#(I did already fall asleep once or twice cuz I am still sick)

[kirby-the-gorb]

[arthurflecksgirl]

Artie falls in love with you / Arthur Fleck short story

Disclaimer: Suicidal thoughts, sex, drunk Arthur, romantic, sweet

“How...how many kisses?“

Arthur was lying on the couch, burying his face in the pillow. The two of you went out on a date for the third time today and you were truly in love with him.

“Just tell me sweetheart, how many?“ He mumbled. The couple glasses of wine werent a good idea considering that he was on his medication and was never really drunk before. You felt kinda bad about his condition right now. But you really tried to get him out of his apartment and did choose a good restaurant to finally get him to eat something. He never ate propery and looked kinda starved. Also a side effect of his meds. You felt good, watching him eating half a plate today, so you ordered some wine,too.

You kneed in front of the couch to made sure he's comfortable, petting his soft, sweaty curls “What do you mean?“

He smirked at you “How many smoochies will I get from you tonight?“ His face lighted up looking at you. His childlike grin made your knees weak every time.

You kept on playin with his hair “Many,Arthur.“

“But how much?“

He tried to get up and kiss you on the cheek, making kissing noises and almost fell from the couch “Oooops“ he buried his face in your neck “I almost fell. Good thing I fell in your arms,huh?“ His breath felt hot against your skin. The smell of his hair felt like home. “Yeah Arthur, I'm afraid you're a bit drunk.“

Arthurs smile grew even more “I'm not drunk. I just love you so much and need to know how many?“ A sloppy kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Countless,Artie.“

He sunk back into his pillow “Wow, thats a lot!“

You took the blankets and covered him with it “Just try to get some sleep,okay? You will get all the kisses when you're sober again“.

He crawled up under the sheets, his beautiful face lookin slightly weathered. “Hey (YN) wanna hear a Joke? “

“Sure“

“So this man comes into an libary“ he chuckles in his pillow already.

"...and asks for a book on how to commit suicide.

And the libarian said  Fuck off, you won`t bring it back"

He can`t help but laugh about his own joke. His dark homor said more about himself than you wanted to admit but you were very drawn to his view of things. He always seemed to feel everything with an intensivity you have never seen on someone else before. Eighter if he was happy or sad. When you met him he told you he never felt happy in his whole life but you felt like it changed dramatically since you dated. Knowing that he was all alone by himself, expect from living with his mother his whole life still breaks your heart. Never have you met someone more caring. He loves to make late night conversations while cuddeling up under the blankets, about everything that was going on in his head. Sometimes he had troubles explaining what he was trying to say but you loved his way of observing things around him. He payed attention wo every datail. You admired him, which he couldnt understand. He loved to be seen and he loved that you listened to him carefully. But he still wasnt sure why you loved him so much. You guess he wasnt used to this kind of attantion.

"Thats a good one,Arthur!"

He was getting sleepy "Yeah... you know what (YN) there are many more jokes in my journal, you know? I want you to read it. "

"The jokes?"

"The whole thing"

His eyes got heavier now.

"There are not only jokes in it" his eyes tried to focus on you "I was writing about you,too.I want you to read it"

Your hand slit under the blanket to caress his chest "About me? Really?"

"Yeah" the scar on his upper lip liftet when he did that smirk and it always made you blush. He even managed to make you blush while lying drunk on the couch. You felt kinda bad by getting turned on seeing him in this condition.

"I dont know Arthur, I feel like this is kinda personal. I dont want to disturb your privacy by reading your journal.

"Just do it!"

"Artie, you`re drunk. What if you dont want me to read it anymore in the morning?"

He was leaning  over to give you sloppy kisses again "Thats why I want you to read it now." He was pointing his finger at you "Hey, wanna hear another one?"

You gave him a soft kiss on his forehead "Get some sleep, Arthur. You need to rest now"

He falls back into the pillow and falls asleep with a smile on his face.

After you made sure he fell asleep you looked at his diary. He really said he wanted you to read it. And that he wrote about you.

You werent sure if you should take a look. This felt so personal. On the other hand... You were more than curious about what he might thought of you. You just started dating and had your first kiss some days ago. He was a really good kisser. You guessed he didnt really knew what to do at first but he was so emotionally involved. He seemed to soak up every second of the moment. Like he really wanted this. He was right there in the moment with you, which you loved.After the kiss he confessed that he never was with a woman before and you think he was a bit ashamed about it. But he still wanted you to know. You didnt mind. You thought it was cute actually. And you wanted nothing more than being his first. You would love him all night. Like he deserved to be loved.

Another stare at his diary. You put my hands on the cover. Arthur Fleck case number 064823. Sure he had some problems. But you wanted the both of you  to figure them out together. You wanted to hold his hand when he was in the waiting room to attent his appointments. You still werent sure what the exact diagnose was. You didnt wanted to upset him by asking too much about it. But you knew that he took anti depressants and anti psychotics.

You opened the first page of his diary. Some jokes, really dark ones. Mostly about death.

You turned the pages. Observations about homeless people. More dark jokes. Sad thoughts about being left alone.  You didnt really read all of it cuz it still felt like you were disturbing his privacy. So you tried to find the pages which are written about you and searched for your name to pop up and there is was.

Your name was written in big, red letters that looed like lipstick. With a big smiley. Your heart jumped out of my chest when you saw it. There was something so cute about it and you imagined him drawing this the night, after you met.

You took a deep breath and started to read as your hands were shaking.

"Today I met the sweetest girl. She was new in my neighborhood and seemed to be different from all those aweful bricks here in Gotham. She has a nice smile. An authentic one. Not like my own smile, which is never authentic for so many reasons. I dont even know what a real smile is. But when I saw her , I smiled and for the first time in my entire life  it felt like a real smile.

So she had those big packages to carry and i was just standing there, staring at her and suddenly she asked me for help. I was never been asked for help before. People tend to ignore and avoid me a lot. So I was very pleased to help her with her packages. We got into an conversation and I told her a joke. And she was laughing. I love it when people laugh at my jokes. I mean, I wanna do stand up comedy so bad. I need people to think that I`m funny. And I know I am. ---smiley face---

Anyway, I felt like finally someone sees me. The next day she came up to me when I was about to get to th pharmacy and she asked me out on a date. I couldnt belive it at first. I have never been on a date before. I was kinda nerveaus. Why would a beautiful, young woman like she is go out with me?

Of course I said yes.

I was dreaming about this for so long. Maybe she could be my girlsfriend. This would be a dream come true. I already told her that I have some issues, because she asked me why I was going to the city and I didnt thought twice and told her I have to buy my anti psychotics. I know that this wasnt a good move but it seems like it didnt scare her away. Well, she doesnt know how bad it really is by now.

I really hope that this time she is real and I`m not having visions or daydreams again.

Sometimes its hard to tell.

Some days I even think the meds make it even worse. But at the same time I am afraid to go off my meds. I did it once and I did some bad shit. I even ended up in Arkham for a very long time. Which wasnt that bad really.

Sometimes I think I felt better when I was locked up.

Not being able to leave my room, being with my thoughts all day, drifting away in daydreams gives me comfort. Its like ignoring the cold, dark world outside. The world doesnt care about me anyway. So why should I? The sad thing is, I still do care. I thought about ending my own life so amny times. Almost every day. But I never really tried it. Its just a game I play with myself.

How long? How long until it is not a game anymore?

How long till I have the guts to do it?

Oh man, I`m drifting away again. I wanted to talk about the GIRL!!!

She`s gorgeous. Just gorgeous.

