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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
finally finished my first splatoon fic, detailing how marina changed her color
this took a while and it’s short but good i think, i would appreciate anybody who took a look
Happy birthday to my good friend @millenianthemums! Here’s a pic I got from @sarcasmprodigy of Ava and Simon! I’m so glad I’ve gotten to watch your characters grow over the past few years, and I’m so grateful you’ve included me with this story as much as you have!
Plus, here’s a little ficlet to go with it under the cut
The parked Prius on the side of the road remained where it was.
The person in front of it, however, paced angrily around it.
“Of ALL the times, why now?” Ava asked, the roadside asphalt crunching under her feet as she circled. “Why do all my inconveniences become life-threatening?”
Simon smugly grinned from his perch on top of the car. He turned another page of the Prius’s manual, looking at the pictures. “Please, Ava, spare us the dramatics. This can’t possibly be that tough to fix. I’ll have us out as soon as I diagnose the problem.”
Ava twirled in place to glare at Simon. “Listen, you. I’ve been fixing cars my whole life. I knew the problem the second I opened the hood. We blew a spark plug.”
Ava gestured with frustration towards the car’s trunk now. “And because I plan ahead, I have spares with me! But I took the tools out last week to fix some stuff in the house and didn’t put them right back because I didn’t think I’d get CHASED BY KILLER ANGELS ACROSS THE COUNTRYSIDE!”
Ava huffed, then trudged back to the front of the car to survey the damage again.
Simon pretended to read the manual for another minute, then tossed it aside and slid off the roof. Walking up next to Ava, he peered inside as well.
“What tool do you need?”
Ava scoffed. “Oh I’m sorry, you didn’t figure out what to do already? I thought you had it all figured out.”
“Ava, just…” Simon closed his eyes. It helped clear his thoughts. His demon eyes weren’t used to a human world.
“Ava, please tell me what tool you need. What it looks like.”
Ava rolled her eyes, but she did take out her phone and hit google. After a second, she showed the screen to Simon.
“It’s called a socket wrench, and normally I have one with me to take off the plug, but I don’t have it and there’s nothing I can do without it.”
Simon studied the ratchet for a minute, looking closely and not saying a word. Then he closed his eyes again and stuck out his right hand.
Ava almost instinctively went to shake it, but held off and just watched with a vague curiosity. Slowly, she watched as Simon’s hand began to turn a faint shade of silver.
“Simon, what-“
“Shhh!”
His hand stretched, and then thinned out, and then wasn’t even a hand anymore. Panting slightly from the strain, Simon opened his eyes to see that he had successfully shapeshifted his hand into a socket wrench.
Mostly, anyway.
“Simon, that’s amazing, but it also looks like shit, dude. There’s no way we could get the spark plug off like that. Look at the socket, it’s all wrinkled.”
“Hey, excuse me for saving our asses! It’s been a while, let me see that pic again.”
Ava held up her phone and Simon focused again, trying to iron out the imperfections.
Ava couldn’t help but ask: “Since when could you do this? Shapeshift into people, sure, but something like this?”
Simon shrugged slightly. “Back when I was learning how to shift, I thought trees and stuff were good to test with because I was embarrassed to ask someone else to practice with. I got pretty good at shifting into inorganic matter. The other demons thought it was stupid though.”
Ava contemplated that. “Well, they should have appreciated you better, that’s a great skill to have.”
“They meant well, I’m not explaining it good.” Simon held up his “hand” for inspection. It was just like the picture on Ava’s phone.
Simon looked at Ava with a let’s-move-on-from-this look. “It’s complicated.”
Ava shrugged. “Alright, Lefty, let’s get you to work then. Hope you’re ready for to get messy cause fixing cars is not for neat freaks.”
“Lead the way, oh expert of mine.”
“Hey, Simon?”
“What?”
“Thanks for the help.”
I did research on cars for this
I realized late that simon might not be able to actually read, but also that it didn’t matter
happy birthday robin
Dave couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, grabbing at the blanket each and every way possible, but he couldn’t help but feel entirely awake. He sighed deeply as he fell onto his back and groaned softly. Being immortal wasn’t worth much if he had to spend eternity being insomniac.
“For fuck’s sake, Dave.”
Dave turned to the loud sound coming from the other side of his bed. Oops. He hadn’t been very considerate of his bunk-mate.
Karkat rose up from his side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. “Do you have any idea how much you squirm when you’re asleep, much less when you’re awake? It’s a wonder I can ever get any rest.”
“Sorry,” Dave said sheepishly. “I just can’t get down for the night, but I’ll hit the couch so you can sleep, at least.”
Dave took the covers in his hands and made to jump out of the bed before he felt Karkat grab him.
“No, hold on, I have a better idea.”
And then, abruptly, Karkat began to lift up Dave’s shirt.
“Woah, man, hold up! I mean, it’s sweet that you wanna do that, but it’s a little late for it, I think!”
Karkat rolled his eyes. “Keep your mind out of the gutter, Strider, this is a safe-for-work activity I’m trying here.”
