#bed. *nowv.*

[ask-homestuck-shenaniquins]

"Happy 6irthday, Cr9nus!"

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[yanderes-galore]

Oooh I want to ask as well... yandere cronus ampora oneshot? I feel like some time after being rejected by the others he decides he's not gonna bother with traditional pursuing with the reader. He's gonna jump straight to the kidnapping! They're his whether they like it or not <3 (at least that's the way I see him acting hehehe)

Here we go everyone, I'm writing for "Homestuck's Worst Character Ever™". Hope you enjoy me writing him as a delusional dude who snatched you.

Used a Homestuck typing quirk generator for Cronus :) THANKFULLY that exists- Admittedly, I started this to mess around with the generator a bit. Sorry if it was too short or not the best :( I'm experimenting on both the quirk and how to write Cronus. Kinda wish I wrote him better but idk how yet, I'll take feedback.

I think I successfully depicted him as gross, however.

Last Straw

Yandere! Cronus Ampora ♒️Short

Pairing: Matesprit ❤️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession at first sight, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Forced "affection", Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Forced "relationship", He gets a bit touchy while you sleep but it's brief, Swearing, Forced kissing.

Rejection used to burn him like the fires of a human cigarette (which he still doesn't understand why you would waste such a thing). It used to hurt him, he was subjected to such a pain for a long time. Now he got used to it.

Being rejected still had a dull pain to it yet now he just felt frustrated. He tries so hard to gain the attention of others. He really does try to relate to others.

It never works.

Being alone was a constant in his life. Even when he died and became a ghost, immortality didn't change the fact he was alone. He was forced to be rejected, even when dead.

It got on his nerves.

Oh, but then he met you!

He didn't care if you were also a ghost or some fellow human or troll passing through Dream Bubbles. Cronus quickly became determined to have you. Clearly, the traditional means of courting wasn't going to work.

When was Cronus ever traditional anyways...?

He needed to use a method that would work no matter what.

He didn't care if others didn't like the idea. He was already seen as garbage. So, really, there was no consequence to knocking you out and tying you in a room by a bed.

No one was going to bother him anyways.

Honestly, he isn't sure why he didn't do this sooner. To be a nice guy? Maybe he doesn't want to be nice anymore... not when it won him you.

You looked adorable when asleep. He just knew you were going to be perfect for him. He knew you'd make a great Matesprit... or if you hated him, he could make that work! A Kismesis could work, too-

Red romance, black romance, Cronus didn't care.

All he wanted was you and whatever attention he could squeeze out of you.

Cronus treated you like you were his last shot at ever finding love. He made the room he kept you in look perfect, born from memories that were no doubt yours. He watched you as you rested with what would seem like a lovingly gaze... if his eyes were not glazed over.

While you rest off the blow to the head, Cronus is gentle with prodding at you. He lightly grazes his hand over your skin and hums to himself. Although he explores a bit, he tells himself to not wander far over your body. There's still time to wait. He's been waiting forever for someone to come into his life. Now here you were...

All his.

When you wake up, Cronus greets you with a smile. He's happy, excited even. You have no choice but to simply be his!

"I vwas wvaiting for you to wvake up! We may not knowv each other much nowv, doll... but vwe hawve plenty of time! Trust me... vwe're meant to be, baby!"

He comes off strong and it's one hell of a thing to wake up to. Due to his constant feelings of rejection, delusion has settled in his mind. Far as he knows, you two will be together.

He'll make it so.

"Where am I?" You ask, voice raspy due to the lack of use. Cronus simply smiles, shuffling closer.

"Your nevw home, doll! I set it up based on hovw you like it. You see... I'wve been looking for someone like you for a long vwhile."

Cronus doesn't mind getting up close and personal. Even when you physically recoil away from his hold on your chin, his delusions block it out. He caresses your cheek in a loving manner while sitting beside you on a bed eerily similar to your own from your old home.

"It hurts to be alone... luckily, wve hawve each other! I'vwe alvways vwanted a Matesprit of my owvn. No one paid attention to me evwen vwhen I tried to connect vwith them..."

Cronus then puts both hands to your cheeks.

"Yet you'll be different, baby. I just knovw you and I vwill be something great. I'vwe evwen come up wvith songs to shovw our lovwe!"

You try to pull away from him but his grip is strong. Panic is written all over your face but Cronus is blind to it. All he sees is you... and the potential between you both.

"I don't know you! Who even are you!?"

"Shit, sorry, baby. I forgot I newver gawve my name. Cronus Ampora, that's my name. I happen to already knowv yours." Cronus winks and you feel yourself convulse in disgust.

"We just met... I can't do this! You can't make me love you like that!" You cry, Cronus shooshes you and pulls you into his chest.

"Sure you can, babe. I picked you for a good reason. You'll like it vwith me, I just knowv it. Relax... I vwon't hurt you."

"Let me go, don't touch me!"

You push against him, shaking when Cronus squeezes occasionally. He appears frustrated when you fight him and wrenches your chin up so you're eye to eyes with him. Those dead eyes stare into you... angry.

"We're Matesprits, you can't fight that wvith me. Unless you vwish for our lowve to be blacker, you can't change this." Cronus growls, ghosting his lips over yours. "Ewveryone else already hates being around me. I'm used to that. Yet you vwon't leavwe me like them."

He pushes you on the soft bed, using his body weight to hold you in place.

"We'll be Matesprits. You'll lowve me..."

Cronus leans closer, grinning.

"If not, baby... I'll make you lowve me."

The troll kisses you with a need that catches you off guard, ignoring your screams of protest and instead focusing on his fantasies of making you his.

[casanovasadmiral]

Well! Anons are wilding today /lh. How are you, Cronus? Had a good morning?

-🧺

doin alright here, mornings been slovw so far. finished making my bed and nowv im off to get dressed.

[cumagic]

thanks!

[violetbard]

yawvn.

