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rodentgoth · 10 months ago

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.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.6 |X.

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WHAT'S THIS AN UPDATE AFTER SEVERAL MONTHS!? Sorry this is taking so long, but me and @candy12110 are gonna try and get this done! The next few chapters will be from Marvus's POV, and the last one will go back to Chixie's.

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

*1 month earlier*

Marvus was so tired.

He'd been on his feet all day preparing for his set, and he finally got a chance to just breathe without some lovestruck groupie up his ass asking for an autograph, a hug, or trying to fill his quadrants.

It was exhausting being loved.

He was sitting in his dressing room alone for once, trying to relax while scrolling on Chittr. After scrolling past various adverts and stalkerish fan messages, he came across a video of some bronzeblood performing. They were in a seedy little bar, with a small crowd, and terrible lighting. He didn't have high expectations for them but he could always appreciate a fellow performer.

He watched the video to the very end and was mildly surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He went to the comments, and there were only a few. He wanted to comment but his publicist, and his fanbase, would kill him if he did. He could tell the few trolls that did comment were lower on the hemospectrum, they were pretty supportive. However, he did notice one from a familiar account that caused him to internally cringe.

THECODAKKEFFECT:: Great job, Bronzie boo! Sorry, I couldn't make it. I couldn't miss Marvus’s concert but you looked gorgeous on stage.

He stared at the screen curiously, there was no way in hell that indingdong was her matesprit. And if he was, there was no way he had any good intentions behind it, he was known for having his quadrants forever empty.

Marvus rewatched the Bronzie’s performance, the shot was way too shitty to tell what they looked like. Morbid curiosity led him down the rabbit hole, he got the bronzeblood’s name from the video caption and started looking for anything he could find on them.

Chixie? Chixie. Chixie!

He found a video with far better quality that finally showed what they looked like. Chixie was…shy? Nervous? He wouldn't necessarily say gorgeous, but she wasn't ugly either. She was…cute. She didn't have much presence or hype but she was talented.

After watching at least ten videos of her performing and pouring out her soul he could reasonably say he was a fan. Her lyrics, composition, and the way she put her all into her performance even if he could tell she was scared for her life half the time. Honestly, her nervousness weirdly added to her cuteness. Like a hopbeast shivering in fear but still thumping along in an attempt to scare off predators. She was definitely brave, not fierce or powerful, but she held her own on stage and he liked that.

He broke out of his thoughts to a knock at the door.

"Marvus, I'm coming in. I'm tired of all the noise out here," Chahut announced, busting through the door and entering the room with the rest of the purplebloods following her like quackbeasts.

"Honk!" The smallest clown, Karako, ran up to Marvus and hugged as tight as he could. As annoyed as he was with them barging in, he couldn’t stay mad at the little clown.

"Hey to you too, little wriggler. Been causing trouble?" He patted the little clown’s messy fluff of hair, before actually holding onto him.

"Honk!"

"Good. Never let 'em keep you in a box."

"Honk?" Karako pointed at Marvus's palmhusk.

"What? Her? Nothing. I just liked her songs so I was giving ‘em a listen," He waved the runt off, quickly locking his palmhusk.

Chahut narrowed her eyes at him.

“This another one of ya desperate lil’ groupies?”

“Nah, and mind ya business!”

"Mighty defensive are we?" Chahut stalked closer to Marvus. He instinctively moved the hand holding the device away from her, only for it to get snatched by one of the twins from behind.

They quickly opened the phone to see a video of the bronzie girl playing on a loop.

“Aww your love-sick for a lil’ Bronze girl,” Chahut said mockingly.

“How cute!” She quickly busted out laughing with the twins, before Marvus snatched it back!

“Didn’t I tell ya’ll to mind ya business!” Marvus responded with a clenched jaw. He didn't know why he was being so defensive, but he did find the invasion of his space and privacy annoying.

"Why should we? Mr. Unaffected is over here creeping on some bronzeblood. What happened? Embarrassed?" She said smirking and cocking her head.

The twins both shook their heads before speaking.

"You should be!"

"How embarrassing."

Karako just looked up at the bigger clown confused.

"Honk?"

Marvus’s face grew angrier by the second.

"I'm not feeling flushed for her little man. Why do y'all even care?"

“Cause we love to torture you!”

Chahut commented as she gave the device back to him.

He immediately snatched it out of her hands, causing Chahut to jump back a bit.

“Jeez, we were just playin’!”

He glared up at her annoyed, before sitting back down. The room fell silent for a bit before the twins began to speak.

"You're not seriously developing feelings for the bronzie are you?"

"..."

"You're not seriously developing feelings, right Marvus?!" They both repeated in unison.

His face became more annoyed.

“No, I ain’t!”

"Good,” Chahut cut in sitting down on the couch.

”A troll of your status ain’t got no business foolin’ around with some lowblood girl. You remember what happened last time?”

"That ain't gon happen. A, I'm not foolin’ around with her. B, I don't even know her. C, she's not even a fan. D, most important of all, I ain't never even met her before. There is no business happening here. I saw a cool performance and I wanted to see if she had talent. You motherfuckers are the ones making it weird!"

