Homestuck

  • She was taking care of children. Two children, almost teenagers. Just sort of walked into it. Raising kids that weren’t her own while trying to grow up herself. That said, Skaianet had pretty much covered university bills for the low price of caring for said company president’s children. Joey and Jude were coach Claire’s children.… Continue reading

  • In Memory of a Universe

    In truth, there is hardly anything that can effect the orbital duration of a planet. Moons can slow – lengthen – it’s day. But nothing less that a planet can change its course. Her Imperious Condescension had left Alternia more than 612 sweeps prior to rejoin her army. To dominate aliens scrambling across the shells… Continue reading

  • Civilized Clothing p1

    The whole situation felt like being sent to the principle’s office, Roxy thought. There was a waiting room of sorts – a table, plants in the corners – but nothing to occupy oneself with. No Magazines. No treats – which seemed against policy for Betty Crocker Corp. There was always some sort of sampler. There… Continue reading

  • At Least We Did Not Drive Our Only Spaceship into the Sun

    It was a water world, peeping through the clouds. As the carapace population dwindled, evacuated, everyone eventually stole a moment, a quick turn, on the bridge. Staring. As the dot became a lit crescent. Hoping to see lights in the dimness, hoping to see land they recognized. Mr. Crocker spent the most time… looking. Silently.… Continue reading

  • Perpare to Abandon

    Also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47252971 Jane surveyed the scene. By all appearances, a murder/suicide. Good god, did she want to hurl. No, that could – would -wait. The apparent murder, Dirk, was obviously holding his sword in a way it wasn’t meant to be held, underhand. His grip had lost it’s strength in death, but was still… Continue reading

  • Preventative Conflict Resolution

    Roxy wasn’t wandering the halls. Wandering implied some sort of aimlessness. No. She knew where she would end just as well as she knew where she started. Walking away from Meenah, who had just dropped off in sleep on a bunk. Jake was keeping an eye on her, quite ready to allow Roxy some breathing… Continue reading

  • Any Retroactive Plot Continuity will Occur Offscreen

    If Dirk had recovered his prize, there was no other event to actually indicate it, except that he was no longer a presence to avoid on the bridge, nor were there any more rumbles from the course-adjustment engines.  But either he had no victory to gloat in, or his compatriots weren’t suitable targets for said… Continue reading

  • The Conditions of Parole

    “we gota date tomorrow, remember?” Rox’lomde, it was established, was the patron god of showers. Writings of the ancient past stated she had taken this title from one of the other Classical Gods, Strijerk. Roxy Lalonde, upon first hearing this lore, had cracked up over every single detail of it. It was suspicious that the… Continue reading

  • Persuant of Full Disclosure

    It Was a time for Jake English like many other times In that he had problems, and also others had problems that seemed to dwarf his own. About a week ago, he had come across a cache of outfits that seemed very much intended for the four humans currently available on the ship. The outfits… Continue reading

  • Home Cooked Meal

    Jane was outside, for once. And for this, her father was grateful. He would have been just as grateful as well if she had stayed inside and was helping clean the cookery now, but that came with the risk she’d grab bites from the lunch he’d just prepared as she didn’t quite scrub the pans… Continue reading