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CRUCIBLE OF CREATIVE POTENTIAL: The Homestuck Request Meme
ACT ONE

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1nfectdmushr00m

Re: tC/aT angst

from: 1nfectdmushr00m
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)
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I remember that pic! It was by the one artist who actually makes the trolls look like trolls.

I think I'm going to give this one a shot.

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1nfectdmushr00m

Re: tC/aT angst p 1

from: 1nfectdmushr00m
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 04:00 pm (UTC)
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The shrieks of laughter had long since died away, but her voice was still ringing in his ears.

Well, his ears were ringing, anyway.

Tavros couldn't say for sure how long he'd been lying at the bottom of the cliff. Time seemed stretchy, warped somehow. He'd been lying there for a few seconds or a few sweeps, it didn't seem to matter too much anymore. He was covered in scrapes and bruises, there was a wetness on his arm that he was sure was blood, and his back screamed in pain all the way down to a certain point near his hips where all was oddly silent. He didn't understand how he could have possibly come out of it with his legs completely unhurt, and he was too scared to look for himself.

A familiar warmth pressed against his chest, and he struggled to smile down at his little lusus. Poor Tinkerbull. So worried for him. "It's..." he managed painfully, "it's okay, Tink. I'm alive, an-and that's what's important." He rested his hand on the curve of his custodian's horn. "I'm gonna, uhh, I think I'll be all right." Tinkerbull's wings fluttered once, but he didn't move.

Tavros fumbled in his pocket for his communication device and tried not to think about the fact that his leg hadn't registered his fingers struggling against it at all. He drew it out and squinted painfully at it. Aradia. He had to talk to Aradia. She'd know what to do.

He paused, a finger still hovering over the red name. She hadn't come when he'd contacted her before. She must be really busy flarping if she couldn't even answer a text, and he didn't want to bother her if she was that into her game. Terezi too, same reason. Nepeta lived far away, but she knew a lot about games. Maybe she had some advice. He was afraid to even move. He was starting to tremble a little, partially from fear and partially from the cool sea breeze blowing in. Tinkerbell huddled closer, eyes closed, sharing his misery.

Tavros' shaking hand selected a name from the list and he began to type. It was harder than he'd thought it'd be, picking out those tiny little buttons in the right order, and it took all his focus. He didn't even realize the message had gone to the wrong friend until the reply came through. "HEY ASSHOLE, STOP PLAYING GAMES FOR GIRLS." He grimaced. God. He didn't trust himself to send another message. He lived too far away to send Tinkerbull for help, and even if he tried that, who'd pay any attention to the tiny lusus of a lowblood? Everything hurt down to the waist. He was getting cold, and he couldn't be sure but the trembling seemed to be getting worse.

He was out of ideas.

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1nfectdmushr00m

Re: tC/aT angst p2

from: 1nfectdmushr00m
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 04:43 pm (UTC)
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Gamzee clung tight to the back of the old sea goat, grinning widely even though it meant swallowing a little salt water every time he inhaled. He was too happy to care. It wasn't often that his lusus let him come along on ocean explorations, and he could tell they were just skimming the coast on purpose, but it was still so nice to have some quality time with his custodian. He was curious about the miracles that might be lurking out in the deep water, but he had been headbutted back onto the beach often enough to know the goat would never take him out that far. It was all good and chill. Even a little adventure like this was fine by him.

He stood up on the custodian's neck, holding onto his horns, and admired the coast whizzing by. They were coming up on a truly miraculous hive, a cozy place up on a hill with a spinny thing on top. He was so busy admiring that amazing whirlygig he nearly missed the clump of bright green lying on the beach below. He tugged back on his lusus' horns, causing him to slow down a bit, and steered him to shore. It looked like someone was napping on the sand, and he wanted to meet the crazy motherfucker brave enough to do that!

Gamzee's broad grin faltered a little as he realized that was no position to be sleeping in. The other troll's lusus flew up, head lowered, probably trying to protect his troll from the new arrival. He stopped just short of the high tide line, his smile fading completely. He'd recognize those horns anywhere.