"Fair enough. Just tryna make sure you ain't repeating that bullshit,"

"Time is money. Do you think I can afford to pay attention to every lowblood out there? Is my name Nova?"

"Honk!"

"Right little man! I'm nothing like that fame chaser,"

“Honk! Honk!” Karako aggressively commented, while the other three just rolled their eyes.

“Whatever.” Chahut stretched her arms behind her head.

“I just can’t wait for you to finally be on vacation. You’re takin’ us with you, right?”

Baizli asked.

“Yeah, we got everything packed up.”

Barzum followed up.

“Honk?”

"You wanna go with me?" Marvus walked over to the smallest clown and picked him up, booped him on the nose.

"Honk!"

"I don't know, they been kinda annoying lately," Marvus teased the smaller troll.

Karako turned to the other purple bloods and shook his head side to side.

"Oh, you not a part of they group? I guess you could come with me. We'll leave these losers behind,"

"Honk!"

"Hear that, it's me and little man's duo trip. But, maybe if ya’ll apologize, I’ll consider bringing yas along.” He and Karako gave a small chuckle

"We're so sorry," The twins enthusiastically responded.

"That's two more invited! Chahut you're next."

"As If I'm apologizin’ to your lame ass," Chahut crossed her arms. She barely moved to sit up before having three pleading faces staring at her.

"Ooooh looks like the wrigglers are gonna miss you. How sad. But I guess you're too lame to hang with guys."

"Fuck you."

"That's not an apology. Wanna try again?"

"I'm sorry, Marvus,” She said grumbling under her breath.

“That’s three!” He said, high-fiving Karako.

"Vacation! Vacation! Vacation! Vacation," the twins chanted, flipping around the room.

"Honk! Honk!" Karako cheered along.

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Marvus was sitting on his bed in the hivetel. He was wearing one of his old merch t-shirts, no point in wearing that clunky tux and scrolling through Chittr. Since the point Chahut made about that clingy lowblood from before he'd been trying to keep his mind off Chixie. Unfortunately, nothing like forbidden fruit makes you want to take a bite. As soon as he arrived and locked himself in his room he’d started watching more videos of the girl. In his scrolling, he came across a post on her actual account.

Chixie:: I'll be performing at BloodBrawl bar tonight. Come out and show support!

Below the text was a picture of the lineup, there in big brown text was her name. She’d be the middle act and the bar was close to the hivetel. It was at that moment that Marvus got an amazing, and kinda stupid, idea. He did have a few toned-down outfits and his favorite black hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to just pop out for a drink real quick.

He just saw a recommendation to come out to a local place that had good music. As an accomplished artist, how could he resist hearing fresh talent? If he just so happened to see the bronzeblood that he's been listening to for the past two days then so be it. It's their fault for choosing this hivetel, not his.

With his plan in mind, he memorized the time she’d be performing and went to gather everything he’d need, searching vigorously through his bags. He found his most raggedy hoodie, an old patched-up pair of sweats, and some platformed boots he wore for a concert messiah knows how long ago. To make things more convincing he decided to give himself a fake caste symbol. But there was only one person in their entire Hivetel with paint…Chahut.

He sighed walking down that hall towards her and Karako’s room.

“Chachki!” He yelled knocking at the door.

He heard several large stomps before the door flew open.

“I thought I told ya to never call me that,” she looked down at him agitated.

“Whatcha want?”

“I need to borrow ya paint sis’.”

She cocked her eyebrow.

“What for?”

“I…Need to repaint some of my shoes.”

He all but mumbled out. It wasn’t a lie, after sweeps of performing a lot of his shoes and outfits were worn out. The bigger clown stared at him for a moment before sighing and going back into her room. She pulled a bag of spray paints out of her suitcase. She tossed them out to him, and he wandered off back to his room. He picked up the burgundy and quickly sprayed a fake caste symbol on his hoodie.

He wanted to make sure no one recognized him, went into the washroom, tied his hair back, and did something he never thought he’d do. He washed his makeup off. It was weird seeing his gray skin after only seeing white on it for so long. For the piece de resistance, fake glasses and a face mask.

He threw his newly painted hoodie on and slunk out of the hivetel room. He took the stairs to avoid any fans or press and snuck out the back of the building. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and hunched forward changing his overall image and hiding as much of his shape as possible. He didn't remember ever being able to leave a building without being watched or swarmed before but it was an exciting feeling.

Before he knew it he was on the streets, heading towards the bar. He did get a few looks on the way, he guessed they’d never seen a burgundy this big. Still, it didn’t stop some of the higher bloods from pushing and shoving him out of their way. To be honest he didn’t even notice most of them, they just bounced off of him. Plus he was too focused on seeing this gig to worry about any of them.

After a few minutes, he finally made it, and there wasn’t too long a line!

When he got in he noticed the place was fairly crowded, he thought back to the lineup, he did remember seeing some popular names. He looked around a bit to see if he could recognize Chixie before giving up and going to get a drink. He had a few songs to get through before he would get to hear hers anyway.

The act currently setting up was a purpleblood band. They were pretty good if he was being honest, but he wasn’t coming for them. He was here for one performance, and one performance only.

After them was a solo indigo.

