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TOTAL: 19 195 words! :DDDDDDDDDD
POSTED: uh, that's just the meme ficlets. .___.
-NaruSasu... IN SPACE!!, Sasuke meets some more clone-y in-laws (three comments! This is off to a good start. >__>) (1 422 words)
-Psychic wolves: Heero & Mary prequel (525 words)
-Jet/Zuko sequel from that Jet/Zuko/Katara thing (729 words)
-Byakuya POV from Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends : Brother In Law Edition (134 words)
-Amateur Palemates Smuttin It Up!! now featuring kinky!auspistice!Karkat. Gamzee POV. (1 173 words)
-Waterbender!Heero, training. (GW/AtLA fusionthing) (519 words)
-Sasuke/Juugo sequel to the Team Hebi Does Sasuke fic (739 words)
WIP:
-Teamwork: Wedding, start of chapter 2 (1 347 words)
-Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot, chapt.1 scenes 1&2 (3 698 words)
-Homestuck: Another sequel to Amateur Palemates (.__.) (521 words)
-Homestuck: Garden, part of Chapter 2 (8 388 words)
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Teamwork: Wedding, start of chapter 2
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It wasn't like he never got to see Sasuke naked. They lived together (hence changing clothes next to each other), shared the same bed at night (hence getting ready for bed next to each other, oh and all that sex they were supposed to have), etcetera. At the public baths, in full daylight, with only a small towel draped over his lap as he poured a bucket of water over his head, though, it ought to have been different.
If the stench of mud and pig manure hadn't been enough to ruin the mood, the fact that if he glanced at Sasuke he inevitably caught an eyeful of naked Sai as well would have done it.
Kakashi-sensei had long fled -- asshole had of course mostly stood off to the side giving advice on how best to drag all that muck out of the clogged riverbed, which meant he was clean enough to go and report on another successful C-rank. Naruto would have bet he'd absconded so fast because of all that potential for inter-student butt-ogling, though.
Man, he wished.
"All that manual labor was a change of pace," Sai commented cheerily from Sasuke's other side. "I rarely get the opportunity on my usual missions."
Sasuke of course pretended he'd been struck deaf and nothing was more important than scrubbing sticky, stinky mud from in-between his toes.
Which involved bending over.
Which involved Naruto getting an eyeful of unhealthily pasty Sai hip along with still-freaky-pale-but-not-that-pale Uchiha dorsal muscles and fine ass, so Naruto didn't even get a full second to think to himself 'yup, I sure tapped that'.
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Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot
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The wolves were looking at each other, Killer with his head low and his ears tilted doubtfully back, but already inching before Duo like he might need to protect him, the other wolf sitting regal with his feet perfectly placed, maybe a little curious behind the calm.
New one. Greeting. Almost words, wrapped up in a sense of patience, something Duo might translate, snooty language and all, as 'I have no desire to fight you, though if you start it I have no issue with finishing it.'
Killer lifted the undertone from his mind and his ruff started prickling up, his tail stiffened. He didn't growl; he never did, when he meant it. Duo caught a fistful of fur and gave a tug. No fighting. Spaceport. Nobody's turf.
Wufei's left eyebrow arched pointedly. "Friendly."
"Oh, shut up." Duo had to breathe in and out, shed his wolf's unease and irritation, that itch to know where they stood, if the not-quite-stranger was an enemy or an alpha or an inferior to protect or what. He didn't want to start arguing with Wufei, they had enough potential issues that might blow up at the merest wrong touch and Duo really wanted to let sleeping wolves lie.
Even though it still stuck in his throat that the last time he'd been on the same battlefield as Wufei they'd been on opposite sides of it. However brief that had been.
Enemy?
No. Just -- no, no. He was being stupid. A stupid puppy. Grown up now.
Okay. Deep breath. Step forward. Offer hand. "Hey, oh-five."
He was greeted by silence, for a second, two, and then the red and black wolf tilted his head to look up at Wufei and Wufei nodded a slow, deep-in-thought nod and took his hand. "Hey, oh-two."
