Anonymous asked: I bet you can’t write a fic about all four Strider-Lalondes in 200 words or less.
[Fewer, Anon. Fewer.]
“This is such a dumb game.”
“Come on,” Rose says chidingly. “There once was a troll named Terezi – ”
“Jesus. Uh – who was pretty much batshit crazy.”
“Ennnt,” says Dirk, and sloshes the vodka bottle in one hand. “Doesn’t scan, dude. Take a shot.”
“Your face doesn’t scan – ”
“It’s alright. He’s experimenting with the form. Genius is so rarely appreciated. Your turn.”
Dirk tips his head back to stare at the ceiling, and you see his lips move silently. Then he says, carefully, “She had elbows like blades.”
Roxy, obviously trying to keep a straight face, adds, “And liked assholes in shades.”
“Oh my God – ”
“So thank goodness her vision was hazy,” Rose concludes smoothly. Roxy howls with laughter and topples sideways onto Dirk, who gives you a tiny and manifestly insincere shrug of apology.
“You fuckers. You planned that in advance.”
“Dave, I’m shocked. I hope you’re not suggesting that the house of Strider-Lalonde suffers from an inability to improvise.”
“Whatever. Give me that fucking bottle.” You take a long pull, to make the point, and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Hey, I got one. There once was a Sylph named Kanaya – ”
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How many times was he going to start a thought with the phrase: this is really fucking stupid?
Apparently the boss wanted to test that. ..somehow…—whatever.
He growled lowly as he landed on another roof, peering over the edge and wiping the sweat off his brow as he studied the streets. Rush Valley wasn’t as hot as Dublith, but it came pretty damn close. And he’d been on his feet and moving since early that morning. On top of that, he hadn’t really eaten anything, drank anything, and he was already pissed enough as it was with Greed for sending him off when he damn well knew he wanted to stay back at the Nest. Fucking homunculus.
With another low growl, he turned, sprinting across the roof and landing shortly on the next, jogging to the end and peering over it. There was a bit of a gap between the next two buildings. Damnit. He craned his head to look at the front. …Garfiel? …weird….
He pulled himself onto the edge of the roof and studied the one across from him. …he could probably climb down, cross the alley, and hop back up, but that was more climbing and his arms were already aching a bit. Augh, fuck. …—*crack*
Dolcetto tensed slightly at the faint noise, turning his head to look behind him. …coulda sworn he heard—
There was a sharp snap of the building’s bricks and before he could think twice, the edge of the roof crumbled under his feet, dropping him with a yelp into a pile of trash in the alley. He landed with a loud grunt, quickly covering his head with his arms as more rubble sprinkled down. “God…fucking damnit!! …—augh my NOSE.Why.”
So yeah, AUSA was absolutely a blasty blast. I’m exhausted as hell in every possible sense but jesus wow was it worth it meeting so many wonderful and kind and quality people, plus finally having proper shoots for my and my friends’ cosplays was really rewarding and fun c: Plus, I finally got to take some pictures of my own again!! I missed that too haha. It might be a week or so before I can post photos but I suppose that’s for the best with the flood that will soon overtake the tag ‘~’
Feel free to drop a hello if you saw me, I was Hemostuck Gamzee for most of Friday (I changed briefly into masqued Davesprite for the ball which I couldn’t be bothered actually going in to but I got to dance outside anyway lol), fancy Davesprite with my other nicesprites on Saturday and then changed into Kurloz!Skellington (affectionately dubbed Kurlington by Mads) for the midnight draw party and today, Sunday.
Gosh I just…I had so much fun in all of my cosplays and they were so wonderfully received and bless all your faces for being precious babus and just generally great chums. You go homestucks, four for you homestucks.