And after that was another act and another…and another. If he was being honest, a lot of the acts were starting to meld into one another.

Something else he noticed was how many of the acts were blatantly copying him. Not just his lyrics and beat, but his entire persona and style.

Normally he wouldn’t mind this he loved it when people took inspiration from his work. But all of these acts felt the same, there was no flare or pizzazz. Just the same thing over and over expecting to get more applause than the last act, absolutely boring. But, it would all be worth it, soon, cause next up was Chixie!

Only the little bronzie didn’t come out, instead, it was another group of purples who, apparently came late. Marvus sat there confused, as to why Chixie wasn’t on stage.

Maybe they just rearranged her spot, so they could perform?

He didn't care for the abrupt change but it's fine he could sit through one more performance.

After them was another group, indigobloods. Then there was a teal solo act. Then two jade acts back to back.

It seemed like everyone but Chixie was performing tonight, as the show went on more and more trolls started to leave. Soon there was nothing but a handful of lowbloods and one indigo, standing in the front, left. Marvus was considering leaving himself, but he noticed a fairly short troll nervously walking on stage.

The last act came up, and there she was, Chixie. Despite his annoyance, Marvus felt a smile grow across his face when he saw her. He noticed her outfit, it was a long black button-down dress, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of black flats with baggy leg warmers. It wasn’t at all flashy, and it didn’t look expensive, but it was still cute!

His focus on her was broken by the sound of very out-of-place cheering; he looked forward to seeing the indigo loudly praising her and clapping. His eyes migrated back to the bronze girl, who was now awkwardly smiling and waving at him as she pulled down the mic off the stand.

A burgundy with a guitar wrapped around him stumbled out and started playing.

She visibly sighed, before she started to sing.

The song she sang was a somber one. She didn’t do much, she wasn’t loud or flashy like the other acts. She didn’t have dance moves unless you counted hand gestures and hip sways.

She was just being herself, calm, but kind of nervous. Many would probably call her “Plain” or “simple” but that’s what made it all stand out. She wasn’t trying to be this big personality, she knew who she was, and that made her all the more unique to Marvus.

Soon the guitarist stopped and Chixie’s voice disappeared with the last few chords.

He was stunned. She was far better in person than the shitty video quality from Chittr. However, he did appreciate whoever was uploading videos of her performances. He sat for a while watching her interact with the few lowbloods left in the bar before visibly cringing as she turned to the indigoblood that was feeling a little too excited to see her.

"Hey Zebruh! I'm so…glad you could make it. I thought you were going to a concert for that purpleblood you liked."

"Marvus. His name is Marvus.”

The indigo corrected.

“And I did wanna go to his show but I heard he went on vacation, so I decided to come support you in the meantime!"

"That's so sweet of you but you didn't have to-"

"What kind of manager would I be if I wasn't here to support my favorite bronzie!”

He interrupted getting in the bronze girl’s face.

"Oh. Well…You really didn't have to."

"Nonsense! They already bullied you once. If you had let me, I would ' ve made sure they never changed your spot, but of course, you're just too kind," Zebruh smirked. Marvus eavesdropped for a bit and could feel the anger she was hiding from his backhanded compliment.

"I'm glad you think so," She smiled weirdly at the indigo, as he tried to put his hand on her but she turned away like she heard someone call her, barely missing his hand.

"They called Trixie not Chixie," he said, dropping his arm to his side.

"Oh! Well, that's fine. Sorry, but I have to go, I gotta- feed my lusus! I'll see you later."

Without a second she turned and walked away.

"I love that about you. You're so responsible. Bye~"

He yelled at her from across the room.

The mousy girl quickly ran out of the bar, brushing past Marvus. His eyes focused on her face quickly taking in her features as she skittered past him. He wasn't expecting to get such a close-up- up but at least he was right and the trip wasn't a waste, she really was cute.

Marvus made his way back to the hivetel. He figured using the stairs would be better but by the fifth floor, he started regretting his choice. He decided to just take off his sweater and take the elevator the rest of the way up. He managed to make it through the hall without being spotted or recognized. Soon enough he made it back to his room and he sighed loudly when he got in.

His tiredness was soon replaced with panic when he noticed Karako sitting on the couch, legs and arms crossed.

"Honk."

"Woah! Hey little man, what you doing here?"

"Honk?" Karako glared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Where I been? What you mean, where I been? I just stepped out for a bit. I ain’t been gone long."

Karako made an annoyed face at the obvious lie.

"Three hours ain't that long. Why were you in my room for three hours?" He tried to change the subject but the little clown steamrolled past it.

"Honk. Honk."

"Thanks for thinkin' of me but you really ain't have to and as you can see I'm fine."

"Honk?" Karako asked again.

"I just got a drink and forgot to check my palmhusk. Sorry little dude."

The little clowned glared him down, giving an exaggerated pout.

"Just down the block! Look, it's not that serious."

"…Honk," Karako glared at him suspiciously.

"No, I didn't go see that girl. What girl are you even talkin' about?"

Karako quickly showed the evidence on his palmhusk.

" I didn't go to see her! I just got a drink at a bar she just so happened to be performin' in."

“Honk!”

