do i have any homestucks (besides the obvious) even still following me? anyways give me vrisnep headcanons?
that’s a terrible ship and I hate you for summoning the thought into my mind out of the ether.
anyway – au where nepeta waits for vriska to go out flarping and kills her lusus, getting somewhat injured in the process but recovering anyway because (naturally) cats have nine lives :33.
vriska goes berserk with rage and attempts to hunt nepeta down across the forests and caves of alternia to exact an even worse revenge, but nepeta knows the land and has superior vision in the dark, and by the time she actually catches up to nepeta she’s exhausted and hungry and miserable and has had a chance to think about some shit.
“you’re furee :33 have some roast [bizarre alternian animal]” says nepeta, courteously, and vriska makes her punch herself in the face a few times before she completely runs out of steam and can’t mind control shit, faceplanting and shrieking into the dirt for a few solid minutes.
nepeta pawses, licks her wounds, kicks vriska over onto her back and clubs her right in the mouth with [alternian rum ham equivalent], and waits until vriska grudgingly starts chewing on it, then sits on her legs.
“what the fuck is wrong with you?” vriska asks, somewhat rhetorically. “no8ody asked you to meddle in my fucking 8usiness. like, who died and made you the Empress, huh? what made your puny little 8rain think it was a good idea to cross me?” irritatingly, nepeta giggles. “shut the fuck up, I’m interrogating you! why did you do it?”
nepeta grins. she has very sharp teeth, and her eyes are like yellow lamps in the dim firelight. “the same reason everyone hunts, silly. the glory of the kill.”
vriska swallows. nepeta goes ^w^.
“… you know what?” vriska says, a hint of something that might be admiration in her voice. “you might 8e as crazy as I am.”
“fat chance,” nepeta sniffs. then she tilts her head. “what are you gonna do, now that you don’t have to feed her?”
vriska has been trying to find an answer to that question for the past six nights she’s been pursuing nepeta through the godforsaken wilderness. she still doesn’t have an answer.
“Kick your ass,” she says.
“you can try,” nepeta offers, charitably.
“8uild my own ship and explore the universe.”
“i don’t think mister mustard likes you enough to cart you around, though.”
“Destroy the Empire.”
“… what for?” nepeta asks, perking up a bit with interest.
vriska stops gnawing on the bone and tosses it into the fire, settling her hands behind her head. her eyes wander to the entrance of the cave, and the black sky littered with stars.
“… Same reason every8ody hunts,” she says, and grins.
… DANG. o_o
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