You had a fish earlier, but it wasn’t very nice. One of the brown ones near the bed. The tangy blue ones have been hiding. Which would be annoying but you always enjoy having something to do. It makes the sun pass through the sky faster.
The darkness will make it easier to find the little blue swishers, but it’d be nice to find one before that. Impressive clever work.
With a slow stroke to avoid calling too hard through the water, you search with your hands open, outstretched, still, ready to snap closed like a clam jaw.
Against your fingertips and fans, you can feel movement. The urge to turn your head to see is strong, but it’s going to spook the little yummers.
But as you drift carefully, inexorably forward, the movement not only grows closer, but stronger. It’s quite a lot of pressure, maybe a whole school coming your way. If not, something falling in the lake. Every once in a while, one of the older trees bows and breaks into the water, and you can feel it everywhere.
As much as you would like to keep still and vigilant, the need to look bubbles in you until it pops into foamy curiosity.
I’ve almost made like 6 different posts about this going in depth about how Brain Ghost Dirk quoting this line is proof of how powerful and badass Jake sees Dirk as, more than anything to do with thinking of Dirk as toxic or controlling, but mostly it’s just come to my awareness of how many people don’t fucking know “My name is [x], you [verb]ed my [person], prepare to die” is a reference (some because they are young and some because well it’s a damn 80s fantasy film) and basically educateyourself.gif
This quote being the one BGD fires off is also deep proof of just how much of him comes from Jake’s psyche, not Dirk himself. Like. You wanna look at this and tell me Dirk wouldn’t be rolling his eyes the entire time. Meanwhile Jake watches this with the biggest stars in his eyes and gasps when Inigo gets back up
blah blah also the six-fingered man is to inigo’s father as aranea is to jake: both are being used and exploited by the more powerful individuals specifically for the sake of weapons, but that’s a deeper reading than andrew hussie likely intended with his witty quote dispensing at the ideal time
one last daytime reblog. rose strider is basically a scarily brilliant, jerkish violence machine who isn’t sure if she loves her brother, or if he loves her. it’s awful.
– thaumaturgeGodhead [TG] began pestering tentacleTerrorist [TT] –
TG: ok guess who just had the best fucking birthday ever TG: spoiler its me TT: Damn, I had my money on Jade. Best to leave town now before the loan sharks arrive, lest all my limbs be broken. TG: hardy har har laugh it up strider TG: who here just got a fucking pony for their birthday TG: oh yeah TG: i think that was me TT: … TG: jealousy seeping in yet TT: Oh, no. I was simply conjuring the image of your skinny frame bent over in a stable, scooping up the multitudinous leavings of your miniature stallion. TT: Your face dripping with sweat and anguish as he clops around his stall, demanding more oats. TT: You pause and consider the tragic reality of your childhood dream, just before your steed kicks you in your rear and you land squarely on your face in a pile of moldy hay. TG: yeah whatever TG: look i know you and your bro do this whole irony thing like a fucking mantra or whatever but TG: i know you love that pony shit TG: you love it without a single trace of irony you and him probably watch that girls cartoon like its a sermon TG: may the friendship be with you TG: and also with you TG: it is right to give rainbow dash thanks and praise TT: Do continue, it’s very amusing to watch you attempt to wring out some semblance of with from your pathetic little scarf-wrapped brain. TG: haha holy shit you are jealous TT: No. TG: admit it TG: admit that you totally love ponies and would get one and name it twilight sparkle and brush its mane all the time TG: speaking of names holy shit i gotta name this thing TG: you think oglothorpe or mcgonagall TT: I refuse to take part in this exercise in childishness. TG: pssh whatever youd probably name it something stupid like oaksnout TT: Also I think my brother may be lurking about. TT: He’s very apt to strike when he suspects that I’m jaklgh;sdlgkahoi98hg
okay, here are the “default” designs for my guardian-swap!
dave lalonde is a momma’s boy, mom is basically his hero. he thinks wizards and ponies are rad and writes a humorous comic about wizards called sweet zazz and hella pan. you probably wouldnt get it.
rose strider was raised to be a ruthless ninja and basically. is. her and bro are locked in a constant battle of one-upmanship and he is so proud. she is kind of horrifying.
john harley is into science but he is not all that great at it. bec keeps him out of trouble. he is pretty enigmatic because he has spent most of his life awake on prospit and is really psyched for their game. he still has the same awful taste in movies and video games.
jade egbert has an interest in cyrptozoology, nostalgic tv shows, and all sorts of animals. her dad is allergic to dogs though. 😦 she is really into coding and science and she is pretty okay at it!
