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Operation Date x 3

Sorry this took forever and a day. I hope you like it, anon!

“Alright, listen douchebag and douchebaguette.” “Douchebaguette? Isn’t that French bread or some shit?” “What’s a French?” “Shut up, everybody shut up,” Scowling sharply, Karkat crossed his arms and pretended that he was not as ill-prepared as he felt. He had, over the last two weeks, given extensive thought to the budding relationship circling the three of them, and while he had not done any action to it beforehand, he had a feeling that his proposition would be received with open arms. In his hive, he conducted a clearcut plan in the nutritionblock, artfully titled ‘The Trio’s Date.’ They would all bounce around in each other’s red quandrants, filling every need and want without so much as the batting of an eyelash; everyone would be satisfied, in theory, and no one could suffer the loneliness and heartbreak of choosing one person or another. Nor did they have to endure the crippling agony of idleness in the strange limbo between ‘friends’ and ‘partners.’ Karkat cleared his throat, “I called together this little meeting of sorts for an extremely important reason, and it will not be derailed for the sake of figuring out whatever the hell a French is.”

“For Christ’s sake,” Dave pinched the bridge of his nose as he shifted in his seat at the kitchen table, “It’s not a French, it’s the French.”

Terezi wrinkled her nose, “What’re the French, then?”

“People! Ugh, enough about French people,” Exasperated, Dave felt a small frown of his own inch onto his lips as he rested his chin in the palm of his and his elbow on the edge of the table. He enjoyed the company of the other two, that much was sure, but he hated this, as he put it, ‘pussyfooting’ around. Karkat had a tendency of forming elaborate introductions and inviting metaphors when the true topic at hand usually was not as grandiose as he had so projected. “Alright, since we’re already here and the time being wasted is already too much for my tastes, we may as well get started.” Much like the troll girl seated across from him, he had next to no idea as to what the meeting was about; he had only received a message via Pesterchum that he had to ‘HAUL ASS TO MY HIVE.’ “So, Vantas,” He continued, “What leader-ly business do you have in store for us now?”

 “It isn’t quite quote leader-ly unquote business, Strider, but more of a offer of sorts,” Gesturing vaguely, he ceased his pacing in front of the table to stand directly in front of it, an air of unintentional leadership about him, “It is no secret what kind of deep seated, mildly aggravating, piece of shit relationship of utterly flimsiness we have skirting about among the three of us.”

The blind troll, with a smack to her hand on the edge of the table to garner attention, was thrown into a tizzy of amusement, “Piece of shit relationship? Why, Karkat, I was starting to think that I was the only one that noticed what a path of destruction this trio of fuck nothing was travelling on.”

Dave pursed his lips, “What destruction? What, y’all don’t like a bit of chaos every now and again?” “Complete obliteration of a relationship before it even started isn’t quite my idea of a good time, Dave,” Terezi’s own lips slipped into a thin smile as she could just feel the dismissing scoff from the male across from her.

“Anyway,” Karkat interrupted with a quick clear of his throat, eager to cease the argument that would sooner spiral into a makeout session than a solution, “Despite the two of you always being at each other’s fucking throats, it’s obvious that something, possibly, could work with us all. So. In order to test the boundaries, I propose a date of the reddest affections.”

Leaning back in his seat, Dave rubbed at his chin and scratched at his jaw, humming quietly in thought. His quiet, greedy nature demanded that he snatch the opportunity while it was hot, then play hot potato for a couple months before growing bored or exhausted with juggling a polyamorous relationship, but Dave’s rationality kicked in quicker than his desires could make the decision for him. It may be risky, as there was always the danger of massive misunderstandings and miscommunications, or the ever-present problems of one person spending too much time with the other, or something along those lines; which, if Dave were to be frank, he didn’t have the time nor the patience to endure. Still, he thought he should give it a shot – if not now, then never, and if he let the chance slide by him in a fit of his own reluctance, he would never forgive himself. Feigning nonchalance as always, he shrugged, “Eh. Two trolls are better than one, I guess. But doesn’t this go against your four square business?”

With a curt nod, Terezi placed her chin in her palm with her elbow on the table, her nose wrinkling a tiny bit, “Karkat, I smell idiocy. You can’t have two people filling one quadrant, that’s insane. Even for you.” She knew desperation when she could see it; he was trying to cling on to whatever bonds he had, as flimsy and thin as they may have been, and she could not blame him. She, too, indulged in the company of either male when she was so inclined; both Dave and Karkat were radically different yet eerily similar, but they provided her with an array of emotional and physical gifts that were unparalleled. If their three-way relationship was to bloom as Karkat wished, then Terezi supposed she would not have to bounce between the two of them and could finally find a delicate balance.

