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Terezi Pyrope
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PostSubject: Drabbles and other written pieces   Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:11 am

Okay we all remember the short comic Karkat did one morning? This little thing.
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Well, I said I would write something of it and here it is!! I'm sorry for the mistakes, change of styles and the long wall of text orz I was inspired. Thank you to Karkat who played his own role at the end!!

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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Wed Aug 22, 2012 6:03 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Wed Aug 22, 2012 7:35 pm

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Feferi Peixes
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Thu Aug 23, 2012 10:35 am

I don't have a gif but that was lovely!
And I am COMPLETELY honoured that you chose to include Merkes in such a manner <3

This was just wonderful, and I'm glad I got around to reading it!
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Sun Aug 26, 2012 1:23 am



First Karkat's drawing now your lovely written piece? I'm going to die of heartbreak here.
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:11 am

Oh man guys <3 I love all your gifts and compliments!! Thank you!
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Sun Aug 26, 2012 9:11 pm

Terezi Pyrope wrote:
Oh man guys <3 I love all your gifts and compliments!! Thank you!

I have so many gifs and images I could respond to almost anything with them.

But seriously the story was beautifully written. Surprisingly I didn't cry. But looking back on it now I see why. The really dramatic parts happened so quickly that it was almost like the blink of an eye. Oh Gamzee's skull just got crushed? I almost didn't even notice through all the commotion. While all the small details were explored thoroughly. It's a very interesting way of story telling, especially with the story and theme you had. It's as if the writing itself took the characteristics of the world around it.

That deaths were common and meant nothing...and that all the little things suddenly become so big because you don't know whether it's out to get you or maybe you'll just never see it again.
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Tue Sep 04, 2012 4:38 am



I almost cried reading this, holy crap, Terezi ;A; The desperation of their situation, the emotions you evoked, and just how many characters you were able to cover was stupendous! You carried such a great tone all the way through this, and I totally felt my heart cracking as each character either fell so far down or died so tragically. This was beautiful. You really did such a great, great, great job!
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Tue Sep 04, 2012 4:56 pm

Um. I did a write-y thing. I rather liked it and it was based around Feferi's Carapace Guardian. If people enjoy it I may do more, but I'd LOVE to see other ficlets based around Carapace guardians. They're really important but aren't particularly given much of a moment in the spotlight, and obviously I can only do one for Feffles, as she's the only character I have any control over. Also I suppose this is to counter the sadstuck above (I hope).

So here is Mene, criticisms are encouraged and loved, not matter how harsh



Trolls were monsters. At least that's what the Enquiring Carapacian would have you believe. The war against Derse took to a new battlefield in its later stages, a planet on the edge of the solar system the news was calling 'Alternia'. The natives, more primitive creatures that had yet to even venture off world, had fought back against both armies. You suppose you couldn't blame them.

They were apparently a vicious predator race that slaughtered the soldiers in their hundreds, whom were promptly rewarded with the fury of automatic weapons and flying bombers. They also didn't have parents, apparently, being born from a large queen... bug thing, but there were war orphans nonetheless. An unfathomable amount of infant Trolls, taken to both Prospit and Derse, a joint operation to promote the new peace. Carapaces were being offered a chance to take a child, a 'grub', in and raise it in a society without such a horrible caste system or culling. The thought of killing children made you feel sick.

You adjust the large hat on your head as you stare into your bedroom mirror. You come to the conclusion time hasn't been kind to you, and you know you're right. You never had children, no matter how hard you tried, and your husband died on Skaia. One of many soldiers to fall. You lived a classy life in the high district but as the years ticked on, and you felt more alone in this large house, the money and the forced friends weren't enough.

So you were going to get a grub. You were going to have a child, and it was going to be an alien.

What the hell are you doing with your life?

Your servants may have all been dismissed years ago, but your money remained. Hiring a carriage to take you to the local 'adoption' centre wasn't hard. You had done your best to look respectable, and had been silently thankful you weren't a human. Their make up seems so much more of a faff than the simple cream you applied to your black shell to make you look younger again.

