasure you were in. Now you just kept twitching and spasming uncontrollably while moans, cries, and whimpers left your poor, overstimulated body. You wernt used to being pushed beyond your orgasm, so it was all so overwhelming.

Shaking and fighting the overstimulation, you gripped him firmly once more, making sure to feel him up nicely, taking in that unique texturized feel. You couldnt imagine trying to take him inside you.. Shaking away the thought of him pumping your insides while you screamed for him, you remained focused on stroking him and helping him cum. This is what you got for not upholding your end of the deal; and he was punishing you for it.

You had quickly found out the head of his cock was the most sensitive, so you spent a lot of your time fucking with that area, and the results were pleasing; he kept twitching and spasming himself at your touch. Seeing his legs shake and spasm uncontrollably while you pumped him quickly was also satisfying to see.

Recognizing he was starting to build up for his climax, you kept at a steady, thorough and fast pace until he came, groaning quietly in a pathetic manner, along with a thick substance of his own cum dripping and oozing from him. Relief quickly overcame you as he stopped rubbing you finally. And he could produce quite a lot of cum too, all running down his shaft and down his inner thighs, even down to his ass. You wondered if something bad could happen if any of the artificial cum got stuck there, so you went to move..

“Hah.. Dosent that feel good?” His eyes found you bending over to get your mouth near his cock.

“Hmm? What are you doing, my little toy?”

You wrapped your mouth around his head and sucked, then moved on to licking and cleaning up all around his cock. He got twitchy with overstimulation just like you did, spasming occasionally. His hand held the back of your head as you cleaned him all up.

“That mouth of yours will always feel so good on me..” He ran a hand through your hair as you backed up to sit up once more, he now being all cleaned up by your tongue.

“Do you think yours will also feel good on me?” You asked in return. Your hands went to massage his thighs.

“Do you want to find out?” His hands had also begun to massage your own thighs.

“Of course. What kind of question is that?”

He lifted your body up and set it next to him on the floor still, and spread your legs wide open and outward. He traced a finger along your pussy lips and slipped a couple fingers into your hole, while lowering his head to meet your slit.

You still hadn’t gotten used to the aftermath of your orgasm, so now the twitchiness was coming back..

And then..

Vantablack raised his head to turn towards a knock at the door. He closed your legs and had you lie still on the floor. He looked goofy when he went to stand with his pants at his ankles and cock dangling.

“Shit, Vanta, that door isnt locked..”

The door opened and your co-worker from earlier popped in. He looked right, then left the first thing walked in.

“Hey? You in here? Sorry for barging in, theres just one thing I forgot..”

The coworker turned to their left and seen him standing behind one of your couches. Apparently not hidden well enough to hide his naked lower side. But the dim lighting had aided you two, thankfully.

“Vantablack? Wheres Y/N?” The coworker didnt seem to notice him being half naked, or either that, they did, and just didnt care.

“Bathroom. What do you need to tell them?”

“Oh.. Uh… Well, this meant to be directly, yknow… Well, guess I’ll just tell you so you know. Try not to get a little.. Too intimate with them, alright? I know how you are, you horny little bastard.. Try containing yourself while I’m gone, please.”

“Oh, of course. Why dont you just disable that function, however?”

A quick and quiet mumble came from them as they turned to leave.

“Hey, listen, I’m proud of what I gave you..” And the tone returned to normal.

“Well, I’m leaving. Be good. And remember, control yourself!”

The door was shut. And as soon as it shut, Vantablack locked the doorknob. As he came back over to you, waddling, the only thing you stared at was his dick while he talked to you.

“Hmph. Well.. What do you think about that?”

“Dont care. Was going to do it regardless.”

“Well,” He got down to the same position before you two were interrupted.

“Let’s finish this up, then head off to sleep. You’ve got work tomorrow.”

( we hope this was enjoyable. We might make a part two leaving off from here. Please leave a comment or reblog if you desire a second part! You don’t have to, but it’s much appreciated.

- Boss/Anderson and Vandro )

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writing patterns

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Tagged by @bone-evidence tagging @chessna2 @lithugraph @proosh

There are more than 90 here even with a few redactions because some were multi-fic posts, oops. And even still! I have more than the listed 90 due to anonymous posts, deleted fics, and side acc fics. So this is even worse actually.

 "Come on man, you need to let this go it's been three years now."

    The way she says your name, her strange tongue smoothing out the edges into something soft and pliant, just like it does to the rest of you when she's found an activity more rewarding than pseudoscientific diatribes.

    [redacted]

    It's been nearly six sweeps since your lusus… died.

    The days have oozed past like a mold claiming a damp wall, the problem at hand growing worse, almost unnoticeable until it was already out of hand.

    After several hours of tests designed to be failed by most trolls who weren't him, a few interviews that were so beyond uncomfortably scrutinizing of various private aspects of his life he wasn't even sure they mattered or if the interviewer was just a gossip hound, and a whole lot of waiting alone in a bright, pristinely clean room, Kankri Vantas had by now gotten his fill of the so called Fair Cull Association and wanted nothing more than to peel the skin free of his own face.

    Warm, soapy water itches at your hands as you clean off the dishes from dinner, breathing slow even though you feel like someone sandpapered the back of your skull and keeps shoving you off tiny ledges one at a time.

    Whoever said the beach was a tranquil place to live was probably deaf as well as damaged in the thinkpan.

    Charles looked up from the paperwork littering his desk as he noticed the presence of someone who had seemed to be resolutely avoiding him for a few days now.

    The body in the sand looked, and smelled, like something she had seen one the few times she'd skittishly entered The Tilting Worm, something cut up in pieces and skewered on a plastic rod.

    "Definitely absolutely just a casual inspection that I do in every new lab, just been soooo busy, couldn't get to this y’know what with the uh, yeah, the stuff with the kaiju and all.

    Newt yanked at the cuffs of his new shirt with the patience of an enraged child, I.E. None, I.E. Fuck Hermann and his sensibilities.

    "To the ocean?"

    It wasn't that he wanted to die, exactly.

    “You’ve been having bad dreams lately.”