“That’s why we’re testing the goddamn boundaries; don’t tell me I can’t when I am and I will, and every last one of you assholes is going to be so happy your stupid lips and cheeks will ache from obnoxious grinning.” Crossing his arms, he watched as Dave fought back snickers and snorts, and groaned quietly when Terezi made no effort to hide her own.

They, eventually, through playful banter, settled on a simple movie night with takeout. Karkat lightly complained that it was not of ‘the reddest affections’ like he had suggested, but, with all three of them wishing for radically different dates, they could only agree to so much. Terezi, oddly, wished for a rollerblading date, and Dave only wanted the most affectionate deli-date, but Karkat, the grumpiest mediator that side of the universe, settled on something they could all enjoy. Now, seated on Dave’s couch with Karkat to one side and Dave to another, Terezi hastily stuffed her mouth with different human ‘delicacies.’

“And what’s this that I’m eating now, Dave?”

“Eggroll.”

“A roll of stringy eggs that taste more like a cluckbeast than what shot out her ass.” Terezi took another bite, hardier this time as she sloppily chewed, “What’ll humans concoct next?”

The ‘triple date’, as they had dubbed it, seemed to be running on well-greased wheels. Arguing had been kept to a minimum, and general snarkiness, as inevitable as it was, felt lighthearted with twinges of red dotting the edges of their comments. For once, Karkat witnessed one of his plans blooming rather than wilting under failure. Rummaging through DVDs, Dave produced a favorite movie of his, grinning as the title screen appeared once he slipped the disk into the machine, and Terezi sniffed, “Huh. What is this?”

Proudly, the human male stood, stretched, then resumed his seat on the couch, “A favorite of me an’ Aradia’s.”

“Oh, fucking-“ With a pinch to his nose, Karkat grumbled, “Back to the Future. Of course.”

The movie was hardly watched, as fifteen minutes in, Terezi was rambling about the inaccuracies of the movie and how humans had ‘shit for technology.’ Karkat, without missing a beat, agreed wholeheartedly, and the entire argument resulted in thrown fried rice and a stray slice of pizza on the television.

All in all, Karkat had to admit, he was flushed for them both, stupid antics and all. 

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Like a Lost Puppy

So I've churned out this self-indulgent porn.  I'll do that request thing, I promise.  Mistress!Fem!Tavros and a Puppy!Sub!Dave, anyone? 

When he thought back on it, he really should have seen all the signs. Maybe.

Tavros was his sunshine, his beam of glee, his absolute pinnacle of all things cinnamon-scented and bashfully sassy. He knew her like the back of his hand, could tell when she was nervous and putting on a facade of confidence, always knew when she was close to tears or vibrating in excitement. Dave thought her to be an open book, but in the recent months, things became a tad sketchier than he would have preferred. 

It started with impromptu shopping sprees, normally to lingerie joints in the mall or outlets; of course, Dave did not mind in the slightest. If his girlsprit wanted to sport something tighter and lacier than what she normally donned, who was he to complain? Her curvy body fit snug and sexy in the articles that she plucked up, and Dave could only provide supportive thumbs-up, for his vocal chords shriveled in aroused anticipation when he imagined her actually wearing them.

But those spontaneous days of shopping, of eager pulls of his hand towards thongs and push-up bras were soon joined by garters and the occasional pair of fishnet stockings, added with collars and leashes. Dave, despite his intrigue, never questioned the secretive nature of the latter things; Tavros made a point not to keep them in a place of easy access, like the rest of her items, and Dave assumed she would spill a confession of a desire for domination by her lover soon enough. He couldn't rush her, especially not when she purchased startlingly large paddles with words cut out of them, or links for wrists that had suction cups on them to aid in shower sex. Truthfully, it was becoming difficult not to suspect that she may be using those items with someone else; she hadn't spoken of a kismesis, but it did not seem like Tavros to cheat. He could not figure out if he was angry or concerned - if she truly was cheating on him, she would have taken extra care to hide the evidence, wouldn't she?

At last, the culmination of quiet contemplation and rising suspicion came about, and he confronted her with frustration and anger waving just below the surface. Tavros, finding his near-outburst that of hilarity, assured him that she was not inclined in the slightest to venture out in red relationship with anyone else; in fact, those items had not even been taken out of the packaging. With a crimson face, he inquired as to why she bought all those things if she had no intention of using them.

"I do plan to use them," She snorted in laughter, "On you."

When his dumbfounded expression did not alleviate, she explained that she often had fantasies of power, but due to their sex being rather vanilla in all the three sweeps they had been together, she found it too difficult to bring up the subject so casually. She was caught, however, Tavros did little to hide, "I just wanted to, uh, you know. Experiment a little. Or a lot."