“My makeup? It needed to be redone, so I took it off!”

“...Honk,” The small clown pointed at the jacket, and glasses he still had in his hand. It was at this point Marvus knew the little clown wouldn’t give up, he sat next to him and began to explain.

“Okay, I ain’t confirmin’ or denyin’ nothing. But maybe, maybe , I went to see her perform,” His panic was replaced with a small grin as he explained further.

“You should’a seen her! She was so sweet and so talented. I thought seeing her in person would, you know, scratch the itch. Sate my curiosity.”

Karako cocked his head at the older clown.

"Yeah, I probably should've left it alone but I couldn't not go after being told not to watch her."

“Honk!” Karako began to chuckle as he stated the obvious.

“No! I ain’t got red feelings for her! I remember what happened last time!” He picked Karko up into his arms “Besides, you too young to be talkin’ bout that!”

“Honk?”

“Yeah…I did say this was different…”

“Honk!”

“No! I ain’t goin’ back to see her.”

Karako grabbed Marvus’s palmhusk again, going onto Chixie’s Profile.

He pointed at the red quadrant status, which was marked as empty.

"Karako, I can't do that again. Chahut would kill me if I brought another groupie around!"

"Honk!"

"I know she's not a groupie but still it's not gonna end well either way." Marvus slightly raised his voice, causing Karako to tear up a bit.

The little clown began to cry and fuss, Marvus sighed and brought him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry little man, it’s just I can’t be out here catching red feelings for a girl I don’t even know,” He pulled Karako back wiping his tears, smudging his makeup a bit.

“Besides, if I went chasing after her, you and me wouldn’t have time to hang out!” He booped the runt’s nose.

“And ya wouldn’t want that now would ya?”

Karako nodded his head “no”.

“Then let’s not focus on all that quadrant mess, okay?”

“...Honk!” Karako squeezed his arms around Marvus’s waist, pulling him in for one last hug.

"Yeah! Let's get some faygo and grubcorn. We can watch a movie. Let me just get my paint back on."

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anxiousfanchild · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Attack on Titan

Hetalia

Homestuck/Hiveswap

Danganronpa

Harry Potter

The Lost Boys

Fire Emblem

My Little Pony

The Hunger Games

NCIS

Labyrinth

The Outsiders

Game of Thrones

Slashers

Naruto

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rocket-propelled-spaz-maggot · 4 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hiveswap, Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Xefros Tritoh & Original Troll Character(s) Characters: Xefros Tritoh, Original Troll Character(s), Original Troll Character(s) (Homestuck) Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Songfic, Implied/Referenced Torture, Death, Character Death, Major character death - Freeform, MCD, Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bad Ending, Not Beta Read, One Shot, i'll add more tags as they come to me, Execution Series: Part 1 of War Outside Summary:

Your name is Xefros Tritoh, and today you'll be going on a dramatic suicide mission.

#This is my first ever finished fic and I'm so excited to have it posted :D #Hiveswap #Xefros tritoh #xefros #homestuck #fanfic #fanfiction #ramblings #my writing #wo #txt

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apocalypticanuyushi · 2 years ago

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Hey, my name is Anuyushi, and up until recently I was a very well known writer on Wattpad.

Last week, I lost my entire account, it's gone, obliterated in an accident, and I have no way to tell any of my followers the situation.

I mostly prioritized for the fandoms in my tags, and it took me an upwards of almost ten years to get where I was, but it was gone in a single night.

I was able to reupload all of my things but due to the Wattpad algorithms, it's impossible for my stories to get noticed, I tried myself, and they virtually don't exist unless you scroll miles of content.

I'm devastated, and concerned about the readers who were waiting on updates and information about their favorite fanfictions. This post is a way to hopefully let them know that I have a new account under the name ApocalypticAnuyushi, and reaching out to anyone who's able to get the word out to their platforms and help where I'm now stuck in silence.

I wrote popular stories such as Light My Fire in the Naruto fandom, and Silver Infinity for Danganronpa, and I have a lot more planned as well, just.... Under a new account.

#Naruto #Homestuck #Danganronpa #Kamukoma #Komahina #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Wattpad #Ao3 #Quotev #Xreader #Story #Fandom #Sonic #Hiveswap #Boost

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ritualofcirice · 1 year ago

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This Story Is in Dire Need of a New Title Now It Has Been Revamped. And Tagora Still Needs to Fix His Hive. (Tagora x Reader)

🐑 ♡ Thank you Sycamore for beta'ing this one for me, it's been a big help ♡🐑

Tagora's hive is wrecked, but you're there to help.

Teen and Up Audiences, No Warnings, F/M, M/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Flushed Romance | Matesprits, Chores and Lists, Ambiguous Gender Reader, Ambiguous Species Reader, POV Second Person

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 2,210

“We both deserve a little compensation for all of this. *______” Tagora sighed.

He gestured towards the wreckage to exemplify 'this'. 'This' was left by the drone that had been searching for a mutant of some sort, and said mutant had not been hidden in his hive. That much was for certain, but the drone had made sure to check the entirety of the space with their own unchecked destruction.