    Hermann ignored the sight of Newt standing before him, ignored the words he said, ignored the ache in his chest and the way his lungs felt like they would never expand fully again.

    When he got like this, he could wake up.

    The locals say there’s monsters taking the form of humans these days, now that they can’t get away with being big as skyscrapers, big as death.

    Normally the gears were well greased, allowing the machine that was Dr. Geiszler's mind to run smooth as it could at such a high speed.

    Not all stories have a definitive beginning or end, sometimes they just take place.

    They burst out of the casino doors at top speed, Leorio ahead of Kurapika as they jumped in through the passenger side door.

    The room was dark, like ink filled it up and bled out around the edges, lit sharply in flashes of white from the only television in the pile of junk that could possibly still play VHS tapes.

    The evening was still warm but the breeze was cool as Hisoka walked in the road in a neighborhood that seemed more run down than some of the places The Phantom Troupe had called home.

    It took Kurapika more than half his life to run himself well and truly into the ground.

    "About… Face!"

    The silence of the room rang out like a siren, the light dimming as Kurapika drew the shadows tighter around himself.

    He wanted to kill him.

    The subway train was empty except for the two of them, rushing down the track despite the faltering light, casting them into shadow more often than illuminating the car.

    Kurapika didn't drink, as a general rule.

    He showed up on Mito's doorstep with a baby in his arms.

    The hotel room wasn't especially nice, and the carpet smelled vaguely like mold, but he wasn't able to focus on how annoyed he was about that because Chrollo was currently kneeling on his arms, successfully pinning Kurapika to the floor.

    Time crawled and lurched, dragging him along despite the way his body ached and his skin felt fit to burn right off, or freeze off, it didn't want to make a decision on that.

    From the moment they'd met, Leorio knew Kurapika was a monster.

    It began with a start; Kurapika opened his eyes and looked around, not having realized he'd fallen asleep in the first place.

    "Where are you going?"

    It had been a month since Leorio "agreed" to not being murdered viciously and today the group was attending a small concert; a local choir in a small venue, something that didn't seem to fit Chrollo, who looked like he'd be more comfortable thrashing around in a mosh pit, or Phinks, who looked like he should be pouring beer on his head at some illicit EDM hideout.

    The Queen's Own Herald, Kurapika, was a master of his Gift.

    The sheets were chill and soft against Kurapika's skin as he leaned forward across them, thighs tensing as the lube warmed only as it was rubbed into the flesh.

    News reel.

    The force was not light or dark, it was just the force.

    As it turned out, women's clothing was much more arbitrary than it had any right being.

    The image of Death in the mind of the human race was, rather unanimously, related to the image of the dead.

    On his hands and knees, Kurapika was a target much harder to miss than usual.

    [redacted]

    “So blast a hole in their starboard, just because they wasted a shot over our deck doesn't mean we have to give the same courtesy!”

    [redacted]

    The letters were from a secret admirer, always.

    The heat was the more oppressive aspect of Kurapika’s return home, he thought, rather than the snapshot polaroids of the crime scene it used to be.

    Summer was always toughest on the tents’ vibrant colors.

    “Do you think he’s cold in that?”

    The hand around his mouth pressed tight to the flesh, but the knife at his throat was what kept him docile.

    Chrollo had always seemed to run a bit cooler than average, tapping out around 96 degrees Fahrenheit, while Kurapika always seemed to be running a low grade fever.

    The office was dark.

    Cheadle Yorkshire did not do anything halfway, and it showed in the grandness of the hospital she managed.

    “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being mean because you get so angry.

    The city is sinking into the waves.

    The grain in the fields has gone yellow-grey with desire for harvest, the wind coming in puffs, waiting for its chance to unleash the coming winter.

    The city aboveground glittered and heaved with the life it contained.

    "You would defend Mercutio's death in the name of literary communication.

    Kuroro’s knife sank into his gut with viper-precision and similarly backwards-bent hooks.

    Kuroro sat nestled in the crook of Leorio’s arm, summer air breathing down both of their necks like the hovering specter of Kuroro’s ex-lover; hot, humid, invasive.

    Air rushed into Leorio’s lungs as he clawed his way free of the blankets.

    Lights stabbed at his brain, sound turned his stomach, and Kuroro stumbled into the office in true living-dead fashion.

    The wake had been a nightmare.

    "-son of a bitch, why don't you-"

    "Because its an incredibly stupid request," Tolys crossed his arms and kept a firm set to the mouth.

    The world didn't stop when Feliks left home at fifteen to live in America, nor would he have expected it to.

    Tolys had wedged himself into the place where one chunk of rubble intersected with the remnants of a wall.

    When he’d gone to sleep, Tolys had been the only person in his room.

    It so happened that Gilbert landed a cushy desk job right around the time he was being threatened by his last job for sabotaging someone’s breaks.

    They ate cherries together in the window.

    Gilbert found him at the edge of the property.

    Well, he was sure that he wasn’t in Tsaritsyn.

    Tolys stared up into a dizzyingly white sky.

    Confectioner sugar across the white tablecloth, filling the curve of a painted plate.

    Giselbehrt had outgrown his Christian name.

    The uniform was bulky, moreso than Tolys really wanted to wear while getting intimate, but when he remembered Gilbert's shrill whistle of approval he found it difficult to keep a straight face.

    "All day?"

    Ivan was not a stalker.

    Tolys jolted from the strike, wrists bound but not lashed to anything, bent over the edge of the large bed in Ivan's room.

    All week Gilbert had been a mopey piece of shit on Feliks' basement couch, face down in a ripped up cushion chain smoking like god put him on earth to take the bullet.

    If the drive to the airport took an hour, waiting that same hour to board the plane felt like ten times as long.

    Gilbert had his feet up on the radio tower railing, lying flat on his back with a smoke in his mouth.

    Snow blanketed the ground and dusted Ivan's shoulders as he waited.

    Giselbehrt was tied up with his back ramrod against a sapling.

    The paper crowed about the victories against the little uprisings, stated a few numbers, interviewed one of the officers in charge who stamped out the worst of things.