It seemed so daunting and nervewracking at the time, but it only made sense when he thought back on it. Still, the reflection and inward regrets over his own stupidity did nothing to quell the quivering of expectation in his stomach. His darling was dressing in just the other room, stating that she had a new outfit to try on. As she had ordered just a few minutes before, Dave sat obediently on the couch, a brown collar snug around his neck and a pair of black boxer briefs covering him up. Goosebumps bloomed on his arms and legs, and he shivered once when he heard the door of their bedroom open. She was coming out; his sunshine, his beam of glee, his absolute pinnacle of all things cinnamon-scented and bashfully sassy sauntered out with a kind of confidence he knew she reserved specifically for their sessions.

Dave swallowed thickly, then dipped his head and muttered, "Goddamn, you look gorgeous, Tav."

Tavros, with a furrow of her brows, stared down at the human directing profanity and a compliment her way. She dressed a bit simply this time around, opting just for a black thong with a matching bra, a silver necklace bearing her symbol curving against her cleavage. The thong did little to conceal her unsheathed bulge, as it pressed hard against the fabric and writhed in irritation, the tip of it threatening to slip out. And, much to Dave's excitement, her feet were covered in six inch platform heels the color of the night sky. He couldn't imagine how she managed to walk in them; she was clumsy in just flats or sneakers, heels seemed impossible to wear. In their previous sessions, she opted for flatter shoes, if any; he didn't mind, considering that he rarely looked below her waist to begin with.

She felt particularly lovely in this outfit - the heels added to her meager height, it boosted her blooming sense of power and domination. Inwardly, she thought she could take on anyone in this state, and it made no outward difference that Dave looked absolutely tongue-tied when she beckoned him forward with a curl of her index finger. 

He scrambled to meet her silent demand, still towering over her when he stood straight, but she was not deterred. Instead, Tavros smoothed a hand over his chest, remarking quietly that her puppy always looked so cute in her color. "Why don't you get on your, knees, hm, Puppy?" She questioned, "You look much better that way."

With a quick nod, Dave fell to his knees before her, his arms twitching at his sides in clear desire to touch. He wanted to scale the pads of his fingers over her supple thighs and the inward curve of her waist, against the clasp of her bra to tear it off and force his teeth and tongue against any expanse of her skin. He gulped and sighed shakily in pleasure when she ran her claws through his hair, only to grab his tresses and force pressure against his scalp. She accused him of something, he was too far gone to tell what it was, and he was suddenly forced down. A high pitched voice barked an order, one he made out to be to kiss her shoes and beg for forgiveness, both actions he would indulge in until the ending of the world if it meant he could continue to feel the sharp glare of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," He whispered, his lips placing delicate kisses to the heel of her shoe and the side of it, even licking up towards her ankle when directed to do so. It was groveling in its purest form; he, a man of cockiness and normal arrogance, was licking the shining shoe of the woman he loved without so much as a second thought. It only felt right; her foot was angled perfectly in it, the latex of her heel gleaming even in the dim light of their living room. Her heels elevated her from his queen to his goddess, and he would kiss her shoes forever if it meant she ruled over him. He assumed that no matter of touching or groping on his part could amount to the surge of arousal from power, but he liked to entertain the thought that his hands were more skilled than his love of submitting to her. His member twitched in the restraint of his boxer briefs; she was everything and he was nothing, just the way he liked it.

The troll woman took hold of his leash, and with one sharp jerk, had Dave to his feet again. Her smile, tender but not satisfied, plastered itself onto her face as she hooked a clawed finger of her free hand onto the hem of his boxer briefs. "Come along, Puppy," Tavros turned, her hips swaying with every step as she made her way to their bedroom, "Let's see how good of a boy, you really can be."

A grin of his own spread like wildfire onto his pink lips as he followed her, "Yes, ma'am."

She was never one to take her time when she knew what she wanted. Dave watched in almost childish glee as he was ordered to undress both himself and his mistress. Only the swiftest hands could satisfy her, and Dave had to learn the hard way that taking his time would result only in a hard spanking over the kitchen table, a consequence he always pretended to hate. Honestly, he adored how condescending she could be, how she insulted his size and length and growled that he had better do as she pleased the next time, or she would find sex elsewhere. 

With her bra and thong, as expensive as both items were, thrown haphazardly off to the side, he looked over her as if seeing her for the first time. Tavros, noting that he was growing too affectionate for her tastes, harshly bit at his jaw to snap him out of his sweet stupor. The tenderness he clearly displayed was useful elsewhere; for now, she wished to see him mewl for her, to see him writhe in pain-induced pleasure, to grin when he groaned out her name with a rough, husky voice. 

When he stood naked before her, his pale, freckled skin exposed to her scrutinizing gaze, he felt his length grow harder with every stare. She had this way of tense silence that made him squirm and want to shrink away from her glowers; his mistress was intimidating and he loved it. "Lay down," Her hand gestured to their shared bed, the furniture neat and tidy, "And, ah, stroke yourself for me." 