[yanyan-stuck]

This might be a weird kinktober ask but what about eating out Cronus' nook? :p

KinkTober Day 4: Nook Eating with Cronus Ampora

You shift on the couch, the soft fabric tilting below you to adjust to your movements. Cronus was in his respitblock, and had stayed there for most of the day, so you had been in the other sections of the hive in order to avoid him. He had been a lot less clingy today, on any day where he was acting normally, you could get that he would be cuddling with you and always touching you wherever you went.

Still, you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth and ask him what was wrong, so you instead just stretch out on the couch again and yawn. There wasn't much for you to do here, all he had left you was a pile of tapes he made for you, and you had no interest in listening to them.

As you stared off into space, you heard the floorboards creaking near where the bedroom is. You looked to the door that led to the hallway with it just in time to see it swing open and watch Cronus walk into the room. He walked over to you, and you tensed up instinctively. He had never hurt you on purpose before, but he was already acting unusually today, and you didn't want to take the risk.

He didn't say anything, but instead flopped down onto the couch next to you. You tried to stand up slowly, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, so that you were sitting on the couch pressed up against him. "vwoah babe, calm dowvn. im not gonna hurt you." He said before he nuzzles into your arm a little bit, letting out a contented hum. He sits there with you for a second, with his face buried into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your body, before pulling away and standing up again.

He started unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down, and you got up, considering whether you would be able to make it to the door before he caught you. You thought too long and by the time you decided to take your first step, he had already grabbed your upper arm. He sat on the couch with his jeans and underwear around his ankles and pulled you down so that you were kneeling in front of him.

You could see his bulge was still mostly sheathed, with only the tip poking out. His nook was dripping though, leaking the same violet fluid that comes off of his bulge. He grabbed the back of your head, and gently pulled you forwards toward his nook. It was sticky and warm, and you could feel the fluids dripping out onto your face.

You started trying to pull away as soon as he started, trying to push yourself off from the couch and get away from him. He held you in place for a couple seconds though, before loosening his grip and allowing you to pull your face back a bit. His hand was still hovering behind your head, holding you near him so you couldn't completely leave.

"cmon dollface, cant you just cooperate this one time?" He said, before dragging your face forward again, burying it in between his folds. He held you there again, and started grinding against your face to get friction, since you weren't exactly jumping at the opportunity to eat out his nook.

He grinds against your face for a few more seconds before letting you move back for air. He looked down at you and made eye contact, lust coating all of his features. "cmon babe, if you just hurry and do it nowv, youll be done and you vwont havwe to do it for a vwhile." He looked at you for another couple of seconds and then pulled you back.

You hesitantly stuck the tip of your tongue out, gently licking in between his folds. He let out a low moan, and pulled your face even closer. You watch his bulge slowly slide out of it's sheath and stretch out and start slowly moving around. You pushed the rest of your tongue out and started to lick around near the entrance of his nook. He grinds against your face again, this time trying to rub his nook all over your outstretched tongue.

He releases his grip for a second so that he is able to easily lean back on the couch and can get more leverage to hold you in place. You take this time catch your breath, and by the time you can breathe somewhat normally, he's already pulling you back towards his genitals. You feel his bulge drag a violet trail across your face, and when you go to try to wipe it off, your hand comes back coated in violet and sticky.

You hear him moan above you, and you continue to eat him out, this time reaching deeper within his entrance. He adjusts his grip on the back of your head, and pushed you towards his crotch while bucking his hips to your face, trying to get you to go even deeper.

He starts to buck his hips even more, thrusting onto your face, grinding against your tongue. He kept up the pace for a few more seconds before cumming directly into your face. You can feel his legs tense on either side of you, before releasing when he lets you move back from his nook. He sits on the couch for a minute or so, catching his breath, with you kneeling awkwardly between his legs, before he says that you can go to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up.

You stand up carefully, resting your hand on his knee to steady yourself as you got up, before walking out of the room and down the hallway towards the bathroom. You opened the door and walked in, closing it behind you even though you didn't expect him to walk over. You grabbed a washcloth from the closet, and rinsed it in the sink. You cleaned all of his juices off of your face and hands, using the large mirror in the room to make sure you got it all off.

You open the door and start to walk out, but stop and think for a second before walking back in and getting another cloth and dampening it. You walked back to the living room where Cronus was still sitting on the couch, and you started to wipe the sticky, violet fluid off of his legs and the couch. You received a small word of thanks, to which you simply nodded your head and left the room. You put the rags with the laundry, and returned to the bedroom to lay down on the bed and, hopefully, get to sleep.

[rowvdy]

@vwig Man don’t get offended before I’m about to go to bed, nowv I don’t vwanna sleep.

[asvwium-blog]

alright, john has finished screaming at the husktop so im going to bed nowv. light.

[caepaecaesurae]

> SD: Get some tail

CC: Caesurae was visibly unsettled and a little skittish when he kissed his moirail goodbye and explained where he was going. He mentioned that Psii extended his regards, on tumblr -- but he has someone online in need of healing to visit. He'd be back soonish.

SD: Kankri gave him a kiss back. He was certain this was alright? He seems a bit skittish (soft moirail worry) In the meantime Madrus was warning Mindfang he was about to have a very peculiar visitor, and got the pad turned on in his cabin , waiting for the arrival of Caesurae. He was wearing nice loose pants, tucked into expensive boots that made his feet look normal, a self indulgent fancy shirt (although the fabric was a corser choice than the high style called for) and waist coat made of good sail canvas and dyed purple completed it. The most expensive thing about his outfit was the boots, despite attempts at looking presentable. The dye probably cost him a nice penny though. Purple was notoriously hard to get on a budget.

CC: Caesure tried to reassure Kankri, but couldn't find much terribly concrete to say about it. He'd be alright, and back soon. The friend he's visiting is fine. He went into a back room, tried to settle his nerves for a bit, then put down a temporary transport pad to teleport away with. He matched his icon fairly well -- a ten sweep old, already eight and a half feet tall somehow. Some sort of black bodysuit, a white T-shirt, blue jeans, black boots, and a shockingly violet hooded cloak that was the most austentatious thing on him. The boots were a close second. It took him only a moment to reflexively catalog the room around them before turning his eyes to his alternate -- and smiling despite himself. They were a product of different eras and worlds, but the similarities managed to surprise him a little. It was only a moment or two before he offered a hand, fins adjusting. "--Orphaner," he greeted.

