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I'm just thinking about troll academia and the sheer amount of humor potential.

Mspa Reader gets an invitation from Galekh to come with him to an academic conference he's going to be presenting at and they're all excited for it and honestly a little nervous. They've never been to a conference before and it sounds very fancy and kinda intimidating. They aren't even super familiar with the topic he's talking about is. It's fine, he provides them with a "brief" summary and they are nothing if not supportive and have never let a lack of previous knowledge stop them from doing anything before.

It starts out normal.

Or at least maybe what they might consider normal, they've never been to a conference before on any planet and it seems like a lot of looking at posters and listening to Galekh's thoughts on them, avoiding looking at horse themed decor, and getting free stationary. Lots of pens.

All in all? Nice night.

And then comes the presentation portion and they give Galekh a final pep talk, extremely confident in his abilities and saying as much to him. He thanks them and directs them to where their seat is, handing them what kind of looks like... a ticket? They go to where people are filing in and they have a good seat in one of those booths in the balcony area and look down and see what should have been their first indication that this was not in fact going to be a "normal one."

Galekh stands at an ornate podium before an audience. There is a large display screen behind him showing the first slide of his presentation. This is more or less what they pictured in their head. Minus the fact that the podium is in the corner of a square ring, still just as fancy, made up of what looks like museum rope. And they have the dawning realization that Alternia has turned academic presentations into a fucking contact sport.

The presentation begins and they're on the edge of their seat waiting for shit to go down. It goes as expected, he does well, and is of course very thorough. He takes questions at the end and they're wondering if maybe they just misunderstood some aesthetic choices or something when another indigo, voices that he takes issue with a few of his sources.

Galekh steps away from the podium and states he is ready to defend his argument. The other indigo enters the ring. Fisticuffs ensue. And while fight was expected at that point, what threw them for a goddamn loop was the fact that the two were verbally going at it as well the entirely time, making claims and rebuttals just as ruthless as the physical one occurring concurrently. Eventually it ends with Galekh being the only one still standing and asking if anyone else had any additional concerns regarding his presentation. Upon hearing silence, he thanks the audience, receives a fucking golf clap that sounds way too polite for what just happened, and steps down from the podium to return to his seat. The other indigo drags himself out of the ring.

Galekh comes back, slightly disheveled, but overall, very satisfied with how things went and proud of his ability to defend his points. Mspar congratulates him saying they always knew he was going to do great. And also asks if that's what the whole night is going to be like. They're only slightly relieved to find out that isn't the case.

There's a break for lunch.

Alternian snacks! 

Do you have a rules page or a list of fandoms you write for? ^^

Oh, and do you still write for Homestuck/Hiveswap? ♡

Hey! Yes I do. Rules page is here: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs

and here is my unfinished list of fandoms I write for! If you don't see a fandom you want on here feel free to just ask because most likely chance is that I forgot it lol: https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652309028149592064/fandom-masterlist

And yes! I do still write for both Homestuck and Hiveswap! Thank you so much for asking. If you have any other questions or anything else feel free to ask, I promise to answer as soon as I can!

Tagora Gorjek x Reader

He ran at a temperature best described as lukewarm, it was always the first thing you were reminded of when you spent time with him. He wasn’t the coldest of the trolls you knew of course. Granted, neither of you got to do so as much as you’d have liked. He was a busy troll and you had your own things to stress over. Your chats and gossip were usually reserved for facetime on whatever app or device happened to be handy. Tagora had a strict schedule and while yours was more hectic due to family matters he always made time to talk. But luckily for you both of you had found the time to hang out in person again. It was a breath of fresh air- even if the pampering made you squirm. You knew that Tagora liked having a ‘spa buddy’ but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad for him spending all that money on you. As much as he made up a big deal about your debt to him you also knew him well enough now to know he was full of shit. He was throwing prices out there and not keeping track of what you owed at all. That and he wouldn’t let you pay him back even when you did have the money. He liked spoiling you for some asinine reason though you were getting better at returning the favor. 

