Woooo an update!! Only one illustration again, because Tech was finally able to do the second and then sai didn’t save it :( We figured it would be better to post as-is instead of me asking her to do it all over again. 

A quick note: We’re still both very busy! We’re going to do our best to keep working on things but updates will still be slow for quite some time. Thanks for your patience, everyone! Hope you enjoy the chapter. 

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CHAPTER 10 ILLUSTRATION THAT’S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS
(Regrettably I have to go so the actual chapter won’t be up for a couple of hours, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to get the picture uploaded so I could at least start formatting :>) 
Tech
Sorry for only one illustration! I had finally finished the second one,but it didn’t save :I. Also, following illustrations will have a change in style! Since the last update my coloring style and drawing style have changed a bit, sooo hopefully that won’t be too much of a problem :>

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Hey

hey guys

you know what this is 

CHAPTER 10 ILLUSTRATION THAT’S RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS

(Regrettably I have to go so the actual chapter won’t be up for a couple of hours, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to get the picture uploaded so I could at least start formatting :>) 

Tech

Sorry for only one illustration! I had finally finished the second one,but it didn’t save :I. Also, following illustrations will have a change in style! Since the last update my coloring style and drawing style have changed a bit, sooo hopefully that won’t be too much of a problem :>

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((Do you have romantic fantasies? If so, what are they like and who is in them?))

((Uh, it’s been, what, a month since I last uploaded one of these? Wow. Sorry, folks. I know for at least two and a half weeks of that I’ve been utterly overwhelmed with school, but I’m not sure how to account for the rest. I forgot??? Anyway sorry about that! Here’s Terezi—kind of a short one, but it’s here. Equius should be next, providing I don’t get stuck on his too, haha.)) 

Terezi

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((I’m just going to pick six so I can focus more on each response. If you’d really like to hear an answer from someone else, send the question again and specify!))

Gamzee
Well sure. Ain’t no reason not to. I haven’t had a human quadrantmate before, but I’ve done up and played red with one or two. Might have played black, too, but aren’t too many human folks can reciprocate. 

Terezi
I haven’t, but I would! It’s not like they’re a lesser species, or anything, we’re pretty much the same.
… Okay maybe they’re a little lesser. Trolls are pretty great. 

Karkat
I sort of had a relationship with a human. I don’t know that it really counts, it literally lasted 56 hours. She tried to go too fast, and I panicked, and by the time I calmed down enough to try to tell her I was sorry for fucking up so much she’d disappeared. I guess she was disgusted enough she never wanted to see me again. Or, well, that was my first thought, but none of her friends seemed to know where she’d gone either. Gamzee insisted it was fine and I shouldn’t worry about it, and it was better off this way, but I don’t know. It doesn’t quite seem right. 

Kanaya
I have only ever been involved with trolls, but I have definitely considered being in a relationship with a human. I have… done a lot of considering. 

Tavros
I guess I would? It doesn’t weird me out or anything, but I’ve never really been attracted to anyone who wasn’t a troll. 

Feferi
Humans aren’t wheelie my thing! Their pistons don’t fire quite the same as ours, if you get my drift. If they don’t feel the same things we do, I don’t really see the point! 

Dave
Uh. No. How fucking moronic would you even have to be to do that. You’d fall over and damage the bike and hit your head on the wall on the way down and then your girlfriend would break up with you.
I mean, probably. In that hypothetical situation.  

Aradia
((If Aradia were awake to answer this question she may have just winked. I’m not sure, though. Guess we’ll never know.)) 

John
Ew, no. Bikes and tracks are for racing! Not for wigglin’ your squigglies or whatever. Besides, you’d probably end up falling over and hurting yourself. (And then your brother might just tell his boyfriend about how much of a klutz you are, and his boyfriend would tell his kids, and his kids would laugh at you because you’re an idiot and how do you even get all the way around the track once without doing an acrobatic fucking pirouette off your handlebars? Haha, loser.) 

Jade
Eh, not really! I kind of made out with someone once after a race, and we were still at the track, so maybe that counts. I’m not about to do that on a bike, though. Not like some dipshits.

Eridan
Well sure. As long as we’re bein’ careful or whatever. Never actually done it, though, no one’s wanted to try yet. 

Vriska
Would I? Would I? Anon, I think the real question is why the fuck wouldn’t you! It’s the greatest. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

Terezi
Make that a big “eh.” You nearly get killed trying to have high-speed sex once, you’ve done it a thousand times. It’s not really worth it!  

Tavros
Possibly? I’ve, thought about it once or twice, it could be kind of fun. Providing, that the bike isn’t moving, and we are not doing anything that could cause serious injury? I guess, unless, it was a kismesissitude, and injuries were part of the equation. 