    The bed was strewn with the signs of both a struggle and the planning that went into play like this; toys, tools, leather and rope.

    More than hunger gaunted Constantin's face as he stood in the road beside a seated Dragomir.

    "Yeah bro, I wanna believe you," Alfred's tone was disarmingly light.

    He’d always hated scribe work.

    Vanya: i dun think thas necessary

    There was an odd stillness about the house when Tolys vanished.

    Ivan ran his hand up Gilbert’s back until he could thread blunt fingertips through ashen hair.

    The two of them had been at it for hours.

    The farmhouse is large.

    It was a scandal even amongst their kind; a marriage in place of simple guardianship with someone still fat in the cheeks.

    That was the end of it.

    The palace grounds glittered with frost, and indoors from candle light bouncing of gilded furniture and cloth of gold embroidery.

    Since returning to Lithuania, Tolys had taken to solving his non-existent sleep schedule and inability to sit alone in his house by setting up shop in the back booth of some hipster cafe.

[thekingthatwrites]

Guilty as Charged

Summary: Sure, he understood well why they had to do it, but did he want to? Of course not. After making their way to Earth C, Karkat Vantas has to face and help his moirail, Gamzee Makara, who was stuffed into a fridge. He's scared for and maybe of his friend, but what hurts most is the guilt that he feels.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Gamzee Makara <> Karkat Vantas

Warning: Angst, Isolation, and guilt.

Word Count: 2,774

Art Credit: @mrthful​

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Time and time again has he found himself standing in front of the dark home. It was depressing, a heart breaking sight, as one of the few homes on this new Earth that had found itself to be... in a somewhat place of decay. The one who sat there, the one who found himself in front of this home was Karkat Vantas, a short troll with stubby horns and short, black, spikey hair and inside the home was ... his moirail. 

At this point, could he even be considered that? After what Karkat had done, abandoned his friend, left him to ... rot, in a sense, inside of a fridge? Only for him to crawl his way out, on his own, and make a home for himself in the most depressing sight. A run down building, one Karkat was sure that Gamzee barely threw together himself, maybe with help from a consort or something along those lines. The home had paint peeling off the what almost looked to be rotting wood, holes present within the walls and roof of the home, and shattered windows, who knows from what. Every single time that he found himself here, it was more and more of a shock, especially as the quality only seemed to get worse. 

Karkat was a coward, he knew this well of himself. It wouldn’t be true if he had already found himself at the front door in the many times he’s been to this home, but he just... couldn’t. He was a coward, not wanting to face is own guilt, his own sadness for his friend and ... he had no idea how the other was holding up. Was he still in his crazed state? Still wanting to shed the blood of his friends, to cause pain? But ... in reality, was that even ever him in the first place? Did Gamzee really want to hurt the people he surrounded himself with for such a long time? People that the troll seemed to confide in, people that the troll seemed to love and care for. What changed? 

His eyebrows furrowed as he allowed a hand to find it’s way to his chest, grasping onto the sweater he wore over his shoulders, only adding onto the heavy weight of disgust with himself that sat alongside it. He’d begin to walk, his feet pushing through overgrown grass and weeds, walking an almost invisible sidewalk, covered in foliage. It didn’t take too long, though longer than he’d expect, to get to the front door of the home that was practically falling apart. 

“...Gog, I hope you’re actually fucking in here Gamzee.” 

Karkat found himself mumbling under his breath, allowing the knot that was his eyebrows furrowing to deepen even more. A fist, one of grey skin complimented with somewhat of a red hue, raised up and gently pressed up against the wood of the door, as if he was going to knock upon the entrance. But there was hesitation. Karkat bit his lip, nervous and concerned, not knowing what exactly to do... He knew what he had to, but ... it was as if there was an entire road block in front of him, now allowing him to continue further on the quest he had embarked on, the whole reason he was here in the first place. 

“Oh just fucking do it!” 

He’d say to himself, almost in a manner in which he was yelling at himself and soon would knock on the door. 

But there was nothing. 

What was he expecting? Gamzee was this ... tired, fucked up troll who ... last time he checked was incredibly ill. Mentally, that is, but ... if he really thought about it, thought about the last time he saw his old friend, he didn’t seem that healthy either. So how was he doing now? On his own? Without a single person nor troll checking in on him. 

Thinking about this, his heart ... burned, in a way, twinging on the idea of his friend sitting, not taking care of himself. Baring his teeth some, strictly at the anger he felt at himself, as, to him, it would be his fault for letting it get to such an intense level. 

Karkat grasped at the handle and, to his surprise, he found the door open. Raising his eyebrows in slight shock, he quickly opened the entrance set up on loose hinges, listening as they squeaked from long needed friction. When he entered the home it was ... really exactly as he expected. The home was dark, the only light that poured in was from the edges of the closed curtains hung messily on the walls. Trash covered corners of the rooms that he could see from entering, and green stains ate at the walls and floors, easily telling him that Gamzee found himself in the habit of his old addiction. How the other got ahold of the slime was beyond the small troll, but ... really that wasn’t his entire concern at that moment. His concerned was presented when his eyes began dancing around the home, from the kitchen to the living room, and finally... onto the troll he had been looking for. 

Gamzee laid on the couch, his face first into the cushion that was stained, similarly to the rest of the home, with green slime. His chest raised and lowered at a slow pace, usual for the purple blood, quickly telling Karkat that, at the very least, his friend was alive. An empty pie tin clung to his curled fingers, touching the floor and barely standing upright. A light came from the television in his home, shining onto the floor and couch that was situated in front of it, and a muffled sound of Dave’s voice could be heard from it. Ever since they got to Earth C, Dave had started his own television program, one of the first, about comedy and stunts, and seeing it on the screen... surprised Karkat. Last he had heard, Gamzee hated the guy, which was disappointing, in a way, as Karkat felt strongly about his white haired friend. 

Shaking his head, he let out a huff of breath, his teeth bearing once more as he found his way, kneeling down next to the couch. His expression shifted into a worried one, as he placed a hand to his friend’s shoulder, shaking him lightly as he would speak, 

“Gamz, get the hell up man.” 

