Fanwork 08
May. 17th, 2011 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharknastyTitle: Phone's For You
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13 (ish)
Warning: Alien insectoid organic technology dicks
Summary: An awkward rustblood, his spacey indigo friend, and a terribly designed phone.
A/N: The one time I saw the following picture on plus4chan, and I thought it was funny, so I wrote this. As a note, I have no idea who drew the picture, but if anyone could tell me, I'd love toblame credit them.
Tavros feels ridiculous whenever he used the phone, but occasionally the windmill on his hive disrupted the connection of his wireless, which forced him to use the less than optimal communications device. Troll phones were kind of... disturbing. In fact, disturbing would be undercutting it, so it probably ranked up there with obscene and Gog-fuckingly horrible. He cringes in preemptive mortification when Tinkerbull comes fluttering back to him and drops the Telecommuninsect onto his legs. It churrs sleepily, kicking in his lap before it tucks its legs into its sides and turns onto it's back.
All the little button-nipples are visible and quivering, and Tavros is realizing just how much he doesn't want to do this, how creepy using the phone is generally, and how it would be a much better choice if he just waited for his internet to return and talked to Gamzee then. The only thing that keeps him from giving up on the whole idea is that Gamzee told him that he had something really important to say.
Cringing and squirming in his four wheel device, Tavros presses down on the button-like protrusions that correspond with Gamzee's hive-number. He ignores the squirming and kicking the phone-grub makes as he puts it up to his ear, blood rising to his cheeks in a mahogany flush.
He's willing to bear the weight of waiting for Gamzee to pick-up his own Telecommunisect, knowing that the other troll gets spacey sometimes and that he wanders out to the sea to think a lot. It’s easy to wait for his friend to get back because that will probably happen before his internet returns, and that’s just what friends do for each other. Then he feels it, the soft wet slide of something slick rubbing across his jawline and too close to his mouth for comfort. He pulls the grub away from his face and cringes at the small insectoid bulge that has wormed its way out of its hiding place. Tavros is quick to drop the phone-grub on the floor in front of him and back up his wheelchair as far as it can go.
An hour later, the grub has crawled away, back to it's tank to sulk while Tavros shakes in his chair, sure that pressing back far enough into the device will make him vanish and forget that that godawful incident ever happened. Tinkerbull is trying futilely to comfort him, nuzzling itself into his shoulder to calm him down. When the rustblood finally snaps out of his stupor, it's to the tiny blip that informs him that his internet connection has returned. The baaing noise of a hornbeast informs him that Gamzee has just sent him a message and he rolls himself over to his husktop.
terminallyCapricious [tC] began trolling adiosToreador [aT]
tC: HeY MaN ArE YoU AlL BeInG AlRiGhT Up iN WhErE YoU'Re aT?
aT: yEAH I'M SORT OF ALRIGHT, bUT, uHH, i DON'T THINK THAT PHONE CALL THING IS GOING TO WORK THOUGH
tC: AwWw sHiT MaN DiD YoUr pHoNe wIg oUt oN YoU LiKe sOmE KiNdA FuCkInG SpAzZ?
tC: tHeY jUsT uP aNd AlL bEiNg At MoThErFuCkIn DoInG tHaT sOmEtImEs BrO,
tC: JuSt tHoUgHt yOu'd wAnNa hEaR My vOiCe aNd sHiT FoR ThE ImPoRtAnT ThInG I'M AlL BeInG ReAdY To sPeW In yOuR DiReCtIoN.
aT: uUUUH, wHAT IS IT,
aT: tHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY, i MEAN,
tC: WeLl i wAs aLl sPaCiNg oUt aNd sHiT On tHe bEaCh aNd tHeN I WaS AlL ReMeMbErInG ThAt yOuR WrIgGlInG DaY Is tOmOrRoW So i wAnTeD To bE AlL SaYiNg iT FiRsT AnD ShIt.
tC: HaPpY WrIgGlInG DaY My MaIn MoThErFuCkEr.
aT: uHHH, gAMZEE
aT: mY WRIGGLING DAY, uHHH, iSN’T FOR ANOTHER 3 PERIGEES
But at least he got the date right this time.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13 (ish)
Warning: Alien insectoid organic technology dicks
Summary: An awkward rustblood, his spacey indigo friend, and a terribly designed phone.