Dave

I think it’s kind of weird that you’d rather know about the place than the sex itself. But whatever. I’ll indulge you. 

It takes place in the back of a ‘97 Ford Explorer. It was my ex’s mom’s car. I don’t know why we thought that was in any way sexy. The floor was filthy because the ex’s little siblings played soccer, I think we laid a towel down, I don’t remember. The seats had covers on them, like those really terrible fuzzy ones with awful patterns, and on the back of the driver’s seat, in the pocket, there was this pamphlet about swine flu and a really old box of twizzlers. 

The car’s immediate surroundings were a blue pickup truck and some kind of black sedan, maybe a Toyota or something. The car in front of us was… I think white, a sedan again, but honestly after we parked I wasn’t paying much attention. 

I probably should have been paying attention because a mall cop came by about ten minutes later and scared the shit out of me when he knocked on the window. Got us in a shitload of trouble. But, hey. What can you do. 

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((Do you have romantic fantasies? If so, what are they like and who is in them?))

Kanaya

 

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Karkat

It sounds an awful lot like you’re accusing me of gossip, you impertinent ass-face. 

Look, I don’t gossip. I am a professional. And I am not a professional gossiper, thank you very much, I am a professional commentator, and I take my job very seriously. I do not get paid to sit around scratching at the festering hole in my ass speculating upon who in Team Dipshit Wonder Twins might be rubbing their respective squiggly bits on the third top ranking racer in this circuit—who by the way is Serket, because I am doing my actual job and paying attention. 

Was Serket. Shit, sorry, I fell behind, she’s down a few points. It’s Strider this time. 

Okay, fine, I admit we aren’t completely on-topic one-hundred-percent of the time. You can place the blame on that almost entirely on Gamzee’s shoulders, however, because he’s the one that always brings it up. I just. Get distracted. I’m fucking passionate about certain things, alright, I’m allowed. 

… I. Shit. I don’t mean I’m passionate about other peoples’ squiggly bits. I mean I’m passionate about… 

I’m going to stop talking before I officially fuck myself over. I’m done, question over. 

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((Do you have romantic fantasies? If so, what are they like and who is in them?))

((I’m doing this one out of order because it came to me first.))

Vriska

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Karkat
If you don’t already understand it’s going to be hard to explain to you. It’s not like they’re technically any different they just… they just are. 

Gamzee
I think you’re saying they feel different. 

Karkat
But they don’t. Not physically. Lips are lips and that’s just kind of how it is. 

Gamzee
I wasn’t talkin’ about lips, Karkat, I was talkin’ about hearts. 

Karkat
… Yeah. Uh. Hearts, okay. Listen, anon, it’s hard to explain without it sounding stupid or brazenly cheesy, so I’m going to leave that up to Gamzee, seeing as he’s a downright natural. Take it away, “Stupid and Brazenly Cheesy.” 

Gamzee
Looks like it’s my turn.

Karkat’s sorta right. It’s hard to explain, and you probably won’t get it unless you’ve at least seen it a bunch. It’s easier if you’ve felt it, ‘cause that’s where the real difference lies. 

Moirails and matesprits kiss in about the same places. It’s not like chunks of bodies are sectioned off, red here, pale here, black here, who even motherfuckin knows with ash—it ain’t like that. It all has to do with what folks are comfortable with. Karkat and I don’t have anyone else, not just yet, so we don’t have anyone up and getting jealous or uncomfortable because of a few smooches. 

I think most folks don’t much mind. Your matesprit’s moirail kisses ‘em on the mouth, or the neck, or right on the kneecap, chances are you’re not going to get too upset. Because it’s different, see? I up and kiss Karkat on the mouth and the neck and right on the kneecap, and I don’t feel flushed for him any more than any fine motherfucker I play red with for a night. I might kiss him just about the same, but it’s what I’m feelin’ that makes the difference. 

I guess your second question gets about the same answer. It’s just what you’re comfortable with. Karkat gets all kinds of snuggly but some palemates don’t so much as pap each others’ faces with a long stick. Some moirails probably get to mating, too, but still feel just as pale. I figure as long as they’re happy and they’re not makin’ anyone else who matters unhappy, there’s not a thing wrong with that. 

Could be if either of us fills any other quadrants, we’ll have to have a talk about what everyone’s cool with, but in the meantime we’re fine just—

Karkat
ALRIGHT, thanks, that’s enough out of you. Jesus, I leave you alone for five minutes to answer a simple question and you’re about ready to write disturbingly intimate smut about your pale quadrant. 

Give me the keyboard, I’m confiscating it.