Simply put, most civilised trolls could operate a door handle. Meanwhile, a drone used any sort of explosive or weapon to remove the door and its surrounding area to get in. Not that it mattered given they would then proceed to obliterate anything else in their way. That included and was not limited to: furniture, crucial parts of the hive’s structure, expensive goods, and much cared for lusii equipment.

One look from a critical eye would have been able to tell that there was no room for a mutant - or otherwise - to hide. Tagora’s whole hive aesthetic touched upon chic chaos after all, and it would not be ideal for a deadly game of hide and seek. Too many things to knock over. Too many things in the places you might have hidden. Again, this did not matter.

It had been three days since you had both started to try and clean the mess, and you had made it nowhere. The only good thing to come of it was the additional time you got to spend with Tagora. Since his place was trashed, you’d offered for him to stay at yours. It took some convincing, but he warmed up to the idea after he had tried to relax in the new, open plan demolition site.

This wasn’t to say you were happy his hive was in such a state, no. It was a mess. A bad one. But you had enjoyed a lot of pamper sessions to help him unwind, and to have him snuggled by your side during your rest… It was safe to say you would be making those arrangements with him once his hive was fixed up.

“What am I doing today then?” you asked. Tagora pursed his lips and pulled out a sheet of folded paper from his pocket. He muttered under his breath as he opened it up and placed a finger against the surface. It traced each day, until he found the right one, then moved to your name. Inside of the box read all of the tasks he had delegated you.

“Let’s see, today you need to brush up the rubble in the other room and throw out anything too broken to be saved,” Tagora said. “And please, if you don’t know, ask me this time.”

You pulled on your gloves and nodded to let him know you’d caught all of it. Then, with a wave, you headed over to one of the broken entryways. "Oh-” you choked, fingers slid around the part of the wall that separated you both. “I'm here to help, so you better remember that too. What are you doing today anyway?”

He looked like someone held him at knife point, his plans disturbed before they had even been put into motion. A harsh breath rasped in his throat, and his jaw hung slack.

“Well,” Tagora managed, “I.” He stopped, and in a blur, the paper was pulled from his pocket again. You had broken him.

“I’m in charge of contacting the proper authorities about repairs, general cleaning, ordering, and any additional redecoration for the previous two rooms we’ve completed. Depending on shipment, we might get them finished before the sunrise. It might mean a trip out, however.” He had chewed on each ‘might’ with equal amounts of venom each time. Given his position right in the centre of the hemospectrum, delivery was always a game of roulette, and he had a flawless prediction rate.

You reassured him once more that you wouldn’t mind tagging along if he needed to go. The paper dropped from his face, and he was a pretty shade of teal.

“There isn’t a need for you to come along,” he huffed, “but I would appreciate an escort. *______” There was a softness to his words that left you with a grin. You gave him another wave and headed to your duties.

Rubble weighed heavy on your shoulders, and after some time, each bent back or lifted object caused pain to shoot up your spine. It seared hot within each bundle of nerves. The odd graze or cut you had sustained stung, and you had taken a break to pull out numerous splinters. Still, the place started to clean up.

Aside from the wall, the damage was minimal. Most of the rubble that had been scattered across the room had dodged the majority of the furniture. That left you with an easier second job once the floor wasn’t a wreck. You even dusted up some of the finer cleaning that needed to be done, even if it wasn’t on your schedule. Tagora could complain all he liked when he found out, but the delegation of chores and tasks list could never comprehend your occasional affectionate gestures.

You knew in the end he appreciated it. Especially in the given circumstances.

Lost in reminiscence, you allowed yourself to stew over images of Tagora’s head on your lap. You stroked his hair whilst he told you how much you made things seem easy. Calm. Relaxed. A pocket of joy in a never ending cycle of anxiety fueled torment.

Alternia was a nightmare, and so you shared your duties with kindness in mind.

The same kindness that called to you to swaddle Tagora in your arms the moment you saw him again. You had picked up a broken lamp, and after a look over you couldn’t decide whether to scrap it or not. It worked, but the shade was in a state of disrepair. The same you found your matesprit.

His features were obscured by a thick tangle of hair which he had woven each of his fingers into. He held it tight, and you could make out the tension from where each strand pulled at his skin. This image wasn't long lived though. At the sound of your entry his head whipped up. Embarrassment crossed his face, and his attention diverted near immediately to the side.

That was the signal. Lamp abandoned beside him, your arms were free to catch him in an embrace. At first, his embarrassment heightened, and you felt him tense within your grasp. A single look from his eye might have betrayed murderous intent, but this soon eased. Usually, you would break away after a second or two when this happened. Tagora had other ideas.

Horns fought for dominance in the tight space between your arms and chest. You had to dip down to his level to embrace him; your arms navigated to his neck to avoid any sharp pokes. Tagora had refused to let you see his face in the transition. Instead, he snuggled tight into your shoulder.

His grip overwhelmed you, and a surge of worry coursed through your veins. He clung to you as if you were the one thing to keep him afloat on a stormy sea. The terrors below circled him on those waters while he fought a losing battle.

A sharp hiss sounded too close to your ear, and you jumped from fright. Tagora let out a ‘hiccup’. A sort of tie between a sob and an irritated exhale of air. The result caused him to force you away, allowing him to fold his arms around himself.

