After the death of Redglare, Mindfang makes a discovery of a young grub named Terezi. Instead of leaving the troll to die, she raises her along with Vriska. Even though there are good times and bad times on the ship, the young teal blood wonders what really happened to her own ancestor. Things get rough over the sweeps as Terezi starts questioning everything and starts to rebel.

Feferi Piexes had one word to describe her life as a princess: Lonely. Terezi Pyrope has one word to describe her life as a shapeshifter: Boring. So when she decides to kidnap the princess, both of them are surprised at the solace that they find within each other. (Femslash. Terezi/Feferi. AU. Written for autisticporrim.)

Kanaya comes back from a 'Straight Camp' and claims to be cured. Rose Lalonde thinks this is utter bullshit.

You know what?I've had enough. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and I need to pull my walls back up. Because no one can hurt you if no one can get close.I stand there for a moment, hurt and pain licking throughout my body, but yet, at the same time, I feel nothing. Numb to the world. "And you can listen to glass hearts shattering" I don't know what to do with myself. VrisKan

"And yet they're jade and blue equilibrium and they could share a kiss or two, maybe, if the sunset's right and Vriska's in a good mood and Kanaya's brave that day." Will eventually turn into a series of short fics about VrisKan. Some will be romantic, some will be friendship, some will be mournings of unrequited love, but there is lots of angst and fluff. Rated M for much cursing.

Tragedy hit and as a result the Dolorosa became slave to Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Does Mindfang truly love her the way she claims, or is she just using her to provoke jealousy in her kismesis Duelscar? One sided Mindfang/Dolorosa. Warnings for violence, and implied sexual references/activity.

Of pancakes and cracked gems. (TOSOTH-verse)

There exists a disease in which a child is born with only half a functioning heart. The right side may work on its own for a time, but a heart cannot beat without its other half. But with care the other side of the heart can be guided toward life.

Hatchets that once did so much damage begin to rust and fade from memory once put in the ground. One hatchet, invisible to all but two, is about to be unearthed. None of the rust will be wiped away. No edges honed. This is the story as it truly unfolded.