Apr 6, 2016
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Technically update art? From a million years ago at least! Will shade later, ahaha.
I WROTE YOU BIRTHDAY SCOURGECEST FLUFF OKAY BYE
It was a lovely, clear night. Crickets were humming, an owl called from the distant woods, and a calm summer breeze wafted through the clearing, tickling the circle of up-late campers and making the campfire flames dance. Tongues of fire reached for the sky, and all else was silent.
The last word spoken had been an issue to ghost stories. The speaker of the last crack had since curled into a ball, hugging her legs tight to her chest.
“Ghost stories sound fun,” another camper nodded. “Why don’t you go first, Aradia? It was your idea, after all.”
“I’m not particularly good at telling stories,” the girl responded, looking away with a smirk into the woods. “I may be able to remember one if I were to have some more time.”
“Sounds fine by me,” chuckled another girl. “I have a fantastic one. It’ll scare all y’all into next week.”
“Vriska, you always go first,” muttered a boy from across the fire pit. “Let someone else have a turn.”
“What’s wrong with always going first though? Might as well get the best story out into the crowd before everyone gets tired of this snoozefest and leaves,” Vriska rolled her eyes. “I’ll go first.”
“Well, well, well,” a voice came from behind her. “Out of bed after hours? This ought to go by well with the camp director.”
“Uh oh,” someone muttered.
“Who’s in charge of this little felony?”
A petite girl with shoddily-dyed red hair stepped out into full view. She gave a big smile.
“As a matter of fact, Pyrope,” Vriska pivoted on her heels. She stood nearly half a foot over their new visitor, at whom she looked down at with a frown. “I’m in charge. But what’re you gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna join you, of course.” The girl plopped down upon a sitting log across the fire from Vriska, cross-legged. “My name’s Terezi, for those of you who didn’t know.”
“I’m sure they all know who you are,” Vriska smirked. “You’re pretty infamous around here for reporting rule-breakers.”
“That I am,” Terezi chuckled. “Something I pride myself upon. Bringing about the demise of the unruly and wicked.”
“Ha.”
“You said you had a story? I didn’t come here for idle chatter, you know.”
“I have the best story.”
“Tell it, Serket.”
“Fine.”
Everyone else was utterly silent, and those whose eyes were moments before darting in-between the two girls, keeping in time with their conversation drew their attentions to the tall blonde. She cleared her throat.
“Long ago, there was an old camp by an old lake, much like this one,” Vriska began, making broad, sweeping gestures to assist her.
Terezi yawned, which was promptly greeted with a glare from the storyteller.
“There were rumours that this lake was haunted by a malevolent spirit, the supposedly long-since departed Marquise of a massive army of ships, famous for plundering every treasure there possibly could be in every sea they had sailed.”
A few of the other teenagers surrounding the campfire passed around marshmallows.
“The army eventually depleated, and the sole ship remaining of the once vast militia belonged to the Marquise herself. This lake, was in a very strange place. It crossed the bounds of two seas at the time; the Atlantic and Pacific,” Vriska continued.
“So it was in southern Mexico, then,” the boy from before commented.
“It was a long time ago,” she dismissed him. “Anyway, the Marquise was always one for gambling. Even at the cost of her own ship, as well as her life and all of her treasure.
“She took the gamble like a fish taking bait, and began to make her way through the deepest part of the lake. But, it was still too shallow for a path. The ship was ripped apart by rocks and filled with leaks, with the Marquise still trapped inside.
“The shipwreck, over time, became a grand and craggy old rock, filled with caves, spiders, and tidepools full of lake fish, as well as a massive hoard of treasure, more than one could ever spend in their life! The campers heard of these riches and one day set out to find the haunted heart of the stone shipwreck.
“They found it.”
Even the muffled sounds of chewing fell silent, and everyone was looking up with wide eyes.
“But. Finding the treasure came with a price. Touching even a single piece of the Marquise’s gold would put you and everyone you have ever known, know and will ever know under a curse. The campers on the expedition couldn’t find their way back out of the cave systems, no matter how hard they tried. And, eventually, they had grown hungry. Thirsty. The tormented souls of ancient deckhands began to whisper to them, until it drove them mad.
“Every camper perished, before many of them did though they were driven to insanity and resorted to cannibalism.”
A few shudders and mutters of disgust were heard. Vriska muffled a laugh.
