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: Cronus, what are you working on?

Cronus: A couple of things.
: Can I hear some of it before I go?

Cronus: I only havwe snippets that are ready, that okay?
: Of course, love. You know I'd never pressure you into sharing something you weren't ready to share. It wouldn't be right. As an artist you're entitled to certain--umph! *is kissed*

Cronus: *chuckles* I can't share anyfin if you're chattin' at me, doll.
: *semi-goofy smile with a touch of blush*

Cronus: *strums guitar*
I've been a traveler most of my life; I never took a home and never took a wife; Ran away young and decided to roam; But now I'd like ta see my mama and my papa back home. Well a home; Where the river runs cold, the water tastes good, the winters ain't cold. Home; where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call.
Well I remember stories that my daddy used to tell; Yeah, my eyes would get big, his chest just would swell; I could sit for hours and listen with glee; As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me. Home; Where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call.
Now, Mama, dear Mama, do you still love your boy; After all my roamin', can I still bring you joy; Mom, you sent a letter, got it not long ago; And you said to come home cause you're missin' me so. Home; Where trees grow tall the homefires burn, the whippoorwills call.

: *warm smiles* That reminds me of the day I first met you, when Mituna got his mind back.

Cronus: *still strumming with a matching smile* That was my inspiration. Here's another one about my time away from home. *changes the tune, adding a tapping noise with his shoe*
Trailer for sale or rent; Rooms to let fifty cents; No phone, no pool, no pets; I ain't got no cigarettes; Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom, buys a eight by twelve, four bit room; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train; destination Becnoir Mane; Old worn suit and shoes; I don't pay no union dues; I smoke old stogies I have found; Short but not too big around; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the Road.
I know every engineer on every train; All of the children and all of their names; And every handout in every town; And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I sing...
Trailers for sale or rent; Rooms to let fifty cents; No phone, no pool, no pets; I ain't got no cigarettes; Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom, buys a eight by twelve, four bit room; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the road.

: Not anymore you are aren't.

Cronus: *chuckles* Maybe you'll like this one better, then. *strums a progression, humming along for a few bars*
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.
If l was a tree and you was a flower; What would we do, l guess we'd wait for the power; Of re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.
I love you, and don't you know l always will; You're a warm, l'm a cold; But suppose you was a rose; And l was a whip-poor-will.
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.

Cronus: *hums the random melody again*
I love you, and don't you know l always will; You're a warm, l'm a cold; But suppose you was a rose; And l was a whip-poor-will.
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.

Cronus: *trails off the guitar with a silly little hum, waggling his eyebrows*
: Oh, you! That had better not leave this apartment, it's full of speciesist imagery. As though I would love you any less as some other creature and would have to wish to be born again before I could be with you.

Cronus: You know you glubbin' lovwed it, doll.
: *blushes* I...I...That is entirely beside the point. Now, I have to go. See you this morning.
: Wvait. One more? For serious this time? *pouty face*
: *sighs with a fond smile* Last one. Then I really will have to go, or run the risk of being late.

Cronus: *smiles broadly, taking his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and begins picking out a soft traveling melody across the guitar*
And I wake up in the evenin' with my hair down in my eyes and he says hi; And I stumble to the breakfast table while the grub's goin' off to school goodbye; And he reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' boo; And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my evening moon.
And if that's not lovin' me; Then all I've got to say; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss; And Skaialand and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And when myself is feelin' low I think about his face aglow and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call him up at church, knowin' he's busy; And ask him if he could get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat; And he drops what he's doin' and he hurries down to meet me and I'm always late; But he sits waitin' patiently, and smiles when he first sees me cause he's made that way.
And if that ain't lovin' me, then all I've got to say; Gog didn't make little green apples; And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes; And there's no such think as make believe, puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And when myself is feelin' low, I think about his face aglow, and ease my mind.

*silence reigns as the guitar dies away*

Cronus: *looks up* Wvell?
: Wow... *blushes, a tear in his eye* I'm so flushed for you.

