#perfectverse

Also update!! Parallel universe where Alan's still there and in Where's the Revolution!!

i’ve deleted “In A Perfect World” (and “One Knight’s Gift”) for personal reasons. Thank you all for your support, all the kudos, comments and bookmarks. I never expected that my first venture into homestuck fic writing with some trashy karkat<3<karkat would do so well. I really appreciate it and I’m so sorry I have to do this despite all your encouragement, enthusiasm and patience. 

Chapter 6

Author: codedredalert

(Read on Ao3)

Summary: Karkat<3<AU!Karkat fic where the meteor went poof into an AU where AU!Karkat is a limeblood and the beta trolls didn’t play the game and now the meteor people are prisoners with privileges on a threshecutioner ship run by AU!Karkat.

Warnings (this part specific): No SGRUB-Canon fusion AU, black romance,  limeblood Karkat, threshecutioner Karkat, attempted murder, blood, violence, stroife, poison, power imbalance, just terrible dubious things in general ahaha sorry

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You stood slowly, the halfblade edge following you up.

“Wait,” your hatchclone interrupted, standing too. “Dave, don’t. For once in your life drop the freighter you have for an ego andlisten to me.”

“Sweet of you Karkles,” the alien said, eyes still presumably on you. “But that ship has already left the port and was coasting out into the Pacific for a life of swashbuckling and swag. You’re just the last one to the party.”

“Dave fucking Strider I swear to gog if you even THINK of initiating strife, I will—”

“Relax,” he said, with a nod to you and not him. Definitely not letting you out of sight. “I’m not gonna turn older-more asshole-you into a shish kebab on the end of my shitty sword. I'm just gonna smack him around like the bitch he was til he gives up on killing your ass.”

“Dave,” Karkat said, and there was a desperate snarl-whine mixed in with all his fear. “Don’t be a fucking hero.”

He said ‘hero’ like a code and you’d let this go far enough.

this writing meme to help me get going with my wips

perfectverse inspiration???

what where how why did it happen idk i couldnt sleep and then idea?????

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Your name is Dave Strider and you were chilling in an alien space ship prisoner room when another you stumbles into the room. He holds onto the wall like he's about to faint and grits his teeth.

"Not looking too good there, hot stuff," you say, with dread sinking into your guts. You'd sworn off time-hopping back in Game.

I'm supposed to be doing work but I'm tired so clearly the solution is to go on tumblr instead of sleeping or doing work.

I thought it was about time to have some perfectverse on my tumblr. I should get around to doing proper tumblr posts for it.

It's a Karkat<3<AU!Karkat fic where the meteor went poof into an AU where AU!Karkat is a limeblood and the beta trolls didn't play the game and now the meteor people are prisoners with privileges on a threshecutioner ship run by AU!Karkat. 

Here's the fic on Ao3.

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One footstep, quick and piercing behind you. You threw yourself down and sideways, regaining your footing in a crouch.

The red alien’s hair, when backlit, was true lusus white. His shades were on, expressionless face towards you and the jagged edge of his half-blade aimed in your direction. He had an honest-to-god cape, proper blood red, with squares cut out of the bottom edge.

“Hey snookums,” Dave Strider said, flat. “You’re messing with the wrong bitch.” .

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You stood slowly, the halfblade edge following you up.

“Wait,” your hatchclone interrupted, standing too. “Dave, don’t. For once in your life drop the freighter you have for an ego and listen to me.”

“Sweet of you Karkles,” the alien said, eyes still presumably on you. “But that ship has already left the port and is coasting out into the Pacific for a life of swashbuckling and swag. You’re just the last one to the party.”

“Dave fucking Strider I swear to gog if you even THINK of initiating strife, I will—”

“Relax,” he said, with a nod to you and not him. Definitely not letting you out of sight. “I’m not gonna turn future-you into a shish kebab on the end of my shitty sword.”

“Dave,” Karkat says, and there’s a desperate snarl-whine mixed in with all his fear. “Don’t be a fucking hero.”

He says ‘hero’ like a code and you’ve let this go far enough.

You grab your specibus.

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Here's the fic on Ao3.