Shake. Duo couldn't help but fling him a smirk; hah, the iceman unbent! kind of thought.
Iceman used to be (corditenitroglycerineblood) Yuy, I thought.
"--Gack."
And now Wufei was smirking back, thin and mocking, playful like a tiger would be -- run or fight you'd end up savaged either way, but at least the tiger would have fun. "You're broadcasting."
"Aw, shut up. I'm not. It's not like I -- how the fuck does it even work?"
Wufei shrugged. "Killer speaks to Glenfiddich, who speaks to me?"
Duo transferred his glare on his brother. Killer flipped an ear back in annoyance. Not. Not talking. The red and black wolf snorted; it sounded like one of Wufei's snorts, not out of any need to sneeze, just a need to underline his incredulous mockery.
"You've been Killer's brother longer than I've been Glenfiddich's. You should know this." Concern came through before he could get offended, and Wufei's eyes, sober for once, not mocking or distant. Duo breathed out and tried to loosen the muscles in his shoulders without being too obvious about it.
"Yeah, well, not like there's a big pack up there to chat with." He sighed, looked at Glenfiddich straight on. His markings were really sharply delimited, more like a German Shepherd's black saddle than a wolf's more blurred coat, but then again Killer did have some facial markings that came out a bit Husky at the edges. He supposed that was what came out of centuries of semi-controlled breeding. He offered his hand, palm up, shushing Killer's unease, ignoring the way he pushed his muzzle close so he could counter-bite if Glenfiddich made a wrong move. "Hey, Glen. Nice to meet you properly."
The scent of alcohol filled his nose, sharp and smooth, and hints of some big Earth animal -- exhaustion-sweat through fur -- over snow. "Stag," Wufei said, and then rolled his eyes a bit. "Stag and whisky. His official name is 'Evening at a Hunting Lodge on the Last Day of Deer Season'."
Duo cracked up. Just pure and simple cracked up, folding in two as he choked on uncontrollable giggles. He knew Killer was head-tilting at him in confusion (the fuck were those mouth-noises so funny), and he knew the rare people who had any reason to pass by -- mostly spaceport employees carrying things around -- were just plain stopping by to stare at the tableau, but he -- the way Wufei had rolled his eyes as he recited it, and the name, oh god, the name.
"Ah, phew, sorry. It's just -- so snooty."
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Homestuck: Another sequel to Amateur Palemates .__.
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"So." He rubbed his palms over his jeans, swallowed. His throat was tight. "... So. Just to -- I've just got to ask a last time. Are you sure?"
He'd have gotten annoyed at the first repeat, personally, but Gamzee was still patient for the fourth. "Hey, bro, you know I'm chill about this. Got nothing to be ashamed of, right?"
"... Right. Yeah. Okay." Yeah. Who was he fooling. Gamzee wasn't the one having the attack of nerves, Karkat was, they both knew that; Gamzee was just letting him pretend otherwise.
He'd always wondered how he would know serendipity when it came, but it wasn't hard, not the way it had smacked him in the face. He knew bone-deep they were fated, a perfect fit. Ruining it with his stupid was not to be borne, which meant Karkat had to get himself to the stage of demanding things and having needs and trusting his pale partner to fulfill them already. Selfish as fuck not to, keeping them unbalanced thanks to his misplaced pride.
Yeah. if he could sell it to himself as something he was asking so Gamzee felt he was pulling his weight, he'd... fall into the same bullshit mindset of 'he needs me more than I need him' and fuck that noise.
Karkat was the one with the abnormal want Gamzee was indulging.
Karkat was the one with the perfect, beautiful life bond. He squared his shoulders. "Okay. Let's do this."
