Hello, friend! I couldn't help but wonder if you're going to finish the Triggering Love story?? (Haha, it's so hard to find SolKri fanfiction, you know?)
Probably not :( I'm not as much as a homestuck fan as I used to be, and sometimes it takes me a while to plan out/draft my stories. I really do hope I'll get around to finishing it, but I have a feeling it won't be now or anytime soon. I'm sorry TT^TT
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No, but I'm working on another fic that will kind of continue the story (I'm not sure yet). It's going to be the opposite to Risen though, since this will be a blackrom fic.
(A/N: Slight trigger warning for death, but it's just a sentence or two of mentioning it)
The pros of being banished to hell was that it was always warm. So during the bitter winters above, when cold snowstorms whipped across the land, Vriska stayed under and hid in her appointed hell room.
People would think that hell was always hot; fire would always be burning, there was always pain and torture, and the screams of the wicked were heard. Well, tough luck. Hell was far from that! When Vriska had been dragged down, all she saw were dead bodies and plant life. There was the occasional soul that wandered around, but other then that, hell was just an empty place. She was surprised that most people decided to be a bunch of goodie-two-shoes, anyways. Hell wasn't that bad.
The cons of being in hell is that it's boring. If souls were able to die multiple times, then Vriska could've died a dozen times out of boredom. Couldn't Satan have made a rec room or something? Maybe put a swimming pool somewhere? Or maybe a movie theater?
Many, many times, because of boredom, Vriska has crawled out of hell to wander around earth or heaven. Now, what you're thinking is that souls bound to hell would only be dragged back, right? Dear reader, hell was just a place where the wicked lived. It was like a home. The souls of hell could come and go as they pleased. This, Vriska did plenty of times.
Once upon a time, God had banished Lucifer from heaven. He was sent to hell to rot, to be with Satan. Most people would argue over the fact that Lucifer is Satan himself; the lord of the underworld never answered Vriska's question no matter how much she pestered, and so she gave up.
There no rules for the souls of heaven and hell, other then to not interfere with the living, unless the souls in heaven had been assigned as an angel to guide or a guardian angel to protect. Oh, the other downside of living in hell was that they didn't give you a job to do. Someone had already been given the title as Grim Reaper.
Grim Reaper. The current one, the one that was to be Grim Reaper for all of eternity, was a soul named Sollux. He seemed alright, but Vriska ignored him most of the time. He was always dressed in a black robe and holding a huge scythe that the soul would kill to have. Sollux, when holding it though, kinda scared Vriska.
One day, just as the first bud on earth was slowly waking up and the bears were groggily blinking their eyes open, Vriska pushed her way out of the cold frost-covered ground and into the cool morning air. That's another downside of being in hell; whenever you want to get out, you have to dig your way out. People always think that hell is a million miles down, maybe in the center of the earth, when in reality, hell is actually a couple thousand feet below the living's feet. After wandering around the warm area during the winter, Vriska has found five mine shafts that connects hell to the surface. Well, technically she found holes where the scent of snow had wafted into Satan's domain, and dug upwards, finding the end of the abandoned mine shaft half an hour later.
Crawling through a hole just a while away from Vriska's hell hole, she punches the dirt in front of her, desperate to get out of the now too warm place.
Vriska paws and grabs handfuls of dirt, slowly digging and digging her way out. She could have taken an easier way out, which was a giant hole with rocky ledges where a soul could climb out. It was starting to erode with time and wear from the invisible force as a soul pushed their way up, though. Digging her way out was the safer option.
Vriska's long hair was starting to get in the way, and she was grateful that hell provided a woman with the proper items for her needs. She ties her hair up in one swift movement and resumes the tedious task of pawing at the damp dirt.
Finally, finally, she breaks through the thin crust and pops her head out of he ground. No mortal was awake at this hour. If memory served, it was maybe March or April, probably a weekday. Vriska sniffed the air. It smelled cold and Vriska couldn't remember anything from it.