Dave Strider was a grown man, but even he felt mildly embarrassed by the command. Still, he adhered to it, plopping down onto the bed with a quiet creak as he first palmed his hardening cock and watched the flash of hungry sensuality in her eyes. He figured that his little show would do better to sate her should he douse himself in lube, and he released himself to blunder through their nightstand for lubrication. The purr emanating from her chest was encouragement enough, and Dave spread his legs, balls and cock bared to her as he slicked his palm with lube and stroked once more. 

A red gaze locked on hers, shallow breaths of pleasure mixing with the bites of whimpers that were becoming difficult to conceal. "Please, Mistress," If self control wasn't strung so taut between the two of them, surely he would be punished for his cheeky smile, "Just take me." 

Heeled feet scuffled over to Dave, her hand pushing his chest down forcefully onto the bed as a sticky hand clasped onto her ass. He squeezed and snorted at the squeak of pleasure, but found that he made a similar noise when a smaller hand gripped his length to direct him towards a waiting nook. Tavros, with a lick to his jaw, mumbled against his skin that he was still her puppy. He bit his lip and nodded foolishly. 

She gave no warning when she pressed his cock inside, much to Dave's mild surprise; he felt his tip be engulfed by squeezing heat, despite her legs spreading open and eagerly. It was like this that he could be his most vulnerable; writhing to get a good angle, face flushed and sweaty, brows furrowed in concentration for produced ecstasy for both parties. She purred a 'good boy' at his deliberate motions, feeling the buck of his hips when she growled for him to. It was blinding and delicious how eagerly he pleased her, how quick Dave was to keep her happy and satisfied. With a lean of her body, Tavros planted a soft kiss to his lips, harshly slamming down on his length and watching him writhe in surprised sexual gratification. Her hands, small and clawed, curled against his shoulders for leverage as his larger ones gripped her hips and ass, though he never led her. As with everything else, Tavros gave silent cues and soft body language for what she wanted, and Dave simply followed her orders with a curve of his back and a pant on his lips. 

It did not take long for Dave to fumble for a warning of release; she was always able to push him to the edge, and, thankfully, she did not yank him back as she was known to do. Instead, her slits of pupils focused on his, and a tiny nod worked its way out as Tavros's claws left short, though angrily red, marks on his skin. He growled at the pain but loved the tingling afterwards, his protests marked short when she forced her mouth on his and her tongue through his lips. Her aggressive nature only pulled out mewls and whines from the human man, and he, with a short keening sound, announced his release as he spilled hot white in her brown-tinged nook. 

Not lasting long soon after, she rolled her hips through his orgasm and lured out her own as she watched in soft fondness as Dave groaned out her name. She followed suit, moaning faint whispers against his lips as the climax of their session dripped genetic material against her thighs and his length. Initially, Tavros made no moves to remove him yet, her legs trembling as she felt his lips plant kisses to her neck and shoulder. 

With a lick of her lips, she murmured, "What a good puppy." 

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So I took an impromptu break.

And I'm sorry about that, yikes. P:  I don't know how long it's been. What year is it.  All I know is that things are still as fast paced and busy as ever, but I'm starting to churn out spurts of creativity, so hopefully I'll be able to get back in the swing of things. Thanks for sticking around, darlings. Let's hope for more fanfics~

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Ahh that was the most adorable story ever :o you are amazing

Oh goodness :u: thank you so much! 

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A Pair of Scissors

Peering over her sewing machine with a slowly raising eyebrow, Kanaya rubbed her lips together absently and gradually listed her foot from the pedal of her work. Seated on a wooden chair colored black on the other side of the room was Rose, her hair wispy, somewhat wavy locks about her face. Lately, the blond hair had gone from a short cut to shoulder length, and while Kanaya had pledged multiple times to give her a much needed cut, she had been swamped with other priorities that took importance over any hairdressing stunt. 

As her matesprit turned the page in her hefty psychology book, Kanaya stood and rounded her long work table with a glint of determination in her eyes. "Rose, darling?" 

She made a soft sound of recognition as she finished the paragraph she was on and marked the page with a delicate jade ribbon, "Yes?"

"I do realize that these past few weeks, I have often postponed your haircut in favor of other things. However," She stepped over to her, fingers gently removing the standard lavender hair band in order for her clawed fingers to rake through, from scalp to edge. "I believe now is better than never, hm?" 

Amused eyes lifted to smile at Kanaya, and Rose tilted her head back in order to gather a better look at her gray girlfriend, "Ah, yes. How laborious is the task of harboring such a long, cumbersome mane! Many a night I jolt in a cold fright from the terrors, ones born from my follicles kicking themselves into the utmost production and my hair becoming Rapunzel-esque in length!" She made a choking motion with her hands, "How often do I imagine curls of hair wrapping around my throat and squeezing the life out of me! Kanaya," She slid dramatically in her seat, her wrist and the back of her hand draping over her forehead, "My hair, surely, will be the death of me, and the blame falls upon you, the burden a thousand bricks upon each shoulder. All from your neglect regarding keratinized strings!"