Eye contact still avoided, you took in the state of your matesprit. He chewed on his lip, which bled the same colour as the tears that fell down his cheeks. He passed one sly glance your way. But he didn’t make an effort to clean himself up. No, he continued to hold himself in what became a tight ball of limbs.

“I hate all of this,” Tagora began. You nestled yourself beside the chair, and tapped on his closest leg. He lowered it to a spot where you placed your chin on top. With a reassuring pat from your hand, you opted to maintain the contact he had welcomed.

“I hate all of this,” Tagora repeated, “and by all of this I mean the ridiculous excrement this planet pushes out. I didn’t ask to have my hive destroyed. I didn’t want my hive to be destroyed, but oh no, my hive was destroyed anyway!” He continued to rant in a chorus of heated anguish and rage. He spoke fast, but with all the purpose he needed to project his frustrations. Even if you didn’t catch everything, you knew what he was trying to say.

A hand soon found your head as he lost himself in his exasperation, and he stroked your hair without a single spared thought.

“Five thousand sweeps wouldn’t be enough time to clean up the catastrophic societal mess we live in, and I’ve got to take the next hundred to tidy my hive! Nobody will apologise to me, nobody will make up for it, nobody will give me a single shred of recompense. Neither will I get back the precious time I am wasting when my finances rely on my presentability to potential clients. Nobody will work with someone who is missing half of their hive! What is this?

“Forget that, I know what it is, a mess. That is exactly what it is. A mess. A huge mess. ‘Hello prospective client, ignore the huge hole in the side of my hive, I’m redecorating’. I don’t think I could pull that off. Although…” Tagora trailed off and swiped the blood from his lip. He looked at it with a weary eye, then smudged it between his fingers in an attempt to get rid of it.

After the tears were wiped away, he cradled his chin between his thumb and index finger in that signature GorGor style. He muttered about the potential to up his fees, play on the discomfort of a troll that poured out their heart, or set up his office elsewhere for now. It would be your hive, you were informed, if he did relocate for a time.

You’d love that, but he didn’t need to know. You were both deep in red romance territory without the added fluff. His hand had remained firm on your head, and you lapped up the affection. All the while, you looked up at him as the light returned to his eyes. There was a twinkle of mischievousness that sparked from deep within.

Claws scratched at your scalp. Tagora's attention was focused on you. After so much talk, he had fallen silent. Teal had seeped across his features again, and no amount of empathy could decipher his expression. What he felt was a mystery to you until he smiled.

He leant down. With care he enveloped your head in a nest of arms, hair, soft kisses, and affection. Everything was dark inside of your lover's embrace. It was a darkness you could slip into comfortably. Wallow.

“If you’re going to relocate the office, why don’t you do that next time instead of coming here? I don’t mind tidying up if you want to get yourself sorted. Work might make you feel better,” you said.

Tagora let out a gentle hum to let you know he had heard you. Then he told you he would think about it. He didn’t want to leave you to deal with 'this'. It seemed like an unfair distribution of responsibilities. Besides, who would be there to comfort him if he had a meltdown?

He drew back from you, and he cleared his throat. In no time at all, he returned to his upright position. Tagora, who buised himself with sorting out any wardrobe malfunctions, seemed ready to return to his chores. Meanwhile, you vacated his legs and returned to your feet. One of your hands grasped at the table edge to steady yourself, but it remained there as you leant across and placed a well earned kiss on Tagora’s cheek.

He scrunched up his face in mock disgust, eyes narrowed as he stared you down.

“This is valuable time you’re wasting. It seems one of us might not be pulling their weight in this partnership, *______” Tagora said. You pressed a knuckle into his arm and fixed a strand of hair for him. His hands shot up towards it, and he began to fuss over it up like you had ruined everything.

“Sorry boss, I’ll get back to it,” you teased. “There’s a lamp there for you. You decide if it needs to go.” You placed another kiss on his forehead and admired how Tagora’s smile grew a little wider.

“Maybe you can add a break onto the list too, I want to see if the ablution trap is in working order to give some care to my matesprite.”

The scratch of a pen on newly unfolded paper told you that the break was added in. All you had to do was finish up your jobs, and bit by bit, Tagora would find some normality again.

His lusii too. The poor thing hated your hive.

#Ritual_Of_Cirice fanfiction #hiveswap #fanfic #ao3 #tagora gorjek #tagora gorjek x reader #x reader #second person #self insert #tw emotional distress

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bluebird-writing · 1 year ago

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The Town of Anywhere

Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space 9, Star Trek: Voyager, Steven Universe, Homestuck, Hiveswap, Cells At Work, The Kane Chronicles

Chapters: 32/?

Rating: Teen and Up

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pairings: Many minor pairings, read the tags

Summary: “On the east coast of the US, there is a small town called Anywhere, where some of our favorite fictional characters keep washing up on the beach, often injured, with no memory of where they came from and who they are, the only clues to their past identities being the clothes they washed up in, their own names, and the strange feelings and dreams they occasionally have. Soon enough, they settle into their new life, but the questions still remain: who were they? And why are they here?”