He went to the pile, lowered himself slowly onto his knees at the edge. Gamzee waited for him, reclined across movie cases and bottles of Faygo, limbs loose and smile ... Karkat was sure he was the only one who ever got to see that smile -- not a vacuous grin, just a slight quirk of the lips, fond and a little tender and a lot 'it's so pitiful how out of sorts you get over this, I can't get over it', only in Makaraese it probably came out as 'd'aw, palebro, so cuterrified, lemme cuddle the nerves outta you'.
(It was probably a sign of how ridiculously, brain-dribblingly in pity he was that the second version, mangled as it was, made him want to go 'aw' right back.)
Karkat was willing to let him do that. The cuddle thing. Hell, he'd better be doing that, and soon. Karkat's back was one block of steel-clenched muscle and twitching skin and unhappy warning tingles.
The door's open you grubnut, you're turning your back on an open door, how pancracked are you it's not safe no no stop, but Gamzee reached out to him and hooked a hand behind his neck and tugged him down into his chest, and Karkat went, flop, slumping like a scalemate cut out of Terezi's tree.
"Nothing too -- too much, okay?" he muttered into Gamzee's chest, and then he burrowed against his neck so no one would see the way his cheeks burned.
Gamzee hummed under his breath, shifted a little so they fit, ribs and gangly limbs and all aligning somehow.
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Homestuck: Garden
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"The lioness wonders why her crab friend looks so crabby. She says, he will have wrinkles before he's even ten sweeps old!"
And then she licks the pad of her thumb and tries to rub the spot between your brows like it's a smudge of dirt she can actually erase. You flail in protest and try to dodge, but while you were deep in thought Nepeta has reclaimed your arm. Again. How did you not notice, it is simply ridiculous. You are trapped, there is nowhere to go, and now you have catgirl spit on your face!
You flail your free hand in her direction a bit, though you don't get it too close in case she captures that one as well. "Stop slobbering all over me! That's disgusting, holy grubmunching fuck."
"Karkitty, why are you frowning." She scowls at you. It looks like a caricature of John's Serious Face.
"I'm not frowning, my face is just that way, okay. It's a birth defect, now shut up and go back to the despair pit of nerd hell you came from."
"Nyaa?" she says, and tilts her head like a dizzy, horn-shaken wiggler.
"No, seriously. There's nothing to frown about, everything's been going really well since --" You feel your frown deepening this time; you turn your face away; "--since then, no blisters, no food gone bad, we keep finding fresh streams to drink from..."
"Yes! It's grrrreat, isn't it!"
"No it's not. It's weird as fuck! Shit happens. Shit happening is a constant in all of our lives. When shit is not happening it's because shit is happening in areas we have not come across yet and it's in the process of piling up high enough for a shit tsunami, which will conveniently start whenever we happen to walk by that lovely and insufficient shit dam. Welcome to MiddleOfExcrementLakeVille, Population: You."
Nepeta is giggling against your shoulder, since both her hands are clamped onto your arm. You consider shrugging her off, it feels weird, but at least she's smart enough to muffle her voice while the lot of you are walking in an unknown forest a couple hours before dawn like a bunch of ambush-bait idiots.
"... Honestly it's come to a point where I'm pretty sure Vriska sucked out all of that asshole village's luck as revenge for making John sadface."
(As much of a selfish, grandstanding bitch as Vriska is, you find you're almost ready to like her just for how furiously she will defend him. Thankfully the impulse to do so only lasts as long as it takes for her to open her wordhole.)
You glance around for said Vriska, since her babysitter is busy flirting with someone else at the moment. (Goddamn you get that romance is great as fuck but honestly! You thought you could depend on Aradia and Kanaya, but apparently making moobeast eyes at their matesprit... or what ever the fuck Feferi is to Aradia, seriously Sollux can see you, girls ... won against making sure their respective threats-to-keep-at-heel didn't fuck off into the night or otherwise provoke some kind of calamity.)
(Your own threat-to-keep-at-heel is currently ambling beside Tavros and making him blush brown to the tip of his ears, and looking remarkably casual about it. You Do Not Want To Know. Most likely Gamzee is oversharing and doesn't realize. Or thinks it's cute to fuck with people and watch them fluster themselves into an early grave. You're his moirail and you can't tell which it is.)
