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CRUCIBLE OF CREATIVE POTENTIAL: The Homestuck Request Meme
ACT TWO

(also known as SHITSTAIN ASSMASTER)


By popular demand, a general request meme for MSPA, at long last. Have an idea you want to see drawn or written? This is the place to ask. Both romantic (of any kind, het or slash) and general prompts are accepted. Reply to those comments with art or fic or comics or pesterlogs!

Put characters or pairings or whatever in the subject line of your comment, it makes for easy scanning. If you are here to request something for our musicians, put [MUSIC] in instead.

HERE'S HOW IT WORKS:
> No, you do NOT need to sign up for Livejournal to submit prompts or fill them.
> You may comment signed in or anonymously. Anonymous is actually preferred when prompting to keep the spirit of this kind of meme, but anything goes for fills (since you might want to put your name to your work, and that's cool).
> For every request you make, try to fill someone else's.
> Requests can be filled more than once.
> This meme is SAFE FOR WORK. Graphic sex and violence--and other potentially offensive things people may feel nervous about having on their browsing history--is not allowed and will be screened/deleted. This being an offsite meme, restrictions are much more relaxed than the forums; referencing the act is fine with me, just be sensible and don't go into detail and we will be 0k.
> This meme is also primarily about Homestuck canon! There are a lot of talented people with really cool original characters and fan adventures lurking around, but unfortunately this is not the place to request fanart or music for them. Again, this is a flexible rule. Speculative work, like Lands that do not exist in the story yet, or imp prototypings, or some random black carapace guys hanging out in Derse, or Sollux's sadly non-canon bee-bear lusus are fine. Try to make it look like it's connected to Homestuck at least and you won't get beaned, basically.
> Be nice, have fun.

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Re: Contact sub-fic: Scrape [3/3?]

from: voluntarytwitch
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 03:49 am (UTC)
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Karkat screamed. He didn't mean to, it just sort of came out. He snatched his bleeding palm to his chest and scrambled to his feet, mumbling swears in Daedric and English mixed in with pleas to not look at the color of his blood.

"Listen, kid, are ya gonna quit yer blubbering or am I gonna—ow! Fuck!" Jack's hand slipped and the sharp blade slid too far under his fingernail. A single red drop oozed out onto his black skin. "Look what ya made me do!"

That silenced Karkat. For a long, silent moment, the two stared at each other.

Finally, Jack said, "So whaddaya want, a band-aid or something? I can send ya to the school nurse."

"No, c-can't," Karkat swallowed, "can't let anyone see. My blood."

"What's wrong with yer blood? Looks normal ta me." He scrutinized the droplet of blood forming on his own finger, which burst and ran in red streaks down to his hand. Grumbling, he wiped it on the sleeve of his black suit.

"S'red."

"Red's a color."

"No," Karkat said, quietly. "Not on the hemospectrum. Shouldn't be. Maroon's the lowest."

Jack sighed and pressed his knuckles to his forehead. "For the last goddamn time, SEOPA's a no-cull facility. I don't care what kind of freakish, despicable mutation ya got, we'll protect ya from your stupid racist government. That's the law."

Karkat, to Jack's surprise, shook his head. "That's not it. That's not why. Not really." He gritted his teeth. "Although I pretty much fucking deserve it."

"Well, if there's nothing wrong with it, then what's the problem? Get it over with, kid, you're wasting my time reveling in my new promotion over here."

"Humans. Red is the humans' color. And I'm not—" his voice cracked "human. I'm not a human. So why do I have red blood? I'm not a human. I'm not. I'm not..." His repeated denials trailed off into silence.

Sympathy was not an emotion that Jack Noir was familiar with, especially regarding the trolls, but seeing the troll curling in on himself and about to burst into tears made Jack feel something along the lines of sympathy, anyway. He cleared his throat and retracted the knife.

"Uh, listen, kid," he began, unsure. Karkat didn't look up. All that Jack could see was his mess of black hair and the nubby horns sticking out. "Kid, ya… ya don't hafta see the nurse. Here," he said, reaching under his desk and pulling out a first aid kid. "They make us keep these in every room, so uh… yeah, don't bleed all over the floor there, okay? Yeah. I dunno how these things work. These instructions are in Chinese or something. Listen, just take these," he said, tossing the roll of fabric bandages in Karkat's direction. "Do ya need, like, gauze? I don't understand this shit. Maybe ya should clean it first." He jerked a thumb over one shoulder. "Bathroom's over there. Don' worry, it's private. Faculty-only, anyway."