I wish I could kiss her. I`m 35 and I hadnt had my first kiss yet. Its TIME!

I tried it once with this girls from scool i was in love with but I got so nerveaus that I started to laugh at her face and she thought I was laughing at her. Yeah well... she ended up punching me in the face and I never tried it ever since.

But I dreamed about it a lot. How would it feel to have someones lips pressed against yours? Softly and intense. To taste someones tongue in your mouth, to just melt into each other.I would never stop. I feel like a kiss is a connection on a higher level and I really wanna experience it with someone.

I got some other fantasies,too.

They`re pretty dirty and I dont feel like I can talk about them right now.

So i`m gonna quit writing for today and hope that the girl isnt already sick of me.

You turned the page and took a look at Arthur. He was humming in his sleep. Looking peaceful. All the words in his diary overwhelmed you up to a point where you didnt know what to think anymore. You hoped he enjoyed his first kiss. You really hoped your kiss was worth the wait.

The next page was just black scribbles all over the pages. Little drawings of people and cats. A lot of cats.

The next page was written on again.

"Today I woke up and wanted to die. I don`t even know why. It was just a gut feeling. I was miserable andthe darkness was caving in on me. But then I thought about the girls I just met and that she really seemed to like me. So I decited not to kill myself. Not today."

You thought about putting the diary aside. This was a lil too much for you. You didnt knew he was in such a dark place mentally. You were kinda scared but  couldnt stop reading eighter.

"So...I remembered her kiss, my first kiss and this memory was so strong. I am sure it wasnt just imagined. This time I am sure it was real. It has to be. I wanted to distract myself from suicidal thoughts and started to touch myself while thinking of her. Maybe I should write her a love letter. Or bring her flowers. Or both. I think I`ll do both. Anyway, I touched myself while thinking about sleeping with her and I finally felt something again. I tried so many times but my meds wouldnt let me cum. It barely happens. Thinking about her kiss, her hands in my hair, on my thights, between my legs.... and her sweet voice on my ear helped me a lot. I felt passion and  love and  I came so hard, you wouldnt even wanna know. I hope Penny was asleep and didnt noticed anything. This would be embarrassing as hell. I surely made some noises.

I imagined that I took her hand and made her dance all through the living room to Frank Sinatra songs and we got closer and kissed. She told me how much she loved me and how much she wanted me. I held her face in my hands and kissed her so hard, all my make up smeared up on her beautiful face. I am always wearing clown make up in my sexual fantasies. It makes me more confident.  

She just grabbed me and took my clothes off, threw them all over the room, threw me on the bed and covered my body with kisses. I felt loved for the first time in my life and all I wanted was to be inside her. To wear her like a coat that keeps me warm. I imagined her being on top of me, whispering in my ear how much she wants me to fuck her.  And yeah I know in reality she would have dominated me for sure. But in my imagination I just got on top of her and made love to her till she was out of breath. I could almost feel her breath in my neck, feel her sweet, soft hands all over me. It was just so real.  I wish it was real.

Could it become real some day?

My body was reacting in a way I didnt even knew was possible before.

I want to expercience it again. With even more details.

I think i wil get back to bed and try it one more time.

And afterwards I will write her a letter. Or two.

I just wish she never leaves again."

Blank page

Another blank page.

You put the diary aside and got up on the couch.

You crawled up under his blanket and felt the warmth of his tiney, fragile body which you want to hold for the rest of your life.

[im-tops-bottom]

Steve breaks up with Tony after finding out Bucky is still alive.

Steve fights everyone to save a soldier that didn't want to return. Goes against the accords. Starts an argument with Tony after Tony fixes Bucky's arm up and puts him through BARF and then proceeds to be happy and smug as he is not only reunited with returned memories winter soldier but also with the love they once shared. After everything Steve and Bucky take down Tony in Hydras Siberian bunker.

After a month of thinking Tony just went off the grid, something doesn't sit well with the rogues so they return to the compound to find that there is a search and rescue operation for Tony. Even though everyone that sided with tony are pissed at they rogues they needed more hands on deck.

They visit the Siberian bunker which was the last place they saw Tony. The find the suit there but not the man. They find a kidnapped genius in the arms of Madame Hydra who relocated in Germany.

Turns out Hydra kidnapped him so they can make a time machine to go back in time and stop Captain America from destroying Red Skull and stopping his plan.

They fight tooth and nail to get Tony back. When they do Madame Hydra activates the time machine. Tony, Bucky and Steve make a run for her and managed to stop her from entering. Bucky had thrown her across the room. Bright light surrounds everyone in the room and the next thimg the 3 know is that they have gone back to the 40s.

Tony manages to find a hideout in an old abandoned building for the 3. He knows they will be there for awhile as he needs to gather together enough parts to make a somewhat descent time machine. He tells the two to stay put amd make sure they don't run into themselves while Tony is gone. He walks out ignoring Steve calling out to him.

It only takes a week for everything to fuck up. Tony gets beaten up in an alley and is saved by a short skinny Steve and a tall not too bulky but still muscular Bucky. A day later because he refused to seek treatment and gets sick, he accidentally blurts out how he is from the future and he has their older versions hiding out in a safehouse. While in his sick state he also flirts with Bucky.

Once he wakes up and finds he's not sick anymore, he looks up to find an annoyed Winter Soldier and Steve standing at rhe foot of a makeshift bed glaring down at him while a sheepish Steve and a smug Bucky stand by the doorway.

He groans as he let's out a "please tell me I did not just flirt with James Barnes. Please tell me it's just a dream."

"no can do princess"

"how did I get here?"

"in your sickly state you walked in the rain all the way here. Almost got lost but kept saying you needed to fix a soldiers arm. We followed you to make sure you were alright. We didn't believe you then but now I can say that i am officially creeped out."

"amd why am I laying here with two grumpy super soldiers staring at me like they want nothing more than to tie me down and make sure I never leave this place?"

"give Bucky half a chance and he just might do that"

"not now Stevie"

"fuck my life"

Tony sits up and accepts a glass of water and food from the younger Bucky before staring at all 4 of them.

"okay so stars and stripes is gonna be Cap, pipsqueak's is gonna be Rogers, 4 seasons is gonna be Bucky while his flirty self is gonna be James. How is this my life right now"

It takes 2 more weeks to find out that no, not only is this a time machine but it had sent them to a different universe. One where pipsqueak is in love and dating Peggy Carter, James is a playboy, Howard lost his sons Tony and arno a year ago and they are officially fucked.

While Bucky and his Winter counterpart that sits in the back of his mind trying to figure out what makes Tony so special that Steve still wants him back even though he said that he still loves Bucky and would do anything for him, Steve is trying to keep a flirty Tony away from an equally flirty James Barnes and it's not planning out well.

Bucky sees what Steve sees throughout an entire week. Tony even when angry still treats the super soldiers with respect and makes sure that Bucky is alright while sort of keeping away from Steve. He is careful with the pipsqueak Steve and makes a special inhaler that works twice as better for his asthma and always checks in with Steve when Peggy isn't there for him. Even though the younger Bucky hasn't gone through the Trauma the winter soldier has gone through, he always treads carefully around the other man while maintaining his flirty charm. Bucky sees that no matter what bad things happen, Tony gets back up after learning his lesson amd keeps on fighting. He's caring and thoughtful and holy cow Bucky thinks he might be falling in love.

Well not might be, he definitely has and oh boy is jealousy kicking up a fuss. After a day of working he hits the showers. Once done he hears noises and goes to check it out. The corridor that leads down to a bunch od empty rooms as well as Tony's because he wants to be left alone is lit up just enough for Bucky to see that Tony amd his younger self are arguing.