Nepeta has progressed from giggles to laugh-snorting, for some arcane reason you are quite happy never to unravel. Your shoulder is going to be covered in forest green snot.
"The lioness agrees this is furry likely! Vriskers is sooo red for John. Oh, I want my paints...!"
You grimace, but there's no refuting it.
"It's so sweet that she would do that fur him."
"Yeah, it's also just fucking damn sweet that she did it behind everyone's back and didn't mention it later apart from that really creepy smirk so we can have things ready in case they, you know, figure it out and retaliate. Planning ahead? No, not us, who needs that."
To be honest with yourself (no one will ever hear this, not Nepeta, not even Gamzee, and certainly not Vriska) you probably should scold Vriska for pissing off people who might come at you with pitchforks, no matter how unlikely it is they'll figure it out -- holy nookchafing fuck teamwork is actually a word that exists! with official spelling and a definition, even! -- but you're really just upset you didn't think to order her to do it first.
TOTAL: 19 195 words! :DDDDDDDDDD
POSTED: uh, that's just the meme ficlets. .___.
-NaruSasu... IN SPACE!!, Sasuke meets some more clone-y in-laws (three comments! This is off to a good start. >__>) (1 422 words)
-Psychic wolves: Heero & Mary prequel (525 words)
-Jet/Zuko sequel from that Jet/Zuko/Katara thing (729 words)
-Byakuya POV from Ichigo Has Two Girlfriends : Brother In Law Edition (134 words)
-Amateur Palemates Smuttin It Up!! now featuring kinky!auspistice!Karkat. Gamzee POV. (1 173 words)
-Waterbender!Heero, training. (GW/AtLA fusionthing) (519 words)
-Sasuke/Juugo sequel to the Team Hebi Does Sasuke fic (739 words)
WIP:
-Teamwork: Wedding, start of chapter 2 (1 347 words)
-Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot, chapt.1 scenes 1&2 (3 698 words)
-Homestuck: Another sequel to Amateur Palemates (.__.) (521 words)
-Homestuck: Garden, part of Chapter 2 (8 388 words)
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Teamwork: Wedding, start of chapter 2
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It wasn't like he never got to see Sasuke naked. They lived together (hence changing clothes next to each other), shared the same bed at night (hence getting ready for bed next to each other, oh and all that sex they were supposed to have), etcetera. At the public baths, in full daylight, with only a small towel draped over his lap as he poured a bucket of water over his head, though, it ought to have been different.
If the stench of mud and pig manure hadn't been enough to ruin the mood, the fact that if he glanced at Sasuke he inevitably caught an eyeful of naked Sai as well would have done it.
Kakashi-sensei had long fled -- asshole had of course mostly stood off to the side giving advice on how best to drag all that muck out of the clogged riverbed, which meant he was clean enough to go and report on another successful C-rank. Naruto would have bet he'd absconded so fast because of all that potential for inter-student butt-ogling, though.
Man, he wished.
"All that manual labor was a change of pace," Sai commented cheerily from Sasuke's other side. "I rarely get the opportunity on my usual missions."
Sasuke of course pretended he'd been struck deaf and nothing was more important than scrubbing sticky, stinky mud from in-between his toes.
Which involved bending over.
Which involved Naruto getting an eyeful of unhealthily pasty Sai hip along with still-freaky-pale-but-not-that-pale Uchiha dorsal muscles and fine ass, so Naruto didn't even get a full second to think to himself 'yup, I sure tapped that'.
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Gundam Wing: Lone Wolf and Pilot
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The wolves were looking at each other, Killer with his head low and his ears tilted doubtfully back, but already inching before Duo like he might need to protect him, the other wolf sitting regal with his feet perfectly placed, maybe a little curious behind the calm.
New one. Greeting. Almost words, wrapped up in a sense of patience, something Duo might translate, snooty language and all, as 'I have no desire to fight you, though if you start it I have no issue with finishing it.'