SD: They stood at the same height, and that was interesting in of itself, fins perked and flared a bit with interest as he took him in. The cloak didnt at all match the teeshirt nor did the boots, although the pants were forgivable. The youthfulness really struck him. The cabin was about what you would expect, a bed that was the best feature of it, a couch, a few electronics and a wardrobe, not many nick nacks that couldnt be bolted down or stored away for rough seas. There was the painting he'd been sharing the other night above his couch, secured well to the wall. The title of his station brought a grin to his face. "Caesurae, wasn't it, babe?"

CC: "Aye, that. A pleasure, I think." ..He hadn't been this close to an Alternian sea in a while. The waves felt somehow different with something lurking beneath -- or was it his imagination? He put it out of his mind.

SD: It probably wasn't his imagination in this case since the water had an Area Effect to it. "I find it a pleasure at least, welcome ta th' Stormrider." He offered him a hand.

CC: Cae would shake it, glad for the welcome. "I'm sure she's lovwely," he said honestly, consiering his alternate's face before turning his head slightly to consider the painting again, and its curl of a tail. "...I'm a little surprised, you look more familiar in the flesh than in the painting."

SD: He quirked an eyebrow and glanced up at the painting and back. "..Well I'm wearin a bit more, in life." He lifted both eyebrows. "Or do y'mean th' boots?"

CC: "..It is the clothes," he admitted. "--Not howv you mean, though. I think wve both prioritise the boots." Caesurae glanced back. "..despite not sharing a number of the reasons."

CC: "..the only vwiolet on either of us is our outerwvear."

CC: Aside from patches of Cae's hair and his eyebrows.

SD: "Th' boots make people over look my feet- and they make me taller." He grinned with a wink. "- your wardobe looks ah, a bit mismatched I've got ta say, doll."

CC: His mouth opened and hesitated that way for a moment, teeth briefly showing, before his fins colored and he shrugged with a sheepish grin. "..I'm a bit mismatched myself. ..Sorry, chief, I should'vwe changed into something more focused."

CC: After a moment, he rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "..Being on the younger side's in vwogue back hivwe, and there's a fewv bits of my old life I havwen't left behind yet."

SD: "..that sounds like a bit of a tale, babe, you dont look a night over .. what is it ten? A little over?" He shook his head. "I don't mind th' look its just a bit jarrin. He turned to walk over to the couch and settle down so he could get the boots off. "- I'm guessin y' need ta see whats left to do your thing?"

CC: "..It's a tale and a half, and more than a bit of a headache for most." He followed a pace or two, but stayed politely out of arm's reach, finding a nice patch of wall to lean against as he watched. ".. It wvouldn't hurt, aye." He let his gaze stray back to the painting, pointedly focusing on the tail. That was how it Should be. It obviously wasn't, yet, but...would it be, in a minute or two? ..He absorbed every detail, considering where the bones and muscles would lay underneath the skin.

CC: "...WVouldn't wvant to accidentally split your pants, either,"

SD: "I'm gonna have ta get them altered." He sounded excited, thrilled even. "I've a kilt till then, darlin." Oof boots off. He wiggled his toes, unscrunching them a bit before he wiggled out of his pants. It didnt take a minute before he was on his feet again, the way he stood was visibly different, when he didnt have the boots on, with a bend at the knee to shift his center of balance. He turned so Caesurae could see the scarred stump, scooting his shirt up in the back for it.

CC: Caesurae let his peripheral vision slide across it for a moment -- but as his eyes focused on where the tail Should Be, he knew what he already Firmly Expected. Let there be tail, exactly like in the painting.

SD: That. Was probably the oddest sensation he'd come across. And he worshipped a horror terror, one moment there was nothing and the next- his mind mapped out the feeling of a tail that had been gone for hundreds of sweeps. He made a startled sound and looked back over his shoulder to stare at the short thing that swished with interest. He visibly rebalanced himself, fins spread wide, startled, interested, he was still forming the thrilled part of his response out of sheer surprise.

CC: Caesurae watched it swish, his fins raising and spreading a bit, head tilting with a smile.

CC: "..Sorry it's a bit...Sudden. Others are better at being graceful about it."

SD: "- I'm not complainin'" He flicked it and got a feel for how it connected to him- had the magic fixed the nerve damage from the initial amputation because he didnt know it was there? "Bloody hell"

CC: Sure had. It was a tail, and there wouldn't even be a scar. The painting didn't have a scar.

CC: Undamaged and whole. And a little short, but all his.

CC: "Good luck managing all your chairs, chief."

SD: "They used ta be made for this. I remember back that far." he wiggled it a little more just sort of watching it. This was attached to him, that was amazing.

SD: "Only coolbloods have tails, th' warm grew out of it a long damned time ago."

CC: "..I think it wvas evwen longwer, wvhere I'm from, if wve had them at all. Herself wvas impressivwely picky about her modernization programs."

SD: Time to stop stairing at his own but and take a few tenative steps, compensating for the thing moving around and throwing him off. He made his way over to the wardrobe to pull on a kilt. "..Would y' like a bottle've wine? I stole some just th' other night."

CC: "I nevwer mind if you're offering -- I'll wvander off wvhenevwer you'd like me to though, as wvell."

SD: He shook his head, wrapping the garment around his waist and bothering with its fastenings. " I'd be rude as shit, babe, an you just did for me somethin I could never do for m'self."

CC: ..He probably ought to stop watching his alternate get dressed somewhere around now. It took a few more seconds before he Finally shook his head, and let his chin drop. "...It's nice to do some good nowv and again. "

SD: "D'ya not do good often" He took a bottle out and peered at the label for a moment before offering it to the other sea dweller. "Not as good as when we were in charge of th' vinyards, its a short ferment but decent enough."