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jonayariley · 7 months ago

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We move from a world similar to our own to the first glimpse of one that is quite different in chapter 3 of the Twenty-Fourth Problem, "First Echoes of the Dead Planet!"

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #fanfic #hiveswap #au fanfiction #writing #aranea serket #lynera skalbi #science fiction #twenty-fourth problem

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serpentsbreakdown · 2 years ago

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Another labstuck lab report- specifically a police report!!!

… I forgot to post this one

#homestuck #hiveswap #labstuck #au #karkat vantas #fanfiction

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gamzee-little-clown · 2 years ago

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Kurloz <3 Gamzee

Kurloz <3< Marvus <3< Gamzee

Kurloz and Gamzee travel to Alternia's past after leaving their groups. They chill at Marvus circus and learn that he is the current top clown in service directly to the Messiahs.

Time passes, Marvus, having some strange command over time, comes back to the present with them.

Kurloz dislikes Marvus for many reasons, and the feelings are mutual. Their private hate makeouts are interrupted by the now GHB Alpha timeline Kurloz's descendant.

Gamzee resents Marvus as well, for different reasons. Marvus returns the feeling of annoyance and just to piss Kurloz off, he starts making out with the younger Makara while the elder painfully squeezes those honking tits together.

Gamzee gets pulled into it shortly afterward.

==>Gamzee: Get used as a bucket in a hate fucking gay clown three way with your Matesprit and his Kismesis who just might hate you too..

this b a prompt? Yea that.

I am not feeling up to writing this atm, please, please, someone do it for me....

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fortjester · 9 months ago

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JADE: i know youre kinda all-knowing or whatever JADE: but we could barely save ourselves back then! JADE: how were we supposed to know some random girl would be imperative to winning the game?! CALLIOPE: you could not have. the point is not that you should have saved her then, but that you do need her now.

or, alt-calliope sends the harleyberts back through the timeline to rescue joey claire (and her brother)

#fuck off lou #my post #finally posting this after toiling so long over it #link #writing #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #homestuck #hiveswap #joey claire #jude harley #jade harley #john egbert #hs #[drops this on the ground and runs]#pls be nice to me i havent posted fic properly in almost a year

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rodentgoth · 2 years ago

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.X| "Answer Phone" - Ch.3 |X.

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I would like to thank my girlie @candy12110 for co-writing/editing with me! Love ya sis!

Rating:: 13+ // Teen

Fandom:: Homestuck

Themes/Kinks:: None

After several days of calls from Zebruh and texts from Cridea, her ticket had finally come in the mail! The train for Jeevik week left today, but Chixie had been so excited that she’d packed days in advance. In all honesty, she was kinda agitated, having to pack and unpack to make sure she had everything, discussing the schedule with Cridea, and having to deal with the most annoying essence of Zebruh’s clout-chasing. But, the day was finally here, and it would all be worth it.

A honk outside her door took her by surprise, she looked outside the window of the hive and saw a vehicle with an indigo caste symbol on the hood. Normally she wouldn’t trust taking anything from Zebruh, let alone a ride, but the closest train station was miles away, and he was the only one willing and able to give her a ride.

She quickly grabbed her bag and headed out.

The minute she set foot outside Zebruh opened the door and greeted her.

“Hey, Cupcake!”

Chixie felt herself cringe on the inside, but she powered through her disgust and formed a strained smile.

“Hey.” She responded back shortly and quietly as she walked up to him.

He immediately opened the car door and held out his hands.

She lightly grabbed his hand, trying to leave as much space between them as she could, as she hopped in the car.

He closed the door behind her, and Chixie looked up in the driver’s seat, The chauffeur was a burgundy blood, who looked as nervous as Chixie felt.

As soon as Zebruh got in and buckled his seat belt, the driver speeded off.

They spent a few minutes in silence before Zebruh spoke up.

“So, you excited to perform, princess?”

Chixie jumped a bit as if she’d be snapped out of a trance, she had spent the last minute or so re-reading messages on her palmhusk. They were all from R3dSplatter, and reading them was weirdly calming for her. To have someone to actually talk to about her music, who wasn’t an obsessive indidingdong. She sighed before finally responding to him.

“Yeah…but also a little nervous.”

She fidgeted with the device in her hand.

“I’m sure you'll do great. And if you don't I'll be there if you need a shoulder to cry on.”

He said, moving his hand to her thigh. She cringed internally but did her absolute best not to show her disgust.

"You're so sweet," Chixie said, giving him the least forced smile she could before crossing her legs and leaning away in a subtle attempt to get his hand off of her.

She heard her palmhusk ding and looked down to see a message from her new friend.

R3dSplatter:: I can’t wait to see you there, I know you’ll do great! Chixie smiled at her palmhusk, their words gave her more comfort than anything Zebra could've said. Chixie:: I can't wait to see you either! Cheer for me okay? R3dSplatter:: I will!

It took a few hours for them to reach the station, by then Chixie had fallen asleep in the car, Zebruh had actually scooted closer to her, resting her head on his shoulder. He shook her thigh in order to wake her up.

“We’re here, sweetcheeks!” Zebruh whispered into her ear. Chixie opened her eyes and froze when she realized something was touching her. Then she remembered who she was with and her body violently jerked away.

