ok ill try

i think its about time i showed it to you guys. 

original title was ship stuck. but i just changed it because i think battle ship bound sounds cooler. 

its an au i drew at least 30+ pages in. i only let my friend, apple look at it because i am a self conscious poop. but i figured its been almost 5 months sense ive updated. so why not pick up the pace. The art is a little outdated. this wont be a problem for me if i upload it quick enough. the first chapter i definitely need to redo, considering that it was done in my hand sketch book and there for utterly illegible. 

THE STORY:

Takes place in a 1800’s style time. in which grown trolls roam on alternia still. 

the people are distributed in the basic classes: lower middle upper/royal 

the story’s main conflict begins with Karkat and as a mutant should have been executed immediately but some how, with the aid of a caring elder, is sorted through the brooding chambers and “accidentally”  gets sorted with the upper/royal class. 

Karkat grows with a silver spoon in his mouth and fucking hates it. the whole passive proper of the highbloods just doesnt work for him. and he isnt the only “highblood” to thinks that the upper class is a little fucked up. do to his impulsive lack of shutting his mouth or holding back his anger, karkat was a very easy target to blame a crime on- in this case troll slaughter- which is taken lightly in troll society, especially for ‘highbloods’ Karkat is put on a medication at the age of 6 sweeps to control his outbursts. 

the medication, called M16, calms his rath and turns him into a gentleman 

like the whole “i say, pip pip cherrio” shit man. its freaky. 

while he grows up the growing problem of pirates grow. and the highbloods begin to panic smuggling out and killing whoever is expected for treason. because the middle/lower class are gaining power much to quickly to be the work of common low bloods- or at least thats what they want to believe. 

thousands of convicted upper middle and highbloods are sent to execution and deathly exhausting probation work. 

(at this point karkat is 8 sweeps old) Karkat stays in line thanks to his medication, and quite frankly stays quiet under the upper classes noses

but gamzee, his moirail, doesnt. of all the times he could go off sopor, it was this time. 

gamzee goes off terrorizing and generally scarring strangers like by waiting in their hive when they come home and basically brain fucking every one. this goes on for a couple of hours, but karkat stops him before he murders anyone. eye witnesses point all the blame to karkat. and for his friend, karkat takes the blame. and is sent to 5 sweeps of probation work. 

working in a military appointed cargo ship. used to send supplies to the battle field or camp outs of galactic soldiers. 

oh did i mention

THESE SHIPS ARE SPACE SHIPS. 

Karkat finds him self under the watch of Terezi, the engine crew’s captin. and faces the hard transformation of turning into his natural compulsive self with out any more medicaiton. and begins a journey with terezi, whom has plans. 

many plans.

karkat makes many plans on which to back stab or trick her in a desperate attempt of gaining the reigns of the engine crew as leader.

but we all know how that turns out OR DO WE DUDNDDIDNIDNIDNID

IM LAME. 

kee dokiee

VERY TRUE INDEED. 

well. you are anon. i dont know if you are the same person or not. 

well thats one vote on posting a fuck ton of au comics that i probably wont even finish. 

huh. 

maybe i should.

but im going to need more then one person to vote on this. 

you decided to run away and be a rogue troll after that. you packed up a back pack and figured you could stay with terezi or gamzee out in the lususless world. 

but you didnt make it past the first block before you ran back to your house crying. 

thats way too innapropriate 

I WANT TO SLAP YOU YOU FUCKING TERRIBLE PEICE OF GARBAGE EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING

ME AND KURO BOTH PLAYED OUR EQUAL PARTS AND JUST COULDNT KEEP UP WITH THE STORIES.

*SOBS

THEY’RE BEE2

IIT2 LIIKE A2KIING WHAT YOU LIIKE MO2T ABOUT MONEY

YOU’LL NEVER FIIND THE AN2WER

SUPER RADICAL!

do you want me two baby?? *wiink wiink

wow

i posted a journal that just said “no”

 pearl4453 commented;

“yes”
you didn’t want to believe her at first. there was no way that this could’ve happened. you two had beenso safe, there was no way.
“are you sure?”
“yes.”
you pause and look at her. there are small, dark crescents under her eyes. there’s a downward tilt to her mouth. how could this have happened? you both have your young lives butchered. thrown away.
“Hottang, i am pregnant with your bby.”
you can’t help but utter the word you had said last time. “no.”
this wasn’t even possible. besides using protection, both of your are females. how is this even possible?
you look at her again. there are tiny pinpricks of tears gathering on the corners of her eyes.
“look, you can deny it all you want, it won’t make a difference. this is YOUR FUCKING BBY AND YOU BETTER BE THERE TO TAKE CARE OF IT.”
kurokitty stalks off then, and you miss her. you wonder if what she said was right, though. you slowly walk back to your computer; the chair creaks slightly when you sit. you click on that familiar mozilla firefox icon and log into deviantart. maybe you could just…just make a journal. cryptic, maybe, but just stating “no” a couple of times. no one would be the wiser except kuro and you. maybe that god damn baby would go away.
you think you wouldn’t have minded a baby so much, really. if only…
if only you didn’t already have one.

you hear her cooing a bit down the hall and the tiniest pitter- patter of feet. you look up and see a steadily advancing silhouette of the young girl as she toddles down the hardwood hallway to stand in front of you with her big, wide eyes. you sigh. you would never be able to not love her…its just that sometimes…you can’t handle her. its hard to keep up with her, as much as you’d love her. even kuro agrees.

you pinch your forehead for a moment before turning to your little girl. it was eleven at night, she should be asleep!

“go to bed, combobreakerstuck.”

she stares at you a little more, before saying, “no more a2k 2ollux?”

you shake your head. “no.” theres that dratted word again. it strikes you that you haven’t yet submitted the journal, and you hastily do so before turning back to combostuck. “no more a2k 2ollux, honey. we’re on coscostuck now.”

“oh.” she takes this in stride and nods slowly. you grab her little hand which wraps around yours, and slowly, you wander back to her room and tuck her in. its hard running a famous homestuck blog.

its hard and no one understands.