CC: Caesurae accepted it, glancing back with a dim smile. "..There's not alwvays opportunities." ..man, actual wine, that was an interesting thought. "..WVhere I'm from, wve're populating anewv after an...incident, so there's precious little aged anything just yet. WVe could sit and share a fewv glasses if you like."

SD: "There always seems ta be opertunity ta me if y'look." He raised his eyebrow at the offer and settled onto the couch, one of his legs was curled up under him to make the tail placement easier. He fished in his sylladex for a couple of coffee cups. Very fancy.

CC: Caesurae finally sat down, gently uncorking the wine and giving it a bit. "..There's alwvays wvrongs to be righted. The issue is finding wvrongs that are one's business, or wvhere one is wvelcome."

CC: "..And capable, to be honest."

SD: "An how might they not be your business, I'm curious?" He offered one of his coffee cups to the other troll.

CC: "..Evwer knowvn a troll to refuse help, particularly material help, out of some sense of ... ..." The word was hard to find. "..Not alwvays pride exactly, but..." He accepted the cup, with a vague gesture.

SD: "Theres fear too, of th' implied debt due." He mused "There are usually ways other than showerin people with things. Have y' tried somethin where they feel like they've earned it? y' can name anythin you want- a couple hours labor here and there, a sale of somethin. As long as they've got somethin concrete they can look at and know they've paid the debt with and its not hangin over their heads."

SD: "Even now I'm sittin here wonderin how I can ever repay y' for fixin my tail up."

CC: "..Aye, that's fair. I'll try to remember." He looked a little sheepish at the mention of Madrus's potential debt, fins settling back gently. "..I wvouldn't particularly wvish being less than wvhole on anyone. One of the oddities of all the magic out there is there's things like this, wvhere an act that means the wvorld to one troll can be a fewv minutes out of an evwening for another."

CC: "..WVould it be unsatisfying to call it square? ..Or name a pittance?"

SD: "Its th' same with anyone whos got a unique talent, you're payin for their ability ta do it, not how hard it is or how long it takes, only if its a skill few posess." He shook his head. "I've got th' money but I dont know how much good our money here'll do ya. Or forged documents? I could figure up how much rigger woulda wanted if I got a cybernetic prosthetic for it"

CC: Caesurae considered Madrus for a few seconds, before smiling wryly.

CC: "...Dairy's remarkably rare back hivwe. Infrastructure and all. Might be fairly easy to pay me in butter and icecream if you happen to find any good sources here or there."

CC: "Spices, too."

CC: "I could try to look up howv rare, if wve're considering exchange rates and all."

SD: He set his elbow against the back of his couch and his chin in his hand looking at him. "..Shit babe if all you want is a shopping trip to a grocery store we can do that."

CC: He shrugged his shoulders, swirling the bottle gently, and considering the scents coming out of it for a moment. ..No, he'll pour it soon, but not yet. After a few moments thought, he listed the usual prices for a few staple goods, like bread, or a shirt like the one he wears. ..and then listed the best approximate price he could come up with for milk, cheese, and butter.

CC: It wasn't in caegars, but numbers were still numbers.

CC: "..If you're fond of barter, that's a fine wvay to bribe me and 'Darkwving'. Livwing plants wvith medicinal properties as wvell, perhaps."

SD: "Medical properties or 'Medical' properties, babe." Eyebrows went up, and he grinned. It was .. interesting, surprisingly startling to watch someone who looked so much like him putting on dusty airs "..th' price of your milk things is astonishin."

CC: A wry smile. "I'm sure he'd only be interested in the medical properties, but the 'Medical'," gentle eyeroll, "--wvould be popular wvith my auspistice in our church, I'm sure."

CC: ..he let his gaze drop and shook his head, finally pouring a glass of wine for each of them. "..The troll wvho put together our infrastructure has.. Opinions, and decided that herding is animal slavwery, and that he wvouldn't be participating. ...I'm awvare of twvo herds in the capital region, numbering about [number] goats and [number] sheep."

CC: "...And that is the sum of our dairy production."

SD: "..Animal. Slavery." He tried to decide how he felt about this, he needed a drink and eyed that bottle, but he waits for that. "..a'ight so animal slavery. .. That aint enough milk for a whole city atall, I can see where you'd be hard up ta get some."

CC: "It -- He's." Caesurae sighed and rubbed his face, finishing the pour and setting the bottle down for a moment. "...He is also the reason all meat is wvild-caught."

SD: -Wine! He sips at it in his coffee cup like a gentleman.

SD: "I guess thats good excersize for some folk at least."

CC: He sipped his too, shaking his head. "..Aye, wvell. Hivwe is an advwenture."

SD: "I can definitely take y' ta get some groceries in some bulk ta take back hive." He mused. "..so thats no domestic animals at all for th' most part?"

CC: "Aye. None at all. I'vwe already gotten my auspistice some chickens, and there's a fewv in the palace courtyard."

CC: He shook his head. "...It's -- wve'vwe had the chance to start ovwer entirely fresh, and it's .. a bit on the extreme side, I suppose."

SD: "Why'd y' let th' one guy do all've that?" He was curious.

CC: ".. There wvere less than thirty of us, and he didn't ask permission. From wvhat I can piece together, he just.. did it, so there wvould be something wvaiting for us wvhen the rest arrivwed."

SD: "..Better'n no one doin it. Even if y' dont have half th' things trolls are suposed ta eat" He sipped his wine.

CC: Caesurae shrugged, nodding and leaning back. "..Aye, wvell. No one complains to him. WVe just try to wvork around it."

CC: "The hunting, butchering, and tanning industries are booming at least."

SD: "Good for th' economy, that." Finperk "Hows th' fishin?"

CC: A soft grin. "Fantastic. I could probably nose around for suppliers if you evwer care to start trading dairy for fish."

SD: "I personally dont mind eatin our fish but some of th' others aint real keen on random tentacles and eyes."