Like now. A bottle of iridescent teal tail polish and that Starbucks he liked so much sitting on the little bedside table and a couple of ridiculously fluffy bathrobes- it’d been a dent to your wallet but that was fine really- you were finally going to hang out together. You’d both planned this day weeks in advance and Tagora hadn’t shut up about all the new products he wanted to try with you. Some of it you’d looked up and nearly had a heart attack at the prices. You knew you shouldn’t have checked the prices on the products because it always led to you being anxious about using them but there were a few troll products humans couldn’t use without consequences and you liked to be careful. Luckily Tagora was almost as vigilant as you when it came to products. Which was why you were both reclined on the human bed he’d gotten just for the two of you, your skin was so silky smooth now it felt like you’d gotten rid of a years worth of grime. It also smelled nice- certainly not as strong as most human products were. Just a faint scent that you wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the sheer amount of it you’d both used. Somewhere in Tagora’s hive you could hear Ferret dad scuttling around and the soft sound of Tagora breathing. The bed shifted and you opened an eye to watch him grab his Starbucks from the table and sit up slightly. He looked peaceful laying back with you and drinking that sugary monstrosity. The rigid way he usually help himself had melted away to loose shoulders and half lidded eyes. They were filling out more with teal lately- an indicator of an adult molt coming up. He’d mentioned it a couple of times asking you to check in on his lusus when the molt hit and make sure nothing in his fridge rotted. That bit of biology lesson had been enlightening as well as deeply disturbing. It also saddened you to think Ferret dad would be leaving to find a new charge soon. Reaching over you grabbed Tagora’s free hand and gave it a squeeze. His lips twitched around his straw as he squeezed back. This was your favorite part of your spa days, just relaxing together. Being able to reach out and hold hands when you wanted to. He gave you a gentle tug as he leaned back over to set his drink on the table. When he settled again there was that familiar sly grin- sharp teeth poking out from behind black lips- that told you he had some sort of juicy gossip to share with you. 

“You won’t believe what I overheard the other day.” He started, voice hushed with glee. Oh, you thought with your own smile, this was going to be good. 

Home pt. 2

(Part 2 of the Home series.)

Dead on your feet did not describe you at that moment. You were well past that mark, swaying ever so slightly as you stood, at this time of night the store was almost dead. Only a few other people were milling about, most of which were nocturnal. At the moment you stood in the hardware aisle. You needed more bathroom tiles. Luckily it was only a small spot but you wanted it done before any water damage could set in. But the tiles you needed were out of reach on the top shelf. You had told your parents you were stopping at the store for a new shaving razor- and you were- but your main reason was the tile. It would take away from your fridge budget but even so all you needed was one more check. The thought of having such a big part of your renovations done had put you in such a chipper mood you hadn’t even complained about the double shift one of your bosses had forced on you. Though now you were beginning to see a problem. It was going to be dangerous climbing up the shelves in this state but you needed those tiles. 

“(Y/N)!” A voice called out causing you to jump from surprise. Azar stood at the other end of the aisle with a basket hanging neatly from one arm. He looked just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. 

“Azar? Hey.” You smiled tiredly. The surprise melted to concern the closer he came to you. It might have been the bags under your eyes. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, his antennae flicked about in concern. For a moment you found it incredibly endearing- and distracting. 

“Yeah just a double shift y’know?” Your laugh sounded only slightly defeated. Azar frowned and grabbed the tiles you had been staring at. 

“Is this all you needed?”

“Yes, thank you.” 

“You can thank me by letting me take you home. There is no way you can drive in your state.”

“I walked-,”

“Even more concerning. Just let me do this alright? I’ll sleep better knowing you didn't pass out on the sidewalk or got jumped on the way home.”

You bit your lip. On one hand you didn’t want to walk home. He had valid points on that front. But on the other you knew your parents would throw an absolute fit if they saw him. 

