#gab's writing

[gymleader]

someone motivate me to write my shitty rupphire human boarding school AU

[gymleader]

Gab’s Writing: Rupphire drabble?

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS IS, I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING TANGIBLE IN LIKE TWO YEARS DON’T JUDGE ME???

In reality I’ve been toying with some fic ideas involving sending letters back and forth and now I’m trying to set a base up for it. Trying to figure out how Homeworld and the gems work in my head. How their military hierarchy would work and such. This is an exercise in stretching and trying to figure out how I want to write Rubes mostly.

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Their first meeting is engraved into Ruby's memory.

Her fists flew with controlled confidence, the heat coming off her in waves from the sheer delight of movement. This is where Ruby could be completely herself; her whole body an instrument of destruction, yet accompanied by a certain grace.

The topaz in front of her was impressive to be sure. Tall and angular, all hard lines and sharp movements that matched the daggers they were currently wielding. They used their superior reach as an added defense and Ruby felt the wind whistle by her cheek from a particularly aggressive stroke.

She weighed her options. This gem didn't have as much stamina, she knew that well beyond the moment they stepped into training field. However, the enemy could simply outlast her by playing defensive and waiting to be decisive with all the energy Ruby had to expend even to get small licks in considering her small range.

This had to end fast.

In one quick movement Ruby lunged forward, moving into a blow as she clamped her hand around one of the topaz's wrists. The enemy reacted instantly, twisting and shoving their body weight forward to overpower the smaller gem. Ruby snarled under the pressure, digging in her heels and using all of her opponent's weight to flip them straight over. The Topaz landed with a harsh thud on the metallic floor, dazed.

Then it was over. The only sounds to be heard were Ruby's uneven puffs of breath and the topaz's groan as they shifted over to one side. Ruby grabbed their hand and grinned, helping to pull them to their feet. “How come you always fall for that, Topes? You know you can't knock me down.”

They gave Ruby a blank look, hand reaching up to rub at the offended wrist. “Shove it, Ruby. One day I'll knock you flat on that ass of yours.” Topaz returned the grin and gave Ruby a good-natured shove before starting off. “Alright, I have actual work to do that doesn't involve getting myself roughed up.”

Ruby raised a hand in farewell before letting it drop to run over the top of her hair, fingers tangling in the curls momentarily. Yes, she would need to go back to work as well. Sessions like this weren't exactly smiled upon.

A light clapping startled Ruby out of her reverie. Eyes darted this way and that until they zeroed in on a blue gem settled in the far corner of the training area. Had they been there the whole time? Ruby looked warily at the other gem, not recognizing them. Was this a new superior? She sure as hell hoped not.

“Why did you take so long?” The other gem's voice was melodic and Ruby's expression changed to one of confusion. What kind of question was that, anyway? Before she could ask what that even meant they continued. “You had the advantage for most of the beginning, but you seemed to drag it out. Why?”

Ruby blinked. “Oh... I guess it's to have a good time?” She posed it as a question, rubbing the back of her neck in a sort of nervous gesture. This gem probably wasn't a superior, but then who were they? “Topaz and I do that a lot and sometimes I don't want the sparring to end too soon...”

The blue gem hmm-ed an understanding before gliding closer to Ruby, the curtain of their hair hiding any sort of emotion that Ruby would have liked to read. “Er, hey? I'm Ruby.”

“Sapphire.” Ruby's eyes widened. Another corundum? In this unit? She would have pegged her as an apatite maybe, but not this.

Ruby fidgeted in place slightly, not really sure what to say. Did this sapphire approach her for a reason? The other seemed to sense her confusion and lifted a hand. Oh, their gem. Ruby lifted her own hand, palm face up. “Hah, wow. Small world?”

Sapphire smiled, a genuine gesture that Ruby decided suited them. “I noticed and decided to watch your fight, I hope you don't mind.”

“No no, it's fine! Honestly I thought you were some new big shot for a second trying to creep on us inferiors,” She laughed, some of the tension spilling out of her shoulders. “Now I just feel paranoid. You new around here?”

They nodded. “Yes, this unit is... interesting. It seems to be more lax than my previous station.”

Ruby shrugged. “Yeah, they can be. Just don't piss anyone off and you should be fine. If you have any questions... hit me up?” She was interested in this gem, more than she understood why.

“Mmm, yes. I think I'd like that.” Sapphire reached out their gemless hand and Ruby took it in kind, them both slightly shocked by the others temperature; hot and cold meeting midway. Their eyes met, or at least Ruby thought they did. It was impossible to see where Sapphire's eyes were looking.