"Tavros?"

It was him, all right. Tavros blinked, squinted, struggled to identify him. Gamzee knelt beside Tavros, looking a little blank as his slower mind struggled to reconcile this broken boy with the cheerful friend he'd had so many rap-offs with over Trollian.

"Gamzee. Thank god." Gamzee didn't like the sound of this, his friend's voice barely above a harsh whisper. He had to bend down a little to hear him over the tide. "I-I had an accident. Playing near the cliffs. There were these... these, uh, monsters, and..."

"Hey, hey, shit man. Don't be all talking right now."

He looked back up at the lusus he'd left floating patiently in the shallow water. What was he supposed to do? He didn't know how far they were from a medical assistance hive. He wasn't totally sure where he even was.

"Gamzee..."

Gamzee turned to Tavros again. His goat's blank stare hadn't been very helpful anyway. The other troll managed a feeble smile that Gamzee definitely didn't like.

"I don't think I can get up."

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1nfectdmushr00m

Re: tC/aT angst p3

from: 1nfectdmushr00m
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 05:22 pm (UTC)
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"Oh, fuckin' shit..."

Gamzee had never known just how isolated Tavros' hive really was, but he had plenty of time to appreciate it now. He took his friend's hand and had to struggle to keep a neutral expression on his face when he registered how cold and clammy it was. He vaguely remembered being told once that it was a bad idea to move an injured troll, and whoever had said it had been all kinds of harsh about it. Feeling sort of helpless, Gamzee lay down beside Tavros and put his arms around him, hoping that at least his body heat might help a little. Tavros put an arm around him too and closed his eyes, still in pain but immensely comforted.

He stayed with Tavros for a long time, holding him tighter when the shaking got bad, murmuring encouragement, making sure he didn't fall asleep out here. He wasn't totally sure but it seemed extremely important to keep Tavros awake. Tinkerbull hovered anxiously over the two of them, maybe trying to communicate, but Gamzee had no idea what the little lusus was saying.

He was the first to spot the pale glow, a white miracle of some sort hovering above the beach but moving at a speed that would put his lusus' swimming rate to shame. He sat up, keeping a hold of Tavros' hand, and stared in surprise as another friend arrived.

Aradia dropped out of flight. If she was surprised to see Gamzee, it didn't show. She knelt next to Tavros, looking at his pupils, asking the right questions even if he seemed a little too confused to answer, gently testing his limbs, doing all the helpful sort of stuff he hadn't known to do himself. "He doesn't think he can walk," Gamzee offered apologetically, "I wasn't all sure what a motherfucker's supposed to be about doing when shit hits the thresher, so I just stayed with him."

For a moment Aradia looked like she was about to say something out of anger, but she stopped herself. Gamzee was glad. He'd done his best, after all. And if she was going to get all rowdy on a brother, it was cool, but maybe it could wait until after this whole ugly scene was settled. "I... thank you, Gamzee."

The warm glow surrounded Tavros, and Aradia lifted him carefully into the air. A second later, her feet left the ground as well. Tinkerbull was quick to follow.

"We have to get him some real help now, but I think you did more than you realize. You may have saved his life."

Tavros smiled down at the clown and lifted his hand in a small wave before Aradia took off, rocketing somewhere inland. Gamzee stood on the beach, grinning a little and waving back until the pair was out of sight.

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OP

from: anonymous
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 08:47 pm (UTC)
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Oh... this was perfect. It tugged all my heartstrings. Thank you.

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rhiecakes

Re: tC/aT angst p3

from: rhiecakes
date: Aug. 7th, 2010 08:48 pm (UTC)
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Bawwwww <3
I love these two so much. ; v;

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Zuki

Re: tC/aT angst p3

from: zuki_san
date: Aug. 27th, 2010 07:02 pm (UTC)
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lovely.

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Re: tC/aT angst p3

from: elkianlionblood
date: May. 12th, 2011 06:22 pm (UTC)
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I think I'm going to go cry somewhere now...
This was really sweet though.

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