Hello there! this is my first homestuck story and I hope its t least somewhat good. Also there will be a few OC's I do a lot of research on trying to find a good name to match them too. Hopefully this doesn't die on me later and also I would really love it if you reviewers would help me with some OC's! it can either be from a ship or just a random character my little OC can interact with~ she does need friends! now stop reading this and enjoy! cx
/Abconds
Disclaimer: the rest of the characters belong to the ever so great Hussie! I do not own them in any way I just love to ship them~!
You may not be able to hear a single beautiful melody, but if you allow your heart to hear. Then you will get some sort of resemblance to the actual world of sound.
Well; you can fully relate to that, but the asshole that invented that quote wasn't fucking deaf. 'He must've been trying to cheer up his damn kid or something.' You sighed looking out the window. The only thing you can do are just noises like groaning or moaning in either pain or just being a lazy teenager not really wanting to do stuff. Sometimes grunts but if you get hit, or sighing, usually a giggle if you can actually sense what is funny. You do have a humor, you just tend to not use it a lot cause most people can't read sign language.
And let's face it, A LOT of people can't even read sign language.
BUT! That is going to change! You are going to be getting surgery today on your ears and hopefully, by some miracle of god himself (as your gramps had put it), be able to hear! And after that learn to talk! You kind of taught yourself but you need to actually hear instead of sounding out stuff. You can read lips pretty well, just not when they are speaking to fast or if they bore you and you decide to just stop paying attention.
Anyways through the internet you sort of…learned to speak. Yes, you can't fucking hear but hey Google spells that shit out for you! You tried asking your dad a question, and thank god you did! Cause you wouldn't be sitting here at the doctors if you hadn't asked him.
/when you asked your dad the question/
You are on your laptop currently trying to figure out if you should go through with this. You have been looking at this day and night trying to have some sort of sense if you are doing it right, but luck seems to just laugh at you and leave.
It is currently dark out and you know your dad is on his way home from work. Your mother is currently making something in the kitchen. If the smell from your kitchen is anything to go by.
Your room is dark. The only light that is present is from your laptop. You sighed and moved back on the swivel chair and moved your feet to the left making your way towards you ever comfy bed. You then lurched forward and just threw yourself on the bed. 'OKAY! It's just a simple question, no need to get all stupid about it!'
No.
There is a reason to get all stupid about it. You are deaf and might possibly remain this way, until with some sort of short distance miracle, you could possibly hear.
Your room is painted a cherry red color. Thanks to your ever-loving grandma and mom! You have a light fixture on the ceiling in the middle of your room. The ceiling being a plain white color with kind of contrasts with the cherry color of your room. But you love it either way.
Your floor is carpeted, and it is still in the same condition for 16 years. You have been homeschooled but you went to school at an early age for sign language.
And your parents being the smartasses that think 'we can fucking do this!'(Mostly your father with you mom cackling from what you can tell) decided to teach you. you we're 12 years old and well they sort of did a good job your mom hired a person to teach you and them some good sign language and also the bad part of sign language.
Like cussing for example.
You smiled at the memory and reached out to grab your two little stuffed friends. Drago and Crabtor.
You could've named them something else but who gives a shit? You have sounded out their names before and you thought in that little moment in their beady little eyes that maybe they we're smiling at you.
Happy that you tried to say a name in which you can't even hear, you sort of cried…
Okay enough of you sentimental memories! Your room was designed by yourself with the help of your grandpa's friends and also your grandma.
Your bed is just black with little white spades and diamonds going down you keep your two friends on their and your pillows of course. Above your bed on the wall are pictures of your family. Your mom drawing on your dads face while he slept through her favorite TV show as a 'punishment', since she had to suffered through romcoms and he would make sure to wake her up when 'the good part was coming up.'
Your grandma teaching you how to paint, and next to that one was a picture of your grandpa sleeping with paint all over him. He was really mad, but he let it slide. Another with your gramps and his friends playing some sort of card game, with you wearing sunglasses dealing the cards to them. Another with you and your parents at the beach. Your dad wearing a red crab swim trunks while your mom was wearing a teal with red bathing suit. Next to it was your father running away from your mom cause she had a crab and chased him around. And the rest we're both book covers and magazines pictures of clothes you'd like to wear.
You have a desk to your left which holds a lamp, laptop and pencils and stuff. Next to that is a bookshelf with books you'd like to read. All of them fantasy and sci-fi or just random fact books.
In the front of your bed are two bean bags and a TV connected to two games consoles. And a pile of neatly stacked games to the side of said consoles. You have a ps3 and also an Xbox 360. You don't really care much for actual television since you can barely tell what they are saying. And like in the beginning you are deaf, so you leave it. Then we have white door to the right of your TV which is your closet that holds your many clothes and junk.