Karkat allowed a hushed voice to escape from him, but Gamzee didn’t even stir whatsoever. He bit his lip with his sharp teeth, pointed on every single one of them, he dug them into his lower part of his mouth. He really hoped that his friend hadn’t done anything stupid... 

He’d shake the other once again, but this time around, much more aggressively, 

“Gamzee, fucking get up!”  

His tone would raise, the volume of his voice much louder than before, causing the other troll to open his eyes suddenly. The orange of his eyes were darker than usual but, thankfully, they were not red. When Karkat saw this, a wave of relief would run over him, like water on a hot summer day. Gamzee began to sit up, a frown presented on his face as he slung his legs over the edge of the sofa, placing a hand to his head as he bared his teeth ever so slightly, 

“...Karbro...” 

He’d mumble, obviously recognizing that it was him. When seeing that scowl though, a slight fear found it’s way into Karkat’s brain, sneaking into the back of his mind. He didn’t want to be scared of the other, he didn’t want to be mad or anything of the sort. He just wanted his friend back. Karkat looked at the other in a long, tense silence as he would stand to full height, which wasn’t that tall, and sit down next to his friend in one quick motion. Placing a hand on the other’s shoulder, he’d continue to look at Gamzee, and, one of the very few times, gave his friend a very soft look, 

“Yeah, it’s me.” 

He’d simply say, and for a moment, nothing came out of Gamzee’s mouth. He sat there, closing his eyes, allowing his breath to escape from him before filling up his lungs once more, in slow, quiet intervals... before Gamzee would move, slightly tilting his body towards Karkat, and quickly did the red blooded troll move to pull his friend into an embrace. Sliding one hand down Gamzee’s back and the other around his torso, under his arm, the two of them held one another and soft sobs came from his friend. It broke Karkat, he felt his heart shatter in his chest, almost literally it hurt so much, and he’d feel as Gamzee would clutch onto his woolen sweater, long nails poking slightly into his back, but he wouldn’t say a single thing about it. He didn’t care. In this moment his own comfort didn’t matter, could simply be casted aside. What mattered to Karkat ... was that his friend was okay. 

“Though you were never coming back, motherfucker...” 

His words were not malicious, they never were, for the most part, when he used his foul language. It was just part of the way Gamzee spoke to people, how he, in a way, showed a level of friendship with another person. 

He looked up at Karkat, thick, purple liquid pouring down his face, tears bubbling up in the corner of his sad looking eyes before snaking their way down the side of his cheek and dripping off his chin. Karkat would use his thumb, bringing it up to his friends face and wiped his tears off his cheek, which didn’t do much to stop the flow, but it was an act of comfort for the other. 

“Fuck dude, you’re making me sound fuckin’ awful Gamzee. I know what I did was a fucking stupid thing to do, and shit, it was the worst fucking mistake I’ve made! Not only in my pathetic fucking life as a troll on that old, gog forsaken planet, but also as a bullshit leader. You’re one of my best fucking friends and I left you in a dark box and went along with that bitch Vriska’s wants! I’ve been trying so hard to come back to you Gamzee, and if I wasn’t such a dumb fucking thickheaded, insolent asshole of a coward ... then I would have been in this dumb long fucking time ago.” 

He didn’t hold back on insulting himself. In that moment, it made him think of Gamzee as a better person than he, shifting his perspective in one way to make it easier on him to show his emotions more genuinely to his friend. He never had trouble opening up to Gamzee, but ... after so long, it just seemed to be harder for him. 

The younger Makara found himself with dry eyes, be it from him stopping from crying or with no more tears left to shed, he looked at his friend with ... so much emotion. He’d sit up, putting his hands on the other’s shoulders, his grip loose and without much attempt to keep ahold of the other before speaking to his friend. 

“Man, you ain’t all that... motherfucking shit, brother. You’re wayyyy... too hard on yourself. I don’t fuckin’ care about the past... it’s way to motherfuckin’ foggy to give one fuck about it... I just ... wanted to know you fuckin’ cared still... and fuck you’re here, which makes me think you motherfucking do, ya know?” 

Even though his eyes were tired, glazed in a slight purple, he still gave a jagged, toothy grin, to his friend. He didn’t care about the fact that Karkat basically left him to die, left him to rot, and as he looked at his friend, he only seemed to fall deeper into the guilt that suffocated him, drowned him like the waves of a rough sea. As Gamzee’s eyes seemed to start to dry, the smaller troll’s own eyes glazed over in a translucent red. Grasping onto Gamzee’s messy shirt, scrunching up the fabric as his hands moved down from his shoulders and onto his torso, Karkat couldn’t find it in him to meet his friend’s gaze. 

“How could you forgive me just like fucking that? Just like that?! Gamzee, how can you not fucking care after all of the stupid bullshit you went through- fuck even are going through, is practically all because of me?! You’re a fucking mess, and... it’s all my damn fault!” 

His hands moved from where they were, releasing the other’s shirt and forming fists around his hair as he moved them to his skull. Something he found himself doing when stressed, pulling at his own hair, a habit he thought he had broken ages ago. Gamzee opened his mouth to say something, watching as his friend soon too broke down in tears, but really didn’t know what to say. Karkat felt disgusting, horrible for crying in that moment, as this meeting, the meaning of his being here, was to comfort his friend. Now he was the one crying, which only caused his guilt to risen. 

A few moments seemed to pass, silence sat in the air, so heavy and thick that it could easily be cut with a knife, and Karkat only seemed to sink deeper and deeper into himself. That was until Gamzee would do something a little rash, something without entirely thinking about it. He’d grasp onto the side of his friend’s head, pushing it towards his own and headbutting the other, just hard enough to shock him with the pain that would linger on his skull, 

“WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” 

Karkat would shout in response, curling up as he pressed his hand down on the spot that was injured by the actions that his friend had taken. The big, red tears that were originally streaming down his face quickly changed into slight streams, caused by the pain instead of his sadness and his guilt. Gamzee only seemed to smile, looking down at the other as he grasped onto Karkat’s arm and pulling him up into a sitting position, 

“Fuckin listen mann, brother, there’s nooo fucking reason and honestly no motherfucking use in sitting in your own demise about all that shit that’s been goin’ down for... fuckkk who knows how long ago, but listen. I don’t hold it against you and neither should you... really motherfucker, you’re not the only bitch to blame for my sorry motherfuckin’ state. Afterall, my karbro, I dig my own damn hole.” 

