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(Superman Volume 6 #21)
Oh no, He's gonna suck your blood 🩸
Showtime (Imp Strife Mix) vs Trepidation
Which is the better Homestuck track?
Showtime (Imp Strife Mix)
Trepidation
Showtime (Imp Strife Mix) From Homestuck Vol. 1 By Buzinkai and Curt Blakeslee Propaganda: "A more gamey remix of one of the earliest songs we see, setting the tone very well for the future."
Trepidation From Homestuck Vol. 9 By Svix Propaganda: None submitted
just a little blood lust
I’m not wearing my usual lipstick
I thought maybe we would kiss tonight
Baby, will you kiss me already
And toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart
Trepidation
(Thomas Hewitt x GN Reader)
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In which you learn the difference between the men in the house.
Chapter Two
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Chapter One
You’ve never seen such a large man, maybe one as tall, but never one with such broad shoulders and meaty arms. Even his legs held a girth to them that made other men look like boys. Never would you have ever thought that you would find your way across a man so large, but here you stood, eyes staring directly at what you could only describe as a giant.
“This is my youngest boy, Thomas.” Luda Mae, who had finally given you her name when you had woken earlier, spoke with an eager tone. There was an excited edge in her voice as if she was expecting something to happen.
You gave a nod and only continued to let your eyes search over the bewilderment of a man. Your eyes eventually made it to intense ones, their blue color set aflame with emotions you failed to recognize. Entranced you were in those pools of blue, unable to snap away from them, even when your brain wanted to observe the mask hiding Thomas’s face. The leather accessory confused you but stood second of interest when it came to his stare.
His eyes were deep, riddled with emotions you couldn’t pinpoint. Shades of blue swam about the iris, surrounding two pupils that shifted ever so slightly when he moved from one eye to the other. You felt small under his observing gaze, almost nervous as his own eyes searched for your own. You could practically feel his eyes scanning your body, tangible it was to your anxious mind.
When his eyes met yours again, they still held that same intensity but had softened around the edges. Pity and empathy began to flood his eyes, two emotions you could understand.
A sharp cough from the woman shocked you out of your stare, pulling your attention away from Thomas, and causing you to look over at the sound’s source.
With a giddy smile, Luda made her way up to you and placed a hand on your arm. “Now, Thomas will be showing you to you for the night. We’ll talk about your situation tomorrow, once you’ve gotten some restful sleep in your system…Tommy.” Luda had pulled you over to the man, her other reaching out and grabbing his arm as well. She pulled the two of you close enough for an awkward tone to settle down before pushing you out into the hallway.
“Dinner will be served ten after.” Luda called out as she disappeared into the kitchen, where she had dragged you off to only ten minutes earlier.
When you had awoken earlier for the second time, Luda had greeted you with a warm smile and a glass of water. She ordered you to drink it, which you quickly complied to, downing the whole glass in less than a second. The water had felt nice on your throat, which was far less irritated than before, thanks to the elongated nap you had indulged yourself on.
Luda had then ordered you to the kitchen, where she took a cool rag to your face, gently cleaning the skin. After that was when Thomas came in.
Looking over at Thomas, you gave a nervous smile, not sure of what to do. Thomas simply gave a grunt in response and began walking down the hallway. For a second, you stood there, eyes captivated by the back muscles that poked through the thin fabric of his shirt. Shaking your head, you didn’t waste a second longer to chase after him.
The two of you walked in silence until you reached a door, one that Thomas so kindly opened for you. You walked through the door, turned around, and thanked Thomas for his help. He gave a slight nod and left, closing the door behind him. Alone, in a house you didn’t know, you stood awkwardly in the threshold of the room.