The soul climbed out of the hole and realized that it was near the portal that every dead person used to get from heaven to earth or earth to heaven. It was a large and tall building, but as long as it had an elevator, it was the key to getting to heaven.
Vriska brushed the dirt and grime off her distressed jeans and skull t-shirt, slowly making her way to the building. As she phased past the glass doors and stepped into the lobby, she noticed the footsteps of the dead children with their muddy footprints. She shakes her head.
Phasing into the elevator, she examines the selection of buttons for a second. She pushes number forty-six, and the elevator flies up. Vriska pushes another button, and then another. The elevator lurches up and down, and after pressing another button, the door finally opens to reveal white. Vriska steps out of the elevator, happily soaking in the warm sunshine heaven has to offer.
Hopefully, Kanaya was waiting for her in the Garden of Just. And if Vriska was lucky enough, then Terezi was there, too.
Terezi was titled as Judge. Souls who had arrived from purgatory went to her so she could judge whether they went to heaven or hell. Most of the time she was busy, so Vriska never saw her.
Vriska set herself at a pace, going at a brisk walk and then into a run.
It seemed like eternity before she reached the Garden. Kanaya was siting on stone bench, picking the petals off a flower. Her wings were out, and as Vriska approached, she could see the light glinting off the cream-colored wings.
"Kanaya!" Vriska slowed down to a jog as the angel looked up. She smiled and waved, and Vriska waved back.
Kanaya was a guardian angel. Yes, Vriska had befriended a guardian angel. Even though Vriska was a spirit that lived in the underworld, she still somehow managed to become best friends with a guardian angel.
And lucky for her, her sister wasn't there.
"Vriska," Kanaya says as she gets up. Her arms extend as far as her wings and she gives the soul a bear huge. "It's been a while! How are you?"
Vriska chuckles. "Fine. Hell is still boring, as always. How about you?"
Kanaya gestures to the stone bench and they both sit down. "I've been busy. The person I'm supposed to protect is quite a handful. Clever, witty, and coy, and is formal, too."
"Sounds very interesting," Vriska says with a yawn.
Kanaya laughs. "Rose isn't that bad. She's interesting if you get to know her better."
"But all you do is watch her. You don't actually get to talk to her," the long-haired girl points out.
"Oh, but we actually have a way of communicating."
"With Ouija boards?"
Kanaya scoffs. "Very funny. No, I just kind of use her computer and we have long conversations is all."
"Okay. Hey, how's my sister doing? Is she still a Judge?" Vriska plucks a flower and twirls it around.
"She takes her job very seriously. You know, I don't understand why you two hate each other so much. I know being siblings is hard sometimes, but I honestly thought that siblings would fight on occasion, not until they died."
Vriska sighed. "We have our differences and stuff. I don't know why we even fought in the first place, but I remember being so angry with her one night and we just...I killed her, and then I killed myself. And we still fight. It's getting kind of tiring, actually."
A small ding is heard, and Kanaya looks at her watch. "Rose is waking up. I have to go. I'm sorry the meeting is so short. Meet me again at four AM tomorrow?" Vriska nods and Kanaya smiles.
"Wait, take this." Vriska tucks the flower behind Kanaya's ear.
The guardian angel smiles. "Thank you," she says, kissing Vriska's cheek and vanishing in white smoke. A single cream-colored feather floats to the ground and Vriska picks it up, twirling it in her fingers.
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Mituna took a bite of his toast that dripped honey. I frowned as more of the sweet, golden drops slowly dripped onto the clean marble counter. I took a napkin that was sitting near him and wiped away the mess and quickly went to get a plate before more honey was on the clean counter top. “Hey, KK?” Mituna licked his fingers and took a bite of his food. “Do you think mini Cake Cake is okay?”