Snapping him out of it, almost instantly, Karkat would allow his hands to drop from where he held them, and down to his lap. He, for a moment, just stared... stared at the other with his brows furrowed down into a deep knot. 

“... You’re really fucked up, dude.” 

Karkat would end up allowing to slip from his lips. 

“Fuck dude, you’re tellin’ me now? Motherfucker, that shit was discovered by some motherfucking miracle a lonnnnggg time ago... you’ve seen all the shit I do, haha...” 

His grin only seemed to grow as moments passed and Karkat ... seemed to be quite fed up. The boy would sigh and lean into his friend, who, in turn, leaned into him as well, holding one another up on the couch as they looked at the screen that played a muffled voice. He looked at it, staring at the one on the screen, Dave Strider, with soft eyes which soon turned into ones that held a look of confusion. 

“...I thought you hated Strider.” 

Karkat would say. Gamzee found himself shrugging, letting out a low breath as he leaned his head back, looking up to the ceiling. 

“It’s fucking whatever, brother, that motherfucker left my head not too long ago. Plus his motherfuckin’ shit is the miracle of entertainment.” 

He lifted a hand into the air before dropping it down to his side and letting out a soft yawn. Karkat didn’t seem to reply, not for a long while, and definitely not to the comment that Gamzee had made. As he sat there, he thought of the events in great detail and he too found himself closing his eyes alongside Gamzee. 

“We need to get you a better fucking hive than this shit, Gamzee.”

“You know it brother. You motherfucking know it.” 

A sigh escaped from Karkat. 

“...Tomorrow. First shit we’ll work on.” 

A small nod came from the clown and not long after... both of them drifted off into a doze.

[left4deadstuck]

You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

===> AUDIENCE

[sonayesul]

Summary:

Local Nobody, Dave Strider, and International Hottie, Karkat Vantas, get themselves into some trouble at a party Dave was working at, and now the whole world thinks they're dating.

Karkat's manager has the genius decision to keep going with it, and now Dave is suddenly getting dragged into the spotlight.

What happens when the feelings become real and they start to learn about each other's dark past and secrets? Word Count [atm]: 280k+ Status: 28/35 chapters Work Skin: Homestuck Ship: [Main] DaveKat, [Side ships] Rosemary, JuneVris, EriSol, DirkJake (and background/past ships and friendships) AU: Humanstuck, Actor au Heavy Angst (with an eventual happy ending), Fluff, Some Humor

this fic is my baby i physically birthed it myself and cried after seven hours of labour and cradled it so carefully and then posted it online so everyone could marvel in its beauty. everyones reactions to each chapter has been so fun to read because everyone goes ape shit over everything and its like watching a television show waiting for everyone reactions lmao

[kasperl-ruprecht]

INITIATE ENHANCED IMAGING

So I have @radnewworld to thank for getting this idea done. This is a 3D print of the Mechwarrior 2 model of the Stormcrow done up as a in game wireframe.

You know, this thing

This was painted using Green Stuff World's Maxx Darth, a type of Vanta Black, and their fluorescent green and Soul Green Glow in the Dark pigment. I think it turned out nicely.

Far as I know @radnewworld, is currently open for commissions. Currently being late June 2024. Hit them up maybe?

WIP photos after the break.

This is the Stormcrow immediately after being painted with the Maxx Darth by way of my friend AeonStorm's airbrush. We just thinned it with some water however the Maxx Darth is very much on the thick side.

After drying with a matte clear coat. The Maxx Darth, like other Vanta Black's, has a tendency to rub off with physical handling. I figured it would be wise to give it a coat to keep the effect as good as I can keep it.

These are the WIP in progress photos from start to finish. I mostly did this as in exercise in... edge highlighting I guess. It wasn't quite as clean as I would have liked it but I'm satisfied irregardless.

Final group photo with my sister's Stormcrow, the Wireframe, a Storma C (Stormcrow C alternate from sirmortimerbombito) which AeonStorm will be painting for me, and a Sabutai D I got primed. The guy in the back there is AeonStorm's Atlas III alternate.

This has been Kasperl's craft corner.

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK ONE ENTRIES

Thank you all for your entries so far! Here is our current lineup, in chronological order of submission, along with their fandoms (according to the submitter). I have placed it under a cut, as the list is... much longer that I thought it would be when bulleted.

The polls will begin being posted on Sunday the 16th of July, and be regularly scheduled after that until this week's group has finished. "Weeks" will start on Sunday because that's the day my laptop calendar considers the beginning of the week.

Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives Podcast

Barren from the Baronies - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Philza Minecraft - The Dream SMP/Quackity SMP/Origins SMP

Jo Chastain - In Her Skin

Kaidou Shun - The Disasterous Life of Saiki K.

Jill Valentine - The Resident Evil game series

Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Karkat Vantas - Homestuck

Dave Strider - Homestuck

Donatello - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (specifically, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Susie - Deltarune

Koichi Haimawari - MHA Vigilantes

Dark Pit - Kid Icarus Uprising

My Melody - Sanrio

Alfur - Hilda

Kass - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Labrys - Persona 4 (specifically, Persona 4 Arena)

Rinzler - Tron

Mitzi Mozzarella - The Rock-Afire Explosion (Showbiz Pizza Place)

Corvo Attano - Dishonoured

Kevin - SynthV

The Outsider - Dishonoured as well

Miyamoto Usagi - Usagi Yojimbo

Tomoe Ame - Usagi Yojimbo

Cassandra - Tangled: The Series

Shu Kurenai - Beyblade Burst

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Vinnie Dakota - Milo Murphy's Law

C!Wilbur - The Dream SMP

Adam - Hunt Down the Freeman

Ukiyo Ace/Kamen Rider Geats - Kamen Rider Geats

Eremiel - Beyond the End

C!slimecicle - The Dream SMP

Tubbo_ - The Dream SMP

Hong Lu - Limbus Company

Joe Hills - Hermitcraft

Haruto Keats - 86

Lynnette Tarkington - The Final Girl Support Group

Dana Scully - The X-Files

Lalnable Hector - Yogscast Minecraft RP

Natural Harmonia Gropius - Pokémon: Black and White

Eric "Cat" Chant - Chrestomanci

Red - Pokémon

Alice - Alice

Evil Magician Trent - Xanth

Tannim - SERRAted Edge

Killashandra Ree - Crystal Singer

Kim Dokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Ed'Rashtekaresket - Young Wizards

Shana - Elvenbane/Halfblood Chronicles

Sayaka Miki - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Kirio Ami - Welcome to Demon School, Iruma!