The heels of your shoes click on the pavement you walk on. Your hat lies slanted on its side with a gorgeous big black feather poking out to complement the purple colours of your ensemble. You wear a dress you pray is still fashionable, or has at least gone full circle and become fashionable once more, with a large woolbeast fur-lined coat. You manoeuvre through the double doors as gracefully as you can manage and engage in idle polite chatter with the human at the receptionist's desk. You quickly take back 'human'. If you're going to be raising a child you can't be letting such little things slip. There is a standard to uphold.

After your natter about how good it is for the war to be over you're offered to take a seat, being told you'll be spoken to by the local expert. You frown slightly. You ask if there's only one here. The receptionist, who does actually have the most lovely brown eyes on him now you look properly, confirms that. You knew you were hardly first in the line. You spent the first few days attempting to tidy the house by yourself at least, but you expected there must have been more experts, especially during the beginning.

You voice these thoughts and the receptionist gives a polite shrug. Apparently some of the adult Trolls who volunteered to lend their knowledge on their race didn't enjoy looking at the people who ruined their planet after a while, and some simply weren't needed after the rush. You quickly wrap up the conversation and go to take a seat in the waiting room. It's a longer wait than expected, considering the room has no other customers waiting.

You freeze up slightly at 'customers', and try to push the memory of such an awful thing as far down as you can. You simply cannot be treating your new child, regardless of its race, as something you own.

The idea for what your child will look like begins to excite you. Will it be a boy or a girl? You've heard they have different blood colours, not that you'd ever want to see your poor baby bleed of course, but regardless it all seems quite exciting.

You're lost in the thought of possibilities when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up and gasp, involuntarily mind you, but it makes you feel awful nonetheless.

The person before you is clearly a Troll, and clearly a woman, but it was a terrifying sight. She had a large scar from ear to ear across her neck, and the left side of her face was burned. Her hair seemed short and misplaced, as if it was growing back after all being cut off, and when she smiled she was missing two of her teeth. You swallow as subtly as you can manage and stand up, offering your hand as you greet her. She responds as you would've expected a Dersite too, and you aren't sure whether or not the woman learnt this whilst on your planet, or if this was prominent in her culture as well.

She sits down and you begin to discuss things about your life, presumably to see if you're appropriate for the role of an alien's caretaker. You relay your upbringing in the high district, your education in the upper class establishments, and how you now live alone. The woman looks sympathetic, or at least is good at pretending for a member of a race without families. Then you two discuss how one goes about raising a grub, and that there are two different types of Trolls; Landdwellers and Seadwellers. You find the concept a bit mind boggling. You're told about their different needs, but also how they'll still be reliant on you all the time. You nod, it was not like you were doing anything else with your aging self.

She asks if you want to narrow down the options and pick one type over the other. You refuse flat out, not wanting to pick favourites. She seems happy that you're willing to take on anyone, and tells you you're good enough to be assigned a grub. You smile and ask when you'll get one. The woman says they can unite you with your new child right now.

It comes as a bit of a shock, but you nod, too determined to fall at the last hurdle. She begins to lead you through a door and into a corridor. You peer through the windows of the various doors as you move through. There appear to be incubators, helping to look after grubs before they're assigned a home.

One of the doors at the end of the hallway opens into a large room filled with aquatic tanks. You are awestruck. Little tiny tadpole-like creatures with tiny horns and the most adorably large eyes. They were all purple too, a beautiful shade. You glance back at your guide and imagine they will turn into Trolls like her one day. It was hard to imagine such a transition could occur.

The tour ended at one of the tanks. The woman reached in and pulled out a small bundle that immediately squeaked loudly in surprise. She turns to face you, holding a small grub in her arms, but with a striking fuchsia colour as opposed to the regal colour its kin in the room.

You are reminded of the absolutely barbaric blood-based caste system, and are told the grub in her arms could have been the sole empress of her race. You'd later learn she would have had to kill the current empress to claim such a role however, which made you feel a little less sorry for the girl, making a power grab like that would have been awful, or fatal.

The grub was offered to you, and you gently scooped her up into your arms, regardless of what the water would do to your clothes. You coo her gently, as you once imagined you would do to a newborn. She looks up with those big fuchsia eyes and giggles, displaying a small happy grin of tiny pointy teeth that can't be anything but cute.

The smile on your face grows. You tell her she's a beautiful princess, and trail a finger across her underside. She squeals with laughter and wriggles her little legs, her fin-like trail slapping against you arm gently. You almost cry, to have finally wound up with such a precious beauty. You lean in and gently kiss her head. Your guide relates the name assigned to her. You run the name through your head a few times before deciding it's as perfect as the girl herself.

