So I decided to take a long break from my current LoZ fanfic, seeing as I've become obsessed with homestuck. The following is a great example as to how severe my love of it as become. This was executed via PM's on a website called TrollPlay Forums, in which people post logs of RP's they did with random fans. However I personally messaged on exceptionally excellent Vriska; who goes by the name of apocalypseGambit. ?action=profile&uid=2631 That's a link to her profile, go check out the site if you're a big homestucker. So the writing below consists of our combined efforts, and hopefully will read as a fluid story without much alteration to the formatting.

Vriska's jealous, and she tells Fussyfangs as much, except she doesn't say she's jealous (her matesprit-moirail-flushcrush-girl who hates her and not in the good way). She says she's annoyed. That her sister's a dirty lying hypocrite, to say she'll never role-play again and then perigrees later be playing in the autistic catgirl's stupid stupid dumb dumb games. Fussyfangs doesn't try to point out the difference, that the pouncellor's games are harmless fun, because Vriska's in no mood to hear it. She only wants to complain to someone who'll listen no matter how many times she gets her heart ripped out and stomped on.
It Sounds Like You Care About Her Quite A Bit
N8nsense! The 8itch nearly kill8d me! I d8n't care one 88t!
That Is Exactly What I Have Gathered From The Proliferation Of Eights In Your Text
St8pid f8cking lousy dum8 t8ping qu8rk!
I Understand
All Too Well
What It Feels Like To Be Hurt By One Of Your Friends
She was neeeeeeeeever my friend! And I'm typing real slowly so you'll understand.
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She was never my friend, 8ut once she was my sister.

(-arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling gallowCalibrator [GC] -)

Just as Terezi was about to close the mysterious case of the missing scalemate, her crimson glasses suddenly lit up with a familiar blueberry color. It been ages since her nose had been graced with the sickeningly sweet smell of Vriska's deceitful text, and frankly she wasn't sure to be elated or irritated. Settling for an unstable mixture of both emotions she sighed and held up a hand, signaling for a pause, or "paws" as her newfound rping companion would like to say.
"Sorry Pouncellor, just one moment." The mighty legislacerator lowered the noose gripped between her fingers and flashed the cat girl a toothy grin. "This will only take a few seconds." She assured her, and reluctantly slid off her majestic dragon hood.

GC: H3H3H3H3H3H WH4T 4 PL34S4NT SURPR1S3. 4ND BY PL34S4NT 1 M34N TOT4LLY D1SRUPT1V3. PL34S3 G3T YOUR SP1D3RY R34CH3S 4W4Y FROM OUR COURT OF JUST1C3 :[
AG: Make me, Redgl8re!

It's a simple statement, nothing more. It should be more. Vriska needs to express just how she feels to this goddamn backstabbing bitch who used to be a sister, but she thinks that's impossible right about now. She drafts and deletes messages instantaneously, snarls and growls and abuses the eight key relentlessly. She's too preoccupied to realise that her fingers are naturally gravitating there, but it doesn't matter. Because in the end, those three words are all she manages to say.

Terezi smirked at the short message. She expected her former sister to go on a lengthy tangent about her superiority, or at least assault her with several messages riddled with unnecessary number 8's. However in three simple words, she noted that Vriska still managed to misuse it. Perhaps she was distressed, or perhaps she was simply trying to intimidate her.

GC: 4R3 YOU R34LLY GO1NG TO CONT1NU3 C4LL1NG M3 TH4T?

Terezi paused a moment, deliberating upon intentionally provoking Vriska or not. She decided the explosion of delicious cerulean text sure to follow would be worth it.

GC: SORRY BUT NOW4D4YS TH3R3S ONLY ON3 TROLL 1 WOULD B3 R3DGL4RE FOR. 4ND 1TS NOT YOU :]

Anger explodes in her head, and she'd call it seeing red if it wasn't so white-hot and burning. How dare she. After all they've been through, the girl she used to call sister just abandons her like that? Throws it in her face? Oh, no, that's not a thing Vriska can allow to happen. She doesn't share. Especially not with autistic catgirls whose minds are as weak as their personalities...
AG: You'll 8lways 8e m8ne, Redglare.
Nothing more needs to be said, not to her, anyway, the lying backstabbing bitch of a fucked up fakey fake legislacerator. Justice isn't a part of Vriska's life. She's a pirate queen- or she will be, once she's good enough to truly live up to her revered ancestor's legacy. For now, though, ah, for now-
Give h8r 8ack!
:33 *the pouncellor strokes her canesword thoughtfurlly befur replying*
:33 how can i *she says*
:33 if she was nefur yours to begin with?
She's in no mood for stupid stupid dumb dumb childish games, and the anger in her mind strikes with too-great a force, and the fucking pouncellor who stole her sister crumples to the floor with a wail.

She had hoped to remain aloof, even somewhat teasing towards the arachnid girl; it was the only way of dealing with her dramatic escapades. But this was too much. The fire that Vriska had been trying to stoke between them finally sparked as her companion was thrown to the wall. This is exactly what she had hoped to avoid; another never-ending, back and forth dual of one-upping each other. She didn't want to be sucked into the pirate's game; it was unjust and unnecessary. Yet a small part of the Libra felt a twinge of sick excitement as Vriska claimed that she was "hers." The same thrill of adrenaline coursed through her teal veins that she felt as Redglare. However, the surge was short-lived, as the cat girl wailed in agony. Terezi dashed over to Nepeta, gingerly lifting her to a sitting position.

"Oh fuck..."