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for 4/13 I’m posting as many new fic and updates as I possibly can

the goal was four new and thirteen total updates...

we’ll see if I make it ;)

update #1: Cro’s Lost Days, Chapter 5 - Day Four: Daymares and Night Dreams

update #2: Case Files: PROJECT FAE, Chapter 1 - Entry 8: The Huntsman [linked to Iridium]

update #3: Iridium, Chapter 25 - ?

update #4: that bright chimeric beast, chapter 10 - [and] evils, run them through

update #5: find here felicity [Karkat POV of bright chimeric’s chapter 7]

update #6: when all the world’s aflame, Chapter 5 - what happens when you do

update #7: stacked deck deal, Chapter 5 - Shuffling Cards

update #8: pages from the personal grimoire of Sollux Captor, wix, Chapter 3 - Entry #5,000: Ghosts, Spirits, and Whatever the Fuck Eridan Is

update #9: everything yielding of them, Chapter 3 - the sweetness of light

update #10: New Hobbies

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

if she’s spring incarnate, what does that make a prince like you?

EriFef, 1177 words, all fluff and a happy ending, I promise.

Happy Valentine’s Day, @catnipcutie!

This was written for the @homestuckve18, and I had a hell of a lot of fun—chapter two’s coming real soon.

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5 minute fic prompt: "a sci-fi channel", davekat

“Oh, my god,” says Dave, for the twentieth time, and you very nearly throw your pillow at him. Your last pillow, though, because you’re saving it, and you started out with six. He’s currently hoarding the other five, along with his original six, and if you weren’t already halfway to committing quad-murder, you’d be at least 20% of the way there.

“For the twentieth time, Strider,” you tell him, venom dripping from every single one of your words, “shut the fuck up. It’s science fiction. It doesn’t have to make complete sense, that’s what suspension of disbelief is for.”

Dave looks up at you like he might be dying. Or choking. On laughter. You sort of hope he’s dying. “Listen, dude, I’m just saying, if this is how y’all see humans, we are going to be in for a time.”

Pillow number six gets sacrificed to the gods of quad-murder, and scores a decisive blow that topples him the fuck over. He stays down, like the wise guy he pretends to be, and the next time he says “Oh, my god”, you let out a bloodcurdling screech and land bodily on top of him.

(When Solux gets home, he adds that particular scifi channel to the list of “Things Dave And Karkat Are Not Allowed Two Watch Without Being Psionically Separated”.)

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Horuss meets a horse. Alteratively: gamquius: "are you seriously wearing that" (can be taken as equius or gamzee wearing something entirely silly... or both wearing silly outfits and someoneone says that to them! Take it as u will ^u^ and feel better soon, scy!!! ;n;

The expression on your brother’s face is well worth the drive out here. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him look so happy, ever—until the horse he’s been petting snuffles over the front of his shirt and he looks like he might spontaneously combust. 

(It was even worth having to coax your utterly annoying and beloved significant other out of bed this early in the morning—you’re pretty sure, for all of his griping, that Gamzee’s looking forward to this too. From what little you’ve gleaned about his family, you’re reasonably sure he might have some experience with horses?)

But this is about your brother, and Horuss looks like he’s just died and gone to heaven. He’s saying hello to each of the individual horses and ponies, and a few of them have come up to inspect him for treats, which he is happily providing, in the Very Correct manner that you caught him studying with YouTube videos and advice articles. This is quite probably the best birthday present you could have ever come up with, even if it meant waking up at four in the morning and driving all the way out here.

...it’s at that moment that your boyfriend trots around the corner, and your jaw drops. Full equestrian gear, not so much as a buckle or button out of place, his long hair tamed back into a fluffy sort of ponytail—he can’t have, he can’t be, for all of his experience you never expected this.

Gamzee gives you a once-over, and the kind of smirk that usually has you itching to punch his face in. (Right now, you might be a little bit drooling.) “Are you seriously wearing that, Equius?” Gods, you’re going to kill him.