"You okay? You seemed tired so I decided to be a gentleman and let you sleep on me. Didn't mean to surprise you like that," Zebruh said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a sleazy attempt to 'comfort' her.

Chixie took a minute to slow her breathing, doing her best not to violently shove him away or cuss him out. She had to remind herself that he was her benefactor and even if he was a creep she couldn't afford to piss him off. She forced a smile once again and replied.

“I-it’s fine, I was just a bit shaken up, is all…”

She said, feeling a few beads of sweat roll down her face.

"No need to be afraid, my dear. The only ones here are me and you. And we both know I would never hurt you!" he replied with a smirk. Chixie resisted the urge to snarkily point out that the chauffeur was also here, but managed to resist.

She could just picture the things he was imagining while he stared at her in such close proximity. Her eyes darted around the vehicle as she thought of an escape plan. Her eyes landed on the station outside the window and she perked up. She immediately reached for the handle, and smoothly slid out of his hold, speaking in the fakest voice of excitement to hide her panic.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we're already here. It was so sweet of you to give me a ride! I should get to the platform. I want to get a good place to stand so I can grab a seat. It was nice riding with you. I'll see you later!" She gushed out, doing her best to seem appreciative and not like she wanted to crawl out of her skin to get away from him. The urge to take a full body bath to get rid of the feeling of his hand on her bare skin was overwhelming but she kept her calm in front of him.

Zebruh immediately hopped out of the car after her “I could always wait with you!”

Chixie froze as she turned back to look at him.

“Y-you don’t have to do all that! I don’t wanna inconvenience you!”

She replied, hoping that for once in his life he would take the hint!

“Nonsense, it would be rude of me not to escort you!”

He held out his hand for her to grab. Chixie hesitated to grab it, but she gave a very audible sigh as she grabbed his hand, and he guided her to the platform.

The two of them got a lot of looks and stares from various trolls in the station, most of them were looks of disgust and confusion from other highbloods. She looked over at Zebruh, he had a disgustingly calm and kinda smug face. As much as he loved to rant about not caring about the hemospectrum, quadrants, or what troll society thought of him, he reveled in the attention it got him. All the stares and whispers were his validation that he was a good “Lowblood Ally”.

Chixie just looked down as they made it to the platform.

When they made it up the stairs she heard Zebruh audibly gasp. She looked up at him to see what was up, only to see his gaze was fixed on a troll near the gate.

She looked over to see what all the fuss was about.

Standing near the gate was a tall, well-dressed, and very well-built purple blood. His hair was a huge mass of curls, and his horns were crooked, with one going out to the side instead of up. He wore a purple suit with gold and black accents, and if the face paint was anything to go by, he was definitely a clown.

Chixie could feel Zebruh’s whole body quake through their hands, as he started to speak.

“Th-Tha-Tha that’s Marvus Xoloto! I knew he was on vacay, but I didn’t think I’d actually get to see him!”

Zebruh almost screamed at the top of his lungs, as he gripped the bronzebood’s hand tighter.

Chixie looked at him even more confused. She had heard that name before, he was some big-shot performer who Zebruh would almost never shut up about. She never really paid much attention to him when he talked about him, it was obvious he just wanted to pail the guy.

Chixie looked over at him in a strange mix of curiosity and disgust. On the one hand, if what Zebruh had told her was true, Marvus was a very vocal social activist, who apparently voiced hatred of the hemospectrum and its oppressive nature in multiple interviews. On the other hand, He was a purpleblood, even if he voiced hatred of it, that didn’t mean anything to Chixie. She has been surrounded by fake activists before and will probably continue to be for the foreseeable future. At the end of the day, Marvus was higher on the spectrum than her, and could easily have her killed if she even looked at him the wrong way. After affirming who he was she immediately diverted her eyes, to avoid trouble. The only good thing about his presence was that Zebruh seemed to forget about her and began to orbit him, slowly getting closer to him and farther from her. In her disdain for the two highbloods, she missed how he had kept an eye on her since she entered. In fact, he had a clear difference in his stance and expression from when Zebruh was holding her hand to when he let go and moved away from her. She missed the way he relaxed as she did the farther Zebruh got from her.

She found a seat by the gate, but far enough to leave some distance between her and the purpleblood.

To fill the silence and quell her anxiety she pulled out her palmhusk to text the only person that currently wasn't making her life worse.

Chixie:: I'm at the platform! Are you here too or will you not be at Jeevik week?

She sent the message when she heard a buzz across from her not even a minute later.

Her best guess was that Marvus had gotten a notification, on his device, however, he didn’t seem to check it right away. Chixie’s anxious mind began to wander a bit. What if she had somehow accidentally messaged him instead of R3dsplatter? She chuckled a bit at the thought, it was a silly thing to worry about. Marvus was a big celebrity, who probably gets hundreds of notifications every minute. She heard another buzz from across the room, validating her theory. Still in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but think that buzz was too coincidental.

#fanfic #mine #fanfiction #fic #homestuck #chixie roixmr #hiveswap #hiveswap chixie #hiveswap marvus #marvus x chixie #marvus xoloto #hiveswap zebruh #zebruh codakk

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