MOOP!

A/N: This entry is probably more entertaining if you like Homestuck. It's also very image heavy.

So, I have this awesome friend lex_of_green. In the month of December, Lex is frantically working on a secret sewing project, when two-thirds of the way through, it up and walks away!

But Lex squares thon's jaw, and says "FUCK YOU TOO UNIVERSE" and works doubletime to get the project finished. And announces it on Christmas day, with a request for my mailing address to send him to me.

I am, to be perfectly frank, ecstatic. Because holy shit, SOMEONE MADE ME A SENATOR LEMONSNOUT PLUSHIE HOLY SHIT! And in the course of comments, Lex mentions that his new owner is going to have to punish him extra hard to make up for version 1.0 running away.

I read this. I grin. The wheels start turning. I grin harder. The most horrible/best idea ever pops into my head. I grin so hard my face feels like breaking, and assure Lex that I will be *most* cruel. And that I'll take pictures.

These are those pictures.

I am, of course, dressed as Snowman because it's the only Homestuck cosplay I have. One could argue that this is a weird pairing. I am ultimately okay with it.


Wait? What was that about being a criminal? Embezzling beetles? Causing a hard time for my kismesis? Well I'm going to need some sort of evid--


A BOX OF EMBEZZLED BEETLES?! DELICIOUS ONES?! OKAY SENATOR, THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR! YOUR TRIAL BEGINS NOW!


CONFESS, DAMN YOU!


CONFESS!


Alright, fine. You won't immediately confess to embezzlement and being difficult?


Vee haff ways of making you talk.


You've heard of course of the black inches, but have you heard of the more cruel and possibly more ridiculous pink inches?


*insert whip onomatopoeia here*


WHY WON'T YOU CONFESS?! DON'T MAKE ME BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS!

(For reference, that little red thing is a seam ripper. For a stuffed animal, that is the *height* of edgeplay.)

At any rate, the threat of being disassembled was more than enough for my criminal to break down sobbing about his crimes. A verdict was passed down: Single-point neck suspension, more commonly called HANGING!


But first some shibari, because I'm a rigger at heart.


And because honest, he looks really *cute!* in a karada.


But yes! He is a criminal! We must hang him!


HANG HIM!


HUZZAH! JUSTICE ONCE AGAIN HAS BEEN SERVED!

And that was pretty much it. I was thoroughly satisfied with the amount of torture that had commenced, and quite pleased with the existence of this new friend. Because I am a kind and loving top, after I got him untied, I made sure to give him some snuggles and proper aftercare. And in the process of that, well, my photographer snapped this shot:



Okay. I admit it. I ship it!

~Sor
MOOP!