Cronus: *stands up, and plants a sweet kiss on his matesprit's lips* Flush you too, doll. Nowv go. You'll be late. I'll see you this morning. Wve're havwing a barbeque today. Jake said he's got a prime kill to share. So, don't be dawvdle.
: Yeah... *stumbles off, somewhat dazed by the only troll that exists who can render him speechless*

So, this is a tidbit of what I'm working on with my lovely partner these days. It's literally stolen my attention completely. So, I'm sorry to my Bleach followers and my OP followers. The basic storyline itself is WAY too complicated to get into here, but in this scene, Cronus, whose headcanon voice is Roger Miller, is sharing one of his latest songs with his matesprit, Kankri, just before the priest is about to leave to attend his congregation for the night. They live in an apartment high-rise in Little Alternia, a section of Sweetliques, one of the biggest cities on Skaia. Their neighbors are the convoluted families that are connected to them either through blood or through marriage, and even though the game is over, the hemospectrum has been equalized and the universe has been saved, it doesn't mean that everything is perfect. Among the issues they have to face are the prejudice against coldbloods, like Cronus, from both humans and warmblooded trolls, a gang called Sangre Frio that seems bent on undermining all of the church's efforts to remove said prejudice, and a mysterious pregnancy.

We've got two side stories started as well.
1: how these two got together, and why many of their friends and neighbors are the way they are, including why Condesce, Cronus' mother, took off into the sea before her youngest daughter hatched, why Kurloz mouth is sewn shut, and why Kankri joined the church in the first place.
2: why the humans are living in Little Alternia rather than a human neighborhood, how they're all connected, and why nobody goes near apartment 8B except Jane; also explains where Dave, Rose, John and Jade came from, and why John and Jade are living with Nanna and Poppop instead of their parents.

Dunno when I'll get around to actually posting any of it, but if it keeps up the hold it has on me so far, probably (hopefully) soon. Stick with me, my lovely non-Homestucks, I'll get back to your fandoms eventually. I just have to ride those one out first. lol.

Songs are copywrite Roger Miller (with a few Homestuck-style modifications by Cronus XD)
Homestuck, Kankri, and Cronus are copywrite Andrew Hussie
Citystuck, artwork, and drabble are copywrite and

EDIT: ~WHY THE GLUBBING HELL ARE THERE NOT CRONUS PLZ ICONS?! IF YOU KNOW OF ANY, PLEASE COMMENT HERE SO I CAN FIX MY DRABBLE. THANKS!!~

Description
: Cronus, what are you working on?

Cronus: A couple of things.
: Can I hear some of it before I go?

Cronus: I only havwe snippets that are ready, that okay?
: Of course, love. You know I'd never pressure you into sharing something you weren't ready to share. It wouldn't be right. As an artist you're entitled to certain--umph! *is kissed*

Cronus: *chuckles* I can't share anyfin if you're chattin' at me, doll.
: *semi-goofy smile with a touch of blush*

Cronus: *strums guitar*
I've been a traveler most of my life; I never took a home and never took a wife; Ran away young and decided to roam; But now I'd like ta see my mama and my papa back home. Well a home; Where the river runs cold, the water tastes good, the winters ain't cold. Home; where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call.
Well I remember stories that my daddy used to tell; Yeah, my eyes would get big, his chest just would swell; I could sit for hours and listen with glee; As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me. Home; Where trees grow tall the homefires burn the whippoorwills call.
Now, Mama, dear Mama, do you still love your boy; After all my roamin', can I still bring you joy; Mom, you sent a letter, got it not long ago; And you said to come home cause you're missin' me so. Home; Where trees grow tall the homefires burn, the whippoorwills call.

: *warm smiles* That reminds me of the day I first met you, when Mituna got his mind back.

Cronus: *still strumming with a matching smile* That was my inspiration. Here's another one about my time away from home. *changes the tune, adding a tapping noise with his shoe*
Trailer for sale or rent; Rooms to let fifty cents; No phone, no pool, no pets; I ain't got no cigarettes; Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom, buys a eight by twelve, four bit room; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train; destination Becnoir Mane; Old worn suit and shoes; I don't pay no union dues; I smoke old stogies I have found; Short but not too big around; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the Road.
I know every engineer on every train; All of the children and all of their names; And every handout in every town; And every lock that ain't locked when no one's around, I sing...
Trailers for sale or rent; Rooms to let fifty cents; No phone, no pool, no pets; I ain't got no cigarettes; Ah but, two hours of pushin' broom, buys a eight by twelve, four bit room; I'm a man of means by no means; King of the road.

: Not anymore you are aren't.

Cronus: *chuckles* Maybe you'll like this one better, then. *strums a progression, humming along for a few bars*
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.
If l was a tree and you was a flower; What would we do, l guess we'd wait for the power; Of re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.
I love you, and don't you know l always will; You're a warm, l'm a cold; But suppose you was a rose; And l was a whip-poor-will.
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.