Then to the right of your closet is your white door with a shoe rack on it. That leads to the hallway, you sometimes have to be careful or else all the shoes could come tumbling down and you'll hurt yourself!
On your right is a little night stand which holds your clock. Yes the irony I know, every room needs one and you can tell time. And then on the other wall is your window that leads outside, you barely go outside, but who cares!
Oh look someone pulled up into the drive way and- oh shit, YOUR DADS' HOME!
You have 10 minutes to decide on whether or not to ask your dad that question.
'It is only a simple yes or no question…but what if they start crying!' you thought. Or worse they both start crying! It's bad enough with your dad, like when he watched the ending of titanic. You sighed and stared at your door,' this can go really well or really bad.' You then made a groaning noise. And got up from your comfy bed. And walked to the door, you didn't notice the light footsteps on the other side so when you reached for the knob the door swung out and smacked you hitting your nose directly. Yup your dad is home.
You closed your eyes and reached for your nose, making a grunting sound. You cracked one eye open the hallway light silhouetting your dad for a bit until you cracked the other open and blinked. Your dad was letting out a string of curses and apologies to you. You then felt something trickle down your palm. Shit your bleeding! You then felt your dad grab your arm and drag you to the restroom.
The hallway has two lamps at both ends, a carpeted floor and is painted a light brown color. There are obvious family pictures and also a mirror hanging down the wall at the beginning of the stairs. Just to make sure they look presentable for they're jobs or at least half decent when they have a day off. Your room is located on the right side of the hallway and your parents have theirs at the end on the same side. Then on the left is just a random closet and next to it is the bathroom.
The bathroom is nothing great just a clean white restroom with a big ass mirror. And little removable rugs in front of the toilet with the bathroom closet in front of the sink. You looked at the mirror to see your father's accidental damage.
You have shoulder length black hair, with red eyes you're not really sure why you have red eyes but your dad has them, so you're not entirely alone. Your skin is white, which matches your hair. You also have light little freckles on your face. You have chubby cheeks (thanks dad) and a small rounded nose to add to your 'cuteness' as your grandma had signed to you.
You are a bit short standing at 5'5 and your dad being about 5'9. Your mom is like 4 inches taller than him! Oh well you can't pick your genes right?
Your dads' name is Karkat Vantas. He is currently 5'9 at the good age of 30 with black hair and slightly tan skin. He is a grumpy man, a complete opposite of your mom! But he has a different way of showing how he cares, with a lot of curse words and with the occasional flicker of the middle finger to people.
When you we're born he cried like he just watched the titanic all over again. He loves Romantic comedies, he is good when it comes to the sad pathetic love life of others. He is actually a marriage counselor. And a pretty damn good one at that. You have been to his office downtown and wow is it nice.
Your mom on the other hand is a lawyer! Solving cases and kicking illegal ass with justice! Holy shit is she just awesome! Her name is Terezi Pyrope She is about 29 years old and damn good at her job! She has reddish brown hair with light skin, kind of like yours, but she goes out to places, so she has a tan line going on.
She is always smiling and laughing at stuff she is a bit dorky, but your mom and dad love each other like they we're in their teens again. Ew! Your mom has light blue eyes that look teal! You mom is blind…well she was blind but now everything is better! Maybe one day you will actually be able to hear! And listen to her jokes with your dad making a grumpy face like always but smiling none the less.
You then felt something gently press against your nose, it was a tissue. Your dad then made a hand sign asking if you we're okay. You just nodded and smiled. Getting a hold on the toilet paper and wiping away the blood.
You sighed. 'Do it!' your conscience screamed at you.
You started to get nervous, and you looked away from your dad. You decided to do what you always do just breath in; then breath out it sort of helped.
You felt a tap on your shoulder. It was your dad he is asking if everything is okay and it sort of is-wait no its not! You are currently 15 years old turning 16 in a few months and god dammit! You seriously want to ask him! So might as well try it now.
Your throat was suddenly dry, ugh why does this happen?
Okay just chill out. And hum, you listen to the vibrations in your chest and you open your mouth. No hands stay down! You sighed and you shut your eyes so tight only seeing the colors dance around. So with a deep breath and a sudden spring of determination you said it. You just hope it came out right.
'Listen to the vibrations, remember!' your conscience screamed at you.
"DAD!" you said the vibrations sounded right just like you practiced!
You cracked one eye open. He was shocked to say the least so you decided to continue.
"I…" you gulped, 'stay calm!' you thought.
"Want to…go…" oh no okay it's alright to stumble on your words just don't back down like a fucking coward!
You coughed and finally managed to get the last part out!
"Go to school!"
After what seemed like an hour you opened your eyes. You dad was staring at you like he didn't hear a word you said! Damn you might have to repeat. Oh wait he's saying something!
