smth about how PM put on the ring at the same time the tumor detonated and created the green sun. like she was reborn in that moment
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Send proof of voting PM in the overworked blorbo battle and I will do an art request for you. Seriously, not joking. I have art examples over on @starlight-prism.
VOTE PM!
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I'm so sad that pm didn't stay a little doggy :( dog bug woman...
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Homestuck writing prompt from @tasktaker ! They asked for reader watching a couple furries (Bec Noir and PM) who You happen to be dating beat eachother to near death for the third time this week.
tw: violence, some blood
You aren't sure when it began or why, you just came running when you started hearing growling to see Bec Noir flying across the room to smash into a wall, sending a picture frame toppling to the floor, the glass shattering.
"Outside, outside now!"
Bec Noir and PM don't take their eyes off of each other, but both of their ears swivel towards your direction, and they briefly flash the color of the green sun before disappearing out of your house. You know they won't have gone far, and sure enough you hear sounds of continued strifing and growling in your backyard.
They do this several times a week. Instead of spending your energy trying to break them up, it's better to let them get it out of their system. Still, you don't feel right leaving them unsupervised like this, so you go stand in the window to keep an eye on them.
Bec Noir leaps across the yard to land on PM, who has to hold him at arms length to keep his toothy maw from clamping down onto her neck. She lifts one knee up into his stomach with enough force for him to cough up some blood. He stumbles backwards to regroup before drawing the sword that sticks out of his middle. PM draws her own in response.
Things must be getting heated if they're bringing the swords into this, you think. Maybe you should interfere this time. Last time the swords came out they killed your cherry tree by slicing it clean down the middle. You dig around in the pantry while sounds of metal clashing against metal rings outside. Here they are, the Snausages.
The noise of the battle ceases as soon as you grab the bag, and they soon both appear in your kitchen, looking a little bloody and worse for wear. The Snausages put them both into a more dog-like state, making them susceptible to simple commands.
"Sit"
They both obey, sitting down on the tile floor, eyes trained on you. You give PM a Snausage first, which causes Bec Noir to release a low growl from his throat.
"Enough," you command, and the growl stops once you've handed him a Snausage.
"And that's enough fighting for now," you say, scratching them both between the ears. PM gets back to her feet to pull you into an embrace, wagging her tail appreciatively. The body of a dog fused with a carapacian is strange, but hard and smooth in some areas and fluffy in others. Bec Noir growls again, not liking being left out of the cuddling.
"Stop that." You poke his snout, and then take his hand to pull him into the hug as well. He obliges, and joins in on the peaceful moment.
This will probably not last much longer than 24 hours before they're once again back at each other's throats.
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Thank you for the prompt! I hope it was what you wanted!
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