“The vengeful spirit of the Marquise has never been settled since then, and nobody ever discovered the tragedy of the lakeside camp. Some say you can still hear the moans of the dead campers.”
The owl hooted once more, causing tiny shrieks of alarm from half of the group. Vriska looked across the fire at Terezi, who was slowly clapping.
“Nice story, Serket,” She grinned. “But I’ve heard better.”
“What??” Vriska cried. “No you haven’t. Top it. If you can.”
“I can, and I will,” Terezi chuckled.
“Good luck.”
“Don’t need it.”
“Nyeh.”
“I am unfazed by your lame nyehs.”
“Shut up and tell your piece, Redglare.”
Terezi gave a quick eyebrow raise.
“I’m the one waiting for silence, Mindfang.”
Vriska smirked and gestured for her to continue.
“Ahem. I’m sure all, or most of you are familiar with the common court room?” Terezi began. “Well, that doesn’t look at all like the setting of this particular story. Close your eyes, and imagine this. The ceiling is high, the walls are setting stone, and the floor is polished marble, clean as an operating room.
“There once existed a Neophyte lawyer. What she did for a living was convict and execute, one by one ridding the world of evil. Or so everyone thought.”
Her voice’s pitch raised and lowered with every phrase, adding to the dramatic tension.
“In reality, the Neophyte had ulteriors.”
“What’s new?” Vriska muttered.
“Silence, Mindfang.”
She shrugged and leaned up against a tree.
“Nobody knew these motives but the Neophyte herself. But her passion was in the sound the hanging gallows made when they snapped a neck. It was a cruel noise, but it was music to her ears.
“She would put millions of innocent citizens under the hammer, using her skills to convince the judge and jury that they were indeed, guilty of crimes punishable by death by hanging.
“One day, and nobody knows why, she hung herself in the stead of a new victim. When her crimes against humanity were finally unearthed years later, people begun to suspect why she would stop her rampage. Some say that she was afraid of being caught, which is entirely possible. But that was not the case.
“The court that housed the gallows was never used again, for people who entered the room would have fits of crying and screaming, saying in between tortured wails, that they could hear the voices and feel the touch of all those who the Neophyte brought to their doom for her own satisfaction,” she finished. Everyone looked at Terezi with wide eyes.
“Wait…“ a boy began to say. “Describe the room again?”
Terezi cackled.
“High ceilings, setting stone walls and polished marble floor,” she explained. “Some say that they built something over it.”
“That sounds like the camp director’s office…” the boy muttered.
“Big deal,” Vriska shrugged. “So there’s some similarities. Big whoop.”
“It’s true! I even have photos of the hanged Neophyte.”
“Photoshop.”
“I don’t have Photoshop.”
“Do you have proof?”
“My computer is back in Michigan. But, I am under a self-instated oath of honesty.”
“Oh, are you now?”
Terezi chuckled.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
“How can I tell you’re not lying about being completely honest, then?”
“Well played, Serket. But that happens to be one thing left to trust. Do you trust me, Vriska?”
“Not at all.”
“How can I make you trust me, then?”
Vriska blinked. Terezi stared up at her with a smug grin, balancing on the balls of her feet on the ground within a foot in front of her.
“That’ll be difficult. I don’t trust many people,” she crossed her arms.
“And I rarely allow people to trust me. It makes it hard to upset them.”
“Well then, it seems we have reached an impasse, Redglare.”
“Nice nickname, by the way.”
“What, Redglare?”
“Yeah. Playing on the shades I assume? Nice.”
“Thank you. What about Mindfang?”
“What about it?” Terezi cocked her head.
“Where did that come from?”
“You’ve managed to make your mark on my thoughts,” she replied, turning around and beginning to walk away. Vriska could feel her face heating up with a wide array of different emotions. Frustration, definitely. Embarrassment? Most likely. Awe? She refused to believe that was there. There was one other though. Could it…
“I’ve also heard the pirate story before. The Marquise’s name was Mindfang, was it not?” Terezi looked back over her shoulder and removed the infamous red shades, revealing electric teal eyes.
“Yes, it was.”
“I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” she called back, making her way over to Cabin Seven. “See you in the morning, Vriska!”
“I hope you dream of cannibalism,” Vriska shouted after her.
“And you murderous law officers!”