There was something happening in this moment, though Ruby couldn't place it. A spell of silence was cast as they stared each other down and the moment she tried to break it, her name was yelled down the corridor.

“Ruby! Commander needs us to report, we're going on planet.” One of her squad mates came barreling in, shocking the two of them out of their reverie. They separated quickly and Ruby nodded and gave a passing glance back to Sapphire before rushing out. No one kept the commander waiting, after all.

In her haste she missed the smile that Sapphire wore. Yes, something had happened. The start of something amazing.

[techo-music]

Plush Pals: One Dense Aisha

  “Uh, what? Yeah I’m listening,” Bombuh flicked a paw over one ear before turning away from his project to face his fellow Plush. “You were talking about Neckro, right? I don’t even think she likes us that much, why do you want me to invite her along?”

  The snake hissed lightly, slithering up to his friend’s right. “I’m serious, dude! I think she likes you!” More than think, he was sure. Neckro was always so sure of herself, sly and sophisticated, but around the boastful and brash Bombuh she became unsure. It was so obvious! “And I wasn’t saying ask her to hang out with US. I want you to… y’know… ask her out!”

  Bombuh tilted his head, glasses slipping down his face. “Eh?! Ask her out? Why would I want to ask some girl out!”

  Huck almost facewinged. His friend was so DENSE sometimes. “Some girl, huh? I didn’t see you calling her some girl when you were staring at her the whole time we were at Roo Island last week.”

  The Aisha froze. “I-I did not! You’re imagining things, dude!” He brought his paw over an ear again and Huck could tell he was nervous. Some girl his squishy tail, hmph!

  “Look, let’s just finish deciphering this code, okay? You promised we’d explore the ruins this week!” Bombuh was back to business again, going over the weathered papers that lay in front of him. Where did he even find this junk anyway?

  “Fine, fine. Just talk to her later, okay?” Huck got a half-hearted yes in response. That was enough for now.

[techo-music]

Y14 – 24th of December - Journal Entry

(I shouldn't be writing about pets I can't have but GOD DAMMiit)

  It isn’t that I dislike the festivities.

  Or maybe that is it.

  I’m afraid that after years of giving away merry wellwishes that I did not mean and receiving the same has left me a shell of my former self when the holidays were concerned.

  When I was but a hatchling in my mother’s den it was always decorated and our clan always visited, but I have not been back for some time. Indeed, I believe I have not seen my mother in the last fifty Christmas past.

  No matter, I am much too busy for such frivolity.

  Though I did receive a package from my dear mother as she always seems to remember me when I do not give her the same courtesy; I take more after my father, you see.

  Since it is the night of Christmas Eve and the tradition back home was to open presents this night, I suppose I should go discover what mother has sent. Perhaps another tail cozy to make sure my scales don’t dull in the cold when night flying. She does love to knit them, after all.

  I will return to this entry momentarily.

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  It seems she has sent me a gift of memories. Inside the box was one of the old plush toys that was kept in the nest when I was young.

  The note she included:

  My dear Gliv,

  You haven’t come to see me in quite a while and sometimes until I hear news of your work I’m always afraid something has happened to you. Word always comes, though. Please remember to visit soon!

  Your father is doing well, gruff as ever, and your cousins have been asking about you at the last few get togethers. If you aren’t more careful about keeping in touch they might just come and drag you out of that cave themselves, hahahah!

  A few days ago I was cleaning some old boxes out of your father’s office, more of a storage room now really, and I found a box of your old toys! Most of them seemed to have some sort of water damage, but this one, your favorite, seemed to survive. I thought you might appreciate having it back!

  Perhaps you could give it to your hatchling someday. Where are my grandchildren? I’m not getting any younger and neither are you!

-Love Mom

  Picture of the toy:

        Hm, I remember being quite fond of this one. Perhaps I will keep it downstairs in the treasure room until I find a better place for it.

  Ahah, my water seems to have finally reached a boil.

    Farewell for now journal, let us put the holidays behind us.

[gymleader]

Homestuck Writing: SBARG Ficlet #1

In which I bring Ebru into their land.

Your name is Gabby and you’ve never laughed harder in your laugh.

Ebru is shameless (not that you’re surprised, but really, not wearing any clothes and eating cookies in the middle of a meteor apocalypse? For shame!).

You tell her that she’s ridiculous and she shoots a middle finger at nowhere in particular. It happens to aim right at your current viewpoint.

