mostlyCyanide

a picture of dave strider from homestuck reacting to an unknown situation with a grimace



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    This series is for works related to the fic Exquisite Corpse Prompt Chapter. This one-chapter work was written by Madam Melon Meow.
    it was used to inspire the Homestuck Fanauthor Coalition members, who participated in an exquisite corpse event in order to complete the story. That work is the 2nd in this series, Plane Crash, and its first chapter is the same text as that of the prequel work.
    Due to popular demand, M^3 also intends to create her own version of how "the rest of the story" should go. She has currently not planned a number of chapters or an update schedule, but is working up character profiles in preparation for the fic. She encourages those interested in seeing more of her version to subscribe to the series so that you will get a notification when this begins. it will be the third work in the series.
    if you want to learn more about the Exquisite Corpse event, please see The Collection Profile for info.

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    (previously known as life (somehow) exists, dammit)

    Post-Canon space family feels, with not dead Allura or lions, a lot of fuck-you's to canon and a few other things.

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    “And are you gonna tell me what’s so important you had to come in here and be a piece of shit?” Vriska moves closer until she’s practically pressed her chest against Dave’s shoulder, which he instinctively leans away from.
    “Do you even actually care..?” Dave mumbles as he looks up from the alchemiter screen to rifle through his sylladex. He sighs when he discovers the 10-Foot Apple Slice is not there.
    Dave’s shoulder bumps Vriska as he moves away from the alchemiter. She frowns. “Of course not,” she lies, “I just feel like causing you problems right now. Is it working?”
    “Kind of, yeah.” Dave sighs again and floats towards the door to the room. Vriska, of course, follows.

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    Dave goes on a little adventure while trying to find something to shave his face with. Vriska gets wrapped up in it because she's a nosy piece of shit, and he deals with it.

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    22 Oct 2025

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    Very very fun

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    “So,” says Wendy. “How much did the little dudes tell you about their summers here?”

    “Oh, I don’t know. They told me about the friends they made, some of the things they did. Why?”

    “Right.” Wendy nods. “Um. I have to leave immediately.”

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    Wirt decides the best thing for his family at the moment is to move. And what better place than Gravity Falls? Gravity Falls has family, friends, history, and enough secrets to drown in.

    He really wishes someone would tell him what the hell is going on.

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    27 Sep 2025

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    I need to imbibe this into my very being

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    The Christmas break after Weirdmageddon goes exceptionally well.

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    24 Sep 2025

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    The adrenaline of the summer is over, and Conrad is starting his first year of college. With his parents getting a divorce, his mother going through experimental cancer treatment, his brother beginning a downward spiral, and his relationship with Belly suddenly changed, there's only so much Conrad can take before he breaks. He's just trying to hold on for as long as possible, relying on Cleveland's advice to get him through. If he had it his way, he'd bury all his feelings and never bring them up again, unwilling to burden anyone else, but college (and a few new friends) have other ideas.

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    In English class, they did a poetry unit, and Chris had liked it more than he'd expected. Not all the poems, obviously, but he likes poetry in general, as it turns out. Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson and even Shakespeare, the rhythm of the sonnets, the language. He'd liked the unit so much he went to the library and got out a poetry anthology, so he could find other poems he'd like too.

    He brought the book back to his grandparents' house and flipped through it in his room, stopping on any title that caught his eye, letting the words wash over him.

    On page 78, he found, "Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies," and he felt his heart stop.

    It wasn't exactly that he wanted to read it. But he had to. He couldn't have stopped if he tried. And once he'd read it, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He went online and printed a copy, kept it hidden like contraband under his bed because he didn't want Abuela to find it when she was cleaning and ask about it.

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    08 May 2025

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    It's not really that Chris thinks he grew up when Mom died. But if he's really honest, he thinks he might have grown up before then. Sometimes, he thinks he was born grown up. He was still a kid, he still said stuff like "must you always be kissing a person," but for as long as he can remember, he's known mothers and fathers could die. Would die.

    "I'm sorry." He's crying; he doesn't know when he started. "I love you. I want to be there when bad things happen."

    There's no right thing to say, from what Chris can tell. Just less wrong things.
    diaznuts: buck told us u joined the dead parents club

    To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, he does not say. But he thinks that a lot, every time he has a meal. He thought about it most before Dad came to Texas, when he ate every meal with his grandparents, who were alive, and imagined eating with his mom, who was dead, and his dad, who was eight hundred miles away.

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    this concept is the only thing i would forgive dead!bobby for tbh

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