"no seriously you don't want to go there with me. I'm double your age fpr crying out loud. I have baggage among baggage of problems that i don't want to get into. Seriously James just no"

"what are you afraid of? That I would do exactly what your Steve did to you? Cuz I won't. Oh don't give me that look gorgeous, i just worked my charm and talked Steve into telling me everything about you. I know hr doesn't like me but he likes you enough tp go on an excited little journey."

"shut it tall, dark and handsome. You don't wanna open that can of worms"

"oh but I do because your Steve seems so inclined on trying to keep me away from you"

"he's what?"

"everyone knew. That's why my Stevie is always around. To make sure you or me don't get hurt"

"he doesn't like me like that. He thought he did but gave it up for your winter soldier look a like."

"well since you are so sure why don't you just let me in"

"ugh god you are annoying"

Bucky clenches his hand as he watches a chuckling smirking James Barnes corner Tony against the wall. James grabs Tonys hands and pushes them above Tony's head before leaning down.

"since Steve told me to stay away from you because your his, why don't we go amd break his rules. Let me have you Tony. All of you. Fuck Steve"

Bucky feels something in him shatter as he hears Tony breathe out a "your right. Fuck Steve" before letting James lean down and kiss him. It's not until clothes are off and Tony's legs are wrapped around James' waist is when Bucky turns around and walks away. He decides to that he is gonna tell Steve his new feelings and what he saw.

The next day onwards, Bucky and Steve do whatever they can to make sure Tony and James aren't alone. They don't trust little Stevie so they still stick around when he is there as well. This annoys Tony and James to no end.

One night, after everyone goes to sleep, Tony sneaks out and heads over to Steve and James's building. God Tony loves Brooklyn. He smiles as he knocks on the door. Peggy answers it and ushers Tony inside and sends him of to James's room. As soon as enters he's pushed up and against the door. In a matter of seconds all clothes are off and Tony is being pounded into by James. They go at it, making sure they keep quiet right up until the sun comes up. The two cuddle and fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

Tony is woken up hours later by a shouting match. He sits up as he notices james isn't next to him. After a minute or two, the door slams open and Tony groans as his Steve and Bucky barge in like they own the place....okay so they technically do but that's besides the point.

"Tony get up and get dressed. We are leaving"

"okay first of all I don't take orders from you Cap. Second of all why the fuck would i follow you?"

"we tracked down your father early this morning, explained the situation and not only does he want to meet you but he has already started building the machine you so reluctantly want to build"

Tony doesn't give a flying fuck that he is naked. He hops out of bed and glares at the soldiers.

"what in the actual fuck Steve! Going behind my back once again"

"like what you did to us last night?"

"fuck you winter wonderland!"

"fun's over. Tony get your clothes on. We are leaving right now"

Tony stares at James from behind them and they have a silent conversation. Afterwards James reluctantly nods and Tony sighs. They don't even notice that Steve and Bucky have been watching.

"god i hate you so much. Fine. Im getting dressed"

"shower first and then dressed"

Tony raises a brow at his Bucky in confusion. He goes with it anyway as he wonders why the soldier said that.

"fine. Shower first and then the clothes come on. Wait for me in the kitchen"

Tony watches Steve turn around and drag both Bucky's with him before he closes the door and heads to the bathroom for a shower.

After a couple of minutes he jolts as he feels hands on his hips. He raises his head amd a brow in question.

"I told your two stalkers that i had to grab some things for my Stevie and Peggy. I jumped through the bedroom window"

Tony giggles as he turns around amd brings James down for a kiss. Things get heated in the cold shower and James ends up fucking tony against the wall. Awhile later James puts on the clothes he wore before and headed out the window.

"wait"

James held himself up on the windowsill. Tony heads over and kisses James causing both of them to smile.

James says "we know where each other stays. We'll make it work" before winking and jumping out the window.

Tony let's out a content sigh before closing the window amd getting changed. He walks out smiling as he heads to the kitchen where he makes himself some shitty coffee and something to eat, ignoring the Soldiers questioning looks. Turns out that Tony was wearing one of James shirts and smiles a bit more as he eats.

When the 3 get back to the hideout, Bucky tells Tony to get changed into his own clothes and then pack. Tony glares and in retaliation packs his clothes amd keeps James' clothes on. He stomps outside placing his stuff in the old car they managed to steal amd sits in the back while tge soldiers pack everything else up. There's not much stuff that needs to be packed but it fills the boot and either side of Tony because he decides to sit In the middle that has no seatbelts. Steve just shakes his head and rides shotgun while a pissed Bucky starts the engine.

They head to Stark Manor and Tony makes sure to stay professional but he can't because Steve tells him there is plenty of security and Bucky says that they will know if tony leaves and he isn't allowed to see James or his friends again. Tony is down right pissed off but holds it in as he meets Howard and Maria Stark. A plan formulates in his head and he hides it behind a smile as he starts chatting away. He ignores Steve and Bucky's suspicious looks in favor of trying to get Howard on to his side which is fairly easy because this one is nothing lkke his real shitty father. This Howard even apologizes on behalf of his one which is a surprise because Howard never apologized.

A month of building the machine that will get him home, Tony tells Howard to group up a couple of people that he is happy to assist witj (becaise he knows exactly who they are) amd create a super solider serum that was used for a war ("how are you guys not in the middle of a war? I guess my universe is just stupid"). He even gives him names of 2 people who would benefit from this as well.

A week later Steve and Bucky are pissed when a smug Tony drags in their younger counterparts with Howard behind them. Howard tells the soldiers what he's gonna do and how the two along with Peggy are gonna be staying in the manor. The two soldiers groan as they once again have to keep Tony away from these guys which is hard because howard requires them as he wants to study their blood and run through some questions.

The next night Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab a drink when jealousy rears it's ugly head. He looks out a large window as a giggling Tony is being chased around by an equally giggly James in the rain while Steve and Peggy chat under some shelter. He growls as he sees James Catch Tony amd start tickling him. He feels and hears Steve's growly presence as they watch James pick a squealing Tony up and spin around. After a couple of spins Tony leans down and kisses James.

Steve slams his fist onto the bench. He tells Bucky to drag them inside before they get sick and heads down to the lab to see if he can talk Howard into building their machine faster.

It takes one more month before Howard and Tony create a machine to get the 3 lost warriors home and a machine to turn alt Steve and Bucky into Super Soldiers.

Steve and Bucky have it all planned out. They knew Tony wasn't going to tell them about the machine so they asked Howard. They tell Howard and his team to test the serum first. While the younger ones are in the machines set up for them and have been activated, steve nods towards Bucky. Ignoring everyones screams of shock, Bucky activates the time/universe jumping machine amd watches as Steve throws Tony over his shoulder amd they jump through the ! machine.

They are sent back to their time and universe which is great for Steve and Bucky. Not so great for the crying and screaming Tony that's mashed between the two. They hold Tony place as he screams out how he wants to go back. They don't let him.

2 years later Tony looks up in shock as a bright light surrounds him before disappearing, leaving a smirking buffed up James Barnes. James smiles happily before staring Tony directly in the eye.

"I finally found you. I've come to bring you home"

Within those two years the two original super soldiers have had no luck trying to win over Tony. They make sure that none kf Tony's dates comes back for more. They are protect amd possessive over him.

As they head down to Tony's workshop they become jealous angry people who are yelling at Tony to get back there and stay put. They don't grab Tony in time and see red as a smirking James drags Tony through the machine.