With a flourish, Karkat took off the red undershirt Dave always wore to bed. It suddenly felt cold not being under the covers.
“Now, lie down on your stomach.”
Dave dutifully flipped onto his tummy, wriggling a bit against the pillow now pressed on his face.
“Did you have something specific in mind or-ooooooo…”
Dave suddenly felt a firm pressure on his back, which caused him to tense up slightly.
“Relax, Dave. I’m not gonna kill you. Try and enjoy it.”
Karkat began to gently knead along Dave’s back, pressing along different pressure points and muscles to soften him up as much as he could.
Dave exhaled as Karkat’s administrations continued. Trolls were strong as hell, thanks to their unforgiving planet, but Karkat was doing a good job of keeping the pressure from being uncomfortable. Carefully, easily, all the kinks and soreness was pressed out. With Dave’s face pushed straight into his pillow, it wasn’t long before he started to flutter his eyes closed, and even less time until he…
Karkat took his hands off Dave’s back as he watched his slow, sleepy breathing. That seemed to have done the trick. He pulled the blanket back up to cover Dave’s sleeping form before pulling his own half up. Before he turned back to his own side, he gave Dave’s cheek a quick little peck.
“Good night, Dave.”
Though he was long gone to dreamland by this point, Dave couldn’t help but smile.
@screamingyearly Here’s that domestic davekat you wanted for @homestuckvalentine! I’m sorry it’s so late, I hope you like it!
This is my fic for 2017′s @homestuckss Secret Santas! Pale GamKar for @cinder229! I’ve never written pale stuff or gamkar before, i hope you like it!
Karkat let out a sigh of relief. Grist littered the area around him, piled higher than he had seen it yet. He gave a cursory look around to see if there was anything else around spoiling for a fight, but the dust seemed to have settled and it was quiet again. It was a tough battle, for sure, but imps only could last for so long, and Karkat had managed to defeat them all.
Of course, he’d had a little help.
Day 1: First Kiss
You’ve seen this moment in movies and read it in your books countless times but you didn’t think it’d be quite like this.
God, she’s so beautiful. Yeah, it’s just a t-shirt but fuck if she doesn’t look good in absolutely everything she puts on. Plus the glow? Yeah it’s stinging your eyes a little bit but that’s on you, it make her look positively fucking radiant. Standing atop those stairs, looking at you like that, yeah, she’s a sight.
You are too, probably, but that’s probably because you’re a little sloshed more than anything else.
But fuck it, that’s not what’s important. You do what comes natural. Some witty lines, you know you’re good at that, drawing in close, that’s the ticket, and before you know it you’re touching her in the lonely hallway of this giant space rock. She’s surprised, this whole mess has been a surprise to her, it seems, but she thankfully doesn’t draw away from you. You’re stumbling over your words as confidently as you can, which is great cause you’re pretty sure you have no clue what you’re doing, but you do know what’s supposed to happen next.
Your hand on her shoulder you draw her close. Dawning comprehension seems to open in her eyes, and she stays still, her own arm around your waist. What you hope are sweet nothings spill out of your mouth as she comes ever nearer to you. You start to close your eyes, cause that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?
Wait, shit, the fangs! How are you gonna deal with those? Go high? Go low? Maybe just smooch the teeth? Is that what vampires like? Should you stop?
No. Just go for it. Just go for-mmph.
It’s nice. It’s a nice feeling, this first time. She’s so cool to the touch, even as her light burns brighter than ever. You can’t imagine what she’s thinking, but she’s not pulling away, so you hope the feeling is as nice for her as it is for you.
As soon as it starts, it’s suddenly over. You don’t feel any different, having just had your first kiss, and yet something does feel a little different. You look at her face, still perplexed at your actions. Or maybe just perplexed at you in general.
She looks so beautiful when she’s perplexed.
Oops. You think all that excitement has finally caught up to you. Almost in slow motion, you feel yourself slipping backwards out of her loose grip. Heh. This is gonna hurt like hell when you wake up, but damn if it wasn’t worth it. Hopefully her face is the first one you see.
BONK BONK BONK BONK BONK
@rosemarymonth Day 1: First Kiss
just the standard “retell from one character’s perspective” that i’m so fond of. not my best but i don’t think it should have been any longer. I’ll post it to ao3 and submit it to the collection later
He fell asleep.
You look over to him in annoyance. This is a damn good movie he’s missing, doesn’t he know that? You swear, he could learn a thing or two from his sister about appreciating Troll Art. Not to mention how rude it is to just drop off, you had been planning to do this with him for a while.
It’s not for a moment that realize that he isn’t just sleeping, he’s sleeping on you. His head has laid to rest on your leg, not the couch you both sit on. Your eyes widen, you have a clear line of sight at his own eyes under those damn shades, and you try not blush at this rare viewing.
Tentatively, you reach out a hand, but stop yourself. You know how he gets about touching. Unless he initiates it, he gets all kinds of defensive. Ugh, you so much as give him a little pap and he’ll go straight to pieces. It’s usually not worth it at all.