Killer lifted the undertone from his mind and his ruff started prickling up, his tail stiffened. He didn't growl; he never did, when he meant it. Duo caught a fistful of fur and gave a tug. No fighting. Spaceport. Nobody's turf.
Wufei's left eyebrow arched pointedly. "Friendly."
"Oh, shut up." Duo had to breathe in and out, shed his wolf's unease and irritation, that itch to know where they stood, if the not-quite-stranger was an enemy or an alpha or an inferior to protect or what. He didn't want to start arguing with Wufei, they had enough potential issues that might blow up at the merest wrong touch and Duo really wanted to let sleeping wolves lie.
Even though it still stuck in his throat that the last time he'd been on the same battlefield as Wufei they'd been on opposite sides of it. However brief that had been.
Enemy?
No. Just -- no, no. He was being stupid. A stupid puppy. Grown up now.
Okay. Deep breath. Step forward. Offer hand. "Hey, oh-five."
He was greeted by silence, for a second, two, and then the red and black wolf tilted his head to look up at Wufei and Wufei nodded a slow, deep-in-thought nod and took his hand. "Hey, oh-two."
Shake. Duo couldn't help but fling him a smirk; hah, the iceman unbent! kind of thought.
Iceman used to be (corditenitroglycerineblood) Yuy, I thought.
"--Gack."
And now Wufei was smirking back, thin and mocking, playful like a tiger would be -- run or fight you'd end up savaged either way, but at least the tiger would have fun. "You're broadcasting."
"Aw, shut up. I'm not. It's not like I -- how the fuck does it even work?"
Wufei shrugged. "Killer speaks to Glenfiddich, who speaks to me?"
Duo transferred his glare on his brother. Killer flipped an ear back in annoyance. Not. Not talking. The red and black wolf snorted; it sounded like one of Wufei's snorts, not out of any need to sneeze, just a need to underline his incredulous mockery.
"You've been Killer's brother longer than I've been Glenfiddich's. You should know this." Concern came through before he could get offended, and Wufei's eyes, sober for once, not mocking or distant. Duo breathed out and tried to loosen the muscles in his shoulders without being too obvious about it.
"Yeah, well, not like there's a big pack up there to chat with." He sighed, looked at Glenfiddich straight on. His markings were really sharply delimited, more like a German Shepherd's black saddle than a wolf's more blurred coat, but then again Killer did have some facial markings that came out a bit Husky at the edges. He supposed that was what came out of centuries of semi-controlled breeding. He offered his hand, palm up, shushing Killer's unease, ignoring the way he pushed his muzzle close so he could counter-bite if Glenfiddich made a wrong move. "Hey, Glen. Nice to meet you properly."
The scent of alcohol filled his nose, sharp and smooth, and hints of some big Earth animal -- exhaustion-sweat through fur -- over snow. "Stag," Wufei said, and then rolled his eyes a bit. "Stag and whisky. His official name is 'Evening at a Hunting Lodge on the Last Day of Deer Season'."
Duo cracked up. Just pure and simple cracked up, folding in two as he choked on uncontrollable giggles. He knew Killer was head-tilting at him in confusion (the fuck were those mouth-noises so funny), and he knew the rare people who had any reason to pass by -- mostly spaceport employees carrying things around -- were just plain stopping by to stare at the tableau, but he -- the way Wufei had rolled his eyes as he recited it, and the name, oh god, the name.
"Ah, phew, sorry. It's just -- so snooty."
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Homestuck: Another sequel to Amateur Palemates .__.
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"So." He rubbed his palms over his jeans, swallowed. His throat was tight. "... So. Just to -- I've just got to ask a last time. Are you sure?"
He'd have gotten annoyed at the first repeat, personally, but Gamzee was still patient for the fourth. "Hey, bro, you know I'm chill about this. Got nothing to be ashamed of, right?"
