Generationstuck Masterpost!

[veebox]

THE PLURK

Post-scratch Ancestors/Pre-Scratch Guardians => Parents (or guardian, in Bro's case)
Pre-scratch Trolls/Alpha kids => Older siblings
Post-scratch Trolls/Beta kids => Younger siblings

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just set them up to knock them down // without leaving my fingerprints out

[princeafuckmylife]

[Cronus is such a dick. Sometimes Eridan can't believe they're related, but that fades quickly as he can't help but remind himself of all the ways that points all the fingers to how they very, very much are. Fucking Amporas. They're nasty fuckers, and despite all scrawny-ness and avoidance of too-physical tussles they can throw mean fucking punches. The rings help. Eridan's sure he's bruised in places he's damn glad aren't hurt to the bone, but he can't feel anywhere on his face swelling, which is more than he can say about Cronus. He smirks, thinks about how black and purple his brother's smug face is going to be when he goes back home eventually. He'd high-tailed it out of there when Cronus went down, slammed into the coffee table and everything.]

[But that leaves him without a place to stay for the night, though he could easily just hang out at a coffee shop and slink back in closer to midnight. It's a weekend, his father doesn't keep tabs on his whereabouts on weekends anymore, it'd be easy. Cronus, however, would wait up for him until about 3am, possibly 5am if he was determined to get back at him before sleeping. It's not that Eridan's scared of him, he just really fucking doesn't want to be around Cronus for as long as possible.]

[He really wants to see Sollux. The fight was pretty big, and honestly he'd like to brag to someone about how he triumphed over the big bad brother, told him off, punched him and finally clocked him in the face, along his damn Ampora-beautiful cheekbone. It was also about Sollux, or that's how it started and how it ended. Somewhere in the middle came the flood of insecurities and jealousy and blame, but it was sandwiched between "You're datin' a CAPTOR y'fuckin' DISGRACE" the entire time. He figures the story's a good one to tell about.]

[Eridan whips out his iPhone 5, brand new, fwips over to Sollux's number and calls him. When he picks up, he's quick to interject.]

Sol? I'm headin' over.

[Okay, ow, that pulled muscle in his back is hurting.]

I don't hate you (I don't hate you, no)

[mitunaoftroy]

[Mituna is hyper aware of the shift of tension in the boy beneath him. Cronus is pushing them both up off the floor and Mituna's hands scramble at the grain of the carpet for balance. He still gets a little thrill of panic when he's knocked off balance, memories of falls down stairs and intense, unreasoned nausea following treatments. But it passes quickly, and he leans in to bite down on Cronus' shoulder. The fabric of his stupid vintage shirt tastes like sweat and something bitter that is probably his stupid cologne soaked into the cloth.]

[He thrusts down hard with his hips, pushing against Cronus' arch to keep the friction on his groin and keep from getting bucked off.]

Fuck, Cronus, come on, buddy, there you go, yes.

[He's distracted enough that he barely notices how close he is to orgasm until his balls tense up, stomach muscles clenching hard. He bites back down onto Cronus' shoulder, trying to find something to hold onto so his arms don't go out from under him.]

Plurk RP leading up to the above thread

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

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I'm only human with my cross to bear (She described her underwear)

[mitunaoftroy]

[The cause of the problem: a faulty door on the cabinet Skaia High's pool toys are kept in. As it turns out, it only opens from the outside. That probably would have been good to know before Cronus and Mituna went on their little adventure.]

[See, the air conditioning is out, it's 3 weeks before graduation, and Mituna had jokingly pulled on the door to the pool during lunch, making a comment about going swimming. Turns out, it wasn't locked. Needless to say, neither of them went to their first afternoon class. Or, as it turns out, any of their afternoon classes. They'd made the executive decision to steal damp towels and bathing suits from the morning gym class, tossing crude comments at each other in the locker room while they changed.]

[It had seemed like a great idea at the time, when Cronus' smirks can be cut off with a splash and all the sweat's been washed off and replaced with chlorine. They're seniors and they're both already into the colleges they'll be attending next year, and it was too damn hot to focus anyways.]

[And then they heard the janitors talking from down the hall, and the panic had been immediate. Mituna quietly thinks it's a miracle he didn't hurt himself when he vaulted out of the water, searching the room for any open door. There's one, but the second they're both safely tucked inside, it becomes apparent that the janitors aren't coming in. The noise fades away and the doors to the pool never open. They wait a few minutes in careful silence. It's dark in the closet, which is barely big enough to contain both of them and all the toys already in there, but there's enough light from the edges of the door that they can see each other. Mituna catches Cronus' eye, nods, and goes to open the door.]

[It doesn't budge. He shakes it firmly and then throws his weight against it. Nothing.]

Shit.

I took her out it was Friday night || And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me

[niceguysalvwaysfinishlast]

[This wasn't the first time he and Mituna took refuge in the basement, loaded up on snacks and food from the kitchen, stocked the basement fridge with sodas, and made sure Eridan was permanently locked outside of said basement. The TV was always turned up to tune out his 9-year-old pounding on the door and crying about them being mean and something about Feferi being at daycare and blah blah bah, fuck little brothers. It was best friend time involving playing video games and watching movies that had just come out for purchase hours before.]

[And, ever since Cronus discovered the NC-17 channels, they sometimes watch porn. At night, mostly, there's still a paranoia that Cronus' dad might unlock the door and either come down himself or let Eridan toddle down to plop snug between them. Eridan was in bed by this point, and Mr. Ampora just generally didn't give a shit unless said little brother was making a racket at the door and waking him up or something.]

[Today's particular porn is a shitty movie that was "hardcore" and so far there's been plot, boobs, plot, bathroom fucking, and plot. And "plot" was actually just "bad transitional acting to move along this poor excuse for a story" but whatever, boobs and vaginas. And dicks. That awkward attraction to dicks.]