Accelerator - A Certain Magical Index

Chara - Undertale

Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

Moon Knight - Marvel Comics

Scaramouche (Wanderer) - Genshin Impact

Donato Porpora - Tokyo Ghoul

Solf J Kimblee - Fullmetal Alchemist

Ness - Earthbound

Kelsier - Mistborn

Nayc - The Smile Alchemist

Raoden - Elantris

Honjo Rika - Tenkuu Shinpan

Juo - Tenkuu Shinpan

Arkady Patel - The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Bain - PAYDAY: The Heist and PAYDAY: 2

The Fool/Beloved - Realm of the Elderlings

GLaDOS - Portal series

The Knight/Ghost - Hollow Knight

The Hollow Knight - Hollow Knight

Hornet - Hollow Knight

Xion - Kingdom Hearts

Dennis Reynolds - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Zara - Disney Princess Enchanted Journey

Alistair Ash - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Phone Guy - Five Nights at Freddy’s

Anna Kwemto - Five Nights at Freddy AR: Special Delivery

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[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Jade Harley, Calliope, Aradia Megido, Sollux Captor, Karkat Vantas, John Egbert, Gamzee Makara, Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde, Kanaya Maryam, Jane Crocker, Jake English

Candy, page 21

ROXY: thx everyone for joining us today

ROXY: we are gathered here to honor the memory of alternate universe jade

ROXY: alas we hardly knew her

ROXY: by which i mean we didnt know her at all

ROXY: cuz she fell out of the sky like a week ago and was already dead

ROXY: but i think that based on our long acquaintanceship with alive jade we can safely assume that she was totally rad

JADE: (ugh)

ROXY: so were all here to contemplate the vast cruelness of the universe that such radness was plucked in its prime

ROXY: psst callie the roses

CALLIOPE: oh, of coUrse!

CALLIOPE: pUrple roses traditionally represent love at first sight, however these roses are actUally red roses that we prepared Using a blUe dye.

CALLIOPE: the blUe rose is the most elUsive and mysterioUs of all flowers.

CALLIOPE: the combination of red and blUe in this context is meant to evoke the dUal natUre of death, in that there is nothing more mysterioUs and impossible to comprehend than the vast void of the afterlife, bUt also there is nothing that makes Us appreciate the life and and love that we already have than the mystery of death.

CALLIOPE: while death is terrifying, there is always joy to be foUnd among the sorrow. each time we witness death, we fall in love with the important people in oUr lives all over again.

ROXY: woah callie thats a beautiful metaphor

CALLIOPE: aw, thank yoU roxy. u_u

ROXY: dont sound so humble it is v v deep

CALLIOPE: i jUst can’t take credit for external inspiration.

ROXY: lmao cmon callie youre the literal muse

CALLIOPE: yes, bUt yoU’re...

ARADIA: oh no did we miss the entire corpse party

ARADIA: i hope not

SOLLUX: yes that w0uld be *such* a tragedy.

ARADIA: oh shush you

ARADIA: the tragedy is what i dont want to miss!

KARKAT: ARADIA?

KARKAT: HOLY SHIT... SOLLUX?!

SOLLUX: hey l0ser. it’s been a l0ng time.

KARKAT: IT’S BEEN A...

KARKAT: IT’S BEEN A “LONG TIME”?!

KARKAT: IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?! IT’S BEEN MORE THAN A FUCKING HUMAN DECADE!

KARKAT: I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE DEAD.

ARADIA: no i wasnt dead

KARKAT: NO, I MEAN LIKE

KARKAT: “GONE FOREVER”??

KARKAT: I THOUGHT THAT YOU TWO LITERALLY DIDN’T EXIST ANYMORE!

KARKAT: OR AT THE VERY LEAST WERE TRAPPED IN A DEAD UNIVERSE PERPETUALLY COLLAPSING INTO ITS OWN ASSHOLE.

SOLLUX: 0h. n0pe.

KARKAT: FINE!

KARKAT: WALTZ IN HERE WITH NO EXPLANATION WHATSOEVER. SOUNDS ABOUT FUCKING RIGHT.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT LIKE YOUR SUDDEN AND UNEXPLAINED PRESENCE IS ANY LESS OF A JOKE THAN THIS “FUNERAL” WE’RE HAVING.

KARKAT: I MEAN, WHY STOP AT SOLLUX AND ARADIA?

KARKAT: MAYBE FUCKING NEPETA IS ABOUT TO POUNCE FROM BEHIND THAT GROTESQUE STATUE OF THE HUMAN SUFFERER T-POSING OVER THERE.

KARKAT: NEPETA, ARE YOU THERE? COME ON OUT! THE CORPSE PARTY WOULDN’T BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU!

ROXY: SHOOSH everyone!

ROXY: there will be a reception with cake n candy after the service

ROXY: u all can have ur poignant reunions then

ROXY: before we unite in tearful togetherness we gotta unite in tearful loss

JOHN: wait... there’s more?

JOHN: i thought that nice speech callie made was, like...

JOHN: pretty much the funeral.

ROXY: lol no

ROXY: callie and i were just gettin started

JADE: oh my god...

ROXY: anyway where was i?

CALLIOPE: how the infinite mystery of death makes Us appreciate the love we have!