A/N: The one time I saw the following picture on plus4chan, and I thought it was funny, so I wrote this. As a note, I have no idea who drew the picture, but if anyone could tell me, I'd love to
Tavros feels ridiculous whenever he used the phone, but occasionally the windmill on his hive disrupted the connection of his wireless, which forced him to use the less than optimal communications device. Troll phones were kind of... disturbing. In fact, disturbing would be undercutting it, so it probably ranked up there with obscene and Gog-fuckingly horrible. He cringes in preemptive mortification when Tinkerbull comes fluttering back to him and drops the Telecommuninsect onto his legs. It churrs sleepily, kicking in his lap before it tucks its legs into its sides and turns onto it's back.
All the little button-nipples are visible and quivering, and Tavros is realizing just how much he doesn't want to do this, how creepy using the phone is generally, and how it would be a much better choice if he just waited for his internet to return and talked to Gamzee then. The only thing that keeps him from giving up on the whole idea is that Gamzee told him that he had something really important to say.
Cringing and squirming in his four wheel device, Tavros presses down on the button-like protrusions that correspond with Gamzee's hive-number. He ignores the squirming and kicking the phone-grub makes as he puts it up to his ear, blood rising to his cheeks in a mahogany flush.
He's willing to bear the weight of waiting for Gamzee to pick-up his own Telecommunisect, knowing that the other troll gets spacey sometimes and that he wanders out to the sea to think a lot. It’s easy to wait for his friend to get back because that will probably happen before his internet returns, and that’s just what friends do for each other. Then he feels it, the soft wet slide of something slick rubbing across his jawline and too close to his mouth for comfort. He pulls the grub away from his face and cringes at the small insectoid bulge that has wormed its way out of its hiding place. Tavros is quick to drop the phone-grub on the floor in front of him and back up his wheelchair as far as it can go.
An hour later, the grub has crawled away, back to it's tank to sulk while Tavros shakes in his chair, sure that pressing back far enough into the device will make him vanish and forget that that godawful incident ever happened. Tinkerbull is trying futilely to comfort him, nuzzling itself into his shoulder to calm him down. When the rustblood finally snaps out of his stupor, it's to the tiny blip that informs him that his internet connection has returned. The baaing noise of a hornbeast informs him that Gamzee has just sent him a message and he rolls himself over to his husktop.
terminallyCapricious [tC] began trolling adiosToreador [aT]
tC: HeY MaN ArE YoU AlL BeInG AlRiGhT Up iN WhErE YoU'Re aT?
aT: yEAH I'M SORT OF ALRIGHT, bUT, uHH, i DON'T THINK THAT PHONE CALL THING IS GOING TO WORK THOUGH
tC: AwWw sHiT MaN DiD YoUr pHoNe wIg oUt oN YoU LiKe sOmE KiNdA FuCkInG SpAzZ?
tC: tHeY jUsT uP aNd AlL bEiNg At MoThErFuCkIn DoInG tHaT sOmEtImEs BrO,
tC: JuSt tHoUgHt yOu'd wAnNa hEaR My vOiCe aNd sHiT FoR ThE ImPoRtAnT ThInG I'M AlL BeInG ReAdY To sPeW In yOuR DiReCtIoN.
aT: uUUUH, wHAT IS IT,
aT: tHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY, i MEAN,
tC: WeLl i wAs aLl sPaCiNg oUt aNd sHiT On tHe bEaCh aNd tHeN I WaS AlL ReMeMbErInG ThAt yOuR WrIgGlInG DaY Is tOmOrRoW So i wAnTeD To bE AlL SaYiNg iT FiRsT AnD ShIt.
tC: HaPpY WrIgGlInG DaY My MaIn MoThErFuCkEr.
aT: uHHH, gAMZEE
aT: mY WRIGGLING DAY, uHHH, iSN’T FOR ANOTHER 3 PERIGEES
But at least he got the date right this time.