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TEAM FEFERIDAN IS NOW OFFICIAL!

redweddingcrashers:

Eridan<>Feferi, to clarify, since I can’t put <> in a post title.

Click here to sign up! You must have a Dreamwidth account to participate, so if you don’t already have one of those, click here. Make sure you read the Participant’s Agreement before signing up. When you join the team, please shoot me a message so I can give you the password to the team’s sideblog, though I will not be online until around 6pm EST.

I thought I should probably reblog this here too, seeing as at least 90% of the people following this blog are erifef shippers. If you think this could be fun, please consider joining Team Eridan<>Feferi!

Filed under HSWC

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Victory Will Kneel

Date: four years before the first chapter

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“It appears you can actually see the dirt from up here. I expected as much.”

There’s something drawling in his voice, as always, but she doesn’t feel the surge of venom she normally does when she hears it. Eridan Ampora has somehow managed to work his way through the ranks, from some snarly, stammering disgrace to an austere and arrogant adolescent. She can tell all that from those words alone; it’s easy to detect differences in people when she hasn’t seen them in a couple of months. He makes it even simpler for her to read as he lets a smidgeon of his guard down.

He shouldn’t, and he knows he shouldn’t. It’s a rather nasty habit, especially in this world. But he lets her see a little bit of him, because he realizes the sort of notoriety he’d receive if he were the one to tame Vriska Serket, and in his twisted mind he somehow believes letting himself be a little more open to her will help sink his teeth in.

She plays along, since it’ll be fun to watch him crumple when he doesn’t meet her standards. At least he’ll have Peixes to lick his wounds for him.

Read more …

Filed under eugenicstuck ficlet vriska eridan feferi hey vriska may not be in the story yet but that doesn't mean she's not important victory will kneel these kids are such fucking assholes

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stardust

redweddingcrashers:

If you want to read stardust before ashes, go ahead; you can piece together what happened last time by clues I leave in this installment.

She was made of stardust that was snuffed out too soon. He is made of stardust that continues to shine. You guess that makes you a product of space as well, but you don’t deserve it.

When you see the old rifle sitting on your lopsided coffee table, you can’t help but pick it up. Since the weight was mostly on one side of the rickety old thing, the table tilts as it’s removed, the shorter leg hitting the cracked linoleum floor with a thud. The carrying strap of the gun is black and oily and since the vinyl covering around the edges is cracking, you snap it off, letting it fall onto the wood. Now you can hold the gun without anything getting in the way.

It’s a model you don’t recognize, so you immediately know it’s not Alternian. You know every trollmade gun inside and out—the mechanisms, the schematics, the dimensions—and this one certainly has some interesting features. You find the make scrolled in stunted, boxy lettering on the underside of the stock, and since you have no idea what it says, it’s definitely something alien. Perhaps it’s treskian, you know their alphabet is mostly jagged edges and simple points.

You head over to the pantry, digging around until you find the basic tool kit and getting it off the top shelf. You wonder who put it up there. Kar is much too short to reach that high spot, and you haven’t touched it since you picked it up the one time Kar dragged you out shopping, so there must be a stepladder hidden somewhere. Heading back into the kitchen and pulling out one of the crappy plastic chairs, you plop down and get to work.

Filed under erikar erifef eridan karkat particlestuck fic

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Insurgency - Chapter 7: 142 Days

redweddingcrashers:

(start at the beginning)

If you’ve been paying attention to the chapter titles, you may be confused, as the number of days are completely different. That is because I revamped my outline, seeing as it was rather ambitious of me to think I could stretch it all out for so long. Along with that outline editing comes a solid foundation for every chapter of Act 2; it looks like it’s going to be fifteen chapters compared to Act 1’s ten. The length is making me contemplate splitting this up into three separate stories, with each act being it’s own entity. I shall have to think about that more before I come to a decision.

Also, if you’re interested in becoming a beta reader for Insurgency, please drop something in my ask box and we’ll chat!

Filed under erifef eridan feferi aradia karkat kankri rufioh tavros cronus eugenicstuck fic

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Water On My Lips

redweddingcrashers:

Happy one year anniversary of Aquarius! On March 15th, 2013, I had no idea I’d ever touch this ‘verse again, and here I am. I hope you enjoy!

After a hospital scare ruined Plan: TMCAHO, your celebration probably isn’t appropriate anymore, even if you’re still proud of lasting two months without resorting to old habits. Maybe, just maybe, between eating sushi and enjoying good company, you’ll finally be able to take the plunge and ask her out.

Or maybe you’ll be a coward and back down. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“You’re a wasabi wimp,” Fef remarks a few minutes into the meal, smearing a glob of the stuff onto her roll before popping it into her mouth.

“We’ve been over this, I don’t like spicy things,” you say, enjoying your own piece with low sodium soy sauce rather than the gooey green smear of death. “Just because you want to burn the taste buds out of your mouth doesn’t mean I do.”

Suspicion arises in you when she gets a lump of it on the end of one of her chopsticks, and then she’s quickly reaching over and smearing it onto the tip of your nose. You shrink back, squawking. Surprisingly it doesn’t burn your skin, and as you frantically search for a napkin to wipe it off with, she laughs and sips on her hot chocolate.

A box of tissues on the nightstand saves you. Glaring at her, you get all the shit off your nose, whining, “You could’ve killed me.”

"Oh shut up, drama queen."

Filed under erifef eridan feferi karkat fic aquariustuck

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Fef scoots over on the bed and pats the spot next to her. You sink down carefully, staying on top of the covers and pressing your right leg against her left; you can feel the heat even though a blanket separates them. She pulls on the hoodie you brought her as you put a pack of rainbow rolls on her lap, and you take out your own helping of tuna. You got some dragon rolls to share, and those go in the middle.

“You’re a wasabi wimp,” Fef remarks a few minutes into the meal, smearing a glob of the stuff onto her roll before popping it into her mouth.

“We’ve been over this, I don’t like spicy things,” you say, enjoying your own piece with low sodium soy sauce rather than the gooey green smear of death. “Just because you want to burn the taste buds out of your mouth doesn’t mean do.”

Suspicion arises when she gets a lump of it on the end of one of her chopsticks, and then she’s quickly reaching over and smearing it onto the tip of your nose. You shrink back, squawking. Surprisingly it doesn’t burn your skin, and as you frantically search for a napkin to wipe it off with, she laughs and sips on her hot chocolate.

A box of tissues on the nightstand saves you. Glaring at her, you get all the shit off your nose, whining, “You could’ve killed me.”

“Oh shut up, drama queen!”

I’m a lair, a sham. I only pretend there’s a plot to any of the erifef I write—it’s really just plotless fluff and angst.

Filed under aquariustuck erifef one day im going to write up a long bit of erifef meta about the circumstances required for a relationship between them to be successful but today is not that day because really what it comes down to is they're usually such immature twats