"... Right. Yeah. Okay." Yeah. Who was he fooling. Gamzee wasn't the one having the attack of nerves, Karkat was, they both knew that; Gamzee was just letting him pretend otherwise.
He'd always wondered how he would know serendipity when it came, but it wasn't hard, not the way it had smacked him in the face. He knew bone-deep they were fated, a perfect fit. Ruining it with his stupid was not to be borne, which meant Karkat had to get himself to the stage of demanding things and having needs and trusting his pale partner to fulfill them already. Selfish as fuck not to, keeping them unbalanced thanks to his misplaced pride.
Yeah. if he could sell it to himself as something he was asking so Gamzee felt he was pulling his weight, he'd... fall into the same bullshit mindset of 'he needs me more than I need him' and fuck that noise.
Karkat was the one with the abnormal want Gamzee was indulging.
Karkat was the one with the perfect, beautiful life bond. He squared his shoulders. "Okay. Let's do this."
He went to the pile, lowered himself slowly onto his knees at the edge. Gamzee waited for him, reclined across movie cases and bottles of Faygo, limbs loose and smile ... Karkat was sure he was the only one who ever got to see that smile -- not a vacuous grin, just a slight quirk of the lips, fond and a little tender and a lot 'it's so pitiful how out of sorts you get over this, I can't get over it', only in Makaraese it probably came out as 'd'aw, palebro, so cuterrified, lemme cuddle the nerves outta you'.
(It was probably a sign of how ridiculously, brain-dribblingly in pity he was that the second version, mangled as it was, made him want to go 'aw' right back.)
Karkat was willing to let him do that. The cuddle thing. Hell, he'd better be doing that, and soon. Karkat's back was one block of steel-clenched muscle and twitching skin and unhappy warning tingles.
The door's open you grubnut, you're turning your back on an open door, how pancracked are you it's not safe no no stop, but Gamzee reached out to him and hooked a hand behind his neck and tugged him down into his chest, and Karkat went, flop, slumping like a scalemate cut out of Terezi's tree.
"Nothing too -- too much, okay?" he muttered into Gamzee's chest, and then he burrowed against his neck so no one would see the way his cheeks burned.
Gamzee hummed under his breath, shifted a little so they fit, ribs and gangly limbs and all aligning somehow.
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Homestuck: Garden
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"The lioness wonders why her crab friend looks so crabby. She says, he will have wrinkles before he's even ten sweeps old!"
And then she licks the pad of her thumb and tries to rub the spot between your brows like it's a smudge of dirt she can actually erase. You flail in protest and try to dodge, but while you were deep in thought Nepeta has reclaimed your arm. Again. How did you not notice, it is simply ridiculous. You are trapped, there is nowhere to go, and now you have catgirl spit on your face!
You flail your free hand in her direction a bit, though you don't get it too close in case she captures that one as well. "Stop slobbering all over me! That's disgusting, holy grubmunching fuck."
"Karkitty, why are you frowning." She scowls at you. It looks like a caricature of John's Serious Face.
"I'm not frowning, my face is just that way, okay. It's a birth defect, now shut up and go back to the despair pit of nerd hell you came from."
"Nyaa?" she says, and tilts her head like a dizzy, horn-shaken wiggler.
"No, seriously. There's nothing to frown about, everything's been going really well since --" You feel your frown deepening this time; you turn your face away; "--since then, no blisters, no food gone bad, we keep finding fresh streams to drink from..."
"Yes! It's grrrreat, isn't it!"
"No it's not. It's weird as fuck! Shit happens. Shit happening is a constant in all of our lives. When shit is not happening it's because shit is happening in areas we have not come across yet and it's in the process of piling up high enough for a shit tsunami, which will conveniently start whenever we happen to walk by that lovely and insufficient shit dam. Welcome to MiddleOfExcrementLakeVille, Population: You."
Nepeta is giggling against your shoulder, since both her hands are clamped onto your arm. You consider shrugging her off, it feels weird, but at least she's smart enough to muffle her voice while the lot of you are walking in an unknown forest a couple hours before dawn like a bunch of ambush-bait idiots.