Tony's life becomes a cat and mouse from then on. He bounces around between both universes. 2 obsessive soldiers kidnap him and bring him back to his og universe while his boyfriend saves him and takes him back to where he wants to be. It's a hard life but for him it's totally worth it

[sneezykeef]

Hi guys! This is a repost of my story “Not So Bad Like I Thought” cuz the original post was deleted with my old blog! For those who haven’t read it yet, it’s a self indulgent fic based off of Polysemy by Froldgapp. The original story is a very good read! 

 Being trapped in a cramped cell with one of her enemies was not something that Axca had anticipated. Yet, here she was, imprisoned by a race of strange looking aliens with one of the paladins of Voltron. It was the the leader of the bunch, the one who piloted the Black Lion. And Lotor’s assumption that he wasn’t the original Black Paladin was correct it seemed, because the armor he had been wearing was red, not black. Axca looked at the paladin, who was almost squished against her in the small space.

They had both been stripped nude when their captors had cleaned them, which had involved being blasted with icy water, and it seemed like the creatures weren’t planning on giving them their armor back anytime soon. The paladin didn’t seem to be faring well, shivering violently where he sat. Axca sat with her legs crossed and arms over her chest, more concerned about modesty than the cold. Though of course, that was the least of her worries. There didn’t seem to be a way to escape; they had both already tried. She hoped that Lotor and the others would find her soon.

“hih! Htchiu!”

Axca jumped, looking up at the source of the noise. It had come from the paladin. Axca furrowed her brows in confusion as she watched him. He had a peculiar expression on his face. Eyebrows drawn, jaw slack, and a faraway look in his eyes. He gasped once, twice, and then pitched forward, hands covering his face. He made the same noise again, a small squeaky sound.

“Hitchiew!”

The paladin looked up, noticing her looking at him.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, a small blush spreading across his face. She was confused, but shrugged it off. Right now she cared more about trying to get some sleep. Sleeping seemed like a better option than sitting  in this dark, cold cell wondering was going to happen to her.  So she leaned her head back against the damp walls and closed her eyes. She was just drifting off into sleep when she was startled awake by the same sound from before.

“Hitshieww! Ihh-chiu!”

She whipped her head up, glaring at the paladin, who was swiping his wrist across the underside of his nose.

“Stop making that noise,” she snapped. The paladin looked at her, shocked at first. Then his expression morphed into one of indignation.

“I can’t help it!” he cried.

“What do you mean? Just be quiet, it should not be so difficult.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Keith said. He couldn’t believe that she was getting on his case just for sneezing. “I can’t control it when I sneeze! Sorry it’s such an inconvenience for you!” he said the last part with biting sarcasm. But Axca’s irritation had disappeared, being replaced with confusion.

“Sneeze? What does that mean?” Keith’s anger faded as well. As soon as she asked him that, he understood where her confusion was coming from.

“Oh...you don’t know what that is. Do Galra really not sneeze?” Axca raised an eyebrow at him instead of answering. Keith took that as a no. He decided that he might as well explain.

“I guess that means no. Well basically, a sneeze is a bodily function. It’s a human thing I guess.” Keith stopped, considering. “Well maybe it’s more of an Earth thing. Because animals do it too.”

Axca would be lying if she said she wasn’t interested at this point.

“What is the purpose of this sneeze?” she asked.

“Well, it gets rid of germs or other particles that enter through the nose.”

“It’s an immune response? Do humans not have a mechanism that kills the virus?”

“We do, but I think that’s only if it gets in your system...I mean, humans have white blood cells that attack foreign bacteria. Even then, it sometimes takes awhile for our immune systems to get rid of something we’ve never had before. I think sneezing is just extra protection, maybe? It happens more when someone is sick.”

Axca considered his words. “So you are getting sick then.” She stated it as more of a fact than a question. That same look of indignation flashed across the paladin’s face, like he was offended at the idea of being sick.

“Of course not! I-I don’t know... it’s probably just the cold. It doesn’t always happen when germs get in the body. Sometimes other things can set it off, like cold air, even sunlight sometimes.”

It was pretty cold, and the creatures that had captured them still hadn’t bothered to give them their clothes back. Axca had thick skin, so the cold was somewhat bearable for her. The paladin however was shivering so hard that his teeth were chattering, and his skin was much paler than usual. It seemed that human skin didn’t provide much protection from the cold.

Really, when she thought about it, humans seemed so frail, at least when compared to the Galra. She wondered how it came to be that five humans became the paladins that would fight against the Galra empire. But wasn’t this paladin Galra as well? Half Galra, like her. Though it seemed that he hadn’t inherited many traits from his Galra side. Axca was brought out of her musings by the sound of the paladins breath hitching, becoming more erratic by the second until he pitched forward, that same sound from before (a sneeze, her mind supplied) bursting from him.

“hhtshiew! aah-tchiu!” he sniffled, his breath immediately hitching again.

“hhih! Hhh! Hii-tchii! Ah-TCHIEW!! Ugh…”

“I guess that this sneezing is not going to be stopping any time soon.” Axca said. Keith immediately became defensive.

“Why? Does it really bother you that much?”

In truth, it did a little bit. But she didn’t really see any point in making a big deal about it, especially since he couldn’t control it. So she sighed and said,

“It is no bother. Just make sure to cover your mouth and nose. I do not want to get sick.”  He grumbled something about not being sick and bent forward, resting his head between his knees. After that, they sat in silence, the only sound being the paladins occasional sneezing, only stopping when the paladin finally fell asleep. Axca took this opportunity to get some rest as well and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Before falling asleep, she wondered if Lotor was any closer to finding her.

                                                        ✦✦✦

 As it turned out, the paladin was sick. She wasn’t sure how long they had slept, but after awhile the paladin erupted into a harsh coughing fit that woke both of them up, leaving him gasping for breath when it was over. Axca couldn’t bring herself to yell at him for waking her, especially after she took in his appearance. His skin was much paler than usual, except around his cheeks and nose, which glew bright red. She could hear him panting from where she sat, as if he was having trouble breathing, and he was trembling all over. He also felt hotter than usual, feeling the unnatural heat on her thigh where it was touching his leg.

“I guess it’s not just the cold then,” she said, almost smug at the fact that she had been correct about the paladins ailment.

“Shut up,” he said, but there wasn’t any fire behind it, and the glare he was giving her was subdued. Axca wasn't sure if it was because he wasn’t feeling well, or if he knew she was right. She figured it was probably both. At that moment, the paladins breath began to hitch, as if his body wanted to prove that he was sick. He snapped forward, hands cupping his nose and mouth

“ahh! haah! ha-TCHiew! hih-TCHIU!”

Axca felt his entire body shudder with the force of the expulsion. He groaned tiredly afterwards, sniffling miserably.

“Are you alright?” she asked. The paladin looked at her skeptically.

“Why do you care? I figured you would try to take this opportunity to attack me ”

“I am not evil like you seem to think. I would never attack anyone who was sick” Axca said, slightly offended. “As I told you before, we help people,”

“No offense, but enslaving people doesn’t seem like helping them.”

Axca glared at him. “Zarkon enslaves people, we build our empire by gaining followers, not slaves.”

“And what about those who don’t want to join your empire?” he asked bitingly

She didn’t have a chance to answer. At that moment, the slithering creatures returned. They dragged the pair from the cell, pushing them roughly from the prisoners area to the showers. Axca was definitely not looking forward to what was about to happen. She could handle the cool air of the cell, but the icy water was something that she could not tolerate. She knew that she was probably going to be shivering as bad as the paladin for awhile before she adjusted to the cold.

