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So the setting is a kidstuck. It is Christmastime, and widdle gamzee and widdle nepeta are in the same kindergarten class.
their class is having a christmas party, and nepeta notices that gamzee is smiley, but kind of huddling in the corner and not participating. she can't have that, it's christmas, so she digs out one of the little baggies her mama helped her put together for her classmates full of all kinds of goodies and approaches him with a big ole smile. she hands him the baggie, tells him "merry christmas", and skips off
later she sees gamzee munching on the snacks and he smiles with a mouth full of chocolate when he sees her next, and scurries out of his corner to tell her thank you. she grabs his wrist and drags him into the festivities, and he is kind of stiff and uncomfortable but then he loosens up.
as they are leaving to get on the bus to go home gamzee pulls her aside and gives her a play-doh kitty cat he made in arts and crafts time. she loves it and smooches his cheek. he turns all red and splutters and they walk to the bus holding hands.
just some jadekat fluff for my poor sick matesprit. edges a little too close to pale and has WAY too much worldbuilding but w/e. hope you feel better ,babe. <3
Your name is Karkat Vantas and this is proving to be a bigger problem than you thought.
To cut to the chase, the game ended, you were all dumped on a planet that seems to have an indigenous and modern human-troll population, and you all decided to relocate to an island in the middle of nowhere because society is hard. You knew it was going to be difficult to assimilate back in, but you hadnât counted on waking daymares and night terrors and a host of other physical and psychological problems among your cohort. The game was violent. Your home world was worse. All however-many of you there are now are suffering.
 You made it work because youâre still the leader; twelve extra trolls and four extra humans donât change that. The laboratory and mansion from either Jade or Jakeâs days is still there, and thatâs home base, but the group has more or less spread out. You are quelling fights and cramming knowledge down ignorance chutes daily. You are exhausted. You are always irritable about something.
 And thereâs no sopor on this world, so you have to fight your own serving of bad dreams alone.
 Well, not totally alone.
 You sleep in Jadeâs bed.
 With her in it.
 Just sleep, because you donât even want to think about anything more (that is a lie, you think about it literally all the time), but itâs not really sleep. She sleeps. She sleeps deeply and hard, like Vriska put her out again. You listen to the sounds of the jungle and the wild lusus-creatures crying out in the night and now and then some very real screams from someone waking up with a nightmare, and you tremble like a wiggler. You sweat and you toss and you turn and you ache for Crabdad and your âcupe and your old life. You miss being six sweeps and stupid, without a care in the world, without a single clue what being a real leader is about. You tried approaching one of the crab figures, but it hissed and snapped at you. You will deny all accounts of you locking yourself in a spare ablutions block and crying for a solid fifteen minutes.
 Sometimes, when you are less a neurotic mess, you watch Jade sleep. You donât really know why she lets you sleep in here. She seems to think she sleeps better with you around, and you kind of wish you could say the same, but between snarling at imaginary dangers and watching her face and the slope of her shoulder, you are lucky to grab a few winks. You nap pretty heavily whenever youâre able to snag Gamzee out of his self-imposed flagellation and jam a little, but youâre making very little headway on that front too and youâre just soâsoâtired.
 Between fighting off rabid monsters and being the village two-wheeled platonic ashen device day in and day out, the night you more or less lose it is a frightful one.
 Itâs just a cricket. Just a little bug that ran too hard into the window. But you were on the verge of drowsing and now you are wide awake and snarling in a way thatâs too adult, too feral. Your teeth are bared and your throatbox is vibrating and you are ready to rip and tear and kill and protect because you lost too much in the game and too much is going wrong now andâ
 And you are derailed by your horn being rubbed. You look down mid-growl and see Jade, blinking blearily and unsmilingly up at you, her hand slowly winding in your hair and caressing the sensitive base of your horn. You kind of go limp after just a few seconds.
 âSssshhhh,â she murmurs, in imitation of a shoosh that should make you furious but really just makes you even more tired. âIt was just a bug.â
 You try to articulate that it might not be just a bug, but both her hands are in your hair and she is guiding you back under the blankets and closer towards her. Your head is pillowed in her chest without you realizing it. Your throatbox is still vibrating, but with purring this time. You havenât purred in yearsâsweepsâwhatever, not since the last time you and Gamzee honestly jammed it out. You miss him, and you wish he would stop trying to punish himself so hard because in the end it wasnât entirely his fault and guuuuh that feels good.
 Jade keeps making little soothing sounds and keeps one hand in your hair close to your horns, the other hand tracing over your face and your shoulders and you are limp and also aroused, how did that happen. She kisses the tip of your nose.
 âItâs all gonna be okay,â she says, and you wish you could believe her, but you canât bring yourself to just yet. You just drag yourself up and aim for her mouth, but then she touches a certain spot on your left horn and just sort of collapse instead, bonking your face on her jaw and letting out a really embarrassing chirp. Her giggles are deep in her chest and make your cheeks heat.
 âNotâwhat I meant to do,â you grunt, and she kisses your forehead this time, her hand moving away from your horns and down. Youâve lost track of her other handâthere it is, helping to roll you over on your own side of the bed. You breathe out a deep sigh as she sits up a little above you, and you kind of loll your head against her chest and try to curl up around her as her warmth and softness and callused edges surround you.
 âGo to sleep,â she says, and her voice sounds far away. âWeâll figure tomorrow out tomorrow. Sleep.â
 You yawn and drop into dreams. Good dreams, this time, pleasant, full of color and your own wiggler laughter and Crabdadâs screeches.
 You dream, and remember, the smell of Jadeâs hair with you the whole time.
im tryin homie. last night sucked. thank you for caring, ily a lot <3
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//hugs tightly
//curls up w/ you in a blanket and hot chocolate. let's watch a movie
halcyonsmonolith replied to your post â.â
Uhm, you okay, ma'am? I'm here if you need any help! ^^
i was not okay but thank you for asking and thankyou for offering to help and i couldn't get on skype when i was feelin blegh but hopefully i can message you next time
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Abs sweetie. I know I haven't ever messaged you before but I want you to know that if you want to rant to a totally open and new person I'm hear to listen. Your blogs always makes me happy so I'd like to help return to favor.
i rly rly appreciate you takin' time to message me bcas even thouh it was basically impossible for me to feel better you made the lil logic part of my brain that was apparently in hiding happy, so thankyou dear <3 i will try to talk to you when i feel bluhghghh but sometimes thats hard. il your blog too <333Â
just thank all of you for caring and being nice to me and i just feel so lucky to know such nice people and it rly means so much. and if i forgot anyone im sorry, i'm abserntminded
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So, Sherlockbound as a series is now over, at least with big fic (probably).
This is the official THANK post, and it could be longish, so bear with me:
First and foremost, to all my lovely readers. There are more of you than I could ever have possibly imagined, and that is AWESOME. I cherish all of you and hope you all have beautiful lives.
Secondly, to Splickedylit and Toastyhat, for the beautiful art and the covers (STILL CANNOT EVEN DEAL) and for generally being incredible and talented people who somehow like my brainbaby.
Thirdly, to Shalah and Sam, two friends and readers who have helped me a lot over the course of this series and helped me hammer out a lot of kinks.
Fourthly, again, gotta give props to my readers, because I look back on the comments and the reblogs and spend my time flailing and squealing because how is this my life. I've actually made friends with some of you, which is a big deal, and if I had the energy to name all of you I would. But I can't and I don't and just oh my gosh big internet group hug okay. To the bloggers and the anons and the writers and the artists, this is me onstage crying and fanning my face and shrieking "You like it! You actually like it!"