Karkat limped slightly over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He ran cold water over his hands, although by now the bleeding had mostly stopped and the scrape was starting to scab over. He scrutinized himself in the mirror and noticed the faint but visible red tinge that crying had given his eyes. He'd need to wait a bit longer before going out where he could be noticed, then. Karkat stared back at him.

"I'm not a human," he repeated, quietly, and then instantly regretted saying it in case Jack or anyone was listening. Realizing that honestly, there wasn't much he could do that would make the situation worse, he continued: "I'm not half human, either. I'm not."

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)
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My headcanon is that Karkat would be rather attractive if he actually bothered. So cue Kanaya giving him a makeover of sorts and all the others noticing how hot he now looks.

Bonus points if it somehow leads to The Bachelor type shenanigans.

Double if he gets paired with everyone at least once/ends up with a surprise pairing.

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Scratch

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 07:19 am (UTC)
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There needs to be more fanfic with him. Between the recent update, the good host statement and how cheerfully he set everything up for Slick, he seems like he just wants people to like him. Not like sobby why-doesn't-anyone-wub-me, but happy to do stuff for people.

Host!Scratch and someone fic, or him with the Felt maybe?

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Re: Artfill part 1

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 04:25 pm (UTC)
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aaaaaaaaaaaah this is so adorable omg you are the greatest :D :D :D

(lol option: CoolTrainer DAVE sent out SWEET BRO and HELLA JEFF)

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(no subject)

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
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Kids used Scratch!

Who knows if it's super effective?

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Re: Lucky Charms 4/4

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 08:42 pm (UTC)
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ububububuuu this is so adorable and sweet

i love it, anon (:

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Re: Balance [1/1]

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
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ahh, i adore this. very lovely. nice work! (:

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Re: Artfill part 1

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 08:57 pm (UTC)
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THIS IS ADORABLE I LOVE IT

rose with a tentacruel is perfection

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Captain Sexy Bidoof Williams

Artfill part 2

from: chainofironrose
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
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I DON'T HAVE TO JUSTIFY MY CHOICES TO YOU ASSHOLES.
BITCHES DON'T KNOW BOUT MY MAGIC GUARD.





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Re: Artfill part 2

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
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this is the most amazing fill. i love your pokemon choices!!

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An Excellent Host 1/2

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 11:45 pm (UTC)
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She's ill at ease as she sits in his rooms and sips his tea, and Snowman hates herself for it. It's not her host's fault, after all, that he's too white, too inscrutably benevolent, like some sort of walking caricature of the Prospitians who she spent most of her previous life opposing.

So she nods, and smiles, and returns his small talk, and compliments his tea (it is very good tea), and tries not to betray the way that his voice sometimes makes the inside of her carapace itch. He knows, she's sure; there's precious little that he doesn't know. Sometimes he revels in his preternaturalness, in the alien nature that sets him apart even in the bizarre society built of escaped bits of universe-code and beings so mutated by their contact with pure elemental time that Snowman's not sure what they were originally - but this is not one of those times. Now, he seems to take comfort in the trappings of a simple social encounter, and she humors him.

Soon enough, they'll be back to the hectic strangeness that passes for everyday life in the Felt mansion - the invitation to take tea with Scratch came with the warning that their afternoon would be ended by the necessity of helping to sort out an incident that would involve Itchy, Eggs, eighty gallons of instant pudding, and an industrial-strength electric fan. But for now, he's pouring her another cup instants before she begins to ask, and inquiring about her work with the Sgrub stations. Again, she knows that he knows the answers without being told, but there's something about being able to talk it through that puts her thoughts in order and her mind at rest, and she supposes that he knows that, too.

And there's really no one else who she can discuss this with, not really. Half of her fellow Felt are too dull to understand, and the other half just don't care - and why should they, when the game has nothing to do with them? Oh, Stitch would probably let her talk at him while he worked, or Die would put up with her simply because she's the one person he can't get away from with the jab of a pin, but being tolerated is not the same as as being listened to. Her fellow Exiles might be a better bet, but those who have not directly allied themselves with her former mutinous archagent have long since learned to give a wide berth to both Felt and Midnight Crew. Scratch, for all of his unsettling otherworldliness, is an attentive and intelligent listener and she find herself grateful for his company in spite of herself.

