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Apr. 13th, 2016 | 10:25 pm

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.

IF YOU ARE POSTING AN IMAGE ANONYMOUSLY:
Use this code instead of a regular img src tag to make it appear on the page. You no longer need to link your fanart!





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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 12:27 am (UTC)
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...I feel the need for this to happen. Like, soon.

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Re: Blood Transfusion

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 01:43 am (UTC)
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Anyone see a use to writing this?

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 02:16 am (UTC)
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...I. I am tempted to try this if you still want this fic OP.

I cannot promise good but I think I have a way to start it, so.

It will probably end up shameless fluff though.

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Re: Jade/Karkat

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 02:22 am (UTC)
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...If I wrote this now, it would be compliant with recent canon and therefore angsty as all hell.

If angsty fluff appeals I guess I could have a go at it?

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from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
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That sounds positively delicious, I'd love to see someone fill this, even though I'm not sure how the Kanaya part would work. o.O

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Re: Blood Transfusion

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 03:58 pm (UTC)
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To see how someone like Equius reacts when he wakes up with brown blood?

It could be fun.

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Karkat<3/<>Kanaya

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 20th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
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I don't see this nearly enough and their conversations tend to be some of the most natyural in canon. Something with these two would be greatly appreciated.

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There isn't enough Dave<3< Karkat

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
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Not nearly enough.

So just a random scenario which Karkat and Dave have to talk and HATE the HECK out of each other.

...With some wierd alien flirting going on.

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string along the pieces 1/??

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 07:09 am (UTC)
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They are nearing the end of their session, and Kanaya is genuinely concerned.

From the various conversations she's had with everyone else, it seemed the strain of the whole adventure was starting to take its toll on everyone. Whenever she spoke with Terezi, her textual-cackling seemed less energetic as usual, and she had caught her several times ending conversations early with just a 'GOTT4 GO, BY3 K4N4Y4.' Even the rare instances where she and Vriska had contacted each other, the usually scheming girl seemed unmotivated to pester her.

No one else is more fatigued, however, than Karkat, and this is an obvious fact when she sees him appear in her current land through one of the gates and promptly fall in the dirt.

She quickly makes her way to him, and kneels down to help him up before she only barely dodges an unsuspecting slice from one of his sickles. Kanaya suppresses a hiss as she jabs at a cut at her shoulder, the jade blood staining her fingers.

"F-fucking imps, I'm already dead enough, little bastards..." Karkat makes a move to pull himself up, but only fails and remains panting on the ground.

"I do not believe I am an imp of any sort, nor do I believe I am a 'bastard', as you say," Kanaya responds primly, having crawled back next to him and taking a hold of his weapon-wielding hands.

From his position on the floor, Karkat's bright yellow eyes immediately flash open and he angles his head so he can eye her critically. "Kanaya?"

She smiles a bit and nods before gently moving his limp body over to recline on a nearby slab of stone. "Shh Karkat, you should not be speaking right now. There is no need to expel any more energy than what is necessary."

He gives her an indescribable look for a few more seconds before silently closing his eyes and allowing her to tend to his wounds and cuts. There are a frightening amount of them, and Kanaya takes out several bandages and oils from her modus.

There is calmness for a long stretch of time as she soundlessly dabs at each and every cut with her hand-made calming oils, Karkat's body too remote and exhausted to flinch in pain whenever she pat at the injuries with a handkerchief. Then, abruptly, Karkat jumps up and shoves her roughly away, backing up against the stone almost frantically before moving backwards to the side. His breathing is shallow and his eyes dart at her shakily as he grips at his forearms.

Kanaya is stunned at this, and it is only after a minute that she exhales a breath of air and her shoulders are no longer tense. Karkat is still a few feet away, a wild and agitated look in his eyes.

"...Is there something you would like to say?" She eventually says, each word stated carefully.

Karkat doesn't reply for a while, and Kanaya almost expects him to ignore the question before she hears him whisper, "You saw, didn't you?"

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, and it isn't until she follows Karkat's eyes to the piece of cloth in her hands that she realizes that it was now darkly tinted with a vibrant, unusual shade of red. She blinks.

Oh.

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string along the pieces 2/??

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 07:11 am (UTC)
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Kanaya is still gazing incredulously at her hands when Karkat shuffles clumsily to his feet and attempts a fumbling run in the opposite direction, before she says a sharp "Stop." and raises her head to stare at his back.