Cronus: *hums the random melody again*
I love you, and don't you know l always will; You're a warm, l'm a cold; But suppose you was a rose; And l was a whip-poor-will.
If you was a bird and I was a fish; What would we do, l guess we'd wish; For re-incarnation, re-incarnation; Wouldn't it be a sensation; To come back too, like reincarnation.

Cronus: *trails off the guitar with a silly little hum, waggling his eyebrows*
: Oh, you! That had better not leave this apartment, it's full of speciesist imagery. As though I would love you any less as some other creature and would have to wish to be born again before I could be with you.

Cronus: You know you glubbin' lovwed it, doll.
: *blushes* I...I...That is entirely beside the point. Now, I have to go. See you this morning.
: Wvait. One more? For serious this time? *pouty face*
: *sighs with a fond smile* Last one. Then I really will have to go, or run the risk of being late.

Cronus: *smiles broadly, taking his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and begins picking out a soft traveling melody across the guitar*
And I wake up in the evenin' with my hair down in my eyes and he says hi; And I stumble to the breakfast table while the grub's goin' off to school goodbye; And he reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' boo; And I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and see my evening moon.
And if that's not lovin' me; Then all I've got to say; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss; And Skaialand and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And when myself is feelin' low I think about his face aglow and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call him up at church, knowin' he's busy; And ask him if he could get away and meet me and maybe we could grab a bite to eat; And he drops what he's doin' and he hurries down to meet me and I'm always late; But he sits waitin' patiently, and smiles when he first sees me cause he's made that way.
And if that ain't lovin' me, then all I've got to say; Gog didn't make little green apples; And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes; And there's no such think as make believe, puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns; Gog didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime; And when myself is feelin' low, I think about his face aglow, and ease my mind.

*silence reigns as the guitar dies away*

Cronus: *looks up* Wvell?
: Wow... *blushes, a tear in his eye* I'm so flushed for you.

Cronus: *stands up, and plants a sweet kiss on his matesprit's lips* Flush you too, doll. Nowv go. You'll be late. I'll see you this morning. Wve're havwing a barbeque today. Jake said he's got a prime kill to share. So, don't be dawvdle.
: Yeah... *stumbles off, somewhat dazed by the only troll that exists who can render him speechless*

So, this is a tidbit of what I'm working on with my lovely partner these days. It's literally stolen my attention completely. So, I'm sorry to my Bleach followers and my OP followers. The basic storyline itself is WAY too complicated to get into here, but in this scene, Cronus, whose headcanon voice is Roger Miller, is sharing one of his latest songs with his matesprit, Kankri, just before the priest is about to leave to attend his congregation for the night. They live in an apartment high-rise in Little Alternia, a section of Sweetliques, one of the biggest cities on Skaia. Their neighbors are the convoluted families that are connected to them either through blood or through marriage, and even though the game is over, the hemospectrum has been equalized and the universe has been saved, it doesn't mean that everything is perfect. Among the issues they have to face are the prejudice against coldbloods, like Cronus, from both humans and warmblooded trolls, a gang called Sangre Frio that seems bent on undermining all of the church's efforts to remove said prejudice, and a mysterious pregnancy.

We've got two side stories started as well.
1: how these two got together, and why many of their friends and neighbors are the way they are, including why Condesce, Cronus' mother, took off into the sea before her youngest daughter hatched, why Kurloz mouth is sewn shut, and why Kankri joined the church in the first place.
2: why the humans are living in Little Alternia rather than a human neighborhood, how they're all connected, and why nobody goes near apartment 8B except Jane; also explains where Dave, Rose, John and Jade came from, and why John and Jade are living with Nanna and Poppop instead of their parents.

Dunno when I'll get around to actually posting any of it, but if it keeps up the hold it has on me so far, probably (hopefully) soon. Stick with me, my lovely non-Homestucks, I'll get back to your fandoms eventually. I just have to ride those one out first. lol.

Songs are copywrite Roger Miller (with a few Homestuck-style modifications by Cronus XD)
Homestuck, Kankri, and Cronus are copywrite Andrew Hussie
Citystuck, artwork, and drabble are copywrite and

EDIT: ~WHY THE GLUBBING HELL ARE THERE NOT CRONUS PLZ ICONS?! IF YOU KNOW OF ANY, PLEASE COMMENT HERE SO I CAN FIX MY DRABBLE. THANKS!!~