the presumption that once our eyes watered

[paratactician]

On Saturday the mean and dirty Ditas of T34M D4NC3 P4RTY completed our unexpectedly epic collaboration Fade to Grey.

Evidently this did not slake my thirst for momentous fic-related happenings, as I have just posted the final chapter (& epilogue) of my stupid ginormous AU fic Strider's EdgeI have been working on this thing since June. It is 67,000

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[naive_wanderer]

Aaah I have this little flutter of happiness every time you use one of my art icons! Haha. Aw yeah T34M D4NC3 P4RTY.

And BAFFLINGLY I have not yet read Strider's Edge despite seeing recs for it everywhere! I'm going to go do that, finally.

[byzantienne]

I haven't read the end yet.

But when I do, I'm probably going to write you the kind of feedback that takes at least a thousand words. And talks about references and thematic resonance and how much I've loved reading every single update.

[urban_anchorite]

Sir, that's one hell of a curate's egg. I cannot find the bad parts.

I will, however, present to you the drunk-with-pain aftershocks from Ceph and me.

Ceph: I;m sorry how are your emotions after Strider's Edge?
tamsyn: s o r a w

Ceph: and then Rose went to be lesbians with Kanaya in france
Ceph: sry John
tamsyn: look
tamsyn: john met up on the battlefield with karkat
tamsyn: and their units were eviscerated
tamsyn: and they had to hide out in some kind of
tamsyn: shack
tamsyn: and didn't know which side their loyalty fell on
Ceph: and they kissed inside of it
tamsyn: and it was all terrible and then they yes
tamsyn: and were confused and tender and hurt and made love all night and totally called it 'making love'
tamsyn: and i can see pT giving me long, terrible looks from here as though I have taken his only infant son and grafted upon't satan horns
Ceph: hgdkjfghk
tamsyn: and karkat admitted he'd always been in love with john i mean your sister i mean john
Ceph: MAKE LOVE TO ME ALL NIGHT.
Ceph: sob okay,
tamsyn: i am sad and

[paratactician]

Taz are you my kismesis

is that what's happening here, be honest

I should probably point out that this is a totally legitimate ending to the fic, and in fact I'm tempted to make it canon.

As we lay together in the moon-shattered darkness of the hut I listened to the rumble of the guns, the fury of a far-off god, and knew that I had found the one hushed point of warmth and stillness at the centre of a turbulence both vast and cruel.
JOHN, WHAT THE FUCK, WHY ARE YOU STILL NARRATING.
oops! haha.
sorry, i guess it’s kind of got to be a habit!
brush your dry lips along my trembling skin with an unbearable tenderness again, i liked that bit.
JEGUS. OKAY, BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO FUCKING DESCRIBE IT THIS TIME.
The eyes looking down at me were still haunted, but now for the first time they seemed -
JOHN.
sorry! sorry.

[urban_anchorite]

'It was a Tuesday years after the September I went up to Oxford University, and I found myself chronically unable to stop narrating everything that fucking happened to me.'

"WELL, THERE'S ONE AGAINST WAUGH FRIDGING ALL THE HOMOS," said Karkat irascibly.

"oh man it's so not good to have a leg full of pus!"

(I'll stop now)

There is nobody's kismesis I would rather be. It's true. Vita progreditur.

Also I must say I can't even bear the perfection of Gamzee, military madman who scourges the earth before his eventual inevitably horrid death, btw. That is a truth and beauty bomb right there.