“Listen Azar, I’d love that but-,”

“No buts. I am going to take you home.”

“Yeah, okay, but-,”

“(Y/N). If the thought of me knowing where you live makes you uncomfortable I’m alright dropping you at the end of your street. I just don’t want you to walk all the way home when you are clearly exhausted.”

“It’s not that Azar,” You sighed, shoulder’s slumping, “It’s my parents. They’re very... Traditional.”

You could see the moment he realized what you meant. At first his face went carefully blank and then his whole body went taut with what you assumed was anger. 

“So you have to sneak around behind their backs? That is no way to live!”

“I know but I’m working on it. They already kicked out my sister, she was lucky she had a fiancée she was already semi-living with.”

“Do you have a place to go if they do kick you out?”

“Sort of?” You dragged out sheepishly. Azar sighed. 

“I won’t pry. Just know that if push comes to shove you can stay at my place for as long as it takes to get back on your feet.” 

You stared at him stunned. Was he really willing to do that for you? It nearly made you cry with relief at having a plan b that didn’t involve crashing with your sister and her wife. Instead you simply nodded and allowed him to lead you towards the check out. The cashier raised a brow at the two of you but didn’t ask questions, just rang you both up and sent you on your merry way. 

Azar dropped you off two houses down from your own, waiting until you had given a wave from your doorstep before he drove off. Fortunately it seemed your parents were fast asleep and you happily snuck up to your room. Closing the door softly you pulled out the tile and stuffed it into the bottom of your hiking bag. The less questions the better. Next week was pay week and the thought followed you to bed. Next week was the break you needed. Soon you’d have a fridge to stock and the only major purchase you’d have to make after that was the bed. Everything else could simply be moved. Your parents couldn’t have you arrested for theft if you only took what you had bought in the first place. Yes, once you had the fridge and the bed you’d be home free. 

(Part 3 is up!)

WHEN DID I GET 77 FOLLOWERS HOLY SHIT

WHERE DID YOU GUYS COME FROM????

WHAT

Lucky Shot

It was easy to forget the type of world you’d ended up crashing on. Despite the hardships you had endured you had managed to live a life- almost sheltered by Alternian standards. It was an odd thing to consider. You had broken your bones, spilt your blood, and fought like hell through the harsh Alternian nights- but you hadn’t truly faced someone hellbent on seeing you dead. Well, that wasn’t true, but the memories of that time were vague and fogged as if trying to recall your earliest memories. 

Feet sore, lungs aching, you darted as you had seen Karako and much younger trolls dart to escape your pursuers. You kept your gaze on the horizon, on the roots and the snapping plants, heart in throat you put one foot in front of the other and cursed your luck. Either they’d run you down or you’d reach help before then. Every bit of your old survivalist instincts were screaming at you to do everything you could to stay ahead of your attackers. To outlast and outwit them to the best of your abilities. Even as your body begged you for rest. Clearing a fallen log you stumbled on the landing and kept going. A graceless run of prey being pursued by hunter. You were lucky, the violet bloods didn’t have guns or long range weapons. If they wanted you they’d have to catch up first. 