I put a plate under Mituna’s hands just as honey began to pool in it. “It’s ‘KK’, Mituna. The first letter in kite and Karkat. Say it with me. Kay,” Mituna took his pinkie out of his mouth. “Cake,” he replied. I sighed. “Cake does not begin with a K, Mituna. It begins with a C.” Teaching and correcting Mituna had become a habit for me now; sometimes the boy refused to acknowledge some things, though, educational or not. Like how cake began with a C, or his shirt was on backwards or the fact that we dated once upon a time but we broke up because we both realized that the relationship wasn’t working out that well and we had suddenly grown fond of each other’s little brothers. Most of the time, though, Mituna acted like he was stupid just so that other kids wouldn’t pick on him at school. (He still gets bullied and picked on and the only reason why we could eat in peace nowadays is because of Cronus’ appearance. I think the reason why he sits at our table and says that he’s protecting us is because he has a thing for me.) The kid was a genius in his own way, though. Even if what he said was odd or a opinion of his didn’t make much sense, it made much sense to Mituna. He was wise in his own way.
“Answer the question, KK,” Mituna demanded. I sighed. “I think Karkat is fine. Why do you ask?” Mituna blinked at me through his bangs. He really needed a haircut, but he claims that he likes it the way it is. “I dunno. He—his face, it always turns red. Is he sick?” I chuckled. Is my little brother in love? With who, I wonder? “What is it?” Mituna asked. I shook my head, but grinned. “Nothing,” I replied. I think I might have to go have the Talk with him after dinner. Maybe he is in love?
(A/N: there's implied sexy times with the opposite sex and drinking in this one shot, so turn back now if you aren't comfortable with it. There's no smut in here too, so sorry to those that were looking for smut your virgin eyes will stay virgins)
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Hi yes this is Kar. Sorry if I haven't updated my blog, but I'm still alive and spamming my followers with things as usual. School is almost back in session, though. Only a few more weeks, so that means I won't update much. (I don't write many fics to begin with, but you know what I mean.) Been busy with life, yada yada blah blah. Anywho, I have a few new one shots and a drabble that have been written a week or few days ago.
But yeah, thank you for following me and please message me if there's something I forgot to tag, if you want a request fic written for you or some tips on how I can improve my writing skills c:
"Did you do something to wake him up?" It almost sounded like the shorter man was snarling. Almost.
"All I did was ask his sleeping body if there was any more AJ in the fridge." Karkat stopped to glare at Dave."What? There's nothing bad with craving something in the morning. Hell, all I know is that you crave Egbert's ass at eight in the morning too!"
"Oh my god, Strider. That is the most embarrassing thing I've heard from you," He covered his face with his hands. "I swear that I don't! I mean yeah, don't get me wrong, John's plush ass rump is great and all, but—" Dave noticed John walking to his own class. He waved, and the black-haired man waved back.
"Yeah, go on?"
Karkat groaned. "You know what? I'm done with you and your bullshit." With that, Karkat quickly walked to his class that he unfortunately had to share with Dave.
Class was boring. Today the teacher babbled about proper grammar. Dave hated grammar. Hella Jeff and Sweet Bro was just fine, even if the spelling was horrible. It was intentional after all. After English was History. History was just as boring as English, but at least all the teacher talked about was the cause and effects of wars and the like.
"Hey, I'm back. Did you fall asleep in class again?" Dave pushed the door closed with his butt and dropped his bag and keys onto the nearby counter.
"Almost." Sollux was lying on the couch and playing a video game.
"Mortal Combat? Dude, that game is as old as your fucking grandma." Dave sat down on Sollux's stretched legs and grabbed his controller that was on the coffee table. The other man grunted and pulled his legs from under Dave and rested them on his lap. "Dude, stop that's gay."
"Your gay. You were homo for John the last time I checked." Sollux was shot a glare from Dave. He laughed. The blonde pushed the others legs off so that Sollux was in an awkward position. He sat up.
"Hey, I bet that I can beat you. I've been honing my Mortal Combat skills since last time."
Sollux grinned. "Fine. What's the prize, though?"
Dave pushed his shades up so they were perched atop his head. This was one of the only times Dave would show his eyes to his roommate. It was the sign that Dave was confident enough. "Ten bucks and a week's worth of AJ."
