As the summary says, I'm completely new to writing. I also only recently discovered Homestuck, but I'm already a fan. Hopefully, the two of those forgive the doubtless many failures of this fic. It's mainly an attempt to write some John/Vriska which avoids the frustrating tendency to simply gloss over Vriska's many faults with regards to their relationship.
Oh, and *obligatory pointless disclaimer*.
Who You Are
She's a psychopath - a textbook case, you're sure Rose would say. She's a murderer - scratch that, a serial killer. She's proud to the point of arrogance and has a god complex like you can hardly believe. She's manipulative, cruel and sharp and you have no idea how many people she's hurt emotionally and killed painfully, some of them her friends, but you know it's a lot.
She's insane. She was born and raised to believe she should hurt and kill, that it is her right and, in some way, duty to do so. And she's been doing it, willingly or not, since she was old enough to kill, to feed her monster of a guardian.
She's strong and independent and never, ever asks for help, even when it would be smart. She always thinks she knows better than everybody else and sometimes, she's right. She never backs down, never gives up, never allows anybody room for weakness, not even herself, oh and she looks damn good in jeans and a T-shirt - crap. You're drooling over her again.
She is Vriska Serket, and you have no idea why you can't stop thinking about her.
He's an idiot - even Karkat agrees with you on that point. He's a fool of a boy with a stupid grin and a mind to match. He's easily manipulated and easy to fool. He stumbles around perpetually with no idea what he's doing, his lack of knowledge matched only by his sheer dumb luck. He, in a word, is weak.
He's trusting and nice and oh, so very quick to believe the best of everyone, and you know from experience that the only way that can possibly end is badly. He's like a thousand others, too weak to fight, not clever enough to cheat, all of them doomed to become spider-food.
He commands, but never orders, never gets angry. He befriends everyone he meets, never assumes, never turns somebody away out of fear and hatred, even when it would be smart. You're not sure if he's even capable of hatred, come to think of it. He's always accepting, forgiving of mistakes, willing to clean up others' messes, regardless of whether or not they deserve it, and damn do you want to be comforted by those strong arms, really where does he get those muscles - crap. You're drooling over him again.
He is John Egbert, and you have no idea why you can't stop thinking about him.