Of course your good fortune couldn’t last forever, all it took was a loose rock in your path, with a breathless shock of icy terror your legs twisted out from under you as the rock was dislodged. The dirt, now loosened from how the rock had apparently been holding it in place, shifted and your terrified silence turned into a scream as the ground fully gave way. What you hadn’t had the time to register beyond the trees and brightly colored poisonous foliage was the sheer incline it all was rooted to. Behind you was the renewed energy of the violets, sensing the proverbial blood in the water as the landslide took you. Your hands shot out blindly, desperate to latch onto anything they could to slow your rapid descent. Stinging plants and harsh thorns tore at your fingers leaving a trail of blasphemous bright red in your wake. Agony shot through you as sharp rocks sliced into your exposed skin and you wheezed as you collided roughly with a tree. Clinging to the trunk of the thin sapling you prayed it wouldn’t dislodge as well. Breath ragged and painful you glanced around rapidly at your surroundings to try and get your bearings. It would hurt but you could still claw your way back up the incline- that is if the entire reason you were in this mess anyway wasn’t there laying in wait for you. As if on cue a finned head popped into view. Too far down the incline you couldn’t tell if you had been spotted or if he was still looking for you as you went perfectly still. The violet motioned to someone else above you and another head came into view. For a moment you thought you might be safe- and then a third head came into view. Your stomach clenched with renewed fear as the third violet blood pulled out their weapon. The harpoon spear glinted in the alternian moonlights and you could feel the prickly sting of your own tears building up. 

You were going to die. Permanently this time. 

With silent dread you watched as the troll above you raised his arm higher to aim. A glance below you, further down where you had almost fell, showed a similar fate. A harsh drop that would break more than just a few bones. If you let go of the tree you would tumble to a possible death, but if you stayed where you were you would be speared and fed to the horrorterror lurking underneath the waves. All choiced pointed towards your death- but only one of those choices would be on your own terms. Glancing back up at the faces peering down at you the choice was made. Taking a deep breath you let go of the tree just as the seadweller threw his harpoon. You slid faster and faster, tumbling over yourself as you went, something agonizingly sharp pierced your shoulder and you cried out. Head bouncing off a low branch you knew no more. 

Marvus was growing increasingly worried. Every dm he had sent you had gone unanswered for the past four hours. He’d chittr stalked you, checked your instagore, picked through your pesterchums, and even your grubtube. But none of them had given him anything to go off of. He had even gone so far as to dm Polypa to ask if the two of you had gone to a movie or something, but according to the olive blood she had spent the entire day with Tegiri. It was as if you had dropped from the face of alternia altogether. He scowled at his phone and ran a clawed hand through his hair. Today was supposed to be his day off, the two of you were going to hang out and if everything went alright he was going to ask you to spend the day. Maybe even make a move or two. Instead he was pacing his hive, nearly losing his mind with worry. It wasn’t like you to be this dormant- especially considering most of your friends kept track of you through your accounts. You hated to worry your friends for any reason. There was more to it than that but Marvus wasn’t your moirail and so he kept firmly out of it. Now, he was wishing he’d been more nosey. Sending another unread dm he cursed and threw on his signature jacket. Snatching his cane up from where it rested next to his front door he barged out into the late night. Most of the trolls he passed were heading home after a long night of work or partying to sleep away the scathing heat of the coming day. They leapt from his path as if burned as he marched down the sidewalk towards the woods you had last been seen in. His expression might have been relaxed but the orange-ish tinge to his eyes spoke volumes of his annoyance. Not quite rage, no- Marvus was rarely angry with you, but the maelstrom of emotions nagging at his thinkpan were so obnoxiously loud he could have screamed. His white knuckled grip on his cane as he flexed his fingers trying not to lash out at the trolls staring at him kept them from trying their luck with the celebrity. If he could have cast out his chucklevoodoos to turn the entire neighborhood into a mindless search party he would have. But if you were truly fine the display might frighten you and that was the last thing Marvus wanted. The search would take longer by himself but he reasoned it was for the best. You had most likely fallen asleep somewhere or made another friend who was monopolizing your time with them. It was a reasonable assumption. True danger always seemed to skip right over you. You always knew the choices to make to survive.

He found you at the bottom of a ravine. Your body unnervingly still with a golden harpoon sticking straight through your shoulder and pinning you firmly to the ground. He was careful as he slid down towards you. Not wanting to trip and possibly land on you. His bloodpumper was pounding in his ears as he grew closer, terrified that you had finally met your end. There was so much red, so much unnervingly bright mutant red. It slicked your clothes and muddied the ground for the entire world to see. If he’d been the painting type, the religious type, he’d say it was a sacrilegious masterpiece. Instead all he could focus on was the tremor in his hands as he checked your pulse. Whoever had done this… He caught his reflection in the polished gold of the harpoon, the bright scarlet of his eyes and the sneer pulled tight across his face. He’d kill them. He would fucking kill them for this. 