She makes a few polite inquiries of her own, but either his answers are evasive or she simply does not have the correct frame of reference from which to understand his work. She suspects that it's some of one and a bit of the other - she is under no illusion that the universe's dependence upon her existence puts her on the same level of being as Scratch. Snowman was once a monarch of Derse, after all; she knows the theory at least of what goes into the making of a First Guardian, and knows that even had she kept that damnable ring she would still be nowhere near as powerful as a being infused with the power of the Green Sun. Scratch functions several levels above her, or anyone else she knows. (She does not count her employer in this; Snowman has never actually met Lord English, and from what she understands of the demon, she is perfectly content to allow this state of events to continue.) Any time Scratch interacts with someone else, mortal or carapace or time-twisted green torso, she suspects that he is making a conscious effort to be personable.

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An Excellent Host 2/2

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 8th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
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At any rate, he smoothly turns the conversation back to more accessible topics; to her work again, to the interpersonal dynamics of the Felt and to the latest irritating activities of the Midnight Crew. He makes her laugh with a dry observation about some facet of their improbable existence, and the sound of her own throaty chuckle surprises her.

His laugh, on the rare occasions that it slips out, is harsh and annoying and oddly artificial-sounding, and Snowman thinks that it is quite alright with her if he keeps up his dry, impassive attitude.

All too soon (and why does she think that, when she accepted the invitation merely to humor him? But it does seem too soon), he looks up suddenly and quietly excuses himself to go answer his door, although no knock or ring has sounded. She starts to get up, to follow, and suddenly Scratch is behind her, pulling out her chair as she stands. Snowman allows herself to relish being treated like a lady, when so often in this mansion the closest she'll get is when one of the Felt will belatedly deck another for daring to swear in front of her.

She suspects that she knows what's going on now, and sure enough there's Clover waiting when they open the door, his face dotted with a few gobs of butterscotch and tapioca - although of course he's much too lucky to have to worry about pudding stains on his suit. They really should come, he laughs, Matchsticks is effectively glued to the wall and someone managed to drop Crowbar's crowbar in the vat of pudding and it's hilarious. Oh, and no one has seen Itchy in at least a quarter of an hour.

Snowman sighs, and retrieves her hat, and thanks Scratch for a lovely afternoon, because it was lovely despite her reservations and the fact that he still gives her the creeps. Whatever else he is, Doc Scratch is an excellent host.

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Re: John/Dave

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 12:08 am (UTC)
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The most ironic prom ever, yet at the same time the coolest.

someone, somewhere, please do thiiiissss

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Just a little comic

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 01:10 am (UTC)
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This matches a vague idea I had for a fic, but unfortunately said fic refused to coalesce so all you get is this comic, sorry!

Tavros and Karkat are invading Dave's personal space. Terezi looks amused.

Tavros: sO cOOL
Karkat: Did you know his whole species has red blood?
Dave: And you really don't remember me?
Terezi: Sorry, I don't think we met in my timeline

I can't be bothered uploading it twice, so in case it isn't obvious already don't look at the image url if you want to keep the veil of anonymity sacred :)

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temporary fill?

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 03:19 am (UTC)
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until someone comes up with something actually worthy of filling this excellent prompt, have a zingle'd log instead?

http://bit.ly/eHF3u5

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Human/Troll AU fic

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 05:00 am (UTC)
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In a universe where Sburb doesn't exist (at least on the humans' end), the trolls somehow get stranded on Earth. [Insert human of your choice] discovers [insert troll of your choice] in their backyard/neighborhood/general vicinity for some reason. ET-esque shenanigans ensue.

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 06:33 am (UTC)
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Thirded. ;)

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 06:37 am (UTC)
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OH MY GOG

Seconded!

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Re: Of Dead Planets, Shitty Movies, and Especially Friendship [2/2]

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 06:51 am (UTC)
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Those two are so adorable together!

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Re: I'm on this

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 07:38 am (UTC)
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Either works, but I like the dream bubbles. :)

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And now with the actual image. Maybe.

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 08:27 am (UTC)
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*tries out the code in the OP*


Sorry it doesn't entirely fill your request, I'll see if I can get the fic to actually come out properly.

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Re: AU

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 09:04 am (UTC)
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Don't suppose there will be some Vriska/John in this thing?
Or some Dave/Terezi, at least?

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OP

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 10:05 am (UTC)
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OH MY GOD YES

This, this is what I wanted. Thank you so much. And the bit with the "discussing feelings on the plan pile" made me giggle awkwardly in this lounge I'm sitting in. Excellent job~

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(no subject)

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 04:35 pm (UTC)
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[However many] ways Bro figured out Dave was gay, and one time Dave told him himself.

If you manage to fit in a tidbit of Dave/John sweetness or even just hinting, you'd be my hero. ♥

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Re: An Excellent Host 2/2

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 9th, 2011 06:33 pm (UTC)
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eee thanks! that was sweet!

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