CC: He shrugged his shoulders. "..Different tastes for all. Some fear the deep."

SD: "Might be able ta set somethin up with th' fishin in th' name of th' free ports." He mused. " ..for th' lads and lasses who dont want ta end up like me."

CC: "Aye, that. Or forge the existance of a fishery and sell to the needlessly rich before the rebellion kicks off."

SD: "They get theirs from farm fisheries inland." he grimaced. "fresh water shite."

CC: He tisked softly. "..I suppose fresh and sea wvould be a difference, wvouldn't it. ..Pardon, nevwermind it." Another sip.

SD: "They wont admit theres somethin wrong with th' water, but their cities shrink further and further inland, and th' high wont eat th' fish." He shook his head.

SD: "Nothin ta apologize for, its a good suggestion, just impracticle"

CC: "...Aye, that. Pardon, by the by, for not thinking of the issue of payment. I think I'm beginning to forget certain niceties."

SD: He shook his head. ".. I can see where it wouldnt be s'big a thing, for a god."

CC: Caesurae balked visibly, cup partway to his lips.

CC: ".. Not, ..my preferred term," he managed after a moment.

SD: He gestured vaguely with his mug. "Twoblade isn't too shy with it, babe."

CC: Caesurae grimaced, and rubbed his face. "..For vwarious reasons, I prefer to be vwague and call it a metaphor around church or their associates, more often than not."

CC: "..But ..Yes, that is one wvord for it."

SD: He sipped his wine. "My goddess is not threatened by you."

CC: "Those wvith less talkativwe divwinities occasionally feel otherwvise."

SD: "..its strange, an I dont pretend ta understand all th' talk of universes and dying more than once and godhood, but if she isn't threatened I'm not fussed."

CC: Caesurae grimaced and rubbed his face. "...I .. ..Thank you. Sorry. ..I don't mind answvering questions, if there are any."

CC: He glanced towards a porthole. "..I'vwe missed her, I admit."

SD: "She'll bind y' ta th' sea, mate, if y' let her." It was as much warning as it was a h igh point. "..I'm what they warn wrigglers about." he gestured vaguely at the black swirls on his face. "T'nights a good night, though."

CC: He took both sides of the warning in good faith, looking wistfully out to sea. "...Aye. Aye, that."

CC: "..You knowv, I spent centuries in servwice to her, but it took ages to see it as religious. It felt more like duty."

SD: "It was always r'ligious, for us, and I was just initiated not long before th' revolution." He sighed and took a drink, not sipping at it this time.

CC: "..I founded the practice, back hivwe. Fewv hundred swveeps before the Signless." Sip.

SD: He raised his eyebrows at him. ".. How old are you, mate?"

CC: ..Sheepish neck rub. "..wvhich life? ..Or altogether?"

SD: He shook his head clicking his tongue and took another drink of wine- and then peered down into his cup. hm. that went fast. "all t'gether I s'pose, babe. I'm round about four hundred thirty five."

CC: ..Caesurae went to refill both their cups. His hadn't lowered much, he apparently didn't drink fast, but he still enjoyed the wine. "..The math's alwvays a bit tricky. If wve're counting only time spent alivwe, you'd havwe .." He had to think. "..maybe a decade on me."

CC: "If.. ..Other, times count, I'd be significantly older."

SD: "-Other times? Time when you weren't livin?" Curious fins perked.

SD: He gave him a grateful smile and sipped a little. He probably went through that too fast.

CC: Caesurae nodded sheepishly, rubbed his cheek with his knuckles, then let the hand drop with a sigh and started counting on his fingers. "..The first time around, I didn't evwen make it to ten. Some magical--things, happened, wve failed a test, and wvere givwen the chance to hatch again so our evwentual descendants wvould be givwen a chance to try the same test. WVe took it. So wve hatched wvithout any memory of the first life, and that lasted a good four hundred and..sevwen I think, swveeps, for me .." He trailed off.

CC: A shrug, after a moment, taking a longer drink and then shaking hi shead. "--I died. I had to wvait it out as a spirit of sorts until the vwast glub."

CC: "...Maybe a dozen centuries there. I don't knowv, there wvas no wvay to track."

CC: "..Our descendants managed it, wvith a bit of help, and the participation awvard for my generation wvas life and youth."

CC: "..Another swveep or four since then."

SD: He considered him, blinking, watching his body language and his fins as he told his tale. "..bad luck there mate. I hear dyin hurts a bit." That was perhaps the least helpful and eloquent response possible to what he was being told. After a while the things these people were telling him just became one more absurdity on the next, and if his tail werent flicking behind him he wouldn't have given them a moment's credance.

CC: Caesurae rubbed his face, then reached into his sleeves to adjust something near the wrists. "..Aye, it can."

CC: "..Life is wvorth livwing. Best evweryone does as much of that as they can manage."

SD: "Planned on it" He grinned at him- though he didnt miss the motion at the wrists, and he might be caught watching his hands off and on trying to get a glimpse of what he'd been messing around with. " Bein th' change I want ta see an all. Th' freeports are some of th' largest cities left on this mudball, y'know."

CC: "And I'd wvager you had something to do wvith them?" Interested eyebrows and a trace of a smile, as he took a sip. ..There were some killer scars on his wrist, just barely hidden by the edge of the black sleeve. ..was there something like a metal cuff under there too? Plain black metal, it very nearly matched the bodysuit...

SD: The sharks grin widened and he filed aside the information, be careful around the wrists, dont talk about wrist injuries. "I founded them. I'm th' pirate king of Alternia, darlin'. "

CC: "--Hah!" Caesurae sounded delighted. "--Nadaya's built himself a fleet, but I'vwe a bit of a wveakness for more.. established, sorts of places, myself. I'm glad you'vwe made places for people free from all that nonsense, chief."

SD: "Nadaya doesnt think ocean vessel's're proper ships neither" he snorted. " Hes a real nice character though, enthusiastic. A whole fleet though? Of space ships I'd wager? - People needed a place ta go, and I sure wasnt gonna stop banditin' off with them in th' day."