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horns, for, eh, any ship with karkat.

Ah, band camp. That wonderful time of—okay, no, nope, fuck, you can’t even PRETEND to do this with a straight fucking face. It’s your first goddamn day of band camp at this PRESTIGIOUS COLLEGE, and you’re ready to punch someone.

Also, if that tuba doesn’t stop smiling at you, it might be her.

Tuba-girl’s name turns out to be Feferi Peixes, which is weirdly fucking fitting for someone like her. She won’t leave you alone, and she has this AWFUL HABIT of dragging along her...possibly boyfriend?? Who looks like he might be in ROTC and could PROBABLY also bench press the both of you. Whatever the fuck he is or does, he’s broody as hell and surprisingly soft whenever he looks over at her. You’re not having a good time.

(You later find out that he is in ROTC, and he can bench press the both of you, but turns out, Feferi could bench press him.) (You may or may not have nearly died at the thought.)

“You should really join me in the horn section, Karkat!” You stick your tongue out at her audacity. “I mean, come on. Don’t you want to move up from the clarinet?”

“The fuck’s wrong with a clarinet, Peixes? If you’re trying to start a section war, I promise you, I will bring the full fucking wrath of my screechy-toned brethren down upon your head—god, who am I kidding, they all fucking suck.”

Eridan gently pats your shoulder in commiseration. You resist the urge to bite his hand off.

(Approximately three days later, when the three of you end up out alone in the woods, you do not refrain from leaving bite marks on his shoulder and her neck. The assholes, trying to take advantage of someone like you.)

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5 Minute Fic Request? "Roll for initiative" Arasol

“AA.”

“Come onnn it’s your turn!”

“AA, no.”

“Sollux, you promised!”

Your matesprit is looking utterly betrayed. It’s the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. “AA, when you said you wanted to try roleplay, I thought you meant–”

“Something entirely different, right?” You beam at him. He makes the cutest affronted noise. “Don’t give me that look, I know what you get up to with Eridan!”

“Oh, my god.” Annnnnd now he’s blushing. What a cutie. He’s still clutching the dice, though, as pissy as he might seem, and his attempt at a death glare is somewhat spoiled by the way the tips of his ears have turned bright yellow. “AA, I’m fucking serious.”

The lisp does him several favors, one of which is making him absolutely adorable when he tries to be mad about things like this. In your opinion, non-fatal FLARPing would be a great deal more fun, but in deference to Sollux’s anti-“IRL” tendencies, you’ve settled for Troll Dungeons and Dragons.

You smile. He glares.

The carefully hand-drawn map is still spread out in front of you, with little decorated pieces for each of the characters and NPCs, and you wave a hand over it, like a magician announcing a trick. “Like I said, Sollux! Roll for initiative!”

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fef/m (sunglasses emoji)

M. When it rains/snows/storms.

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He steals kisses when he’s sure you’re asleep, like he doesn’t know how freely you’d give them to him if he only asked. That’s always been the problem, with him, with you, with the both of you. Neither of you think to ask. Neither of you do anything but assume.

But it’s storming, storming bad, and the marks are still shining silvery on your skin, in a way that makes you remember what’s little more than a distant dream for him.

(fire. light. lightning and burning and pain–)

You stumble out of the water, soaked and gasping, panic in every inch of you, as you stagger to his hive–

–and he’s waiting, waiting and ready, a towel and open arms and you ignore the first and dive into the second, pressing him into a kiss he didn’t have to steal and never needed to ask for–

–it’s different, when it storms, and he catches you up and holds you so close you think he’s scared you’ll fall to pieces.

(and maybe you would, wouldn’t you, if he didn’t have you here and now and always)

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I’m kind of in an Eh mood, so it’s FIVE MINUTE FIC REQUEST TIME. Send me a song, a picture, a line, etc., I’ll write something for it for five minutes

note: you CAN send in shit from random fandoms but if I don’t know anything about the fandom you might be out of luck

also feel free to ask what fandoms I’m in I forget what I like whenever I try to list it