A quirk of her lip brightened past her hardened look, and Kanaya crossed her arms before, headband in hand before letting her arms fall to her sides as she succumbed to the silly behavior she loved, "Shame on me. Had it not been for my utter abandoning to your hair, why, you would be alive and well. My humblest apologies, Rose. Well. Rose's ghost."

"And you very well should be," The blonde sat up in her seat, her book in her lap as she grinned widely at the kiss that was tenderly planted to her forehead, "But, do tell. How ever did you manage to kiss a ghost?" 

"Oh, stop," Laughing, she left her side for the moment to rummage about her work room for the proper items of a hair cut. As precise as always, Kanaya produced a pair of sharp scissors specifically for hair after laying a thin piece of cloth over her shoulders and chest. Rose stood and followed the slender body that moved about easily in the spacious room and sat in front of long vanity housing a delicately ornamented black mirror. Rose fiddled with her naked hair, feeling a bit strange without her headband, then watched as Kanaya combed her hair into perfect neatness. She murmured that she needn't go to such great lengths, such as parting her hair with alligator barrettes and taking her time in snipping straight, flawless lines. 

Rose had tried, countless times, to continue reading, but stray strands of hair or locks of it, or pieces still attached to her head would obstruct her view, and she would huff in annoyance that Kanaya would only giggle at. 

When finished, the troll removed the makeshift shawl with surprising grandeur and let the pale pieces of hair drift to the floor as she combed Rose's shorter cut with her claws, "There," She smiled toothily, fangs curling down enough to point slightly at her black lower lip, "Finished." The pride was evident in both her voice and her eyes, her stance straight and her chest pressed out a bit in her delight, "Your opinion?" 

"Why," She stood up, book in hand as she pressed her lips to her cheek and smiling at the partially embarrassed color that rose to the other's face, "I am astonished. It seems all your fussing has finally paid off." 

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how come your requests are taking longer than normal???

I've just got other priorities. Besides, I'm only human. @w@ 

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Just a little update

The ask box is still open! However, requests will take longer than normal, unfortunately.  The good news is that I have actually started all of them! Hooray.  Requests will probably be worked on during the weekends as opposed to the two week window I normally allowed myself. Apologies for that.  Expect requests to get pushed through sometime next week, most likely. 

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this isnt a request but an actual question - whats your favorite thing to write?

Fluffy nonsensical lovey dovey shit. Or hardcore kinky sex. 

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Monologue 1.

Something more serious I've been working on.  Davecentric babbling. Post game AU. 

“It was actually really hard at first. Accepting it. Weird shit happens to weird people, yeah, but I always counted myself as being part of normal society. So when it was all over, when things were all said and done, I couldn’t just tell myself that I was normal anymore and things were back to the way they used to be.

We saved a universe. A goddamn universe. How do you even wrap your mind around somethin’ like that? Not a moon, not a planet, not a star, but a universe. A vast huge immeasurable thing that encompasses everyone. I did it with my friends and new friends and even some assholes that I reluctantly referred to as acquaintances. Even leading up to him getting stabbed straight through the chest, I just didn’t think it was real. But it felt real, and that pain was real and that blood and that stench and those tears were real, fuck, they were. Even when we won everything, even when life was, heh, ‘normal’ again, it wasn’t. It wasn’t before, and it’ll never be.

I first noticed that shit was off its rocker when John reported bad memory. Him, the star of the show, the leader, the head honcho of our rat pack was having trouble recounting little stuff. Little stuff turned into big stuff, and big stuff turned into ginormous gargantuan stuff. He couldn’t remember the game, he couldn’t remember the names of anyone and his sleeping was getting bad- I stayed over once and he ended up kicking me in his sleep. We moved in together about a month later; I couldn’t just let him destroy himself.

Rose was next. I guess grimdark anythin’ lingers around a lot longer than anyone ever thought. It was fucked up, how sick she would get- she’d stay at home for months on end, and Jade would usually take care of her but she liked to tend to herself. Said that she hated for everyone to see her reduced to that, but we’d seen the best and worst of her, so why did it matter? I guess it’s a pride thing, huh? A thing in our genes or whatever the fuck. It messed me up that I never went and saw her like that; I wasn't incapable of it. I'm sane. I could've helped. Instead, I cowered at home and worried myself stupid about what could've been happening. She never really told me what happened when the whispers got too loud and the shivers got too cold, but Jade said she once threw up ink and her tongue was black for a week. ...I wouldn’t be surprised. She once tried to sacrifice a virgin, I think. That coulda been a lie, but still; ain’t nothin’ surprises me much anymore.

