#lukigetti

[gettiandfriends]

thank you to rebecca for letting me get much too excited while explaining homestuck quadrants and how they’ve permanently ruined the way i think about fictional relationships. the fact of the matter is that lukigetti are moirails who vacillate pale/red/black. i’m sorry but that’s the truth.

[gettiandfriends]

lukigetti. but also the reverse where spaghetti would yank luki into a room, there would be a bunch of cartoony moaning and smooching sounds, and luki would come stumbling out covered in blood with his hair and clothes singed

[gettiandfriends]

s: (stopping in the middle of giving luki head) heh. hehehe.

l: oh that can’t be good. what have you thought of, darling?

s: (points at himself, then at luki’s nuts)

l: ??

s: (points at himself)

l: ……spaghetti

s: (points at luki’s nuts)

l: ……and—oh that’s horrible

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luki while they’re cuddling later: you remain as skilled as ever in evoking emotions i never expected to feel in concurrence. my dick was hard but i was totally unaroused, and i was suddenly hungry but also certain i would never want to eat again

getti: aww. flatterer 😌

[gettiandfriends]

luki opening his cello case and finding spaghetti contorted to fit inside and being like. hello darling what a lovely surprise. where is my cello

fitting into a small space is like a combination brain+body puzzle so spaghetti initially got in as a little exercise. but it was so cozy he took a widdle snooze

(from the dms with julia) (also the cello was magically placed somewhere safe but at a height that it is intentionally very difficult/inconvenient to get it down from)

[gettiandfriends]

they’re not in love but they’re in something

[gettiandfriends]

thinking about spaghetti and luki being soooo flirty with each other (my heart explodes)

R: ugh gross. the clown is GIGGLING

A: that isn’t very unusual

R: ok fair. but look, he’s twirling his hat around his finger. people don’t even do that with hair

A: he does that a lot too

R: true, but you can just tell it’s different with luki

A: i cannot

R: realized as i said it

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s: i’m going to bite your nose off

l: please don’t

s: i’m going to chew it as blood coats your mouth and chin

l: i suppose i’ll have to get a false nose

s: claim syphilis. it’s a wonder that you haven’t contracted it already

l: darling, are you calling me a slut?

s: (sweetly) yes

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(later)

r: why do you keep rubbing your nose

l: getti bit me quite hard earlier. it’s tingling from the healing

r: he bit your nose hard enough to need healing? hell of an impulse

l: well, i don’t know if ‘impulse’ is quite right. he did repeatedly tell me he was going to do it

r: you didn’t believe him? that’s on you mate

l: no, of course i did

r: so you…let him.

l: …look,

r: oh my god

l: it’s getti, he was completely fixated on the idea. and he was being so terribly darling about it

r: you used to be my BROTHER

lukigetti publicly canoodling at some dive after a show, getti whispers in luki’s ear then pulls him off toward the bathroom and everyone assumes they’re going to fuck, obviously. but when they come back a short while later luki’s just got blood all down the front of his shirt

he looks both amused and mildly exasperated which on its own is kind of an inscrutable response to anything that would have resulted in that amount of blood. meanwhile spaghetti is visibly super pleased and distinctly clingier than before (he loves to bother his bard)

[gettiandfriends]

i allow myself to go completely fantasy overboard writing luki every once in a while because he’s a bard

(he’s trying to reassure getti that it’s really him, and he knows WAY more private stuff that he could use to prove it. but part of how luki earned and continues to earn getti’s trust is by not sharing/not even wanting to share any of the truly personal stuff with anyone)

[gettiandfriends]

itty bitty spaghetti scrap. a noodle, perhaps