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dust 'em off (put 'em back on the shelf) by activatingAggro (pigeonfancier)
Fandoms: Homestuck
14 Nov 2018
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“Aren't you worried? About this whole -” No one can hear you in this hivestem! The walls are thick and old, there are no mind-readers who’d bother snooping on you hatched-and-raised progamites, and there’s no bugs in the place to drop words. Still, just in case Raphae goes snooping, he’s always been worse at memories than he is words. You cup your hands together, pooling aura between them, and then yank them apart.
Pink showers down around the room, dripping like snowflakes. “Plan,” you say, when one lands on Iphige’s nose. “Y’know! Because folks are going to die. And I don’t care, obviously, but you -” She’s supposed to be better than you, you want to say, but you don’t. It’s true! The both of you know it. As far as morals go - lines in the sand - she’s always been so much better at figuring out when it’s not worth the effort to keep trying.
In Temasek, psionics are plucked off of the street and raised by the Empire. ID wants out of his program and away from his matesprit. The dramatics of “blowing up your apartment building and faking your death” just happens to be a plus.
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“And what is your problem?” he demands. “Being her auspistice doesn’t make you her keeper. She has a lusus, Iconic. She doesn’t need a second one. And she has a moirail. We always sleep in the same recuperacoon.” Frustration leaks in. “I’m not going to wake her up. For heaven’s sake, I’m her moirail. I think I’m a lttle more concerned about that then you.”
“But you’re such a bad one, pupa.” His eyes widen. Then he flushes, red flaring fire-bright in his cheeks. “Oh, sorry,” you laugh, “do you prefer me not using that, either? Sugargrub. Sweethorns. Fourprongs, how’s that –”
“I don’t see how you can judge bad moirails, considering yours is going into the helmsblock.” A beat.
“Or is that your preference?” he says, prim. “I know how your.. religion views such things.”
ID objects to Pheres and Sipara's moirallegience. Pheres objects to everything fucking else.
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“There’s only three stages.” If Raphae layered his patience on any thicker, you’d drown in it. You wish you could. “You shouldn’t have pushed that far at all.” His eyes soften. “You could’ve hurt yourself. You - god, ID, what were you thinking?”
His fingers brush your cheek, and bile rises in your throat. When you pull away, he exhales, shoulders slumping, but he doesn’t follow.
You take another sip of tea. You can’t get angry. You won’t get angry. And if your voice goes dry, that’s not the sort of thing that draws more then a buzz of discontent from your pan. They can make you mild! They can’t make you pleasant, no matter how much they try.
“I was thinking, darling, that it’d make a good show -”
“You tortured them,” Raphae says, flat, and his eyes aren’t nearly so soft, now.
Thank the gods. The way he’s looking at you is so much better than before. Anything’s better than that, so you smile at him, crooked and lazy, so he can see the green on your teeth. “But the crowd loved it, didn’t they?”
Comballet is a bloody sport, but it doesn't usually involve torture. ID brings it to the next level, but his matesprit has some objections.
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She nods, brisk, and then slips into that tone you’re used to hearing from her testing: the slight drone that sets the base of your horns to itching as her powers kick in. “Amplification ports were developed in the sixteenth cohort cycle of our empress’s reign,” she recites, “as a tool to aid in the development of her Dreaded Condescensions’ newly fledged fleet. The first institution to use them formally was the Imperial Dreadnought Core: soon afterwards, they became standard in the Imperial Education Program, before spreading throughout the remainder of the empire’s government.”
She blinks. Switches tracks. “Tonight,” she says, eyes shining faintly with gold, “they are common amongst the upper cohorts, but high prices and the lack of availability makes them rare in the leading cycle. Amplification ports are primarily found in members of early Ascension programs, such as the IEP, IPC, PSC, RFP and MANTRA, and the installation of flight-accessible ports in pre-Ascension citizens is illegal under statute 78.C.23-A, without the prior filing of permission and a signed referral stating intent of use by a fleet official of at least ranking 8-A-C.”
At 6 sweeps, Riccin tries to figure out the politics of helming.
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It’s not that you’re completely unaware of pailing videos, really. You’d been eight sweeps old when you had been herded in to one of the media blocks in the academy with the rest of the recruits your age to watch the Imperial schoolfeeds on the subject, the same sort of thing that all young trolls were imperially mandated to watch. But those had been formal affairs, clinical in their approach to the changes that maturity brought to trolls and what would be expected of all of you when the time came for you to submit your pails to the drones. You’d been embarrassed then, sitting with all the other mortified wrigglers and hoping that above all else, you wouldn’t have a test on what you had just watched after it was done.
This was something else. The video starts as tame as you think such a video can, the first actor fighting with his co-star. It’s clearly staged of course, nowhere as brutal as a fight between two members of royalty can get. The focus isn’t on brutality, it’s on the two trolls as they touch, fingers digging into flesh as one gets pinned before they fight their way out.
This is just pure, unapologetic smut brought on by reading too much fanfic. Sometimes you just need to get it out.
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01 Jan 2019
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In which ID's neuroticism spurs character development. Y-YAY?