And yet, for someone who’s so closed off to everyone else, he trusted you, you of all people, enough to doze off on you, right? That has to count for something, doesn’t it? To move whatever this hell of a relationship is to another level?
Enough. You plow through the uncertainty and gently place your hand on his shoulder. He stirs slightly, but nestles into your thigh once more, still sound asleep. You can’t help but admire how cute he is.
Satisfied that you made the right choice, you continue to let your hands rest on him as you turn your attention back to the movie. You can’t help but grin to yourself as you do so.
You can always tell him what he missed when he wakes up.
@davekatweek
canon rewrite of the one scene we all know by heart
this is bad but at least i got something out
“Hey, Dirk, you got a minute?”
Dirk looked up from his book to see Jake’s smiling face before him. Of course, with a Jake smile, he never knew quite what to expect, but at least he was happy. Dirk thumbed down his page to save it, then set it aside.
“What’s up?”
“Well, I’ve been working a bit on a bit of a… project. A project that I know you have quite a bit of experience with yourself. I was hoping you’d do your boyfriend a little favor and help him out?”
Dirk had to stifle a smile, but the truth was he was curious. What could Jake need? Robotic help? Philosophy help? Sunglasses help? Dirk was pretty good at all of those. He noticed for the first time that Jake was holding something behind his back, not even bothering to be subtle.
“What do you need, Jake?” He motioned to whatever Jake was holding. “No need to hide it.”
Jake looked flustered for a moment, before taking a piece of paper from behind his back and handing it to Dirk. “You have the know-how about this sort of thing, I figured you’d know the best approach.”
Dirk was a little confused as to why Jake was being so vague until he looked at the paper. On it was a very crudely drawn picture, apparently done with colored pencils, of an anthropomorphic wolf. The wolf was wearing a pair of glasses, glowing slightly, and had a very familiar hairstyle on the top of its head. The word “Hopefoot” was scribbled in the margins of the page.
Dirk looked up at Jake with a face more stoic than he had ever mustered before.
“No.”
“Aww, come on, Dirk!”
“No.”
“Look,” Jake said, folding his arms and pouting. “I’ve seen the stuff you hide in your desk. You are a veritable pro in the regard of human-like depictions of critters.”
Dirk’s façade broke slightly as he blushed. “That is private material! And you’re not understanding, it’s much more than just that. It’s artistic! Why are we talking about this?”
“Dirk, you’re being ridiculous. This is not some big stinkin’ thing here.”
“It’s embarrassing and I’d just as soon drop it.”
Dirk made a big show of handing the paper back to Jake, but faltered when he saw Jake’s face fall.
Jake sighed. “I know it’s silly, but I was just hoping it could be this silly thing we did together. Please, Dirk?”
The Prince of Heart’s heart, of course, melted. He was being as dick and he knew it. Time to make amends. He fished a mechanical pencil out of his shorts and clicked it. Jake perked up.
“I suppose I could help you with the design a bit. C’mere and tell me what you were thinking.”
Dirk patted the seat on the couch next to him. Jake grinned. He made his way next to his boyfriend and sidled right up.
“So I was thinking he’d also have a horse for a boyfriend?”
“Now you’re speaking my language.”
My bud @revolutionaryduelist has a birthday today, and I figured the best gift I could give him was a bit of self-indulgent fluff. Happy 24th, man.
(I swear I’m not a furry.)
You stand on a bed of stone. Next to you stands your brother upon his own. But that is not the object of interest.
The countdown continues.
Before you rests a machine that emerged from the Tumor which you deployed. You knew that it would come to this. A counter on the machine counts down to an oblivion you knew would come. Somehow, you had foreseen it, despite all your attempts to play it safe.
You look down upon the slab on which you stand. It should protect you, you were promised. You have seen the results for yourself on another. Death is not the end, not while you reside upon this structure.
The countdown continues.
Yet you worry. You’ve always attempted to hide your fear, and you have the perfect opportunity to do so. The beds will keep you both safe. You know this. Yet that does not mean death has lost its power over you, you who have been fascinated by it ever since you were small. You were almost lost once already, and you’ve still lost someone you needed.
The countdown continues.
You look towards your brother, hoping to find something to prop yourself up with, to give yourself hope. You see in his eyes, hidden by his glasses, full of the same fear as yours. He, too, is frightened of the unknown, of the fate that awaits him when the end comes. He has already seen death affect him, and he knows it cannot be escaped.
The countdown continues.
There is a comfort in your shared fear, however. The end may be near, and it may be inevitable. Even should you make it through this unscathed, there’s no promise that tomorrow will prove any safer. But at least you know you did it together. That neither of you could leave the other behind. That you stuck together until the worthless bitter end.
The countdown concludes.
The end is brighter than you ever thought anything could be.
@roseweek Day 2: Favorite Canon Moment
that part of cascade always freaking kills me
hey remember when rose and dave were literally ready to die for each other except they couldn’t so they died together when will you ever find a pair of siblings as iconic