(scree happy birthday aleaha 8D)
(edit: oh my god this is perfect you're perfect i love it i love you ofmg fg omfg omfg <3 <3 thank you so much!!!!!!)
(i'm gonna tag this so other s can read it)
So, I was on Goggles today... It got worse later...
Confession to the Blind
{A/N}: If you don't like yuri then do NOT read this fanfiction!! Also I will not make them talk with their quirk and sometimes they'll be out of character!!!
One day Vriska decided to tell her blind friend what she has been suppressing for years or months she didn't know how long since other things made her forget the date.
She decided to tell Terezi first before she went to her hive, so she pulled up Trollian
{arachnidsGrip}AG started trolling {gallowsCalibrator}GC
AG: Heeeeeeeey Pyrope, can I come over I need to talk to you...
GC: SUR3 VR1SK4, 1'LL 'S33' YOU H3R3 H3H3H3H3H3 >:)
AG: ::::)
{arachnidsGrip}AG stopped trolling {gallowsCalibrator}GC
Terezi got up from her computer and sniffed around for her cane, when she found it she started to poke around to see if there was a mess but when she was sure it was cleaned, she sat down on her couch and took out a piece of chalk and started nibbling on it.
She thought of what Vriska might want to talk about but she decided she might as well wait and 'see' or smell, she laughed at that thought and started eating more of the red chalk.
Vriska grabbed her gray jacket and pulled it on she had a smile on her face because she thought Terezi was going to say no about her going over to her hive but she seemed fine about it.
She ran out the door and she walked quickly not wanting to be slow and waste her time walking to Terezi's hive. The wind blew a bit coldly but she can stand it.
-At Terezi's Hive-
Terezi heard knocking at the door, she got up with the red chalk hanging from her mouth like a cigarette and she smiled knowing who it was standing behind the door and she used her cane to walk towards the door, and she opened it her smile growing wider and she sniffed.
"Hey Vriska!! Why don't you come in?! Hehehehehe!!!" she cackled and stepped out of the way and walked towards the couch, cane leading the way and she sat down and she pulled out the red chalk and ate a little more of it.
"Hey Pyrope...Thanks for letting me come." Vriska said walking in and closing the door behind her and she followed Terezi toward the couch, she sat looking at the blind girl with a light blush on her face.
"Your welcome!! And it smells like a bit of blueberries..." Terezi said sniffing the air and Vriska's eyes widened a little the blush burning brighter.
"Are you blushing, Vriska?! Hehehehe!!!" Terezi cackled looking towards where she heard Vriska's voice
"No I'm not Pyrope!!" she yelled but then she remembered why she came here in the first place "I have to tell you something...Terezi" she decided to use her first name to tell her.
Terezi's eyes widened, did Vriska just use her first name?
"Yeah your blushing hehehehe!! So what do you want to tell me Vriska?" she said laughing then seriously
"Well I..." Vriska paused and Terezi put her legs up on Vriska's lap, then there was a long pause because Vriska didn't want to say it because of her pride, so she stared at Terezi's legs in her lap and she considered to tell Terezi, so she let down her pride just for this time because how about if it was her last to tell Terezi before someone else told her what she wanted to say?
"Terezi, I love you..." Vriska's face went darker than possible and she looked towards Terezi, a medium teal blush spreading across her face.
Terezi was speechless but then she finally came out with something "Y-your lying Vriska..."
"No I'm not Terezi why would I lie about something like this?" she said raising an eyebrow
"I love you too..." Terezi said blushing more "I just kept lying to myself."
"I've loved you ever since Terezi...I just kept saying it would pass, but it never did" Vriska said smiling a little and said "I'm glad it never did..."
"So this means were matesprits?! Hehehe!!!" Terezi said excitedly
"Yes it does, but..." Vriska got up and moved Terezi's legs and placed them on the couch, and she got on top of her.
Vriska took Terezi's red shades and slipped her own on top of her head, and placed the red shades on, she leaned down and gave Terezi a long passionate kiss.
She pulled away "This seals it." she smirked and Terezi laughed and stole another kiss.
The End
{A/N}: This is my first one-shot I hope you like it!! People don't write much VriskaXTerezi so I decided to write one cause it's my OTP. I listened to this song when I was typing this http://youtu.be/Xr81s9Oy7QQ :0)
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