ROXY: right

ARADIA: so i see you managed to get out of the fridge

GAMZEE: i DiDn’T jUsT gEt OuT oF tHe FrIdGe, I wAs SeT fReE sIsTeR!

ARADIA: i see

GAMZEE: wHeN tHe DoOr Of ThAt FrIdGe pOpPeD oPeN iT wAs LikE i Be AlL sEeIn ThE lIgHt AnD sHiT.

SOLLUX: well yeah

SOLLUX: that’s what happens when s0me0ne 0pens a d00r t0 a t0tally dark encl0sure.

SOLLUX: fuck, i can’t believe y0u’re still this stupid.

SOLLUX: 0h wait i can.

GAMZEE: nO bRoThEr, It’S a MoThErFuCkIn MeTaPhOr.

GAMZEE: A mEtApHoR fOr ThE mIrAcLe Of rEdEmPtIoN!

ARADIA: redemption

GAMZEE: yEaH cHeCk It ThE fUcK oUt.

GAMZEE: i DiD My MoThErFuCkInG rEdEmPtIoN aRc. :o)

ARADIA: is that so

GAMZEE: i BeEn DoInG aLl KiNdS oF gOoD dEeDs At ThE lOsT mOtHeRfUcKeRs.

GAMZEE: pReAcHiNg ThE hOlY wOrD. mAkInG oUt WiTh OrPhAns.

ARADIA: oh hmm

SOLLUX: isn’t it “kissing 0rphans”?

ARADIA: let him talk sollux

GAMZEE: i EvEn GoT a HeAlThY mUtUaLlY fUlLfIlLiNg kIsMeSiS gOiN oN wItH tHaT fOxY hUmAn BrOaD uP fRoNt.

ARADIA: its so nice that you believe all that gamzee

ARADIA: i think i can honestly say

ARADIA: im reasonably happy for you?

ROXY: omg quiet in the back already!

ROXY: were tryin to have a beautiful and solemn proceeding up here

ARADIA: oh im sorry

ARADIA: i do agree that its a beautiful corpse party

ARADIA: but i think it would be even MORE beautiful if we could you know

ARADIA: actually see the corpse?

KARKAT: OH MY GOD ARADIA, WHY ARE YOU STILL LIKE THIS?

ROXY: oh lol ur right i cant believe that slipped my mind

ROXY: hey jake a lil help?

ROXY: im like hella pregnant here and shouldnt be doing any heavy lifting

JADE: ughhh...

DAVE: yo babe its ok

JADE: easy for you to say! youve got practice with this kind of thing!

DAVE: just remember its not actually your corpse

DAVE: i mean technically it is

DAVE: it both is and isnt your corpse at the same time

DAVE: which yeah the longer you think about it like that the more fucked up it gets

DAVE: but also when you objectively think about it the combined multiverse is a huge tangle of interrelated but totally random events and its only chance that this specific life is the one you ended up living

DAVE: you and that corpse could have just as easily switched places

DAVE: but also that would never actually happen because its not how paradox space works

DAVE: anyway my point is that nothing really matters so chill out

JADE: um, i love you with all my heart dave but youre REALLY not helping right now

ARADIA: now this is more like it

JADE: i cant look...

DAVE: oh

DAVE: here

JADE: uhh... what... are you doing??

DAVE: emotional support yo

ROSE: Dave.

DAVE: what

DAVE: id like to see you do better

KANAYA: Me Too Actually

ROSE: I’m sorry, but I’m not the one whose questionable consolation tactics are on trial here.

CALLIOPE: this isn’t a trial! it’s a fUneral!

JOHN: haha, they’ve got a point rose, you gotta admit.

ROSE: A point about what?

JOHN: um...

JOHN: you’re not great at consolation? just saying.

KANAYA: Oh You Dont Know The Half Of It

ROSE: Excuse all of you, but I’m an excellent advice giver.

JADE: umm nobody said anything about advice giving rose...

JOHN: oh yeah, the advice is top notch.

JOHN: but you’re kind of a weird person to like... cry in front of?

JOHN: no offense.

ROSE: What??

JOHN: the first time i ever got upset in front of rose irl, she put her arms around me and it was so awkward that i had to ask her if she was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

CALLIOPE: everyone, we’re getting rather off track...

ROSE: I was doing both for your information.

DAVE: the first time rose hugged me it was such a disaster we didnt make eye contact for like a week after

KANAYA: Jade Come Here I Shall Hold You In My Arms

JADE: thank you kanaya at least ONE of you knows how to treat a lady in distress!

JANE: Agreed. I’ve always felt that Kanaya has done an exemplary job of providing a model for compassionate, empathetic behavior, which others of her kind would do well to follow.

KARKAT: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?

JANE: I’m sorry, Mr. Vantas. Do you have another unsolicited political opinion you’d like to share with everyone?

KARKAT: CONSIDERING THE SHIT GEYSER THAT JUST SHOT OUT OF YOUR IGNORANCE CANNON, I’D SAY MY OPINION IS PRETTY FUCKING SOLICITED RIGHT ABOUT NOW.

CALLIOPE: EVERYONE!

CALLIOPE: be qUiet!!!!!

CALLIOPE: please. roxy gathered yoU all here for a reason.

CALLIOPE: at least listen Until the end.

CALLIOPE: after that yoU can argUe all you want.

ROXY: look everyone im not dumb ok even tho i act like it sometimes

ROXY: i know whats goin on here

ROXY: that were all drifting apart

ROXY: and i know thats just a normal part of growing up and making new families

ROXY: and i guess learning that some people have unbridgeable divides on political stuff

ROXY: i can accept that things arent gonna always be the same as when we first met

ROXY: specially with dirk gone

ROXY: damn...

ROXY: even though its been more than a year i still feel it like he died yesterday

ROXY: what callie said earlier about death being mysterious and full of love is true

ROXY: i dont know if i ever would have gotten up the courage to marry john if dirk hadnt died

ROXY: sometimes i think about what it would have been like if he was still here

ROXY: i think we can all agree that if dirk didnt kill himself there would be some big differences in the lives of people here in this room

ROXY: i cant say if theyd be good or bad

ROXY: maybe when it comes to this kind of thing... like

ROXY: infinite probability and multiple universes and shit

ROXY: good and bad dont matter

ROXY: theres no better or worse just different

ROXY: even with dead jade here whos to say that the world she came from was actually worse than ours?