Oh fuck if his lips are anything to go by he's calling your mom.
TE-REH-ZEE. Shit he is calling her! You looked down you then felt your mothers' footsteps coming up the stairs. And the little snap of her putting her hands on the sides of the door.
You sighed for like the billionth time that day. You looked back and forth at them, okay let's test your lip reading ability!
'What karkels?' your mother said with one of her many pet names for your dad.
'She just spoke! And stop with the nicknames! This is serious!' you dad said
'Well what did she say?' your mom asked leaning against the door frame and tilting her head. I she could have a question mark for a mouth she would definitely have one.
You decided to look down. 'This was a stupid idea!' you mentally screamed at yourself. You assumed your dad was telling her what happened. You took a glance at your mom's direction. She was wearing a white t-shirt with her black skirt that she usually wears to work, still on.
You looked over to your dad. He was wearing black pants and his white button up shirt was untucked along with his black belt. He has a white shirt on and you assume the tie he had on was thrown somewhere in the car in the back. You then glanced down at yourself.
You need to go out more often, seriously your legs are white as fuck. You wiggled your toes against the floor. You had painted your toe nails black, the looked pretty good-oh wait there is a line dammit your grandma does this perfectly why can't you? Oh well, you are wearing black shorts with a black shirt that had a crab on it. Your aunt made you this and you love it! It looks like the crab is bleeding and on the back is the cancer sign. You then felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up and your parents we're smiling. Your mom then signed
'Guess you figured out your surprise already!' your mom was smiling.
Your eyes widened, you looked over at your dad he was smiling and then signed
'Last month the doctors told us about a surgery that could actually-' your dad then started to fumble with his hands. Confused of what to say, you looked over to your mom and she did a face palm. You dad then took out his phone and started to tap away furiously on the little touch screen device. After a few minutes he gave it to you and signed 'read it'
'The doctors have given us a choice on a surgery that could enable you to hear, those fuckers said for us to wait but we decided that keeping you locked up in this shit of a god damn house was enough, we want you to be happy and we have heard you try speaking before. So your mother and I thought we should let the doctors know. After a few months, of them keeping us on hold for the whole fucking ordeal. They said yes, and next month you will be getting the surgery!'
You smiled and wiped away the tears. Fuck when did you start crying? You gave the phone back to your dad and looked at your mom.
Your mom then signed.
'That's why we have been taking you to the doctors, they needed to check on you and make sure everything is okay with you. We wanted to wait, but since you already asked we might as well tell you.'
Your father then motioned for you to take the phone. You got it and started reading.
'They said within the next month once your healed they will teach you how to talk and shit. You'll have a speech teacher and everything. Gramps and Grandma will also help along with gramps fucking crew of old fucktards. And Kankri and Porrim but we decided to hold off on that. We don't want you do lose your hearing cause of his stupidly long speeches. But Porrim will also help with writing and shit. And also when you improve on your progress.' You blinked 'what?' When you improved on your progress what will happen? You then looked up, both of you parents smiling and signing.
"You can go to a school, instead of being cooped up in here." They both said.
You always felt…like you we're in a void. A dark and quiet hole. It's like you don't really exist without the one key component of living. Which is hearing. Hearing your dad cuss out some random person, hearing your mom laughing like a mad woman. Hearing grandma telling you how to paint accordingly.
But the most important one that you we're never really able to do. Was make friends. Whenever you went to the store or the doctors with your parents or grandma, everywhere you looked, you saw people laughing and talking with other people. With their friends…and now! You'll be able to interact with people! And learn new things!
Now I won't be so different!
/End the girl asking her dad the question/
You smiled at the memory. It is now June and it is summer, a few days before your birthday which is June 9.
Your heart is beating like crazy and you re drumming your fingers on your knee. It is only you and your parents in the white room, your mom on your left, your dad on the right. Your dad seemed bored but you know it was a façade, he is just as equally as nervous as you are, your mom on the other hand was taking a damn snooze. Seriously how can she sleep!
Your mom then woke from her nap and blinked a few times. She looked over at you then your dad. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and nervousness. She gave you a smile then she reached over behind you and pinched your dad.
He flinched and you mom was giggling. If everything goes right you can finally hear her. No them. And you won't feel like a random spot of air where ever you go.
You have lived a happy life up until now, but that life is over and right now you are ready for a new one. You then looked at the only door in the waiting room, besides the restroom of course, a nurse has come through it with a clipboard in hand. She was smiling at you, she was wearing green scrubs and she her hair was in a bun. And at in that moment you held your breath as realization dawned on you.
This will be the last time you have to read lips.
This will be the last time you have to use sign language.
And this will be the start of a new life with you actually hearing things.
"Taneri Vantas will you please follow me?"
Your name is Taneri Vantas and you will finally feel normal.