CC: "--Aye, that. He tends to introduce his rescues to the wvonders of piracy or find them places to filter out to."

CC: "I nevwer actually made it into space myself, my duties alwvays kept me on planet."

SD: "Nothin wrong with turnin ta piracy" he put a hand over his heart. "I did it m'self and look how I turned out." A fin flicked. "..I was trainin, for it. I know enough ta know my way around one of th' old wrecks if I got my hands on one, but I never went up."

CC: The smile was dimmer, but he sipped his drink and listened attentively. "..I'vwe drivwen small craft once or twvice, but nothing more than joyrides short distances."

CC: "...Don't think I left the atmosphere properly."

SD: "..Not even ta visit your kismesis?" Eyebrows.

CC: ..His cheeks heated visibly, and he rolled his eyes gently. "--Does it count if it's vwia a transport pad?"

CC: "WVe could'vwe been a mile underground and I'd nevwer knowv the difference."

SD: "I think it does count." he sipped wine. "..You should ask him ta let y' pilot a little ship just ta do it, maybe show it t'ya."

CC: He tisked softly, but rubbed the back of his neck and nodded after a moment. "..I suppose I'vwe nevwer been on a significant space vwoyage, then. I'vwe passed through spaceships wvhile they happened to be in flight, but I'vwe nevwer been to the bridge wvithout ah-- --ulterior motivwes."

CC: "..That does sound like a treat, though," he murmered thoughtfully. "..I might just."

SD: "..Ulterior motives is it?" His eyebrows were going to waggle off of his face at this rate, fins say hes in an extremely good mood right now. " Bet he'd love ta show off for y'"

CC: The grin was entirely unrepentant. "Sometimes a man just needs to wvander around his kismesis' ship, looking like his twvin wvith an inexplicable fondness for hooker boots."

CC: "You knowv, I think he wvould. Quick maneuvwering in a good craft is a wvonder and a delight."

SD: He covered his mouth with a cough that turned into outright laughter. "You're an evil thing, thats beautiful, luv." He wiggled the toes of his free foot. "Would that I could spend money on shoes just as I please."

CC: A wink and a grin. He finished his mug, and started to pour another -- offering to do the same for his alternate. The bottle was probably getting low by now. "I havwe to admit some curiosity about howv the ones you'vwe got there are built, and I'vwe been acquiring a fondness for creating things wvhole-cloth."

CC: "..I'm... I admit I'm spoiled rotten," he admitted sheepishly. "..but I don't mind sharing, wvith those wvho let me."

SD: He leaned down and scooped one of the boots up off the floor and set up up where Cae could get a look at it. "Th' only thing I spend real money on except for th' ship ta be honest. "..cant even imagine just havin whatever y'want whenever, doesnt that take some of th' fun out've it?"

CC: Caesurae accepted it, peeking inside and exploring the textures of the outer bit, and the weight of it, with his fingers. He was interested, but the smile was a little sad. "..Aye, more than a little. I could be vwice incarnate, but it's all ruined. .. unless I share wvith others, in wvays small enough not to ruin things for them too."

CC: The smile turned sheepish. "..I'm more interested in people these nights, than anything else."

SD: It was a very good boot, nice leather, lined, cusioning in all the right places- parts of it didnt line up with the outside because it was made to give the illusion of a plantigrade foot. "Can't make people can ya?" He grinned at him. "Well, not that way anyhow."

CC: "No, not that I knowv of -- and I'd rather nevwer find out if I could."

CC: ".. The old fashioned wvay's much more fun."

SD: "I suggest practicin it often." He laughed. " - an that is why theres a imbalance where th' cool bloods are havin high hatch rates, an have been for sweeps."

CC: A wry smile. "...I'd help if I could, but I suspect crossing the streams biologically wvould be an advwenture."

SD: "Could be fun, mate, y'never know, th' worst that would happen is nothin, isnt it?" He laughed, taking a drink from his mug.

CC: "Or a broad vwariety of brand newv mutations, sure."

SD: He snorted softly. "Like what, babe?"

CC: Caesurae considered him for a few moments, then yawned long and slow.

CC: All of the Lots Teeth.

SD: He leaned forward, his fins perked and spread. "- Tha's beautiful, its damned near been bred completely out" He admired.

CC: His fins spread and shifted forwards a bit, his head tilting. "--It has a place here at all?"

CC: "..Me and Eridan are unique, back hivwe."

SD: "Its part've th' old look - like th' tails, th' biolum, th' feet- more frills than I've got, I'm .. more modern than not sadly. It was a sign of pure leniage for sea dwellers once- s'pose it still is but its got different connotations now. "

CC: Caesurae chuffed, his head tilting slightly. "..I'vwe a bit of bioluminescence, and a different gill setup from this univwerse from wvhat I'vwe heard. Nictating lids."

SD: "- Now thats different an might mess somethin up" He seemed dissapointed.

CC: Caesurae shrugged a shoulder. "Gods only knowv wvhat there is that doesn't showv. It'd take setting some vwery patient jades on the matter to clear outside vwisitors."

CC: "For actual contributions at least."

SD: "Organs are so damned touchy." He sighed. "- but heres ta practicin ey?" he toasted him with his cheap mug.

CC: A wry smile and a toast. "To good wvorking order."

SD: "Aye mate!" He didnt even know what he meant but it didnt matter. He would drink to practically anything.

CC: He downed the last of hsi glass, and shook his head with a smile. Time to gently set the mug down.

CC: "..I should probably head hivwe sooner or later. It's been a treat meeting you more directly, though."

SD: "Let me know when y' want ta arrange some groceries, luv- it was nice meetin you too." OOp gotta set the wine down and offer him a hand.

CC: A firm clasp and a small smile. "Aye, I wvill. Maybe somenight wvhen things are calm."

SD: He grinned and held the hand for a minute in an equal grip. "I'll be turnin th' pad off once you're away, dont like t' leave th' thing on."

CC: He nodded. "Good idea. The place I'm going has a passwvord system, and it's set to expire shortly."