Having turned around, your eyes scanned the room, the dust just as thick here as it was everywhere else. There was a small bed tucked in the corner, its bed sheets fraying at the end, the thin material apparent to you even from a distance. A dingy side table stood next to the bed, its legs bellowed and scratched. Atop of this end table set a lamp, one so shrewd it served more as an eyesoar rather than a light piece. Pictures with broken glass frames were hung upon the wall, as well as bookshelves filled with odd trinkets. A chair sat diagonal from the bed, a beaten dresser opposite, and a rug adjacent.
You walked further into the room, slowly making your way about the room. You observed the odds and ends that littered the shelves, picking some up for further observance. You walked over to the bed and pinched the sheet between your fingers, it practically felt like nothing. You opened the dresser, scanning through all the random garments that filled the drawers.
For a while, you went about the room and observed everything, taking it all in, the charm and all. That was until a knock rang through the room. You turned to the door and opened it, your eyes meeting those lovely blue ones from earlier.
“Dinner, already?” You asked, to which Thomas nodded.
You smiled and walked out of the room, letting Thomas close the door behind you. You waited patiently till he was ready to go, allowing him to lead the way.
As you walked, you noticed the paintings on the wall out here were similar to those back in your room. They were faded from the outside in, lined in a poor wooden frame. The colors, once bright and full of life, had long since turned to a dull and murky tone. The pictures saddened you, pressing a weight on your shoulder, a weight that wasn’t meant for you. However, you sympathized with these people, with these conditions in which you assumed they were stuck in.
You had only been here a day, only awake a few hours, but you’ve already built an opinion around the owners of this troubled house. Victims were to a dark world, a planet that sucked the life from their house as it had done to them. This was evident through the features in which Luda wore, in the eyes Thomas watched with.
Dark eyebags, thick and sagging, hung from Luda’s eyes, encapsulating the troubles she’s persevered through, the hardships she’s fought through. A mask, hiding all features of the face, held snug against the face, screamed a truth so loud it was hard for you to miss it. Thomas’s mask, the one he’s worn the entire time you’ve been here, tells you exactly how people have treated these two, beaten them down till they were both just another sunken house along the dry countryside.
A low grunt from Thomas alerted you that you were at your destination, allowing you to stop before running into his immovable stance. You gave him a smile and a small, “thank you,” before entering the kitchen. You could hear Thomas walk away after that, his loud steps slowly getting quieter until they disappeared.
Luda frantically mixing a pot while trying to chop an onion at the same time met your eyes. Rolling your sleeves up, you quickly washed your hands in the sink. “What can I do to help?” You asked.
Luda turned to you with a thankful smile. “I normally wouldn’t allow this but could you finish chopping this onion. I need it for the stew.” She replied, laying the knife on the counter and tending to the stew.
You quickly got to work finishing the onion and dropping it into the stew at Luda’s command. You then helped her set the table and start the kitchen cleanup.
Soon after that dinner was served and you were seated next to Thomas. Luda had sat you there but you didn’t mind. Thomas’s legs took up a lot of space under the table, however, you were more inclined to small spaces so you had no issue with it. He did hit his knee against the table a lot, a fact that scared you a bit the first few times it happened.
“So who do we have here? A new play toy for our dear ol Tommy?” A man in a sheriff's uniform asked, his voice loud and egotistical.
You felt your stomach turn at his words, already hating this man’s gut.
“They’re a visitor and would you mind your mouth.” Luda responded with a sharp tongue, a warning. For what? You didn't know.
A chill slipped up your spine, your eyes moving over to notice the Sheriff raking his eyes over you in a perverted way. You cringed at his stare, shrinking down in your seat. You averted your eyes and wished for him to do the same. You did not like the way he looked at you as if you were the meal being served, it frightened you in ways you’ve never thought you would be frightened in.
After a moment, the Sheriff spoke, eyes still glued to you. “A visitor? From where? What are you doing down here in this stretch of Texas? A fine youngin’ like yourself should be somewhere off in California or a rich man’s bed.” The Sheriff laughed at his own comment, a shrewd and grotesque laugh. The sound sent chills down your spine, alerting all of your senses to stay on guard.