Sollux groaned. "Fine."'
Half an hour later, after much swearing and teasing each other, Dave finally managed to win. He shot a victorious grin at Sollux, who only glared and pulled out his wallet and slapped down ten dollars on the coffee table. "I'll buy the apple juice tomorrow." He muttered and quickly absconded to his bedroom. Dave pulled out his cellphone and pestered John. (Nine years and he stilled used Pesterchum.)
--turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 13:51--
TG: yo just beat captors ass in mortal combat
TG: prize was 10 bucks and weeks worth of apple juice
EB: hahaha! nice going.
EB: i can never beat sollux in mortal combat for whatever reason.
EB: maybe because he's just so cool?
EB: or "sugoi", like you say.
TG: that's my bro, not me
TG: hes the anime freak here
EB: hehehe, whatever!
EB: so what was it you and karkat were talking about this morning? if you don't mind me asking.
TG: you know
TG: the usual
EB: no, i don't know.
TG: asses
TG: your ass in particular
EB: oh, uh
EB: i suddenly remembered something
EB: see you.
--ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 14: 36--
"God dammit, Sollux! Give me back my phone! What are you doing?! What are you telling Egbert?! CAPTOR!" Sollux giggled. Wow, that wasn't very manly but who cares. He certainly didn't at this point.
"Here you go. That was a bit of revenge." Sollux dropped Dave's phone on the couch and ran back to his room. A quick read of what Sollux did and he was already trying to strangle the other.
~-~-~-~
"Are you sure your okay, Sollux? You almost fainted." Aradia applied some ointment and band aids to some scratches that Dave dealt on him. He winced but nodded.
"That's what you get." Dave muttered.
"You two are so childish sometimes! Every time you guys get into a fight I need to get here before you can both rip each other in half!"
Sollux hugged Aradia. The two men both apologized. After Aradia had left, they didn't talk to each other until the day Sollux brought Dave the promised apple juice.
Faygo bottles littered the room where the Juggalo hung out when everyone was awake. When they were asleep somewhere, he wandered about the meteor like a ferocious meowbeast looking for its next meal.
During the "night" the Libra would sneak out sometimes to see the other. It became a bad habit soon and before she knew it, she was addicted to the way the purple blood shouted at her, how he would take a sloppy drink and spill some soda on himself, the way he talked and, she was disgusted at herself for even admitting it, the truth about her. The truth about how Terezi Pyrope wasn't blind anymore, didn't have the memories of her dragon lusus, and worse of all, the regret. Terezi hated it the most.
The Juggalo narrowed his eyes at the once-blind girl. "I know your secrets, sis. I KNOW YOU BETTER THAN YOU KNOW YOURSELF!" his echo bounced off of the dull metal walls and soon faded, but his voice kept ringing in Terezi's ears even though they were gone.
This was one of the times that Gamzee was in one of his moods; that one mood that could make even the bravest Alternian hero cower in fear. This was that one mood where he was very close to another culling spree, and one of the worst one yet, unless Karkat still survived from it.
But they weren't moirails anymore; unless somebody else wanted to be their savior, they were all dead.
Usually, though, the teal blood would let Gamzee scream at her until he finally calmed down to just normal shouting and making Terezi feel like a piece of shit. That was what he did best. Gamzee suddenly smirked. "Let's get wasted. Drink all the motherfuckin' Faygo we want until you have to go. Hang out in the horn pile and maybe have some sloppy makeouts. Sound good to you?" his voice was deep and husky and Terezi could detect a hint of lust in it, too. The smirk on the Juggalo's face never disappeared until the Libra finally nodded her head.
"Great," was all he said and tossed Terezi a couple Faygo bottles.
The next day, as Terezi lay awake on the cold metal floor of whatever room she stumbled in after drinking Faygo until she passed out, she recalled the previous night and couldn't help but regret it and everything she did. Getting wasted while thinking about your piece of shit life sure numbed it, but it never made it better nor make it go away.
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