ROXY: she probably died a heroic death doin something incredible

ROXY: we probably only have the great lives we do right now because of her sacrifice

ROXY: the universal odds of us all being alive and healthy and together like this are so infinitesimally low that its literally impossible for us to understand with our limited linear consciousness

ROXY: isnt that amazing??

ROXY: so even if this is the last time were all ever in the same room like this

ROXY: i think its just incredible we could be here in the first place

ROXY: out of a sempiternal number of possibilities we are the only incarnation of this exact specific moment in all of existence

ROXY: i think that we should all look around and be super grateful for what we

ROXY: wh... what we

ROXY: wh... wha...

ROXY: whoah fuck

CALLIOPE: roxy? are yoU okay?

ROXY: of course im not ok i just WENT INTO FREAKING LABOR

JOHN: oh my god!

JOHN: oh my god!

JOHN: it’s happening, oh my god!!

JOHN: ...

JOHN: oh my GOD!!!

ROXY: omg john are you just gonna keep shouting oh my god or are you GONNA HELP YOUR WIFEY OUT

JOHN: OH MY GOD!!!!!

JOHN: doing ok there, sweetheart?

ROXY: ugh whyd i let you put this thing inside me

JOHN: don’t worry roxy! we’ll get it out as soon as we can!

JOHN: er, by “it,” i mean our child.

JOHN: we probably shouldn’t be talking about him in dehumanizing terms before he’s even born, huh?

JOHN: seems like kind of a bad omen?

ROXY: omg.......... john SHUT UP

ROXY: i need like six gallons of demerol STAT

ROXY: lets GOOO

JOHN: right! going!

CALLIOPE: wait! i...

CALLIOPE: i woUld like to be there as well!

JOHN: hurry up then!

JADE: AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

JAKE: By jove!

DAVE: jesus fuck

CALLIOPE: jade! yoU...

CALLIOPE: yoU’re alive!

CALLIOPE: or, Um,

CALLIOPE: yoU’re not dead!

JADE: i am not jade.

CALLIOPE: then who...

CALLIOPE: who are yoU?

JADE: you know who i am, calliope.

JADE: we met once, years ago.

JADE: you were dead, and so was i.

KANAYA: This Certainly Is A Turn Of Events

ARADIA: ill say

ARADIA: at first i was underwhelmed with the proceedings i have to admit

ARADIA: but that was quite the twist

ARADIA: this may be one of the best death related celebrations ive ever seen :)

SOLLUX: t0p five at least.

JADE: you’re undoubtedly surprised.

JADE: but these events were not unpredictable at all.

JADE: this is exactly what i have been expecting to happen.

JADE: and while i cannot say the same thing for the rest of you,

JADE: i, at least, am exactly where i am meant to be.

JAKE: Hey uh.

JAKE: Not to come off as a total idiot here but...

JAKE: Who were you supposed to be again?

JADE: my name is calliope.

JADE: i am the muse of space.

JADE: and i have entered this body to protect your world.

[ask-whiteblade]

[Vantas] It was like a blur... One moment Whiteblade was experiencing her everyday life, and the next? She was walking into a private gambling booth of a Casino. Black curtains closing behind her as lights flickered against purple wallpaper.

Smoke was in the air, a dealer table laid front and center as a grey stallion tapped his hoof against it's velvet surface.

"Well if this isn't a surprise!" He'd say, a smile wide on his lips as his pink eyes shined. Instinct screamed at her, that he was dangerous. "An infamous challenger, that's what you are Whiteblade..."

He chuckles, before pushing aside chips and cards-- to slide a black piece of parchment and a dice on top.

"Would you like to take a risk with me?"

The sun had been so bright before the mare slowly entered a dark space that she had not seen coming. Perhaps after blinking, or simply because she was in her thoughts for a short time. But the next moment, the place lit by an autumnal sun gave way to a dark room that inspires only mourning and death.

Her ears perked up in surprise before dropping violently as the curtain suddenly closed behind her like a pair of wings barring her exit. But as if her magic had gone out or her movements were not inviting her to try to get out, she just watched the closed curtain for the next few seconds, totally unsure of what had just happened, before the room at her back took shape.

The stallion at the table laughed and smiled ominously. His harmless appearance did not inspire her confidence and her mind was screaming at her to leave, now, because danger was imminent. So why was she standing there, watching him as if he were a fascinating phenomenon, yet one that inspired her distrust?

Besides… why did he look so familiar?

As he spoke her name, White Blade was suddenly lit up by a spotlight above her head as if she were on a stage. She felt the wave of magic suddenly envelop her and clothe her with a strange sensation. By the time she looked at herself, her mane had been manipulated, a red scarf encircled her neck, and a black dress was now what she was wearing.

But a strange feeling also accompanied her mind. As if everything suddenly became appropriate, or rather… that she couldn't escape it. The place was suddenly transformed into a chic casino and that she was quite fit to participate in what the stallion in front of her was proposing.

He pushed with his hoof a dark parchment and a strange die.

A risk, eh?

Her emerald magic took hold of the parchment to read the contents and already it seemed like something that made no sense, but that only added to this dangerous mystery… What did she gain by participating in this?

And what did she gain by not participating?

She and the stallion exchanged a long look. Words were not necessary in a situation like this… She simply dropped the dice disdainfully on the velvet table… two bounces were enough for the dice to roll on one or two sides… and for the number of destiny to present itself to them as a sentence… the blade of the guillotine coming down on them in a way as sharp as it was cutting.

"Love?" Said White Blade suddenly, as if it made no sense.

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Mod : nice little challenge and it's been a long time since I drew so much in such a short time. So here is my participation to this activity and WhiteBlade fell on Love? Chance has chosen.

Thank you @mymind-theirvisions your character was very nice to draw ^^

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