"... Honestly it's come to a point where I'm pretty sure Vriska sucked out all of that asshole village's luck as revenge for making John sadface."
(As much of a selfish, grandstanding bitch as Vriska is, you find you're almost ready to like her just for how furiously she will defend him. Thankfully the impulse to do so only lasts as long as it takes for her to open her wordhole.)
You glance around for said Vriska, since her babysitter is busy flirting with someone else at the moment. (Goddamn you get that romance is great as fuck but honestly! You thought you could depend on Aradia and Kanaya, but apparently making moobeast eyes at their matesprit... or what ever the fuck Feferi is to Aradia, seriously Sollux can see you, girls ... won against making sure their respective threats-to-keep-at-heel didn't fuck off into the night or otherwise provoke some kind of calamity.)
(Your own threat-to-keep-at-heel is currently ambling beside Tavros and making him blush brown to the tip of his ears, and looking remarkably casual about it. You Do Not Want To Know. Most likely Gamzee is oversharing and doesn't realize. Or thinks it's cute to fuck with people and watch them fluster themselves into an early grave. You're his moirail and you can't tell which it is.)
Nepeta has progressed from giggles to laugh-snorting, for some arcane reason you are quite happy never to unravel. Your shoulder is going to be covered in forest green snot.
"The lioness agrees this is furry likely! Vriskers is sooo red for John. Oh, I want my paints...!"
You grimace, but there's no refuting it.
"It's so sweet that she would do that fur him."
"Yeah, it's also just fucking damn sweet that she did it behind everyone's back and didn't mention it later apart from that really creepy smirk so we can have things ready in case they, you know, figure it out and retaliate. Planning ahead? No, not us, who needs that."
To be honest with yourself (no one will ever hear this, not Nepeta, not even Gamzee, and certainly not Vriska) you probably should scold Vriska for pissing off people who might come at you with pitchforks, no matter how unlikely it is they'll figure it out -- holy nookchafing fuck teamwork is actually a word that exists! with official spelling and a definition, even! -- but you're really just upset you didn't think to order her to do it first.
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*cracks up and scares the cats*
So, since I'm reading all your Homestuck stuff, is there a handy dandy cliffnotes version/plot summary so I can avoid getting sunk in a new fandom? Jo and Icka got me to read all of Conan but I really don't want to tackle another huge backlog like that again....
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Uhh, I dunno. Probably but I don't know where to look. Most of the fandom is on tumblr and finding anything over there is hell if you're not already long-since connected into the fandom brain and saw it zip past back in the day.
Basically four human kids who are internet friends play a game that just happens to start the apocalypse (if they win they're supposed to become gods of a new universe as a consolation prize! um thanks XD spoiler, it's an idiot trap.) It brings their homes and their guardians/parental figures to the game world and then monsters and time traveling messes happens. it turns out there's twelve aliens from a previous session. they start out as internet trolls and then oops troll is the name of their species. Apparently when they won they created earth! Only they get cheated out of their victory and get stuck in limbo from where they're bored enough to start chatting with the human kids, and some of them go crazy and they start killing each other, and STUFF. Also there's terrifying bad guys and the like.
The comic itself is full of silliness and memes and cracktastic jokes and brain-breaking tortuous plots, and takes itself way less seriously than the fandom takes it. I don't think it's QUITE as long to go through as Conan, though. D: Most of the pages are really just one panel that you click through in seconds with no text on it. Though sometimes there are IM logs and those can get long, but they're also usually fun. The characters are all pretty vivid and there's generally just a lot of space to play, and the creator is pretty accepting of the fandom's craziness and will sometimes joke along with things. It makes for a fun read, if kind of difficult to get into due to the whole Paint comic look and silly logs.
Oh and you know what, there's a wiki, it'll be more accurate than I am!
http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Homestuck
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Yay, a wiki! I'll have to poke around there this weekend.