Adam knows that: (a) Kris is a good guy, (b) he can cook better than Allison, (c) he is cute, and (d) he has a knack for finding trouble. Looking at the tiny little dude, you wouldn’t think he could be anything but oh-so-harmless and cute—like Adam had at first—but no. It’s all a disguise. Kris is actually a magnet for weird shit.

Little gray aliens aren't people, no matter how well they fake it. They can be domesticated, though. Might as well keep them around, right?

Sollux Captor, recently drafted into the Service of Her Imperious Condescension, discovers a secret community of Helmsmen hidden inside the Imperial communications network. Meanwhile on Alternia, Karkat Vantas is up to his goddamn nook in revolution.

The temporary fall and subsequent Maker be damned rise of Dorian Pavus.

“Now about that gift I got you, remember how you’ve been all wistful about your concupiscent quadrants? Well I got you something to fix that.” “What,” Karkat said blankly. “Gamzee no, tell me you didn’t get me sex toys.” The good news is that it's not sextoys The bad news is that it's a person.

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here.

“It has to be earth,” a voice says, insistent, and A'Sharad pauses before he can round the corner, faintly surprised.