He freezes mid-step, and turns his head around to stare at her almost fearfully. He was like an animal, trembling and unsure whether or not to risk it and just flee. Kanaya doesn't relent and merely points down to the spot in front of her with a blunt "Come here."

She doesn't know if he'll actually obey her order, as he was the leader after all, but she is pleasantly surprised when he wheels completely in her direction, and makes the solemn trek back to her.

Karkat stops exactly where she is pointing, and gradually goes on his knees in front of her, eyes hidden by his messy bangs. Her tight look softens, and motions for him to lay his head in her lap.

"What?!" He finally snaps after a moment, his eyes flicking up at her in fuming bafflement. "Look, Kanaya--"

"Sit," she replies firmly, her voice daring him to object. "You require the rest, Karkat. We cannot go on with a weakened leader."

He flushes a little at actually being referred as such and quietly grumbles to himself as he makes his head comfortable on her lap. She easily ignores this and settles back on fixing up his scratches, humming one of her lullabies and sometimes dragging a hand through the knots of his black hair.

Karkat doesn't say anything for a while, and only displays a reaction when Kanaya fetches out a large jar filled with exotic flowers and proceeds to pull some out, the strong, foreign scent still fresh.

"What the hell is that?"

Kanaya touches the petals of a electrically-blue lily with tenderness, and withdraws more out of the glass jar. "They're flowers I picked from back home. I felt that they had too much sentimental value to just simply be left to wilt, so I brought them with me."

Karkat swats at her hands when he feels her place a few neatly into his hair and begin to form a crown. "Sorry Kanaya, but I don't want any of your goddamn flora filling my head up with their crazy-ass scents."

"Oh, but they possess a multitude of calming effects. I'm sure you'll grow to like them, I promise."

He only scoffs back at her, and allows her to string some more into the ring around his head.

It is only after she feels his body relax and slightly rise with easy breaths of air that she lowers her lips beside his ear, and whispers warmly,

"Silly, to think as if your blood color would make any difference to me..."

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Re: string along the pieces 2/??

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 12:59 pm (UTC)
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awww...

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Re: Jade/Karkat

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
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Do it!

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This is terribly OOC

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 03:59 pm (UTC)
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Using that prompt, I tried being Karkat from pre-SGRUB

and failed.

here's the saved log: http://bit.ly/fg0vlW

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A note on alt-bloodlines

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 21st, 2011 07:32 pm (UTC)
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You know what would be a really creative way to write an alt-bloodline? All the colors are set up like we're used to, gray, maroon, brown, all the way up to the Empress's color. But in a dramatic reveal, the gray text isn't hiding mutant red. That troll is reluctant aristocracy, perhaps, or a low-but-normal blood hoping to come across as higher than they are. One of the other trolls is really the mutant blood, who scammed their way into a properly colored sign through identity theft or being adopted by a grieving lusus of another color, who gives the mutant their former charge's possessions, or some kind of prince-and-pauper deal.

Of course, the reveal would be completely ruined if it were posted in response to this, so... just keep it in mind, guys? I wish I were talented enough to write it myself.

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Limos and Loud Music [1/?]

from: anonymous
date: Mar. 22nd, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
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John had Face/Off cued up on the DVD player and was just getting the tub of ice cream out from the freezer when the doorbell rang.

He didn't hurry to open it because he hadn't been expecting anyone, but when the door opened to reveal Dave standing on his front step in an immaculately pressed red velvet suit, he almost dropped his ice cream.

"Da—you—I mean—you were s-serious when you said—"

"A Strider is always completely serious, Egbert. Now c'mon, get your ass out of those pajamas and let's go. I'm not made of time over here."

"But I—" John's mind juggled the many questions he had before settling on one: "I don't have a suit. I kinda, uh. Wasn't really planning to. Um."

"Yeah, no shit Egbert, that's why I rented you one. It should fit, I asked your dad."

"You, you asked my—"

"No time, party's about to start and I didn't fly halfway across the country to not take my long-distance internet boyfriend to prom. Now get in the limo."

"Dave—" John paused, unsure of what to say. "Is this ironic?"

"This shit's more ironic than your puny goober brain can even begin to fathom. It's the irony of the fucking century. Our children's children will look back on it and shed a single tear, knowing that they will never, ever be this ironic. Now get in the car."

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