SD: "Ha. Good idea, its a shame I've no idea how ta mess with th' programmin"

CC: "Mechanically minded trolls are useful, wvhere they choose to put their attention."

CC: He retrieved his hand, gently set the boot down, and picked up the bottle. It wasn't bad, for what it was. One last small smile, and he'd head to the pad.

SD: He scooted the boot over with its mate and finished his wine in one go, uncurling from the seat to stand- because he felt he should stand when someone was leaving. "Good evenin' luv, enjoy th' wine"

CC: "I'll be sure to. Good luck wvith the tailoring."

CC: beep beep boop beep. He let his hand poise over the enter button long enough to give a wink, and ..off he goes.

CC: One divine alternate has left the building.

SD: Time to go show Mindfang a surprise under his skirt.

CC: She was pleased for him, and going to play with it.

CC: Probably mystified, depending on how specific her warnings had been.

SD: He did not warn her well he thought this was hilarious and played it off as innuendo until she was actually under his skirt, explinations came when she actually asked how the fuck.

CC: "--what the ACTUAL FUCK, sweetie?"

SD: He laughed untill he couldnt breath

[solluxva-blog]

Cronus x Kankri: Celabacy and Cuddles

(Anyone may use this script as long as I am credited! Thank you)

KANKRI: Hello cronus

CRONUS: hey kankri! howv havwe you been?

KANKRI: *sighs* as well as I can be I suppose

KANKRI: What about you?

CRONUS: im doing okay today. nothing newv or supprising.

KANKRI: indeed, things are either not well or nothing is happening

KANKRI: I suppose this is what happens in the afterlife…

CRONUS: yeah, i thought this vwould havwe been better… but to be honest i think it might be evwen more boring being dead!

KANKRI: Yes…

KANKRI: Cronus may I ask you a question?

CRONUS: yeah sure vwhat do ya need kankri?

KANKRI: Trigger warning #celabacy #quadrents #fear I believe im ready to begin relieving myself of my celabacy…

CRONUS: vwowv, really? does that mean… ya knowv… that… vwith me?

KANKRI: Well I was thinking I would um…

KANKRI: Yes…

KANKRI: With you…

KANKRI: If you will have me

CRONUS: of course i vwill havwe you kankri! i mean ivwe had feelings for ya for a vwhile nowv… and i vwould be happy to help you vwith all of this.

KANKRI: I have a few requests though…

CRONUS: requests? ya mean like boundries? i vwill respect em i promise

KANKRI: Ok only 3…1)i understand my lectures can get boring but please try to listen…2) I would like to spend lots of time with you..and 3)…..p-please be patient with me….im not sure how any of this really works and…ill need help

CRONUS: of course, i dont mind your lectures and i vwanna spend more time vwith you too… and i can be patient. you take as long as you need. i dont vwanna make you feel pressured or anything.

KANKRI: S-so what should we do…?

CRONUS: vwell, theres anything really. if you feel comfortable enough vwe can maybe… havwe a quick kiss or something

KANKRI: O-ok…

CRONUS: i dont bite, dont vworry okay? vwe can go as slowv as you need

KANKRI: (Sound of affirmation)

CRONUS: is it okay if i do it? i vwant to make sure youre okay vwith it first… the last thing i vwant is to make you upset

KANKRI: Y-yes

KANKRI: I want to…

CRONUS: im gonna do it nowv then okay?

KANKRI: (Sound of affirmation)

CRONUS: (At this point, Cronus has leaned down and kissed Kankri. Kanny is suporised for a moment… But then returns the kiss)

CRONUS: vwas that okay for a first kiss?

KANKRI: (Incredibly flustered)

KANKRI: It was nice..

CRONUS: i am glad you enjoyed it…

ANKRI: C-cronus..?

CRONUS: yeah kankri

KANKRI: I-I was hoping we could perhaps… Cuddle together?

CRONUS: yeah sure kankri! vwe can sit right here if you vwanna

KANKRI: A-anywhere is fine…its just …I spent so much time avoiding physical contact I failed to recognize how nice it really was…

CRONUS: vwell, i guess i vwill just havwe to givwe you all the hugs and cuddles you need to make up for it then… it really is nice being able to hold you kankri…

KANKRI: Its nice being held…

KANKRI: (yawn)

CRONUS: avwwv man dont go falling alseep on me kankri vwe havwent evwen seen the tip of the iceberg vwhen it comes to cuddles yet (chuckles)

KANKRI: perhaps we could fall asleep cuddling….

KANKRI: Your human bed if you have it should work

CRONUS: yeah *yawvns lightly* that sounds great kankri… sounds really great (Cronus carries Kankri to where they can cuddle on his bed)

KANKRI: *yawn*

CRONUS: sleep vwell kankri…

KANKRI: Goodnight Cronus… Thank you…

[casanovasadmiral]

Uh! Alright! I see! That’s. So interesting and great haha ! That is a mental image for sure!

/pos? /gay

-🧺

nowv picture trying to get out of bed vwith me around. seems ewven more difficult than your morning today~

YOU- CRONUS YOURE GONNA GIVE EM NOSEBLEEDS

[cumagic]

fucks around vwith my sleep schedule to bring a little bit of spice into my afterlife.

[yanyan-stuck]

Could I request a Dualscar Oneshot?

Yandere Dualscar Oneshot

You felt a soft bump, and the ship stopped rocking. You looked at Dualscar with a questioning look on your face, and he told you that the ship was docked. He leaned down towards your face and forced a kiss onto your lips. When you tilted your head to get away from him, he grabbed your chin and dug his nails into your cheek.

"I'll be gone for a bit, I'vwe got things I need to do in the city," he said while smiling down at you. You glared at him as he walked out of the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes, hoping to get a little bit of sleep without him touching you, when someone knocked on the door.

You stayed quiet, knowing that if you spoke to them, they'd get killed and you'd be in trouble. You heard the lock turn again and the door quietly opened. You looked at the cerulean-blooded crew member who just walked in, surprised that he was willing to pick the lock to get in. He hurried over to you, and started untying the ropes that tied you to the headboard of the bed.