At twenty three years old, you’d think there’d be more to my life, but it ain’t much. I sit at home and work on my studies and go to work and talk to everybody else. It isn’t easy making friends that don’t share your same grim outlook on life or hurt a lil' bit from time to time. With your best bro struggling to make his mind remember and with your sister puking black slime, you don’t have much time to go out and party like you used to.

Jade doesn’t seem to be affected much, and if she is, she doesn’t show it. She tends to plants and works on science-y shit that I don’t even try to understand; if physics is her playground than music is mine and it’s better that way. 

With the trolls, they’re still trolls. Karkat calls it an ‘integrated society’ but that kinda means I see less people and more trolls. Fine by me.

Today, Tavros came over. Emotional wreck. Can’t keep food down, can’t sleep, little cuts make him nauseous and there are few people that make him feel at ease. We usually talk about how great our dreambubble shit was – I do admit, it was nice. He’s a good dude to hang around with. Even though there isn’t much animosity between John and Tavros anymore, since John can’t remember and Tavros gets into twitches and whimpers when he thinks about anything like that, they don’t seem to like being around each other...I dunno. Somethin’ to think about, I guess.

I dunno if I act as Tavros’ moirail or not, but I’m one of the only people that can calm him down. Gets into twitches, like I said. When he talks, his voice is gravelly and kinda rough like he ain’t been speakin’ much. Doubt he talks to anyone when his friends ain’t around. Or babbles to himself too much when he's alone. I don't ask him about it.

It’s closin’ in on me, I think. This mysterious ‘illness’ plaguing any and all participants of the game. It started with John, then Rose, then Tavros and it’s starting to edge at Sollux, too. Or maybe he’s always been a little crazy and I never knew.

I don’t see much of anyone else, just hear through word a’ mouth. We live close to each other now, try to be a system of support, but it’s hard when everyone’s fallin’ apart. I feel sort of helpless, I guess.” 

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Open, once again!

Requests, suggestions for any fun things I should do (collabs? promotions? am i popular enough for that...) and anything else magical can go in the ask box, for it has opened once more. C: 

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Get Dressed

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To Do List.

I have requests, either for this blog or something else. (That's why there were so many of them)  And Cinnamon to do. Cinnamon being my multi-chapter fic on AO3. So instead of being dead for days on end and scrambling to finish things for an imaginary deadline, as I would normally do, here's a quick summary of the shit I plan to do during my Thanksgiving break.

Get all the requests done, or at least enough to where I can open the ask box again

Write four Cinnamon chapters

Revamp the theme, 'cause it's lookin' a tad drab.

But more than anything, I just really want to keep on top of things. Lately things have gone bonkers, and I'm hoping that I can be semi-productive now. I'm also thinking of maybe promoting other Homestuck blogs? Perhaps on specific days. I could name it something cute like Promonday.   There are twenty six of you following me, I may as well, right? Hmm. Something to think about.  See you later, lovelies. Expect filled requests in the next few days. 

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I Think I Love You

thank you so much! here's your fic~

At times, Dave was unsure just what the hell he was doing.

It was not that he necessarily was confused or puzzled, but when it came down to the troll who he happened to know from his younger days, he could not decide if he wanted to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him, or shyly confess that he probably, maybe, perhaps, loved him.