Luda slapped the man on the arm. “Would you stop that, Charlie. This is no way to speak at a dinner table, especially when there are guests around.”
His eyes finally left and he turned to argue with Luda but you turned them out. You felt as if your skin was shifting along your body, clenching and unclenching in uncomfortable pinches. Your ears felt itchy and your eyes burned. Your stomach growled in illness, protesting food as your body physically cringed.
You did not like this Charlie character.
A gentle tap on your foot dragged you out of yourself. You looked over in the direction and was met with Thomas’s stare, sympathy filling his eyes once more. He reached his hand out towards your bowl and nudged it towards you. You stared down at the liquid inside the bowl before returning your eyes to his. A small smile spread across your lips.
Thomas blinked and continued eating his own food.
Picking up your own spoon, you slowly ate your own, not even paying attention to the flavor. Your mind was occupied with the interaction you just had with Thomas, the difference between his stare and the Sheriff’s.
A thud came from the end of the table as a chair hit the ground, Charlie making his exit in an angered haste. You watched the man leave before looking over at Luda, worry building in your throat.
She glared at where the man had once stood before refreshing her expression and turning towards you. “I’m sorry, dear. Would you like to finish your dinner, Tommy will bring you back to your room after. I’ve got to go.” You gave a firm nod to her words.
She turned to Tommy and spoke, “Could you show Y/N to their room once they’ve finished. I’ve got to go feed Monty.”
Thomas gave his own affirmative and Luda left. Now, it was only Thomas and you in the dining room, alone.
Awkwardly, you finished eating, not really knowing what to say or if you should even speak after all that. You decided not to say anything at all and just hurry up in finishing your food.
When you took your last bite, Tommy stood from the table, you followed suit. He gave a huff and walked away, you right behind him. The walk was faster, shorter than it was before. You had arrived at your door all too soon, wanting to spend more time with the giant of a man. He was a puzzle to you, one you wanted to solve and befriend.
“Thank you for taking me to my room. Have a good night, Thomas.” You spoke with a soft tone, keeping your voice down.
Thomas paused for a moment before giving a short grunt, turning and walking away. You watched him descend the stairs before entering the room.
Upon entry you made your way to the bed and laid down on it, not even trying to cover yourself with the sheets. Your body was so tired that it didn’t bother you how old the bed seemed, it was a bed and you needed a place to sleep. Despite the stiffness of the bed, you fell asleep quickly, slipping into unconsciousness with a wanted ease.
The night would go by quickly, leading into the following morning where you were greeted by a knock at the door.
Slowly, you made your way out of bed and over to the door, opening it to reveal Thomas. He took one look at you before heading into the room, walking over to the dresser, and taking a dress from within. He came back and handed it to you, clearly wanting you to change.
He stepped outside and closed the door, allowing you to change in privacy. You changed quickly and headed out of the room, meeting up with Tommy who stood outside the door.
This time, instead of leading you to the kitchen, he brought you to the living room where Luda was seated on the couch with a warm smile. Patting the seat next to you, she motioned you to come over. You thanked Thomas before heading over and taking a seat along the worn couch.
“So, dear, let’s talk about your stay here and how you came about in such a rough condition.”
Her words were simple, words you were expecting, but you still felt your heart drop. You weren’t ready, not at all.
“Shit.”
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Part 2/11
you think too hard you get evil spirit in cranium
Trepidation
Through the menacing bars on her prison window
She stares into the void. Only darkness stands before her.
No lamps are lit here, in the kingdom of defeats.
She looks for the son that lives across the smirking, dancing river
He lives. For now.
The only light across the valley is of soldiers marching,
Bearing the torch of murder.
Does he remember?
Probably not.
Shall he return?
She shudders.
How dare she bid him back when death is all that awaits!
At his birth, they said he was the end of despair. Is he?
Is he truly the tide to drown them all?
Or just a sponge to take and take
Until nothing remains anymore?