You smile.

“Let’s get you in, come on, before you’re torched. I’m sure no one will be happy if they hear I didn’t get you in, ahahah…” After a little coaxing you manage to get her to put the cookies down.

Her sprite launches.

The countdown begins.

Your hands are shaking as you watch her run around and you deploy different items around her home. The mouse in your hands is the baton and you are leading the orchestra into the crescendo that is her fate.

Or something, when you get nervous you mix your metaphors.

She throws in a globe that you knock towards her, as well as a mask that she had on hand. Her sprite comes to life.

You’re typing furiously now to her, but she’s already doing what she has to.

You’ve both read the comic before, you know what comes next.

The light envelops her house and next all you see is her house against a bright red sky.

Success.

[gymleader]

Homestuck Writing: HSO R1

The first thing you notice, the thing that brings you back to reality, is how strikingly cool the barrel of the gun against your head is. Your hand twitches slightly, scraping the weapon lightly across your brow. You frown and look again to her, but there’s no fear in her eyes. She smiles to reassure you, clasping your hand.

It’s enough to have you smile back and nod.

SOOOOO. My entry didn't get picked to represent us in R1, but we finally get to start submitting them and I figured I'd put it up here under my writing tag.

The rest can be found here.

[gymleader]

The Kingdom Formerly Known As The Kingdom (Homestuck writing)

wrote this for courtney the other night and figured i'd put it on my blarg

“Tell me a story, Dave.”

You groan and pull the pillow over your head, “Go to fucking sleep, Harley. I’m serious. It’s like three in the morning and if I don’t get my beauty sleep I’m gonna look like one of those nasty bitches from that Twits book.” A good portion of your ramble is muffled by the pillow, but she ‘hmphs’ in response anyway. A second later you feel the pillow disappear. Yup, no sleep tonight for you.

“Dave Strider, I don’t care what you look like in the morning. The faster you story, the faster you sleep!!” She’s persistent tonight and you know that you’ve already lost this fight.

You sit up slowly, painfully, and begin. “Fine, whatever. Get ready to have mind blown clear out your skull. Forget Knight of Time, I’m the Scribe of Prose here to deal out words and paint some sick ass pictures,” She doesn’t look impressed by your preamble and you’re slightly offended. Just slightly.

“Once upon a ti—“

“Dave, are you really starting a story with that?”

“Who’s the storyteller here?”

“Obviously not anyone if you’re going to start it like that! What a snoozefest, and not even in a good way!!”

Tough crowd tonight. You roll your eyes and begin again. “Alright, alright. Let’s start out with some scenery then. So it starts out in this sicknasty kingdom. There’s this awesome prince and—“

“Wait, Dave, what’s the kingdom’s name?”

“Shit doesn’t have a name, doesn’t need it, it’s too awesome to even think about naming itself. It’s just The Kingdom.”

“Dave, that’s also dumb.”

“Fine, it’s The Kingdom Formerly Known As The Kingdom.” You give her a look as she starts to protest again and it dies down. Finally. Now you can work your magic. “As I was saying before someone interrupted, there was this fucking badass prince. He had all the moves and all the ladies were falling all over themselves just to listen to his rad beats.” Once again, she doesn’t look impressed, but at this point you don’t care. You’re gonna tell the story your way.

“So one day, the king, who is pretty great but not as suave or handsome as the prince, tells the prince ‘hey, bro, you gotta go help the neighboring kingdom since they’re getting attacked and shit’. The prince goes ‘oh shit, on my way’ and gets on his horse, galloping mad fast to the next kingdom over. His horse is so fucking fast that it only takes a single night.

“He gets there, fully clad in this sick armor, and he slashes his way through the invading forces, making it into the inner parts of the castle. ‘sup, dudes, i’m here to help’ he says to the other king that isn’t cool at all. This douchebag has an overbite the size of Texas here, seriously. The king tells him that he doesn’t want his help, because all the invaders want is his totally hot daughter.

“The prince offers to take her to a safehouse that the king has made up. He accepts and the prince knows that he’ll totally be able to charm this princess because, fuck, he’s awesome. The princess is pretty cute. Has these big glasses and gold dress. She swoons at the sight of him, because who wouldn’t, and they leave on his mighty steed.

“They probably had a lot of adventures getting to this safehouse, but to be honest I don’t feel like thinking any of that shit up, so let’s just say they get there and kiss and stuff because wow he saved her. Then the prince scored, the end.”

