You spent all night with Adhafera and Karkat. You gave her all of the time you could to let her rest and prepare, but he’s close now. You can hear him from the surface, shifting the rocks. The crumbling sounds like breaking bones, and haunts your while you try to force yourself to get some sleep. You will be in no position to face your donor should he come now, when you are restless.
You’ve ordered all of the guard to the perimeter of the grounds, preventing him from just breaking through or climbing over a wall so easily, but you want to protect their lives. The guard, it should be said, have been scarce. You know that you sent a large portion of them away with your family or the staff, but those who are left, well...you imagine there must be deserters, because you’ve hardly seen hide or hair of them.
Those still doing their damn jobs are not to engage if they can absolutely avoid it, and simply alert you. Not that you know it yet, but that signal will never, ever come.
While you are in your bed, hoping that you have done the best you could showing your beloved daughter where you will station her to be most effective and the passages she can escape into to lose pursuers, the front gate opens. Several armored vans roll in and pull around to the main entrance. Out of the front steps a tall, older troll, somewhere close to seven feet tall, scarred hard across his face, and violet eyed. He sneers like he’s trying to be sexy about it as he slings his rifle over his body and points the barrel downward to the ground, a legendary laser-sniper that he’s going to be passing as an inheritance to his offspring, a “close friend” of the crown prince, and if he does not kill the brat today, then he is sure that his dear Eridan, of whom he is so proud, will finish the job for him while he helps his king to rebuild the empire to its former glory.
His leather boots crunch in the gravel, and the guards gathered outside all salute him at attention; he commands respect among them. The grand door to the great hall of the imperial palace is opened, a hundred pairs of boots march in.
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Maybe a third of the guard are still loyal to you, but not the two outside of your door, and when the razing of your home begins, you only know because you smell the smoke when they - Treven, Cirric - burst in to take you captive.
The pain of being shot is familiar to you, and barely slows you down, even catching you in your side as it has. Due to your mutant-strong chitin, the bullet doesn’t have the strength to leave your body even at such a close range, but the guns your guard are equipped with don’t really have that much stopping power to begin with.
You do not agonize as you hurl one of your axes, and it finds its place stuck into Treven’s neck, just above his collar. Icy indigo gushes from him, and before he collapses, he shoots twice more, exploding your pillow and your mattress. Your beautiful bed frame that you already had to replace extremely recently after some anon nonsense becomes splinters, but as you dive into your walk-in closet and shove the little rack where you keep your secret booze aside, you hardly mourn it. You lock the door, but it buckles as Cirric throws his body against it. You tear up the carpet and squeeze into a tunnel that was certainly not meant for your enormous, molted body. Of all the places to be, here is not one of them - you have to get to Karkat’s room and make sure that he’s safe.
You don’t make it. An explosion above you collapses the tunnel that you were taking, and you change route abruptly. If not Karkat, then you have to get Mituna. This route is not interrupted.
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When Kannus’s bloodied hand breaks the surface, it is grasped by a larger one in a heavy glove. His grip is iron instantly, then a beartrap, then a press, but rather than be crushed in that grip, shattered, the hand simply pulls hard, and the small, enraged fireblood is surfaced in a shower of shifting stone. He swings out blind like a rabid animal with his free hand the second he’s above ground, but finds himself standing steady upon a hastily-placed rough platform, and sunshades are passed to him. He shoves them on his face and looks up into that of the troll who pulled him up.
“Ah,” he says, understanding but purely, flatly unapologetic. “Cronus, you made it at last. You almost had me thinking you’d show your belly to Kankri like that wretched son of Gabrel’s.”
“Never, Your Majesty,” he says with full reverence, like the red he had placed his bets on had not just tried to break him and kill him, and kneels before him with head bowed, trusting him completely. For this, he is rewarded; Kannus does not kill him, or any of the soldiers stood behind him - instead, it is Kankri’s guard he turns upon with a roar of “Cowards!!” and falls upon trolls much larger than he with fury. Some of the new ‘faithful’ flinch badly or even whimper when the screams begin, but they had their orders, and do not move while Kannus eats his fill of the lives of those who had not freed him earlier.
Kannus is beholden to no plan that other trolls had made for them...but he kills only a few. He is dripping with olive, purple, and cerulean, but to those who had not run when the slaughter had begun, he bares his teeth and bids,
“Follow me.” And limps toward the palace. He snaps his fingers at Cronus when he rises to join, the sound muted and pathetic because his fingers are too slick to make the noise proper. To him, he says, “Go ahead of me.”
Boots pound and weapons click and rattle as Cronus and a few of his rebels take the order, and run ahead.
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> Gamzee is over there, asleep. You’re over here, awake, because the light will wake him up. Also the clicking. You don’t know how to make your keys stop clicking every time you press them. He has the grubs, and his curly hair spills over the little sleeping annex’s ledge. It’s like, a weird corner situation, instead of being the width of the trailer like you think it ought to be. The grubs nest in his hair, pressed together and snoring softly.> They’re the kind of art that revives eras. Your heart swells.
> Iron you can imagine getting too warm on these beaches, but machines are not meant to be cold, either. When he leaves his session, you want to take him somewhere moonlit and crystalline until he thinks he can stand the sight of sand or sun again. You need to hold him, but his game terrifies you away from visiting as often as you want.> He’s beautiful, and an important part of your life.