They were pushed into the tiled room, the door closing behind them. Almost immediately, the sprinklers on the ceiling began pelting them with frigid water. Sighing to herself, resigned, she began scrubbing herself with the rag that she had been given, doing her best to ignore the chill. It wasn't until she finished cleaning herself that she noticed the paladin struggling to do the same. He trembled violently, knees knocking together and teeth chattering. His breath came im short wheezes, as if even his lungs were cold. He was currently trying to clean his legs, but it seemed he was having a hard time accomplishing the small task. Suddenly, his chest heaved with two large gasps before a loud, violent sneeze made him lose his balance

“HITCHIEWW!”

The paladin dropped the rag he had been holding. He stumbled from the force of the sneeze, slipping on the tiled floor and falling hard on his bottom.

“Are you alright?” she asked him. There was no skepticism from him this time. He answered tiredly,

“Yeah, I thigk I’b alright.”

His voice had a strange lilt to it, sounding congested. She briefly wondered if this sneezing made congestion worse for humans, before turning her attention back to the paladin. He had said he was fine, but he wasn’t making any attempt to get up from the floor. He seemed to be frozen in place, body rigid and shaking from the intense cold. The flush on his face was also more prominent than it had been before. The paladins nose seemed to turn redder, nostrils quivering. He started gasping again, except they came out weaker than before. He clumsily brought his hands to his face, more sneezes erupting from him.

“hih! hih! hih! Ihh-chiiu! Hishhiew! Ngt’chiew! H’eshiew! T’shiew! Ht”chiew!

When he removed his hands from his face, she saw that his upper lip was coated in mucus. He sniffled wetly, shaking as he attempted to clean himself. Axca walked over to him, kneeling down beside him.

“Here,” she said, grabbing the rag that he had dropped and handing it to him. He grabbed the rag from her and thanked her, gently wiping his nose. Their hands brushed together briefly during the exchange and she winced at the heat she felt. His fever was getting worse, and she was shocked to find that she was actually worried about him. Sure, she wasn’t heartless enough to do anything to him in this condition, but he was still her enemy. It dismayed her that she was worried about him the way that she was.

Axca sighed in relief when the faucets on the ceiling were finally shut off. Before she could do anything else, the creatures came into the tiled room and grabbed them. They dragged the pair harshly to their cell. The paladin fell into another sneezing fit on the way, and one of the creatures mercilessly kicked him to the floor, as if the action had offended them somehow.

When they arrived at their cell, Axca and Keith were thrown into the small room, some of the creatures hissing ‘Galra scum’ before slithering away. The paladin had not stopped shivering the entire time, and his nose was dripping again. Now that she was pressed so close to him, she could feel the intense heat radiating from him. He was practically a natural heater.

“Hey,” Axca said. She nudged the paladin with her foot, trying to get his attention.

“What is the normal body temperature for humans?” She asked. When he finally looked at her, she noticed that his eyes were glassy, unfocused. She wondered if he had even heard her, or understood her. But then he answered her, his voice noticeably weaker.

“Ninety eight degrees. Though, my body temperature was always higher than everyone else's. Usually my normal temperature is a hundred.”

Axca didn’t know what degrees were, or how to translate them into Galra measurements. In any case, he wouldn’t be as weak as he was if he didn’t have a fever. The problem was that she had no idea how severe it was. She just hoped it wasn’t life threatening.

Again, she briefly wondered why she cared so much. At first, Axca wanted to deny it, but after thinking about it she realized that she actually had some respect for the paladin.  He was a formidable opponent, that much was clear from their battles. And his behavior so far had shown her that he was honorable and steadfast. Someone like him didn’t deserve to die from sickness, in a small dirty cell.   

She looked at the paladin again and saw that he had fallen asleep. Even in his sleep, his breathing was labored, his body shivering every now and then. She decided then that she was not going to let him die, not this way. She was going to make sure that they both got out of this alive.

                                                         ✦✦✦

 The next day wasn’t any better. When the paladin awoke, he didn’t even remember where he was at first and promptly fell into a panic. The heat from his skin almost burned her. He was definitely hotter than he was before falling asleep, and she didn’t know what to do.

He was hyperventilating. When she tried to grab him by the shoulders to bring him back to reality, he freaked out, pushing her away and screaming at her, as much as he could scream with his weakened voice. He seemed to think that she was going to hurt him. She couldn’t blame him, really. If he didn’t remember where he was, he probably didn’t remember their time trapped together. At the moment, he saw her as someone who wanted to hurt him.

The paladin balled his hand into a fist, throwing a punch at her. However, his energy was so low that it was easy for her to stop the punch, grabbing a hold of his hand and not letting go. She took this opportunity to try and reason with him.

“Listen to me, I’m not going to hurt you,” she told him.

“Where am I?” he asked. His voice was hoarse, unable to speak above a whisper. “Why do you have me trapped here?”

“I’m not the one who has you trapped here,” Axca said. “We were both captured by the native species of the planet we landed on. Do you not remember?”

He furrowed his brows, as if remembering was a struggle. Slowly, but surely, the tension began to drain from his body. Finally, he looked up at her.

“I...I remember,” he said at last. His expression morphed into one of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” he said.  

“Don’t apologize,” Axca said. “It is not your fault.”

“Everything feels...fuzzy. It’s hard to focus.”

That didn't sound good. She was almost positive that his fever was near fatal by now. She wasn’t sure how to get his fever down, and she knew the freezing showers would only shock his system and make things worse.

“Your illness is getting worse,” she told him. “To tell you the truth, I am not sure what to do about it. I am hoping that your immune system will be strong enough to fight off whatever virus you have.”

“So I’m going to die here then,” the paladin said. Axca could hear the bitterness in his weakened voice.

“Not if I can help it,” she said before she could stop herself. For a moment, his gaze cleared a bit, and he looked at her in surprise.

“You would really put effort into making sure I don’t die?” he asked.

“Yes, I would.”

“But why?”

A moment passed before Axca replied.

“Because someone like you does not deserve to die this way.”

This seemed to confuse the paladin.

“Someone like me?” he asked

“Someone honorable, strong,” Axca clarified.

The paladin chuckled. “Never thought you would be the type of person to value those kinds of things.”

Axca poked him with her toe, giving him an annoyed glare. “You thought wrong. I told you that I am not evil.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said. “You really aren’t so bad like I thought. To be honest, you’re not the worst person to be trapped with.”

Axca gave a small smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said.  They fell into a comfortable silence after that. It wasn’t much longer before the paladin began to drift back into sleep. Meanwhile, Axca tried to think of a way to escape, or a way to ease the paladin’s symptoms, but came up short. They didn’t exactly have any resources in here and there wasn’t any way they could get out of the small cell.

The most she could do at the moment was to make sure that he got some rest. She intended to let him sleep, but unfortunately their captors had other plans. The paladin had only been asleep for maybe half a varga when they came, roughly waking the paladin and dragging them both to the showers. The paladin was disoriented, but this time when his eyes met hers there was no fear or confusion there. However, he began struggling when he realized they were being taken.

“Let go of me,” he said, voice slurred from the fever and exhaustion. His struggling accomplished nothing but an extra harsh push into the tiled room. He stumbled, landing hard on the floor. Axcs was pushed in as well, and the door immediately slammed shut behind them.

Keith was attempting to stand when the showers came on and freezing water rained on them both.  He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him. The water was too cold to feel good on his fevered skin. All it did was give him a headache and worsen his chills, and it wasn’t long before he felt his nose start to hurt from the cold.

Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulders and felt himself being guided somewhere. He was too weak and cold to protest, so he just went with it. He was guided to a corner where there was less water.

“Stay here,” Axca told him. “Try not to let the cold water touch you too much.”

Keith nodded in response. The water wasn’t hitting him as much as before, but the cold was still unbearable, and his nose was starting to drip. He sniffled, trying to stop it, but the only thing he accomplished was making his nose tickle. He could feel it building into a fit. His breath hitched desperately, the air rattling in his lungs.

He tried to hold them back. He didn’t want to sneeze, it would just make his headache worse and he didn’t want to make a mess. Holding the sneezes back was futile however, and he was overcome with a powerful fit, unable to do anything but try to make as little of a mess as possible

“Heh! Heh! Hh’ESCHIIU! Heh’eTCHHiew! Hh’HITCHII! ATCHIEW!”

Axca winced as she watched the paladin struggle helplessly through the sneezes. When he was done his weakened muscles could no longer support him and he slid down the tiled wall until he was sitting. His nostrils still ticked, the cold water messing with the sensitive nerves in his nose. His breath began to hitch again, coming out in strong, vocal gasps. He pressed his wrist against his nose in an attempt to quell the tickle, but it had no effect.

“HIH! HEHH! HEHHH! NGT’CHIEW!! HEH! HEH’TCHIIEW!! IHH! HIH’CHIIU!! AHHCHIEW!! HEH’SHHIU!! ohhh!”

The paladin groaned in pain. When he removed his wrist from his face, a string of mucus followed. Axca frowned, walking over to him and handing him a rag. He accepted it with a small ‘thank you.’ After he finished cleaning himself, he laid his head between his knees and groaned miserably. Axca wasn’t sure what else to do. She just hoped that they would turn off the water soon.

After what seemed like forever, the water finally stopped. Right on cue, their captors opened the door and pushed them back towards their cell. They practically had to drag the paladin, who could barely walk from how ill he was. When they got to their cell, the creatures pushed them roughly inside and left.

The rest of the time went about the same. They sat in their cell, the paladin shivering with sickness and cold. It seemed like with every passing varga, his fever spiked more and more. Axca had never felt more helpless. There simply wasn’t anything she could do without something cool to help the fever go down. All she could do was sit there and watch him suffer, offering words of comfort. She also tried to keep up a conversation to try to keep the paladin aware. She grew worried when the paladin became confused and unable to follow the conversation anymore. After awhile, he fell asleep. Axca resolved to stay awake and keep an eye on his condition.

His slumber wasn’t peaceful. His eyebrows were furrowed as if he were having a nightmare, and his breathing was labored. The paladin never stayed asleep for long either, waking up every once and awhile in a daze, calling for someone named ‘Shiro.’ Axca couldn’t do much in those moments besides try and comfort him, telling him that whoever he was calling for would be there soon.

There was an awful moment when she thought that he was going to die. His body was sweltering, his breaths coming out in tiny puffs. When she checked his pulse, she found that it was worryingly slow. Axca wasn’t sure how she could help him. She resorted to trying to call out to their captors, demanding that they give the paladin medical attention. Of course, she was ignored. When Axca finally gave up, She plopped down beside the paladin, holding back a scream of frustration. She leaned into his side, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

“It’s going to be okay,” she said. She wasn't sure if she was saying it to him, or herself, or both of them. The last thing she was aware of before surrendering to sleep was the feeling of his hand squeezing hers.

                                                          ✦✦✦

 When they awoke again, they found that the paladins fever had broke.

The creatures returned later on and Axca dreaded what would happen next. However, instead of what she expected, the creatures provided them with a basin and rag and told them that they’re on lockdown.

“This must mean that the others are close,” Axca said. The paladin hummed in response. She could see the relief on his face.

“I guess we’re getting out alive after all,” he said. She did not miss the way that he said “we.” She didn’t pull away when he laid his hand on top of hers.

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ACT OMEGA PART 8

THE 24/10/16 UPDATE

Woow, another liveblog from your favorite act omega liveblogger. Are there any other livebloggers out there i need to know.  So yeah, here we are with part 8! Big Vriska number for the win. Also only two updates away from double digits! Yeah, I’m not sure I thought this through with the whole update-update format, this might take a L OT of posts to get caught up. Luckily, I have no problem with making a fuckton of posts. Anyways, I think we left off with the kids, so lets hurry up and get back to them!

(Cant post the image. Here’s the link. http://mspfanventures.com/?s=16414&p=47)

GASP, IS thIS SOME MULTIPLE CHOICE SHIT? Well considering I’m forever going to be staying chronological, I suppose I should start with the one on the next page! 

A CHARACTER SELECTION MENU appears through the power of NON-LINEAR STORYTELLING. You know the drill by now, have some free will! Or just go in this order, if you think agency is overrated

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE

Oh, that’s helpful. Great, I’ll start with ONE then.

The fact that you are a dedicated and loyal reader is obvious and indisputable, so of course you won’t be moving on ahead without having taken a gander at all of the options presented to you.

Obviously! what kinda brainless CHUMP would move on without you explicitly stating to? NOT ME.

Anyways, starting with ONE.

PFt, woah their eyes. 

KANAYA: (Hey) ROXY: oh heeeeey! KANAYA: (Hey To You Again Except Slightly More Quietly) ROXY: (oh sorry)

It seems they gotta be quiet for reasons. H  m m M..

ROXY: (why r we whispering) KANAYA: (I Am Not Entirely Sure)

So they just need to be miss zuipPer lips for no reason then?

KANAYA: (That Just Seems To Be What Everyone Has Lapsed Into Doing) KANAYA: (And Now Speaking In A Normal Volume Will Draw More Attention Than Desired Especially When Attempting To Have A Private Conversation) ROXY: (im lovin this private convo already but you might need to make it snappy)

so everybodys just whispering? do they all got SECRETS? Also, what’s the hurry Roxy?

ROXY: (john looks about ready to get down n dirty with some srs leadership biz)

Oh yeah.

KANAYA: (Alright Then I Will Attempt To Be Brief) KANAYA: (I Wanted To Thank You Again) KANAYA: (For The Matriorb Certainly)

Alright cool! It seems that this Kanaya does remember Roxy giving her the good ol’ matriorb. 

KANAYA: (But Additionally For Everything Else You Have Accomplished Today) KANAYA: (I Know Being The One To Strike The Final Blow Against Our Shared Enemy In The Midst Of Battle Does Not Necessarily Warrant Gratitude But I Thought It Might Be Nice For You To Hear That What You Did Was Appreciated)

What she DID, was prove herself to be a goddamn BADASS. But honestly everybody here’s a badass one way or another. 

KANAYA: (At Least By Me) KANAYA: (On Behalf Of My Species As Well As All Those Who Suffered At The Behest Of The Condesce) KANAYA: (And All Those That May Now Be Born And Live Free Of Tyranny) KANAYA: (You Did Good)

Pft, nice. “Ya did good, kid.” 

ROXY: (omg i am cri)

goddammit these lines always manage to be fucking perfect.

ROXY: (that wasnt brief @ all but twas so so bootiful) ROXY: (gdi cmere moms big loveable space gf)

OK this doesn’t need to be stated, but I fucking love roxy.

KANAYA: (Um I Would Prefer It If We Saved The Hug For Later Maybe) ROXY: (aww ok thats cool)

nO FUCKING HUG NOW

KANAYA: (Anyway I Have Only Just Met You But You Have Already Proven Yourself To Be Just As Extraordinary An Individual As Your...) KANAYA: (Uh) KANAYA: (Rose)

Nice Kanaya.