You look over at her and she’s asleep. Success! You’re filled with triumph!

It’s only in the morning that she tells you she fell asleep at the beginning because of how boring you were.

The girl just can’t appreciate art.

[gymleader]

Humanstuck: Corporate Holidays and Acoustic Guitars

just some nepkar from the characters over at humanstuck.

yes, this is what i wrote instead of going to bed. BLUH.

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Karkat Vantas hated Valentine’s Day.

Contrary to popular belief, he did not hate it simply because he had no one to share it with. No, even when he had been involved with someone, the holiday was simply an irritant. Something that almost seemed to stain the relationship he had been in at the time. It was a way for corporate America to reach its disgusting claws into a pure relationship and suck resources out of it; time, money, the works.

This day was precisely the reason that he, instead of going out for a stroll like he normally would when extremely annoyed, was sitting in front of his hotel room door, plucking the strings of his neglected acoustic guitar. “Need to find my tuner…” He muttered to himself absently with a frown; talented musician he was, but he could never quite properly tune anything by ear. It was a curse. In the loads of boxes he had unpacked from the move he hadn’t been able to find his tuner and, honestly, he didn’t feel like forking over the few bucks for a new one. Call him sentimental, but he just was attached to his old one.

After a good ten minutes of fiddling with his E string, everything finally seemed to be coming together. A rare smile of triumph graced his lips and he began to play. Nothing in particular, of course, he was simply warming up. Ah, yes. He loved this instrument. Of course, he’d prefer his bass to a regular old guitar any day, but this acoustic was special to him. Karkat hummed a small tune to himself, taking delight in strumming a few errant chords and looking out over the railing.

So engrossed was he that the door next to his opening did not capture his attention until, “Hey, Karkitty!” Nepeta Leijon stood at her oh so imposing 4’11’’, looking down at him curiously. “What are you doing?”

He stopped abruptly, looking up at her. Instead of informing her once again that he didn’t enjoy the nickname she had bestowed upon him, he simply rolled his eyes. “What does it look like, Leijon?” He lifted the guitar in his arms a little higher for emphasis. “Beat it; I’m trying to blow over this shitty holiday.”

Not one to be deterred, she plopped herself right down next to him. Curiously, she eyed his instrument and looked up at him, the difference in their height now ridiculously evident. It was no stretch of words to say that Karkat towered over her, but it didn’t seem to bother her in the least. “Have a problem with Valentine’s Day?” The girl didn’t sound surprised and it was much more of a statement than a question. “Come on, even if you don’t like it there’s no reason to spend it alone!”

He snorted, strumming a bit before replying. “Nothing wrong with being alone, especially if you’re comfortable, but if you want to stick around then whatever. Just don’t bother me; I’m trying to enjoy myself.” Even if he wouldn’t admit it, Karkat was honestly glad for the company. Though he did not think there was anything specifically wrong with being alone, he always enjoyed playing for others more than just playing for himself.

For a while they were both silent. Nepeta watched, almost mystified, as his fingers danced over the strings with grace and dexterity and fought the urge to request a song. Needless to say, she wasn’t able to resist it for very long. “Karkat,” She began with his real name, hoping it would garner enough approval for him to actually listen. “Do you think you could… maybe… take a request?”

Karkat’s eyes flicked to her, mouth already opening to say no, but he paused. It was her face that did it. Her expression was so sickeningly sweet, he just couldn’t refuse outright. He said nothing for more than a few moments, fingers forming chords but not actually strumming. “Fine. As long as it’s not something stupid, I guess I could humor you.”

With his luck and her cat obsession he would probably wind up playing something like that ridiculous Kitty Cat Dance or Nyan Ca— “Uh, will you play ‘You Are My Sunshine’? It’s appropriate for today, I think!” She cut off his train of thought and he looked surprised for a moment before covering it up.

“You could’ve requested worse.” Karkat muttered, giving her the win before gathering the tune up in his head. Within moments he’d begun and his voice, rough and scratchy but still pleasant, accompanied the tune.

Truly, he wasn’t the best singer, but he wasn’t awful. It was hard to place. Nepeta decided, with a yawn, that it would probably be better with practice. Not that it bothered her; in fact, it was lulling her right to sleep. This song was a lullaby, wasn’t it…?

The guitarist finished, looking at his left shoulder to see his neighbor now leaning on it. Asleep? He rolled his eyes and moved his shoulder, propping her up just a tad more securely before continuing to mess with his instrument.

Karkat figured he could get over his hate for Valentine’s Day just this year.