To your surprise you awoke. Sunlight struggling to burn through the blinds and purple curtains covering the windows of the room. A thick blanket had been tucked up around you making it difficult to do more than wiggle. Your shoulder and head a dull throbbing reminder of what had nearly come to be. The hulking shadow of a large troll caught your attention near your legs and you glanced down to find Marvus lifting the blanket to check the carefully done bandages on your legs. You must have made a sound at the sight of the violet blood still slicking his favorite jacket, nausea over what he must have done surging forward, causing him to look up at you. Those striking eyes were ringed in a deep scarlet, contrasting with the rich purple that was quickly marking his soon to be adult molt. He smiled, slow and predatory. 

“Don’ worry none lil mama, I took care of it. You jus catch some ‘z’s yeah?” His hand reached out and smoothed back the hair that had fallen into your face. “They ain’t gon hurt you. I promise.” 

As his hand continued to stroke your face you realized he wasn’t wearing any of his jewelry, the paint on his face had been smudged, and there was a predator’s satisfaction oozing from every bit of him. Something warm and soft nudged at your mind, reminded you of the sweet siren’s call of sleep. Your limbs growing heavy as your eyes drooped. 

“Marvus?” You croaked in confusion, he smiled at your scrunched brow and slight pout. 

“Lemme take care of you babe.”

“M’kay…” You yawned the fight and adrenaline leaving you as if siphoned away. He hated to use his chucklevoodoos on you but if it got you to rest then he didn’t see the harm. As you drifted back towards a dreamless slumber he pressed a kiss to your scalp and sighed. He’d have to call Polypa, it was her right as a moirail to know where you were and to help him finish the last motherfucker off. He glanced at the harpoon still crusted in your blood and its obnoxious violet insignia. Rage boiled under his skin, only abated by the fact you were there with him and recovering nicely. 

Calling on the LGBTQ community;

Call me Ben, I am 21 years old and I am an atheist transgender woman living in a  country where its a big sin to be homosexual or transgeder. The sentence is 14 years imprisonment if caught or reported with evidence.

I have been living an undercover life for four years now, my family are extremely religious and wouldn't let it slide if they get to know about me. My uncle suspected me once, he told my parents and they promised to hand me to the Feds if the suspicions a true. My mom (who is lenient)promised to send me to corrective therapy and never allowed access to the outside world until I'm sane (they see my originality as insanity).

I can't keep this cover up for much longer, already I'm raising eyebrows and so many are watching my every step. I'm scared, and all I ask Is be what I want in a safe environment. I don't want to face 14years jail term nor want to be looked up in a corrective therapy.

I'm calling on the LGBTQ.

I want to move out to a neighbouring country where Its not a crime to be who/what you want to be.

The money is to cover my travel expenses and living expenses until I reach a place where I can create my own income.

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have ya’ll heard about “Kinou Nani Tabeta?”

based on Yoshinaga Fumi’s manga by the same name, it’s a slice-of-life food-focused JDrama about a couple in their 40s who live together, a hairdresser by the name of Kenji Yabuki and his boyfriend Shiro Kakei who is a lawyer but also loves to cook.

it has been praised for its healthy and realistic depiction of gay domestic life, as well as what the various issues and nuances of being gay. Including:

Heteros™ that mean well

Gay Fear™

supportive straight women listening to the gays rant

well-meaning “when are you gonna get married?” parents

supportive parents!

misconceptions

especially about heteronormativity 

gay civil issues (also gay elders!!!!!!)

being out (or not) at work

trying to live your truth

and most importantly…

GAY PEOPLE BEING HAPPY

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