ROXY: (as my rose?) KANAYA: (Yes Your Rose) ROXY: (;D)

ITS CONFIRMED, Rose is Roxy’s Rose. this conversation is so cute.

See you’re still over there TZ. Whatcha lookin at? The uh... oh youre blind. what are you doing terezi?? come on girl, celebrate!

ROXY: (okay looks like john got distracted by somethin) ROXY: (so since we got a little more time to chat it up) ROXY: (and so long as were exchangin bomb as FUCK felicitations) ROXY: (youre not so shabby yourself yknow) ROXY: (like damn i was absolutely right youre one deadly customer)

Yeah no fuckin kidding, this girl knows how to kick ass.

ROXY: (seeing u whip out that BEASTLY CHAINSAW) ROXY: (was a sight to behold)

PFt, that was nothing. You should have seen when she single handedly put three of the most dangerous characters on the meteor out of commision. 

KANAYA: (I Really Did Not Do All That Much Surprisingly) KANAYA: (Or Perhaps Unsurprisingly) KANAYA: (I Am Not Sure If I Was Erring On The Side Of Caution After All) KANAYA: (Out Of Consideration For The Gift You Gave Me) KANAYA: (Or If Perhaps I Was Simply Unpracticed)

Well yeah, she didnt do as much in this battle as the others.  But like she said, she had the matriorb to keep safe. PLUS, she wasnt godtier. So yeah Kanaya, you’re excused from doing your makeup during the final epic battle.

ROXY: (who cares??) ROXY: (we WON) ROXY: (gave that witch what was COMING TO HER) ROXY: (and thats the end of that no point gettin our knickers all in a twist over it no more)

Roxy’s got the right idea. There doesn’t gotta be any more “proving yourself.” You did the battle, and you came out on top!  JUst be done with it.

KANAYA: (Yes I Suppose Youre Right) KANAYA: (Though I Do Wonder How Things Might Have Gone If I Had Attempted To Dust Off One Of The Old Fraymotifs)

Oh shit, Kanaya’s got fraymotifs? And also, you can use fraymotifs without being godtier?

oh. wait. terezi isnt godtier is she? Yeah, you totally can use fraymotifs without godtier.

ROXY: (no kidding!) ROXY: (yeah that woulda been pretty badass) ROXY: (we could have had a sick combo) ROXY: (void and...) ROXY: (uh) KANAYA: (Space) ROXY: (right yeah space)

Well too bad you’ll never have the opportunity to USE that sick deadly combo!

I am ONE HUNDRED percent sure that will be the case

i am SO SURE

nobody has to die anymore

so

completely sure.

KANAYA: (It May Have Indeed Been Sick But Upon Further Reflection Perhaps Not)

No kanaya, it would be SUPER fuckin badass dont even give me that shit.

ROXY: (wait rly) ROXY: (how come?) KANAYA: (I Dont Feel Like I Ever Got The Opportunity To Truly Get In Touch With My Aspect Like You) KANAYA: (It Has Never Seemed Pertinent That I Be Able To Cast Some Sort Of Spacey Enchantment) KANAYA: (In Fact I Have Yet To Stumble Across A Scenario I Could Not Handle Through More Traditional Methods) ROXY: (u mean a deadly body slam full a sharp metal teeth twice the length of your head) KANAYA: (Yes Precisely) KANAYA: (That Tends To Cover The Bases Pretty Well)

WELL, Chainsaws do seem to cover many different issues. Mainly the ones which involve somebody needing to be cut the fuck in half. But I dont know if being “In touch” with your aspect was ever really a thing. I mean, when did John become “in touch” with his aspect? He just sorta got the powers and did shit with them. i dont really know what that has to do with it- wait a goddamn second. People always associate the wind aspect with like independence and shit, right? And.. the last thing that happened before John went godtier, was a choice. Given to him by Vriska, who for the first time decided to step back and let him decide what to do on his own. Whether or not she would have owned up to what she said about letting him decide how to fall asleep, he still made the choice and went with it on is own. So maybe that’s got something to do with it.

Or maybe I’m just an idiot.

ROXY: (well you know what thats cool) ROXY: (u do u) ROXY: (besides) ROXY: (hopefully there wont be any more reason for you to wreck shit)

GOddammit stop saying shit like that

KANAYA: (That Would Be Ideal I Suppose) KANAYA: (However It Is Always Wise To Be Prepared) KANAYA: (Just In Case) ROXY: (ofc!) ROXY: (and hey) ROXY: (just cuz we won the game doesnt mean there wont be any more opportunities to like) ROXY: (explore yourself and your aspect) ROXY: (our cool powers are too friggin handy for them to just stop bein relevant once we walk thru a magic door)

SPeaking of which, can THEY HURRY UP AND WALK THROUGH THE MAGIC FUCKING DOOR YET IM GETTING ANXIOUS.

ROXY: (maybe someday youll get the chance to blitz ur chakras and get spacey w it) ROXY: (and itll be at your own pace instead of having to rush it for the sake of fixing some giant spacetastrophe) KANAYA: (That Does Sound Nice)

YES IT DOES NOW HURRY UP THROUGH THE DOOR SO THAT BECOMES A REALITY COME THE FUCK ON JOHN

KANAYA: (Considering Right Now I Am Very Unsure Of How To Even Begin Blitzing Those Particular Chakras) ROXY: (i bet u can ask john) ROXY: (hes rly good at givin advice for stuff like that)

YES HE IS BUT HE ISNT GOOD AT OPENING DOORS AAAAA

ROXY: (tho he probably doesnt even know it pffff) KANAYA: (You Are Also Very Good At Giving Advice) KANAYA: (That Was Not Necessarily A Request I Simply Thought I Should Point That Out) ROXY: (TOO BAD youre gettin some anyway ;P) ROXY: (rly tho ive hardly even begun to wrestle my voidy powers into submission) ROXY: (still got a loooooong way to go on that front) ROXY: (but thus far most of my blitzing has just been like) ROXY: (being around the thing) ROXY: (and letting myself embrace this like) ROXY: (natural synergy i got going w it) KANAYA: (When You Say) KANAYA: (The Thing) KANAYA: (Do You Mean Nothing) KANAYA: (Considering Your Aspect Presides Over Literal Nothingness)

Yes Kanaya, this is exactly what she means.

ROXY: (pffft) ROXY: (yes thats what i mean :p) KANAYA: (Okay I Was Just Attempting To Clarify) KANAYA: (How Does One Surround Themselves With The Concept Of Nonexistence) ROXY: (i dunno!) ROXY: (when u put it that way it does sound pretty mind bending) ROXY: (i guess ive just been lucky?) ROXY: (or maybe the nothing is naturally attracted to me and lucks got nothin to do w it)

WELL YEAh, what isnt naturally attracted to you? Guys i just really love roxy help

ROXY: (but yeah i got that voidy ring @ one point) ROXY: (and when john started getting to fixing the timeline he took me to a place that felt like) ROXY: (the nothingest nothing to ever unexist) KANAYA: (That Sounds Interesting) KANAYA: (What Was It Like)

Probably nothing.

THATS a cool panel right there.

ROXY: (well it was) ROXY: (white) ROXY: (but not pure white) ROXY: (just slightly off) ROXY: (and) ROXY: (it was super vast) ROXY: (but not like regular outer space where you can actually see stuff like stars stretch on and on til you cant see it anymore) ROXY: (which at least gives u a sense of distance) ROXY: (but instead it was almost claustrophobic) ROXY: (cuz there was nothing there) ROXY: (you and all the other somethings just completely enveloped by a shrink wrap o absence)

HUmm.. thats pretty interesting to say the least. Not really sure what to think of it though! Just pretty nifty.