I want… an AU… where dirk raises dave, and beta bro just doesn’t exist single dad dirk, where dirk dropped out of college in his third year of an art + philosopher double major to raise then 3yr old dave, makes money doing freelance coding and odd jobs, and meets jake when dave is around 9 just when he’s starting to get sassy and has picked up swearing like a sailor from his older bro (to dirks everlasting shame) and dirk has effectively spent the last 6yrs in the most incredible dry spell and internally screaming at the fear of fucking up this child he is responsible for jake takes to dave well, and dave is an openly affection seeking little shit because he grew up in a good (if a bit unqualified) home
Aaaaaand I hadn’t done a ficjam in months, so I had some fun with the idea. Within you’ll find small Dave, Aunt Janey, a weary but warm Dirk, and a flirty hopeful Jake. And no beta’ing whatsoever.
Jane had told you a million times that she’d given you a key to her house for a reason, that anytime you were in her area, you were welcome to come visit. At the time, it’d worried you; you’d always gotten the impression Jane fancied you, but were never sure. The last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of that. But giving someone a key to one’s abode and private sanctuary was not a decision made lightly, and Jane Crocker didn’t make any decision lightly.
You’d given her a pester (or bother, on her end) to let her know you’d be coming around. Now, it’s a crisp morning in the outskirts of Seattle, the air fresh from the evening rain. From the front door of her house, you can hear the faint noise of livelihood going on inside, that distinctly vague feeling permeating. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a home like Jane’s, you think.
You knock, and there’s no answer. The key bites into your fingers as you fortify your nerves and slide it into the door, unlocking it (oh dear, you’d sort of hoped that wouldn’t work?) and letting yourself in.
The Eurydice Suite: Complete, 97,000 words. DaveKat, Rosemary, and others. A massive, sprawling Inception fusion fic, in which everyone is related to the dream extraction business. The Strider-Lalondes have a reputation for being the top tier agents until Dirk fucking traps himself in his own subconsciousness. To get him out, everyone has to form a Superteam to dive into his mind. Very, very Strilonde centric, with a lot of Karkat and Kanaya. Probably the most cinematic thing I have written. Major themes are the perils of codependence, of defining yourself by what you do, and of the problems with being married to your work.
A Spark, A Flame, A Fire: Complete, 56,000 words. DirkJake. Authorized sequel to @dirkar’s A House Built, in which Jake is a resigned ambassador living in Derse to appease the melancholic, vengeful whims of Prince Dirk. Things get extremely complicated by political intrigue, slowly kindling emotions between Jake and the entire Dersian royal family, and some twisty plot machinations. Jake-centric, but heavily focused on all the Alphas and the Derse Dreamers. major themes are struggling with duty and sacrificing yourself for the bigger picture, and when those things have to fall to the wayside. Probably the cleanest, best story I’ve done on a technical level, and one I would most rec of my shit.
pump your veins with gushing gold: Complete, 55,000 words. DirkJake. Deeply self-indulgent modern fantasy AU in which Dirk is a wanderlustful tourist trying to lose himself in disparate cities, and Jake is a summer fae boy who finds him instead. Heavy on kink elements with a strong focus on examining the twisted relationship Dirk has with self-control, and what he’s capable of. Lots of amorality and fae manipulation and magical hypnotics. Also, a frankly fucking ridiculous amount of sex. Definitely not for everyone but hopefully a fun read for people into dubious shit like I am.
chamomile, rose water, and other unlikely intoxicants: Complete, 86,000 words. DirkJake. Another twisted fairy tale, this time a somewhat uncomfortable mediation on the Fable of the Year King and Dirk Strider’s… resilience in the face of certain death, and well as Jake’s raw incandescent determination. Fairly fucking entrenched in bullshit made up domestic magic and hardcore Hurt/Comfort. Could be reinterpreted as a protracted “fuck you” to seasonal affective disorder and way depression steals time from people. Also, probably the most balls to the wall happiest ending I’ve ever written.
you can only take what you can carry to the edge of the sea: In progress, currently 63K, will probably come close to 100K upon completion. DirkJake, heavily Alpha-centric. Jane, Dirk, and Roxy are a magi-scientific research team that gets wind of a hidden, intensely magical island that’s steeped in old ruins, mysteries, and an amphibious almost-merman who’s never met people before in his life. It’s a fucking TRIP, with a lot of xeno stuff as well as deep dives into magical society bullshit, particularly revolving around Dirk’s status as a magically inert “noble.” Very much a kink grab bag and not for the, uh, unadventurous. Will be continued soon.
THERE, HAVE AN UNSOLICITED CHEATSHEET. I have written a fucking metric shitton of fic, so you might find something you like?
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