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Younger me left herself (us?) logged in so I guess I might as well 8log a little in 8etween hogging her (our?) moirail.

> Alright you don’t really want to know how grubs happened. You’re going to pretend like you didn’t hear that part because it sounds weird and freaky and you want no part of that because what the heck. You will, however, give her a kiss for naming one of the probable hellspawn after you. And for sticking around long enough to pull a pack together.

tHANK YOU FOR NOT FOLLOWING ME, lOVE,

iM SO PROUD OF YOU, yOURE SO STRONG,

wHATS eARTH LIKE THAT FAR IN THE FUTURE?

sTILL ZOMBIES RUNNING AROUND?

arachnidsglare

It was hard not to, 8ut thank you. I figured you'd 8e mad if I did and Gamzee wouldn't let me anyway.

> Heck yeah. And hey, you know what sounds better than sitting up with your moirail? Laying down with your moirail. You flop over backwards and bring him with you so he can use you like a big floofy mattress. It's still winter and you've still got the overgrown fuzz to show for it.

Nah, they cure the zom8ie thing in another ten years. There's a few other out8r8ks 8efore they do, 8ut they're smaller and more easily contained.

abatedanimus

aND YOU DIDNT FOLLOW ME, rIGHT?

yOU MADE IT A WHOLE YEAR?

> That’s something you’ve been worrying about constantly since you became moirails. She’s going to outlive you by so much it hurts to think about sometime. You’re glad she stayed strong, though. She gets a kiss on the neck and a tighter hug for not following you.

cANT BELIEVE YOU HAD A WHOLE YEAR, aND YOU DIDNT EVEN REPLACE ME,

yOURE LETTING ALL THAT CHARM GO TO WASTE,

arachnidsglare

Wouldn't 8e here if I hadn't made it.

> It was hard, though. It's still hard more often than not, but you don't want to talk about that with him when you could just cuddle with him. You don't know how long you've got and you're going to make every second count. He gets a nice back rub for being alive.

My m8 and I found more trolls like us after. We've got a pack now. Gamzee had wrigglers, too, and we named one after you.

abatedanimus

> Alright so something really weird is going on here. This might be a little bit more than her being magically aged up. Unless she aged up and kept all her memories of what happened as she got older. That’s probably it. In fact you know that’s it. Fucking anons.

> At least you’re getting some big Vriska cuddles, though. You wrap your arms around her and lean up to kiss her, right on those big sharp fangs. She’s so much taller than you now it’s almost unfair.

i PROMISE iM NOT A BAD DREAM,

dID YOU GET PULLED HER FROM THE FUTURE OR SOMETHING?

dID i ACTUALLY DIE OF OLD AGE?

arachnidsglare

I...guess?

> Aaah, kisses. You chitter happily and give him a great big cheek lick. God, you've missed him so much. You're in the old hive and the animals are around and you guess that means Mindfang is too but that's okay. You missed the puppies, you want to cuddle the puppies when you're done cuddling the moirail.

You died last year. I think if anyone was keeping records, you'd pro8a8ly have set one for how long you lived.

I've missed you so much.

> You nuzzle into his hair and just breathe in his scent. You almost want to cry, this is wonderful. You should be worried about your mate and pack but you need to be selfish for a little while first.

abatedanimus

> Haha what. She’s not making any sense. Maybe she had a bad dream or something? You smile and nod your head like you understand and just let her sniff you. She still gets weird nightmares sometimes so you’re guessing that’s what’s happening here.

sOUNDS LIKE A HELL OF A DREAM, bUT i HAVENT BEEN DEAD FOR A WHILE NOW,

lIKE TWO AND SOME ODD YEARS, hEH,

> She can hold you out at arms length all she wants, but you’re not going to let her sit there and whine on your watch. You reach up and rub one of her ears in a hope that she’ll calm down a little.

iM OKAY, sWEETIE,

i PROMISE, iT WAS JUST A BAD DREAM,

arachnidsglare

You came 8ack to life fifty sweeps ago, not one and a 8it.

> This keeps getting weirder. He looks about the age he's suggesting he is, but that's not an age it's possible for him to be. He died of old age and you very nearly got it in your head to follow. You squint harder and do some more sniffing.

Time travel 8n't possi8le, 8ut I'll take it. This 8etter not really turn into a 8ad dream though.

> You scoop him up and cling because you can. Really, it doesn't matter what you say or do here. It's a dream, you can do whatever you want. Right now, you want to sit your ass down and snuggle your moirail while you can.

abatedanimus

> Well then. That certainly is a rather mysterious and inconvenient something that just happened. One minute you’re cuddled up next to your moirail blogging, and the next you are cuddled up next to a very large version of your moirail blogging. You don’t know how long she’s been like that but damned if you aren’t alarmed. She looks alarmed too. You should probably stop blogging and appreciate this new and larger moirail.

> With an exasperated sigh directed at magic anons and their shenannigans, you close your husktop and turn to calm your poor startled wife. Really, it’s only been a few fucking hours. Couldn’t the anons lay off for just once?

iTS ALRIGHT, sWEETIE,

jUST AN ANON,

i TOLD YOU YOU JINXED US,

> Not that you mind. Last time she got anon’d bigger you got in some quality cuddling. You’re going straight for that hug.

arachnidsglare

> Your moirail is hugging you. Your dead moirail is hugging you and talking to you and he's warm and there's no creepy stuff happening. This has to be a dream and you're scared it's going to turn into a nightmare at any second. Does your chest feel gooey and sticky warm yet? No? Okay, that's a positive sign that he's not been stabbed yet. Still.

You told me what? Dandy, you've 8een dead for a year, want to explain how you told me anything?

> Okay no, you hold him at arm's length and give him a good sniffing over. He smells fine, he looks younger than you remember him, and you can hear a heart rate. All signs point to him being alive. You can hear and smell the pets around too. This is weird as fuck. You lay your ears back and whine.

M!A: Sudden suspicion that something mysterious and inconvenient has just happened.

> Loud snickering.

> You're now full grown for the next three weeks.

> Right around when Tumblr Radar starts fucking with you is right around the best time for a nap, in your opinion. All of the angst is gone from those memories because you mostly don't care anymore, but there's still a touch of bitterness and a regret you didn't remind the world at large not to fuck around with Vriska Serket. Whatever, you've got a mate to kiss and a moirail to seek out and nap on.

> Maybe because you jinxed it by commenting on it or maybe because your mun got back on this blog for the purpose of fucking with time, something mysterious and inconvenient happens while you're asleep. Whenever you wake up, you will be in a distant future, cuddled up to an almost fully grown Gamzee with sadly no Dandy in sight. Here on this end of the time stream, your adult self is going to take over for three weeks.

> 7'11" and built like a true troll of your timeline, all lean muscle and fierce angles, you are quite a bit scarier looking than your younger self. Your fur is thicker and coarser, your tail, fangs, and claws all longer. Your nap is interrupted the moment you switch places with your pastself because the first thing that hits your nose is the scent of your moirail, which isn't possible, because he's been dead for over a year. You sit bolt upright and chirrup in alarm and confusion, convinced this has to be some kind of dream. How can you possibly be cuddling a dead man?

I'm going to sneak up on Dandy and sleep on him soooooooo hard.