Magnate Lea Rang, A Magenta Angler

Speed Writing

Almost forgot that I wanted to spam up some speed writing I did not that long ago. Usually I put the prompt as a title, but this one had a music prompt and I no longer remember the song. It was something lovely and instrumental. 

This shit doesn’t need a read more, right? Yeah let’s go with “right.”

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The sky spins, an azure haze met by her upward-turned gaze, greeted by arms flung outstretched, open. Lissa’s feet are bare, small toes digging into the grass as she propels herself in dizzy circles. Everything is bright, and she can smell the air, a heady fresh scent like daffodils in springtime. Her laugh is luminescent as the sun above their heads.

Jonathan sits on the grass, knees pulled up to his chest and hands behind himself. He watches. Lissa twirls closer and away again, a fickle pattern of steps that Jonathan falls to puzzling out. She is a puzzle herself, easily charmed by the simplicity of nature, instantly won over by their surroundings. Her laugh is light when she looks at the sky, when she is occupied with the childlike sensations of moist earth beneath her feet and dewy air against all her bare skin.

Her laughter picks up edges when she looks at Jonathan, shards of glass that embed in her mirth and slice mercilessly.

So Jonathan is silent, unwilling to interrupt Lissa’s moment of unfettered tranquility. It is easy to indulge her. Easy to look out over the edge of the precipice, easy to remember that they’ve walked such a long way in ascending to this height. So very, very easy to recall the ache Jonathan feels in his back, the strain from carrying Lissa over stones. Her shoes are an arm’s length away, insufficient protection for hiking. It’s easy to pretend this is a picnic, something joyful.

Lissa spins near again, bending down toward Jonathan in the rhythm she has carved. This time her face is open, smooth and soft and blue eyes bright, every bit the invitation. Her hands reach for Jonathan. Before he can take them, pull her down, absorb a small portion of her fleeting happiness, she turns away again. Each step carries her closer to the edge. Each step heavier than the last, each step less of a playful dance as she picks up purpose.

“Do you want this to be the last time?” Lissa asks, her heels braced against the last stretch of rock before the open sky.

And Jonathan cannot answer. There is no undertone to decipher, no current of derision, not even the air of finality Jonathan expected when they said their goodbyes that morning and departed. No, he does not want this to be the last time.

But Lissa is at the edge, and Jonathan knows everyone must make sacrifices.

Maybe the water will be warm, warm and welcoming like the humid summer air.  

Can I please just have more art of Dave and John playfully roughhousing? Please? I think it’s super cute and I just want to imagine them rolling around on top of each other forever. 　

spooksie:

dave got a boner in the middle of roughhousing　

Karkat’s Quotes and Insults Masterpost

roachpatrol:

amoragirl10:

Yeeeeaaaah, in the last month or so I went through most of Karkat’s logs, collecting various insults and other quotes from him. Mostly for people to use as inspiration for their own Karkat insults, whether it be fore fanfics or roleplaying, or for anyone who just wants to laugh at some of the hilarious things he ends up saying.

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What a great kid. 

What a great, completely awful kid.