They lived on opposite sides of town, both twenty one and living life to the fullest in between school, work and play; the human opted for online schooling to fit his schedule, the other interning at the local veterinarian hospital. Dave often swung by with his tabby cat when he thought things were awry, but it was more to see the brownblood’s eyes light up at the mention of animals rather than his own worry. At those moments, he thought that he loved him, was never more sure but simultaneously concerned that it was love. In all honesty, Dave could never remember a time in which romantic love was an option, as his work took priority over personal relations. Still, he kept up the façade that he was impeccable in the art of taking home men and women, though his manly bravado and self-named ‘player status’ deflated substantially when a specific gray body was in earshot. He wished to be perfect in the eyes of his peers, but would settle for merely decent if it was the opinion of Tavros. Uncertainty was the norm in his presence, Dave’s words opting for messy, choppy deliverance and his stance slouched and awkward rather than the normal coolness he desired to exert; it was embarrassing, moreso when little giggles flit from Tavros’ mouth in a concurrently cute and horrible way. The blond would laugh along with mental chastising he would reflect on hours later. Currently, Tavros was lounging around his tiny hive, selecting laziness as opposed to any real productivity. At some point that night, he was expecting a call from Dave, but he was not about to hold his breath over it; the human often ‘forgot’ to call, the reason behind his forgetful tendencies being his own nervousness. Just as he was nodding off for an uneventful nap while sprawled on his couch, his phone buzzed on the glass of his coffee table, the vibrations sharp and frankly, annoying. Clumsily pressing his fingers against a button, Tavros groggily answered, “Hello? Dave?” “Hey, I was wonderin’… Are you asleep?” Despite being unseen, a teasing smile curled his lips, “I would not answer if, uh, I was asleep, Dave.” A scoff from the other line, “Fine, past tense. Were you asleep?” “Just barely.” With a hardly concealed yawn, Tavros sat up and rubbed at his eyes, “But, uhh. You were saying?” Seated at his desk in his room, Dave stood and pushed aside his chair as he moved without any real intention about his quarters, “What’re you doin’ tonight, Nitram? Any solid plans or are you free?” “I am not up to anything. Are you planning something?” “Just a night out, y’know. Dinner or some shit. Ride around town and do nothing particularly noteworthy; just fun with bros.” He cleared his throat, a futile, subconscious attempt to cut down on his anxious rambling, “A spaghetti dinner, yeah. Let’s get Disney up in this bitch and smooch while an Italian man with a wicked mustache aww’s at us.” Dave grinned widely when soft laughs graced his ears through the line, and he stopped in the doorway of his room to ensure that he paid complete attention to the response. Tavros, on his couch, moved to his bedroom to sift through his closet for appropriate clothes to don at what he could only assume was hanging out for ironic purposes, “Alright, sure. What, uh, time shall we go off for our spaghetti dinner? And, hopefully, the dinner does not include meat of any kind. That would be unfortunate, and no smooching would ensue.” “Hah, fine, it’ll be a strictly veggie-oriented meal. I’ll pick you up around six-thirty, though, sound good?” “Yeah, I will be ready, uh, by then. See you soon.” “Bye.” Even though the conversation ended, Dave lingered on the line until he was sure Tavros had hung up before setting his own phone down. With a foreign ache in his expression, he pressed his calloused fingertips against his cheeks to massage his smile into a more somber position, but to no avail; his heart raced and his head was delightfully dizzy in loving anticipation. He only hoped that Tavros felt the same.

The troll, however, felt disappointment edge on the coattails of his excitement. Dave, with his tendency to compare and exaggerate, was never very clear in his speech, and Tavros was often left feeling both exhilarated and confused. A part of him wondered if Dave did this to others, and, on the way to his bathroom for a quick shower, let his mind wander to the word he caught wind of when it came to his crush’s adventures with his array of lovers. While he, personally, had never heard Dave explicitly state anything regarding his love life, Tavros found it difficult to believe that he was choosing abstinence over the hungry stares of his underground groupies.

Rather than lapse into sadness, as per usual, he felt a flare of irritation; Dave didn’t belong to him, necessarily, but it wasn’t right that others looked him up and down like a piece of meat and slept with him for status.

To clear his head more than get clean, he stayed in the shower and let hot, pelting rain drops pound out his uncertainties as he prepared for whatever cruel joke was approaching. When Dave arrived, he spent a majority of the few minutes parked in front of Tavros’ apartment complex with a racing heart. The rearview mirror was constantly being peered into, and the glove compartment –where he stored condoms and lube, just in case- was continuously checked and re-checked and thirdly checked, because his worry sometimes got the best of him. After raking his fingers through his hair and adjusting the darkened shades over his eyes, he signaled that he had arrived through a hastily sent text before uncomfortably waiting. Breath hitched in his throat, he watched as Tavros opened the passenger side’s door after a few minutes and slip in. Dave shot him a smile, the other’s gray body donned in a black sweater with a brown undershirt, the bottom portion to his outfit never quite registering due to Dave’s eyes being glued to the neck up. Black lips lifted into a little smile, as he knew that now Dave’s attention rested on him and him alone, a fact that caused his more possessive side to simmer down. Clicking on his seatbelt, he leaned back in his seat, “Am I underdressed?” He questioned, a brow quirked as his gaze swept over the blond’s clothing; a white button up and a sleek dark blazer with an equally dark tie. Dave shook his head, “No, you look. Perfect.”

A gentle blush worked its way to the surface, “You think so?”

“Know so,” He replied, turning his attention focus to the steering wheel and driving off; so long as he kept his gaze occupied by the street lights illuminating the ebony night like the stars miles above, Dave assumed he would be fine.

Tavros, after thanking him quietly, looked out the window with slight nervousness eating at him. Dave, oblivious to it all or as to how to approach him, drove as swiftly as he could to the restaurant he had in mind then clambered out the car after parking and turning it off. Rounding the car, he opened the passenger door and gestured for Tavros to get out then take his arm in the most gentlemanly fashion he could muster. Snickering at his seemingly joking behavior, Tavros hooked arms with him and beamed when Dave referred to him as his ‘darling date.’