KANAYA: (Hmmmm) ROXY: (never really tried putting this into words) ROXY: (i think the thing about it was that the void sort of) ROXY: (changed) ROXY: (depending on how i chose to perceive it) ROXY: (cause the whole point is that its kinda like) ROXY: (idk) ROXY: (maybe a little like binary) KANAYA: (Binary?)

too bad sollux is dead he’d get a kick outta this.

did anybody make this connection. computer hacker guy who likes two’s. Binary. man. i feel like everybody did.

ROXY: (yknow binary) ROXY: (computer language) ROXY: (0011101100101001)

TRANSLATOr HELP

“;)“

omfg she just winked in binary.

KANAYA: (Oh That) ROXY: (the way that works is basically) ROXY: (you have a bit) ROXY: (like a computery bit) ROXY: (and it can say either 0 or 1) ROXY: (and dependin on which it is the computer displays the info differently) ROXY: (but the void is like a completely blank bit) ROXY: (there isnt a 0 or a 1 written on the bit yet but thats all were programmed to understand yknow) ROXY: (like 0 is technically nothing but whats important is that theres something there for you to see) ROXY: (but what im gettin at is that really void is just blank space waiting to be written on) ROXY: (by somebody like yours truly) ROXY: (im the computer and youre the person reading the display)

Oh. That’s pretty cool and shit. 

OH shes gettin all magicky here

ROXY: (and my whole voidy thing) ROXY: (is that i gotta figure out the code for whatever i wanna make exist) ROXY: (and write it on the blank bits) ROXY: (then) ROXY: (i snatch em outta the void!)

Oh AGAIN. YEAh, roxys power seems a lot cooler now.

ROXY: (yoink!!!)

*gasp*

nice lipstick yo

Kanaya is so fucking cute oml. She looks kinda dumbfounded by this lipstick.

KANAYA: (Wow) KANAYA: (That Was Really Quite Insightful Roxy) KANAYA: (I Think I Am Already Beginning To Understand Things Better) KANAYA: (But What Is This) ROXY: (p sure its lipstick!) ROXY: (and its 4 u) ROXY: (i dont rly know if pinks ur color but) ROXY: (here it is anyway!)

Oh god help me im already starting to ship it.

KANAYA: (Another Gift) KANAYA: (Why) ROXY: (daaaaw i dunno) ROXY: (i mean its actually kinda cool i was able to make this at all) ROXY: (i bet it must be bc of you somehow) ROXY: (you like lipstick right?) KANAYA: (Yes) ROXY: (i dont know if this is just me but i bet this is totes a thing w space players) ROXY: (like i get the vibe that u guys r more in touch with the objects around you) ROXY: (specially the ones thatre important to you) KANAYA: (I Suppose...)

HMm.. Interesting bit of aspect analysis. That could possibly be a thing.

ROXY: (well?) ROXY: (ru gonna take it or what) KANAYA: (I Really Cant Accept This) KANAYA: (I Was Attempting To Alleviate The Debt Of Gratitude I Have Already Been Accumulating Towards You) KANAYA: (A Measly Thank You Is Hardly Enough) KANAYA: (And Yet You Present Me With Even More To Be Thankful For)

COme on Kanaya dont be like that. Just take the thing and be hAPPY! you dont gotta prove yourself for a gift.

ROXY: (man thats not how this works) ROXY: (you dont owe me nothin) ROXY: (but heck if it makes u feel better) ROXY: (the space egg wasnt rly 4 u it was 4 all the little trollings that need to be born) ROXY: (skewering the batterwitch was definitely 4 me and earth and stuff) ROXY: (and the lipstick is to thank u for takin such good care of my mom :D)

Dont you mean your Rose?

KANAYA: (... That Does Make Me Feel Slightly Better) ROXY: (so youll take it??) KANAYA: (Okay) ROXY: (hella) KANAYA: (Thank You) KANAYA: (Again) ROXY: (dont mention it!)

She will likely mention this many times.

WEll that was the end for their interaction I suppose, so it seems like we get one page of another interaction then? I guess Dirk and Jake.

Ohp, yep. Jeez they look awkward.

DIRK: (... So.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...) DIRK: (That was some fight, huh.)

Goddammit this is awkward. 

JAKE: (Oh yes that sure was a doozy of a brawl we all just participated in.) JAKE: (Or rather multiple brawls.) DIRK: (I think you’re probably up to speed on exactly how well mine went.) JAKE: (Um.) JAKE: (Should i be?) DIRK: (Nevermind.)

Just another beheading of good ol’ Dirk. Seems like that’s a common thing for him. 

((OhOFOHSANSIJFN  HOLY SHIT I PRESSED A BUTTON AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT I ALMOST DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE DAMMIT TUMBLR GIVE ME WARNINGS))

JAKE: (Sorry... its just difficult to, uh...) DIRK: (Don’t be sorry. It doesn’t actually matter.) JAKE: (The important part is you won right?) DIRK: (Yeah...) DIRK: (How did yours go?) DIRK: (If you feel like sharing, that is.) JAKE: (Oh i won too!) DIRK: (Well. Obviously.) DIRK: (I meant... like.) DIRK: (Specifically, HOW you won.) DIRK: (I’d be down to hear some details of all the kickassery you've been dishing out.) DIRK: (That must've been pretty crazy solo.)

Come ONNNN guys, quit dancing around the topic here. Somethings bothering you and its making everything shitty.

JAKE: (Oh.) JAKE: (Well i wasnt alone for long actually.) JAKE: (In fact it was quite the clusterfuck of skeletons sprites and green goblin brutes!) JAKE: (That crabby troll fellow even showed up at one point.) JAKE: (He seemed to be having a difficult time with one of the tinier rascals but i was up to my ears in fracas and fisticuffs myself and couldnt really lend him a hand.)

Dammit Karkat. I love him, but god he’s adorably pathetic in fights.

DIRK: (It looks like he’s alright, so no harm done.) DIRK: (How many of those green dudes were there again?) JAKE: (Im fairly certain there were 14.) DIRK: (And you trounced all of them?) JAKE: (Actually k...carat dealt with one of them i think.) JAKE: (They were small but a decidedly tricky foe. It was scurrying around so fast i dont think a single one of my bullets even grazed it!)

He has ALLLL the luck Jake, ALL of it!  Honestly, can we get a Vriska/Clover battle?

DIRK: (Well, shit. Sounds tough.) DIRK: (Still, my score reads "Jake: 13, Goblins: 0".) DIRK: (Oh, and I’m pretty sure the name you’re looking for is Karkat.) JAKE: (Is that so?) DIRK: (Yup.) JAKE: (My mistake then...) DIRK: (Don’t worry about it.)

Dammit Jake, don’t be so fucking hard on yourself. I feel bad for him now. Like, he’s beating himself up over not knowing a complete strangers name.

JAKE: (Have you spoken to him at all yet?) DIRK: (Nah.) JAKE: (Would you like to?) DIRK: (I guess? Sure.) DIRK: (He and Dave seem to be in the middle of something, though. No point in interrupting.) DIRK: (Besides, I’m talking to you right now.) JAKE: (...) DIRK: (...)

(...)

Alright dammit, I guess we’ll see if they get over whatever’s bugging them in the next update, because that’s the last page. Seeya next time and whatnot folks.