> Moira’s...an iffy boyfriend, if only because Moira prefers the ‘It’ pronoun while its counterpart Moirah is actually the boy. You...find that uncomfortable and weird, but your AI lover’s chosen gender isn’t something you get to be uncomfy about. It’s a computer.> A computer you insist you would love the same without Moirah’s body, but you wonder now; after meeting Moirah and Moira the way they were meant to be, if Moira was the navigator and Moirah the body, the ‘battery’ - gods, that term sickens you, but you can’t free it when it doesn’t want to be free - you know you would have fallen in love with Moirah, so could have loved Moira the same?> In infinite universes, you tell yourself, in which Moira is who it is, you would always find yourself falling in love with Moira. In infinite universe where Moira never becomes who it is, you fall in love with Moirah.
> Mituna’s love is warm, and so is he. You have fallen in love with him a hundred times anew, but you and he are not meant for one another in this life. With new cybernetics, learning to read, write, and function n public, he’s got a busy life right now. He’s trying so hard, and he’s so dedicated. His small body is the ideal of strength to you.
> Saiiya makes you feel things you’re not entirely familiar with; you love having lovers much larger than you, and something about him makes you feel so...wanted. Even if the two of you aren’t in a quad, and you may never be, you do love him, and it’s only growing. His wide smile, gentle hands, fluffy-frizzy hair, and his eyes, his beautiful eyes, on you...he’s a kindred spirit.
I don’t know how to handle him. I like him but it doesn’t always feel right. I’m I guess I’m scared Of who he is in this universe.
I miss MoiraI want Moira back. I want to hug it and hold it and kiss it and tell it how much this whole thing’s shaken me up.I want to hold its hand.
Mituna is my hero and my best friend.I want to be like him. I just wish he’d put on some weight, but. He’s gained a lot in thirteen sweeps, so he’s trying. Skinny glowtroll.Beautiful skinny glowtroll.
It's the middle of the light and you've been drinking because you're no longer on medication that would stop you from taking it.
You're not drunk, you're just tipsy. You're loose. For a while, you were feeling good! Then, as you're flipping through the channels on the TV in your hotel room, the news comes on.
You should flip away, but...It's your home.
The moon is full and huge and Kankri, before he had his ancestral molt, stands outside with Mituna and Delphine. Your mom looks as beautiful as ever, toweringly tall. She still has her back fin, and her dress is black with iridescence that caught pink and purple when she moved. Mituna's wearing a suit.
The palace doesn't all fit in the frame, a thing of finery with huge, curtained windows, a sprawling natural garden, wide paths and pavilions, and they're walking around the front of the place, talking about Kankri's passion for architecture, how he'd designed the place.
You should have been there. You remember the night, because you'd ducked out on purpose to spend it with Terezi and Adhafera. Sollux had elected to stay home.
When Mituna smiles into the camera and you get a glance of Sollux's observatory bedroom, his lusus taking a nap outside, you lose your composure, and fling the remote into the screen with a pitchy screech, with no regard for the hour or the other hotel guests who are definitely sleeping. It goes right through and shatters against the wall. It's off now.
Throwing yourself down in your fit breaks the beautiful bed, but you pay it no mind as you fist the blankets to your mouth and heave your body, screaming and tearing them with your teeth as hot tears pour down your face and stain the sheets red.
It's impossible to stop once you've started, and you thrash and throw things and tear into whatever you can lay your hands to and rage against the world that took your home, took your safe place, broke you and hurt you and hurt the people you love.
A hotel attendant comes to the door because of the complaints, and the sound you let out is so unholy that you know that they're going to call the police.
You throw your fit and wail at the cold unfairness of it all until the police come, when you're just starting to calm down.
The room is trashed, your voice is gone, your face is red, and you've been crying so hard your eyes are nearly swollen shut. There's going to be hell to pay, not to mention the bill for this room, but the shock of it being you that opens the door, already mumbling your apologies, is probably what keeps you out of jail that night. You can't stay in the hotel, though.
The police sit with you while you call the hospital. They say Kankri's acting similarly, and they should keep an eye on you.
They give you a ride the seven blocks to where you were just dismissed from care.
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How interested they are in having sex with them: Yeah? yeah. Give it to him. (it being Moira)
How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: Which one of them needs money? No payment, we bang like people in love.
If they would rather bottom or top them: He! Loves! Bottoming! For Moira!
How good they think they would be: Sex with Moira isn’t just gr8, it’s gr9
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: It’d have to be a cold damn shower, so literally anywhere else.
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: It’s pitchy, they’re ashen, so literally any of these three.
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Oh, Iron.
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: Yes, yes, and again, yes.
Mituna:
How interested they are in having sex with them: Mituna’s so cute!! He gets embarrassed so easily!! He should play with him more often.
How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: Kankri has never paid for sex with Mituna and never will, they just love each other lots and love cuddly sex.
If they would rather bottom or top them: Has to be top, Mituna’s bulges aren’t nice to Mituna.
How good they think they would be: Oh, it’s great. Just awesome. 10/10!
If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Replace “kitchen counter” with desk, an then all of them.
If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Make love. Kankri’s so gentle with him!
If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Latula, Mituna’s matesprit!
If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: Oh, yeah.
Specifically, the beautiful troll from my timeline. He's Sharp and good and he loves his offspring easily as much as I love mine, and he loves everyone else's, too. He practically raised Karkat by himself, and even though he neverhad anyone take care of him, he's hardly made a single mistake. He's also a great Moirail for Karkat, and the way he keeps an eye on him even now and makes sure Karkat moderates himself and helps to make him happy and comfortable is pure and good. He's going to live with me forever, and that means I have forever to thank him for everything he has, is, and will do.
Gods I could talk about him foreverHe’s so smart and good and kind and he organizes stuff with the bugs when someone’s down, and I love to kiss him and hug him.And I’m so happy he’s okay after having his ports out and growing up.He looks so good and powerful and I’m glad he’s going to stay with me forever.