"Feferi Peixes. My name is Mene, and I want you to know that your mummy loves you very much."

Feferi seemed to like that.
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PostSubject: Re: Drabbles and other written pieces   Thu Oct 11, 2012 8:37 pm

I um wrote a Doomed Timeline of the Sburb session that would happen if it was with my irl friends. Yeah...
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You weren't sure who delivered the final blow but it didn't matter, the Black King was defeated! You could all finally win the game and go home. Floating down to the battlefield you smiled triumphantly at the black Kings corpse before looking around for your friends. However what you saw made your heart skip a beat. They all lay on the battlefield, in puddles of their own blood.

"No no no." You said the smile on your face vanishing to a pokerface as you tried to convince yourself this wasn't happening. You ran over to your closest friend donned in purple 'pajamas'. "Hello?" You asked hoping she'd respond.

Nothing.

Keeping your mask of indifference on you moved to another friend, a male in custard coloured godtier. "Come on, we won." You said before eventually noticing you stood in the middle of the ring of corpses that held the faces of your coplayers. "They'll wake up soon, yeah. They're just healing from the battle is all." You told yourself as a small breeze blew through your unhooded hair.

Waiting for a couple of minutes your straight face slowly turned into a frown. How had they died anyways?! All you could remember was using your Seer powers to direct the others while once in a while taking a jab at the King yourself. Had they died protecting you while you searched for the best options? Did they die right in front of you calling your name but you were too busy to hear? You swallowed hard as you felt tears threatening to appear in your eyes at the thought.

Making your way over to one of your friends you knelt down soaking your robe in their blood as you laid your head on their chest hoping to hear a thumping noise.

Nothing.

Shouldn't you have seen this?! it was your job to see! How did you manage to mess up so badly?! They are in this position all because of you! What a useless Seer you were!
Resuming your kneeling position you looked to the corpse at your knees; a boy in Space godtier. Heh, you all made jokes about ho he had been the Space player…"Andrew? Come on wake up, you're supposed to build our new universe remember? …You're not going to wake up are you? I know we never talked a lot but we had some fun times didn't we? You and your dumb little gadgets that never failed to amuse."

Getting up you moved to the boy in orange godtier. "Alex? You're supposed to embody victory aren't you? Then why are you lying there? You never cared if I made a mistake, you were the epitome of optimism and people could always look to you if they needed a shoulder to cry on."

Next up a boy in Time godtier. "Connor…you liked me at one point didn't you? But I rejected you and we've been distant ever since…I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. I didn't know how to love and I still don't. Besides you deserved someone better than me."

You made your way over to the last boy in the group- the one in custard godtier. "Christian, what happened? We used to be so close, always playing in the baseball diamond at recess…then we just grew further and further apart. I miss the old days when we laughed and had fun together."

Tears were freely falling from your face now but you didn't have the heart to move them as you found your way to a girl in Blood godtier. "Ashley, you were always so angry and defensive…I just wanted to help take some of that burden off of you, let the amazing girl I know is there shine through."

Sobs racked your body as you found yourself beside a girl in dark green godtier. "Emily, you always tried to act so dark and alone…were you afraid of having happiness? If so, why? Did you feel you didn't deserve it? Because that would be a lie. I cared about you…I saw the light in your darkness and I bet everyone else did too."

Finally you walked over to your last coplayer- a girl in Rage godtier. "Natalie…oh Natalie, you always had such a giggly disposition around you. But I could see you were suffering, you just didn't want to burden anyone else didn't you? But I wouldn't have minded…you had saved me from loneliness, why couldn't I save you from yourself?"
Eventually you found yourself back to the centre of the circle of corpses. You sunk to your knees once more and glared at the sky above you as rain began to fall. It washed the blood of your friends into a swirl of diluted red around you. You momentarily ran your hands through the sea of red before screaming. It was a horrid scream filled with agony, anger, and most of all sadness. The sobs that shook your body only added to the sorrowful symphony.

"Why did you all leave me? Please come back. I need you guys…I don't know what I'd do without you. Please I'm begging you, come back, come back COME BACK!

Please….I don't want to be alone…"
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