As they walked into the restaurant and sat down, Dave could not help but feel as though his advances were not being taken seriously. It almost seemed to him that it was all a joke, a game, and that made his lips purse and brows furrow. In the middle of Tavros’ salad, a pale hand shot across the table to engulf one of his, tone flat as he spoke, “You know what I’m trying to do, right?” Mouth full of lettuce, the troll chewed and swallowed uncertainly, trying to be as gradual and slow as possible to avoid the strange conversation he knew was approaching, “No?” “I’m trying to get you into my bed. Permanently.” “What?” While his last phrase sounded much cooler and romantically lusting in his head, Dave shook his head and gave a squeeze to the gray hand he was currently holding, “I mean. Er. I think I like you. Fuck, alright, I swear I’m not usually this unsure, I know I like you, it’s just a matter of actually saying it, and that’s really the hard part, and I know-” Stopping abruptly, he noticed that the other male’s face was contorting into that of concealed snickers, and, thinking that he was being made fun of, immediately let go of his hand and almost began rambling again with the intention to hurt. Tavros, cutting him off, shook his head and snorted once before replying, “Dave, wow, uh, I understand. I do, harbor feelings of the flushed variety towards you, just. I have never seen you so frazzled before, it is as refreshing as it is sort of pitiful.” It felt good to let those words finally leave his mouth and hang in the air between the two of them. A lopsided smile of relief spread onto his mouth, “Alright. Fuck, yeah, alright, awesome.” The rest of dinner went by more or less uneventfully; Tavros threatened to throw spinach at Dave when the latter quietly spoke of salacious actions, while their feet playfully pressed against each other under the table. As they climbed into Dave’s car, Tavros wondered if the night would take a turn for something sexual. He entertained the thought when in the comfort of his hive, but, of course, he had never acted upon those thoughts. Watching streetlights go by and other cars move about them, Tavros requested if, perhaps, they could go to Dave’s place rather than have one of them dropped off. It made him uneasy to think that Dave could potentially spend the remainder of his night with someone else, someone that didn’t deserve him. Dave, silently surprised, coolly answered to make up for his embarrassment earlier, “Sure, yeah. Whatever you want.” His apartment was not small by any means, a large expanse with plenty of space for all his equipment. Wires and metal pieces littered the floor, but there was a clear path to rooms and the like. Dave tugged on his hand, leading him into the living room to plop comfortably on the cushions of the couch. Tavros toppled beside him, legs partially on Dave’s lap. With a grin, the blond tugged him over by hooking his arms over his legs and pulling him close. They spent a brief moment just giggling, then Tavros reached over, inquisitive, claws and fingertips brushing by the arm of his shades in order to remove them. He met no resistance, and the accessory was removed before crimson eyes focused on brown. Lovingly, a purr of the reddest desire rumbled in Tavros’ chest, and Dave hesitated for only a second. He was atop him, slowly easing Tavros backwards as he placed his lips delicately to his. He wished to be tender and loving in each and every touch, for every contact of skin to be perfect, for each kiss and playful bite or lapping lovebite to be reminders that he was not doing this to simply do it, but he intended to be smooth and sensual in the motions. Dave wanted, more than anything, to convey the deepest sense of love through a flawless rock of their bodies and a collision of emotion.

They fought a bit for space on the couch, but neither party was willing to remove themselves from the other in search of more room. Tavros ended up on top, gray body sprawled out above him as their mouths forced back against each other, moved in a continuous tug of war for dominance. Light fingers tapped down the spine and rib cage belonging to a gray man and grabbed handfuls of the back side he rightfully claimed as his. Tavros, sensing the underlying possession, dragged his teeth against Dave’s neck as a sign of his own ownership. Murmuring a ‘mine,’ against his skin, he felt the other tense at another bite before shivering at the rougher tongue lapping at the wound. Shakily, Dave raised one of his hands to curl around the base of one of his large horns, taking a firm grip as he gave it a tentative stroke; he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but figured he should continue as Tavros leaned into his touch and groaned. The groan dissolved into purrs tinged red, his eyes shutting and his grip tightening on Dave. Lifting a brow curiously, the man on his back gave another stroke, a tighter one, swift and simple and watched as the man above him arched his spine and whimpered.

While the reaction was very different to anything he would have guessed, it was not unwelcome. Dave continued to rub vigourously, even going so far as to trail his tongue against the smooth horn where orange faded to yellow. Tavros whined, then purred, helplessly clawing at his shoulders and chest as he softly gasped out the human’s name, a sweet taste dispersing on his tongue each time. Delighted at his sounds, Dave kissed his lips, then his chin, lips working themselves down to his neck and planting a tender kiss against his racing pulse. Panting, he jerked down, a clawed hand cupping Dave’s face, and for a fraction of a second, Tavros could swear that he saw uncertainty flicker in his eyes. To cement his obviously flushed feelings, he clumsily smashed his lips against Dave’s while trying to speak stammered ‘I love you’s against his mouth, all of which were returned affectionately with soft chuckles and playful bites to the jaw.

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