When he got you fully untied, he helped you stand up, and told you that he couldn't help with anything else. You rubbed your wrists, and started running for the door. You heard the door shut again as you bolted down the hallway, running towards your freedom.

When you got onto the deck of the ship, you saw Dualscar walking back onto the ship, and quickly looked for a hiding place. You didn't find any, so you ran to the side of the ship, and sat down by the rail of the ship. Dualscar didn't see you as he passed by, and started walking back to his room.

You got up, ready to run down the ramp to the port when you saw that it had already been raised most of the way. You heard shouts coming from below the deck, and watched as most of the crew ran down the staircase to the noise.

You frantically scanned the area again for a better hiding spot in vain, and realized you wouldn't have had time even if there was somewhere you could go, because Dualscar was already on the deck again. You watched his eyes scan the area and felt your stomach drop as his gaze landed on you.

You stood up and started running, trying to get as far as you could, but you could hear his footsteps getting closer to you, his large strides helping him catch up to you quickly. You jumped over the railing, deciding to take your chances with the water instead of a punishment.

You closed your eyes, hoping that against all odds you'll survive this, when you felt a large hand wrap itself around your wrist. He pulled you back onto the deck of the ship and dropped you on the floor. "It's a good thing I wvas here, isn't it? You wvould havwe died wvithout me."

You looked to the side, and he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. He smirked down at you and leaned in for a kiss. You stayed still, knowing that your only other choice was to pull away with scratches on your chin and get in even more trouble.

"Nowv, wvho let you out? I knowv you didn't untie the ropes by yourself." You looked away again, choosing to study the wood that you were sitting on instead of your captor's face.

"You're not going to answver me? Fine, I'll figure it out myself." He grabbed your wrist again and pulled you back through the hallways to the captains quarters, and tied you up again. He walked out of the room, but this time nobody opened the door to make an attempt to save you.

You fell asleep a few minutes after you were put into the room, your complete and utter exhaustion mixed with your adrenaline rush ending serving to be very somniferous.

Above the deck, Dualscar was questioning his crew, wondering who it was that had the audacity to try to help you escape. At first he suspected that someone else broke into the ship, but none of the crew members saw it. However, none of the crew members were able to place a certain cerulean bloods actions for a small span of time while Dualscar was off of the ship.

So, Dualscar took appropriate action, and hunted him down. He found the crew member in question sitting alone on his bed in the crew quarters, and grabbed him by the arm. He dragged him back up to the deck, leaving 5 deep scratches on his arm during this ordeal, and dropped him next to his first mate.

You woke up to Dualscar rushing back into the room and untying you. You were a bit confused, because he usually punishes you while you're still tied up. He grabbed the rope and pulled you back through the doorway, down the hallway, and back up the stairs to the deck.

He dropped you near the edge of a puddle of cerulean and tied you back up so the you were facing the troll who helped you escape. You bit your tongue and stared at him apologetically, wishing that he didn't try to help you. You glanced back at Dualscar, and saw that he was holding Ahab's Crosshairs, pointing them at the troll in front of you with a grin on his face.

Before you could even process what was happening, the sound of his rifle going off hit your ears. Everything seemed to slow down, the noises around you growing muffled, like you were being held underwater.

You saw the blood flowing out of the wound, the puddle's edges rushing towards you. You could feel the blood staining your clothes, the warmth seeping through the thin layers that Dualscar had dressed you in that morning. The crew was rushing around you, grabbing the body and pulling it out of your field of vision. Your vision started to fog over, getting cloudier and cloudier until everything was just a blur and mess of noise.

You vaguely felt something warm dripping down your cheeks and realized that you were crying. Dualscar grabbed you again, not bothering to untie you, and carried you back to his room. He put you on the floor and grabbed a different outfit for you. He untied you to force you into it, and then tied you back up on the bed. Exactly where you started.

[d34th2iiren]

Erebus: Find an old piece of notebook paper

–An old scrap of notebook paper is laying on the floor of the second level of the hive, written on in Kro’s flowing handwriting, the following is the contents–

Lusus Lullaby Tune’s Thing

[vwerse 1:] the day nowv is nearing, the moons come to rest. and all of beforus is taking to nest. So vwhy, my dear vwriggler, vwont you go to sleep? i svwear nothing vwill harm you here dowvn in the deep.

[chorus:] nowv its getting late, and you know that the tides vwont vwait. but dry all your tears, theres nothing to fear, for as long as im here youre nevwer alone.

[vwerse 2:] so bring me your daymares that keep you avwake, ill keep them at bay and like vwawves they will break. so rest now my small one, and take to your bed. for svweet dreams avwait you in your sleepy head.

[chorus]

[vwerse 3:] into your bed nowv, the moons set so far. and soon vwill be covwered by our bright morning star. so sleep nowv my dear heart, the days drawving near vwhen it vwill be your turn to conquer young fears.

[chorus x2]

Erebus, back blooding, shoulders oozing, and tired. Wrist broken, body aching, and psii sizzling as he moves many things around to set them in place. The last thing he expected was to find an old paper. Kro had this damn song memorized... Why did he still have it?

Weakly, and through the slowly building tears, Erebus chuckles as he hums slightly offkey along with the song he knew so well. His safe song, his trust, his love. 

His pitchmate that cared enough.

Carefully putting the paper in his syladex, Erebus returned to cleaning, smiling weak, drained.

[lovwe-archive]

crona stole the only bed and nowv evwerybody is pissed.

[slampora]

she's asleep in her bed next to me and all i vwant to do is kiss her evwer so softly on her cheek, tell her things vwill be alright, that i lovwe her.

i shouldn't be here vwith her right nowv, i shouldn't feed into these feelings because i knowv vwe can't be together and i'm going to end up hurt because i vwas being selfish in this moment, only because i vwanted to feel lovwed by someone again.

maybe i shouldn't havwe done this.