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Three deaths and a corpse party

The Witch of Life, observed the gods
When Jack sped past with a knife, cutting short her survival odds
He then stabbed Nepeta, and burned down Derse
But was in for a surprise, when the flames would disperse
Without realizing, he had the Maid revived
Which was a plot twist, not at all contrived
But Jack was angered, with this turn of events
And came at her, with murderous intents
Yet the Maid had other plans, obviating her demise
So she froze the wolf in a time bubble, something he didn’t surmise
And though he would kill her, the moment he was released
She refused to return, to the long deceased
So she escaped, and had outfoxed
The crazy murderer, who was flummoxed
Though in the future, there was a fight
Between Vriska and Tavros, who would soon take flight
They would taunt each other, and then Tavros would strike
Only for his attack to be redirected, and his chest then spike
And so Vriska, who was of a higher caste
Would throw his body, in the dark void vast

-submitted by thefairywzard

are all the sonnets written by the same person? how often are submissions?

There’s just one person running this blog, but not all the poems are by me; I receive and publish lots of submissions from many other talented poets. (All the submissions are tagged and attributed as such, so if you don’t see #submission, then the poem was written by me.) I don’t have a set submission-publishing schedule, but I try to put out roughly one a week. Hope that answers your question!

DD: Play The Cards Right

DD, where is ya hat, sir?
Switched it with dis trashy yellow blur?
Has ya fashion sense gone ta waste?
Dis accessory ain’t ta yo’ taste.
Outta ya brawsoleum, you find da backup.
But don’ be gettin’ comf’table; it ain’t no time ta slack up.
You got a job ta do, an’ do it you will.
It’s time ta give dese punks da bill.
Ya job is ta blow dese Felts ta bits.
An’ Spades’ neva done ‘till he’s at his wits.
Clocks destroyed, an’ time’s lapsed.
It’s almost like puttin’ on some caps.
Yer finely tailored suit is clean,
An’ you be keepin’ it dat way, or things get mean.
Footsteps hit dese floorboards; CREAK!
Damn, whatta shame. Dese things are weak.
Softly now, you can’t be noticed.
Youse gotta remember, you gotta stay focused.
Stalkin’ a prey like some kinda lion.
But no, you ain’t dat uncivilized. But hey, it ain’t bad tryin’.
Ya Ultra Violence Cuestick intact.
You be ready for anytin’, whoever’ll attack.
POW! You hit one Felt like dat.
It felt good. Oh shit. CRACK!
Two down on yo’ end, no sweat.
You betta tell Slick, or he’ll go apeshit, you bet.
You walk down da hall, away from da scene.
Radio Slick, tell him yo’ end is clean.
Because dose Felt members betta undastand da mood.
You ain’t for shit, no, cause youse Diamonds Droog.

-submitted by Chae K.

detective-pony:

Detective Pony pages 21 and 46, as written by detective-pony

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In this alternate version of Paradox Space, Terezi’s friends don’t reluctantly put up with her roleplaying.
In this version, Terezi’s friends ask her to roleplay with them. They’ve all got their various problems and obsessions with themselves and each other, and they feel like they’re stagnating on the meteor. Roleplaying is a bit of escapism for them, but more importantly, it helps them feel like they’re doing something original and creative.
Dave worries that his pop culture references are stuck in 2008, and he’s afraid that his raps are getting stale. But during these Scalemate RPs, he can create new stories and explore the silliness of Alternian culture while using (and reinventing) the Earth noir tropes that he knows. He doesn’t think this is dumb as shit, he thinks this is dope as shit.
For Terezi, the roleplaying is maybe a bit different. It reminds her of home, both the pleasant (Nepeta) and unpleasant (Vriska) parts of it, so there’s some complex feelings that go along with it. But now she can use it as a tool to get to know her lab-mates better, and she gets the same creative satisfaction out of it that they do. And most importantly, she knows that she’s helping her friends in a way that only she can.
In this alternate version of Paradox Space, Terezi’s friends don’t get up and leave in the middle of a roleplaying session or tell her it’s dumb. Instead…

That’s how I imagine it, at least.

In this alternate version of Paradox Space, Terezi’s friends don’t reluctantly put up with her roleplaying.

In this version, Terezi’s friends ask her to roleplay with them. They’ve all got their various problems and obsessions with themselves and each other, and they feel like they’re stagnating on the meteor. Roleplaying is a bit of escapism for them, but more importantly, it helps them feel like they’re doing something original and creative.

Dave worries that his pop culture references are stuck in 2008, and he’s afraid that his raps are getting stale. But during these Scalemate RPs, he can create new stories and explore the silliness of Alternian culture while using (and reinventing) the Earth noir tropes that he knows. He doesn’t think this is dumb as shit, he thinks this is dope as shit.

For Terezi, the roleplaying is maybe a bit different. It reminds her of home, both the pleasant (Nepeta) and unpleasant (Vriska) parts of it, so there’s some complex feelings that go along with it. But now she can use it as a tool to get to know her lab-mates better, and she gets the same creative satisfaction out of it that they do. And most importantly, she knows that she’s helping her friends in a way that only she can.

In this alternate version of Paradox Space, Terezi’s friends don’t get up and leave in the middle of a roleplaying session or tell her it’s dumb. Instead…

That’s how I imagine it, at least.

official retcon

ALRIGHT, THAT’S MORE THEN ENOUGH INTEREST FOR ME

tyrianterror:

CALLING IT NOW

#protect terezi pyrope week

starting now, going until the the seventh because fuck you terezi deserves a really long week

write fic for her, draw pictures and comics of her, do fanvids, write about why you love her, write about what makes her awesome, meta, shipping, whatever

just give her something to be happy about

Yes.

The Lord of Time

The Lord of Time, his sister dead
Once he woke up, his eyes were red
He removed his shackle, bit his leg
And then put a robot one there instead
But, in the future, he traveled far
He entered a dream bubble, then his sarcophagus flung ajar
What was first revealed, was his green skull
And then his billiard eyes, the dead to stun
He took his wand and gave a shrill
With the purpose in mind, the ghosts to kill
Back in the past, he smiled and grinned
A hole, he made, all black and dimmed
It sucked him in, to begin his quest
And then moved on, the sun to ingest

-submitted by thefairywzard